Getting Sweaty With Daddy Part 3 - Sex Stories

Getting Sweaty With Daddy Part 3

... questions becoming more and more revealing with each turn. With every question, Sarah and I pressed our young bodies tighter into Daddy's manly chest. The closer we cuddled, the more our breasts pressed against Dad's biceps. Our nipples were hard and easily seen through the sheer material of our camisoles. Daddy's chest rose up and down as his breathing got shallower due to his growing arousal.

"Never have I ever had sex in a public place," Sarah said, her voice filled with mischief.

I rested my hand on Daddy's right inner thigh, waiting for a reply. Sarah saw what I was doing and matched my movement on his left leg. Dad's pants grew tighter as Sarah and I rubbed the inside of his crotch. The smell of Sarah and my sex wafted into our nostrils as our sheer G-strings clung to our wet crotches.

Dad and I both took a drink, laughing at the absurdity of father and daughter admitting such a thing in front of each other.

"Who was it with?" Dad asked his finger tickling and caressing our arms.

Dad's fingers felt exquisite on my body. My body reacted as if it had a mind of its own, as purring noises escaped my mouth.

"Just some guy in college. We fucked in the back room of a bar he worked at. Some of the bartenders caught us and ended up watching. It was pretty hot," I admitted, my fingers grazing the outline of Dad's cock.

There was no hiding it anymore. Dad's cock was fully hard, posting a massive tent in his pants while Sarah and I shifted in our seats as we ...

... rubbed our thighs together. I needed to be fucked. I decided it was time to take this night to the next level.

I leaned into Daddy, blew, and twirled my tongue in his ear. Daddy sighed loudly, his body sinking deeper into the couch.

"Never have I ever wanted to kiss someone in this room right now," I loudly whispered into his ear.

Both Dad and Sarah looked at me, their eyes wide with surprise. I felt a blush rise in my cheeks, wondering if I had moved too quickly, but I had no more patience for games. We all knew this was coming, yet I could tell everyone was nervous.

Dad leaned in close, his lips hovering just inches from mine, and I knew I had made the right call.

"Well, I guess it's a good thing we're playing this game then, isn't it?" he said, his voice low and sultry.

Sarah looked between us, a playful glint in her eye.

"I think this game just got a lot more interesting," she said, her voice filled with excitement.

And with that, the three of us leaned in, our lips meeting in a hot, steamy kiss. The heat from the fire, the taste of whiskey, and the sound of our passionate moans filled the room as we took turns kissing each other.

I leaned over Dad and pulled Sarah closer to me. Her soft, supple lips tasted sweet as our bodies melted together. I felt Dad's eyes burn into us as he watched his "daughters" kiss for the first time. I felt his cock grow, pushing against my stomach. Our kissing was clearly having an effect on him.

I pulled away from ...