The Father of Beatriz (Part 5)

Hello! For the fans of Paula Bruna, before reading this story, I want to leave here This is my Instagram. I'm not sure I'm ready for this. Follow me, but don't forget to send a message saying your nickname is here from the contoserotics website, So that I can accept, otherwise I won't accept the invitations. Now enjoy the fifth part of this wonderful story of my friend Beatrice. The daughter's story. For better understanding, I recommend before reading this one, read the previous ones. Part 5 (After the Ball) Without a doubt, the happiest girl at that graduation party was me. In the midst of that crowd I kept to myself the most dangerous secret a girl could have, which was the little sketch eaten by her own father. Part of my family was there, besides my parents. My classmates, close people and bosom friends were fraternizing with me, but they didn't realize that all that happiness had nothing to do with me graduating, and everything to do with having my little dick fucked by my dad's cock. We behaved discreetly at the ball, dancing well grasping all the songs, taking advantage of every embrace to talk dirty in the ear. It was very late in the morning when my mother announced that she was going home, I asked to stay until the end of the party, and she allowed me to stay on the condition that my father would be responsible for me. He agreed and assured her not to worry that afterward he would take me to the house where he was staying and that he would take me home as soon as it was over. My mother had no idea she was turning her little lamb over to the bad wolf, so she went along with it. I had just secured another blow job from my father, and with my mother's consent. The truth was that Dad was staying at a luxury motel in the presidential suite. We arrived about eight o'clock in the morning, exhausted and tired after all that wonderful party. My body completely bathed in sweat, my dress all soaked and wet clung to the skin, and underneath the short dress, my panties super wet with droplets of urine, mixed with semen spat out there due to the extreme desire for pica I felt all night, the lips of my little face all drooling, besides sweat, a lot of sweat in the panties. My little body exuded the sweet scent of sex and desire. Inside the suite, Dad took off his clothes almost immediately, sticking hard naked in front of me to finally come close to me, hug me and kiss my mouth. I could feel my blood boiling, bubbling like palm oil. My little nipple was throbbing, drooling all over my underpants, spitting out more and more fresh nipple semen at the bottom of the fabric. With my little mouth clinging to my father's mouth, I gasped, groaning all dengue in that kiss that almost didn't end. Like a vampire, Dad sucked all my saliva and left me with a dry mouth. With my eyes closed I saw my world turning, spinning like a merry-go-round due to my drunkenness, while I raved about my father's mouth kissing every bit of my sweaty neck, his tongue licking the salty drops of the warm liquid of my sweat that flowed over my skin, expelled through my pores. I pleaded in a whisper. I'm dirty, I'm sweaty, and I smell of booze and sweat. But he simply ignored my pleas, continuing to torture me with his mouth and his tongue, wiping every bit of skin from my body, which in fact only became even more smeared with saliva, which mixed with my sweat. In answer to my plea, Dad took a deep breath, inhaling the steam and body heat that my body was exhaling around me with the following exclamation. Delightful smell of sweaty, pissy, lambdoid and all drooling. Ask him yourself. Shocked, I remained silent without action, ashamed of the deplorable state of my little body, but delighted in it nonetheless. - Daddy's gonna smell that little pee-pee right in the fountain, right there in my little girl's big fat hole. Embarrassed I begged once more. Please don't do that! And nothing would do it to his intent. As I begged in a whisper, his hand lifted the sleeve of my dress until it touched my bundle and felt my cheeks, slapping me on the butt and forcing me to scream loudly at him. - Whoa! Every time I slapped him, I let out a really nasty "ai" Another stronger slap, a longer and longer <unk>ai<unk>, and even more dengue until, when I started to really catch on the butt I was already almost crying all dengue. I'm going to go to the bathroom. I was already completely handed over to my predator, thrown into his arms, clutch hanging from his shoulders with both arms crossed at his neck. I would rub myself on it like a whore in heat, almost begging for a blow job to ease my agony. But with each slap I shouted louder and louder, stretching my little body, standing on tiptoe, with my little mouth glued to his