It felt amazing. So amazing, in fact, that I was beginning to get dangerously close to the edge. I was astonished. Her mouth was bringing me to orgasm faster than my wife had ever managed. The risk of getting caught was the only thing stopping it. I wasn’t able to relax enough to make myself cum like this – my heart was pounding with fear of being discovered, causing the world as I knew it to collapse on my head.
Suddenly, I heard from the outer hall:
“I gotta go – there’s coffee on the pot. See you, babe!”
“Yep! See you… Fly safe!”
I heard the door slam. Finally, I could stop my daughter’s crazy antics without fear of her alerting my wife!
I looked down at her. She looked up and locked eyes with me, still slurping away at my rock-hard cock. I had her ponytail in my hand. Literally the only thing I needed to do to make this stop was to pull her off me. Surprised and horrified, I realized … that I couldn’t. Alisha’s beautiful face, her amazing mouth, the sounds she made, the whole situation… it was all just irresistible. My orgasm was building fast, now that it was suddenly safe… and I just couldn’t stop.
“I’m going to…” I groaned, desperately.
Alisha just kept going. If anything, she was getting rougher. More and more insistent. She thrust her head forwards repeatedly, keeping her jaw loose. Eventually, I just relented and let her get what she wanted. I thrust forwards into her mouth and stopped trying to hold back.
“Aaah! Oh… shiiit!” I cried and moaned loudly as I felt it coming.
“Mmmmh!” Alisha moaned happily as streams of thick, gooey cum came gushing out of me and straight into her hungry mouth.
“Fuck… fuck fuck fuck what are you doing to me…” I gasped in between moans of pleasure.
Alisha didn’t move. She just finished me off, keeping my cock firmly in place between her lips, drinking my juices without flinching. It felt like my orgasm lasted for several minutes. When it finally subsided and I started to regain my balance, I experienced the weirdest thing of all:
Alisha suddenly stood up, stepped past me and casually said:
“Thanks, Dad.”
Then she disappeared, going back to her own room, leaving me standing there wondering what the fuck just happened.
Her voice rang in my ears. The electric razor was still going, its buzzing creating a white noise in the background. Thanks? Just like that? Like I just handed her lunch money? My teenage daughter had just sucked me off while her mother was in the next room… and afterwards, she had just wiped her mouth and said thanks?
I put away the electric shaver and stumbled into the shower, still slightly dizzy. As the water ran down over me, I was beginning to think it hadn’t actually happened. That I’d imagined it all. But where would such a fantasy even come from? A family man like me, suddenly fantasizing about being sucked off by his daughter? As a psychiatrist, I could probably write volumes about the meaning of such a daydream.
My body told a different story. The water felt invigorating, but the shivering in my legs and general soreness of my dick were clear evidence of my daughter’s onslaught. I didn’t know Alisha could even do something like this. She’d hardly even been on any dates, much less had any experience with kissing, petting or… sucking… Right?