irontalephantom

[irontalephantom]

Dad x daughter but the dad is actually really nice and not that weird, but the moment his daughter is acting weird distant he's quick to question her and convince her to confide in him with his cock and tongue🤤��

Bonus points if there's tension that has been going from a while between them but the dad is just so normal that it's making her questions herself!

“What’s going on with you lately?” His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, a quiet insistence that made her stomach twist. She shifted uncomfortably on the couch, her eyes darting to the door, then back to him. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, tugging at the fabric like she could unravel herself right there.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, his gaze unwavering. “You’ve been distant. Quiet. You used to talk to me about everything. Now it’s like you’re avoiding me.”

She swallowed hard, her throat dry. How could she explain it? The thoughts, the feelings, the way she’d been replaying certain moments in her head over and over again. The way she’d catch herself staring at him when he wasn’t looking, her heart pounding in her chest. The way she’d fantasized about things she knew she shouldn’t.

But he was just so… normal. So kind, so attentive, so dad-like. It made her feel even more ashamed.

“I…” She hesitated, her voice cracking. “I just have a lot on my mind, that’s all.”

He tilted his head, his expression softening. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right? I’m here for you. No judgment. Just… let me in.”

She felt her cheeks burn, her heart racing. Let him in. The words echoed in her mind, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he meant them the way she was interpreting them. She shook her head, trying to clear the thought.

“It’s nothing,” she said quickly, her voice trembling. “Really, I’m fine.”

He sighed, leaning back against the couch, but his eyes never left hers. “You’re not fine. I can see it. You’re hiding something. And whatever it is… it’s eating you up inside.”

She felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, and she quickly blinked them away. Why did he have to be so perceptive? Why did he have to care so much? She wanted to tell him, to let it all out, but the words stuck in her throat, choking her.

He reached out, his hand gently brushing against hers. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she froze, her breath catching in her chest.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” he said softly, his voice low and soothing. “Whatever it is… we can figure it out together.”

She looked up at him, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it. His hand lingered on hers, warm and comforting, and for a moment, she felt herself leaning into it, craving more.

But then she pulled away, shaking her head. “I can’t,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He frowned, his brow furrowing. “Why not?”

She hesitated, her mind racing. Because it’s wrong. Because I shouldn’t feel this way. Because you’re my dad. But the words didn’t come. Instead, she just stared at him, her eyes wide and pleading, hoping he would understand without her having to say it.

He studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he reached out again, his hand gently cupping her cheek. She froze, her breath hitching as his thumb brushed against her skin.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, his voice soft and full of concern. “What’s going on, sweetheart? Talk to me.”

She felt the tears welling up again, and this time, she couldn’t stop them. They spilled down her cheeks, hot and bitter, as she looked up at him, her heart breaking.

“I… I can’t,” she choked out, her voice trembling. “I can’t tell you.”

He frowned, his thumb wiping away a tear. “You can’t, or you won’t?”

She sobbed, shaking her head. “I can’t. It’s… it’s too much.”

He sighed, his hand still resting against her cheek. “You’re scared. I get it. But you don’t have to be. Not with me. Whatever it is… I’m here for you. Always.”

She felt herself leaning into his touch, her eyes closing as she tried to steady her breathing. His hand was so warm, so comforting, and for a moment, she let herself forget about everything else.

But then, his voice broke through the silence, soft and gentle. “Tell me,” he whispered. “Let me help you.”

She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze, and for the first time, she saw something in them that made her heart skip a beat. Something that made her wonder if he felt it too.

Her breath hitched, her lips parting as she struggled to find the words. “I… I…”

He leaned in closer, his face just inches from hers. “Tell me,” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

She felt her resolve crumbling, her body trembling as she looked up at him. “I… I think about you,” she admitted, her voice shaking. “All the time. And I… I don’t know why. I don’t know why I feel this way, but I can’t stop it. I can’t…”

He froze, his eyes widening in surprise, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he just stared at her, his expression unreadable.

She felt her cheeks burn with shame, and she quickly looked away. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I’m so sorry. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help it. I…”

He didn’t say anything for what felt like an eternity, and she felt her heart pounding in her chest, waiting for his reaction.

Then, slowly, he reached out, his hand gently tilting her chin up so she was looking at him again. His eyes were soft, full of understanding, and for a moment, she thought she saw something else there too. Something that made her heart race even faster.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” he said softly, his voice low and soothing. “You don’t have to be afraid. I… I understand. More than you know.”

She felt her breath catch in her chest, her eyes widening as she stared at him. “What… what do you mean?”

He hesitated, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip. “I mean… I’ve felt it too. The… tension. The way we’ve been around each other. I’ve tried to ignore it, to push it away, but… it’s there. And it’s not just you.”

Her heart skipped a beat, her mind racing as she tried to process what he was saying. Did he really feel it too? Did he really understand?

He leaned in closer, his face just inches from hers, and she felt her breath hitching in her chest. “Do you trust me?” he whispered, his voice soft and full of promise.

She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes.”

Slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative kiss. She froze for a moment, her mind reeling, but then she felt herself melting into it, her body responding on its own.

The kiss deepened, his hand tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer. She felt her heart pounding, her body trembling as she kissed him back, her mind spinning.

When they finally pulled apart, she was breathless, her eyes wide and full of wonder. He looked at her, his expression soft and filled with something she couldn’t quite place.

“Let me help you,” he whispered, his voice low and full of promise. “Let me show you what you’ve been missing.”

She hesitated, her heart racing, but then she nodded, her voice trembling. “Okay.”

He leaned in again, his lips brushing against hers as his hand slid down her side, sending shivers down her spine. She felt her body responding, her heart pounding as he deepened the kiss, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her.

His hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her, and she felt herself giving in to the sensations, her mind blank except for the feeling of him.

He pulled her closer, his lips trailing down her neck, and she gasped, her body arching into his touch. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she felt herself unraveling under his touch.

“Dad…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. “Let me take care of you,” he murmured, his voice low and full of promise.

She nodded, her breath hitching as his lips found hers again, his hands exploring her body with a newfound urgency. She felt herself giving in to him, her body responding to his every touch, her mind consumed by the sensations.

And then, slowly, he began to undo the buttons of her shirt, his hands trembling slightly as he exposed her skin. He looked up at her, his eyes searching hers for permission, and she nodded, her breath hitching as he slid the fabric off her shoulders.

His hands roamed over her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine, and she felt herself melting into his touch, her body responding to his every movement.

He leaned in, his lips trailing down her neck, and she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as he explored her body with his mouth. His hands slid down to her waist, untucking her shirt and letting it fall to the floor.

She felt his fingers brushing against the waistband of her pants, and she froze, her breath hitching as she looked up at him.

He paused, his eyes searching hers. “Is this okay?” he whispered, his voice low and full of concern.

She nodded, her voice trembling. “Yes.”

Slowly, he undid the button of her pants, sliding them down her legs and letting them fall to the floor. She stepped out of them, her body trembling as he looked at her with a newfound intensity.

His hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her, and she felt herself giving in to the sensations, her mind blank except for the feeling of him.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers as his hand slid down her side, sending shivers down her spine. She felt her body responding, her heart pounding as he deepened the kiss, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her.

His hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her, and she felt herself giving in to the sensations, her mind blank except for the feeling of him.

He pulled her closer, his lips trailing down her neck, and she gasped, her body arching into his touch. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she felt herself unraveling under his touch.

“Dad…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. “Let me take care of you,” he murmured, his voice low and full of promise.

She nodded, her breath hitching as his lips found hers again, his hands exploring her body with a newfound urgency. She felt herself giving in to him, her body responding to his every touch, her mind consumed by the sensations.

And then, slowly, he began to undress her completely, his hands trembling slightly as he exposed her body to him. She felt a rush of vulnerability, but also a strange sense of trust, knowing that he would take care of her.

His hands roamed over her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine, and she felt herself melting into his touch, her body responding to his every movement. He leaned in, his lips trailing down her neck and across her collarbone, his breath hot against her skin.

She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as he continued to explore her body with his mouth. His hands slid down to her thighs, gently pushing her legs apart as he knelt before her.

She felt a rush of heat between her legs, her breath hitching as he looked up at her with a mixture of desire and adoration.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice low and full of awe.

She felt her cheeks flush, her heart racing as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the inside of her thigh. She gasped, her body trembling as he slowly moved closer to her core.

And then, finally, he was there, his tongue gently teasing her, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the couch as he continued to explore her, his movements slow and deliberate.

She felt herself unraveling under his touch, her body responding to his every movement. His tongue circled her clit, sending jolts of electricity through her, and she gasped, her back arching as the sensations overwhelmed her.

“Dad…” she moaned, her voice trembling.

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. “Let go,” he whispered, his voice low and full of promise.

She nodded, her breath hitching as he continued to pleasure her, his tongue working magic on her sensitive flesh. She felt herself reaching the edge, her body trembling with anticipation.

[irontalephantom]

thinking of a dimly lit room, incessant plap plap plaps of skin slapping skin on the other side of a locked door that no one would dare enter, and incessant whines, some of them muffled in a merciful pillow and the others cried out, shrill and tinted with pleasure, and a love drunk, almost slurring voice that moans, "you're so pretty", "you're so good for me", 'your pussy feels so good', "you feel so good" over and over again

[irontalephantom]

April Fools!

early in the morning, mommy woke me up with whispers and a shake to my drowsy body.

“good morning, honey… shh, shh. it’s just mommy. we’re gonna pull a little prank on daddy.” she said lowly with a big grin on her face.

by the time i processed what my mom woke me up for, she was propping me up on my feet and walking me to her bedroom, hand in hand.

on the bed, my dad slept peacefully. nothing really woke him up at these times anyway. my mom pointed to the bed and then back at me. she wanted me to pretend to be her!

i had to hold in my giggles and i nodded, tip-toeing to the bed and laying down besides my dad. she waved her hand towards him, wanting me to scoot closer, and i did.

i made sure the back of my head faced his face, in hopes to fool him well enough that i was my mom. i inched closer, my body feeling his body heat beneath the blanket my parents once shared.

quickly, my mom entered the closet to hide. luckily for her, she could watch her plan unfold through the blinds of the closet door. i threw a thumbs up at her with a smile before feelings my dad’s arms wrap around my waist.

he groaned in his sleep, seeming to find a more comfortable position. i could feel his body directly behind me now and my heart suddenly raced. his face nuzzled into the crook of my neck and i let out a soft huff because it tickled. i think my dad heard it and took it as a sign to mess around with who he thought was my mom…

his lips pressed on my neck now, slowly kissing my soft skin, down to my shoulders. his hands went from my waist up to my chest, rubbing my nipples and gently pinching them. i don’t even think my mom saw that part from beneath the blanket.

i looked over at my mom, still, and she opened the closet door just to mouth, “it’s okay.”

my daddy’s bulge rubbed against my ass and in between my thighs. he was really fooled by my presence and i didn’t want to ruin mommy’s joke. i had to let out some real, yet quiet, moans.

i honestly liked the way i was being touched. i liked the way i was just a toy for daddy.

it wouldn’t be long until daddy pulls down my shorts to slip in his hard cock in my tight hole. i had to hold onto the nearest pillow and moan louder, but as a good daddy, he covered my mouth to keep the noise down..for a daughter he thought was sleeping peacefully in her bedroom.

