Daddy, What Are You Doing?!

[TheGrind]

David smiled a little when she said she could take it straight. In a way he was proud of the girl, able to stand up against the proof in spite of her age, weight and gender. Liquor, it was the glue that bound and now it was going to bind him and his daughter together. The stuff never hurt anything, other than his career but the booze followed so soon after the troubles at home that he attributed all that to his wife.

When Shyla returned he let her pour the liquor, feeling strange that he’d be drinking something most considered low brow in something considered high class. But David was never one to follow social norms anyway. It was probably the main reason why he lived alone in spite of living in close proximity to what he affectionately referred to as ‘everything.’ Immediately David took a drink as he watched his daughter.

What she told him almost made him blurt out his drink but he managed to hide it well, years of poker negating the shock he felt at what she said. Shyla seemed to be taking a good bit of liquor down and it seemed like she wanted to drink so he was going to let her. David moved toward the table, taking a seat at one of the chairs as he sat on it sideways so he could still look at her and talk with her.

“I’m proud of you, then. If its something you didn’t want to do,” he spoke as he caught himself checking out his own daughter. He blamed it on anything but his lust. “Why don’t you come over here and sit down and we can talk about it.” Then he smiled, “And be sure you bring the bottle. We’ll be needing it.”

 

[La_Reina]

Shyla waited wondering what her father was thinking. Than wondering how this stuff got so good. Then wondering how the cup got so shiny. She giggled, hiccuped, then took another sip of the slightly hot, burning, but sooo good liquid. She knew she was now past tipsy, but she knew the subject. She could say her ACD's so that okay. She was fine.

Shyla shook her head hard; her hair flying about her face. She laughed seeing it everywhere and could imagine how wild it looked. "Nope. I didn't want to fuck him, because I didn't want to be bad at it. I heard it hurts. I know it hurts. And I wanted mine to be with a man," Shyla walked slowly towards her father, taking a chair and flopping into it. She was so close her knees kept bumping his, but she didn't seem to notice. "A man with dark hair and piercing eyes. A real man ya know."

Shyla finished her cup and reached to pour herself some more. Funny thing was there were now two equal bottles sitting kinda on top of eachother and they kept moving. She would giggle and keep trying to grab one. Finally she got the rascal and poured herself some more barely missing the outside of the goblet. She pushed the bottle back to it's friend and drank some more.

"Where's the music?! Yooooooow!" Shyla howled like she would at a party and started dancing into the chair. She did a wicked version of a lapdance to an invisible man. "I used to do this to Mmmkd.. to Mki...to him all the time. Would drive him crazy?" Shyla rolled her hips even twirling them in circles in the chair. It's safe to say Shyla was drunk.

 

[TheGrind]

David drained the rest of his liquor and reached for the bottle, filling the goblet nearly to the top. Tonight seemed like a night to drink. His daughter was already into it and he saw no reason not to go with it. Another drink went down his throat and suddenly the glass was only half full; so little time had passed. But he could still buzz and get drunk the rest of the night. He didn’t need much catching up to do, that was to be sure.

He laughed as she spoke of the man she wanted to give herself to, “I can’t say I do know. I never looked at guys that way. I don’t think I ever can... or will.” Then he watched her as she reached for more.

“We can get the music in here,” he spoke as he stood on unsteady feet. With his glass in one hand and the bottle in the other he said, “Come in the livingroom. We’ll turn on music in there and maybe you can test those moves on me. See if they do drive a man crazy.”

After that he walked into the other room, setting the bottle on an end table, next to his glass while he attended to the tv. Flipping through the music channels he found something suitable with a steady beat she’d be able to move to. Tossing the remote on one of the couch cushions, he sat on the one next to it. Picking up his goblet he took one more drink before setting it back down, his eyes looking back toward the kitchen, trying to see if that was enough to bring her in.

 

[La_Reina]

Shyla took some more and nodded her head at her father. "Alright!" She was trying to walk down the hall wondering how the hell it got so long and while the floor was uneven. She kicked off any shoes she was wearing and that seemed to help a little bit. She was able to use the wall to finally make it to the living room. Music was already going and she liked the song. "OOOh yeah, unh huh."

