She started getting changed in front of him, and before she knew it, he was on her, his hand scouting around her pussy, and then he fucked her. When he was done fucking her, he pulled up his trousers, and left her bedroom. So, why did she let him do it?. He didn't rape her, after all he was her father. She let him fuck her, because she wanted him to. He had a big prick, and it felt good rooting her. Yes, she would let him fuck her again, as often as he chose to.
Connie was telling me this about her father. For sure we both would be cock deep in fucking, but she just wanted to tell me. Would I be upset?. No I wasn't. Actually I got off on hearing her story. His big cock fucking his daughter. Rooting her on her bed. I'm sitting on the couch in their lounge, and Connie is sitting between my legs facing me. I have on a bathrobe. Her hand is sticky from the wine she spilled on it ten minutes ago, I can tell because Connie has her hand beneath my robe feeling my ball-sac. Suddenly she undoes the robe, and my cock swings up.
Connie is siting between my legs, looking at my cock wagging around. She grabs my cock just beneath the corolla, and squeezes the bejezus out of it. The head turns a deep purple and bulges. Her tits are pressing against my thigh, and there is no way my cock is going down.
"Suck it" I tell her. "Put it in your mouth."
"I don't have to" she nonchalantly replies, and keeps on squeezing the top of my cock so fucking hard, that I thought it would pop off. It hurt, and felt wickedly delicious. Then I could feel her warm breath, breathing over the top of my cock, and next thing it was in her mouth. The relief. She's sucking hard, I can feel her tongue flickering around. Then she bites down on the head which causes me to shout, and withdraw from her mouth.