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Pulling into the driveway, I was a mess of emotions. Part of me wanted to cry. I felt like there was a divide in my relationship with Shane now. I had always been okay with Shane not making me orgasm; I always handled it myself when I got home anyway. Today was different, though. My mind was completely scattered. Was I upset that he didn’t give me the orgasm I needed? Or was I upset that my father wasn’t giving me an orgasm? I wanted to be mad at my dad, for making me think bad things about him in the first place. I wanted to yell at myself for being an emotional cheater. But really, I was feeling lonely. I felt empty, almost like I wasn’t even there, when Shane and I had sex. Shane used to hold me and make me feel cared for, but I couldn’t even stick around today. I know he could sense my distancing myself. Even then, bringing myself to care was too much for me. I wanted to feel cared for, but it was clear that Shane couldn’t do that for me anymore. The feeling was that strong; I was almost physically choking on the realization. I could only hope that my father was in his study. I didn’t want to face him. I was scared that I had ruined our relationship in addition to my relationship with Shane. Yeah, my dad was the one getting off to daddy/daughter porn and thinking of me when he came, but he had never made me feel less of his daughter. Now I was looking at him in a new way and that scared me. What if my attraction to him ruined our relationship? He never treated me differently, but I now felt like my world was turning into something completely different.
Can I pretend that I don’t want him? Like he pretends he doesn’t want me?
My ears perked up at the noise of the front door opening. Looking at my watch, it had only been an hour since she went to Shane’s.
Not that I’m complaining.
I walked around to the living room to say hello to her, and what I saw made my blood boil. She was crying. That bastard made her cry. I made my way over to my little girl, needing to comfort her.
“Lovebug, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
She shook her head and wouldn’t even look up at me. I put my fingers under her chin and tilted it up so that I could see her eyes. Her face was flushed, tears streaming down her face. Even crying, she was beautiful.
“Lovebug, tell me what’s wrong.”
“Can you hold me?”
My only response to her was to pick her up bridal style, sit on the couch, and set her in my lap. I did my best to be gentle, but on the inside I was pissed.
What the fuck happened at that little punk’s house?
“Baby, tell me what happened.” I tried to make my voice gentle, but my voice was too husky to come across as comforting.
“Daddy, something’s wrong with me,” she whispered into my neck.
Oh, God no. Something was wrong with me. I had been filled with nothing but fatherly concern and love (and hate for her bastard boyfriend for upsetting her), and now that one little term of endearment had me seeing this situation from another light. I had a beautiful girl on my lap, with her arms around me, with her lips at my neck. Crying. Vulnerable.
My daughter is upset for fucks sake! Now is not the time to think about her like that!
“You’re perfect, baby. Nothing is wrong with you. Why would you even think that? Did Shane say something to you?” It was hard to keep my voice calm. I wanted to be comforting, but I was pissed. I was pissed at her boyfriend for making her cry and pissed at myself for getting turned on by her rocking in my lap.
I wanted to push her off my lap before she noticed my dick stirring, but I also wanted to comfort her. In that moment, I couldn’t have felt like a worse father. She needed me, and I couldn’t keep my dick soft.
“No. He didn’t say anything to me.”
“Then why do you think something’s wrong with you?” I couldn’t fathom why she would think she was anything but perfect.
“I-I can’t say.” She mumbled into my neck, pulling me tighter to her. Looking for comfort. But damn, her titts felt so nice pressed up against me. All I could do was pray that my dick softened up.
“You can tell me anything.”
I was starting to get frustrated. All I wanted was for her to confide in me.
“Rachel. Look at me.”
Rather reluctantly, she did. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes, sparkling with tears. God, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
“What do you need from me?” I don’t know why, but I felt like that was the right thing to say. She obviously wasn’t going to tell me why she was upset. All I wanted was to be there for her. Though my dick was trying to correct me on that.
“I-I just want… You love me, right?”
My eyes couldn’t have been any wider in shock. How the hell could she even ask me that question? What was going on in her pretty little head? She had to know how important she was to me. I almost felt mad. How could she question my love for her?
“Of course I love you! I love you more than anything Avcılar Escort else in this world. What’s going on with you?”
“No matter what?”
“No matter what. Nothing could ever change that.” I was never good with words. I never hated that more than in this moment. I just didn’t know what to say. She deserved more.
