I knew that he was already in my bedroom, watching me under the cloak of darkness. I was lying on my stomach, with my arms tied behind my back, and he had taken off all my clothes hours before. I was breathing hard contemplating the next move made by him. My long blonde hair covered my face causing much difficulty for me to see him. It was painful for me to move by body, especially my ample young tits that had been under my sweaty body for a very long time. I did not dare move my body much, because I felt that he was watching me all the time. I feared him and yet I wanted him. I suddenly could feel the mattress under me shook, I could feel that he was at the edge of the bed, on my right. Now I could hear his breathing, slow labored breathing. Still, he did not move a muscle. It was as if he was looking at me, studying me, raking my young body with his eyes. My skin tingled and I used all my senses to focus on him.
I felt him move between my trembling legs and he used his rough strong hands forcing me to open them. He then simply sat there on the bed, kneeling between my quivering legs. He was staring at my exposed pussy. I could feel his gaze penetrating into my soaking depth. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat and tried to relax my aching body. He had tied me up for at least three hours. My arms throbbed with pain and my throat was parched. I realized that he was trying to subdue me, to defeat me, to humiliate me, to torment me and to show me that I could not run away from being his slut.
I waited for his next move. It was a torment. He was still behind me, not doing anything to me, not saying a word into my ears, not moving even a muscle. My heart began to beat faster; my breathing was becoming more erratic. I started to perspire even more, causing my body now to glisten with my sweat. I cringed when I felt the betrayal of my vaginal wall. It quivered and shuddered with the anxiety and trepidation of his action. My nipples too puckered under my damp body. It was agonizing. Meanwhile, my vagina pumped more of my juices out of its sopping canal. It trickled down my pussy lips and onto my unshaven mound. I felt humiliated and degraded as my body gave away to lust.
"Daddy's little slut." I could hear his voice reverberating in my small bedroom.
He came between my legs forcefully and without any warming, I felt him shoved his thick cock into my drenched pussy. His strong fingers were digging into the flesh of my hip holding my soft body as he impaled his cock into my wet pulsating core. He was pumping his cock incessantly into my quivering pussy and I felt extremely hopeless with my arms still tied behind my back. I wanted to touch him, to feel his damp muscular body under my fingers. He continued to fuck my core again, and again, and again. I moaned and thrashed on my bed, as it shook with every thrust that he made in my pussy. I could feel my tits quake and shuddered with the movement as well, and I want his hands to be on them. Kneading, squeezing and tormenting them. I could not bear with the agony.
"My tits...please! Please...rub them." I begged.
He continued ramming his cock into my wet sheath again and again without moving his hands on my hip. I trashed and twisted my damp body in disappointment; meanwhile my rage was beginning to build in my veins. The tied arms behind me were becoming a torture. He was giving me pleasure with his thick cock but I wanted more and he was refusing to give me what I wanted. From the anger and frustration, the pleasure I was experiencing in my pussy intensified. My lust was fueled by the discontent that I felt. The man behind me sensed it as well. He too increased his movement in my cunt. He repeatedly rammed his cock into my pussy and I raised my hip each time he forced his engorged shaft into me. He was building, bringing me nearer to my climax. The wall of vagina quaked and shuddered even more, I moaned and screamed for this man to shove his cock into my soaking depth. My hip too moved to its own accord, I had no control over it. I moaned and whimpered louder and louder. At last, we came together. I arched my back relishing the pleasure given by this glorious man. I could feel his seeds filling up my vagina, making me his. Filling my womb with his warm semen, making me his.
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It was near dawn when I felt him untying the rope around my red bruised wrists. He slept on my bed that night; usually he would leave my room after I had satisfied him. That night was different; mum was not home that weekend. Daddy could be in my room at anytime he wanted. At other times, dad could fuck me when mum was not at home and as she was a nurse, working at night most of the time, I became my daddy's little lover. He flipped my naked warm body so that I was at last lying on my back. I stared at him and gave him a faint smile. I loved my daddy. He had these mischievous blue eyes and at 48 years-old, he looked damn good. His light brown hair with a speckle of gray made him irresistible to me. Mum did not know that daddy was fucking my pussy; she would die if she knew. I was daddy's good daughter, who was willing to do anything to make him happy. And he in turn would give me what I wanted, his thick long cock! He had sex with me for the first time on my 18th birthday on the floor of my small bedroom. I never felt happier in my entire life.
I could still remember that night vividly. He was slightly drunk that night, and I simply could not help the urge to touch his cock. Actually, I was the one who seduced my old man. I could help myself because he was the world to me. He was always there for me, and without my daddy, I would still be lost. I lusted for him for quite sometime, and on that night, that beautiful night of my 18th birthday, daddy fulfilled my birthday wish!
He was checking my room that night after the birthday party that I had with my friends. I was already sleeping with my tight black dress on when he came into my room. I could feel him taking off my shoes softly, not wanting to wake me up. Then, he rubbed my feet and he then wrapped his arms around my young soft body and carried me further, up the bed, I was sure that he was trying to make me comfortable. He then pulled my dress that was already exposing my luscious young thighs down, covering his little young daughter. I could not stop myself, I was lusting over my daddy; I simply put my small hand on his cock when he was bending forward trying to cover my body with the thick blanket.
He froze and sucked his breath. He then staggered a few steps back before stopping with the bedroom wall behind his back. I could see my daddy's cock stirred under his cotton khakis. I raised my body from the bed, put my feet on the carpet and stood in front of him. His blue eyes were wide looking at the feverish me. I peeled the tight black dress from my body and threw the material away. I was standing there with only my black lacy push-up bra and black lacy panties. My dad could not stop staring at my generous tits where my nipples were peeking just at the edge of the bra cup. My tits were literally spilling out of it. He licked his lips nervously.
I touched my right tit first and bared it with my hand revealing to my handsome daddy my pink puckered nipple and I pushed my right tit up towards my warm lips. I licked my nipple and closed my eyes with the desire it created. I then unclasped the front of my bra and with great pride bared both my tits to him. I purposely shook my soft long blonde hair making my tits shuddered and jingled for him. He was still there standing with his back on the wall, but his cock grew and lengthened in his now straining pants. I rubbed my tits together and saw him swallowed hard.
