1. Deer In Headlights


    Date: 7/16/2024, Categories: Fiction Authoritarian, Blowjob Consensual Sex Erotica Male/Female Older Male / Female, Author: Eccho, Source: sexstories.com 

    ... butt, earning louder moans from her as he thrusts even faster.

“Oh, God, daddy, please don’t stop,” she pleads, “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Go deeper. Deeper. Please go deeper. I need you deeper inside of me.”

He slides his finger farther up her hole as he thrusts deeper in her pussy. She starts moaning wildly as dad groans louder and louder. Why is this starting to look and sound so...appealing? This is not ok. So why do I feel like this? Why is this starting to feel less wrong the longer it goes on?

“Are you gonna cum for me?” I hear, shocking me to my core, “Do it. Shoot your yummy cummies in your bunny’s cunny. Breed me. Right on your bed. I want you to smell me whenever you sleep. Please fill me up. I wanna be full with your cum. Fill me. Fill me.”

Dad’s thrusts get faster as his groans get louder with each passing second. After a few more minutes, he lets out a final groan, thrusting one more time as Pearl moans and giggles in enjoyment. He...he didn’t. He didn’t just do what I think he did. No. Please tell me this is just a nightmare. I gotta be dreaming. And I wanna wake up. Dad pulls out of her, turning her onto ...
    ... her back as she spreads her legs.

“Yeah, push it all out on that bed, baby,” dad says.

Pearl does as instructed, pushing some of his cum out of her and onto the sheets. Dad then takes two of his fingers, sliding them deep inside of her pussy before pulling them out and shoving his cum coated fingers deep inside of her mouth. She moans in delight, savoring his essence.

“Such a good girl,” he says as she looks directly at him, sucking his fingers clean.

Why is this interesting to me? Why am I feeling this? What am I feeling? Is...is this...jealousy? No. I’m not jealous of anything about this. I can’t be. There’s nothing to be jealous of. This is disgusting. This is unnatural. This is so wrong on so many levels. Ok, ok, just calm down.

I bring my hands to my head in an attempt to rub my temples to at least aid in my regaining of lost sanity, but something surreal occurs instead. My elbow bumps into the door, causing a knock. But not only that. It was hard enough to slowly open the door. And if that’s not bad enough, a squeak follows with every movement the door is making. I’m just the luckiest person in the fucking world.
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