Not So Shy Daughter - Sex Stories

Not So Shy Daughter

I was sitting in my black undies when daddy came into my room. He had a towel around his waist, but the bulge sticking out in front clearly showed his intention. 'Mariel', he stammered, as the towel fell and showed the full extent of his erection, as it bobbed up and down with every step, as he advanced to where I sat on the edge of my bed. I reached up and took him in my hand, and my mouth covered its bulbous head, as he thrust unceremoniously into my throat, my tongue swirling like crazy around the glans, as a sucked hard on the head, his balls smacking into my chin. A few thrusts and I felt the f***e of the first ejaculate hit my tonsils, I took a deep breath and relaxed my throat muscles, pushing forward and feeling daddy's pubes on my mouth and nose, my curved tongue forcing his cock against the roof of my mouth, as he jerked into me, his cum going straight down my throat. He collapsed over me, as I relaxed my mouthing, daddy had cum into my willing mouth, his thick semen trickled down my trachea, like the thick couch syrup, he spooned into my mouth whenever I had a bad throat. I can remember sucking the spoon after the dosage, and how we would playfully tussle on the bed as he tried to retrieve the spoon, that was seven years ago, when I was eight, now the spoon was his cock, and my teeth purposely grazed his shaft as he slipped from me, there was less tussle, but clearly more pleasure, his ejaculate nestling comfortably into my stomach could attest to that. 'Sorry ...

... babe', he said quietly, now his lust had abated, the shame of putting his cock into his daughters mouth for a low-job, kicked in, but as this was now a regular occurrence with us, it was my job so pretend it was OK, and sooth his furrowed brow. I was a good daughter and thankfully thought nothing or felt shame about sexually relieving my father whenever he felt horny. I realized he was espying on me, like a voyeur, working himself up to the point of no return, all he wanted was to feel the final couple of minutes inside me, I was his living condom, I added the warmth and the femininity, so long missed since he and mother divorced, besides I loved him in my own perverse way, so overcoming the perversity of my willingness, helped support my own growing-up, as daddy was good to me in every other facet of my young life. 'You owe me a new vibrator, daddy', I mock scolded, as I sat beside his nude body, my eyes lingering on his flaccid cock. 'Why don't you fuck me', I asked him with a hint of forlorn? 'You're my daughter', he answered with genuine concern, 'But you stick it into my mouth', I countered, he looked puzzled, unable to discern the two holes and what each represented. I shook my head and bent forward to kiss his mouth, I was relaxed and smiling as out lips touched, and then crushed together, I always kissed daddy full on the mouth, it was my expression of love and showed that everything was alright with me regarding him. He left the room and I continued dressing, it was ...