by Abby Kace
His cock feels no softer.
“Be a good girl and cum for Daddy.”
Grinding over his lap, I focus on the sensation of him inside my pussy. Soon I ride my daddy without shame, my breasts bouncing to my movements. I feel like a complete slut and I don’t care one bit.
Daddy’s big cock keeps me dripping and writhing. His grunts and the sloshing sounds of our fucking fill the office.
I’m facing the door.
My heart leaps when I see the handle turn. Daddy’s so lost in his pleasure he doesn’t even notice, and words won’t form in my mouth.
I need to finish. I need to cum on his cock. It’s like Daddy said, nothing else matters.
The door opens ajar with no knock. Whoever it is must be used to entering the office freely.
Cassidy pokes her head through, then gapes in shock.
I know she can see Daddy’s big thing shoved halfway up my pussy, his sac coated with my juices. I hold up my middle finger, and her face turns red before she shuts the door without a sound.
Daddy is my man.
I move my hips faster, gyrating every time I sink to his base.
“Goddamn, baby girl.” He puts one hand on my ass and reaches around with his other to rub my swollen clit. “You ready to cum?”
“Y-Yes!”
The fingers on my clit whirl faster. “Cum for Daddy.”
I clench around him as my orgasm explodes and my juices gush all over him in a hot tide. I would’ve collapsed if he weren’t holding me up.
“That’s my good girl. Now you just sit still, I’m almost—”
But I ease off him because my pussy feels too tender, and when I turn around, Daddy’s huge cock glistens with my cream. It looks so hard it must be painful.
“Need some help with that?” I ask.
“Yes,” he growls.
I kneel between Daddy’s muscled thighs and stroke him with both hands, but I don’t touch his ruddy tip that’s leaking cum. I know that’s the most sensitive part, like my clit, and I don’t want him to cum just yet.
“So,” I say, “no more pushing diets on me?”
“Fuck no.”
“No more dragging me out of bed in the morning for a run?”
“Baby girl, I’m dragging you out of bed every day but it won’t be to run.” He knits his brows as I pinch the skin under his crown. “Fuck.”
“I’m glad to hear that, Daddy.”
“Naughty little girl.”
“Hm.” I put my lips around his massive tip and give him a puff of breath. One puff. That’s all.
Daddy’s hard abs tighten into ridges. “Don’t tease me, Princess.”
I touch his sac and feel his balls move. I run the tip of my finger under the groove of his cock head in slow circles, just lightly touching him. Daddy opens his mouth, closes it.
“Baby girl …”
“Okay, okay.”
“Use your mouth,” Daddy demands.
Gripping him with both hands, I wrap my lips around that thick knob and swirl my tongue over the musky skin. He thrusts against the roof of my mouth before a shudder shoots through his body and hot cum splashes my mouth.
Daddy watches, wide-eyed, as I spit out a gob onto my palm before swallowing the rest. I peel apart my pussy lips and rub Daddy’s seed between my folds.
“You owe me one, Daddy.”
“Baby girl, just you wait until we get home.”
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IT’S LATE AFTERNOON when we walk through the front door, and judging by the state of Daddy’s erection, he’s ready for more.
We shower before I meet Daddy in the kitchen. I’m wearing nothing but white panties and a matching tank top. Daddy one-ups me and strolls in naked, cock erect.
Before I can even speak, he holds me against the counter with his erection pushed on my belly. Daddy gives me a wink.
“What do you want to eat for dinner?” he asks.
“Chocolate cake,” I say, just to test him.
“Done.”
After the best meal I’ve had in years—and it’s not only the food that makes me happy—Daddy takes me to the sofa and parts my thighs. He goes to work on my pussy with his tongue.
Heaven.
I ball my hands as his tongue traces along my folds, flickering lightly with every circle. Electricity shoots up my spine. And when I shake out of control, he closes his mouth around my clit and suckles deeply. Daddy curls a single finger against my front wall and holds it there as his lips form a perfect seal over my nub.
