Come, father, come and get your daughter.

I was practically raised by my father, with the help of my grandparents, since my mother must go back to her parents' house in São Paulo, after a scandal when she was discovered in bed with her lover who was our neighbor (in his house), by the betrayed woman who gave him such a big beating that he had to go to the hospital, turning into a police case. I remember that my father, even devastated, helped my mother until she recovered, left the hospital and traveled to São Paulo. My father, for the shame of the neighbors, decided that we would go live with his parents (my grandparents), leaving our house closed. I also became so disoriented, that even changing college, I began to move away from friends and boyfriends ... until I was related to some girls from within the collage. My father, realizing this, withdrew from the subject and talked to me inside the room, and when my mother passed away, the only thing he wanted to do was to be honest with me, and no one else, even my boyfriend, went to the garage. - I'm also having difficulty relating to other people; but we have to move on! - Are you trying to get a girlfriend? As a man, I have certain needs, you understand? Even with the red face, I let go: - Sex, is it? He 's very serious: - Also, I miss the warmth of a woman. - I miss affection too, Dad! He's giving me kisses on the face. - So daughter, you need to date and forget a little what happened to your mother. I know, Dad, but I promise I'll try. He became more affectionate with me, always coming home and going to my room to hug and kiss me. Let's get out of this room. For the first time he took me for a walk in the mall, where I walked the whole time arm in arm with him... I was loving having that little intimacy with my dad. We were having lunch when I raised the possibility of us going back to our house, and he said that he was also thinking about the possibility when I decided to kick the bucket. - We need to forget the neighbors; I bet they'll soon forget what happened. He agreed, and a month later we were back in our house, hiring someone to do housework, and I was still very much a housewife, and so was he, and on the weekends we usually went for a walk somewhere, but what I came to enjoy most was cuddling with my dad, watching TV in the living room, and generally talking. - Have you got a boyfriend yet? No, not yet, and I don't have one in sight. - Well, let's just say I'm starting to have a friendship! - Is she pretty? - It is! It was at that precise moment that I felt a tightness in my heart, foreseeing that it would not be long before my father had a new wife. I became a little envious imagining my father in bed with another woman... I decided to go straight to the point. - Have you ever had sex with her? - What is it, Angela? - I beg your pardon, father! - Uh, if I ask you if you've had sex with any boyfriends, will you tell me? - I think not! Soon after that, I noticed for the first time a volume on my father's bermuda, and I thought, "Is he excited?" The next day, at school, I was very distracted in class thinking about the possibility of my father picking up another woman and leaving me aside. In the evening, we were on the couch cuddling, when I again noticed my father's bermuda slightly heated, which made it possible to see the outline of his penis. I took color and lay down on his leg, placing my head very close to that volume. He was caressing my hair. - Are you going to take her for a walk, Dad? We haven't even talked about dating yet. From the conversation, this woman worked in the same firm as him, and they only met for lunch inside the company cafeteria. I was a little relieved, but I thought I had to take an attitude before I lost my father to another woman. I reached my head back leaning on that volume, which even with the fabric felt creaking and growing even more. Again I took courage and took my hand feeling that hard thing, and pretending innocence. - What is it, Father? Don't worry about it. I squeezed my hand shamelessly. - It's your pinto, isn't it? - It is, but it's okay, okay? I groped a little more, and minutes later he gave an excuse that he needed to go to the kitchen and got up, never going back to the room. But the next day we were back in the room and I was already lying on his lap and putting my head right where I thought his member should be at that moment was soft... I wasn't a bit worried about what he was going to think of me. It didn't take long to start to feel his penis begin to pulsate and get hard... I realized that he wasn't worried about what was happening either. Again I put my hand between my face and his penis, groping and squeezing. In the position I was in, he took his hand putting my shorts inside my butt and smoothing my buttocks, even under my buttocks. At that moment I noticed