Dirty Erotic Oneshots - Mistress_ Red (books to read now txt) 📗

to feel a warm tingling in my testicles. 

As her orgasm subsided, my daughter seemed to catch her bearings and immediately tried to push me off of her. "Dad, please. You said you wouldn't put it in me. Please stop."

"Shh," I whispered, and rammed into her hard. She gasped again as the bed frame smacked against the wall.

Fuck, I thought. In one swift motion, I turned onto my side pulling my daughter with me, and draped her right leg over my left, keeping my cock half-buried in her. 

Sandra sat up and said "What is it? What happened?"

Gabrielle, who had been struggling and writhing against me, froze at the sound of her mother's voice.

"It's okay, honey. I think Gabby was having a nightmare. " I wrapped my arms around Gabrielle's back and pushed her down on my cock again. "It's okay, sweetie." I said soothingly, my cock fully filling her again.

"Poor baby," Sandra said. "Why aren't you sleeping in the other room?"

Gabrielle didn't respond. I pulled my cock out by a couple of inches and said "Honey, you know how boys are. Loud and obnoxious. She couldn't sleep so I told her she could sleep with us."

My wife turned her back on us again and said, "I'm so sorry it worked out this way, honey. You should have your own room tomorrow."

I pushed into Gabrielle again, slowly fucking her as my wife lay beside us, completely unaware.

I continued to slowly push her up and down on my cock until the deep breaths from the other side of the bed told me Sandra was sleeping again. I grabbed hold of Gabrielle's hips again and pressed down, grinding my pubic hair into her clit. I pressed my face between her breasts and licked the skin covering her sternum, all the while pushing and pulling her back and forth on my dick. 

Her breathing became rapid again and I felt her hips buck independently of my force once more. Again, she was controlling her movement on my cock, rocking back and forth and arching her back. I continued to lick on her breasts while she ground herself into me, whimpering and gasping as I sucked at her tits.

I felt her fingertips touch my head and she pushed my head farther into her chest. I bit down on her fleshy mound as I felt her contract on my cock again, in the midst of her second orgasm. I felt her fingernails dig into my scalp as she grunted and I felt my own release coming on.

Once again, Gabrielle regrouped and tried to force me off of her. She could tell by the look in my eyes that I was about to come.

"Please don't come in me," she whispered over and over. Still laying on our sides, I grabbed onto her and fucked her as fast and hard as I could without waking my wife again. 

"Dad, please don't come in me," she said again, gasping for air at the force of my cock going in and out of her.

I had every intention of pulling out of her at one point, but feeling the breath of her gasps on my ear made me lose control. I held on to her hips as I railed into her – the warm tingling in my balls came back full force and I started to come. I groaned and grunted as I pushed into her, imagining my sperm hitting the back of her cervix as she gasped again. I held her in my arms until our breathing returned to normal.

As I calmed down, I looked into my daughter's eyes, ashamed and embarrassed of what I had made her do. I kissed her on the lips and thanked her, as I turned away and fell asleep, not knowing what would happen the following day. i n c e s t ( ii )

 

 The next morning I awoke to beams of light cascading from the hotel window directly into my eyes. I turned my head away from the window and saw my daughter's hair sprawled out in front of me. It took me a moment to adjust to where I was. And then, just like that, the moments from the night before came flooding back to me.

Moans. Grunts. Fucking. Ramming. Little fucking tits, oh fuck yeah and almost getting caught by my wife, oh fuck! I felt myself growing hard in remembrance and reflexively started mashing my thick cock into the bunched up sheet which lay beneath me as I replayed the previous evening in my mind. 

Dad, please don't come in me, she had pleaded. I was pretty sure I ignored that request. I vaguely remembered a small percentage of me wanting to respect her desires, but the majority of my brain (and let's be honest, my cock) was focused on the suctioning force of her tight pussy. Ohhh yeah it was, my cock reminded me, forcing my attention back towards my daughter. I peeled up the sheet which covered her smooth ass and thighs and saw the evidence -- my dried seed amongst her inner thighs -- where it had oozed out post-coitus. God, I am a sick deviant, I thought to myself, where did this come from? It was as though seeing my daughter engaged in a sex act had awoken some primal monster in me, and I had no knowledge of how to suppress it. Nor did I want to. 

