Daddy Demands 1

by Abby Kace

  “Good girl,” he whispers.

  Suddenly I laugh.

  “What’s so funny?” he says.

  “It’s the Honeymoon Suite,” I whisper. “Does this mean we’re married?”

  “You bet,” Daddy says with a smirk, nuzzling his nose against mine. Then the smirk falls away. “You belong to me,” he growls.

  He carries me to the bathroom, where a huge square tub is set in a stone base. Floor to ceiling windows let in the brilliant sunlight.

  Daddy fills the tub before lowering me into the water. I shudder at the sight of his cock again, huge even soft, and I can’t believe I took that.

  He climbs in and holds me against his packed chest. My pussy feels tender.

  His hand teases between my legs under the water. “I ought to keep you locked up all week. Fuck this tight pussy whenever I want.”

  “Oh Daddy.”

  He pushes a finger into me that curls up under my front wall, and he squeezes my breast with one firm hand. “But we’re still on vacation,” he whispers in my ear. “This trip is for you and I want you to enjoy it, but every day you’re taking Daddy’s cock. Every night you’ll cum for me. Do I make myself clear?”

  My heart stutters. “Yes, Daddy.”

  After our bath, he calls for room service, and by nightfall we’re sitting on the balcony having a meal of baked chicken and skewered shrimp.

  I’m straddled naked over Daddy’s lap, back against his body. I hardly taste the food, not with his erection buried up my pussy, not with the constant skimming of his fingers across my clit. I do my best to sit still because the slightest shift threatens to make me cum.

  No cumming without Daddy’s permission.

  I try not to feel his thick shaft stretching me wide, his large cock head prodding my deepest nerves. Daddy feeds me a morsel of lemon shrimp as his cock presses forward against my spot, and my juices drip over his sac.

  “You’re not hungry?” he says when I toss my head from side to side.

  “No,” I squeal. “Daddy I want to cum!”

  Daddy pinches my swollen clit to send shudders through my body. “You cum when I tell you to, Mallory.”

  “Ohhhhh,” I whine.

  “Don’t complain. You may cum after dinner.” He nuzzles my hair. “Right now it’s dinner time. Good girls finish their plates.”

  His words make me clench even tighter and a harsh groan leaves his mouth. Daddy has already cum twice today but feels no smaller. My clit buzzes at the thought of his cock squeezed deep inside, leaking his cum.

  Daddy smacks my ass cheek. “Before we leave here, I’m claiming your other hole.”

  I gasp. “What?”

  “You heard me.”

  “Daddy—”

  He cuts off my voice with his fingers flicking on my clit.

  After our plates are empty, he takes me back to bed. Without another word, Daddy thrusts his huge cock into my soaked pussy, pumping fiercely, making me twist and cry out.

  Daddy takes what he needs. He cums first this time, and as warm seed overflows around his shaft, I cum on his cock.

  ◆◆◆

  THE NEXT MORNING, he goes looking for that tablet I tossed down the garbage chute. Daddy told me if he can’t find it, he’ll give me a spanking before fucking my ass tonight.

  Hmph. Like that scares me.

  But my pussy is deliciously sore.

  I don’t even want to think about what he’d do to my rear. After Daddy has gone for a while, I go to the beach alone in my bikini even though he warned me to wear something with more coverage.

  Well, too bad!

  I end up sunbathing on a towel while my mind simmers in the dirty memories of last night. A longing heat pools between my thighs.

  Three boys who look like college guys walk over to me from the nearby tiki bar. Attractive, with lean muscles and well-tanned. They check me out. I’m so flustered by the thought of Daddy’s hard cock that they think I’m interested.

  The tallest one, calling himself Mark, asks if I’m eighteen, and I figure out pretty quick what they want.

  Then a stony voice booms behind me. “She’s mine.”

  Daddy.

  I spin around to see him stalking toward us like a predator on the hunt, eyes flashing with such rage.

  His friendliness vanished, Mark steps around me like I’m his girlfriend. “Hey bro, I saw her first.”

  It’s only when Daddy gets in his face that Mark realizes Daddy’s older than the bro age group.

  “What did you say?” Daddy asks. “Who’s yours?”

