She was alone with Dad (Part I)
Hello, I'm Zaheel
Years ago, I've been part of the community but as a lurker. This is my first post. I write erotic stories years ago and now I'm motivating myself to publish. Sometimes I'll bring my own stories, friends', or fictional situations. But today I'll bring you a story about a very good dad, and a sweet virgin girl who wants to learn many new things with him.
The experience comes from a client who commissioned this fic and authorized me to upload it here as long as I changed some details that would reveal their identity.
They told me the details and I novelized them. Now I have the pleasure of sharing it with you.
(All characters in this story are 18 years old or older. The story is based on real events.)
I always knew my virginity was only of dad's.I was going to give it all away to him because I had never loved anyone else and because he had always been the man of my life. I never wanted to admit it, because this is wrong. It's.very wellWhat's wrong is that it's making me so hot. This started when I got back from the graduation trip last year. In my group of friends, I was the only virgin who had turned 18, and they all teased me. Only one of my friends, Mica, knew that my crush was my own father, and sometimes she would make some comment about it. So when I came home super hot, I started planning how to do it. How to convince my father, who has always been a very good and loving person, to let himself be corrupted by his own daughter. During the last few months, I had a first relationship with a classmate. At first, I was really into him, but honestly, it wasBoringestThis dude was blowing his nose, I would jump on top of him practically, and he never got angry. When we got back home, I understood it was destiny's doing, that the relationship wasn't meant to lead to anything sexual. We had a strong fight in Bariloche before starting the trip to Buenos Aires, and we broke up. Just seeing my dad fixing his car in the garage on the day we got back was enough for me to understand that only this man could take me as I deserve.
My parents had separated when I was very young, and unfortunately, I had to stay living with my mother. But he would come pick me up every weekend. I always had a very close relationship with dad. Everyone noticed the bond between us was much stronger than the one I had with my sisters, who were quite older than me. Noelia was 12 years older, and Juli was 9. I, Antonella, was the youngest, and dad always treated me like a 'girl'.PrincessNow I saw him as the guy he was. His name is Fernando, and he's a beautiful man. Well taken care of, with black hair to his shoulders with gray lines, and a thick beard. I know all the cuties around here want to fuck him, because Laura, his wife, tells me so. His daughter, the little slut, has him pretty well under control. Every time I think about her, my blood boils with hatred towards her.
Since I realized I liked men, I started liking older ones, and by the time all this happened, my dad was almost 50. I had already decided to give himthe best birthday giftWhat a father might desire.
I got off the bus with my suitcase, went into the garage that was open, like every afternoon when he spent fixing that motor. I approached him, and as I heard his footsteps, I closed the car hood and he turned around. My legs were trembling because it was so hot. Hi, Dad, I said. He turned around and grabbed a towel to wipe his hands, which were full of grease.
Hi, beautiful! he replied, smiling. I had been coming with a tremendous fever from Bariloche for hours, thinking about him.EdgingDuring almost the entire trip, I would rub my pussy against the fine fabric of my leggings when no one was looking at me. I had been on the verge of orgasm several times, but never reached it. Then, when he smiled and opened his arms like that to welcome me, I went crazy. I was wearing a bare torso, and thanks to the warmth of that late November, sweat was dripping down his chest. He wasn't very muscular, but he worked out, and you could tell.a lot of forceI'm not holding back, my body is what I have because I know my teammates are looking at it. I also train because I play volleyball - and by God, how I got excited thinking that he was watching me from the stands, with his eyes fixed on my booty, my tight shorts, and my breasts shaking with every jump. I always played better when my dad came to the games, and I would lean in more often than normal tostretchbut mainly so that he would look at me. I lived fantasizing about the idea of him getting hot with me, although I didn't know if that happened— I approached and lunged at him, wrapping my arms around him and lifting me off the floor.
