Daddy Demands 1

by Abby Kace

  My lust lies elsewhere.

  “First day here?” she says, recrossing her legs. She tilts her head slightly.

  “Yes.” I smile. “We just arrived.”

  I don’t say who we are, but she hears something in my voice and straightens. We chat for a while about the weather before she breaks away with no hurt feelings.

  I’ve been getting looks from the opposite sex since I first started growing hair over my dick, and by now I know how to let someone down without letting them down.

  It’s never been my habit to chase pussy.

  Until now.

  Only one woman in existence has my attention.

  One girl.

  One pussy I want to ravage.

  My baby girl.

  Wanting her is wrong, but I’m beyond right and wrong.

  Fucking her isn’t enough.

  I need to breed her. I need to plant my seed in her womb and know she’s mine.

  The thought of another man, like the frat boys hanging around this bar, putting a hand on my beautiful princess puts red in my vision. I swear I’ll kill any son of a bitch who touches a hair on her head.

  The bartender sets down my glass.

  I down the martini in one gulp and rub my eyes.

  The cocktail does nothing. My cock’s still hard, throbbing worse than before.

  There’s a restroom around the bar. I hurl in, find a stall, and pull my dick out before I stroke like a man possessed.

  I close my eyes and think about putting this dick in Mallory’s pussy, making her cum as I pound her into the bed. I imagine putting my tongue between her legs and tasting her sweet lips. Pulling those plump ass cheeks apart and shoving my cock into one hole than the other.

  That pussy still has a cherry, I fucking know it.

  I stroke so fast my skin burns, and I stop to work the abundant precum I’ve been leaking into my grip before jacking again. I bet I’d feel better if it were her delicate hands doing this.

  My balls haul up in a sudden twitch.

  I grimace as cum runs up my shaft to splutter out in thick ropes that splash the toilet.

  “Fuck,” I growl, not sated, though the intense physical aching has been relieved a notch. I never cum anymore except when I’m thinking about fucking my little girl, and since I try not to think such thoughts, days can pass without release.

  It’s torture on my balls, but the alternative of jacking my cock frequently only made my hunger worse, as if each time I came my body knew I wasn’t cumming where I should, in her virgin pussy.

  My cock demands more, and there’s only one thing that’ll sate me.

  Mallory sealed her fate when she put that bikini on. It’s my own fucking fault for lusting after her, but all the same, the causation is clear in my head.

  That bikini was one straw too many on the back of my resistance. Even as I ride the elevator up to our floor, my cock hardens again with hot lust.

  Mallory

  DADDY RETURNS thirty minutes later to find me stretched out on the sofa. He frowns in that sexy way he has before a hungry shadow passes over his eyes. Odd. Then he notices his stupid tablet gone.

  “Where’s my notebook?” he says.

  “I dumped it. What took you so long at the lounge?”

  We glare at each other. His shirt’s unbuttoned at the top and I can see the beginning of muscles.

  Daddy takes one step closer. “You dumped it?”

  “In the garbage chute outside.”

  “Why?”

  “We’re supposed to be spending time together!” My voice is a shout and I don’t care. I stand up, only reaching his shoulders. “You say this trip is a special treat for me, but you’re never around! You don’t even want to see me!”

  Daddy flinches, and the hurt in his eyes makes me giddy and guilty. This is the first time I’ve told him how I felt, most of what I feel anyway, and now I know he cares at least.

  “Do you really want to know where I went, baby girl?”

  “Yes,” I say haughtily. “You should always tell me everything, Daddy.”

  “I was jacking off.”

  My breath catches. “What?”

  “I was stroking my cock in the bathroom downstairs like a filthy animal. And do you know what I was thinking about?”

  “N-No.”

  Daddy looks as if he wants to devour me where I stand. “You.”

  My heart jumps to my throat. I struggle to hold his gaze as heat rises in my belly. “I don’t believe you,” I stammer.