  Mark steps back, looks from me to Daddy. “Uh …”

  Daddy puts his big arm around me. “She’s mine.”

  Mark coughs as he straightens. “My bad. Sorry, man—”

  “Get the fuck out of here.”

  He slinks off with his buddies before Daddy’s glare turns my way. Without a word he grabs my hand, dragging me toward a changing booth, and my face lights on fire. The people around the tiki bar are staring.

  Daddy hauls me inside the booth before he locks the door.

  “What were you doing?” he says, a bulge rising in his shorts.

  “Nothing! Just getting some sun. Those boys came on to me.” I fold my arms. “Did you find your tablet?”

  “I did not.”

  Daddy pins me against the wall, dragging his tongue up my neck. “You know what that means, Princess.”

  “Not here,” I whisper. “Someone might hear.”

  He pulls out his hard cock. “I can’t wait, and it’s about time you learned how to please me with your mouth. Get on your knees,” Daddy says sternly.

  Kneeling, I stroke his shaft and the smell of sand and ocean is soon replaced by Daddy’s musk. I look up with a pout.

  He rubs his hot cock along my cheek, smearing the cum wetting his tip over my skin. “Use your mouth, baby girl.”

  I wrap my lips around him before Daddy slides to the back of my throat. I fight the urge to gag as Daddy holds his girth in my mouth, and my jaw strains to take his size.

  “This will all be about Daddy’s pleasure. You’ve been a bad girl. From now on, sucking my cock will be one of your punishments.”

  My pussy pulses. I spread my thighs around his feet and listen eagerly for Daddy’s instructions. I stroke his shaft with all my strength, keeping my mouth around the head, and I massage his sac with my free hand.

  My small fingers can’t close around his thickness.

  Daddy holds the wall above me with both hands, the front of his shirt opened, and his hard abs twist in delicious ways as I work him. All the while he tells me how to use my mouth.

  “Make me cum,” he says at the end.

  I pull back on his length and circle my tongue around the sensitive groove, and Daddy closes his eyes with a deep breath. I stroke him faster, using my spit and his clear cum to lather my motions, turning my hand halfway with each stroke.

  “Good girl,” he says at last, giving me a sudden thrust as his cock twitches.

  I grip him even tighter, flicking my tongue over the knob until he lets out a strangled groan, and his cock vibrates in my fingers as hot cum splashes the roof of my mouth.

  “Swallow it,” Daddy growls. “If my seed isn’t going in your holes, it’s going down your throat. Never waste Daddy’s seed.”

  Obeying at once, I look up from under my lashes. I wipe off a drop from the corner of my mouth. “Like that, Daddy?”

  “Yes.” He pulls me up. “Come here,” he says savagely.

  Daddy’s mouth smashes against mine, and he must taste his own release, but Daddy doesn’t care, so busy slipping his tongue around mine. My pussy clenches violently.

  When I’m breathless, Daddy leans back to rub me through the bikini. “Let’s go. You’re not leaving my sight.”

  We get back to our suite to meet housekeeping just leaving with our soiled sheets from last night piled on their cart.

  Daddy stands tall, still holding my hand firmly.


  I lower my eyes out of sheer embarrassment.

  After they leave, he steers me into the room. “The sofa. Sit.”

  I sit with hands folded on my lap, watching as Daddy sheds his clothes. His cock juts up erect as if he hasn’t cum at all.

  He bends over me, plunges his tongue into my mouth, and rips off my bikini with quick snatches.

  There’s an animal frenzy to his movements. “Lie back,” he demands.

  I stretch out on the sofa, shaking with nervous excitement.

  Daddy strokes his cock a few times before wedging between my thighs, lining up at my wet entrance. “Cunt first,” he growls. “Then I’m claiming your other hole.”

  I huff, a sudden giddiness swelling my chest. I stick my tongue out at him.

  Daddy grabs my chin, pulls my tongue into his mouth in a sloppy kiss before thrusting into my pussy. He swallows my cry and plunges to the balls, rutting so fast my breasts bounce to the rhythm.

  “You will cum for me three times today,” he growls in my ear.

  I cum at his words with a sharp gasp.

  Grinding his teeth, Daddy pistons his cock in my orgasm as I thrash against his hips. When I’m about to peak again, he pulls out, flips me on my belly, and bites my earlobe.

