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A Visit from My Daughter
Last night (Saturday), Amanda stopped by my house, as she does every Saturday night. At 37, she still looks great: short, shoulder-length jet-black hair, hazel eyes, and full, pouty lips. Her 36C breasts I had implanted into her 20 years ago were still firm and high, and she carried her 26-inch waist attractively.
“Hi, Steve,” she said, taking off her jacket to reveal a light yellow cotton blouse. It was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. She never does on these visits. She knows what she’s here for.
“Okay, Steve, let’s get on with it.” She never calls me “Dad” at the start of these weekly meetings. That always changes, though.
She led me to my bedroom, as usual. She then kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned her blouse, lifting it over her head to display those luscious tits, which I noted were swollen and taut with nipples fully erect. Despite her protestations to the contrary, she was aroused by what was about to take place. I’d bet $100 tuzla escort bayan here cunt was already wet, but she’d never in a million years admit that. Instead, as per usual, she shimmied off her tight jeans (no panties), and then made a show of parting her thighs and immediately squirting baby oil on her slit.
Laying on her back, on top of the covers, she spread her legs wide, feet arched erotically with toes pointing. Then she placed her arms above her head on the pillows, palms up, a position of total surrender.
“Fuck me, Steve,” she urged, her voice emotionless.
I wasted no time doffing my robe, exposing my rock-hard erection. I mounted my daughter and rammed my stiff cock all the way into her. “Unh!” she grunted as I penetrated her. It was almost a sound of protest, intentional on her part: she never moaned at the start of a session.
As I commenced thrusting in and out, in and out, in and out of her well-lubed seam, I asked her how orhanlı escort things were at home with her husband Neil and their two daughters, Vicky and Hanna.
“None of your business, you fucking sicko!” she spat back. “You know damn well the only fucking I’m doing this is that you’re a perverted old goat and I don’t want you doing to my girls what you did to me, you piece of shit!”
At this, I backhanded her hard against the face. She gasped loudly, and I felt her cunt get wetter. This was no damn baby oil. it was pure vaginal arousal!
Confirming this, she went limp underneath me, and here she began to moan, softly at first, then increasing in sound. See, I know my little whore! She loves taking it rough!
It wasn’t long before she was loudly moaning and groaning in pleasure and total abandon. This happens every time: Sure, she’ll start out reserved, but the need of her female body for deep, hard penetration by a stiff male cock, wielded with authority aydınlı escort and without relent, soon overwhelms her brain, rendering her abject, docile, submissive.
“Oh Daddy!” she cried out in ecstasy. “FUCK ME! Oh God I’m so glad you’re giving me your beautiful dick again! Much bigger than Neil’s! And I loved it every time you took me when I was young!”
Now it was my turn to grunt, as I felt my balls beginning to explode. I usually come on Amanda’s face, or tits, occasionally her perfect feet. She’s not on the Pill, after all.
But not this night. I was still pissed off by her earlier outburst. So I stayed inside her twat, pumping even faster now.
I roared like wild man or a b**st as I rocketed blast after blast after blast deep into the center of my daughter’s womanhood. Feeling the power of my liquid assault pushed Amanda over the edge, and she screamed, tears streaming down the sides of her face, as the seismic orgasm I had delivered possessed her helpless, ravaged body.
Afterward, we got underneath the covers and she curled up against me. I played with her hair as she cooed softly into my ear, thanking me for the gift of my semen and the pleasure I’d given her. Gradually, we drifted off to sleep.
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