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It was four o'clock when she finally heard his car's engine again, announcing his parking inside their garage. He had been true to his word. Usually, he would be back at home at six or seven, depending on the complexity of his last appointment, but that day he was way earlier then the normal.

Feeling her legs wobble, she hopped off the couch and quickly smoothed down her negligee, checked her appearance on the TV screen and put on the high heels she had previously picked out from her mother's wardrobe. Ready for him, she ran to the kitchen, where the front door was located, and stopped right beside the refrigerator. She wanted him to see her as soon as he entered home, so she just stood there, positioned on the place she knew would be the first place his eyes would catch when he opened the front door. Standing there, from the other side of the door, she could perfectly hear his footsteps and the tinkling of his keys, and diligently, she waited for him to find the right key and open the door.

Her heart was beating fast inside her chest, her blood running in her veins as a warm sensation climbed up her body, in anticipation of what was about to happen. She had longed for that moment for so long and had dreamed about it so many times, that her body hardly could contain all the expectation she was feeling. Feeling her skin tingling, she held her breath the moment the lock clinked announcing its opening.

"Welcome home, daddy…" She murmured, when his eyes first caught her figure slightly leaned on the side of the refrigerator. Faced with her like that,enveloped in that see-through nightgown, specially chosen for him, his eyes inevitably started to check out her body's tender curves from head to toe. The fire she saw burning inside his hungry eyes, while he took her in, certainly told her how pleased he was with her tantalizing reception for him, and a naughty smile promptly bloomed on her lips.

Not daring to take his eyes out of her, her dad closed the door behind him and took a few steps towards her. She was so lovely, so inviting, his little girl, dressed like that, in almost nothing. She wasn't a child anymore, but she wasn't a woman yet. A teenager. She was a beautiful, luscious teenager, in that wonderful stage where the baby fat of a growing girl lived in harmony with the delicious curves of a woman's body. Perfection. That's what her young body was to his eyes. Perfection.

"I've missed you…" She said, straightening up her posture, a little smile still playing on her lips. Hesitantly, she stepped towards him, trying to stride as gracefully as possible. Her high-heels clanked down on the floor, and he watched attentively every step she took, every sway of her attractive hips. She stopped right in front of him, and his hand instinctively reached for her waist.

The only thing that separated his warm palm from her skin was the almost transparent fabric of her negligee, his big hands seeming even bigger in contrast with her little waistline. Even with her high-heels, she wasn't able to reach her father's chin, what made her feel even smaller in contrast with his towering stature.

Her dad was a tall, robust man, fruit of years avoiding sweets and visiting his particular mini-gym inside their shed at least three times a week. The way he cared for his body made him grow old like an incredible handsome, fit man for his early forties, what surely helped him to be very attractive to her eyes.

She liked this, the idea of him, a masculine older man, dominating her and giving her commands to take advantage of her young body, stripping her and using her for his own pleasure. It was strange, how a strong and self-reliant girl like her could be independent in any aspect of her life, but in bed. When it came to sex, she wanted to be manhandled in filthy and dirty adventures, in any possible way. Initially, she hadn't known if her father would partake and cherish her peculiar sex drive and make good use of her kinky, erotic nature, but after what they did in those last days, she was even more sure that he was the perfect man for her.

"I've missed you too, darling." He said, raising his briefcase that was being held by his other hand and resting it on the kitchen table. With his free hands, he gathered her in his arms and leaned in to kiss her lips in a gently, caring way. She welcomed his tongue inside her mouth and kissed him back with equal sweetness. Circling his neck with her arms, she moulded her soft body to his angular one and buried her fingers in his brown hair, highlighted with a few strands of grey. Slowly, he caressed her tongue with his and she let him take control of their warm, candid kiss.

A contented sigh fell from her lips when he parted their mouths. Pleased with her reaction, he hugged her tight for a few second, relishing with the feeling of her warm body against his, before dropping his arms from her body. Her eyes, sparkling with love and caring, made him raise his hands to her face, cup her cheeks affectionately and peck her lips in a familiar way.

"Let me take a look at your pretty outfit, baby girl." He commanded, twirling his finger in circles, indicating to her that he wanted her to spin. She understood immediately and took a step back so he could be able to observe her figure as she gave her daddy a twirl. His eyes, appreciatively, scanned every inch of her body enveloped in that inviting negligee that prettied up her hot, womanly attributes.

"Did you like it, daddy?" She asked, biting her nail in a seductive demeanour. By the way he was staring at her breasts, wrapped up in that pretty lace that showed only a visible shadow of her areolas and nipples, she knew he had liked it very much.

"You're gorgeous, kitten." He said, raising his hand again, this time to her breasts, to brush her nipple with his thumb. A visible shiver ran down her body and he smiled at the way her little nipple hardened under his fingertip. "Daddy liked it very much…"

"Good…" She sighed, a wonderful sensation spreading through her breasts as he played with her. Pleased with the result of his stimulus, he switched nipples and started to hardener the other, just getting satisfied when both of them were peaked beautifully, straining the lace of her negligee in a tempting way. "I'm happy you liked it… I bought it just for you."

"You're a naughty little girl, aren't you? Using an indecent gown to tempt your daddy like this…" He murmured, cruelly pinching her nipple in a hard way, what made her yelp. "All this because you want me to fuck you really good, honey?"

"Yes…" She sighed again, leaning in to be a little closer to him, feeling her whole body warmer at his suggestion. She loved when he treated her like that, using crass words to turn her on. "I need you to fuck me good, daddy…"

"Oh, I will, baby girl, be sure." He smirked, watching her little body tremble under the intensity of his eyes. By the way her cheeks were flushed and her face displayed an intense desire, he was sure her beautiful knickers were already starting to get damp.

"So come, daddy…" She said, her white teeth biting her lower lip while her index finger raised to poke his chest. Slowly, she traced down his torso with her fingertip until reaching for his denim trousers, where she dipped her digit a little down his waistband, enough to feel the warmth of his lower belly. When he felt her nail lightly scratch the upper side of his pelvis, he groaned, and she smiled with his reaction. "Come and fuck your little girl…"

He didn't think twice.

