Confusion at the motel.

Some people will find absurd what I am going to narrate in this story. It could be comical if it was not tragic to start with. I was a very involved girl with another parent who pulled me out of that house with a gray cardinal to start with. I was going to cross that house with a gray cardinal to start with. I was going to go through that house with a gray cardinal to start with. I was going to go through that house with a gray cardinal to start with. I was going to go through that house with a gray cardinal to start with. I was going to go through that house with another gray cardinal to start with. I was going to go through that house with another gray cardinal to start with. I was going to go through that house with another gray cardinal to start with. I was going to go through that house with another gray cardinal to start with a gray cardinal to start with. I was going to go through that house with a gray cardinal to start with. I was going to go through that house with a gray cardinal to start with a gray cardinal. I was going to go through that house with a gray cardinal to start with a gray cardinal. I was going through that house with another cardinal to start with a gray cardinal. I was going through that house with a gray cardinal to start with a gray cardinal. I was going to start with a gray cardinal. I was going to start with a gray cardinal to start with that house to start with a gray cardinal. I was going to start with a gray cardinal. I was going to start with that house to start with that cardinal. I was going to start with that cardinal. I was going to start with that cardinal that cardinal. I was going to start that cardinal. I was going to start that cardinal. I was going to start that cardinal that cardinal that cardinal that cardinal. It's all right, Denise. It's all right. In a few minutes a policeman appeared and the deputy who pretended not to recognize his wife, ordering us all to go to the rooms to get dressed and return to that same room. Only the deputy's wife and her companion did not return. My father went to talk alone with the deputy and in an instant we were given permission to leave the motel... We saw other cars on the spot with several policemen (all from the other city) and several bandits being arrested. My father let me out in his car together with his secretary and Julio left alone (I never saw him again, nor in the school). Quietly, my father drove to the next one where he had his office and his secretary got off. He drove back to the side of the square just before our house, and he looked at me pleased. What a scare, huh? I didn't say anything, he touched my hair. - Oh, we're gonna have to forget about this day, okay? The whole world's gonna know. No, no, no, the deputy's gonna cover it up, and you can rest assured that no one's gonna say anything about what happened, because everybody's guilty of something, right? - Shame on you, father! - Because of me, you don't have to! It's a good thing my mother wasn't home, because the way I was still shaking she was going to suspect something. But hours later lying in my room I began to analyze everything that happened and came to my mind my father naked next to me... I managed to remember his pinto that even mole seemed to be huge like a thick sausage. The next day, Saturday, my father called me to go for a pickup truck snack there in the square. With the hot dog in one hand and a soda in the other, we looked for a bench a little further away to sit down. - What about your daughter? Has she recovered from the shock? I don't think I've had a good night's sleep yet. My father nudged me to look at the deputy walking hand in hand with his wife as if nothing had happened. How can you do that? Better than a tragedy in the city. I got a laugh. That's why he wanted to shut down the case and didn't even want our testimony. Did you ever think if everyone in town knew about it? - Your mother was gonna kill me! I don't think it's worth dying for an ugly woman like Janete. - But that's what I got here in this end of the world, too! - But she's got her boobs down, her ass hanging out, and she's all skinny... her mother gives her a ten-to-zero. He looked at me and quite seriously. It's just that your mother doesn't care about sex anymore, you know? Is that why you're dating Janete? Whoever doesn't have a dog hunts with the cat. And he did. - But the guy you were with, he was pretty weak, too, huh? In the midst of our conversation, I ended up telling him that it was my first time at a motel, and that nothing really happened that day... we just took our clothes off to start it all happening. - But what bad luck daughter, right on your first time in a motel? It's... it's crazy to get to know someone on the inside. - Are you going back there? I don't know yet, I guess I'm just traumatized by everything that's happened. - There's a much better motel on the North Highway with much better security, because the highway patrol is right next door. - Have you taken Janete there yet? - A few times! - Shame on you! I can't have no sex because of your mother, you understand? It became a constant when I remembered the figure of my naked father beside me that day with his soft cock swinging, of imagining me and him naked on a round bed just talking and laughing, me and him alone in the house, coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel to go to my room when I bumped into him at the curve of the corridor almost falling to the floor... he holding me by the shoulders. I was distracted. I adjusted the towel right on my body, for it almost came loose. - Hahahaha... you almost leave me naked! I'll never forget the day I saw his whole body. I remember you naked, too. - Would you have the courage to open the towel to let me see you again? My body was shaking from head to toe. - But father? I'm sorry I asked you that, daughter, but I don't know where my head is. - I'm leaving father... I opened the canvas letting him see me all naked. Oh, Denise, Denise, how beautiful you are. I don't know what came over me when I dropped the towel and asked him to hug me, in his arms, with him patting me on the back, and I immediately felt him excited by something hard and sharp rolling against my bellybutton. - Oh father... how sweet it is to have your affection. One of his hands went down my ass and up quickly. - Sorry, I didn't mean to. I rest my head from your breast, your look at