I leaned back and I let her go, but she didn’t stop sucking. She kept nursing on my thick cock as it softened.
“Ah, ah, ah,” I said, squirming from the sensitive tip receiving so much attention from her tongue. “Gently, baby, gently. Daddy’s really sensitive now.”
She pulled her lips away, smiling up at me with cum on her chin. She gave my cock another happy lick. “Did I do good, Daddy?”
Oh, babygirl, you did so well,” I said, breathing out.
“Really?” she said.
“Yes. Fuck, yes.”
“Your cum tastes more different than anything I’ve ever eaten.” She wiped the cum on her chin into her mouth. “I like it though.”
I laughed and smiled at her, my eyes roaming over her body again as she stood up. I looked at her pussy as she stood there.
“I, um, I guess I should get dressed.”
I looked away. “Uh, yeah.”
She turned around and started to gather up her clothes, dressing. I stuffed my cock back in my pants and zipped them up, and then I watched her dress. Now that I had cum, the guilt was settling in on me.
“Daddy,” she said, now dressed. “Can I run across the street and talk to Ben? He’s probably upset.”
“Oh, uh, I guess.”
“I’m not gonna tell him what I did. I’ll just say we argued or something.”
“Okay.”
She bit her lip and smiled at me. “You’re a good daddy.”
I rubbed my forehead. I did not feel like a good daddy, not at all. “Don’t stay out too late.”
“I won’t. I’ll be back soon.”
She came over and kissed my cheek. She smelled like cum now. I wondered if Ben would notice. She headed out and I slumped down in my chair.
“What the fuck did I just do?” I said out loud.
I turned in the chair, elbows on the table, head in my hands. I couldn’t believe it. Did it really happen? My little girl, who used to bounce on my knee, was on her knees in front of me, sucking on my cock. I was a monster. Who does that?
“She, she wanted to do it,” I mumbled to myself. “I tried to say no.”
It wasn’t much comfort. I was the adult. She was my daughter. I should’ve known better, but I didn’t stop her. I just let her suck, and I even came in her mouth.
“Fuck. Fuck, what did you do, Owen? You let your little girl suck your cock. Fuck. You idiot.”
I stood up, pacing in the room, thinking through the ramifications of my actions. The light caught my daughter’s chair, and I did a double take. It was wet. I moved closer and reached down, squinting. I slid my finger across the wet spot on the chair, smelling it.
“Oh, fuck.” Pussy juice, my little girl’s pussy juice. I inhaled again. I couldn’t stop myself. I licked. “Fuck.”
God I wanted more. I wanted to taste her delicious pussy juice again, straight from the source. I had honestly wanted to lose that game, to put her on the table and just lick my way between her warm little pussy lips and enjoy her.
And she had been wet. But why? I thought she was humiliated to strip. Or maybe she was turned on by the idea of sucking her boyfriend’s cock. She said she had fantasized about it.
I stared at the chair and then the table, looking a her cards. She had 12 on top, a queen and a two. What was on bottom?
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