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Daddy's Little Girl


Breakfast went by in a blur. I was too tired to pay any attention to what was actually going on. Dad woke me up, and I climbed out of the truck, and dragged my feet all the way to the door, almost running straight into a car, and probably would have, had Jimmy not grabbed me and pulled me back. Dad ended up giving me a piggy back ride the rest of the way inside.

I had a sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit and a hashbrown. Same thing Dad had, except he had 3 of them. The meal ended with Jimmy and Johnny throwing eggs and ham at eachother, which in return got us banned from the place for life, just like a lot of other places were banned from. After breakfast, Dad wanted to stop for donuts, so we decided to just go through the drive-thru of "Dunkin' Donuts." We didn't go in because Dad was afraid of being banned from there too, and that was one of his favorite places to eat.

After that, we stopped at a gas station, and Jimmy and Braydyn decided they wanted to ride with Brian, Zack, Johnny, and Gavin, since Gena and Lacy were riding with Mckenna and Gianna. That left just me and Dad, (and the dogs), in the Tahoe. Alone. For the rest of the trip up to the cabin. Ohhh, the possibilities.

Dad was leading the way, for one, because it was his cabin, and two because he knew the way better than everyone else. I loved this because if we decided to screw around, they couldn't look in their rearview mirrors and see what we were doing. Dad loved this, not only because he could easily get a blow job, but because there was no risk of us hitting Zack's Hummer.

See about 30 minutes after getting donuts, Dad was in the middle of 'air drumming' to 'Paradise City' by Guns N' Roses, when he looks in the side view mirror, and sees Jimmy standing in the sun roof of Zack's Hummer, without a shirt. Apparently this was impairing Zack's driving because he was swerving all over the road. This happens every year on the trip up to 'Big Bear.' It's always the same routine. The guys are playing a 'game' called Freeze Out. To see who can stand the cold the longest. The worst part is Zack's turn. I rode with them one year, Bray and Gavin were babies, and of course Mom and Dad were still together. So instead of riding with 2 screaming kids, I decided to ride with 'Uncle Zacky.' I thought we were going to die when Zack put the car on cruise control, and had Brian steer from the passenger's seat. He then stood up, and the car was practically operating on it's own. I seriously thought we were going to die. I could literally smell death in the air, I know now, that that particular smell was actually alcohol.

Dad then did what he always does, calls Brian and tells him to tell Zack to be careful. Then he hangs up and contemplates getting Braydyn. He never does, though. Only because he knows Zack will be as careful as he possibly can, and also because Braydyn loves riding with them.

After a little while, the guys had stopped "playing" their little game, and Dad could now relax. 'Floods' by Pantera was blasting through the speakers, and Dad was tapping his fingers to the beat on the steering wheel, bobbing his head, and singing along with the song. Might I add, he was singing in his low, raspy voice, like he does in the song 'Betrayed.'

And of course, it turned me on, just like it always does, but I wasn't going to tell him that.

I reached up, and turned it down, which it return caused him to look at me in question. I opened my mouth to say something, but then closed it, unsure of how I wanted to start what I wanted to say. I tried again, but instead ended up bursting out in a fit of laughter. He raised his eyebrows at me, and smiled.

"What?" He asked. becoming even more amused.

When I didn't reply, he turned the music back up, in time to hear the solo. He started playing his invisible guitar, and driving with his knee. I decided instead of trying to explain to him, my idea, I would just go for it, and see if he stops me.

I unbuckled myself and leaned my upper body over the console, allowing him to figure out what I was doing by this point.

"Oh, okay, that's what you were trying to say!"

I just grinned and nodded.

He made no move to release his growing wood from the safety of his pants. So I decided I would tease him, I raised up a little bit, so that I was sitting on my knees, and leaning my head on his shoulder, my waist over the console. I reached down and started kneading his cock through his jeans. He let out an audible whine, and in return, I bit down on his bicep, and then licked it.

For some reason he still didn't undo his pants for me, so I leaned over the console more, leaning my head towards his crotch, seeing him glance in the rearview mirror, checking to make sure everyone was still behind us, i guess.

