My Step Dad Just Made Me Cum

I asked for help and I got it. He helped me more than I expected

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, your hands shaking as you adjusted the faucet to turn off the dripping water from the leaky pipe. Your daddy walked in, his expression serious, but his eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the sight of you in your towel, your hair dripping wet from the shower.

Daddy had always been the one to fix things around the house, and when he walked into the bathroom, he didn't think twice about the leaky pipe. But as he approached me, I caught his eye and purred, "Daddy, the pipe's leaking." His brow furrowed in concern, but I knew that look - it was the look that said he was willing to fix anything, including me.
Your daddy's eyes lingered on you for a moment before he nodded and walked over to the sink. You felt a jolt of electricity as he towered over you, his presence making you feel small and vulnerable.

As he stepped closer, I felt my heart race. "Daddy, can you help me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I knew what I was asking for, but I also knew he'd never say no.
"What can I do?" you asked, feeling your heart pound in your chest.
You felt a growing sense of desire, your body responding to his proximity. You looked up at him, and he caught your gaze, his eyes locked on yours. You felt a spark of electricity, and suddenly you wanted him to touch you, to make you feel good.

"Can you... can you make me come?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Your daddy's expression changed, his eyes flashing with surprise before he looked away, his face growing hot. "I... I don't know if that's a good idea," he said, his voice hesitant.

But you could see the desire in his eyes, the same desire that was burning inside you. You felt a sense of determination, and you reached out to pull him into the bathroom, to make him stop working and focus on you.

He hesitated for a moment, but then he seemed to give in, his body moving towards you. He bent you over the sink, his hands moving to pull down your pants, his mouth moving to your pussy.

He nodded, and before I could ask, he wrapped his arms around me and bent me over the sink. The cold, porcelain surface pressed against my stomach as he yanked my pants down, his fingers trailing up my thighs.

Daddy just chuckled and dipped his head, his tongue gliding across my pussy like a warm, wet breeze on a summer day. I arched my back, letting out a moan as he lapped at my folds, my clit throbbing with every pass.

As he ate me out, I could feel the excitement building inside me, my pleasure growing with every lick and suck. I pressed my hands against the sink, my knuckles white with tension.

You felt a rush of pleasure as he ate you out, his tongue and lips working in perfect sync to make you feel good. You came hard, your body shaking with pleasure as he licked you clean, his mouth making you feel so good.

Suddenly, I felt him pick up speed, his tongue working me with a newfound intensity. I was close, so close... and then I came, the rush of pleasure coursing through me like a dam breaking.

Daddy caught my orgasm in his mouth, swallowing me down with a satisfied sigh. He licked me clean, his tongue tracing the contours of my lips and down to my anus.

You pushed the thoughts away, hoping that it would pass. But deep down, you knew it was more than that. You wanted your daddy, and you didn't know how to feel about it.

I felt his hot breath on my skin, making me shiver with delight. "Better now, baby?" he asked, his voice husky with need.

I nodded, still reeling from the intense climax. "Yes, Daddy. Better."
You nodded, feeling a sense of shame wash over you. You wanted to fuck him, to make him feel good too. But you knew it wasn't right, that you shouldn't be feeling this way about your daddy.

The question remained, a constant ache in your chest: was it okay?

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°◦○─Jess─○◦°