Thread: All to Herself (Ethereal & Father Figure)

It was only after the words left her lips that Casey seemed to find herself weary of the look in her father's eyes. Moments before, she saw it as lust, a sexual gaze that he had simply never used with her in any previous instances. And yet, as she stared up at him, something just wasn't right. Was she having second thoughts? No, that wasn't it, yet she couldn't place what it was. Perhaps, he would see the confusion that had reached her eyes, though as he leaned in and gently pressed his own lips to hers, her newfound worry slipped away. The mindset she'd carried just moments before came back to her, her arousal apparent as she watched her father's hand ease down. Her eyes had a look of pure need within them as she stared up at him, drawing in a gasp as she felt the warmth of his cock press against her bare skin. She wasn't sure what to expect in that very moment, not having anticipated things to move as quickly as they were. She had assumed there would be hesitation on his end, that there would be things he would want to do, yet find himself unable to fully go through with them. She had envisioned an exploratory evening, the two attempting to become comfortable with one another before anything too drastic would occur. He would see the way her eyes widened as he instead cut right to the chase, the girl gasping once more as her father's hand roughly spread her legs open. She would jump slightly against him as the head of his cock pressed against her wet entrance, though despite the way her body was seemingly prepared for him, she was not ready for this. It was in that moment that she found herself thinking that perhaps, she had gotten herself in over her head. Gazing up at him nervously, she saw the same, unfamiliar look within his eyes before his hips drew back and he thrusted himself inside of her. And then, she screamed. The unsuspecting girl was given no time to react, her mind in a fog as her body tried to accept what was being given to her. It would take him a few thrusts before he would fully fit his length inside of her, her tight walls stretching to accommodate his size. The sounds that left her lips were sounds she'd never made before, not the usual, quiet moans and sighs that would leave her lips during her soft, sexual experiences. No, this was far different, and as her father's cock pounded into her, she seemed to forget that this was what she had wanted in the first place. Her mind, despite having encouraged this all evening, was now screaming at her to make it stop, and yet, all she could manage to do was lay there and take it. Only when he lifted her legs onto his shoulders did she make her first attempt at protesting, a pained cry leaving her lips as the leverage allowed for him to thrust deeper inside of her. Daddy...stop.. she whimpered, her hands weakly pushing against him as though she had not brought this upon herself. And deep down, she knew that she had brought this upon herself, yet this was not what she had expected. Not even close. Daddy. she whimpered once more, though her hands gripped him now instead of attempting to push him away. He wouldn't stop, no matter what she did. She could see that much, and as her cries filled the room, her mind ran wild in an attempt to process it all, trying to understand where she went wrong. Could she have avoided this? Was this all an entirely huge mistake on her part? How would this end? Her thoughts were interrupted as he thrusted inside of her for what must have been the hundredth time, though something about the sensation it provided was much different. Something about it felt...good. A pained moan, rather than a cry, left her lips this time, accompanied by a deepening blush on her cheeks as the sensation repeated as he thrusted inside of her again. And again. And again. Daddy.. she breathed out, her breathing labored as she helplessly stared up at him. She was in pain, and yet, she felt pleasure. She was scared, and somehow, she was excited. It didn't make sense to her, feeling as though she no longer had control over her body as she tried to understand the feelings it was producing. Daddy, please.. she begged to him again, though this time, she truthfully had no idea whether she was begging him to stop, or begging him to continue.