Trembling with fright, Amber just stared at him as she licked a little rivulet of come from the corner of her mouth.

"This is gonna work out real fine," he smirked, unbuckling his belt. "Your ma don't go in much for cock-sucking, but now I got a cute little daughter to blow me."

"Oh, Daddy," she finally spoke. "Don't talk so dirty."

"Dirty?" he sneered. "If you can suck off that young hood, why not give your sweet old dad a nice, hot blow-job?"

"Because you're my father!" she cried. "That's the reason."

"Well," he grinned, pulling the leather belt from his pants as he dropped them down around his ankles. "I ought to give you a real whipping for what I just caught you doin'."

"Please don't, Daddy," she begged. "I won't do it again."

"I'm afraid I can't trust you any more," he answered as he pulled his shorts off, lewdly exposing his big, gnarly cock to his eighteen-year-old daughter's shocked eyes.

Trembling with fear as her father menacingly snapped his leather belt in the air, Amber just stared at the biggest fucking prick she'd ever seen.

"Watching you blow that kid gave me this hard on," he grinned. "Now it's up to you to get rid of it."

"But, Daddy," she whimpered. "I just couldn't do that."

"You can and you will," he sneered, "or I'm gonna give you the beating of your life with this belt!"

"Oh, please, Daddy," begged the trembling youngster. "Don't make me do it."

Walking over to the couch, he grabbed her wrist and jerked the frightened youngster to her feet.

"Now, let's go into your room," he grinned, twisting her arm. "I need a blow-job!"

Staggering a bit from the booze, the half-drunk man dragged Amber into her room and hurled the girl onto the bed. Landing on her back, the frightened youngster felt her legs fly apart. The man's cock gave a violent jerk when his bleary eyes focused on her juicy, open twat. The slippery juices that coated the youngster's soft, pink cuntlips were enough to blow his mind.