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Now that daddy had taken my virginity, something had awoken inside me. I wanted more. I needed more.
But daddy wouldn’t let me have more. When I tried, he took me home and punished me good and hard.
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I felt free and liberated, like a real woman at last. Although my pussy was still sore from last night’s aggressive pounding — all thanks to daddy’s hard and super fat cock — I was aching for more…
But it wasn't just daddy’s cock I craved. I craved the cock of any guy who wanted to claim my blonde, eighteen-year old pussy. I was a virgin no more, and — as I knew would happen after my cherry was stolen — I was addicted to sex: Hard, fast and nasty!
Daddy took me out the following day for ice cream and soda. He was quiet all morning and looked like he regretted indulging in the forbidden act of taking me.
Although I knew wearing tiny denim shorts and a vest top was driving him mad — like he wanted to go right back to controlling me — as we shared ice cream it seemed that he wanted to try and get along with me like a regular father and daughter should.
READ MORESitting in the diner with him, I felt rebellious and daring. I could do anything I wanted now. I had the dirt on daddy, and he knew it.
As we shared small talk, never once broaching the subject of last night’s carnal activities, a handsome jock walked in. He was all alone.
My baby-blues trained on his cute ass and muscular back. My clit tingled at the prospect of letting him sink balls-deep inside my cunt, and a naughty smirk pulled across my pouty red lips.
As I watched him, wondering if he had the same girth as my horny father, I could sense that daddy was growing angry — jealous almost.
My gaze snapped back to his as I brought up a spoonful of gooey ice cream and playfully sucked on it.
“You little whore,” he muttered under his breath, turning bright-red.
I snickered. “What?”
Leaning closer to me over the table, his jaw set and his eyes darkened. “You know what! Stop looking at that guy!”
I smiled. “He’s cute, though.”
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