A dad and his daughter, part 3

The next morning he awoke with his usual a.m. hard-on. Without thinking, he moved to jack off, and then checked himself. Why waste a load in his hand when he had his daughter’s tight cunt as his cum receptacle? “Karen,” he called, sliding his shorts off. After a moment he raised his voice and called again. “Karen!” This timehe heard her footsteps coming toward his room. His erection throbbed.

She slipped nervously into the room, eyes widening at the sight of her father lying nude with one hand gently caressing his rock-hard pole. “Y…yes, Dad?” she said querelously.

“Don’t give me that, you little slut. I shouldn’t have to call you more than once.” He could see that her frightened eyes were fixed on his penis. “You know what I want you for. You’ll do what I tell you. And don’t think I’ll be tired of that sweet tight pussy anytime soon. You are nothing but your father’s cum rag, you got that? You are something for me to shoot my load in. That’s it.” Tears were glistening in her eyes and threatening to spill over- she couldn’t believe her father meant to continue taking her. He smiled cruelly and gestured at his crotch. “Suck it,” he commanded.

Tearfully and resignedly she got on the bed and lowered her face to her father’s groin. He groaned aloud when she took his engorged prick into her mouth. He tangled one hand in her hair as her face bobbed up and down on him, forcing his cock further down her throat with every stroke. “Fuck yeah, Karen,” he moaned. “Take Daddy’s cock good and deep.”

Her unwilling mouth felt wonderful around his dick, but he meant this blowjob more to establish mastery than to get off. That, and to get him lubed.

“That’s enough, Karen,” he said. She sat up quickly, afraid to incur more punishment. She was learning. That was so hot. He smiled. “Take your panties off- oh, but you’re not wearing any, are you?” She blushed fiercely. “Come and sit on it, baby.” His expression saw to it that she didn’t hesitate. She swung one leg across his hips and used one soft little hand to aim his slick erection for her abused pussy. She winced and he groaned as she settled her cunt onto him. “Start moving, princess. Ride my cock.” She obeyed immediately, sliding her tight teen slit up and down on his pole. He put his hands on her hips and thrust up into her as she came down on him.

Her cunt muscles sucked his cock like a mouth as he used his hips to speed her up. He felt his daughter’s tears strike his chest even as he noticed that she was starting to work her hips in earnest. “You little whore,” he growled. “You like this. You’re enjoying being made to ride me.” She shook her head desperately, but she’d always been a bad liar. “Talk to me, Karen,” he ordered, thrusting harder up into her. “I know you want it. Tell me how badly. Ride Daddy’s cock and tell me how much you love it!”

“No… please… Daddy…” she moaned tearfully, still bouncing on his dick.