A Reluctant Daughter - Sex Stories

A Reluctant Daughter

... hands you whore.” His words pushed me over the edge and before I knew it the mother of all orgasms washed over me. I twisted in his grasp but all he did was tighten his grip. My eyes turned downwards. I couldn’t stand to look at him in the face. I hated seeing his smile when I came. “FFFUUUCKKK DAAADDY!!!” I screamed, my face contorted with the pain of it all. “You’re ready now baby. Nice and wet.” Before I knew what was happening his cock was at my opening, nudging its way into my hole. Even with the after effects of my orgasm I wasn’t going to let him off that easy. If he wanted to fuck me in the daylight while his wife could come home then I was going to make him pay. “No Dad!” I forced, pushing him off enough to allow me my say. “If you want to fuck my cunt you’re going to have to do it on Mom’s bed.” I knew it was crossing a line, but I wanted to see him squirm. An expression of shock passed over his face. “Steph, you know I can’t do that. Come on baby. We don’t have time and I need you.” His cock nudged in further before I slammed my legs shut. He was not getting my pussy without payment. And I wanted to do it on Mom’s bed. I wanted to show him that in this sick battle we played with each other both of us would have to lose. “No sex unless it’s on your bed. I mean it.” The twisted look of agony on his face was priceless, but still I knew it wouldn’t be enough to convince him. I needed more. “Come on daddy,” I cooed. “Don’t you want this pussy?” I rubbed my mound up and ...

... down his manhood. My eyes stared straight into his. “Mom’s going to be home soon. You want this pussy before then right? You want to fuck this tight cunt?” “Oh baby you know I do! Don’t do this, not to Mom. We can’t do this to her.” He squirmed, before I leaned in closer and whispered. “Fuck me daddy.” That was the last straw. My dad threw me over his shoulder and rushed into his room. He shoved the door open and flung me across the bed. It smelled like jasmine and honey…my mother’s shampoo. “Look what you do to me,” he screamed. My legs were thrown over my head as he aimed his cock at my pussy, holding my legs with one hand and his cock with the other. “Look at what you’ve made me do. On my marriage bed.” His voice was broken, almost as if he was holding back tears. Just then his cock melted into me, scraping against my insides in a way that could only be described as heavenly. He moved his hips in and out. I could tell he liked it from the way his sounds turned from rugged grunts to deep moans. His eyes were closed. That would not do. “Look at me Dad,” I demanded. If I had to see this so did he. His eyes opened. “You’re fucking me on Mom’s bed. You’re fucking your daughter in the bed you share with your wife.” His eyes turned down, but I reached a hand up and made him look at me. “Is this what you wanted? Does your cock love my underage cunt?” I squeezed my vagina muscles, flooding my juices between us. “Baby, this is too far. Please stop. I can’t take anymore.” His voice ...