Antonio licks his daughter's pussy clean...

Filial Devotion: A Father's Shameful Service

The Command

The bedroom door clicked shut behind Stefano, leaving Miranda sprawled across the rumpled sheets like a debauched empress, her thighs glistening with the evidence of another man's conquest. The scent of sex hung thick in the air—musky, primal, undeniable. Antonio stood frozen in the doorway, his knuckles white where they gripped the doorframe, his nostrils flaring at the pungent aroma of his daughter's defilement.

Miranda stretched languidly, her fingers trailing through the sticky mess between her thighs, collecting strands of Stefano's seed on her fingertips. She held Antonio's gaze as she brought them to her lips, her pink tongue darting out to taste another man's claim.

"Clean me up, Papà," she purred, spreading her legs wider, revealing her swollen, well-used pussy. The folds glistened, creamy white droplets clinging to her inner lips, some already dripping down her trembling thighs. "Unless you'd rather let it dry?"

Antonio's throat worked soundlessly. His cock strained against his slacks, the fabric tenting obscenely as his body betrayed him yet again.

"You wouldn't," he rasped, though his feet carried him forward without conscious thought.

Miranda's laughter was honeyed poison. "Wouldn't I?" She hooked her ankles behind his knees, pulling him closer until his knees bumped the mattress. "Look at you. Hard for your daughter's dirty cunt. Pathetic."

Sequence 21: The Humiliation

Antonio's hands shook as they settled on Miranda's thighs, his calloused fingers sinking into the soft flesh. The contrast was obscene—his rough, aging hands against her smooth, youthful skin, his wedding band glinting in the low light as it pressed into her flesh.

"That's it," Miranda cooed, arching her back to present herself better. "Lick me clean like the good little cuckold you are."

The first touch of his tongue was tentative, hesitant. The flavor exploded across his taste buds—salt, musk, the bitter tang of another man's seed. Antonio gagged, his stomach lurching, yet his cock throbbed painfully in his pants.

Miranda's fingers tangled in his hair, yanking him closer. "Don't you dare stop," she hissed, grinding her pussy against his face. "Swallow every drop, Papà. This is all you're good for now."

Antonio obeyed, his tongue lapping broad strokes through her folds, collecting the thick cum that clung to her. Some dripped onto his chin, onto his shirt, marking him as thoroughly as it marked her.

"Mmm, so good," Miranda moaned, her free hand slipping between her legs to rub her clit. "Stefano's cock is so much bigger than yours, isn't it? Fills me up so much better."

Antonio groaned against her, the vibrations making her squeal. His hands gripped her ass, fingers digging into the supple flesh as he ate her with increasing desperation.

The Unraveling

Miranda's thighs clamped around Antonio's head as her orgasm hit, the raven-haired beauty's back arching off the bed, her cunt pulsating hard against his tongue. "Fuck! F-Fuck, yes!"

Antonio felt it the moment he lost control—the hot rush of shameful pleasure as his cock spasmed in his pants, his cum soaking through his underwear, his slacks. He came untouched, like a teenager, his hips jerking pathetically as Miranda rode his face through her own climax.

When she finally released him, Antonio collapsed back on his heels, his breath ragged, his face glistening with her juices and Stefano's seed.

Miranda sat up, her eyes gleaming with triumph. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood, her thighs still slick, her pussy glistening from his attentions.

"Look at you," she murmured, stepping closer, her fingers trailing down his chest to the wet spot on his pants. "Came in your pants like a little boy."

Before Antonio could respond, Miranda straddled his lap, her hands framing his face.

"Open," she commanded.

And when he did, she kissed him deeply, forcing him to taste Stefano's cum on his tongue now, the flavor transferred from her mouth to his.

Antonio moaned, his spent cock twitching weakly. Disgust warred with arousal, shame with need.

Miranda pulled back, licking her lips. "You love this, don't you?" she whispered. "Love knowing your little girl is a filthy slut. Love knowing she'll never be yours the way she is his."

She stood, leaving Antonio slumped against the bed, his pants ruined, his pride shattered.

"Clean yourself up, Papà," Miranda called over her shoulder as she sauntered toward the door. "We wouldn't want Mamma to see you like this."

The door clicked shut behind her.

Antonio was alone with his shame.

And his cock, already stirring again.