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I have a bit of a confessional to make. So me and my dad ended up having sex a few weeks ago. If you want to skip over to the sexy times, just look for sexy times.

A bit of background, my mom and dad are divorced. My dad is a realtor and how my mom describes it he had several affairs while they were married. Either way I grew up with my mom, my dad though was a bit of mystery to me. My aunt Jen (not her real name) wanted to mend bridges between me and my dad and invited me to her wedding where her brother, my dad would be.

I know my mom would not be happy with it, but Jen was offering to pay for my flights and stay, and I ended up pleading with my mom until she caved in. I promised not to drink or get into any trouble, and would call her every day to make sure how I was doing. I am 19, and it’s not like I can get into “much” trouble, well alright I could get into a lot of trouble.

Jen’s bachelorette party involved four days in Las Vegas. We did mundane things like the Grand Canyon and Hoover Dam tours, as well as catching a few shows. We did get fitted for our bridesmaid dresses there and it was way more gorgeous and more flattering than the one I was planning to wear.

Mostly though I was not allowed to be anywhere Jen and the rest went since there was a 21 restriction on nearly everything fun or party related. However, one evening for Jen’s bachelorette party they rented a limo and we got drunk and then went to a karaoke place where we sung tunes while one of Jen’s friends kept ordering drinks for me. We mostly sang stuff I had never heard of, and I had cocktails I had also never tried. That was a definite highlight of the bachelorette fun!

We all flew to Miami, Florida for the wedding. This is the first time I had seen my dad since I was like really small. He’s 6’3”, solidly built with a confidence around him. It is so mesmerising to see him glide from social situation to social situation with such smoothness. I mean I really felt like a deer in a headlights talking with him. He listened to me carefully and showed me around as Emily, the daughter of his ex. We had a wonderful time before we had to get our places during the wedding.

After the wedding my dad helped snag a few cocktails for us before dinner. By this time we were having a great time, he was causing me to laugh as he was explaining one of his stories from school or some of the characters he had met as a realtor. Dinner was him being a gracious host as we ended up chatting about our aunt and of course some of the juicier family gossip.

I have to admit I had a few wines, so when it came time after the cake cutting to party, I was happy to join in on the partying. I would dance for a bit before joining him at the table where we would distribute a few glasses of wine. During one of the slow dances I took him by the hand and took him out on the dance floor. It felt so right being held by him as we danced on the side, our bodies touching.

We danced through a second slow song the same way. I could feel the heat radiating off our bodies as we looked into each other’s eyes. I had to stop once the song ended and we went back to our table where we drank more wine. I was laughing at one of his funny stories, holding his hand under the table when they told us they were closing the bar. I was a bit cross since I still wanted to party, but okay my dad and I piled into the taxi back to our hotel.

We took the hotel elevator to his floor. I was on the floor above, and he said if I wanted to I could come in to his room for a nightcap. I was soo tempted to say yes, and I swear I stood there like the first time I saw him like some deer in the headlights before declining his offer. He did give me his hotel number so we could at least go for breakfast together.

I was regretting my decision all the way to my hotel room. I kicked off my heels and found my roommate and fellow bridesmaid already in bed lightly snoring with her sleep mask over her eyes. I tried to open the zipper on my dress and found it stuck!

I wasn’t gonna wake up my roommate for something like this so barefoot I took the elevator to my dad’s floor and hesitantly knocked on his door.

He opened up the door having taken off his tie and a few buttons already open. He asked if I wanted that nightcap after all and said kinda, if he would help me out of my dress. I swear the temperature rose by 10 degrees between us as I stepped into his room.

He poured me a drink from the hotel’s mini bar, mixing it with a coke as I sipped the drink. I had to admit that I was regretting not taking up his offer and also once I finished with my drink could he really help me with my dress. Since, the zipper was actually stuck. I even demonstrated by turning around and trying to tug it down ineffectually.

Sexy times begin here:

My dad took me into his hotel room’s bathroom since it had better light. There he asked me to bend over the sink, while he brushed away my hair to the side, he carefully tried opening the zipper, but he found a bit of the fabric was caught in the zipper pretty tight. He ended pressing his hips into my bottom securely as he fiddled with the zipper, finally after some trying getting it open enough for me to slip out of it.

While this had been going on, I could feel his bulge pressing into me, his cock stiffening between us. All that evening’s flirting and the alcohol and him unzipping my dress just made me so incredibly hot. When what felt like longer than necessary he stepped away enough for me to turn around I looked at him, running my fingers over the collar of his unbuttoned shirt. We kissed.

It was a mad sort of kissing of two people who felt that there was this short period of time. I was reaching down to unbutton his trousers while he was pushing my dress down further, feeling my breasts as he was going along. He picked me up, pulling me into the bedroom. Placing me on the floor as he asked me to take off my dress as he unbuttoned his shirt.

I shimmied out of my dress as he took off his clothes. We stood there for a bit him in his boxers and me in my thigh highs and thong, uncertainty was coming to my mind when he stepped closer touching my cheek only for me to kiss the palm of his hand. He said I was beatiful and with that my hesitations flew away as we embraced our tongues hungry for each other.

He was pulling off my thong as his fingers rubbed along my body. My fingers finding his boxers forcing them down to his knees. We stepped out of our underwear as we worshipped each others bodies. He went down on me, and I remember his tongue eagerly lapping and sucking at me as I came four times! I had never came so many times in one sitting! Then we shifted around and his cock entered me. The intensity of it all caused me to come even more times. We snuggled as he stimulated me even further just with his fingers probing and touching all over my body our tongues meeting again.

We rested for a bit as he called for room service to bring up a bottle of champagne. I hid in his bed as he tipped room service. We ended up drinking quite a bit of champagne as we got rather handsy and well physical with each other. I ended up with a half filled glass of champagne on the table as he railed me from behind. I swear I came only once, but it felt like the longest orgasm ever.

We woke up in the morning as a tangle of two bodies. I felt emotional and confused as I just fucked my dad! As I was trying to get ready to leave he cornered me before I got my dress on, kissing me deeply on the lips. Pressing me against the wall. I just melted as he took me by the hand and led me back to the bed where he did more of those delightful sexual things to me.

We were in the shower, just enjoying the feeling of the water playing between our bodies, his hand was on the small of my back we made love in that shower. It was so enjoyable! We moved back to the bed where we snuggled our damp bodies mixing in with the musk from the sheets from last night. We did it one further time looking in each other’s eyes as we climaxed at different times.

I felt light hearted and giddy as I walked back to my hotel room. My roommate was gone and my phone had a few messages since I missed the bride luncheon at 11 AM. I had no regrets, since what happened between my dad and I was just that magical. We had one more night in the hotel before I had to fly back, and perhaps I’ll talk about what we did at a later point.

We have been sexting since and done a few naughty vid calls!

NSFW: yes

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