Im Mels Dad Ch 07 You Bind Us

SEVEN

'You Bind Us'

You are still asleep when I wake. Lying on your side, facing me.

I sit up, stroke your waist softly. I shift so that I am lying beside you with my face at your cunt.

I breathe onto your pussy, alternating hot open 'ahhhs' with cool pursed 'pfffuus'.

I reach out my tongue to tap gently along your slit. You press your cunt against my mouth and I wonder if you're awake now.

You relax and allow my mouth to play with you as I please, your moans increasing. And increasing my ardor.

You take my cock into your mouth and we proceed with mouths working on our sexes in a classic 69.

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I watch as you brush your hair (stiffening). I move to sit beside your vanity bench, behind you on the floor I take your mother's marvelous silver brush and take over. This is one of the most erotic things I can imagine. Brushing the long, flaxen hair, with gentleness learned through long practice. Knowing this, you sit straight and still, and moan your pleasure.

You watch in the mirror as you begin playing with the diamond beaded rings I put in your nipples a couple months ago. I had never thought of that before, never found piercings erotic. I have always liked the decorative appearance of pierced ear-ring, but didn't see anything sexual in them.

This has changed for me.

Every time I see those sparkle-flashes under your nipples, my eyes rivet to your tits.

I have loved your tits since they first erupted - before you realized you should be embarrassed. That was a brief time - the kids at school started making fun of you for blossoming before the other girls.

That was criminal in my opinion.

None of us should be ashamed of who we are, of our bodies, but especially, not you.

You raised the standard. No one who has ever lived surpasses you.

Yeah, OK, I'm your dad, but I've been looking at, seeking out the vision of beautiful women since before my dick sprouted hair.

I've beat off to every beautiful woman I could find photos of. Obviously, nudes, but even faces. Even hair.

And especially, women naked together and engaged.

But NEVER in all of that have I seen anyone to match you.

Well, maybe your mother, but...

Well, no, not even her.

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I'm sitting here on the floor, hard as fuck.

I stand to finish your hair (always start at the end, otherwise - tangles.) And watch you watch me watch you watch yourself as you idly toy with your tits with one hand and your pussy with the other.

Not headed anywhere, just relaxed and easy.

You notice my cock, stiff and lifted to about a forty-five degree angle with my abs. You turn your head away from my brushing and kiss the side of my cock.

You stand and rush quickly out of our room.

I follow you to your room at a walk.

"I gotta go, Dad. I'll be late for class."

I nod and watch as you grab top and skirt from your closet and rip them on. You stuff your feet into some fuzzy-brown mules and rush out the front door, grabbing your backpack on the way out.

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That evening, I'm sitting on the couch watching a video report on the James Webb. I'd found a long loop of JPL's animation showing a fly-through of the colorful gas clouds in far space.

Hypnotic.

I hear you come home and go immediately upstairs.

I figure you have business and continue watching the psychedelic patterns of the universe.

You come in and stand in front of me, blocking my view.

Well, actually improving my view by offering your perfect body, naked, to my eyes. Your hands are behind your back, you push your hips towards me, your cunt lips spread, oozing and shining.

I lick my lips. You smile.

"Dad, I want to try something. And I need you to let me do it."

"Anything you want, Sweet. You know I can deny you nothing."

You lay two hanks of rope on the couch, one on each side of my thighs.

I look down, turning my head to gaze at each bundle of cord.

You move forward to straddle my thighs and press your pussy against my face, smearing your juice on my face, nocking my nose with your slit and nuzzling in. I breathe through my mouth and know that the air gusting over your asshole, is warm on the way out, cool in the way in.

And the aroma is from heaven.

I reach out further with my long tongue, stretching to tap the tip against your anal ring.

You pull back and put your hand high on my chest, thumb and fingers at my throat. You stare into my eyes and I stare into yours.

We both smile endearingly.

You reach down and take up one of the hanks of rope and flick it open as you have seen me do so often.

You set your right foot beside my left thigh on our couch and tie a simple loop around your ankle then wrap the rope around your thigh where it joins your hip. You lead the rope between your ankle and your thigh and again circle your ankle. You continue this lashing up to your knee, at the level of my head and cap it with a double clove hitch.

I pant deeply while you sit, feet firmly planted outside my hips, knees high and your legs held tightly bent with your rope work.

You rock to the side, shifting my cock inside you, lift your left foot onto our couch and repeat the same artwork on your left leg.

You smile at me and roll your hips, grinding your pelvis and rotating on my cock.

I shake my head, still looking into your eyes.

I shake not as a negative, but in recognition of the wonder you unfold.

I feel you fiddling at my side, you lift my left hand and I feel you circle a loop of rope around my wrist. This is surprising as this is the first time you've taken this kind of controlling action. I recall you asking - and me promising - that you could do anything.

My cock rises and points up between your thighs.

My face no doubt expresses the questions I do not ask.