“Don’t stop,” I moan.
I feel his tongue flick faster and faster before my pussy erupts in a sudden splash.
Daddy licks his lips. “You taste sweeter than the cake, baby girl.”
“Oh Daddy.”
The next month passes in a haze of daily orgasms.
Now that I don’t feel any pressure to lose weight, I actually do lose weight, as funny as that sounds. Daddy filled a hole inside me, I guess, and I don’t crave food as much. And I’m pretty sure we burn plenty of calories in bed.
He loves to sneak into my room in the middle of the night and cuddle against me, and it’s never long before he sneaks his thick cock into my wet pussy.
And when I finally tell him about the bun in my oven, Daddy rewards me with three orgasms in one hour, each one more intense than the last.
And six months later, when my belly has grown and my breasts have swelled, and I’m horny beyond belief with pregnancy hormones, Daddy worships my body every night. If his cock isn’t in my pussy, it’s in my ass, and if it’s in my ass, then I can be sure his fingers will do their magic on my clit.
He makes me cum in so many different ways.
One night, as we’re making love on our sides, with his cock buried to the balls in my sopping pussy, I cum way faster than usual, crying out while Daddy is still pumping his cock.
He peels off at my screams, worried he’d hurt me, but when he lays me on my back, I let him know it was only my orgasm.
“You’ve never cum so fast,” Daddy says.
“I know,” I gasp.
Then the most embarrassing thing happens. My puffy nipples start leaking milk, and Daddy makes a growling sound when he sees.
Lust darkens Daddy’s eyes, and before I know it, he’s sucking at my breasts, tugging on my nipples with his teeth. I moan from the sheer pleasure wracking my body.
“Dr. Hendrix did say this might happen,” Daddy growls.
I smack him lightly against the head. “Daddy, you shouldn’t steal my milk.”
He chuckles softly. “You have five months left, Princess. And until then, I will be tasting your ripe titties.”
His dirty words only make me hotter, and it’s not long before I cum again. And after Daddy has tasted his fill, he slides his cock back into my pussy to empty his balls like he always does.
He cradles me in his arm when we settle at last. “I love you, Princess.”
“I love you, Daddy.”
The End
Daddy Needs Help
My stepdad Colton always had a bad boy streak, if the stories I’ve heard from my cousins are true. A rebel. But lately he’s taking the boy part to new levels. He’s dying the gray at his temples black. He’s going to the gym all the time, and when he sits down at dinner he wears these sleeveless tees that look ridiculous for a man of his age. He shows off his muscles at every chance. He even fired the landscaper so he can mow the lawn shirtless!
I’m eighteen, but I’m not stupid. I see how the girls in our neighborhood ogle him. The moms with baby strollers can’t look away either.
And the other day, I got a text from my best friend Cindy asking if Daddy’s hard cock is as big as his biceps.
It made me furious. Made my face heat. And I’m ashamed to say, my girl parts stirred as I imagined what Daddy’s cock looks like. I became so wet I had to change my panties. Cindy apologized the next morning and said she’d been drunk, but I know better.
Daddy’s on t
he prowl, and if he’s not careful, he’ll catch something.
It’s gotten out of hand.
I need a Daddy, not a male model reliving his twenties.
Right?
Tonight I’m confronting him. I can hear him lifting weights in the rack he installed in our basement.
I check my hair and makeup. My panties sit snug on my hips. My tank top offers a hint of my chest, and the fabric is thin enough I can see my nipples in the mirror. I’ve noticed that since my body blossomed, Daddy listens to me a lot more when I dress light.
I find him pulling a dumbbell stacked with plates. His body ripples with muscles and rivulets of sweat glisten under the lights.
“Daddy?”
He drops the weights, and my breathing turns shallow as he stares at me. “What is it, Carla? I’m working out.”
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. You’re working out all the time.”
“So?”
“You just act so different,” I mutter. My eyes stray to the outline of something long and thick in his gym shorts. I flick my eyes up at once. “I mean, what’s this about?”
