"The truth is rarely pure and never simple." - Sex Stories

"The truth is rarely pure and never simple."

... contented slumber. **** Epilogue: I awaken standing strong and proud in your hand. With blurry eyes and half closed lids, I watch you stroke me. Nimble fingers travelling up and down the entire length. Your pretty little head inching closer, until you land a tender smooch right on the tip. You follow it up with more of the same, all the way down until you reach my scrotum and playfully take each testicle into your mouth, giving them a gentle suck. You stare intently at me, directly into my eyes, wanking me slowly and deliberately. Your face is serene and placid before you part your succulent lips and close them around my impatiently waiting penis. You do not break eye contact for even the briefest moment, as you work me with your immaculate mouth. You take me long and deep, using your dexterous tongue to breathtaking effect. You consume me hungrily and greedily. My eyes roll back. You devour me completely and wholly. I grab a pull at the bed clothes. Your head moves with intense fervency, your eyes are focused and concentrated on the task at hand. I grit my teeth and spew forth a gush of hot, thick, salty ejaculate. You slurp and swallow, welcoming every droplet with visceral pleasure. As I catch my breath and float steadily back to earth, your face is alight with glee, the intense joy of a job well done. "Good morning, Daddy," you smile sweetly and snuggle up beside me, with your head resting on my furry chest. "Good morning, Angel. That was amazing, thank you." "That's ...

... alright, Daddy. I really wanted to taste your cum before I leave." "Leave? I thought I was going to have you for a few days." "No, Daddy. I have to be back at school the day after tomorrow. My flight is this afternoon." I say nothing, but my disappointment is palpable. We lie together in reticence for some time, neither one of us moving. Eventually you disturb the uncomfortable silence. "I'm hungry, Daddy. Make me breakfast?" "Of course, Princess," I say and climb out of bed. I slip on my dressing gown, tie it at the waist and head to the kitchen. Frying pan, on the stove. Kettle, boiled. English muffin, cut and under the grill. Rashers of bacon, sizzling until crisp. Tea, brewed in a small pot. Butter, on the toasted muffin and in the pan. Eggs, cracked and scrambled. A dollop of crème fraîche. A pinch of coarse sea salt. A twist of freshly ground black pepper. You appear in the kitchen. hot pictures from this moment --> goo.gl/cGbzRb Entire industries exist to make women look their best and achieve their full physical potential. Fashion, hair, cosmetics, plastic surgery, spas etc. None of them have ever come close to matching the astonishing beauty I see before me right now. Makeup removed and fresh faced, hair tied back casually, wearing my white shirt from the night before. I gaze at you, unable to find words, unable to find my voice. "What's the matter, Daddy?" you ask as you sit down. "Nothing, Sweetie," I reply placing your plate in front of you and pouring the tea. "Mmmm, ...