I started licking his crotch, and I could visibly see his bulge growing. I licked, and sucked him through his jeans for what seemed like forever. The music was still playing, rather loudly actually, and i could still hear him breathing over the music. My phone was playing, it was on shuffle, and the next song that began playing was "Mrs. Robinson," by Simon And Garfunkel. Dad hated this song, but wasn't about to tell me to quit, just to change the song. My phone was laying in the floor and it was impossible for either of us to reach it. Dad eventually released his dick from it's confinement, and I wasted no time taking his thick, swollen rod into my hot, wet mouth. I pumped him, and licked his head, before sucking one of his balls into my mouth and rolling it between my lips. While all this was going on, my phone decided to be an asshole, and play the longest string of bad songs that it possibly could. "Open Arm's," by Journey, "Dear God," by A7x of course, which was bad because he wrote that song for mom. Which only made things awkward. I didn't hate these songs, they were just timed terribly. "If I Was A Serial Killer," by ICP. That song was bad because Dad doesn't like for me to listen ICP. He said their a bad influence. So while I'm bobbing my head up and down on him, I feel him tense up when this song comes on. Yeah, nothing like a blowjob while listening to ICP. My 'wonderful' idea had quickly turned awkward. My phone obviously hates me.

I knew he was close because I felt his thigh's tense up, and his hand that was rubbing my ass clenched around my butt. Then all at once he released one of his biggest loads I've ever seen, along with a slew of curse words. I raised up, and shoved my tongue in his mouth while still stroking him as i felt his dick going soft. He kissed me back, and promised me he was going to eat me like there was no tomorrow when we got to the cabin, because he couldn't exactly do it right now.

I leaned back in my seat and grabbed my phone out of the floor putting it on "Master Of Puppets" by Metallica. I got buckled, that's when I noticed we were finally in the mountains, because of all the snow on the side of the road.

Dad reached his right arm over the console and grabbed my hand. I then laid my head down on his arm, and began tracing his tattoos. We stayed like that for a while, and I was about to climb in the back and stretch out across the seat to take a nap when he released my hand, and started rubbing my inner thigh. I scooted as close to him as I could, and grabbed onto his forearm, laying my head on his bicep.

"This definitely wont make up for you suckin' me off, but for now, I'm sure it'll do." He said, sliding his hands into my panties.

I moaned loudly when he ran his fingers over my folds, brushing against my clit. I spread my legs as far as I could, and he dipped two fingers into my wet hole, and placed his thumb on my clit. Then he started moving his hand to the beat of the song, curling and un-curling his fingers with the riff of the song. It got to the middle of the song, right before the solo, and I started seeing stars, and I thought my chest was going to collapse. Especially when James Hetfield said "Master, Master," He would curl his fingers so hard on those two words..

I finally came, and I dug my fingernails into Dad's arm so hard I thought I was going to draw blood, but I didn't. He pulled his fingers out of my panties, and stuck them straight in his mouth, groaning at the flavor.

"I wish I could've tasted you the whole time, baby. I'm gonna eat you so much when we get there, I can't wait to have my face buried between those beautiful legs, I promise I'll make this up to you..." he said gesturing to his crotch.

I of course felt like he had already made up for it, but wasn't about to protest. Instead I just allowed myself to get 'excited' thinking about having his mouth attached to my clit, fingers in my hole.. I could not wait until we got there.



read the whole thing, holy shit that was one twisted story, laughed what kind of porn was into and had holy shit moment when it came out Matt been lusting for his daughter a long time. This was the most differnt story i have read on here! Loved that she got on with Zacky but thought it was her dad at frist, due to the tattoos and Zacky was so into that. hell who at some point not wanted to get banged by Zacky!

MissyGates MissyGates

to tired do keep reading will finish tomorrow. its really good and the sex is wow cant think what to say.

MissyGates MissyGates

Damn that is so wrong but dose make a hot read !

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MissyGates MissyGates

Holy shit got keep reading and see how far this gose!

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