“I’m trying to stay fit.” He slaps his rock hard glistening abs and my teeth sink into my lower lip. “Honey, you know most guys my age have a beer gut. I’m avoiding that.”
“Daddy, are you dating anyone?”
He glances at my legs and belly button, clears his throat. “What kind of question is that?”
“It’s a question.”
He smirks. “No dates for your daddy.”
Relief hits me, then embarrassment. “Okay.”
He walks closer and touches my bare shoulder, sending prickles down my spine as heat rises in my belly.
Daddy smiles. “You cold, little girl?”
“N-No, I—why are you exercising so much anyway?”
Daddy shrugs. “Dr. Hensey said I have low T. Lifting weights should help.”
“Low T?”
“Low testosterone.”
I look over Daddy’s riven physique and shake my head. “No way. If anything you have too much testosterone.”
He chuckles. “Tell that to Jennifer. We were having problems.”
Jennifer was Daddy’s last girlfriend. He’s been dating since he divorced Mom, but it never lasts more than a few months. Jennifer ended last month.
“Problems?”
“I couldn’t get it up.”
“Daddy!” I blush intensely. “I did not need to know that.”
He chuckles again, but there’s a tension in his voice. “That’s why I’ve been hitting the weights, Carla.”
I shuffle my feet. I don’t believe for a second Daddy can’t get “it” up. His shorts are tenting right now whether he knows it or not.
I clear my throat. “Uh, Colton?” I nod at his crotch.
“Aw shit. Yeah that happens sometimes when I get worked up. See? Lifting weights help.”
He tries to laugh, but his eyes keep sweeping over my hips.
I gulp. We both know he’s getting hard over me. And we both can’t say it.
“Okay, Daddy. I’m going to bed.”
His throat knots up and down. “See you in the morning.”
I turn around and feel his eyes on my ass. I swear I hear a growl as I’m climbing the stairs.
Half an hour later I’m tossing in bed. I can’t sleep. There’s a heat between my thighs I’m desperate to ignore. Images of Daddy’s body flicker in my mind, and I keep thinking about Cindy’s dumb text message.
How big is your dad’s cock?
Finally I get up for a drink, and in the hallway I hear grunts. Strangled guttural sounds.
Unmistakable.
It’s dark. I feel around for the light switch then freeze as the noises get louder. It’s coming from Daddy’s bedroom.
I slide up to his door.
What’s he doing in there?
But in the pit of my belly I know exactly what he’s doing. My stomach squeezes and I hold my knees together to push away the humming sensation in my clit. There’s a soft groan from the other side of the door.
I can’t take it anymore and turn the knob.
“Daddy?” I whisper. “You okay?”
I hear rustling, panting. Creaking of the mattress. “Carla?”
“It’s me, Daddy.”
I tiptoe across the soft carpet, walking further into the cool darkness. My heart hammers behind my chest.
I can just see Daddy’s outline by the dim moonlight. He sits up with a blanket wrapped around his waist.
“Carla, get out of here. What are you—”
I turn on the lamp and gasp. He’s naked. The blanket covers his middle but does nothing for the rise between his legs.
His hands are at his side, but I know where they’ve been. One of them anyway.
Our eyes connect.
The silence is stifling.
Slowly he pulls the blanket off to reveal a thick hard cock. The huge head looks swollen and wet, and thick veins run down the shaft. His sac seems almost small under that massive thing.
I press my lips together.
Waiting.
“Take your top off.” Daddy’s voice is low. Firm. Commanding.
Almost mesmerized I pull it over my head. My breasts flop free.
He stares at them and starts stroking his cock.
“And the rest,” he growls.
He means my panties. I hesitate, very self-conscious and shy in the presence of this man.
Daddy swings his legs off the bed and kneels at my feet. He kisses my belly button while massaging my thighs. My pussy clenches. I pull my hands through Daddy’s hair and feel his fingers under the elastic of my panties.
