Daddy Demands 1

by Abby Kace

  My back arches more as he drives into me, pounding me hard. My legs close around his back, and all I can hear is the slap of our bodies, the squelching of my pussy as his cock thrusts in and out. The bed begins to creak.

  A sharp cry leaves me. I writhe into the sheets, breathing in Daddy’s masculine scent.

  Daddy pauses with his breathing shallow, and the vein in his neck bulges like a cord.

  “Daddy what’s wrong?”

  “I’m going to cum. I shouldn’t do it in—”

  He gurgles as I pull my legs tight around him and clench my pussy, humping back on his cock.

  “Clara!”

  I don’t let go and I feel his cock twitch. He grips my throat, resisting, then gives in and shoves his cock into me to the balls. Our bodies join together before he groans, cumming in hot squirts that flood me with scalding seed.

  “Damn it, girl.”

  “It’s okay, Daddy.” I can feel cum seeping out of my pussy around his shaft. “It feels good.”

  I lick my lips. My pussy still tremors around his shaft.

  He doesn’t pull out and doesn’t soften either. He lets me milk his cock with my tightness and locks his jaw.

  “Daddy?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, Carla. I just—fuck I came so hard I felt it shoot up.” He kisses my hair. “Can’t remember the last time that’s happened.”

  “I’m not there yet,” I remind him. “Your little girl needs to cum.”

  I can feel his fingers digging into my arms.

  “I’ll make you cum.”

  He pulls out and flips me roughly on my stomach, hauling me up by the hips. I’m on my knees and hands.

  A sharp slap jiggles my rear. Then another.

  I clutch the sheet, arching my back.

  Daddy grabs me by the waist and slams into my pussy. There’s no hesitation now. He fucks me hard, plunges deep, and my breasts swing from the force of his thrusts. The pleasure in my belly builds ever higher, but I try to hold it back, to see what new heights Daddy can take me.

  I feel his hips tilt down, the angle of his cock changing and each thrust touching new nerves. The curve of his shaft slides over my front wall to hit my spot.

  I scream.

  “Daddy!”

  “Cum for me.”

  He throws his weight into his thrusts, his cock plunging deep. My orgasm explodes in white hot shards, and as I cum, he strums my clit rapidly until I’m screaming. Daddy never stops until I spill into another orgasm and collapse into the sheets.

  It’s over.

  My first time.

  “I’m taking your other hole.”

  My eyes fly open. “W-What?”

  I can feel his thumb circling my puckered asshole, and I squeeze on reflex. His other hand molds my buttocks.

  “You don’t know how good you look back here, little girl. I’m fucking your ass.”

  “Daddy that’s—wrong!”

  “Don’t you worry, baby. I like dirty. You be a good girl and take Daddy’s cock.”

  My breathing stutters as chills slick my body.

  His cock nestles into my rear and it’s still wet with my juices. He presses into the tight ring of muscle, and I feel his hands trembling on my ass.

  “Tight.”

  Moaning, I drop to my elbows as this new agony churns up my body. His tip enters my asshole and he slaps my cheeks.

  “Hold still now.”

  “I’m trying, Daddy.”

  “This is my first time too, baby. I’ve never fucked a woman here. So we’re even. You like that?”

  “Oh god. You’re filthy.”

  His cock pushes deeper, and I feel a fiery stretch as his shaft slides past that ring. Tears wet my eyes from the intense pressure seeping into my walls, the heavy pleasure rolling through my belly.

  Daddy presses until his sac touches my dripping pussy, and then he rests himself in my passage. I clinch around the base of his shaft, making him pay for every second inside my tight hole. I’m going to rip the cum from his balls.

  Daddy clutches my buttocks for support.

  When I twirl my hips from side to side, he lands a sharp slap over my ass.

  “You’re teasing me too hard, baby.”

  “That’s what you get for putting your cock there.”

  “Ooh. No. What I get is this.”

  He thrusts and pounds my ass like he did my pussy. Even harder. Faster. Daddy’s big cock is relentless, his frenzied movements making me cry out. My cheeks jiggle to this furious rhythm, to the slaps of his hand.

