Chapter 2: Dad Demands a Quickie

“I assume that outfit is supposed to distract the dealer?” my dad chuckled from my bedroom doorway.

I turned and grinned to him, hands on my hips as I did a slow turn for him to get an eyeful of me.

“Well, it would work if I was dealing!” he laughed. Then he looked more serious and asked, “So any expectations?”

I knew my dad well enough to know he wasn’t asking which craps table I would be playing. The problem was, I really did NOT know what to expect so I just shrugged.

“Well, looks like you’re ready for anything,” he chuckled again, “Damn girl, you look HOT in that outfit!”

My dad had changed into a pair of sweat shorts and ragged T-shirt after church. As baggy as the shorts were, they did little to hide the growing erection inside as his eyes never left my butt. I walked slowly over to him and placed my hand squarely on top of his dick and grabbed it through the shorts.

“Hmmmmmm, looks like someone likes my outfit,” I teased him as I stroked his cock slowly through his shorts.

“Well, then quit teasing and suck it you little cock teaser,” he said, sounding a little exasperated.

I looked up at him and laughed gently. “But daddy, they’ll be here any minute!”

“So?” he countered, rolling his eyes, “You aren’t going to leave your dear old dad all frustrated, now are you?”

“Oh daddy!” I sighed, “What am I going to do with you?”

“Suck my dick, that’s what!” he exclaimed as he motioned for me to kneel before him.

Ever the obedient daughter (well, at least when it came to sex) I squatted down on the backs of my heels. My shorts were so tight I thought they were going to split but they held in there for me. Hurriedly I reached for his cock and pulled it up and over the elastic waistband of his shorts, pushing the shorts down and under his balls to keep them out of the way. Knowing the there could arrive any moment, there was no time to play with it so I just took him in my mouth and started to go to work on him without a lot of foreplay.

“Oh god yes, now THAT’S what I’m talking about,” he groaned, holding my head in tight to his crotch.

“Kelly, your ride’s here!” my mom called up from downstairs. I started to sit up but my dad pushed down hard on my shoulder and pulled my head even tighter into his hairy crotch.

“Where the fuck are you going slut? Not ‘til you’re finished,” he insisted.

Well, what choice did I have so I stroked his shaft with one hand while I sucked his dick and licked his shaft with my tongue. My free hand grabbed his ass to keep my balance as I bobbed my head on his cock as fast as I could.