Vicarious Fucking V: Richard Fucks His Daughter

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My descent into depravity began several days after my niece and sister-in-law arrived at my home in England at the beginning of summer. Maria and her mother Lucia had come from Colombia following the death of my brother, Erik, several weeks prior. It was an awful time. Lucia had spent nearly twenty years with Erik in what appeared to have been a happy marriage. Maria adored her father, who had gone out to Colombia as a young man to travel and ended up staying after falling in love with Lucia. When I offered to host Lucia and Maria for several months, I knew I was likely setting myself up for a rather miserable time with these two grieving women.I have to admit that I was slightly apprehensive in the hours before their arrival. Lucia was only in her forties and quite beautiful. She had long, thick black hair, dark eyes and a tanned body that betrayed her Latin origins. Her daughter had a similar face, but had a slimmer figure, lighter hair and the grey eyes of her father. Erik had over the years sent me photos of Maria and I had seen how she had matured into a truly beautiful woman. I was of course acutely aware of the fact that the both of them would be arriving on Maria’s eighteenth birthday. I tried to ignore this fact when I saw the taxi come to a halt outside my house.When I opened the door, I saw that Lucia had been crying. Mascara was smeared down her cheeks and she looked relieved and exhausted when she embraced me.”Richard! Oh, Richard! I am so happy to see you.”I must admit that I felt somewhat aroused by the hug. Lucia’s breasts pressed through her clothes into my chest and I could feel some of her tears falling onto my shoulder.”I’m so sorry, Lucia. These past few weeks must have been terrible. Please, do come in.”As Lucia entered the house, Maria came up to me. I was surprised that she had not been crying. She didn’t appear to be sad at all. Instead, she stood before me, staring intensely into my eyes.”I hope you’re holding up okay, Maria? I know this must be tough.”When she didn’t respond, I looked at the floor and contemplated what to do or say next. Suddenly, I felt her arms around my neck and her face in my shoulder.”Thanks for looking after us, Uncle. I’m so glad to be here with you.”I returned the hug, trying bahis siteleri to ignore the feeling of her small breasts on my chest.”Of course, Maria. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”The rest of the afternoon was relatively normal. The three of us drank some tea, discussed Erik’s life and wished Maria a happy birthday. I was pleased to see how excited Maria was when I showed her the cake I had baked. I did, however, feel slightly awkward when the girl asked me to “feed” her the first slice. Giggling, she said, “Please, Uncle. Just feed me the first bite.”I looked at Lucia.”Oh come now, Maria. This is only what little girls do,” said Lucia.”Who cares?” said Maria. “Besides, Uncle baked it. He should be the one to give me the first taste of his cake.”Maria was sitting on the sofa looking up at me smiling. My eyes involuntarily scanned her tight, pink tank top and the black skirt that stopped just short of her knees. After some hesitation, I cut the cake and sat next to Maria on the couch. I held the fork with a piece of the cake on the end to her mouth. She looked at me and spread her lips wide. Inside, I could see perfect white teeth and her glistening wet tongue. I put the end of the fork in her mouth and she closed her lips and drew them back.”Mmmm, Uncle. This is so tasty. Thank you so much.”As inappropriate as it is to admit, I felt a surge of lust when Maria said this and could feel my ears turning red.”I’m glad you like it, Maria.”When the evening drew in, Lucia retired to her bedroom and I offered to show Maria where she would be sleeping in the other guest room. As I explained where everything was, Maria interrupted me, “Where is your room, Uncle?”I was slighlty taken aback by this and didn’t respond immediately. Glancing at the door, I said, “I’m across the hall. Why?””Just wondering.”I smiled and continued with my explanations. After a few seconds, Maria again interrupted me, “Could I sleep in your bed, Uncle?”I stared at the girl for several moments while I registered what she had said.”I don’t know what to say to that, Maria. Why would you ask such a thing?””You make me feel safe. I like feeling your touch.”I felt my ears turning red again.”Maria, this is highly inappropriate.””I know, Uncle. But it’s my birthday canlı bahis siteleri and I’m sad and I need your