Twelve year old Sarah finds her dad passed out drunk on the sofa.
“Daddy’s asleep again,” Sarah murmured to herself, tiptoeing down the stairs. She’d heard the clatter of bottles and the slur of his voice hours ago, but she’d been too busy lost in her favorite book to pay much attention. The grandfather clock chimed a soft two in the morning, its rhythmic echoes filling the quiet house.
Her eyes were drawn to the living room, where a single lamp cast a warm glow over her father’s snoring form on the couch. He’d missed the mark on the coffee table with his empty whiskey glass, and the dark liquid had stained the rug, a stark contrast to the rest of the room’s orderliness. His fly was open, and his large cock lay limp against his thigh. Sarah felt a strange curiosity stir in her belly.
Her cheeks flushed as she took a tentative step closer, the soft carpet muffling her bare feet. She’d never seen a man’s penis up close before, not even in the biology books she’d sneaked peeks at in school. It was…different. Hairy and thick, unlike the cartoonish images she’d seen in some of the magazines her older friends talked about.
Her hand hovered just above his thigh, trembling slightly. Her curiosity was a live wire, zapping through her body. What would it feel like? Would it be warm? Her thoughts raced, each one more daring than the last. Her heart thumped in her chest, a silent drummer urging her on.
With a deep breath, she touched the tip of her index finger to the soft skin of his penis. It was indeed warm, and the sensation sent a jolt through her. She traced it lightly, following the vein that ran along the underside, her eyes wide with fascination. It twitched under her touch, and she jumped back, her breath catching in her throat.
Her father didn’t stir, his chest rising and falling steadily with the rhythm of his snores. Encouraged, she leaned in closer, her breath hot against his skin. She watched as the shaft grew thicker, filling with blood, and she couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of power. It was like a magic trick she hadn’t known she could perform.
Her curiosity grew bolder. She wrapped her small hand around his cock, her grip tentative at first, then firmer. It was so much bigger than she’d ever imagined, and the way it filled her hand made her feel both scared and excited. She gave it a gentle squeeze, and it pulsed in her grasp. The sensation sent a warm shiver down her spine.
Sarah’s eyes darted to her father’s face, watching for any signs of waking. But he remained oblivious, his mouth hanging open slightly as he snored. The sight of him so vulnerable made her feel like a mischievous fairy, tiptoeing through a sleeping giant’s lair. She stroked him gently, feeling the skin stretch and the veins pulse under her touch.
Her own breathing grew ragged as she grew bolder, her fingertips dancing along the length of his shaft. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before—softer than she expected, yet with a firmness that hinted at power. She couldn’t resist the urge to touch herself, her other hand slipping into her pajama pants to find her clit, already swollen with anticipation.
Her fingertips danced in rhythm with her strokes on his cock, the sensation of her own pleasure building with each pass over her sensitive bud. She’d discovered her clit a few months ago, a tiny beacon of delight that could make her whole body shiver with just the right touch. Now, with the thrill of her daddy’s manhood in her hand, she found a new level of excitement.
The sound of her father’s snores grew louder as she stroked him with more confidence, her movements mirroring the ones she used on herself. She watched with fascination as his cock grew harder and longer, pointing towards the ceiling. It was mesmerizing, like watching a snake come alive in her palm. Her own breath hitched as she felt the familiar tingle between her legs, the heat building in her core.
Her hand worked faster, the sound of her palm gliding against his skin echoing softly in the silent room. She felt his cock twitch and pulse in her grip, and she knew he was close. A part of her was scared, but another part was thrilled by the power she held. She’d read about this in the books she wasn’t supposed to, about how a girl could make a man feel so good.
As her own climax approached, she could feel her pussy clenching, desperate for release. She bit her lower lip to stifle a moan, her eyes never leaving the sight of her dad’s cock in her hand. It was so wrong, yet so right. The tension grew unbearable, and she knew she couldn’t hold back much longer. With one final stroke, she felt him stiffen, and a warm, sticky liquid spurted out, hitting her hand and arm.
Her eyes widened in shock, but she couldn’t pull away. It was fascinating, like watching a volcano erupt. She stared at the pearly substance that now coated her hand, feeling a mix of excitement and disgust. The sensation was foreign, but she couldn’t deny the thrill that coursed through her. It was as if she’d uncovered a secret part of him, a part that was just for her.
