Daddy's Girl

Daddy’s Girl

I moaned into the panties, my head snapping back while his dick reamed my pussy. My hymen hardly stopped him. In moments he was in me, stretching my hole wider and wider. I groaned louder through the panties, pain burning in my depths as his cock buried into me. His groin pressed into my ass as his hands hugged me.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Just relax and take Daddy’s cock. Don’t be afraid. I always make sure good girls are rewarded.”

His left hand wandered up and seized my left breast. He pinched the nipple while his right hand went south. It shoved between my legs and rubbed at my soft curls before he found my favorite place on my body.

My clitoris.

I moaned “Daddy” into my panties as he rubbed it. My pussy clenched on his cock. Pleasure replaced pain. His diddling washed it away. I shifted my hips, his cock moving inside of me. My eyes widened. More pleasure rippled out of my pussy.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “You’re becoming Daddy’s good girl.”

His hips drew back. My pussy clung to his flesh. My back arched and my hips shifted. I moaned again, loving every inch of his flesh. He rubbed harder at my clit. Duel delights washed through my body.

Daddy thrust in.

My head snapped up again. I bucked and moaned. It was so amazing. His cock slid through my folds. His groin slapped into my butt. I moaned into the panties, loving every moment of our incestuous union of flesh. The very cock that fucked my mother and spurted the cum that conceived me now hammered my own pussy.

I was Daddy’s good girl.

The thought, combined with my day’s worth of excitement. The salesgirl was just outside the door, unaware we were committing such an incestuous act. My pussy clenched down on Daddy’s cock while my clit throbbed beneath his strumming fingers.

I came.

It was the best orgasm ever. All my masturbation paled to the delight of Daddy’s cock fucking my pussy.

The pleasure shot through me in powerful waves. My body undulated with each one. They reached my mind, smothering my thoughts in delight. The small changing room spun about me as my body drank in every blast of Daddy’s taboo seed while I moaned into my panties.

Stars danced in my eyes.

My Daddy’s cock fucked me faster.

The pleasure kept building. Swelling. I moaned again and again. His dick thrust harder and harder. My orgasm didn’t stop. It kept going, drowning me in bliss. I bit down on my panties as the ecstasy consumed me.

“My good girl,” he groaned as he buried his cock into me.

His dick erupted.

His cum flooded my pussy.

I felt so close with Daddy. I was his woman, his good girl. His hands stroked me as he gasped for his breath. His incestuous seed was in me. I wasn’t on birth control. I didn’t care if we conceived a child. I never wanted him to let me go.

“Is everything all right in there?” the salesgirl asked.

“Perfect,” Daddy answered and pulled his dick out of my pussy. “Right, sweetheart?”

I pulled my panties out of my mouth. “It’s wonderful,” I sighed. “So many beautiful panties and bras. I’m such a lucky girl.”

“Sounds like it,” laughed the salesgirl. “My Dad would never buy me such ... daring panties and bras.”

“I guess you weren’t a good girl.” I was. And I earned my reward. It dripped out of me.

I stepped into my dirty panties to contain it. I couldn’t wait for the rest of our three weeks alone.