Mafia Desire (Erotica)

Once it became too much, I pulled the showerhead away and let it dangle, spraying around. I was too exhausted to deal with it right now. I looked down. My pussy had turned red, both from arousal and from the warm water. But I wasn’t done.

I grabbed the showerhead and placed it between my legs, again flinching slightly at the sensitive touch. I was so sensitive, but I wanted more. I aimed it slightly off of my clit to give myself a break, but let myself get aroused again. Once the slight trickle left me aching for more, I finally let the stream back onto my clit. I moaned in pleasure again, it felt just like it did at the beginning. I could do this all day if Daddy didn’t use the bathroom as well.

Daddy pulled me up to my feet and kissed me deeply again. I pressed my naked body up against him and could feel his hard cock against me. I leaned up and whispered in his ear that I wanted him in me and I couldn’t wait any longer. He didn’t say anything, he just lifted me up and carried me into the living room and laid me on the couch, and spread my legs apart..

I moved it around, writhing under the hot water pulsing against my clit. It was so intense, so much more intense than my vibrator, or my fingers. My mouth fell open, into wordless moans as I felt my second orgasm approaching. Fighting all instinct, knowing that the result would be sensational, I turned it up one setting higher. The stream was going stronger and harder now, as I placed it squarely back on my aching clit. I arched my back as soon as it hit me, moaned loudly, grinning hard against the powerful stream, and even though the pleasure is so intense, I couldn’t control myself, and I let another orgasm take me.

Daddy gripped his cock and rubbed the head over my pussy lips, wetting his dome.

“God, I’ve been dreaming of this cunt.” He said and pushed the large head of his cock inside.

“Ohhh, fuuuck, Daddyyy… geezus…”

The shaft of his cock was sinking into my sheath. Wet heat gripped at his driving stalk. He pulled back and drove again, deeper this time. And deeper again on the next plunge. He began stroking his shaft in and out of my core with a casual pace, but there was nothing casual about the hot, wet scrape of my body along the burning cells of his flesh. My legs encircled him as he drove harder.

I screamed into my hand, shaking and twisting, my other hand still firmly holding the showerhead between my legs. It was almost too much, but I kept holding onto it, letting wave after wave of almost painful pleasure crashed through my spasming body.

Daddy groaned and plunged his cock in harder. Deeper. He moved over me and soon I felt his tongue slide into my mouth, as his whole body lunged forward over and over again.

He drove into my spasming core with a voracious volley of desperate thrusts, until he was heaving for breath and his brain was spinning with the flood of wet heat flushing around his shank.

He arched his back, forcing his big cock deep inside my hole. My pussy clenched down on his shaft. With a low groan, I could feel his hot cum splash through my womb, filling me with his plentiful family seed. Suddenly a huge orgasm sent spasms throughout my body. I shook in ecstatic convulsions, on Daddy’s shooting cock.

After the earth-shattering orgasm, I yanked the showerhead away and I let go of it, sitting up and gasping. My wet hair fell in strands around me as I looked down at my very red, flushed chest. I shut the water off, stood up, and replaced the showerhead. With wobbling legs, I hopped out of the shower, my arousal still slick running down my leg. I wrapped my hair and body in a towel and splashed cold water on my flushed face in an attempt to calm myself down.

Then I did something I’d never done before, I unlocked the door and walked out, wearing only a towel wrapped around my head. Daddy was still downstairs so it was to no avail, but it changed things, in my head. Daddy fuck me… I wonder if Eric would like to watch that incest video clip….

For the next couple of days, all I thought about was catching Daddy again. All I could think about was what it would feel like to sit on Daddy’s cock.

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It was one of those days that are so humid your clothes stick to you. It was mid-July, thundery and school was out. I was showering for the second time that day, and oh God, did the water feel good on my tan skin. I stood under the spray in the upstairs bathroom. The door was wide open, letting the breeze from my room fan into the room. No one was home, and I was enjoying the freedom that an empty house gave me. I knew I had to hurry though, Daddy would be home soon, and he’d be desperate for the shower.

Thinking of my Dad gave me naughty thoughts, though. He was graying around the edges, with deep brown eyes. I felt my pussy moisten. Daddy always got me wet. How long had this been happening? I thought back. I remember being a teenager and seeing him naked in the shower, masturbating. I was enthralled, his huge cock glistened, then long strings of cum poured forth, and sprayed the very walls of the shower I stood in. After that, I masturbated every night myself, fingers deep in my pussy dreaming of that sticky white cum coating my throat, my skin, my snatch. At first, I was ashamed, daughters should not think of their daddies like that, but God I could not stop them.

