Double award! as the meme says haha I'm not just leaving you with this night's chapter final of my Sister's Onlyfans, but also the 3rd chapter of Papi's Desire. I hope they enjoy it, if asked, in this chapter IT GETS HOT.
Although I had planned to upload shorter chapters, it was so long since I wasn't that this one has a longer duration to compensate.
The muse of this story is Akemy Sama (Brazilian instagramer and twitcher). As I always say, if you like, comment, rate, whatever, what I like most is when they opine, thus whether the story is to their liking.
Norberto used to say that you don't know cruelty in children until you're a father. He still remembered how his middle daughter Carla suffered from school bullying from several fronts, both from boys and girls for several years and both were severe cases. The man had a very fresh memory of being at home enjoying his well-deserved Seasons on EarthThis is how I used to call my time off-duty from the naval service) with a Coke with ice in hand, a sports program on TV when Paula would arrive with the girls... and Carla seemed to be arriving more devastated each time.Uuuh…'What happened to love? - I ask worriedly.
- Those guys from hell are still calling her names, those rich jerks... - Although Iorio had not yet popularized that expression, his wife Paula, loaded with backpacks and jackets, predicted it well. Carla, with a face like an ass, avoided greeting her father and ran out of her room, slamming the door shut violently.
- Again? - She huffed, leaving the glass on the backrest of the armchair with force. - Can't you defend her, Jimena?IIs your younger sister! - Yeah, almost never see each other! – She excused herself without giving it much importance, throwing her backpack on the living room sofa. – I ran into her in recess and that sometimes...- I explain with a certain coldness. - Besides, it's worse if I'm behind her like a babysitter, you don't know how those annoying ones are, nothing works except facing them or ignoring them.
- If I were with you and your friends who are older, they would respect her more and wouldn't mess with her. – The man thought with the logic of old times.
- It doesn't work that way, dad. I can be with her for a bit in recess, I can't always be behind her.
- You're the one who has to do something, Norberto, leave Jime alone, she already has too much with studies. – The woman snapped back, fed up with the whole situation. – See if you put your pants on and make her talk, even though it's hard.
Norberto preferred not to add fuel to the fire by responding to this attack on his manhood and limited himself to grumbling, got up, and went upstairs to talk to Carla. After knocking and not getting a response, he was forced to use his patriarchal credentials and enter anyway.
- I didn't say it's okay...!OhYou are you, I thought you were Mom or Jim.
- Permission, Carlita. - He whispered cautiously, moving like a Navy SEAL between an enemy camp.
- Don't call me that! - She said, rolling over with a plush toy from some unknown cartoon character, only sure it wasn't a Hanna Barbera character. - I'm rotten to be called that...
- You're Carla and you'll always be my Carlita to me.
- You don't understand anything, that's why. You don't watch the crappy program where they play that song.
The man took a few seconds to think about his next move while looking at her, his daughter was at an age where she analyzed even the slightest movements and words of hers like the Predator in search of weak points with his X-ray vision. A mistake at her age could be fatal and land him in the tired box of paternal failures.
Roberto looked at her carefully, she was lying face down, clinging to her pillow, sunk against it as if trying to suffocate her in a mortal embrace. She had taken off her slippers, throwing them with force against his desk and wardrobe. One foot was wearing socks while the other wasn't, and he was shaking that one until the man caught it and started giving her gentle massages.
- Are you still bothered by that Videomatch song? - He intuited his father sitting on his daughter's bed, running his dark hair trying to console her. Although she wasn't crying, she looked more than frustrated and stressed with the situation, which had already become too recurrent.
- What do you think?
It wasn't the best time to be called Carla. On the humor and hidden cameras program Videomatch, the Cordovan comedian Yayo had popularized a series of ultra-obscene songs, one of which was about a certain Carlita. To put it mildly, very mildly, the Carlita in the song gave herself all sorts of sexual liberties for money and pleasure.
Roberto lay down beside her, almost on top of her. Carla was the only one who still... allowed those fraternal freedoms without opposing fierce resistance, the only one that didn't reuse from their physical contact, of their mimics, maybe if Paula or her older sister had entered, she would have thrown a shoe instead of an inoffensive plush toy. He even received him in his lair at his worst moment.
- Do you know that your aunt Samantha went through the same thing? A stupid song got popular that said something like Samanta, she's been holding out all night...- He told her from behind, trying to cheer her up with the anecdote. – Uncle Víctor taught Jimena that song when she was little so she could sing it, because it's just so annoying, honestly, kids have a sixth sense for learning things they don't understand... the thing is, without knowing what it meant, she would pass it singing it to herself ¿Do you know how your cousin Samy took it?
- How? – I asked, pulling my head out of the pillow with interest.
- She was laughing her ass off, love, it's a silly phase like everything else, that song went out of style and neither Samantha remembers, they used to call me Calculín because grandma would cut my hair in the middle and that character went out of style, The Obrero Quartet will also go out of style, Videomatch will go out of style, those monkeys you have as friends will also be left behind, everything stays behind and is overcome, don't give them more importance than they deserve, my love.
-JijiMondays, yes they're some monkeys, are really annoying. – He agreed, changing his mood little by little. – Besides all repetitive, tremendous donkeys, not even capable of passing the year.
- That's why! Don't give them any slack, love. – He expressed about her, making himself worthy of the motto that read on his favorite mugFor the best dad in the worldwhen I see you change your mood. – Concentrate on what will always accompany you, in your tastes, in your studies, in those who love me like I do…
Carla turned and gave him a lovely smile.
Although at that moment, in that context, there was nothing more than a romantic relationship between a father and a daughter, the ominous signs of adulthood were already beginning to loom when Carlita turned, leaving her face very close to her father's, without bothering or disturbing her such proximity.
- Will you love me even if I have a goblin face?
- You will always be the most beautiful for Daddy. Always. - And with a supremely affectionate gesture, he touched the tip of her nose with his index finger and said If you're always going to be Papi's little goblin.Ghost face had been the first poisonous nickname that those sheep had given him and Gustavo had transformed it into a loving, intimate gesture of theirs that had functioned to neutralize the negative effect of the term.
- Same dad isn't going to let things be like this, I'm going to go talk to the director, your teacher, if I have to meet with those guys' parents I'll do it. They're not going to get away with it and if I have to rally the squad to intimidate them I will.
- Thanks, dad. – Expressing all his gratitude by turning around and giving him a moving, worthy-of-the-most-cheesy-advertisements-for-mattresses-or-insurance-or-road-safety abrazo, his father enveloped her in his arms and took advantage of how loving she was to give her his typical squeezes and tickles under the sweater that parents do and which become scarcer and more valuable over the years.Hahahaparaparaaaaá,ThereDaddy... – She resisted without resisting, Norberto already had her marked down. She twisted, complained and turned red like a tomato without taking it away, almost in a non-violent resistance à la Mahatma Gandhi.
If Jimena was treated the same way, she would already be able to apply a perimeter. Carlita, on the other hand, let herself go, laughed her head off and returned the pinches and teasing, ending up as hot and disheveled as she was, with her clothes all torn and agitated from the laughter.
- Are they still calling you goblin-faced? – He asked before leaving the room, agitated and pleased with the result of the conversation and his games.
- Sometimes, now it's in fashion to sing me the song...Oh my sweet Carlita, blow the rubber like a crazy one...Yes, yes, I know her love. Well, before you used to get very upset about that nickname and now it's in the past, I'm telling you this to show my point that you'll overcome like you overcome everything.
Before the man left the room, Carla sprang up as if propelled by a spring, as if she were being moved by a frantic puppeteer, the young girl jumped towards her dad's body and clinging to him, planted a juicy kiss on his lips. It wasn't the first, they knew it wouldn't be the last, although it was the most secret and longest-lasting of all those given previously.Um... do you know that's not right, a little doesn't hurt, just a couple of seconds don't. – As she defended herself without defending herself, he challenged her without challenging her back. They were match for match. – Besides, mom doesn't like peaks.