“I-I… I just-” She broke off and gave me a wild look, and what she did next- I never expected.
She kissed me.
My daughter. My little girl.
My little girl just kissed me, and my cock couldn’t be any harder.
As soon as our lips touched, I felt all my insecurities fade away. He didn’t pull away from me. It was a kiss full of love and affection that gave me comfort. I had been so worried that my affection, non-daughterly affection, was going to ruin us. I know that he had been getting off to the idea of me sucking his cock when he was watching porn and he had been checking me out. I knew that he thought of me sexually, but I was worried it was just a fantasy. Would he hate me when he found out how I really feel? I don’t think it is just lust for me. I love him. I always have, and then I lusted after him for half a day. Now, I don’t think just one or the other for me. I think this is something more, on my side at least.
But still, he wasn’t pulling away from me. I decided to push the kiss a little further. I shifted in his lap, so that i could kiss him deeper. And then I felt it. I had been balancing mainly on his knee, but now… now I was truly in his lap.
It was hard, thick. And fuck, it was huge. I was all about taking risks tonight, I guess, because without breaking the kiss- I straddled his lap. As soon as I made contact with his cock, my pussy began to throb. And I swear it gushed. I couldn’t help but rock against his cock. Unfortunately, I threw my head back- moaning- and broke the kiss. I regretted breaking the kiss, because I thought it would clear his mind.
When he spoke to me- his voice was soft.
“Baby. Baby, I need you to get off of me now.”
“You- you don’t want me?” My voice was small. I felt kind of pathetic. It was all a fantasy. He didn’t want me. My mind was going in a downward spiral, fast. Tears were clouding my vision, and I looked down at his chest. I had gone too far.
“Look at me, Rachel.”
All I could do was shake my head.
“Look at me.”
I ignored him. I was scared and started to scoot back from his lap. My first instinct was to run.
He harshly grabbed my asscheeks and pulled me hard against him, not letting me escape.
“Rachel. I said look at me!”
He almost never raised his voice at me. I was shocked and had to obey.
“Does THIS feel like I don’t want you?!” He emphasized the “THIS” by rolling his hips into me, pushing his clothed cock against my pussy- my wet pussy that was soaking my thin yoga shorts. I bit my lip to hold back a moan. I wasn’t sure if that would spur him on or make him push me away, and I needed him to let me stay here. I didn’t know if I could handle the rejection. I wanted to hide my face; I wasn’t usually one to shy away, but this was different. This was my dad, the person I loved more than anyone else in the world. But he wouldn’t let me disobey him. He wanted me to look into his eyes while he spoke to me.
“Rachel. I’m trying really hard here,” He took a deep breath before continuing, “I don’t know what’s going through your mind right now, but we need to talk. You need to tell me what’s going on.”
“I don’t know.” I didn’t know what to say to him. I had already gone this far, though. I would have to tell him the truth; I know that. Thinking about it now, analyzing the situation, I felt a bit more calm. I was about to confess my true feelings for him, and there is nothing scarier than rocking the boat like that. What oddly gave me a sense of comfort, though, was that his cock was still hard, and his hands were still gripping my asscheeks.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know. Tell me the truth. I love you. Nothing will ever change that, but I need to understand what is going on right now.”
I was amazed that he still sounded like… well, like my dad. He had a hardon for me but was still trying to comfort me and be there for me. I felt a surge of courage go through me when he told me he loved me.
I can do this. I’ve gone too far to back out.
“All I’m asking is that you hear me out first.”
He just nodded and waited for me to continue.
“I love you more than anyone else in this world. I always have, but I don’t love you the same way I used to. I saw you, in your office, last night.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.
“Just let me explain. I was shocked at first, when I heard you say those dirty things about me. I didn’t know you felt that way. And the more I thought about your reaction to me, the more I liked it. I thought I was just sexually attracted to you, too. I am. I mean, I have never been so turned on in my life than I have since I found out.”
HIs Avcılar Escort Bayan cock jerked when I started speaking about sex, and the movement made me squeeze my legs around his waist. I wanted to start grinding on him. I needed to get more friction, but I couldn’t distract myself. I needed to tell him how I felt.