Her own orgasm washed over her, a warm wave that made her knees wobble. She bit her lip harder to keep from crying out, her body shaking with the intensity of it. It was nothing like the quiet, solitary moments in her room. This was raw and powerful, and she felt alive in a way she never had before.
Her hand still wrapped around his cock, she felt it soften in her grip. The sticky mess on her skin made her feel both dirty and exhilarated. She looked down at her father, his chest still rising and falling in deep, even breaths. He was oblivious to the intimate dance they’d just shared.
With trembling hands, she pulled her pajama pants down, her slick folds exposed to the cool night air. The scent of their combined arousal was faint but present, a musky perfume that filled her nostrils and made her stomach flip. She couldn’t resist bringing her hand to her mouth, tasting the salty liquid on her fingertips. The flavor was surprising, not unpleasant, and it only fueled her curiosity.
Her eyes never leaving her father’s face, she brought her hand back to her pussy, using his cum as lubricant. She was so wet already that it slid easily over her clit, and she gasped at the sensation. The warmth of his seed mingling with her own arousal was intoxicating, and she began to rub herself in earnest, her hips rocking slightly.
The room was a symphony of quiet sounds—his snores, her breaths, the soft slap of her hand against her skin. Each stroke brought her closer to the edge, the memory of his cock in her hand making her feel wanton and powerful. She felt like she was doing something incredibly naughty, but she couldn’t stop.
Her eyes kept straying to the now-softening flesh between his legs. The urge grew stronger, a siren’s call that she found impossible to resist. What would it feel like in her mouth? Would it taste as salty as it did on her fingers? The thought sent a thrill through her that was almost as intense as the pleasure building in her core.
With a quick glance to ensure he remained asleep, Sarah sank to her knees beside the couch. Her heart raced as she brought her face closer to his cock. It smelled faintly of musk and alcohol, a heady scent that seemed to cloud her judgment. She stuck out her tongue, touching the tip to the slit at the top, where a drop of his cum had pooled.
The taste was surprisingly bitter, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she swirled her tongue around the head, feeling it pulse again in response. The sensation was strange, but she found it oddly addictive. She took him into her mouth, his cock filling her completely, and began to suck gently.
Her eyes watered a bit at first, but she quickly grew accustomed to the feeling. The power she felt was indescribable, his body reacting to her touch. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. She could feel his cock swelling again, growing in her mouth. The thought of making him hard again was like a drug, and she couldn’t get enough.
Her hand went back to her clit, her movements matching the rhythm of her sucks. She was close, so close, and she wanted to feel him come in her mouth. It was wrong, she knew it was wrong, but the thrill of the taboo was too much to resist. She sucked and licked, her tongue tracing every inch of him, eager to taste more of his cum.
Her eyes remained glued to his face, watching for any sign of waking. The risk of being caught was exhilarating, a delicious fear that only heightened her arousal. His breathing grew heavier, his snores less consistent, but still, he didn’t stir. It was as if she were in a secret club, the only member who knew the password to his deepest desires.
Encouraged by his response, she took him deeper into her mouth, her teeth scraping gently against his shaft. She felt him thicken again, his cock coming back to life under her tender ministrations. The taste grew stronger, but she found she didn’t mind. In fact, she liked it. It was a part of him she’d never shared before, a piece of him that was now all hers.
Her hand moved faster on her clit, the pleasure spiraling out of control. She could feel the tension building in her body, the pressure growing until she thought she might burst. And then it happened—his cock jerked in her mouth, and she felt the hot spurt of his cum hit the back of her throat. She swallowed it eagerly, the taste coating her tongue and mouth, warm and thick.
Sarah’s own orgasm crashed over her, her body shaking with the force of it. She clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming, her eyes squeezed shut as waves of pleasure rolled through her. Her pussy clenched around her fingers, her hips bucking involuntarily. It was the most intense climax she’d ever had, made all the more potent by the knowledge that she was doing something so forbidden.
Her father’s cock grew soft in her mouth, and she pulled away, panting. She looked up at him, half expecting to see his eyes open, to be caught in the act. But he remained asleep, his chest rising and falling steadily. She couldn’t believe she’d just given her daddy a blowjob. It was something she never thought she’d do, something she didn’t even know she wanted to do until this moment.
Her heart raced as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, the taste of him lingering on her tongue. She felt like a thief who’d stolen something precious and gotten away with it. Her cheeks were flushed, and her breath was quick and shallow. She stood up, her legs wobbly from the intensity of her orgasm, and took a step back, still watching him.
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