Daddy’s Magic Hands : Anal Incest 32

I’ve pulled a hamstring and it’s the first time in my nineteen years that I’ve needed daddy’s expert help as a physio.  When his hands touch me, I instantly see how he commands such a high fee.  They’re like magic, and when they drift up close to my ass, I start to get some crazy ideas indeed.

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Daddy wasn’t gentle.  I think his job dictated that he really put his patient through the ringer in his attempts to work their muscles back to health.  It seems most muscles needed a vigorous bout of jostling before they could be manipulated, and there was another muscle of mine that was about to experience that.

Now both of daddy’s hands moved to my ass, and he started to push and massage it, working it slow.  He was breathing deeper and so was I.  I could feel the arousal mounting inside me.  My pussy was dripping with excitement, but none of it would help.

What would help though was the sudden fresh drops of warm oil that daddy delivered to my ass cheeks, letting them dribble all over me.

“Perfect,” he hushed, and I closed my eyes.  “Just perfect, Kim.”

He moved his hands in a circular motion, working the oil into my buttocks before spreading them wide and running his thumbs inside them.

He pressed down on my butt and one of his thumbs waggled at my tight knot, pressing inside and letting me feel it.

“Daddy,” I hushed, biting my lip.

His thumb pressed right through the hole, and I felt the lubricant of his oil around my knot.  He was able to slip himself in quickly and then he pulled out as rapidly as he’d arrived.

I was about to take a breath to relax but then I felt his other thumb bounce into me from the other side.  That stayed there for a while and then he took that thumb out too.  His hands worked around my toned butt again, then he slipped the thumb in without warning, pulling it out and replacing it with the thumb of his opposite hand in quick succession.

He repeated the substitution of his thumbs inside me and I started to gasp, gripping the sides of table tightly as I experienced daddy’s wild ride.

His thumbs probed and probed until my ass started to relent to the subtle stretching.  It got wider and wider and soon daddy was working both thumbs inside me and putting my asshole to the test.

“Good, Kim,” he said, working against the tightness.

“Daddy!” I gasped, and I felt as though I was close to climax.

Again, and again his thumbs blasted through me, sometimes alternating, sometimes going in me together.

I wriggled on his treatment table and felt a strange thrill in our setup.  Daddy was doing the naughtiest of things to me, but from here I could see nothing.  I didn’t have to look into his eyes.  He could have been anyone, but every time I reminded myself that it was my own flesh-and-blood I felt an added burst of excitement that stirred something inside me.

“You’re gonna make me come, daddy,” I whined, and it seemed to make the act more real.

“You’re gonna come for me?” he asked.

“You’re gonna me come,” I croaked again, and I felt the climax rush up on me.  “Oh, fuck my ass!”

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