I laid naked on my bed. Waiting, just waiting. The moon shoned though my bedroom window lighting the room just enough to allow me to just be able to see a few things in my room, the nightstand beside my bed, the closed door and more importantly the door knob. My eyes were locked on the door knob watching, waiting for it to turn. I knew it would turn sooner or later and he would ease into my room like he's done almost every night for the last two months, ever since my eighteenth birthday. He took my virginity that night claiming it was my "birthday present". He made me a "real woman". His woman. His words not mine. And almost every night since he would ease into my room and for the next two or three hours I would be his play thing.
As I laid there on my bed my ears strained listening for any sound. Anything at all that might signal his approach. But I don't hear a sound and begin to wonder if he'd forgotten. Maybe he just fell asleep! Maybe tonight he won't force himself on me, make me submit and make me moan in pleasure as his fuck stick rams inside of me. Maybe tonight I can just relax and sleep. Part of me was overjoyed at that thought but a bigger part of me was kind of disappointed.
But then I heard it. The jiggle of the doorknob moments before it turned and the door eased open. And in he came. His tall frame eased into the room and closed the door quietly. The pale moon light fell on him giving him a ghost like hue. His chest rose and fell slowly with each breath, his body was bare of any body hair except for his crotch. A man's not a man if he doesn't have a bush above his meat. Again his words not mine. All he was wearing was a pair of boxers and already it was starting to tent from his erection. He wasn't huge like the men in erotic stories try to make themselves seem and no he wasn't porn star big but he was big enough especially when he pushed that joystick into my tight little hole.
He walked over to my bed, a smile on his face as he pushed down his boxers and stepped out of them. "There's my girl. How's daddy's princess? Ready to have some more fun?" He reached down and gently stroked my cheek, I didn't say a word. I never do.....in the beginning. "Speechless as always." He chuckled.
Slowly he crawled onto my bed and spread my legs exposing my treasure to his eyes. My wetness was obvious even in the pale moon light and a smirk crossed daddy's face. All that waiting and anticipation had made me all wet. And that horrified me. This was wrong! This was incest, taboo and against everything! And yet I'm always, always dripping by the time he comes into my room.
Seeing no obvious need for any foreplay daddy lined up his bare cock and slide inside me. One long smooth motion, all the way down to the hilt, stretching my tight hole around him. It fit like a glove. "Baby girl your pussy was made for me." He said for the hundredth time. His weight pressed down on me pressing me into the mattress and oddly his weight comforted me.
Slowly his sperm sword slide out of me until just the head was left then he pushed back in just as slowly. He did that again, and again and again and again. And then suddenly......wham! Out of nowhere he rams he meat into me hard drawing a loud moan from my throat. "Music to my ears." He whispered in my ear before grabbing my hips and starting to pummel my pussy. It gripped at him hard, rippled along his rigid length like it was trying to force him out. But daddy was having none of that. He pulled his thick cock from my dripping pussy and forced me over onto my belly. Then he pulled on my hips bringing me to my knees before spearing me once more and started to fuck my pussy into submission. His hips collided with my ass producing a wet smacking sound that joined the sex music my bed was making as the bed springs squeaked. He's never quiet once he starts to fuck me, his grunts loud enough Im sure to be heard outside my bedroom door. I know mommy is sleeping just down the hall. Can she hear him? Can she hear the bedsprings or the slight bang of the headboard against the wall? Who knows. She's never let on that she knows what goes on in my bedroom late at night. She hasn't said a word about her husband fucking his own daughter. Maybe she just doesn't care. It's not like he's neglecting her pussy for mine. He fucks her all the time, hell he fucked her tonight! I heard them earlier when they first went to bed. Minutes after their door closed I heard the rhythmic bang of the headboard against the wall and her muffled cries of pleasure.
