My name is being called “bitch,”, but it was my daughter who was the real bitch.
My daughter is a drinker as well. When she drink,, she’s angry. She returns home and smacks her mom and sister. She’s the biggest bully. Every weekend she’s partying and when she returns home, and screams at the house and, even more so, if she’s hungover, which she can cure by drinking more alcohol. Recently, she came home, and as I was awake and I was compelled to speak to her about her behaviour. She came in like she was drunk, incoherent, and rude and irritable, so I brought her to our living space. “Brigette you have to stop this!” My daughter stared at me as if she were the one who was rude. “You’re a bitch dad who doesn’t get along with grandpa and mom, it’s YOUR JOB, and then you’re that you are trying to be a bitch with me is a good idea? I don’t think that way, do you?” She stayed for a couple of minutes, bitching this and bitching that, “I’m not gonna be all of your chums, Brigette, you need to rest now and we’ll do it again later in the day.” It was furious when I got up and headed to the stairs. “Make me.” She is pushing me down again “Come on BIIITCH, make me!” Brigette stood on me and pinned her weight on me. “What do you mean, Brigette! ?” I try gettin up, but she’s got my shoulders pinched, “Come on Bitch get up, move me and get me into my bedroom.” She is threatening me by pressing her forehead into my own, and blowing her horrible drunk breath on my face. “Brigette please, you’re drunk and I’m not trying to hurt you… GET OFF NOW!” My words didn’t bother her. She then pinched my shoulders to my chest a bit more strongly and then utilized her hips to secure around my waist. “Mmm.”
Brigette stopped talking and began shifting her hips around, then back and forward. “This girl is humping my and It was my thought, “Brig… what’s the matter? …” she did? “, she shook a hand to slap me?” I was slapped! “Shut down, or force me to go into my bedroom. To be honest, I did not have any more fights in her. She was exhausting. I sat on the floor and let her work on me for approximately twenty minutes. I’m not sure if it wasn’t a good experience for me, however every so often I’d hear “Yesss, yess bitch!” and then I would lost it. I believe that at the point where the girl stopped speaking and began moaning, my dick got rough. I know that’s the reason she fell off as her rock turned into forced pumps, which smashed my head and dick into her vulva. When she got back, to a halt, she ran towards the kitchen, while I sat in the kitchen, fully upright and puzzled about what had transpired. I gathered myself up and slept. Every weekend, this became an established routine, but less about the snarky remarks. she was just looking to take her stones off. I did nothing about it as I was getting used to the experience. Nearly every Saturday night on Sundays, she’d arrive back in a tiny dress or whatever and then dry hump me until she came back a few times. I thought this was more secure than me cheating or having a sleepover with a rando during the nights she was sexy, therefore this was the right option.
The other night Brigette returned home in the most daring gown I’ve seen. it could be an lingerie dress or a tank top It barely covered anything. It was a see-through red Chinese-style dress. Also, the fact she put an underwear that was lacy and black underneath it, was beautiful whoreish. I must admit that I was not sure how much time I would be able to endure this. Occasionally, her puddles would soak into my pajama or boxer shorts and I began to crave Brigette. Dear Lord. It was true that dear Lord she was more drunk than usual nights, and walked right up to me. “Say Daddy,” …” she’s straddling me, “Fuck me?” My mouth sank “Honey I’m sorry, this is just way too much. It’s a bit too much, you should sleep the whole thing off.” I’m sure you’ll think I’m crazy but I’m still her daughter. She clearly didn’t look at me in that way “Riiiight, because you’re a bitch.” Brigette begins working on me as usual until my dick became tough, and as soon as she felt it, she whipped it up and laid down on it. The blood swam from my head and into my cock. “Ahh fuck Brigette, baby… nooo, fucuuuck!” My daughter was playing with me like a pro and instead of pining me down, she put my hand on her soft B-cup breasts. I took the initiative and leaned over and began sucking them through her red, thin dress. “Ahhh yeah, you can do that I’m here! …” she grabbed some of my palms, and then pushed them across her cheeks. She then put some of my hands inside her groin. Completely shocked because I’m discovering that my daughter isn’t just a horned dog but one with a frightful personality. Brigette begins to sway on my finger and dick her pussy juices are rich and creamy, like hot liquid It was a complete blow to my head.
I turn her around and lay her back on the bed “Daddy’s no bitch baby.” I begin beating her pussy with all the rage she’s accumulated over the past couple of weeks. The vagina is snug and warm that I could stay in it. “Ahhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!’ She didn’t expect eight inches of fat penis inside her womb, but she does that she is pregnant. Her loud groans and snoring have me enthralled and I’m unable to keep my tummy in place any longer. “This little slut is going to clog the whole inside of you! You drank a tiny in slut! …” I am fucking her until her moans turned into screams. I tried to cover her mouth, but it wasn’t working the only idea I could think of being able to touch her. I made a move to kiss her and we were completely wrapped in each other, the tension slowed down, and we went from fucking, to making an intense bond. We’re rubbing and groping one and trying to figure out ways to get closer, If I could get deeper within her, I would. “Oh Dad I’m sorry, I’m sorry. …” The apology she made for her has made me love her more, and made me work more forcefully pushing my tip into her cervical. “Daddy’s gonna cum, I’m gonna cummm baby… Ahhh fuck, yesss, fuck yes!” I slowly push into her vagina in a nice and force her fluids to pour out across my facial hairs.
Brigette as well as I used to have a fling every weekend After that, my wife was skeptical at first, but after I offered her an small amount more affection, she started to back off. I’m sure she has doubts about women’s instincts and all, however, we’re now finding new locations to fuck like the kitchen. My daughter is obsessed with the cuck fantasies while her mom is asleep but I’m guessing “Im a Bitch” because it’s not safe. Brigette has slowed down on the alcohol consumption a lot, as did and her mother(Taylor) along with me were looking forward to celebrating however the birthday of Brandy’s (my oldest) 10-year birthday celebration is coming up, and we’re headed to Disneyland and we may be able to celebrate everyone, do you think?