“fuck, babe. i think you got tighter or something..” he mumbled in his morning voice that somehow made my princess parts tingle even more than it already was. this would last a couple of minutes before i could feel warmness inside me. his groans were loud and repressed from putting his mouth in my neck.

i was so nervous and stiff, but somehow my daddy spun me around to face him. “you’re such a good girl, baby..” he said with an evil smile and a kiss on my forehead. he knew all along.

“april fools!” my mother said, hopping out the closet with a smile and her camera facing us.

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Had some audio request so here it is. Would love to know what you think. This is what is sounds like when Daddy stretches out a good girl...

[irontalephantom]

Thinking about Mommy helping dad fuck me for the first time. You gotta get her warmed up. Rub her clit, good job. Fuck baby your cock is so hard for her, for our little girl. You want her so bad, I tied her up for you so nice. Here let me line your cock up with her pussy. Do you remember the night we made her? You made this pussy. Oh..oh there you go. Good you’re all inside her, look at that little bulge. Gotta fill her up, won’t you baby. Good job. This is good father daughter bonding time.

[irontalephantom]

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Fresh out of grad school!niece x wealthy!uncle where she really needs a place to stay and her uncle owns a building right next to where she works. The only thing is the free apartment is right next door to his. It means that they can hear each other when they have company over or masturbating (bonus points if pervy uncle has been watching his niece with hidden cameras and setting her up for this all along) and one night she gets high on her own and barges over to enthusiastically fuck him

Okay, anon, your mind is great!! I loooooved writing this one <3333

The sound of her own moan echoed back to her through the thin wall, and she froze mid-stroke, her fingers still slick and buried between her thighs. Shit, she thought, her cheeks flushing as she pulled her hand away from her soaked panties. She wasn’t sure if he’d heard her—her uncle, who lived next door—but the thought made her heart race in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

She’d been living in the apartment for just over a week now, a gift from him. “It’s right next to your new job,” he’d said with that charming smile of his, the one that always seemed to linger a little too long. “And it’s mine, so don’t worry about rent.” She’d hesitated at first, but the offer was too good to pass up. Fresh out of grad school, drowning in student loans, and more than a little desperate, she’d taken it.

But now, lying on her bed, her body still throbbing with unspent desire, she wondered if she’d made a mistake. She could hear him moving around in the next apartment, the low murmur of his voice as he talked on the phone, the occasional creak of the floorboards. Had he heard her just now? The idea sent a shiver down her spine, and she squeezed her thighs together, trying to suppress the heat that was creeping back into her core.

She’d always had a complicated relationship with her uncle. He was wealthy, charismatic, and undeniably attractive, with a confidence that bordered on arrogance. He’d always treated her like an adult, even when she was just a teenager, and there was something about the way he looked at her—like she was the only person in the room—that made her feel special.

But there was also something else, something she’d never been able to put into words. A tension that hung in the air whenever they were alone together, a charged energy that made her skin prickle with awareness. She’d always pushed those feelings aside, telling herself that it was just her imagination, but now, lying alone in her new apartment, she couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to it.

She’d tried to ignore the way her body reacted to the sounds coming from his apartment—the soft moans, the heavy breathing, the unmistakable creak of his bedsprings. She’d told herself that it was just her imagination, that she was overthinking things, but the truth was harder to ignore with each passing night. She’d caught herself listening more closely than she should, her breath hitching as she imagined him touching himself, imagining that it was her hands on him instead of his own.

And then there was the weed. She’d never been much of a smoker, but the stress of her new job and the constant, maddening awareness of her uncle’s presence next door had driven her to pick up a joint from a coworker. She’d taken a few hits earlier tonight, just enough to take the edge off, but now, as the warmth spread through her body, she found herself feeling bolder than usual.

Her hand crept back between her thighs, her fingers slipping easily through her slick folds. She bit her lip to stifle another moan, her hips arching off the bed as she circled her clit with practiced precision. She could still hear him moving around next door, and she wondered if he was thinking about her too, if he was lying in bed with his cock in his hand, imagining what she looked like when she came.

The thought was enough to push her over the edge, her body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She muffled her cry with her free hand, her eyes squeezing shut as she rode out the aftershocks. When she finally came down, her chest heaving and her body slick with sweat, she felt a strange mixture of relief and frustration.

She’d been trying to ignore the way she felt about her uncle, but the truth was that she couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was always on her mind, his voice, his smile, the way he looked at her like she was something precious. And now, lying in her bed, her body still humming with pleasure, she knew that she couldn’t keep pretending that it was just her imagination.

She sat up, her heart pounding in her chest as she made a decision. She wasn’t sure what she was going to say or do, but she knew that she couldn’t just sit here and do nothing. She grabbed a robe and wrapped it around herself, her fingers trembling as she tied the belt. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, and then she was out the door, walking down the hallway to his apartment.

She hesitated for a moment outside his door, her hand hovering over the knocker. Her mind was racing, a thousand thoughts and worries swirling through her head, but she pushed them aside. She knocked, the sound echoing through the hallway, and waited.

The door opened a moment later, and there he was, standing in the doorway with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He looked surprised to see her, but not unhappy. “What brings you here at this hour?” he asked, his voice low and smooth.

She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. “I… I needed to talk to you,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

He studied her for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in her flushed cheeks and disheveled hair. Then he stepped aside, gesturing for her to come in. “Of course,” he said, his voice warm and inviting. “Come in.”

She stepped inside, her heart pounding in her chest as he closed the door behind her. She wasn’t sure what she was going to say, but she knew that she couldn’t keep pretending that nothing was happening between them.

He turned to face her, his eyes dark and intense. “So,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “What did you want to talk about?”

She took a deep breath, her hands trembling at her sides. “I… I think you know,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He smirked, his eyes never leaving hers. “Do I?” he asked, stepping closer to her. His presence was overwhelming, the heat of his body so close to hers that she could feel it radiating through her robe.

She swallowed hard, her body trembling with anticipation. “Yes,” she said, her voice shaking slightly. “I think you do.”

He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, and she shivered at the contact. “You’re right,” he said, his voice low and husky. “You’re right.”

She closed her eyes, her breath catching in her throat as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative kiss. It was everything she’d been imagining, everything she’d been fantasizing about, and it was even better than she’d dreamed.

She reached up, her hands tangling in his hair as she kissed him back, her body pressing against his. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers, and she moaned into his mouth, her body melting against his.

He pulled away slightly, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at her. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Yes, please.”

He didn’t wait for her to say more, his hands sliding down to her waist as he pulled her closer, his lips crashing against hers in a hungry, desperate kiss. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her through his pants, and she moaned, her hips grinding against his as she clutched at his shoulders.

He broke the kiss, his hands moving to the belt of her robe as he untied it and pushed it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her, and she shivered under his gaze. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he said, his voice low and husky.

She blushed, her body trembling with anticipation as he reached out, his fingers brushing against her nipple, and she gasped, arching into his touch. He smirked, his fingers pinching her nipple lightly, and she moaned, her hands clutching at his shirt as he lowered his head, his lips closing around her other nipple.

She cried out, her body arching against him as he sucked and teased her nipple, his hands roaming over her body, touching her everywhere. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, her body aching for him, and she reached down, her fingers fumbling with the button of his pants.

He pulled away slightly, his hands covering hers as he guided her fingers, helping her open his pants and push them down. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, and she gasped, her eyes wide as she took him in. He was bigger than she’d imagined, his cock throbbing with need, and she reached out, her fingers wrapping around him, her thumb brushing over the tip.

He groaned, his hips thrusting into her hand as she stroked him, her fingers sliding over his slick precum. He reached down, his hands sliding over her hips as he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her over to the couch, his lips crashing against hers in a desperate, hungry kiss.

He laid her down on the couch, his hands roaming over her body as he kissed her, his lips moving from her mouth to her neck, down to her collarbone. She gasped, her hands clutching at his shoulders as his lips closed around her nipple again, his tongue teasing her as he sucked and nibbled.

His hand slid down her body, his fingers brushing against her wet folds, and she moaned, her hips bucking against his hand as he teased her clit, his fingers sliding through her slickness. She was so wet, her body aching for him, and she cried out, her hands clutching at his hair as he teased her, his fingers sliding inside her.

He pulled his fingers away, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at her. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

She nodded, her body trembling with need. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice shaking with anticipation. “Please, I need you.”

He didn’t wait, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock brushing against her wet folds. She gasped, her body arching against his as he pushed inside her, his thick cock stretching her as he filled her completely.

She cried out, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he pushed deeper, her body accepting him as he thrust into her, his hips slamming against hers. He groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he fucked her, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy as she moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He reached down, his fingers brushing against her clit as he fucked her, his thumb circling her clit as he thrust into her, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. She cried out, her body trembling as he teased her clit, his cock thrusting into her as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.

She was so close, her body trembling with need as she clutched at him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he fucked her, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her scream. She was so close, so close, and then she was coming, her body arching against his as she cried out, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her.

He groaned, his hips slamming against hers as he fucked her through her orgasm, his cock thrusting into her as she came, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her scream. He was close, so close, and then he was coming, his cock pulsing inside her as he came, his hot cum filling her as he groaned, his hips thrusting into her as he came.

They collapsed together, his body covering hers as they tried to catch their breath, their bodies still trembling from the intensity of their orgasms. He kissed her, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tender kiss, and she sighed, her body melting against his as she kissed him back.

“Wow,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with wonder.

He smirked, his fingers brushing against her cheek as he looked down at her. “Wow indeed,” he said, his voice low and husky.

She bit her lip, her body still humming with pleasure as she looked up at him. “So… what now?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

He smirked, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at her. “Now,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “we do it again.”

She gasped, her body trembling with anticipation as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative kiss. She kissed him back, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, her body melting against his as he kissed her, his lips crashing against hers in a hungry, desperate kiss.

She wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, but she knew that she was ready for whatever came. She could feel his hands sliding over her body, his fingers brushing against her skin, and she moaned, her hips arching against his as he kissed her, his lips crashing against hers in a desperate, hungry kiss.

"Again?" she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

"Again," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "And again."

And then he was on her once more, his hands and mouth and body taking her to places she’d never been before.

[irontalephantom]

Laying on your stomach in my bed, wearing a short skirt and no panties, so innocently playing on your phone, knowing I’m going to be home soon.

You’ve been blowing up my phone all day with teasing messages and pictures, knowing that I’m at work and can’t respond to you, forced to glance down during my busy day and hope to catch a break, just to scroll through everything you’ve sent in the bathroom, cock in hand while enjoying my pretty girl.

