Sex With My Daddy

Which means it's possible I'm not acting at all.

When I gag violently, he carefully slides his fingers out of my mouth while still holding on to my chin to remind me who's boss. What did you say to me, he whispers

As I gaze at him, tears stream down my cheeks yet my whole body is on fire. To amuse myself, I lick my lips slowly. Yes, Daddy. I've got a raspy voice. Weirdly, I have to avoid letting his hands dig into my chin as I speak. The next time you force me to come, I'll gladly accept your fingers as a token of your appreciation.

William looks at my mouth and then pulls me to his.

For more time than I want to admit, I have fantasized of experiencing this man's lips on mine. Fiction pales in comparison to the truth. Not a hint of hesitation or softness can be found. He seizes my mouth like a tyrant, opening it wide to accommodate his tongue, and turning it in the precise direction he desires. He robs me like a fucktard. I can taste remnants of myself all over his tongue, but it just makes the kiss more sexual than everything we've done so far. As for me, I'm all over him.

My memory of the camera is shot. Just thinking about how much I need him makes me forget everything else. I tear away my mouth from his and bury my face in his neck as I cry. It's like, 'Fuck me,' please. I'm counting on you.

William breathes heavily into my face, making my lips sting. One may find condoms in the medicine cabinet. Get after them.

I have no problem following his instruction. I get up and quickly to the downstairs restroom to get a package of condoms since I have no choice but to comply. On the sofa, with his cock out, when I return to the living room. As I was about to continue, I paused. Jesus Christ, he must weigh a ton. This is a really significant statement. "Whoa."

William flashes me that cocky smile of his. Like a nice little daughter, come over here and get on your Daddy's cock.

While I watch, he takes one of the condoms from me and tears it open, rubbing it over his length. I can't even take a deep breath, much alone do anything than straddle him and quiver as he notches his cock at my arrival. At one point, I thought he was going to ram into me, but William just waits for me to decide. There's no way I could have chosen any other location tonight. I never expected to have so much fun despite the questionable logic that led me here.

I gave in to the pull of gravity and gently slid onto his length. However, that has its limits. I'm left gasping and writhing as I attempt to take him further since he's too massive to glide in with a single stroke the first time. "Holy crap, that's nice"

Get everything. I feel his hands on my hips, tugging me down till I'm sure I can feel him in the back of my throat. It's all spelled out for you. When he impales me on his cock, he says things that seem almost kind and caring. The next thing I know, William has hooked the back of my neck and his lips is on mine again, kissing me like I'm the only thing keeping him alive.

After a little struggle, I am able to get access to his cock and continue my adventure, fucking him gently at first so that my body can adjust and gradually increasing my speed. Between those long, deliberate blinks, the remainder of the scene gradually becomes discernible. What's most striking is that he hasn't removed any of his clothing. How vulnerable I feel without clothes. In this new phase of our power dynamic, I'm not sure whether I'm supposed to be the dominant one or the submissive one. Which one would I rather be?

"You've been wanting this cock for a while, haven't you?" He snaps me out of my trancelike state with his speech. While wearing those skimpy dresses and bending down just slightly so I can nearly see your gorgeous pussy, you've been walking about my home. To put me in a compromising position was your intention.

Possibly, I mutter. I enjoyed your interest in me. I enjoyed fantasizing about mistreating you. If it weren't for how bad things have become, I never would have done it. I certainly wouldn't have done it. That doesn't prevent us, though, from creating our unpardonable dream. Holding his shoulders firmly, I bring my whole weight down on his scrotum. There was no need for me to wear a towel as I made my way from the bathroom to his bedroom. Every time I passed your bedroom, I didn't have to slam on the brakes.

"I know." He squeezes my hips harder, telling me to hurry up.

I was on the verge of throwing in the towel that one time. I have no idea whether it is true. It makes no difference to me. "Just to test your reaction, that's all." My revised account of what happened that day is so vivid that I can practically see him in his bedroom, staring at me with those dark eyes. As in the act of throwing in the towel... A question: "What would you have done?"

"I asked you to please enter my room and close the door behind you." As he pulls me down, he holds himself tightly within me. Don't secure it, however. The reason being that you want such an outcome. Being impure, wicked, and sexing me when you shouldn't."

I can't be the only one who fantasizes about becoming a nasty girl or boy, right? When I get close enough, I can lick the ear canal. You don't think I'm now fucking my son's ex-girlfriend, do you? I wasn't the one who stood too near, who looked me too intently, who licked his lips every time my skirt fell just a little too high.

Currently, you're riding my cock, so yeah. Not his. Tossing me back onto the sofa, he catches me by the waist and pulls me under. Then I see my phone, perfectly poised to record the moment his cock slides inside me. Now that he's standing tall and driving into me, I'm at an even greater angle. acting for the camera. I can see his cock, sticky with my yearning, sinking into me, spreading my pussy with his breadth, and feel my breasts tremble with the intensity of each push. 'Who's cock do you need, darling girl?' he groans. "Say it."