With a quick move, he reached for her waist at the same time his other hand clamped hard behind her neck and, after spinning her little body slightly to the side, he crushed her mouth with his, devouring her little surprised squeal with his thirsty lips.

That second kiss was totally different from the first one. It was intense, demanding, eager. His lips were so possessive over hers, that she completely melted in his arms, what forced him to hold her tighter against him, preventing her from falling; but soon she was kissing him back again, with the same heated passion that he was fiercely kissed her.

Her body was burning in his embrace. The taste of her daddy's lips was like a drug to her as his mouth explored hers in a way that made her mewl in ecstasy. The feeling of his masculine body crushing her tempting little body against his, pressing her breasts between them, was driving her wild, which, together with his masculine scent, helped to completely numb her five senses, surrounding her with his overwhelming presence. She was captivated by him, by his presence, by his clamming over her, by his hands that were now hovered over her body, appreciatively caressing her curves.

"Daddy…" She whispered, trembling in his arms as his lips dropped to her jaw and neck, until they reached her collarbone, where he left a sequence of wet, feverish kisses. "Daddy…" This time she moaned as his lips lowered again to caress the upper part of her chest. The sensation of having her father's mouth exploring that place so close to her bosom made her chest inflate with a violent desire that made her breath unstable and her legs wobble.

He smiled with her reaction, with his face buried into her cleavage, before he lowered himself a little more to take one of her pointed nipples into his mouth. He was so tall, in contrast with her short stature, that he had to almost stoop in front of her so his mouth would have a good access to her breasts. She hugged his face and dragged him closer to her, and he sucked her nipple in return, making her mewl again.

Suddenly, she felt her father's hands run down to her arse and, after a good grope, he hauled her up into the air and placed her over the table. He resumed his sucking with the height improved by the table, which provided his back to straighten up and little, and soon he switched nipples, engulfing the other one with gusto.

Her legs parted for his body to fit between her practically bare legs, but he refused to snuggled up closer to her in order to continue his nursing of her breasts. She was liking very much his attention, and she had to admit that the sensation of his mouth tugging her nipples were delicious, and that it was making her even hornier, but she wanted more, she wanted other parts of her body being stimulated by him; preferably her throbbing cunt, that was pulsating in need and gushing with liquid arousal for him. At that point, her lace knickers were more than critically soaked with her pussy juices.

Anxiously, then, she reached for his trousers and hooked her fingers around his belt loops to pull him closer. The lewd sound that sounded when he released her nipple made her shiver, and with a quick glance down, she saw two beautiful circles maculating her negligee, the marks of his saliva.

"Delicious…" He murmured, as he notices the approving way she was looking at her stiff nipples covered by wet lace. "Your tits are delicious, baby, I could suck on them for the rest of my life…"

"Not could, daddy, can…" She smiled at him, and the beauty of her rosy cheeks, combined with the lust burning in her eyes, made him surrender to her. With one single step, he nestled himself between her parted legs. "I'm your little girl, daddy… You are the one who made me, so I belong to you… Only you. You're the only man for me in the whole world, dad, and I want to be yours…"

"Princess, you know you can't be my only one too, don't you? I'm married to your mother and-"

She touched his lips with her index finger, and he silenced immediately.

"I know, dad." She said. Cupping his face tenderly, she made him lean over and she gave a peck to his lips. "I know I can only be your mistress…"

"You're not my mistress, you're my lover..."

"Your mistress" she insisted, pulling him closer by the belt loop. "Your little mistress. The one who will never deny your cock." She continued, skittering her butt to the edge of the table, where she nestled him perfectly between her opened legs. "Who will have a willing wet cunt for you to fuck, any day, any time…" Her hands, slowly, closed over his and brought it down to cup her soaked knickers, as if to prove her point to him. "Your fucktoy…"

"You minx" he murmured, letting his thumb graze up and down her covered slit.

"Your minx" she corrected while reaching for his trousers and, quickly, she started to free him by unclasping his button.

"Wait, kitten." He said, circling her wrist with his big hands to pull her fingers away from him.

"Not again, daddy, I've been a good girl, I swear…" She complained, pouting prettily at him. "You told me you would reward me if I were good…"

"And I will, darling girl…" He said, leaning in to peck her pout. "But not here, in the kitchen… When I take you for the first time, I want it to be on a bed…"

"It's not our first time, dad…" She smiled saucily. "You've already taken my virginity, remember?"

"Yes, but I wasn't aware that it was your sweet cunt at the end of my cock, did I, little hussy?"

"No…" She continued to smile, lowering her hand slightly to cup his half-hardened penis. "But now you know..."

"Yes, now I know what a little slut my daughter is." He hissed, letting her fondle his growing bulge. Apparently, he really liked dirty talk, just like her. "So hungry for her daddy's cock that she tricked him to make him pop her cherry..."

"I don't regret it…" She said, biting down her lower lip to contain a wicked smile.

"Me neither, kitten…" He murmured, his arms slipping down beneath her arse to prop her up.

Understanding what he was about to do, she let go of his cock and wrapped her arms around his neck inthe same way her legs wrapped around him, too.

"Take me to bed, daddy…" She whispered in his ear and, in an impulse, he lifted her in his arms.

She clung to him while her daddy walked her out of the kitchen; her short and slim constitution presenting no trouble for him to carry her over the living room, up the stairs and into his own bedroom. Her rosy, tempting lips spread a full set of kisses all over his face and neck while he walked, her sinful tongue brushing his skin diligently, taking care not to leave any mark so her mother wouldn't suspect anything. His stubble, harsh against her, instead of chafe her skin, turned her on even more. It was as if that little detail asserted her that it was indeed her dad, her forty-one years old dad, who was making out with her while carrying her all over the house.

Soon, they reached his bedroom and he sat on the bottom of his bed, with her straddling his lap. The look of her stunning smile printed on her lips, and the beautiful vision of her gracious body covered in that inviting negligee, ready to be stripped away, made him capture her mouth once more with want. She answered him eagerly, the idea of having sex with her father on the same bed he slept daily with her mother exciting her. It was so dirty, to desecrate his marital bed once more, this time with both of them completely aware of their counterpart, to profane the symbol of his marriage to her mother with their incestuous debauchery; even more with the sensation of his wedding ring sliding down her body as he run once more his hands all over her delicious curves, their tongues intertwining in sync.