You hear the bedroom door swing open slow, the hinges creaking slightly as I walk in. You ignore me, knowing exactly what I came in here for. From behind you, the sound of my pants dropping to the ground as I undress is unmistakable, as well as the feeling of the bed shifting as I crawl up behind you, pressing my cock against your ass as I slowly grind against it.

“You’re such a tease, sweet girl, don’t you know that?” I say softly, my hands sliding across your back, pushing your shirt up. My cock presses up against the entrance of your pussy, rubbing along the folds of it as I pick up your wetness. “Such a needy girl, you can’t even handle me being gone for a day so I can make the money to buy you pretty toys?” You put your phone down and press your face against the pillow you’re laying on, suppressing a gentle moan as you feel me pressing harder against you, barely sliding inside your tight hole.

“B-but I missed you, daddy….” You groan into the pillow. You feel my fingers tangle through your hair as I pick your head up off of the pillow, leaning over your back until your eyes strain looking upwards to see my face. “Well, baby, maybe I should just show you how much I missed you too.”

My cock slides all the way into you nice and slowly, making sure you feel every inch of me until you hit the base of my shaft. You bite your lip, letting out a small yelp as I start thrusting into you, moaning in your ear while you clench tightly around my cock, happy to not feel empty anymore. My arm wraps around your neck, hugging you in the crook of my elbow as I thrust my hips faster, smacking into your ass as I pound into you, hearing your little “uh uh uh uh uh”s with each rapid movement, mouth slightly open as drool drips down from your lips onto my arm.

“Fuck, my baby feels so fucking tight around my cock, you must’ve missed this feeling so much while you were all alone, huh?” I groan roughly into your ear. The only response I manage to get from you are more pretty moans and pleads, as you’re already long gone, your brain shut off and only thinking of how nice it feels to take me deep inside of you. I thrust into you more and more, until I’m laying on top of my pretty girl, grinding my cock into your needy cunt, before I wrap my other arm tight around your stomach, and with a moan, cum deep inside of you, my cock twitching as I fill you up completely. I gently release some pressure off of your throat, giving you a break as I lay on top of you, my cock still deep inside of you as our fluids slowly drip drip drip out of your pussy. “You’re such a good girl…” I say, stroking your hair gently as you tilt your head to rest against my arm, just waiting until I get the energy to go another round.

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im in my room studying, when i heard a knock on the door i get up from my seat and open the door to find dad in his suit, he just got back home from work. "mind if I stay here a bit, princess?" he asks in Deep, relaxed voice.

"sure, dad!!" i say in a soft voice as dad enters my room. i follow dad to my bed, he sits on the edge then pulls me on his lap saying "good girl," he wraps his arms around my waist.

"are you studying, baby?" He asks softly, nuzzling my neck slightly. he spreads his thighs a bit to make i sit more comfortably on his lap. His mind is full of dirty thoughts as i feel his hardness under me.

"yes!!" i say happily, his large hands gently knead my hips as he murmurs, "such a smart little thing, aren't you?" He pulls back slightly to look at me with heated eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips. "i bet this studying is important, right? Keeping those grades up?"

i nod to his question softly, and he nods approvingly, his large hands sliding up to my waist. "good girl, keeping your priorities straight." he leans in to press a soft kiss to my forehead. "can I ask you something, sweetheart?" His voice drops an octave, becoming even deeper and more seductive.

"sure, go ahead!" i say softly with a giggle, he chuckles softly, his fingers splaying out across my stomach possessively. "if I were to say that you need to take breaks while studying, would you listen to me?" He looks at you with expectant eyes, his smirk growing wider.

"do you think i need a break?" i ask, wanting to see if i deserve a break or not. He lets out a soft laugh, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts gently through my shirt. "oh, I think you need it, sweetheart." He starts squeezing my tits lightly. "you've been studying for hours without a break, isnt that right?"

"yeah.. youre right," i murmur softly, "see?" He murmurs, his fingers hooking onto my bra and unhooking it effortlessly. He knows im not wearing a pad, my breasts are free and full. "you need a break, baby."

"okay, dad, you know best!!" i say softly, His smirk turns into a full-blown smile at the term 'dad'. He loves it when you call him that. "that's my good girl." He pushes my shirt and bra up, exposing my big, soft tits. "dad's gonna give you a little break, alright?"

"okay~" i say eagerly, he groans appreciatively at the sight of my bare breasts, he leans down and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently while his hands continue to massage and squeeze the soft flesh. "mmm, perfect," he murmurs around my nipple, sending vibrations through my sensitive bud.

i whimper, enjoying the pleasure. "shh..." He soothes, switching to my other nipple, giving it the same loving attention. "see how much better a little break can be?" His hands roam up and down my sides possessively. "dad needs to take care of these beautiful tits too..."

"mmm, dad~" i groan. he chuckles softly, his breath ghosting over my wet nipple as he speaks. "you like when dad plays with your tits, don't you?" He squeezes them gently, testing their weight and softness. "They're so big and perfect..."

"mmm~ yes, dad~" i moan softly. he groans deeply, his cock hardening beneath me as he continues to suck and lick my nipples. "such a good girl for dad." He pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes with lust-filled ones. "do you need more than just this? should dad do something else to help you relax?"

i nod, wanting pleasure. his smile widens, knowing exactly what i need. "of course, sweetheart." He lifts me off his lap and lays me down on the bed, spreading my legs gently. "dad's gonna eat your little pussy now, okay?"

i whimper and nod. he laughs softly, pushing my skirt up and pulling my panties down my thick thighs. he throws them somewhere in the room. he loves how wet i get without any stimulation. He spreads my legs wider and dives in, licking my slit slowly and deeply. "Mmmph..."

i whimper and move my hips slightly. he eats me out slowly and deeply, savoring my taste and the sounds i make. His large hands spread my thighs wider, holding me open for his tongue. "you taste so good, baby..." he mumbles against my pussy before resuming his slow licks and sucks.

i arch. seeing me arch my back, he groans in approval, his tongue diving deeper into my pussy. He sucks on my clit gently, then harder, alternating the pressure to drive me wild. "that's it, baby. let dad take care of this sweet little pussy."

"dad, please~" i moan. he smiles against my wetness, loving how needy i sound. "mmm, such a perfect baby..." He focuses on my clit, sucking and licking it relentlessly as one of his fingers slides inside of me. "dad's got you, sweetheart. just feel."

he adds another finger, curling them inside me to hit that sweet spot. His tongue never stops working my clit, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. "you like dad's fingers in your tight little pussy?" he asks, his voice muffled by my wetness.

"mmm yes, dad~" i reply, moaning. he groans in approval, his fingers moving faster and deeper inside me. "such a good girl for dad. you take these fingers so well." He sucks on my clit harder, knowing im close to orgasm. "dad wants you to come all over his face, princess."

i nod and moan, lost in the sensation of his tongue on me. "that's right, baby..." his tongue moves faster and more insistent on my clit while his fingers fuck me deeper. "let dad feel that pretty pussy tighten around his fingers." He can see my tits bouncing with each movement, making him harder. "come for dad, sweetheart..."

i cum in an instant at his words. "fuck..." he laps up my release hungrily, spreading my legs wider to catch every drop. His fingers slow down inside me as i ride out my orgasm. he loves watching my face contort with pleasure. He pulls his fingers out slowly and sucks them clean, making me whimper again.

i pant heavily, catching my breath. ge watches my chest rise and fall rapidly. He knows im sensitive now. He spreads my legs wider again, his eyes fixed on my pussy. He loves how swollen and red my little pussy is from his mouth and fingers. He has an unfiltered thought and decides to voice it. "baby?"

"yes, dad?" i reply breathlessly. "dad has an idea..." He swallows hard, his mind racing with the thought. He looks up at me with those puppy eyes, making him look more innocent than he feels at the moment. "can dad try something else with his baby's little pink princess?"

i nod and he smiles mischievously, his hands gently parting my thighs even wider. He leans down, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh as he whispers, "dad's going to try something new with his baby's pretty little pussy. Just relax and let dad take care of you, okay?"

"okay, dad!" i say as he spreads my legs as wide as they can go, making my pussy gaping slightly. He watches my little hole twitch, making him harder. He decides to try something. He spits on my pussy, watching the saliva slide down to my entrance.

i whimper. and he takes a deep breath, his heart racing with excitement and nerves. He slowly pushes his tongue inside my pussy, going as deep as he can. He wiggles his tongue inside me, exploring your inner walls. He can feel my legs shaking on either side of his head. "Fuck..."

"dad, please~" i moan and he moans back, his tongue buried inside me, the sound vibrating against my sensitive walls. He starts to fuck me with his tongue, pushing in and out rapidly, mimicking actual penetration. His hands grip mt thighs tightly to keep me spread open for him. "Mmph..."

i moan loudly, enjoying the pleasure. he hums against my pussy, the vibrations driving me wild. he curls his tongue inside me, hitting that spot that makes my eyes roll back. he's completely lost in eating me out, his face buried between mt thighs. "dad's baby tastes so fucking good..." he murmurs against my folds.

he continues to tongue fuck me, his saliva mixing with my juices. He can feel me getting close again. He pulls out of my pussy suddenly, making me whimper in protest. He looks up at me with a mischievous grin. "dad wants to try something else, baby."

i nod, wanting pleasure.

he sits up, his cock straining against his pants. He undoes his fly, pulling out his hard, throbbing member. He strokes it slowly as he looks at me. "dad's cock is so hard from eating your little pussy. want dad to fuck you with it, baby?"

i nod eagerly. he groans at my eager response, his cock twitching in his hand. He strokes it a few more times before positioning himself between my legs. He rubs the head of his cock against my clit, coating it in my juices. "such a good little girl for dad," he says, his voice filled with lust.

i groan. he loves seeing my face contort with pleasure as he teases my clit with his big, throbbing head. He presses it harder against me, grinding in small circles until im squirming underneath him. "dad's big dick is going to stretch out this little pussy, baby."

"please stretch me, dad~" i moan desperarly. he groans possessively, his hands gripping my thighs tightly as he starts to push his thick head inside me. He watches as my tiny hole stretches around his big, round head, his eyes rolling back in his head. "dad's baby is going to be so sore afterwards..."

i moan as he enter, he inches deeper inside me, watching as my small pussy struggles to accommodate his size. He pops past mt tight ring, making me gasp softly "shh, baby... dad's not even fully in yet." He starts to slowly thrust, his thick cock stretching my tight walls.

He's only halfway in and im already so tight and warm around him. He can barely move without wanting to cum already. He pulls out a little and then slams back in, making me cry out. "dad's going to wreck this little pussy,"

"please wreck me, dad~ please use me~" i moan and his control snaps. he pulls out almost all the way and then slams back in hard, making my small body shake. He starts to pound into me like a sex doll, his thick length destroying my tight little hole. He spreads my legs wider apart, going even deeper.

i moan as he's hitting my deepest spot now, making me scream with every thrust. he loves how my small body is bouncing up and down on his dick, my tits shaking. "dad's going to fill up this little pussy with so much cum, baby..."

i nod, moaning loudly as he starts to fuck me faster, his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust. the sound of my wet pussy noises fills the room, alongside my desperate moans. "who's a good girl taking dad's big cock so well? Hmm?" He continues drilling into me relentlessly.