mouth. Suddenly Dad turned my little body, and I turned my back to him, and immediately felt his hard stick with an iron bar poking at it from behind. His tongue licked from my shoulder up my neck to the back of my head, making me squirm, rubbing my body against his, like a little puppy offering its tail to its puppy, crazy to fuck, screaming loudly in agony and almost crying. - Fuck me, fuck me, please, daddy fuck me, I beg you, fuck me, fuck me, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, But he would laugh at me and whisper in my ear. Everything has its time, there will come a time when this little sketch will feel my cock breaking through it. In desperation I would answer. - I can't wait any longer dad... break me right away please break me dad! All that agony and desperate longing I felt, begging him to fuck me once and for all, ending all that hunger for pussy I felt, was simply because of my lack of a good blow job, which I had never had before. So much so that I was already crying softly agonizing with pleasure, opening my little mouth begging, pleading. Please, please, please, please! But Dad at the height of his experience, calm, drove me crazy with his delicious, preliminary caresses that subliminally were tying me forever to him and his dick. Her mouth clinging to my neck, one of her hands caressing my breasts, the other, under the elastic of my soaked panties, torturing me on and on, up and down between the lips of my little boner, from the little hole to my hard, swollen and throbbing clitoris, which was gently stroked with all affection by one of her little fingers. All my muscles stiffened, unconsciously my little body pushed back, rubbing more and more against Dad's body. My little eyes swelled, filled with tears, but not a drop fell, while there, standing, clutched in his arms, I meandered screaming with pleasure, bordering on total madness so much pleasure. Dad, enraged with desire and hungry for a slice, ripped my little black dress from top to bottom. I was not wearing a bra, so my breasts were exposed at the mercy of my predator, who took possession of them. My breasts have been gently caressed, slowly, properly sucked, licked, bitten on the nipples and the haloes. My swollen chest, hard little nipples, the whitish skin around the nipples and around the haloes all reddish, the result of all that affection. It wasn't long before it was my underwear's turn, which unlike the dress, was spared by only being removed with all delicacy and affection. I saw him on his knees in front of me taking off my panties. He put his face up to my swollen vulva, sniffed all over my pussy and started licking my bellybutton, down my tummy, sucking up all the sweat, until he got his tongue on my cleft. My little scratch all soiled with sweat, drool, semen and lubricating fluid was simply wiped clean by Dad's tongue giving it a real kitty bath. He would suck, lick, and force his way into my baby hole causing me so many sensations, making me sob sobs. My little feet took a half-step backward with every forced step from his mouth into my little hole, until my little bundle leaned against a chest of drawers, which allowed me to sit on it without having to climb on my toes for it. That's when Dad sat me down on the nightstand, putting my feet on it, leaving me completely numb as a frog. And the sucking went on for over half an hour leading me to the first thrill of the night in her mouth, sitting right there on a dresser. I was howling like a stray dog in the heat, sticking my nails into her head, pulling her hair to the point of tearing it out. It was as much fun as he made me feel with that sucking. My hip was twitching as I rubbed my cheek against his face like a desperate whore while I teased him like a tramp. Spits of little girl semen were ejaculated into his mouth as he drank every last drop of the milk I peed right into his mouth. I was so out of my mind, mocking intensely in his mouth, shedding semen, the little sniffle barking with every spit of milk, that I didn't even notice the craziness that was coming out of my mouth like, - I love you!!! I want to be only yours!! Please swear that you will fuck me every day all the time? Promise!! Promise that you will always eat!! And Dad would just confirm everything with his mouth full of milk. After that hurricane of joy passed over me, Dad stood up and put me on his lap like a little child going to sleep. I hid my little face in her neck, hugged, clutched like a lazy bug, my legs hugging her waist pretty tight. And he was rocking back and forth, singing a beautiful song to me. I was simply in a fairy tale, in this position, sighing like an asthmatic, reaching for the air, trying to catch my breath. That's how I made fun of his mouth after the dance.