“Such a wicked slattern,” he growled as his balls smacked into me. They were heavy with his seed. His cum.
“I am, Daddy. A wicked, sinful preacher’s daughter.”
He groaned and slammed in me even harder. The table’s edge banged into the wall as it rocked beneath me. I shuddered again and humped against him. My large breasts jiggled and smacked together as Daddy pounded my cunt.
The wet sound of his dick mixed with the slap of our flesh. We grunted and groaned. We made the most obscene noises. I loved it. I reveled in how thick he was. How much he stretched my pussy. How he made me gasp and shudder. My eyes fluttered.
“Pound me, Daddy. I need to cum again. On your huge cock. Oh, yes, Daddy. Please, please, make me cum. I need it. I want to spasm on your shaft.”
“Because you’re a whore?”
“A wicked, wanton slattern.”
His groin crushed my clit every time he buried into me, sending wonderful pleasure sparking to my depths. My pussy clenched on his huge dick. The sore ache from my cherry popping was quickly replaced but the absolute delight of his cock reaming through me. My eyes rolled back in my head. I bucked hard against him, grinding my clit into him.
Gasping, moaning, shuddering. His dick was amazing. My daddy’s cock churned my naughty pussy. Pleasure rippled out of it as my body tensed. Another orgasm built inside of me, ready to explode out of my cunt and flood my body with rapture.
I humped so hard. I was ready for it. His every stroke brought me closer and closer. I savored how deep he thrust into me. How he filled me. Oh, my daddy’s cock was amazing. I squeezed my eyes shut as I pinched my nipples.
“Daddy,” I gasped.
Then I came on the preacher’s cock.
It was powerful, wild explosion of rapture. I thrashed on the table. I gasped and moaned words. I didn’t know what I said. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was the hot waves or bliss crashing into my mind. I trembled, stars bursting across my vision as my pussy convulsed on his thick, thrusting dick.
He growled, fucking me harder. My daddy slammed his dick so deep into my spasming pussy. His balls thwacked over and over into me as the rapture kept flooding out of my pussy. I trembled and spasmed, juices squirting out, drenching us, puddling under my ass.
The tart scent of my hot cunt filled my nose.
“What a slattern,” Daddy growled. “What a whore.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
And then he buried his dick into me. My eyes widened as his cum spurted. Hot, taboo seed. The very cum which fertilized my mother and birthed me. I gasped, my toes curling hard as I savored this sinful moment.
“You’re cumming in your daughter, Daddy.”
“I am,” he groaned. His dick thrust a final time into me and then he relaxed. He panted, satiated, and pulled his cock out of me.
“Oh, Daddy, that was amazing,” I panted. “Ooh, it was better than I could hope.”
“What a whore I raised,” he growled. He seized my hair. I squeaked in shock as he yanked me off the table. My knees hurt as they slammed into the floor.
“Daddy,” I squeaked before he shoved his softening cock into my mouth.
“Clean it up, slut. You dirtied it.”
The words were so degrading. My daddy looked down on me with contempt. It made me suck so hard, cleaning my sinful juices from his cock. I loved the tart flavor. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering as he groaned.
“That’s how a whore acts,” he groaned. “If you want to be one, then I’ll treat you like one.”
His dick popped out of my mouth. “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, licking my lips. “I am a whore. You better treat me as one.”
As Daddy and I dressed, a question popped into my head: Was there a preacher’s daughter as slutty as me?
I doubt it.
XXXX
“That’s it, whore,” Daddy grunted as he rammed his cock into me from behind after bending me over the dining room table. Through the swinging door that connected this room to the kitchen, I could hear my mom humming as she worked on breakfast, oblivious to the naughty acts her husband, my preacher father, performed on my eighteen-year-old body.
“Daddy,” I squealed, bucking back into his thrusts. “What are you doing?”