Daddy's Gurl

At first, you did not notice as your father slipped into the room.

You continued to tug yourself and moan in the most girly way. You tried to emulate not just what you'd seen in porn, but what you'd heard your mother do. Sometimes you sat outside your parents bedroom, dressed up, listening to your father fuck your mother.

You saw a shadow, but thought that was just part of your reverie. You brought a hand to what should be your breasts. That's when you saw him: your father, unzipping his pants. You moaned, and continued to play with yourself. You watched as your father played with himself.

"Daddy," you say, "am I your baby girl?"

He looks down, a little shocked, flushed about as red as you are, but nods. He shivers.

"Do you want to come on me?"

He said nothing. But he nodded again. He came closer to your bed, and began to rub his cock on your stomach. Your own dick sort of touched his shaft as he masturbated on you. You moaned and groaned and finally your dad let loose a blast of semen.

"Daddy," you ask, "do you want me to suck you off?"

He nods, again quiet. With one hand you jerk your own cock. With the other, you grab his shaft, and guide it into your mouth.

With his hands he grabs your head and where your breasts should be. He fondles you roughly, and you can tell that he is about to come again.