it. There's nothing wrong with you. He put his hand down again and smoothed it out and grabbed my buttocks for quite a while, and I think I even lost track of the danger that we were running in that way out there in the corridor of such a nice... - We better stop, Dad, because Mommy might be coming! And he let me go, and I rushed to my room, and I realized how excited I had become, my pussy was flooded, and I was getting ready to put on my panties when I heard a knock on the door, and I thought it was my mother, but when I opened it just a little bit, it was my father. - I called your mother, and she's still in the village and won't be back until the 6:00 bus. It was still about three o'clock in the afternoon, and I unlocked the door, and my father came back into my room, hugging me and caressing my body. - Dad, don't do that, I'm not going to make it! - I'm the one who can't stand Denise... her body is driving me crazy! He gently led me away until I was leaning against the bed and lying on my back. He sucked my breasts, then kissed me on the mouth and began to smooth my little sketch. What delicious madness! I could never imagine my own father kissing me on the mouth. - Take off your clothes Dad, take off! And he got up from the bed to quickly get completely naked with that big, hard, thick cigarette butt of his. - Come on father, come on!!!!! And he came, and in a few seconds he was forcing his rolling stick into my little sketch that was stretched to the max so he could swallow the whole thing. Put it in, father, put it in! When I felt his hairy crotch pressing against my sketch I was almost joking. - You're such a good father! And he kept punching me while I was having the best, most delicious orgasm of my life, until he took off my lipstick and made a big joke about my belly button, and I wiped his fucking ass with a towel and he lay down next to me. - Our father, what have we done? Him kissing me on the mouth again. I've done what I've wanted to do since the day I saw you naked. That was the best sex I've ever had. And we sat there on the bed kissing a lot: he caressed my breasts and alternated with his ass, and I, from time to time, put my hand on his dick and caressed him hoping for him to be in position again... bye. - Our father... is he getting hard again? - It's almost good... you just keep making out. With his cigarette butt hard enough again, he made me stand on all fours to jam again on my muzzle and punch for several minutes making me have a new and wonderful orgasm... I screamed like a real whore. On Monday, I was still in the classroom about to finish, when I noticed a message on my cell phone. It was my father saying that he was waiting for me at the exit... Big news for me. When I found him, he told me that he was nearby and knowing my schedule he decided to wait for me. As soon as he started the car he asked me if I would like to visit the motel he had told me about. - There's no danger there, is there? You can trust me. We drove for about 20 minutes to get into a motel that looked more like a castle. What was only in my imagination was happening for real; I was naked with my father in a round motel bed that still rotated on top allowing us to see each other through the many mirrors scattered throughout the room... up to the ceiling. We stayed only an hour, in which my father ate me in various positions: side, front, him on top, me on top... I was loving being my father's little whore. Back at the motel, I decided to ask. - You've been taking Janete to the motel? - After that day, not yet! - You haven't had sex with her yet? - I had to do that in the office! But I don't understand what you see in that horrible woman! - You really want to know? That makes sense. - As a lover, she does things that other people's wives don't do. I went to him to ask him to explain, and he told me in all the letters that she was giving him oral sex, and letting him put it up his ass, too. - Oh, my God, even anal sex? That's what every lover does. - Am I your mistress too, father? We only had sex twice, what do you think? I don't know, but I'm enjoying being your wife. - Do you want to be my mistress? I ended up talking without a hint of embarrassment. But I've only left it behind once and I've never had oral sex. - I'll only do what you let me do, okay? Three days later, he picked me up again at school and we went to the motel, and after a lot of fighting and rolling in bed, we went to take a bath to go home, kissing and kissing, hand here, hand there, until with his hand I felt a new erection begin. - Can I try sucking on Dad? - Do you really want a daughter? And right there, I crouched down until I started kissing his dick, licking it and putting just the tip in my mouth and sucking it and pressing it with my lips. Suck your daddy, suck your daddy! I was getting a taste for the stuff so fast I was sucking my dad's dick like a sex pro... and I only took it off when I felt the first fucking bite in my mouth. - Did I do the right thing, Dad? - Better than any other woman! So am I being a good lover? He's hugging me and passing his hand on my buttocks. - An excellent mistress... now all we have to do is leave her behind. - I'm only afraid of the size and thickness of your penis, father!... - But you want to try? - Next time I will! The next week, already in the motel room, after the foreplay: a lot of kissing on the mouth and a lot of caress all over the body, he takes a bisnaga of a product that he brought. That's to help with anal sex! He was explaining to me that it was a lubricating gel to help with penetration was passing in his penis and telling me to stand on all fours passed it in my anus inserting a little to his finger ... I was getting chills. When I felt that rolling chest begin to enter my little back hole it was like a feeling of inserting an arm. I shouted, boiled, cursed and even got tears in my eyes when after putting everything started to pull back and punch everything inside again. The worst must have been some thirty kicks that he gave before getting everything stuck and enjoying inside. That day I came back with the burnt ass all the years that I sat in the middle of the car until the side ... But I loved being a complete lover of my father. For a long time without a boyfriend ... I just wanted to be a lover. My father later moved again to the traditional sex, and I married my husband, who was just a lover, and I went to the city of Belo Horizonte.