Fucking daddy

I haven’t seen my dad in 7 years. After my parents divorced, my mom was so mad, we moved to the West Coast. Last month my mom past away. I stayed with an aunt for the last month to finish school, but now I have to move in with my dad.

I, Natasha, am 16, a petite build, standing 5’1, brown hair and blue eyes. I have a fairly large chest, that drives all the guys crazy at school. It’s annoying most times, but if I’m in the right mood, I love it! After all, I have a huge sex drive that needs to be satisfied often.

My dad, Andre, is tall, skinny, graying hair that makes him look even sexier – like Harrison Ford. He picked me up at the airport and gave the same look most guys give. Since my mom helped me out sexually, I figured it would be no different if he helped me out. Once I saw that he would probably be game with a look like that, I was determined to have him.

When we got back to his place, which I would now call home, I was unpacking my toys when he walked into the room. He just stared at them and walked out. I just smiled to myself and pretended if nothing was wrong. It only drove me to an unbelievable orgasm that night. Thinking of fucking my dad was irresistible; I had to play with myself.

The next morning he was in the kitchen fixing a sandwich. I went to the kitchen to grab a drink box. I “accidentally” dropped it. I bent over to show as much of my chest as possible, but as I came back up, I went slowly and caught his gaze with my eyes. He had been checking me out since I arrived and whenever I caught him, he just looked away so I wouldn’t figure it out.