This is part 3. For part 1, My Daughter’s Big Boobs. Or for part 2, I Titty Fucked My Daughter
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The next evening, I had just walked through the door after a long day at work when Sofia ran into the living room. She was still wearing that tight pink tank top that hugged her curves like a second skin. Her chestnut hair fell loose around her shoulders. I smiled every time I saw her.
“Hey Daddy!” she called sweetly, rocking on her heels. “I want to bake you something special tonight, those triple-chocolate cupcakes you love, and then we can watch a movie together on the couch, just like old times, snuggled under the big blanket?”
“That sounds perfect,” I said immediately, setting down my briefcase. After the stress of the workday, nothing sounded better than spending time with Sofia.
She beamed, grabbing my hand and dragging me to the kitchen. “Sit here,” she said, patting the counter stool. “You can keep me company while I work.”
I obeyed, settling in as she gathered ingredients from the pantry and fridge. The way she moved was hypnotic; her heavy breasts swayed and jiggled with every step, every reach for the flour on the top shelf. The thin cotton of her tank top did little to hide how her nipples had hardened. When she bent over to retrieve a mixing bowl from the lower cabinet, her shorts rode up, revealing the full curve of her ass and the soft flesh of her thighs.
“Professor Williams gave me an A on that paper I was stressing about,” she chattered, measuring flour into the bowl. “He said my analysis was remarkably insightful for a freshman.”
“That’s my girl,” I said proudly. “I knew you’d nail it.”
As she stirred the thick batter, her breasts bounced. She worked her way around the counter, coming to stand right beside me. Every few minutes, she would “accidentally” brush against my arm with her well-endowed chest.
“Can you taste this?” she asked, holding up a chocolate-covered spoon. When I leaned forward, she giggled and dabbed a spot of batter on my nose.
“Very mature,” I laughed, wiping it off.
Sofia poured the batter into the cupcake tray and slid it into the oven. “Twenty minutes,” she said, setting the timer.
While the cupcakes baked, she kept finding reasons to move around me, each time letting her body make contact with mine, a hand on my shoulder, her hip against my side and her breasts grazing my back as she reached for something behind me. By the time the timer dinged, my body was on high alert, hyperaware of her every movement.
“They need to cool before I frost them,” she said, carefully removing the tray.
The rich chocolate smell filled the kitchen as the cupcakes cooled on the rack. Sofia grabbed a can of whipped cream from the fridge for the frosting. She gave it a shake, but something was off … the cap was loose.
“I think this needs a good—” she began, shaking it hard.
Suddenly, the whole thing exploded. A thick jet of white cream shot straight up and splattered all over her face, covering her cheeks, nose, lips and with one thick rope streaking across her left eye and forehead.
She froze in shock, then burst out laughing, the cream dripping off her chin onto her cleavage and tank top. My cock twitched hard in my pants. It looked exactly like a facial… the way the white cream coated her face, dripping down onto those big breasts, just like when I’d covered her tits with cum yesterday. Fuck if that didn’t make me throb.
Sofia swiped some cream off her cheek with her finger and licked it playfully. “Hmm, at least it tastes good!” she said with an innocent smile that somehow managed to be incredibly teasing at the same time.
“Let me help you clean up,” I offered, grabbing a kitchen towel and stepping closer.
“It’s everywhere,” she giggled as I gently wiped her face.
After she’d changed her shirt and cleaned the last traces of whipped cream from her skin, we moved to the couch with the cupcakes. I settled in, expecting to scroll through movies, when Sofia shyly turned to me.
“Daddy…” she began, fidgeting with the edge of the blanket she’d pulled over our laps. “The movie idea is nice, but… maybe we could watch something else instead? Something more… exciting?”
I raised an eyebrow. “What did you have in mind?”
She bit her lip, cheeks flushing pink. “I’ve been watching a lot of porn lately. Like, a lot. It helped me feel better about my breasts, seeing other girls with huge ones getting worshipped instead of teased.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” she continued, gaining confidence. “That’s how I got the courage to show you… and do the blowjob… and the titty-fuck.”
“I’m glad it helped you.”
“So… can we? Watch some together?” Her eyes were hopeful, pleading.
Every rational part of me knew this was crossing yet another line. But we’d already gone so far beyond appropriate. “Alright… if that’s what you want, baby.”
