by Abby Kace
“Give me that pussy, little girl. I’m going to cum in you one more time.”
I spread my thighs slowly. My folds are flushed pink and still creamy with his cum from earlier. “I’m ready, Daddy.”
Gritting his teeth, Daddy thrusts into me.
Heat explodes up my belly. I’m too sensitive after my climax, and his huge cock stretching me again sends my body to the edge between agony and pleasure.
With his cock buried halfway, Daddy kisses my throat. He rubs my clit gently.
I come back to life, my walls gripping him in a tight glove. I look down to see sweat trailing down our bodies and his cock glistening with my juices.
He hooks his thumb in my mouth and I suck it like it’s his cock.
Then I feel his sac on my throbbing asshole.
“That’s it, baby girl. One more time. Cum for me one more time. He pumps me slowly in deep strokes, the tip of his cock rubbing my deepest place. “That’s it.”
My feet rise in the air, and that itching pulse builds in my pussy. He sends me to the edge again as my toes curl tightly.
I feel him tense.
He hasn’t cum in a while, and my ravished pussy strangles him with need.
Daddy takes his thumb out of my mouth and crushes his lips against mine. He fills my pussy to the brim, holding still as he rubs on my clit. He bites the crook of my shoulder and pins me under him.
The most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt explodes through my body.
Daddy roars like an animal, his cock grinding deep to the roof of my pussy. He shudders. Scalding cum floods me in squirts that overflow.
“Daddy!”
“Take my seed, little girl. Every drop belongs to you.”
I’m soaked. The glaze in Daddy’s eyes finally melts. He’s sated at last, and so am I.
Daddy takes me into his arms and plants a kiss on my head. “Tomorrow, show me Esther’s powder.”
“Am I off your naughty list?”
“This year.”
“And next year?”
He strokes my hair. “I can think of a few ways for you to stay on my good list, little girl.”
I bet he can.
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WHEN I OPEN MY EYES, it’s Christmas morning. Daddy is still holding me in his arms, stroking my hair. Yesterday feels like a dream, but we’re both naked lying in my bed with the princess covers. It’s no dream.
“You okay, baby girl?”
I’m sore all over, like the morning after the worst workout of my life, and my pussy feels very tender. Daddy rubs me down there.
“Yes, Daddy.”
I blush when I recall everything he did to me, how he put his thing in my rear. I can’t even look at him, but my eyes wander to that thick cock resting on my thigh. Big even when soft. I squeeze him a little, and Daddy flinches. He must feel the same way.
“Time to get up,” he says gently. “We can’t stay in bed all day.”
“Can’t we, Daddy? Pleeease?”
He slaps my ass. “You’ll feel better on your feet. I promise. And we need a shower.”
“Oh Daddy, you made a mess in my bed.”
“I’m not the only one who did.”
We clean up and shower. Daddy stays by my side through it all. He’s so possessive now, growling all the while, squeezing my breasts, rubbing my pussy.
In the shower, his cock hardens to full size while he lathers me with lotion, washing up and down my legs. He takes a long while with my private parts, sliding his finger between my folds, massaging the rim of my asshole. I blush and whimper.
Daddy smiles as he shampoos my hair. “You’re beautiful.”
I stroke him slowly and smile.
In the kitchen, I show Daddy the vial of Vitatrol. There isn’t much left. When he unscrews the top, a whiff of vanilla and cinnamon hits the air.
“You will stop spending time with Esther,” he says sternly. “I have a mind to report her right now.”
“But Daddy!”
“That’s final, Emma.” He tips up my chin with his finger. “I love you. I’m protecting you. This stuff could’ve been dangerous.”
But it wasn’t! But—I know better than to argue with Daddy. I cross my arms and huff. “Fine.”
Daddy dumps the rest into the sink. “No more Vitatrol. No more aphrodisiacs. We don’t need it. I don’t need it.”
My chest swells. “You don’t?”
“Baby girl, I’ve always loved you.”
“But … not like last night.”
