âWanna help daddy relax before bed?â My father whispered to me as we sat watching television. My mother sitting in the den around the corner at the table correcting papers for her students.
I looked at him and he smiled and then gave me a fake pout.
âPlease? Daddy had a hard day â he said unzipping his pants without even waiting for my response , looking towards then den. He always got more excited when my mother was around. And luckily for me it always got him off quicker.
I didnât like doing it. And Iâm not sure why I let him keep requesting blow jobs from me almost daily. And sometimes more than once a day. But I sighed and moved over closer on the couch and reached over.
âMmmm my pretty girl loves helping her daddy cum doesnât she?â He said. And Iâm pretty sure he knew the answer was no. No I didnât like jerking him off, I didnât like sucking his dick. But it was just easier to cave in than to have him beg and nag until I finally said yes. The quicker I agree. The quicker I could get it over with.
I nodded and took his cock into my hand , looking towards the den as I stroked him slowly.
âGet it wet sweetheart. â he said. âCmon. You know how daddy likes itâ he added and I leaned down and spit slowly. Letting the saliva in my mouth drip down over his cock, my hand moving up and down. My wrist turning my hand as I stroked him slowly, coating his cock with my saliva.
âThatâs it. A little moreâ he said. And I let more of my saliva drip from my mouth to his cock.
I didnât even look at him as I did it. Instead I watched the television while moving my hand, stroking him.
âMmmâ He said quietly. âStroke daddy babyâ âstroke daddyâs cock for him.â
I went a little faster, my wrist still turning my hand around his cock as it moved up and down.
âMmm yeah baby. That feels goodâ he said leaning back a bit more and resting his head back on the couch and without looking placed his hand behind my head and pushed it down to his cock.
âSuck the balls babyâ he whispered.
I made a face of disgust to myself that he couldnât see, and put my mouth on his balls, sucking them as I continued to stroke him.
âMmm good girl. Put them in your mouth baby. Put daddyâs balls in that mouthâŠyessâ he groaned quietly as I sucked the other , and licked them both.
He lifted my mouth from his balls by gently guiding me with a fist full of my hair. Pulling up on it gently to let me know to move. Because he was ready to get sucked.
âOpen wideâ He said. As he did almost every time.
He did have a thick cock. It was a bit above average length but was so thick I could only get about half in my mouth.
I did as he said and opened my mouth as he pushed my head down until his cock as far as it would go. I closed my mouth around it and felt his fingers grip my hair tighter as he groaned and started to pull and push my head up and down on his cock.
âThatâs itâ he whispered. âMmmm thatâs good â
âYea baby. As far as you canâ heâd say as he pushed my head down more. Making me gag on his cock, giving slight thrusts up into my mouth.
The sound of the back of my mouth being fucked coming from the room. But my mother never seemed to notice.
I made a noise. It wasnât a moan but slight noise that let him know it was too much and that I couldnât take anymore. So he stopped forcing my head and let me take over. I used my hand along with my mouth following my hand down, and my hand following my mouth back up. Still cranking my wrist , turning my hand back and forth on his cock.
He groaned and laid his head back. âRelaxingâ.
Thatâs what my job was. To help him relax.
I went faster and sucked the slightest bit harder , my mouth making wet sucking sounds as it popped off his cock and I stroked him faster. Giving my mouth a break.
âMmmmâ He said grabbing my hair, letting me know to put my mouth back on his cock. He wasnât ready to give me a break yet.
I wrapped my mouth back around him and continued to suck his cock. It was much bigger than my boyfriends. And just like my father the only thing Iâd ever done with my boyfriend was oral sex. And sometimes theyâd both finger me. My father did more than my boyfriend.
I never told anyone the things I do for my father or let him do to me. And I never will.
As my father kept my head moving , we both heard the chair scoot across the floor from the table in the den. He pulled my hair up and pushed me quickly away. Pulling his pants up with a quick zip and pushing his shirt down over the unbuttoned waist band. I promptly sat up and sat casually with my arms crossed. Wiping my wet mouth lightning fast with the back of my hand. My heart always felt like it would explode anytime we thought she was coming. Or anytime we heard her pull into the driveway after staying later at school.
I heard my father exhale as her feet went away from us , towards the back door. Both of us hearing it open and shut as she went outside for a cigarette.
My father chuckled to himself and unzipped his pants and took his cock back out.
âThat was close â he said reaching behind my head and making me lean back down.
