I Lost My Virginity to My Daddy

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Damn, this was an uneasy subject to broach. I sat nervously looking at him. My dad was always so handsome to me. He was 47 years old with salt and pepper hair and kind brown eyes. He always had a kind of tan look. He was reading his newspaper and had his tie loosened. I didn’t know how to bring up the subject. Here I was, 16 years old and I was at a loss for words. I really didn’t have anyone else to talk to. I mean mom had been gone for three years now. She had run off with some guy, and had only called me once. I was nervous about talking to him, but decided to suck it up and just ask. “Daddy? Can I talk to you about something?” He peered at me over the top of his paper. He could see my anxiety. “Sure, Kayla. Come sit next to me.“ He patted the couch invitingly. He put his arm around me and smiled kindly. “What’s bothering you, baby?” I squirmed a little. I wanted to tell him that I saw him last night. I went downstairs to get a drink, and I had seen him jacking off . He had a pair of my panties in his other hand and he was smelling them. I quietly turned around and had walked back upstairs. I wondered what it had meant? I mean honestly, I had seen him look at me, but I figured it was normal for men to look at me. I wasn’t ugly. I had brown hair and eyes, and a nice mouth. My tits were tiny, but they were high and firm, and I had a tight body. I was 5 foot 4 and 113 pounds. I had dated before. I knew men found me attractive. He waited patiently for me to speak. “Dad, I kind of saw you last night when I came downstairs for a drink.” “ I see,” he said nervously. “Kayla, I shouldn’t have taken your şişli escort bayan panties, but you just smelled so good, and I was really lonely and excited. You are such a beautiful young woman now, and I just got turned on.” He put his head in his hands. “Daddy! Don’t be upset. I am not mad at you.” I paused. I nervously shifted in my chair. I felt his warm hand on my shoulder. “I am a dirty old man and I should be ashamed of myself.” “No, Daddy! I wanted to tell you, because…well…I kind of liked seeing you do that.” Suddenly he got very still. His hand suddenly gripped my shoulder. He reached his hand under my chin and raised my face up. He looked at my flaming cheeks, and shaky smile. “Is that right? You liked seeing me stroke my dick while I smelled your panties?” I met his gaze. “Yes, Daddy.” “Did it make you feel sexy?” “Oh, Daddy!” I flung myself against his chest and buried my burning face there. He held me for a few minutes letting my embarrassment fade. “Did you touch yourself, Kayla? Did you rub your sweet wet spot while you thought about Daddy?” I nodded my head. “Tell me, Kayla, honey, have you ever had sex?” I told him I hadn’t. The closest I had come was oral sex. I had given my boyfriend a blow job. I wouldn’t let him fuck me, and he eventually ditched me for another girl. “Mmm, Kayla, this is so wrong, but I want to be your first. Will you let me?” I said, “Yes,” in a whisper. I knew this was wrong. This was what people made fun of when they talked about girls who lived in the south. Trashy redneck girls who fucked their Daddies and their brothers and every other relative. mecidiyeköy escort bayan Trashy. It echoed in my head, but I felt Daddy’s warm embrace. He could sense I was having misgivings. “If you want me to stop, I will at any time.” I looked up at him and he brought his lips down to mine so softly and gently. His lips brushed mine, once, and then again. His tongue came out and traced my lips softly. Then he brought his lips down firmly against mine and his tongue slid like magic between my lips that seemed to part with a will of their own. Our tongues touched and rubbed. He sucked on my tongue a little. I shivered in pleasure. His warm hands played with the spaghetti straps of my camisole. The kiss deepened. He pulled away and kissed my shoulder softly. His hand slid slowly up my thigh. Just trailing his fingertips up my knee and over my leg. He toyed with my legs. He slid my skirt up a bit…and then a bit more. I felt one finger softly touch my silky panties. I drew in a sharp breath. He didn’t try to put his hand inside my panties like others had done. He just touched my pussy through the panties. He rubbed the slit up and down, with that one teasing finger. My nipples were rock hard and poking through my camisole. His other hand cupped my small breasts, and he rubbed his thumb over my erect nipple through the thin fabric of my camisole. He slid the spaghetti straps down my shoulders. One tug and my bare tits were exposed to his hungry gaze. I was already breathing hard. I was trying not to, because I didn’t want him to know how hot he was making me. He slowly lowered his mouth escort şişli to one of my throbbing nipples. I couldn’t help myself. I moaned in pleasure as his hot tongue teased my little nipple. He suckled it gently then moved to the other one. They puckered up even tighter than they were. They felt like stones . He teased them and sucked them until he felt me grinding my pussy against that teasing finger. My head fell back in lust. He sucked hard on my nipples. He bit them with his teeth. Teasing me until I cried out. He pulled away from me and ripped his tie and shirt off. I pulled him to me, and we kissed deeply. I felt his big hand squeezing my small tits. He pulled and twisted the nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pinching them a little. Then he did what I was waiting for. He reached for my panties and slowly slid his hand inside them. I thought I would die in pleasure. He rubbed my throbbing slit with his finger, and gently, slid that middle finger between my sensitive pussy lips. He caught his breath in a gasp. “Kayla? You are bare!” I moaned and said, I had been keeping it waxed smooth. It made the pussy so much more sensitive. He slid that teasing middle finger up and down my pussy lips, sliding between them again. He rubbed up and down slowly until he found my hard, throbbing little clit. He rubbed it with the tip of his finger making tight little circles. I didn’t want him to ever stop. He stood up quickly. I cried out at the interruption as he took his hand away from pleasuring me. He unfastened his pants and let them fall to the floor. He was in his boxers and I could see his erect cock through his boxers. He knelt down and unzipped my skirt. He tugged it down gently, and then took my panties off. He asked me to spread my legs for him so he could look at me. I spread my legs wide and reached down and pulled my cunt lips apart.

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