Anna's Shorts: The bimbo pill - Sex Stories

Anna's Shorts: The bimbo pill

... the pleasure I heard in his voice encouraged me to take it up a notch. I felt the tip poking the back of my neck, but I knew I couldn't stop there, so I forced my head down further, feeling his cock force itself down my esophagus. I knew I wouldn't be able to last long, and that I'd need to pull back to breathe. The way daddy moaned in pleasure made me disregard my own need to breathe, so I started to bob my head up and down, impaling myself on his lovely cock.

At first, I moved my head slowly. Dad's shaft was so hard that I needed to let my throat adjust to its thickness, and as I took more and more of his cock down my throat, it felt like it swelled and became larger and larger.

Deepthroating dad's cock brought back the tingling sensation in my pussy, and the feeling reminded me of what I had felt when I watched the bimbo-clip last night. The tingling sensation quickly grew, and I brought down my free hand inside my pyjama pants. I could feel the wetness in my pussy increasing, and I tried to moan as I pushed my index finger between my pussy lips. All I managed to produce though was a gurgling sound, my moans muted by dad's lovely cock filling me beyond what I thought was possible.

Glug, glug, glug..

I moved my head faster and faster up and down dad's cock, and I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on not gagging. Fuck, this was better than anything I had ever felt before, and I pushed another finger inside me. A part of my brain was telling me that I was ...

... getting light headed from lack of breathing, but my whole body was tingling with arousal, and I couldn't bring myself to stop what I was doing, even for a second.

GLUG GLUG GLUG...

I didn't need to look up at dad's face. His moans were getting louder and louder, and I knew I was doing good. Knowing that my dad was enjoying my blow-job fueled my arousal further, and I wanted to scream in pleasure.

Suddenly I felt two strong hands grab my head and pull me up, dad's cock abruptly being pulled away from my throat and then my mouth. I coughed at the same time as drawing in a few deep breaths of much needed air into my poor lungs. The relief of being able to breathe again was quickly replaced by a sadness from not sucking dad's cock, and I looked up at dad's face to see if he was disappointed in me for some reason. Why else would he stop me from sucking his cock?

His cock stood hard and proud, looking straight up. It looked positively throobbing, and it took an effort of will to tear my eyes from the lovely thing. I looked deep into dad's eyes, but there was no disappointment there. All I could see was a burning desire.

"Did I do good, daddy?" I asked, just to make sure I wasn't reading him wrong, and dad merely chuckled and nodded.

"You did good, but don't forget to breathe, princess," dad said, his voice thick with lust. I nodded, smiling wide at how considerate he was. Again, he was right, I had let my arousal make me forget to breathe. Silly goose.

I opened my ...