Richard whimpers

An hour passed, just like that. Anne gently lapped at the head of daddy's cock, her smile never leaving her face. She heard him make so many new sounds, and each new one made her giggle.

"Oh god. This is... I had no idea. Babygirl, please have mercy..."

Anne licked.

And giggled, looking up at her father as he whipped his head back.

"Aaaaaagh fuuuuuuck you're driving me insane. Fuuuuck."

Richard tried looking away. Anne grabbed the remote control, grinning up at her daddy. Lick. She angled her head to allow her to see the TV, and found a channel with a teen girl who looked a lot like her, licking a cock in a very similar way. Lick. Richard closed his eyes. It was too much. She just turned up the volume to max. The sounds of a tongue bath filled the air. The squeals of a young teen. Moaning. Slurping.

And still Anne licked. Nearly the whole time, she fingered herself. She found that her intensity and focus went up while she was at the edge herself. She was more familiar with the frustration. She could use it, driving her attention for her daddy's dick into laser focus. She never slowed, never faltered. Several times, daddy clearly tried to break his own rules and cum. She could feel his leg muscles start to tighten, and feel his pulse in his cock quicken.

But Anne noticed. Keeping herself frustrated and at the edge of cumming herself, that cock was her world. How could she miss it? She just pulled off and stopped any kind of stimulation for a few moments.

Richard thrust his hips into the air fruitlessly, trying to find some kind of stimulation to push him over the edge. Nothing. After some time, he settled down, glad for the respite that he had found. His sweat started to subside, and he started to rela...

Anne started licking again.

Richard whimpered.

Anne giggled. And licked again.

Richard stared down at his daughter with wide eyes. He felt like he was going insane.

Anne felt the precum start to flow out of daddy's cock freely. She licked it up. Each little bit tasted like sweet success.

Richard sunk his head into his arms, defeated.

Anne still licked.

Again. And again. And again.

"Alright, babygirl. Have it your way. I'm begging. Please, please, please stop this. I can take this anymore. Please let me cum."

Anne stopped for a moment and looked up. She slowly sat forward, resting daddy's cock between her tits. She stared into his eyes.

She decided to toy with him, as he had with her. He had said she was allowed to use dirty talk. "Oooh. Does daddy want his little slutkitten to slide him down her throat? Does he want to feel her pussy fuck his cock until it explodes inside her? Does he want his little cum whore to push her tits together and fuck his cock with her slutty funbags until he explodes all over her face?" She hesitated, then went for it. "Does Daddy want to be the first to experience my butt? Does he want to feel me milk his cock into my ass, and whimper as the cum splatters my colon for the first time?" She turned to look at the porn scene playing behind her. The teen girl on the screen had finished her teasing, and was throating the other actors cock as hard as she could, spit flying around her lips, gagging sounds repeating at max volume. The man on the screen moaned, and started to cum down the throat of the girl. Some cum dribbled out of the side of her mouth. "Do you want us to do that? Do you want to cum so hard that I can't even keep it contained in my mouth anymore, and it drips down onto my tits? Do you want to watch me rub it in as I sit here, horny and frustrated and ready for more?"

Richard burned with envy as he saw the man on the screen. "Oh, god. Please, please do it. Any of them. All of them. I can't take it anymore."

Anne moaned, and slid back down. It was music to her ears. She looked up at her daddy with his cock resting on her face, smiling.

Finally. She had won. In celebration, she took a long, hard, rough lick, massaging Richard's frenulum with every millimeter. She stopped at the top and tickled his cock hole for longer than she had. She kept tickling that spot until she saw him start to twitch a little bit from the sensation.

Her daddy was begging, broken. She had him.

But she wasn't done yet.

She started her licking once more.

"No."

Richard kept begging. Anne stopped responding entirely.

She just held eye contact, and never stopped licking.

And the second hour passed.