A Reluctant Daughter 3 - Sex Stories

A Reluctant Daughter 3

... thought. “You’re gonna take it like the whore you are,” he remarked, twisting my head to look at him as he released his hand from my mouth. I barely had time to register the freedom because in a split second he reached over the rubbed the fingers wet with my arousal against my lips, forcing them down my throat. I gagged, the taste salty and sweet, tears brimming at what he was forcing me to do, to face the truth of my bodyʻs betrayal. “Eat it Steph. Taste the juices you make for daddy.” He swirled his finger inside my mouth, bringing his head right next to my ear. “You’re wet because you like it.” With his whisper I felt it. His cock brushing against my bottom, warm and hard. He removed his fingers from my mouth and used them to guide his dick to my entrance. “No Dad,” I muttered, feeling his hardness as he lubricated his cock in my juices. He looked at me then, ecstasy written across his face. His free hand, the one not guiding his cock, once again clamped over my mouth. “Feel this baby,” he whispered. He sandwiched his dick in between my thighs, the shaft resting between my lips. “Youʻre so hot and wet.” He bent a little to allow him a better angle and I suppressed a moan as his cock pushed a little into me, just the tip spreading me open. Standing up like this my pussy was extra tight, a fact not lost on my father. “Oooh honey. You grip my cock so good.” His head was thrown back, his breathing deep. “This will be the best fuck of your life.” Pulling out a little he looked ...

... me in the eyes, pressing his cock at my hole but not pushing in. “Your aunt told me about that boy you’ve been screwing,” he whispered. He had bent down once again, his mouth so close to my ear I could feel his breath. “Said she couldn’t stop you from seeing him, said you snuck out at night to meet him.” With every word he got angrier, his muscles tense and the grip on my mouth tightening. His body pushed roughly against mine, his chest smothering me. I felt his dick push a little into my cunt. “You’re a fucking whore!!” He screamed, and with his words he plunged fully in, sharp and painful and quick. I screamed with the pain, biting my bottom lip to keep myself from crying out loud and giving him the pleasure. “You think you can fuck some guy and then come back to my house,” he ranted, pulling his rock hard cock out. “This pussy is all mine. Only mine!” He thrust back in again, splitting me in two. He began pushing in and out, moving back and forth, taking his pleasure from my tight cunt. His cock wasn’t fully in, the angle wouldn’t allow it, but still the familiar feeling of his member pushing into mine made me clench. My father moaned too as he ground his hips against mine. “Yes baby, this is the pussy daddy needed.” I gasped at his words, willing my body to ignore the feelings he stirred in my sensitive cunt. He was forcing himself on me and I was helpless to stop. Taking me in the garage like a common whore. His grunts were getting louder, the beads of sweat forming on ...