1. Discovering Sex, the Dirty Way with Daddy. by Jenn


    Date: 12/10/2014, Categories: Fetish, Masturbation, Taboo, Author: MarieL, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    When I was young and beautiful, I liked to go online and talk to men, make plans, and say I wanted to meet them. 'These are silly girlish notions', my mother once told me. Perhaps, I thought, but every time I thought about doing it, my body came alive, I was living my fantasy, locked in my bedroom I craved love, the naughty kind, the pressure built up to bursting point, I wanted to experiment, I wanted to meet men and see what they would do. I chatted in the nude, it made me feel vulnerable. 'Do you have a cam Jenni', they always begged me? I could feel their urgency for me, and it made me wet. 'Would you fuck me', I would type as if I were standing naked in front of them? 'Yes, yes, yes', was always the answer coming up on my screen, and I would stare, my mind in a sexual blaze as my fingers worked on me, bringing to the point I ached for, then they were gone, accusing me of being a man, and my heart sank and my peak diminished with such rapidity, I was left frustrated. 'Daddy I want a webcam and Mic for my computer'. My voice tapered off, as the sudden sense of guilt came over me, as if thy saw beneath the facade and knew why I wanted these objects of communication. 'It's not healthy Jenni', he lectured me, 'showing yourself to strangers like that', he pressed his point home. 'Like what daddy', I pleaded, mother had gone into town leaving us alone. I remained silent, 'Like what daddy', I asked him again, after a few minutes? I could sense the change in his body language, ...
    and when he answered I knew, there was something in my father's persona, that was like the men I talked to online, my confidence grew moment by moment. 'Young girls are showing themselves to men and doing things with them', he said, his voice lowered, his tone thick, it sounded as if he was craving the youth he was belittling, 'You mean masturbating', I asked him outright, my power was growing, poor daddy could not look me in the eye. I sat silent, directly opposite him, waiting for him to continue. He fidgeted awkwardly then said, 'Yes'. I got up and went across to him and sat down on the arm of his chair, and put my arm around his neck. 'You think I do those things daddy'? I could see his nostrils flare as he looked up into my almond shaped eyes, wide and pleading, vulnerable and inviting. 'I hear you at night', he whispered, 'I hear your moaning', he sounded like a little boy, scared of sex, instead of a father talking to his f******n year old daughter. 'Ok, so I masturbate, Polish my Pearl, all girls my age do it daddy, I am growing up now'. 'Wow', I thought to myself, I sounded like I did when amongst my friends at school. I felt his shoulders shake, his face came alive, all crinkly as he beamed, his laugh becoming louder, 'You really are becoming a woman', and reached in and hugged him around his neck, easing myself off the chair arm and settling into his lap. I was right, daddy had an erection, and I shifted myself shamefully until it sat snugly between my buttocks. 'You ...
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