"Yes, daddy."

"What do you see there?"

"That your dick is really hard."

"That's right. Now, reach behind you and grab hold of each ankle. There... that's a good girl. Now lick your lips and open that sweet mouth."

I did as I was told. It felt so humiliating being on my knees, in the laundry room, in this secret place, with my dad having this hold over me. He slipped just the tip of his dick into my mouth. It felt warm, almost hot, and just a little bit slick already. It was firm but slightly giving, like an almost ripe plum.

"Swirl that pink tongue all around it,...