Ainsley woke up horny again. Despite how beautiful she was, she lay in bed alone, her forbidden dreams scurrying off to the darkest corners of her mind. Ainsley’s juices flowed for one man and one man only – her father John. It had always been him.
She lay in bed wearing an oversized t-shirt emblazoned “Daddy’s Girl”, her panties heavy with her secrecy. She began thinking of the times throughout her life that she had tried to get her father to make her a woman. She remembered the time at 15 when she came down to breakfast wearing nothing but a towel.
John sat at the breakfast bench drinking his coffee dressed only in his boxer shorts.
“Are you out of clothes?” He asked as she sashayed past him.
“My jeans are in the dryer still.” Ainsley answered knowing full well that wasn’t the reason she was dressed like this.
She opened the fridge and bent over to look in the bottom drawer. She knew that this would expose her naked ass to her father, her plump pussy framed between her thighs.
“Don’t we have any fruit?” She asked looking back over her shoulder.
She saw the look on her father’s face as he caught sight of her forbidden desire. What’s more, she saw the bulge grow in his shorts. The thin cotton did nothing to conceal the waking anaconda and even though he immediately looked away, his erection continued to grow. He turned away from her and took a large gulp from his coffee.
“I’ll get some after work” he mumbled into his cup.
Three years later and Ainsley only had to close her eyes and she could see the monster growing in her father’s pants again. She rubbed herself hard through her panties, grabbing a handful of cotton gusset and swollen labia tightly in her grip. She couldn’t take it anymore and lifted her hips up and pulled her panties down. She began pushing one finger then another inside her saturated cunny. Her legs spread so far apart, she fingered herself furiously before pulling her digits out and started slapping her swollen lips.
When she was younger and these feelings were new, she felt ashamed at the way her body would react when she thought “that way” about her daddy. She knew it was wrong but the tingling between her legs made it hard to stop. She tried to make the feeling go away by slapping her pussy, only it had the opposite effect. It wasn’t long before the slapping became part of her routine, even going so far as to use a hairbrush to smack her swollen mound.
She spent years smelling his shirts while she touched herself, thinking of how she would get him to notice her in “that way”. She remembered all the times she climbed onto his lap and ground on his cock before he would push her off and laugh that she was too old to be doing that. Her fingers returned to deep inside her pussy, smashing it hard until her legs stiffened. Her back arched and she let out a groan.
She lay there a moment before lifting her hand to her face and looking at the creamy discharge on her fingers. She had an idea. Taking her other hand she scooped more of her cum from up inside her pussy, then she rubbed her hands together like some sort of sordid cleanser.
Jumping out of bed, she hurried downstairs to where her father was having breakfast. She came up behind him and smeared her sticky hands across his mouth. Before she could escape thpugh, John grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back. He held her hand up to his face and smelled it. Without saying a word he pulled her across his lap, lifted her t-shirt exposing her naked ass, and smacked her hard. Three times his mitt sized hand came down on her soft white flesh, leaving a raised red mark before he forced her legs opened and pushed his middle finger inside her still-wet opening.
“Daddy!” Ainsley screamed “What are you doing? I’m your daughter!”
“I don’t have a daughter, I have a little slut who is about to learn what years of cock teasing will do to a man.” Her father sounded so different.
His finger probed her deeply and a second one spread her so that her pussy ached. He curled them inside her, tracing his fingertips against the wall of her womb. She squirmed as his fist mashed her labia with each thrust.
“Ugh. Nnngh” she couldn’t say anything to stop him now – even if she had wanted to.
He grabbed Ainsley by the hair with one hand and pushed her off his lap with the other. Then, he pulled his hard cock from the confines of his pants. There was no way she could of been prepared for this. His dick was perfection to her. Dead straight, it was like an inverted rocket – thick at the top, softly tapering down to about 5″ round at the base. It had to be at least 9″ long. He took it and pushed it against her mouth and she obediently accepted it.
Her jaw ached as she realized that never had she taken anything this big in her mouth. But that was the least of her problems as he continued feeding inch after inch into her mouth. Ainsley was good at giving head, but this was still going to be hard. Finally he was all the way down her throat, his wiry pubic hair around her mouth.
“I had to wait until you were 18” he said, still holding her on his cock. “Even then I didn’t think I could do it – but you come and smear your cum on my face? You’re a filthy little whore and deserve to be treated like one!”
She coughed as she struggled to breath. He pulled back before fucking her mouth relentlessly. Every few strokes he would go balls deep in her mouth and hold it there until she gagged. It really didn’t take long before he was emptying his load directly into her stomach. Ainsley took every drop before he pulled out.
She looked up at him from down on her knees. “Thank you daddy” she said.
He smiled and cupped her face in his hand. “Let’s go have a shower Baby Girl.”
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Brilliant! When is the next part coming?!
MORE!!!!!!
Gotta have more please