An Unexpected Visit

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A large muscular arm wrapped itself around my waist, yanking me from a hot and heavy dream involving Barrett Callow, the hot new actor gracing the silver screen. I froze in place. A knife was being pressed gently against my lower back.

“What do you want?” I whimpered.

“Make love to me, baby,” a familiar voice said, the stench of alcohol wafting over me. Against my lower back, I felt the knife press against me and slide upwards. It wasn’t sharp like my fear had told me; in fact, it was thick.

“Daddy?” I asked, a mix of emotions flooding my brain. It was wrong, he was my father… But I was horny. I hadn’t had a man in two years, three months, and eleven days… Yeah, life after college had me down bad.

“Let daddy show you how much he loves you,” my father said, his hand slipping beneath my nightshirt.

Oh, that felt good. His rough blue collar hand massaged my breast while his other reached down and pulled my panties to the side. I couldn’t bring myself to stop him as he shifted such that the tip of his member teased oğuzeli escort my lips.

“How much do you want it?” He whispered, his hot breath tickling my ear.

“Fuck me Daddy,” I squeaked. Did I really just say that?

Without a second thought, my father pushed his pelvis forward. My mouth gaped open as his cock stretched my pussy more than any man before.

“Oh God,” I gasped, feeling him slide further inside me.

“You like that?” He asked, pulling back and shoving hard inside me. I couldn’t speak as each thrust evacuated the air from my lungs. “Hmmm? You’re such a little slut.”

His hand slipped from beneath my shirt and straight up to my neck. My breathing intensified as he pulled my head back by pressing lightly against my jaw. The authority in which he did so caused me to melt. A deep aching in my stomach bubbled up. I was there. Suddenly, it was like someone popped the cork from the champagne. My muscles, all over, locked up. With daddy’s hand around my neck and oğuzeli escort bayan cock buried inside, my back arched, pushing my modest chest out.

“I’m gonna cum!” he called out, thrusting one last time.

My body started to relax when his steaming hot cum slammed against my cervix, sending mini shockwaves of pleasure through me. I gasped for air, unable to control my convulsions.

“Uhhh,” he grunted, pulling himself out of me. He turned away from me and said something that twisted my brain. “Good night Alice.”

Alice wasn’t my name. That was my mother’s name. The thoughts in my head began a game of tug of war. Did he think this was their hotel room? That would mean he thought he was having sex with my mother… Not me. Wait, they roleplay as me and him? That was the best orgasm I’d ever experienced, and it came from my unwitting father. What would Mom think? Oh God, Mom. Dad just cheated on her? Wait, is it cheating if he didn’t know it wasn’t Alice? I didn’t know how escort oğuzeli I could escape this with no one knowing. My head was spinning out of control.

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“Good morning,” I said, stepping out of the shower, towel wrapped around my torso. My shoulder-length brown hair dripped down my naked shoulders.

My father was looking dazed. “What am I doing in your room?”

“You slept here last night,” I said, working a brush through my hair. “Don’t you remember?”

All the color drained from his face; I guessed from remembering the night’s events.

“Yeah, you stumbled in pretty late,” I said, still questioning if I was making the right decision. “You were pretty drunk, so gave you the bed and slept on the couch.”

He glanced over to his right, spotting the pillow and blanket I’d tossed on the couch to help sell it.

“That was it?” He asked, the reality I’d given him conflicting with his recollection.

“Yeah,” I said, reaching up and ‘adjusting’ my towel. “Now take a shower. Mom’s texted that she’s waiting by the pool.”

I moved across the room toward my giant suitcase. Three steps and the towel slipped from my chest, floating to the floor. His eyes popped from his head upon seeing my matured womanly body for the first time. I picked up the towel, giving him a good look, before pretending it was an accident. I wanted more.

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