Part 2/2
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“Please Daddy. I just want to make you feel good. Show me that I’m not a freak.”
Richard nearly came in his pants listening to her beg so good. It was a fight to prevent himself from reaching in his pants and jerking himself to completion right in front of her.
A million different what-ifs ran through his head. What if he hurt her? What if Mercedes came home early from her trip? What if she didn’t like it and nothing was ever the same?
Thoughts ran circles in his head until he looked down at his daughter and into her chocolate brown eyes. They were blown out with desperation and lust, a look he had never seen before in his baby girl, and one that he just wasn’t strong enough to resist.
“Okay, baby,” he said, finally making his decision. “Kneel on the couch next to me.”
Callie’s face lit up, and she wiped away her tears. Quickly, she scrambled onto the couch and knelt so that the front half of her body was draped over the arm of the chair—ass presented high in his face.
There was a flush high on his cheeks as he stood and tugged her feet back. “No, face the back of the couch. It will be easier that way.”
Callie obeyed, and spread her legs wider for her father. Fear mixed with arousal as he leaned forward and rubbed the small of her back again. Her skin was like an electric heat at his touch. In one clean motion, he hooked his finger under the band of her sweat pants and underwear, and pulled them down to her knees.
Bare in front of him was his daughter’s firm ass, round and soft, practically begging him to fuck.
Callie hitched a little, the surprise of cold air touching her hot pussy sending a chill up her spine. The delicious pink slit between her legs was wet, ready for him to slide his fingers inside.
But he had to draw the line somewhere. Worshipping her ass would make Callie feel confident. He was only helping his daughter become the woman he knew she was on the inside. Playing with her pussy would be for his own pleasure, and that’s not what he was doing here. At least that’s what he told himself.
Even though he wanted to feel the way her tight warmth wrapped around him, he instead took Callie’s hand and slipped it between her legs for her.
“Touch yourself for me baby,” he whispered to her, breathless. “It will help you relax.”
Her ears turned bright red, but she silently obeyed, swirling a single finger around her clit, until sliding it easily between her parted lips. Soft moans poured out of her as she pumped in and out, filling Richard with an arousal deep in his stomach. By the way she effortlessly found the right spots, it was clear she had done this before. Richard placed the heel of his hand on his cock, and started grinding down through his jeans, flashes of Callie writhing against her fingers in the dead of night filling in his head.
When one was no longer enough, she slipped another finger inside, then a third, until she was roughly grinding her hips down onto her slender hand. It only took a few seconds after that, before she started whimpering as her orgasm raked over her body head-to-toe. She kept her fingers inside of her, gently riding out the sensations, her knees buckling forward into the couch.
“Daddy?” she whimpered, turning to look at Richard over his shoulder.
“Keep going baby, Daddy’s almost ready.”
Richard fished around the ottoman they kept in front of the couch until he found what he was looking for. A small tube of lube, he and Callie’s mother kept in close reach for when Callie spent Saturday nights out with her friends. It was almost funny that he was now going to use it on their daughter.
Richard roughly unzipped his pants, freeing his swollen cock. He slicked himself up from base to tip, then leaned over Callie’s thin body and angled himself so that his hand was next to hers on the back of the couch, and his chin could nestle on her neck. With his other hand, he took the remainder of the lube and started swirling little circles against the puckered entrance of her ass.
Her body stiffened at the touch, but slowly, she relaxed and let out a quiet hiss as he sank his finger into her warmth. The slight flutter of her muscles made his dick twitch, and he pushed his fingers deeper, rocking back and forth in tandem with the swing of her hips.
When she was loose enough, he adjusted the angle of his wrist, he pressed a second finger against her hole, applying light pressure. It slid in without resistance, thanks to the prep she’d done with her pussy.
“You’re such a good girl, Callie. You took my fingers so easily.”
Beneath him, his daughter moaned, spreading her legs even wider apart.
“Please, Daddy,” she begged, her voice so perfectly broken. “Please. Show me you love me.”
“Shh, we’re almost there.” He continued swirling his fingers inside of her, grinding his hips against her thick thighs until she was finally ready. With a loud pop, he pulled his fingers from her tight hole. Callie whimpered at the loss, but Richard quickly lined himself up to her hole and pressed the tip against her.
“It might hurt a little. Tell me if you need Daddy to stop.”
Fingers still stuffed in her pussy, Callie nodded and mumbled something quietly. Without another warning, Richard bared down, guiding his cock into her ass, gasping for air as he felt her slick walls slide against his cock. The burning heat made him let out a groan he didn’t know he had been holding.
Callie’s body was so impossibly tight, so hot, and wet around his cock it made him want to grind his hips savagely, fucking down into her until she screamed for him to stop. Instead, he waited patiently for her breathing to steady, kneading her round ass and rubbing circles along her back.
