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A Blow Job for Daddy

... afraid you might be disgusted by it, honey," I said. "No way, Dad. I've been jacking guys off since seventh grade. I love doing it. Please let me jack you off. It would be the biggest thrill of my life." I never actually gave her verbal consent; I simply moved the pillow aside. She sat next to me on the bed. When her soft hand encircled my cock, electricity seemed to course through my body. It had been two years since my cock had been stroked by someone else's hand. "This is really a beauty, Dad. I've never seen one this big except in porno. It is a shame that this thing is going to waste. You need to find a girlfriend to use this thing on. This fucker must be at least nine inches long. Wow! Now you just relax, watch the people fucking, and I'll do the rest. This is going to be fun for both of us." It seemed like a dream that I would wake up from at any moment. i****t was for rednecks in trailer parks, not for well-educated, refined, successful men like myself. Yet I did nothing to stop her. My brain, filled with eighteen years of academic schooling, shut down and my cock took over. The evil one-eyed monster was doing all of my thinking for me. It was obvious that my daughter knew her way around a cock. Her stimulation of the ultra-sensitive band of nerves just behind the head caused my legs to jerk like frog legs in a frying pan. I nearly went over the edge when she lowered her head and dropped a mouthful of warm spit on my cock to lubricate it. It was impossible to take ...

... in everything that was happening on the screen. A dozen people were involved in a variety of sex acts - gay, straight and everything in between. "You really have good taste in porn, Dad," Carol said. "That bitch with the strap-on is really hot. Did you know that I like girls, too?" My daughter's shocking revelation was the straw that broke the camel's back and my cock became a fountain. I came so hard that a gob of jism landed on my cheek. "Wheee, that's it, Daddy, fire away!" She jacked me almost painfully hard. My cum-cannon fired a volley all over my chest and belly. It was an orgasm unlike any that I had produced with my own hand. My daughter's gleeful reaction made it all the more intense. She continued jacking me even after the fireworks ended. "Damn, Daddy. I've never seen anything like that before. You should be making porno movies. You came like a fucking horse!" Carol brought a towel from the bathroom and dried me. "I'll be glad to do you every day, Daddy. Even two or three times a day. As many as you need." As she dried my cock, it began to harden. "My, my, what have we here? Daddy, you really are a lecher. It looks like I'm going to have to beat you off again." She didn't touch my cock that time. Instead, she jacked me through the soft cloth. She giggled as the towel slid up and down my shaft. I managed to last five minutes or so, then the cum that had been left in my balls after my first orgasm shot into the towel. After Carol left, I vowed that I would have no ...