Dad made me his little whore.

When my parents separated, it ended up that my mother refused to stay with me. I had to go live with my father and became very depressed because of this... Until high school I stopped attending and didn't want anything more about my boyfriend ... We broke up. Not that my dad was a bad person; but he was a man who worked hard and did not have time to pay much attention to me. Only when we were alone together and I got sad and quiet, he started worrying a lot for me... He asked a neighbor to give me lunch (of course he paid) and occasionally check on how I was doing. He started to get mad at me because I didn't even bother taking a bath... Only when he came and told me to go take a shower. One day, he sat down with me and explained that my mother did not want to stay with me so she could have more freedom with her lover. That was when he had to tell me how he found out that my mom was having an affair with the (married) pastor of the church she attended. My father wasn't much for leaving home but took me whenever I needed to go to the supermarket or do something in town ... Even on shopping malls he would take me just to distract myself a little bit. I was getting used to my father and him with me, that we started showing each other our affection in the form of hugs and kisses. After six months of living together I began to realize that a woman had been calling my dad very much, who occasionally left home after they talked... To me, my father was dating and would probably get married again. One Saturday, after he showered and got ready for going out, I finally took courage.
- You're going out with that woman who keeps calling you?
He looked at me a little serious, but then he smiled.
I'll talk to you later, okay?
I was seething with jealousy, thinking that this woman would not be long in coming to live with my father and break up my peace of mind. It wasn't until the next morning when I woke up and found him preparing breakfast that I met my dad again. After winning an embrace and a "good day" kiss, I didn't hesitate.
- Did you sleep with that woman?
- Why do you want to know?
- Are you going to marry her?
When he tried to explain that as a man, I missed the company of women.
- So you don't like my company, Dad?
It was his turn to be direct and explain that even though he loved having me living with him, it wasn't the same as having a woman sleeping with him. I who was not an innocent girl and already knew what sex was despite never having had an orgasm with my boyfriend, knew exactly what my father was talking about; but the fear of a strange woman coming to live with us increased still more, so without thinking much I ended up saying if he wanted I could sleep in the same bed with him He looked at me and smiled
- Would you be naked in bed with me?
I opened my eyes.
- What is it, Dad?
Now do you understand why I need the company of a woman?
Of course I understood; only in my understanding that woman was a great threat between me and my father. I began to think how I could mend this relationship... but couldn't find an exit. Saturday came again, and when I saw my dad coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel going into his room I decided to start acting seeing that he just leaned against the door of the bedroom. On entering suddenly, by luck or misfortune I caught my father forgiving right in the middle of the room. He covers her parts with both hands.
- Carmine, did something happen?
I was paralyzed looking at that naked man in front of me, couldn't even blink.
- Oh father, are you going to meet with that woman again?
You want to explain why you're so jealous?
- I didn't want to be alone!
- I won't be long, all right?
I left the room very upset, and as soon as he had gone out I went to take a bath. Whenever I knew that I was alone at home, I used not to worry about locking doors. I was in the shower when I heard my father's voice already inside the toilet saying my name. It gave me a tremendous fright, even though there were fully transparent glass boxes opened the box door just by putting on my face...
- How are you, Dad?
He smiled at me.
- I need to get a piece of paper that I left in my Bermuda pocket, which is where the laundry was.
It's all right.
I closed the door of the box and went back underneath the shower, again knowing that I was being seen through the clear glass. Realizing he stood still decided to be more daring by opening the door and naked in front of him pretended surprise taking a towel and put it slowly on my body.
Dad, are you still there?
- I'm coming, my daughter!
I went to my room and threw myself naked on the bed thinking that it was too much for my father to see me nude. It didn't take five minutes before another shock came over me again seeing my dad standing at the door of my bedroom looking at me.
I didn't know...
Me, who was instinctively going to try and hide my breasts and pussy... I just stood there all exposed.
- What's the matter, Dad?
- I just wanted to say that I'm not going out anymore, okay?
I quickly got down on my knees in bed and showed all my contentment.
- What a father!
He smiled again and left my room. I was wondering why he decided not to go meet his girlfriend <unk> Is it because he saw me naked in the bathroom?<unk> Thinking that I had found the answer and imagining that he must also have loved seeing me nude in the bedroom, I just threw a sweater over my body and went into the living room where I found him sitting on the sofa with the TV on. Without thinking twice I sat down on his lap, hugged and kissed her face.
- What is it, Carmine?
- I'm glad you didn't meet with that woman.
- Tell me the truth; this is all jealousy, isn't it?
I wanted you all to myself.
- But you know what happens when I meet her, don't you?
- Yes, I know!
His hand that was on my knee went up at the same time as I felt him get excited underneath my little bundle.
- You're not wearing any panties, are you?
- Yes, father!
- Bother you, huh?
Feeling myself reaching in with my hand on the little bucket and crossing my fingers, I pulled up the sleeve of my sweater making my breasts appear.
- I've got nothing here either.
He's reaching for his mouth and sucking on my big, fat breasts... And sticking two fingers in my pocket.
- Do you want to sleep with me tonight?
- Whenever you want!
He kissed me on the mouth and in less than a minute we were already entering his room, where he was taking off my sweater and sent me up to bed. In two minutes I saw my father take off all his clothes and with his big hard cock went also climbing into bed. He again kissed my lips, and ordering me to stand on four held me by the hips and introduced that delicious stiff stick in my tight little pocket.
Put it all in there.
He kept beating for several minutes, and even when I had my orgasm he continued until he took out his dick and was rubbing it on my butt joking. Minutes later we are naked in bed, and between one kiss and another my father said that he would no longer want to know about any other woman; only of me always nude in bed with him. Only that he taught me how to be a little whore in bed: first he sucked tasty my pussy before teaching me to suck your pin ... I loved receiving its caress in my mouth; days afterwards made me give the bundle... I screamed like a little bitch the first two times, until you get used to it and always want to feel that hard dick getting into my pocket.