  I reach for my clit, but Daddy pushes my hand away.

  “No. You’re going to cum for me like this—with my cock in your ass.”

  A new orgasm boils up in the pit of my pelvis. Different. Centered on my anus. The sensation makes me shudder, and I can barely hold myself up. Daddy’s forceful thrusts make me stagger forward, my mouth drooling into the sheets. Compared to Daddy I’m only a small girl. My body can’t keep up.

  He kisses my shoulder with his cock buried in my ass before he rolls me to my side, then nestles in against my back. Spooning, he goes back to fucking my asshole. I curl up against his hard frame as his cock punches between my cheeks.

  My ring tightens again. A delicious buzz crawls over my skin to the roots of my hair. My pussy starts to spasm on its own.

  “You’re getting close,” Daddy says.

  “Yes.”

  He grabs my hips. “Do it. Cum for me.”

  My anus clenches and unclenches. My pussy quakes as my whole body seizes up.

  Daddy lifts my leg to slide his cock between my thighs. I’m still shaking when he pushes into my pussy again. The curl of his shaft is perfect, rubbing a tender spot under my front wall that wracks me with pleasure.

  He runs his hands through my rumpled hair before he feels up my stomach to my breasts, squeezing and kneading. Hot spurts well up in my pussy, and I can’t tell where one orgasm ends and another begins.

  Daddy slides out at last, but I won’t let him get away. I reach between my legs and stroke his length until he spills hot cum on my inner thigh.

  He softens only slightly.

  Our bodies lie entwined. I think we won’t get much sleep tonight.

  We don’t.

  I keep him awake with my new found need. I lie against him and grind my ass on his cock, or I stroke it. We spend the night in bursts of frenetic fucking, letting our bodies recover in between.

  Several times he shoves his cock into my pussy just to hold it there, and when I think he’s fallen asleep I’ll give him a good clench that makes him move, pounding me hard.

  “Daddy,” I whisper, “you’re not going to sleep with your cock in my pussy.”

  He strokes my face lovingly.

  It’s early morning by the time we’re both satisfied.

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  THE NEXT MORNING Daddy schedules an appointment with Dr. Hensey. Clearly he has no problem getting that cock hard. They do a new blood test, and when Daddy gets the results, he’s shocked that those testosterone levels are through the roof.

  At dinner, Daddy chomps down on sliced chicken with avocado and lentils. He calls it gerbil food, but he eats it anyway. Daddy’s obsessive like that.

  It’s a good thing his newest obsession is me.

  “My T levels are so high Dr. Hensey thinks I’m on steroids.” Daddy grins wolfishly. “He doesn’t know the real reason though.”

  I hide a smirk as Daddy’s hand slides up my bare thigh under the table. I’m wearing white panties and a tank top. He’s in gym shorts.

  Nothing else.

  “I always knew sex boosted testosterone, but baby girl, you are something else.”

  I fold my arms. “Daddy?”

  “What is it?”

  He’s enjoying himself so much I’m getting worried. “You’re not going to start dating again are you? I mean—” I twirl a strand of hair around my finger “—you have me now.�
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  He sets down his fork. “I won’t. I promise. You’re my world, baby. That’s it. End of story.”

  “Really, Daddy?”

  “Yes.” He frowns. “Call me Colton. Can’t spend the rest of your life saying ‘Daddy’ every day.”

  “But I’m your little girl.”

  “Carla, I don’t know if—”

  I get up and sit on his lap. His cock hardens in seconds, pressing into the cleft between my ass cheeks. “Daddy.”

  He growls. “Little girls need to have some manners.”

  “Teach me.”

  Daddy has the calm of mind to clear the plates before he bends me over the dining table. He rips my panties off. Holding my hips tightly, Daddy wastes no time thrusting into my pussy. Guttural grunts leave his throat as he pounds me, and the table shakes under the force of his impacts.

  When he pulls out, I’m breathless and my eyelids flutter. I feel him licking my folds before he peels me open to find my clit with the tip of his tongue.

  “Daddy!”

