Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 67

It was also closer to what he wanted to hear. Warrick didn’t want to learn anything more in that moment—what she had done, or who the boy even was—so he let the subject go. “Well, you’re doing good, but I’m gonna help you get better. Here, just relax your body.”

He grabbed his girl by the head and began to show her what he wanted, bobbing her back and forth on his cock. She let him lead, doing as he said, making herself pliable, and accepted the instruction.

To Warrick, although he knew that she was young and inexperienced, he couldn’t help but test her limits. He was used to the professional caliber blowjobs that his wife gave, and the deep throat that Ivy was capable of on occasion. He decided to see just how deep he could go inside his daughter’s mouth. He slowly pressed Brie down his hardened shaft.

Her mouth gaped as far as she could make it go, and as more of her father’s member invaded her mouth, she felt him push back into her throat. She was eager to please and tried to expand that, too, but soon it was too much for her. Her father’s shaft was too big inside her mouth and when she couldn’t breathe, she got spooked. Her arms and shoulder tensed up and she began to gag. She slapped at her dad’s thighs and he conceded, freeing her from his grasp.

She pulled back and gasped, air filling her lungs. She coughed and gooey gag spit dripped from her lips, which she caught in her hands and then wiped onto her pajamas. Small tears formed in her eyes, but she looked up at her father and grinned and nodded, confirming that she understood what he wanted.

Brie found her father was different than her mother. Whereas Hazel was more or less content to let Brie explore her mom’s body on her own, her dad was more in control, using her for himself, as if she was his toy. She was his to do with as he pleased. Before she could fully catch her breath, again he grabbed her head and moved her mouth onto his cock, and he slowly began to bob her upon it once again. Gradually, he built up speed until he reached a point where she was unable to keep his pace.

She felt her body pushed and pulled beyond her control, but she liked having her daddy take what he wanted. It was different than her masturbation sessions or the sex she had had with Elsie and her mother, which were about her own pleasure or the mutual pleasure between her and her partner. Here, the pleasure was all her father’s. His power over her made her scared.

Despite that fact, she was thrilled. She admitted to herself that she was turned on in a new and unexpected kind of way. It was almost relaxing to not have to worry about what to do next; to only obey, twist, and suck. She felt like a baby again. It lifted off all of the pressure of her daily life and allowed her mind to drift off into the familiar sexual haze that had dominated her weekend.

Every time he would spear his manhood into her, she would make a noise when he hit the back of her throat, “Gak, gak, gak.” Now and then, he would go too far, and she’d have to make him pull off of her and give her a chance to catch her breath. She coughed up more of the thick saliva from her throat and eventually gave up on keeping herself clean, letting it just drip from her mouth down over her chest or onto the floor.

Warrick looked down at the mess he was making of his daughter and his chest tightened with animalistic lust. Her cheeks were tear-streaked and her face was blushing hot as his assault mounted against her. A sheen of sweat covered her svelte body and mixed around her mouth with her saliva and his drooling pre-cum. The front of her pajama top was drenched as the melange of juices succumbed to gravity. He growled out a savage groan as his balls surged, tightening up against his body. He knew he was close, but he knew it wasn’t over if he came. He knew that she had already eaten his cum earlier that day and still she wasn’t cured. He still had to fill her pussy with his seed. He would make sure of that. In the meantime, he would focus on enjoying himself.

He thrust in and out of his small daughter’s stretched mouth, prodding his cock head occasionally against her cheek, watching it push outward to its limit. Then he would pull back and thrust toward her throat, as much as she could take. She would make noises whenever he had reached her limit, forcing him to relent, but she already seemed to be able to take more and more of him than when they started.

He decided to try to test her limits once more and attempt to deep throat his little girl. He pulled his cock until only the tip remained inside his daughter’s mouth. She held onto his shaft lightly with one hand, ensuring it wouldn’t leave altogether and sucked on the engorged, purple head as if it was a pacifier. Then Warrick slowly pushed into her. She was compliant, opening her mouth as far as it would go. He felt his cock reach the back of her throat and this time instead of making a noise, Brie took a deep breath. Then, surprising him, she pushed her own self further onto his lengthy shaft.

Warrick groaned as he felt his cockhead attempt to breach his daughter’s open throat. He pushed in and she struggled to take him, but her eyes squinted shut and her throat began to give way. The sensation felt almost like a dam opening up and allowing the pent-up waters to push through. He looked down on her from above and paused for a moment, wondering if he was going to break her; she looked so small and fragile beneath him. She gurgled out a strained cry from around his cock, the corners of her mouth bubbling with spit. It was then that she looked up at him with pleading eyes smeared with tears. For a split second, Warrick thought she was going to give up, but instead she looked him in the eyes and nodded, promising he could continue, begging her daddy for his approval.

