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by Izzy Slam


  He licked his lips as he looked off in the distance, then he slowly swiveled his gaze my way. “No, I don’t regret it. I just said that I was embarrassed I stooped to her level.”

  I felt sparks dance along my skin as my desire grew. “Oh,” I answered. “I … I guess I can understand that.”

  “I just wish that I had done it for different reasons. That’s all.”

  I pulled in a quick breath as daddy started to lean forward, closing the gap between us, when all of a sudden, the sound of metal clanged around us and our car lurched forward, throwing us against the back of the seat.

  I burst into laughter as the car started spinning in a circle. Daddy laughed with me, but it wasn’t seconds later before that laughter faded away. And it faded away because the whole tone of this ride changed on a dime.

  Daddy’s hand went on top of my leg, his fingers gently caressing my flesh and sending little tingles dancing happily up my spine. As the ride picked up speed, I was pushed up against him, forcing us to have close contact of the most personal kind. The next thing I knew his fingers were sliding up the inside of my shorts.

  My nipples hardened into little pebbles underneath my tank top. It was all I could do to not grab his hand and pull it up to my breast, forcing him to cop a feel right here in front of everyone. Not that I wanted to stop what he was already doing; just a few more inches and his finger would be inside my dripping slit. But I just wanted his hands all over my body.

  When he inched his way back down toward my knee, I wondered if that was it, if he was done with me.

  And it was like this the rest of the day. Everything we rode was an opportunity for him to tease me, brush his hand along my butt, slide his fingers near my pussy, or come dangerously close to grabbing my breast. By the time the sun was beginning to set, I was out of my head with lust for him. I half expected to run into Cara again, but thankfully, she stayed far away from us. Maybe she left, who knows.

  The last thing we did was the haunted house ride. Clowns came popping out of the wall, and spiders dropped from the ceiling. I had goose bumps the whole time. When our car twisted around a dark corner, daddy confessed something.

  “I didn’t expect this to happen, baby girl.”

  “Didn’t expect what?”

  He took my hand and put it right over his crotch, where I felt his huge erection.

  “I didn’t expect to get this hard for you.”

  His lips were on my neck, and I squeezed his cock, feeling it bounce underneath the denim.

  Desire rushed through me. “Oh my god. You’re hard as a rock.”

  “All because of you,” he whispered. “I need to get you alone. Now.”

  I palmed his dick and felt it grow in size, when all of a sudden, we were bathed in light as our car banged through a double door, tossing us outside and at the end of the ride. Daddy and I straightened up as fast as we could, my cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

  “Hope you enjoyed your ride!” the carny announced. “Be sure to come back for more scary surprises!”

  As soon as the lap bar rose, daddy jumped out, extending me a hand. And as I stood, I could feel my panties sticking to my pussy lips. “We need to get home, baby.”

  He took me by the hand and practically dragged me across the fairgrounds. And by the time we made it to the car, it was full dark.

  Daddy pressed me against the passenger door and kissed me, grinding his erection over the top of my pussy. This time, I grabbed him by the ass and grinded back, feeling my clit rub against his hardness. Fuck, it felt so good, I think I could have cum that way. If he hadn’t stopped.

  “Probably not a good idea to keep doing this. I don’t want to get arrested.”

  I giggled as he kissed me right on the tip of the nose. He opened the door for me, being the gentleman and all, and within a few minutes, we were on the road. Unfortunately, though, we weren’t very close to home. It would take about an hour to get back.

  “God damn, that was the best kiss ever, baby girl.”

  I slid along the seat and curled up next to daddy as he hopped on the highway. “It was for me, too.”

  Daddy put his hand on my leg and said, “I don’t care how wrong it is. When we get home, I’m getting you naked and playing with your pussy. I’m gonna lick you then fuck you.”

  “Mmm,” I purred, palming his cock again.

  He felt big and hard underneath the zipper, and as I teased him by rubbing my finger along its length, he released a growl and stretched his back.

  “Ah, shit, that feels good. Look out, baby. I need to let the monster out.”

