Slowly, I draw my tongue over the head. He tastes like sea salt. A deep sigh racks his chest as I wrap my hand around the shaft so I can reach the underside. His dick pulses in my palm.
He caresses my cheek. “Now put it in your mouth.”
Still unsure, I take the head between my lips and gently suck. My daddy lays a hand on the top of my head, but doesn’t push. I take a bit more of his cock with each forward bob. He doesn’t taste bad. To be honest, I’m kind of amazed at how something as simple as me sucking his cock can make his eyes roll back inside his head.
Acne Scars moves around the bed, filming us from every angle. I close my eyes and try and focus on the man in front of me. My daddy’s cock is so thick and hard that I gag a few times when trying to take all of it.
“You’re doing so good,” he says. “That’s my brave girl.”
When he starts to fuck my face, I try and pull back, but he won’t let me. He’s too lost in the moment.
“Just another minute, baby girl,” he rasps. “Just one more second.”
I gag and whimper as he uses my mouth. He groans, his hand tightening in my hair.
Hot, thick cum gushes onto my tongue and down my throat.
I swallow because I’ll suffocate if I don’t.
Pressing my hands to my daddy’s thighs, I raise myself off him so I can cough. My daddy falls back onto the mattress, panting. His cock lolls to the side, having gone slightly soft; it shines with my spit in the lamplight.
“All right,” he says. “You got your fucking video. Now let her go.”
The man with the crowbar laughs. “No way, Senator. We’re just getting started. Put her on the bed.”
The other guy lifts me by the waist and tosses me onto the mattress.
“Now,” says the first man. “Show her how much you love her.”
My daddy glances at his cock. “I’m going to need a minute.”
“Not with your dick, asshole.” He shakes his head. “So selfish.”
I hug my legs to try and hide behind them. My daddy looks at me with guilt in his eyes, tinged with something I can’t quite put my finger on. Fear? Excitement?
He touches my calf. “Lay down, sweetheart. Spread your legs for me.”
I lay on my back and let my knees fall to the sides. My daddy climbs over me so he can place a soft kiss on my mouth. I kiss him back, wanting him to know how grateful I am that he’s willing to do this. All things considered, this could be a whole lot worse. He cups my breast, and I gasp. My nipple hardens. He eases down my body so he can take the stiff tip into his mouth.
My eyes close. It all feels so much better than it should.
Daddy slides even farther down the bed, until his face is even with my pussy. He teases my lips apart, and I shiver as his breath gusts over my clit.
The guy with the camera rests his knee on the edge of the bed so he can get a close-up shot of my daddy starting to lick me. I moan. Daddy’s tongue is slow. It’s like he’s taking his time, savoring the moment, but that can’t be right. Still, as terrifying as this situation is, even I can’t stop my hips from rising to meet his gentle laps.
He wraps his arms around my thighs as he licks me. I tremble as the pressure builds. His tongue swirls like a whirlpool around that sweet spot, making my pussy clench tight.
As impossible as our circumstances may be, I can feel an orgasm coming just around the corner. Grasping fistfuls of the sheets, I watch my daddy devour me, not caring for the moment about the guy with the camera or the lens trained on my face.
My daddy slides a finger inside me, where no other person has ever gone. He adds a second finger, and the feeling of being penetrated is what does it. My pussy tightens around his fingers.
I come.
Pleasure hits me like a Mack truck. My legs won’t stop shaking. I ride the waves until I can catch my breath again.
“Beautiful,” says the guy with the camera.
My daddy wipes his mouth. “Are we finished?”