– Mom doesn't have to find out. – She said disinterestedly, even redder than before and satisfied with her actions. – I'm going to do my homework, then I'll go eat.
Years passed, many years and each of those was noticeable on Carla's contoured body, Carlita. Norberto saw her at the gym and wondered what had become of the lives of those bullies who used to call herGhostly faceAnd what would they think now if they saw Carlita's sculptural body and the style she flaunted from her hairdo to the tips of her feet. There were so many minutes dedicated to her self-absorption that sometimes she forgot she should pretend otherwise because they were at the gym. AlthoughThe CenturionIt was an individualistic gym, with large windows and totally mirrored so that people could see each other training (and be seen training) all the time, those where most people didn't seek dialogue or socialize, but train stimulated by their earbuds (or ambient music, although it was disgusting), people started to notice that the relationship between father and daughter they had wasn't entirely normal. A group of gymbroshe was watching them out of the corner of his eye, Tony, the muscular and attractive instructor, acted as if he were reading hisMuscle & Fitnesshe was lifting his gaze over the magazine to see his father follow with meticulousness the perilous seat exercises of his daughter.
- You're lifting more than last week's. – He commented following closely behind his daughter's body from behind, imitating the exercise movements that Carla executed, pushing so much butt out that her leggings seemed like they were going to burst, shoving her father towards the mirrors. - How many do you have on each side? 35?
- You know it, pa...MmmfhDon't talk to me until I'm done... I added more because I have to get to 6.
Carlita's body had perfect muscular contours, far from being an exaggeration, and also far from going unnoticed. Without a doubt what stood out most was her rear end. Norberto didn't know when his daughter turned into a true black widow, pure ass.
- It's almost there, come on, 2 more, don't worry I'm still following you. – He said almost glued to her muscular back, splattered with drops of hot sweat. Although he thought he didn't need it to get there, he was wrong.Uggghhh... Oof!– The bar made ClankWhen Carla finished and put her in a stop, however, half of her body seemed not to respond due to exhaustion and the bar instead of reaching the position of the other stop, began to move away.
The firm hand of her father took the steel and as if it didn't weigh anything, helped her put her in the stop. Despite not being in top shape, despite not having an enviable body like the rest of the clients at Centurión, he was a man when it came to protecting his favorite daughter, always finding the strength to follow her through exercises.
- Carlita, you need to help yourself with the twins and hook them up on both stops at once, pulling yourself back. Don't want to adjust one side then the other.-UuuuufThat was close, very close. – Carlita expressed, sighing agitatedly, with her knees trembling from bringing them to the limit, trying to stretch to absorb all the lactic acid without caring that with each flexion her voluminous ass seemed to want to burst out of the leggings like a fruit emerging from the earth. To make matters worse, it always pointed at some lucky guy in the gym and every time they were less discreet for him to see. – And you're right, I have to correct that habit of adjusting her from left to right... – It was definitely a foul. – Added his father while helping her dismount the bar under the attentive gaze of all the gymbroswho envied their status.How things turned out for him, they wouldn't even give him a goblin face or sing mocking songs anymore... now they want to devour her whole.Carla looked to the side and ran her hand over the body of her progenitor from top to bottom. It was incredible what he did for her. He would take her and bring her back to the gym, follow her through difficult exercises, wait for her routine to finish, even though his own had ended minutes ago. To make matters worse, his body, lethargic from excesses and easy life, began to resemble that of a warrior lion, a body of an active protector of his offspring, and this turned Carla on like a spark.
- Thanks, old man, I couldn't take it anymore, if you weren't here I would have collapsed with the barbell and all. – She said exhausted after stretching, her legs trembling like dry leaves and sweat running down her forehead as she took the courage to use her nose as a trampoline. Her father didn't give her an inch of modesty, began to wipe her forehead and neck without caring if they could see them... that they were seeing. – Come on, relax a bit, I'll be done in a few minutes, have patience.
- Yeah, yeah, I know, it's just that I can't wait... I don't see the hour when you finish. - She whispered licking her lips like a dog waiting for a reward after executing a trick.
- I need to recover protein... – She responded as soon as she could, putting her ear to his mouth, her face red with emotion, although it wasn't as red as those who were bursting with envy.
Tony took pity on Carla's condition and gave her dead weight with little weight and many repetitions to stretch her muscles, and after some exercises over the ball, he freed her from the night shift, which was getting more crowded every time.
That night, like almost all nights when they shared the night shift at the gym, Norberto had finished his routine of beginners before his demanding volume routine with his daughter. Now he waited anxiously for the best moment of the night, when they would say goodbye to instructor Tony as father and daughter, and in the car, sheltered by darkness on some point during the return trip, they would find a nocturnal refuge to release themselves from the masks. They got into the car, Norberto put on soft music and sooner than later they delved into the bohemian night, where everything was lights, movement, where it was hard to find a dark refuge where you could stop the world to start spinning their own. - Don't take turns, let's go to the usual place. – Said Carla, smiling, observing her reflection in the glass. - We should find another one, it's dangerous to always do the same thing. – Said something worried about his heart health. His heart was beating as much as the first time, when he received the mysterious gift from his daughter. That invaluable note was worth a wish and Norberto exchanged it for fantasy. - Those are your paranoid thoughts that come from being military, nothing's really happening. – Said something. - You're right. It wasn't very far from Carla's shared residence with her two sisters, Jimena and Cintia. It was on a dark street like a wolf's mouth in front of an unfinished construction site and a massive red beech tree whose canopy blocked out the starlight. That's where the driver stopped, just like every time they trained together, and after turning off all the car lights, even the stereo ones, they started other engines. The man took his daughter by the neck and began to eat her mouth, the old school rules dictated that everything started with a kiss and Carla found it exhilarating. She loved that mouth that gave her goodnight kisses and helped blow out the candles on her first birthdays now, it would dig deep into hers like she didn't know it, like she recognized it, regardless of the number of kisses she had accumulated, the factor of kinship injected an incombustible morbo that made the kisses incombustible. Norberto's tongue massaged his daughter's tongue inside her mouth, every now and then her lips would release a bubble that left her soaked with saliva. Carla instead of being intimidated, slid her tongue like a marine snake into a foreign den and shared her saliva with her father, moving it towards every possible buccal recess. Their arms embraced each other, caressed the bodies without caring that they were recently trained, with sore muscles and bathed in pheromones and effort perfume.
The breathing was agitated as the intensity of the kiss increased. They wrapped their tongues against the mouths until they breathed each other's air. It seemed like a lie that that forbidden game had linked them so quickly. Since that miraculous gift from Father's Day that germinated the most prohibited fruit, they couldn't imagine a life without that secret rubbing so immoral, dangerous and blasphemous.
Everything had been distorted, from gazes to acts, thoughts, memories... now what was a simple memory of father and daughter, like Carlita giving him a blow job or him consoling her after a difficult school day could be interpreted as a penal precedent, the prequel to the cursed movie, the short film that could well be titled The origin of perversionoAntecedents of passion.- MmmmPapi, yes, yes, kiss me more... - Carlita Jade when her pussy gave her lips a break from all the saliva to kiss his neck side by side, getting drunk on his perfume and skin temperature.Quack, quack, quack...You could hear him while filling his neck with deep and sonorous kisses. Those loving kisses, almost innocent, were being screamed by the hands, which, lifting the voice of lust, began to caress each other mutually in a place where a father and daughter should not touch.
Carla's hand started to rub her father's thick cock under his pants, so loved by her, so revered by her lips, feeling it grow like an ancient God emerging from the depths of his valley of flesh. He, on the other side, did not stop filling her muscular back with grooves, his fingers plowed its surface leaving marks all over, even her stomach, palpating her breasts over the fitted gym top, handling them more than a indecisive vegetable vendor.
