A naked teenager on her knees is surely the secret dream of many fathers, even if they wouldn't admit to it. I am currently looking at one right now, more precisely my daughter Diana. Her eyes are closed, so I dare look at her small pointy breasts, and how her nipples are erect.
I warn her when I'm about to come, but she keeps on sucking. That feels good, and not just physically. She flinches a bit when it happens, but she just swallows it and keeps going all the way.
I'm not going to lie, it was a good orgasm.
Diana is looking at my cock and how it's now hanging soft after having done its work.
"Thanks, baby, that was really good," I say to her, at the same time wondering if this really was what she had been expecting herself.
"Okay, dad," she just says and gets up. My eyes still linger on her lithe and youthful form.
She's called Diana, but to her friends she's "Dia". I guess the youth of today don't think old-fashioned names like that are cool enough, even if I've tried to explain she wasn't named for the princess but for the goddess. Not that it made much difference. Some of those kids probably had never heard of either. Diana is now eighteen and that makes eager for new experiences, as I had recently noticed.
This had been the first time she had made me come, it had just been fantasy for her before. Some people don't understand that "dad and daughter" fantasies go both ways. Girls think about this stuff a lot too, as Diana had explained to me. She had even read studies about this, which had given her the courage to talk to me.
Diana is now busy with her bra, putting an arm through one loop and then another. As I watch her fingers working on the latch, it still surprises me at this age how easily girls manage to open and close those things behind their back. She picks up her shirt and then asks: "You want to do it again?"
"Sure, if you want to. It was nice," I answer honestly.
"I'm gonna go hang out at the mall and then movies. Tomorrow?" she asks while she is slipping into her shirt.
"Sure," I say. She brushes her hair a bit with her fingers before she leaves, although I didn't touch it at any point, so it wasn't really messy. Perhaps she had wanted me to?
Sure enough, Diana knocks on my door the same time the next day. "You busy, dad?" she asks, although she steps right in before I can answer.
"Not really," I say, moving the folder I am holding into a drawer.
This time I touch her hair as she sucks, letting the honey-colored locks lightly drift through my fingers. That makes her glance at me, but she swiftly closes her eyes again. I move my hand to her shoulder, making sure I'm at least caressing her a little all the way through.
"Here it comes again," I say, and she again keeps sucking, but suddenly I also feel how her fingers start to rapidly stroke my testicles.
Her lashes flutter a little when the ejaculation happens, but she doesn't react in any other way except by deep swallows. I come even better than yesterday, but despite that I realize something is bothering me.
"Dia, I think we should talk a bit..." I say when she gets up.