Now, David didn't raise Shyla. Aside from some societal forms Shyla felt nothing toward the man. She wanted a fatherly figure, but David wasn't that man yet. He hadn't been very fatherly towards her and at the moment he was more older friend than anything. Plus with her alcohol soaked mind he was a cute older dude who was hanging out with her and helping her forget that asshole boyfriend. Who was probably fucking some bimbo. Which made Shyla want to go out and get fucked too. Prove Mikhail wrong.

So she sat on her father's lap, not like she should have, and ground into his cock. She rotated her hips and arched her back while bouncing on that steadying getting hard piece of delicious meat. She would roll her hips and even arched her hips so that it wasn't just her bum but her pussy, though clothed with panties and shorts, to glide against him. Not once did she think I'm giving my daddy a lapdance or I'm dry humping my father. To her it was like going to a club, seeing some stranger, and trying to get him so hot and horny with no intentions of fucking him. But damn if it didn't feel good.

 

[TheGrind]

David grinned when he saw her coming. In a sober world this would’ve felt odd, or weird but here it just felt good. It felt damn good. Once she moved onto his lap he set his hands on her thighs, feeling her skin underneath his hands while she grinded her hips against his cock. And soon he knew he wouldn’t be able to deny the pleasure she was giving him, even if it was through a few layers of clothes. Then a thought struck him.

David leaned forward in her dance, his hands still on her thighs as he whispered under the music, “This isn’t like the girls in the clubs. Too much clothes. Try it in your bra and panties, see if that works better.” He leaned back into the cushion was a satisfied mind and another drink in hand. A large swallow went down his throat before he set it back on the endtable, his eyes on Shyla.

Even through the drunken haze he knew on some level this was wrong but he couldn’t help himself. He was too far gone and it seemed she was too. No more was his right mind in control, all he wanted was flesh; see it, touch it, have it. Tomorrow may not be much fun but he was going to extract something out of tonight. Then he reached for the remote, turning the volume up on the surround sound, the rhythmic beat pounding against the floor underneath them.

 

[La_Reina]

Shyla was dancing when David whispered into her ear. She stopped trying to think. She had been to clubs all the time and they always wore clothes. She kept rocking a bit trying to think what he was talking about when she realized what he meant. A STRIP CLUB! "Oh no!" Shyla stood up and started dancing. "I'm no stripper," she laughed and continued grinding and bucking to her imaginary partner.

The music was louder and the bass of the beat was the only thing that was going through Shyla's mind. She wasn't thinking, just acting. Her eyes were half closed and she grabbed David's hands hauling him to his feet and dancing with him. She was just dancing and having a good time. As the bass got louder and the music got more sensousal she started to dance closer and closer to David.

Soon she was doing the same she was doing on the couch, but just standing. She was guiding his hands and had them trailing over her skin. It felt good and for a moment she thought of Mikhail which pissed her off. So she bent over, still grinding her bum into his cock and drank the rest of her drink; finishing it off. Her mind went numb again and she was getting horny as always. She just never went all the way. It didn't matter, but it meant her moves focused more on sexual stimulation.

 

[TheGrind]

David laughed out loud when she told him she wasn’t a stripper. If she wasn’t one then she was just barely free from claiming the title. When she got up, David sat there, watching his daughter move to the rhythmic beat. The girl had a body on her and knew what she was doing with it. He’d find out even more when she grabbed his hands.

He let her take his hands, feeling the figure of her body lying just under those clothes she was wearing. And it wasn’t the first time he silently wished that they were no longer there. But when she bent over all reasonable thought left his mind; it had been beaten up and thrown out of his head by the drunk, hedonistic writer that had been hiding for the past few days, fearing of being caught. It was a different story now that his daughter was grinding her ass against his cock, now that she let herself get drunk - even if it was with his help - and that she seemed to be getting as much out of it as he was.

David’s hands moved to her hips, feeling her ass grinding into him. His hands pulled her back, closer into him to make the fit feel tighter than it had been before. There was no mistaking that his cock was nestled against her ass while he moved against her body with the tones of the music.

Applying a little more pressure against her as he leaned forward, he spoke through the music, “Not even for one night only? What can it hurt?” Moral reasoning was banished.

 

[La_Reina]

Shyla was just dancing. Having a good time and getting loose. Every few moments her mind would focus on Mikhail and that just made her want to act even stupider. She wanted to focus on having a good time and fuck that dumb ass. She'll show him. Asshole. Her thoughts were so tumbled, so angry, that it was a surprised her dancing didn't get angier. Instead it got sexier, naughtier. She did things she hadn't done before.

