Dollops of precum dripped from the small slit of daddy’s cock and he had not even started stroking it yet. That, of course, was the excitement of having watched me feel myself. Seeing daddy’s precum actually made me feel good that I had that effect on him.
“Mmm daddy, you are so hard! Stroke it for me!” I said as I looked at his length standing perfectly.
Slowly, daddy wrapped his hand around his cock and began to slide it over his thick roundness. Each time he stroked upward, his balls lifted. It was so hot to see daddy’s jewels jiggle with his hand movement, especially since they were smooth. It was all I could do to keep from wanting to reach out and touch them. Daddy’s batter chalice was so perfectly in sync with each stroke he took over his elongated erectness. It was like imagining being fucked and the guys balls slapping the bottom of my pussy. It was that hot to watch.
I crossed my legs under me, lit a cigarette, and exhaled the stream of smoke as I brushed a hand over my right breast. Daddy’s hand stroked slowly over his hardness with finesse. It was very apparent he had years of practice and knew exactly how he liked it. His strokes were smooth, even, and meticulously slow. He was not just putting on a show for me. Daddy was enjoying every curl his hand made upon himself.
I began to wonder exactly how daddy’s length would feel inside my wet pussy. Every time he felt down his long shaft, I pictured his cock plunging into my hot moist crevice, parting my sexual lips to make it wrap around him inside me. The perfectly round head of his cut penis penetrated and led the way inside my pink walls with precision. As daddy moved back up with his hand, I imagined my labia folding out, sliding along the ridges of daddy’s firm organ; the highly sensitive nerves of them tingling as they felt the warmth of his blood engorged stiffness. It was a good thing I left the towel under me. I was beginning to get wet again. And just when I thought I could not get any wetter.
It had a lot to do with daddy’s actions, as he was now gripping his erection and thrusting his hips like he was fucking a real pussy. I wanted to think he was imagining fucking mine. I wanted him to wonder just how wet and warm it was. With his eyes closed, I bet he was thinking of my dripping wet cunt wrapping its tightness around his long firm appendage. I could not believe that I was getting aroused again. As I sucked in the last drag of my cigarette, I felt my tiny nipples pop out again. I felt my clit begin to rise. I was on the verge of another orgasm. This was definitely new for me.
I unfolded my legs and propped them up on the edge of the cushion, exposing my smooth slit. I knew it was glistening with wetness as it showed. But I did not touch it. This was now daddy’s time. I was just going to watch him and let my kitty drip.
Daddy opened his eyes and saw me exposing my pussy again. I saw his cock jump just from the sight of it. I was sure he saw my hard tiny nipples as well. Once daddy saw the position I had assumed, he began to stroke at a medium pace. Daddy was getting the most out of me watching him. I had given him the most out of watching me. It had become a win-win situation.
Daddy’s hand worked up and down his now harder cock making the head blossom with redness. I did not need to look down at my clit to know that it also resembled what my daddy was displaying. I could feel the heat in it make it equal to him. It pounded at the same rate daddy was running his hand over himself. It felt so good to just sit there observing him knowing I was eventually going to have a hands free orgasm. At least this one would be while I was completely naked and not having to conceal it as I sat behind a desk in class. This one would be such a relief.
Daddy began to feel his sac now with the other hand, gently squeezing it slightly as he continued to slide his up and down.
The precum started to leak out of daddy’s cock now faster. It formed little droplets and ran down the underside of his long shaft. Sometimes it would just spurt out and leave a long gooey stream from the head to the floor until his cock would jump and break it. Daddy would take the tip of his finger and use his precum as a natural lube, slowly doing circles along the sensitive line that ran down his shaft and crossed his sack. It was the same movement that I often gave my wet slit before I stuck my finger inside me. I knew exactly what kind of feeling daddy was giving himself.
The hot fluid from inside my pink hole was flowing out of me much like daddy’s precum was flowing out of him. It felt good to feel it flow without touching. My pussy was reacting naturally to daddy’s hardness. It felt so wonderful to just sit there and get off without manual stimulation this time. I felt more like a woman in this moment as I watched daddy please himself.
Then, daddy slid his body a little closer to the edge of the chair. Daddy began to moan something fierce. Suddenly, I watched his testicles tighten and rise, almost disappearing into his body. His cock became even harder and he began to move his hand slower over his erection. I could tell that the spasm that propelled his seminal fluid out had started and that daddy was reaching the point of no return. Daddy was about to cum. And so was I, again, for that matter.
Just before daddy let it go, a trickle of white exited the tip of his cock then he stopped stroking for a moment. I stared right at daddy’s cock because I knew exactly what was going to happen. And it did.
Daddy moaned deeply and let go of his cock and it stiffened, rising closer to his body, then I watched it jump as the muscular contractions inside it expelled thick gooey whiteness in oozing clumps. Daddy had brought himself to climax using his hand, but he came hands free; something I had never seen. The way his erection jerked with each pulse that emitted his fluid that had made me was so hot and before I knew it, I was cumming again just like daddy. Without any manual stimulation, I felt the hot fluid pour out of my pussy and again onto the towel underneath me. Just as daddy’s cock pulsed up and down as his ejaculate flowed down his long hard shaft, I literally felt my pussy opening and closing as my core ran out. It was a feeling I would never forget.
Daddy’s cock began to fall limp as the remaining drops of his cum lingered on the tip. His balls descended into his scrotum again as the thick leftover stream of his orgasm flowed down them. I glanced down and saw the pure white pool on the floor from his initial oozing in front of where Daddy sat as he collapsed into the cushions of the chair.
Daddy looked so happy as he relaxed. With proof of my orgasm soaked towel, I had to admit I was more relaxed as well. I could tell that our bodies felt the same as we both came down from our sexual highs. We had watched each other please ourselves. We both had gotten off. It was a beautiful thing.
But now I needed a shower. My pussy was so sticky as I got up, I could hardly walk to my room. I stopped beside my naked daddy and patted him on the shoulder. He looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back. It was a special moment between a daughter and her daddy.
Little did I know as I stood in the shower letting the hot water fall over me, that another special moment between us was about to happen. When I heard the slide of the shower door open and saw my daddy step in, that moment had come. We were going to do more now than just watch each other. And I was ready.
