Daddy Demands 1

by Abby Kace

“Stop fighting!” I blurt out between moans.

  “You hear that?” Daddy says. “You’re upsetting her.”

  My brother falls silent, glaring at us.

  Daddy pulls me off, turns me around, and sits me onto his erection in reverse so I face my brother.

  I’m so dizzy from pleasure, so wet, I sink to the base of Daddy’s thick cock at once, and my pussy rests snugly over his balls. I look down to see my folds stretched so thin around that thick base, my clit a tiny bud fiercely pink and glistening with cream. The scent of sex blankets the air.

  I feel like a little doll perched over Daddy’s massive body.

  Taylor’s pants start to tent as his eyes rake over my breasts.

  “She’s beautiful isn’t she,” Daddy says. “Your sister’s a woman.”

  “I know that,” my brother says after a while.

  “You can either leave,” Daddy says, “or help me train her.”

  Taylor frowns. “Train her?”

  I know exactly what Daddy means. Training my pussy to take cock, to cum on command, to be a fuck doll. Training me to be a good girl who can please my man and be pleased, to cum over and over, every day.

  Daddy knows how dirty his little girl is at heart.

  My orgasm explodes, my walls rippling along the big cock pumping inside me, and Daddy wraps his hand around my neck while his fingers whirl over my clit. I cum so hard I almost black out.

  He pulls me off gently, setting me on the bed, and kisses over my belly. “You okay, Emma?”

  “Yes, Daddy. That felt amazing.”

  “Good girl, you’re learning fast. I’m gonna prepare some things for you, a new outfit I want you to wear in the house.” He throws a look at my brother. “It’s not enough to love a woman, you need to give her what she wants. Your sister likes it rough. She doesn’t need a man who won’t take charge. Understand?”

  Taylor nods slowly.

  Daddy belts on his pants. “We’re keeping her to ourselves. No other man will lay a finger on our treasure. Her cunt belongs to us and our cocks belong to her.”

  My brother straightens. “Right.”

  “Give your sister a bath. Baby girl?”

  “Yes Daddy.”

  “I’ll lay out some new clothes on your bed. Get dressed after your bath, then come downstairs. I’ll be waiting,” he says with a hot glare.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Good girl.”

  Daddy gives me another kiss before he talks with my brother for a while out of earshot. Then he leaves.

  “HE TOLD ME EVERYTHING,” Taylor says in a sullen voice, setting me butt naked into the steaming tub. My brother looks very hard under his pants.

  “Daddy satisfies me. You tried to do it with me too, remember? So just shut up.”

  Taylor rakes a hand through his hair. Then he sheds his clothes and follows me into the tub, his erection swaying from side to side. He kneels between my legs before lathering me with body wash, and he dips a hand underwater to massage my tender folds.

  “Better?” he mutters.

  “Better.”

  A finger slides into me as he kisses my hairline. “I wanted to be your first.”

  “Then you should’ve been faster.”

  My brother grunts, fingering me harder, his cock leaking clear cum over the water. “You want me to treat you like Dad?”

  “If you even can,” I taunt.

  His finger curls up into my spot, and I let out a sharp gasp, thrashing in the water.

  “How’s that?” he says.

  “B-Better.”

  He tips up my chin before his lips smash against mine, another finger sliding into my pussy. When he pulls back, I’m flushed all over again.

  “Whatever you want,” he growls.

  After our bath, Taylor helps me dry off before we head to my room, where I fix my hair into a long ponytail.

  “Dad wants you to wear this,” he says, holding up some white stockings trimmed with lace off my bed.

  Sitting before the princess dresser Daddy bought for me years ago, I roll up the stockings that reach mid-thigh while my brother watches. He didn’t even put clothes on, every inch of his chiseled physique bared, and his cock has been hard since our bath.

  “See something you like?” I whisper.

  He gives me a punishing kiss and then steps back. A single slap whips across my breasts.

  I gasp, my nipples stiffening at once.

  “Yes,” he says in a deep voice that’s more like Daddy’s. “Hurry up, sis. I’m saving my cum for you.”