  Daddy grits his jaw. For a moment I think he’ll kiss me, or grab me, or bite me, but then his hot glare vanishes and he stands back. “I’m sorry, baby. I don’t know what came over me. I don’t believe it either. This is fucking wrong, and I want you to know I would never touch—”

  “No, I mean I don’t believe you were masturbating about me.” I put one hand on my hip. “I bet you were buying some bimbo a drink.”

  Whatever Daddy expected me to say, it wasn’t that.

  That dark, smoldering glare returns to his eyes. I’m old enough to know lust when I see it, but I still refuse to believe. He has to show me. I need him to show me.

  And just to encourage him, I slide my tongue along my upper lip, mimicking this video I saw on YouTube about getting a boy’s attention.

  Daddy takes another step forward. Our bodies are inches apart, and I feel my nipples pressing on the inside of my bikini.

  He’s so tall.

  And maybe I made a mistake—because he’s no boy.

  Daddy tips up my chin with a single finger. “I had no idea I raised such a little cocktease.”

  My face ignites, all my bluster gone. I’m his little girl and my pussy clenches sharply. “Daddy,” I whisper.

  “Tell me,” he growls, “have you licked that mouth for anyone else?” His thumb presses on my chin, and together with the finger below, holds me in place. “Have you given away what’s between your legs?”

  “No, Daddy. I swear!”

  “So if I were to check your pussy, I’d see a cherry?”

  The warmth in my face spreads down to meet the heat rising over my chest. “I dunno. I mean, I’ve used toys before. Daddy, not all girls have a hym—”

  “I didn’t ask for an anatomy lesson, Princess. I’m asking if you ever let a dick inside what belongs to me.”

  My heart slams into my chest. “No, Daddy,” I say in a tiny voice. “Never.”

  He lifts my chin higher to kiss me right on the mouth. I can scarcely breathe.

  Daddy points at the sofa. “Sit.”

  I turn toward the sofa with my head down like I’ve done something naughty, even as my tummy flutters with butterflies. I’ve barely taken a step when his palm whips across my ass, and I yelp.

  “I said go sit,” Daddy growls. “When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it.”

  The throb between my thighs sharpens and I rush toward the sofa to sit with hands on my lap. Daddy towers over me with a huge bulge in his shorts.

  “Look at that little bikini,” he says through his teeth. “Showing off your curves to the whole fucking world, showing off what’s mine.” He grabs my chin to kiss me again, even rougher than before, biting my lower lip before he pulls away.

  “How often do you touch your pussy?” he hisses.

  “I don’t keep track!” I shout at him.

  A faint smirk creases Daddy’s mouth. All the softness and hesitation has left his eyes, and what remains makes me clench all over. “Do you know how to cum, Princess?”

  “Y-Yes.”

  “I don’t think you do. I think Daddy needs to show you how to cum. Take off that slutty bikini.”

  Pouting, I peel off the bottom with trembling hands, and Daddy’s eyes zero in on my shaved pussy. I only did it for the beach, but I don’t tell him that.

  He snatches the bikini from my hand and brings it to his nose, sniffing deeply like an animal. “What a sweet little cunt.”

  “Daddy!”

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sp; He doesn’t apologize for using that word, instead dragging his tongue over the slickness while I watch with my heart pounding. “Tits too,” he growls.

  “You do it! I’m not a stripper.”

  He reaches around and unhooks the clasp and tears my top off, glaring at my bare breasts with nipples standing in points.

  One big hand cups my right mound from below, squeezing until I moan, and before I can say a word, Daddy pulls out his hard cock, stroking himself shamelessly with his other hand.

  My eyes are glued to that thing, so long and thick, a long vein along the side puffing every time Daddy’s fist makes one stroke. The head leaks out a clear strand that must be cum, and I suck in a gasp when the musky scent reaches my nose.

  “Were you planning on getting a tan on this trip?” he asks.

  I frown. “It’s the beach, Daddy.”

  “Over my dead body,” he growls. “Any man who sees you will get a hard-on, and the only fucking man who’s gonna have a hard-on over my little girl is me. You’re mine, Princess. Those tits are mine. That little pussy is mine.”