  I bit my lip as I watched him unzip his pants and tug out his meat. God, it was so thick. And so perfect looking. The mushroom head seemed to pulsate as several clear drops of fluid seeped out.

  “Like what you see, punkin’?”

  I nodded and licked my lips. It throbbed in his hands, and he squeezed the base, forcing the shaft to turn dark red.

  “Why don’t you have a little taste?” He swiped the pre-cum away with his thumb, then brought it to my mouth where I promptly pulled it past my lips, sucking away the salty fluid.

  “That’s good, darlin.’ Now I know what magic that tongue can do.”

  His cock bobbed as I swirled his thumb with my tongue, and all of a sudden, I couldn’t wait to suck him off.

  Despite the danger, I got on my knees and leaned forward. The minimal space between the steering wheel and daddy made it a challenge, but somehow I managed to fit.

  “God, baby…”

  I gripped his thick meat and wrapped my lips around the crown. He let out a groan as I went down, using my fingers to lightly play with the part of his balls that I could reach. I sucked him good, tasting his fluid as it streaked along the roof of my mouth.

  “Shhhiiiiiiit,” he growled, fisting my hair tightly.

  I slathered the underside of his shaft with my tongue, trying to trace the veins as I felt them pulse and throb. My saliva drooled out, making this one slicky, sloppy blow job.

  “God damn, baby. This is one helluva blow job you’re giving me. You’re going to make me cum if you’re not careful…”

  I wanted to make him cum. I wanted to bring him pleasure. My pussy was so fucking wet, and I knew that he would return the favor. But for right now, I was loving the hell out of sucking off my daddy.

  I released a guttural groan as I bobbed my head faster, taking him further to the back of my throat. He turned hard as steel and gave my hair a tug before spurting his seed and spraying my tonsils.

  “Fuuuuuuck.”

  I circled my thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock and stroked up and down while flicking the tissue underneath his glans. Another load jetted out, and I caught it with my tongue. I could feel the car pulling to the right, the sound of gravel crunching under the tires. I shot up in the seat, worried that something was wrong. But daddy was just taking an exit off the highway.

  “There’s no way we got home that fast.”

  “No,” he answered, nodding in the distance. “There’s a motel here. I can’t wait until we get home to fuck you senseless.”

  I shivered with excitement as he pulled into the parking lot of the motel, instructing me to wait for him. It looked simple enough on the outside, but when daddy opened the door to our room, I was pleasantly surprised. There was a king-sized bed with a gorgeous, golden stitched comforter, a small bar in one corner, and a tiny kitchenette in the other.

  “I told the owner I was with my wife, that we had just eloped. He gave me the honeymoon suite.”

  When he closed the door, I turned to face him, throwing my arms around his neck. “This is so … spur of the moment. I love it, daddy.”

  He cupped my face again and looked into my eyes. “I love you, too. And I’m about to show you just how much.”

  He lifted me off the floor and grabbed me by the ass as he carried me to the bed. I thought he was being awfully gentle as he laid me down. But then he got a little rough when
tugging down my shorts.

  “You made daddy cum so hard, princess. Now, it’s your turn.”

  I damn near squealed as he peeled down my panties. I was so relieved that I had decided to shave my pussy that morning, so it was nice and smooth for my daddy.

  “Mmm, so pretty,” he murmured, dragging a few fingers over my puffy lips.

  I spread my legs for him, and that was all the invitation he needed. Daddy was face-first in my snatch, dragging his tongue over the crest of my labia, teasing me once again, but this time with long and languid licks.

  I reached above me and pulled a stack of pillows down, bunching them underneath my head so I could watch him eat me out. He angled his eyes up at me and parted my lips with his fingers before giving my clit a quick flick.

  I huffed and bucked my hips. “Eat me the way you used to eat out your ex-girlfriend,” I told him, wanting to know what it was that brought her back to him after cheating.

  He shook his head. “I’m going to do you better than her, baby girl. So much better.”