Her hands, slowly, slipped out of his neck and ran down his torso, appreciatively feeling all his muscles, until they rested on his waistband once more. His trousers were still unbuttoned and slightly unzipped, since their stride had unfastened it a bit, so she only finished the job by lowering the rest of his fly and soon, she was reaching for the waistband of his boxers and slithering in her fingers to grab his hard-on.

The sensation of her fingers curling around his cock made him groan. Their last encounters had been all about her, about her passion and her needs, not him; so, if there was anything about him that was screaming in need was his ache to be touched, to be pleasured, to be satisfied.

She released his lips with a soft peck, and wiggled a bit back on his lap to give him enough space. His hands kept holding her hips as she kept feeling the soft skin of his hardness that was filling her adventurous grasp inside his boxers. After another peck, she let her gaze move down to his lap and, only when her eyes were locked on the bulge inside his underwear, she freed his manhood.

"Oh, daddy!" She gasped, a little impressed.

She had already known he had a huge dick, even though she had never really seen it until then. The way he had left her all sore after brutally taking her virginity and the way in which she had felt his hardness when she had ridden his covered cock in the kitchen had already told her that he was probably the owner of a magnificent tool, but the thing that jutted out of his boxers when she lowered its waistband truly, absolutely amazed her. He wasn't just big. His shaft was thick and long, reddish with all the blood circling inside it to make him extremely rigid what, together with his curve upwards, immediately enthused her. It would feel so good inside of her...

"You're big!" She continued, and her dad chuckled, watching the amazement in her face while she manipulated his cock from hand to hand. His girth was so wide, that she wasn't even able to close her fingers around him.

"Glad you liked, princess…" He chuckled again, tightening his grip on her hips, intending to bring her closer, but instead he only groaned when she fastened both of her hands around his cock and squeezed his length. His hips bucked up, in reflex to the pleasure he was feeling by having his cock stimulated by her little hands, and her small body bobbed up on his lap, in consequence. Knowing that he was feeling very good, she slid her hands up and down on his shaft, to arouse him even more. "You're gonna kill me if you continue like this, darling." He said, hissing, feeling his cock throbbing, wrapped by her delicate fingers.

She, in turn, was already so aroused, that she could perfectly feel her vaginal walls hollowing itself to receive him, making that itch inside of her desperate to be scratched, preferably by his big cock.

"I can't wait to feel you inside me, dad..." She said, already imagining how good it would feel to have him filling her little pussy.

"Oh, fuck!" He grunted, the expression on his face completely changing, clearly showing her that something had annoyed him. Fearful that it had something to do with her deed, she withdrew her hands, letting his manhood twitch freely.

"What's wrong, daddy?" She asked, concern apparent on her face, her white teeth nibbling her lower lip.

"Nothing you've done, love." He said, caressing her hips lovingly. "Daddy just forgot something downstairs…"

"Oh, dad, you can get it later…" She smiled, her hands already going back to his cock, to continue to pump him, but he stopped her by wrapping her wrist with his own hand.

"No, darling, we will need it."

"But dad…" She whined, pouting prettily at him.

"We will really need it, babygirl…" He said, pecking her lips. "One minute, and I'll be back."

She stretched out her arms and propped them on his shoulders, the pout still puckering her lips in a fake annoyance.

"Just one minute, darling, and daddy will come back to you…" He tried to persuade her, distributing kisses all over her face.

"One minute, daddy…" She said, giggling sweetly at his kisses. "Just one minute."

"Ok, sweetie… I promise." He agreed, placing his hands again on her hips and, with a single move, he turned her body over, throwing her on the bed, and before she could even squeak, he towered over her, pressing her little body to the mattress with his, and kissed her lips hungrily once more.

She let him invade her mouth and answered him eagerly, but before she could get more excited, he withdrew his body, pecked her, and said "one minute, darling". He, then, hopped out of bed, letting his trousers pool down his legs and hid his penis inside his boxers again, before he left the room wearing just his boxers and shirt, running.

Listening to his footsteps echoing out of the door, she crawled to the back of the bed and laid down in the middle of the mattress. For the whole minute, she debated with herself if she should slide one hand down her knickers and rub herself a little, to relief some pressure on her clit or not, but at the end, she decided not to do it. She knew she was wet, or rather, dripping, since she could perfectly feel her knickers clinging to her pooling slit, but she wanted to spend all of her sexual heat with her father, the man of her dreams, not by herself. Instead, she just took out her high-heels, that were starting to bother her, and laid down back to wait for him.

As promised, he didn't take long to come back. Soon, he was passing the door with a cardboard box in hand, what made her eyebrows frown. When he said he had forgot something, she had no idea what it might be, but a package seemed the last thing she would have thought.

"What is it, dad?" She asked, sitting down, watching him climb up the bed and crawl over to her.

"Supplies" He answered, handing her the package that she immediately picked up.

Carefully, she opened the box, and what she found inside made her smile. Condoms. Two packs with fifty condoms each. A total of one hundred condoms.

"How many times do you intend to fuck me, dad?" She asked, taking the pack out of the box, opening it and pouring all fifty condoms on the bed.

"At least one hundred, I think" He told her, smiling, watching her do the same to the other pack. Now, there were one hundred condoms between them, on his bed, and the vision of it seemed to be so sexy and naughty, that she didn't resist the idea of spreading them all over the mattress around them. "But I suppose I can always buy some more…"

"Good…" She said, playing with some little coloured squares like a little kid would do with some toys. "Strawberry… Must be tasty…" She winked at him, taking a pink condom and raising it to her lips, biting its wrapper seductively. "How did you buy it?"

"By phone. They don't have packs with fifty units in stores, so I ordered them by phone. They finally arrived today." He explained. While she was fiddling the coloured squares, she found out a little paper, that seemed like the condoms' receipt. "I asked them to deliver to my dental clinic. It wouldn't be wise to give your mother even a chance to look at the package, since it could raise some suspicions... I don't need to use condoms with her because she can't get pregnant anymore, you know, so..."