"me~ im a good girl, dad~" i say moaning loudly. he groans deeply, my words making him even more turned on. he leans down, his body pressing against mine as he continues to fuck me hard. "such a good little slut for dad, aren't you? taking this big cock like such a good girl."

his pace turns savage. he spreads my legs wider apart, hitting that spot deep inside me with each thrust. my moans get louder, my small body convulsing slightly. He knows im close again. he pulls out slightly and then slams back in hard, making my tits bounce.

"yes please, dad~" i moan desperately. he wraps his big, strong arms around my tiny waist and pulls me onto him even harder, making me take his whole length deeper than ever before. He can feel me starting to tighten around him, getting ready to be filled with his seed again. "dad's going to breed you now,"

"please, dad, breed me~" i say and with a final deep thrust, he buries his huge length inside me completely, his massive balls pressing against my tiny hole. He starts to shoot his hot, thick cum deep inside my pussy, filling m3 completely. "dad's going to breed this little pussy full of cum~"

i moan as dad spanks my small ass cheek hard, leaving a red handprint. He spreads ny cheeks apart and presses his still hard, cum-covered cock against my tiny little back hole. "dad's going to take this tight little ass next, baby." He starts to push in slowly

"please~" i moan at the sudden stretch. he groans deeply as he feels my tight little asshole stretching around his big, round head. He knows how small and virgin my ass is, making it even more of a turn on. "such a good little slut for dad, letting him take this tight little ass." he starts to push in deeper

i moan as ye slowly works his way inside, my tight asshole gripping him like a vice. ge can feel every inch of me as he pushes deeper. once he's halfway in, he stops and gives my ass another hard spank. "take dad's big cock in this tiny little ass, baby."

he wraps his hand in my hair and pulls my head back sharply, arching my back and pushing my ass out further. he uses the leverage to start fucking my ass in long, deep strokes. "look at you, taking dad's big cock in this tiny little hole."

"i love being your slut, dad~" i moan and he groans loudly, loving how i submit to him completely, calling myself dad's slut. he pulls harder on my hair, forcing my ass back against him with each deep thrust. "that's right, you're dad's dirty little slut~ taking this huge cock so well."

i moan as he watches my small body get tossed around by his rough thrusts. He spanks my ass again, making it jiggle. He loves how his big length looks going in and out of mt tiny little asshole. He pulls harder on mt hair, making you arch my back deeper.

"mmm~ dad~" i moan. he growls possessively at the sound of his title on my lips, his pace becoming even more brutal. He lets go of my hair to grab your hips tightly, using them as handles to slam into me mercilessly. "fuck, this little ass was made for dad's cock~"

He pulls my hips back against him roughly, his thick length pounding my tiny hole. he looks down to see his huge length disappearing into my small, round ass. he loves how i arch my back to take him deeper. ge starts to spank my reddening ass again and i moan.

"im gonna cum, dad, please~" i moan desperately. he hears my desperate moans, knowing im getting close to cumming while taking his cock in my tight ass. he grabs a handful of my hair again, fucking me harder. "look at you, about to cum while getting fucked in the ass by dad~ such a good little slut~"

As he feels my tiny body shudder and clamp down around his throbbing cock, he knows ive cum hard. He doesn't stop fucking that convulsing ass though, determined to work me through your orgasm. "That's it, cum on Daddy's big dick like a good little slut~"

i moan loudly as he continues to pound into me relentlessly, making sure i milk every last drop of pleasure from my orgasm. He feels his own release building, his cock throbbing intensely inside my tight hole. "dad's gonna fill this you up now~" He pulls out suddenly, making me gasp.

he suddenly flips me over onto your back and gets between my legs, his massive length hovering over my tiny, red asshole. ge starts to jerk his thick shaft quickly, his face contorting with pleasure. "open your mouth, baby~ dad's gonna paint your pretty face and body with his cum~"

i open my mouth eagerly as ge watches my mouth open wide, waiting for his cum. he strokes himself faster, his abdominal muscles tightening. he throws his head back with a deep growl as hot, white streams of cum shoot out, covering your face, hair, and chest. he watches as some lands on your tits and stomach as well.

i take some of the cum with my fingers and suck on it while looking at dad, my gaze innocent. his eyes roll back in pleasure as he watches me suck his cum off my fingers, your innocent face covered in his cum. he groans deeply, his softening cock twitching at the sight. "fuck... look at my dirty little angel, eating dad's cum so prettily~"

"hehe, thank you, dad" i say as i pant heavily.

[irontalephantom]

Incest Fantasy: Making Father Fuck me

It must have started a month ago, on the fateful Sunday morning.

It was a typical morning, the crack of dawn, before another boring Sunday that I had no doubt would prove uneventful.

I slowly got out of bed and walked out of my room; heading over to the bathroom to start my morning. However, I my groggy and dazed state, I failed to realize that someone was currently in the bathroom; as I swung the door wide open.

“Oi! Close the door already fire cracker!” Yelled out my father, as I stood right there in shock.

There standing with nothing on, was my father; fresh out of the shower and still covered in warm water. My eyes worked down my father body, from his amity buff chest, strong muscular arms, and then down to his waist.

Then my eyes landed on the object between my father thighs. There throbbing with clear veins, and a perfectly shaped bell-end, was my father’s erected cock. My father’s words from before seemed to less impactful, as the morning wood twitched, moving enough to make the hot piece of meat swing back and forth.

“Dang it firecracker snap out of it and get close the door!” Said my father, as he grabbed a towel, and covered himself up.

My stupor came to an end, when I felt my body being pushed back, and a rush of air hit me; as the bathroom door was slammed shut. I blink a few times, slowly returning back to reality; as a deep blush formed on my face.

I decided to head back to my room and wait a little longer to take my shower.

After that morning, the next few days the interactions between me and my father; were a complete awkward mess.

My father was a carefree man, that always seemed to have the ability to move on from just about everything. In stark contrast, was me; his only daughter. I always seemed to go back to the Sunday morning, every time I spoke to my father.

Even now, as I we sat together on the dinner table. I couldn’t help but think about my fathers attractive naked body, even when spoke to me about my day at school, I only gave him half hearted answers to his questions, as I wasn’t focused on the conversation. It was the thoughts of his big fat throbbing cock that I was focused on.

As I went back to eating my food, rubbing my thighs together; as they got wetter, and wetter.

As the days went by, I feelings for my father had turned from a mild obsession, into a full-blown crush. I spent so much of my time now, just thinking about my father; it should be a crime. I took every opportunity to gaze at my father.

Today, I decided to go to the gym with my father.

At first, I only went to do my regular work out, something I did to just keep myself healthy and little in shape. Yet, throughout my whole work out, I was completely unfocused; with my eyes wandering to the other side of the gym.

There in just gym shorts, and a green vest, was my father; and his muscular frame flexing as he lifted numerous weights around him.

Even as I did my workouts and spoke with the friends I had at the gym. My attention was always on my father. I watched as he spoke with many, older woman at the gym, giving them hated glares as they seemed to flirt with my father.

Which made me unyieldingly jealous.

As the day at the gym ended, and I got into the car with my father to drive home, I was again unfocused to the words my father spoke during are conversations; my eyes-only gaze at my father arms, and eventually going down to his gym shorts staring at the bulge that was his soft cock.

“Another week? Honey, you’ve been on gone for two weeks?! When are you- No! I think you should be home!”

Once again, I was listen to another of my father and mothers phone arguments. I couldn’t help but feel a rush of anger, not related to the fact that my mother was once again, going to be out of the country for an extended period of time. Rather, it was the anger, that I felt for my father being neglected once again by my mother.

Did she just not care? Her husband was here at home, not wasting away from not having his beloved next to him in bed every night. Clearly, she had forgotten her priority of being a good housewife.

“Sigh, you know what its fine. I love you honey good night.” My father said with a rushed annoyed tone, slamming his cell phone on the kitchen counter and matching over to the fridge to grab a beer.

I watched from the dinner table as my father stormed off into the living room, and sat on the couch, opening up his beer, and turning the TV on to watch a baseball game. I look on at the man, who at this point, had my heart a body in burning attraction. I slowly got up from table and headed upstairs for a change of clothes.

I can’t help but smile, as I changed into something so risky and yet so normal for around the house. I knew that this would make my father look at me.

When I got down stairs, I made sure to enter the living room, not making a sound until I was right next to my father. As I slowly walked in front of the TV, giving my father a side ways glance; seeing the look of both shock, and curiosity in his eyes as I sat down next to him on the couch.

I knew that my father was glancing over at my every chance he could get. I made sure to wear something that would definitely, make his pants feel tighter than before. My chest was covered by a hoodie, while my lower region was only covered by a set of filly panties.

“H-honey what have I told you about no pants in the house.” I hear my father say with a nervous tone. “I’m sure your mother would be upset abou-“ My father continued, only to be cut off by my lips pressing against his.

I felt a surge of energy race from my lips and to the rest of my body, and I wrapped my arms around my father neck, as he sat there with wide eyes, and a still body, as I parted his lips with my tongue and invaded his mouth.

The kiss seemed to only get more and more heated and feel better and better. I felt my chest and crotch getting hotter then I though possible. Here I was making out with the man, that I called a father. Not feeling any shame that it was behind my mother back, not feeling sick from the taboo nature of what I was doing; I only felt immense pleasure thought my body as my tongue swirled around my fathers.

When are kiss finally broke off, I looked into my father’s. What I expected to see, was shock and shame, with a little bit of confliction on what he should do next. Instead, what I saw was pure sexual lust, that seemed to piece into my mind.

My father made is first move, taking hold of the zipped on my hoodie. I shiver knowing what was going to be revealed to my father, as he slowly pulled the zipper down I felt the cool air of the room against my bare chest; showing off the lack of bra meant to cover my modest bust. I keep my eyes on my father, nodding my head; a signal of permission to what that what he was doing was allowed and wanted.

“Mmm~ You like that sweetie?” The question was asked with a husky and heated voice, as my father lips pressed against my neck and down my bosom.

With just a simple nod of my head, my father pushed to my back and bring himself over me. I couldn’t help by giggle and yelp in shock from the sudden passionate response from my father. Now, all that I could do was moan and squeal, as my father licked and suck my naked breasts.

I moaned with uncontrollably, as my father’s tongue slithered around my hardened nipples, I sucked in air through my teeth, as his teeth nibbled them; only to let out a heated and lustful moan when he starts to suck on them.

But this assault on my breasts wouldn’t last, as my father gazed up at my panting and flushed face. He wanted to be in control, absolute control. The look in his eyes, made that all to clear. I could only think for a short moment through more moans, as my father start to kiss down my chest, moving closer to the edge of my panties; why my mother would not come home to the receive this pleasure all the time?

Unlike with my bosom, the feelings that came from between my legs, as my fathers tongue slide against my more the sopping folds; was simply breath taking.