Soon she felt an unbeatable hardness under his pants and began to discover it. She didn't need light to find such a treasure, feeling by touch as if the vein pulsed with its own force, as if the large and perfect head had emerged like a divine tuber from her pot. Before letting his daughter descend to offer her manhood, Gustavo gave her a new tongue kiss, deep, coarse, wet, and loud. His tongue splashed inside her mouth stirring the mixture until it no longer tasted like a foreign mouth, the exchange of fluids had been so massive that everything in her interior was defiled by her man's mouth.
- MmmmPapi, I love your kisses, you still kiss like an inexperienced little boy, leaving me all wet. – She whispered, licking her lips with threads of saliva falling from her chin. – And not just the mouth...
Papi would kiss you for hours without stopping, unless he wants to use it for something else... - He said running his thumb over his lips, feeling their ardent humidity. Carlita finished discovering her father's cock by pulling out its eggs to let them breathe and leaned in to suck it, finally.
It was a sensation as unbeatable as it always was, although Carlita had become condescendingly good. Starting from the glans, embracing it with her lips, letting a stream of saliva flow down while accompanying the descent with a strong lip hug.OoohGod, my love, how you like daddy's cock,ooh, ooh, oooh. – She moaned softly and measuredly for her, just as she liked it, while Carlita's mouth formed a perfect ring that traveled from the glans to the base of the shaft, again and again, without stopping, leaving all its saliva mixture during the journey. From one second to another, the smell of plastic and the car upholstery sang the retreat before the narcotic stench of sweat, saliva, and cock, which seemed not to bother Carlita. Norberto took her by her cut hair and made her bob up and down faster, deeper, always until her nose hit his lower belly. Her girl didn't flinch when she was dominated, nor even when she kept her ensnared in her cock, with her mouth all the way to the bottom of her hot cavity, with the glans between the taste buds and the bell.Slllurp, slllurp, slllurp, chunk, slllurp, slllurp...He was sucking on Carlita while being impaled by the meat lance. Until her daddy slowly pulled it out, taking hold of her hair... - That's...uuuh, uuuhGood girl, she's behaving so well. - I congratulate her while rubbing the tip of my cock against her lips.
- Am I a good girl, daddy? - She asked in a Lolita tone, a tone that would scandalize more than one for how well it was achieved.
- The best of all, now make daddy do what he likes so much, an inverted waterfall.
Inverted waterfall called one of Carla's most recent oral tricks, perhaps one of the most impudent since it reflected both their obsession with saliva. Whether she had learned it from porn or pulled it out of her vast imagination was a mystery.
- Wait until I charge up a bit more... here comes the waterfall. - She expressed by building up a large salivary spit and then letting it fall like a waterfall over the glans, however, as the name of thetechniqueindicated, he hurried to swallow his saliva with force so that the drool would return to his mouth.Slllur.- Uuuhh, uuuh, ah,What tasty God... - Jadeó when he did it again, although the mixture was thickening every time.
Norberto couldn't contain himself and turned on the ceiling light of the car to see the show, despite the danger that came with it... anyone who passed could see a man reclined in the front seat, with his cock stiff like a poisoned dog's leg and a female head coming down to taste it. Just as the man risked it, it was a sublime spectacle worth seeing, watching her eyes release that thick white stream of saliva just before it ran all over her body, doing so about four times until she showed him the contents of her mouth and swallowed it without making a single gag.
Unable to contain himself, with such a load in his mouth, he made her nod by pushing her head from the back of the neck with one hand and from the head with the other, at a speed that had nothing to envy about any high-budget porn. For several minutes, I manipulated my daughter's neck without mercy, forgetting about any cervical health concerns for my daughter (who was sitting in the passenger seat, rotating her body like a worm), although she didn't offer any resistance.
- Carlita, my love... God, papi can't take it anymore. - He showed himself confessed, almost coming with the cyclopean snake almost spitting out cum in droplets, not because of lack of control but because he was trained that way; in previous encounters at that time, he had already unloaded. To make matters worse, as always happened, he went to suck her balls, making loud popping sounds while sucking and releasing them (something like)“Pha, pha, pha”) also filled them with kisses and deep licks that removed layers of stuck salt from the scrotum without causing her any discomfort.
- What are you waiting for? Give me your protein papi, like you always do. - She demanded, passing her whole tongue from the union of the balls to the trunk, around it, tapping it, concentrating on licking the small orifice through which all kinds of fluids escaped. - We're not here for regrets, don't go back to those compartments...
- I'm not talking about that, of course it's not your fault, pussy will always make you cum, like it was all our lives, it's just that... - And to illustrate her point, she looked at me with her eyes, then ran her hand over my body, passing through my breasts until she gave a lascivious little gasp and put her open hand on my monumental ass. - Papi can't hold back and wants more... I'm dying of desire to give you all the love I've shown you these days.
- Really? - She expressed, blushing, although her mouth was already somewhat reddened from sucking cock. - I'm being sincere, I thought this was your limit, not that I didn't want something more, it's just that I thought we were fine and would be for a long time, ejem. - She expressed, clearing her throat, which was slightly hoarse from the deepest moments of fellatio. - It's not like it's just a mouth and think this is enough, it's because given our... - Lazo. Bloody tie. - My father completed.
- Yes, I understand, it's not enough, no longer. - She expressed in a telenovela tone. - Even I thought that at first this was more than enough, because you're so good, because you look so beautiful when you suck. - She expressed, passing her finger over my jawbone in a gesture between dominant and tender.
- I'll let Jime know that I won't make it, we'll go to your house. - Carla proposed.
- Are you going to tell him you're with a friend? - Ernesto elaborated.
- What friend if not me? No, I'm going to... Say I met someone at the gym, not today but later on. So tell her I'll be late and don't wait too long for me, that snobby one thinks she's mom.
- That's exactly what worries me about Paula. I don't know love, maybe we should plan something better for later on. It's all very suspicious already. - The man worried and with reason. When he was in the service, he had heard a superior say that when you're a thief, every shadow looks like the commissioner's.
- Are you worried about danger now? - He said, grasping his trunk and stretching out with the other arm to turn off the light. - Don't back down so many squares, papi, today we have to advance.
That night new things would happen in their forbidden relationship and that dark blowjob, facing the construction site wouldn't be one of them. Carla continued almost by compromise, Norberto agreed, although they didn't say it, they had to finish that passionate snack before the main course of the night, when the father would lower himself to the blessed position of spoiling his favorite brat in many different ways... and that would be the preview.
The final stretch was assisted by Carlita's strong and sweaty hand, which she masturbated while holding the glans between her lips in the cage of her mouth, until in a deep and prolonged sigh, like a lament, the man lifted his hips and released his ambrosial milk into her mouth, filling it with fruits of men.
Carla didn't waste a single drop, sucking so hard she almost pulled it out to the outside, as they used to say.All inside, nothing outside.Norberto had never known anything like that before, neither in his most exotic trips to Thailand and other Southeast Asian countries, nor the most daring fellatio sessions were as permissive and that's what they received a significant amount of money for their services.Oooh, ooohHey, it's so nice to fill your tummy with cum. – She said, adjusting her tousled hair that, although short, pointed in erratic directions like cartoon characters still looked at. Once she had the bangs pointing to one side like a meticulous father, he considered the act finished.
- I already told Mom and she gave me the okay as always, I told her I'd explain everything later with a wink at the end, she said be careful jeje. – She explained, adjusting herself in her seat and crossing the safety belt between her breasts, dotted with sweat drops that seemed like morning dew.
- And what about Jime? – Asked, starting the silent motors and initiating his transgressive march through the city.
- Nothing, he's probably chewing on a grudge but since he doesn't have proof or cut or pinches. – She said.
- How does that young lady take care of herself.
