Deer In Headlights - Sex Stories

Deer In Headlights

... her mouth, sucking on it as she speeds up her strokes. I can’t believe this. This is so disgusting. Why would anyone be attracted to someone their daughter’s age? Not only that, why would anyone enjoy a girl talking like that to them? This is so terrible.

“Get up, baby, get up,” dad says, guiding Pearl to her feet, “I wanna see what that little pussy feels like.”

“Ooo,” she coos, excitedly bouncing, “You wanna feel my soft bunny cunny?”

“Yeah, let me feel that little bunny cunny.”

She giggles maneuvering to the bed, bending over to present herself to him, giving her butt a little shake. Dad brings a hand to her butt, gently rubbing it before guiding his shaft to her awaiting pussy. He then rubs his member against her, making her moan.

I shouldn’t be here. I should just walk away. I should just kick her out. I should just call someone. This can’t be legal. I need to do something. But...I can’t. I can’t help but to keep watching. The sight alone makes me sick, but for some reason, my body refuses to look away.

Dad slides his shaft inside of Pearl, making her moan in pleasure, squeezing his bed sheets. He chuckles at her response, saying,

“You really don’t care about getting caught, do you?”

She gives him a smug smirk, giggling as she shakes her head.

“So you’re just a bad girl, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” she agrees, “I’m such a bad girl. What are you gonna do about it?”

“Why don’t I just show you?”

He grabs onto her hips, thrusting himself in and ...

... out of her hole, making her moan more and more with each thrust. She looks like she’s in pure bliss. Her tongue’s out and her eyes are completely full of lust.

“Fuck, you’re so tight for me,” dad groans, tightening his grip on her waist,

“Only the best for my daddy,” she moans back with a giggle.

Sick. Just sick. Both of them. They’re both sick. Neither of them are well in their heads. How can anyone not see anything wrong with this picture? Or do they know and just not care? I don’t even know which is sicker.

My thoughts are interrupted with the sound of a loud smack echoing throughout the room and Pearl’s excited squeak following it. Did-...did he just...spank her? He answers my questions a few moments later, bringing his palm to her butt, replicating the sound I just heard, garnering the same reaction.

“Yeah, daddy,” Pearl encourages, “Spank me harder. I’m such a bad girl. Teach your slutty little bunny a lesson that she’ll never forget.”

Dad obliges Pearl’s request, slapping her butt harder, earning more sounds of approval. Every slap is echoing in my mind. He’s spanking her so hard. And she looks like she’s enjoying it so much...I-I mean, it can’t feel that great. He’s still spanking her. Who finds enjoyment in spankings?

“Oh, fuck, stick your finger in me, daddy,” Pearl moans, “Stick your finger inside of my tight little bunny asshole. Slide it in there. Please, daddy. I need it.”

Once again, dad does as instructed, sliding a finger inside of her ...