Daddy Demands 3

by Abby Kace

  “So then …”

  “Hush.” Daddy pinches my nipple, twisting lightly. “These tits filled in nicely, Princess.”

  “Daddy, I’m serious! I feel strange.” A strangeness I love, but strange. “What did you put in the eggnog? It tasted different.”

  “The same as every year.” He squeezes my other breast. “I ran out of vanilla, so I used yours. You left a spice bottle in the kitchen cabinet. Does it taste better?”

  My bottle of Vitatrol. I’d stashed it in the bottom cabinet.

  Oh my god. Esther said the stuff also affected girls, but I feel like an animal in heat. “In a way,” I groan.

  “What’d you put in the cookies, Emma?”

  He shifts his body, and I feel my pussy pop as his thick cock churns inside me.

  “I’ll tell you later.”

  “You’ve been a very bad girl,” he growls. “You made me lose control.”

  Daddy lies down and straddles me on his cock.

  “I didn’t know you were controlling yourself, Daddy.”

  He slaps my rear with both hands, then clutches my breasts. “Every day I controlled myself watching you shake that little ass. You have no idea, baby.”

  The heat in his eyes melts the last of my doubts. I belong with Daddy, and nothing has felt more wrong or right.

  “Ride my dick, baby girl. You’re getting another present this Christmas.”

  I roll my hips forward and whimper, “Yes, Daddy.”

  Daddy never takes his eyes off mine as he bumps me over his hips, that thick shaft squelching between my walls. “Let me see those tits bounce. Give Daddy a show while he fucks your little hole.”

  He’s crude.

  Feral.

  Out of control.

  I obey him to the letter, shaking my body, swinging my hair. My breasts sway as I clench him.

  “Good girl,” Daddy growls, rubbing my swollen clit with his thumb.

  Another climax blazes through me, but I hardly feel the high because each second is a small orgasm.

  Daddy cums again and again without going soft, and every time it feels like he’s spewing even more seed into me. The squirts that hit my roof feel more intense, as if the pressure in his balls swells with each release.

  And whenever I cum for him, the pleasure lasts longer. I’m floating. I could cum for hours and I never want this to stop. Our mingled cream leaks out of me with every shuddering, screaming high, and we make a hot mess on the carpet.

  I lose track of time.

  The Christmas tree washes us in its warm glow, a reminder of the innocence Daddy took from me, but he gives back so much more.

  “Baby girl, relax for me.” He’s still rubbing my clit. “This slick little cunt is so fucking tight.”

  My small body writhes over his muscled frame. “You’re too big,” I moan.

  I can’t get enough of the fullness in my upper channel, and I bounce faster while my walls ripple around Daddy’s massive cock.

  Heat smothers me.

  More cum drips out of my stretched pussy. I scream Daddy and savor the nonstop pleasure slamming through my belly.

  Nothing else matters.

  Daddy smacks my breasts. “Emma!”

  I don’t stop moving my hips, grinding my clit on the scruff at his base.

  Another smack jiggles my chest. His palm whips back and forth until my nipples are flushed and swollen. “Baby look at me,” Daddy shouts.

  I open my eyes.

  “Slow down,” he says through his teeth. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

  “No way,” I breathe, clutching his chest. “Give me your cock, Daddy. I want it!”

  Daddy slaps my breasts again. “You just lost your cherry, little girl. Take it slow.”

  “Hit me again!”

  Daddy grabs my waist instead. Sitting up, he bites my nipple until I scream, and my frenzied body finally grinds to a shuddering a halt.

  “Something’s happening to you,” Daddy says. “Something—”

  I push him down with my hands on his abs. “Tell me you love me.”

  “I love you with all my heart,” Daddy growls, his voice deeper than it has ever sounded.

  “Then let me fuck your cock! Make me cum, Daddy!”

  Daddy gives in at last, powerless to control himself any longer. He slams me on his erection and gives me everything I need.

  With his cock fully inside, I feel my juices pulse around his shaft, a burning outburst from deep in my pussy. “Oh god. Oh god, Daddy, I’m cumming!”

  The orgasm knocks me breathless as I sag forward and sob my eyes out. Daddy pulls me down for a kiss. He didn’t cum with me this time and his balls throb like hot coals against my asshole.