Carla drew a complicit smile when her father called her eldest daughter young lady.Get out of my balls, it could get into its business, leave us alone, but no, it's like a bloodhound following the trail, gives me the creeps. The man nodded. More soon than late they were at his house. They entered quickly like two newlyweds to the honeymoon suite. They turned back to kiss each other, the man didn't care that she smelled bad in the least. It was an avalanche of caresses, kisses and moans, like two animals in heat not knowing each other completely. Despite having already released his cock, the man's cock was waking up feeling the impending olfactory fuck. - Wait, wait little fairy, I want to get comfortable, give me a few minutes. – He asked wanting to keep some distance. - No, no, no, I want you like this, all tangled, all hot and sweaty mmm stay like that. – The woman demanded biting his neck and rubbing against him. - Let me get comfortable, nothing more, I want to wear my bathrobe, wait for me in the room a few minutes heart... - He insisted and Carla gave in, although not very willingly. - It's okay, only because I love seeing you in your bathrobe like a sugar daddy, nothing more, it's worth being beautiful. - You're going to get wet just by touching her. - Of course Norberto wasn't going to wait, he was taking off his training clothes and dressing up as a lover with his favorite bathrobe, the most comfortable and dazzling one, worthy of Hugh Hefner or any old-fashioned rich bachelor. - You know that traveling around the world always allowed me to know the best, this is one of the finest in my collection. – He communicated from the bathroom. – If you want, put something on the stereo, not too loud or silly. – This was how he called modern music, which caused him absolute repugnance and could put his fallopian tube into a deep sleep. - However, despite everything seeming to go smoothly, fate had more outrageous plans and thought of putting them to the test. The doorbell rang. Norberto had to kill the surprise by coming out of the bathroom in his new bathrobe with Carlita Waiting seated on the enormous and luxurious bed with a caoba headboard in an oriental style. Her father made a silent gesture with one hand and indicated with the other that she should wait. The girl, who had a sixth sense for anticipating danger, hurried to hide under the bed and stretched out the sheets a bit to make them serve as a curtain.
- What a disgusting mother, it's her! She cursed while seeing her father talking far away with the electric doorkeeper and him finishing by pressing the button. - It's Jimena, she must want to get rid of the ass... because no one is looking for a guy for her and leaves me alone.
In fact, it was Jimena. From her position, Carla could only hear and feel rapid footsteps. To make matters worse, her butt was so stiff that it cost her to enter her hiding place and she had to remain motionless or risk making some slight creaking noise.
- And? Where is she? Where is Carla? – She entered as if she were the owner of the place and Carla almost turned into the Incredible Hulk from fury. Not only did she make life impossible for her, not only did she think she was Detective Conan with her detective deductions, but she also entered her father's house as if it were hers, proud and haughty like a politician's daughter.
- This slut is not my sister. – Carla whispered furiously.
- Hi Jime, how are you? What can I offer you? – Her father tried to put on a cool face, pretending he hadn't noticed that she entered with more fury than a police raid.
- Don't be an idiot, I know you two have something... God, they're so obvious, and they take me for a fool.
- First, lower your tone because I'm your father, second, Carla isn't here, she left with a friend from the gym, and third, don't think that she and I have that kind of...
- Who is she going to leave with?! If she never was with anyone or liked anyone, didn't have friends, you know that! – Although Carla couldn't see them, it was more than sure that she was pounding her father's chest. father with his arrogant index finger. - That's why you take advantage of it, like always low self-esteem gives you some kisses says some nonsense and buys it for you old green. Norberto, for surprises of both rivers. - I enjoy the movies you make, as it shows that so much porn has atrophied your headHeWhy do you say that?HeWhat are you making fun of my condition for?! You're a sore loser! Bad father! Carla couldn't help but whisper a dangerous secret.What?I didn't understand what he was referring to with hisConditionNever believed that things could turn out so upside down like this so quickly outside of events such as traffic accidents. To make matters worse, the danger of being discovered was still latent, Jimena was walking around the house, strolling like the queen of the place, opening doors, spying under the table or looking out at the patio from the windows. You could hear her running around the house frantically with her father behind her, trying to keep calm, bringing out his military training as if he were resisting an interrogation.
- Jimena, I told you not to disrespect me, and besides, I wasn't referring to... your condition.
- Your condition? Tell it like it's hot, old man, I'm a ninfómana and you know it! Well, you know it, old greenie... and you're taking me for a fool, if you're already dressed thinking you're Rocco Siffredi, that fool must be around here... Come on out, crazy girl! I'll denounce you if I catch you! And you too, sore one!
Carla almost reset her Windows. She didn't know Jimena was a ninfómana or that her father was aware of it. How did he find out? Did they diagnose this? Did they... before?
- Listen to me, I don't have to put up with these headaches in my own house, I don't have to put up with your insults towards me, towards your sister, and on top of that, I just came from training, so if you'll excuse me...
- Yes, yes, I'm sure you stink like the old pig you are. - Making a sniffing gesture emphatically, as when someone knows an invited guest has left a mess and tries to figure out who it was.
- Well, in case you didn't notice, I was relaxing, going to put on some music, put something on the iron so it cooks while I take a bath, so if you excuse me, you could go...
- Bath, that's it. - Decidedly interrupting his father and walking perilously, very perilously towards the bathroom. Carla saw from below her sister's feet stepping firmly towards the bathroom... at least the light of the same. She was lit, which supported her alibi, but everything would end if she decided to jump onto the floor and look under the bed. She was standing in front of the doors of a huge scandal, knowing that her sister was hiding under the bed with her father in his bathrobe, and it would be over for their relationship if she found them.
The shower curtain in the bathroom was heard rushing open violently.
- Stop, stop, you're going to tear it, it's an expensive curtain, I bought it from...
- Suck my balls. - She replied with a haughtiness that made Carla want to bite her tongue and not go crazy and kick her ass.
She could do it, even though she was younger and in better physical condition, but she was holding back. Her sister was now facing her, opening the closet and running through many shirts and jackets, making the hooks on the hangers clang with each swing.
- Listen to me! Now you're going to listen to me!
Carla saw both pairs of feet facing each other, Jimena's feet in leather boots and her father's bare feet. She didn't want to confirm it, but it seemed like Norberto had her sister by the shoulders.
- You come into my house, make a mess, say nasty things about your sister, I have to put up with your stories, your complaints, and on top of that you think you can turn my house upside down! Get out, because nobody called you or owes you anything!
A difficult-to-decipher silence followed. It was rare for her sister, who had a character as bad as hers, to be intimidated so easily... something had happened that she couldn't figure out from her unfavorable perspective.
- Jime... please.
- What's wrong? Don't you like me anymore? Since they said I'm a nymphomaniac, you don't praise me or look at me anymore. Do you think Carlita has prettier ones?
Are you showing off hers?
- Jime, don't drag your sister into this, please, What happened was buried, it ended and you know it. You weren't okay... you left on a dangerous path and when they diagnosed you we decided it was best to put an end to it. Don't you remember all the suffering? The things you did and had to get out of?
Carla remained paralyzed, frozen in front of the veil that revealed itself before her eyes, rebelling against a past theatrical work she had no idea about. Her nymphomaniac sister? And with a past history with Dad? In some way or other, she began to close off her older sister's attitude towards everything that had happened, now understanding that it was all due to jealousy and an unresolved story.
- Aren't you going to take responsibility for your degenerate daughter, just like you who don't leave anyone alone with their head? If you liked my tits before, you have no idea what will please you now, and you know they'll be used very well... better than Carlita for sure.
- Enough, Jimena, enough. Get dressed and leave me alone, please, let's not revive that corpse.
However, Carla was still seeing the two pairs of feet facing each other, without moving a bit, until Jimena's boots backed off a little... and she saw her sister's elastic jeans almost bursting on all sides as she knelt down between her father's legs (especially at the pussy) and paralyzed, unable to come out of her state of paralysis, Carla heard the unmistakable sound of a cock sucking.
