1. A Reluctant Daughter 3


    Date: 5/25/2017, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Non-consensual sex, Reluctance, Written by women, Author: dirtydiana18, Rating: 83.6, Source: sexstories.com

    quite place. “I’ve waited long enough, a month and two weeks. I’m going to take what you owe me.” Even if his voice sounded the same as always his eyes were all wrong. Something was off and it wasn’t his hand clamped over my mouth or his half-undressed dick poking out of his shorts. It was his eyes, they were distant and far-away. Who this man was I didnʻt know, because he definitely was not my father. Before I could really dwell on that thought his free hand lightly danced across my collarbone before landing on my left breast. He teased it with his index finger and thumb, smiling as the nipple perked up in his palm. I hadn’t worn a bra, the dress came with a built in one, and with my dad playing with my breast so easily I regretted my choice. At least a bra would’ve given me more time. More time to get away before he melted me with these soft touches. The heat between my legs was growing, making me uncomfortable. On its own accord my eyes fluttered closed as he gave a soft pinch to my sensitive nip. I wiggled with the pleasure of it all, my juices running down my leg. An animal urge overwhelmed me and I wiggled my hips against my fathers, desperate for more. But once again my wiggling proved stupid as it pushed me up against his naked cock and ignited a fire in his belly. In an instant his soft touch vanished as my dad viciously twisted my nipple, smashing my boobs down and plucking the tender skin. I screamed out, my cries muffled by his hand still clamped over my mouth. ...
    His touch was rough and uncontrolled, his hand moving lower until it was at the entrance of my hole. I was naked and vulnerable, my father fully taking advantage of the situation with expert fingers and sucking attacks on my neck. We were really doing this. The thought made me sick. “Mmm,” he moaned, pulling his hand up to lick off my juices. He sucked on his middle finger, looking into my eyes as he did so. The sight made me turn away in disgust. I didn't want to see the monster my dad was becoming. I didn’t want any of this. With that thought my father’s wet finger returned to my pussy, circling around my outer lips, and making me even wetter with desire. He teased my clit, using his thumb to flick it up and down a couple times. I arched my back, more out of response than conscious thought, pushing my pussy further into his hand. He pushed in me a little, moving his finger in and out, but only about a half inch. “Look at how wet you are you little slut.” He gasped, holding up his fingers for me to see,, showing me the evidence of my unwanted arousal. I turned my head to the side, my fatherʻs hand still covering my mouth as I tried to look away from my juices. A part of me now desperately wanted to take my dadʻs thick cock deep into my pussy and squirt my juices until I fainted. I had to stop him. He had never taken me like this. This was nonconsensual. I closed my eyes, I felt my pussy grow wetter at the thought. “You’re gonna take it like the whore you are,” he remarked, ...
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