  “It’s okay, baby. Hush, it’s okay.”

  Daddy carries me to the sofa. He pries my thighs apart, glaring at my flushed folds before using his tongue to massage my clit.

  “You’re so wet, baby girl. So much honey.”

  With every brush of his tongue, I suck in a sharp breath.

  “Such a naughty little pussy,” he says.

  I spread my legs as Daddy tastes me. Then he leans back and dips his cock in my juices, sliding his tip just between my swollen folds without going deeper.

  I focus on my breathing as pleasure threads up my tummy.

  Daddy strokes his shaft for a while, keeping his cock head in my sticky pussy. It’s not long before he tenses and an arc of cum splatters my tummy. This must be the first time in an hour he’s cum outside my body.

  “My balls were going to burst,” Daddy growls.

  Two years ago, after I broke up with my high school boyfriend, Daddy held me in his arms on this very sofa. Even then, I had a feeling he was glad deep down. He didn’t want anyone to steal his little girl away.

  Daddy’s cock softens a little. The Vitatrol powder must be wearing off, and he’s cum so many times already. Then he grabs another cookie and wolfs it down.

  I bolt up on elbows. “What are you doing?”

  Daddy shuts his eyes for a moment as he hardens to full length. “I was hungry,” he says.

  My chest flutters.

  Veins puff out along the long shaft of his erection that looks even bigger than before. The swollen head leaks a strand of cum that drizzles my folds.

  When Daddy scoots forward, the thing between his thighs bobs obscenely. “Tell me what you put in the cookies, little girl.” He lets out a throaty rumble. “If you don’t, I’ll fuck your pussy all night. Make you cum over and over until you beg me to stop.”

  “Vitatrol,” I whisper. “Esther gave it to me.”

  “What is it?”

  I try to think of the word as Daddy leans back to massages my feet. I feel the shaking in his hands, the barely controlled lust surging through his body.

  “Aphrodisiac,” I blurt out. “Esther got it from her pharmacy internship. It’s like Viagra, except …”

  Daddy kisses my big toe and rubs under my sensitive soles. Even the gentlest touch sends electricity up my spine.

  “Except what?” he says.

  “It’s more powerful. And it works in girls too.” My blush gets hotter. “I hid it in the cabinets, Daddy. In a glass vial. It smells like vanilla and cinnamon.”

  “So. That’s what I put in your eggnog.”

  I nod shyly, stealing glances at his hard cock. “That’s why we’re like this.”

  “No, baby girl. We’re like this because we need each other. A pill can’t change that. Makes it better. Maybe.”

  “I only wanted off your naughty list!”

  He lowers my legs and sits beside me. “You want off my naughty list?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Take that dress off.”

  I pout and fumble at the zipper. Daddy has to help me. This whole time I’ve been wearing it, and it sticks to my body. When I’m naked, Daddy yanks me across his lap.

  “What are you doing?” I gasp.

  He rubs slowly between my ass cheeks, and I feel a th
umb hook into my puckered hole before more fingers push into my pussy.

  “You’ve been a naughty little girl. Time to take your punishment.”

  A slap cuts off my moans. Then another. My ass cheeks ripple to Daddy’s palm and each thwack makes me squeal.

  Stopping at last, he sweeps my hair over one shoulder. “Santa’s not going anywhere. Get back on my cock.”

  “Yes, Daddy!”

  He holds up his erection. “Cum for me one more time, and I’ll let your little pussy rest. Get on the floor and spread your legs for me. I want to see your pretty cunt.”

  As Daddy strokes himself, I lie down with my legs wide apart.

  “Good girl.”

  He kneels between my thighs and kisses each of my breasts before grabbing my thighs. Daddy slides into my pussy to the balls.

  I feel the hot stretch again.

  Every thrust pushes me higher. I close my eyes and bite my lip, savoring the rush of heat in my belly.

  Daddy pumps in and out, his hands planted at my waist. “Cum for me,” he demands.

  I scream out my climax, arching off the carpet into Daddy’s embrace.

  He heaves a final thrust before his cock jerks between my walls, spraying hot seed right on the roof of my pussy. We slump down together on the carpet and Daddy kisses my hair.