  “What a wet little pussy,” he says through slurps. “So fucking sweet.”

  He shoves two fingers into me and strokes my front wall as his tongue licks up to my asshole.

  I moan.

  Daddy smacks my rear a few times, each thwack just hard enough to sting. Then I feel his cock sliding back into my drenched pussy, pumping like a piston as his hips slap against my ass.

  “You want to be mine, Carla?”

  “Yes Daddy!”

  “I’m going to fuck you hard every day, you dirty little girl.” His hand whips over my ass. “You’re mine forever.”

  Moaning, I press my face against the table.

  Daddy pulls me up and shoves me against the wall, stroking my hair. He lifts me by both legs and fucks my pussy in quick strokes, punctuated by hammering drives that send me up the wall. He finds the angle that makes me squirm the most and bounces me on his huge cock.

  “I’m going to put a baby in this tight cunt,” Daddy growls.

  I feel my pussy convulse. I grab his shoulders, squealing and moaning, digging my fingers into his muscles.

  “And when your tits swell big I’m going to suck the milk from them. You want that, little girl? Daddy drinking your milk?” He’s panting, gritting his teeth. “Daddy taking your sweet cunt whenever he wants?” He squeezes my ass. “And when you get too sore I’ll fuck your other hole. You’ll be my little slut every night.”

  I clench around his cock, squeezing him desperately as my orgasm rips me apart.

  Daddy pulls out, still hard, and pushes me to my knees, his erection coated with my cream swaying an inch away. He instructs me to put my mouth on his cock.

  It’s the first time I’ve used my mouth to touch him.

  He tells me exactly what to do with one hand on my head.

  “I have a lot to teach you,” he says.

  I squeeze his balls gently and slurp up his shaft. I rub under the tip, then flick my tongue along the seam of his sac. Stroking his length, I close my mouth around the head and suck deeply.

  Daddy’s shaft begins to twitch.

  I look up for his approval as my hands lather his cock, soapy with my juices and saliva.

  He nods. “That’s a good girl. Keep going. Later Daddy’s going to drink that pussy dry.”

  I pull my tongue all over his shaft and circle under his groove. Every time I glance up, Daddy’s expression twists a little harder, the control fading. The raw man comes out. Daddy gets that wild stare in his eyes like a lust-crazed beast on the hunt.

  He sits me on the table. Stroking himself, he gropes my breasts and smooshes them together with one big hand before he licks all over my nipples.

  “Daddy slow down!”

  He kisses me roughly, smashing his lips against my mouth. “I’ll slow down after I cum in this pussy.”

  Daddy pins me over the table and slams his hips, the whole length of his cock plunging into me to the balls. He grinds without thrusting, his thickness dragging over my walls.

  I claw down his back and clench my pussy.

  Daddy grits his teeth. I can feel the throbs that pass along his cock as he tries to bite back his peak.

  I squeeze harder and feel his cock jump, the hot flood of his cum that coats my walls as he releases deep in my pussy.

  Daddy runs his hands through my long hair and kisses my chin.

  “You wait a while,” he says. “I’m going to hit the weights and come back to your little pussy.”

  At first I think he’s joking, but he leaves, going downstairs, and soon I hear weights clanging in the basement.

  I spend the time wiping down the table and putting our leftovers from dinner in the fridge. I don’t bother with clothes. It’s a nice feeling walking around nude, with nothing on my skin but the smell of Daddy’s cum and my own sex.

  Opening my phone, I send a text to Cindy: My daddy’s huge.

  She can take that however she wants.

  Daddy returns with muscles swollen and all lathered in sweat. His cock is hard and thick as he stares at the curve in my hips.

  I roll my eyes. “Daddy put some clothes on!”

  “Don’t need to,” he says. “Besides, you didn’t put your panties back on.”

  “At least take a shower. Jeez.”

  “After. You get on this cock right now.”

  He sits in a chair and I straddle him with a smile, sinking onto the massive thing between his legs. I ride him while he rubs my clit and squeezes my breast.

