Sarah and her daddy go to a family wedding. Daddy gets drunk and Sarah gets what she wants.
The hotel was beautiful, a grand old country house that whispered of opulence and tradition. Sarah looked around the lobby with wide eyes, taking in the ornate chandeliers and plush velvet couches. She felt like a princess in her bridesmaid dress, the fabric shimmering in the soft light, hinting at the curves she was just beginning to develop. The dress was a shade of pink that made her cheeks look rosier, and the neckline dipped just low enough to show the slight swell of her budding breasts.
Her father, Mike, looked handsome in his tuxedo, his tie a slightly darker shade of pink that matched the dresses of the wedding party. His hair was neatly combed, and the stubble on his face had been shaved away, leaving a clean, sharp jawline.
The reception was in full swing, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of champagne glasses. The dance floor was crowded with people, their movements a blur of color and light. The band played a catchy tune, and Sarah felt the urge to sway to the rhythm.
Mike had had a few drinks, his eyes glazed with a pleasant buzz. He caught her eye and offered her a crooked smile, holding out his hand. She took it, letting him lead her to the dance floor.
The music washed over them as they swayed together, their bodies moving in a dance that was both awkward and intimate. His hand rested on her lower back, in a respectable fatherly way. Sarah felt a warmth spread through her, the memory of their camping trip never far from her thoughts.
As the night progressed, Mike’s drinking grew heavier, and the laughter grew louder. His steps grew unsteady, and his smile looser. The wedding guests swirled around them, a kaleidoscope of happiness that felt both real and surreal.
Sarah watched him with a mix of concern and excitement. She knew what the alcohol did to him, knew the walls he’d built around his desires would crumble away.
Finally, unable to resist, she whispered, “Daddy, you’ve had enough. Let’s go back to our room.” He nodded, his smile a little sloppy, and she took his hand, leading him through the crowd.
The elevator ride was silent, the weight of their secret pressing against them like an invisible force. The doors slid open, revealing the plush carpet of the hotel corridor. Mike leaned heavily on her as they stumbled down the hall, the scent of his cologne mixing with the faint smell of whiskey.
With a gentle push, she guided him into their room, the door clicking shut behind them. The air was cool, a stark contrast to the warmth of the reception. He flopped onto the bed, his tie askew, his eyes half-closed.
Sarah hovered over him, her own heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She knew the power she held in this moment, the control she had over his inebriated state. Slowly, she began to undo the buttons of his shirt, her nimble fingers deftly navigating the fabric. His chest was broad and hairy, his stomach still toned, inspite of his indulgences.
With each button she unfastened, the anticipation grew, her eyes never leaving his face. He watched her through half-lidded eyes, his breathing shallow. Was it the alcohol or the desire that made him so compliant? She didn’t dare ask, afraid the spell might be broken.
Finally, she had his shirt open, revealing his bare chest. She couldn’t help but run her fingers over the sprinkling of chest hair, the smoothness of his skin. She traced the line of his abs down to his waistband, her touch feather-light.
With trembling hands, she unbuckled his belt, her eyes flicking up to his to gauge his reaction. His gaze was hazy, his pupils dilated, but there was a flicker of something that told her he was still with her, still aware of what was happening. She slid his pants down, his cock springing free, already half-hard.
Mike’s hand reached out, brushing against her cheek, his thumb lingering on her bottom lip. She leaned into his touch, feeling the heat of his skin, the gentle scrape of his calluses. He was still her daddy, but tonight, in this room, he was something else entirely.
Her own dress was easy to remove, the zipper whispering open as she let it pool around her ankles. She stepped out of it, her young body bared to his gaze. His eyes roamed over her, drinking in the sight of her. The hunger in his gaze made her feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.
Sarah climbed onto the bed, straddling him, her knees pressing into the mattress. She took his cock in her hand, feeling it thicken and lengthen under her touch. She knew what she wanted, what she needed.
