The Story Continues - Part II , 2011
She wanted him to tie her up. She wanted him make her do things. She wanted him to touch her against her will.
Linsey quivered to the thought of Him being her father. The man she'd dreamt about for so long. The man of her fantasies, feeling her, touching her, fondling and kneading her swollen hot breasts. The man coming up behind her, pressing his hard cock into her panty covered bottom. Him lifting her short little skirt, rubbing his thick pulsing cock between her bare soft inner thighs, touching, so hot on her skin.
She was made herself wet placing the image of her father, his face, his eyes, scent, his hands, his ... cock, to the imagined lover who would come to her room at night.
She wanted to wake up in the middle of the night to her father in her bed, Him against her back, Him lifting her leg, her panties pulled to one side, Him sliding his cock inside her pretending she was asleep. His big hands wrapped around her thigh, her moaning out in a soft sleepy whisper "Nnn, Daddy, you're, you're making me so creamy slippery warm, Papa."
He understood her. She was safe with him. The taboo turned her on. When her she would say "My incestuous lover" the mere words made her quiver and become slippery hot wet. She loved her father's growling voice, the way he vibrated through her. Their secret so, so delicious, her own father fucking her, his arms around her, his cock deep in her belly -- her little pussy gushed, slippery wet, that feeling again, wanting him inside her.
The men in her fantasies, who had touched her, fingered her on the beach in her bikini, who had fucked her; all unconscious surrogates for her father. Binding herself in his Lycra suit, the smell of his sweat permeating her senses while she fucked her fingers into her warm soft slippery pussy.
Last night, her suspended from the ceiling, how he found her there, so hot she could barely stand it, on the verge of cumming, needing to cum, the way he walked around her like a wild animal, how he slid his hard cock into her, how he fucked her so mercilessly, so passionately, how he just whispered "shhhhh" to her pleas. She gushed out a hot breath, her eyes closed, rolling back, just thinking about it. How he'd made love to her, her dangling tied to the ceiling where he'd found her, bursting into her room worried something was wrong, seeing he was hard; her predicament had made her father hard, and making him hard made her feel so sexy, so feminine, she wanted to make him hard every time they were in the same room with one another.
"My father's cock" she whispered into the dark of his bedroom " ... was in me" her breath shuddering "my father fucked me" her entire body shaking "I, I sucked him, I sucked my father's cock" strumming her clit "I sucked Daddy's cock" she gloated, smiling "my handsome, sexy father" rubbing herself, her legs squeezing around her hands, her fingers pressing into her hot little cunt so deliciously creamy satiny slick.
"Daddy sucked my nipples" she panted. "Daddy ..." she could barely breathe "slid his fingers ... into my panties, into me" she gushed "my father, ... fucked me" spreading her legs wide, plunging her fingers deep into her hot little cunt, her father asleep next to her.
In that slight stillness between breaths she felt her father's the bed jostle. She'd slipped in during the middle of the nigh. Sleeping in her own bed now seemed almost impossible. She opened her eyes.
Her father was moving. His hand was slowly moving. His hand, around his cock. His cock, hard and jutting up from his fist, his hips lifting, His breathing. Shaking, she just stared, holding her breath, her fingers flicking over her clit.
She imagined herself before now, sleeping in his bed, having slipped in during a storm, in her father's bed waking to find him jacking off. His big hand wrapped around the thickness of that beautiful cock that had been inside her, his huge cock so swollen and hard, so mesmerizing, its shape, its design, made to slide inside her, stretching her open. She remembered how he had kissed her. His little girl, his daughter laying against his side, watching him pull on his cock, her mouth hanging open, feeling things inside she'd not felt before.
She imagined herself reaching out and touching it, hot, hard, throbbing, wrapping her fingers around it for the first time, helping Daddy, his soft skin so hot on hers.
She remembered looking down at her father's cock sliding insider her freshly shaven pussy, so swollen, so on fire, the feeling of her father's big thick cock pushing inside her, his holding her up, her arms stretched up to the ceiling, pulled up to the ceiling, her being bound, unable to stop him, the fear she felt.
She watched him pull on his cock in the dark, the way his hand rolled over it, and swept back down; she could feel it inside her, spreading her open, fucking up inside her as her breathing deepened, her father, his sex, so deep inside her, quivering hot-hard in his little girl's cunny, swelling, cumming inside her, his cum hitting so deep inside her, exploding inside her as she came so explosively on her father's lovely cock, in his arms.
She was so hot for him, her breath gushed out in little bursts as she slid her finger inside herself.
She pictured sucking him. She loved the way his cock tasted. Having him in her mouth made her squirm and writhe in heat, his moans urging her on, her eagerly wanting to please him. She wanted to make him cum just so she could taste and swallow him. Sucking him off was the most powerful thing she'd ever done. His big cock in her mouth. Sucking off her father.
Her breasts were swollen with excitement. She couldn't help herself, she spread her legs, her knee touching his thigh, her nipples aching into the dark of the room, her little pussy on fire.
The thought of him hearing her, seeing her, watching her touch her slippery hot cunt, her fingers feather soft opening her swollen slit, her looking at that hugely hard thing in her father's fist, watching him pull on it at the same time, watching him rock his pelvis in time with her own made her shake with excitement.
She could feel him, smell his scent, feel his ruggedness, his power. His silence pulled her to him. She wanted, what she'd previously fantasized being taken from her.
He looked into her eyes through the soft light. Neither said a word. Sharing the same fantasy; watching the other masturbate.
He was looking at her hands on her breasts. She squeezed harder, her fingers sliding inside her, she pushed deeper. She squeezed her tits together making them mound, her nipples so hard they hurt, the bare soft light from the hall illuminating her puffy swollen nipples. She wanted her father to see her breasts.
His hand moved faster, their breathing between them, their shoulders touched, heat, warmth, a surge.
Linsey felt her skin break out in a sweat, and saw the sweat dripping from her father. The room wasn't hot, and they were both perspiring like a pair of candles melting each other, the silence of the room, of the moment, the world come to a stop.
They both simultaneously leaned toward the other, shoulders touching, inching closer, close enough to kiss, hot breaths, sounds of excited breathing, their arms bumping, their breathing faster, louder, hot on each other's faces.
Linsey felt her father lean toward her, and heard her fathers voice, so sexy, so soft and rumbling quiet in the ringing silence, she paused.