"Is that why you refused to have sex with me until today? Because we didn't have condoms?" She asked, analysing the receipt in her hands.
"Well... Yes. We need to be carefull, darling..."

"Friday?" She asked, lifting the receipt to show him the order date. "You bought all of them on Friday? Dad, you were still ignoring me…"

"I know, darling, but even though I had been feeling guilty for what I had done to you, I knew that I wouldn't resist your sweet little pussy for long, after that night…"

"Oh, dad, you're so silly…" She said, smiling, leaning in to peck his lips. "But they're not necessary, really. We don't need any condom between us."

"Princess, I know that we've fucked bare before, and it was awesome, but we can't do it again. You're a smart girl, so I figured you had a morning after pill after we had sex, but you can't have them very often. It messes with your hormones, and you could develop some problem…"

"Dad, I didn't have a morning after pill after we fucked…" She announced. His face, from casual, turned its calm expression into a worried one. "Don't fret, there's no chance of me being pregnant. I took a contraception potion."

"A potion?" He asked, frowning.

"Yes… Contraception potions are one hundred percent safe, and makes me sterile for a month. So, even if we fuck twenty-four hours per day, I wouldn't get pregnant. Like, at all."

"And after a month…?"

"I would just take another one, and voilà, I'm sterile again." She said, raising her hands above her head.

"Darling, that's…" He murmured, his face locked on hers.

Smiling, she shortened the distance between them and snaked her arms around his neck. She loved the fact that he was so much taller than her, because she would always feel like hanging around his neck. Almost unconsciously, he hugged her form to him, and pressed her little body to his broad one, what made her sigh, feeling her stiffened nipples being nicely stirred against his slightly muscled chest.

"Daddy…" She murmured in his ear, locking her hands into his hair and kissing his neck avidly. "You can cum inside me… As much as you want." She said, seductively, and his arms instantly lowered on her back, just stopping when both his hands were cupping her arse, to drag her lower parts closer to his.

"Darling…" He hissed, his very much hard cock brushing against her stomach. "You're making me crazy…"

"Promise me, dad." She continued, undulating her body on his to stimulate his prominent covered dick. "Promise me that you will always cum inside me. That you'll fill my pussy with every drop of your seed… That you'll make me cum all over your big cock and-"

Before she could finish her sentence, her father grabbed the back of her thighs and flopped her down forcefully on the bed, making her giggle. Soon, his hands were pushing her body down on the mattress, his arms completely outstretched separating them.

"You filthy girl" He hissed, watching the way she spread her legs out for him in an inviting way, and soon he was lowering his body onto hers, fitting himself perfectly between her thighs. "You lewd little thing, tempting your daddy this way…" Hermione didn't answer him, she just rolled her hips up to meet his hardness, what made him groan. "Is it what you want, little hussy?" He asked, lowering his hips to press his bulge on the crux of her legs. "Is it?"

"Yes, daddy…" She moaned, feeling his hard cock fitting seamlessly on her parted slit, deliciously brushing her throbbing clit. "Oh, yes… Like this."

"Sing to me, little hussy…" He said, thrusting his cock harder against her, making her little body jiggle up and down with the force of his impulses. "Sing to your daddy…"

"Oh! More, dad…" She kept on moaning, pushing up her hips to friction her pussy against him. "I want to feel you, dad…"

Hermione was completely desperate to feel his skin on hers, so she quickly searched for the hem of his shirt and started to remove any sign of clothing between them. Understanding what she was trying to do, he raised his hands, helping her, and soon he was just in his boxers, leaning over her.

His body looked exactly like what she remembered from their last trip to the countryside, naturally muscular, broad shoulders and sparse chest hair. He was so handsome, strong and masculine, the perfect picture of her most ardent desires, that she couldn't resist the impetus of wrapping her arms around him and sink her nails on his back.

"Calm down, kitten" He said, chuckling, taking her arms away from his back before raising his body to kneel down on the empty space between her legs. Displeased with his departure, she pouted and tried to grab him again, to make him come back over her, but he refrained her easily with his big, strong hands. "Tuck in your claws, kitten, or you'll leave a mark…"

"It's excitement, daddy…" She whined, pouting at him. "Because I'm feeling you…"

"Oh, kitten…" He said, poking her nose, before running his finger down her lips, neck, cleavage and belly, making her whole body shiver until he reached her parted legs, where he stroked her nub once, twice, and then removed his hand.

She groaned, extremely frustrated. He was playing with her, making her all horny, toying with her need for friction and leaving her hot and needy with no fulfilment.

"Daddy, don't be mean…" She whined again, and he smirked.

"Let daddy take out your clothes, princess, and he'll stop being mean to you…"

"A negligee is hardly considered clothes, daddy…" She smiled wickedly, but already offering the silky ribbon that hold her negligee together for him to undressed her.

"It's a piece of fabric that separates my hands from your skin, princess." He said, his fingers working on the tie that closed her negligee in front of her. The sensation of his hands brushing against her belly as he undressed her made her sigh deeply, and every trace of his digits made her skin burn in need. "So, it's annoying anyways…"

Shortly, he was rolling her opened negligee down to the side, exposing her body almost fully naked, just covered by that thin lace that was her knickers. His eyes, hungrily, scanned out all of her body, what made goosebumps spread over every tiny piece of her complexion. The way he was looking at her, as if she were the most sexy and desirable woman in the world, made her insides crave him even more.

More than ever he wanted to feel him, to touch him, to surrender herself to him.

There, laid on his bed, surrounded by condoms and almost naked for his eyes, she wished he would take her offering soon and use her body in any way he wanted. Luckily, her wishes were met when his hands cupped her breasts with want, squeezing and moving them around for his own enjoyment. The sight of her perky mounds being massaged by his hands, his much older, calloused hands, the hands of a man, made him groan. She was a temptation, his little girl, the dirty lewd thing that was handing herself to him to be dominated.

