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Click hereAs his orgasm subsided, she laid her head on his chest. She felt his fingers stroking her hair. He enjoyed the more gentle intimacy of this father and daughter moment until she raised her head with the realisation. She looked at him. Then the tie, still threaded through the bars and back to him. He couldn't pull both arms at the same time, but he could easily have brought one down. They smiled as they both understood that he could have done so at any time and halted matters. She wondered at what point he discovered this. But she didn't ask.
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Dear Diary
I was right. Daddy did want to make love with me again. I tied his arms so he couldn't stop me playing with him. Except I didn't do it properly and he could have stopped me. I don't know for sure that he knew all the time. He may have found out early or late. I didn't ask and he didn't say. But it doesn't matter as he wasn't bound the second time, when we did it a little later that morning. It was me who was tied up! He made a better job of it than I did.
Daddy was so considerate. He knew I hadn't cum. All I wanted was to get him back; to get him making love to me again. I sought only to please him, not caring whether I was satisfied; hoping that would come later. It came sooner. I came sooner. Lol.
After I made him cum, we talked and it seemed only fair when daddy suggested he tie my arms. I expected him to tie me like I had him, but he wrapped his necktie around my wrists with my arms behind my back. He made sure I wasn't in pain or uncomfortable. I was surprised how much it pushed my breasts out making them look so much bigger. It drove daddy wild and he couldn't leave them alone. I never knew my nipples could get so hard.
When he fucked me, the feeling of helplessness was delicious. Bound as I was, I could do nothing as he held my thighs apart and put his cock inside me again. I know I wanted it anyway, but it was a great thrill and made up for not being able to hold him as we made love. But there will be other times.
This afternoon I read on the internet story site that Michelle lost her anal virginity. I had expected to be disappointed if she beat me to it, but I'm not. She isn't real. Nor is her daddy. Mine is. We can share each other bodies whenever we like.
C
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 7 years agoLol, thanks for the story :). I cant imagine it being comfortable laying on your back with your arms tied up behind you! Gotta hurt!!
Tongue lasherover 18 years agoYour tale is every bit as good as the other one getting all the attention. Maybe better since you don't say fudge packing like that one does. Ugh.
Anonymousover 18 years agoa very well written story. it felt so real it could have been true, Keep up the good work
Whisky7upover 18 years agoAuthorThank you for the valuable input. I did state at the beginning the way the story would be told. The dear diary parts are self explanatory and the other changes of voices are clearly separated so I hoped to avoid any confusion that way. I think some stories can benefit from the reader 'hearing' what the individual characters are thinking to themselves, rather than being told by third person. Given the subject of this story, I think it's one of them. It's not a technique I normally employ, but I did use it in the original and judging by feedback received then, it worked well. For the sake of continuity, I did the same for the sequel.