The sensation was like a bolt of electricity, a shock that just seemed to send my body into a frenzy of pleasure. I brought my clenched hand to my mouth, biting down on it, only to open my mouth with a heated moan; as my father tongue lapped at my hard clitoris.

My back arches as I felt the pleasure of my father tonguing. I felt my first climax, as my father’s lips pressed against my sensitive mound. My moaning sounding more like a heated scream echoing through the house, as my face felt the spray of juices from my orgasm.

“Are you ready this sweetie?” I heard my father say with a caring, yet lust filled voice. “Cause, if this is your first time. Its going to hurt.”

I knew that tone better than anyone else, as my father pressed the tip of his cock against my wet folds; causing me to shudder from the hot sensation on my lower lips. I felt a warmth radiate even more on my face, as my mind thought about what my father was going to do.

I look between my father and my open legs, his hands holding my thighs, keeping me spread open. My eyes however, stayed glued to the site of my father throbbing length; still pressed against my we slit; waiting for my answer, to complete its biological task.

With my mind made up, I look back up, staring into my father eyes. My own gaze must have been filled with lust, as I nodded my head, lifted my arms and wrapped around my father neck, and press my lips against his; as he penetrates me virgin folds.

I felt every inch inside of my father impressive cock spreading my insides, as it slides into my wet depths. The moan that escaped my mouth, was filled with relief and pleasure. I had dreamed, and imagined this feeling, practicing with some my objects and toys.

Yet, nothing compared to the sensation of my father’s entire manhood, now fully enveloped by my formally virgin pussy.

“Ahh~ Sweetie, your so tight.” Said my father. His hard cock now completely sheathed inside me. “Are you ready for me to move?”

I look at my father, and node my head, giving him the indication that I was ready for him. I feel his hips pull away from me; pulling his cock away from my inner depths and making me shiver. This shiver was soon joined by heated moan, as my father bucked his hips forward; and plunged his cock back into my depths.

The living room was now a mess of sexual primal noises. My moans and grunts only seemed to make my father eagerly fuck me, while his grunts and moan; only made me hornier and even more wet then before.

Through the furious thrusting of my father’s hips, I felt my father gaze on my sweaty and sexually excited face. Looking up, I could see that his eyes where indeed fully focused on me. When are lips once again met for another heated exchange, I felt a shock of pure electricity race through my spin.

This was heaven, this must have been a what sex was always meant to feel like. I didn’t want this to end, I didn’t want my father’s cock to leave my pussy. I couldn’t help the tears that escaped the corners of my eyes.

“Hraaah~ God! I’m cumming sweetie! I’m cumming!” Said my father with a deep husky voice. “I’m gonna cum outside you ok?” He finished, preparing himself to leave my womanhood.

With out hesitation, I put my arms around my father neck, and my silky legs around his rear; preventing him from unsheathing from my wet and throbbing pussy. My father took this as a sign to not leave my pussy for any reason. This must have been the case, as my father thrusting only increased in intensity; as he grunted like a beast against my ear.

I felt something building in my core, as my pussy was pounded by my father’s hot rod now. This wasn’t the same love making as before, with my father cock throbbing like mad; this was my father fucking me.

When my father finally climaxed, I to join him at the top of the mountain of pleasure. Are bodies staying pressed together in blissful union; as my father pumped his hot spunk into my ever-accepting depths.

When the last of my father seed splashed into my womb, I felt the fullness of that my father cock had given me retreat. I merely whimper from the lose of the sensation, only to moan when it left; leaving me with the sensation of his hot spunk inside me.

I look up at my father, seeing his sweat covered face, that was panting from the heat of are sexual endeavor. He spoke no words, as he looked at my wet pussy. The site of blood, and white liquid leaking out from between my sensitive folds.

Without hesitation, I take my hand and plunge my fingers into the freshly fucked hole that my father left stained with his cum. My face contorting into that of a sexually crazed expression. Bring a clearly shocked and aroused face, that I could see through lust filled eyes.

“Mmmmm~ F-father! P-please! Ahhh~ Give… Give me more! Ahhh~ I want you fuck me all night!”

The words left my mouth without any forth thought. They were just words that cared the feelings I had held since the day I laid eyes on father and his impressive cock. They were words that had the edge of incestuous taboo in them.

They were words that made my body heat up in unbelievable arousal.

They were words that would start the incestuous relationship between me, and my father.

The End

[irontalephantom]

Daddy’s Appetite 6

Her father followed her into the bathroom as she started the shower for herself. Andrea smiled watching him with his back turned, pissing in the toilet. She didn’t know why the image made her smile, other than she craved more than just sex with her father. She craved other intimate moments, or moments only shared by couples. He finished, closed the lid to the toilet and sat down, and now he was smiling at the image of her. Naked, her blonde hair down her back, as she reached her hand into the shower to test the temperature of the water. He stared at her ass, her cute plump little ass. 

Andrea looked over her shoulder to him sitting down and giggled. “What are you doing?”

He shrugged. “Any second I can spend looking at that body, I’m gonna take it” he said with a smirk. Imagining her tummy with a tiny little bulge. How cute she’d look knocked up. He knew he shouldn’t want to get her pregnant, but he did. He really, really, did. 

Andrea stepped inside the shower and closed the glass door, smiling as she pressed her hands to the glass and then her chest.  Her father smiling back at her as she pressed her small tits to the glass. Andrea kissed the glass, and giggled. Then turned and stood under the water. 

He watched her lather her hair, lather her body, rinsing the suds from her hair, watching the soapy water trail down her. He smiled watching her bend over while shaving her legs, the shower starting to fog the glass. 

He got up, walked to the bedroom, grabbing his phone, and walked back to the bathroom, and opened up the shower door. He snapped a few pictures of her, her body soaking wet. Andrea stood up from shaving her other leg and laughed seeing him taking pictures, holding out her hand.

“stop it!” she squealed and laughed as he snapped more. 

“Cmon, stop” she giggled and stuck out her tongue. 

He pressed record and took a video of her as she giggled still and looked at her.

“Is my little girl getting all cleaned up?” He asked from behind the camera.

Andrea smiled and nodded. “Yes” 

He aimed the camera down her body, as he reached into the shower and grabbed her butt. Andrea giggling, swatting his hand away. 

“What if mom comes upstairs?” she asked shooing his hand away as it grabbed for her again.

He laughed slightly. “Didn’t seem to bother you much when Daddy was fucking you just a few minutes ago.” he said slapping her ass “Naughty girl”

Andrea gasped and giggled. He focused the camera on her face now, and he smiled watching her face on the screen , as drops of water rolled down her face and skin.  

“What a way to wake up…” he said regarding his daughter coming into his room.

“Youre going to need to start doing that for daddy, every, morning..” he said touching her face. “Pretty girl” he said rubbing his thumb on the side of her cheek as she smiled looking up at him. 

Andrea turned her face slightly and wrapped her mouth around his thumb and started sucking, holding his hand lower arm, with both her hands as she whirled her tongue around his thumb and sucked on it looking into his phone camera. 

“Mmmmm…you showing the camera how you suck Daddys cock?” he asked.

Andrea smiled, and stepped out of the shower, dripping wet and kneeled on the white bathroom rug, and looked up at her father.

“no, but I can…” she smirked and took his cock into her hand slowly jerking him off.

“Mmmm, that’s my girl…” he said grinning, aiming the camera at her. 

“Show everyone how much you love Daddys cock in that pretty mouth…” he groaned as her tongue licked up along the shaft.

“Show them why Daddy’s going to make you his new wife someday..” he groaned as Andrea wrapped her mouth around the head of his cock and began sucking him slowly, moaning with his cock in her mouth. 

“That’s my girl…..there you go…..yes baby….all the way….there you go….” he groaned as Andrea worked as much of his cock as she could into her mouth, shoving his thick cock as far she could into the back of her mouth and throat. 

He groaned loudly. “Good fucking girl” he said placing his hand on the back of her head with his free hand as her mouth slipped up and down his cock, sucking him a little faster, he thrust now into her mouth, aiming the camera at her as put her hands on his hips, forcing her mouth to move faster, her father still also fucking her mouth.

He groaned. “ Such a good girl…” he gripped her hair in his hand. “You suck Daddy’s cock so good …..mmm..like you were fucking born to do it baby….all the way” he said pushing his cock deep into her mouth and throat, making her gag and choke, and fucking her face like this, over and over. 

“You like choking on daddys big dick dont you baby?” he groaned , pulling out, letting the camera catch her mouth gasping as he took his cock out and her saliva, dripping from her mouth. 

“Messy little girl…” he said slapping the head of his cock over her lips, andrea opening her mouth. He grinned slapping her open mouth. “Such a good little cocksucker…” he teased her mouth with his cock.  “Tell the camera how much you love daddys dick in that mouth…”

“I love it..” she whined her tongue reaching out to lick the head of his cock near her mouth, her father slapping it on her tongue and then on the side of her face. He grinned, watching her mouth open again, wanting his cock back inside of it.

“Mmmm” he said watching her hand slip between her legs, and rub her pussy. “Sucking daddy’s dick makes that little pussy wet doesnt it?” 

Andrea nodded and bit her lip looking at the camera. 

“I’m so horny” she whined, rubbing her pussy looking up at him. 

“Mmmm I know baby….you’re always horny for Daddy’s cock arent you?” he asked. 

Andrea nodded. “Fuck my mouth Daddy” she said moving her hand, both of them grabbing his hips again, as he grabbed her by the back of her head and forced his cock into her mouth again. Andrea’s moans muffled as she choked her, pushing it back into her throat hard.

“Mmmmm fuck…” he groaned. “Make me cum….make me cum baby…” he said moving his hand from her head letting Andrea do her work. He groaned watching her perfect mouth making inches of his cock disappear , her one hand cupping his balls, the other working the base of his cock that she could fit in her mouth. Her hand sliding up and down, stroking his cock as she sucked him off, looking up at him.

“God baby….that’s it….ungh…fuck…daddys gonna cum….daddys gonna cum” he said grabbing his cock and pulling out, stroking it.

“close your eyes” he said just in time, as Andrea closed her eyes and her father began to cum all over her face, Andrea opening her mouth, letting him aim one of the shots into her mouth, she pushed it out with her tongue, letting his cum drip over her lip, making a mess with his cum. He groaned watching her as she licked her lips, her eyes shut, one of them with a stream of cum over it. Carefully opening her eyes and looking up at him, Andrea smiled. 

“I just showered Daddy” she grinned. 

[irontalephantom]

love your writing, genuinely one of the hottest accounts I’ve ever come across.

request for a dad eating out his daughter?all she can do is helplessly moan out “dad, dad, no, this is so wrong/disgusting,” while grinding into his face, and every time he looks up at her, he just sees her perfect tits and a younger version of his wife, and that sets him off every time until he can’t take it anymore and he starts humping her, letting their slick mix

Thank you so much, love xxx

She shifted on the couch, her laptop balanced on her knees, but the words on the screen blurred together. She couldn’t focus. Her thoughts kept drifting, circling around something she didn’t want to acknowledge.