company.””Sleeping side-by-side in my bed is out of the question. Your mother would kill me.””She doesn’t have to know. Please, Uncle. It would be fun.””Fun?””Yes, fun. I know you remember me as a little girl, but I’m all grown up now.”She lifted up her tank top to reveal her smooth breasts within a white bra.My heart was beating rapidly in my chest and its pace was getting quicker.”Maria, put your top back on and watch very carefully what you say next.””Uncle, please. I want this. I need this now. It’s my birthday.”She walked up to me, forcing me to step back against the wall.”I’ve never had a man before. But I want one now. I want you. You can do whatever you want with me.”I was fully erect and Maria must have known for she grabbed at my crotch with her thin fingers.”You want this, Uncle.”I looked at her and let my glance fall onto her quivering breasts. I then slapped her hand away and smacked her face.”Stop it! Stop it now, Maria! This is disgusting. How dare you do this in my home!”I stormed out of the room and crossed the hallway into my own. Breathing heavily, I went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Sweat was running down my temples.I tried to focus on the shame and what it meant. I tried to focus on how inappropriate the encounter had been. At the same time, I felt how hard my cock was in my trouser leg. I unzipped and let it spring out in front of me. I told myself to think of something other than Maria to relieve myself of the tension. It didn’t work. The image of her open mouth kept forcing its way into my mind as I stroked myself. When I recalled how she had said “mmmm,” I moaned and felt the cum fire out in several spurts all over the mirror. I cleaned up the mess in disgust and then fell into bed into a deep sleep.The next several days were uncomfortable. Maria refused to look at me and I tried to avoid being alone with her in the same room. Lucia didn’t seem to be aware of what was going on. She was still grieving and spent most of her time in the living room staring out of the window or upstairs in her bed sleeping.Later that week during, a particularly hot afternoon, my cleaning canlı bahis girl Daniela came to the house. I say “girl,” but I should really say “woman.” Daniela was twenty-four and had been cleaning my house several times a week for about four years. Her English was rather poor, but she worked hard. She told me once that she had arrived in England from Romania at age seventeen for work. She also — and I don’t mind saying this — had quite a pretty face and an attractive figure. There are certainly worse maids to look at when you’re having your house cleaned.On this particular afternoon, I had just let Daniela inside when Maria came down the stairs. She had an annoyed expression on her face and her eyes followed Daniela as she went into the living room. When she was out of sight, Maria walked up to me. I immediately felt my heart start to race and my crotch swell.Before she could say anything, I whispered, “Maria, please don’t.””Who’s this? You’re little fuck toy?” she hissed.”This is Daniela. She cleans the house.””Nice face and ass for a cleaning lady.””She does her job well. Now please, leave me alone and don’t even think about acting weirdly toward her.””Why are you such a fucking asshole?” Tears were forming in her eyes.”Maria, please. Just…””Fuck you.”She turned and went into the living room.”Maria!”Inside, Daniela was just starting to wipe the glass surface of the coffee table. Maria stopped next to her. Staring at me, she put her finger in her mouth and pulled it out over the table. The saliva on the soft skin glistened. She bent down and wiped it on the glass surface.”Oops. Sorry. I think you’ll need to clean that up,” she said, turning to Daniela.Daniela frowned at me. I stared at the trail of spittle on the table.”Well, are you going to clean it up or not?” said Maria.Daniela leaned over and wiped the trail away.Maria turned back to me and put her middle finger in her mouth.”Maria, don’t.”Pulling her finger out, she said, “What, Uncle? What’s wrong.””Don’t make another mess.””Don’t you like it when I do that?”She started lowering her spit-soaked finger to the table once more. Just before it touched the surface, I grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the door and toward the kitchen.”Uncle! What are you doing to me?” She was giggling.When we got into the kitchen, I grabbed her slender shoulders and rammed her against the wall.”What the fuck do you think you’re playing at?”Maria smiled.”Oh, Uncle. I do love it when you get angry with me.”

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