A Reluctant Daughter 3 - Sex Stories

A Reluctant Daughter 3

... knew I looked good. My height may have been average and my boobs decent size but I knew all in all I was a catch. The boys at school payed attention, so why was my dad not getting hard seeing me like this? “Are you getting tired of me?” The question had to be asked, even if the answer wasn’t one I wanted to know. “Have we been together too much recently? Is my body not enough for you anymore?” I turned around to show him my ass and bent over sexily. Him not getting hard was a blow to my ego, I needed him to find me irresistible. Now bent over I opened my legs a little to give him a straight line of vision to my wet cunt. Shaking my booty back and forth I licked my finger and reached down to tease my clit. My dad’s eyes were drinking in the sight of me, yet a quick glance between his legs let me know his member wasn’t finding the view as good as I would have hoped. Straightening up with a huff I walked over and sat in his lap. “Maybe we should stop Dad. It’s almost Christmas break anyway so you can take off and we can have each other all day. We’ve been having too much sex. You see my body too much. It’s not even making you hard anymore.” “Maybe you’re right honey.” My heart clenched at those words. “I love you but I’m getting older and I don’t think I can keep up the pace we’re getting at. Let’s just wait two weeks until your break starts. I assure you if you keep me waiting that long my old buddy here will be more than willing to stand at full attention to your hot ass.” ...

... With his reassuring words he slowly slipped a finger down and drew soft circles around my clit. His touch sent my skin aflame, letting me know that for me the desire I had for him still burned red hot. His touch was electrifying as his middle finger gently pushed into my opening. Rather than a fast fucking my dad knew what I wanted and gave it to me slow. In and out at a pace that kept me satisfied but still wanting more. Even cramped up on this chair together I felt my heart swell with love for him. He could die tomorrow and I would still love him for eternity. He knew what I wanted before I even did. His thoughts were in sync with mine, it was as if we were one person. He increased the pace, his fingers curling slightly inside of me. I leaned my head back as his lips sought after my nipple, taking my right breast into his mouth with the expertise of a man who knew his woman. With each push into me he would suck my breast harder, a double whammy of feelings that left me wanting more. By now he had pushed three fingers into me and was moving at his fastest pace. I couldn’t keep down the mewls of pleasure that surfaced. The pleasure I felt with just his fingers was pushing me off the edge. His mouth was so hot on my nipple I reached forward and forced his head down to suck harder. I was almost there. His fingers were bringing me to my climax. He was so good, how I could have doubted him I don’t know. My peak was coming. I could feel it and so could he because just before it ...