Sheila's Story - Sex Stories

Sheila's Story

... pussy?"

Dad let out a howl, "Your pussy feels good baby. Take daddy's load."

Dad collapsed on top of me while his dick was still in me, deflating. We were both breathing heavily. After a bit, Dad rolled off me. There was an awkward silence that seemed like forever. I didn't know what he was thinking and was terrified that he was upset with me. Thoughts raced around my head, 'Does he think I'm a slut? Did I make a mistake? Does he hate me now?'

Then, Dad asked, "You ok, Sheila?"

"Yes, Dad. I'm ok. Are you?"

"Yes, baby. I want to make sure you are. I also don't want to be in trouble."

I was humiliated that he would ever think I'd get him in trouble. "Dad, don't be crazy. If you are in trouble, then so am I. We had sex. Amazing sex, by the way. Why would you be in trouble?"

"Because guys are always blamed. It was great sex, though. Worth getting in trouble for. If I'm being honest." Then he let out a giggle.

"So, in a perfect world, what happens now?" I was terrified that he was going to tell me it was a mistake and a one-time occurrence. I thought I was going to cry.

"Well..." he hesitated before finishing his thought, "I think from what we know now...We should see how it goes. I don't want anyone knowing what we did, and I don't know if we made a mistake. I mean, we love each other, and we obviously liked what we just did to each other."

I could tell he was nervous about what we did. "I love you, Dad. I really loved how you were with me. I ...

... realize once guys get worked up, they cannot think and do what their desires want them to do. I hope I didn't do anything wrong to you. I just need to know that you love me, and we can talk about this, instead of pretending it never happened."

"I promise we will see how everything goes. You should think about what you want to do next. Right now, you're emotional."

I liked his dominance over me, the choking, the slapping of my ass, and now I felt like he lost his confidence. Did I take that from him? "OK, DAD! Now I'm just the emotional wreck woman? Should I take my walk of shame now?" I was getting upset, and he knew it. I got out of the bed and threw the TV remote at him. I thought, 'How the fuck can you not commit to sex with me? Why...'

Before my second thought was completed, my dad sprung out of bed. He pushed me against the wall. In a soft but commanding voice, he told me, "Don't throw shit at me. Do you understand? I don't play games. I said we need to think about what we did."

His hand was holding my chin. This was the man that just ravished me. This was the man that made me lose control. He made me nervous and that excited me. Seeing him stand there with no clothing on while he put me into place was intoxicating. Again, I was melting, "Yes, Daddy. I understand. I really like this version of you."

"Baby, get in the fuckin bed, and let's sleep on this. Stop playing games, it's too late for this shit." As I went to crawl back into bed, Dad's hand came crashing ...