1. i am a slut


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: ayla_is_a_whore, Rating: 80, Source: xHamster

    myself toward orgasm. And it was he who was now plying me with wine. I had chosen my clothing for this special dinner with care. Under my chiffon blouse, I wore a silk chemise, sans bra. I wore a short silk skirt without any underwear. And I was barefoot. I was conscious of my erect nipples throughout dinner and, as we sat over dessert, I let my bare foot rest upon Dad’s. It seemed to me as though I was sitting in a pool of moisture which had dripped from my aroused cunt. Dad did nothing to acknowledge my bare foot resting on his, but he did not move it away, either. Finally, he excused himself and began to clear the table. Tearing his attention away from my breasts, he suggested I get ready for bed while he straightened out the kitchen. He promised he would be right up, which I took to be weighted with innuendo. I dawdled over my toilette as I heard the clatter from the kitchen diminish. Dad appeared at my door and gazed appreciatively at my sl**ping costume and what it contained. “Before you go to bed, would you like a massage?” he asked. “Why don’t you go in and get on my bed while I get ready, and then I will give you one.” I followed him to the master suite and I climbed into the bed and surveyed it in a proprietorial manner. As I listened to Dad brush his teeth, I removed my top and lay face down in the middle of the bed, awaiting my massage. In retrospect, it is impossible to state who seduced whom. It was clearly a raging mutual attraction and desire. As the ...
    massage progressed, I became acutely aware of the erection Dad had spouted. It tented the front of his sl**ping pants. I feigned ignorance, and disregarded it as Dad massaged my shoulders and back, then down my legs and my feet. “Would you like me to do your front, too?” I sl**pily rolled over, presenting my bare breasts to his view. I let my hand fall into his lap and rest on his rampant cock. As he began to anoint my breasts with warmed lotion and to tease and pinch my nipples, I grasped his cock through his pants and began to lazily stroke it. It was much larger than the handle of my hairbrush. Its girth exceeded my grasp. With my thumb, I massaged the underside of the head of it. Through half closed eyes, I studied Dad’s face for a reaction, but he stoically continued his massage down my torso. When he reached the waistband of my sl**ping pants, I knew the moment of truth had arrived. I opened my thighs a bit. Dad warmed a new handful of oil, then reached in through the loose leg hole and began to apply the warm oil to my engorged labia. With his thumb and forefinger, he sought out and found my clit, and began to tease and tweak it, then pinch and rub it. He slid two thick fingers into my pussy and continued to massage my clit with his thumb. Then, taking his fingers from my cunt, he traced his long finger down my perineum and inserted it in my ass while his thumb entered my cunt. He repeatedly withdrew and reinserted his thumb and finger in their respective holes as my hips ...
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