“How about in private?” I grinned.
He didn’t comment, but said, “That dress is great. You look gorgeous, honey.”
We arrived at the condo. Daddy was almost sober, but still a little giggly. He went into his room and came out moments later in just a pair of boxer shorts. I wasn’t sure, but it looked like he had a slight erection. I was fiddling with the TV remote, trying to tune to the Braves game, still in my tiny little black dress. Daddy sat down on the couch and patted the cushion next to him. “Sit down and watch the game, Sissy!” He rarely called me that anymore, but had called me that when I was younger, from the time I could remember.
I sat down and he leaned over and kissed my shoulder. “You look good,” he said as I leaned over and kissed his cheek.
“I’m going to change. I’ll be right back,” I whispered.
I sat on my bed, shaking. Could I do what I wanted to do? I took the dress off and, in my panties and bra, came out of the room, in full view of Daddy, and went to the refrigerator to get a beer.
I walked in front of him, hoping he liked the view, and announced, “That stuff made me so thirsty.” I turned the beer up and drank about half of it before going back to my room where I downed the other half. I sat on the bed until the alcohol hit me. A warm buzz.
I removed the rest of my clothing and found the green thong bikini, realizing that I could not wear such a thing in public – but I sure could in private. I put it on. Oh, it barely covered anything. The front of the bottom was not as big as the palm of my hand. The coverings of my nipples were half that size. My breasts looked two sizes larger than my actual 32-C because the patches of cloth were so small. FUCK.
I peered around the corner. Daddy was laying on the couch, watching the game. “Daddy?” I yelled.
“Yeah, baby, what?,” he looked at me as I poked my head out of the bedroom doorway.
“Remember that girl with the thong?”
“Sure do. There wasn’t enough cloth there to wad a pop gun!” he laughed.
“You said that you wouldn’t want me wearing something like that in public, right?”
He sat up. “What? Of course not. What are you up to?”
“How about in private, Daddy? I bought something just for you to see, and nobody else.” I walked out in my green thong as Daddy’s eyes roamed freely over my nearly naked body.
“Pammy, goodness. You can’t wear that in public!”
I walked over to him and sat in his lap. “This is just for you, Daddy. You’re the only man that gets to see this. Do you like it?”
“Oh, honey. What are you doing to me? I can’t get you off of my mind.” He started kissing me, laying me back on the couch, sucking my tongue, his hands feeling my body.
“Not here. Let’s go to the bed,” I moaned. I led him to the nearest bedroom, which was mine. We fell to the bed, his hand pulling the bikini top off one of my breasts, suckling it, licking it, making my whole body pound with unfettered lust. “Oh Daddy, oh that feels so fucking good!! Oh Daddy, I love you so much!” I muttered as I pulled his face to my chest, fucking his ears with my tongue, biting him, my hands reaching down to pull at his boxers.
He stood, dropping his boxers. His cock was completely engorged. It was wet with pre-cum. It needed sucking and he had come to the right place. I craved his big thick, hard, Daddy-cock. I craved his cum. I was starved for it. I wiggled out of the tiny thong bikini.
“Daddy, I need you. Do everything to me. Don’t deny me, please?” I begged as I slid to the floor, grasping his engorged member in my hand. I looked at it, my mouth salivating. The head was shiny and purple and wet. It was oozing clear liquid and a drop of it threatened to fall to the floor. I licked it off, tasting it, savoring it.
His shaft was veiny and, to me, was a beautiful as anything I had ever seen. I wanted it stuffed down my throat even if it choked me. I pushed him back and he lay on the bed, his legs dangling off, his feet on the floor. I kneeled to worship.
“Daddy, I am going to suck you off. I want you to lay back and just enjoy it.” I carefully licked it all over. He was unabashedly moaning and telling me just how good it felt and how good I was and how good I looked.
The first time I had sucked him off, he came almost immediately. I felt cheated. I was hoping he would last longer this time. Perhaps the wine that he had consumed would help.
I really didn’t know how to suck a cock — at least not from experience. The one time with Daddy and the vivid descriptions that Amy had given me was all I hhad in my arsenal, other than a raging lust to devour him. I already knew that I liked the taste of his cum and I had planned on drinking every drop, should I ever have another chance to do so. I didn’t know how much of his cock that I could take in my mouth, but I was so horny that I felt like I could deepthroat a baseball bat.
I thirstily took his cock-head into my mouth. OH, FUCK, I loved the feeling of my Daddy’s cock-head in there! My mouth produced a fresh torrent of saliva as I felt my pussy grow even wetter. I managed to move my eyes to Daddy’s face. If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought he was in agony. Hopefully he wasn’t already about to cum because I had much more planned.
