slut-problems: I woke up early and got everything ready. I knew that daddy would be waking up soon a
slut-problems: I woke up early and got everything ready. I knew that daddy would be waking up soon and I wanted everything to be perfect for him. This was our first Father’s Day together and I had a plan. I had a delicious quiche in the oven for breakfast and I had made fresh coffee for him as well. He was going to be so happy when he saw the present that I bought him, too. I bought him a new wallet! He was going to love it. The only thing was that I felt like anything and everything I did for him was not enough. I scrambled around trying to find something else I could give him. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I stopped. I looked at myself. Daddy love me. I was enough. All I had to give him was myself and he would love it. I smiled at my reflection and then I went to the bed where I crawled next to daddy and snuggled his sleeping body. I cuddled him close. He was the closest thing to a father that I had ever had. My own father had left me when I was just a little girl. My daddy issues ached inside of me as I wrapped my arm around him and placed my head on his chest. I could feel him breathing and the steady sound of his heartbeat. I hoped that he would always want to keep me. I couldn’t handle losing another daddy. I was so scared that he would leave me. That’s why I tried so hard. I snuggled him close until he finally began to stir. “Baby girl? Is that you?” he asked, his hand moved to my head and he stroked my hair softly and lovingly. “Yes, daddy! It’s me!” I said with love and excitement. He was awake! I knew better than to start chattering. Daddy needed a moment to wake up. “I’ll be right back,” I said, jumping up to take the quiche out of the oven. By the time I came back daddy’s cock was out and he was stroking it. “Let me help you with that, daddy! It’s Father’s Day and I want to show you how much I love you,” I said. I took off my pajama shorts and climbed on top of daddy so that my pussy was in his face and I took his perfect cock in my mouth. I loved the way daddy’s cock still tasted like my pussy from the night before. I cleaned his cock with my tongue first, licking his balls with tight, short licks. He moaned into my pussy and then his tongue flicked against my clit in a way he’d never flicked me with it before. I came for him, screaming onto his cock, which was buried down my throat. He gripped me by the ass, pulling me down onto his mouth with his strong daddy arms. I felt so cradled, so supported and loved. I let his love fill me as I came again. His cock was thrusting up into my throat and I was taking it for him, wanting to please him. I needed to make him happy. This was his special day and he was my daddy. I wanted him to know how well loved he was and how much I valued him, how much I wanted to keep him forever. I hoped he could feel it as I sucked harder, knowing that I was about to make him cum. I wasn’t really paying attention to what he was doing to me, which was why it was a huge surprise when I felt my pussy pop. I felt it explode on his tongue, my juices flowing freely, my screams covering his cock. He came for me then, too and I could taste his load as it filled my mouth. We had cum at the exact same time and as I lay on top of him savoring the taste of his orgasm, he did the same with mine. I stayed perched there, on top of him until I caught my breath. I finally climbed off of him and laid down by his side. I looked up into his brown eyes as he wrapped his arm around me. “Who’s your daddy?” he asked with a joking smile. “You are, daddy!” I said with an excitement that let him know how much I loved him. “What’s that smell? Did you make breakfast?” he asked me. “I made you quiche!” I giggled. “Quiche?” he asked. “What the hell is that?” “It’s like eggs with stuff in it. Come on,” I said getting up and pulling him from the bed. I led him to the kitchen, still naked and sat him at the table. I served him his quiche and a cup of hot coffee. “Try it daddy,” I said. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked me, and he gestured for me to get under the table. “You want me to suck your cock while you eat your Father’s Day breakfast?” I asked excitedly. “Yeah, that would be nice,” he remarked and so I crawled under the table and I took his cock in my mouth while he ate the quiche I made him. “Mmm, this is delicious, baby girl!” “Mmm, this is more delicious, daddy!” I said from under the table. I wasn’t lying. His cock tasted great! -- source link