My Savior - Sex Stories

My Savior

... making Daddy happy was important to me and I always responded it was. He allowed my small hands to hold onto his stiff penis and stroke it at night. It was so thick that I needed to use both of my hands to wrap it around fully. At first, all I wanted to do was touch his penis to make his hips move toward me and make him moan, but eventually, he commanded me to do more with him. I began using lotion to move my hands up and down his stiff veiny cock. Then I started licking the salty gel from the top of his penis head. My daddy loved holding my hair and inserting his penis into my mouth. I would suck on him like he asked me to do until he gave me his salty release, he always rewarded me for letting him climax too.”

“Daddy always gave me everything that I asked for when he moaned and more. If I wanted a new shirt, he would also get me some new underwear. If I wanted some lotion for my body he would also get me some sexy and tasty lubricants we would play with. My dad always took care of me.” Talitha’s eyes glazed over. She could feel her body getting wet and aroused now describing those first tender moments with her dad. Her red-stained lips parted slightly letting her tongue trace her lips keeping them wet.

“Daddy loved to teach me new things when we were together. He explained that the wetness I created when he played with my clitoris was made to help his large penis fit in my small hole. I was in shock because I was so much smaller than he was. But It all made sense, I ...

... was always surprised how my thighs could get so greasy from just him touching my nipples, and now I understood why my bed was so wet every night when he left. He gyrated against me nightly and loved to fit his penis between my thighs so it rubbed against the opening of my pussy, spreading open my labia. I would get so wet that he was easily able to pump through my thighs, I would look between my legs and watch his penis appear and disappear as I quivered for more.”

“I loved to moan for Daddy because he said he liked it when I did. I loved when Daddy moaned for me too. When Daddy put his fingers in me for the first time I could feel how the wetness lubricated him. He slid in and out of me effortlessly. At first, it stung and I was scared when I started bleeding but after the first day, I no longer bled. My daddy used to tell me how proud he was when his fingers could go into me down to his knuckles without me complaining. It did feel very good. Especially when he curled his fingers, jamming them deep into me repeatedly, and used his tongue to stimulate my erect clit. He would make me moan so much I would scream and that didn’t make Daddy happy.” Talitha’s head shook from side to side. Her fingers pressed between her thighs through her thin pants to check if the moisture she felt building deep in her loins had seeped through the fabric.

Father John lecherously stared at her, watching her fingers probe her own body. His hand adjusting his constrained cock pressed awkwardly ...