When he finally felt the tightness of her ass relax, he pushed deeper inside, kneeling on the couch and leaning forward until his body was perfectly aligned with hers. They both moaned, and Callie rolled her hips in an attempt to take more.
“God your ass is so tight,” he growled, digging his face into her back.
“Is that okay?” she looked over her shoulder, meeting his gaze. Richard nuzzled his face into her hair and basked in the scent.
“It’s so good baby. You’re making Daddy feel so good.”
Slowly, he pulled his hips back, and moved forward again, relishing in the way her ass greedily sucked him back in. He snapped his hips tentatively, afraid to hurt her, until her moans grew so loud and primal, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer.
Filled with lust, and years of pent-up desire, he covered her hands with his, intertwining their fingers, and pumped his hips in a steady rhythm, listening to the loud smack of her ass against his thighs. Her ass was impossibly tight, squeezing the length of his dick each time he pulled out and plunged inside again. Their bodies, moved in tandem, Callie softly whimpering under him each time she felt the thickness of his cock against her fingers, still buried deep in her pussy.
They writhed together, sweat and the smell of salt filling the room. Callie’s legs began to shake from the pleasure, as she gave into the ecstasy of feeling her ass, so full and stretched open wide.
“I’m so close,” she nearly screamed, shifting so that she could fit a fourth finger inside of her. Red faced, and out of breath, Richard lifted her quickly and flipped them both, so that he was sitting on the couch with her perched between his legs and facing forward.
“It’ll feel better this way. Don’t worry. Daddy will do all of the work,” he huffed, “Just keep touching yourself for me. Be a good girl, like that.” He guided her fingers back to her entrance as he spread her legs open with his knees. Leaning forward, Callie continued working herself, grinding little circles with each breath of air.
From this angle, Richard had the perfect view of her round ass. He rubbed his cock once, then guided it to her hole, hissing as she sank down his length until he was completely sheathed.
“Callie,” Richard called her name, lifting her up with both hands, and thrusting into her slowly, purposely trying to drag out her orgasm as long as possible. He wasn’t ready to lose her warmth. To pull out of his perfect daughter’s tiny body.
Frustrated groans mewled out of her, and he took one nipple between his fingers, rolling the little bud between his fingers. The sharp gasp that came from her mouth made his dick tighten, and her hips buck.
He quickened the pace now, sliding between her cheeks, stretching her open, watching his thick cock disappear inside of her over and over again. It was hard to believe such a tiny person could take so much of him.
There was a muffled moan as he took both of her breasts into his hands, and leaned her back against his chest, holding her sweat-slicked body tight against his skin. Her body started to shake, and he kissed her neck, her shoulders, her back—collected her hair into one hand and pulled hard—just as her breath hitched.
“Fuck!” she let out a strangled sob, as she worked her hips against the older man, until her body clenched down to an almost painful tightness around her father’s cock. Wet, poured out of her pussy all over hands, her whole body arching, soaking the couch cushions as Richard continued pounding inside of her, working her though her orgasm.
“Callie. Baby.” He whimpered, feeling the tightness grow in his balls, as his baby girl bounced limply on his dick.
“Baby, I’m gonna cum. Can I cum inside?” he asked, a plea and a prayer, his breath shaky with ecstasy. The familiar feeling growing in his groin, like a burning heat threatening to explode.
Callie whimpered a response, clenching her muscles around him. Richard nearly let out a scream, and bucked his hips working faster, trying to keep a rhythm going but failing. It was too good. Too tight. Too wet. Too much. Too much.
Richard winced as her nails dug into his thighs.
“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, chasing his orgasm. He moved both hands to her hips and slammed his body against her wrecked hole, listening to her strangled moans. Richard’s balls tightened until the tension snapped with a shout, and he finally came, cock buried deep inside of his daughter’s ass.
He rolled his hips, letting every bit fill her small hole, rubbing her legs and chest with each fresh wave of bliss.
When it was over, he buried his face in her long hair, trying to catch his breath long enough to remember where he was.
His cock still half-hard, he slipped out of his daughter, his cum pouring out of her and dripping onto his thighs. Callie winced at the loss, then turned and nuzzled closer into her father’s arms.
“Baby girl,” he said, combing his fingers through her hair.
“Hmm?” she mumbled.
“I hope you know how perfect you are now.”
“You don’t mind my body?”
Richard chuckled at how ridiculous of a question that was. He couldn’t get enough of her body, and was already dreaming about the next time he could have her wrapped around his cock again. He trailed his large hands over her butt, squeezing her and whispering his assurance into her ear.
“And Callie?” he asked after a while.
“Yes dad?” she said, that 20-something-ish tone coming back.
“Don’t tell mom.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kawsy7/teaching_my_45m_daughter_20f_how_to_love_her_huge
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