Not a Slut - Sex Stories

Not a Slut

... all wiped up. And I could have gotten a little inside me, even though I know you didn’t mean to. We can’t do it like that again tonight or I’ll wind up pregnant.” My dad nodded. “It’s okay honey, I know. I won’t even move your panties this time. I’ll leave them right where they are, okay?” I nodded, relieved. “Okay.” “But tonight I need you spread a little bit wider, though, okay? I nodded again and spread my knees apart as wide as they could go. Dad frowned, looking down at my crotch. “Here, honey, let me try something.” He reached down toward my thighs. I twitched when he touched my legs, ready to pull away in case he was trying to take my panties off, but he didn’t touch them like I expected. Instead, he put his fingers on the sides of my pussy and pulled my lips open from the outside, so I was spread just like a Playboy girl beneath my thin panties. When he let his fingers go, my pussy stayed wide open. He smiled, admiring his handiwork through the barely-there fabric. He proceeded to start jacking himself off like usual, but after a couple of minutes he still wasn’t ready to spurt. “Baby, I need you to help me out. I need you to say ‘Cum for me, Daddy.’” I blushed and giggled. “Okay. ‘Cum for me, Daddy.’” Dad grunted, happily. “Now I need you to talk about your pussy. Tell me how much you want my cum on it.” My face blushed even more. Did he want me to dirty talk? I didn’t know how to do that! But Dad’s face looked so pleading that I racked my brain and tried to think ...

... back to what I’d heard Elle say for her webcam boys. “It, uh, it wants to have your cum. It wants your cum all over it. Um, and my pussy is wet.” That last one was true. I had never been so wet in all of my life, no wonder my pussy hole was staying wide open. Dad forcing me to talk dirty was gross, but it was kind of exciting. I’d never really said all these words before. Heck, I’d never even thought about most of these things before! My pussy was tingling, but I tried to ignore it and just help out Dad because I knew this wasn’t really sexual -- technically. His face scrunched up as he jacked himself. “Okay, this is it, honey. Tell me where to cum, baby. Tell me where.” “Right… right on it, right on my pussy. Right here.” I didn’t know what to do, so I pointed downward, directly to my pussy right where it felt wettest. “Oh fuck yes, baby,” he moaned. “Daddy’s about to cum, tell me you want it. Tell me you want it.” “I… I want it,” I repeated after him, reluctantly. He reached up suddenly over my shirt and grabbed my breast between his hand, squeezing it and causing me to involuntarily moan. “Yeah, yeah, tell me you want it baby.” “I... want it,” I repeated again as I felt an electric shock through my breast. “Say ‘Daddy, cum in your daughter’s sweet virgin pussy.’” I repeated, barely hearing the words before they were out of my mouth, my mind only on the incredible feeling of a boy grabbing my breast for the first time. “Daddy, cum in your daughter’s sweet virgin pussy.” ...