“Oh Daddy.”
He tugs the panties to my ankles as I close my eyes. I can feel his breath on my folds.
Daddy stops.
I’m breathless, my fingers raking through his hair, and I buck my hips forward. He takes the hint and drags his tongue up my slit.
Pleasure slices up between my legs.
“You ever been with a man before?” Daddy says.
I look down to see him studying me with hard eyes before I shake my head.
He scoops me into his arms and sets me down on his bed. I close my thighs instinctively, fully nude under Daddy’s fierce gaze.
“You will.”
He pries my legs apart and lines up his cock against my pink slit. His face is scrunched up, in agony, as he strokes his cock slowly.
I touch his arm.
“Teach me, Daddy.”
He takes a deep breath. The tip of his cock splits my folds and I pull my tummy tight with a sharp gasp. Watching my face with hot eyes, Daddy holds his cock.
“You ready?” he growls.
I give him a nod, trying to relax. To loosen. But I can feel how tight I am, and it can’t be easy for him to hold himself like this, his ruddy tip just between my flesh. Even a virgin knows that part of a man is sensitive.
Even a virgin knows how wrong this is.
“Okay,” Daddy says, his expression hardening.
He pushes. And pushes. My mouth falls open and the air rushes from my lungs. Daddy holds my thighs open as his clock presses through my wet folds sliding deeper. He grits his jaw.
I arch, twisting into the sheets.
“Oh god.”
Daddy rubs my aching clit as he thrusts harder. I grab a handful of his bedsheets and shove it into my mouth, biting down. The pain is sharp.
Then I feel his sac on my anus.
I almost pass out, but Daddy coaxes my body with his mouth, dragging his tongue over my neck. His other hand never leaves my clit.
The pain fades.
My tight walls stretch around his thickness, opening for the first time in my life. I’ve never had more than a finger in there and this new fullness—it makes me heady. I’m being ripped apart and remade on a bed of air. I’m floating. Pleasure streaks along my spine to the depths of my pussy.
I grip Daddy’s
wrists and squeeze. “Oh.”
“That’s my little girl.”
I almost cum at those words.
“Daddy, I’m not that little. Don’t be so dirty.”
He growls again. “You haven’t seen dirty yet.”
My legs loosen as my body adjusts to his cock. I set them down over the edge of the bed, curling my toes into the carpet. Daddy’s body is wedged between my thighs, and he waits as if he’s afraid of hurting me.
Strong hands slide up the swell of my hips and along my ribs. He molds my breasts and gives each nipple a hard kiss.
“What are you waiting for?” I gasp.
His eyes dart up.
I brace my hands against his hard chest.
“Fuck me.”
He grunts and thrusts. My legs jerk up again. I thought I’d felt everything, but I was wrong. Dizzying jolts shoot up my spine and my pussy clenches as his cock pumps in and out. The rhythm is gentle at first. He watches my face as he quickens, each thrust wrenching a gasp from me.
“God you’re tight.”
And I feel a twinge of jealousy. Daddy’s an experienced man, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s comparing me to every woman he’s touched before. Including my mom. She never loved me. They met and divorced when I was very young, but he stayed with me. My daddy.
His jaw clenches.
His cock picks up speed and feels even bigger.
“Tight,” he whispers again.
“Daddy I don’t want you to think about anyone else. Only me.”
“What?”
My face burns up even hotter. I explain my fears in hushed words.
He never stops thrusting. “There’s only one woman on my mind.” He smirks for a moment. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, baby girl. Be confident.”
Despite my state, despite his cock stretching my walls, I let out a giggle.
“What’s so funny?”
“Just you saying that with your penis in me.”
He snarls. “Daddy’s cock likes what it sees.”
“You always think with your cock, Daddy?”
“That tends to happen when I’m in bed.” His hand slides to my throat and he shows his teeth. “No more playing. I’m taking this sweet cunt. Owning it. You’re mine now, little girl.”