schoolteacher like stern demeanour.
Daddy rolled towards me and held me tight in
his arms and kissed me all over my face with love filled with
passion filled with restrained-violence.
Aswan came with two assistants and set up
our table with a huge breakfast ranging from fresh tropical fruits,
breads to fully cooked gourmet dishes.
He prepared as we sat up and had breakfast
in bed. I had started to like 'Four Seasons' hotels, at least their
VIP or Presidential or whatever suite we were staying in.
Dad sat up duvet covering his crotch. I had
to pull a sheet around me to cover myself properly.
Aswan cleared very quickly and thanked us to
allow him to serve. He was so polite and cute.
We were sated and full. Daddy pulled the
sheet covering me away and devoured my nakedness as if he had seen
it for the first time. I blushed. I pulled the duvet away and was
not at all surprised to find my father's monster nearly steel hard.
My inadequately small hand caressed the humungous girth and daddy's
cock throbbed in its full glory.
I moaned as my father pulled me on top. I
was old enough to know what my dad wanted. I adjusted my wet cunt
opening on his rampant giant and slowly sunk on it. Despite being
fucked all night, I looked down with incredulity as my body
engulfed entire length of my dad's monster.
Daddy fucked me 'slow and languid' as I rose
and fell on his cock. He helped me by lifting my big voluptuous
ass. I had my first orgasm on the twentieth stroke, first of many.
When dad exploded inside my pulsating cunt I was buried under him
and he was slamming his cock with authority and desire to own the
woman crushed underneath him. My daddy did not have to try at all.
He owned me. I came once again as my father's cock burst open
inside my pussy.
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We just lay in bed oblivious to time as
father and daughter savoured the afterglow of incredible incestuous
sex. My hands softly stroked my father's hairy chest and belly. I
lay with my face on dad’s chest, inside his arm wrapped around me.
My father's fingers lazily tweaked, rolled and flicked my sensitive
nipple.
"Daddy, do you want to go jogging?" Daddy
and I jogged everyday for five kilometers.
"Caro, today all the jogging I want to do is
to run my cock in and out of daughter's beautiful tight pussy."
I blushed as my father expressed our lust
explicitly. I purred and kissed dad's chest in complete
agreement.
Dad and I fucked three times more. I was
totally limp and nearly comatose with continuous orgasms exploding
through my body.
Poor Aswan had to brace himself again at
seven pm to ring dad to ask which restaurant he would like to book
for dinner or we would like to eat in. He was keen to freshen up
our bed.
Dad looked at me and I mouthed 'out'. We got
out of bed. I gasped when I saw a large red patch on the pure white
sheet as the evidence of my defloration. Dad held me tight. I
looked down and saw similar evidence on his groins and pubic
hair.
Dad and I got ready together. If sex with my
father was heaven then the simple proximity of sharing most private
moments of daily human ablutions was equally heady.
I held daddy's heavy long flaccid cock and
made patterns in the bowl as he peed. Daddy spread my legs and
insisted on seeing my stream come out of my body. I was shy at
first and could not initiate urinating.
Daddy, once my stream was hissing out like a
fountain, put his hand in the warm shower, "DADDEEE!" I shrieked
expressing conventional 'non-acceptance' that I did not actually
feel. Daddy stayed close to me as I finished with the rest of my
body needs. I was feeling the undiluted joy of this complete
decimation of boundaries.
Dad and I showered together. We soaped each
other. It soon deteriorated in groping and fingering. Daddy growled
something like "I warned you Caro' and lifted me up in air. I threw
my arms around my father's neck. He aligned my pussy on his cock my
legs hooked around his waist.
Air went out of my body with a