“Hannah…” Dale said, looking down at his daughter who stared up at him. A father stunned to see the look of lust in his own daughter’s eyes. “Scottie and your mother-“
“Are all the way downstairs…” she said as she kept her eyes locked on his, all while her hands deftly unbuckled his belt.
“They might-“
“They won’t.” Hannah lowered herself to her knees before him, never breaking eye contact as her face drew level with his groin.
With all of his protesting, Hannah knew she had him curled around her finger. She ran her hand over the fly, feeling his cock, her father’s cock, as hard as steel beneath. She moaned in approval.
“You… shouldn’t touch me like that. This is wrong,” he said.
She squeezed, her father groaning in response.
“I know.” She popped the button on the fly. “It’s wrong for a girl to be on her knees in front of her father like I am.”
Her fingers gripped the zipper and lowered it.
“… It’s wrong for a girl to get wet thinking about her father’s cock, like I am…”
She snaked her fingers around to the hem of his pants, one on each side of his waist.
“… It’s wrong for a girl to want to taste her father’s cum, like I do.”
“Hannah…” Dale said breathlessly but stood motionless as his daughter lowered his slacks and underwear.
“Jeez, Dad!” she said with a wide mouth grin as her father’s rock-hard erection swung out to greet her.
Leaving his pants at his ankles, she grabbed the base of his cock and pointed it straight toward her mischief-filled eyes. The way his daughter held him, how her smile was somehow both giddy and lustful, he would never know. She looked up at him as she crept forward, opening her mouth and waiting for him to say… anything.
Dale opened his mouth but no words came out. That was all she needed. Hannah leaned forward and inhaled his member into her mouth.
“Oh, God!” Dale said as she slowly rocked her head back and forth. His daughter was tasting his cock and moaning in pleasure. So sinful, so wicked and wrong but damnit they felt alive. Both Hannah and Dale had become overcome with unbridled lust as if tapping into a primal need, a fantasy long pushed into the depths of their consciousness.
“Hannah, oh fuck,” Dale gasped.
She pulled off, her hand still stroking him as a line of saliva dripped down her lip, then her chin.
“I can’t believe you taste so good,” she said, then lifted his dick and ran her tongue from base to crown.
“You… shouldn’t be… doing this.” His composure was long gone.
Hannah shook her head.
“Uh-uh,” she said. “And you shouldn’t be letting me,” she sucked him again, his hand resting on her head as he struggled to maintain balance.
“Oh my god, Hannah. Oh, fuck!”
He was putty in her hands and she fucking loved it.
She felt so dirty yet empowered. Hearing him moan and groan as she sucked. She was making her father feel this way, feel things only her mother had made him feel. Just that thought lit her fire, sending her into overdrive.
She pulled off once more, holding his wet cock against her cheek. Her father looked down, seeing his precious daughter squirming as she knelt on their tightly knitted, wool rug. The corners of her lips curled in a coy smile as she slowly kissed the length of his throbbing cock. And that look in her eyes, that playful hunger, it could make any man melt.