  Daddy’s hands fall to my buttocks, and he molds them roughly as his cock sends heavy upthrusts that makes me ache and writhe. I roll my hips in sinuous turns, and I can feel my folds clinging to his thick shaft as I slide up and down his cock.

  Daddy starts to spank me, whipping his hands over each cheek as our tongues tangle in a wet kiss.

  “I love you,” he growls in my ear. “You’ll be riding Daddy’s cock every day from now on. I’m going to make you a mother, little girl.”

  “Yes Daddy!”

  The best orgasm I’ve ever had explodes through my body before Daddy swallows my cries with his hot kiss.

  The End

  Rough Daddy, Gentle Step

  I’m relaxing with Taylor in my room. The door’s closed even though Daddy won’t be home until six. Lately, my stepbrother always shuts the door when we hang out, and we hang out a lot.

  We leave for college in August, but my school’s on the East Coast and his is on the West, so we’ll have the whole country dividing us. It makes me kinda sad. My brother and I may not look much alike, but we were inseparable growing up.

  I’m a small curvy blonde with neat hair I keep in a ponytail.

  Taylor is tall, rugged. His untamed black mane always looks a little wild, and scruff already shadows his strong jaw. He is so chiseled all over, way taller than me with an athlete’s body, and that’s because he used to be the quarterback of our high school football team.

  Calling him hot would be like calling fire hot.

  Our daddy—my stepdad—looks just like him, but older with a sprinkle of gray at the temples. They’re both gorgeous now that I think about it.

  I’ll miss Taylor. But we turned eighteen and I guess that’s life.

  My brother sits up in my bed, wearing only an undershirt that hugs his torso and jeans that sit low on his hips. He stares at me in a weird way.

  Sitting beside him, I stick my tongue out, pretending there are no feelings between us. “Do I have something on my face?”

  He plays his fingers over my hand. “We should’ve applied to the same school,” he says out of the blue. “I’m gonna miss sniffing your panties.”

  I roll my eyes. “You’re so disgusting.”

  We’ve always joked about stuff like that, and sometimes we get flirty, but we’re pretty much best friends and he’s a prankster. I know he’s never sniffed my panties. Taylor just says these gross things now and then. Joking, I guess. I would always call him disgusting
and he would laugh and we’d leave it at that.

  Except he’s not laughing.

  “Don’t go sniffing panties at your school,” I say to fill the silence. “Girls are kinda creeped out by panty sniffers. Trust me on this.” I meet his eyes, waiting for the laugh.

  Um, laugh?

  I’m being ridiculous.

  Taylor will never have problems dating even if he sniffs people up the skirt. My brother had girls chasing him all through high school, but now that I think about it he’s never chased them back.

  His hand tightens around mine. “I love you, Emma.”

  There’s nothing funny in his voice.

  “Oh I know you love me.” I’m still trying to be jokey, but I feel my face heat.

  Leaning closer, he looks almost angry. “You don’t know.”

  “Stop being weird.”

  “Not today.” He sounds out of breath. My brother never sounds of breath. He runs five miles every morning before dawn and lifts weights five days a week, which has been his schedule since tenth grade.

  What’s gotten into him?

  “You don’t know,” he says again. “I love you more than I should. More than a brother should.”

  My heart jumps to my throat. “W-What?”

  “I was thinking last night. It’s our last chance to be together. Who the fuck knows what’s gonna happen when you start school? Some dipshit will set his eyes on you, touch you. And I can’t fucking have that. You’re my little sister.” He snarls. “I can’t stand the thought of some random fuck putting his hands on you.”

  “Stop swearing!” My heart races a million miles an hour. And that’s when I notice the bulge in his jeans, where his thing must be.

  Oh my god.

  “I know you want it too,” he says.

  “Want what?”

  “You know what. You think I don’t know you play with your pussy on my bed? Last Friday. My webcam recorded everything, sis. I heard you moaning my name.”

  My face lights on fire and I snatch my hand out of his. “You recorded me?”

  “By accident. I left the cam on.”

  “Well you shouldn’t have watched!”

  He strokes my cheek with the back of his hand. “I watched it every night since and I stroked my cock watching. I’m not leaving this house until I mark you as mine.”