I positioned myself at an angle where his cock was pointed toward my throat. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy, and not comfortable, but I thought I could, at least partially, take him into my throat. I moved slowly until I encountered the gag reflex. I stayed still, my throat trying to dispel this foreign object. After a few seconds I moved forward a tiny bit more and felt my Daddy’s cock head begin entering the very top of my throat. I almost orgasmed.
I made myself push forward and, slowly but surely, his thick cock began to fill my throat, cutting off all my breath. Very, very, extremely uncomfortable, but so very worth it. I backed off, just enough to get a good breath. Daddy’s hand was in my hair. He was moaning, “Oh, baby, that’s so good. That’s so good. You’re such a good girl.”
I pushed forward until I felt that I could not possibly take any more into my throat. I measured with my hand and discovered that there were at least 2 inches of hard man-meat still outside my mouth. Saliva was dripping out of my mouth and off my chin. My mouth was as wide as I could possibly get it. At least 3 inches of my Daddy’s cock was in my throat. I didn’t think I could take any more. As much as I loved it, as close as I was to having my own orgasm, I was in agony. It hurt. I couldn’t breathe. I knew my throat would be really sore tomorrow and I probably would be hoarse. The throat was not designed to have a cock in it.
I reluctantly allowed him to slide completely out of my mouth and I coughed a little. His cock was obscenely wet, dripping with his precum and my saliva. It was dripping and running down onto his pendulous balls. Oh, FUCK, his nuts were so gorgeous! I picked them up and bathed them with saliva. I suckled very gently, while I stroked his cock with my hand. I licked between his balls, licking and sucking, moaning with my own enthusiasm. I could feel my pussy juice running down the insides of my thighs. Daddy was urging me on with urgency, groaning in obvious pleasure.
I took his cock in my mouth again, whipping my tongue around the swollen, leaking glans. “Oh, Pammy, that is going to make me cum!” he gasped as I looked into his handsome face.
That triggered my own orgasm. Holding his stiff cudgel in my hand and continuing to stroke it, I shrieked, “Oh, Daddy, I’m cumming!”
As I said that, his thick, viscous torrents of Daddy-cum began to shoot upward, landing on his stomach, the bed, and my breasts. I moved to take some in my mouth as a large, ropey gob landed on my face, covering both cheeks and my nose, then another hit my chin and began dripping off. I took his cock into my mouth, continuing to stroke, as he unleashed yet more, less forceful, jets of delicious man-seed into my mouth. I joyously swallowed as my orgasm hit with full force.
I put my hands under his ass and gripped both his ass cheeks, pulling his cock deep into my mouth and throat as I inhaled his essence. I could feel fiery-hot liquid pouring directly down my throat into my stomach. Gone were any thought of choking or being uncomfortable. This was my nourishment. This was the life-giving seed for which my body was starved.
I continued to suck and swallow, pulling him as deep as possible into my voracious mouth as humanly possible, my lips pressing against his pubis, as my tongue endeavored to lick downward toward his balls. I had fucking INGESTED him. He was shuddering and pushing at my head, trying to force me to disengage. Lack of oxygen finally made me do so, as I fell back onto the floor, gasping for breath, my breasts and face covered with cum.
“Pammy,” I could hear him gasp as if from a distant place. “Come up here with me, Baby.” I managed to crawl to the bed and into his arms. He looked at me with pure love. I knew, in that moment, that he wasn’t having conscience pangs, as before.
“I love you, Daddy,” I whispered. He kissed my lips tenderly. Then looked into my eyes and told me I was beautiful. I cuddled up with him and fell asleep.
Daddy awakened me the next morning, announcing that breakfast was served. He was serving me breakfast in bed!?!? I was overjoyed and the wide smile on his face told me that conscience pangs were not on the menu. I was hungry and ate voraciously. Even the coffee had just enough sugar in it to make it, if possible, even better.
He sat on the bed and stroked my legs through the sheet. I was still naked and he was looking at my breasts. “You are the most gorgeous woman in the world, Pam.”
That made me blush. “Daddy! That’s so sweet. I love you!” I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. Just a peck.
Daddy said that he wanted to go to the beach for a few hours, if that was okay with me, and that we could then go shopping or watch TV, or whatever I wanted. Then we would have another date. My heart was bursting with happiness. Daddy had not been this happy since Mom died, and he genuinely wanted to spend time with me. And, maybe, just maybe, he wanted more of what I deeply wanted.
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