Chef Daddy In My Virgin Ass : Ass-Fucked Daughters 1

The trials of the kitchen can be frustrating for a chef, especially when you’re starting out and your own stern father is your tutor.

Daddy’s behind me, showing me how to chop an onion fast when I feel something stiff announce itself in his pants.  When I tell him I want it I had no idea he’d give it to me in my virgin behind.  With butter as his lube we’re willing to give it a try!

Read how my tight knot swallows him up in sinful, painful fashion.

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He stood across from me in his chef’s outfit, just watching me for now.  I sat on the table and felt his sudden scrutiny, looking down my body at my unflattering chef whites.

“What?” I asked finally, letting out a nervous laugh.

“I just didn’t think my daughter would ever make advances on me,” he said.

“I’m not,” I laughed.  “Am I?”

“Come on, Sarah,” he said, walking close again.  “You don’t want to do anything right now, while we’re alone?”

“Here?”

“Right here.”

I swallowed hard again.  I couldn’t work out whether this was another one of his tests.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked.

“Well,” Daddy said, pushing my knees open and putting himself between them again.  “I was thinking of tearing down your pants and fucking your ass.”

I stared blankly at him, my mouth opening slowly in shock.  My mind was abuzz.

“In fact,” Daddy said, lifting me down off the table.  “I think I’m just going to do it.”

Daddy lifted his top over his head and tossed it behind himself, revealing his muscled, barrel-chest that was strewn with hair.

I gushed a whimper, trying to deal with the sudden emotional torment that had been dumped on me.  Daddy … was going to fuck … my ass.

“You—you’re gonna—”

“I’m gonna fuck your ass, Sarah,” he repeated.  “You have a problem with that?”

“I—I’ve never had my ass fucked before,” I said, as if that was the only issue I had.

“I’ll be gentle,” Daddy said, but his smirk belied the truth.  “Take those off,” he said, pointing.

I looked down to my outfit.  “Everything?”

“Everything,” Daddy said.

I imagined I was still on the clock and Daddy was my boss.  I had to do what he said.  Fuck, I wanted to do what he said.  The idea of his stiffness inside me was making me wet.  I didn’t care how he ended up inside me, I just wanted him there.

“Are you hard now?” I asked, taking off my top to reveal my bra beneath.

Daddy looked to my big tits.  “Almost,” he said.  He walked forward and put his hands on my shoulders.  “We can’t tell anyone about this, okay?”

“Okay,” I nodded.

Daddy reached behind and pulled me close, bending his knees so that his face was level with mine.  I stood on tip-toes and reached my lips to his.

The kiss was small at first, like the thousands of other times I’d laid my lips on his, but then my mouth opened and I tried my tongue inside his mouth.  He sucked my breath from me and pulled me close to him, taking my weight effortlessly and lifting me.

My naked skin pressed against his body and his hands wound up my back in search of my bra straps.  He rolled them off my shoulders and deftly unclasped the back of the garment.

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