Just then I heard the whining of a shower being turned on, and I recognized what must've woken me in the first place: my wife closing the bathroom door to get a jump start on her morning ritual, which usually involved showering, shaving and god knows what else. I certainly didn't care as long as she took her time. I needed to feel myself in Gabby again, but I knew she was likely upset, so I'd need a bit of wiggle room.

So, wiggle I did. I slid up right behind her so my throbbing cock was pressed against her ass crack. Ho, I couldn't help but moan. Oh yeah. I felt her tense up immediately and instantly regretted being so forward. I placed my left hand on her left hip and squeezed it affectionately. 

"Gabby?" I whispered.

She didn't respond. I rubbed my hand up and down her hip, gently, to let her know I knew she was awake. "It's okay, baby," I whispered, kissing her neck. "It's all right." I continued rubbing the smooth skin of her hip. "Daddy's not going to hurt you. I lost control last night. And I'm sorry."

She said nothing.

"It's just that you're so beautiful," I said, kissing her neck again and tracing my tongue along her shoulder. I put my hand back on her hip and tickled the smooth skin again. "So beautiful," I whispered.

I probably would've been able to keep it together had it not been for that silky smooth thigh. I gripped onto her hip and once again pressed my covered cock to her bare ass, causing her to flinch and pull away again.

"Gabby," I whispered reassuringly, "I told you everything is okay. I was out of control last night, but I'm in control now, okay?" 

She still didn't respond, but I felt her tension subside somewhat. Which was miraculous, really, because I was in no more control now than I was the previous night. Perhaps I was a little more determined and calculating this morning, but certainly still unable to think about anything except her pussy.

I moved my hand from her hip to the warm depths of her inner thighs. I avoided direct contact with her most intimate parts, hoping the outer stimulation would propel her to force my fingers onto her clit and into her sweet hole, manipulatively assigning her a portion of responsibility in the act.

Sure enough, after 5 or so minutes of slow tickling of the outer and inner thighs, she slightly opened her legs to grant me further access. I continued to rub her inner thighs without making contact with her outer lips. She started moving her hips around trying to catch my fingers in her slit. I appeased her slightly and ran one finger all the way up to the nub of her clitoris, then I massaged either side of the bud.

"Ohhhh," she moaned. "Yessssssssssss."

That's what I was waiting for. I pulled down my boxers to my knees and positioned my cock at the entrance to her hole. She turned her head towards me and I covered her mouth with mine, pushing my shaft up into her long canal.

"Mmph," she moaned into my mouth. I moved my hands up to her breasts and cupped her left breast as I kissed her passionately, my cock still stuffed in her to the hilt. When I could take it no longer, I started to pull myself in and out of her.

It was heaven. We moaned and kissed in each other's mouths as our bodies slid together. I alternated between her breasts and her pussy, being sure to grant each the attention of my hands. And when she reached back to cup my balls, I knew we'd transgressed the perverted relationship I'd initiated the previous night. We were lovers.

Lovers, oh... That got me hot. I started ramming into her harder, feeling her hot stickyness engulf my cock.

"Oh yeah, baby," I said. I could feel the explosion approaching, and I didn't know how I was going to curb it, so I just started to go with it. The mounting pleasure before the peak was like nothing I'd ever felt. I focused on the velvety folds of her cunt, sliding my shaft in and out, pushing in, pulling out Oh yeah, oh yeah here it comes, fuck it's going to be a big one, oh yeah, FUCK-

And then the bathroom door opened. Fuuuuck. I hadn't even heard the shower stop. But when my wife walked out of the bathroom, I was too far gone. I couldn't hold back and nor did I care to. I locked eyes with my wife, her jaw dropped to the floor, as I grunted and groaned my climax into our daughter. She watched, horrified, as I expelled the longest and best ejaculation of my life into our child, squeezing her perfect breasts as I released. 

As Gabrielle and my moans subsided, my cock softened and slipped out of her sweet canal.

The three of us sat in silence staring at each other.

Fuck.

b d s m

 

 

"Sit down!"

I sat, right where I was. I wasn't anywhere near a chair, but I knew that tone of voice meant