It was a warm summer evening when I received a call from my father, asking if I could come over to his house for dinner. I hadn’t seen him in a while, so I eagerly agreed and made my way over to his place.
As I walked into the house, I was greeted by the delicious smell of my father’s cooking. He was a fantastic chef, and I always looked forward to his meals. I found him in the kitchen, wearing a crisp white shirt and jeans that hugged his muscular frame perfectly. His salt and pepper hair was tousled, and his warm brown eyes sparkled as he smiled at me.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, giving me a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’m so glad you could make it.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Dad,” I replied, feeling a rush of affection for him. My father was my rock, my confidant, and my best friend all rolled into one.
We sat down to dinner at the small table in the cozy dining room, the candles casting a soft, romantic glow over us. The food was as delicious as I had expected, and we chatted and laughed as we ate. My father regaled me with stories of his latest adventures, and I found myself hanging on his every word.
After dinner, we moved to the living room, where my father poured us each a glass of wine. We settled onto the plush sofa, and he put on some soft music, the sultry notes filling the room. I leaned back against the cushions, feeling a wave of relaxation wash over me.
My father sat close to me, his arm brushing against mine. I could feel the heat of his body, and a shiver ran down my spine. I turned to look at him, and our eyes met. There was a spark of something in his gaze, a hunger that made my heart race.
“Dad,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the music.
He leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from mine. “Yes, sweetheart?” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin.
I closed my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest. “I…” I began, but the words caught in my throat.
Without another word, my father closed the distance between us, his lips pressing against mine in a soft, sweet kiss. My whole body tingled with desire, and I melted into his embrace, losing myself in the sensation of his touch.
His hands roamed over my body, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I moaned softly, my hands tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth.
I could feel the heat building between us, the tension thick in the air. I wanted him, needed him, more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. My father was like a drug, intoxicating me with his touch, his scent, his very presence.
He pulled away slightly, his eyes dark with desire. “Do you want this, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice husky with need.
I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. “Yes, Dad,” I whispered, my voice trembling with desire.
With a low growl, my father lifted me into his arms, carrying me to his bedroom. He laid me gently on the bed, his gaze never leaving mine. Slowly, he began to undress me, his hands reverent as they traced every curve of my body.
I arched into his touch, my skin on fire with need. I reached for him, pulling him down to me, our bodies pressing together in a fevered embrace. I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh, and I moaned in anticipation.
My father’s hands roamed over my body, igniting every nerve ending with pleasure. He kissed me hungrily, his lips trailing down my neck, my chest, my stomach. I writhed beneath him, my body aching with desire.
And then, finally, he entered me, his cock sliding into my wet, eager pussy with a sigh of pleasure. I gasped at the sensation, my whole body clenching around him as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deep.
I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as he drove into me again and again. Pleasure washed over me in waves, each one more intense than the last. I cried out his name, my voice hoarse with need.
My father’s movements grew faster, more urgent, his grunts of pleasure filling the room. I could feel the tension building in my body, the edge of release tantalizingly close. And then, with a final, desperate cry, I came, my whole body shaking with ecstasy.
My father followed me over the edge, his body tense and trembling as he spilled his seed inside me. We clung to each other, our hearts pounding in unison as we rode out the waves of pleasure together.
As we lay tangled together on the bed, our bodies still humming with the afterglow of our lovemaking, I knew that this was just the beginning of our forbidden romance. And I couldn’t wait to explore every inch of it with my Erotic Story Dad by my side.
Erotic Story Dad
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