“I was desperate this morning. I thought I was just turned on by the fantasy. So, I thought Shane could help.”
His grip on my ass tightened, and his eyes darkened. I don’t think the man in him liked that I went to someone else for sex. I KNOW that the father in him didn’t like that I went to anyone for sex. Either way, he let me continue.
“The whole time, I knew he wasn’t what I needed. I tried. I tried so hard to picture you. I thought that maybe if I imagined you, then I could handle the need for you. I couldn’t though. He just can’t compare to you. After he finished, I couldn’t even stay with him. I wanted you to be the one holding me, not just the one fucking me.”
He let out a hiss when I said that last sentence. I could tell he was grasping for control, trying not to react. I knew my words were having an effect on him, getting him excited. His cock was rock hard, pushing into my pussy. His hands were now pulling my asscheeks apart, exposing my asshole. Granted I was wearing my little yoga shorts, but something about having my asshole pulled open by him sent another gush of cream out of my pussy. I was getting braver by the second.
“Daddy, I love you. I know this sounds crazy, but it isn’t just daughterly love or sexual attraction now. On my way home, I was scared by everything I was realizing. That’s why I was crying. I knew that you wanted me, sexually. I just didn’t know if you wanted me, emotionally. Not just as your daughter. Because this is more for me. I do. I do want you to fuck me. My pussy is so needy for you that it’s kind of pathetic. I don’t know how much longer I can wait to have you inside of me. The thing is, I don’t think I can do that, not if you don’t love me, too. Before you say anything, this isn’t just lust clouding my judgement. You’re the person I want to go to when I have a good day. You’re the person I go to for comfort. You make me feel special and happy and loved. Nobody will ever compare to you, and I know that. I don’t know how to explain it to you, but I know. I know that this isn’t just lust. This isn’t just me being your daughter. This is more. I don’t want you to hate me. I don’t want you to be upset that I want you more than just sexually, than just a fantasy. I feel greedy, wanting more from you. I’m sorry-“
“Enough.” When he said that, I thought he was shutting me down. I thought he was going to send me to my room and never look at me again, but then he continued…
“Rachel, before we discuss any of this, we need to establish something. I won’t lie. I’m a little enraged. I’m being as calm as I can. I’m trying to be gentle with you, but what the fuck is going through your head?”
The tears were coming back. His voice was rising and getting harsher. Though I find his rough voice to be comforting and loving, as backward as they may sound, he almost sounded deadly. Hearing a man, a sweet father, calmly explain to me that he was infuriated with me, was scary as hell.
“I love you. I could never hate you. How could you ever think that of me?!”
My heart lifted. He wasn’t upset that I was in love with him. He was upset that I doubted him. His words gave me hope.
“Daddy-” I tried to explain, but once again he silenced me. I knew he wasn’t trying to be harsh. This was his turn to explain. I don’t think he was really asking me any questions. I understood. He needed to clear his thoughts and think things through.
“I am doing my best to be calm, but I want to spank the Hell out of you. I know that I should be more sensitive to what you need right now, but I am furious with you. I don’t think I’ve ever been this mad at you in my life.”
I knew that he was talking about me doubting him, but it was still freaking me out. His voice was even, but I could still hear the anger there. Besides freaking me out, he turned me on. His cock had stayed rock hard this whole time, and now he wanted to spank me. I understood, though. He needed an outlet. He was overwhelmed with emotion and needed a way to work through it. I knew I was putting him through a lot right now, exposing his secret, telling him I wanted him sexually, telling him how my love for him has changed. I needed to help him, so I did what I could to help him.
“Do it,” I was worried it would come out a whisper but was glad that my voice came out steady and confident. Because I was confident. I knew what I wanted and what he needed. I didn’t need him worried that I was unsure.
“Please, spank me. You need it.” His fingers dug into me when I said I clarified. In his eyes, I could see that he had made his decision. I knew that this was going to hurt, because this wasn’t going to just be about sexual feelings. Escort Avcılar This was going to be about real emotion. He was going to spank me hard, but I couldn’t help but be excited.
“If we are going to do this, we are going to do this right. Strip. Then bend over my lap.” His voice was even. Calm. I quickly stripped, I couldn’t hide it. I was eager, even though I knew he was going to hurt me. But he wasn’t doing this to be malicious. He was going to do this to work through his emotions, and my pussy was soaked just thinking about it. I was about to bend over his lap when he stopped me.
