The drug addict (pt 1)

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For those of you who don't know me yet, my name is Paula.
I'm a writer of erotic fiction, and my stories are about real people who for various reasons prefer to remain anonymous.
And, here I am sending you a new short story from our friend couple "Father and Daughter" he cop, she ex-chem addict.
The Father's Story
I couldn't understand how a beautiful teenage girl like my daughter could get so addicted to drugs that she would sell almost everything in her mother's house, steal for money and spend days or even weeks away from home leaving the whole family desperate, always expecting the worst.
This time it had been 10 days since the girl didn't come home and not finding her in the same places as before, his mother requested my help, who am a police officer to locate the girl.
As a policeman it was not difficult to find her that same night, just after several rounds around the city taking advantage of my day off and talking with some informants I soon located the girl under heavy drug influence in a shack lying on an old mattress dirty and stinking, and took her home.
I didn't communicate anything to your mother after finding the girl, kept silent so that at the right moment I could take her home.
I came home, took her to my room put the little girl on my bed and went into my suite preparing a bath so that she could be bathed and all those days of dirt removed from this beautiful body.
I took off her clothes and threw them in the trash, and prepared a new boxing-style underwear that had never been worn before. And a long sleeve T-shirt for you to wear right after your shower.
I left her completely naked and immediately my pussy ignored the fact that she's my daughter and treated in transformation becoming giant, hard, barking and pulsing without stopping reaching to get painful.
At that moment I also removed all my clothes, becoming completely naked and led her to the bathtub which was already fully filled.
Even though she was heavily drugged, she knew very well who she was with and where she was at that exact moment.
- You can't leave me naked like this, Dad!
I answered.
I'm going and for now, no more drugs.
She protests.
I want to smell and smoke my weed.
I got it.
Then I'll let you smell and smoke, but first we will have a nice bath.
Upon hearing me say that right after the bath I would let her smoke and smell she relaxed a bit allowing herself to be placed in the hydromassage tub.
As soon as his little body went into the water I ordered it.
- Wash that little prick well, wash it!
And she, with that girl's care took her little hand over his cheek and very carefully, gently inserted a finger between the lips of your doll sliding from top to bottom in the hole of love and I could see that it was going to asshole , rubbed well and returned fingering until pin "clitoris" .
Under my gaze fixed on her hand and in her little fingers that caressed his tickle, she repeated several times the movement until I put a bit of liquid soap into her hands and again she took to this xana and continued cleaning up that delicious ticklet till she finished movements and looked at me and with it without saying a single word her eyes told me "I just bathed in my tickling, father".
While his eyes were fixed on me I entered the bath to keep him company.
- Have you washed your sketch?
She answers.
- Yes, father.
Her look betrayed how surprised and nervous she was about the situation, and I retorted.
You've still got a lot of washing to do, and you need to give that pretty little sketch a nice bath.
And I added it.
- Let Daddy finish bathing her.
As I spoke, already in the bathtub I positioned myself so that my face was between her legs and close to her little cheek staring at this gap while my hands held tightly around her waist and gently pulled her hips a bit outward, placing her doll inside and outside of the water.
At that moment, under the anxious gaze of my tense and frightened daughter, looking eye to eye with my little one, I slowly moved my head toward her sketch while touching her skin with my mouth, sticking my lips just below her navel and kissing on this beautiful xotinha's swollen forehead.
He was moving his hips back and forth in an attempt to escape, to save his little sniffle from my hungry mouth. But I held on tightly to his hip holding his little nipple still in the same position and forcing his nose and mouth over that small head of beak down slowly rubbing my face up into the crevice, smelling deeply that sweet smell, sensing the residue of sweat, saliva and semen which had been draining out of his tiny snout.
I rubbed my mouth and nose hard against the forehead, between the lips and on the combs of that little toothpick.
With my mouth glued to the gap I gave several delicate seal-like kisses, and as she was kissing I looked into her tiny eyes, and saw my little girl sighing deeply, stretching out her small body gently in response to the affection she received.