Her youthful nipple, her beautiful pink, strawberry coloured and stiffened nipple, begged for his attention, poking his palm, and he rolled the little nub between his thumb and index finger. As he fondled her, little cries tumbled from her mouth, enchanting him to do more, to provoke her and arouse her even more.

Suddenly, his hands left her, he sat and lifted her up with him, to drop her on his lap, so she would be straddling him again. Immediately, she wrapped her legs around him and started to rub herself all over her dad, making sure to hump his straining cock at the same time he pressed her down on his bulge. His mouth, then, descended ravenous to invade hers and she answered him by immediately sliding her tongue inside his. She was clinging to him so desperately, that not even a sheet of paper could be fit between their bodies.

"Oh, daddy!" She exclaimed in lust, as his lips moved down, leaving not-so-gentle-open-mouthed kisses all over her throat. He didn't stop when he reached her collarbone or even when he reached her cleavage, biting down on her flesh in a place he knew wouldn't be visible in her everyday revealing garments.

The knowledge that he was marking her as his property, that he was, in fact, possessing her body as she so much desired, made her moan more than when he had stroked his fingers between her thighs.

The moment his lips closed around her nipple, however, her cries sounded even more desperate. Aware that she liked to have her nipples played, he sucked a good amount of her breast inside his mouth and his tongue teased her by swirling its tip around her peak.

His bended down position forced her to lean back a little, so he could reach her chest, but it didn't disturb the rhythm of her pussy rubbing against his cock.

While he nibbled on her, she moaned wantonly, and she didn`t resist her impetus to stare down to see the filthy, lascivious sight of her breast being tugged by her own father`s mouth, his greedy lips feasting on her now swollen buds while his voluminous bulge rolled over her splayed slit. The tingling sensation he was stirring inside of her shoot through her body, from the tight nipples engulfed by his mouth directly to her heated core, aching to be filled. She was feeling marvellous, wonderful, in heaven.

After having that tit perfectly wet by his saliva, that time without any kind of cloth partially covering it, and beautifully reddened by the pressure made by his sucking, he switched to her other breast and did the same. She was now whimpering and sobbing in his arms, completely lost to the pleasure of having his dick grinding against her pussy and his mouth tugging hard on her tits.

"Daddy!" She cried out loud, and it caused him to awaken from his lustful frenzy.

It was time, he knew. If they continued like that, they would soon spend their loads over each other, and he surely didn't want to pour his semen in other place than deep inside her sweet little cunt, even more in his boxers, like a hormonal teenager.

He, then, flipped her body over and threw her back on the bed. She bounced on the mattress, giggling, and some condoms bounced together with her. Swiftly, he approached her, circled her knees and lifted her legs, holding them aside as wide as he could to expose her to his hungry eyes. She was covered with nothing but an imbibed piece of lace utterly ruined by her own pussy juices. His eyes, once more, scanned her body over, showing a deep pleasure at seeing her perky nipples all distended and red because of his mouth.

Slowly, he leaned on her once more, kissed her lips and started to go down on her body. He licked her neck, collarbone and belly, stopping just to lay a purplish, beautiful hickey between her breasts, before he continued his way down on her. A shiver ran down her body, and she almost buckled when his tongue infiltrated her bellybutton. He held her down, and her fingers grabbed a few strands of his hair as his teeth caught the waistband of her underwear. With his mouth, then, he dragged her knickers down her legs and she helped him to divest her by retreating her legs.

Finally freed from any kind of clothes, besides her opened negligee that were still hanging around her arms, she parted her legs as much as she could and exposed her bare, red cunt, all throbbing and soaked for him. He took in the sight of her, breathing in the smell of her sex, covered by that delicious scent of female excitement, all glistening with excitement. Like an animal on heat who had been presented with a fertile mate ready to be breed, he growled almost gutturally, before lowering his head a little more and sinking into the crux of her legs to kiss her perfect lower lips.

Hermione writhed against her father's face as he sucked her heated clit, swallowing down her ever-pouring juices that gushed out of her vagina with every moan that left her lips. The flavour of her young, teenage cunt, almost virgin, defiled by his own cock just once, was almost heavenly on his taste buds. "Daddy, oh! Daddy…" She sang as he explored and teased her folds, sounding so lustful and so whorish, that he didn't resist the impulse to sweep his broad tongue all over her sopping pussy. "Daddy, fuck! Oh, god… daddy!" She moaned loudly, as his lips closed around her clit and he sucked it in, letting just the tip of his tongue lap at her stiffened nub. She was feeling marvellous, rubbing her cunt all over her father's face while he was drinking her sweet nectar from its source. When his finger slithered in her hot vaginal hole and his mouth closed again around her clitoris, she felt herself reaching the edge. "Daddy, no!" She screamed, but he completely ignored her and continued to eat her pussy.

She tried to push him away from her, wanting to come just on his cock, not inside his mouth, but he resisted her, eating her with even more want and in a few more licks, she was cumming into his mouth.

Her channel clenched down around his finger as her hips bucked desperately against his face, and a gasping cry shuddered out of her lips. While her whole body was trembling with her orgasm, her dad kept lapping on her folds with hunger, riding her climax with his mouth, eager to receive every single rush of the cum his daughter's pussy could give him.

Momentarily spent by her phenomenal climax, she let him continue to lick her while she panted and tried to regularize her breathing. Her father, in his turn, continued to eat her out even after she came down from her orgasm, holding her opened for him as he lapped and kissed her delightful cunt to arouse her one more time. And indeed, after a few seconds of being continuously stimulated by his tongue, she was all wet again, ready to have her second round.

This time, when she tried to take his head away from her, he obeyed.

"I said I wanted to cum over your cock, not over your mouth." She complained, crossing her arms under her perky breasts, in front of her sweating body, and he smiled at her when he saw the pretty pout on her lips.

"I know, love" He said, pinching one of her nipples playfully. That little action, the pinching o her nipples when he was apologizing or fooling around with her, was becoming a characteristic of their relationship. "But daddy was so excited after having you rubbing your pretty pussy all over his cock, that he was afraid to burst into you before he could really give you any kind of pleasure… He needed to calm down a bit, so he would be able to fuck you better, longer and harder…"

"I still want you to make me cum with your cock" She countered, and he pinched her nipple once again, this time a little harder.