Continues...
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1:http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5100901/El-deseo-de-papi.htmlChapter 2:http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5223148/El-deseo-de-papi-Capitulo-2.html
Although I had planned to upload shorter chapters, it was so long since I wasn't that this one has a longer duration to compensate.
The muse of this story is Akemy Sama (Brazilian instagramer and twitcher). As I always say, if you like, comment, rate, whatever, what I like most is when they opine, thus whether the story is to their liking.
Norberto used to say that you don't know cruelty in children until you're a father. He still remembered how his middle daughter Carla suffered from school bullying from several fronts, both from boys and girls for several years and both were severe cases. The man had a very fresh memory of being at home enjoying his well-deserved Seasons on EarthThis is how I used to call my time off-duty from the naval service) with a Coke with ice in hand, a sports program on TV when Paula would arrive with the girls... and Carla seemed to be arriving more devastated each time.Uuuh…'What happened to love? - I ask worriedly.
- Those guys from hell are still calling her names, those rich jerks... - Although Iorio had not yet popularized that expression, his wife Paula, loaded with backpacks and jackets, predicted it well. Carla, with a face like an ass, avoided greeting her father and ran out of her room, slamming the door shut violently.
- Again? - She huffed, leaving the glass on the backrest of the armchair with force. - Can't you defend her, Jimena?IIs your younger sister! - Yeah, almost never see each other! – She excused herself without giving it much importance, throwing her backpack on the living room sofa. – I ran into her in recess and that sometimes...- I explain with a certain coldness. - Besides, it's worse if I'm behind her like a babysitter, you don't know how those annoying ones are, nothing works except facing them or ignoring them.
- If I were with you and your friends who are older, they would respect her more and wouldn't mess with her. – The man thought with the logic of old times.
- It doesn't work that way, dad. I can be with her for a bit in recess, I can't always be behind her.
- You're the one who has to do something, Norberto, leave Jime alone, she already has too much with studies. – The woman snapped back, fed up with the whole situation. – See if you put your pants on and make her talk, even though it's hard.
Norberto preferred not to add fuel to the fire by responding to this attack on his manhood and limited himself to grumbling, got up, and went upstairs to talk to Carla. After knocking and not getting a response, he was forced to use his patriarchal credentials and enter anyway.
- I didn't say it's okay...!OhYou are you, I thought you were Mom or Jim.
- Permission, Carlita. - He whispered cautiously, moving like a Navy SEAL between an enemy camp.
- Don't call me that! - She said, rolling over with a plush toy from some unknown cartoon character, only sure it wasn't a Hanna Barbera character. - I'm rotten to be called that...
- You're Carla and you'll always be my Carlita to me.
- You don't understand anything, that's why. You don't watch the crappy program where they play that song.
The man took a few seconds to think about his next move while looking at her, his daughter was at an age where she analyzed even the slightest movements and words of hers like the Predator in search of weak points with his X-ray vision. A mistake at her age could be fatal and land him in the tired box of paternal failures.
Roberto looked at her carefully, she was lying face down, clinging to her pillow, sunk against it as if trying to suffocate her in a mortal embrace. She had taken off her slippers, throwing them with force against his desk and wardrobe. One foot was wearing socks while the other wasn't, and he was shaking that one until the man caught it and started giving her gentle massages.
- Are you still bothered by that Videomatch song? - He intuited his father sitting on his daughter's bed, running his dark hair trying to console her. Although she wasn't crying, she looked more than frustrated and stressed with the situation, which had already become too recurrent.
- What do you think?
It wasn't the best time to be called Carla. On the humor and hidden cameras program Videomatch, the Cordovan comedian Yayo had popularized a series of ultra-obscene songs, one of which was about a certain Carlita. To put it mildly, very mildly, the Carlita in the song gave herself all sorts of sexual liberties for money and pleasure.
Roberto lay down beside her, almost on top of her. Carla was the only one who still... allowed those fraternal freedoms without opposing fierce resistance, the only one that didn't reuse from their physical contact, of their mimics, maybe if Paula or her older sister had entered, she would have thrown a shoe instead of an inoffensive plush toy. He even received him in his lair at his worst moment.
- Do you know that your aunt Samantha went through the same thing? A stupid song got popular that said something like Samanta, she's been holding out all night...- He told her from behind, trying to cheer her up with the anecdote. – Uncle Víctor taught Jimena that song when she was little so she could sing it, because it's just so annoying, honestly, kids have a sixth sense for learning things they don't understand... the thing is, without knowing what it meant, she would pass it singing it to herself ¿Do you know how your cousin Samy took it?
- How? – I asked, pulling my head out of the pillow with interest.
- She was laughing her ass off, love, it's a silly phase like everything else, that song went out of style and neither Samantha remembers, they used to call me Calculín because grandma would cut my hair in the middle and that character went out of style, The Obrero Quartet will also go out of style, Videomatch will go out of style, those monkeys you have as friends will also be left behind, everything stays behind and is overcome, don't give them more importance than they deserve, my love.
-JijiMondays, yes they're some monkeys, are really annoying. – He agreed, changing his mood little by little. – Besides all repetitive, tremendous donkeys, not even capable of passing the year.
- That's why! Don't give them any slack, love. – He expressed about her, making himself worthy of the motto that read on his favorite mugFor the best dad in the worldwhen I see you change your mood. – Concentrate on what will always accompany you, in your tastes, in your studies, in those who love me like I do…
Carla turned and gave him a lovely smile.
Although at that moment, in that context, there was nothing more than a romantic relationship between a father and a daughter, the ominous signs of adulthood were already beginning to loom when Carlita turned, leaving her face very close to her father's, without bothering or disturbing her such proximity.
- Will you love me even if I have a goblin face?
- You will always be the most beautiful for Daddy. Always. - And with a supremely affectionate gesture, he touched the tip of her nose with his index finger and said If you're always going to be Papi's little goblin.Ghost face had been the first poisonous nickname that those sheep had given him and Gustavo had transformed it into a loving, intimate gesture of theirs that had functioned to neutralize the negative effect of the term.
- Same dad isn't going to let things be like this, I'm going to go talk to the director, your teacher, if I have to meet with those guys' parents I'll do it. They're not going to get away with it and if I have to rally the squad to intimidate them I will.
- Thanks, dad. – Expressing all his gratitude by turning around and giving him a moving, worthy-of-the-most-cheesy-advertisements-for-mattresses-or-insurance-or-road-safety abrazo, his father enveloped her in his arms and took advantage of how loving she was to give her his typical squeezes and tickles under the sweater that parents do and which become scarcer and more valuable over the years.Hahahaparaparaaaaá,ThereDaddy... – She resisted without resisting, Norberto already had her marked down. She twisted, complained and turned red like a tomato without taking it away, almost in a non-violent resistance à la Mahatma Gandhi.
If Jimena was treated the same way, she would already be able to apply a perimeter. Carlita, on the other hand, let herself go, laughed her head off and returned the pinches and teasing, ending up as hot and disheveled as she was, with her clothes all torn and agitated from the laughter.
- Are they still calling you goblin-faced? – He asked before leaving the room, agitated and pleased with the result of the conversation and his games.
- Sometimes, now it's in fashion to sing me the song...Oh my sweet Carlita, blow the rubber like a crazy one...Yes, yes, I know her love. Well, before you used to get very upset about that nickname and now it's in the past, I'm telling you this to show my point that you'll overcome like you overcome everything.
Before the man left the room, Carla sprang up as if propelled by a spring, as if she were being moved by a frantic puppeteer, the young girl jumped towards her dad's body and clinging to him, planted a juicy kiss on his lips. It wasn't the first, they knew it wouldn't be the last, although it was the most secret and longest-lasting of all those given previously.Um... do you know that's not right, a little doesn't hurt, just a couple of seconds don't. – As she defended herself without defending herself, he challenged her without challenging her back. They were match for match. – Besides, mom doesn't like peaks.
