The Father of Beatriz (Part 1)

Hello, my dear readers of this site. I'm Paula Bruna, and I'm back here with a new story involving a girl I met through an incestuous friend, who directed this blonde, green-eyed, very beautiful little Pauline to talk to me about your beautiful story of sex and love with your carioca father. And here is this beautiful story of love and sex between this passionate daughter and her father. After five years, since I had last visited my daughter at her mother's home, this would be the first time she would stay in my home. Carnival Friday, Rio de Janeiro, the year was 2017. Coming from the interior of São Paulo, my daughter came to spend the carnival with me in the wonderful city, which she did not know yet. Up until that moment, I had never been a father figure, which, due to the fact that I had other family, I rarely visited, and added to the five years of no contact with the little green-eyed blonde, it was obvious that on that day, from that reunion, we were like strangers unknown, trying to make connections, but struggling to make affections. From the moment I saw her in the airport lobby coming towards me, my body froze, I felt a chill running down my spine that creeped my soul. In that instant, I knew I would never have peace again. She spoke to me in a very childish tone of voice, perishing like a baby, charming me right in the face. That gentle, sweet way of speaking, his shy smile, his childlike look combined with all the innocence and naivety that surrounded him, completely took away my peace of mind. Divorced, living alone in a huge house, a nymphet, or rather, my little girl coming to my house to spend a few days with me, which never happened before, made my bones shake from the inside of my flesh, at the same time that my cacophony gave signs that I would completely ignore the fact that she was my daughter. In the prime of my 45 years, in the company of that little nymph, beautiful, wonderful, who smelled of milk, but who even though she was my daughter, unfortunately for the circumstances of life, was a stranger to me, I could not conceive the fact that she was my daughter. In the days following her visit to my home, I bought her gifts, took her to various fancy and luxurious places for dinners, went to the theater, and did countless shows that I had never done before with any woman until that day. On the morning of Ash Wednesday, our last day together, I took her to one of the most beautiful and heavenly beaches in Rio de Janeiro, where we spent the whole day eating shrimp in olive oil, drinking beer and bathing in the sea. She was wearing the bikini I had given her, lying on a wicker mat she was tanning before my eyes. In the evening, at about 8:30 p.m., we returned home and continued enjoying the evening, drinking beer, listening to music, and even allowing myself to venture a few dance steps that she insisted on teaching me. She laughed and laughed at my pathetic situation trying to dance. Around 11:00 p.m. last night, he asked permission to go to the bathroom. I saw that teenage goddess get up, turn around and walk slowly towards the bathroom. Slowly, each step taken accompanied a tripping, holding on to the walls, followed. At that moment I fixed my gaze on that round, white-skinned ass, somewhat reddened like a pink sleeve from the tan after a sunny day, which was partially protected by the thin layer of fabric of her bikini. Appearing to walk in slow motion, I visualized in detail on the skirt of her bikini that was swallowed by her greedy butt, a piece of that buried cloth and stuck inside that beautiful ass. My cane twisted inside the sunga, swelling to the point of almost bursting the cloth and jumping out. I stroked the top of the cloth, trying to relieve the pressure while gazing intently at the perfect body of the blonde. I turned the volume down and listened until I heard the sound of her peeing in the water. At that moment, I almost had an orgasm just imagining that little girl peeing so deliciously, seeing myself on my knees in front of her, sitting in that vase, putting aboca in that crack, feeling the delicious taste of that pee in my mouth, sliding my thirsty tongue between the lips of that xotinha, wiping every bit of that crack clean of the salt, the sweat, and the baby that every little girl leaves there. I got to the point where I got up to go to the bathroom and put into practice every single one of those thoughts that were driving my soul crazy, but I held myself back and went back to the same place. And then I heard her throw up, and I still stayed in my seat, because I knew that if I went that far, I could do something crazy, and I wasn't prepared for that. After that, I heard the shower and deduced that she was in the bath. Almost an hour later, she came into the room and said, "Dad, I can't take it anymore... I'm dead tired. I think I'm going to sleep. We have to go to the airport early tomorrow". I'll wake you up early so we can go to the airport. I told you. I held on for almost two hours, trying to convince my dick that I couldn't fuck the little blonde's sketch because it was my daughter, but he didn't understand, he wanted to because he wanted to fuck the delicious green-eyed blonde. So I decided to take a shower, and after that I went to sleep, but to add to my anguish, when I entered the bathroom, guess who I found hanging from the shower faucet, all rolled up with the bottom turned out? - That's right. The bikini of my little blonde princess. She'll just forget about that jewelry case over there, and there was no getting out of that situation. For a few minutes I tried to keep my balance, but I couldn't. The stick was too hard and swollen and throbbing and kind of painful, so I held the little finger and felt the sweet scent of that little scratch permeate every fragment of that cloth. I stroked my pussy that was already begging for a happy ending, and I masturbated calmly, gently and deliciously while I created the scene where I deliciously sucked that little girl's little dick. She moaned a lot, in a dengue-like tone like a little baby, feeling my tongue sliding between the lips of her little face, going up and down slowly, clitoris to the little hole, which made my little princess squirm. She begged. Don't do this to me, please! I'm your daughter! It's a sin to do this. Of course, I ignored her pleas and petitions and wildly continued to suck on that delicious little girl's fragrant scent. That's how I laughed like an animal, howling, growling like a wild wolf. The amount of milk was so great that I believe it would fill half a normal glass. The next morning there was me and him going to the airport. When we said goodbye, she cried and opened her mouth loudly, saying that she didn't want to come back, and would rather stay there with me. That's how we left. She barely knew that that used bikini was in my possession, and in a way I was very surprised that she didn't miss that little toe.