nkeddoorsredux:“That’s okay, sweetheart, It’s perfectly normal to touch yourself that way when you r
nkeddoorsredux:“That’s okay, sweetheart, It’s perfectly normal to touch yourself that way when you read these stories. Please don’t be shy about it on my account.”She didn’t know he’d left that book out for her to find.He spoke again as her skin flushed, “Good erotica can be both eloquent literature and absolutely orgasmic filth, all in one breath. It’s a sow burn, but if you’re willing to participate in the nuances of every touch and sin on the journey, the rewards can be surprisingly intense.His voice lowered to a closer whisper, “Please, don’t stop, darling.”Her hesitation unlocked and her finger moved slowly again. He watched as he moved his whisper in closer still, “When you are too stirred and wet to focus, close your eyes and I’ll read the rest to you from here. Let me watch you take yourself there. Perhaps right now, just a gentleman’s touch where you need it could help.”She exhaled as his warm hand cupped her breast - the one she had no idea was already fully bared, “Oh god…”His breath kissed her ear, “I can hear the sound of you very wet arousal.”Her eyes fluttered.“Shall I read to you now?”She couldn’t answer. She didn’t have to. The book vanished from her hand, and before his disappeared from her breast, her free hand caught his to keep him there.She felt a soft kiss on her neck and the words, “Good girl.” Then a soft reminder from the deep vibrating voice behind her, “Open yourself up and dig in deep. Get lost in the story, while you lose yourself in your body’s bliss. Know that I am watching everything move. And helping with barely a touch.” He first punctuated that sentence with a soft squeeze to her rigid nipple. Then he tested her resolve with a tug of his hand away from her, and smiled to himself when she gripped him intently to keep him there.“Go ahead. Let yourself explode. I know it will be the most beautiful thing in the world for me to see and hear.”“But Daddy… isn’t this.. wrong?”“Honey, I’m just reading my little girl a story… and helping her feel good.”“Ohhhhgooooddd…”He kept his focus on the words on the page as best he could, and took pauses to watch her dipping knuckles-deep into her raw sopping sex. He took his time revving her up to make it last - for them both. And every now and then, when she got close, he would whisper “not yet, baby, not yet”, like it was part of the story.When she did finally erupt, it was the hardest she had ever cum in her young sexual life. So far anyway. She knew she would need this to happen again, as wrong as it seemed in the moment.In the aftermath, the only other thing he did was to elegantly kiss his daughter’s glistening fingers. Then he licked his lips and hummed the word, “heaven”. It made her knees wobble.Now she had this instant new trigger - anytime he emailed or texted her the word “storytime” her panties would soak in seconds.Even when he was far away, he would call and read erotica to her and she would cum loudly moaning with his name on her lips.The more they shared, the more she longed for ever more of his touch as they “read” together.She told herself it was safe this way, and wouldn’t go too far. But part of her was highly aware of her own feverish forbidden desires. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she begged him to feast between her thighs while she tried to read to him. Or turn tables and watch him play. Or…. or….ride him while they…”No, No” she admonished herself. Then she’d calm herself with “It’s just storytime. With Daddy. That’s all”She knew she had become addicted the day she was talking about family with a co-worker, and she blurted out to a friend how her father still likes to read to her after all these years. It wasn’t the admission in public. It was the sudden gush of cunt juices into her silks that startled her, and the flush of heat in her flesh.She excused herself to make a call.“Daddy? Storytime? Tonight? Pleeeease.”“Anything for my little girl. Tonight it is.”She could breathe again. But she knew they’d go further tonight too. On her insistence. -- source link