Met And Bred By My Biological Dad

Met And Bred By My Biological Dad

I had always been intrigued by the idea of having sex with my father. My father had always been a source of fascination for me, his mysteriousness had captivated me. I didn’t know much about him, but he had always been a presence in my life. I knew that he had been estranged from my mother and hadn’t seen him in years.

But all that was about to change. I was about to meet and be bred by my biological dad.

It started with a simple phone call. My father called me one night, out of the blue, and said he wanted to meet me. After a few days of phone calls and emails, we had arranged a time and place to meet.

I was nervous as I drove to the meeting place. I had no idea what to expect. I was hoping for the best, but worried that I might be disappointed. When I arrived, I saw my father standing there waiting for me. He was older than I had expected, but still handsome and tall. We hugged and exchanged a few pleasantries before I followed him in his car to his home.

When we arrived, I was surprised to see how nice his house was. He had decorated it tastefully, with a modern and cozy feel. He showed me around the house and explained to me that he wanted to make sure I felt comfortable. After that, he asked me to follow him upstairs, to his bedroom.

When we arrived, my father immediately began to undress me. He slowly peeled away my clothes, his fingertips lingering on my body. I was embarrassed and excited all at the same time. His touch was gentle but firm and I found myself quickly and easily surrendering to his will.

My father explored every inch of my body, his hands and mouth exploring my most sensitive places. His fingers wriggling inside me, pushing me further and further into pleasure. I felt like I was melting under his touch.

Next, he turned me onto my hands and knees and began to thrust himself deep inside me. His hips moved in a slow, steady rhythm, filling me with pleasure. I felt my body responding to his powerful thrusts, my legs shaking and my breath becoming more and more rapid. He brought me to the edge of pleasure before slowing down and teasing me more and more.

My father kept up his slow and steady rhythm, pushing me up and down into pleasure. His muscles flexing as he moved with me, my body now slick with sweat. I felt myself becoming more and more aroused, the pleasure almost unbearable.

Finally, I felt the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced, radiating from my core. I cried out in pleasure as my father reached his own climax and I felt his hot seed fill my insides.

When it was over, my father lay down beside me, wrapping his arms around me. I felt a warmth wash over me, my body feeling completely satisfied. I had just experienced something so intimate and raw, something I had never felt before.

My father and I stayed in bed for hours, talking and caressing each other. I had never felt so close to someone before, the connection between us instantaneous. We talked about our lives, our dreams, and our fears. We laughed and talked until the sun began to rise.

Our time together ended with my father telling me that he was glad we had met. He said I made him feel alive, like he was ready to take on the world. I could see the love and care in his eyes, and I knew that I had found someone who truly cared for me.

As I left his house that morning, I felt different. I was no longer a child, I was a woman. I had finally met and been bred by my biological dad, and I felt like I was ready for anything now. I knew that things between us would never be the same, but I also knew that I had gained something special from our encounter.