A Reluctant Daughter 3 - Sex Stories

A Reluctant Daughter 3

... pushing me deeper on to the cold metal. “Kick it off,” he quipped. The tone of his voice scared me and I froze in place, not wanting to be the one to reveal myself to him. Sensing my reluctance he bent over, keeping his body tight against mine and reaching down with one hand to shove my panties down my legs. The lacey material snagged on my toe and he pushed off my body to help me with it. “So sexy baby,” he muttered, sinking to his knees and blowing cold air straight onto my exposed lips glistening with juices. I shivered at the sensations, hot and cold jolts melting my resolve. He pulled off my underwear, yet when he stood back up I was surprised to see the thong still clamped tightly in his hand. As I watched in horror he brought the red lace to his face and inhaled my scent. His eyes rolled back in bliss and he smashed his crotch against mine, lost in some weird type of fantasy. Seeing him distracted I pushed my knee into his thigh and tried to slip away to the door. It was useless though because his muscled body easily withstood my shove. I grunted a little as I desperately tried to wiggle away again but with my second attempt my dadʻs eyes returned to normal and he locked his gaze with mine. “No,” he whispered, and with that he threw my panties out of sight and shoved his lips onto mine. With the smell of me burned in his mind my dad honed in. He expertly used his cock to keep me tight up against the back of the car. He looked down, and I could tell he was only now ...

... realizing that he was pushing himself into my naked cunt. At the sight of my exposed skin his eyes sparked and his hands flew to his pants. He made short work of the zipper but instead of removing his bottoms like I thought he would my dad pushed down his underwear only enough to allow his cock freedom. It popped out like a finely tuned instrument, its wetness slobbering over the top of my pussy. The coldness of it made me self-conscious and I tugged at the dress around my belly, trying to get it back down over my exposed bits. Yet hewas one step ahead and, as he was now satisfied with the freedom of his fuck pole, he was able to use his hands once again. He tugged the dress over my head and threw it atop the car haphazardly. Pinning my body he created a cage, grubbing out a single “no” when I tried to wedge my hand between us for distance. I opened my mouth, determined to say my piece. He knew this was wrong, he had promised that he would never force himself on me. The fact that his lust was so great that he couldn’t even wait until I got in the house revealed the truth of his state of mind. He needed help. I was going to tell him this, let him know just how unlike himself he was being. I opened my mouth, ready to speak when his right hand abruptly clamped over my lips. My eyes darted up to his face, fear running through my veins. Was he really going to do this? Was he going to take me without my consent? “No words baby,” his tone was scratchy, filled with emotions I couldn’t ...