“Come on,” I said. “I’m just curious.”
She sighed. “Fine. I admit, when I wasn’t trying to swallow piss, it was kind of fun.”
“Fun?”
“Yes.”
“Did it turn you on?”
“Daddy, please, you’re embarrassing me,” she said.
“Your pussy was soaked when I licked it.”
“Oh my god. It was soaked because I am hot and sweaty and I probably peed myself a little. So you were tasting piss, and you liked it, weirdo.”
“Or sucking my cock made your cunt soaking wet.”
She shook her head at me. “I’m not going to admit I liked sucking daddy dick, so give up now.”
I chuckled. “Okay. Did you like sucking Keith dick?”
She rolled her eyes. “Maybe.”
“So you like sucking cock, just not daddy cock?”
“This is a messed up conversation.”
“Did you?” I asked.
“Yes, fine, yes. I liked sucking his cock. I wanted it to last longer, but he came quickly.”
I smirked. “I can’t cum from a blow job.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Really?”
I nodded. “Never have been able to. If I fuck and put it in your mouth just before I cum, I can cum like that, but just straight blow job, it’s impossible for me.”
She looked intrigued. “Why?”
I shrugged. “Dunno. I need pussy to cum.”
“Daddy, you’re so filthy.”
“Sex makes you uncomfortable?”
“Well, talking to you about it does.”
“Can you talk about this sort of thing with your girlfriends?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“So, try to talk to me about it.”
“Why?” she asked. “Why would you want to know what turns your daughter on?”
“I like to know things about you, even that. And we cracked open a door that is normally closed between a daddy and daughter, and now I’m a little curious to peer inside. Aren’t you?”
“I guess I’m a little curious.”
I nodded. “So, peer inside. Ask me a question.”
She stared at my cock for a moment. “You said earlier Mom didn’t like your cock. Why not?”
“Sex was painful for her. Every time we fucked, she’d scream and fight. I’d try to go slow, but she just didn’t enjoy it. We had sex less and less, and she appreciated women more and more.”
“Oh,” she said. “So that’s why mom turned into a lesbian. You broke her pussy.”
I chuckled. “I suppose.”
She bit her lip and nodded. “I guess I can’t blame her. I mean, Daddy, you do have a big cock. Not all girls like that.”
“What about you?” I asked.
“Daddy… Oh, god. I don’t know. I’ve never had any cock inside me.”
“And nothing else inside you?” I asked.
She covered her face with one hand. “I guess I have had other things inside me.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“Daddy…”
“Come on. We have nothing better to do with our time. Tell me.”
She looked guilty. “Wanna know a secret?”
“Of course.”
“I hate cucumber.”
“But you always ask for it when—oh, my god. You make me buy you cucumber for your pussy?”
She blushed and nodded.
“So,” I said, “All those times you sent me texts, ‘Daddy, pick up cucumber for salad. Daddy, we’re out of cucumber again. Daddy, the last cucumber was too small, bigger next time please.’ All of it was going in your pussy?”
“Yeah,” she said shyly. “But they’re one-time use, you know? I can’t put it in there and then clean it off and put it back.”
I chuckled. “Why not?”
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