"I know, and I promise you will…" He said, making good use of his hand already over her breast to kneaded her once more, admiring the marks he had left on her body. "Daddy is still very hard for you, kitten, and ready to fuck you..."

"Now?" She asked, hissing when he rolled her nipples with his fingertips.

"Right now." He confirmed, smirking maliciously at her. With his free hand, the one that wasn't massaging her breasts, he lowered his boxers and soon he was kneeling, completely naked between her parted thighs. "Are you ready to have daddy's cock, princess?"

"Very much" She hissed, almost in a whisper, watching her father, with his face still covered in her juices, pumping the very hard piece of meat between his legs. "Make love to me, dad…" She almost implored, reaching a finger to capture a small drop of his pre-cum that was pearling out of the slit of his cock and, with her eyes fixed on his, she made a show out of taking her finger to her mouth and spread the little drop on her tongue. "Salty... Tasty"

"You're such a slut, kitten..." He hissed, eyes locked on her tongue licking her lips as if she had just tasted the most delicious drop in the world, a true delicacy. "My little slut..."

"Yes, daddy…" She moaned wantonly to provoke him. "Your little slut, and just yours…"

"Do you know what little sluts deserve, princess?" He asked, withdrawing his hand from her breast to flatten it on the mattress, right beside her head, while his other one pumped his dick even faster. "They deserve daddy's cock."

"Yes…" She moaned, watching closely as he leaned over her, holding his cock tightly in his hand. Slowly, he started to brush his weeping cockhead up and down against her pussy, spreading her excitement all over her folds. "Fuck me."

"Open your legs, kitten…" He said, and she immediately spread herself wider for him. His arousal, so hard and so red in want, nuzzled her entrance and she hissed, just the feeling of his sex touching hers and the idea of having him inside of her being enough to make her whole body tremble. "Here comes daddy…"

And then he pushed, and with his push, the head of his thick, big cock, popped into her.

She hummed softly, feeling her almost virgin passage stretch to accept his wide girth. It was just the head of his cock, sure, but it was big enough to make her walls need some time to adjust. Her dad knew about it, knew that she had fucked just once and that she was still very tight down there, so he took his time, feeling her wet heat cradle his head and after feeling that she was accustomed enough to him, he began to thrust into her, slowly, just the tip, moving in and out.

Hermione whimpered, feeling her vaginal walls being stimulated by his cockhead, and she spread her legs widely for him, what consequently made his shaft enter a little deeper inside of her.

There she was, his sweet daughter, the daughter who had given her virginity to him and had begged him to take her as his mistress, his particular whore, all spread for him, breathing hard, with luscious tits covered with his marks, the marks made by his hungry and perverted mouth. Her body all covered in sweat, surrounded by one hundred condoms, condoms that he wasn't needing at all, because he was fucking her bare. Completely bare, skin sliding on skin, no rubber between his hardness partially stuck in that soft, wet pussy of hers.

"Mmm Daddy… More" Hermione moaned with pleasure, rolling her hips up to feel more of his erection. "Fuck me more."

Watching her face flush as she squirmed under him, he pushed himself deeper inside of her, wanting desperately to drive his prick in and out of her insanely to ride her little body madly. He knew that, even though she wasn't a virgin anymore, he could easily hurt her, so he refrained his wild impulses and probed into her slowly. There, penetrating her little body, he once more thought about the time he had broken her womanhood and once more he reached the conclusion that his head had definitely tricked him to think it was his wife under him that day, not his daughter. The feel of his little girl's pussy cradling his cock was wonderful, the most delicious thing he had ever felt, and the way she moaned and asked for more had nothing to do with her mother. Not even when he had had sex with his wife for the first time she had felt like that around his prick, heavenly, as his daughter's tight cunt was feeling at the moment.

Hermione, in turn, ravished with the feeling of his hard, long shaft penetrating her, inch by fucking inch, splitting her open for his thickness to accommodate itself inside of her. She was feeling amazing, blissful even, pleasured beyond anything she had ever felt before. It was ecstasy, their sin. Their incestuous sin.

"Are you good, princess?" He asked when he finally fitted all his length inside of her, his pubis touching hers intimately.

"Yes… Very much, daddy…" She grinned, raising her arms to caress his broad chest. She was so full, so stretched and completed by him, that nothing in the world could erase the smile out of her face at that moment.

Staring at the blessed expression upon her face, her dad couldn't hold back a chuckle. "Let daddy see how good you're opened for him…" He murmured, withdrawing his cock completely out of her.

"Daddy!" Hermione whined, feeling the emptiness of her channel clench down on nothing, thanks to his absence.

It was so strange, to be unfilled by him after being so widely stretched. It was as if her body would never conform to the lack of him, to the deprivation of his cock. And maybe, it would never be. Never, never again she would feel complete without her daddy being buried deep inside of her. One minute, one second spent without him inside of her was a time wasted. She had needed him before, she knew, but now, it was a matter of existence, a matter of knowing your place in the world. Because that was her place: under her father, being his, his property, his little toy to be played, his little slut to be used and abused in any way he wanted.

"I'll go back, darling, let dad just…" With two fingers, he opened her pussy lips, allowing him to see every little bit of her reddish cunt completely plump and swollen for him.

Curious about what he was doing, she lifted her head in time to see his big cock come back to her wet hole and, gradually, he eased himself back inside of her to the hilt. Hermione screamed in lust, completely engulfed by the sight of her father's cock impaling her vagina, making her so deliciously filled again. Her reaction made her dad lean down on her to capture her lips in a loving kiss, swallowing her gasps as he pulled back, just a little, before gently pressing in again, to start the oldest rhythm known in the world. The rhythm of sex.

In and out, in and out he went, again and again.

"Yes, daddy… Like this" She moaned, when she started to feel him withdrawing more and pressing harder, at the same time he reduced the time between his thrusts. "More, daddy, more…" She pleaded, pushing her hips up to meet his, to increase the pace between them. He was going slowly because of her, she knew, afraid that she could get hurt again, like the first time. He wanted their second to be sweet, perfect, but the idea of bleeding for him wasn't scary for her. He was big, he was thick, and she was very tiny and tight in contrast, so it was just natural that she would bleed sometimes when he fucked her, not just the first time.