“You weren’t wearing panties.”
“I’m sorry,” I didn’t know what else to say.
“Just bend over, little girl. Bend over and don’t speak unless I tell you that you can.”
Better believe my ass bent over his lap real quick. Feeling a little naughty, I spread my legs a little so he could see my pussy. I heard a sharp intake of breath, silence, and then he started to speak.
“You’re soaked. My daughter has pussy juice dripping down her thighs, because I’m about to spank her little ass. You think this is going to be fun? I’m not playing with you little girl. I’m warning you now, this is going to hurt. You still think you want this?”
My only response was to wiggle my ass a little higher in the air, and fuck did he respond. I knew it was coming. I knew he was going to hit me hard. I knew it was going to hurt. What I didn’t expect was for my pussy to pulse and clench when he relentlessly rained down on my ass.
“I can’t believe you would question my love for you. It’s insulting!” He followed that up with two quick, stinging spanks on each cheek.
“You were crying because of me? You thought I wouldn’t love you? You thought I wouldn’t want you? Are you insane?!” Another rain of hard, fast spankings landed on my ass.
“How could you doubt me?” I was prepared for the next spanking, but his hand landed softly on my backside.
“How could you doubt me?” His voice was soft this time.
But then when he continued, his voice was angry again, “Answer me! Tell me! Tell me how you could doubt me for a second!” Five hard smacks landed on my thighs. My ass had almost felt numb, but my thighs weren’t expecting the impact. They were sensitive.
“Daddy, I’m sorry! I was just scared of what I was feeling! It was all new! I didn’t even know you felt that way about me. That you wanted to fuck me, and I wasn’t sure if it was just a fantasy or if you really wanted it!” I was glad he was letting me talk. He had let enough out that he was able to speak with me. I knew we were far from over, but we were making progress.
“I’ve been jacking off to you for over a year. Every day I think about fucking you. I have a pair of your panties in my office, covered in a wad of cum. The same panties that I licked your pussy cream from. You can feel my cock digging into your stomach. You know what else? Right now I’m looking at your weeping pussy, so wet that your thighs are slick. Your cunt is practically begging for me fuck you. I think it speaks volumes about me that I haven’t shoved my cock inside of you yet.”
Yet. He said yet. I could’ve cried out in joy, but then I cried out in pain and need- because he spanked my pussy. Hard and fast. He smacked my pussy, and I could hear how wet I was from the impact. I was so needy for him. I wanted to beg. I wanted to beg for him, but I knew I wasn’t allowed to speak. I needed to obey in order to get what I wanted and to give him the emotional release he needed.
“But before I do that, I need you to look at me.”
I moved to get up, but he firmly put his hand on my lower back, pushing me back down. I looked back, confusion evident on my face.
“I said look at me, not get up. I want you bent over with your pussy exposed while we talk. Okay?”
His eyes softened. He looked much more calm. I knew that spanking me would help.
“Now tell me, pet. Tell me how you feel about me. Sweet, simple, to the point. I want to hear it from you.” He drew lazy circles around my inner thighs, teasingly near my pussy.
“I’m in love with you, Daddy.”
“And you want me to fuck you?” He ran his fingers softly up my slit, and I pushed back at him. Desperate for him to put them inside of me, my eyes slipped closed. His fingers stilled.
“I’m waiting for an answer, pet. And if you want this conversation to continue, keep your eyes open.”
I eagerly obeyed. I loved this man. I’d do anything for him.
“Yes. Yes, I want you to fuck me.” My words came out breathlessly, and he began moving his fingers again. He pushed them into my slit, just lightly, and continued sliding them up and down.
“But, do you want me to make love to you or just to fuck you?”
“I want everything, Daddy.” It came out as a bit of a whimper, because he pushed a finger inside of me. Thick. Not as thick as his cock, though.
“I love you, Pretty Girl. You’re more special to me than anything else in this world. I will love you forever, no matter what. It took courage to tell me how you feel. So, I’m going to reward you.” He pushed another finger inside of me and began slowly pushing them in and out of me, curving them around when he pushed them deep in me- rubbing me in circular motions. I closed my eyes and let out a moan.
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