She didn't call him Daddy - Sex Stories

She didn't call him Daddy

... along her pussy fully still on her shorts. Ana was beginning to panic. Each rub was giving her an intense sensation. She didn’t know if she liked it or not. It felt like all of the nerves along the path instantly stood completely on end before sucking back into her body. Dan continued to massage Ana’s pussy, causing her to shutter with her breaths. She wanted to say something. She wasn’t sure what was going on but it felt so intense and it scared her. Her heart was pounding. Her tummy was having tiny little spasms, maker worry she would be nauseous. Dan then ran his hand up under her shorts and rubbed her pussy directly. This jolt was more intense than anything Ana had ever felt. She felt a “Mmmmoooaahhh!” shout from her lips and felt her thigh twitch as the nerves up her entire spine stood on end. Ana could stop her hips from bucking, her stomach clenching hard. “Da—Da—Dannn-nnn-nn.” Ana tried to tell Dan to stop. She was feeling fantastic pleasure but felt like she couldn’t handle a more intense feeling. She wanted it to go on, but was scared of what happened if she didn’t hold back. But Dan had no intension of holding back. He continued to rub and tease, a finger sliding between her lips. Ana bucked again and this time the nerves on her pussy region stayed on end. They didn’t come back down. Another rub and a searing bolt of pleasure ran up Ana’s entire body. Another slide inside and Ana felt a most peculiar ball of complete pleasure growing in her tummy. It was ...

... spreading out throughout her extremities and didn’t recede. The ball encapsulated Ana and her whole body felt like a white hot burning blast of light, her whole existence warm and glowing, overstimulated. Ana had no idea the loud moans and cries she had made and the end, as her external stimulus was blinded. Ana felt the ringing in her ears begin to quiet and could hear the grunts behind her. She had curled into a fetal position from her first orgasm and heard a longer sustained grunt and felt liquid dribble on her legs. She wondered if it was raining in her clouded mind. She felt the warmth from the washcloth as Dan cleaned his cum off of her bare skin. Ana felt cool as the warmth of her pleasure recede. She wanted to grab her blanket, but her bones felt like lead, her eyes, glued shut. Mercifully she felt her covers laid over her and the cocoon of warmth they promised. Ana fell deeply asleep, and slept very soundly. The clock face flipped again and Ana looked over and the new time, 12;57. She was really tired and wanted to sleep. But she hated waking up to it. After that first night Dan had gone back to his cold demeanor. Ana didn’t know what to do, she wanted to tell her mom but feared her mother would blame her, get angry with her. Ana was pretty sure Dan wasn’t supposed to have done what he did, but she owed everything to him. She didn’t want to be on the street, or her mom to get found out by the authorities. That night Adrianna was back and everything seemed the same. Except ...