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The first few bars of Metallica's Enter Sandman cut through the announcer's voice as Bill's phone rang.
"Hey, what's up, Johnny?"
Bill's hand drifted down to brush over Cara's head. She had been giving him a warm, wet, and slow blowjob for about half an hour while he watched part of the game he'd taped that weekend. He'd finished up at a job site a little earlier than usual, so had treated himself to an early Friday quitting time, getting home before anyone else was there, grabbing a couple of beers, and sitting down on the couch to watch the Sox spank the Yanks for a few innings.
Cara had gotten in at around 4:30 from her part-time job at a local gym. Though they'd come up with a way for Cara to earn some extra allowance a few weeks ago, he thought it was important for his 18-year-old daughter to experience what a real job was like. She spent enough time at the gym keeping her body toned anyway that Cara said it didn't really feel like work, but more like talking to new friends about what she was already doing. Bill was pretty sure gym memberships had doubled once people found out they could have Cara give them a hands-on demonstration on how to use the various machines. Her spandex work uniform didn't leave much to the imagination, and boy did she have the body to fill it out.
The sleeveless crop top was neon-green with black edging and zipped up the middle. The zipper ran from the top of her ribs to about halfway up her impressive 34J cleavage, her cantaloupe-sized breasts pushed up and together to sit just below her collar bone. She could lean her head down and lick the line of her cleavage if she was so inclined. Bill wondered how many stiffies the men in the gym had to hide, watching those beauties bounce around or checking out her equally round and tight ass as she bent over wearing the matching spandex pants. Though they were called pants, they came to mid-calf, and the material was a swirl of neon green spandex and black mesh from thigh to calf, showing plenty of flesh through the mesh. Bill, himself, got hard every time he saw her in her "work clothes," and he was hard-pressed to keep himself from doing what every other man and probably some of the women who saw her wanted to do: unzip that top to free those massive tits, rip her pants down to mid-thigh, and plunge his face into her cleavage while shoving his cock into her pussy.
He'd restrained himself today, but only because he was feeling too relaxed to get up from the couch. Cara had bent over to kiss him, giving him an up-close view of just how deep that cleavage went, before running upstairs to change. Bill enjoyed watching his daughter's toned ass bounce up the stairs, but his attention returned quickly to the game. That is, until Cara came back downstairs again, wearing the same top but having changed into a flirty black skirt that hit her at about mid-thigh.
"Don't you want to go shower and change out of your work clothes, princess?" he'd asked her, but she said she didn't feel like showering yet, and instead got him another beer and then curled up on the couch next to him. She only lasted about half an inning before she made a move, undoing his belt, unbuttoning his pants, and slipping her hand inside to find him hot and half-hard from just being near her. She grinned her naughty grin at him before sliding to the floor, helping him to pull his jeans and boxers down to his knees when he lifted his hips. His large cock slapped against his t-shirt, growing larger every second as she stretched back out onto the couch, half on his lap so that her hands and then her mouth could reach him. Her skirt rode up a bit, revealing one bare ass cheek, and Bill had given in to the temptation of squeezing it, kneading it, while his daughter alternated between jacking him off, licking around just the tip of his dick, or sucking the whole thing down her waiting throat.
And that's what Johnny interrupted when he called.
"Yeah, we're both home, why?" Bill asked, his hips thrusting a little, shoving his dick into his daughter's welcoming mouth. "No, Cara can't talk on the phone at the moment. Her mouth's full," Bill told Johnny, his satisfaction clear in his voice.
Cara bobbed her head slowly, breathing through her nose, taking Daddy's cock deep into her mouth and then slowly dragging her mouth off again, loving the feel of his slippery smooth shaft against her tongue while listening to him talk to Uncle Johnny.
"Yeah, that sounds good, bro," Daddy was saying, his hand caressing the side of her face, feeling his dick through her hollowed-out cheeks as she sucked on him. "I'll let her know. Deal's on. See you when you get home."
He hung up and put his phone back on the table next to the couch before caressing Cara's face again.
"Uncle Johnny's got a deal for you, princess," he told her. "He says if you can get me off by the time he gets home, he's got a surprise for us both."
Cara let her daddy's dick slip out of her mouth, pumping her hand up and down to keep him hard as she asked, "You don't know what the surprise is?"
"Nope," he said, finally unzipping her top and peeling it away from her pendulous breasts.
Thank god for 18-year-olds, he thought, as he hefted one still perky breast in his hand, rolling the nipple between his thumb and index finger. He wanted that in his mouth, wanted to suck on it while she fucked him, watching those big tits bounce, but the deal had rules.
"I don't know what the surprise is, and the rule is you've got to keep doing what you're doing to get me off."
"I'm not allowed to fuck you?" Cara pouted. She'd been looking forward to riding her daddy during the last inning of the game, timing it so that when his team won, they both came.
"Nope," Bill said again, guiding her head back down to his dick. "You just have to keep sucking, baby, until I come in your mouth. Johnny says he's about 10-15 minutes away. Think you can make me cum in 10 minutes, princess?"
"Mmmhmm," Cara murmured around her daddy's cock filling her mouth, continuing to go slow at first, making sure his dick was nice and wet from her lips.
A sudden change in pace could throw off the slow build she'd been working on, but Cara had a few tricks up her sleeve. After letting more saliva drip out of her mouth, down over his dick and balls, Cara began to cup his balls, rolling the sack in her soft hand and gently squeezing.
"Oh, yeah, that's right princess," Daddy said, one hand groping one of her swollen breasts, the other in a loose fist on his knee.
He closed his eyes, no longer watching the game, and leaned his head against the back of the couch while he enjoyed what his daughter was doing to him. He loved the feeling of her sucking mouth. He wished for a minute that he could feel her hot wet lips around both his dick and his balls at the same time, but then felt a moment of guilt for feeling so greedy. How many guys out there got a genuine blowjob from their baby girl? Not many, he'd guess, and even fewer had a baby girl built like his, he thought, giving her breast another squeeze.
Letting her breast go, he trailed his hand down Cara's naked side until he reached her skirt, and pulled that up past her waist. Cara moved her hips so that her upper body was still twisted toward the TV across the room, while her lower body was almost flat against the couch cushions, her legs spread so her right leg was hanging off the couch while her left leg was bent up and open to lean against the back of the couch. Opening his eyes, he grinned to see what he suspected, confirmed: she was wearing just a wispy little thong.
"You're so sexy in these panties, baby," he told her, his finger tracing the bare lips of her pretty little pussy, clearly visible through the white nylon mesh of her thong pulled snugly against her mons. "I love seeing your pussy like this, barely covered."
He groaned as Cara sucked a little harder while squeezing his balls a little more firmly, and then slipped his finger under the front of the thong and pulled it to one side.
"Of course," he gasped, as Cara sucked and squeezed again, "I like to see your pussy not covered at all even better."
Spreading his fingers on either side of her pussy lips, he opened her up so that her glistening wet clit was exposed.
"God, I wish I could sixty-nine you right now, princess," he told her. "I'd love to taste you, just lick you right there, while I shoved my cock down your throat."