He sat across from her in the armchair, his eyes fixed on the TV. At least, he pretended to be watching. She could feel his gaze flicker toward her every few seconds, lingering a little too long before he looked away. It wasn’t the first time she’d noticed it, but tonight it felt different. Heavier. Like the air itself was holding its breath.

She crossed her legs, tugging the hem of her shorts down, but that only seemed to draw more attention to her legs. She could see it in the way his jaw tightened, the way his fingers twitched against the armrest. She knew she shouldn’t—knew it was wrong—but she couldn’t help the way her body responded. A flush crept up her neck, her skin prickling with a heat she couldn’t explain.

“Dad,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

He looked up, his eyes dark, unreadable. “Yeah?”

She hesitated, her throat dry. “Do you… do you think we should talk about something?”

He tilted his head, his gaze piercing. “About what?”

She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. “I don’t know. It’s just… lately, I’ve been feeling like…” Her voice trailed off, and she glanced away, unable to hold his stare.

He didn’t say anything for a moment, just watched her, his expression unreadable. Then he stood, slowly, deliberately, and crossed the room. He sat down on the couch beside her, close enough that she could feel the heat of his body, smell the faint scent of his cologne. It made her head spin.

“Like what?” he asked, his voice low, almost a growl.

She couldn’t look at him. She couldn’t. But she could feel him leaning in, his breath warm against her ear.

“Dad,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “This is… this is so wrong.”

But she didn’t move. Didn’t pull away.

His hand touched her thigh, his fingers sliding under the hem of her shorts, and she gasped, her body betraying her. She wanted this. Wanted it so badly it hurt.

“You don’t mean that,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck. “I know you don’t.”

She shook her head, trying to deny it, but the words caught in her throat. His hand moved higher, tracing the curve of her hip, and she let out a shaky breath, her body trembling.

“Dad,” she whimpered, her voice barely audible. “Please… we can’t…”

But he wasn’t listening. His fingers slid beneath her panties, and she moaned, unable to stop herself. It was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so good.

He pushed her back against the couch, his mouth crashing down on hers, and she gasped into the kiss, her hands clutching at his shoulders. He tasted like whiskey and something darker, something dangerous, and it made her blood burn.

She could feel him grinding against her, his erection pressing into her thigh, and she whimpered, her hips rolling instinctively. She wanted more. Needed more.

“Tell me to stop,” he growled against her lips, his hand sliding between her legs. “Say the word, and I’ll stop.”

But she couldn’t. She wouldn’t.

He pushed her shorts down, his fingers finding her wet and ready, and she cried out, her back arching off the couch. He chuckled low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver down her spine.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmured, his fingers sliding through her folds. “You want this, don’t you? Admit it.”

She shook her head, her face burning with shame, but her body told a different story. Her hips moved against his hand, every touch sending sparks through her veins.

“Dad,” she moaned, her voice breaking. “This is so… disgusting…”

He smirked, his eyes dark with desire. “Then why are you grinding into my hand like a little slut?”

Her eyes widened, but before she could respond, he was on his knees, pulling her legs over his shoulders. She tried to protest, tried to push him away, but when his tongue touched her, she screamed, her hands fisting in his hair.

It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. His tongue was rough, relentless, and she could feel herself unraveling with every stroke. She was so close, so close, and then he pulled away, leaving her trembling on the edge.

“Dad!” she cried, her voice desperate. “Please… don’t stop…”

He looked up at her, his lips glistening, and she could see the hunger in his eyes. His fingers dug into her thighs, holding her open for him as he leaned in again, his tongue sliding over her clit in slow, deliberate strokes.

Her back arched, her hands clawing at the cushions as she came apart beneath him. She could hear herself moaning his name, over and over, but she couldn’t stop. It was too much, too hard, and yet she never wanted it to end.

When he finally pulled away, she was a trembling, panting mess. He stood, his jeans unzipped, and she could see the bulge straining against the fabric. Her breath hitched, her body still pulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

“Dad,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “We can’t… we shouldn’t…”

But he was already pushing her legs apart, settling between them. She could feel the tip of his cock pressing against her, and she let out a soft whimper, her body instinctively arching toward him.

“You want this,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips. “Don’t lie to me.”

She shook her head, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t push him away.

He thrust into her, hard and deep, and she cried out, her nails digging into his back. It hurt, but it was a good kind of hurt, the kind that made her body come alive. She could feel him inside her, filling her, and it was everything she’d never known she wanted.

“Dad,” she moaned, her hips rocking against his. “It’s so… wrong…”

But he wasn’t listening. He was too lost in the feel of her, too consumed by the heat of her body.

He looked down at her, his eyes darkened with lust, and she could see the way he was struggling to hold back. Every time their eyes met, it was like a spark igniting, setting them both on fire.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, his hands moving up to cup her breasts. “Just like her…”

Her breath caught, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew who he was talking about. Knew it without him having to say it.

“Dad,” she moaned, her voice trembling. “Please… harder…”

He chuckled, his hips snapping against hers with a force that made her cry out.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck. “Fuck me like the dirty little girl you are.”

She whimpered, her body moving with his, every thrust bringing her closer to the edge. She could feel him unraveling, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, and she knew he was close. So was she.

“Dad!” she screamed, her body convulsing around him. “I’m gonna… cum…”

He groaned, his hips thrusting into her with a fierce intensity, and she could feel him pulsing inside her, filling her with his warmth.

It was too much. Too everything.

“Dad,” she whimpered, her body trembling with the aftershocks. “What have we done…”

But he didn’t answer. He just kissed her, deep and passionate, his hands tangled in her hair. And she knew, in that moment, that this was only the beginning.

[irontalephantom]

Can we have very sweet and loving daddy X daughter?

I really enjoyed writing this one <333

She stood at the edge of the bed, her back to him, trembling ever so slightly. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, a tension that had been building for years—one that neither of them had dared to address. Until now.

His voice broke the silence, low and tender. “Come here, sweetheart.” It wasn’t a command, but an invitation, one that carried the warmth of a thousand memories—of bedtime stories whispered in the dark, of scraped knees kissed better, of a love so deep it ached.

She hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. Should I? she thought, her mind a storm of doubt and desire. But then she turned, her eyes meeting his, and something in his gaze made her step forward. It wasn’t just longing she saw there; it was safety, a promise that no matter what, he would always protect her.

As she reached him, he reached out, his large hand enveloping hers. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if she were the most precious thing in the world. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. She felt her cheeks flush, her breath catching in her throat. She had never heard him speak to her like this before, and it made her feel… exposed. Vulnerable. But in the best way.

He pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her waist as she stood between his knees. She could feel the warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart against her chest. “Tell me what you need,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. His voice was soothing, but there was an edge to it, a hunger that sent shivers down her spine.

She didn’t know how to answer. What do I need? she wondered, her mind a swirl of confusion and want. But then she looked into his eyes again, and the words spilled out before she could stop them. “I need you.”

His expression softened, a tender smile playing on his lips. “You have me,” he said, his hand cupping her cheek. “Always.”

She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as his thumb brushed against her lower lip. It was such a simple gesture, but it sent a jolt of electricity through her, lighting every nerve on fire. “Daddy…” she breathed, the word slipping out before she could stop it. It felt different this time, not like when she was a child, but heavier, layered with a meaning she didn’t fully understand.

His response was immediate, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “That’s right, baby,” he said, his voice rough with want. “I’m here for you. Always.”

She felt his other hand slide down her back, pressing her closer to him. The friction of their bodies sent a wave of heat through her, pooling low in her belly. She could feel him, hard against her, and the realization made her gasp. “Daddy, I…” She didn’t know how to finish the sentence, didn’t know how to put into words what she was feeling.

But he didn’t need words. He could see it in her eyes, in the way her body trembled against his. “Shh,” he soothed, his lips brushing against her forehead. “I’ve got you. Just let me take care of you.”

Her breath hitched as he leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was anything but innocent. It was slow, deliberate, each movement of his mouth against hers sending sparks of pleasure through her body. She kissed him back, hesitantly at first, then with a growing urgency as the fire inside her burned hotter.

His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve as if he were memorizing her. When he reached the hem of her shirt, he paused, his eyes searching hers for permission. “Can I?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, her heart pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it. He lifted the shirt over her head, his breath catching as he took her in. “God, you’re perfect,” he said, his voice filled with awe. She blushed, feeling self-conscious under his gaze, but he quickly put her at ease, his hands moving to the clasp of her bra.

When it fell away, exposing her to him, she expected him to pounce, to take what he wanted. But he didn’t. Instead, he took his time, his eyes drinking her in as if she were a masterpiece. “So beautiful,” he murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to her collarbone. The touch was feather-light, but it sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.

Her hands found their way to his chest, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. She wanted to see him, to feel his skin against hers. He let her take the lead, his hands stilling as she worked, her fingers trembling with every button she undid. When his shirt finally fell open, she gasped, her eyes widening at the sight of him. He was every bit as perfect as she had imagined, his chest broad and strong, his skin warm beneath her touch.

She pressed her palms against him, relishing the feel of his heartbeat beneath her fingers. “Daddy…” she whispered again, her voice shaky with need.

He groaned, his hands tightening on her waist. “You’re killing me, baby,” he said, his voice strained. “But I want this to be about you. Tell me what you want.”

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and pleading. “Touch me,” she begged, her voice barely audible. “Please, Daddy, touch me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His hand slid down her body, his fingers brushing against her panties. She gasped, her hips bucking instinctively at the contact. “You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “All for me.”

She nodded, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, finding her sensitive flesh. The first touch was electric, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. “Daddy!” she cried, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear as his fingers explored her. “Let me make you feel good.”

She was lost in the sensation, every stroke of his fingers driving her closer to the edge. Her hips moved against his hand, seeking more, needing more. “Please, Daddy,” she whimpered, her voice breaking. “I need… I need…”

He knew what she needed. With a growl, he lifted her onto the bed, his body following hers as he hovered above her. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “All mine.”

She nodded, her eyes locked on his as he positioned himself at her entrance. “Are you ready, baby?” he asked, his voice soft but laced with intensity.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her body trembling with anticipation. “Please…”

He pushed into her slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size. She gasped, her nails digging into his back as he filled her completely. “God, you feel amazing,” he groaned, his breath hot against her neck. “So tight, so perfect.”

She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper as he began to move. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, building until she thought she might burst. “Daddy!” she cried, her voice breaking as she clung to him. “I’m so close…”

He kissed her hard, his tongue tangling with hers as he drove her closer to the edge. “Come for me, baby,” he growled, his voice sending shivers down her spine. “Let me feel you.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. With a cry, she shattered, her body convulsing around him as he continued to move, chasing his own release. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “So beautiful.”

And then he was there, his body stiffening as he found his own release, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered her name.

[irontalephantom]

Would you be interested in writing about a daughter who wants her dad and a dad who knows it’s wrong but can’t help but to be aroused at her behavior?

