“What if I fall in love with you?” she asked, continuing, “Ohmigod, what if I have feelings for you? And I get attached? To my own dad…” she sort of backed off. I hoped her senses were coming to her, “What if this is stockholm syndrome? I mean…can I be with other men? Am I gonna do drugs the rest of my life to deal with these feelings? Am I already fucked up…how do you even know if you’re fucked up…”
Her mound floated up above my cock again. So far we’d been all about signs and indulging in what we wanted from each other…in forty-five years I’d learned at least something about the complexities of women. I think she was telling me something. The sauna was on full blast and a bead of sweat dripped off her rock-hard hip bone and onto my balls. Her hair was was matted and wet, with lengths of it stuck to her forehead.
“I mean, am I going to fuck you if I want something? What if I want to go to Europe and you won’t let me, or give me the money? Oh gosh I just wish I…”
I grabbed her hand and placed it on the base of my cock. My other hand pressed down, hard, on her hip, pushing her towards me yet giving her enough slack to ensure I wasn’t the one that crossed the line.
“Shut up and do it. Or get up and leave.”
I nestled the tip in her entrance. I gambled correctly and she gave me a big smile. Her hand reached and tousled my hair.
“That’s my dad.”
She rested her hand on her hip, above mine, and lowered herself down. She shuddered as it pressed into her, and somehow her body felt hotter than the surrounding sauna.
“I wanna do just the tip. That’s safe, and you’re not cheating on mom.”
I could tell from her eyes this was one of her games.
“It feels good though,” I said, “Let’s go a bit further.”
“No, don’t, I’m not on the pill.”
“I promise I won’t cum in you…just a little bit, think of how good it will feel.”
“No, stop, this is wrong.”
I slowed myself in. Her hands rested on my pecs and she let out an audible cry of pain and joy. Watching her lower onto my shaft was like watching a mechanic ease a car down from a hydraulic stand.
“Ok, ok, but just a little bit,” she said, “Just a few pumps.”
My God, she was such a little demon. Her pussy lips sucked against me as she rose up and down, slowly finding her sweet spot. She started grinding and moving towards her orgasm. I was afraid to keep up the dirty talk, for fear of not knowing what she wanted. The girl was high on mind games.
“You’re my dad, this has to stop,” she said as she let the first orgasm take her over. She cried out and I grabbed her sweaty tit. I flicked it with my thumb as I took my hand away and it jostled too and fro, beads of water falling around the nipple. It was a sight to behold.
“I should stop now, you’re going to cum.”
She started pulling off me, and I saw my cue. I grabbed her hips and forced her back down.
“No! Please!” she gasped, desperately, playing the role, “You’re going to cum!”
I pressed into her, forcing her down. She leaned forward and grabbed onto a beam of wood over my head. Her breasts hung right in front of my face.
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