After a few brief minutes of walking outback, I walked back in and sat at the couch where Faith and her father were. Her tan, petite legs were placed on top of his lap and his hands were on her cute little feet. They stayed there for the next few hours we were watching tv.
The evening rolled by and it was time to head to bed for the evening. Faith had already changed into her pjs, which was just a plain t shirt with no bra and red soffe shorts. I stripped down to my underwear and got into bed, begrudgingly. The bed was extremely uncomfortable and very hard to get comfortable on. Faith was tossing and turning as well and neither one of us could fall asleep. After about an hour, I finally drifted off.
I woke up in a cold sweat around 2am, my neck and back killing me from laying in this rock of a bed. I went to brush Faith's hair with my fingers but felt and empty cold space where she once was. I sat up and realized the door was cracked open and she was not around. I assumed she went to the bathroom and waited for a few minutes. Finally after 10 minutes of just scrolling on my phone, I got up to go check on her. I walked out into the hallway and noticed that the bathroom door was wide open, and the lights were off.
I decided to go downstairs to see if maybe she went to get something to drink. The kitchen was dark as well. I started to get a little worried but I saw dim lighting coming from her father's room underneath the door. I walked up and went to go knock, but a sound stopped me.
I wasn't quite sure what the sound was. But I leaned in and placed my ear to the door. I heard some mumbles but wasn't able to make out the words. I got down on my hands and knees and put my ear to the opening. That's when I heard it.
"Sweetheart... you know your Daddy loves your mouth. It feels so good." I definitely heard that. I brought my head up and tried to understand what I just heard. A loud slurping sound and a quiet gag managed to make its way out of the door and my eyes widened. My cock twitched ever so slightly at the thought of what was happening behind the door. A rush of jealousy and disbelief flooded into my face as I put my head down to the door again, this time trying to see underneath the door.
I saw a pair of feet just a mere 5 feet away, and what appeared to be a pair of legs between them. I could see a white shirt laying on the floor. That's the shirt Faith had on. I could tell by the logo on it, just barely visible near the floor. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Is my girlfriend on her knees for her father? Is she really sucking his dick? There's no way, I thought to myself. She wouldn't do that.
A few minutes of me looking at this go by, and I realize my cock is throbbing from all the blood rushing to it from this jealousy. I stay there, frozen, watching the small movements that I could see, listening to these noises I can hear.
"Yes... take it all in. Take it to the base sweetheart. Use the tongue... yes just like that. Do you want Daddys cum?"
I heard Faith's voice. I couldn't believe it. It really was her. "Yes Daddy. I want it. I want to swallow it for you Daddy. Please let me have it."
Her feet began to move a bit more, as she seemed to have sped up her pace. I heard her father start to moan and suddenly I saw his toes curl.
"Ohhh keep going babygirl. Yes. Yes take it all. Oh this feels so good. I've missed your mouth. Oh god... yes" His toes stayed curled for a solid 30 seconds. A moan came from his mouth, and you could hear Faith trying to keep up. A small moan from her and she began to stand up, I panicked and got up. I quickly ran upstairs and as quietly as I could went into the bathroom and jerked off to the images and sounds I stored in my head. Jealousy still flowed through my body, but it made me cum the hardest I ever have.