The hands on her hips felt great. She heard the husky voice and shivered. It was so sexy and it made her purr in delight and desire. Finally the words made sense to her and she giggled. She was confused why her laughter sounded so throaty and deep. She turned around and stared into bedroom eyes. She smiled and titled her head while pressing herself against him. "You want me to get naked?" Her smile was teasing taunting.

Isn't this ... Daddy?

Shyla blinked and realization flared in her eyes. Unlike this morning it was still embarrassed and yet confusion. Shyla took a step back and looked at her father. Her eyes were looking at him like a guy before the famillar look of panic and 'OMG' entered her eyes. Just as fast as it was there it was gone. The drink did at least do something.

"You must think I'm a bad person." She giggled. "I'm going to go to bed." She yawned and pulled away from her father. She had this nagging voice that was telling her she was doing something bad, but for the life of her she didn't know what. She was just going to bed. Dude, she really loosen up. What could possibly be so bad?

 

[TheGrind]

The night was going great. David hadn’t been this relaxed in a long time, not even when he occasionally brought college floozies home looking for a place to crash after a dangerously intoxicating night.

“Not a bad person,” he reassured her as she tried to leave for bed. “Just someone who needs a night to forget. Someone to might need another glass to get there. And if I happen to see you naked, I’m not going to complain.” David laughed a little at the end as he took her by the hand, wanting to lead her toward the couch. With a free hand he grabbed the bottle, filling their drinks again.

“Just one more glass before you head off for the night,” he spoke, capping the bottle and setting it next to the endtable. Releasing his hold on her hand he grabbed each drink with one hand, offering one to her as he took a drink from his. “Something to finish off the night with. Something to forget Mikail with...” then he smirked, “another drink as an assurance against dreaming about him.”

For the moment he set down his drink and he picked up the remote to the system, turning down the sound just enough so it’d hide any silence between them. Tossing the remote onto the couch he turned toward Shyla, destroying the distance between them. “You can have at least one more glass with me before heading off to bed. Forget about the bad things and enhance the good ones yet to come.”

 

[La_Reina]

Shyla smiled at David when he reassured her she wasn't a bad person. He took her hand and she let him lead her to the couch where she plopped down and kinda sprawled out. "You shouldn't see me naked," Shyla laughed. "It's tabooooooooo," Shyla laughed again. Taboo was a funny word. Especially when you made it sound like a ghost. "Taboooooooooo," Shyla repeated and then repeated once more because the word was just too funny. Drunk people.

"Alright. One more glass." Shyla took the glass. "Yes to forget and get a good nights sleep. Not to think of that asshole. Mikhail is a dick!" Shyla gulped her drink while her father turned down the music. That was actually better. She was starting to get a headache, but it probably wasn't from the music. "He said we would be together forever. I believed him." Shyla took another gulp of her drink. "How dumb was I?" She bitterly laughed before sipping her drink this time.

Shyla stared at her father before she gave a loud burp. "Sorry," she laughed before reaching down to her shirt and lifting it over her head. Her head was caught in the shirt and while she struggled she sat there like an idiot with her purple lacy bra cupping her breasts, her arms were high which pulled her breasts even higher. Finally she got the damn shirt off and with a hiccuped explained, "It's so freaking hot in here." Wearing a purple bra, short shorts, and panties it felt much better.

Shyla took another sip and leaned back. She was trying to remember what her and her father were talking about. For the life of her she couldn't remember. "So, Dad." Shyla began slowly as she tried to remember if this was the conversation or not. "What's your favorite position!" That's right they were talking taboo. "SEX POSITION!" She didn't mean to yell it. She just got excited because she remembered the conversation they were having.

 

[TheGrind]

The girl sounded totally gone. And there was still plenty left in that glass. David knew she wouldn’t finish it while sober and even after she’d probably be so hung over for the next year that he doubted she’d want to touch it. All he could do was laugh as she toyed with the taboo word.

“You’re not dumb for putting your trust in someone,” he took his glass, taking a drink as he watched her struggle with that shirt. It stole away his breath while she fought to free her head but he thought she looked fine just the way she was. “You just have to realize that some people are like that. But I’ll always be here for you when your world comes crashing down.” Afterwards he took another drink before setting it to the side, back onto the table as he turned his attention to her breasts.

