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I loved my dad more than anything in the world, I had always been his little princess and would never stop being his little princess.
Even though I was a grown 18 year old woman, he assured me that would never change. For some reason he was the only man I ever trusted, my feelings for him were so mixed…all positive, yes, but some often felt inappropriate and difficult to deal with!
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I loved my dad more than anything in the world, I had always been his little princess and would never stop being his little princess.
Even though I was a grown 18 year old woman, he assured me that would never change. For some reason he was the only man I ever trusted, my feelings for him were so mixed…all positive, yes, but some often felt inappropriate and difficult to deal with!
He was the living embodiment of a manly man, like those ancient Greek statues of warriors with all their muscles, hot beards and brave legendary achievements. All my girlfriends teased me over it, they were in love with him and asked me how I could keep so calm around such an absolute DILF!
At first I was obviously disgusted and shocked, but after a while it just wore me down - and I somehow gave in to these obscure, immoral thoughts towards my own dad.
READ MOREIt’s not that I couldn’t get any other men, it’s just that no other man could ever live up to the image of the perfect alpha which I had conjured up in my mind - and that was my dad.
I could sense that he sometimes looked a little longer at me, or maybe even checked out my now fully grown large breasts when he thought I wasn’t aware of it - but it was never definitive enough evidence to know that he felt the same way about me.
He was heartbroken after mom had left us several years ago, I never understood how she could be such a heartless dumb bitch and leave this perfect god of a man behind. Just because of money? Who cares, it helped me get closer to him.
At every opportunity I would show off my body to him, hug him, give him little kisses or do and say anything to get him closer to me.
I was daddy’s little girl and damn proud of it. But something was missing, I needed more. I wanted more of him…not just fatherly pecks on the cheeks and innocent hugs. I wanted to feel him - like the real man that he was.
It was obviously too risky to share my feelings with him though, I definitely needed a little extra help.
Luckily I was part of a Wiccan group - a large part of the members were older women who insisted on the existence of magic and potions. Bending the will of men was the specialty of one of the senior members.
I promptly contacted her and discreetly explained my “problem.” I suppose it was just a phase I was going through and never actually quit, after a while they all became really good friends of mine even though a couple of them were very weird - but in a fun harmless way…or so I thought.
To my great surprise, she was very understanding and hooked me up with a syringe full of a strange-looking bright neon green liquid. I was supposed to mix it into a hot beverage - this would cure my “problem of the flesh” as she put it.
Any man who ingested it would turn into a horny savage beast who would want to devour the woman in front of him, erasing all moral lines and inhibitions between them.
As soon as I went to bed that night, knowing what I had planned with my dad…I rubbed and fingered myself to an incredibly intense orgasm, realizing I was finally about to get what I had longed for…it made me so horny and happy, a mischievous smile formed on my face as I fucked myself to orgasm.
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