I started writing and I kept going lol so it got a bit long. Hope you enjoy <333

“Dad, you can’t keep pretending this isn’t happening.” Her voice was soft, but firm, cutting through the silence of the dimly lit living room. She leaned against the back of the couch, her body angled just enough to catch the way his eyes flickered toward her. The tension between them was palpable, thick enough to choke on. “I can see the way you look at me. I know you feel it too.”

He froze, his hand hovering over the glass of whiskey he’d been nursing. The ice cubes clinked faintly as he set it back down, his throat tightening. “Stop it,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She stepped closer, her bare feet silent against the hardwood floor. The hem of her dress swayed with each step, just brushing the tops of her thighs. She knew what she was doing. Every move, every glance, every breath—calculated. “Yes, I do,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You think I don’t notice? The way your eyes linger? The way you tense up when I’m too close?” She stopped just inches from him, her presence overwhelming. “You’re not fooling anyone, least of all me.”

He didn’t answer. Couldn’t. His mind raced, torn between the voice screaming this is wrong and the primal pull that made his body react in ways he couldn’t control. She was his daughter. His blood. And yet, here she was, standing so close he could smell the faint vanilla of her perfume, her lips parted, her gaze unwavering.

“You’re crossing a line,” he finally managed, though the words felt hollow. A feeble attempt to hold onto some semblance of morality.

“Am I?” she challenged, her hand reaching out to brush against his arm. The touch was electric, sending a shiver down his spine. “Or are you just afraid to admit you want this as much as I do?”

It hadn’t always been like this. There had been a time when their relationship was simple, uncomplicated by the undercurrent of desire that now seemed to dominate every interaction. She’d always been daddy’s little girl, the light of his life. But as she grew older, something shifted. Subtle at first—a lingering hug, a glance that lasted a second too long. Then, more overt. The way she’d dress around him, the way she’d flaunt her body, testing him, pushing him.

He noticed it first in the way she’d started wearing tighter clothes, shorter skirts. She’d catch him looking and smile, a knowing glint in her eye. It was a game to her, at least in the beginning. But as the weeks turned into months, it became something more. She’d sit on the couch beside him, her leg brushing against his, her hand resting on his thigh. She’d lean in close when she spoke, her breath warm against his neck, her lips just inches from his skin.

And he hated himself for it, but he couldn’t deny the effect she had on him. He tried to ignore it, to bury the thoughts that crept into his mind at the most inopportune times. But the more she pushed, the harder it became to resist.

“Dad,” she said now, her voice soft but insistent. Her hand moved from his arm to his chest, her fingers splayed against the fabric of his shirt. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath her palm, the heat of his skin radiating through the thin material. “You can’t keep pretending. Not with me.”

He swallowed hard, his jaw tightening as he fought to keep his composure. “This isn’t right,” he said, but his voice lacked conviction. It was a desperate attempt to cling to reason, to morality, to anything that would anchor him to the reality he knew he was supposed to uphold.

“Why not?” she pressed, her body leaning into his, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke. “Because society says so? Because some arbitrary rule says we can’t feel what we feel?” Her hand slid lower, resting just above his belt, her fingers teasing the edge of it. “We’re not hurting anyone. It’s just us.”

He closed his eyes, his breath hitching as her touch sent a jolt of arousal through him. “It’s not that simple,” he rasped, his hands gripping the edge of the counter behind him as if it could keep him grounded.

“It is,” she insisted, her voice firm. “You’re overcomplicating it. You’re thinking too much.” Her lips moved to his neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. “Stop thinking. Just feel.”

His resolve was crumbling, and she knew it. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he leaned into her despite himself. She smiled against his skin, her hand dipping lower, her fingers tracing the outline of his growing arousal.

“See?” she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You want this as much as I do.”

He didn’t know when it had started, this dangerous dance between them. Maybe it was the night she’d come home late, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright with alcohol and something else. She’d stumbled into the kitchen, her laughter echoing through the house as she leaned against him for support. He’d scolded her, but she’d just smiled, her hands clutching his shirt as she looked up at him with those wide, innocent eyes.

“You’re always so serious, Dad,” she’d teased, her breath warm against his face. “Why don’t you ever just let go?”

He’d stepped back, putting distance between them, but the damage had been done. The spark had been lit, and it had only grown brighter with time. She’d started flirting with him openly, testing his boundaries, pushing him to the edge. And he’d let her. God help him, he’d let her.

Now, here they were, standing in the middle of the living room, the air thick with desire and desperation. Her hand moved to his belt, her fingers deftly undoing the buckle as she looked up at him, her eyes dark with need.

“Tell me to stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

He should. He knew he should. But the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he reached for her, his hand tangling in her hair as he pulled her to him, his lips crashing against hers in a desperate, hungry kiss.

She moaned against him, her body molding to his as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve, every inch of her that he’d spent so long trying not to notice.

“Dad,” she gasped as he broke the kiss, her chest heaving as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with shock and desire. “Are you sure?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he pushed her back against the couch, his body pinning hers as his lips found hers again, his hands tugging at the hem of her dress. She reached for his shirt, her fingers fumbling with the buttons as she pulled it open, her hands sliding over his bare chest.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and lust. “Please, Dad. I need you.”

He hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked down at her, her body pressed against his, her lips swollen from his kisses. Finally, he gave in, his hands moving to the waistband of her panties, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric as he—

“Dad, wait.” Her voice was soft, but it stopped him in his tracks. He looked down at her, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“What?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching his. “Are you sure this is what you want?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “Because once we start, there’s no going back.”

He nodded, his jaw tightening as his eyes locked onto hers, dark with a hunger that surprised even him. His grip on her panties tightened, the delicate fabric straining under his fingers. She gasped, a sharp intake of breath that sent a thrill through him. With a single, deliberate motion, he ripped the panties away, the sound of tearing fabric echoing in the quiet room.

Her body was laid bare before him, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away. She was wet, her arousal unmistakable, and the sight of her—spread open and vulnerable—made his pulse race. His fingers found her, brushing against her slick folds, and she whimpered, her hips arching into his touch.

“God, you’re so ready,” he growled, his voice low and heavy with desire. His fingers moved with purpose, exploring her, teasing her, as she writhed beneath him. He could feel her trembling, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps, and it only fueled his own need.

But he wasn’t satisfied. Not yet. He needed more.

With a firm hand, he pushed her legs apart, spreading her wider. Her eyes widened as he lowered his head, his breath hot against her. She let out a shaky moan, her hands tangling in his hair as his tongue finally made contact with her.

The taste of her was intoxicating, and he groaned against her, his tongue working in slow, deliberate strokes. She was sweet, so sweet, and he couldn’t get enough. Her moans grew louder, her grip on his hair tightening as she ground herself against his mouth.

“Oh my God, Dad…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

The sound of her calling him that—while he was between her legs—sent a shock of pleasure through him. It was wrong, so wrong, but it only made him want her more. He increased the pressure, his tongue flicking against her clit, and she cried out, her body arching off the bed.

“You like that?” he murmured against her, his voice thick with satisfaction.

She could only nod, her words caught in her throat as he continued to devour her. He could feel her body tensing, her moans growing more urgent, and he knew she was close. He pressed his tongue harder against her, his fingers sliding inside her, and she let out a strangled cry, her body shaking as she came undone.

He didn’t stop, not until she was writhing beneath him, her thighs clamping around his head as she begged for mercy. Only then did he pull away, his lips wet with her, his breathing heavy as he looked up at her.

Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glassy with pleasure. She looked ruined, and the sight of her like that—because of him—made his cock throb with need.

“Dad…” she whispered again, her voice barely audible.

He climbed up her body, his hands sliding over her skin, his lips brushing against her neck. “You’re mine,” he growled, his voice possessive.

She shivered, her hands grabbing at his shoulders as he positioned himself between her legs. He could feel her, warm and wet against him, and it took every ounce of self-control not to push inside her right then and there.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice rough, his eyes searching hers.

She hesitated for a moment, and he could see the flicker of doubt in her eyes. Was she thinking about the consequences? About what this meant? But then it was gone, replaced by a look of raw desire that mirrored his own.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice firm despite the tremble in it. “I want you.”

That was all he needed to hear. With a low growl, he pushed inside her, her tightness enveloping him in a way that made his head spin. She let out a cry, her nails digging into his back as he filled her, inch by agonizing inch.

“Fuck…” he groaned, his forehead resting against hers as he paused, giving her time to adjust. She was so tight, so perfect, and he could feel her shaking around him.

“Move,” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Slowly, he began to move, his hips rolling against hers, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure through him. Her gasps and moans filled the room, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him deeper.

“You feel so good,” she whimpered, her hands roaming over his back, her nails leaving trails of fire in their wake.

He couldn’t respond, his teeth gritted as he tried to hold onto his control. But it was slipping, faster and faster, as she tightened around him, her body responding to his every move.

“I’m close,” she panted, her hips meeting his with every thrust.

“Me too,” he growled, his pace quickening, his movements becoming more erratic.

Her moans grew louder, her body tensing as she neared the edge. He could feel her climax building, her walls clamping down around him, and it was enough to push him over the edge. With a groan, he buried himself deep inside her, his release crashing over him in waves.

She cried out, her body shuddering as she came, her nails digging into his skin. He held her close as they rode out their orgasms together, their breathing ragged, their bodies slick with sweat.

For a moment, they stayed like that, tangled together, their hearts pounding in unison. Then, slowly, he pulled out of her, his body collapsing beside hers.

She turned to look at him, her eyes searching his face. “Dad…” she started, her voice soft, uncertain.

He reached out, his hand brushing against her cheek. “Don’t,” he said, his voice gentle but firm. “Just… don’t. Not yet.”

She nodded, her eyes closing as she nestled against him. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close, his mind racing with the implications of what they’d just done. But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the warmth of her body against his.

“Stay with me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He didn’t respond, but he tightened his hold on her, his lips pressing against her forehead. For now, that was enough.

[irontalephantom]

Could you please do a 4-some with mom dad son and daughter? I’m in the mood for mom-son and dad-daughter but all together

family entanglement coming right up! (used a bit of a different writing style for this one. Hope you enjoy it!) ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆──

The living room was bathed in the dim glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. The air was heavy with the scent of wine and something else—something electric, unspoken. The mother sat on the couch, her legs curled beneath her, a glass of red wine perched delicately in her hand. The father lounged in his armchair, his eyes flicking between his wife and his daughter, who stood by the window, her slender silhouette framed by the fading light.

The daughter—lithe, with hair that fell like a silk curtain down her back—turned to face her father, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. “Dad,” she said, her voice low and teasing, “you’re staring again.”

He raised an eyebrow, his fingers twitching as if they longed to tangle in her hair. “Can’t help it,” he replied, his voice a low rumble. “You’re hard to look away from.”

The mother set her wine glass down with a soft clink, her gaze sharp as it darted between them. “Careful,” she murmured, her tone laced with something unspoken. “You two are playing with fire.”

The daughter laughed, a sound that was both light and dangerous. “Fire’s always been my favorite element,” she said, stepping closer to her father. Her hips swayed with each step, her movements deliberate, calculated. She stopped just inches from him, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered, “Isn’t it yours, Daddy?”