– Mom doesn't have to find out. – She said disinterestedly, even redder than before and satisfied with her actions. – I'm going to do my homework, then I'll go eat.
Years passed, many years and each of those was noticeable on Carla's contoured body, Carlita. Norberto saw her at the gym and wondered what had become of the lives of those bullies who used to call herGhostly faceAnd what would they think now if they saw Carlita's sculptural body and the style she flaunted from her hairdo to the tips of her feet. There were so many minutes dedicated to her self-absorption that sometimes she forgot she should pretend otherwise because they were at the gym. AlthoughThe CenturionIt was an individualistic gym, with large windows and totally mirrored so that people could see each other training (and be seen training) all the time, those where most people didn't seek dialogue or socialize, but train stimulated by their earbuds (or ambient music, although it was disgusting), people started to notice that the relationship between father and daughter they had wasn't entirely normal. A group of gymbroshe was watching them out of the corner of his eye, Tony, the muscular and attractive instructor, acted as if he were reading hisMuscle & Fitnesshe was lifting his gaze over the magazine to see his father follow with meticulousness the perilous seat exercises of his daughter.
- You're lifting more than last week's. – He commented following closely behind his daughter's body from behind, imitating the exercise movements that Carla executed, pushing so much butt out that her leggings seemed like they were going to burst, shoving her father towards the mirrors. - How many do you have on each side? 35?
- You know it, pa...MmmfhDon't talk to me until I'm done... I added more because I have to get to 6.
Carlita's body had perfect muscular contours, far from being an exaggeration, and also far from going unnoticed. Without a doubt what stood out most was her rear end. Norberto didn't know when his daughter turned into a true black widow, pure ass.
- It's almost there, come on, 2 more, don't worry I'm still following you. – He said almost glued to her muscular back, splattered with drops of hot sweat. Although he thought he didn't need it to get there, he was wrong.Uggghhh... Oof!– The bar made ClankWhen Carla finished and put her in a stop, however, half of her body seemed not to respond due to exhaustion and the bar instead of reaching the position of the other stop, began to move away.
The firm hand of her father took the steel and as if it didn't weigh anything, helped her put her in the stop. Despite not being in top shape, despite not having an enviable body like the rest of the clients at Centurión, he was a man when it came to protecting his favorite daughter, always finding the strength to follow her through exercises.
- Carlita, you need to help yourself with the twins and hook them up on both stops at once, pulling yourself back. Don't want to adjust one side then the other.-UuuuufThat was close, very close. – Carlita expressed, sighing agitatedly, with her knees trembling from bringing them to the limit, trying to stretch to absorb all the lactic acid without caring that with each flexion her voluminous ass seemed to want to burst out of the leggings like a fruit emerging from the earth. To make matters worse, it always pointed at some lucky guy in the gym and every time they were less discreet for him to see. – And you're right, I have to correct that habit of adjusting her from left to right... – It was definitely a foul. – Added his father while helping her dismount the bar under the attentive gaze of all the gymbroswho envied their status.How things turned out for him, they wouldn't even give him a goblin face or sing mocking songs anymore... now they want to devour her whole.Carla looked to the side and ran her hand over the body of her progenitor from top to bottom. It was incredible what he did for her. He would take her and bring her back to the gym, follow her through difficult exercises, wait for her routine to finish, even though his own had ended minutes ago. To make matters worse, his body, lethargic from excesses and easy life, began to resemble that of a warrior lion, a body of an active protector of his offspring, and this turned Carla on like a spark.
- Thanks, old man, I couldn't take it anymore, if you weren't here I would have collapsed with the barbell and all. – She said exhausted after stretching, her legs trembling like dry leaves and sweat running down her forehead as she took the courage to use her nose as a trampoline. Her father didn't give her an inch of modesty, began to wipe her forehead and neck without caring if they could see them... that they were seeing. – Come on, relax a bit, I'll be done in a few minutes, have patience.
- Yeah, yeah, I know, it's just that I can't wait... I don't see the hour when you finish. - She whispered licking her lips like a dog waiting for a reward after executing a trick.
- I need to recover protein... – She responded as soon as she could, putting her ear to his mouth, her face red with emotion, although it wasn't as red as those who were bursting with envy.
Tony took pity on Carla's condition and gave her dead weight with little weight and many repetitions to stretch her muscles, and after some exercises over the ball, he freed her from the night shift, which was getting more crowded every time.
That night, like almost all nights when they shared the night shift at the gym, Norberto had finished his routine of beginners before his demanding volume routine with his daughter. Now he waited anxiously for the best moment of the night, when they would say goodbye to instructor Tony as father and daughter, and in the car, sheltered by darkness on some point during the return trip, they would find a nocturnal refuge to release themselves from the masks. They got into the car, Norberto put on soft music and sooner than later they delved into the bohemian night, where everything was lights, movement, where it was hard to find a dark refuge where you could stop the world to start spinning their own. - Don't take turns, let's go to the usual place. – Said Carla, smiling, observing her reflection in the glass. - We should find another one, it's dangerous to always do the same thing. – Said something worried about his heart health. His heart was beating as much as the first time, when he received the mysterious gift from his daughter. That invaluable note was worth a wish and Norberto exchanged it for fantasy. - Those are your paranoid thoughts that come from being military, nothing's really happening. – Said something. - You're right. It wasn't very far from Carla's shared residence with her two sisters, Jimena and Cintia. It was on a dark street like a wolf's mouth in front of an unfinished construction site and a massive red beech tree whose canopy blocked out the starlight. That's where the driver stopped, just like every time they trained together, and after turning off all the car lights, even the stereo ones, they started other engines. The man took his daughter by the neck and began to eat her mouth, the old school rules dictated that everything started with a kiss and Carla found it exhilarating. She loved that mouth that gave her goodnight kisses and helped blow out the candles on her first birthdays now, it would dig deep into hers like she didn't know it, like she recognized it, regardless of the number of kisses she had accumulated, the factor of kinship injected an incombustible morbo that made the kisses incombustible. Norberto's tongue massaged his daughter's tongue inside her mouth, every now and then her lips would release a bubble that left her soaked with saliva. Carla instead of being intimidated, slid her tongue like a marine snake into a foreign den and shared her saliva with her father, moving it towards every possible buccal recess. Their arms embraced each other, caressed the bodies without caring that they were recently trained, with sore muscles and bathed in pheromones and effort perfume.
The breathing was agitated as the intensity of the kiss increased. They wrapped their tongues against the mouths until they breathed each other's air. It seemed like a lie that that forbidden game had linked them so quickly. Since that miraculous gift from Father's Day that germinated the most prohibited fruit, they couldn't imagine a life without that secret rubbing so immoral, dangerous and blasphemous.
Everything had been distorted, from gazes to acts, thoughts, memories... now what was a simple memory of father and daughter, like Carlita giving him a blow job or him consoling her after a difficult school day could be interpreted as a penal precedent, the prequel to the cursed movie, the short film that could well be titled The origin of perversionoAntecedents of passion.- MmmmPapi, yes, yes, kiss me more... - Carlita Jade when her pussy gave her lips a break from all the saliva to kiss his neck side by side, getting drunk on his perfume and skin temperature.Quack, quack, quack...You could hear him while filling his neck with deep and sonorous kisses. Those loving kisses, almost innocent, were being screamed by the hands, which, lifting the voice of lust, began to caress each other mutually in a place where a father and daughter should not touch.
Carla's hand started to rub her father's thick cock under his pants, so loved by her, so revered by her lips, feeling it grow like an ancient God emerging from the depths of his valley of flesh. He, on the other side, did not stop filling her muscular back with grooves, his fingers plowed its surface leaving marks all over, even her stomach, palpating her breasts over the fitted gym top, handling them more than a indecisive vegetable vendor.