It took him a few seconds to divert his attention as she asked her loud, explosive question. There weren’t any rules left tonight. With the alcohol fueling his desire, her breasts in range and her choice of taboo topics, there was no going back with what was going on in his head. He wanted her. He wanted her more and more every saturated second.

“If that’s the game you want to play,” he teased her with a smile. “Doggie style. On her hands and knees, bent over a bed, couch or table. I can do whatever I want from there.” Then he hesitated momentarily before looking upon his daughter in that dangerous light. Turning his body he placed a hand along her ankle as he crept his body up between her legs, spreading them so he could fit between them.

“Or this one’s good too, but only if she’s tied down or bound,” he smile a little as he felt fabric under his hand. Both hands found spots on the cushion on either side of her as he propped himself up, his body lowering until his hips touched against hers, the cock she hardened just moments ago pressed against her pussy with only their clothes separating them. Then he brought his face close to hers, so close his lips nearly brushed hers when he continued, “If she’s tied up, or tied down to the wall or the floor and she has to take everything that’s coming to her.”

David kissed her cheek softly before withdrawing to his spot, a hand glancing off her inner thigh as he leaned into the couch, “And what about you? If you want to be taboo,” he grinned, “why don’t you raise the stakes a little by doing more than just telling. Why don’t you show me? Act a little of it out. No doubt knowing you’re hearing doing something like that would make your ex angry. Getting back at them always releases some of that pressure.”

 

[La_Reina]

Shyla snorted when her father said she wasn't dumb. He had to say that. He was her father, but they were both grown adults too. She liked the fact he was treating her like an adult. Letting her drink and having this deliciously naughty conversation with her without trying to guide the topic to safe sex or what she shouldn't do. He was being honest and she liked that. She felt her heart flutter when he said he'll be here for her. Daddy. Her father. Should a girl dare hope?

She nodded her head at his response. It seemed everyone and their mother, or father in this case, preferred doggie style. It was when he leaned over her that Shyla's breath caught in her throat. He was strong, broad, and he felt so good between her legs. She accidentally arched her back, flexed her hips, to press him even tighter against her. He was so close, his eyes locked with her. She thought he was going to kiss her and as horrible a daughter as she was when he pulled away she wasn't sure if she was disappointed that he didn't or disappointed that she obviously had some gross images of right and wrong when it came to family.

"Tied up? Or to the wall?" Shyla gulped. She had heard some stories of being tied to the bed, but this was a whole new area for her. Suddenly, she felt stupid that she wasn't more advanced sexually. She should know what David was talking about. He probably thought she was a little girl from her silly little questions. What grown woman didn't have sex or know what there was to it?

"I haven't had sex, but there was this porno," Shyla blushed and looked at her fingers. Her nails were suddenly very dirty and needed to be cleaned. "I would watch it sometimes and there was this one position that looked interesting." Shyla looked at David and with a challenge in her eyes managed to stand up. She pulled him to his feet and went to the nearest wall. She leaned against the wall and extended her right leg up until it was right above her head.

"Then you fit here." She pulled him close and let her leg bend over his shoulder. She rubbed herself against him, not truly meaning too. "Yeah, like that. Sometimes he would pick her up or just thrust into her like this." Shyla thrusted to mimick the man. She smiled. "Didn't know I was so flexible huh. Gymnastics." She wondered if he remembered she had taken gymnastics when she was a girl. Once puberty hit though she had to quit. She got all the curves and breasts which added weight. No matter how much she tried she couldn't lose weight and she was borderline anorexic before she finally quit deciding she liked her curves more than she liked the demands of doing a triple backflip.

 

[TheGrind]

David watched and listened to Shyla’s actions as he pulled away. When she urged him to his feet he followed easily, wanting to see where she was going to take her challenge. He didn’t know what porno she was watching but he was going to have to borrow that clip for a few nights. But she went further than merely showing him what she’d do; she pulled him close and he could feel her rubbing against him. Between the alcohol and the lust, he couldn’t help himself anymore. Holding back had become a thing of the past.

