Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 8012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 40(@200wpm)___ 32(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 8012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 40(@200wpm)___ 32(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
This entire thing was insane, yet I was more turned on than I'd ever been, and not even the threat of my father catching me could make me look away.
“I want you to fuck me harder, Daddy,” the woman moaned, and I froze, snapping my focus from the massive cock leaking pre-cum just feet from me, to the porno on the screen.
“I love fucking my little girl. You take Daddy so well, stretching around me so your cunt is strangling my dick until I’m gonna blow my wad in my daughter’s wet little pussy.”
I felt my eyes widen at what I heard and what I was watching.
My father was jerking off to… daughter/daddy porn?
I didn't know how to feel, how to react. Did this mean my dad was into this kind of stuff? Did this mean I could be wholly honest with him, and he’d accept what I wanted?
“Yeah,” my father grunted and groaned, and I looked at him to see his hand working faster over his shaft. “You’re gonna take Daddy’s big fucking cock like my good girl.”
My mouth dried, and my pussy got wetter. My panties were slick enough the material was rubbing obnoxiously against my pussy lips and slit. God, and my clit… the damn thing throbbed in time with my pulse.
He made these rough, animalistic sounds, and I knew he was close to coming. He pulled his shirt up farther, exposing the hard expanse of his hairy chest and rippling abs. My dad was built like a tank, with hard muscles and the type of masculinity that made him seem like a caveman about to throw you over his shoulder and drag you back to his lair.
“Jesus Christ,” he grunted, tossed his head back on the cushion, and closed his eyes, his abdomen clenching so his six-pack was starkly noticeable. He pointed his cockhead toward his hairy belly, and the way his balls—the massive twin weights—tightened up, I knew he was going to come.
Look away, woman. Look away as Dad has this private moment.
“Fuck yeah,” my father moaned. “Take Daddy’s massive dick, baby. Take all my cum until it’s seeping out of that tight, little pink pussy of yours.” He was panting, huffing, and puffing, and then he was getting off. “Poppy,” he barked out.
And that's when the world ended for me.
My father. His cock in hand as he jacked off. Called out my name as he came.
My eyes felt comically wide as I watched the thick white ropes of his spunk spray all over his belly, making an enormous mess. I was soaked. Drenched.
He came and came… and came so much more I couldn't believe he had all that semen stored in those balls that were tight against the base of his shaft.
When his body sank against the couch and he sighed, I took a step back, knowing that was my cue to leave and process what the hell I'd just seen and heard. But as the damn floorboard creaked beneath my foot, I froze when I saw my father’s body tense and his muscles contract like a cobra ready to strike.
I held my breath as Dad sat up and looked over his shoulder.
Our eyes locked. My thighs clenched. And I knew nothing would ever be the same.
My father slowly stood, and instead of tucking himself back into his jeans, he faced me so I could see him in his full glory, his huge, still semi-hard cock swinging slightly from side to side.
His shirt was still pushed up, his load a painting across the canvas of his belly and chest hair. The longer we stared at each other, the harder Dad got, and the hotter the fire in his eyes burned.
“Come closer.”
The breath I’d been holding finally escaped, an exhale so loud I felt my cheeks heat from the embarrassment of it all.
“How long have you been watching Daddy jerk off, baby girl?”
I licked my lips and shook my head, unsure how to even answer that, at least not verbally. It was like someone cut my tongue out.
“Long enough to know Daddy was watching another man fuck his daughter, thinking about you as I came harder than I ever had?”
I nodded in response, still not trusting my voice.
He smirked, just a little tilt of his lips obscured slightly by his trimmed salt-and-pepper beard. “Did it make you wet?” When I was so stunned I couldn’t even nod, he ordered, “Come closer and Daddy will check. Let me finally feel that pretty pussy.”
Chapter
Two
HAYDEN
I’d been dreaming of fucking my daughter since she came home from college after her first year. It was a hot June day, and she’d been sunbathing by the pool.
She’d just turned nineteen, and I came home early from a long fucking day of laying brick at the job-site.
I found myself just staring at her through the kitchen window as she did a couple of laps. The kitchen had been shadowy with the lights off, so I knew she couldn’t see me watching her like the fucking pervert I felt I was being.