  “You will cum for me the second time like this.” He thrusts into my puckered passage with one swing.

  “Daddy!”

  “How does it feel to have Daddy’s cock in your ass?”

  I can’t speak. Pleasure I’ve never felt before pulses up my belly, and I feel him back there even more intensely than in my sex.

  “Is my little girl an ass slut?” Daddy growls. “Makes sense with the way you shake in that bikini. You’ve been itching for a good ass-fucking, haven’t you?” A palm thwacks my bottom. “Tell me, Princess.”

  He’s out of control, the sound of his voice so thick and feral I barely recognize it, his hips pushing on my cheeks as he buries himself.

  “Yes,” I gasp.

  He trails sweet fire along my walls with every pump, and after my passage has adjusted to his thickness, Daddy ruts even harder. Each plunge jerks me forward, cream seeping from my just-fucked pussy. He runs his hands along my back, slapping my hips, biting my neck, kissing my shoulder.

  Then he gets his hands under to rub my clit nonstop until I lock out as my body explodes.

  A hot squirt shoots out of my pussy to splatter his balls hanging over my folds.

  Daddy holds me down with his cock deep in my passage, and he sweeps aside the hair over my neck. A gentle kiss touches my nape. “Oh fuck, baby.”

  “You said I had to cum three times, Daddy. That was only two.” I can’t believe the words leaving my mouth. They sound like they’re from someone else.

  He pulls out with a wet pop, smacks my ass, and carries me to the bed, flinging me into the sheets as he climbs on top with an animal snarl.

  “Pick which hole, little girl.”

  I part my pussy with two fingers.

  Daddy pins my hands overhead, kissing all over my chest as his cock pushes into my drenched folds.

  When every thick inch has sunk into me, he plants a soft kiss on my mouth. Then he moves, slowly and deeply, angling his hips so every thrust bumps my clit. I twist back to let his body roll against mine, savoring the fullness of Daddy’s cock as it drags over my walls.

  This is what making love feels like.

  Daddy feels my pleasure, trying to move slowly. I know he’s holding back his urges. With my small body under him, he wants to fuck me hard and make me scream.

  “Daddy?” I whisper.

  “What is it, baby girl?”

  “Are you still upset about your tablet?” I whisper.

  “Forget the tablet, anything money can buy is replaceable. You’re not. I love you, baby.”

  A moan leaves me as his cock squeezes my spot. “There’s something I have to tell you.”

  “What?”

  “I changed your reservations before we left. The Honeymoon Suite? That was me.” I loop my arms around his neck. “We didn’t need two rooms.”

  Daddy punches his hips and I cry out my sudden climax. I feel the tremors in his body as heat washes through my belly.

  “Naughty little girl. You’ve been hungering for my cock, haven’t you?”

  “Yes!”

  “I’ve been hungering for this sweet cunt. When we get back home you’ll spend the rest of summer as my fuck princess.” He clutches my hips, breathing against my neck, “And I’ll fill your tight pussy with cum every single day.”

  “Ohhhhh.”

  “And then—” He gives me two hard thrusts that make me arch.

  “Then what?” I gasp.

  “I’ll make this belly big, and we’ll come back to this suite with a ring on your finger.”

  I cum for a fourth time before Daddy joins me, his seed sloshing with my juices as we writhe together.

  The End

  Curvy Princess

  I’m eating breakfast when my stepdad walks in, all sweaty and muscles heaving. Daddy’s a personal trainer and he works out all the time. He owns a gym. When he’s not running the business, he posts motivational videos on YouTube.

  Or working out.

  I’ve been to Daddy’s gym. All the girls there are skinny like I used to be, but after I graduated and turned eighteen, I started to slack off. Really, I hate exercising and the only reason I did it in school was for volleyball.

  Daddy hasn’t said anything about my figure, but I see the way he looks at me. He’s always looking too.

  He sees me eating chocolate cake and scowls. “Kylie, I thought you’re cutting back on sweets.”

  “I am.”

  He glances at my plump hips and butt rounded out on the stool. I’m wearing white panties and a tank top that feels a little tight. I wasn’t expecting him home until noon.

