Going Down With Daddy : Ass Fucked Daughters 15

I hated stepping out into the hall of my apartment building.  When your soon-to-be-divorced Mom lives only a few doors away you kind of run the gauntlet.  Today it seems like Daddy is making a rare visit.

Me and him step into the elevator and the awkwardness is almost too much.  When it breaks down the two of us are forced to talk more and soon the notion of ‘going down together’ takes on a whole new meaning!

Read as Daddy treats me to an amazing first-time experience in that sweltering, hot-box of sin.

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“No-one would have to know,” he said.

I bit my lip and let out a stupid giggle.  I was like putty in his very experienced hands at this point.

He took another step forward until his bare chest was almost touching me.  I could feel my heart beating faster than it had ever dared.  The adrenaline surged through me in this heady mix of arousal and fight-or-flight.  I’d never been with a guy before, but I felt ready.  Men like Daddy don’t come around every day.

“I want to,” I whispered.

His face came closer to mine and I parted my lips as he approached.  I looked up hopefully at his eyes and started to close mine.

Thankfully Daddy didn’t leave me hanging.  That woody aftershave bloomed in my nostrils again.  I’ll never forget it.  It would always be the smell that I enjoyed moments before we had our first kiss.

His lips touched to mine and at first we let them linger, testing each other’s resolve.  ‘Fuck it,’ I thought, and I put my arm around him and pulled him onto me.

We kissed passionately, smudging our lips against each other and driving our tongues deep.  They fought in the embrace and my hands became more adventurous.  I slid them over the sweat on his back and likewise he started to fondle me.

I didn’t take long for those big, capable hands of his to find my ass.  He gripped at it, taking a fistful of dress and ass at once before pulling his face off mine.

God, I wanted to suck his cock so bad.  Something about ‘owning’ an older guy like that—it was tough to explain, and even hotter than it was so forbidden.  Knowing that he’d surrender to me and let me put that thing in my mouth was an odd sign of loving trust.

“Let me suck it,” I hushed, and I started to kneel to the floor before him.

His eyes were on me, watching all the way to the floor.  I stared forward and watched as he unfastened his belt.  I could see how stiff and big he was the second he opened his pants.

“That’s what I want,” I told him.  “I want that more than anything.”

“Don’t you worry,” he said.  “You’re getting it.”

I bit my lip and looked up at him as he pushed down his pants.  I took them by the waist and pulled them down to his ankles and he quickly kicked off his shoes.  He stepped out of his pants and then it was time for the main reveal.

“I want to do it,” I said.

His hands moved slowly away from himself.  “Be my guest.”

It was like Christmas morning.  I wrapped my fingers over the waist of his boxer-shorts and unwrapped my present.

His big, plump cock flailed up immediately, looking strong and powerful as it sat on his midriff.  Around it lay a smart cut of shaven hair, some of it ashen gray, like that on his head.  It looked mature and weathered, as though it had seen its fair share of action.  It was about to see more.

“You know one thing I bet Mom never let you do,” I said, beaming at his cock.  I took it in my fist and started to beat it slowly.

“What’s that?”

I tried to hide my smile.  “Anal.”

I put his cock in my mouth before the shock hit him.  He sucked a breath and pushed forward at the hips, sending more of that delicious, mature thickness into me.

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