Daddy Demands 3

by Abby Kace

  He smacks my ass cheeks. “Teasing me again?”

  “I’m your princess,” I gasp.

  “You’re my everything.”

  “Put it in,” I whisper.

  “Not in your cunt. But you have another hole I’ll break in.”

  My eyes shoot open and before I can say a word, Daddy pulls my rear cheeks apart. I feel his cock pushing through my puckered ring.

  “Daddy! Whaaa—ohhhhh.”

  “Like it?”

  “Yes,” I moan.

  “Good girl,” Daddy groans, pushing deeper. “This ass is even tighter than your cunt. I’ll train you, little girl. Daddy will fuck you every day from now on.”

  I buck back as he pushes to the balls, grinding against my bottom. His hands run down the swell of my hips and he bites my earlobe.

  He’s so deep inside me, but I can’t cum like this, not without …

  Daddy reaches around my waist to find my tender clit. He’s so attuned to my body. Circling my nub, he makes me gasp.

  “Don’t worry, Princess. I know what your clitty needs.”

  Daddy’s big frame shields me from the showerhead while he fucks my ass, and heat boils in my stomach, the pleasure surging. He heaves a hard thrust and pinches my clit at the same time. My body explodes, the hot licks of orgasm making me sob.

  Daddy grits out his release in my passage.

  “Good girl.”

  He gives my rear a sharp smack before he pulls out, fresh cum trickling down my thigh. Daddy turns me around for a kiss.

  Steam swirls around us.

  “What now?” I ask, suddenly shy. Everything has changed today.

  He kisses my forehead. “You’ll always be my little girl.”

  I am. And much more.

  THE NEXT DAY, Daddy comes home from work to find me waiting at the door like he wants, wearing a plaid skirt and schoolgirl blouse. He’s hardly through the door before he pins me against the wall. Sucking on my throat, squeezing my breasts. His hand dips under my skirt to find my wet pussy bared for him.

  Daddy warned me last night he would spank me anytime he finds panties under my skirt. Oh, I don’t plan on giving him the chance.

  “Good girl.”

  I blush.

  We eat dinner sitting side by side. Daddy glares at me, and the whole time he rubs my clit under the table.

  No time to clean the dishes.

  Daddy won’t wait.

  We go upstairs to his big bed and shed our clothes. Daddy teaches me a new position, one that lets his cock hit my front wall with every thrust. After yesterday, I know where my spot is. And I know what he can do.

  I get on all fours.

  He circles the room, staring at me, stroking his huge cock, before he climbs on and mounts me from behind. He thrusts into my tight pussy, rocking against me, squeezing my ass cheeks. His thick length presses my spot with every plunge and I scream from one orgasm to the next.

  Daddy stays hard for me, his heavy balls slapping my clit as he pounds me from behind.

  Time seems to blur.

  I end up on my back with Daddy under me, pumping my sopping hole with upthrusts. His shaft squelches in my cream. He rubs my clit with one hand and my nipple with the other. Pleasure smothers my soreness from yesterday.

  “Had enough?” he growls.

  A moan leaves my mouth. My body hears him even if my mind’s numbed out by climax. I clench and squirm. Daddy slams a deep thrust and we cum hard, our shared release sloshing in my channel.

  “That’s a good girl,” he groans in my ear.

  I rub against his sweat-drenched abs. His cock slips out and smacks against my thigh, smearing me with our mingled cream.

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  ◆◆◆

  “LOOK AT HER, Jason!” Aunt Sally shouts at Daddy. “Look at what she’s wearing!”

  Family dinners at our house can be touchy in the best of times if Aunt Sally’s around. Tonight Daddy and I are walking on eggshells.

  It’s been five months since Daddy took my virginity. I’m four months along and there’s no way to hide my belly.

  Dinner has been awkward. Aunt Sally was shocked when she saw me pregnant, and her mood’s getting no better.

  “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” I grumble.

  She forces a smile. “Lily, proper ladies do not walk about in a skirt like that. I have no idea what your dad’s been teaching you.”

  Daddy clears his throat. He wanted me to wear normal clothes for Aunt Sally’s sake, but I wouldn’t have it.

