Possessed By The Ghost Of Anal Annie! : Anal Incest 27

I deserved an Oscar for not laughing.  I kept it all together, trying my darndest to embody the anal-hungry slut that I’d read snippets about.

“There’s only one cure,” daddy said, running a hand down over his mouth.  He held his chin and looked at me.

“Stick it in my arse, Mr. Farnsworth.”

Daddy set down his torch on the bedside table.  It pointed forwards at him.  I held mine at my side, pointed at the floor.

“I have to do this, Hannah,” he said.  “I’ve always wanted to but now I have to.”

My gaze flittered towards him as he started to unfasten his pants.  I didn’t want to miss this.  To my shock and arousal, daddy pulled out a ready-to-go cock from his pants.  It was hard already, and it looked fucking impressive.

When he looked at me again, I quickly stared off at the wall.  I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, but I didn’t want to break the ruse now.  I wanted to see how far he’d go.

“Hannah!” daddy cried.  “This is your last chance to come out!”

He started to tug at his cock, keeping it stiff.  I turned my head towards it as part of the act.

“That’d fit nicely in my tight arse, sir!”

Daddy pursed his lips.  “I was hoping you’d say that.”

He took off my coat and folded it on the dresser beside us, adding his own on top.  He wore a thick, cable-knit sweater and a pair of jeans that was slightly damp from our dash outside.

“I’d better get it nice and wet first, hadn’t I?” I asked.

“Yes, Annie,” daddy said.  “Get it wet with your mouth.”

I didn’t want to laugh anymore.  I wanted to smile with glee.  I felt like I’d found some kind of incest loophole.  I wasn’t expecting to be so enamored by the sight of daddy’s cock, but I had no idea he was going to pull something so delicious-looking from his pants.

I dropped to my knees and stared forwards and the bouncing cock.  His flashlight hit it perfectly, making it look even more imposing.  It was thick and veiny, and you could see daddy’s age in it.  The skin was ever-so-slightly weathered, but it gave it a command.  I could tell daddy had used it on many women in his time.

“Suck me, Annie,” he said, and he held the hilt of his cock and pushed it forwards towards my waiting mouth.

I sucked over him, feeling his hard arousal fill my mouth.  I tried not to feel naughty.  I could always fall back on it being Annie, possessing me into doing this.  Daddy would believe that instantly, I was sure.

“That’s it, Hannah,” he said.  Was his slip-of-the-tongue telling?

I ran my mouth along him, pulling back and pinching my lips close before driving him deeper.  My tongue circled the head of his cock and I started to fondle at his balls.