Instinctively he placed his hands on either side of her hips, one hand slipping under her upraised leg, feeling her skin just above her jeans. If he was supposed to pull himself away after her showcase, he was going to have to admit error in the morning because no matter how loud horns blared, he wasn’t nearly ready to pull away. Instead he thrust his hips gently back at her, a reaction from his dick inspired by her position. David continued, steadily grinding his hips against hers as his face came closer toward hers, his hot breath beating a mark against her cheek. Then his hands rose, still stuck to her skin as it climbed over her form until they came across the bra she wore. His hands fled behind her, freeing the last bit of cloth from her upper body. When he felt it fall away he glanced down, catching a glimpse of what lied between them.

It was too far gone now. Turning around ceased to be an option. As his face turned, his lips found hers. A hand toyed with the button on her jeans. The other made sure her leg remained above her head. His tongue tasted her lips. The thought of something like this being taboo only encouraged him further, only made him want more while he held her in that position she put herself in. Things were never going to be the same but things weren’t all that great over the course of the last day, or the last few decades. It was time for a change. And this was it.

 

[La_Reina]

Shyla could feel David's hand on her inner thigh just underneath the material of her short jean shorts. She trembled with a hunger she never felt before as his eyes grew more intense and heated. Something about the look made her wet. She never had anyone look at her like that before. She couldn't say no, or think, or look away. His hands traveled up her body and Shyla could feel her heart pounding. She felt the confines of her bra drop away and that look sweap over her breast instantly hardening her nipples to tight peaks. They ached and in her drunken haze Shlya lifted her fingers to her nipples and pinched them to ease the pain.

His face, his look, his lips came closer and closer and when his tongue touched her lips she sighed and felt his tongue dip in between her lips and caress her tongue. Her eyes were wide, almost frighten. She had kissed before, but this wasn't the sloppy ministrations of a boy trying to get his. This was a man who knew what to do. Shyla closed her eyes and kissed David back. Her tongue slipping into his mouth as she moaned and rocked her body against him.

"Fuck me, please." She felt her heart pounding. She wanted this more than ever. She opened her eyes and realized what she had said and to her father. "I ... I .. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. We were just talking and .. like truth and dare and ..." Shlya gave a little push and put her leg down. She wasn't horrofied like she should be. She was just confused and fucking horny. "I ... I'll be back."

Shyla's shorts were really wet and she really needed to change her clothes. She glanced down and stared at her naked breasts. "Wha- Where ...What ... my bra?" She spied her bra on the ground and picked it up before going towards that long hallway that keeps getting longer and up the stairs. "I just have to change my panties." Shyla didn't realize what she was actually saying and she actually had to crawl downt he hallway and up the stairs. For some reason it was easier to crawl than to walk.

Shlya finally made it to her room leaving the door open and to her backpack where she had stuffed a bunch of undergarments and other things. She flipped the pack over emptying the thing trying to find new panties and a pair of shorts that weren't scuffing her thighs. Something more cottony. She was digging through the clothing when her hand fell on her vibrator. Shyla stared at it for a moment before looking towards her open door.

She leaned back on the bed, her legs sprawled over the lumps of clothing as she wiggled out of her jean shorts and silk green panties. She turned on the vibrator hearing the low vibrations. She pressed it against her clit and moaned loudly the liquor making the feelings that much more intense. She pressed the vibrator into her hot center, feeling it sink in, her back arched, her moans getting louder.

Shlya felt so bad, but she couldn't help thinking this was David's hands on her pussy. His hard cock that she been feeling all night sliding deeper into her, taking her virginity. She wanted to do more than just kiss. Oh man she had kissed him! Feelings of being some sort of nasty horrible person started to flood Shlya taking away the pleasure she had been feeling. Shaking her head no, she pushed those thoughts away of how it was bad. She made up a whole different fantasy of how they were related and how he wasn't her father and she wasn't some sick person. "Oh gawd, yes fuck me David. Fuck me Daddy."

Shyla came. She felt her juices flow out of her as she squirted for the first time. That word. Daddy had made it so naughty, so bad, and it felt soo fucking good. Than those feelings of being a sick person. She felt gross and she stared around her, her brain slightly mushed, she needed another drink.

 

[TheGrind]

David couldn’t help but smile at his daughter’s reaction to what was happening. It didn’t seem like shock or disgust and that made him believe that there wasn’t any admitted wrong. Like she didn’t want to duck and hide under the covers, begging for morning to come to get out of the house. Things had changed since their minor altercation that morning. They’d gone from near perfect strangers to almost fucking one another against the wall.