He winks. “Maybe not. That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”
I blush. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Merry Christmas, little girl.”
We hug, and I’ve never felt more loved. But I need more. I rub against him. And it’s not long before Daddy gives me what I crave.
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WINTER BREAK rolls by fast in our house.
I spend every hour with him, and Daddy was right, he doesn’t need anything. Just stroking my hair gets his cock hard. And he fucks me a lot. Sometimes, we’d be snuggled together on the sofa watching the snow outside, and I’d feel him stir against my body.
It’s my scent, he tells me. My everything. I only wear panties and a top in the house—it’s that too, I bet. He’d push my panties aside whenever he wants, sliding his cock into me, and he won’t stop until I cum for him.
He always lets me cum first.
One night in bed, a week before I have to go back to school, I lie in the sheets with my legs spread. Daddy climbs up, his hard cock swaying as he kneels between my thighs. He promised he wouldn’t fuck my ass tonight, or anywhere else but where I want him the most. Sometimes, he’s too kinky.
As Daddy lines up at my pussy, I push against his shoulders.
“Wait.”
He grunts like he always does when I ask him to slow down, but he listens.
“Daddy, I want to be yours forever.” I reach down and wrap my hand around his hard cock. “This is mine.”
“You want Daddy to breed your little pussy? Make your belly big?” He squeezes my breasts. “Make these tits fill with milk?”
Heat burns my cheeks. “Y-Yes.”
“Good, because I planned to whether you wanted or not. You are mine. I love you, baby girl.”
Guiding his cock to my entrance, I tease the swollen head with my fingers. “Show me.”
Daddy thrusts into my pussy making me squeal. I wrap my legs around him. He’s rough now, crazed with lust, driving hard, and every thrust hits my spot.
I cum on his cock as Daddy plunges to the balls. He roars out his release deep in my pussy, coating me with his hot seed.
“I love you, Daddy!”
He holds me close as he empties into me. “You’ll always be mine, baby girl. Always.”
The End
Daddy’s Dirty Cure
I wake up in bed screaming from another nightmare. It’s dark in my room and the nightstand clock reads one in the morning. I take deep breaths like I always do.
My stepbrother Hayden used to tease me about how easily I scare, waking up in the middle of the night shouting for Daddy, who would cradle me to sleep. No plush toy compared to Daddy’s sturdy arms. I thought I’d grow out of bad dreams, but I never did. Hayden did grow up and move out, so I don’t even have anyone to tease me.
Sucks.
My heart’s still pounding when the door flings open, and I see the outline of a tall man who must be my stepdad.
“Emily? You okay?”
“Yes, Daddy.” My face burns. I’m eighteen and I can take care of myself, most of the time, but right now all I want is to feel safe in Daddy’s arms.
He turns on the lamp. Wearing only boxer briefs, Daddy must’ve jumped out of bed when he heard me scream. He’s good at that. Though this is the first time he came into my room without knocking first.
The scream, I guess.
My face gets warmer when I take in those sculpted abs and narrow hips, the muscles cut by deep shadows from
the lamp. And Daddy’s untamed bed hair …
Hot.
I’ve never seen him shirtless before, nevermind with no pants, but Daddy looks so concerned he doesn’t notice how awkward it’s getting.
He touches my forehead, the feel of his hand calming my nerves. Nothing to get worked up about.
I scoot over to make space. “Hold me for a while? Liked you used to?”
Daddy’s eyes dart over my bare legs and he seems to realize neither of us is wearing much. All I have on are PJ shorts and a cami. “You’re a big girl now, Princess. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
I bite my lip, ready to agree and totally embarrassed I even asked.
Then Daddy sits at the bedside, swings up his long legs, and before I know it, he has me in his arms. “Sorry, Em. I’ll hold you if you want. You’ll always be my little girl.”
“Awww.” I try to ignore the heat rising in my belly. Turning around, I let Daddy snuggle me close with my back to him.
Not awkward at all.
