To suck his cock

A dozen possibilities raced through Izzy’s head, each of them as exciting as the next. She flitted through them, struggling to decide, until—

A smell hit her: potent, pungent, and musky. The smell of her daddy’s cock, slowly hardening as he watched her tiny lithe form squirm with indecisiveness and arousal. Izzy’s mouth watered.

“I-I'll taste your cock, daddy!”, she moaned. “I need it in my mouth, please!”

He nodded like he’d expected as much. Remaining sitting on the bed, he patted his knee, encouraging her over. Izzy dropped to her hands and knees in a heartbeat, as if by instinct, and started slowly, hungrily crawling to him. Her eyes were locked on the bulge in daddy’s jeans. She could smell it for sure, and could swear that spot there was a precum stain, growing to be visible even through the dark denim.

He opened his legs a bit, allowing Izzy to take her natural place between them. Up close, the stench of cock and masculinity was overpowering, even through his clothes. Her bald teen cunt throbbed, on a razor's edge.

Izzy briefly took her eyes away from that hypnotizing bulge, flashing them up to meet her daddy’s, looking for permission.

“Go on sweetie”, he said, his deep voice coming out soft and low. “Play with it through my pants a bit first; it’ll help you warm up.”

Izzy didn’t need to be told twice. That… fuck, that stain was definitely precum, and from the way the bulge was still growing, her daddy wasn’t even fully hard yet. She gripped his thighs, knowing she’d need the support, then pressed her nose right against the damp stain of his pre-load and sniffed.

A wave of sensation ripped through her. The stench of incestuous cock and virile precum assaulted her nose, sending a shock like electric current through her nervous system and straight to her pussy. Her ****, daddy-loving hole clenched and spasmed, and jets of girlcum sprayed out, soaking through her underwear and pants so fast it looked like she was having an accident. Izzy managed nothing but a whorish grunt, the breath knocked out of her as she trembled and had to press her face deeper into her daddy’s bulge to support her own torso.

This was heaven. Izzy nuzzled into the crotch of her daddy’s jeans, rubbing her face on his bulge as she started to softly moan. She could feel his cock flex, continuing to pump precum into the growing stain; enough that she felt it start to make her cheek sticky. It was all she could smell, and her little nose instinctively sniffed away, trying to fill her lungs with as much of its scent as possible.

Just smelling it wasn’t enough, though. So, Izzy pulled her face out of his crotch with some ****, then put a finger up to her cheek, trembling with anticipation. She could feel the sticky wetness there. She pulled the finger back, and a faint strand of clear lubrication followed. Almost of its own accord, the finger started floating toward her mouth; she was panting like a dog from overexcitement.

Right as it neared her lips, her daddy rumbled, “Wait.”

Eyes flicking up to him, wide with desperation and confusion, she started to let out a panicked whine from deep in her throat. Had she done something wrong?! Was he angry?! Was he… Oh God, was he going to take away her gift?!?

“Lick it off of my bulge”, he ordered. His cock pulsed, and another glut of precum joined the darkened fabric. It was so saturated now that the fluid couldn’t fully soak in and sat glistening on the surface.

The drying precum on her finger was instantly forgotten in the face of this far superior option, and Izzy dived for daddy’s bulge. She skipped right past licking, instead planting a worshipful kiss on where she assumed his cockhead to be, then parted her lips and started to suckle.

Musky, sticky, slimy precum coated Izzy’s tongue. It was pungent and bitter, but that just made it better. The taste of it fried her brain, setting off fireworks of pleasure. It consumed her senses, dominated her mind, and made her kitty quiver and gush. Izzy mewled with joy, the sound causing her lips to vibrate against her father’s covered meat, which drew a grunt from him.

Once Izzy had suckled for a few seconds, moaning deliriously the entire time, her daddy gripped her dyed hair gently, and pulled her back. She whimpered with distress, mindlessly straining to try and return to her treat.

“Stop that.”, he chided, and waited until she'd settled down before saying, “You’re ready to take it out; undo my pants.”

Izzy’s eyes became dinner plates. She swallowed, nervous, then nodded. Her trembling hands slowly reached for his fly. She freed the button, then began to shakily lower the zipper. As she did so, it became apparent that he wasn’t wearing boxers. She glimpsed his thick mess of wiry pubes, then slowly saw inch after inch of shaft. When the zip was all the way down, she gave his pants a tug, and that was all it took for his throbbing hard cock to spring its way out of its confines.

His thick daddymeat bounced free, the wild bobbing motion flinging a hefty glob of precum into Izzy’s face. She flinched as it made contact and sent a shock of pleasure down to her cunt. An instant later she felt a wave of heat hit her, radiating from his arm-sized shaft, and accompanied by a smell...

Her daddy’s cock fucking reeked! She was sure he hadn’t washed it in days, and the powerful musk that wafted off of it as a result battered into her like a weapon. It was sweaty, cummy, pissy, and overbearingly, overwhelmingly masculine. It was... it was... oh f-fuck!

Izzy came instantly, harder than she had imagined was possible. Her hips shook, humping the open air. Her eyes practically rolled back in their sockets. Her teeth clenched, and drool spilled from the corners of her mouth. Her cunt sprayed wildly, clamping erratically and pissing its worship into her bedroom carpet. Izzy swore she blacked out for a moment as the older man’s godly cockstench **** her helpless little girly brain.

When she finally recovered, gasping and trembling, she fell forward into her daddy. Grasping his cock at the base, she leaned into it. She was wide eyed with shock at what it just did to her, and as she got her face close, another small orgasm shuddered through her from its heat and proximity.

With a choked gasp, Izzy exclaimed, “D… daddy! Your penis is so fucking stinky! It’s amazing! H-how did you get it this bad?!”

He smirked—a rare display of emotion from the stoic man. His reply made her squirt again...