His Dad Changed Everything - Sex Stories

His Dad Changed Everything

... whimpered in response, pushing her hips forward, as he slipped a finger into her groove.. just thin fabric between her pussy and her father-in-law's finger. He thrust his finger along the slit, hard and deep, while his other hand cupped her breast, pinching her nipple roughly. "You're so wet for me, Rachel. You're leaking through your pants."

He slid his fingers up to the elastic waistline...

"I want to see it, Rachel. Do you want me to see it? Do you want to show that wet pussy to your husband's daddy? Hmm, Rach?"

She barely nodded, but it was enough for him to smile and reach out both hands on the top of the fabric. she gasped at the feeling of being so completely submissive to him. He tugged her pants and panties down, exposing her bald, smooth skin to the cool air of the room, her wet folds glistening in the light.

He leaned in, breath hot against her skin as he whispered, "You're so beautiful, Rachel. Your pussy is perfect... just like your fat tits. You are made to be fucked. You're made for a man like me."

Her body trembled under his touch, her hips moving involuntarily as she arched her back, offering herself up to him. He pushed her yoga pants and panties further down, baring her ass as well, and she felt a shiver of desire course through her. She wanted him to touch her there, to feel the tight, hot skin of her ass. That has always been an erogenous zone for her. She wanted him to fuck her, to make her his. It had been so long since she had been ...

... really taken, fucked hard by a needy man. She was completely intoxicated with lust.

He moved his hands back up, cupping her breasts once more, squeezing and massaging them roughly.

"These are perfect for my hands, Rachel. They're made to be squeezed and sucked. You're made for a man's touch."

His thumbs brushed over her nipples, teasing them into hard, aching peaks.

"You like that, don't you? You like feeling my touch on your tits, making them hurt, making them hard."

She couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, as he continued to torment her breasts. Her hips bucked forward, seeking more of his touch, his words.

"You want me to do more, don't you? You want me to make you feel good, make you forget everything else."

He leaned down, kissing her neck, nipping at her skin.

"I can do that, Rachel. I can make you forget my son, forget everything except how good you feel. I can make your pussy mine."

As wrong as that statement was, she still felt her pussy convulse, clenching.

He released her breasts, only to slide his hand down her stomach, to her hip. His fingers slipped between her legs, finding her slick, swollen folds.

"You're so wet for me," he growled, pressing two fingers deep inside her. "You're so fucking hot." He thrust his fingers in and out, hard and fast, as she arched her back, her head falling back against his shoulder.

"Tell me you want this, Rachel. Tell me you want your father-in-law to make you cum."

She couldn't speak, could barely ...