I Bared Myself for Daddy’s Camera

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I Bared Myself for Daddy’s CameraThere has always been a sexual thing going on with my father, whether my mother knew or not, I can only speculate.It was he who bathed me, and would do so nude himself, and now that I know more about sex, I can remember him being erect and my touching him intimately, until he came.My initiation was to have my lips and mouth smeared with semen, and later with other bath night sessions, was to sweeten the experience using a lollipop, scooping his ejaculate with the sweet, and suck it.When my parents parted I was ten, and strange to say, found myself starved of my bath nights with daddy, as there had been hundreds leading up to their separation, and of course the sexual thing had got more intense for me as I matured and my sex hormones were starting to kick-in.By then I knew what we were doing was wrong, but by then I found myself wanting it.Of course there was no hiding the fact, my father was clearly a p**o, his preference for young girls was something I had to bear and accept, but strangely I found myself in sympathy with him, namely because I found not just my feelings for him, but my friends attitudes towards sex and older men, were in tune with his idea of girls my age.People don’t give a lot of credit to young girls and how they feel about sex in general, most of us have stories of parents fucking, watching porn, and web camming with men daily, I mean, how many of you reading my story have jacked-off to some giggling girls, with nipples for tits, and bald cunts, believe me, we are all doing it, because in today’s world, we are all sexualized, and canlı bahis şirketleri one mouse click away from a hard-on.Four years had past when my father came back into my life. He had returned to this country and rented an apartment in the city.We had kept in touch all this time by phone and email, and a couple of times by Skype, which was difficult as it was banned where he lived and worked, so the photos in the emails I sent him, reflected the changes in me physically, daddy’s response was to tell me the young engineers were going bananas to meet me, between the lines, he was hot for me himself, and I knew it.On the train journey to meet him I was wet with with nerves and anticipation. I was in a state of sexual arousal, so much so, that just before pulling into the station, I went into the bathroom and removed my underwear, and to ensure I did not chicken out, I tossed my brassiere and panties out of the window, there was now way I could cover up my modesty, my short skirt added to my excitement.I knew as I walked down the platform, where my father waited for me, if I raised my arms to embrace him, my pert posterior with be on show, that’s how short my hemline was, so when he came into view, a sudden rush ran through my body, emanating from my pussy.I pushed the ticket through the exit barrier and ran to him, and felt his arms go around my waist. Ever conscious of my nakedness beneath the few clothes I was wearing, I returned his affection somewhat limply.I the car he asked me if I was regretting meeting him again, after such a long time apart, he was responding canlı kaçak iddaa to my perceived lack of response to his powerful hug.I shook my head, ‘No daddy’, I replied coyly, I was noting his eyes were on the expanse of bar thigh I was showing, as I sat, ‘If I had reached up everyone would have say my bare bum’, and that’s when I lifted my hem and showed him my nakedness.As a c***d I was devoid of a clitoris and labia on show, my thin line of a cunt, that so excites men now-a-days, was still evident, and in all those years of bathing with him, he had touched me a lot down there.Daddy’s face lit up like a beacon, the ice was broken, and his daughter was the same girl he last remembered, only now, very much her own woman, and penetration was on my mind, I had had enough of fingers ad tongues, I was in heat for his cock, and as if the emphasize the difference in me over these last four years, I undid my seat belt, turned in the seat, and lifted my leg and parted my small labia, ‘I am a big girl now daddy’, I said thickly, and took hold of his index finger of his outstretched hand, reaching out me, and guided him inside.I closed my eyes as his knuckles finger disappeared inside me and my tight membrane of vaginal tissue closed around it.One, two, three, I was counting mentally as I rose on his digit and lowered myself back down, all the years of thinking and deprivation were over, as I gripped his wrist and rode his inserted finger, until I came, ‘Jesus Mariel’, I could hear him remark, and I knew instinctively knew I was cumming, as I tightened up around his finger, canlı kaçak bahis a girl needs something inside her to grip during orgasm, how else does a woman hold onto a cock shooting into her, that’s how babies are made.I slipped form daddy’s finger and reached in to his crotch and felt his hard cock, ‘Your turn now’, I said, as my nimble fingers undid his flies and the button holding his pants up.Daddy looked at me, my face all flushed and youthful, small beads of sweat forming on my upper lip, ‘Do you want me to swallow’, I saw his Adam’s Apple bounce as he swallowed hard himself, his eyes were wide and his hard cock pulsating in my hand, he nodded without saying anything, and my mouth opened wide, my throat muscles relaxed, as he slipped past me lips, and glided over my tongue, my sharp intake of breath to fill my lungs, was sufficient enough to hold his cock in the back of my throat, to give me the feeling not to gag.The car had stopped at a set of red lights, and as they changed to green, I also started to go, and my head was bobbing up and down on his cock as I blew him for the next ten miles.We arrived on the outskirts of the city and got out of the car, ‘Mariel’, said daddy, and I turned to look in his direction, he had his camera in hand, ready to take a photo of me, I stopped turned and looked around, reached down and raised my short hemline over my naked breasts, ‘Go on daddy, take plenty’, I said cheekily, and as I turned to walk up the stairs to the house, I could hear the camera clicking away as he looked up my loose skirt, by the time we reached to front door, I was in the mood to surrender my Virginity, but daddy had had other ideas that as of yet I was unaware off, he had invited some of his p**o friends over to meet me, and of course;’Do you men reading this really want to know what happened that night and how many men came?’

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