Upstairs

You reached the top of the stairs and trailed behind your daddy into a bright, sunlit kitchen. The smell of scrambled eggs and toast wafted through the air, making your stomach growl with hunger.

"Now slut, before you can eat, you have to please daddy.", he said as he sat and unbuckled his pants, "on your hands and knees, and crawl to me", the words dripping with condescension as he gazed at you with an expectantly.

You took a deep breath, trying to steel yourself for what was to come. Slowly, you sank to your hands and knees, you felt humiliated. Your eyes remained fixed on the floor, unable to meet his gaze, but you could sense his eyes on you, watching your every move. "Look at me, slut," he said, his voice calm yet commanding. You slowly raised your head, your eyes hesitantly meeting his. His gaze was piercing, his eyes seeming to bore into your very soul.

As you moved closer, the smell of his cock wafted up to your nose. Your mouth began to water, and you could feel a string of drool forming at the corner of your lips. "Fuck, what kind of X-change did he dose you with?", you wonder.

As you reached his cock, the drool dripped down, landing on the floor with a tiny splat. He smiled, seeming to take pleasure in your humiliation. "Good girl," he cooed. "Be a good slut for daddy."

Unable to control yourself, you dive in, your mouth opening wide as you engulf his cock. The salty taste of his precum explodes on your tongue, and you can't help but moan in delight. Your lips slide down the length of his shaft, the soft skin gliding smoothly over your tongue. You feel a rush of excitement as his cock hardens further, and you know you're exactly where you're meant to be.

As you begin to suck, your mouth moves in time with the throbbing of his pulse. You can feel his heart beating in your mouth, and it's like a rhythm that you can't help but move to. The flick of your tongue and gentle pressure of your mouth elicit a groan of pleasure from your daddy, his eyes rolling back in his head as he loses himself to the sensation. His hand reaches out, tangling in your hair, and he gently guides you back and forth, his hips thrusting ever so slightly, fuelling the desire that burns within you.

Your hands grip his thighs, pulling him deeper into your mouth, wanting to take all of him in. Your own arousal grows as you worship his cock, your body trembling with desire.

You can feel his grip on your hair tightening, you realize he's close, and you can't wait for the moment when he releases himself into your mouth. Your own orgasm builds, your body tensing as you feel him on the edge.

As you continue to worship daddy's cock, you can feel his body tensing up. His grip on your hair tightens, and he pulls you closer,

Suddenly, his body shudders, and he lets out a low, guttural groan. His cock pulses in your mouth, and you feel the first jet of cum hit the back of your throat. You swallow instinctively, feeling the warmth spread through your chest.

As it pulses in your mouth, you can't help but moan around him, your own orgasm building as you swallow his load. Your body trembles with pleasure, your muscles contracting as you climax. The feeling of his warm cum sliding down your throat is indescribable.

As he pulls you off his cock, you feel a pang of disappointment, your mouth still hungry for more of his taste. You look up at him, your eyes pleading, and beg, "Daddy, please, more... I want more." You say, the desperation clear. You try to lean in again, but he holds you back, his grip on your hair firm.

You whine, trying to squirm closer, but he chuckles. "Not yet, slut" he says, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You need to learn to wait."