Father and daughter enjoying erotic stories

My name is Caroline, but everyone calls me Carol. Usually, the closest ones, still with my 17 years old, always very fiery, I spend my days between a lot of study, because I intend to take the entrance exam and pursue a career in the law area. And the intense cumshots I give masturbating with anything that excites me, and often even the pants that touch and squeeze my clitoris a little, already make me very horny, so I don't even need to say that this is my daily life. Between turning eyes, trembling legs and books, that's how my days go by. This is even a fact that occurred a short time ago.

I didn't mention the beginning, but even with all this fire, I'm still a virgin. Impossible these days, for sure, but that's my reality. I have some principles that I follow and I don't give up. Just eat my pussy, the guy who really deserves it and it won't be easy. I've had several opportunities to lose and I didn't lose, but of course I don't leave 100 percent at will to penetrate. I love a good old anal and, when I'm giving my ass, I just cum masturbating together. I started this with an ex-boyfriend that I had said I wouldn't let him put it in my pussy, even after having already cum in his mouth several times, and he cums in mine too. Many times, we ended up solving these issues with the anal. At first, it wasn't nice, it hurt a lot, too many days, it's no use saying that it's nice right from the beginning. It's unpleasant, but let's go to the fact story that's what you came here to read.

My father is a young guy, only 34 years old. I've been with guys older than him, but his passion and dedication to me have always been something that melted me. He looks more like a colleague than my father, even more so because he goes to the gym, takes good care of himself, has a very young appearance. My friends are crazy about him, but my father is a very centered guy, an entrepreneur in the automotive industry. Since he separated from my mother, when I was only about four years old, completely moving away from him for several years, my father focused on changing his life to the extreme and, according to him, having comfort for him and for when I was old enough and wanted to live more with him. So, when I get to my father's house, I'm the queen, I'm the one in charge of everything. I have my room very well set up the way I wanted. My mother got married again and, today, as I am already quite independent, I stay more at my father's house than at my mother's house. My stepfather is very strange, he looks at me as if he wanted to fuck me, and he doesn't go much. Disgusting and strange, it's not my type and I won't do that to my mother either. She loves the guy.

So, from the moment I started to live more with my father, I would go to my mother's house. This became common until I moved for good. I only went to my mother's house to kill the nostalgia, chat and return to my father's house. I didn't even need to tell anyone. I'm no longer a child, I do my activities, study and do everything I have to do. I never needed anyone to honk in my ear what I need to do or when.

Like any horny girl, porn is always something I love. Several fetishes, many things, and browsing a sea of whoring that there is on the internet, I came across the erotic tales. This made me open my mind to a completely new world that I already know is not so new. Erotic tales are the first type of pornography that existed. You should keep this information, because it is important in the future. So, I started reading a lot of short stories, at first basic stories between boyfriends, and then I started to see other things until I got to my favorite tales, which are incest. Just talking, I already keep contracting my pussy and I have to confess that during this meeting I had to masturbate several times because remembering the stories made me horny. Consequently, I came a lot. So, probably some parts that you will read will be a moment when I will be in my climax. But back to history, reading several stories about brother and sister, unfortunately I don't have a brother, I'm an only child so far, but I think it's interesting if I had a brother who was as perverted as I am. We would probably have a lot of sex and even get to the stories between father and daughter, some very fanciful, full of things that we know are often not even real. It's a story created by a piá with his dick in his hand masturbating and thinking that the world is made of moments when you take the other person's hand, take it to the room and stay with her, especially when it comes to a relative, and I understood in practice that this is much more difficult.

I was crazy about reading the stories that excited me the most. I did the reading aloud, recorded and then listened, masturbating and so I came so much that I lost my senses. The muscles in my body hurt everything. But an attitude inside my house one day changed my vision between the fantasy of reading those stories and imagining for the reality of something similar to those tales happening. I had seen my father totally naked passing inside his room from the bathroom to the bed, but he had forgotten the door open. He thought I was quiet in the room, but in fact I was wandering around the house and he passed by with that beautiful cock, kind of bomb, with a very pink head, hanging at least the size of a can of deodorant. That's because it was soft, imagine hard. I went to the room, almost unable to stand it, I masturbated so much that I ended up sleeping. I woke up a little later with my pussy hand, leg all stuck together. I took a shower when I went to wash my pussy, it was swollen, my clitoris was sensitive, what a wonderful feeling at that moment. From now on, for everything I wanted to have my father's cock in my ass. So I started to design what I was going to do. I already knew that my father didn't have a girlfriend and that he hadn't dated for some time. I don't know if he didn't have sex or if he paid for sex. Well, at the moment, that didn't make the slightest difference. I wanted him for myself, I wanted to repay all that work of years to be able to provide me with a better future than his and my mother's. So I started wearing some clothes a little more low-cut, always a little shorter, and of course, always when he was at home or I showed up at the company, I went to his office and stayed there with an outfit that showed that I was more for a woman than a girl. Even his partners commented on how big I was, I was already a graduated woman and I always smiled, thanked and said that I would be his eternal little girl, in a cute way, but I didn't want to be his little girl. I wanted to be the woman. I knew it wouldn't be easy to get what I wanted. My father was very right, "at least it seemed". He never showed signs of being a possessive guy for sex or fiery. He always seemed like a normal guy to me. I even considered the idea of him being gay, which would go against my whole plan, but in the meantime I ended up messing with his office and personal things, something I would never imagine. For a brief moment, he forgot that I was fiddling with his company's computer. In Google Chrome, there were some anonymous tabs open and they were precisely erotic tales. It wasn't the same one I used to read, but I discovered unexpectedly that he also enjoyed reading short stories and also about incest, about mother and son, father and daughter, brother and sister. It had everything, several open tabs. It would be there my chance, then I realized that this was a sign. On the same day, I intensified my plan, my clothes began to decrease inside the house, sometimes I noticed the corner look he gave me, but without letting anything show. There was an outfit that I liked to wear to sleep, that basically only covered the essentials, but it was a thin fabric, you could see everything. When I sat next to him on the couch, he even cleared his throat, I stretched my legs, lay down on the couch, rested my head on his lap, who already put one of his hands at the height of my waist and the other hand in my hair, and began to tell me old stories of when he had met my mother, among other things that happened in his life. Despite being a successful businessman, my father was a lonely guy with few friends, but I realized here when I passed his hand on my waist, he felt the texture of my skin. I think he got a little excited, I felt his cock pulsating in my head and when he pulsed for the first time, he kind of got scared, called me and I pretended I was sleeping. He gave that sigh of relief and took it in his arms and put it on the bed. This made me want to have him for myself even more and every night I was doing it. I spent a few days provoking him in every way I knew until one day I dared a little more with my usual clothes, but this time in a different color. I went to his room while he finished disorganizing some things. I was watching TV in his room because the TV was a launch of a company that he had a partnership of almost 100 inches. The super King bed, the super large room, fit 2/4 of mine inside his, so my excuse was always that and that day we went to watch a series. I ended up falling asleep in his bed. I thought he would wake me up to take me to the room or take me anyway, but something made him just cover me. I lay down on his chest, threw my legs over his legs and kept pretending I was sleeping. And since nature doesn't forgive, it's obvious that he felt the heat of my pussy on his leg and the cock got hard. At the time, little by little, I felt him slipping away from me until I managed to get off him. It was in the bathroom. It took a while, he came back, lay down, I clung to him again and I didn't feel the volume anymore. He had probably come, so I decided to sleep anyway. The other day I just woke up…