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Daddy’s Little Seductress, by Jezebel Rose

“Can I touch it?” I ask looking from my father’s dick up to his face. I cannot believe I just asked him that. I was the one that insisted there be no contact. I have fantasized about my father for as long as I can remember. I started touching myself when I was very young and would imagine him watching me. As a teenager, I had fantasies about him coming to my room and giving me lessons about sex and the male body. As an adult, these fantasies continued to be the ones that got me off the fastest.

I reminded him of the amateur porn magazine he had when I was young. I told him how I used to touch myself when I looked at it and that I had started taking pictures of myself a few years ago. I told him that I had always wondered what he would think of my photos and asked if he would like to look at them. He responded by saying that he would like to see them very much. Therefore, I sent a few, more modest pictures.

I told him if he loved them to let me know and I would post more. He wanted to see more. With the more erotic photos, I sent him a request to view his a picture of his cock, telling him how curious I had always been about it. He replied that he did not have any movies he could send me, but that the next time we were alone together, he would show it to me if I wanted. I wrote him back letting him know that I did want to see it, but that I did not want him to expect anything else.

I made it clear to him that while I was curious, I knew it was wrong. I told him when we were alone. Next, we could look at each other and touch ourselves, but that I did not want there to be any contact between us. He seemed okay with this. I played with myself every night in anticipation of seeing him stroke his cock while looking at my body. Finally, the opportunity came for him to stop by my house while the kids were at school.

We did not talk about it when he got here. We exchanged pleasantries, and then I quietly removed my top and bra. I waited for him to unzip his pants before I started to remove my own. I sat down on my couch with him standing just a few feet away in front of me. He exposed his massive cock to me. It was bigger than I had ever had before and I could feel my already wet pussy start to ache in response. As he began to slowly stroke his cock, I let my fingers find their way to my clit and made small circular motions around it.

After several quiet and intense moments, I found myself asking, “Can I touch it?”

He moved closer and is now standing right in front of me. I look up at him and wait for him to answer. “Of course you can. Go ahead, touch it for Daddy.”

I reach out and gently, nervously, take his cock in my hand. I cannot believe I am touching my father like this. I am so turned on by how wrong it is that I feel like I could cum right now, without touching myself anymore; just by moving him. I start to stroke it, loving the way it feels in my hand.

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