EroticReverie

Isla Lily James -Porter...a few days later

"Daddy" I whisper on an exhale as my father stands behind me in the kitchen, his one hand up my dress, and inside of my panties, rubbing my clit, while the other is on my chest, slipped down the top of my dress, palming my bare breast as he whispers in my ear how wet I am for him while kissing right below my ear. My lashes fluttering and my need for more, soaking my panties as I hold back my moans. My mother went to the store, to pick up some over the counter medicine for my husband Christopher who was picking up a cold, and who was currently upstairs in bed in my old bedroom , resting. 

"Mmm, you're such a good wife, aren't you baby?" He asks as I let the hot soup for my sick husband, get cold, as my father slides his hand down further and slips two fingers inside of me. 

"Daddy" I whimper softly and he hums. 

"I know baby, i know, don't worry, daddy's gonna give it to you, just needed to make sure my girls ready for me, but you're always ready for me, arent you sweetie?" He whispers as I pant and nod. 

"Lift your dress for daddy and drop your panties to the floor like a good girl, let daddy fill you up sweetie" He groans and I whimper, grabbing the sides of my dress and pulling it up as I pant, unable to stop myself. I should, but I can't. Because deep down, I don't want to. 

"Mmm, sexy fucking girl, who's daddys good girl?" he whispers in my ear as I shove my panties down my thighs.

"Me, im daddys good girl" I pant softly and he hums, and then is pushing down his pants as he kisses on my neck. 

"best little girl a daddy could ever have, arent you sweetie?" He whispers as I feel his one hand slide to my bare hip, as I pull up the back up my dress and leave it hanging around my waist as I place both hands back to the counter. 

I nod, and suck in a breath as I feel his push slowly inside of me. 

"mmmmm" he hums. "good girl, give daddy your fuckin pussy" he groans in my ear as I feel my eyes roll in my head as I arch my back, and let my head fall back to his shoulder, my ass pulled against his hips as he holds both of my hips. 

"yeah give daddy that fuckin pussy" he whispers and I clench around his cock. I bite my lip hard, wishing I hated it, wishing I didnt fucking want this, wishing i didnt need it. Wishing I didnt get off so fucking good to my fathers cock inside of me. Wishing his dirty talk disgusted me instead of making me so fucking horny I could cry. Wishing I wasnt married to Christopher, wishing I wasnt pregnant with Christophers baby. Wishing I didnt have to force myself to live a normal life, when all I wanted was this. 

I'd done so well, i'd kept our ongoing affair to only Christmas the past few years, and I'd had every intention of telling my father it had to stop now that I was pregnant. But i'd failed, and now I was letting him have me, and letting him tell me that he needed me more than just once a year. I hadnt been strong enough, or maybe I was, but just didnt truly want it to end. 

"Give daddy that sweet sweet pussy"he whispers and I moan, and he hushes me, then gently bends me over the counter, pulls back my hips and I stand there, barefoot on my tip toes, hands on the counter, my head hanging between my shoulders as I bite back my moans as I throw my ass back, my greedy cunt taking my fathers cock as I pant over my sick husbands lukewarm soup. 

"that's my girl, that my fucking girl, fuck daddys dick , sweet girl" he groans and I whimper, cursing under my breath, panting as I think of just how many times we've done this, how my first time having sex with with him, how i'd so easily let my father between my legs and into my bed whenever he wanted me. How easily id let him make love to me and how easy i had made it for him to keep the secret. 

"who loves daddys dick in their fuckin pussy?" he grunts quietly as my ass smacks off his hips, he thrusts into me as I push back and I gasp. 

"i do, i love daddys dick in my pussy" i cry quietly and he groans. 

"say it again" he groans.

"I love daddys dick in my pussy" I cry softly , and feel my cunt clench and i moan at how fucking wet I am, how i only ever get this wet with him. No matter how good my husband is in bed, nothing compares to this, to being daddys girl. 

"i love daddys dick in my pussy" I whimper, remembering the first time, the way he made me tell him i loved daddy's dick in my virgin pussy. And I had....he'd made it so good for me. It hurt, but he was so gentle with me, and i liked the way it felt when he looked at me, told me how pretty I was, and how precious I was, and how he loved me so much. I might have been scared, but I was truly such a daddys girl, that I hadnt protested at all when he told me he was going to make a woman. I'd wanted him to. 

"He might have married my little girl, might have put a fucking baby in you, but this pussy is daddy's, you...are mine....you're my fucking girl" he grunts and fucks me harder. 

"im yours daddy, im yours, it's your pussy, it's your pussy daddy" I pant on repeat as he fucks me harder and harder, making me struggle to hold back the cries and moans as I cum hard on his cock. 

"take daddys cum in your pregnant fuckin pussy" he grunts and slams deep and I let out a yelp as my legs shake, my pussy still cumming, pulsing as my father shoots his load deep inside of me. His hips violently jerking, as is he's punishing me for having another mans baby. Punishing me for having a husband, for having anyone else but him inside of me. 

"take that fuckin daddy cum" he grunts and slams again into me, my hips slamming into the counter and I yelp as he firmly holds my hips, and presses down on them as his hips thrust upward. 

Both of us panting, breathing hard as he holds himself inside of me, then leans down, kissing on my neck, over my shoulder. his hands moving from my hips , up the front of my dress, palming my tits as he stands there with his cock inside of me, keeping me up my tips toes as I tremble. 

"my good, fuckin, girl" he whispers and squeezes my tits harder and groans against my neck and kisses it, then lifts his mouth to my ear as he rubs my tits and gives me a gentle thrust making both of us groan as his cock pushes deeper inside of me. 

"Go take care of your husband" he whispers. 

"Bring him his fucking soup with daddys cum dripping from your married pregnant cunt" he growls and I whimper. 

He kisses my neck, slides out of me and backs away as I stand there moaning softly, my cunt pulsing, and I feel it push his cum out of me slowly, dripping from my cunt.  I look at him over my shoulder, he smiles. Then leans back over, kisses my forehead. 

"Such a good girl" he whispers. "always such a good girl"