And, most important, she didn't care.

She didn't care, just like the first time. She just wanted to be fucked good and hard by him. She wanted to feel sore, to ache, to feel abused, in a way that she would be sure with every movement that he had indeed fucked her, that he had claimed her as his woman, his whore.

"Harder, dad… Please…" She moaned, circling his waist to pull him into her, to force him to go deeper and harder. "Fuck me, daddy, harder… Don't wanna walk… For a week…"

He was trying to be gentle, to control himself, but her pleas were making him wild. He wanted her, and she was feeling do good, all soft and receptive, willing to be taken and worn out by his cock. That morning, when he had said that he would fuck her until she wouldn't be able to walk straight for a week, she seemed pleased with the idea, but he hadn't even for a minute believed that it was really what she wanted to happen. But apparently it was, since she was asking, so he started to be a little rough. The more she asked, the more he increased his pace, working hard to pleasure her, to fulfil her pleas. But his little, sweet minx always asked for more.

Harder, faster, deeper.

Soon, he could no longer kiss her mouth while he pounded into her, since he was working all his muscles to drive his long cock almost out of her before sinking back again.

"So good, dad, so good…" Under him, Hermione was moaning like a lunatic, a complete whore, bucking her hips up and down, greedy for his cock, for his wide shaft that split her open every time he drove inside of her, every time he fucked her. Her little body, so tiny against his broad one, went up and down on the mattress every time his body sank onto hers, their lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, moan, groans and screams filling the bedroom together with the smell of sex.

"So tight, princess…" He hissed, his balls smacking against her ass frenetically, uncountable times within a minute, as Hermione rotated her hips and twerked up to meet him. Her dad grunted, jaw locked and eyes shut in the curve of her neck, completely focused on the sensation of his daughter's cunt swallowing his massive cock in a perfect way, sometimes squeezing him purposefully with her already tight walls like she had done in their first sexual encounter.

"Give it to me dad…" She moaned loudly, throwing her head back and gripping her hands tight on the sheet, as he pumped animalistic inside of her, faster and faster. "Your cock... Fuck me, daddy… More…"

Suddenly, he left her and she almost cried when she felt empty again. She couldn't believe it! They were doing it so good and so hard, that she was in her particular nirvana, why in the fucking hell he had pulled away from her? She was ready to complain, when his calloused hand grabbed her by the hips, and roughly flipped her over, belly down on the bed.

"I want you on all four, girl…" He commanded, grabbing her hips again to pull her up. Her legs were a little unstable, after being fucked for at least fifteen minutes in that same position, so her body didn't hold her pose. His hands, then, forcefully arranged her again, and smoothed her back to straighten her up for him. After she was positioned in the posture he wanted, he slapped her butt, hard, and the smacked sound resounded all over the room. Instead of complaining, she moaned wantonly, and he slapped her again, even harder. "You're such a slut, fucking your father and asking for more, being slapped and moaning like a street whore."

"Yes, I am, daddy…" She answered, lifting her buttocks to receive another slap. "Your street whore…"

"Good Lord, girl…" He murmured, watching how her pretty rear got red while he slapped her. "How could I survive without you?" He asked, slapping her hard, watching as her butt wiggled with the force of his spanking. "You have the sweetest cunt, the filthiest mouth, the dirtiest mind…"

"All for you, daddy…" She moaned, feeling his hands grabbing both of her arse cheeks and squeezing them roughly.

"You have a delicious arse, little hussy…" He murmured, bending down to bite each of her buttcheeks hard, enough to leave at least a purple mark afterwards. "Spread your legs for daddy, kitten…" He commanded, and Hermione immediately obeyed, revealing once more her glistening pussy, all red and swollen, her juices even running down her thighs, so needy she was for him, eager to resume their fucking. With this on mind, she raised her arse into the air, to present her cunt to his eyes.

He drank her in hungrily, the picture of her abused body a sight for his sore eyes. His daughter was so beautiful, his little slut, his mistress, offering herself to do whatever he wanted…

Her dad lifted the hem of her negligee and bunched it around her waist as he took his cock in hand again. Diligently, he rubbed his head along his daughter's slit up and down once more, making sure not just to brush on her clit, but also slap her nub a few times with his hardness and, when he noticed she was moaning louder again, he lined himself up with her entrance. With a single thrust, he slammed his cock into her sweet, tantalizing pussy with brutal force.

Hermione screamed, feeling him fill her at once, and instantly, she thrusted back on him, to impale herself more on his shaft, but her dad pulled out of her before she could do anything more and pushed in forcefully again, mercilessly ramming his sizable dick in and out of her as a madman.

"You're the tightest, princess…" He hissed. Grabbing her hips, he continued to assault his daughter's cunt, pounding his massive cock into her wet pussy from behind, and she let him, loving the way he was manhandling her. Sure, by that point, she was definitely bleeding, but she couldn't care less about it as her father drove his big cock all the way inside of her, to the hilt, before retreating to just drive it back once more. "The tightest I've ever had…"

"Oh yes, daddy… Fuck your daughter's tight pussy…" She was in ecstasy, completely taken by the overwhelming sensation of being fucked silly, panting desperately in search of air. Never in her life she had felt so complete, so perfect, so satisfied… He was perfect, her dad. And the way he was filling her was even more perfect. "More, daddy, more…"

While her father pounded inside of her, Hermione was feeling the inside of her vagina burn, with so much friction and so much need, but even though she continued to pump her hips back against her daddy's, meeting his thrusts halfway, speeding the process of entering and leaving her cunt. In that particular moment, the only thing she could cognize was the reunion of their bodies and the way he was stirring delicious sensations inside of her. The pleasure she was feeling, incomparable with anything she had even felt before, was making her whole being quiver as the pressure over her centre grew up more and more, and she knew she was close to burst.

And by the way his cock was twitching inside of her, wildly, he was close, too.

