“Uh, jeez.”
“Daddy, it’s okay. You had your fingers in my pussy. You made me squirt. I’m the humiliated one. If your cock is hard, it’s nothing compared to the embarrassment I’ve had.”
I gave her a half smile and then bared my chest. It was a bit hairy, but you could see still my decent dad bod. Driving a truck didn’t leave one a lot of time to stay in shape, but I did my best.
I unbuckled my belt next, and then opened up my jeans. I couldn’t believe this had all happened, but I slid my jeans down anyway. My underwear was tight around my crotch and I saw my daughter’s eyes watching for the big reveal. I didn’t disappoint her. I’d never been shy to show my cock off when I was younger, and now I felt like, what the hell? I slid the underwear down and out flopped my long thick shaft.
“Oh wow, fuck!” she said.
“Fuck what?” I said. “Don’t use that kind of language, young lady.”
“Sorry, Daddy, that’s just a really nice big cock.”
“All right, you don’t get to comment on my cock, do you understand?”
“Sorry, sir,” she said, lowering her eyes, but I could tell she was still focusing on it.
Now free of my clothes, I came around to her side and helped lift her up. She put her arm around my shoulders and kept her head down, either to watch where she stepped or to watch my cock. She stumbled into the bathtub. I followed her in and slid the curtain closed. The water was ice cold when I turned it on and she yelped, clinging to me, her hip grinding into my cock until the cold water turned warm. I helped keep her up. She used one hand to gently start to massage her own chest, rubbing the water around her breasts. My cock was getting harder, standing longer and taller. She kept looking down at it.
“Don’t look at it so much,” I said.
“I’m not,” she said.
“Clean yourself up,” I said.
“It’s very distracting” she said.
“You’re the one who asked me to undress.” I handed her the bar of soap. “Hurry up. And wash that writing off your body.”
She washed, albeit slowly, massaging the bar of soap around her breasts and between them, passing over the black text on her stomach.
“Daddy, my arms are so sore. Can you help me?”
“Seriously?”
“Please, just a little?”
I took the bar of soap from her and brought it to her stomach. She kept one hand on my shoulder and another on the safety bar in the shower. I scrubbed that bar of soap on those filthy letters written on her body. Her skin was red by the time it came off. She whimpered a little and I started to ease up with the soap bar, massaging it into her skin as I worked my way up, between her breasts.
“Clean my nipples, Daddy,” she said. “Their mouths were all over them. I can still feel their nasty teeth.”
“Okay,” I said, bringing the bar across the curve of her breasts and running it over her nipple. She let out a little exhale, and I kept washing, moving the soapy bar in a circular fashion across her breasts, moving to the other and encircling her nipple. I felt my cock flex as it touched her flesh. She looked down at it again.
“Don’t look at it,” I said.
“It’s hard to ignore,” she said. “Wash my back too, please.”
I did as she asked, washing her back, under her arms and down her sides. My cock was getting so very hard now. I tried to ignore it myself. I couldn’t imagine what she was thinking.
“Your cock is so much bigger than theirs,” she said.
“Baby.”
“It is. If you had fucked me like they did, I think I’d be dead.”
“Jesus, Karla. Don’t remind me.”
“Don’t remind you that I was fucked by four men? That they used me like a sex toy?”
“Baby, come on.”
“They were so rough with me, you know?”
“I’m sorry, baby.”
She sniffled. “They were like greedy pigs at a trough, each one sticking their cock in me, but the next was so greedy, he’d push the other out of the way and take his turn. They kept each other from cumming because they all wanted a turn, so none of them finished for so long. They just kept hammering my pussy for hours, and humping my mouth, gagging me on their cocks.”
“Fucking hell,” I said softly.
“I have so much cum in my pussy, Daddy,” she said. “You have to get it out of me so I don’t get pregnant.”
“Huh?”
“My arms are so sore. Can you wash my pussy for me?”
I took an exhale. “Yeah, okay.”
I pushed the soap bar farther down, massaging it against her pubic bone. She took a step wider to open her legs, and I slid the soap bar between them, moving it across her swollen cunt.
“Daddy, I need you to wash inside of me.”
“You want me to put this bar of soap in you?” I asked in confusion.
“No, of course not. I mean, you have to use your fingers again, scoop all the cum out.”
“Wha?” I said wildly. I nearly dropped her.
“Please, just get your hands nice and soapy, and try to get all the cum out of me.”
“Fuck.” What else was I going to say though? No, good luck with that pregnancy? Of course not. I was going to have to do it, and after all, I’d already had my fingers in her pussy earlier.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, please. I don’t want to get pregnant. And they put so much cum in me, more than once too. They just kept fucking me over and over and cumming in me, and not just my pussy, my face and chest too. They were animals.”
I hated hearing this. I rubbed the soap bar between my hands and then put it aside. I slid my fingers across her pussy lips. I started to work them inside again. She still felt gooey. I hooked my fingers tried to rub around inside of her, pulling the cum out. She winced and hissed.
“Ow, Daddy.”
“What? Did I hurt you?”
“No, it’s the soap. It burns.”
“Oh. That’s good. Means it’s working.”
“I guess so. Go deep in my pussy, Daddy, don’t let them make me pregnant.”
I slid my fingers back in her and tried to rub around inside, pulling out more goo. Her head rolled back and she was biting her lip. I had a feeling it was more enjoyable than painful for her. In my fingers went in again, after making them soapy, washing inside her like a tall glass with milk at the bottom. I was going to get all of that disgusting cum out of her.
“Fuck,” she said breathlessly. “Fuck, Daddy.”
“You okay?”
“Mmhmm!” she said, nodding. “Deeper please.”
I went deeper, hooking my two fingers and dragging them out of her.
“Fuck, oh, fuck,” she whispered.
“Baby?”
“Sorry, you’re just hitting my g-spot.”
“Should I stop?”
“No, fuck no. Please keep cleaning me.”
I worried she was going to cum again, but it wasn’t my intention. Nevertheless, I kept pushing my fingers in and out of her, rubbing the inner walls of her cunt and dragging them out, rinsing them off, soaping them up, then stuffing them back in.
“Oh, fuck, god!” she suddenly cried as my fingers hooked her g-spot. When I looked down, she was pissing in my hand, or squirting. Either way, I kept rubbing my fingers inside of her. I felt her nails tight on my shoulder. She held on to me and groaned in pleasure. I slid my fingers out of her, and I could see she was blushing, despite the warm water running over both of us.
“Thank you for cleaning me up, Daddy.”
“Why don’t we get you out of the shower?” I said.