It was my dad on whatsapp.

A certain Fernando Lúcio asked me for friendship on Facebook, and I went before accepting to check who he was. When I accessed his profile, seeing his photos I was quickly interested: a middle-aged guy (+ - 35 years old), muscular and very beautiful... I just could not imagine that it was a fake profile (fake), even seeing that he had very few friends (~ 6 dozen) and posted more things about politics. A week later I received an inbox message he said that he wanted to get to know me better; that he had found me very beautiful and so on... I replied saying that he had found a cat. We exchanged cell phone numbers and started sending messages to each other by whatsapp. Message and message comes, we started talking first about dating and very confessed with him in words. And I was the one who started to want to spice up our conversations, and we soon entered the area of sex. - Are you a virgin? But why are you asking me? I wonder what I can talk to you about. I'm not a puritan. And you have a lot of sex with your boyfriend? Especially now that we're done! How long has it been since you guys broke up? - A couple of months. - And you haven't gotten another one yet? I want to pick a really cool guy. - I wonder if I can apply? - But you must have several girlfriends, right? I'm alone right now, too. - I can't believe this! One Sunday, I was in my room after my shower, when I turned on my cell phone there was a message from Fernando. - Are you there, Fernando? Can I talk to you for a second? I just got out of the shower and I just walked into my room! - How I wish I was there with you! I'm not even dressed yet. - Oh, my God, are you naked? - Naked little girl! - Will you send me a picture of you as you are now? Especially since someone else can see me on their cell phone! I swear, as soon as I see it, I'll erase it! Recalling a high school costume I wore at about three carnivals ago, I asked for a time and then sent the photo wearing a top, the very short suit and no underpants taken off in front of the mirror. Oh, man, I was so excited. - You are a liar! - I'll send you my picture to prove it! And he sent me a picture of what he said was his hard-on that looked pretty well-endowed, and I was in the mood for some bullshit. Wow, that sounds delicious. - He can be all yours any time you want! - Look, I might want to, huh? - Just tell me when and where I'll meet you. - It is dangerous! And in this, almost every day we had a good chat on whatsapp and we also talked on the cell phone... I had the impression that he always tried to disguise his voice using some trick (rough voice). He sent me other naked pictures of him from the waist down and I; very innocent, I sent some photos of me very compromising ... naked in front of the mirror and even close of my xoxota. He said that he was crazy to suck and eat my xoxota and even put it in my bundle. - I've never turned my back on anyone! - I did, because I think your little bundle must be beautiful. I'd take pictures of my ass in the mirror and send them to him, and we'd even pretend to have sex on WhatsApp. - Shove it all up my butt Fernando... shove it! - I'm shoving my love... what a tight pocket! I tried to talk to him on his cell phone, but it seemed like he preferred WhatsApp, and with that, I provoked him to pretend to have sex with me. - Today I want to suck your dick! - Then suck it, he's too hard for you! What a delicious stick! - Let me make fun of your little mouth, let me! - I'm going to drink all of you! When I went to my computer to look at my father's copied photos that he had sent me, the photos of his hard-on filled me with excitement, that I wondered if he would contact me again to make an appointment just to see what he was going to give. I had even forgotten, I was dating again, about three months later it is without wanting to find out something that left me stunned. Since my father left my mother; 2 years ago, I could not even answer my cell phone, I never wanted to look at his face. When he marked (strangely) to go there to talk to my mother and make some financial decisions, I simply left the house and only when he returned my phone I knew that he had gone. My father sent me the photos of his hard-on again, that I thought if he would contact me again to make an appointment just to see what I was going to give. I had already forgotten, I was dating again, about three months later it is without wanting to find out something that left me disoriented. Since my father left my mother; 2 years ago, I could not even answer his cell phone, I never wanted to look at his face again. When he marked (strangely) to go there to talk to my mother and make some financial decisions, I simply left the house and only when he left my phone I had to have gone. 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I had another disappointment that day when my mother decided to tell me the real reason that my father had abandoned us. He had found out that she was going out with his best friend. She apologized to me for never having the courage to tell me and make me not have so much hatred of my father ... I cried like a helpless child. - Now you're looking for your father to talk to! I don't have the courage anymore! - But daughter; he always comes here asking about you and feels very sorry for you to despise him so much! Until I didn't think about leaving the house when he came; but just that day I had an appointment at school and when I came home quickly he was already gone. The other day my phone rang and it appeared "FERNANDO"... With a heart beating faster. - What's up? - Hey, kid, can I talk to you? - But I don't know. - Come on, let's forget about all that, all right? Let's forget about it. We talked very little and he asked me if I felt like having someone to talk to about any problem to call him. My feelings were in conflict: I knew that I was the one who had to apologize