I started unzipping his pants, so eager to wrap my lips around his dick and prove I was slut enough for being a porn star. The man groaned as I did that. He made this strangled sound as I reached into his fly and felt him hard in his pants.

"Annie?" he croaked.

I knew that voice.

"D-daddy?" I gasped, my hand slipping through his fly into his boxers to hold his dick.

"Annie, what are you doing?" he gasped.

This was my father. Of course, he would walk home through the park. Mom hated it because she was afraid he'd get stabbed. I should have thought of that, but...