Emily needs daddy

A 12 year old girl sucks her dad’s cock while he’s sleeps.

Inside their cozy, suburban home, a twelve-year-old girl named Emily sat at her computer, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she furiously typed in search terms. Her heart raced with anticipation, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She was addicted to porn.

Emily had been exploring her sexuality for a while now, and like most preteens, she was curious about taboo topics. She had started with innocent searches for pictures of sexy women, but one day, she had stumbled upon a video of a girl sucking a man’s cock. She became obsessed with the idea of sucking cock. She fantasized about it day and night, and it had slowly started to consume her every thought.

As she furiously typed in more search terms, her heart raced, her breath quickened. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, but she couldn’t help herself. The images on the screen were mesmerizing, and they made her feel things she had never felt before. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, eager to find more, eager to satisfy her growing desire.

Her curiosity led her down a darker path, exploring videos of incest and taboo family roles. She found herself unable to resist the temptation to see her father in such a different light. The thought of him touching her in ways she had never imagined filled her with a mixture of fear and excitement. She continued to watch, feeling more and more connected to the images on the screen, as if they were a part of her own reality.

As she scrolled through the videos, she even looked at videos of girls her own age and younger sucking cock. It was both thrilling and unsettling, a strange combination of arousal and guilt. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be in their place, to have that kind of power over a man. She fantasized about doing those things to her father, about making him feel the way those men in the videos did.

Her fingers moved faster, clicking on a video that promised to show a ten year old girl pleasuring her older brother. The image of Emily’s father flashed through her mind, his face replaced with that of her brother. She shivered with excitement, feeling a wave of desire wash over her. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the screen, transfixed by the images before her.

In the video, the young girl, who looked a bit like Emily’s, was kneeling on the floor, her head buried between her brother’s legs. She took his big teenage cock into her mouth, expertly using her tongue to tease and arouse him. Emily felt a pang of jealousy mixed with desire as she watched the girl’s deft movements. She wanted to be able to do that for her father.

Her imagination ran wild as she envisioned herself in the girl’s place, feeling the weight of her father’s cock in her hand. She pictured him watching her, his face flushed with desire, as she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her heart raced, and she could feel the wetness between her legs growing.

As she continued to watch the video, Emily’s fantasies became more vivid, more real. She imagined herself sneaking into her father’s room while he was sleeping, slowly undressing, and climbing on top of him. She pictured the feel of his warm skin against her own, the taste of his cock.

Her heart raced as she thought about what she would do next. Would she take him into her mouth, just like the girl in the video? Would she touch him, explore him with her hands? The thought of being so close to her father, of being the one to make him feel that way, filled her with a mixture of fear and excitement. She made her decision.

That night Emily crept silently into her father’s room, careful not to make a sound. The darkness was thick, but she could see the outline of his body under the sheets. He was a very deep sleeper. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves.

Slowly, she slipped out of her pajamas, letting them pool at her feet. Naked, she climbed onto the bed, her heart racing with fear and anticipation. Her hand trembled as she reached out and touched his chest. He didn’t stir.

Emily leaned in closer, her breath hot against his neck. “Daddy?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. There was no response. She moved her hand lower, feeling the warmth of his skin, the hardness of his muscles. She hesitated for a moment, afraid of what she was doing, but the desire inside her was too strong to resist.

She reached into the front of his loose boxer shorts. Slowly, she wrapped her hand around him, feeling the weight of him in her hand. She gripped him tightly, marveling at the sensation. His cock twitched beneath her touch, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body. She moved her hand up and down, stroking him, her movements becoming more confident as she explored this newfound feeling.

Her father still didn’t stir. Emily leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. “Daddy?” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “Daddy, is this what you want?” She paused, waiting for a response. When he didn’t move or speak, she took that as a yes. She lowered her head, taking his cock into her preteen mouth.

It was bigger than she’d expected, filling her mouth almost completely. She gagged at first, but then remembered the girl in the video, how she’d moved her head up and down, using her hand to stroke him. Emily tried to imitate her, moving her head up and down, feeling the hot, salty taste of him on her tongue.

