20-09-2019, 06:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 20-09-2019, 06:49 PM by Billad980. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
DADDY'S PRINCESS #1
My name is shradha, I am 29 years old. I work at a fast food joint and still live with my parents. My mom has slowly worked her way up in a big department store, and was just recently promoted to store manger.
It takes up a lot of her time and we don't see too much of her anymore. My dad, Shakti, and his best friend Roger own a machine shop for rebuilding engines. Roger has been my dad's best friend since they were nine years old.
Whenever mom and dad had to travel out of town, it was Roger who always looked after me. Even though Roger wasn't actual family, I called him "Uncle'".
It was a cold blustery Friday night, my boyfriend, Varun, and I were making out in the ladies toilet of Restorent.
We were going at each other like world war three was about to happen, when he stuck his little five inch pecker in my soaking tunnel of love, and then proceeded to do his infamous "two pumps and a squirt" bullshit on me again.
He immediately sat up, pulled his pants up and proceeded to drive me home. I was so fucking mad and frustrated at that point I could have killed him.
He dropped me off a block away from my house, my dad hated him, and proceeded to try to give me a goodnight kiss. I bolted out of the car and in no uncertain terms, told him to take a flying fuck.
I rushed through the house, and flew up to my room to cry my broken heart away. "Why can't a guy last more than one minute?" was the only thing I could say.
I laid there a while, bored out of my mind. I finally decided I can't stay in my room all night, so I went downstairs to see what was going on with the rest of the family. Mom was sitting on the couch reading some stupid love magazine.
"Where's dad?" I asked mom.
She replied in a very perturbed voice, "How the fuck should I know, he's probably over at the shop taking a bath in oil again!" I left the conversation at that, not wanting to rile mommy dearest anymore.
I settled into daddy's big ole' recliner and turned the TV on. About 15 minutes later, the phone rang. Mom answered the phone, and almost immediately went bug eyed. her department store was just robbed, and the security officer needed her down at the store to verify how much cash and merchandise were stolen.
Mom slammed the phone down, and told me that she was going to have to pull an all-nighter, to get the store ready for business the next day. She quickly rushed out of the house.
So, here I was, all alone in out big three story house. I turned on the satellite, as there was nothing on regular cable. I flipped through hundreds of channels, still not being able to find anything interesting.
I was about to turn it off when I flipped past what was obviously two people having sex. I flipped back to see some cheesy Euro trash movie, with a bunch of softcore sex scenes thrown in.
I watched the movie through three sex scenes, and noticed I had made a noticeable wet spot in daddy's chair.
"Hooray!" I thought, "I'm getting horny again!" Knowing dad might get home soon, I decided to go downstairs to relieve all this built up frustration.
I spread myself out on the king size waterbed in the guestroom of the basement and went to work on my poor aching clit. But for some reason, I could not get off.
I rubbed as hard and as fast as my hand would go, but to no avail, I was doomed to not have an orgasm tonight. I got up to make the bed and straighten up, when all of a sudden the light illuminating the stairs came on.
I heard my dad and Roger coming down the steps.
"Oh shit!" I thought, "I can't let them find me in here, they'll know what I was doing. I quickly went and hid behind some boxes on the unfinished side of the bedroom wall.
Dad went over to TV and popped in a video, turned out the lights, and then both of them sat down on the edge of the bed.
TO BE CONTINUED....
My name is shradha, I am 29 years old. I work at a fast food joint and still live with my parents. My mom has slowly worked her way up in a big department store, and was just recently promoted to store manger.
It takes up a lot of her time and we don't see too much of her anymore. My dad, Shakti, and his best friend Roger own a machine shop for rebuilding engines. Roger has been my dad's best friend since they were nine years old.
Whenever mom and dad had to travel out of town, it was Roger who always looked after me. Even though Roger wasn't actual family, I called him "Uncle'".
It was a cold blustery Friday night, my boyfriend, Varun, and I were making out in the ladies toilet of Restorent.
We were going at each other like world war three was about to happen, when he stuck his little five inch pecker in my soaking tunnel of love, and then proceeded to do his infamous "two pumps and a squirt" bullshit on me again.
He immediately sat up, pulled his pants up and proceeded to drive me home. I was so fucking mad and frustrated at that point I could have killed him.
He dropped me off a block away from my house, my dad hated him, and proceeded to try to give me a goodnight kiss. I bolted out of the car and in no uncertain terms, told him to take a flying fuck.
I rushed through the house, and flew up to my room to cry my broken heart away. "Why can't a guy last more than one minute?" was the only thing I could say.
I laid there a while, bored out of my mind. I finally decided I can't stay in my room all night, so I went downstairs to see what was going on with the rest of the family. Mom was sitting on the couch reading some stupid love magazine.
"Where's dad?" I asked mom.
She replied in a very perturbed voice, "How the fuck should I know, he's probably over at the shop taking a bath in oil again!" I left the conversation at that, not wanting to rile mommy dearest anymore.
I settled into daddy's big ole' recliner and turned the TV on. About 15 minutes later, the phone rang. Mom answered the phone, and almost immediately went bug eyed. her department store was just robbed, and the security officer needed her down at the store to verify how much cash and merchandise were stolen.
Mom slammed the phone down, and told me that she was going to have to pull an all-nighter, to get the store ready for business the next day. She quickly rushed out of the house.
So, here I was, all alone in out big three story house. I turned on the satellite, as there was nothing on regular cable. I flipped through hundreds of channels, still not being able to find anything interesting.
I was about to turn it off when I flipped past what was obviously two people having sex. I flipped back to see some cheesy Euro trash movie, with a bunch of softcore sex scenes thrown in.
I watched the movie through three sex scenes, and noticed I had made a noticeable wet spot in daddy's chair.
"Hooray!" I thought, "I'm getting horny again!" Knowing dad might get home soon, I decided to go downstairs to relieve all this built up frustration.
I spread myself out on the king size waterbed in the guestroom of the basement and went to work on my poor aching clit. But for some reason, I could not get off.
I rubbed as hard and as fast as my hand would go, but to no avail, I was doomed to not have an orgasm tonight. I got up to make the bed and straighten up, when all of a sudden the light illuminating the stairs came on.
I heard my dad and Roger coming down the steps.
"Oh shit!" I thought, "I can't let them find me in here, they'll know what I was doing. I quickly went and hid behind some boxes on the unfinished side of the bedroom wall.
Dad went over to TV and popped in a video, turned out the lights, and then both of them sat down on the edge of the bed.
TO BE CONTINUED....