Mandy and Daddy

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Mandy and Daddy

Mandy’s mouth was full, so her daddy stopped peeing. She focused on not biting him as she swallowed his dark yellow, morning piss. She got it down, but she gagged a little. She loved her daddy, but she hated the taste of his pee. Her lips stayed wrapped around the head of his half-hard cock and she sucked a little to let him know she was ready.

He peed again, less this time. She knew she only had to finish four mouthfuls, and the rest would go into the toilet. She had eaten breakfast already – piss upset her stomach, and it was even worse when she drank without some food in her belly.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to quell the rising nausea, and as he filled her mouth, she felt herself pass the point of no return. frantically, she pulled her mouth off her daddy’s cock and tried to swallow, but she couldn’t, and she slid off the toilet and turned around, first spitting his piss into the bowl, then noisily vomiting her half-digested bacon, eggs and pancakes.

Her small body heaved as she wretched into the toilet, the smell of daddy’s piss overpowering as she vomited some of it up through her nose. Tears streamed from her eyes, and tips of her dark hair dangled into the bowl.

Her daddy sighed behind her. “Well,” he said, “Since I’m going to have to clean you up anyway…”

She trembled slightly, but she knew better than to whine. Sniffling, her throat still burning from the vomit, she shifted out of the way as her daddy sat on the toilet, finishing his morning pee and taking a small, wet shit. The stink filled the room, and she wretched again and coughed helplessly onto the floor – but she had nothing left to throw up.

Daddy wiped and stood, and waited for her. Obediently, but still sniffling, she crawled on all fours over to the toilet and placed her head inside the bowl. Her tears started again in earnest as the shit, piss, and puke from the bowl filled her nostrils.

They were quickly washed away as her daddy’s hand gripped the back of her head and dunked her under. She closed her eyes as the stinging filth seeped into her nose, but she knew this was still the easy part.