  “That cake is filled with sugar,” Daddy says.

  I frown at him. Not at his words—duh it’s filled with sugar—but at his stare.

  It makes me wonder what he’s really thinking. He stares like he has the hots for me, but that can’t be true. I mean, he must know how wrong that’d be.

  Warmth stirs between my thighs and I keep my knees closed.

  I’ve seen Daddy shirtless a few times, but lately the sight of him has stirred the wrong feelings. His chiseled body is packed with muscles that look so very thick, and there’s a vee in his hips that always makes me flustered, like an arrow pointing at what I should never wonder about. But more than a few nights I’ve lain awake thinking about Daddy’s hard cock. I’ve touched myself to those dirty thoughts.

  My libido’s amped.

  It’s the weight gain, I’m sure. Ever since I stopped my old exercise regimen, everything feels more swollen, rounder and fuller. My breasts, my thighs. I get turned on by the oddest things.

  Lucky I broke up with my boyfriend last month. Otherwise, I would’ve done something I’d regret.

  “Kylie!” Daddy says. He’s still standing there, watching me with dark eyes.

  I set my fork down.

  “It’s almost ten,” he says.

  I groan. Right. I agreed to do some cardio with him this weekend after he’d bothered me about getting more exercise all month long.

  “We’re gonna get you in shape,” he says firmly.

  “You know, Daddy, lots of guys like curvy.” My voice sounds kinda flirty, but it’s always been like that between us.

  I could be imagining it, but I see a tinge of red in his cheeks.

  “Get dressed, little girl. No excuses. We leave in twenty.”

  “I’m glad you still think I’m little,” I huff

  “You’ll always be my little girl,” Daddy growls.

  “O-Okay.” I’m sure I’m imagining this: a bulge in his pants. And now it’s getting awkward and I have no idea why. He’s my stepdad, not some boy I’m crushing on.

  “Get dressed,” Daddy says firmly, his voice back to normal. “No excuses.”
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  I hop off the stool.

  Whatever. It’s only one day.

  He drives me to a soccer field two miles away, where Daddy parks his big SUV next to the bleachers. Amateur teams play here in the evenings, but it’s deserted at this time of day. We step out and walk over to the field.

  I’m wearing my favorite cutoff shorts because I threw away my old workout clothes. The shorts used to fit me well, but now they hug my hips like tights when I bend over.

  Daddy’s in a sleeveless top and training pants. He’s big and lean and looks downright mean as his eyes roam over my figure, and I notice the same heated glare from this morning. He’s either angry or …

  Turned on? That can’t be.

  “Um, Daddy?”

  He raises his eyes from hips. “Yes. We’ll warm up with lunges.”

  Daddy jogs off. Sighing, I follow him.

  Here goes nothing.

  By the workout’s end, I glisten with sweat and my shorts cling to the curves of my butt. My tank top sticks to me in a wet sheet. It’s embarrassing. Good thing there’s no one else on the field.

  We go to the cooler Daddy set out.

  As I’m sipping a sugar-free sports drink, Daddy looks through his gym bag and pulls out a caliper with a bunch of numbers on it. I’ve been around his gym often enough to know the caliper is used to measure body fat.

  “What are you doing with that?” I ask sharply.

  “Measuring you, Kylie.”

  He walks over, stern-faced. Daddy’s a tall man and I only reach his shoulders.

  I scoff. “H-Here?”

  A sudden heat blazes in his eyes as he stares at my hips and breasts. I take a step back.

  “Yes,” Daddy says. “Take off your top, little girl.”

  “What?”

  Daddy moves closer and the tent in his crotch is unmistakable. All the forbidden feelings I’ve pushed away over the years come flooding back.

  I try to pretend nothing’s happening.

  “Daddy, shouldn’t we do measurements at the gym? I mean—”

  “I can’t wait.”

  My chest flutters when I see the shape of his cock pressing through his pants. I flick my eyes up and down, trying to give him a hint, trying to warn him he’s having a reaction he shouldn’t.

  Daddy stands inches away, holding the stupid calipers like a whip, and without another word he puts his hand on my waist. I gasp, my blush spreading down my chest and I can feel my nipples stiffen. A sharp clench pulses in my pussy.