EroticReverie

Haylee

I've always known my dad was a pervert. When I was younger I always heard him making comments to Trevor, or his friends about women. "You see the rack on that one?" "She'd be a good ride." "She came like Niagra Falls." I listened, not really knowing sometimes what he was ven referring to, until I got older and caught on. But he's always been a shameless pervert, but it was always with women his own age, or younger maybe, but never "get your ass in jail" young. Though I did tend to notice, he looked sometimes, at girls that were maybe on the verge of being jail bait. But he always kept whatever perverse shit was going through his head to himself when it came to girls he wasnt sure were old enough I guess. 

I think maybe his attention that was directed toward women, was partly why I'd always grown up, with a forbidden crush on the one man that I shouldn't have had a crush on. I loved my dad. I was his princess that could do no wrong, he spoiled me endlessly and hardly ever told me no. So when I saw him flirting or looking at women, I always wondered , why not me ? How come he loves me so much but doesnt think IM sexy? Well, yeah, growing up, I realized why not, but even as I understood  , it didnt stop me from harboring a crush or wanting his undivided attention. 

I'd noticed while going throught he part of puberty where my breasts started to come in, that he'd look at them. I liked it. Catching him looking, even if maybe he wasnt thinking anything other than "oh lord, puberty, here we fucking go, teenage horomones and mood swings". But I told myself, he liked them. And apparently, he did. 

Should I be concerned my father was checking me out at that age? Some would say yes. But I knew my dad. And he might have a perverted wandering eye, and probably a hell of a lot of instrusive inappropriate thoughts about his own daughter, and probably other teenage girls. But I was a firm believer in , as long as people arent hurting anyone, it's fine. So people can think about their freak shit in their head all they want. Thinking it, and doing it, are different. Maybe not by much. and sure, there's limits to what I'd be able to stomach or agree with. But my father never laid a finger on me, other than to wipe my tears and hug me. He was a pervert, but he wasn't a bad father for noticing my tits. At least not in my opinion. Was it fucked up? Yes. But was it something worth deeming him an unforgivable pervert? I don't think so. But maybe that's because I've always loved my father a little bit too much, and loved him a lot more than a daughter should. Maybe because the apple didnt fall from the perverted tree. Who knows? Who cares? 

I've never been more turned on, never felt so fucking sexy as I do with my fathers mouth groaning into my cunt. So I didn't care what was right, or what was wrong, I didnt care that he may have been wanting me or having thoughts that would make him burn in hell. Because I had them too. all the fucking time. I wanted him to want me like he wanted the women he would look at. I wanted him to want me in his bed, like the women he briefly dated and brought into the home. 

I was so fucking jealous growing up, because I didnt understand why I couldnt sleep in my Daddy's bed too. Then I did understand why not, and then...I still wanted it anyways. 

I'm pretty sure he just fucking came while eating me out, and that in itself has me smiling as I fucking moan for his tongue and fingers. Because all those years of wanting my own father, to be something more than his daughter to him, it was all worth it, to finally have my father fucking me and eating my pussy like he's been starving for it, to the point of busting. 

"did you..just fucking cum?" I moan and he growls, and I giggle with a moan. 

"oh daddy...that's so fucking hot" I moan when he refuses to admit it. HE was probably ashasmed. I knew my father too well, he was all "alpha" and a bit of a fucking misogynist honestly. He didnt hate women, or think they should be desginated fuck toys, not really anyways. But im sure he wouldnt mind having a buffet of holes for his dick to fuck whenever he pleased. And i know for damn sure, that he'd rather eat glass than admit a woman had that much power over him to make him bust just from licking her pussy. He was just that type of guy. 

"it's okay daddy, it's okay to love eating my pussy so much it makes your big dick cum" I moan and he growls again and keeps fingering me and licking my clit. 

"mmmm, make me cum daddy, make me cum" i moan. 

I couldve cum the second he started eating me like a fucking lion in the god damn wild. But i was edging my pussy, refusing to cum, because it felt too fucking good, and was the best thing I've ever seen. My fathers mouth on my pussy, his tongue lapping at me, devouring me. 

"fuck daddy" I whine when I feel my orgasm demanding to be had. 

"shit im gonna cum, im gonna cum daddy!" I cry out as my clit takes the win. 

My head going back , one hand on the cement , the other still in his hair as I fucking scream. His deep growl, vribrating my clit as he keeps going, not stopping , not stopping. Not till I wrench his hair back and removes his mouth from my pussy, panting and shaking, my legs trembling like a fucking baby deer as I whimper and moan, cursing and panting as his fingers still move in and out of me.

"oh fuck, fuck" I cry and her grins, his mouth wet and his tongue licking his lips. 

"your hot little mouth is getting fucked after this cunt squirts for your father, Haylee" he says through clenched teeth. 

"fuck" I cry. 

"youve got one filthy little fucking mouth" he growls. 

"making me cum like a fucking chump in the god damn water, im going to punish that dirty little fucking mouth of yours...damage your throat so you cant fucking speak next time" he growls and I clench around his fingers. 

"Daddys gonna fuck that throat just like he's always wanted to" he groans and I curse , my pussy right there, on the edge of cumming as he coaxes my g spot with each thrust of his fingers. 

"my little throat princess, taking that cock so deep in that throat of yours, winning daddys dick for your cunt...i want more of that fucking throat....more of that naughty little fucking mouth on daddys dick"

"im going to put you on your fucking knees imagining you just how you were the first time I thought of putting my fucking cock in your mouth" 

"fuck" I cry. 

"yeah, fuck is right...because i wont even tell you the first time i thought about it Haylee....because only a monster would admit that..." he groans and I cum hard on his fingers. Because i didnt need him to tell me. my own imagination did the work for me.