She smiled brightly and grabbed her laptop from the coffee table. After a few clicks, she found what she was looking for and turned the screen so we could both see. She snuggled closer, pressing into my side under the blanket while we ate the cupcakes.
The video started with a painfully obvious setup, a busty young woman asking her stepdad for help with something in her bedroom. The acting was terrible, all exaggerated expressions and stilted dialogue.
“The plots are so silly,” Sofia whispered, giggling. “But it gets better.”
Sure enough, within minutes, the scene shifted. The girl was suddenly topless, her large breasts on full display as the older man stared in poorly acted shock. As the scene progressed, the man began to massage the girl’s breasts, leading to her straddling him on the bed.
“Her boobs are even bigger than mine,” Sofia commented, her voice lower now.
“No, yours are way better,” I reassured her, making her smile.
On screen, the action escalated quickly. The man was now on his back while the girl positioned herself above him, wrapping her enormous breasts around his shaft.
“That’s what we did yesterday…” Sofia whispered, her breath hot against my ear.
I felt her shifting beside me, squirming slightly under the blanket. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as the couple on screen moved faster.
Sofia’s hand accidentally brushed against my thigh under the blanket, then again, less accidentally. Her fingertips traced small circles, moving higher with each pass. Then her hand finally came to rest directly over the growing bulge in my pants.
“You’re hard again,” she whispered, eyes still fixed on the screen where the man was now vigorously fucking the woman.
“Sofia…” I said, but made no move to stop her. Her small hand squeezed lightly, measuring my hardness through the fabric.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, her eyes still fixed on the screen. “I just want to watch together.”
She kept her hand there, seemingly innocent, but every few seconds she’d shift position, causing her fingers to brush against my growing erection. Each accidental touch sent electricity through my body. Her breathing quickened as the video continued and the man fucked the young woman in various positions.
On screen, the actress was on her knees now, looking up adoringly as she sucked the man off. Sofia’s squirming intensified, her hip pressing against mine and her hand now deliberately rubbing my cock through my pants.
The camera pulled back to show her working slowly, lovingly, taking her time as she worshipped the man with her mouth. The wet sounds filled our living room, mixing with Sofia’s increasingly heavy breaths.
“She’s really good at that,” Sofia whispered, her eyes wide and focused. “Better than me, I think.”
“You were perfect,” I said, patting her back.
The blowjob continued. The woman maintained eye contact with her partner the entire time, her lips stretched tight around his girth. Sofia’s breathing grew heavier with each passing second.
As the scene built toward its climax, the man pulled out, stroking himself rapidly. The woman tilted her face upward, mouth open and eyes pleading. With a groan, he erupted, painting thick white ropes across her forehead, cheeks, and open mouth.
Sofia paused the video, the frame frozen on the woman’s cum-covered face. She turned to me slowly, her eyes wide and innocent despite everything we’d done.
“Why do they always finish on the girl’s face like that?” she asked softly. “Is it… hot?”
I looked at my daughter. “Yeah, sweetheart,” I admitted. “It’s really hot. Seeing a pretty girl look up at you, covered in your cum… knowing she wanted it… it’s one of the hottest things there is.”
Sofia’s pupils dilated at my words. The thin material of her tank top did nothing to hide her rock-hard nipples pressing against the fabric. Under the blanket, my cock strained painfully against my zipper, fully erect and throbbing.
She leaned closer, her breath tickling my ear as she whispered, “I want to try that… the thing they just did.”
My body went rigid. I stared at her, searching her face for any sign of hesitation or doubt, but found only determination and arousal in those innocent eyes. “Sofia, I don’t think—”
“Please, Daddy?” she cut me off, her hand squeezing my cock through my pants. “I loved tasting you yesterday. I want to feel it on my face too.”
God help me, but the pleading in her voice, the way she said Daddy with that perfect mixture of innocence and desire, it broke something inside me. My last thread of resistance snapped. “Alright, sweetie. We can try it.”
Beaming, she rose from the couch, peeled her tight pink tank top off, and let her enormous breasts bounce free. They swayed heavily, pale and perfect, the big soft-pink areolas already puckered, candy-pink nipples stiff from arousal and the cool air. She dropped to her knees between my spread thighs, looking up at me with those wide, trusting eyes while the paused porn still glowed behind her.
“Help me get you ready?” she asked innocently, reaching for my belt.