âGet back to it babyâŠlet daddy hear that mouth suck his cockâ he said as I heard the tv volume lower and the sound of him setting the remote back down on the end table and his other hand made my mouth take his cock in and out. I opened my mouth wide , not closing my mouth around his cock. Allowing him to hear the sound of his cock in the back of my mouth. He groaned and now grabbed my head with both hands and thrusted upwards into my mouth hard making me gag. He did it again and again tiggering my gag reflex and making me choke. Making me feel like Iâd puke. He loved watched me heave , my back arching. Fighting off the urge to throw up. Heâd only actually made me do it twice. Both times he laughed and told me âbaby canât handle daddyâs big dick , can she?â
He stopped before I gagged anymore , and just fucked my mouth instead , only putting his cock in as far as I could take it without gagging.
âGood girl babyâ he groaned. âYouâre so good to daddy â âyes you are ,,,, thatâs my girlâŠ.Ungh yesâŠ.I love my naughty little girl sucking My cock with her mother right thereâŠ..Ungh, fuck yea baby. You gonna make daddy cum in that mouth? â he groaned âsuck itâŠsuck itâŠ.suck itâ He repeated as he does often when heâs about to cum.
âThatâs itâŠ.make me cumâŠ.take it babyâŠ.take my cumâŠâŠdrink it babyâŠ.let daddy give you dessert â
I hated when he talked. I wished heâd just be quiet the entire time until he came. He said things that made me cringe. Especially the dessert line. Heâd used that one multiple times before.
âAre you thirsty baby?â He groaned.
Another of my least favorites.
âYou gonna drink daddyâs cum?â He groaned thrusting up and i felt it shoot into my mouth, continuing to suck him off until I knew he was finished. I wasnât allowed to stop sucking till he said so. So Iâd keep going and going until his hand pushed my head back and away.
I felt his cum pool in my mouth, carefully holding my mouth closed around his cock as he pushed me up and away. Heâd finished and looked to me. I held out my tongue. Showing him. Something he makes me do pretty much every time.
âPlay with itâ he said, as he pulled up his pants and watched me wiggle my tongue and lick my lip, coating them in his cum, holding his load at the front of my mouth, let it drip down over my lip just a little before sucking it back in my mouth and then tilting my head back and gargling it.
I could see him smiling. âMmmm daddyâs favorite. â he said. He liked that he has me trained to do all the things he thought were sexy when going down on him.
A few seconds later my mother came back through the door, we heard her shut it again and the chair scoot back across the floor. We heard a slight sigh and my father slowly turned the volume back up on the tv as I swallowed his cum with a gulp and he grinned and pulled me into him.
Forcing me as always when I blew him on the couch to cuddle up next to him afterwards. I leaned my back against his chest and slid down , the back of my head on his shoulder. After a few seconds of settling back into the show , he slipped his hand down my shirt and into my bra. He often did this , just to have his hand on a part of me that was forbidden. A part of my body a father should never touch on his daughter.
His hand pushed down my shirt on the one side and pushed down the front of my bra as well ,letting my nipple peek out. His finger flicking it. Over and over till it was hard.
He lifted his hand , then brought it back to my nipple with wet fingertips and rubbed his saliva over my exposed nipple. His hand sliding back and forth , and grabbing my breast.
âPut your head in my lap babyâ he said.
I slid down on the couch and laid on my neck. My head over his leg and turned to the tv.
He pulled down the other side of my tank top and bra. I laid there and he was silent as we both watched television. His hand randomly playing with one breast at a time. Rubbing his hand back and forth over both. Occasionally sliding his hand underneath them over my upper torso.
I canât lie. It felt good whenever he touched me. Id always pretend it was someone else. He knew playing with my nipples always got me wet. He loved to play with them until he was sure Iâd be soaked.
If he was feeling generous. Heâd finger me ,But he was lazy. And he didnât usually bother to try and make me cum. Not that I really wanted him to, but⊠I did kind of deserve it after all he made me do for him. I felt disgusting when heâd make me wet. I hated that his hands groping me made me crave his fingers inside me. Not his fingers specifically I suppose. I didnât WANT his fingers inside me. But it has become so natural that I found it easier and easier to be able to close my eyes and picture him as someone else.
My thoughts were side tracked as he grabbed one of my breasts hard and squeezed. He laughed quietly to himself as he felt my body react. I looked up and he grinned looking down as his hand slid over to the other and did the same and have my nipple a tug with his fingers.
