1. "DADDY" I whisper


    Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: cinap51, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    pants bulging outward. &#034You might have given the poor man a heart attack&#034 Daddy laughed as he turned back towards me. &#034Well at least some men find me attractive Daddy.&#034 &#034You're wearing your pearls,&#034 he finally responded as we both sat at the table. &#034You said they were for Paris Daddy,&#034 I said smiling, moving so that the top of the robe opened even wider, exposing the pearls as they dangled in the valley between my breasts. &#034Do you like them?&#034 I asked. &#034They're beautiful honey,&#034 he whispered, not even noticing the pearls as he drank me in. We talked as we ate, the conversation surprisingly coming easily in spite of the sexual tension between us. We were both excited about the trip, about Paris, about the adventures that awaited us over the next ten weeks. Neither of us had ever visited Europe before and looked forward to visiting all the places we'd heard about all our lives. We were to visit the Louvre the next morning and eagerly discussed the treasures we'd soon see in person. Finally the meal was over and as Daddy wheeled the cart and dishes out the door I plopped down on the sofa in the living room, one leg under me as I sat. I felt my robe open, and knew my full breasts were shamelessly exposed, but didn't care, the bottle of Chateau Rothsc***d we'd emptied with our meal had been just enough to lower my last remaining inhibitions with my father. Side 3 af 3 &#034Sit with me Daddy,&#034 I said, patting the seat next to me ...
    in invitation as he hovered uncertainly in the middle of the room. Finally sitting cautiously at the other end of the sofa he watched me, his eyes flicking from my breasts to my thighs before meeting mine. &#034You're as bad as the bellboy,&#034 I giggled nervously, my sang-froid suddenly gone, knowing the next few minutes were so vital to my future happiness. He moved towards me, and wrapping his arm around my shoulder and tucking me against his warm body, started to talk. &#034Oh Steffie, I love you so much honey. But not like this, not as a man and woman, ...not as lovers,&#034 he sputtered. &#034You're my daughter, my beautiful daughter... We can't...I don't think of you like that Steff,&#034 he finished, but his tentative words seemed said more to convince himself more than me. &#034You don't want to love me Daddy?&#034 I demanded. &#034No sweetie... not like that,&#034 he replied hesitantly, the bulge rising in his robe belying every word. &#034So why haven't you gone out on a date for the last four months?&#034 &#034What?&#034 &#034You used to date all the time, now you never do,&#034 I insisted. &#034But I ....,&#034 he stammered before I cut him off. &#034Why were you secretly reading that psychology book on father-daughter relationships? Yes I saw it in your room Daddy,&#034 I said as I saw him about to protest. &#034I read it too Daddy, where it talks about i****t, about love between fathers and daughters.&#034 &#034Why have you been surfing internet i****t sites? ...
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