As she contorted her little body as if taking a nap, at the same time it let out an acute and delicate whispering groan full of dung into one single monosyllabic word <unk>Ai<unk>.
Don't do that Dad, please I am your daughter.
I heard her first plea, but ignored it completely by remaining silent and kissing and lip-massaging that hard little fingertip, forcing the girl to twist this tiny body deeper into water, struggling frantically until she threw water out of the bathtub while moaning ever louder.
Please don't do this to me.
My daughter's pleas became more and more tearful only making things worse for her and her little prick because my dick was swelling up to the point of almost exploding, and all I could think about was torturing her tiny prick even further with a transcendental stunt that she would never forget.
The little girl already weeping with pleasure made me grow ever more perverse, so seized by an uncontrollable desire to torture that girl into the extreme madness of intense delight I stiffened my tongue further making it a still harder nerve I put between her lips and frowned upside down tearing out now-deafening groans from sheer joy.
His waist and hips in a bodily reflex moved by the spasms that pleasure caused on his body, stirred like a flash, fast enough to almost escape from my mouth but at no time did I let its little sketch unravel out of mine.
I started sucking everything from inside that little toy causing a real jolt in my daughter.
She began to scream, and with all her childlike strength she pulled my hair by pulling many strands out of it, nailed her cat-clawed claws into my scalp and tore open cuts in my head as I shouted desperately for pleasure like a painted weasel unable to escape from my hungry mouth.
She begged with anguish and pampered in pleasure.
I don't want to make fun of you, I am your daughter.
But I only had one purpose in that moment, and it was to make this little sketch have fun like never before. And it would be right there in my mouth.
Suddenly, she screams desperately even louder than usual just as strong, intense and steady jets of that colorless urine-like fluid are overwhelmingly and violently expelled from her cleft.
His little body was decomposing with pleasure right in my mouth that got all this liquid into it.
It was wonderful to see her agonizing with pleasure screaming, moaning and writhing like a snake.
She pulled with all the force and violence of my head against his sketch while she moved her hip rubbing its xanax on my face until the liquid and that whole orgasm end
I could feel drops of blood dripping from my head and a slight pain from the cuts that her nails made on my scalp, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure of seeing my daughter enjoying herself in my mouth, peeing into my face and feeling an exhilaration like she had never felt before.
The little girl agonized with pleasure in the middle of that orgasm, saying some disconnected things stuttering a lot at the same time, while I opened my mouth and drank all the liquid to the last drop.
I watched my little girl nearly fainting with pleasure, sighing loudly and gasping for air like an asthmatic until she regained her strength.
Told by a Daughter.
I confess that I never imagined myself making fun of a man's mouth; it was my first time.
And although this event had been the most incredible and remarkable in my short life up to that moment, but what caused me amazement was the fact that it was on the mouthpiece of my own little daddy who I enjoyed like a whore, filling all that mouth with my semen, which more resembled a thick paste as porridge, a potato exhaling very strong smell, all whitewashed, and that amidst screams and cries desperate for pleasure I ejaculate jets extremely loudly, fills, until they splash out from the corners of his mouth.
Even though this was all very strange, it was wonderful to feel my body on the verge of collapse as I screamed and shouted in desperation amidst these feelings of pleasure that I can't describe.
At the same time, in front of that crazy and forbidden vision, which confused my teenage head, seeing my father with his mouth glued to my little face, taking my nectar mixed with droplets of urine I dripped into his mouth and he sucked up until the last drop, so as to tear from me by a small bite all my strength with your mouth, pissing half-dead of such tired and exhausted inside this bathtub.
It was hard to understand all of this, but my father was the first man I ever tasted in my mouth.
It was that rough tongue which wiped away all my dirty scribbles leaving them clean as a little baby's.
I sighed heavily, breathing in with all the force of my lung desperately trying to normalize a very gasping and uncompressed breath.
