1. My Daughter, My SexToy


    Date: 5/12/2016, Categories: Anal, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: whiteshadowz, Rating: 82, Source: xHamster

    worry Daddy, I won't tell her!" she giggled. "Well, you'd better be good, and you'd better be home on time," I replied, "or maybe I'll tell her myself, then your life won't be worth living!" "Oh, I will, I will, Daddy, I promise; please, don't tell her!" The doorbell rang. It was Bobby, her date for the night. "Okay, baby, get out of here. Have fun, and I'll see you later." "Thank you Daddy," she said and, leaning forward, kissed me wetly on the lips before running downstairs and out of the house, leaving me alone in her room. I looked around myself and noticed her clothes strewn around the room. On the floor by the side of the bed was a red silk G-string, apparently something she had been wearing earlier. I reached down and picked it up, unrolling it and rubbing the crotch; it was wet! I held it to my face and licked at it, expecting to taste my young daughters cunt, but was surprised to discover the unmistakable signs of semen. It was very slimy, and I recognized the taste from the many times I had licked my own fingers after jacking off. She had obviously fucked someone earlier in the day, and allowed the G-string to become soaked as the cum dribbled out of her young body. I licked and sucked harder at the skimpy material, intoxicated with the thought of what I was doing, and with the mental vision of my daughter fucking one of her boyfriends and of his cum seeping out between the plump pussy lips she had so happily flashed at me just a little while ago. Sliding my ...
    shorts down, I rubbed my aching cock with the silk, while massaging my balls with the other hand. The feel of the silky soft slimy wet silk on the head of my cock was indescribable, and within minutes, my hips were jerking as I lay on my daughters bed and squirted another load of hot cum into her G-string, soaking it again. Several hours later, it was nearly one in the morning and she was thirty minutes late for her curfew. I was angry and beginning to get worried. Finally, I heard the front door open, and Cheryl walked quickly into the house. Before she had a chance to say anything, I stood up and shouted at her. "Cheryl, where have you been? You promised to be on time, and let me down. Is this what I get for giving into you and letting you dress the way you wanted? I'm beginning to think I really should tell your Mother about the way you've been behaving!" "Oh, please, Daddy, I'm sorry, please don't do that, please!" I stared at her as she walked up to me. Her lipstick was gone, and her hair was somewhat disheveled. "Well, it's either that, or you take the spanking I think you deserve. You decide which." "Uh, err, well, Okay," she spluttered, "Okay, let me go to my room and change." "No, it's either right now, or it's your Mother," I said, not wanting to give her any chance to change my mind. "But, err, please, Daddy, just let me go and change, and then, I promise, I'll take my punishment. Please?" I was curious, now, why did she insist on changing? Well, regardless, I was ...