  I purred as he sank two fingers slowly into my cunt. His lips went to my clit, and within seconds, my eyes were rolling to the back of my head as daddy ate me out. He pumped his fingers in and out, curling them up to trigger my g-spot. My toes curled in response, and I felt my nipples puckering, aching to be freed from my restrictive bra.

  I lifted my top, and right away, daddy reached up to fondle my titties, flick the nipples, roll them with his fingers, and brush them ever so lightly.

  I thrust my hips up and down as he brought me to the edge of an orgasm. Every muscle in my body went tight, but then I began quaking from head to toe as he lapped at my pearl, forcing me to cum with no self-control whatsoever.

  “Ohhhhh,” I moaned, grinding my wet pussy into his face.

  My clit bounced over and over, and the one thing making my orgasm last so long was this sudden fantasy I had of Cara walking in on him eating me out. It made me so horny to think that this all started with my daddy trying to make her jealous.

  With my body still trembling, daddy climbed on top of me, planting kisses on my flesh all the way up. I was near delirium when he pointed the head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy.

  “Yes, daddy, hurry,” I begged breathlessly.

  “Don’t worry, baby. I want this as much as you.”

  I threw my legs around his waist and crossed my ankles, allowing him to push inside of me. His thick cock stretched me, and I swallowed him whole. He began pummeling me, hard and fast. I had never felt so complete or so fulfilled. My walls tightened around him, and I exploded into another orgasm that shook me from head to toe.

  He flipped me over onto my tummy and lifted my ass in the air. “Daddy’s gonna take that pussy from behind,” he growled.

  I bit my lip and held on tight as he speared my cunt. Repeated swift thrusts made my tits bounce and my nipples brush against the fabric of the comforter. Daddy gripped my hips and went deep, doing a slow grind in a circle.

  “Ah, baby. You feel so damn good. But I want to cum while watching you ride my dick.”

  His rod slipped out of me, and seconds later, he was lifting me in the air and setting me over his throbbing member. I gasped as he entered me again. His hands went to my tits and he teased them, groped them, and twisted the nipples like they were his own personal toys.

  “Now, cum on my dick again, baby girl.”

  I leaned forward, resting my palms on his hard chest, and I started bouncing up and down. I grinded as hard as I could, feeling the head of his cock rub my walls so fucking good.

  Daddy teased my tits a few more minutes, then his hands went to my ass. He cupped them as I started to clench around him.

  “That’s it, baby. I can feel you about to cum. Let it go. Cum for daddy.”

  I squealed and came on his cock, and seconds later, I heard him growling as his seed splashed on my walls. There was so much of it, oozing out as my pussy clamped tightly around his girth.

  I mewed as he held me still around my waist, pounding me with fury as he emptied himself in the depths of my pussy.

  “Take my seed, baby. All of it,” he groaned.

  I did take it all.

  And I took it all again, three more times that night.

  Sometime, in the wee hours of the morning, when exhaustion had finally settled in, daddy told me he wanted to spend the whole weekend here.

  “Really, daddy? I would love that!”

  He chuckled and planted kisses all along my neck.

  “First thing tomorrow, though, I’m taking you back to the fair to win you a stuffed animal like I promised.”

  I rolled over and took his cock in my hand. “If you win me a teddy bear, I’ll let you stick it in any hole you want.”

  “Mm, I like the sound of that,” he said.

  Actually, I did too.

  ~The End

  Daddy Gives Me Curves

  ***

  When my stepdad discovers a plus-size modeling contest, he encourages me to enter. There’s just one problem: I’m too skinny. But with a little help from an appetite stimulant, I start gaining weight almost immediately, and I can’t believe how sexy I look and feel.

  Enter problem #2: there’s no one to share my sexy new body with. That is, until my stepdaddy spies on me while changing clothes. And I’m so turned on by his voyeuristic nature, I end up luring him into my room.

  Turns out he thinks my curves are sexy too. And he wants to show me just how much he loves the “new and improved” me.

  I stared at the paper, wondering if my stepdad had gone certifiably insane.

