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I did not expect him to keep going after that, he made me get to my feet, turned me on my heel and slid in me from the back. How he was still hard after coming for the second time was still a mystery but I highly appreciated it. He spanked me across my ass before holding onto my waist and fucking me harder and faster.

“Don’t stop,” I let out at the top of my lungs as he went on to overwhelm me and fuck me without mercy. I loved every minute of it and my body succumbed to a second orgasm.

“Hold it,” he instructed me.

I tried to with all I could, but the feeling was just too good.

“Hold it,” he instructed yet again “Don’t cum yet.”

I bit my tongue and tried to do as he asked me, he played with my clit as I did and this only increased the torment.

“Do you like it Stacy?” he whispered in my ear seductively “Do you like how my dick is giving you the ride of your life?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I answered.

“Hold it love, don’t cum,” he said and held back my hair.

He played with my clit some more as I did as instructed, the pleasure was amazing but I heeded his words.

“Cum for me,” he instructed after a few more seconds of torture “Come for me baby.”

I let it all rip, the tingly sensation started from my waist, travelled to the back of my spine and settled on my clit. My body broke out into spasms of pleasure and for the first time since I had started having sex, I squirted. A gush of fluid exploded from my vagina and with it the best feeling in the world.

“That’s my girl,” he said after seeing what I had just done and smiling at me encouragingly “There you go sweetie, cum for Daddy.”

He let out a smile after this and went on to pump in me. Harder, faster as he held on to my hair and before I knew it, he came for the third time that day. The look on our faces after that was a blend of shame and satiety. He pulled on his pants, walked out of the door and left me alone to my thoughts and a very appreciative pussy.

The End

Hot Loving Dad

The knock on her door was persistent and she only stirred in her bed when it was accompanied by her mother’s voice. She threw back the covers and threw a quick glance at her wall clock; it was only 6:00 a.m. Tracy got to her feet when she heard her mother knock again and had no choice but to open the door.

“Good morning, my favorite daughter,” she said with a bright smile once she swung open the door.

“I am your only daughter,” she replied disgustedly and started making her way back to bed. Her mother’s words, however stopped her dead in her tracks and she had to look back at her.

“I need you to comb my hair please,” she answered. “I need you to style it, I have a charity to get to and I have to outdo the other moms.”

“You clearly do not know the meaning of charity. Did you honestly wake me up to style your hair?”

“You do not have class today,” her mother answered. “And you hadn’t mentioned anything about going out last night.”

“I will get my own place very soon.”

“I will be happy when you do that,” her mother answered before taking a seat on her dressing mirror and looking at her flawless skin through the reflection in the mirror. “Until then you will have to style my hair.”

She took a comb from her and went on to run it through her mother’s tangled hair. Doing a shady job would make her mother linger in her room longer making her miss out on her morning masturbation session. She trimmed her split ends and styled it in accordance to her outfit and accessories before smiling at the job well done.

“Thank you, dear,” her mother said and looked at her reflection in the mirror one more time. “The other women will have nothing on me.”

She got to her feet and straightened the creases on her skirt, but Tracy cleared her throat loud enough to get her attention.

“What is it? Do I have panty lines?” she asked Tracy.

“Payment?”

“For what?”

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