Daddy Teach Me To Suck: A Sensual Erotic Sex Story
As she looked around the room, it was as if she had been transported to a different world. The walls were painted in a deep burgundy, and the curtains were pulled back to showcase the large bed in the center. On the bed’s headboard was a single rose, its thorns still intact and giving off a sweet, fragrant aroma.
In the corner of the room, her father was seated in a large chair, his face unreadable as he watched her. She had been asked by her father to come to this place, not knowing what to expect but feeling a strange curiosity as she followed behind him.
She nervously crossed the room to where he was, her gaze never leaving the floor. He looked up at her and beckoned her closer, and she obeyed his silent command, standing before him and waiting for whatever he might say.
“I know you have been curious about physical intimacy,” he said, his voice low and steady. “That is why I have asked you to come here. I am going to teach you how to suck a man’s cock.”
Her cheeks flamed as the words left his mouth, and she could feel her heart racing in her chest. The thought of it made her both elated and terrified at the same time.
“Now, I need you to undress,” he said. “I want to see your body, so I can teach you the proper techniques.”
She nervously began to undress, feeling her skin heat up with shame and arousal. She felt exposed and vulnerable in this position, but yet she also felt a strange thrill, as she felt her father’s eyes on her.
As she finished undressing, her father instructed her to lie down on the bed and opened the dresser drawers, pulling out a few items. He laid the items on the bed beside her and began to explain the process to her.
“I want you to take my cock in your hands and kiss it,” he said. “Then gently suck it, running your tongue around it and creating a suction. Don’t be afraid to use your hands, too, if it makes you more comfortable.”
She slowly followed his instructions, feeling increasingly aroused as she slowly caressed him. His hands moved to the back of her head, gently coaxing her to move faster and with more pressure. She felt herself getting lost in the sensations, and before she knew it, her father’s breathing had quickened, and he was pushing her head away.
She gasped, suddenly aware of what they had just done. He smiled, a twinkle in his eye, and kissed her forehead.
“My sweet girl,” he said. “You are a natural.”
He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her in a comforting embrace. She felt warm and safe in his arms, and for a moment, all the fear and confusion she had been feeling evaporated away.
“I know you’ll be an excellent lover,” he said. “But you must remember, always use protection.”
She nodded, feeling the weight of his words. She knew he was right, and in that moment, she felt more empowered and in control than she ever had before.
The next few weeks flew by, and before she knew it, she found herself in a brothel. She was nervous as she entered the building, but as soon as she stepped into one of the rooms, she felt her fears begin to drift away.
The room was dimly lit, and a single light shone down on the bed in the center. On the bed was a woman, dressed in nothing but a sheer black nightgown. She felt her heart quicken as the woman pulled her into an embrace and began to kiss her neck.
The woman’s hands moved across her body, caressing her in places she had never been touched before. She felt herself melting into the arms of the woman, and before she knew it, the woman had begun to teach her the art of pleasing a man.
The woman used her hands and mouth, using her tongue to flick against her most sensitive spots and her fingers to explore her innermost places. She felt her entire body quivering with pleasure, and before she knew it, she was no longer a virgin.
The weeks afterwards, she continued to explore her newfound sexuality, visiting brothels and exploring different types of sexual encounters. Her father had been right; she was an excellent lover, and her partners always left her room feeling satisfied and wanting more.
But no matter how many times she visited these places and explored her own body, she could never forget the first time she had experienced physical pleasure. Every time she remembered the intimate moment she had shared with her father, she would remember the heat of his hands, the feel of his lips against her skin, and the look in his eyes.
She would always be grateful for the deep bond they had created in that room, and her newfound knowledge of the pleasure that comes with physical intimacy. And she would always remember what her father had taught her: Daddy taught me to suck.