  Daddy kneels, puts my legs over his shoulders, and drags the flat of his tongue over my tingling folds. Fingers peel me open before his tongue hits my clit.

  My butt pulls tight and I shudder.

  Daddy’s tongue swirls over my slit, his hands holding me firmly by the thighs, pinning me in place as he tastes my virgin pussy.

  I grab his hair, the tugging in my belly growing so sharp. Just when I’m about to cum, Daddy sets my legs down.

  “Open your mouth, little girl. You should taste yourself, you should taste how sweet your cunt is.”

  When I obey, he smashes his mouth against mine and I taste my juices on his lips.

  “You’ve been a very bad girl,” Daddy says. “You need to be punished.”

  “I-I do?”

  “Yes.”

  He steps out of his shorts, throws off his shirt, and shows me every rippling muscle on his body. Out of all the guys I’ve seen walking around shirtless, my daddy has the most chiseled physique.

  “Oh my god,” I gasp like a total schoolgirl.

  He scoots me up, carrying me like a sack of feathers over to the big bed.

  A warm breeze blows through our suite from the open balcony. I can smell the ocean, but the scent of Daddy’s musk is stronger, a heady fragrance mingling with his metallic cologne.

  He sets me down on the bed. Daddy’s cock sways heavily as he lines up at my entrance.

  I spread my legs on instinct, grabbing at the sheets.

  Daddy pulls my hands overhead. He gets his shirt and twists it into a rope, using it to tie my wrists through the headboard. I can’t move my hands at all.

  The tip of his finger presses against my clit. “I’m going to cum in this little pussy.”

  “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

  His finger dips between my flushed folds, curling in, setting off sparks in my tummy. I hear the squelching of my wetness and burn with embarrassment.

  He circles my tender clit and flicks it once. “Are you ready, little girl?”

  “Oh god.”

  “Answer your daddy.”

  “Yes! I’m ready.” I strain my thighs apart, bucking against his hand. “Punish me, Daddy. Make me your good girl.”

  “Remember this,” he growls, tracing his wet finger up my belly, “good girls don’t cry.”

  A jolt needles my pussy.

  Daddy plants his hands beside my waist as the head of his hard cock nudges my swollen folds. His push is gentle but firm, and hymen or no, I feel a sharp pinch when he plunges halfway into my heat.

  “Daddy!”

  “Fuck you’re tight.”

  I pull against my bindings, but it’s useless. Daddy has me pinned with his huge cock, his mouth on my nipples, and a hand below rubs my clit without mercy.

  The haze of pain lifts away until I clench from pleasure.

  He forces his cock deeper, the ridge of his massive head rubbing past my spot, and goosebumps rise on my skin at the tingling pleasure rocking my belly. Daddy’s thickness splits my walls apart.

  I writhe beneath him, my tummy rising and hollowing, but no tears wet my eyes.

  After an eternity, Daddy plants a suckling kiss on my throat. “Good girl.”

  I feel him inside rubbing everywhere, prodding my deepest nerves, and after my walls have stretched enough, Daddy pumps himself faster with every thrust.

  So full.

  So much.

  But I look down to see only half his cock squelching in and out of my pussy.

  Daddy notices too. “Bring up your knees, baby girl. Open this cunt for me.”

  I tuck my legs up and my channel widens as Daddy drives even deeper.

  “That’s my girl,” he groans. “You just keep breathing while I fuck this tight pussy.”

  A sheen of sweat covers our bodies, joined together as one by Daddy’s hard cock.

  Forden

  HER SHEATH strangles my cock. The pleasure tickling my cock and balls rears higher with every squish. My climax nears.

  I give her a moment to adjust. Her lathered body is fevered, trembling. It’s all I can do to choke back the cum boiling in my balls.

  Mallory’s beautiful eyes draw me in.

  A part of me wants to untie her and kiss every inch of her skin. Kiss her until she’s swooning.

  But the other part me, the dark beast, has another idea. The beast sees two perfect little holes begging for my cock, one on top of the other, laid out like a feast for my dick. I’ve broken in her cunt already, but there’s one more thing left to claim. The beast won’t rest until I’ve fucked her little asshole. The beast sees that pretty mouth and wants her gagging on my cum.