"Yes, daddy…" She threw her head back, tossing her wild hair to the side, and kept on going back to bang their bodies together, but when the tip of his cock brushed against her cervix, she finally exploded. "I'm cumming, Daddy! I am… Ah!" She screamed, warning him just a few seconds before her pussy started to convulse around his hard cock. The sensation of finally having an orgasm with her father's cock inside of her made her growl loud and unashamedly, announcing in shouts from the top of lungs that she was indeed fucking her father and that his cock, and his cock alone, had made her have a full body orgasm, the first of her life.

The sight of her little teenage body convulsing in his hands and the delicious sensation of her vaginal walls compressing his cock made her daddy continued to pound like crazy into her, and before she had finished her climax, after a "fuck", he was coming inside of her too.

With a loud groan, he started to ejaculate deep inside of her, and as promised, he kept his cock in the whole time, riding their almost conjoined orgasm just by retreating a little before burying himself again, to guarantee that every single drop of his seed would be deposited deep inside his daughter's cunt.

Hermione felt wonderful at that moment, still being fucked, with her walls milking her father's cock, claiming all of his hot, sticky sperm that was spewing spurt after spurt deep inside her inner walls, coating her wet sex with that same semen from where she had originated from.

When they finally fell from their high, Hermione's body collapsed on the bed and his father threw himself forward on her back, his dick not yet ready to leave the warm cocoon of his daughter's tight pussy.

That tight pussy that seemed to be made for him to fuck.

Both of them stayed there, ravishing themselves on their post-coitus sensation for a good amount of time, surrounded by unused condoms.

Hermione, finally feeling completed, was adoring the feeling of her father's cum filling her pussy, mixing with her own cum that was coating their joined sex, while her pussy still pulsed around him in the aftermath, not even caring that the weight of his body was crushing down her considerable smaller one.

"I think the sensation of you cumming inside of me is the best sensation in the world, daddy… Nothing can be compared." she murmured, when her breathing started to regulate itself.

"Not even the feeling of your pussy cumming on my dick?" He asked, chuckling, and she chuckled back.

"That's pretty good, too, but your seeds… God. It's just so dirty, to have you spend inside of me, knowing that if I wasn't in a contraceptive potion you would probably be putting a baby, our baby, inside my belly…"

"I know, sweetie…" He said, nuzzling his face in a lovely way against her back, covered in that negligee yet. "You're so wonderful, darling. In so many ways…" He sighed, circling her body with his. "I love you so much…"

"I love you too, daddy…" She murmured, feeling a good warmth grow inside her chest, all kind and good for her daddy. "I wish I could be your woman…"

"You're my woman, princess. Never doubt it."

"No, daddy… Your woman like your real woman."

"And you are, darling…" He assured her, caressing her sides with so much tender, that it touched her heart. "It doesn't matter that I'm married to your mother. I love her, of course, since she gave me you, but you… You, darling, aren't my mistress just in the 'having sex with a married man' way, but in the 'woman who has control over someone or something', too. You have control over my existence, darling, and over my heart too. Both of them are dedicated to you, and they will always be. I love you, princess, you're the most important person in my whole life. So, don't tell me you're not my woman, because if someone is really my woman, the person I claim to own my body, mind and heart, that person is you. I'm yours, darling. All yours."

"Oh, daddy…" She sobbed, and he stretched himself, taking care not to take his cock out of her, to kiss her lips tenderly, in a tentative of showing her how much he loved her. "You're the only one for me. You're my man, my owner. My everything. And I'm all yours."

"Our relationship, darling… It's the only one that matters. Fuck everything else, but I'm yours. I'm faithful to you, and you only. To show you how much I love you, darling, if you say now that you want me to ask your mother for a divorce, I would do it for you. You could choose to live with me after we part ways and we would live the rest of our lives as man and woman, completely committed to one another. Just say a word, and I'll make myself only yours."

"But you said-"

"Forget what I said." He interrupted her, leaving kisses all over her back. "One word, darling, and I'll be only yours..."

"I would like it very much, daddy, but I can't…" She murmured, after a few seconds pondering her father's proposal. "My mother loves you, she will get very upset. And if we live like this, like man and woman, and someone finds out, it could get pretty bad. Incest is a crime, you know? And furthermore, I'll go at least three more years to Hogwarts and spend most of the year there, so you would be alone without me. No… You stay with mom, and after Hogwarts, we see what we will do… But in the meantime, I want you to lessen the times you have sex with her. I want to be your main woman."

"You already are, darling… Do you think I can even think about fucking your mother after what we did today?" He asked, kissing her shoulders and the back of neck, affectionately. "If I was hesitant before, after our first time, now it's almost impossible. Of course, I'll have to engage with her once or twice, so she wouldn't get suspicious, but you will be the one in my mind when I have to do her."

"Alright, daddy…" She sighed, contentedly. "You already make me happy, knowing that I'm your main woman. It's enough, for now."

"Good, princess... Anything to make you happy, always."

They stayed there, exchanging caresses for a little while, until the sound of her mother's car approaching made both of them panic. They weren't expecting their two hours to be ending so soon, so, extremely unhappy, he took his cock out of the warmth of her cunt and, quickly, he put on his clothes to intercept his wife before she could catch them in bed.

Hermione, as expected, was having difficulties to walk, after their wild fuck, so she would take a while to walk back alone to her own bedroom. Her father could have carried her to her own room in his arms, of course, but they still needed to collect one hundred condoms that were spread all over the room, so it was completely inviable.

They, then, decided that Hermione would stay back to clean the bedroom while he would intercept her mother on her way to the crime scene, and he would sweet talk her into taking a bath, offering himself to pick some clothes for her and bring to her in the bathroom. Before she finished her shower, the traces of their indiscretion would be cleaned and Hermione would be back in her own bedroom, together with their one hundred unneeded condoms.

With a passionate kiss and a promise to meet again in the middle of the night, after her mother went to bed, her father went out of the bedroom and did exactly what they had agreed.

Luckily, her mother fell for their story hook, line and sinker, and soon everything was right.

About their arranged meeting in the middle of the night… Well… This is a story for another time…