Until I feel a hard lump nudging my bottom. His hipbone? But the lump seems to swell and move on its own, growing harder. Hotter.
My face ignites.
“What’s the matter?” Daddy says in my ear, shifting back slightly.
His hard cock. I’ve never been with a boy before, but what else can it be? I find myself grinding on that lump.
“What are you doing, baby girl?”
I reach back to close my fingers around the thick shape in his briefs. “Daddy,” I gasp.
My hand starts stroking almost on its own.
Daddy groans and stays still. But when I reach further to find a bulging sac, he snatches my hand away and rolls on top of me. Straddling my hips, Daddy pins my wrists down. A hot light I’ve never seen before shimmers in his eyes.
“You’re being naughty,” he growls. “You shouldn’t touch me there.” But even as the words leave his mouth, Daddy’s massive erection pushes through the flap in his briefs.
I startle.
Our eyes meet and something snaps in Daddy’s. “Look what you did, little girl.”
It’s impossible not to look. Those muscled hips, that vee tapering down, the thick cock wreathed with veins aimed at my mouth. I smell a musky scent.
Daddy lets go off my wrists. “Put your hands on it.”
I grip him with my small fingers before Daddy pulls out his balls through the flap too. They look heavy, swollen.
The more I stroke him, the more his eyes harden. I have no idea what I’m doing, but Daddy nods in approval.
“That’s enough, Em. I’ll teach you later how to use your hands. Right now I want something else.” His voice sounds so different, deep and almost harsh.
Daddy lies down at my side and yanks up my cami to glare at my chest. My nipples pebble even more.
“You’ve been hiding these tits from me, little girl. They’re ripe.”
“R-Ripe?”
He does something with his tongue that makes me clench all over.
“Ripe for Daddy’s use. Let’s see what other treasures you’ve hidden.”
How can he go from tender and loving one minute to this the next? And how can I be enjoying it so much? After my body blossomed, he’s given me a stray glance now or then, and I’ve given Daddy more than a few. We’re kinda flirty in a jokey way.
But we’ve never crossed the line.
His hand slips under my panties, rubbing my sticky folds. One finger dips between them to prod my virgin membrane.
“Daddy!”
“Is this a cherry, Princess?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Do you know who owns this little pussy?”
My breath hitches. There’s an obvious answer, but I don’t think that’s what Daddy means. His finger slides up to circle my clit.
“Tell me, Emily. Who owns your cunt?”
“You,” I gasp.
“Good girl.”
All of a sudden, I feel so haughty. He wants me! Which explains how often Daddy hovers over my shoulder when I’m studying, or the way he tenses when I sit on his lap. Daddy always says I’m too old to sit on his lap but never stops me either.
I get the urge to tease him even more.
“My boyfriend tells me all the time what a good girl I am.”
Daddy’s roar shakes the room. He cages me under him, planting his arms beside my head. “Boyfriend,” he growls like it’s a bad word. “Tommy?”
“We broke up,” I say hastily.
“No more boyfriends. I don’t trust anyone else to take care of my princess. Never fucking did.” He cups my breasts. “You’re my woman now.”
Heat rushes across my skin, and I feel my panties stick to me before Daddy rips them off. He rubs my clit until I squeal.
“No more nightmares, little girl. I’ll be in this bed every day.”
His cock splits my pussy and the air rushes from my lungs. I clamp my legs around his hips. Daddy keeps rubbing my clit, grabbing my breast with his other hand, and slowly his thick length sinks deeper.
I didn’t feel my virginity break, so caught up by every other sensation. But a coppery scent sharpens the smell of sex.
“Good girl,” he says through his teeth. “But there’s more. I’m gonna bottom out in this tight pussy.”
Oh god. How can I take all of him?
With every passing second, the stretch feels sharper. Daddy touches nerves I didn’t know existed and my juices overflow around his girth.
When I whimper he puts one hand on my mouth. “Almost there, baby.”
