Waking up to daddy licking me out story

It was a hot summer night. The moonlight was streaming through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I lay in bed, my body still heavy from sleep, and my mind was only beginning to stir. I sighed softly, feeling the day’s heat wash over me. That’s when I thought it—a tingling sensation between my legs that made me gasp and sit in bed.

At first, I thought it was just a strange dream, but as I looked down, I saw it was all too real. There, on my bed, was my father, his head buried between my legs as he eagerly lapped at my pussy.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was shocked, confused, and scared all at the same time. But there was also a part of me that was excited, a part of me that couldn’t deny the pleasure that my father’s tongue was bringing me.

I lay there, frozen in place, as my father continued to eat me out. His tongue was like a flame, flicking and swirling over my clit and making me moan with pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building inside me, a wave of pleasure that was growing stronger and stronger with every lick.

“Uhh… dad… wh-what are you doing,” I said as he ate my bald well, kept pussy.

“Shhh, just let me pleasure you, sweetheart,” my father murmured, lifting his head from between my legs for just a moment. “You taste so good, I can’t help myself. Can’t wait to fuck it.”

“Wait… what do you mean fuck it?” was he wanting to have sex with me?

“I will show you,” he said as he undid his belt and removed his pants and boxer shorts. He then pushed and held my legs to my chest.

My father’s cock sprang free, thick and long and already rock hard. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I had never seen my father’s cock before, and now here it was, just inches from my wet and willing pussy.

“Dad, I don’t think this is right,” I said, trying to protest even as my body betrayed me by spreading its legs wider, inviting him in.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I promise it will feel good. Just relax and let me make you feel good,” my father said as he positioned the head of his cock at my entrance.

He began to push inside me, slowly and gently at first, but with increasing urgency as he felt me open up to him. I couldn’t believe how good it felt, how full and stretched I felt as he filled me up.

“That’s it, sweetie, take daddy, take it all,” he fucked me hard.

He started to thrust into me harder and faster, each stroke driving me wild with pleasure. I could feel every inch of his thick cock as it plunged deep inside me, filling me up completely and making me moan with sheer ecstasy.

“Uhh… dad… this feels… so good,” I moaned as he began to fuck me with an almost brutal intensity. He was like a man possessed, his eyes wild and his body covered in sweat as he drove himself into me again and again.

“Oh, yes, sweetie, I know it does. You feel so fucking good, so tight and hot around my cock,” my father grunted, his hips pistoning back and forth as he fucked me with reckless abandon.

“Uh… yes, like that,” I said as his cock pounded me hard, as he leaned forward and sucked my tits while still gaining speed.

My father continued to fuck me with a raw, primal intensity, his hips slamming into me again and again as he chased his pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building inside me, a wave of pleasure that was growing stronger and stronger with every thrust.

“Dad, I’m going to cum,” I moaned, my voice barely above a whisper as I felt the first waves of pleasure wash over me.

“Cum for me, sweetie. Cum all over my cock,” my father growled, his thrusts becoming even more urgent as he felt me on the edge.

And then it happened. I cried out as my orgasm hit me, a wave of pleasure that seemed to consume my entire body. I could feel my pussy clenching around my father’s cock, my muscles contracting and releasing as I rode out the waves of pleasure.

My father didn’t stop; he kept fucking me, his thrusts becoming even more intense as he chased his release. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, the head growing larger and more sensitive as he approached his climax.

“I’m going to cum, sweetie. I’m going to fill you up with my hot, sticky cum,” my father grunted, his hips slamming into me one final time as he reached his peak.

I could feel his cock twitching inside me, the hot, sticky liquid of his cum filling me up as he emptied himself inside me. I could feel it running down my legs, a reminder of the illicit act that we had just committed.

My father collapsed on top of me, his body spent and his breathing heavy. I lay there, my own body still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm. I couldn’t believe what had just happened; I couldn’t believe that I had just had sex with my father.

But even as I tried to process what had happened, I couldn’t deny the pleasure that I had felt. I couldn’t deny the way my body had responded to my father’s touch, the way it had craved his cock and his cum.

I knew that what we had done was wrong, that it was something that we could never speak of again. But I couldn’t deny the truth even as I tried to push the thoughts away. I had enjoyed it, and I had even craved it. And I knew that I would do it again, given the chance.

My father rolled off me, his body still slick with sweat. He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and desire.

“I’m sorry, sweetie. I shouldn’t have done that,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I know,” I said, my voice just as soft. “But it felt good, didn’t it?”

My father nodded, his eyes filled with guilt and desire.

“Yes, it did,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.