She didn't call him Daddy - Sex Stories

She didn't call him Daddy

... dresser, and told her to order some lunch when she got up. That was the last it was referred to, and again Ana felt powerless. If she told she was sure her mother would be caught. She didn’t know what to do about it. She also didn’t know what to do about her need for more of those intensities. Ana inhaled deeply again watching the clock turn to one minute before one. She had gotten used to that routine since. Dan would come in the night her mom left, and if she was gone multiple nights, he usually still only picked one night. Tonight was Thursday. Ana wanted him to pick tomorrow, then she could sleep in after having the ball of pleasure. Dan picked different ways to jack off. Once he used her back as a grinding surface, his cum filling the cleft in her young taut back. Once he used her ass cheeks and pushed them together and his cum seeped into her ass crack when he left. Once he rubbed it along her thigh. The last time. . . he had rubbed it along her pussy, one time even sliding the cockhead just between her lips. He had shot his wad hard that time. Ana had found her bed sheet and cover stuck together in a white residue. She hated the way his leaving smelt, and she didn’t understand why he left anything at all. Dan had seemed scary that last time. He squeezed her so hard and he had snorted and growled that time. She felt like her was more animal than man at that moment and was afraid he was going to hurt her. But so far she had had her own wonderful orgasm each time, and ...

... she even found herself masturbating to the thought of their therapy sessions when her mom was home. Ana looked back at the clock as she heard a creak in the floorboards. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping it was not coming to her. She heard her door open and could see the light come on through her eyelids. She felt the comforter lift and felt cool air and Dan slid into bed next to her. “Hmmmmm, look at that milk chocolate. So yummy.” Dan purred as her stroked her leg. Dan pulled her sweat shorts down without trepidation this time. Ana felt Dan forcing her top over her head. Ana had never been fully nude to him. Dan just continued to stroke different parts of her body, sighing and humming to his favorite spots and curves. Ana felt Dan’s cock pulsing against her ass cheek and he continued to trace her body. Dan lowered his head and kissed her lower back and kissed up to her shoulder, and pulled her on to her back and cupped Ana’s face in his hand. Ana opened her eyes and saw Dan’s face in front of her. A grin on his lips, his eyes drinking her in, the room’s light behind of his head, giving him a halo. But he didn’t look like an angel. “Why is the light on?” squeaked Ana, she liked it dark, she could ignore certain things that way. “Because I want to watch.” Dan said. “Watch what?” Asked Ana. Dan just smirked and leaned down to give Ana a long deep kiss. She had never been frenched before and it was an odd but interesting sensation. Dan pulled his tongue free and pushed Ana back ...