I don’t answer, which I suppose is answer enough.
He sighs. “Your mother never understood how to hold you accountable,” he says. “She thought that by giving you more freedom, you’d rise to the occasion. You don’t need more freedom, you need more accountability.”
“I don’t think Mom gives a damn,” I say.
“Well, I do,” he says. “And I mean what I say. You will shape up or you will move out.”
His eyes fall back to my pussy, which is twitching even more noticeably from the sternness in his voice. As he watches, another idea comes to my mind. I slowly approach him and say, “What if I put out?”
He looks sharply up at me. “Excuse me, little girl?”
I lay my hand over the bulge in his pants, and he stiffens but doesn’t pull away. “I’m just saying,” I say. “I know Mom doesn’t do anything for you anymore. I could take care of you. I could make you feel good, Daddy.”
I stroke his bulge and he sighs as his cock begins to grow under my hand. At the same time, I feel my pussy grow wet.
I lean forward and nibble his ear. He gasps and stiffens again, and I whisper, “If you let me stay with you, I’ll let you use my pussy whenever you want. I’ll let you use my mouth whenever you want. I’ll let you cum on my face if you want. I’ll bet your mouth can do more for me than the boys from high school.”
I pull away and look at him and the expression on his face tells me that I’ve won.