I lifted my hips so she could tug my pants and boxers down. My cock sprang out, already rock-hard and leaking. Sofia wrapped both small hands around the thick shaft, stroking slowly, then leaned forward and pressed her heavy tits together around it. The warm, silky weight enveloped me instantly, so soft, so full and the oil from yesterday’s memory making me throb at the reminder. She slid her breasts up and down once, twice, teasing the head with her cleavage while her thumbs rubbed the underside.
“I want you to cum all over my face… just like in the video,” she begged, voice breathy.
“Put it in your mouth, and I’ll tell you when I’m about to come.”
Leaning in, she took me into her mouth in one eager glide. Her lips stretched wide around my girth, hot and wet, tongue swirling desperately. She was sloppy from the start, no teasing, just hungry and horny for daddy’s cock. She bobbed fast, cheeks hollowing, spit already spilling from the corners of her mouth and running down my shaft onto her tits. Every time she pushed deeper, the heavy globes slapped wetly against my thighs, the sound filthy and loud. Her nipples dragged across my skin, stiff little peaks leaving shiny trails.
The TV was still paused, but she must have hit play by accident with her knee. Suddenly, the room filled with wet sucking sounds and a girl moaning, “Cover me, please…” as another on-screen facial began. Sofia moaned around my cock at the noise, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. She took me deeper, gagging softly when the head bumped her throat, but she didn’t pull back. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, spit bubbled at her lips, and thick strings of saliva swung from her chin every time she lifted her head. Her breasts bounced wildly with each sloppy stroke, slapping together and against my legs.
“Fuck, Sofia… your mouth feels so good,” I groaned, cupping her neck.
She pulled off with a wet pop, gasping, lips swollen and shiny. A long rope of spit connected her lower lip to my glistening cock. She stroked me fast with both hands, twisting at the head, while she pushed her massive tits up from underneath, offering them like a gift.
“I want it on my face,” she said, eyes locked on mine, completely unafraid. “Please, Daddy… paint me.”
That was it. The combination of her sweet voice, the obscene wet sounds from the porn still playing behind her and the sight of my innocent daughter on her knees with her huge tits bouncing and spit dripping everywhere sent me over the edge.
“Pull it out, I’m going to cum so hard.”
She did, aiming the slit right at her face. I groaned deep in my chest. My cock swelled hard in her pumping fists. The first thick rope erupted like a shot, long, powerful and messy, splashing straight across her forehead and into her hair. She gasped in delight, tilting her face up higher. The second and third ropes followed in quick, heavy bursts, landing across her left cheek and the bridge of her nose with wet splats that made her flinch and giggle at the same time. More cum streaked her right cheek, one rope catching the corner of her mouth and dripping off her chin in a thick white curtain.
She opened wide at the last second, tongue out like the girl on TV. The next massive spurt landed right on her pink tongue, pooling there before she moaned and swallowed greedily. But I wasn’t done, wave after wave kept coming, splashing wildly. One heavy jet hit her left eyelid, forcing her to blink through the mess; another thick rope painted her upper lip and dripped down onto her heaving breasts, sliding slowly through her cleavage. Cum was everywhere: forehead, both cheeks, nose, chin and even a stray splash on her neck. It ran in messy rivulets down her face, dripping off her jawline onto those perfect, jiggling tits in heavy white globs that clung to her stiff nipples.
She kept stroking me through every pulsing spurt, milking out the last drops with both slick hands while moaning softly, “Hmm, Daddy, that was a lot of cum!” She giggled. Her breasts bounced with the motion of her arms, cum sliding down the pale curves and making them glisten even more.
When I finally stopped throbbing, she stayed right there on her knees, face absolutely covered, a complete, dripping, shiny mess. Thick strands hung from her eyelashes, her lips were glazed, and cum still slowly dripped from her chin onto her tits in lazy white trails. She looked up at me with the proudest little smile, eyes sparkling through the mess.
“Did you like it?” she asked me innocently.
“Yeah, it was amazing.”
She scooped a thick dollop from her cheek with two fingers, brought it to her mouth, and sucked them clean, humming happily.
“I like this way too…” she whispered, voice soft and satisfied.
I brought her a towel, which got thoroughly soaked when she wiped the facial from her face. Then we sat together, enjoying the cupcakes and each other’s company. I kissed her forehead, grateful to have such a beautiful, well-endowed daughter.
The end.
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