  I follow Daddy’s rules to the letter, no exceptions! So I’m wearing a short skirt, a snug top, and no panties. Sally doesn’t know about the last part.

  “My little girl is happy,” Daddy says. “That’s all that matters. I do my best to teach her manners.”

  He sure does. With his big cock at least.

  Sally shakes her head. “How could you let her get pregnant? I want to know the boy’s name.”

  Daddy grits his teeth.

  “Don’t worry about me, Aunt Sally,” I say sweetly. “The … boy … loves me very much. He’ll do the right thing.”

  “Well where is he? I want to meet him!”

  “When the time is right,” Daddy says protectively. “When she’s ready to tell you.”

  Sally puts her napkin on the table. “I’ve lost my appetite.”

  “Coffee?” Daddy asks.

  “I’ll see to it myself,” she says curtly and walks into the kitchen.

  “That went well,” I whisper. I lick my upper lip and flick my lashes at Daddy.

  “Don’t tease me at the table, Princess.”

  I slip the shoulder strap off my top. My swollen breast spills out and I squeeze my puffy nipple for Daddy. Pregnancy has thickened my curves, which only drives him crazier.

  “That’s teasing you,” I say.

  Daddy bares his teeth, and I can almost feel his cock jerk up. He throws a glance at the kitchen door, then walks around the table and hauls me off the chair.

  “Sal?” he yells. “I need to have a talk with my little girl.”

  Aunt Sally says good, that it’s about time Daddy taught me some responsibility, and to leave the dishes to her.

  Daddy drags me upstairs to my room, his hand digging into my arm. He kicks the door shut behind us and tears my top off. Frantic hands grab my breasts. He suckles each one, molding me through his fingers. Pregnancy has changed my body in so many ways, but Daddy still can’t get enough. As cream leaks out of my nipples, he licks them up greedily.

  “Aunt Sally should know what a bad girl you made me.”

  Daddy growls and pulls out his erection before his hand dips under my skirt. He rubs my soaked pussy with two fingers. He circles my clit and teases moans from my throat. A light slap jiggles my ass.

  “Ow! That hurt!” Everything feels more sensitive nowadays, and Daddy uses that to his advantage when he punishes me. So not fair.

  He hitches my skirt up. “Behave, Princess. Do you know what hurts? When I can’t touch your sweet cunt. My cock is gonna explode, Lily. I’m taking you now. I don’t fucking care what your aunt or anyone else thinks. This little pussy is mine forever. And so are you.”

  Even after all this time, I’m still shocked by the desperate need in his eyes.

  Daddy holds me down and thrusts into me, his cock pushing deep in one swing of his hips. He snarls as my walls grip him.

  “So fucking tight, little girl. What am I going to do with you?” He squelches in and out, hands rubbing my belly while his hips swing up and down. “Such a sweet pussy.”

  Daddy feels even bigger tonight and my walls ripple around his length. We make a mess in the sheets with our dirty loving.

  “I should keep you locked up like a princess in her tower,” he whispers. “Breed this pussy every year, fill you with my cum, fuck that tight asshole when you’re too sore. I should make you cum every hour, lick up that sweet honey from your dripping hole. Then maybe my dick will s
top hurting.”

  His cock pistons between my walls and wet noises fill the room. My moans get louder before Daddy muffles my mouth. “Now, now. Do you want everyone to know what a naughty girl you are? How hard you cum when Daddy breeds you?”

  My eyes roll back.

  His balls smack my lower folds. His thickness hits every delicate nerve. He’s rough, and it feels so good. When Daddy rolls his hips forward and grinds his whole body over my clit, I scream into his palm.

  We shudder with orgasm, our legs entwined.

  “Good girl.”

  “Let’s send Aunt Sally home, Daddy.”

  He scoots back and kisses my pussy. “Yes. The night’s still young and my balls aren’t nearly empty.”

  I stifle a smile. Daddy is never empty for his little girl.

  The End

  Daddy’s Naughty List

  “You’re definitely on my naughty list,” my stepdad says. He puts on his Santa costume in the living room while I watch.

  Somehow, Daddy makes Santa look sexy. He straps on the fake belly, making me smirk. My daddy’s too handsome to pull off the Santa look—without a few accessories, like the padding around his middle.

