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As I sat on the trunk of my car in the dark parking lot, I knew I'd done the right thing. I finally had my father right where I wanted him; here and alone with me in the dark. He was staring at my naked tits and pussy. He had only two choices and they were fuck me or don't fuck me. We had spent weeks playing this game every Tuesday and Thursday morning a silent, naked game of Peek-a-Boo. On those mornings, my father would walk in on me while I was in the shower.*He would pretend to not be there just to stare at his naked daughter. I would pretend I wasn't trying to seduce him. As I got ready to leave, he would stand by the door frame. I pretended I had to brush my moist, hard, aching nipples, pussy, thighs or ass against him. He would pretend not to notice me or his hard dick making the tent in his pants. It was a game we both played to see who would crack first. It was a game I wanted to win.*One time, about two weeks ago, he almost gave in. Almost. I got him to rub lotion on my naked back and inner thigh. He came close enough to my dripping cunt that his fingers were coated with pussy juice. He must have felt the Çekmeköy escort bayan heat coming from me because a change came over him. I saw the hunger, the lust and the sheer need on his face. I was no longer his daughter, in that moment. I was just a juicy piece of available ass living under his roof. Right then, my father wanted to fuck me. I mean FUCK me. Rut with me, like an animal. And he would have (I was dying to) if we hadn't been interrupted at the last minute. He stepped away from me after that, shocked and ashamed. He hadn't stepped back, but I had seen that look on his face.*It was just that once, but once was enough for me. My father stopped playing the game after that but, I didn't. Oh no.*I knew he wanted me and I wanted him to have me. Not once. Not twice, but as much as he wanted, whenever he wanted. I knew that what I wanted was called incest. It wasn't about family or morals, it was about sex and good, nasty sex always wins. I was going to make sure of it. I wasn't ashamed about wanting to fuck my father. It felt taboo and dark and forbidden. Forbidden Escort gebze lust is the best kind of lust! I knew that fucking my father would be the best kind of wrong, nasty hot I'd ever have. All I had to do was get his dick in my mouth and I knew I could get him to agree with me. That's why I had to trick him. I had lured him away from our home to the middle of nowhere on the pretense of having a flat tire. He'd raced out, into the night, to come get me. Out here, in the dark, next to this sleazy motel, I could be just another piece of ass he could fuck. We didn't have to worry about being discovered. His wife, my mother, would not see us; would not hear us. There were no family portraits hanging on the walls and no dinner dishes needing to be washed. I was just a woman and he was just a man. In the dim moonlight, I made quite the picture. I had unbuttoned my shirt and removed my bra. I had slithered out of my panties. My breasts were exposed, my skirt was hiked up and I had spread my legs wide. He had a good view of all he had made; all that was his, if he'd just reach out and take Şerifali escort it. Standing in front of me, he still hadn't said a word. He just stared at my pussy and at my tits. Then he met my eyes. "Ro-Rosie?," he croaked. He cleared his throat and continued. He pointed at my pussy - the pussy his eyes were glued to. "Cover yourself up, baby girl. Pull your skirt down. We need to get back." I snatched his hand and held it, guided it toward my pussy. "Why don't you pull my skirt down for me, daddy?" I asked, smiling at him as I pulled him closer. He was too shocked to resist at first, then he snatched his hand back as if it burned. "Stop that, Rosie! (I giggled.) "Stop it! You get down and get in the car now!" I shook my head and smiled at him, sweetly.* "No," I said. And spread my legs even wider. "I'm not playing with you, Rosie!" he bellowed in his best Angry Father voice. "It's late! Get your ass off of that car and let's get going." My daddy turned, took a few steps toward his car and looked back to see if I was scrambling after him. I wasn't. I was still sitting where he'd left me. My tits still in the air and my pussy dripping. On the street, a car passed by. "Goddamn it!" my father cursed and stomped back toward me.*"You're gonna cut your shit out, little girl, and get in that fucking car, right now!" He made a grab for my hands, but I clasped my arms behind me and jutted my tits out further in his face.