Can my daughter's holes be my absolution? 2

His first instinct was to look away. He kept telling himself that he would. He just needed a moment to gather his wits. The longer he stood there, staring in wonder and despair, the more his dick hardened against his will.

"Lord have mercy," he said, his hand reaching for the bulge in his pants as Mark watched Stella's body arch, her toes curling in pleasure.

"Daddy, yes, yes, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me like you fuck mom. Please daddy," Stella cried out, her eyes bugging out of her skull as she thrashed about on the bed. "Don't stop. Don't stop, please."

Shame flooded Mark as he unbuckled his pants and reached into his pants.

He was supposed to guide Stella's soul, during this trying time, not lust after her young, freshly divorced body. Fuck, he was hard though.

"Lord, give me strength. Forgive my straying wife. I will find a way to fuck the sin out of her," he prayed silently, but the sight of Stella's breasts bouncing slightly with each thrust of her hand, her moans growing louder, made the erection im his hand throb painfully.

Anger and resentment got the better of him, mingling with the suppressed lust of a month without sex.

"God, baby girl, you're so beautiful. But daddy can't fuck you, baby," Mark seethed through gritted teeth, but his fist was slowly wrapping around his dick, pumping his aching cock.

It would serve Lola right if he fucked Stella's pussy. Mark was a generous lover. All he asked for was a month to worship the lord without temptation. How easily his wife had strayed. It destroyed his peace of mind.

So much so, that he just couldn't stop watching Stella. Even after she came and her spent, little body just laid there, gorgeous and perfect and breathless.

"God, daddy, you're too sweet to fuck me, aren't you? Mom's a bitch. Her pussy doesn't deserve your devoted dick," Stella cooed, all but drooling as she started playing the sex tape again.

He watched for what felt like an eternity, his breath shallow as his fist tightened on his dick.

Mark wanted to punish his wife, but he couldn't fuck his vulnerable daughter.

"It's just not right, baby. Daddy loves you so much," he groaned, his hand trembling as he forced himself to stop jerking his dick.

Guilt warred with the primal urge to step forward and replace her fingers with the dick she kept begging for. Instead, he finally looked away, took a step back and let sadness descend on himself.

On and on his daughter continued to masturbate in his bed, until Mark could stand it no longer.

Finally, the shame of desiring her won out enough to propel him into action. He marched into his bedroom, dick still stiff and aching in his pants.

"Stella! What in God's name are you doing, you sinful child?" he bellowed, his face red with righteous anger and unwanted desire.

He would not stray. Lola's adultery did not give him the right to indulge in his daughter's juicy, wet pussy.

Enough. Even his thoughts were sinful.

"Fuck, daddy. You're home early," Stella cried out, grabbing onto the sheets to cover up.

Yes, she still had some shame. Daddy didn't know the truth. It would stay that way. He didn't deserve the heartache. Her eyes trailed down to the tent in his pants and she gulped. Fuck, he had a fat dick. She needed to fuck so badly. One time was fair, wasn't it?

Mark grabbed the phone, the video still playing his grunts of pleasure as he came inside Lola last month. The video had been her keepsake, so she could get through the sexless nights. Evidently, she hadn't needed it. Only now did it occur to Mark that Lola would have indulged in sin one way or another. Had it not been adultery, it would have been masturbating.

"This is my house. My bed. I can come home whenever I want to. What on earth are you doing, child?" Mark ranted.

Stella yelped, yanking her hand from her pussy under the sheets. She continued to gawk at her daddy's hard dick in his pants. Mark's gaze went to her fingers emerging in the air, shiny with her juices.

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. His groin ached with need.

"Daddy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to see," she stammered, her body still buzzing with insatiable need, her pussy aching for more.

Dick. Daddy's dick. That was what she needed. Not her fucking fingers. Vengeance burned bright in her core. It took everything in her not to lunge at him and dig his dick out of his pants.

Mark's eyes flickered to the wet spot on the sheets, then back to her face, his cock now fully hard and straining.

"This is unholy. Masturbating is a sin, and to that tape? To your own stepfather? Get dressed. We're going to see your Uncle George. He'll help save your soul from this wickedness," Mark demanded, eager to get Stella out in public, lest he defile his own daughter.

But Stella couldn't take it anymore. She needed that dick. She just had to shoot her shot. If she made him hard, maybe she could get more out of her daddy.

Stella had Mark's pants down to his knees before he could say another word. He glared at her, tongue tied and heartbroken, his mouth too dry for words.

"Just a little suck, daddy. Just, let me make it up to you," she pleaded, taking his dick into her shaking hands, her heart pounding with nervous excitement as the sheet fell away.

"M-make it up to me? You know sucking dick is a sin t— Lord, have mercy," Mark hissed, doing his best to sound authoritative as his daughter popped his dick into her mouth.

"Relax, daddy. I'm just horny. So are you. Like what you see, daddy? It's perfectly natural," Stella cooed as she swirled her tongue round and round the tip of Mark's dick.

Mark was so mesmerized by the sight of his daughter's young plump lips wrapping around his dick, that he faltered once more.