Her Preferred C.o.c.k:>Ep9

Amber was lying on her side, on the bed. She was completely naked, and she was m**********g. She seemed to be totally blasé about this brazen display of carnality. For her, this felt like just about the most natural thing in the world; offering up her body, giving herself to a man. Especially this man. The very prospect of becoming her father's lover, his slut, his w***e, his big-titted f**k toy, had filled her with a sense of joy and excitement she could barely contain. And now he was here, to f**k her for the first time. Doug took off his vest and slipped out of his boxer shorts, his d**k bobbing up and down in front of him. He crawled onto the bed and grabbed hold of Amber's breasts, burying his face in them. He sucked at her n*****s, licking and chewing at her flesh. She wrapped her fingers round his c**k and began tugging on it, firmly. He lifted his face up to hers and kissed her, his probing tongue pushing into her mouth. She responded enthusiastically, her lips spread wide apart, her eyes closed in enjoyment. Then she opened them, staring up at her father. "Spit in my mouth." She whispered. He did so, dribbling long strands of saliva down into her gaping maw. She moaned deeply as she swallowed every drop. Then they kissed some more. All the while, she was squeezing and twisting and rubbing his d**k. "Are you going to stick your c**k in me now, Daddy? Are you going to f**k your daughter's tight wet cunt?" "Oh God, yes, my sweet little girl. My darling princess. Daddy's going to f**k you." He took hold of his d**k and slapped it against her p***y a few times. Then he rubbed his head against her c**t, before sliding it up and down her lips. They nibbled at his glans, trying to tug him inside her, but he resisted. He was using his c**k as a tool, an implement to stimulate and arouse her. He could smell her excitement, her anticipation. Doug glanced up at her, she had a look of intense concentration on her face, as she brutally fondled her own breasts. He could see her fingers sinking deep into her own flesh. She was biting her bottom lip, almost panting in feverish ecstasy. "Get up on your hands and knees." He said, bluntly. She immediately did as he ordered, turning round and settling in front of him, sensually waving her big, juicy butt from side to side. He brought his hand up and slapped one of her ass cheeks, wanting to watch her flesh ripple and jiggle. Then he lined his c**k up with her vaginal lips and, with a single stroke, he buried himself inside her. Amber groaned as her father penetrated her with his d**k for the first time. This was what she had been waiting for. This was the c**k she had always needed. All those other men, all those other boys, had been preparing her for this moment. They were simply the hors d'oeuvres; this was the main course. She was born to be her father's lover. She knew that now with absolute clarity and absolute certainty. From now on, she would make sure she was available for him whenever he wanted. He was her primo prick from this day forward. Even when she met someone and got married, she would still be his lover. He would always have first claim on her. He'd said her cunt belonged to him. Now she understood exactly what he meant. Rhythmically, Doug began to f**k his daughter. He clamped his hands round her waist and moved his hips back and forth. With each thrust he tried pushing himself deeper and deeper inside her. His c**k was so hard, it almost hurt. He reached out with his hands, wanting to stroke and caress her long, naked back, feeling her soft skin beneath his fingers. Then he grabbed hold of her wild mane of blonde hair, pulling her back mercilessly, until she was upright, her body skewered onto his. He reached round to fondle her breasts, luxuriating in the deep, rich flesh of her chest. His c**k was barely moving now, as he just savoured the sensation of her tight, wet gash wrapped round his prick. He was pushing upwards, trying to lift her body using only his d**k; the weight of her pressing down on him. The sensation was exquisite. He brought his lips to her ear and whispered softly. "Your cunt is unbelievable, baby girl." "Thank you, Daddy...hmmm...your d**k feels so good inside me." "Well, you better get used to it. It's going to be inside you all the time from now on." "Is that a promise?" "Pinky promise. You're going to be my number one slut. You and I are going to be f*****g every minute of every day." "Sounds wonderful." "In a few minutes I'm going to c*m inside you. I'm going to squirt all my baby gravy inside your cunt. And then, not that long from now, I'm going to do you in the ass. Understood?" "Hmmm...absolutely." "You on the pill, by the way?" "Of course. You can't spread your legs for as much c**k as I do, without taking some precautions. Although isn't it a bit late to be asking now, Daddy? I mean, your d**k is already inside me." "Better to be safe than sorry." "You worried about putting a baby in your little girl's belly?" "Not especially. That's what abortions are for." "Actually, I find the idea kind of hot. You knocking me up? Getting your own daughter pregnant? Maybe that's something we should explore?" "The only thing I want to explore at the moment is your p***y. And then your dirty little asshole. So shut the f**k up and squeeze my c**k with your cunt muscles, okay?" "Okay, Daddy." Amber did as she was told and before too long he was shooting his load inside her. Exactly as promised, after he got his breath back, Doug proceeded to f**k her in the butt; which proved to be an even tighter fit than her t**t. Once he'd c*m inside her for a second time, she dropped to her knees and sucked him clean. She could taste her ass-juice on his d**k, but that didn't bother her in the slightest. Amber was freaky as f**k, and she had dealt with plenty of d***s a lot dirtier than her father's. After all the f*****g and the sucking had subsided, the two of them settled down together, catching their breath. They climbed into her bed -- both of them naked -- and pulled up the covers. Amber was lying with her head resting on his chest. She could feel his heartbeat through his muscles and skin. He was softly stroking her arm and back, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on her smooth, silky flesh. She was toying with his curly chest hair, tickling his n*****s, giggling to herself like a little girl, enraptured by a new plaything. Which, in a way, she was. "Did you enjoy that? Did you enjoy molesting your daughter?" She asked, an eyebrow raised quizzically. "Didn't seem like there was much molesting going on. You looked like you were into it." "Oh f**k, was I ever. My only regret is we wasted so much time. You should've been f*****g me years ago." "Well, years ago you would have been underage." "What does that matter? I was hardly an innocent. Incest is fine but underage incest is out of the question?" "Yeah, I suppose so. I've gotta draw a line somewhere. That's where I draw my line. Anyway, it's like when I was a kid. My mom wasn't much of a cook. Her food seemed okay to me, but I wasn't used to anything better. Sundays were always the worst. We'd eat in the evening, and I was so hungry. She'd be cooking pot roast or meatloaf or something, and the day just f*****g dragged. So, I'd ask if I could have something to tide me over, a sandwich or a candy bar, but she'd always say no. You'll enjoy it all the more when it's ready, she'd tell me. Waiting only makes it taste better. That's true about all of this." "Really?" "Oh yeah, I've wanted to bang you for such a long time. And you didn't try all that hard to disguise the fact you wanted to bang me. The anticipation, the denial, has only made you sweeter." "So, I'm like your mom's pot roast?" "In a way, yes." "Ooh," She said, suddenly, with almost a squeal of excitement. "Speaking of pot."