Her father’s breathing grew heavier, his hips bucking beneath her. Emily felt a thrill of power as she continued to stroke him with her hand, watching his reactions. She moved her head faster, taking more of him into her mouth, relishing the feel of him growing harder in her hand.

He moaned, his voice thick with desire. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his words slurred by sleep. “Oh, fuck…” Emily felt a rush of heat spread through her body as she realized that he was beginning to wake up but couldn’t stop herself.

She continued to stroke him with her hand, her other hand gripping his hip, holding him steady. She leaned forward, taking more of him into her mouth, savoring the taste of him on her tongue. Her father’s hips bucked wildly against her face, and she felt his climax approaching.

As he groaned and thrust his hips forward, spilling his seed down her throat, she felt a thrill of power and desire course through her. She swallowed every last drop, relishing the feeling of being so close to him, of giving him pleasure.

When he finally relaxed, she climbed off the bed, his spent cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop. She tucked his cock back inside his boxers shorts, and went back to her own bed, her heart racing and her body tingling with arousal. As she lay there in the darkness, she couldn’t help but wonder if he’d know what she’d done.

She reached down between her legs, feeling the wetness that had accumulated there, and began to slowly stroke herself.

Her heart raced as she imagined her father walking in on her, catching her in the act. She could feel the heat of shame and arousal coursing through her veins, making her movements more urgent, more desperate. She grabs her hairbrush from the side of the bed pushing the handle into her pussy.

With every stroke of the makeshift dildo, she imagined it was him, filling her up, claiming her. The sound of her own flesh slapping against the hairbrush handle filled the room, mingling with her gasps and moans. She arched her back, pushing herself deeper onto the object, feeling the familiar ache building inside her.

Her fingers moved faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she neared the brink. She could feel the juices pooling between her legs. Her heart raced, her body tingled with anticipation. She couldn’t wait to feel that release, that moment of pure ecstasy.

As she pushed the hairbrush deeper, she imagined it was her father’s cock, thrusting deep inside her. His hands gripped her hips, his lips pressed against her neck. She moaned his name “Daddy”, feeling the build-up of pleasure rise up inside her.

With a final, desperate thrust, she cried out “Daddy”, arching her back and feeling the wave of release wash over her. Her body trembled as the tension was finally released, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around the hairbrush. She collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to catch her breath.

Her mind was still consumed by the image of her father, his cock filling her up, claiming her. The taste of his cum on her tongue, the feel of his cock on her lips. It was intoxicating, and she couldn’t shake the desire that coursed through her veins.

Dad’s wakes up groggy, it’s still night but his middle aged bladder needs emptying. As he heads to the bathroom he passes Emily’s bedroom, and notices the door is a jar. In the dim light he can see his 12 year old daughter naked on her bed. Her hairbrush buried deep in her hairless little girl pussy.

He can’t believe his eyes. He stands there for a moment, feeling a mixture of emotions. Part of him is horrified, like he’s witnessing something taboo. Another part of him can’t help but feel aroused. He knows he should walk away, go to the bathroom, but he finds himself unable to tear his eyes away from the scene before him.

Emily doesn’t seem to notice that he’s there. Her body is wracked with pleasure, her face contorted in a mask of ecstasy. Her cries of “Daddy” echo through the room, making his heart race. He can see the wetness between her legs, the hairbrush buried deep inside.

Part of him wants to walk away, to leave her be. But another part of him is irresistibly drawn to her. He takes a step closer, his mind reeling with conflicting emotions. He can’t believe she’s doing this, can’t believe he’s witnessing this. But at the same time, he can’t deny the arousal that surges through his body.

Emily’s movements become more frantic, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She moans his name, “Daddy,” her body trembling with pleasure. He watches, transfixed, as her hips buck and grind against the hairbrush.

He can’t help but feel a surge of arousal course through his veins. His own cock is rock hard in his boxers, straining against the fabric. He takes another step closer, unable to resist the temptation to witness this intimate act any longer. Knowing that his 12 year ol daughter is coming thinking about him

Emily’s movements become more frenzied, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She’s so close now, so close to release. He watches in awe as her body trembles with the force of her pleasure, her nails digging into the sheets beneath her.

