I had heard her words. I knew what she wanted. I sat up and as she went further down on my cock, she struggled to get more and more of its length into her mouth. I grabbed her head and firmly pushed my very rigid member deep into her mouth, down her throat. She gagged, she was thoroughly uncomfortable, spit pouring from the corners of her mouth. I held my cock in her throat her head immobilized. I was using her, using her face as a pussy. I must have held my cock there for twenty seconds before I finally let her move back and off of my cock. I gave her a few seconds as she gasped for air and said to me, “It’s okay Daddy. I want to be used. I am yours now. I am just a toy for your use, Daddy. ”
I took her at her word. I pushed my cock into her mouth, not holding her as hard as I had been. I let her have some leeway, but I still fucked her mouth. Now in and out, my cock so engorged. I had never cum in a woman’s mouth before. My wife had never done that for me. But, I had enough presence of mind not to cum in her throat and choke her. I pulled back and screamed, yes screamed as my room is soundproofed. “Fuck, yes, baby girl I am going to cum in your mouth baby. Yes, here it comes. Cumming baby. YES, I AM CUMMING BABY. GOD YES. FUCK YES. FUCK YES. FUCK YES BABY… ”
She tried, but she could not swallow all of my cum, there was just too much. My cum leaked out of the corners of her mouth, some must have hit the back of her throat. She coughed around my cock, even more of my cum slipping out around my hardness. She quickly caught it with her hands as I finished. It was exciting, erotic, one of the most amazing things I had ever seen, or that I had ever felt.
Finally, I was done and I lay back again on the bed. She must have swallowed it all for she sat next to me licking the remainder off of her fingers. “Daddy?” I looked at her. She was smiling down at me. “Did Daddy enjoy that?” I laughed and she smiled even more broadly. I turned and lay back against my pillows. I patted the bed and she lie next to me, now her head on my shoulder, her breast pressed against me. I was content. I had my bed partner from now on, and we both knew it. She sighed and continued, her words reverberating in my chest. “I don’t care what the rules say. I am yours, Daddy. I will get my own place. For appearances. We will keep it a secret. But Daddy, I am yours.”
“Yes baby, you are.”
It might be wrong, but I don’t care. Lisa has her place now, and for appearances, we both go on an occasional date. But often, at least three to four days a week she comes home and she is my woman, I am her man. Very rarely she stays the night, bringing the boys who just think of it as a play date. On those nights when she stays I am particularly demanding of her. I use her, rougher and rougher as the years go by. She does not mind. For she is my daughter. My lover.
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