My Savior - Sex Stories

My Savior

... steps to fix their marriage but it was clear that the key problem was my dads after work activities. One of the things I love most about having my dad home early was talking to him before he tuck me into bed. I know at 15, I was a little old for it, but it was a level of closeness we never had… and I must admit I enjoyed having his attention. He would hold me tightly from behind and sometimes scratch my back and comb my hair. His warm embrace was always a source of comfort.”

“One night, I begged Daddy to come home earlier more often. Mommy started doing a lot of drinking in his absence and I craved attention. I remember that night, as he hugged me tight in my bed as normal, he told me how I was a child that was developing into a beautiful young woman and that it was unfair that I didn’t have a parent to guide me through my early womanhood.” Talitha’s eyes looked off into the distance recalling the moment. “He talked about how my body was changing, his large manly hands cupped my developing breasts, his thumbs circled my puffy nipples and he squeezed them tight letting me moan to his touch. I… I… enjoyed it. He committed to me that he would be that parent to guide me. I was elated.”

Talitha felt the temperature rise in the room a notch. Her nipples tingled, remembering how her father touched her that night.

Father John sat on the edge of his seat. Aroused by her story but still not understanding her plight fully. “Your father should never have touched you ...

... inappropriately, Talitha. It’s not your fault.”

Talitha nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She had been carrying this burden for far too long, and it felt good to finally have someone that she could confide in. She continued her story, her voice sultry and cadence between words slow, “That night, my daddy started with just pinching and twisting my nipples telling me that my nipples were happy with him when they were full and pointy. He used to ask how his touches felt, confirming with me that his touches felt good. He promised he would never do anything to hurt me. I remember admitting to him that I enjoyed his touches, he looked so happy when I told him that. I loved making daddy happy, I felt special because of his approval.”

“Late at night we used to play The Quiet game in my room. The goal of the game was to try to be quiet when he touched me. At first he would tickle me but I complained that it wasn’t fair because he always made me scream in delight. So we agreed to change the rules where he couldn’t tickle me anymore. The game changed to be about his exploratory touches, his rough hands would travel up and down my body trying to find areas that would elicit a noise by pinching, squeezing or massaging me. His fingers were magical, he knew exactly where to touch me, he knew how to make my body shudder under his embrace, it took all of my self-control not to moan or squeal. If I didn’t make a noise he would give me a dollar and tell me how good of a girl I was. It ...