Mike’s hand slid up her thigh, his thumb tracing the line of her panties. The fabric was damp with her arousal, and she shivered at the contact. He hooked his thumb under the elastic, pulling it aside to reveal her slick, swollen pussy.
The sight of her bare, exposed, and eager for him was almost too much. His cock grew even harder, straining against her hand. She stroked him, her movements slow and deliberate, watching his face for any signs of rejection. But all she saw was need.
Mike’s hand slid further up her thigh, pushing her panties aside completely. His thumb found her clit, and she gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily. He began to rub her in slow circles, his eyes never leaving hers. The room spun around them, the rest of the world fading into the background.
With a growl, Mike sat up, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was as desperate as it was tender. His tongue slid past her lips, dancing with hers, exploring every inch of her mouth. Sarah’s hand tightened around his cock, her own need growing with every touch.
He broke the kiss and pushed her back onto the bed, his mouth moving down her body. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing until she was writhing beneath him.
Then, his head dipped lower, his tongue tracing a wet path down her stomach. He pushed her legs apart, and she felt his hot breath against her pussy. She bit her lip, her eyes closing as he leaned in, his tongue touching her clit.
The sensation was exquisite, a wave of pleasure that made her toes curl. He licked her with the same enthusiasm he’d shown at the campfire, his mouth moving over her with a hunger that seemed insatiable. She arched her back, her hips rising to meet his mouth, the taste of her own arousal mingling with the faint scent of whiskey on his breath.
His tongue swirled around her clit, flicking and pressing, until she was on the brink. Then, just as she was about to come, he slid two thick fingers into her pussy, curling them upward in a way that made her see stars.
Sarah’s body tightened around him as she climaxed, her back arching off the bed. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, her nails digging into his scalp. She cried out, her voice echoing off the walls of the hotel room.
Mike’s eyes gleamed with a dark satisfaction as he watched her come apart. He felt the power of her orgasm pulse through his fingers, the way her pussy clenched around them. His own desire was a beast, demanding to be satiated.
Withdrawing his fingers, he kissed a path down her trembling thighs, pausing at her tight little asshole. It was a place he’d never dreamed of exploring, and now it was right there, open and vulnerable before him. He flicked his tongue out, tracing the delicate ring of muscle.
Sarah’s eyes shot open, a gasp escaping her lips. It was a new sensation, one that made her body tense with both fear and excitement. But as he continued to lick her, she began to relax, the pleasure surprising and intense.
Mike’s hand slid down to her ass, his thumb pressing gently against her anus as his tongue delved deeper into her pussy. The dual sensations were almost too much to handle, and she felt herself getting closer to another orgasm.
But then, with a suddenness that took her breath away, he stopped. He slid up the bed, repositioning himself so that he lay on his back. His eyes met hers, and she knew what he wanted. With trembling legs, she straddled him, her young pussy slick and eager.
Sarah took his cock in her hand, guiding it to her entrance. She hovered there for a moment, feeling the weight of him, the anticipation of what was to come. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered herself onto him.
The feeling was exquisite, his girth stretching her, filling her. She took a deep breath, her eyes squeezed shut, as she adjusted to the sensation. Mike’s hands slid up her thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh as she began to move.
Her hips rocked back and forth, taking him in inch by inch, her walls clutching at him greedily. It was a dance of innocence and depravity, a silent symphony of taboo desire. The room was alive with the sound of their breaths mingling, the rustle of the sheets beneath them.
Mike’s hands tightened on her hips, guiding her movements, urging her to take more of him. His thumbs found her clit, and she gasped as he began to rub it in slow, firm circles. The pressure built, a crescendo of pleasure that had her eyes rolling back in her head.
With a moan, she leaned forward, her small breasts pressing against his chest. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently, sending bolts of sensation through her body.
Sarah’s hands slid down to his chest, her nails digging in as she began to ride him in earnest. She wanted him deeper, to feel every inch of his cock inside her. She could feel the head of his cock hit her cervix with every thrust, the sensation painful, but she wanted it.