Her cries of “Daddy” echo through the room, and for a moment, he’s transfixed. His own cock throbs in his hand, leaking pre-cum onto the floor. He knows he should leave, should walk away from this incomprehensible scene. But something deep inside him won’t let him.

Emily’s body tenses, and she lets out a long, shuddering moan. Her hips buck violently against the mattress, her fingers digging into the sheets as if she’s trying to hold on. Her pussy clenches around the hairbrush, milking it for every drop of pleasure.

Her eyes open and meet her father’s, she feels a wave of panic wash over her. But it’s quickly replaced by a mixture of confusion and desire. His cock is rock hard in his hand, his expression a mixture of horror and arousal.

Emily’s heart races as she takes in the scene before her. Her father’s gaze locked on her, his body tense with need. She feels a strange sense of power and vulnerability all at once. She knows she should be afraid, but she can’t deny the desire that surges through her.

Her father takes a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. He’s still holding his cock, stroking it slowly as he watches her. “Are you done, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice rough with emotion.

Emily’s breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to process what’s happening. Her body still tingles from the release, her pussy still clenches around the memory of the hairbrush. She looks at her father, his hard cock in his hand, and feels a wave of desire wash over her. “I… I don’t know,” she manages to say.

Her father takes another step closer, his erection pointed directly at her. He strokes it slowly, watching her reactions. “Do you want me to finish it for you?” he asks, his voice low and husky. “Do you want me to make you feel good?”

Emily hesitates, her body still tingling from the pleasure she’s just experienced. She looks at her father, the man she’s loved and trusted her entire life. A surge of desire courses through her.

“Yes,” she whispers. “I want you to make me feel good.”

Her father steps closer still, positioning himself between her spread legs. He gazes down at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and tenderness. Slowly, he lowers his hips, guiding his hard cock toward her opening. Emily tenses, feeling the heat and size of him press against her. He’s a lot bigger than the hairbrush. Her father looks into her eyes, seeking permission, and she nods, biting her lip. He pushes forward, slowly entering her.

Emily’s breath catches in her throat as he fills her up. It’s so intense, so overwhelmingly good. Her father’s hands grip her hips, holding her steady as he begins to thrust slowly, deliberately. She arches her back, meeting his rhythm, her nails scraping down his back. The friction between them is almost unbearable, making her body ache for more.

Her father leans down, his lips finding hers in a desperate, hungry kiss.
She whimpers into his mouth, her body beginning to respond to his movements. Her hips rise to meet each thrust, her pussy clenching around him in time with his strokes. Her pretty pussy pulsating around her dad’s fat cock.

Her father’s hands move from her hips, gripping her shoulders as he holds her close. His thrusts become faster, deeper, and Emily feels herself on the brink of another orgasm. She arches her back, moaning into his neck as her body quakes with pleasure. Her father’s breath is hot and ragged against her ear, his words muffled as he whispers encouragement and lust-filled pleas.

The room spins as the sensations build inside her. She can feel the familiar tightening in her core, the telltale tingling in her fingertips. Her father’s thrusts become even more urgent, his hips slapping against hers in a rhythm that is both brutal and exquisite. He presses his lips to hers, his tongue darting in and out as he tries to taste her ecstasy. Emily clings to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure washes over her in a wave of heat and light.

Her father’s cock feels impossibly large inside her, stretching her in ways she never knew she could be stretched. With each thrust, he fills her up, claiming her as his own. Her body responds with a deep, primal need to be claimed in return. She arches her back, meeting his thrusts, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she nears the edge.

He releases one hand from her shoulder, reaching down between their bodies to stroke her clit with his fingers. The sensation is overwhelming, sending shards of pleasure through her. She cries out, her body tensing, her muscles clenching around him as she climaxes hard, her inner walls pulsing around his cock in rhythmic spasms.

Her father growls, his own release imminent as he feels her body tremble beneath him. He grips her hips tightly, slamming into her one final time as his seed spills deep inside her. He groans, collapsing on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat and pleasure.

Emily’s heart races, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. She can feel the weight of her father’s body atop hers, his warmth enveloping her. She reaches up, trailing her fingers through his hair, marveling at the strength and power he possesses. She wonders how long it will be before they can do this again, if they can keep this secret between them.

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