“Yes, my Master,” I said, a thrill coursing through my pussy even as his hand teased it.“You are soaking wet, my slut. Tell me ... what do you w...ant?” he said.I knew what he meant. This was the same game his father would play. He would tease me to the point of madness before fucking me and it made my orgasms incredibly powerful!“Please, Master ... please ... go inside...” I whimpered. God, I hadn’t said that in so long! I nearly came just talking like this again!“Such a needy little cunt isn’t. I felt my little cock stir.Did I tell you? I have a tiny cock. It’s haunted me all my life. Sports changing rooms at school, gents toilets where I have to turn away and try to hide it to avoid embarrassment. Girlfriends (not that I’ve had many) who when I got them to bed were too polite to laugh, but never came back for a second date.Anyway, that’s not really relevant, or maybe it is?“Tony, I asked you a question!” Firmer this time and I woke up from my reverie.She moved on the sofa opposite me. He stopped and I reached down and stroked his knickers, my hand brushing against his erection, my mouth longing to do the same.I gently peeled his cami of and we lay facing each other again, only in our panties and we still hadn't touched each others cock, both putting of the moment for as long as possible, relishing the torture of desire. My knickers felt strained as my cock was dying for the gentle touch of his fingers, but still we waited, looking at each other and slowly caressing each. My daughter said, “Oh Dad, that is exactly what I’ve needed. I wanted a man to love me for who I was and I never dreamed that it would be my own father.”I fucked into her slowly, each stroke being as long in length as possible. I wished that I had another inch but she wasn’t complaining. I held on long enough to see her face contort as her orgasm started. She reminded me so much of her mother. Then I came in her, kissed her, and held her in my arms until she finally spoke.She said, “If you can.