He let her leave him but he wasn’t going to be far behind. If she was going to play the ‘I want to fuck you game’ and admit it openly, then he was going to do what he could to fulfill that wish. Backing out was a long forgotten thought lost in lust and booze. He wanted to fuck her no matter the consequences.

Just outside her door, as it stood ajar, he listened to her pants of desire, need and want. When he heard his name followed by ‘Daddy’ he pushed the door open further with a single hand. David entered without turning on the light. He knew what she was doing and by the sounds emanating from the vibrator and her breathing, knew she wasn’t far off. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, he advanced until he was standing over her.

No words were spoken as he moved to sit on the bed, near her hips. His hand slipped over her bare leg before it found the vibrator, his hand brushing hers away so he could take control. With it still on he pushed it into her, smoothly pulling it back before sliding into her again. David hadn’t made any moves outside of this calm action of moving the vibrator in and out of his daughter’s pussy.

 

[La_Reina]

Shyla hadn't felt this good in a long time. With the booze and her orgasm the endorphins flooding her she almost missed feeling the bed dip and a hand swatting hers away. She tried to raise her head, but she was still woozy. She was going to explain, make up some excuse, something but the vibrator was pushed back into her sopping pussy and all thoughts fled her. It felt good. Really good.

Shyla placed her hand on his wrist stopping him when he pushed the vibrator too deep. She let her eyes linger on the hand connected to the vibrator, than to the arm, and up to the broad chest. So wide, muscled, older. It was the chest of a man not a boy. Shyla moaned as the feelings in her increased. She laid back one hand idly stroking the thigh connected to the man. What was with the clothes. Mikhail knew better. She liked to feel skin. Feel his soft skin pressed against hers. He knew that she would get so caught up in the feelings that she would go far, real far, but she would stop every time right before.

"Oooooh," she moaned loudly. Her back arching, her legs splayed wide, and her hips bucking to take in more and more of what he was offering. Her hand tangled in his shirt and her eyes raised to his face. This wasn't Mikhail! This was the man who she wanted to please more than anything in the whole wide world.

"Daddy, do you want to.." Shyla trailed off. "With me?"

 

[TheGrind]

Words were meaningless. No matter what playful intent either of them may have had, it had been obliterated by screams of lust and desire. When she asked him if he wanted to, he let his hand slip away from the vibrator, pulling it away from her and setting it to the side His silence answered her as his hand returned to the void the vibrator had left. Clear thinking had gone, or maybe it was at last becoming the powerful presence it should’ve been when he first opened that door.

His hand dipped between her legs, feeling her pussy as his fingers picked up the vibrator’s slack, its muffled grumblings still could be heard as it remained on and covered between the blanket and the mattress. Leaning forward he placed a soft, nearly unnoticeable kiss against her lips before he adjusted himself. Pulling his hand from her he positioned himself so he moved between her legs.

“Spread your legs, baby,” he spoke in the darkness. There were so many things running through his mind but none of them telling him how wrong this was supposed to be. It wasn’t wrong. It was going to feel good. Damn good. It’d been something he wanted for he didn’t know how long. Had it been submerged? Did he only want it as a mindless reaction to feel close to someone he’d been cut off from? None of it mattered. The reasons were pointless because all he wanted was the girl underneath him. All he wanted was that body, that pussy.

Without another sound he slipped his head between her legs, kissing her waist as he inhaled her scent. His kisses were soft and moved their way down her body until they reached her pussy. His tongue lapped at her, loving the taboo feeling he was committing. Then he slipped his tongue inside her, truly tasting her for the first time.

 

[La_Reina]

Rational thought was indeed gone. She knew this was wrong. This was her father, but she wanted this. This man whom she remet two days ago. It was wrong, so wrong, and yet so fucking good. Deliciously good. He opened something inside her that wanted to be bad instead of the good girl she always been; and he hadn't done anything yet that she wasn't doing to herself already.

He moved the vibrator and Shyla thought she had done something wrong. Panic started to rise until he replaced his hand and had her back arching. She wasn't sure what he did, but she never felt that before. His touch was magic and it had her panting and moaning, her hands clutching him, silently begging not to stop.

At his words she spread her legs. She was his baby. His little girl and that thought made her wetter. It was so bad, taboo, and the feelings they brought made her so hot. She really needed to install a fan in her room. His head was going lower and lower and she watched him until his tongue touched her. She didn't care if the neighbors heard she came hard at that first touch. Her scream of pleasure rocking through the house.