Soon she felt an unbeatable hardness under his pants and began to discover it. She didn't need light to find such a treasure, feeling by touch as if the vein pulsed with its own force, as if the large and perfect head had emerged like a divine tuber from her pot. Before letting his daughter descend to offer her manhood, Gustavo gave her a new tongue kiss, deep, coarse, wet, and loud. His tongue splashed inside her mouth stirring the mixture until it no longer tasted like a foreign mouth, the exchange of fluids had been so massive that everything in her interior was defiled by her man's mouth.
- MmmmPapi, I love your kisses, you still kiss like an inexperienced little boy, leaving me all wet. – She whispered, licking her lips with threads of saliva falling from her chin. – And not just the mouth...
Papi would kiss you for hours without stopping, unless he wants to use it for something else... - He said running his thumb over his lips, feeling their ardent humidity. Carlita finished discovering her father's cock by pulling out its eggs to let them breathe and leaned in to suck it, finally.
It was a sensation as unbeatable as it always was, although Carlita had become condescendingly good. Starting from the glans, embracing it with her lips, letting a stream of saliva flow down while accompanying the descent with a strong lip hug.OoohGod, my love, how you like daddy's cock,ooh, ooh, oooh. – She moaned softly and measuredly for her, just as she liked it, while Carlita's mouth formed a perfect ring that traveled from the glans to the base of the shaft, again and again, without stopping, leaving all its saliva mixture during the journey. From one second to another, the smell of plastic and the car upholstery sang the retreat before the narcotic stench of sweat, saliva, and cock, which seemed not to bother Carlita. Norberto took her by her cut hair and made her bob up and down faster, deeper, always until her nose hit his lower belly. Her girl didn't flinch when she was dominated, nor even when she kept her ensnared in her cock, with her mouth all the way to the bottom of her hot cavity, with the glans between the taste buds and the bell.Slllurp, slllurp, slllurp, chunk, slllurp, slllurp...He was sucking on Carlita while being impaled by the meat lance. Until her daddy slowly pulled it out, taking hold of her hair... - That's...uuuh, uuuhGood girl, she's behaving so well. - I congratulate her while rubbing the tip of my cock against her lips.
- Am I a good girl, daddy? - She asked in a Lolita tone, a tone that would scandalize more than one for how well it was achieved.
- The best of all, now make daddy do what he likes so much, an inverted waterfall.
Inverted waterfall called one of Carla's most recent oral tricks, perhaps one of the most impudent since it reflected both their obsession with saliva. Whether she had learned it from porn or pulled it out of her vast imagination was a mystery.
- Wait until I charge up a bit more... here comes the waterfall. - She expressed by building up a large salivary spit and then letting it fall like a waterfall over the glans, however, as the name of thetechniqueindicated, he hurried to swallow his saliva with force so that the drool would return to his mouth.Slllur.- Uuuhh, uuuh, ah,What tasty God... - Jadeó when he did it again, although the mixture was thickening every time.
Norberto couldn't contain himself and turned on the ceiling light of the car to see the show, despite the danger that came with it... anyone who passed could see a man reclined in the front seat, with his cock stiff like a poisoned dog's leg and a female head coming down to taste it. Just as the man risked it, it was a sublime spectacle worth seeing, watching her eyes release that thick white stream of saliva just before it ran all over her body, doing so about four times until she showed him the contents of her mouth and swallowed it without making a single gag.
Unable to contain himself, with such a load in his mouth, he made her nod by pushing her head from the back of the neck with one hand and from the head with the other, at a speed that had nothing to envy about any high-budget porn. For several minutes, I manipulated my daughter's neck without mercy, forgetting about any cervical health concerns for my daughter (who was sitting in the passenger seat, rotating her body like a worm), although she didn't offer any resistance.
- Carlita, my love... God, papi can't take it anymore. - He showed himself confessed, almost coming with the cyclopean snake almost spitting out cum in droplets, not because of lack of control but because he was trained that way; in previous encounters at that time, he had already unloaded. To make matters worse, as always happened, he went to suck her balls, making loud popping sounds while sucking and releasing them (something like)“Pha, pha, pha”) also filled them with kisses and deep licks that removed layers of stuck salt from the scrotum without causing her any discomfort.
- What are you waiting for? Give me your protein papi, like you always do. - She demanded, passing her whole tongue from the union of the balls to the trunk, around it, tapping it, concentrating on licking the small orifice through which all kinds of fluids escaped. - We're not here for regrets, don't go back to those compartments...
- I'm not talking about that, of course it's not your fault, pussy will always make you cum, like it was all our lives, it's just that... - And to illustrate her point, she looked at me with her eyes, then ran her hand over my body, passing through my breasts until she gave a lascivious little gasp and put her open hand on my monumental ass. - Papi can't hold back and wants more... I'm dying of desire to give you all the love I've shown you these days.
- Really? - She expressed, blushing, although her mouth was already somewhat reddened from sucking cock. - I'm being sincere, I thought this was your limit, not that I didn't want something more, it's just that I thought we were fine and would be for a long time, ejem. - She expressed, clearing her throat, which was slightly hoarse from the deepest moments of fellatio. - It's not like it's just a mouth and think this is enough, it's because given our... - Lazo. Bloody tie. - My father completed.
- Yes, I understand, it's not enough, no longer. - She expressed in a telenovela tone. - Even I thought that at first this was more than enough, because you're so good, because you look so beautiful when you suck. - She expressed, passing her finger over my jawbone in a gesture between dominant and tender.
- I'll let Jime know that I won't make it, we'll go to your house. - Carla proposed.
- Are you going to tell him you're with a friend? - Ernesto elaborated.
- What friend if not me? No, I'm going to... Say I met someone at the gym, not today but later on. So tell her I'll be late and don't wait too long for me, that snobby one thinks she's mom.
- That's exactly what worries me about Paula. I don't know love, maybe we should plan something better for later on. It's all very suspicious already. - The man worried and with reason. When he was in the service, he had heard a superior say that when you're a thief, every shadow looks like the commissioner's.
- Are you worried about danger now? - He said, grasping his trunk and stretching out with the other arm to turn off the light. - Don't back down so many squares, papi, today we have to advance.
That night new things would happen in their forbidden relationship and that dark blowjob, facing the construction site wouldn't be one of them. Carla continued almost by compromise, Norberto agreed, although they didn't say it, they had to finish that passionate snack before the main course of the night, when the father would lower himself to the blessed position of spoiling his favorite brat in many different ways... and that would be the preview.
The final stretch was assisted by Carlita's strong and sweaty hand, which she masturbated while holding the glans between her lips in the cage of her mouth, until in a deep and prolonged sigh, like a lament, the man lifted his hips and released his ambrosial milk into her mouth, filling it with fruits of men.
Carla didn't waste a single drop, sucking so hard she almost pulled it out to the outside, as they used to say.All inside, nothing outside.Norberto had never known anything like that before, neither in his most exotic trips to Thailand and other Southeast Asian countries, nor the most daring fellatio sessions were as permissive and that's what they received a significant amount of money for their services.Oooh, ooohHey, it's so nice to fill your tummy with cum. – She said, adjusting her tousled hair that, although short, pointed in erratic directions like cartoon characters still looked at. Once she had the bangs pointing to one side like a meticulous father, he considered the act finished.
- I already told Mom and she gave me the okay as always, I told her I'd explain everything later with a wink at the end, she said be careful jeje. – She explained, adjusting herself in her seat and crossing the safety belt between her breasts, dotted with sweat drops that seemed like morning dew.
- And what about Jime? – Asked, starting the silent motors and initiating his transgressive march through the city.
- Nothing, he's probably chewing on a grudge but since he doesn't have proof or cut or pinches. – She said.
- How does that young lady take care of herself.
