Perverted Step-Dad System

"Dad..." she whispered.

Hearing her, I dragged my tongue through the centre of her pussy, slow enough that she felt every millimetre of my lick.

Her inner walls fluttered slightly as a fresh line of love juice slipped out and ran toward the tablecloth.

I caught it with my tongue the moment it came out, licking it clean before it reached the linen.

Jane’s head dropped back against the table.

The chandelier threw broken gold across her throat and the upper half of her dress.

Her hands found my hair and stayed there, not pulling, only holding, as if she needed something solid while the rest of her went soft.

After I was done with the caviar by the side, I reached for the plate of remaining wagyu.

The meat was still warm.

I tore a thin strip with my fingers and laid it along the length of her slit.

It darkened almost at once where her wetness soaked into it.

Jane watched me do it with her lips parted.

The flush on her face had spread down her neck.

I leaned in and ate the strip from her pussy the same way I had eaten the first piece.

My lips closed over her and the meat together.

The fat melted as her taste ran through it.

Jane’s knees drew inward slightly and then opened lewdly again, wider than before.

I took another strip.

This time I did not place it atop her pussy before eating.

Rather, I held it between my teeth and pressed the whole length of it against her clit, rubbing it a couple of times before drawing it into my mouth.

Jane’s back arched slightly as a broken moan slipped out of her lips.

"Oh god..." she gasped, causing the wine glass at the edge of the table to tremble.

Ignoring how much pleasure she was feeling, I took another piece of meat and set the next piece lower, right against the small opening of her pussy that kept fluttering.

Jane felt the heat of the meat and then the cooler air when I pulled it away to eat.

Her pussy was leaking steadily now.

It no longer took time for her to grow wet enough.

Every pass of my tongue produced more love juices from her already soaked pussy.

I cleaned her repeatedly, however she dirtied herself again within seconds due to how horny she had become.

"Dad, I..." Her voice broke as she tried to speak.

"It feels too much."

I kissed the inside of her thigh, withdrawing my tongue from her warm pussy lips as I replied to her in a calm tone.

"You asked me to use you as I please... I’m doing just that..."

Jane’s eyes shone when she looked down the length of her body at me.

The alcohol still sat in her gaze, but underneath it was something clearer.

I could see a wave of shame and a little bit of... want? The eagerness in her eyes was hard to suppress.

I smiled noticing this sight in my daughter’s gaze and took the saffron cream next.

I placed a ribbon of it on the tip of my finger, then slowly and gently painted it over her clit in a slow circle.

After I was done covering her pussy in the cream, I leaned forward and licked it off.

In moments, the spice bloomed on my tongue together with her love juices, which was a slippery mess.

Jane’s toes curled at her sides and her heels pressed into the table due to the overwhelming pleasure she felt.

Admiring her reaction, I repeated the same motion.

This time shifting my attention lower, I spread the cream evenly along her inner pussy lips until they gleamed with a goldish hue.

Then I leaned forward and sealed my mouth over her pussy and began sucking the cream out of her golden, slippery lewd hole.

Jane’s cry filled the dining room and her fingers tightened in my hair hard enough that I felt a little stinging sensation.

I did not stop despite her cry, and kept sucking on my daughter’s pussy until the previous mix of the cream and her love juices were gone, replaced with the wetness I was familiar with.

I pushed my tongue into her pussy one final time, causing her walls to flutter and clench against my invading tongue, before removing my tongue from her wet cunt.

Her hips rolled against my mouth.

And it was clear that she was no longer trying to stay still.

The table creaked softly under the movement.

I held her thighs open with both hands and kept eating.

The meal around us no longer mattered.

The wagyu, the figs, the cooling wine.

All of it had become seasoning for her.

Jane’s breathing turned ragged and a tremor started in her belly and travelled down.

I felt it against my tongue before she even made a sound.

"Dad, I’m..."

"Cum for me, jane..." before she could finish her words, I ordered in a low voice that vibrated against her pussy.

Jane never finished the sentence.

Her pussy tightened in a hard, fluttering wave and a rush of warmth spilled over my mouth.

The rush of warmth splashed over my face, drenching my long black hair and coating my face in her sticky wetness.

I leaned in close and continued sucking on her pussy, drinking my daughter’s wetness.

Jane’s thighs shook on either side of my head as she trembled violently while orgasming.

Her voice went thin and high and then broke into nothing.

I licked her through her orgasm until the shaking eased and her hands loosened in my hair.

Only then did I lift my head up slowly.

Jane lay on the table with her chest rising and falling too fast.

The upper half of her dress had ridden up.

Her skin shone with a thin layer of sweat.

Love juice and saliva mixed on her inner thighs and caught the chandelier light.

She looked wrecked and beautiful in a magical way that made me, as her father, admire her with all my heart.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and reached for the glass of wine beside me, impressed by how much I’d ruined my daughter.

As I took the wine I noticed the wine had grown a little warmer.

I took a sip and set it down slowly when Jane’s eyes found mine.

For a few seconds she only stared, as if she needed to confirm I was still the same man who had driven her here.

Then a slow, dazed smile pulled at her mouth.

"Did you enjoy your lunch, dad?"

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