  PLUS SIZE MODELING CONTEST

  FEMALES & BRUNETTES ONLY BETWEEN THE AGES OF 18 AND 20

  MUST BE AT LEAST 5’9”

  GRAND PRIZE: $10,000 AND A SIGNED CONTRACT WITH GRAND TEETONS MAGAZINE.

  “Daddy, did you read this all the way through? It says plus size models.” It also had an entry date that was two weeks away.

  “I read it. I know what it says.”

  I laughed. “Okay, then. You want to explain why you’re giving it to me? My only plus-size friend is Betsy, and she’s, like, 5’3”. And a redhead.”

  “It’s not for your friend,” he said, swiping the paper from my hand. “It’s for you. Put on a few pounds and you’ll be good to go.”

  I snorted. “A few pounds? Do you know what the criteria is for plus size modeling?” Needless to say, I was on the thin side. Always had been.

  “As a matter of fact, I do. Do you?”

  “Well, no, but I can tell you I’m too skinny. I don’t think a few pounds will cut it. Not in two weeks, anyway.”

  “That’s why I have the perfect solution. You need to trust me, sweetheart. You could make bank with this.”

  Oh brother. I just had to hear this. My stepdad was always coming up with schemes to make money. When I was seven, he convinced me to start a lemonade stand. Only, it wasn’t just ordinary lemonade he wanted me to sell. He said to market it as weight loss lemonade and charge triple what Sally Wittmeyer down the street was charging, which was only 50 cents. That was when I learned about the placebo effect and that I didn’t have to actually make sure it worked. Anyway, I did end up making bank, for a seven-year-old, but I’m pretty sure the women who bought from me knew it was a scam.

  “You know I trust you, daddy, but this just seems a little far-fetched to me.”

  “It actually isn’t far-fetched at all. You only need to gain enough weight to fit into a size twelve dress. What size do you wear now?”

  “A six.”

  “That’s only a few sizes up. Now, I stopped at the drug store and picked up this appetite stimulant. Tonight, we’ll go to the grocery store and get all your favorite foods.”

  He passed me a fresh, new box of pills, and I just stared at it in disbelief. He was taking this too far. I slowly turned my gaze up at him. “Dad, this is nuts. Why in the hell are you pushing me to do this?”

  He gave me a strange look, l
ike I was the crazy one. “Why am I doing this? Because, my baby girl, you are so beautiful, and I know you can win this. It’s ten thousand dollars. Isn’t that worth taking a chance?”

  My stepdad had never called me beautiful before, and baby girl only a few times here and there. Now, my mom? He used to call her beautiful all the time. But they had split up a few years ago.

  After the divorce, I would come over and stay with him on the weekends. He wanted me to, even though he wasn’t my real father and had no obligation to be a part of my life. But I turned 18 last month and was getting ready to head off to college. I didn’t think we’d get too many weekends together anymore. Maybe he just wanted to, I don’t know, bond with me over this before I left for school.

  “That’s very sweet, daddy.” I smiled at him and gave him a hug. “I guess it’s worth a shot.”

  He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me back. “That’s my girl. I just know you can win this.”

  I took my first appetite stimulant, and daddy took me to dinner, insisting I order any and everything I wanted. I wasn’t used to eating big meals, but I knew that if I was going to plump my body up several dress sizes in only two weeks, I needed to really push myself. So, I ordered the steak and shrimp special with five sides: mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, French fries, corn, and lima beans. For dessert, he ordered me chocolate cake and a milkshake.

  I was close to barfing before we left the restaurant, and I was sure I had already gained a few pounds by the time I went to bed. But I also fell into a deep slumber quickly and snoozed like a baby.

  Don’t get me wrong; by the end of the first week, I could feel what I was doing to my body. Most days I was sluggish and foggy headed, to the point that I had trouble focusing at work. And I was only a stocker at a drug store. It’s not like I had to solve the quadratic formula or perform brain surgery. But at the seven-day mark, I had also gained nearly ten pounds. I was the perfect combination of disgusted and elated. I kept my eyes on the prize as I sailed into the next week, eating what seemed to be my body weight in food on a daily basis.

 

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