Vacation with my Daughter – Day 4

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“Honey,” I said, “we need to get up early tomorrow for the airport.You should start packing.” I only had myself to blame. This was our last night in Barcelona; after a fine fish dinner and a walk down to the statue of the Columbus by the Mediterranean, I’d let Ashley choose from the list of for-pay movies. Barely seventeen, she hadn’t yet acquired the notion of first finishing everything that must be done before playing or relaxing. I had expected her to pick a movie recently released, but she’d chosen hardcore porn. “In a minute, Daddy.” I looked at her. She lay on her side of the bed – our twin beds had been pushed together yesterday by the hotel at my request. We both wore the thick white terry robes that came with the room. The last few inches of her long blonde hair were still wet from the Jacuzzi tub. After three days of sex with my daughter, I knew every inch of the lean, tan body beneath the robe. She enticed me far more than the bigger-breasted women on the screen. “Why does the guy always pull out when he comes, Daddy? You don’t do that. Chase only does it to make the sex safer. Is that why?” “No, honey, it’s because the people who make the movie think you want to see him come. It’s partly for show and partly to prove he had an orgasm. I think. I’m not exactly a porn expert.” Not for lack of looking on Tumblr or reading Lushstories, I thought. “It’s true, I guess,” she said, “that I’d rather see him come escort than just leave it inside her.” I rubbed her shoulder. “You sure are growing up, honey. Too fast, maybe.” She turned her head toward me, smiled thoughtfully and launched herself on top of me with the enthusiasm of a puppy. Not quite sitting on my lap, she leaned forward and kissed me before leaning back and massaging my chest. I could see her pussy below where her robe parted at her waist. “I like seeing you come, Daddy. It means I make you happy.” My cock was hardening beneath her, despite the barrier of my robe. I smiled at her and said, “Yes, honey, you do make me happy, with or without sex. Tell you what, you pack and you can watch me masturbate and watch me come.” I loved saying that to my daughter, something that before this trip happened only in my dreams. “Okay,” she said, surprisingly me just a little. “Can you come without masturbating? Just by watching the movie or something, no rubbing?” “I don’t think so. Do you want me to try?” The thought of her watching my cock that closely turned me on. “YES! Please, Daddy, it will be fun.” She clambered off me and cinched her robe. Still on my back, I opened my robe so the sides fell away and I was completely exposed, my arms still in the warm terry. My cock stretched toward my chin, the tip about two inches past my navel. For the first time in a long time, I remembered how I used to suck my own bayan escort cock, something I certainly wasn’t going to do in front of my daughter. “Honey, you know what would help?” I asked, already forgetting she was supposed to be packing up. “Take off your robe? Let me admire your hot little body?” “Oh, Daddy, you’re just saying that. The women on TV are much hotter than me.” “No way. Let me see my hot baby girl naked. Lie down on your side of the bed.” Her robe was on the floor in seconds. “You are so lovely, honey. Blonde hair. Wide blue eyes. Perfect teeth. Cute little nose.” I shrugged off my robe and kneeled between her legs, my cock aimed straight at the wall over her head. I stroked her knees, almost speechless with a father’s mix of love and lust. Ashley stared intently at my cock, as though wishing alone could make me come. I stroked the inside of her thighs. My cock pulsed. “Look, Daddy, that guy just pulled out and is going to come on her ass.” I turned my head and we both watched. When he did spurt on the girl’s butt and much of her back, I felt Ashley flinch. My cock wanted to be rubbed or sucked . . . any kind of contact would help. “I don’t think this is going to happen, Ashley,” I said. “Sure it will, Daddy,” she said, sliding down so her pussy was against one of my knees. She rubbed herself against me. “Am I helping?” I could feel her pussy, could see the fine blonde hair. I tensed my leg escort bayan and pressed back. We both saw pre-come form at the end of my cock. “Oh, Daddy, there it is again!” She pretended to pout. “And I can’t even touch it.” I moved my knee against her pussy, my hands on top of her thighs both for balance and so I wouldn’t start masturbating unconsciously. Of course, the knee is connected to the thigh, which attaches to the hip . . . my cock swung to the same rhythm as my knee. “By the way, you never said, whatever happened after Chase, uh, fucked your mom. He just packed up and went home?” “Well, no, Daddy,” she said slowly, “that’s not what happened. After his like two-second fuck, Mom told him it was okay that he came before she did, but he had to be fair and help her come, too. So after he pulled out of her and his come leaked out of Mom’s pussy and he started to suck on her boob like he did before, Mom goes, ‘No, Chase, it will take more than that. Eat my pussy.’ And he put his head down there and Mom told him exactly what to do. Pretty soon, she was twitching all around and she grabbed his head and held it right on her cunt and she told him not to stop and her boobs were bouncing and she came. She screamed when she came, in a good way. And Chase looked up kinda glassy eyed and cocky.” More pre-cum had leaked from my cock and, like a drop of honey, slowly dripped a clear thin thread down to Ashley’s pussy. She looked down at herself and rubbed it in. Possibly pleased with the extra slipperiness added to her own, she began to masturbate, her fingers between my knee and her clit. “Well, honey, your mom is a little.

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