  I swallow as he hands me a slinky white babydoll with spaghetti straps and a ruffled skirt. Slipping it on, I look in the mirror. The soft, silky fabric clings to my body, so sheer it might as well be see-through, and the skirt only reaches halfway down my rear cheeks. Two gaps in the chest display my underboob.

  Taylor holds up the box that contained the clothes. “This looks like the present Dad got for you last week. He must’ve been planning this.”

  “What was in your present?” I ask, suddenly shy.

  My brother shrugs. “A watch.”

  I roll my eyes.

  “Let’s not keep Dad waiting. Or me. You look hot as fuck, sister.”

  ◆◆◆

  WHEN WE ENTER the living room, my heart skips a beat. There’s a camera standing in the corner on a tripod, and towels are draped over the sofas.

  Daddy is slouched on the nearest couch, and I’m struck by the blazing hunger in his eyes. His cock juts out of his zipper, rock hard and veined, so thick with power and need.

  “Very lovely, Princess. The lingerie suits you.”

  “Thank you, Daddy. What’s the camera for?”

  “I’m recording you for later,” Daddy says, stroking himself.

  My blush deepens.

  “Hold up that skirt,” Daddy says.

  I do as I’m told.

  “What a wet little pussy. So smooth and pink. I thought about buying you matching panties, but you won’t need them. You will wear this outfit at home from now on, you will keep your cunt ready for Daddy.”

  “And what are you two gonna wear?” I say sharply.

  Daddy yanks off his pants, revealing every thick muscle covering his body. His rugged bulk contrasts with my brother’s slender beauty—compared to Daddy at least—in the most delicious way, and both their cocks stand at attention.

  “Nothing,” Daddy says.

  “Good idea,” Taylor adds.

  I gulp.

  Daddy fixes his eyes on me. “Now, Princess. What kind of naughty little girl would talk back to her daddy?”

  “Um …”

  Daddy gives me a glare, stern, dominant, full of hot lust and tender love and something darker, something that makes me clench below. “Come here,” he demands.

  A croak escapes my throat. I pad over the carpet on my stockinged feet.

  “Kneel.”

  I obey at once.

  “Spread your legs.”

  My knees push apart. Daddy shifts his leg forward so his shin rubs against my drenched pussy and I start grinding myself against him, my skirt rustling softly.

  “Good girl,” Daddy says approvingly. “Put my cock in your mouth.”

  I close my small hand around Daddy’s thick shaft, bringing my mouth to his erection and swallowing him to the back of my throat. Daddy’s masculine musk coats my taste buds. Stroking his thickness, I do my best to suck as heat rises in my belly.

  “Easy, Princess. Breathe.”

  Leaning back, I take a big gulp of air then spend a few minutes slurping up and down his hot length.

  Daddy puts his hands under my chest, squeezing my breasts through the gaps in my babydoll. It hits me what the underboob openings are for, so he can touch my breasts whenever he wants. Daddy wants me to wear the sheer lingerie even when he uses my mouth.

  I’m embarrassed and so turned on, the skin of my inner thighs slick with cream and my pussy throbs for more. From the corner of my eye, I see Taylor
walking over to stand beside me.

  “Don’t forget your brother,” Daddy says.

  I pull off to wrap my lips around Taylor’s cock. Still stroking Daddy with one hand, I suck deeply to savor Taylor’s different taste.

  “It’s gonna be okay,” he says in a gentle voice even as his shaft throbs over my tongue. “You’re doing great, sis.”

  “She’s obedient,” Daddy growls. “But her mouth requires additional training.”

  “Do you have to talk about her like that?”

  “Emma likes it,” Daddy says. “Don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I mumble around my brother’s cock.

  “Off,” Daddy commands.

  I pull off, resting on my heels.

  Daddy strokes himself for a while, then points at the sofa. “Sit.”

  I stumble over, my feet unsteady from the heat flashing through my body. Just as I turn around and plop down, Daddy grabs my legs and brings them over his shoulders, holding my thighs apart, and his mouth seals around my clit.

  My moans fill the room as Taylor watches.