  “Good girl.”

  “Does that mean I’m off your naughty list?”

  A light slap falls on my bottom. “Not yet.”

  “But—”

  He slaps my ass harder. “Hush. You’re a long way from getting off the naughty list.”

  I roll my eyes. “Who do I have to fuck around here to get off that stupid—”

  Daddy shoves two fingers into my pussy and silences me at once. His eyes smolder. “Language, little girl.”

  “S-Sorry, Daddy.” I try a sweeter voice, “What do I have to do then?”

  Daddy curls his fingers on my spot, rubbing gently. “You’ll do everything I tell you, Princess. Daddy’s cock is hard for you. Always will be. You need to work hard to get on my good list.”

  “Oh.” If that’s what he means, then I don’t mind at all. “Okay, Daddy.”

  “And spankings,” he murmurs. “You owe me many spankings, little girl. Daddy loves to watch your plump cheeks jiggle, to see his handprint on your ass. You’ll be punished and punished often. And I expect you to cum like a good girl. Then, just maybe, I’ll reconsider.”

  I gulp. “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

  “Now. Are you hungry?”

  My eyes light up. “Starving.”

  A faint smile plays over Daddy’s mouth. “So am I.”

  ◆◆◆

  IT’S MIDNIGHT on Christmas and snowing outside. I’m lying in bed with my legs spread, all my pillows bunched up under me. I ball my hands watching Daddy lick my wet pussy. Every few seconds, he leans back to stroke his erection.

  The cookies should’ve worn off three hours ago, but he hasn’t stopped, that huge cock leaking strands of cum on my bed sheets.

  He made me cum twice already.

  We were supposed to eat Christmas dinner with the Burtons next door. We’ve been neighbors with them for years. Daddy called it off at the last minute and told them his little girl was down with the flu. Such a liar.

  He made a delicious meal at home. Then he carried me to my room and sat on my bed before draping me over his lap.

  I’m still on his naughty list all right.

  My spanking began. Each time his palm came down, my body jolted harder. Heat flushed over me and my juices slicked out between my thighs. I got so wet he had to stop. I was slipping off his lap. Daddy said he’d lick me dry, and he’s been doing it since.

  He’s only making it worse. My face feels like fever and every inch of my body buzzes with need.

  The sheets under my ass are soaked.

  I’m trembling, but Daddy holds down my hips. By my count, I still have fifteen more smacks to take on my bottom, but I think he stopped caring an hour ago. Daddy wants me on his mouth.

  Suddenly he stops. “Your pussy is so sweet, Princess. Are you enjoying your punishment?”

  “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

  “Good. Now Daddy needs you too. My balls are boiling with cum and I want you to suck my cock, I want you to put those pouty lips around me. Understand?”

  “I don’t know how,” I whine.

  “Don’t you worry. Daddy will teach you.” Stroking himself, Daddy sits back on his heels and the muscles in his stomach flex into ridges. “You’re a good little girl when you set your mind to it.”

  His words drive me wild.

  Daddy pulls me forward, lowering my head onto his huge cock.

  “Open your mouth, Princess. Breathe through your nose.”

  I follow his every instruction, hunched forward on my knees, and Daddy slides his thickness over my tongue, smothering my taste buds with his masculine musk.

  Nothing has tasted so hot.

  Daddy combs his fingers through my hair. Another hand reaches under to squeeze my breasts. “Use that tongue, baby.”

  I do my best to lick the underside of his cock, since he’s too big for me to do much else. Daddy groans as I take him to the very back of my throat. I rest my hands on his thighs and nod over him, my moans muffled by his shaft pulsing in my mouth.

  “That’s it, little girl. Use that naughty mouth. Milk out Daddy’s cum.”

  I pull back a little and run my tongue around his cock head as Daddy’s thighs shudder.

  “Fuck!” He thrusts against my throat. “My beautiful cocksucker.”

  I pull off with a gasp. “Don’t call me that!”

  “It’s the truth,” he says teasingly. Daddy hauls me up for a kiss. “You suck a good cock, baby girl. You’re a natural at it.”

  Oh that is it.

  “Daddy, spank me if you want, but I’m not going to be your—your cocksucker.” Just saying the word makes my face burn. I pout and huff. “You can’t punish me like this.”

