Daddy

You, in her body, confidently approach her Dad, a wicked grin playing on your lips. You know damn well the effect you have on him. As you get closer, you notice his eyes darting towards you, desire mixed with apprehension clearly visible.

With a toss of your hair, you move in closer, your voice oozing with seduction. "Well, well, Daddy. Look at that bulge in your pants. Can't hide that hard-on, can you? Don't tell me you've been fantasizing about fucking me, Daddy."

He stammers, his voice strained with denial. "No, this is wrong... We can't... I shouldn't..."

You roll your eyes, knowing his protests are at odds with the obvious arousal straining against his pants. You decide to push him further, reaching out to graze your fingers over his throbbing cock through his pants. His breath hitches, his body betraying his resistance.

You lean in, your voice a sultry whisper against his ear. "Stop lying to yourself, Daddy. I can feel how hard you are for me. You want this just as badly as I do. You want to taste my sweet pussy and fuck me senseless."

He tries to push back, his voice trembling with feeble defiance. "N-No, I can't... I won't... this is so fucked up..."

But the firm grip of desire wraps around him, restraining any sense of rational thinking. You continue to stroke his cock through his pants, teasing him mercilessly. His protests grow weaker, his breathing quickens, and his cock strains against its confinement.

You smirk, relishing in the power you have over him. "Admit it, Daddy. Admit that you're throbbing for your little girl. I can feel your cock begging for release. You've fantasized about fucking me, haven't you?"

He hesitates for a moment, torn between his inner turmoil and the desire flickering in his eyes. Finally, a whisper escapes his lips. "Fuck... Yes... I've thought about it. I've imagined what it would be like to possess you, to make you mine..."

Satisfied with his admission, you tighten your grip on his erection, causing him to groan in pleasure and desperation. You can feel his resistance slipping away, his body craving release.

You maintain your grip on her dad's cock, reveling in the control you have over him. His protests continue, his words laced with a mix of fear and desire.

"Daddy, I understand you're conflicted," you say, your voice dripping with a sultry confidence. "But trust me, I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before."

His objection hangs in the air, but you're undeterred. You lean in closer, your lips grazing against the tip of his throbbing member. With a mischievous smile, you flick your tongue teasingly across the sensitive head, savoring the sharp intake of breath that escapes his lips.

"Fuck," he groans, his voice strained. "I can't believe we're doing this. It's so wrong."

You smirk, your eyes never leaving his as you begin to stroke his length again. "But that's exactly what makes it so fucking right, Daddy. Sometimes, breaking the rules is exactly what we need."

You lower your head, taking him into your warm, wet mouth, your tongue swirling around the sensitive crown. His objections transform into a symphony of moans and gasps, a battle of resistance and surrender.

"Oh God, Emily," he manages to breathe out, his voice thick with longing and conflicting emotions. "Please... stop. This... this can't..."

You disregard his pleas, teasingly taking one of his balls into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around it. His resistance wavers, his body trembling under the weight of the pleasure you're bestowing upon him.

Each flick of your tongue sends shockwaves of ecstasy through his body, overriding his better judgment. The struggle between right and wrong becomes an insignificant backdrop to the symphony of moans and cries of pleasure that fills the room.

You look up at him, a wicked glimmer in your eyes, the taste of desire lingering on your lips. You're an unstoppable ****, driven by your own insatiable cravings. Your actions fuel his surrender, as he becomes consumed by the intoxicating whirlpool of pleasure and guilt, all barricades breaking down with each touch, each lick, each sinful kiss.

You continue to ravish him with your lips, taking note of his persistent attempts to protest even as his desire grows stronger. His feeble objections only add to the sinful thrill of this forbidden encounter.

With each tantalizing stroke of your mouth, his resistance falters. He tries to form coherent sentences, but all that emerges are jumbled fragments of his internal struggle. His body betrays him, with his hips instinctively bucking towards you, urging you to take him deeper.

You can feel the quiver in his voice as he attempts to protest through broken breath. "N-No, this isn't right... w-we shouldn't be doing... ah, fuck... this..."

But his words dissolve into a symphony of moans and gasps as you continue to work your magic. His small cock pulses with need, **** for release as it slips effortlessly down your throat. He's fully aware of his own surrender, his powerlessness to resist the intoxicating pull of your lips.

As you bob your head up and down, your tongue swirling around his sensitive head, his objections grow quieter. The struggle within him becomes a battle of will versus desire. He wants to hold onto his last threads of morality, but the all-consuming pleasure you're serving up is a siren song he can't resist.

His voice strains with the growing desperation in his tone. "Fuck... this is so... fucking wrong... but you feel so fucking good..."

You can't help but revel in his inner turmoil. His small cock fits perfectly in your mouth, the way his body trembles against your lips ignites a primal hunger within you. The power dynamic is palpable, as his futile objections only fuel your wicked desire to take control.

With one final surge of resistance, he moans out a plea, his words laced with desperation. "Please... I... we can't... stop..."

But your firm grip and relentless ministrations prove to be too much. His resistance crumbles away completely, stolen by the all-consuming pleasure. His moans become breathless cries, surrendering to the sinful delights you're bestowing upon his body.

You feel his muscles tense, his body on the brink of release. It's a battle he can't win, and he doesn't want to. The eruption of his smaller load fills your mouth, his pleasure mingling with the remnants of his futile resistance.

As you withdraw, a triumphant smirk graces your lips. The room is heavy with the scent of forbidden desire, and you know this is just the beginning. The wimpy Dad can try to object, but his desire will always overpower his fleeting attempts to maintain control. And you're only getting started.