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Daddy was our marriage counsellor. I knew it wasn't appropriate, but he was the only man in the world I felt could help. I confessed to Daddy that our sex life was not satisfactory. Daddy told me he knew what the answer was. He was going to take me in front of my husband, right on the famed therapist's couch...
A daddy-daughter cuckold tale, featuring rough sex, humiliation and sloppy seconds.
“How was it for you listening to this Larry? To hear your own wife tell you that you do not satisfy her between the sheets?”
Larry said nothing, his head bowed, pretending he found his fingernails to be the most interesting thing on Earth.
“Goddammit Larry”, I said, “the point of the session is that we’re supposed to talk.”
“Let's not force the issue”, said Daddy. “Now back to you Lisa. You said you fantasized about being taken roughly by an older man. That sounds to me like you have classic Daddy issues, like you want a father figure to give you the real fucking you’re not getting.”
“Well, yes, maybe...” I said a little hesitantly, a bit taken aback by hearing Daddy talk like that.
“You know Lisa, I’ve been sitting here thinking, it's actually pretty difficult for me to remain objective. Maybe I shouldn't have taken this meeting in the first place.”
At that point, Daddy rose to his feet, removed his glasses and began to undo his belt. Finally Larry spoke.
“What the hell do you think you're doing man? What's going on here?”
“I think the best kind of therapy for my daughter will be a good fuck on that couch, for her to orgasm like she never has done with you. I'm her Daddy and her therapist, and I know what's best for my little girl. Now if you wouldn't mind, could you come over and sit in the chair to give us the space on the couch? We need it to fuck each other's brains out.”
