1. The Devil's Pact, The Ghost of Paris Interlude Chapter 6: The Father


    Date: 5/30/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Incest, Male/Female, Mind Control, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

    love her. My cock ached to show her just how much she was missed. My limo waited out front, the driver quickly putting out his cigarette and opening the door. Darleen slid in first and I followed. I sat next to her, wrapping my arm around her, comforting her. She clung to me, naked and lithe. Chris slid in, sitting across from us. “My baby girl's safe,” I whispered, staring into her silver eyes. They should be blue, but I couldn't care about that. She grinned, then leaned in and kissed me. Time seemed to stop; I was kissing my daughter and her lips were sweet and wonderful. I didn't care that my assistant was watching. What was wrong with a father kissing his daughter? Her tongue wiggled into my mouth, exploring me as her hands roamed my body, stroking down to the budge in my pants. She broke the kiss, and purred, “I want your worship!” “Yes,” I husked, her hands unfastening my pants. “Whatever you want, Darleen.” She drew my cock out, stroking me with her silky hands. “So depraved,” she moaned, straddling my waist. “The most forbidden congress! Violate your daughter's flesh!” Her pussy was hot and tight and oh, so wet as she engulfed my cock. I groaned, staring into her glowing, silver eyes; her pussy sank all the way down my shaft, her nubile breasts in my face. They were pierced by silver barbels, and a silver star was tattooed around her right breast. When had she gotten those? It didn't matter. I sucked a pink nipple, delighting in her gasps, playing with the ...
    piercing. “So wonderful!” she moaned, rising up, then sliding down. “She will always remember this moment!” Her hips rose faster; my hands found her ass, squeezing her cheeks and guiding her movements. Her pussy swirled around my cock, the pleasure going straight to my balls. I was fucking my daughter; it was the most wonderful sensation in the world. Every other pussy I had ever fucked paled; this was so forbidden, so wrong. She was my flesh, a part of me, and now I was violating her. In my darkest fantasies, I had desired this, dreamed of this. As if reading my mind, she asked, “You've wanted to do this for a long time, haven't you?” “Oh, yes, baby girl!” I moaned. “Ever since your momma died!” She smiled. “Good. Speak more. Let her hear.” “You're as beautiful as your momma, baby girl!” I groaned; her hips rose faster. I wasn't going to last much longer. “Ever since she died, I've wanted you to take her place. I've dreamed of crawling in your bed at night and finding comfort and love in your arms.” “Yes, yes!” she gasped. “Keep speaking!” “I've stolen your panties,” I groaned. “I sniffed them, licked them, enjoyed your fresh flavor. Then I'd wrap them around my cock and pretend I was fucking your sweet snatch!” “So wrong!” my daughter gasped. “So perverted! I love it!” Her pussy convulsed about my cock, her head threw back, and she screamed and moaned her passion. Her platinum-blonde hair waved about her. She fucked me harder, her hands squeezing down on my shoulders, fingernails ...
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