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Published: 22-Dec-2012
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I loved my daddy with all my heart. He bought me lots and lots of things! But, lately he's been spending time with my mom all the time...and he's always with her and never has time for me, his princess. I hate her...she's such a bitch; don't know what daddy see in her. Like now he was banging her brains out. I lowered my hand to my aching pussy and began to finger my clit covered by my panties. I closed my eyes and moved my nimble fingers across my soaked pussy; the sounds if their bed, the sounds of my pussy juice, her moans it was pushing me over the edge.
"Fuck me daddy! Fuck your princess!" I was moving my two fingers faster.
My cunt tightned around my fingers as I found my g-spot. I arched off the bed and gasped as I felt my orgasmic juices flow out of my pussy.
Once I came down off my high I sat there, my blonde hair plastered with sweat to my forehead. I licked the juices that were on my hand wishing they were my daddy's cum.
From the sounds of nothing...they must be done. I got up and looked at my drenched sheets.
"Dammit." I whispered.
I grabbed my sheets and bundled them up and headed down to the laundry room. What I wasn't expecting was my father to be sitting at the kitchen table.
I think both of our eyes widened from the shock of each others presence.
"How-how long have you been up baby?" He asked his blue eyes filled with worry.
"Not long, I had to go to the bathroom and I saw I um bleed though my sheets." I said ducking my head to hide my blush.
"Oh." He said averting his eyes to the table away from the bundle of sheets I had.
I was disappointed yet again by not finding release.
That bitch of a wife I had came and rolled over before my dick even reached her g-spot.
I decided to go downstairs and get some coffee.
The only thing that gave me a hard on was my daughter.
What I wouldn't do to bang the daylight out of that sweet little pussy. And those cupid bow lips that would be heaven around my cock.
The thought of that simple had me near cumming.
The sound of footsteps startled me from my wet daydreaming, I thought I was gonna hear the yapping of my wife on why I wasn't in bed.
Instead it was my daughter who looked...flustered.
Dammit, I hope she didn't here me and her mother.
"What are you doing up sweetie?"
"Not long, I had to go to the bathroom and I saw I um bleed though my sheets." She answered blushing.
I looked anywhere but the sheets.
Once she walked past me I couldn't help but look at her perky ass. It strained against the material of nightgown.
She bent over the washing machine considering she wasn't tall by far 5'4. Her blonde ringlets swayed back and forth against her backside.
My cock hardened underneath my boxers at this glorious sight.
"Well, I'm about to get some sheets out the closet and go to bed." She said turning around.
"Alright goodnight."
"Goodnight Daddy."
She smiled and kissed me lightly on the lips.
Her small hand brushed aganist my crotch lightly.
She turned around and went upstairs.
Once, I heard her door close I went into the laundry room before the water began to fill the washroom.
I took the pink sheets out and saw wetness but no red blood. I held the sheet to my nose just on case it was urine. It wasn't it had this sweet aroma to it, an aroma that had blood going straight to my already swollen dick.
I took my shaft out of my tight briefs and began to jack off furiously.
I cummed straight into my princesses' sheets.
I held onto the washing machine for support.
"I need her." I whispered
I tip toed back down stairs for a glass of water until I heard grunting. I saw my daddy at the washing machine with my....sheets.
Shit, he's going punish me for sure.
Instead I saw him jacking off in my sheets.
I moved my hand to my already solid sheets and began to cum with my daddy.
Liquid flowing down my thighs.
"Daddy I want you to fuck me." I whispered as I licked my fingers.
To Be Cont...
dezurtdawg
Then she comes back down stairs and catches him jacking off into her dirty sheets so somehow she moves 'my hand to my already solid sheets'. I don't know what 'solid' sheets are, I guess you meant to write 'soiled' but just how did she get them if they were already in the washing machine?
If you continue it like this, I don't care to read it.
Gracie
It's what's going on in each persons head that makes the switching POV work. Think through some of the logic of what's going on and keep things as based in real world activity as possible. The 'fantastic - i.e. fantasy' parts will be all the hotter for having drawn us into a believable world. The story is a great start. DO NOT STOP HERE. I'm not sure if this will pass on to you my email but if you want to collaborate or chat, I'd be more than happy to assist if you want.
Anonymous
Regarding your complaint that what the daughter said being the same in both POVs. YOU DUMB BASTARD it is a 'direct quote' of what she said therefore it MUST be identicle.
Critcism is fine put make it CONSTRUCTIVE!
Not a single person, neither author nor reader would have a single problem if you were to NOT read anything else. Nobody is forcing you to read something you don't like.
gagnbag49
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