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"But I reeeeeally want it," Nora whined.
"Being a brat won't make you deserve it," Barry said with a sly grin.
"Come on! I just want to feel it in my hands. So many other girls get one!"
"You aren't just any other girl."
"Oh I know you know that," Nora said with a teasing grin. "I just want a phone! That's not too much to ask for is it?" Barry couldn't help but chuckle as the two walked past stores in the mall. His daughter was drawing some bemused looks from passing shoppers. She seemed like such a fish out of water in such a large place. Like a little kid. It was cute.
"Well Nora, I don't know," Barry said honestly. "Your mom would kill me if I bought you a several hundred dollar phone just because you wanted one."
"Well how do you know I won't need it?" Nora asked. "It's such a big world. What if I need to contact you? Or anyone? It's probably for the best that I get some way to communicate with everybody."
"Well that might be true b—"
"Okay then let's get me a phone!" Nora said excitedly. "It'd be so cool to have a vintage piece of tech like a 2018 model smartphone!"
"You didn't let me finish. While it might be true that you need to communicate with us, smartphones are, as I've said already, ridiculously expensive."
"What do I need to do to convince you?" Nora sighed.
"Nora I'm not getting you a phone. I'm serious," Barry said.
"Ugh. Okay guess I have to do this the hard way. Cmon," she said, taking Barry's wrist. By now, Barry already knew what she had in mind and fought back a giddy smile.
"Nora nothing you do is going to change my mind," Barry said, the blood rushing to his nethers suggesting otherwise.
"Oh come on. We both know that your refusing to let me go down on you is getting old at this point," Nora said, leading them to a unisex bathroom, the two drawing a scandalized look from a mother walking past with her son before Nora closed the door and locked it.
As soon as the lock clicked, Barry was pushed against the wall. Nora grabbed him by the collar and their mouths clashed violently. Their lips parted and their tongues ambushed each other. Nora's fingers intertwined behind Barry's neck, his own hands encircling her waist. Nora grinded against him, pushing him harder against the wall. So into it were they that she bit hard into Barry's lip, drawing some blood. She pulled away and sexily licked the spot of blood with her adorable little tongue.
"You like how your daughter tastes don't you?" Nora whispered huskily, her face mere inches from his, her warm breath tantalizing against Barry's lips. Her eyes were locked on his, but they weren't full of lust as usual. There was a sort of playful spark in her gaze and Barry knew she was toying with him. But to be honest, he wasn't sure he really cared at this point. There was a part of him that lived to please her now. But he wasn't going to settle for just a rough kiss, regardless of how sexy it was.
"I'm not that easily swayed," Barry said, trying to keep a poker face. His face still felt kind of heated, but other than that, he thought he'd been subtle with hiding how aroused he was. Nora didn't buy it.
"Are you suuure…" she said, eyes still playfully locked on his. Her hand slithered down and she squeezed on the bulge in Barry's pants, causing his already burgeoning manhood to stiffen with excitement. "Hmmmm…I don't think you should have that from your own daughter. How bad of you."
"How about you be a good little girl and fix my little problem then?" Barry asked, playing along.
"Oh it's a bigger problem that you think," Nora said, leaning in to suck his neck. Barry suppressed a moan as her fingers undid his pants in a quick fervor, yanking them down along with his boxers. Barry's hardened shaft sprung out, standing proudly and poking Nora's stomach angrily. Wrapping her fingers around it proudly, Nora dragged her palm down to the base of Barry's manhood, using his precum as lubricant. Barry couldn't hold back the sound of his pleasure this time, as an excited gasp escaped his mouth.
"Still sure you don't want to get me that cellphone daddy?" Nora asked, fluttering her eyelashes flirtatiously.
"N-no…" Barry said. "You've got to be more convincing than that…"
"Mmmmm…you're going to make me work for it…" Nora said seductively. "No objections here…" She kissed Barry again, stroking his slippery shaft. This time she bit intentionally and especially hard, and Barry couldn't hold back his moan of mixed pain and pleasure. He could taste blood from her rough assault on his lips, which only furthered heightened his lust. He was in nirvana as her hand slipped up and down his lubricated cock, twisting at just the right speed, squeezing in all the right places, expertly eliciting moans of bliss from its owners lips. The fingers of Nora's free hand curled in his hair and stroked his neck affectionately, like one would caress their pet. He was liking this way too much.
"Mmmm…you're getting my shirt wet…" Nora said, pulling away and still looking like a sweet, innocent girl. Barry looked down and was shocked to see a rather large stain of his liquid arousal. "I'd hate to get cum on this…maybe I'll just take it off…" And without further ado, Nora slid out of her shirt, leaving her in a simple purple bra. Barry admired her toned stomach and perky, bra covered breasts, practically feeling himself drool. She then put the shirt on the ground and got on her knees, grabbing Barry's shaft and laughing at his sigh of approval. "Am I making you feel good, babe?"
"Fuuuuu…Nora…" Barry sighed, as she firmly held his base and placed his cock in her mouth, his fingers tangling in her hair. While she may have put his junk in her mouth before, at the Italian restaurant, she'd never really given him a traditional blowjob until now, and Barry loved it. It was like his shaft was being enveloped inside a warm, moist vacuum. Nora's head bobbed back and forth on his stiff rod, her fingers alternating between kneading his balls and squeezing the base of his cock. Occasionally she'd moan softly—sometimes his name and sometime miscellaneous mumbles—her mouth causing reverberations along Barry's shaft. Feeling lightheaded, he looked down and was met with a heavenly image.
The sight of his beautiful daughter sucking his prick made Barry's heart flutter. The way her cheeks were puffed in…the dazed look in her gorgeous eyes…the way her glossy dark brown hair framed her heart shaped face…perfect. Barry suddenly felt something take over as he looked at her. It was this warm feeling in his chest. He was enveloped in this aura of wonderment, in a trance as he looked into the eyes of this absolute goddess…like the way he felt about Iris. Could it be…love? And with that question, swimming in this new, confusing feeling for Nora, Barry felt himself near the edge, his mind and his manhood simultaneously overwhelmed. "N-Nora I'm a-about to cum…"
"Bust on my face," Nora ordered him. She pulled away and jerked his cock rapidly. Her mouth opened, her tongue poked out, her eyes still smoldering under Barry's gaze. Shuddering with unadulterated pleasure, Barry felt his cock spasm as the first thick rope of cum flew onto Nora's face, landing on her forehead and hair, not quite landing in her hungry mouth. Several spurts followed—one on her nose, one on her cheek, and finally, about three or four in her mouth, causing a pool on her tongue. Nora swallowed the cum on her tongue greedily. She then smeared the mess on her face with her fingers, licking his spunk off of each digit on at a time. This didn't do much as there was still cum on Nora's face and in her hair. She simply phased to dry the cum from her face. She then kissed Barry's sensitive head, her lovely lips like a cool breeze against his tip.
Standing up and putting her shirt back on casually, Nora smiled. "You going to put those pants on now? It's time for me to get my phone!"
"I think you earned it," Barry laughed shakily, hauling his jeans and boxers up. As the two walked out of the restroom and headed to the tech store to buy Nora's new phone, she looped her arm in Barry's and leaned her head against him. Barry stroked her hair lovingly, feeling like his brain was melting in hell fire.
"You know I would've done anything…" Nora whispered, so that only he could hear her. "I would've even fucked you, if I had to." Fucking his own daughter… it should be an unthinkable thought, yet Barry wanted it more than ever. Not just to fuck her, but to make sweet love to her. He tensed at hearing this, and Nora noticed.
"Don't worry," she said. "We'll get to that in time." Barry couldn't wait.