  Every year, he dresses up for the neighborhood Christmas party. And after the party, he’d come home through the back door to put his present for me under the tree. I stopped going to that silly party years ago.

  But what’s this about his naughty list?

  Hmph. Turning eighteen last month should make me immune to any stupid lists. And a girl’s never too old for gifts!

  “You’re not getting me a present, Daddy?”

  Daddy adjusts his huge white beard, fake of course. Underneath it’s dark stubble and chiseled jaw. “I’ll give you something,” he says. “A naughty little girl needs a gift too. I’ll give you a big, thick—” he tips up my chin with one finger “—piece of coal.”

  “Oh.” I pout.

  “Your grades this fall were terrible, Emma. Study harder.”

  “Very Grinchy, Daddy.”

  Even through the beard he can’t hide his hot glare. “You want another gift?”

  “Depends on what it is,” I say with a blush.

  Last month, I caught Daddy leaving the shower. He’d left his towel in the laundry and thought I wasn’t around. But I saw everything. Daddy’s body rippled with muscles and his hard cock stole my breath away. He wasn’t only showering, I’m sure.

  It’s been tense between us since.

  “Stay out of trouble, baby girl.” He pats my butt. “I’ll be home at seven.”

  My blush deepens.

  I know how to get off his naughty list.

  Thirty minutes before seven, I sip Daddy’s eggnog and watch my cookies finish in the oven.

  Daddy makes a batch of eggnog every year. Always delicious but non-alcoholic. Still, something tastes different. My face feels warmer and a pleasant buzz settles in my chest. Too much sugar? Worry later.

  Every year, I bake a plate of cookies for Daddy Santa.

  I added a special ingredient this year—Vitatrol. A powder from my friend Esther that’ll make any guy happy—and very hard. I don’t know what Vitatrol is exactly, but Esther’s a chem major, so she knows her stuff. Better than Viagra, she told me, and without side effects. The powder even smells good, like vanilla and cinnamon. Her boyfriend tried it once and his cock stayed hard for two hours—after cumming five times.

  It affects girls too. Differently.

  “Don’t use more than a pinch,” Esther warned me with a wink. “Whoever it’s for.”

  Santa needs his cookies.

  I hear the back door five after minutes after seven. Hiding behind the Christmas tree, I peek through the branches. Daddy gets a cookie from the plate I set out, taking one bite. Then another. And he reaches for more.

  He pulls off that beard and licks his lips.

  I’m about to leap out and surprise him when I feel a sudden heat in my belly. I was already excited, wondering how the powder would affect Daddy, but now my pussy throbs like someone’s rubbing me down there. I stumble out with a moan.

  Daddy spins around. “Emma?” He grimaces and holds his thighs. “Shit, something’s happening to me.”

  “The cookies,” I gasp.

  But what’s happening to me?

  Daddy stalks closer, tearing off his jacket and padding, his eyes crazed with lust. “I can smell you,” he growls. “I can smell that wet pussy.”

  I back against the wall. The red dress I’m wearing feels too tight, and my whole body blooms with heat. This can’t be normal.

  “Ohhh Daddy.” The sight of his tapered abs makes every sensation more intense. My girl parts are humming, and the sticky heat plasters my panties to the swollen lips of my pussy.

  Daddy steps out of his pants and throws off the Santa hat. His unkempt hair adds to the wild look in his eyes. Pushing me against the wall, he hitches up my skirt and yanks down my top before pulling my panties aside.

  “What a pretty little pussy,” he growls. “Pink and wet. Those tits look good enough to eat, baby girl.”

  I blush hotly. “T-Thank you, Daddy.”

  He cups my pussy and squeezes my breast while his erection throbs on my skin.

  Oh god. His body is even more delicious up close. Hard and rugged, warm to the touch. I shudder against his hand below.

  “What did you do, Emma?”

  Every inch of my skin tingles with heat. “I put something in your cookies,” I gasp.

  “Naughty girl.” Daddy kisses my throat. “Very naughty.”

  Then I feel his cock head brushing my damp folds. “Daddy!”

  “I’m not stopping, I need this cunt.”

  “N-Need?”

  Daddy’s eyes darken. “Need. Ever been with a man, little girl?”