that his penis was getting hard. He pushed me out of my belly, and when he got to my belly, he went back to my hand without losing any time. - You're enjoying yourself, you little bastard! - Worshipping father!... He again took out his hand, made me sit on his side and greedily opened the bermuda until he took out his member that for me was huge and thick. I looked, he pulled me and without any warning was kissing my mouth... I decided to return his kisses and hold his hard pin. He holding my face. - People should do these things, daughter! - Why not, Dad? He's giving me a lot of hickeys in my mouth. - Why are you my daughter, too! I practically touched a hand job on him. I want you, father! He was taking off my blouse and looking at my breasts which were already quite bulky before he started sucking on them. - I also of great desire!... And right there on the couch, he left me naked, made me get down on my knees on the couch and came with his stick in my little pocket, just giving a few brush strokes. - Go on, father, put it in! I felt it coming in very tight, until I felt its combs leaning against my buttocks. It's not like I'm going to be able to do it. He with his hands on the side of my ass began to punch me making me have such a great pleasure that I was soon having my first orgasm with him. What a tight little mouth! I'm going to go... gooooooo... gooooooozannnnnnd!!!! Have fun, have fun for Daddy, have fun! He stayed for a few more minutes, punching me in the face, before he took it off and made fun of me by patting my fucking back. After I cleaned myself up, I went back to the room naked, hugging myself with him, who started kissing me a lot and touching my boobs. I never thought I'd do that to my own daughter. - Neither did I, Father... but I loved giving myself to you. He took me to his room, and getting also completely naked he lay down by my side and we stood for several minutes like two lovers between kisses, hugs and hands here and there. I began to hold his penis and make caresses, until I felt him growing again and getting hard. - Would you like it again, child? Come and put it in your daughter's pocket. And he came upon me, and set his staff between my legs, and leaned upon me, and kissed me on the mouth. - I just want to make you happy, okay? - I'm happy daddy... you are the best father in the world!... He was slowly sliding into my little bucket and I trapped my legs in his waist. - Fuck me daddy... makes me his little whore! He stopped with his dick all in. Where did you learn to talk like that? I want to be completely yours! He started punching. - Complete, what do you mean? I started moaning. - Aaaah! Aaaaah! You know Daddy! Get in there! He kept hitting me for so long that I ended up having two more orgasms, before he took it off and aimed his penis at my belly, making me dirty. The next day when he arrived, he called me to take a bath with him. Between many kisses with him hugging me and passing his hand on my bundle, while I punch his cock. - You said you want to be my whore all the way? - I want to! - Could you give me a blowjob? I went straight down. - Whatever you want, Daddy! Without wasting any time, I took hold of his hard cock and sucked it avidly. - Ooooooh! Ooooh! How you suck hot daughter!... I'd suck, I'd stop to punch a little bit, I'd go back to sucking, punching and sucking like my dad until I was screaming with pleasure. - For daughter, for what will I mock!... I even got a jet of shit in my throat before he dropped his dick and got a huge volume of shit on my face and boobs from the bathroom we went straight to bed where he besides kissing me a lot, and after sucking a little on my little boobs he went down to the middle of my legs and started licking my pussy that was all molasses. - Noooosssa! What a father! Meuuuuuuu God of heaven! Aaaaah! Aaaaah! I'm not going to die! She'd stick her tongue out, and she'd suck and she'd nibble on my vaginal lips... It was my longest orgasm, wrestling on the bed and squeezing my dad's head between my legs. I started to relate to people again, and go out more to meet my friends. But at home I was completely my dad's... I was always waiting for him to take a shower with me, and I was taking a shower with him, and he'd squeeze it into my little bundle. I was like a little four-legged dog inside the box, for him to put his hard dick in and keep pushing on my little pussy until it started coming in. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure, feeling that big, thick thing go into my pussy. With his dick inside my little butt, he started a go-go. - Ooooooh daughter, what a gooey ass! Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah! He started pushing so hard, that on all fours, with nothing leaning on my lap, I managed to have an orgasm as soon as I felt him laughing inside my little ass...