Riding My Dad's Best Friend

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I moved to straddle his lap and faced him. My knees were on either side of his legs, and my legs were spread, my short shorts riding up, and my crotch was pressed against his. His fingers parted my soft, pink pussy lips, my mouth opened in a silent moan as his digit explored every wet crevice, every slippery fold.

I need to let him out baby, you’re making me so hard.” He groaned, halting my movements and unbuttoning his pants. I felt his muscles tense up and realized my question might’ve sounded a bit naughtier than I had intended. I suppose we can practice now, if you like. Go ahead and halter him up and bring him out to the ring.” He told me. I gasped at his words, they turned me on. His hands traveled to my ass cheeks and pushed me against him harder.

Riding Daddy

This is what I decided to change. I kissed my father again, just like I used to when I was little. I kissed him before I went to bed, when I was about to leave or when he said something nice about me. The delicious feel of him against me. The sexy thought that my clit was pressed snug against the very organ that would penetrate my wet pussy. Half my areolas were visible, they were pink and flushed. My dad eyed them, and he also stared at the points in my bra from my hard nipples.

We use to cuddle all the time and you never kiss or hug me any more.” I explained, trying to make it sound more innocent. “Even when I was naughty, at least you’d still spank me.” I wore plain white panties and didn’t hesitate to mount the hard lump in his jeans, desperate to feel any source of friction. He did not say anything about this either, except that I ‘seemed happier’ those days. Perhaps I was, but he was mixing up cause and effect. Picasso came to a walk as he led us on a trail I’d never been on before. Greenery surrounded us, and soon we approached a forested setting. There was a river below us.He got Picasso to walk, and suddenly we were rubbing together a bit. I enjoyed being on the horse, though, and I was eager to learn. Slowly, Daddy pulled His lips from mine, but I hungered for more. I felt so ashamed of how I was feeling, and how warm my body had gotten from just a simple kiss from Him. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I wanted to tell Daddy that it wasn’t the other boys making me cry now, that it was Him. I wanted Him to be like that Daddy I knew He was, and not this monster taking advantage of me. But I kept silent. A thought occurred to me at that moment; maybe if I was good, then He would stop. Naïve of me to think of it now, but at that moment, it made sense. I smiled, though, thinking it was probably just Picasso trotting. The air against my face felt fresh, and I felt free. I sighed, brushing it off as an accident. Besides, there’s nothing sexual going on, anyway. Even if he knew where his hands were, it’s not like there’s anything wrong because there is nothing inherently sexual about it. Fiction Writing | Blog Writing | Creative Writing | Essay Writing | Letter Writing | Poetry Writing | Technical Writing | Story Writing

I leaned to the side, resting my head against his chest. It wasn’t very comfortable, but it was all I’d be getting for now. didn’t seem an option at the time. I kinda felt I’d gone too far, that last week of summer. Yet I still longed for his touch. He had to have felt them wiggling against him. There was no doubt in my mind about it. What would he be thinking? I loved the horses. I didn’t grow up with them like her father had, but I’d happily obliged to farm life. My dad said that I appeared to be a natural with animals, and so I wanted to ride my father’s favorite horse. The horse was named Picasso, because he had splotches of white and brown that appeared to have been splattered onto his coat in random patterns. What I loved most, though, about Picasso was his tail. Long and flowing and white. Oftentimes, my father would catch me styling the tail with girlish, intricate braids.You hold the reins like this,” He said, “And make sure you are in control of the horse at all times.” But his hands snaked around me to hold the reigns in front of me. I’d never been this close to any male before, so it felt a little awkward. I made sure he did not have the remote nearby, so he had no choice but to place his hand somewhere on me. He chose my knee.