Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Who's Your Daddy? EP5

"Well? Did you do it to hurt me?" she continued, finally looking up at me, a tear tumbling down her cheek.

I walked over to her and standing behind her laid my hands on her shoulders.

"NO! STOP!" she cried, pushing my hands off her as she stood and faced me, anger etched everywhere on her face.

I pulled her into my arms, holding her as she struggled to escape, pinning her hard against me as she started to sob. "You know I wanted you, that I loved you," she wailed as her tears fell on me. "OK, I know Izzy's prettier, but God professor, why'd you do it in front of me? Why'd you lead me on?" she asked, her eyes pleading, her words tugging at my heart.

I kissed the tears from her cheeks, and then held the struggling teen as my lips brushed hers, teasing, exploring, probing, prying; at last finding her tongue and then slowly awakening it.

"What are you doing?" she demanded when I put my arm behind her knee and lifted her into my arms. "What?" she giggled as I started to move towards the stairs.

"Well Miss Samantha Butler, would you like to make love with me in a large comfortable king size bed?" I asked, and then spinning around said, "Or would you prefer to lose your virginity right here on my desk? It's not very comfortable you know."

"You're crazy! I don't want you," she insisted, but the smile on her lips, the excitement in her eyes betrayed her. "No," she whispered as I turned again towards the stairs..... "Do you really want me?... We shouldn't, you.... Here, right here... I want to do it in the light, on the desk," she finished, her words hardly audible.

"You're so beautiful honey."

"I'm not. I'm Miss second choice," she protested, almost angry again.

"Haven't you heard of saving the best for last?" I asked as I lowered the zipper on her thin, flowered summer dress and slowly slipped the straps over her shoulders. As her wispy red silk bra quickly followed the dress to the floor, her palms rushed to her breasts, cupping each shyly in a hand.

"What?" I asked as I lifted her hands and exposed her heaving chest, her straining, cinnamon colored nipples.

"What about Izzy," she asked as I felt her fingers quickly moving over the buttons on my shirt, ripping one off in her eagerness to undress me. Kneeling in front of me, within seconds she had the button on my shorts undone, the zipper lowered, and my penis sprang proudly free as she shoved my pants, my underwear down.

"Jesus Sam, gentle," I groaned as one hand encircled me while the other stole to the hanging sack below.

"I've wanted you sir, since the first day," she laughed, and then quietly added, "I've dreamt of it in me, filling me..."

I lifted her to her feet, embracing her as I backed her towards the desk, finally lifting her again and set her sitting on the edge of the desk, spreading her knees so that she was open to me.

"You're a hairy little thing, aren't you?" I asked grinning as I knelt between her legs and moved my tongue between her hairy folds.

"Oh God sir," she squealed as my soft lips captured her rigid clit. "Oh shit, I can't keep calling you sir. What should I call you anyway?" she asked as her fingers held my head against her.

pulled away and stood between her legs, my prick, painfully erect, resting on her mound, and with her pussy juice soaking my mustache, I lowered my lips to hers. "You want to know what to call me at a time like this?" I asked laughing. "Yes," she giggled

Scourie?... No?... How

as my

Call me Daddy," I finally

"What? Why?'

be you're 'Sugar Daddy' my little darling,"

readier. She watched as I positioned myself, watched as I moved my bulging cockhead

it hurt... Daddy?" she asked timidly, suddenly unsure, wondering how she'd ever have enough room for the long, thick

promised as I spread her thighs with my hands and pushed into her, just getting the head

Daddy, it's so wide,

lubrication at the end of my cock, knew her body was trying to prepare her as I thrust my hips forward, and

room.

inches in her,

now enjoying

looking down saw the bright red liquid dripping on my daughter's thighs. I thrust again and

me, her orgasmic release accompanied by moans of 'Daddddy, daddddy, daddddy' as her juices flowed around my still thrusting prick. It was only as she came a second

once that day, Samantha too sore for an encore. So we just

her as we lay in

stop calling you that though. What if

thoughts of my two daughters, my two loves, worried about the future, knowing

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I lay naked next to the pool, "So, you seduced and despoiled my poor

as

remember me don't you professor? The innocent teenager you cornered on the beach, the young pure girl forever ruined by your

older sister is going to have to satisfy my Daddy

Daaaaaaddy," Isobel answered, "there are no

dear

hand grasping my already semi-hard penis. "And are you happy to see me, baby?" she whispered to my now rearing cock. "Yes, I

Samantha ordered as she bent her

hoped I would that summer. But of course I didn't care. I was together with the two people I loved most in the world, the two I'd spent close

completely shake off the sexual

which I'd only once experienced before. I was continually tempted to tell them, to let them know who I was.... But I wouldn't, I couldn't... I was afraid my

September and I think we all understood we'd never be able to recreate these happy, joyous days. But it came crashing down around me even before the summer ended, in fact just two days before the Butlers

mask. "What are you doing in here," I whispered, knowing it would never be the same between us again, petrified that I'd lost her so soon