My fingers crept a little lower, nearing my pussy. My clit was so hard to resist. She begged to be touched and stroked and rubbed. I bit my lip and pinched my nipple hard. I leaned back, my head brushing the wall.
“Come on, Father,” I moaned. “I need…”
A door opened and closed.
I tensed. Footsteps walked down the hallway. The carpet was thin, laid directly on the concrete floor. The steps echoed, growing closer and closer. My heart burst into frenetic activity, drumming like the sinful beat of rock and roll. A shadow darkened the door. The knob twisted.
This was it.
The door opened. A beam of light slashed diagonally across the room, spilling into the opposite corner from me, keeping me in shadows just like I planned. I saw the silhouette of my father, still in his black shirt and slacks, the light haloing about his dark hair.
“Don’t turn on the lights,” I purred in a deep, sultry tone I hoped would disguise my voice. “And close the door behind you.”
“Who is it?” he asked as he stepped into the room, his voice so deep and strong. He closed the door behind him.
“Your admirer,” I purred. “I enjoyed the show you and Donna put on. She had quite the orgasm. You’re just the man I’ve been looking for.”
“Another sinful harlot,” he said, moving forward in the darkness. I could only see his spit-polished, black shoes in the light flooding beneath the doors. “You didn’t listen to a word of my sermon.”
“Oh, I listened,” I moaned, my legs spread wide. My eyes adjusted, his form resolving out of the darkness, a shape. His hands moved. Cloth rustled. “I’m just not that good at obeying.”
“Your sinful hole controls you,” he growled as he unbuttoned his shirt.
“Oh, yes,” I moaned, resisting the urge to say father. “Preacher. I’m just a slut. I want to feed my naughty hole.”
“All through my sermon, you watched me, fantasizing about the sin you wanted to commit, that hole growing hotter and wetter as you squirmed. Did you soak your panties?” His shirt slid off and then his belt rustled.
“Like they were a sponge dropped into a water,” I moaned. “I’m sitting in a pool of my juices.”
“I can smell your whorish scent.”
The way his voice rumbled out of the darkness sent a shudder through me. His voice was so deep, so powerful. I could hear the contempt in his voice. He thought I was a whore, a tramp, something to look down on. Something filthy.
And I was. It made me so hot. I didn’t understand why, but my pussy responded to it. I pinched my nipple again and purred, “Yes, yes, strip. I am so ready to be fucked. To lose my virginity.”
He paused. “Your virginity… ? So you’re one of the teenyboppers? Tired of those heartthrobs getting you wet, staring at their posters on your wall, wishing they were in your bed and fucking you. You’re finally ready for a real man to claim you.”
“So ready.”
“Which of my daughter’s friends are you?”
I let out a wicked giggle. “That’s my secret.”
“You’re all whores,” he growled, stepping out of his slacks, his shoes discarded with them. He was naked. I could just make out his cock thrusting before him, a thick shaft.
“Even Alexandra?” I asked, saying my name, wondering what his answer would be.
“Even her.” His hands seized my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the table. I gasped. “I’ve seen her hot eyes. Her mother has talked to her, but she won’t last. She’s eager to give up her cunt to the first boy that makes her wet.”
Or man, Father.
I was so ready. His cock was hard. I was wet. All he had to do was thrust and my maidenhead would be gone. I would feel my first dick fucking me. My father’s cock. I burned for the incestuous delight. It would be the most sinful act, the height of hypocrisy for my father to fuck me in the church.
A preacher fucking his daughter.
But he didn’t ram his dick into me. He fell to his knees before me. I was confused as his head leaned forward between my thighs. What was he doing? He was moving his face towards my pussy. Why would he do that? What is-
“Lord have mercy,” I groaned as Father licked up my pussy. “Oh, yes, Oh, wow-” I clamped my mouth shut to stop myself from screaming Daddy. Not Father, but Daddy. It sounded even more wicked. But I couldn’t let him know it was me as the pleasure flooded out of my pussy.
His tongue licked up my folds. He groaned, savoring the flavor of my cunt. He loved it. In all my whispered conversations with the looser girls at school, I had never heard of this. Of a boy, or man, licking a girl’s pussy. Going down on her.
It was wonderful.
His strong hands stroked my naked thigh as his tongue danced through the folds of my pussy. He pressed on my hymen and flicked up to my clit. My eyes widened at the bliss he churned. It was far better than my fingers touching myself. His tongue swirled around it. Pleasure shot into the depths of my pussy. I gasped shuddering, clamping my thighs tight about his head.
“Oh, yes, Preacher,” I moaned. “Oh, my Lord, that’s amazing. Oh, yes. Lick my pussy.”