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“Sit with me Daddy,” I said, patting the seat next to me in invitation as he hovered uncertainly in the middle of the room. Finally sitting cautiously at the other end of the sofa he watched me, his eyes flicking from my breasts to my thighs before meeting mine. “You’re as bad as the bellboy,” I giggled nervously, my sang-froid suddenly gone, knowing the next few minutes were so vital to my future happiness. He moved towards me, and wrapping his arm around my shoulder and tucking me against his warm body, started to talk. “Oh Steffie, I love you so much honey. But not like this, not as a man and woman, …not as lovers,” he sputtered. “You’re my daughter, my beautiful daughter… We can’t…I don’t think of you like that Steff,” he finished, but his tentative words seemed said more to convince himself more than me. “You don’t want to love me Daddy?” I demanded. “No sweetie… not like that,” he replied hesitantly, the bulge rising in his robe belying every word. “So why haven’t you gone out on a date for the last four months?” “What?” “You used to date all the time, now you never do,” I insisted. “But I ….,” he stammered before I cut him off. “Why were you secretly reading that psychology book on father-daughter relationships? Yes I saw it in your room Daddy,” I said as I saw him about to protest. “I read it too Daddy, where it talks about incest, about love between fathers and daughters.” “Why have you been surfing internet incest sites? Reading stories about fathers making love with their daughters, watching forbidden videos,” I demanded. “How come you always get an erection every time I’m around you now?” istanbul travesti I continued to pound at him, my legs now spread, exposing myself fully to his nervous looks. “But Steff,” he protested. “Yes even now,” I insisted, my hand sliding under his robe and grasping his thick cock. “Fuck me Daddy, please fuck me,” I cried as I moved on top of him, straddling him as he sat, his long pole now leaping upwards as I spread his robe. “Honey, we can’t,” he moaned, “its wrong sweetie. I don’t want to hurt you Steff. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you,” he groaned as his arms engulfed me, desperately holding me as he rejected me. “Bullshit Daddy,” I said as I moved my lips against his, burying my tongue deep in his mouth. If it’s so wrong Daddy,” I finally gasped, “How come there’s ten million hits when you type in father-daughter incest on Yahoo, how come there’s been a thousand studies by respected scholars on the subject if no one else is doing it? If it’s so unusual, so perverted how come a million fathers are sleeping with their daughters tonight? How come Daddy,” I asked, almost yelling now, urging, demanding, stroking him. “GOD STEPHANIE,” he finally roared, a primeval sexual scream bursting from his lips as he stood, effortlessly lifting me and then carrying me towards the bedroom. Watching his eyes as he carried me, I had a moment of panic, of fear, as I saw the raw male lust burning deep inside him, unleashed now, and wondered, too late maybe, if I had made a mistake, if we weren’t about to cross some inviolate line. He pulled my gaping robe off my shoulders as he walked, letting istanbul travestileri it slip to the floor even before we reached the bed. Throwing me on top of the sheets I fell back spread-eagled, my legs hanging over the edge of the bed, and watched transfixed as he almost tore his robe as he fumbled urgently to get it off. Finally he stood naked between my legs, his angry cock now thrusting upward, pulsing in its eagerness to be buried deep in my pink, moist sheathe. “Daddy!” I pled, scared now, convinced now it’d never fit, that it would split me. God, it’s double the size of Jason’s I thought, and even he had hurt me the first time. He grabbed my rear cheeks and easily lifted me up, carrying me backwards up the bed as he crawled between my legs, his thick organ now bouncing between my thighs as he lowered his lips onto mine. “Oh Daddy yesssss,” I moaned as he left my lips and moved his tongue over my chin and down onto an aching nipple, swallowing it as his teeth pulled and stretched it. “Jesus,” I screamed when I felt first one and then a second finger slip inside me, my hips arching upward in lust. “Oh Steff, you feel so good, so perfect,” Daddy groaned as he pumped his two fingers in and out of me, finally bringing them to his mouth where he tasted his daughter for the first time. My hand stole to his penis as he inhaled my aroma and tasted my sticky sex, and now fear gone, I grasped him and tried to pull him into my waiting pussy, already open and awash with my juices, urgently needing to be filled, to be impaled. “DADDDDDY PLEASE,” I wailed, begging him. “We have all night honey,” travesti the strong, confident, sexy father I’d always known now back in control, all need for further artifice on my part now gone, I was finally going to be made love to by the only man I’d ever love. I didn’t need any more foreplay; I was already shaking in anticipation, moist, lubricated for the penetration I craved. As he ran his hands from my hair down over my breasts, stopping just for a second to tease my already puffy nipples, and then down to my hips and my butt, I stared transfixed at the pole that seemed to rise from between my legs. Suddenly worried again at its size, I trembled when his hands moved over my ass and pulled my thighs apart, positioning me so his incredibly large cockhead rested lightly against my distended clit. “Daddy,” I moaned as he moved his cock so that it was perfectly aligned with my opening and gently pushed, steadily forcing the head into me. “DADDY,” I cried again, now convinced he’d never fit, my nether lips stretched wide, seemingly incapable of accepting him. “He’s too big Daddy,” I whimpered as he continued his assault. “Aaaaaaaahh Daddy,” I groaned as I felt the head pop through, and as I felt my cunt close behind the thick head and tighten on the blue veined shaft. He worked slowly now, first feeding me three more inches before retreating, gradually working more of himself into me as I adjusted to him, to his thickness, to his length. And then he was completely in, bottomed out at the gate to my womb, and then watched as kneeling between my legs, his hands lifting and separating my legs, he started a steady rhythm of long, deep strokes, each stroke igniting a million nerve endings the length of my cunt. I could feel my body stretching with each stroke, endlessly opening and closing on him, lubricating him as he pumped, coating the long shaft with my juice, welcoming this alien intruder into my center.

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