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*All characters are over 18*
It was 10 pm on a Friday night when I walked in home with the sexy blonde that was going to be today's fuck.
Usually, I tended to avoid bringing home the call girls and random women I picked up in bars to fuck, but tonight I knew nobody was going to be here and I could finally do what had been stuck in my head on a loop all week long. My wife, Jill, had an entire weekend shift at the the hospital she worked and my daughter, Riley, was having a sleepover at her best friend's house, so I had the perfect opportunity to screw this bimbo's brains out in my little girl's room.
Just thinking about it made my already rock-hard cock twitch and press tighter against the confines of my pants.
This wouldn't be the first time I'd had sex with someone who wasn't my wife. No, that had been happening long before we were even married. I'd always known I could never be faithful to a woman and I had no plans of ever getting married, but life fucked me over when the condom I used the first time I'd fucked Jill broke and she got pregnant. Both of our families and her - because she claimed she loved me - insisted we should get married, so we did. You know how these types of stories go.
For a while I tried to make my marriage with Jill work and tried to keep my dick in my pants, but quickly realised it was a waste of time. I always found myself attracted to other women and I wasn't able to fight the urge of going after them, so I stopped trying altogether. You can call me an asshole all you want, but really I don't give a single fuck.
Now, the only good thing that came from this whole thing with Jill was the birth of my baby girl. My Riley. My sweet girl. My little angel. The moment I held her in my arms for the first time it was love at first sight. I'd vowed then and there that Riley would be the only woman I'd never do anything to hurt and I'd love her with all my heart for as long as I lived.
I'd never expected my feelings for her to change from that of a father's toward his daughter, but they did. Six months ago, when Riley turned 18, I started noticing her in a different way. My gaze started lingering more and more on the curves of her small body. Her luscious tits, that were way too big for a girl of her age, made my mouth water and her round, juicy ass had me constantly fighting of the instinct of bending her over on the nearest available flat surface and driving my shaft so far up her pussy and ass she'd feel it all the way to her throat.
I couldn't even tell you the number of times I'd jerked off to thoughts of my 18 year old daughter riding me and sucking my dick like it was the best damn lollipop she'd ever had.
Even my taste in the women I fucked had changed. Before I couldn't care less if they were blondes, brunettes, or redheads, if they had big or small tits, if their bodies were firm but round and soft in all the places that mattered. Now, though, I only picked women who had similar features as my baby girl. Sick, I know, but again...I don't care.
For example, this young thing draped all over me right now as I lead as upstairs to my daughter's bedroom.
Trish - I think that was her name - was a short thing with soft wavy blonde hair that fell all the way down to her ass. Said ass was nice and round and jiggled as she walked. Her short black skirt clung to it like second skin and my hands itched with the need to put her over my knee and spank that delectable piece of meat. And then, of course, were her breaststroke. Not as big as Riley's, but they would do the trick.
"No lights," I said once we entered Riley's room and Trish was about flip the light switch on.