The father’s hand shot up, his fingers threading through her hair as he pulled her closer. “You’re testing me,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “And you know what happens when you test me.”

The mother’s eyes darkened as she watched them, her own desires stirring beneath the surface. She rose from the couch, her dress clinging to her curves as she crossed the room. “Enough,” she said, though there was no bite in her words. “If we’re going to do this, we’re doing it together.”

The daughter glanced over her shoulder, her smile widening. “Mom,” she purred, “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

The mother’s lips curved into a sly smile as she reached out, her hand brushing against her daughter’s cheek before trailing down to her neck. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper. “But you’re about to find out.”

The father watched them, his heart pounding in his chest. This was wrong—so wrong—and yet, it felt so right. His hand tightened in his daughter’s hair as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. She responded eagerly, her hands tangling in his shirt as she pressed herself against him.

The mother stepped closer, her fingers sliding down her daughter’s back as she leaned in to kiss her husband. The taste of wine still lingered on her lips, intoxicating and sweet. She deepened the kiss, her tongue teasing his as her hands roamed over his chest.

The daughter broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps as she looked between her parents. “This is…” she began, but her words trailed off as her father’s hand slid down her side, his fingers brushing against the curve of her hip.

“This is what we’ve all wanted,” the father finished, his voice rough and low. “And we’re not stopping now.”

The mother nodded, her eyes dark with desire as she reached for her daughter’s hand. “Together,” she said, her voice firm despite the tremor of excitement that ran through her. “We’ll do this together.”

The daughter hesitated for a moment, her heart racing as she looked between her parents. Then, with a slow, deliberate nod, she stepped back, her hands moving to the hem of her dress. She pulled it over her head in one smooth motion, revealing the smooth, pale skin beneath.

The father’s breath caught in his throat as he took her in, her slender frame illuminated by the fading light. His hands itched to touch her, to explore every inch of her. He stood, his own clothes falling to the floor as he stepped closer, his chest pressing against hers as he kissed her again.

The mother watched them, her own desire burning hotter with each passing moment. She reached for the zipper of her dress, pulling it down slowly, her eyes never leaving her husband and daughter. The fabric pooled at her feet, revealing the tight, toned body that still turned heads even after all these years.

She stepped closer, her hands sliding over her daughter’s shoulders as she pressed her lips to the back of her neck. The daughter shivered, her breath hitching as her mother’s hands moved down her body, her fingers tracing the curve of her breasts.

The father groaned, his hands gripping his daughter’s hips as he pulled her closer, his arousal pressing against her. He looked at his wife over their daughter’s shoulder, his eyes dark with need. “Together,” he repeated, his voice a low growl. “All of us.”

The mother nodded, her lips curving into a smile as she stepped around to face her husband. She kissed him deeply, her hands moving over his chest, his shoulders, his arms. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she sank to her knees before him, her eyes locked on his as she took him into her mouth.

The daughter watched them, her heart pounding as she felt her father’s hands tighten on her hips. She turned to face him, her lips curving into a sly smile as she reached for him, her fingers wrapping around his length. “Daddy,” she whispered, her voice a sultry purr, “let me take care of you.”

The father groaned, his head falling back as his daughter’s hand moved over him, her touch sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He reached for her, his hands tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was both desperate and tender.

The mother looked up at them, her lips still wrapped around her husband as her hands moved to her daughter’s hips. She pulled her closer, her mouth leaving her husband’s length as she pressed her lips to her daughter’s stomach, her kisses trailing lower and lower.

The daughter gasped, her hands tightening on her father as she felt her mother’s lips between her legs. “Mommy,” she breathed, her voice trembling with need. “Oh, god, Mom…”

The father watched them, his heart pounding as he saw his wife’s head moving between his daughter’s legs. He reached for his wife, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her back, his lips crashing against hers in a kiss that was all teeth and desperation.

The daughter stumbled back, her chest heaving as she looked between her parents. “I want more,” she said, her voice trembling with need. “I want all of you.”

The father nodded, his eyes dark with desire as he stepped closer, his hands gripping her hips as he lifted her onto the edge of the couch. He positioned himself between her legs, his arousal pressing against her as he looked down at her, his breath coming in short gasps.

The mother moved behind him, her hands sliding over his back as she pressed herself against him, her lips brushing against his ear. “Take her,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “She’s yours.”

The father groaned, his hands tightening on his daughter’s hips as he pushed himself into her, his body shuddering at the feeling of her tight warmth around him. The daughter gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as she arched against him, her body craving more.

The mother watched them, her own desire burning hotter as she saw her husband moving inside their daughter. She stepped closer, her hands sliding over her daughter’s breasts as she leaned in to kiss her, her lips claiming hers in a kiss that was both possessive and tender.

The father groaned, his thrusts growing more urgent as he felt his wife’s hands on his daughter, her lips claiming hers. He reached for his wife, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer, his lips crashing against hers in a kiss that was all teeth and desperation.

The daughter gasped, her nails digging into her father’s shoulders as she felt him moving inside her, her mother’s hands on her breasts, her lips claiming hers. She arched against him, her body trembling with pleasure as she felt herself getting closer, closer, closer…

“Mommy,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “Daddy… I’m so close…”

The mother smiled, her hands moving down her daughter’s body as she pressed her lips to her ear. “Let go,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “We’re here with you. Let go.”

The daughter gasped, her body shuddering as she felt herself tipping over the edge, her pleasure crashing over her in waves. She cried out, her nails digging into her father’s shoulders as she arched against him, her body trembling with pleasure.

The father groaned, his thrusts growing more urgent as he felt his daughter clenching around him. He reached for his wife, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer, his lips crashing against hers in a kiss that was all teeth and desperation.

The mother watched them, her own desire burning hotter as she saw her husband and daughter coming together. She stepped closer, her hands sliding over her daughter’s body as she pressed herself against her husband, her lips brushing against his ear. “Take her,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry.

The father groaned, his hands tightening on his daughter’s hips as he thrust into her one last time, his body shuddering as he spilled himself inside her. He leaned over her, his breath coming in short gasps as he looked down at her, his heart pounding in his chest.

The daughter gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as she felt him moving inside her, her body trembling with pleasure as she felt herself getting closer, closer, closer…

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The living room was thick with the scent of sweat and desire, the air electric with the kind of tension that could only come from crossing lines that had long been drawn in the sand. The father was still catching his breath, his chest rising and falling as he leaned over his daughter, her body still trembling beneath him. The mother stood close, her fingers trailing down her husband’s back, her lips curving into a satisfied smile as she watched them.

But then, a creak from the doorway broke the silence.

All three turned their heads to see the son standing there, his eyes wide with shock—and something else. Something darker, more primal. He’d been drawn to the sounds, curious and unable to resist. Now, he was frozen in place, his gaze flickering between his parents and his sister, his heart pounding in his chest.

The mother was the first to break the silence. Her voice was low, almost teasing, as she spoke. “Come here,” she said, her eyes locking onto her son’s. There was a challenge in her tone, a dare. The son hesitated, his hands clenching at his sides, but then he took a step forward. And then another. And another.

The daughter turned her head to look at her brother, her breath still uneven, her cheeks flushed. “Join us, big bro” she whispered, her voice husky with need. The son’s eyes darkened, his body responding to her words even before he could process them. He moved closer, his hands twitching as though he wanted to reach out and touch but wasn’t sure where to start.

The father straightened, his eyes narrowing as he looked at his son. There was a flicker of something in his gaze—competition, maybe, or approval. He stepped back from his daughter, giving his son room to approach. “She’s yours,” he said, his voice rough with something that wasn’t quite a command but wasn’t a suggestion either.

The son’s breath hitched as he looked down at his sister, her body still glistening with sweat, her lips swollen from their father’s kisses. He reached out, his fingers trembling as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. The daughter looked up at him, her eyes heavy with need, her lips parting as if to speak. But before she could say anything, the son leaned down and captured her mouth with his.

The kiss was hesitant at first, tentative, as though they were both testing the waters. But then the daughter let out a soft moan, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, and the son’s restraint shattered. He kissed her deeply, his hands roaming over her body as though he couldn’t get enough of her.

The mother watched them, her lips curving into a smile as she stepped closer to her husband. Her hands slid over his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles as she pressed herself against him. “Does it excite you?” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “Watching them together?”

The father groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her closer. “You know it does,” he growled, his lips crashing against hers in a kiss that was all hunger and possession.

Meanwhile, the son’s hands were exploring his sister’s body with a kind of desperate urgency, as though he was afraid she might disappear if he stopped touching her. His fingers slid between her thighs, and she gasped, her body arching against his. “Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

The son didn’t need to be told twice. He lifted her in his arms, carrying her to the couch and laying her down gently. He knelt between her legs, his hands sliding up her thighs as he leaned down to kiss her again. This time, the kiss was deeper, more possessive, as though he was claiming her in a way he’d never dared to before.

The father and mother watched them, their own desire growing hotter as they saw their children coming together. The mother reached down, her fingers trailing over her husband’s length, and he groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. “Take me,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry.

The father didn’t hesitate. He turned her around, pressing her against the back of the couch as he lifted her dress. She let out a soft moan as he slid into her from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her with a kind of desperation that made her knees weak.

The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, mingling together in a symphony of need and desire. The mother’s moans were soft and breathy, her back arching as she pressed herself against her husband. The daughter’s cries were louder, more urgent, as her brother’s mouth and hands worked her body with a kind of hunger that left her trembling.

The son’s tongue swirled around her clit, his hands gripping her hips as he devoured her. The daughter’s hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she cried out. “Oh God, yes,” she moaned, her body shaking with pleasure as she felt herself getting closer, closer, closer…

The father’s thrusts grew more urgent, his hands tightening on his wife’s hips as he felt his own climax building. He leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “You’re mine.”

The mother shuddered, her body trembling with pleasure as she felt him moving inside her. Her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting in a silent scream as she came, her body clenching around him.

The son felt his sister’s body tighten around him, her cries growing louder as she came, her nails digging into his shoulders. He didn’t stop, his tongue and fingers working her until she was trembling with aftershocks, her body writhing beneath him.

The father groaned, his thrusts growing more urgent as he felt his own climax approaching. He leaned over his wife, his breath coming in short gasps as he whispered, “Come for me.”

The mother shuddered, her body trembling with pleasure as she came again, her nails digging into the couch. The father groaned, his thrusts growing more urgent as he spilled himself inside her, his body shuddering with release.

The son finally pulled back, his breath coming in short gasps as he looked down at his sister, her body still trembling with pleasure. He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was soft and tender, a stark contrast to the hunger of before.

The father stepped back from his wife, his hands sliding over her body as he whispered, “You’re so beautiful.”

The mother turned to look at him, her lips curving into a smile as she reached up to brush a strand of hair from his face. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she teased, her voice low and sultry.

The daughter reached up to pull her brother closer, her lips brushing against his as she whispered, “Don’t stop.”

The son groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as he leaned down to kiss her again, his body responding to her words even before he could process them.