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A Blow Job for Daddy

You had better stop now, honey. I don't think it would be appropriate for me to come in your mouth. Maybe you should finish me off with your hand." My beautiful daughter took her mouth off of my cock and smiled up at me. "Well, Dad, it wouldn't really be a blow job unless you came in my mouth, and it isn't like it would be my first time. I've sucked off at least ten guys." "Well, if you really want me to," I said. Knowing that I was close and ready to come at any time, she sucked enthusiastically. Damn, she was good. I had never had such incredible head. She didn't bat an eye when I started shooting. The load had been simmering in my balls for three days and was enough for two men, yet she swallowed it with ease. "That was great, Dad. You have the biggest cock I've ever sucked and you gave me the biggest load I've ever had. Yum-yum!" I suppose I should explain how my daughter came to be on her knees sucking me off. Eighteen-year-old Carol had just finished her freshman year at a prestigious Ivy League school and was home on summer vacation. It cost me a fortune to send her to that school, but some of my investments had paid off so I could afford it. I wanted only the best for her. I had divorced my bitch of a wife two years previously. She was impossible to live with after she became an alcoholic. The experience left my psyche so scarred that I avoided women like the plague. My sex life, consisting exclusively of voyeurism and masturbation, could best be described as ...

... unhealthy. Shortly after Carol came home, I received a mail order I had placed for several porno tapes. I always broke in new tapes with lengthy masturbation sessions, so I loaded the tape into the VCR, stripped off my clothes, and stretched out on my bed. In Carol's absence, I had become very careless about closing my door. It was several inches ajar so that anyone passing by would see what I was doing. I don't know how I could have been so careless. Perhaps subconsciously I wanted to get caught. I stroked the length of my greasy cock as I watched several men and women mate in some very imaginative ways. I had been at it for about twenty minutes when a voice from behind my right shoulder said, "Dad, do you want some help with that?" I believe I may have had a very brief out-of-body experience at that instant. "Wow, look at them go at it," she said, as she pointed at the screen. "Now those people have the right idea. I sure would love to be in that pile with them." I quickly covered myself with a pillow, but the harm had already been done. "Dad, you don't have to be ashamed of masturbating. Sometimes I get so horny I rub my pussy raw. I would be glad to lend a hand. You've done so much for me that the least I can do is help you get your rocks off." If I hadn't been so unbearably horny, I would have sent her on her way and there would not be a story to tell, but my cock was doing my thinking for me. I didn't want to seem too eager and waited a couple of minutes before responding. "I'm ...