Reblogged from cumsplatteredchicks
Her 18th birthday was coming up and I was dreading the customary “What do you want for you birthday?” question. What would she ask for this year? A new laptop? A tablet? A phone? A new car?
I approached her after dinner a week before the big day. She gave me an odd look, like she’d been waiting for that question and stood very close to me. I could smell her shampoo.
"I’ll be eighteen, Daddy," she whispered and to my astonishment, she reached down between us and rubbed the front of my jeans. My cock responded immediately. "I’ll finally be a woman. And what I want most this birthday, is for you to give me a big load of cum all over my face.”
I gulped as she stared up at me with a seductive look on her face. Her hand was still teasing me through the ever-tightening barrier of denim between it and my dick.
"What do you say, Daddy? Don’t deny you want it. I’ve seen the porn you have on your computer and it turns me on. Don’t you want me to be your dirty little slut? Your own personal fuck-toy whore? When I’m eighteen, that’s what I’ll be for you, Daddy. That’s what I want for my birthday."
Well, here it is a week later. My little girl is naked on her knees in front of me, gleefully milking every last drop of incestuous cum out of my cock and all I can think about is how this was by far the easiest of the eighteen birthdays she’s now had.
Finally done jerking my now-wilting cock, she looks up at me from her knees and says sweetly, “What do you want for your birthday, Daddy?”