  “N-No. I’ve never done it before.”

  “You’ll do everything Daddy tells you.” He leans into my ear. “You’ll be Daddy’s woman. The only thing I want to hear from your pouty mouth is, ‘yes, Daddy,’ understand?”

  I bite my lip. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Good girl.”

  He rubs my swollen clit, making me moan for him, and I’m embarrassed at the noises leaving my mouth. A sticky film coats his fingers to the knuckles.

  Daddy’s tip leaks a clear liquid too, strands of it falling on my thigh as he rubs my smooth pussy.

  I want to touch his huge cock, but I’m afraid to.

  “Your cherry is mine,” he growls.

  Daddy holds my waist to lower me onto his hard cock. I wince as my folds pull apart around his tip.

  He thrusts into me.

  I toss my head back, the sudden force too much for my small body. I brace my hands on his abs, my ass mashed against the wall, one leg wrapped around his thigh, and the other rises on tiptoes as he pushes deeper.

  Daddy splits me open and tears stream down my face. I look down to see my juices coating his shaft as my walls clench tighter.

  “You okay, baby?”

  “Yes, Daddy. It feels … so much.”

  He thrusts again and I cry out. “Such a tight little pussy. Open up for Daddy.”

  “Daddy!”

  “I need you, baby. I want you to cum for me. Squeeze that pussy tight and cum on Daddy’s cock.” He drags his tongue along my jaw. “Show me what a good little girl you are.”

  I jerk forward at his words and sink to the base of his erection. I feel every inch of his thickness tucked in my channel.

  What I’ve felt when I touch myself pales to the heat surging in me now.

  “Hang on, little girl.”

  Daddy lowers me to the carpet, right next to the Christmas tree where I’ve opened so many presents over the years. He holds me by the ass, by the shoulder, his massive cock buried to the base. Not an inch slips out.

  The pulse in my walls sharpens, the feeling so intense it’s painful. My vision blurs at the edges and blears with sweat. Daddy ruts between my splayed legs and won’t let go, his h
ard weight driving me into the carpet.

  “Mine,” he grits out.

  His cock feels even harder, pressing on that spot under my front wall. “Daddy I think I’m cumming!”

  He tenses too as his muscles flex to the rhythm of his thrusts. “Not yet, hold it a while longer. I want your first time to be perfect. I love you, baby. We’ll cum together.”

  “Inside,” I gasp. “Cum inside me.”

  “Nowhere else. I’m marking your cunt.”

  “Ohhh. Yes, do it, Daddy. I’m yours.”

  “Cum on three.”

  “T-Three?”

  He slides his cock back with a squish before plunging deeper than ever before. I cry out.

  “That’s one,” he growls.

  “Oh god.”

  Another thrust makes me gasp.

  “Two.”

  I tuck my legs up and I can scarcely breathe.

  Daddy swings his hips. “Three.” A hot breath puffs on my mouth. “Three.”

  I scream as he slams to the balls. My orgasm rips through me in a tide that drowns out the room. All I feel is his huge cock inside me, thick and hard, still moving from side to side. “Daaaddy!”

  He pins me down as my legs thrash. Daddy keeps thrusting, his cock pumping in my sopping hole, and he grunts out his release deep in my pussy. I feel his balls twitching on my asshole as his seed overflows at the place we’re joined.

  “That’s a good little princess,” he says in my ear.

  In climax, my arousal subsides a bit. I feel a stab of panic when I realize he really came inside me.

  Daddy kisses my hairline. “We’re not finished, baby girl.”

  His cock still feels hard and thick, as if he hasn’t cum at all. I’m humming too, my clit pulsing for attention. The orgasm refuses to fade.

  It must be Esther’s powder!

  Daddy ate those cookies, but I didn’t …

  My eyes fly open. “Daddy did you put something in the eggnog?”

  “You’re so goddamn beautiful, baby. I’m never letting you go.”

  I shove his shoulder. “Did you spike the eggnog, Daddy?” I can’t believe he would do such a thing. “Did you?” I ask, my voice shrill.

  Daddy’s hands are still sliding down my body, squeezing everywhere. He explores my curves as his cock twitches in my channel. “You’re my little girl. I’d never do that, I love you, baby.”