He didn't stop, but kept going and Shyla's haze kept her from truly thinking anything more than this feels good, it's so wrong and so good, and lastly don't stop don't stop don't fucking stop. Her mind was all jumbled but one thing was prevalent she was going to lose her fucking virginity tonight. She was so horny.

"My turn," using her gymnastic skills were easy to switch the position. Instead of David being on his back he was still laying on his stomach and knees. Shyla was under him in the 69 position, but instead of the usual foreplay that she usually did she had him in her mouth and was pushing him down her throat. She would usually warm up to getting him deeper and deeper, but the alcohol and the feelings coursing through her made her forget that part and he was literally balls deep in his little girl's mouth. Shyla had to be really good at something to keep the boy's from wanting to break her cherry. Loving cock and wanting it as deep as it could go was one good way.

 

[TheGrind]

David couldn’t help but release a smile as he heard his little girl scream her ecstasy to the world. Neighbors meant nothing in the throes of passion, in the heat of lust. But David didn’t stop. For a moment he let his hands slip underneath her body, gripping her ass as he continued to tongue fuck her pussy. No human would be able to stop at this point. David had long ago succumbed to the way his daughter moved but by this point it was beyond any human ability to just say no to anything. And there was still so much more left to go, so much more night left to burn.

Then he heard her say something and felt her body move. She couldn’t have sobered up so quickly, giving in at the same time? No, she was moving into a different position. Shyla was being active. It was an incredible feeling knowing that not only was his daughter a sexual being, but for tonight, she was his sexual being. David relinquished some of his control and let her move easily into the sixty-nine position. He wasn’t one to argue; once he felt his cock sink into her mouth, there wasn’t much arguing he’d care to do.

David pressed his face back between her legs, tasting her sweet body as his tongue probed her. But it didn’t take him long to realize just how active his daughter was. The girl was getting into it, sinking his cock completely down her throat. He’d given up trying to please her and instead leaned forward, his hands on the bed as he rocked his hips against her mouth. Minutes seemed to pass but there was one thing he wanted more than anything.

When he was able, he pulled his cock from his baby’s mouth and turned around on the bed. From here he could see everything, the sliver of light coming through the door giving him a view he wouldn’t forget. Climbing between her legs he placed his naked body near hers, his cock hanging just inches above her. Slowly he lowered his body down, feeling his hard cock coming into contact with her pussy. There was no stopping, no final reassurances if this was what she really wanted or if she objected. The actions of the night had compelled him to drive forward, to push his cock between Shyla’s legs.

 

[La_Reina]

Shyla was enjoying the feeling of his hardness sliding in and out of her mouth and down her throat. She loved when he pumped his hips into the silken heat of her mouth. She was moaning, the vibrations riding up and down his shaft. She sucked her lips in tightly wanting to feel his hot seed. He was so thick and she needed this more than she needed anything else. She pouted when he pulled out and stared at her.

She started to blush as he just looked at her. At first her mind was blank, but slowly she was starting to have thoughts and once more she was wondering what the hell she was doing? Than David shifted position and he was leaning over her. Her legs were splayed wide, her pussy dripping, and she knew what he was going to do. Usually she would stop and it would actually be way before this point. She felt him hesitate and she didn't do or say anything. For some reason she wasn't scared. She was just fucking horny.

He lowered himself and she felt him enter her. It was good and he was thick and big. He kept going and Shyla moaned deeply until he hit what felt like an inner resistance to her. She knew from stories this was going to hurt and in her druken state she already had tears in her eyes. She nodded and braced herself. He thrust forward ripping through her hymen and she tried to bite back her scream which sounded more like a gurgle. The tears were streaming down her cheeks now.

"Daddy?"

 

[TheGrind]

David was almost too into his daughter to hear her audible word and it was far too dark to see those streaming tears. But lust ruled all with a dictator’s fist. The girl felt damn good. All the teasing throughout the day and he was finally getting what he’d been trying to get since he first set eyes on her, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

He thrust against her, at first ignoring what sounded like a question. Knowing it was her first time he heaved his hips against her with as much care as he could while staving off the desire to fuck her relentlessly at least until he knew she wasn’t pained. If he could help himself for that long. Fucking her slowly he leaned his body against hers, feeling her breasts pressing against his chest as he neared his face toward hers. Feeling her breath on his skin, against his cheek, then as he turned his head, against his lips.

