“Just a moment, Mom…. hang on…”
My daughter looked down at me. She had an intense, almost angry expression on her face. In a raspy, growling voice, she commanded:
“Make. Me. Cum.”
Then she grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me in between her legs, demanding I finish the job. I did as she said. The outer lips… the inner lips… the clitoris… they all received the attention of my mouth. It became so intense that I hardly managed to breathe. Just a minute later, Alisha stood in the couch with her legs wrapped around my head, shaking uncontrollably.
“Okah… Mom… okay gotta go bye…”
I heard her throw the phone down and felt both of her hands on my head. Her shuddering was getting stronger and her voice more desperate.
“Make me cum! Daddy, I’m… oh… MAKE ME CUM NOW!”
I knew better than to change anything when she was this close. I just kept doing exactly what I was doing, taking her over the edge and enjoying the taste of her juices leaking out as her pussy twitched in orgasmic cramps. I slurped up the delicious fluids and held her ass in my hands, drinking from this young woman’s sex.
Eventually, she fell backwards off the couch and landed on her ass on the floor. She gasped for breath and laughed.
“Woooh! That was amazing! Woah, I can barely stand…”
She took the shoes off to make it easier to walk. Then, on unsteady legs, she summoned herself and tiptoed back upstairs.
“Thanks, Dad!” she said and gave me a wave as she disappeared.
I could hardly believe it. Not just that she had made me eat her out, but that after such an incredibly hot encounter, she left me there, sitting alone on that couch with the biggest, hardest erection ever. Thanks? That’s all?
It took me several minutes to compose myself. Then I finally moved over to the kitchen to wash my face, seeing as my chin had gotten all sticky with my daughter’s juices. I continued making dinner, slicing up some bread to go with the stew. Half an hour later, I shouted up to Ali that dinner was ready, even though my mind was on anything other than food. I was still horny. Part of me wanted to jump her as soon as she came downstairs again. When she did, though, she once again seemed completely normal, looking and acting as if the tryst on the couch had never happened.
I felt a little awkward as we ate, but Ali didn’t seem phased at all. We talked about school and the latest news – her behavior revealed no indication that she had just gotten eaten out by her own father. It also occurred to me that I was in for a pretty big case of blue balls. This wasn’t going any further tonight, apparently, and Ava had to get an early night.
Okay, I’d have to live with it. I’d had two orgasms yesterday, so it’s not like I was starving. Still, getting worked up like this and then not be given satisfaction… man, that smarts. I did some dishes and tidied up, then I went to watch T.V. for a couple of hours to take my mind off things. By the time Ava came home, I had pretty much managed to reset.
“Hey, babe, I’m home!” my wife called from the door as she entered.