  “How do you want to be punished?”

  “In my pussy.” I flick my lashes. “Put it back in me, Daddy.”

  “Oh I will, after I claim your other hole.”

  “Huh?”

  “Get on all fours, Princess. I’m taking every part of you, and I haven’t fucked that ass yet.”

  “Daddy!”

  “No complaining. You’ll take me in every hole. Daddy will make you feel good in a new way. You’re my little princess and you’ll obey me to the letter. Get on all fours, baby. I want to see those tits hang and that ass—up.”

  Daddy’s filthy words light a fire in my belly, and I scramble to my hands and knees. My butt’s in the air before he even touches me. I glance at the swollen cock in his hand and whimper again, my asshole clenching in anticipation.

  So wrong, but there’s no denying my daddy.

  His handsome face snarls with lust. “Beautiful,” he growls, moving behind me. “Such pretty pink holes.”

  My rear goes tight as he squeezes each cheek. A droplet of sweat rolls off my chin.

  “I’m going to cum in your ass first, Emma. Then you’ll take me in your little pussy. Both. And then, when you cum like a good girl, I’ll strike you off Santa’s naughty list.” He slaps my buttocks. “Understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy!”

  He teases his cock head up and down my folds, touching off sparks at the base of my pussy.

  “What … what are you doing, Daddy?”

  “Stay still. I’m covering my cock in your sweet honey. You don’t want me going in dry, do you?”

  I shake my head quickly.

  “That’s right, baby. I’m going to fuck this ass hard. Make you mine in every way.”

  My hands twist into the sheets.

  Leaning forward, Daddy growls as his cock finds my tight hole. I hold my breath and squeeze my eyes shut while he stretches my ring open, the pressure making me whimper as he forces through. I feel a sudden pop and cry out.

  “Stay still, baby. Y
ou’re not getting away.”

  “Daddy!”

  He holds my shoulders. “Hush. It’ll feel better soon.”

  “Oh …”

  He swings his hips and every inch of Daddy’s cock plunges into my passage. I scream as my muscles flutter.

  “You’re too big!”

  My pussy is dripping, but Esther’s powder doesn’t seem to affect my rear. I have to take Daddy’s thickness all on my own.

  “You’re too tight,” he grunts.

  I feel a hot kiss on the back of my neck and whine. “It’s not me, Daddy! It’s your cock.”

  Daddy’s perfect cock. That big, veiny shaft throbbing inside me, that delicious piece of man meat, and it’s all mine.

  “I love you, baby girl. I want you to feel everything. I want you to cum every way. You’re mine, so you better get used to my dick.”

  Daddy’s abs tense against my back. He starts to thrust, gently at first, then faster and longer, slamming into my bottom. The room fills with the fleshy slaps of his hips on my cheeks.

  “That’s it, baby girl.” He slides his tongue along my ear. “Open your ass for me. Then I’ll help you cum.”

  He slides a hand under my belly to my sticky pussy, and my eyes shoot open. Daddy pinches my tender clit each time he plunges, making me moan and shudder.

  “Who owns this pussy so wet on my hand?”

  “You do,” I breathe.

  “Who owns this ass so tight for my cock?”

  “You do!”

  “Good girl,” Daddy rasps. “You want me fucking this tight little ass, don’t you? Yes you do. I feel you pulling me deeper, Princess. You want more. You need more.”

  I cry out in pleasure, my hands twisting in the sheets. Daddy shouldn’t be back there. He shouldn’t have his penis there, but god it feels so good.

  He pumps in and out, each time shifting his cock so it hits a different spot. Then the lightest touch glides over my clit.

  One touch too many.

  I’m shattered, screaming, shuddering with orgasm. My asshole pulses and my empty pussy clenches wetly. I sink to my elbows and pant for air.

  Daddy molds my ass cheeks in those big hands. “Good girl. But Santa’s not finished.”

  He flips me on my back.

  I wipe the sweat out of my eyes and look up at Daddy. Chiseled abs, powerful shoulders, and a fierce, lust-crazed glare that slices through me. His dark hair is tousled, his stubble smoky. Daddy’s cheeks sink in as he snarls. Not the Santa I grew up with.