My wide-set eyes, fixed and wired on my father's every move watched him stand up inside that bathtub.
I was sitting there with water up to my waist and when he stood in front of me, I saw his big cock.
It was so hard and so massive that it swayed by itself right in front of my frightened little eyes, which didn't blink for a second if you will.
I was shivering with fear of that jiboia, but dad realizing everything comforted me breaking the silence by telling me.
Daddy won't hurt my little princess. On the contrary... I will give you what you have never had in your life until today. And no drug can give it to you. You will see and feel how a very delicious, well-given blowjob may be better than all drugs of this universe.
I listened to it all very carefully, time after time without blinking my eyes or turning away from that huge scroll.
Meanwhile, very delicately Dad moved his hip slowly towards me bringing that bottle full of milk closer to my mouth and with this I understood it was time for me to suck.
With great affection and tenderness I held the little body of that big, thick box in both my hands like a baby holding its bottle. And at this moment I wanted time to stop for me just so I could live every thousandth second of it.
It was impressive how I sensed just how extremely hard and massive her cacophony was as soon as I felt it clinging to my hands.
Hypnotized by that stick, with my mouth wide open in amazement, I touched the tip of one of my little fingers to a thick vein protruding from her body's magnificent coccyx, which was about to burst as it stood numb.
Boiling blood rushed through that pulsating vein.
I pressed my little finger on the vein, and it was pushing back.
Here's what Dad said at the time.
- Did you see what you did to Daddy's stick?
My hands clutched the thick body of his cock and it pulsed as if breathing, like that roll had a life of its own.
I knew that I was doing something crazy, that I shouldn't even be there. That I should not have done it and that I should have run out of the place by now but...
All I know is that I was getting more and more mesmerized by his dick, until Dad moved a little bit more of his hip towards my face and the head lightly touched my mouthpiece and felt the first touch of soft skin from this glans on my lips.
That's when I closed my little eyes and let myself be carried away by the animal instinct that dominated me at that moment.
With my little mouth attached to the head of his roll, I would play by sliding my lips back and forth as if brushing my teeth very gently against that skin's softness, giving bits and kisses and stampings on every bit of that head until not a piece was missing without me having kissed it.
So after this sweet childish game, I slowly opened my little mouth allowing every bit of that pencil sharpener Dad pushed into my mouth to enter until all the rosary beads from his pocket could fit inside.
Once I got the whole head into my little mouth, I used my tongue to massage each bit by moving it back and forth very slowly while savoring Dad's cock.
I lacquered the whole head of my dad's box and he would push it further in, so I stuck his dick inside. And I got more and more of that rolling around.
Dad held my head, his body bent a little and looking at me he was moving his hip very slowly pushing and pulling his cock out of my mouth.
Never in my life have I ever seen a mother so delighted as she was that night to play the part of my father.
I could feel milk dripping from my head and taste every drop.
I salivated so much on that stick, his drool dripped into the bathtub water and your dick was completely varnished.
Dad tried several times using very, but very gently to put his whole roll into my little mouth even though he could only get a bit less than half of it in and still there was just enough left for me to be able to have one-half of the roll inside my mouth and throat.
I was so wrapped up and lost in my gorgeous blowjob sucking on my pacifier that I lost track of the time.
As I looked at myself, I felt the first strong jet being hurled into my mouth like a missile.
The jet was so strong that I choked, pulled my stick out immediately coughing up semen and spitting it out. And in doing this, Dad grabbed me by the hair of my head and pointed his cock right at my face and poured milk into a large quantity, filling my whole face with thick white fuck until his stick stopped spewing.
His stick was still hard, extremely hard like an iron bar. Swinging in front of my face and beating on it as if alive.
Dad howled like an animal, growled like a dog while making fun of everything in my face.
With my face all full of milk, my body still on fire and a demonic urge to fuck like crazy I was sitting there in the water with Dad looking at me.
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