âI love touching youâ he whispered. âYour nipples get so hard â he said pulling it harder. My back arched and be let my nipple go. My back arched sharply again as his pinched and pulled the other. I whimpered. It hurt. I didnât respond and watched his eyes look up towards the den as he lifted me from his lap making me sit up and leaned over after making sure the coast was clear.
He took my nipple closest to him right into his mouth as he leaned down. He sucked it hard. I could feel the air from his nostrils breathing against my flesh and the movement of his lips, of his tongue as he thrashed it against the nipple that was vacuumed into his mouth.
I gasped slightly. I hated myself for allowing it. For allowing any of it. But even if it was my fathers mouth,it was a mouth that felt good. As any mouth would. I couldnât help it. I couldnât will my nipples to not be stimulated I couldnât will my pussy to not ache. I couldnât will myself to stop him.
His mouth let out a low growl as he moved his mouth across my chest to the other breast where he ravaged my other nipple next.
âDadâ I whispered grabbing his head , my back arching , my body automatically shoving my breasts into his face for more. He kissed my nipple the flicked his tongue over it and sucked it again. This time bubbling afterwards , pulling on it. I sucked air through my teeth and could feel my heart beating fast in my chest and another heartbeat between my thighs as my pussy throbbed for attention.
I whimpered and then bit my lips closed , but they quickly broke apart as his teeth clamped harder and he groaned as he pulled my nipple with his teeth. I went to go yelp but had managed to silence myself. I squeezed my eyes shut imagining my boyfriend was doing it all.
âI bet your pussy is wet isnât it baby?â He said , his mouth breaking from my nipple , his voice ruining my image of it being my boyfriend and not him.
âYou did such a good job sucking daddyâs cockâŠyou want daddy to put his fingers inside you ?âŠdoes that pussy need some of daddyâs magic touch ?â He grinned.
I hated him. I really did. I hated that he had made this normal. I hated when he talked while touching me. Just do it , I thought. My mind throwing hateful thoughts around. Just shut up and do it. I thought. Stop talking. Stop talking so I can just pretend itâs someone else.
âThatâs okay. Daddy knows you want it. â he said and pulled me over his lap and lifted my skirt , grabbing my panties and pulling them to the side. He wasted no time as he slipped his finger inside me.
I listened to him inhale as his finger sunk into my. My pussy betraying me for the hundredth time. Showing off how wet Iâd become.
âThatâs so wetâ he whispered as his finger pushed up further as far is it could go. I could feel It moving inside me.
I bit my lip as his finger drew itself out , laying over his lap. I felt like such a helpless dumb whore. But deep down I knew I wasnât helpless. And I wasnât dumb. I just was a whore. That was too horny to ever tell him to stop. I felt my ass raise and my one leg slide just a little to allow him to go even deeper as he pushed his finger back in again.
âGood girlâ he whispered. I could feel his finger moving slowly in and out of my wet pussy. He stopped fingering me to rub my clit. My legs spread even wider and he laughed slightly.
âBaby likes that huh?â He groaned quietly. âNaughty girlâ my fingers were curling, grabbing out the couch cushion and his fingers were circling my clit , I could feel my pussy dripping. He had me soaked.
I rocked slightly over his lap , jumping his hand as it rubbed me. Rocking faster and faster till I was pushing myself back and forth against his hand as it rubbed me.
âYeaaaâ he whispered. âMmmm baby likes itâ
I hated him. I had to remind myself. It was his fault. It was all his fault I was like this. Heâd started it. I felt my mouth fall open as I got closer.
âOh my godâ I panted quietly writhing over his lap ,I felt fire through myself. I hated him. I hated myself. I hated that my mother was mere feet away as all of it happened. I hated how many times sheâd been so unaware of what her husband was doing to their daughter. And that she was unaware I never stopped him or even tried to.
âBad. Bad girlâ he said his fingers stroking up and down my wet pussy. Rubbing his fingers in it, making me shiver each time his fingers rubbed over my sensitive clit again.
I was so selfish as I closed my eyes tightly and let him bring me to orgasm. Feeling my body tremble and try to as always keep myself quiet as I came.
âMmmmmmmmmmâ he groaned quietly. âThatâs itâ he whispered. Knowing I was cumming by the way my body was twitching over his lap.
âMmmmâ He said sliding his finger back inside me.
He wasnât lazy today. And he wasnât done.
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