I turned and walked back down the hallway to my bedroom, content in the knowledge that Daddy’s eyes were on me the whole way. When I got back to my bedroom, I quickly threw the wet towel into the hamper. I left the door slightly open. I needed a release, and I wanted for my own father to watch me give it to myself. 1 laid down on my back across the width of the bed. As I spread my legs, I smiled to myself. If Daddy happened to pass my room, there was no way that he wouldn’t see me spread eagle. I could only hope that he would.
I closed my eyes and began running my fingers up and down my wet slit. Remembering the feeling of Daddy’s hungry eyes on my body made my gentle touch electrifying. My hips began to involuntarily move in time with my finger as it parted my outer lips and began exploring my sensitive womanhood. What would he have done if I had just dropped the towel as I stood against the wall in the living room? If I had just given up on the games and confidently strode across the room towards him naked. Would he have stopped me from climbing on his lap? I moaned quietly as I began to press a finger into my hole. How amazing it would have felt to ride Daddy right there in the living room where
he raised me.
I spent some time with my eyes closed, slowly pushing my
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finger in and out of my pussy. Caught up in the feeling of my inner walls gripping my finger I soon lost track of time. The only things on my mind were the wonderful feeling of my impending orgasm, and imagining what it would feel like to have my tight pussy gripping at Daddy’s cock instead of my finger. A barely audible gasp shook me from those fantasies though. For a split
second, I froze.
A voice in the back was telling me to cover myself up. It was
shaming me for being so deliberately sinful with regards to my Daddy. It had been for some time, but I had managed to ignore
myself up and be embarrassed, but I would do no such thing. I
went back to fucking my finger. I felt my entire body flush and
resisted the urge to open my eyes. I knew he was there in the doorway, standing and watching. I didn’t want him to begin listening to the same shaming voice that was likely in his head
though so I pretended not to notice him.
I inserted a second finger and began to more furiously buck my
hips against my hand. I wasn’t just pleasuring myself now. I was
putting on a show. I quietly whimpered and moaned as I felt my
release coming closer and closer. I couldn’t resist not seeing him anymore. I opened my eyes slightly so he wouldn’t realize that I was looking. What I saw nearly drew a gasp out of me that would have wholly given me up.
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Daddy stood in the ajar door, his hand pushed into his unbuttoned and unzipped shorts. His face was pure lust, and his eyes never wandered away from the finger fucking that was on full display to him. Knowing that he was watching me pleasure myself was one thing, but knowing that Daddy was touching himself to the sight of my pussy was too much. I lost all control as my muscles began to spasm around my quickly
moving fingers.
My eyes shot wide, and my back arched.
“Oh, fuck Daddy,” I wailed. “Fill me with your cum.”
I don’t know what I expected from him. My ragged breathing
filled the room as seconds stretched out into eternity. Perhaps it
was because he had been left with no release for so long, or
maybe he had fantasized about me over the years just as I had
fantasized about him. But when his eye’s left my most intimate
area and met with mine, I saw the beginnings of the last thing
that I had expected that I would be doing on this Sunday
morning.
His eyes didn’t leave mine, as he dropped his pants to the
ground with his boxers. He continued to watch me even as my
vision dropped to his engorged cock. Daddy had an even more fantastic cock than I could have imagined. I had been with a few
guys over the years, but none of them were as well equipped as
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my Dad. His cock head glistened with precum as he
nonchalantly continued stroking it in front of me.
“Is that what you want, Princess?” he asked. “You want Daddy to
fill you up with his cum?”
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.