Mike’s eyes rolled back in his head as she moved, her tight pussy gripping him, her juices coating him. He’d never felt anything so perfect, so wrong, and so incredibly right all at the same time. His own hips began to lift, meeting her movements with a fervor that matched her own.
Sarah’s hands slid down to his chest, her nails digging in as she leaned back, arching her spine. The angle changed, and she felt him hit a spot deep inside her that made her toes curl. She moaned, her voice a siren’s call that had him panting.
Mike’s eyes were glued to where their bodies joined, watching the slick slide of his cock disappearing into her. Her pussy was so tight, so wet, and he couldn’t get enough of it. He reached up, his thumb finding her clit, and began to rub it in time with her movements.
Sarah’s eyes rolled back in her head, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The pleasure was intense, a pressure building that threatened to consume her. She began to move faster, her hips rising and falling with increasing urgency.
Mike’s thumb continued to rub her clit, the tension in her body coiling tighter and tighter. He watched her, his eyes dark with need, his jaw clenched as he fought for control. The sight of his little girl, her body moving above him with such passion, was almost too much to handle.
Sarah felt the head of his cock nudging against her entrance, the blunt pressure a tantalizing promise of the pleasure to come. She hovered there, her eyes locked with his, savoring the moment. Then, with a mischievous smile, she began to tease him, her pussy sliding up and down his shaft, the tip just barely brushing against her sensitive opening.
Mike’s breath grew ragged, his hips bucking upward in an attempt to claim her fully. But she was in control, her movements deliberate and taunting. She reveled in the power she had over him, the way he watched her with a mix of need and desire that made her feel like a goddess.
With a wicked smile, she took the head of his cock and began to rub it against her tight, untouched rosebud. It was a place she’d never explored before, but the idea of taking him there, of letting him claim every part of her, was thrilling.
Mike’s eyes went wide with surprise, his breath hitching as he felt her slickness coat the tip of his shaft. He’d never been so close to crossing that final taboo, and the thought was almost too much to bear. His hand slid down her back, his fingers curling around the soft flesh of her ass.
Sarah’s eyes never left his as she began to lower herself, inch by agonizing inch, onto his cock. Her expression was a mix of innocence and determination, her lips parted in a silent plea for more. She felt the pressure build, the sensation of being stretched and filled in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
Mike’s eyes were wide, his hand tight on her hip, guiding her descent. The tip of his cock breached her tight ring of muscle, and she felt a flash of pain, but she didn’t stop. Instead, she pushed down a little harder, determined to take all of him.
Sarah’s face was a study of concentration and passion as she worked his cock into her ass, her body stretching to accommodate his size. Mike’s eyes were locked on hers, his breath coming in shallow pants. He’d never felt anything so tight, so forbidden, and the sensation was driving him wild.
Once he was fully seated, she began to rock her hips, moving up and down with an agonizing slowness. Each movement sent waves of pleasure crashing through them both, the friction of her tight hole against his shaft sending sparks of electricity through his body.
Mike’s hand slid up her back, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her down for a deep, hungry kiss. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening with the effort to hold back. But it was no use; she was just too tight, too perfect.
With a groan that was half-moan, half-prayer, he released himself, his cock spurting hot cum deep inside her ass. The sensation of her tightness, the way she clenched around him as he came, was overwhelming. He’d never felt anything so intense, so primal.
They remained joined for a moment, their breathing ragged and their hearts pounding. Then, slowly, Sarah lifted herself off him, his cum dripping from her ass, mingling with her own juices. She lay beside him, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her own orgasm.
Mike rolled onto his side, his hand reaching out to touch her cheek. The silence was heavy, thick with unspoken words and the weight of their actions. He looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of regret, any hint of what she was feeling.
Sarah’s eyes searched his, her pupils dilated with arousal and something else, something deeper. She felt a mix of emotions: the thrill of their shared secret, the warmth of his cum inside her, and a burgeoning love that was as intense as it was wrong.