Discovering Dad

As I ascended the creaky wooden staircase, my mind was filled with a mix of confusion and arousal. The strange whispers and suggestive thoughts lingered in the back of my mind, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn't shake the images of my dad transformed into a woman, his voice transformed into that of a submissive princess.

Reaching the top floor, I walked down a dimly lit hallway, the air thick with anticipation. Each step felt like a heartbeat, pumping blood through my veins and fueling the lust within me. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls, adding to the intense atmosphere.

Room after room passed by as I searched for the right one. Finally, I found a door at the end of the corridor that called out to me. It exuded a seductive aura, as if it held secrets waiting to be explored. Without hesitation, I inserted the key into the lock and turned it.

As the door swung open, I was greeted with a sight that both excited and unnerved me. The room, bathed in a soft golden glow, was adorned with luxurious furnishings. A large, ornate bed dominated the center of the room, draped in crimson satin sheets. Dark curtains hung against the windows, shutting out the snowy landscape beyond.

I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, feeling a sudden surge of heat between my legs. The room seemed charged with an intoxicating energy, drawing me further into its depths. My heart raced as I imagined what was to come.

But then, I saw a figure standing in the corner of the room. It was my dad, but something was different. He was wearing a lacey black negligee that clung to his curves, accentuating his feminine beauty. His eyes held a mixture of desire and vulnerability, mirroring my own conflicting emotions.

"Daddy, what's going on?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

He approached me slowly, a seductive smile playing on his lips. "I don't know, son," he said, his voice dripping with a newfound sensuality. "But I can't deny the connection between us. Something has awakened within me."

As he reached me, his delicate hands brushed gently against my chest, sending electric shocks through my body. Our eyes locked, and I was lost in his newfound femininity, the allure of his transformed essence. The air around us grew heavy with desire, and I couldn't resist any longer.

"Oh fuck it," I muttered under my breath, my voice hoarse with need. I grabbed him by the waist, pulling him towards me, and crashed my lips against his. The taste of his cherry lip balm mixed with the raw intensity of our passion, igniting a fire within us.

Our bodies tangled together, his soft curves pressed against my hard muscles. The negligee slipped off his slender shoulders, revealing his perky breasts, begging to be touched. I obliged, my hands exploring every inch of his supple flesh, reveling in the sensation.

A moan escaped his lips as my fingers teased his hardened nipples, the sound driving me wild with desire. I pushed him onto the bed, its satin sheets a luxurious backdrop for our unholy union.

I pushed my dad onto the bed, his back sinking into the soft, crimson sheets as I towered over him. With a lustful hunger burning in my eyes, I wasted no time. I tore off his clothes, relishing the sound of fabric ripping apart, exposing his naked, trembling body to my gaze.

As I traced my fingers along his flushed skin, he shivered with anticipation. I could feel the electricity in the air, the tension building between us like a goddamn volcano about to explode. It was time to unleash the beast within.

I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between his spread legs. My hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into his flesh as I spread him wide, exposing the glistening wetness of his eager pussy. I leaned in, my breath hot against the sensitive flesh, and flicked my tongue across his swollen clit.

His body convulsed beneath my touch, his moans filling the room with every lick, every gentle suck. I devoured him, my tongue dancing with an expertise that only comes from sheer fucking determination. I knew just how to curl it, how to flick against that sweet spot, driving him wild with pleasure.

But I wasn't done, not even fucking close.

I moved upwards, my lips traveling along the curve of his body, tracing a path of sinful kisses. When I reached his perky tits, I took them into my mouth, sucking and nipping, drawing out the most delicious sounds of pleasure from his lips. I teased his nipples, rolling them between my teeth, causing him to arch his back in ecstasy.

Leaving his breasts flushed and tingling, I continued my descent, my lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. And oh, what a perfect target awaited me.

I gripped his ass cheeks, spreading them apart to reveal his tight, puckered hole. It twitched with anticipation, begging for attention. I indulged the filthy desire, pressing my tongue against it, coaxing it open with every flick and prod. The taste of him, the way he squirmed and moaned as I explored his depths, sent a surge of power coursing through me.

Fuck, the sensations were intense. The way his body clenched around my tongue, the way he pushed back against my face, hungry for more. I devoured him like a goddamn savage, losing myself in the raw, unadulterated pleasure of his submission.

But it wasn't enough. It was never enough.

I positioned myself above him, my cock twitching with anticipation. I teased his entrance, rubbing the head against his slick folds, savoring the electric jolt that shot through both our bodies. And then, with a forceful thrust, I plunged deep inside.

He cried out, a mix of pleasure and pain escaping his lips as I filled him to the hilt. Our bodies collided in a primal frenzy of desire, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh mingling with our moans of ecstasy. I fucked him relentlessly, my hips driving into him with a primal hunger, searching for that sweet spot that would make him explode.

And explode, he did.

His orgasm ripped through him like a storm, his body convulsing beneath me as he painted the sheets with his cum, his cries of pleasure music to my ears. But I didn't stop. I kept pounding into him, deeper and harder, pushing both of us to the edge of madness.

Finally, I couldn't take it any longer. My own release washed over me like a tidal wave, my cum spurting deep within him, marking him as mine. It filled him completely, mingling with his own essence, creating a potent cocktail of desire and possession.

We collapsed onto the bed, a tangled mess of sweaty limbs and heavy breaths. The air hung thick with the scent of sex, a testament to the intensity of our encounter. In that moment, there was nothing else but the throbbing, pulsating connection between us.