“Sin churns your cunt to a froth, harlot,” groaned Daddy. “My little Alexandra is a whore. She loves sucking cock and drinking cum.”
His words kept the orgasm burning hot through my body. I slammed my hips back as I guzzled down another load of cum. My belly ached, but I kept swallowing. I didn’t care. I had to drink as much of it as I could.
And then another cock took its place.
It was all so much. The pleasure rushed over and over through my body. Cum spurted down my throat. My knees ached, and I didn’t care. I just had to keep sinning. Daddy’s cock thrust so deep into my pussy. He kept fucking me harder and harder, keeping my cumming and moaning and sucking cock.
And then he grunted. He slammed into my depths. His dick spurted while the cock in my mouth erupted. Both men groaned, calling me a whore as their jizz spilled into my body. I received it from both ends.
Hot, incestuous jizz in my cunt. Warm, salty cum in my belly.
My orgasm intensified. I shuddered, my screams of passion muffled about the dick in my mouth. And then it withdrew and I gasped, “Yes, yes, yes, Daddy. Cum in my cunt. I love it. I love it when you do that. I’m your whore, Daddy. Your naughty, sinful harlot.”
“Yes,” he grunted and thrust a final time, his cum spilling into me.
I sucked more cocks after that. I satisfied every one. When they were finally all satiated, I had thirty-one dollars. Daddy took half. “Whores have pimps,” he told me as he pocketed the money.
I nodded my head and stumbled out of the bathroom.
I couldn’t believe how much of a mess I was. My face was sweaty and flushed. Cum stained it. It dripped down my lips to my tits, the older jizz already dried. I swiped up globs of it, bringing the salty treat to my hungry mouth before I washed myself off at the sink while Daddy watched.
“Do you still want to be a whore, slut?” Daddy asked.
“Yes,” I nodded. “Yes, I do, Daddy. I love it.”
He stared at me when I said that while I used paper towels to wipe off the combined jizz of over a dozen men-I was fairly certain I sucked each cock at least twice. He watched me, thinking. I wondered what was going through his head as I dressed.
We drove back home in silence. I was sleepy from all my orgasms and cock sucking. Daddy had fucked me a second time while I blew those cocks, and I lost track of my orgasms. It was wonderful. I think I even fell asleep for a bit, rocked by the car, because I didn’t remember most of the return trip. Just Daddy parking before our house.
“Come on, harlot,” Daddy said. “We’re home.”
“Mmm, I hope dinner is ready. I’m famished.”
“Didn’t eat enough?”
I giggled, patting my belly. “It was delicious but not very filling. I could use more.” I arched an eyebrow. “Care to top me off, Daddy?”
He shook his head. “Lord, what a sinful, wanton temptress you have placed in my life.”
He climbed out of the car and headed for the front door. I followed, beaming with satisfaction. Dinner was just being finished when we walked in, Mother wearing her apron over her dress, a huge smile on her lips.
“There they are. How did the mission work go?” she asked.
“Well,” I beamed. “I think we helped a lot of men out. I heard so many praises today.” All those men gasping God and Lord as they came in my mouth. “I think I really touched them.”
“That’s wonderful.” Mother gave me a quick kiss on both cheeks. She had no idea they had cum on them only an hour ago. “Well, I bet you worked up an appetite.”
I did. And I couldn’t wait to keep sinning with my preacher daddy. What else did he have in store? Dancing at the “Live Nude Go Go Dancers” burlesque? Or maybe he wanted to see me sin with another woman? Like Donna. That would be hot.