My dad is about to fuck my brains out. I smiled hugely.He spit and rubbed the head of his cock. I was dying of the anticipation. I rubbed my clit. He ...moved my hand away and started rubbing his cock on my pussy. Making me even more wet. He placed the head at my pussy hole, and waited. He looked at my face, anxious, and waiting. He smiled. "You know I've always had a fantasy about fucking my daughter." I smiled too. As we smiled he plunged his cock in my pussy. Balls deep. It made me scream in. Without his eyes leaving me, he slowly rolled up the sleeves of his blue shirt, revealing muscled forearms laced with tattoos. Not such a clean-cut husband type after all, then. He crossed so that the distance between us disappeared, our faces only a hair’s breadth from each other. I could smell him, expensive cologne and something else, something manly and indescribable. The terror was still there, but so was a deep, feral desire for this man. My cunt was tingling in anticipation. Staring at. All I care about is the gentle thrusting of this machine. The machine is not done. I hear the hum grow louder. The first time it sped up it was almost undetectable, not so with this one. I am torn back to Earth as the machine now matches Brian’s pace. The rhythmic push and pull of the machine is replaced by an aggressive thrusting. The machine treated my hole as sacred, now it sees me for who I really am, a slut begging to be satisfied. I move closer to my orgasm, but I still cannot make it. It was over, she had her husband`s mark!More antiseptic, and she was able to sit up then return the cool knickers, ease up the stockings reclip them to her suspenders and still a little misty eyed, thank the man, before departing arm in arm with her very aroused husband, the unaccustomed ring feeling strange against her most intimate area. The little ring soon became settled in her body, back at home the tiny thing during their sexual trysts, enhanced the feeling, added to the joy, it being.