  I bite back a cry when Daddy lashes his tongue at my nub. He runs his fingers over the sensitive skin between my pussy and asshole, making me shiver with pleasure while my folds flutter against the flat of his tongue.

  “I’ll taste this sweet little pussy every day. That’s a new rule in this house.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “You’re so fucking wet, baby girl. You could take my cock right now.”

  I run my fingers through Daddy’s hair as his tongue worms deeper, tickling me in all the right spots.

  Daddy comes up, eyeing my breasts. “Those perky titties need some attention, don’t they?” He digs into his pocket and brings out a metal chain attached to two clamps.

  I gulp. “What’s that for?”

  Daddy sets my legs down before he squeezes my breasts, and he clamps my nipples through the chest openings of my babydoll. I sit upright with a gasp. The chain dangles free, my pinched nipples throbbing with heat.

  “That’s better,” Daddy says. “From now on, your tits will be clamped when you’ve been bad—or especially good.”

  The dizzying sensations rushing through my body make me break out in sweat, my pussy flowing freely with cream.

  Taylor gives me a heated look, his cock leaking stands of clear cum that land on the carpet in thick droplets.

  “We will fuck you in both holes,” Daddy says. “But first I will warm up your pretty cunt.”

  Swooping down, he pushes me into the cushions before firm hands pry my thighs apart, that huge cock angled at my entrance.

  Daddy thrusts halfway into me with one swing.

  I clench against his thick shaft splitting me open until he bottoms out in my pussy. “That’s a good girl,” he groans. “Your little hole is so tight, Princess. You hurting?”

  “No, Daddy. It feels good.” It always does after the first few seconds. “Fuck me,” I gasp.

  Daddy drives his length to the roof of my pussy. My legs kick into the air, tears streaming down my cheeks, but I want more, oh god do I want more.

  “Almost there, Princess.”

  I look down to see less than an inch of his shaft outside, but I feel so stuffed there’s no way I can take that much.

  But somehow Daddy pushes into me until his balls touch my anus.

  I hug his neck tightly, the ache fading until all that’s left is sweet, desperate pleasure threading through my belly.

  Daddy begins to pump his cock, carefully and slowly, dragging over my stretched walls, and my pussy constricts in pulses to the hot rhythm. His thrusts are shallow, never more than an inch of his shaft outside me.

  Maybe it’s the slant of his thickness thrusting down, but Daddy has never felt so big. Before today I’ve always ridden him, never spread wide like this under his powerful body.

  How can I take my brother at the same time? Where would Taylor even put his thing, only slightly smaller than Daddy’s? But I already know the answer and my rear hole clinches at the thought.

  My eyes drift to the camera on its tripod recording my every moan.

  “Keep those big eyes on me,” Daddy says.

  I look back at once.

  “Are you hurting, Emma?”

  “No, Daddy. You’re just—so big.” I gasp. “Oh god.”

  “Do you want to ride me, baby girl? Would you like that better?”

  “Yes,” I whisper. This new position is too much. I only lost my virginity a week ago and I’m not ready to take him like this, so raw, so close. Daddy’s right. I need time to learn my body, to be trained by his firm hand.

  He pulls out with a wet squish. I feel a rush of air in my pussy and slump back with relief.

  Daddy sits down, holding his huge cock soapy with my juices. “Get on, little girl.”

  Straddling him in my favorite position, I sink around Daddy’s thickness as the stretch begins again, but it feels so much smoother this time, my channel sheathing Daddy’s girth inch by inch until I reach his balls.

  “Good girl,” Daddy says.

  I toss my head back and I don’t even care what Taylor must be thinking.

  “Ride it,” Daddy demands. “Ride my dick you naughty girl.”

  “For how long, Daddy?”

  “Until I cum.”

  Taking a deep breath, I start turning my hips while holding Daddy’s thick shoulders.

  “Faster,” he growls. A smack stings my ass cheek. “Work that little pussy.”

  I slide up and down, gyrating my hips at the bottom, rolling forward at the top. The chain clamped to my nipples clinks softly. After finding the right angle, I bounce faster, using Daddy’s cock to massage that tingling spot under my front wall. I’m so close now, almost there, my heart stalling as my walls begin to ripple.