He said “Anto, how much I miss you, my love!” and soon started to feel like it was pouring on me, ruining my leggings. When I planted a long and deep kiss on his cheek, I felt an urgent need to run to the bathroom, grab the first brush I found, and stick it all the way in. But no, I forced myself to calm down, because my virginity was For him.And I miss you, daddy...” I planted five or six of the most beautiful kisses I could on his cheekbone, like an innocent little girl. I was holding on tight, with his arms squeezing my low back. Instead of letting me fall, since I didn't want him to let go, I clung to his torso even harder. I wrapped my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist, hooking them onto his back. He almost stumbled, and ended up sitting on the car hood with me on top, clinging like an animal. I couldn't stop breathing deeply to feel the smell of man that he had every time he started working.GodUntil today, that sweaty body's aroma still drives me crazy. I wanted him to lower his hands and feel how firm my worked-over tiny ass was after years of routine and sports. I wanted him to kiss me on the mouth and bite my lips while his fingers slipped between my legs, but I had to let it go. If I was going to do this, I had to do it right. But it was hard because in this position, my pussy was pressed firmly against his groin, and surely not the case, but I could swear that with each passing second, I felt that cock getting harder, growing gradually.For God's sake, dad... tell me you're getting this way for me, because it's your little girl who makes your cock get so hard...I was thinking while I felt it growing. 'Haha, let's see, calm down, heart, almost fell...' he gave me a couple of slaps on the hip that sent electric shocks all over my body, they felt almost like spankings (And since I needed him to give me one or two...) But I listened, I got up.
'How was the trip?' I asked while recovering from the posture. 'Ugh, long and difficult' I replied. Without adding that it...difficultI was masturbating without putting my fingers under the leggings in a crowded bus. I had the window seat, but I had to wait for my friend Mica, who was traveling with me, to fall asleep. Not even then did I manage to cum. 'But I'm already here, you don't know'The desiresthat I had to arrive, grab the handle of my purse, and then he came close.
For you to help me with that. Come, Laura, I'll fix your room. Even calling her that way made me angry, but I was quite happy to be with him and seeing this spectacle of a man taking me to the room, so I didn't say anything. He knows how to interpret my silences, and he knows I hate it.
We entered the house, and started climbing the stairs while chatting. The leggings I was wearing were super fine and very tight, so I went up first, with him behind. Started moving my hips in a more exaggerated way, imagining his eyes on my dad's clamped on my Booty, following its movement, and getting excited with me. We arrived at my room. Opened it and the place was identical to how I had left it, but the bed had new sheets, and it was infernal hot. It was a very sunny afternoon, and they hadn't turned on the air in the room, it was an oven.
Ugh, it's so hot, why don't you look for the air conditioner? he said.
Leave it, nothing's wrong, I'm going to take a little nap, I can't sleep with the air on, this was true, technically, but I was exaggerating. I loved the heat, and I enjoyed being naked in these dates when the temperature started to rise.
Well, drink, he came closer and hugged me back. Almost let out a sigh when I felt those arms wrapping around me again. He whispered in my ear. Come eat later, and tell me how you were on your trip, okay?
Okay, thanks pa, he turned back to give me another kiss, and that took me to the limit, I had to do something. He gave a half-turn, but left the door open. I already had my hand between my legs while spying him going away and down the stairs. As soon as he disappeared, I closed the door and went in front of my mirror. The suffocating heat, the smell on my skin, the hours of touching myself on the way waiting for the moment to see him, couldn't take it anymore. Started undressing. I had a huge mirror that covered the entire wall, How the ones that were in the ballet study where Noelia used to give classes. First I lost my shirt, almost threw it away, but when I was taking it off I realized the smell I was sensing was his. I had held onto my dad like a monkey for so long that his sweat had soaked into my clothes, so I left the shirt on my bed. I was fed up with the bra, so I practically ripped it off, almost breaking the straps, letting my tits fall. They're not enormous, but they're firm, and with my nipples so stiff and sensitive, the slightest touch made me shiver. How nice it was to imagine him licking, sucking, and biting my nipples. A few days ago, rubbing myself against the bed frame when I was alone in the Bariloche hotel, I discovered I like a little pain. Now, with my torso bare in front of the mirror, I started caressing my breasts, imagining his hands on my body. I imagined my dad grabbing me from behind, squeezing my tits with his massive mechanic's hands, and then I squeezed them hard, pretending it was him. Then I took my nipples between my index and thumb, and started squeezing them a little, pulling and playing. My hands weren't that strong, so I had to squeeze hard. Pretending he was doing this to me was beautiful. I couldn't take it anymore, I leaned forward to untie my shoes, and ended up barefoot on the carpet. Going back up, I caressed my legs, inside the thigh, and rubbed my clitoris a little on the leggings, which were already wet.Super sensitiveafter doing edging all morning. I confirmed with my fingers what I was already feeling: I had all the clothes completely soaked. Never in my life had I been so excited. So I hooked the edge of my leggings and thong with my thumbs, and started to slowly take off my clothes, and ended up standing, looking at myself in front of the mirror, completely naked. I separated my legs, and saw how my thighs were shining. I had dripped all over. I passed a couple of fingers over my lips, and felt my clitoris. My whole skin was erect. Not thinking twice, I sat on my bed, back against the wall, looking at myself in the mirror. There, finally, after being hot and frustrated for hours, I started to really masturbate.
