Emily’s prom night

Once upon a time, it was the night of Emily’s graduation. She was wearing a beautiful white dress she and her daddy had both picked out. It was long and embraced her every curves. Sheer flowery lace covered her bodice and heavy patches formed at the bottom. Dressed and with her makeup on, Emily made her way down the stairs towards the entrance where her father awaited her. As she climbed down those steps, Emily’s father couldn’t control the growing buldge in his trousers. “Sweetheart, you look breathtaking” he let out in a sigh. Blushing, Emily thanked her father and looped her arm with his and they made their way to the ceremony taking place at her school. Four years had passed and she was now leaving for college. Emily couldn’t wait to experience new things and what the world had in store for her.

Entering the school hall, Emily was still walking arm in arm with her father, holding her head bowed. From across the room, she heard her name and saw her group of friends and the boy she was attending the prom with. Without saying a word, Emily looked back at her father and asked for his permission. With an assertive movement of his head, he let his daughter walk towards her friends and hug them, including the boy that was putting a matching corsage to her wrist. Feeling jealousy rise in his chest, Emily’s father calmly made his way to their seat and made eye contact with his daughter to come sit minutes before the ceremony was about to start. Once sitting beside her father, Emily felt a warm hand rest on her shoulders. Slowly, his hand made his way to the nape of her neck and she felt the control her father held over her. No one made her feel the way he did and she blushed and the naughty thoughts forming in the mind. The ceremony wasn’t the place to have these kinds of thoughts, she thought to herself.

Once the ceremony over, the party had started and it was time to say goodbye to her father. He hadn’t volunteered to chaperonne and they both knew it wasn’t safe for him to watch over Emily while she was in the hands of another male. With his hands in the pockets of his trousers, he left walking and smiling, thinking about all the things he had to set up for the return of his precious daughter tonight.

“Daddy, I’m home” hiccuped Emily. Laughing, she thought about her night and all the things she may or may not remember the next morning. Emily’s date, Alexander, had a flask and had shared it with her. The flask was not the only thing they had shared and she knew she would get in trouble for that. Her father always managed to know everything Emily did. Kicking her heels off, Emily started to unzip her dress in the hall near the kitchen. She knew exactly how to tauntalize her father and he certainly couldn’t resist playing her little game. “How was your night, Emily? Did you slut yourself for Alex? Did he get to taste that sweet pussy of yours?” smiled her father through his glass of scotch. Rising from his seat at the dining table, he made is way to Emily and looked at the pretty white dress he had bought for his daughter. Grabbing the neckline on both side he started ripping the dress, exposing his daughter’s perky tits. “Slut, your nipples are all hard and red. Did you give a taste to Alex?” asked Emily’s father. “N-no” hammered Emily. Cupping her breasts with his cold hands from his drink, he sent a shiver to her spine and made her body tremble. Sinking to one knee, he quickly put a nipple in his mouth and eagerly sucked on it, making Emily moan and cry out in pleasure. She could barely stand straight and her knees were weak, so she grabbed onto her father’s shoulder and pressed one of her hand on he back of his head. “Oh, you like that little girl? Such a slut you are to your father’s touch” continued her father. Having had enough, he pushed Emily to the ground and made her stand on her knees. Quickly unbuckling his belt, he unfastened his trousers and let his massive erection stand out. He then proceded to slip his pointing finger in her moist mouth, then his middle finger, letting her plump lips wrap them both. With a back and forth motion, he showed his daughter how he wanted to be pleased. Emily opened her mouth wide and wrapped her tongue around her father’s cock, then closed her lips tightly around his shaft. She started to suck her father just like it was a frozen treat in the summer time. “Good girl, that’s it, keep sucking daddy” purred her father. Breathless and panting, Emily’s father grabbed his daughter and carried her up the stairs to his bedroom and took off what was left of her dress. Resting on the bed, Emily was ordered to spread her legs make herself ready for her father. Kissing her mound, he made sure that she was wet enough for his throbbing sex. Tonight, Emily’s father wouldn’t hold back and was going to unleash the beast he had kept at bay all night. Entering her slowly, he sat his daughter on top and moved her hips up and down. Emily’s breasts were bouncing forcefully up and down and the sound of skin slapping was resounding in the room. Her father was clearly marking his territory and claiming what was his. Pumping his thick cock inside her, he looked at his daughter and declared that whatever happened after high school, she was still his and his only. With that, he flipped his daughter on his back and continued to fuck her deeply. On the brink of orgasm, Emily couldn’t think right and kept repeating “Daddy” until it became a loud moan. Clenching her pelvic muscles harder, Emily had a full blown orgasm and yelled “Daddy! fuck me!”. Contempt, Emily’s father continued to pump and pump into his spent daughter until he, too, came inside her. Lying together, Emily’s father whispered “mine”.

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