  “Ask for permission before you cum.”

  “Daddy may I please cum on your cock?”

  His finger skims over my clit. “Not yet.”

  I whine.

  “Trust me, little girl. Control yourself now and you’ll feel it all the better. Daddy wants to give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had.”

  After five minutes, he senses the limit in my body and brings me close against his chest. I toss my head back to feel his tongue sliding over my throat.

  “You may cum.”

  I scream. The hot licks of orgasm burn through my belly as I gush over Daddy’s erection. He yanks on my nipple clamps and the sudden tug heightens every sensation, my whole body exploding in raw ecstasy.

  “Daaadddy!”

  “Fuck,” he roars.

  The babydoll sticks to my body like a sheet as my pussy quakes harder and I scratch my nails down his chest. Locking me in his arms, Daddy tenses all over and his cock jumps between my walls, a blast of liquid heat flooding my channel as we shudder to a halt.

  “Goddamn, little girl. You made a mess on Daddy’s lap.”

  My cheeks are on fire.

  He keeps one firm hand on my back. “Stay on me, Princess. Stay right on Daddy’s big cock.”

  And bit by bit, I feel him hardening again, without ever leaving me at all.

  “Taylor!” Daddy shouts, flipping up the back of my ruffled skirt. A slap jiggles my bottom. “Make your sister happy.”

  My eyes fly wide open, and before I can even gasp, my brother’s strong body has me pinned from behind, and I hear him spitting, stroking himself, the knob of his cock pushing through the tight ring of my virgin passage.

  I let out a sharp cry as he thrusts into my asshole.

  I’m buried between my men, swallowed by their muscles, my holes stuffed to the limit, their cocks pounding into me, our bodies slapping together in a writhing heap.

  I cum again before my brother peels off, and I’m put on all fours on the carpet.

  While I suck Daddy kneeling at my face, Taylor fucks my ass from behind in deep thrusts that shunt me forward, his palm smacking my rear between plunges. After shooting his seed deep in my b
ottom, Taylor pulls out and sits on the floor, leaning against the sofa.

  I squat over him without being told, my dripping pussy hungry for more, and I mount his cock while Daddy sits on the sofa behind me. Daddy grabs a fistful of my long ponytail, using it to stroke himself.

  “Such a good girl,” he says over and over.

  For the next four hours I flaunt my body for the camera.

  My men are insatiable, fucking me in every sopping hole, one after the other, then together again, mashing me between them. They spread me out on the floor with a sofa cushion under my head. The nipples clamps slip loose, and Daddy uses the chain to tie my wrists overhead while Taylor gets between my thighs to thrust himself balls deep into my pussy.

  After a while I lose track of whose cock enters me and where, my whole body drenched in sweat and craving only the next peak.

  The scent of sex smothers everything.

  My men can’t get enough.

  It’s evening by the time we pull apart, all three of us panting on the floor. Daddy unties my wrists, kissing the chafed skin. “Feeling alright, baby girl?”

  “Sore,” I say dreamily. And satisfied.

  “I bet,” Taylor says, panting hard.

  Daddy brings us a towel. I’m so exhausted it takes me a moment to stand. While my brother helps me clean up, Daddy checks the camera.

  “Good footage on here,” he says.

  “What are you gonna do with it?” Taylor asks as he peels off my baby doll and stockings. The thin lingerie is soaked through.

  “Once your sister leaves for school, I’ll have something to watch.”

  I walk over and smack Daddy’s cock, which is soft for once. “I’m not leaving!”

  “Baby girl …”

  I sit on the sofa, spreading my legs. “You own me now, so you better take care of me. School can wait until next fall.”

  Daddy and my brother trade a glance before their eyes turn to my swollen, cum-drenched slit.

  “Then we’ll breed you,” Daddy growls. “We’ll keep you all to ourselves, get that belly big with our seed and those tits full of milk. You’ll have everything you want, little girl, but your pussy belongs to us.”

  “Yes, Daddy!”

  The End

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