You switch hands and repeat the same thing, smiling even broader.

You lower your cunt to sheathe on my stiffened pillar and grip me firmly.

You pass both ends of rope under my thighs and pull the ends up behind you, then wrap them around your waist and pull tight. The ropes on my wrists pull my hands under me, trapped between our couch and my thighs.

You lift nearly off my cock to reeve the ends between my thighs and throw a wrap around each wrist. You wrap one end around the base of my cock and balls and the other just around my dick then you lower your cunt again until you fully seat on my cock. You snug everything up and finally carry the ends around my neck and tie them together.

You have joined us together nearly immobile.

You are not done with your surprises. As your clench and release your powerful cunt muscles, you produce a squash ball and press it behind my teeth.

With a thumb under my chin and fingers on my nose you squeeze tenderly.

And gently say, "Keep it in there, Dad."

I nod.

You resume your clutching on my cock and produce a wide velvet rope with a gold double-ring buckle. I tilt my head, curious.

You thread the end through the free end, making a loop and lift it above our heads.

I don't know about this. I am getting nervous.

You drape the loop over your head and leave it to hang around your neck. You lean down to kiss me, licking my lips, pressing hard and sucking on my lower lip - very sloppy wet.

You begin rocking through the quarter inch or so available with the way you have us tied and each movement pulls on the cords around my balls and cock.

I am fully embedded and hard as I can get - it feels like I grow a bit longer inside you.

You sit up straight, push out your tits over my head, your glittering diamond beads hang from your darkening pink nipples and you press your sopping tight pussy as far forward as you can, sheathing me to my maximum depth.

And then, with right hand firmly on my chest, pressing me down, you take the loose end of the belt in your left and pull tight.

You are strangling yourself with your mother's belt from her elegant velvet gown, which she wore to concerts and political dinners.

I am overwhelmed and have no discernible reaction, just sit and watch my amazing daughter do something totally unexpected, unpredicted, unbelievable.

Yet, there you are, pulling the soft belt tight, cutting off your breath.

I can not move, except to straighten my legs.

I press my heels into the floor lifting my pelvis up under you.

I can get no deeper, so I lift your shins off our couch and hold your full weight on my groin.

You wobble as you have no way to steady yourself except to press your hand down hard on my chest, shifting your weight forward and pinning me firmly to the couch back.

As your body attempts to struggle for breath, your cunt tightens on my cock and I feel a release of juices bathe my cock and leak out to wet my balls.

The noises you make do not sound like noises a strangled person would make, but more like the noises you make when your are gasping as you come. Except that with every exhale, you tight the belt, and there is a longer time before the next one - and it is more powerful, at a higher pitch and at a reduced volume.

You release the pressure and take a firmer grip, closer to the buckle and you retighten the noose.

I am overwhelmed as you repeat this reset several times.

Your cunt's grip intensifies. It feels like you are crushing me, pinching me, and the ropes around my dick prevent blood from escaping. I feel like I am ballooning inside you. I fear I may burst.

Your head circles and nods in all directions, your hair ballooning around your head, covering your face and lending a sense of a wild sun-gold wave breaking into surf around your head.

In a massive cascade, you come, thrashing within the limits of your self-imposed bondage, tearing at the root of my cock, and pulling the belt as far as you can, totally cutting off all air.

You writhe and arch back and collapse forward and bounce on my groin and writhe and...

you totally abandon your body to the throes of this asphyxiation. Your ecstasy astonishing to watch.

I feel the muscles strangling my cock suddenly relax and I fire a rapid series of short bursts into your pulsing, hot cunt.

You release the belt, lean down to kiss me, your tits straddling my neck, your arms wrapped around and hugging my head.

You are exhausted and rest your weight on me and lie without moving as your breath and heartbeat slowly return to normal.

I can do nothing tied as I am. I can not even soften within you because the cords you tied are not allowing blood to leave my tortured cock. Though the liquid softness inside you is a mitigating blessing.

To all appearances you have fallen asleep.

"Mel?"

You stir.

"Mel?"

"unngahh"

"Are you OK, Sweet?"

"mmm hmmm"

You nuzzle your cheek against my neck.

I relax, my head lying on the back of our couch, my throat open to your kisses, licks and sucking.

You start humming a tune I do not recognize, slow and deep. And you mark each bar with a firm grip and release of my cock. I feel a build up to another coming and, after many minutes, I shoot into you.

It doesn't feel like a massive deposit, only one or two spurts. Still, it is one of the most satisfying comes I can remember.

And I remember every come even coming close to this.

You sit up and begin untying us, your every move communicated to my tightly enveloped dick. I feel the beginnings of a building up to a re-shoot.

When you have unwound and released all but your tightly enforced bent legs, you lay down on me and stroke my sides and hair.

I stroke your sweat-glazed back and comb my fingers through your tangled hair.

I feel your relax into sleep and, hugging you to me, join you.