This time it wasn't subtle, I needed to finish all of it, but I knew there were people in the house, so I took my t-shirt, put it in my mouth like a gag, and breathed deeply through my nose at the sweat and work smell that my father had left impregnated on the fabric, which made me feel so successful that I knew I wouldn't delay reaching orgasm. With one hand holding the t-shirt to my face while inhaling deeply, and with the other, finally, I started touching my pussy.
I almost never did things like this, I accumulated heat to touch myself when I could, and always it was at the last minute. But this was being the best masturbation of my life. I started rubbing my clitoris with fury, with force, there was no need to take my time because I was desperate, my pussy was getting wetter and it was easy to slide my fingers in any direction, as long as it generated friction and let me come. I had to make a big effort not to put my fingers in. Never had I done something like this, still a virgin and pure, and that's how I wanted to get into bed with my dad. I kept playing.
In my fantasy, I was in the forest, between the trees. I was sitting against the trunk of the tree, feeling very desperate, when my dad appeared. Immediately he knelt down before me, angry at his daughter for Being such a slut, and he grabs my arm to pull me onto the grass. I kept touching myself, enjoying it more and more, while the fantasy continued to project itself in my brain like a porn movie. My dad lowers the zipper of his pants, releasing that piece of cock that I know he has - I haven't seen him naked, but you can tell it's a monster, must be 24 or 25 inches long. He presses me against the mud, and starts to take me.
I scream loudly in the woods, no one hears me, and if they did, I wouldn't care, because in my fantasy, everyone knows I'm my dad's slut, and he can take me whenever he wants, however he wants, in front of anyone. I imagine him grabbing my waist, immobilizing himself with his weight while burying his cock to the bottom. My fingers are getting faster and faster, killing me with pleasure, I can't hold back anymore, and the only thing that helps me muffle my moans is the shirt I'm wearing as a gag. But I know anyone who walks down the hallway will hear my muffled moans.
I see myself beautiful in the mirror, with my brown hair reaching to my tits, my eyes half-opened, and my rosy cheeks giving me the appearance of being the most slutty girl in the world. I love how bright my fingers look, the mess I'm making with my fluids on the freshly made bed, and when I realize it, I'm coming.
I'm breathing heavily into that delicious smell, my fantasy of the woods is so vivid that I can feel like my dad is filling me up with cum, and oh please, how yummy I'm coming!... My back arches and my legs start shaking so much they become straight and stiff, I close my eyes and let out a scream that can't be muffled with anything, while I come. Oh God, what a yummy way to come! My body falls to the side, and I crash against the pillows of my bed. I let myself relax, savoring the waves of pleasure running through my entire body.
ANTONELLA! The scream pulls me completely out of moment and it fills my heart with fear. I forgot to lock the door. My father is looking at me, with his eyes like plates and an expression of fury on his face. I was so concentrated on cum that I didn't hear the door open.
I feel terror running down my skin, even though I couldn't grasp the gravity of the situation. Part of me remains excited, and it told me to keep going, to make him play along, to touch him too. But my dad crosses his arms over his chest, looks at me severely, and says:What the hell are you doing?
END OF PART ONE.
Thanks for reading my story. I'll be publishing all the parts I wrote so far (which are 15), so stay tuned. I invite you to comment or send me a DM. See you soon!
4 comentários - Era sola de papá (Antonella - Parte I)
Tan bien descripto todo que no hizo más que recontra calentarme..
Espero la continuación