My eyes roll back as something hot and heavy touches my lower folds. Daddy’s sac. Every inch of his cock is stuffed in my pussy.
Daddy’s face knits in concentration. “You okay?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Oh Daddy it feels so good.”
“It’s supposed to, little girl. Daddy’s cock is supposed to make you cum.”
“Mmmmm.” I lick my lips, turning from side to side, rubbing my legs against his sides. I’ve always been nervous about sex, just the idea of something going inside you.
But it doesn’t hurt much. It’s almost—
Daddy pumps his cock.
I cry out.
“Get used to my cock fucking your tight pussy. I’ll be balls deep in this cunt every day.”
That animal rasp in his voice.
Feral.
Untamed.
He’s fucking me, each thrust dragging on my walls before plunging to my roof. Every heave rattles my teeth.
“Daddy!”
He wraps one hand on my throat while he ruts into my pussy.
“Uhn,” he grunts over and over. “Naughty girl. Making Daddy’s cock ache.”
The tugging in my belly sharpens. My head swims as the room fills with squelching sounds and the slaps of skin on skin. Daddy bought this bed he’s fucking me on, a princess bed for his innocent little girl, and I wonder when was the first time he had dirty thoughts about me.
“Cum for Daddy,” he growls.
I’m right at the edge, the pleasure so intense it’s agony. My toes curl and I grab his shoulders bracing for that peak I’ve never felt before, but I know Daddy will teach me. Daddy has taught me so many firsts.
Our eyes lock.
He pumps a shallow thrust then leaves his length in my body, grinding on my clit, groaning in my ear.
I’m breathing so hard, but I don’t feel the final peak. Is there supposed to be one? Maybe I came already …
My pleasure cools.
Daddy glares down with his huge cock buried to the base, and his balls feel like hot coals on my anus.
I squeeze with all my strength and let out a cry.
Daddy groans as his cock jumps, flooding me with so much cum. More seconds pass before his shudders fade and I feel him slip out.
“Oh baby girl, oh fuck.” He kisses all over my neck. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, Daddy. It felt good.” Most of it.
He plants a kiss on my hairline, fra
ming my face in his hands. The heat drains from his eyes and very slowly the old Daddy, the dependable man who raised me, returns.
“My sweet girl, I love you so much. I don’t know what came over me.” He shakes his head then chuckles. “You’re hot as fuck, baby girl. I couldn’t resist.”
I know Daddy would never hurt me, and if I really told him to stop, he would have, no matter what. But I didn’t tell him.
I wanted to feel him too.
Except I didn’t cum.
“What’s the matter?” he says, voice full of concern like he just saw me scrape my knee. “You’re still tense.”
“Nothing,” I say quickly. “Can we sleep now?”
Daddy rolls aside and I snuggle up to his chest. I’m sure we’ll have a lot to talk about tomorrow.
And this no-orgasm thing? It’s my first time and maybe I was too nervous or something.
The next time Daddy loses control, he’ll give me an orgasm for sure.
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I’M LOUNGING IN THE BACKYARD, streaming my favorite show on a tablet when Daddy comes out. He’s on the phone, but I can tell his cock is hard from how he walks.
Not surprising. On weekends, Daddy fucks me every hour or so.
Our backyard has a tall fence, so all I have on are panties and a bra while Daddy walks around shirtless showing off that hunky physique.
I was self-conscious when he first said I can’t wear clothes around him, but Daddy tells me all the time how beautiful I look and how hard I make his cock. He’d see me and pull that thing out without even blinking.
“Hop on, little girl.” Daddy’s favorite words, always commanding.
And if I’m sore or something, he’d jerk off right in front of me.
He took my virginity in August and now it’s September. Feels like yesterday. Every night he sneaks into my bed with his cock leaking.
Like last night. He licked my pussy for half an hour until I shuddered—without cumming. But I faked it. And Daddy was so crazed he didn’t notice, and I put my mouth on his cock before he could. That’s what I do whenever he asks me if I feel good after sex.
During always feels amazing, but after? No climax.