Her tiny titties—and she's not allowed to cum!

Her daddy’s hands started to roam Izzy’s torso, lightly caressing her, slipping beneath her shirt to touch her bare skin. It felt so, so good. His big, manly hands on her skinny tummy. Her hips bucked a little, her trembling teen cunt fluttering on the brink of climax.

His touch journeyed upward, feeling her lithe form until he brushed the faint mounts that passed for breasts. “Dadddyyyyyyyy!” Izzy whimpered. It felt so good! She was gonna… gonna cum… oh fuck, she was cummiii—

All of a sudden, her daddy pulled his hands away. What was meant to be a moan turned into a **** gasp as Izzy’s orgasm was cut just short, edging her mercilessly. Her drooling pussy throbbed hard, aching with the **** need to cum. Her pelvis thrashed, humping the air needily. “D-daddyyyyy! Whyyy?!” she wailed. She tried to start rubbing her pussy, just a touch away from climax, but her daddy caught her wrist and stopped her.

“No sweetie,” he said. “No cumming yet.”

“W-what???” Izzy moaned. Her brain was foggy with how badly she needed to cum. “B-but why daddy?”

“There’s lots of girls your age who can’t control their silly little pussies, and very few who can. Boys will be a lot more interested in you if they realize you’re one of the few teens that can get fucked without practically passing out after five thrusts. You want boys to like you, don’t you sweetie?”

Was that true? Izzy supposed it must be. “Y-yes, daddy,” she whimpered.

“Good girl,” he said to her, and she had to fight not to cum right then and there. “Now, no cumming until daddy says so, okay?”

Oh god… n-no cumming? But… she was already so close. Her juices had soaked through her shorts completely, and were dripping down into her daddy’s lap. She didn’t think she could hold off cumming for a single second, let alone until he said so.

Still, she wouldn’t dream of saying no to her daddy, so with a brave face she silently nodded.

“Good. Now take off that shirt and let daddy see his little girl’s tiny titties.”

Slowly so as not to brush her own skin too much, Izzy pulled her shirt over her head, and her pitiful excuses for breasts were freed. Despite their small size, they were perfect and smooth, capped by cute little pink nipples. Still, Izzy blushed—she’d always been embarrassed about how small they were.

Her humiliation made it even harder to control herself, doubly so when her daddy’s hands began to crawl up her slender form again. Izzy writhed and squirmed, desperately clenching her pelvic muscles to try and stop herself from cumming. “Daddddyyyy!!!” she wailed. “I can’t hold iiiittt! I’m gonna cummmm!”

“Not yet, sweetie,” he ordered. “Keep holding it.”

She whimpered, and kept desperately focusing on holding in her orgasm as her daddy’s hands continued to explore her breasts. Arousal and stimulation beat into her cunt like a battering ram, and she knew she couldn’t hold out for long. Just then, one of her daddy’s fingers brushed her tender nipple. An unbelievable rush of sensation shot through her, and she instantly knew it was a losing battle.

“Oh god oh god daddy I can’t stop iiiiiittt!” she howled. “Gaaahhhaaahhh!”

Unable to control herself a moment longer, Izzy’s clenching, spasming pussy exploded. The wave of pleasure that hit her almost made her faint. With a scream of ecstasy, a gush of squirt splattered through her shorts onto her daddy’s lap. When she finally recovered, her whole body trembling, she slowly looked up at her daddy with shame in her face.

He tutted with displeasure. “Seems I’ve raised a daughter with no control. In that case…”