Getting Sweaty With Daddy - Sex Stories

Getting Sweaty With Daddy

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I spent the rest of the week confused about my new feelings. Sometimes the thought of my dad brought me overwhelming feelings of guilt, yet many more times, an overwhelming desire to fuck.

To say that I didn't sleep well that week would be an understatement. Saturday was quickly approaching, and I was nervous about seeing my dad.

The buzzing of my alarm woke me up Saturday morning. I quickly thought about texting my dad and canceling our run but decided to face my fears and meet him.

Once I saw my dad, all my nerves vanished, and a sense of warmth washed over me.

"Hey, Em!" He said, giving me a good morning hug.

"I missed you this week. You didn't call like you normally do. Did you have an okay week?" Dad wondered.

"It was okay. Just been tired," I muttered, unsure what else to say.

"Well, we have fourteen miles scheduled today. Let's go!" Dad said with gusto.

I was quieter on this run than usual, and Dad could tell.

"You sure you're okay, Emily?" Dad asked, concerned.

"I'm just tired. Work wiped me out this week," I lied.

"As long as it's just that," he said.

Suddenly, I felt a hand cup and smack my ass. I turned my head, shocked. Did my dad just spank my butt?

"Come on, let's pump this run-up," Dad exclaimed.

I could tell he was just trying to get me engaged, but all I could think about was his hand on my ass.

As we continued to run, the banter between us became livelier, and I felt myself letting loose more.

To say I was turned on was an understatement. Between the heat, my clinging shorts, and thoughts of my dad's hand caressing me, I was positively dripping.

I couldn't get over the fact that my dad smacked and grabbed my ass. Thoughts of my dad caressing my ass while we fucked filled my mind's eyes.

I decided to see how far I could push this. I needed to see if my...