David kissed the corner of her mouth, the tip of her nose before hastening his thrusts, the speed of his hips as his lips connected with hers. The kiss was saturated in passion as his tongue left his mouth to explore hers. Even with the mantra of “This is your daughter” running like a machine within his head, he couldn’t believe it. His daughter should taste, shouldn’t feel like this. He shouldn’t want more. But he did.

Breaking the kiss he finally decided to respond, “What is it, baby?”

 

[La_Reina]

He kept going and she could feel the pain start to dim being replaced with something else; something hotter, more potent. She moaned as the feelings intensify. She bucked her hips meeting him thrust for thrust. She squeezed her muscles tightly wanting more. She arched her back, her hands on his hips, pushing him deeper into her. She couldn't believe how great he felt thrusting in and out of her.

Than he kissed. The kiss was passionate enough to make a girl swoon. His tongue danced with hers and she felt herself getting dizzy. It was too much and at the same time not enough. She wanted more needed more. It felt so good. She moaned loudly into his mouth as she ran her hands up and down his body.

Why hadn't she done this before? It felt good. Too good and she could feel her body coiling tighter and tighter, her muscles squeezing tighter, her body on fire. She knew what it was, but she never experienced it before from just penetration. Then he stopped and his words burned through her making her even wetter. He called her baby. His baby.

"Daddy, fuck me. Fuck me!" She thrust her hips trying to get him to keep going. She wasn't sure what she was going to say before, but all that mattered was cumming. She was close and she can get there again.

 

[TheGrind]

The sound of pleasure dared to escape his throat as he fucked his girl. Feeling her meet every single thrust only encouraged him to go farther, to climb deeper, to hasten his pace and to want more. Not a single cohesive thought was able to muscle its way to the front of his mind. By the sliver of light from the door he watched her, her chest, her face as he slammed his cock into her.

He heard her. Heard her speak those words. Words he never would’ve thought could leave her mouth, especially after the early day they had. Those words were enough to refuel the feelings of lust he felt for his girl. The moments for loving thrusts had ended. Now he just wanted to fuck.

David kissed her one more time gently before he trained his hands on either side of her. Then he pounded her hard and fast, their bodies clapping together with each hastened thrust. Every moment drew for a lifetime. Those moments multiplied as he felt himself nearing his frantic end. And when he felt it come, he knew he had to do it inside her. He didn’t know if she was on the pill or not, it didn’t matter for him. Not in that drunken, lusted haze.

Slamming his cock hard, he came inside her.

 

[La_Reina]

Shyla was bucking her hips to get him deeper and faster. He felt so good deep inside her aching wet pussy. He kissed her and she kissed him back with passion before he pistoned inside her. He slammed into her over and over faster than she could have thought possible. She screamed in pleasure the only way she was able to release the built up passion in her.

Than it happened she came and hard. Her body coilded tight and then she was spasming around his cock. Her pussy milking him for all she was worth. She screamed and screamed until her throat was sore and yet she didn't stop cumming. Every single little twitch sent flying over and she was cumming again.

Shyla felt great. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

She awoke to the bright sunlight in her eyes. She hadn't put up curtains and the blinds weren't closed enough. She felt sore especially down there. Not only that, but she had a raging headache and she felt sick. What the hell happened last night? Flicker of images came to her, but none of it made sense. Shyla sighed and moaned. This is why she never got drunk before.

 

[TheGrind]

The liquor had taken its toll. After fucking and cumming inside his daughter, David fell upon her. There was little time to roll next to her as he let sleep overtake him. There was no doubt they’d be able to figure out what had happened the night before if their memories managed to fail them.

By the time Shyla had woken, David was still knocked out. A shove probably would’ve done it but any light stirrings just weren’t going to jar him awake from his night of drinking and fucking. Something he’d have to do again, if he’d be able to remember any of it. That top notch proof was wicked shit.

Still knocked out from the night before, David was half off the bed, his legs, from his knees, hanging over the edge. His mouth was open a little, just enough to permit his breath to fall against her stomach. The day would hurt, or at least the morning. Usually he was smart enough to take down a glass of water but everything went by so fast. There was one thing followed by another and water was not written on that important list.