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Daddy's Freeuse Babygirl

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Chapter 6: Freeuse Agreement Begins

Incest Sex Story: Chapter 6: Freeuse Agreement Begins - Coming home early, 21-year-old Emma catches her powerful salt-and-pepper father cheating on the family truck in the garage. Shock quickly turns into forbidden heat. What starts as confrontation becomes total surrender. Emma offers herself as Daddy’s freeuse secret wife — used anytime, anywhere in the house, even while Mom is just feet away. Risky creampies, throat fucking, naked-all-day rules, kitchen counter poundings, and work-from-home desk blowjobs during Zoom calls.

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Reluctant   Romantic   Heterosexual   True Story   Cheating   Incest   Father   Daughter   BDSM   DomSub   MaleDom   Rough   Spanking   Anal Sex   Cream Pie   Exhibitionism   First   Massage   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Petting   Pregnancy   Voyeurism   Public Sex   Size   Nudism   Slow   AI Generated  

Sunlight filtered through the blinds of my childhood bedroom, warm and golden, but the real heat was between my thighs—sticky, dried remnants of Daddy’s cum from last night still clinging to my skin. I’d slipped back here after he filled me in his bed, heart racing while Mom stirred downstairs, his thick load leaking down my legs as I tiptoed across the hall. Now the evidence had dried into a faint crust along my inner thighs, a secret reminder that pulsed with every shift of my body. Guilt twisted sharp in my chest—this was my father, the man who used to read me stories and fix my scraped knees—but the addiction was stronger. I replayed his words on loop: You’re my real woman now. The way he’d looked at me in the mirror, eyes locked while he claimed me deep and raw. My pussy fluttered at the memory, already growing wet again beneath the crust of his release. I was supposed to feel shame. Instead I felt owned. Desired. Addicted.

The sound of the shower running in the hall bathroom pulled me fully awake. Mom was already up, humming some old song under the spray, water rushing through the pipes like a curtain between us. Downstairs I heard the clink of a coffee mug—Dad making breakfast, acting normal while the house still smelled faintly of last night’s sin. My phone lay on the nightstand. Fingers trembling with equal parts fear and thrill, I unlocked it and typed the message that had been burning in my mind since I swallowed him in the study and rode him to creampie in his bed.

Last night changed everything. I’m yours now. Freeuse – use me anytime you need, no asking, no waiting. I’m your good girl.

I hit send. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I could feel it in my throat. The little delivered check appeared instantly. I waited, breath shallow, thighs pressing together around the dried mess between them. What if he said no? What if he regretted everything?

His reply popped up in seconds: Babygirl ... are you serious?

Then a thumbs-up emoji. Simple. Decisive. My stomach flipped with electric heat.

Footsteps on the stairs—quiet, deliberate, nothing like his usual heavy work boots. He was coming. The old rule we’d always had—”knock first”—was about to shatter forever. The door opened without a sound. Dad stepped inside, still in his morning sweatpants and nothing else, salt-and-pepper hair tousled, broad chest rising fast. His eyes locked on mine, dark with morning hunger and something deeper, possessive. He didn’t speak. Just closed the door softly behind him and crossed the room in three strides.

I was still lying in bed wearing only his oversized T-shirt—the same one I’d worn into his room last night. The sheet was light over my bare legs. He grabbed the edge and pulled it down in one smooth motion, exposing me completely. Cool air kissed the dried cum on my thighs. His gaze dropped there, flaring with raw approval at the sight of his mark still on me. No words. He hooked strong hands under my knees, spread my legs wide, and climbed between them on the bed.

His morning wood was already rock-hard, thick and flushed, the head glistening with a fresh bead of precum. He lined up without hesitation and pushed inside me in one long, steady slide—raw, deep, straight into the slick mess of last night’s creampie. The wet, filthy sound of his cock churning through his own dried load made my cheeks burn and my pussy clench hard around him. He was thicker in the morning, stretching me perfectly, the remnants of yesterday making every inch glide smoother, wetter, dirtier.

 
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