I shut off the spray and wrapped myself in a white towel. I made my way down the stairs, fresh and shaven, and let my hair drip over the carpets. I walked into the living room, where Daddy sat, a newspaper in hand, looking quite flustered. I bent to kiss himThis content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

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Over the next months, I grew bolder and bolder, and my attire around the house soon left little to the imagination. Tube tops, tank tops, extremely tight T-shirts, and half shirts, that pulled tight across my breasts, drawing extra attention to my pert nipples. I wore with either short shorts, very tight yoga pants (to show off my camel-toe), mini skirts, or just a skimpy pair of panties (camel-toe show again), All cut across my buttocks, leaving a large amount of flesh exposed,

Everybody, including Daddy, noted the bulge of my labia visible between my upper thighs.

And after Eric and I started to fuck, and everybody at our college knew about it, my position there had changed drastically as well, and the new, popular version of me had to dress accordingly. Sexy, but never slutty.

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One day, Mom called, and I answered, after a long conversation, she asked if Daddy had paid the electricity bill since she’d gotten a reminder.

“I don’t know, I’ll ask him,” I said, as I swung his bedroom door open.

There was Daddy, mid-way across the room, naked except for a towel around his shoulders, like a scarf. Daddy’s eyes met mine as I stood in the doorway. The cordless phone pressed to my ear, and my face reflected the shock, embarrassment, and even amusement of the moment.

“Jesus Helen,” Daddy gasped as he struggled to wrench the towel from around his neck. His effort was nowhere near as quick as my eyes as they lowered to ‘feast,’ it seemed to him, on his exposed manhood.

“What the hell?” He managed amid his blushing as he finally held the towel over his semi-erect cock.

Trying to conceal the smirk, my own face a red hue, I did my best to apologize without saying sorry.

“I thought you were dressed,” I declared, barely holding on to the laugh that clearly wanted to escape my lips.

“You couldn’t knock?” Daddy questioned, attempting to wrap the towel around his waist, his fingers not playing along, however, deciding it safest to remain as he was.

“What is it anyway?”

My eyes remained on his body, I was a bit shocked, but I felt a need for his cock now and I knew I hid my desires badly. I am sure Daddy noted my reaction and my stare.

“Oh, yeah, sorry… Mom…” I said. “Mom wants to know if you’ve paid the… what was it again, Mom?”

“What’s going on there, is everything ok?”

“Better than ok, Mom,” I said and watched Daddy’s towel starting to grow right where his cock was.

“Ok, good, it was the Electricity bill.”

“Dad, Mom wants to know if you’ve paid the Electricity bill.”

“Yes,” he responded.

“Ok, Dad says yes,'” I replied to Mom, my eyes fixed on the white towel.

“Is that it?” Daddy shook his head.

“Oh, yeah,” I finally managed and almost, it probably seemed to Daddy, reluctantly turned and left the room, the door swinging closed behind me.

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At times it was really bad. Don’t get me wrong, fucking with Eric was amazing, but sometimes, I felt an unexplained urge for Daddy.

Daddy was in the kitchen making us dinner, and I happened to get a glance at his bulging pants and instantly I got horny.

“Can you take care of the laundry,” Daddy asked me, un-spelling my dirty mind.

I stood up, walked into the adjacent laundry room, and closed the door.

The clothes dryer rattling. On tip-toes, I pressed my pussy into the corner of the machine as it stimulated my clit. In my hand I held his underwear, pressing the crotch of his boxer shorts to my face. The smell was of his body wash, the scent of my Father. But it was the connotation of what had been pressed to the material only hours previous that filled my mind.

“Daddy’s cock,” I told myself and pulled down my jeans and panties to my knees, and once again pushed my now exposed clit towards the vibrating machine.

“My daddy’s cock, against my face!” The climax came as easily as the fantasy, my legs wobbled as the orgasm began in my head and vagina as one, and surged through the rest of my body.

I collapsed against the warm dryer, the underwear still against my face as reality wormed its way back into my world.

“It’ll never happen,” I spoke aloud as I extricated myself from my newly found sex appliance, a glistening wet spot left on the dryer just as a thought entered my mind.

“Or could it?”

“Honey, are you done, dinner is ready,” I heard Daddy scream on the other side of the wall.

I quickly pulled up my panties and jeans again.

“Yes, Daddy, I’m just sorting out my stuff, I’ll be a minute,” I managed to say in a fairly neutral voice, hurrying to actually fold the laundry that was the original task.