Carla drew a complicit smile when her father called her eldest daughter young lady.Get out of my balls, it could get into its business, leave us alone, but no, it's like a bloodhound following the trail, gives me the creeps. The man nodded. More soon than late they were at his house. They entered quickly like two newlyweds to the honeymoon suite. They turned back to kiss each other, the man didn't care that she smelled bad in the least. It was an avalanche of caresses, kisses and moans, like two animals in heat not knowing each other completely. Despite having already released his cock, the man's cock was waking up feeling the impending olfactory fuck. - Wait, wait little fairy, I want to get comfortable, give me a few minutes. – He asked wanting to keep some distance. - No, no, no, I want you like this, all tangled, all hot and sweaty mmm stay like that. – The woman demanded biting his neck and rubbing against him. - Let me get comfortable, nothing more, I want to wear my bathrobe, wait for me in the room a few minutes heart... - He insisted and Carla gave in, although not very willingly. - It's okay, only because I love seeing you in your bathrobe like a sugar daddy, nothing more, it's worth being beautiful. - You're going to get wet just by touching her. - Of course Norberto wasn't going to wait, he was taking off his training clothes and dressing up as a lover with his favorite bathrobe, the most comfortable and dazzling one, worthy of Hugh Hefner or any old-fashioned rich bachelor. - You know that traveling around the world always allowed me to know the best, this is one of the finest in my collection. – He communicated from the bathroom. – If you want, put something on the stereo, not too loud or silly. – This was how he called modern music, which caused him absolute repugnance and could put his fallopian tube into a deep sleep. - However, despite everything seeming to go smoothly, fate had more outrageous plans and thought of putting them to the test. The doorbell rang. Norberto had to kill the surprise by coming out of the bathroom in his new bathrobe with Carlita Waiting seated on the enormous and luxurious bed with a caoba headboard in an oriental style. Her father made a silent gesture with one hand and indicated with the other that she should wait. The girl, who had a sixth sense for anticipating danger, hurried to hide under the bed and stretched out the sheets a bit to make them serve as a curtain.
- What a disgusting mother, it's her! She cursed while seeing her father talking far away with the electric doorkeeper and him finishing by pressing the button. - It's Jimena, she must want to get rid of the ass... because no one is looking for a guy for her and leaves me alone.
In fact, it was Jimena. From her position, Carla could only hear and feel rapid footsteps. To make matters worse, her butt was so stiff that it cost her to enter her hiding place and she had to remain motionless or risk making some slight creaking noise.
- And? Where is she? Where is Carla? – She entered as if she were the owner of the place and Carla almost turned into the Incredible Hulk from fury. Not only did she make life impossible for her, not only did she think she was Detective Conan with her detective deductions, but she also entered her father's house as if it were hers, proud and haughty like a politician's daughter.
- This slut is not my sister. – Carla whispered furiously.
- Hi Jime, how are you? What can I offer you? – Her father tried to put on a cool face, pretending he hadn't noticed that she entered with more fury than a police raid.
- Don't be an idiot, I know you two have something... God, they're so obvious, and they take me for a fool.
- First, lower your tone because I'm your father, second, Carla isn't here, she left with a friend from the gym, and third, don't think that she and I have that kind of...
- Who is she going to leave with?! If she never was with anyone or liked anyone, didn't have friends, you know that! – Although Carla couldn't see them, it was more than sure that she was pounding her father's chest. father with his arrogant index finger. - That's why you take advantage of it, like always low self-esteem gives you some kisses says some nonsense and buys it for you old green. Norberto, for surprises of both rivers. - I enjoy the movies you make, as it shows that so much porn has atrophied your headHeWhy do you say that?HeWhat are you making fun of my condition for?! You're a sore loser! Bad father! Carla couldn't help but whisper a dangerous secret.What?I didn't understand what he was referring to with hisConditionNever believed that things could turn out so upside down like this so quickly outside of events such as traffic accidents. To make matters worse, the danger of being discovered was still latent, Jimena was walking around the house, strolling like the queen of the place, opening doors, spying under the table or looking out at the patio from the windows. You could hear her running around the house frantically with her father behind her, trying to keep calm, bringing out his military training as if he were resisting an interrogation.
- Jimena, I told you not to disrespect me, and besides, I wasn't referring to... your condition.
- Your condition? Tell it like it's hot, old man, I'm a ninfómana and you know it! Well, you know it, old greenie... and you're taking me for a fool, if you're already dressed thinking you're Rocco Siffredi, that fool must be around here... Come on out, crazy girl! I'll denounce you if I catch you! And you too, sore one!
Carla almost reset her Windows. She didn't know Jimena was a ninfómana or that her father was aware of it. How did he find out? Did they diagnose this? Did they... before?
- Listen to me, I don't have to put up with these headaches in my own house, I don't have to put up with your insults towards me, towards your sister, and on top of that, I just came from training, so if you'll excuse me...
- Yes, yes, I'm sure you stink like the old pig you are. - Making a sniffing gesture emphatically, as when someone knows an invited guest has left a mess and tries to figure out who it was.
- Well, in case you didn't notice, I was relaxing, going to put on some music, put something on the iron so it cooks while I take a bath, so if you excuse me, you could go...
- Bath, that's it. - Decidedly interrupting his father and walking perilously, very perilously towards the bathroom. Carla saw from below her sister's feet stepping firmly towards the bathroom... at least the light of the same. She was lit, which supported her alibi, but everything would end if she decided to jump onto the floor and look under the bed. She was standing in front of the doors of a huge scandal, knowing that her sister was hiding under the bed with her father in his bathrobe, and it would be over for their relationship if she found them.
The shower curtain in the bathroom was heard rushing open violently.
- Stop, stop, you're going to tear it, it's an expensive curtain, I bought it from...
- Suck my balls. - She replied with a haughtiness that made Carla want to bite her tongue and not go crazy and kick her ass.
She could do it, even though she was younger and in better physical condition, but she was holding back. Her sister was now facing her, opening the closet and running through many shirts and jackets, making the hooks on the hangers clang with each swing.
- Listen to me! Now you're going to listen to me!
Carla saw both pairs of feet facing each other, Jimena's feet in leather boots and her father's bare feet. She didn't want to confirm it, but it seemed like Norberto had her sister by the shoulders.
- You come into my house, make a mess, say nasty things about your sister, I have to put up with your stories, your complaints, and on top of that you think you can turn my house upside down! Get out, because nobody called you or owes you anything!
A difficult-to-decipher silence followed. It was rare for her sister, who had a character as bad as hers, to be intimidated so easily... something had happened that she couldn't figure out from her unfavorable perspective.
- Jime... please.
- What's wrong? Don't you like me anymore? Since they said I'm a nymphomaniac, you don't praise me or look at me anymore. Do you think Carlita has prettier ones?
Are you showing off hers?
- Jime, don't drag your sister into this, please, What happened was buried, it ended and you know it. You weren't okay... you left on a dangerous path and when they diagnosed you we decided it was best to put an end to it. Don't you remember all the suffering? The things you did and had to get out of?
Carla remained paralyzed, frozen in front of the veil that revealed itself before her eyes, rebelling against a past theatrical work she had no idea about. Her nymphomaniac sister? And with a past history with Dad? In some way or other, she began to close off her older sister's attitude towards everything that had happened, now understanding that it was all due to jealousy and an unresolved story.
- Aren't you going to take responsibility for your degenerate daughter, just like you who don't leave anyone alone with their head? If you liked my tits before, you have no idea what will please you now, and you know they'll be used very well... better than Carlita for sure.
- Enough, Jimena, enough. Get dressed and leave me alone, please, let's not revive that corpse.
However, Carla was still seeing the two pairs of feet facing each other, without moving a bit, until Jimena's boots backed off a little... and she saw her sister's elastic jeans almost bursting on all sides as she knelt down between her father's legs (especially at the pussy) and paralyzed, unable to come out of her state of paralysis, Carla heard the unmistakable sound of a cock sucking.
Continues...
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