Daughter Training 1: A Woman’s Duty

Story Excerpt

Bill’s cock rammed against the back of his daughter’s throat, forcing Annie’s jaw wider than it had any right to go. She coughed and gagged, a splatter of pre-cum laced spit erupting from her lips and onto the thick, veined cock clamped in her mouth. Her tongue, compressed by the intense pressure, licked reflexively at the underside as she tried to control her breathing, but her father’s fist was cinched in her hair, holding her down. Her nose buried in the rank thatch of his pubes, she gagged again. Tears ran down her cheeks and the burn along her lips threatened to break her, but Annie forced herself to endure, steeling her mind against the ache in her jaw and the humiliation dripping from her chin onto the warm, white expanse of her bare tits.

According to her father, now that she was 18, it was time to make herself useful as a woman. This was her very first blowjob. Her raw inexperience was evident in the clumsy working of her hands and tongue. The feeling of a cock in her mouth was overwhelming, let alone her father’s cock. But even more so was taste, the strange tang of man, the faint musk of sweat and the salt of his skin. More than anything the viscous globs of pre-cum leaking from the tip, hot and slick and so intensely biological, made her pussy flutter, even as her brain rebelled. She didn’t want to admit she liked it, but she did. Not just the taste or the act, but the power in the moment, the way her dad who was usually so stern and stoic, turned animal and needy when she clamped her lips around his cock.

“Good girl,” Bill grunted, one hand still twisted in her hair, the other tracing her cheek as if guiding her movements. “Just like that. You’re a natural.”

She wanted to say something snarky, but her mouth was far too full for banter. Instead, she let him rock her skull back and forth, forcing her to relearn the rhythm she’d fumbled minutes earlier. Saliva spilled over her lips, more than she’d ever imagined, and it pooled in the hollow of her throat until every swallow felt like a desperate gasp for air.

He yanked her up suddenly, her lips leaving behind a trail of saliva and pre-cum as she came off his cock. Her eyes ran with tears and she had to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing a wet string across her cheek. Bill leaned over her, not angry but intent, like a coach pushing her past a plateau, the confident and firm push of a father.