to him for having despised him for so long and at the same time I felt ashamed that I even had sex on the phone with him and sent him so many naked pictures of me. Again he simply did not call me, and two weeks later, I do not know how to explain it made me want to at least hear his voice. - Father ? I was just thinking about you! - Thinking what? It's just that I've always wanted you to accept me as a father. - I accept it now... but I'm still very ashamed! I agreed to have him pick me up at school so we could have ice cream together and put everything on clean plates, and I got in the car and we just stared at each other for a few seconds, and he said, - Can I have a hug? I gave him a hug and got a nice squeeze and some kisses on the face. We stopped at an ice cream shop and sipping ice cream sitting at a table and we started talking nonsense. I found out that he had lived for a little over a year with a woman, but that it hadn't worked out either ... He was living alone. When he asked me about dating, I told him that I was dating a guy who studied at my college and I was soon explaining that nothing much had happened between us. He laughed: I didn't ask you about that! It was my turn to laugh: - But you did, didn't you? We laughed together, and he took me home, gave me another big hug and many kisses, and after several encounters, with him picking me up at school and taking me somewhere to talk, I felt closer to him. - And those pictures, Dad, have you deleted them all? - I confess, not yet! I hadn't deleted his from my computer, either. - Do you still look at the pictures? - Always daughter...! - What about me naked? Forgive me for that! - Hahahaha... I also have your pictures recorded and I always like to look too. He knew they were all his hard-on. - Oh, my God, is it? And in an impulse of sheer cowardice I finally let loose: I still get chills when I look at those pictures. You have no idea how I look at yours on my computer! - As a father, how do you feel? - Whoa, excited! - Even though I'm your daughter? - I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it; you're a beautiful woman in every way. - What a pity that's all a great sin, isn't it, Father? - Do you think it's a sin? - But that's what everyone says! I don't think so, but for me, it's about feeling a desire and being able to enjoy it. It soon came to my mind that he was saying that father and daughter having sex was no sin... He noticed that I was all smiles with that our conversation. When he stopped the car near the house, as we said goodbye, he simply held my chin and gave a light kiss on my lips. - What is it, Dad? He just smiled: Do you want to come to my apartment tomorrow after school? - But father, I don't know, I'll go. I walked home with my legs shaking and as I walked into my room I threw myself on the bed just thinking about the next day. He clearly made it clear that he wanted me as a woman, and I also wanted him as a man... especially when I looked at his hard-on photos. He picked me up from high school and we went straight to his apartment that was in the center of the city. Then in the room he hugged me and licked a kiss on my mouth using even his tongue. I got out, and I felt him hanging and passing his hand on my butt over my panties. - Dad, I'm scared to death! - I thought you wanted it, too! - I'm a father, but understand me! Okay, well, I'm not the one who's gonna try to force anything. I felt like everything was going to go backwards when he walked away from me, and I was looking at the volume coming out of the front of his trousers. - Then you go to the fourth father, and wait for me there! - Do you want me to wait for you with or without clothes? Without clothes! After about five minutes, I took a deep breath and went to the door where I saw him come in, he was naked, lying on his stomach upside down, with that pause pointing to the ceiling. - Sit down here, sit down! I sat next to him and he took my hand and made me hold his dick. That live dick seemed even more delicious... I leaned up and down and he asked me to lie down next to him. I just took off my sandal and lay him down we were halfway side by side looking at each other. He kissed me again on the mouth and pulling the skirt up while I groped I held his hard dick again. Quickly, with one hand, he started pulling my panties until he left it on my knees. He lifted my blouse and hanging my bra left my breasts on and off and then he started sucking them leaving the beaks stiff while his hand went into my vagina smoothing it out leaving it wetter than it was. - You want a daughter now, do you? Come and make me your wife! He just took off my panties, took off my skirt and before he got between my legs he came and licked for a few minutes my bouquet that began to pulsate as if it had a life of its own... I decided to give myself completely. - Come father, come shove it in me, come! When he slammed the door and started pushing in, I got hysterical. Put it all in, father. And he stuck it up his tail and started kicking me and making me whine like a cat in the heat. It was about ten minutes with him kicking my pussy that I managed to have two orgasms before he took it out and licked my belly with his sperm. After a quick body hygiene, I went back to bed with him and we were cuddling and kissing a lot and making out with each other like we were two lovers in love. Before he took me home, he still grabbed me on all fours on the bed and kicked my pussy so much that I came out of there all burned up. It became two and even three times a week that he picked me up at school and took me to his apartment and made me have delicious, wild orgasms. I was so impressed with my dad that I had the courage to let him eat my ass... made a scream when I felt that whole trolley falling inside my belly... I ended up getting into my dad's ass and kicking his ass and drinking all his breast milk until I got addicted.