  And for now, I let the beast reign supreme.

  She’s all mine.

  Her small body trembles, her legs splayed wide under my hips. She’s close to the first orgasm she’s ever had with a cock in her pussy. Those pouty lips make my balls twitch.

  I pause to lick the bead of sweat rolling down her neck. “So fucking sweet.”

  “Daddy?”

  “Yes, little girl.”

  “Why did you stop?”

  I grunt, drawing my cock out halfway. Her virginity and cunt juice coat me in a thick film, the mingled scent spiking my blood like raw meat to a hound.

  But I sense she can’t take much more. I would never hurt my baby girl, and seeing her suffering, even if the suffering is sweet, makes my chest ache.

  Kissing her hairline, I hold still. “Your pussy needs a rest, baby girl.”

  “I haven’t cum yet, Daddy.”

  Sweet mercy.

  Need gnaws through my guts at her words and my cock hardens even more. I run my hands down the sweep of her hips and suckle her pert tits one by one.

  She twists under my tongue, tied to the bed at the mercy of my desire. I swear to god I’ll breed her and make her mine forever. No other swinging dick will lay a hand on my princess.

  Squeezing my buttocks together, I thrust back in making her squeal. I feel her pussy ripple around my cock, her walls tightening and ready to burst.

  My tempo quickens.

  I fuck her tight hole with my full length from tip to balls, and her slick walls are all I can feel. Even the pain of her fingernails digging into my ribs numbs into nothingness as her cunt squeezes my demanding cock.

  My balls draw up and the bed starts to creak.

  “Daddy!” she screams. “I’m cumming!”

  I roar, my cock pumping so fast I can’t breathe and when I stop again we’re soaked in sweat.

  She pulls against the binds tying her wrists to the headboard, and the sight of her bound hands and writhing legs makes the beast demand more.

  But I hold her tightly, letting the heat in her body soak into mine, letting her breasts mash against my chest.

  “Stop stopping,” she whines. “It hurts when you stop. Keep fucking me, Daddy, please.”

  “Hush,” I force myself to sa
y. “I don’t want your cunt too sore tomorrow. I’ll be fucking your tight hole every day, and we need to pace this virgin cunt. You want me close by? You got it. Daddy’s never leaving you, I’ll be balls deep in this pussy until the fucking world ends.”

  Mallory

  THERE’S A STRUGGLE in Daddy’s face. I try to turn my hips, but he still has me firmly pinned, every shift in his thickness sending new pleasure rushing up my spine.

  Finally I buck my hips to let him know I’m ready, that whatever he says about my tightness, I can take him.

  “Oh baby girl.”

  “Please Daddy, I want to cum.”

  “I’ll make you cum,” he grits out. “I’ll make you cum all over my dick.”

  Plunging into me again, he feels bigger than before. Daddy pistons his cock between my walls harder and harder, his balls slapping on my lower folds.

  “Cum for me, little girl. Cum for your daddy.”

  I feel my pussy ripple to his command, and one more hard thrust hurls me over the edge, screaming, wailing, my legs clamped around his waist as everything explodes inside.

  Daddy pulls on my nipple with his teeth.

  “That’s it, that’s it, keep cumming on my dick, baby. Keep cumming.”

  A hot thrill ruptures my belly and tears of pleasure finally flood my eyes, but Daddy kisses them away.

  “You hurting, baby girl?”

  I shake my head. “Too good,” I gasp.

  “Then cry all you want. Fuck, even your tears taste good.”

  “Daddy!”

  “It’s the truth.”

  I don’t know what’s true anymore. I don’t want this feeling ever to end, but slowly I come down from my peak.

  And just when I think it’s over, Daddy shows me a new sensation, the jerking of his cock still tucked in my channel as his shoulders shudder. My eyes jump wide when I feel a hot sputter deep in my pussy.

  “Daddy did you … ?”

  He frames my face in his hands, kissing me hard on the mouth. “Yes, Princess. I had to.”

  “Oh my god.”