Daddy's Girl 2: An Obedient Daughter
NOTE: This is a work of fiction. All the characters featured are over 18 years in age. The story contains strong themes of incest, if this is not your cup of tea, it’s best you move away right now. Send your feedbacks to [email protected] This is a continuation of my previous story Daddy’s Girl 1: The Lunch. The ride from the restaurant was quite uneventful. Daddy was already in his 50’s and I thought he would not have enough stamina to keep up with the advances of a horny young teenager. Boy was I wrong. Although daddy seemed a bit flustered and shocked at the restaurant, it became quite evident that he was totally into me. I had my jacket on, and my skirt pulled down as much as I could. I kept looking outside the window, without paying much attention to daddy. I had other plans for him that night. But, things took a different turn pretty quickly. It must have been going on for quite a while, but I only felt it quite late. Everytime daddy changed gears his knuckles would touch my bare knees. Soon, his arm began sliding over my thighs when he changed gears. I was amused, and rested my legs close to the gear box, to make ti easier for daddy to feel me. No sooner had I done that, daddy put his hand over my knee. A big smile crept pup on my face. He began caressing my knees and his hands slowly inched upwards, onto my thighs. He only took his hand off to change gears, and it would fly back to my milky, smooth thighs. “You know”, Daddy said, his hand coming dangerously close to my skirt hem, “you remind me of Tamanna” “Who! That film actress?” I asked “Un-hun” he nodded. His fingers crawling under my skirt, just inches away from my moist pussy. I was already feeling my heartbeat rise. “She always makes daddy so hard!” He looked at me, “Just like how you are making me feel” he squeezed my supple thighs. My body reacted instinctively, and my legs closed in, pressing against Daddy’s fingers. Dad was grinning, like he had won a big prize. I could see a large bulge on his crotch, and my throat went dry. I sucked in air, just at the thought of his cock. Dad kept massaging my thighs with his fingers, making me all the more crazy. He was an experienced man. He knew just where to touch a woman to make her feel excited. Soon, we reached the house. Once we got out of the car,I followed daddy into the house. Once inside, daddy immediately grabbed me and started kissing me. He sucked on my lips hungrily, pressing my body against his. I was slightly taken aback by this, but soon came to my sense. I responded by kissing him. I parted my lips to allow him to ravage my mouth. Our tongues danced inside our mouths, saliva freely flowing between the four lips. Daddy was a little taller than me so I had to arch my head up to meet his lips. In this process, my body inadvertently pressed against his, and I could feel his throbbing cock pressing against my abdomen. Even with the thick fabric of his pants covering his crotch, i could still feel the hardness pushing against me. I started to rub daddy’s hardened cock over his pants. He let out a soft moan, drawing me closer to him. I removed his zip, and freed the imprisoned cock. His dick sprang into attention. The new found freedom seemed to give it a new life. I rubbed my hands over it, and felt the veins running across the shaft. I went a little weak in the knees, imagining how it would feel inside of me. “Oh Daddy!” I squealed, as daddy cupped my bare ass. He had lifted my skirt and was caressing my ass, pulling the cheeks apart and squeezing them. “Neetaaa” he whispered into my mouth. I broke the kiss and began to gnaw on his neck, while he thrust his cock into my cupped hands, still playing with my ass. I removed his belt, and he removed his pants and underwear in a hurry. he was naked from the waist down. I removed his shirt, ripping it open. He was completely nude, with a raging boner pointed at his own daughter. I held his hand and took him into the bedroom. I was still completely clothed- in my tank top, short skirts and my jacket. I began to remove my jacket, but daddy stopped me. “Leave it on” he commanded. I had just removed the jacket zip. My hard nipples were poking through the thin fabric. I sprawled myself over the bed, and looked into daddy’s eyes. I spread my legs apart, and began rubbing my wet cunt. Dad’s eyes gleamed as my fingers traced my moist cunt. “Do you like it daddy?” I asked rubbing my clit “Oh yes baby!” He said, slowly stroking his hardness, “Daddy likes it very much” I loved watching my dad get excited over my body. I squeezed my perky tits, and moaned hard. i liked the juices off my fingers and tuck two of them in my pussy. I began finger fucking myself aggressively while daddy jerked off hard in front of me. He spit on his hands for lubrication, and began rubbing his shaft. The saliva managed to give his hard dick a new sheen, making me even wetter. “Please fuck me daddy” I pleaded Daddy smiled, “anything for my darling daughter” I lay back on the bed, eyes closed, waiting for daddy to thrust his manhood into me. After what seemed like an eternity, i could feel daddy’s lips on my pussy. he was licking my clit, sucking my labia and massaging my ass all at once. It took no time for me to be lost in a sexual fantasy land. A gripped my dad’s hair and began massaging them. Soon i was on the brink of cumming, and grabbed daddy’s hairs tighter. He didn’t seem to mind, just began to fuck me with his tongue. His tongue was pure magic, and i pushed his head further into my pussy and began to cum like never before. Once the passion inside me had subsided, i let go of daddy. My love juices covered all of his lower face, and he smiled like he had just conquered an impenetrable fort. I immediately grabbed him and began to kiss him. The taste of my juices turned me on even more. I licked his face like a dog, and kissed him hard.