If Warrick wanted to continue, it wouldn’t have mattered. That was all he could take. Seeing his daughter so willing to do utterly anything to please him pushed him over the edge. He had half a mind to leave himself lodged in Brie’s throat and pump his cum directly into her tummy, but his adoration for her forced him to take pity on her. Feeling his orgasm building in his balls, he pulled himself out of her mouth and ended the blowjob. She gasped for air and a thick rope of gag spit spilled from her mouth all down her youthful frame. His knees buckled as he was overcome, and he held onto his daughter by her shoulder with one hand and jacked his throat-slicked cock at her with his other.

“Open wide, kiddo,” he said.

Again Brie obeyed, still gasping for air, dazed by her father’s assault, but as bubbly saliva ran down her chin, she didn’t have much time before she was catching his fire in her mouth. At least, as much as she could. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. The first shot missed the target, splattering with force across her forehead and into her hair. The next two shots streaked across her face. They were long and thick, and she managed to catch a bit of it on her tongue. Still panting, she giggled while she swallowed it, and as she was doing so, her daddy aimed two more excessive shots onto her button nose, freckled cheeks, and lips. Some of it splattered into one eye and she recoiled and focused on wiping it away. While she was preoccupied with that, Warrick squeezed out the rest of his cum onto the top of her head.

It was warm on her skin and when she moved around, she could feel the cum sliding down her face in thick sheets. She caught anything that slid off her cheeks and chin and eagerly licked it off her hands. It tasted very much like the medicine that she was given by the doctor, and it convinced her that it was, indeed, just cum all along.

She couldn’t believe that her father had just defiled her, nor especially how turned on she was feeling in that moment. And she had concentrated so much on pleasuring her daddy that she didn’t even bother to try masturbating herself. Even so, her body was still responding on its own; the crotch of her pajamas were gooey and it was dripping down the inner thighs of her shorties to her knees.

Warrick crashed on the bed and stared at his daughter. He was concerned that in his nirvana he may have overwhelmed her. She looked a disgrace, with her hair in cum-dreaded tangles and her top soaked transparent. She looked like she had been ambushed in a water balloon fight, but it was bodily fluids that drenched her instead. He was relieved that she did, however, appear to be in good spirits. She contentedly licked up whatever cum had dripped onto her hands with an “Mmm,” and had apparently decided to leave what was left there on her face and chest instead of cleaning herself off or wiping it up and eating it.

She got up from the floor and sat down on the bed next to her dad. He was staring at her, but looked like he was in another dimension. She wondered if she had disappointed him. “Daddy?”

“Yes, honey?” he asked, staring off.

“Are you mad at me?”

That snapped him out of his daydream. “What? No, of course not. Why would I be mad at you?”

“Because I couldn’t swallow your— your cock,” she replied, hesitant to use that word in front of her dad.

“No, you did good, baby.” Warrick hugged his daughter to his side and rubbed her back, “You gave me everything I wanted.”

Brie was pleased, but her urges continued to spur her onwards. “Daddy?”

“Yes, Brie?”

“Can I have cummies now?”

Warrick felt a pang of regret. He had concentrated so much on face-fucking his daughter that he had forgotten her own needs. He also still needed to complete the mission his wife had given him—cum inside of her—but he didn’t want to scare Brie off. Despite her willingness to suck him off, sex would be an entirely different animal. He wasn’t so sure that she would readily accept the idea of making love to her father. He mulled over his strategy and then recalled how his wife had done it on Friday. He turned to her and his heart raced at the risk he was taking. He asked, “Do you want some help?”

Brie blushed and turned away. He barely heard her whisper, “Yes.”

It was enough, however, and father began to paw at daughter. Warrick liked that she wasn’t wearing bras yet. He liked how he had easy access to her body without having to fuss around with cups and straps. He groped her flat chest, feeling the subtle rise of her small breasts through the fabric of her drool-and-sperm–soaked pajama top. It was see-through under the conditions, and he would have been able to make out her nipples underneath if they had not been covered by the peculiar patches she was sporting.

He reached for the hem of her garment and stripped it off over her head, then gazed at her svelte body. She looked like a toy, a doll, with her perfectly smooth, breasts curving down to her taut tummy. He couldn’t make out her nipples, aside from two hard bumps where they fought to escape the flesh-colored stickers that hid them.

Brie gasped as the cool air began to evaporate the sweat and other fluids on her naked torso. She felt a growing tightness in her chest that indicated a big orgasm brewing inside of her. She wasn’t sure why, but she wanted her daddy desperately. She wanted to be close in ways she never would have considered before. She wanted him to make her cum.

She felt glorious in his hands as he massaged each breast. There wasn’t a lot there, but he entertained himself nevertheless, eliciting groans and moans whenever he brushed his hands near or over her nipples. She wriggled and hummed underneath his treatment, feeling ticklish in her exposed state. He then leaned over her. He kissed her lightly on her slimy nose and she giggled at him. Then he surprised her and kissed her on her lips. Her coo of delight quickly morphed into a moan and her hand grabbed at her pajama-covered crotch, finding her swollen clit even beneath the fabric. Her father’s lips were warm and soft, and she knew what to do next.