Daddy Demands 3

by Abby Kace

  Don’t know why I can’t orgasm. Frustrating to say the least. I’m so embarrassed, I can’t even talk to my besties about it.

  Daddy stops at my lounge chair and he’s still on the phone. It sounds like work so I don’t bother him.

  But he pulls over another chair, sits down with a smile, and runs his hand over my tummy. It’s not long before he slips that hand under my panties.

  I know better than to close my legs. Like Daddy told me all those nights ago, he can touch me whenever he wants. Soon I’m biting back moans.

  Daddy finishes his phone call. “You shouldn’t stay under the sun so much, baby girl. It’s not healthy for your creamy skin.”

  I roll my eyes. “Sunscreen, Daddy. Try some.”

  “Oh? Is that what this sticky stuff is on your little pussy?”

  “You’re so dirty.”

  He yanks down my panties, the scent of my arousal rising on the air. Daddy takes a deep breath and glares at my smooth folds, already so wet. He pulls out his hard cock to stroke himself with no shame.

  I can’t help ogling his veined erection.

  “My little girl is needy today.” Opening my bra, he rolls a nipple between two fingers. “Get on all fours.”

  I obey at once. Daddy always keeps a blanket on the back porch for when he fucks me.

  “Such a good girl.”

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  He slaps my ass cheeks making me yelp. “We need to break in your other hole.”

  Daddy likes to say that when he sees my bottom raised, but I’m always too nervous. “Not now,” I whine.

  “Soon. This plump little ass belongs to Daddy too.”

  I spread my knees a bit so he can see where I really want him. Daddy must notice the dampness I feel.

  “What a pretty little cunt.”

  Shivers strokes my spine.

  Squatting around my hips, he plunges fully into my pussy.

  I lurch forward before he grabs my waist, reminding me who’s in charge. When Daddy fucks me on all fours, he expects me to stay upright and take it like a good girl. He always gets rough. No different this time as he pounds me in hard thrusts, that big cock squelching in my juices.

  “Ohhhhh Daddy you feel so good.”

  “Cumming already, little girl?”

  Maybe …

  Heat rises in my belly and I feel my body ready to snap while Daddy throws his weight behind his cock.

  “Cum for Daddy,” he grits out, fucking me so hard my breasts swing and my curves ripple. His muscled hips stamp my cheeks.

  But the more he demands me to cum, the more a hard knot settles in my belly. My heart’s racing, but the pleasure ebbs even as Daddy nears his climax. I can tell by how he grunts and shudders.

  “Oh god yes! Daddy cum with me!”

  He smacks my ass, thrusts faster. “You’re a naughty girl, Emily. Too fucking tempting.”

  I clench my pussy and Daddy lets out a long groan, splashing my channel with hot seed. He always releases inside me.

  “Did you cum, Princess?”

  “Yep!”

  “You’re still tense.”

  I slide off in a hurry and twirl around, wrapping my mouth around his cock. Daddy flinches, but I know he doesn’t mind me sucking him clean.

  Soon I feel his hands in my hair. “Oh Princess …”

  “Hmm?”

  He pulls me off, wipes my mouth with his finger, and gives me a kiss. “You always suck my dick right after.”

  “I love how you taste, Daddy.”

  “You don’t need to do it every time.”

  “Um, don’t guys like that?”

  He helps me to my feet. “You’re my special girl. I didn’t make you mine to suck dick, Daddy wants you to enjoy everything we do together. Why don’t I lick your pussy for a while?”

  I love his tongue, but it’s also harder to fake an orgasm without something inside me. “I’m fine, Daddy.”

  “Em, tell me what’s bothering you.” He runs his thumb over my eyebrow. “Because something is. I know my little girl.”

  I twirl out of his grasp and pick up my tablet again. “It’s fine, really.”

  He stares at me, then pats my head like he used to when I was younger. “Then I’ll see you tonight, my love. In bed.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” The thought makes me flush all over again.

  AROUND ELEVEN, my bedroom door creaks open. Daddy pads in like he always does and yanks off the covers to find me naked.

  So is he, that hard cock swaying as he climbs into my bed.

  “Eager are we?”

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  “Good girl.”

  Kissing my nipple, Daddy reaches below to cup my pussy. “So wet. You’re ready for fucking.”

  Pleasure needles my clit. Maybe tonight’s the night I’ll have my first orgasm.

  Daddy gets on top without another word, lines up his erection, and thrusts into my sopping hole. I cry out as he forces that cock deeper, stretching my walls, and when his balls touch my body I wrap my legs around him. Moaning with every thrust.

  He’s always so hungry, kissing all over my face like he hasn’t seen me in years.

  “Cum for me, Princess. Cum for Daddy.”

  I gasp, but not a gasp of pleasure. I feel my walls constrict, but it’s not an orgasm. Daddy’s thrusting so fast he doesn’t realize. Pleasure ripples through my body when he grinds on my clit, but I can’t find my peak.

  His cock saws against my front wall, sending electricity up my spine.

  But no climax.

  I keep up my act though, twisting under Daddy’s strong body, clenching my muscles and crying out. He buries his whole length in my pussy.

  “Yes Daddy! I’m cumming!”

  He jerks with climax and floods my channel with overflowing release. “Oh baby girl.”

  Daddy takes a moment to catch his breath. I run my hands over his corded biceps, savoring that sexy just-cum look on my big man. Who needs orgasms anyway?

  His eyes flick up. “You didn’t cum,” he growls.

  “Y-Yes I did.”

  “No, Emily. You didn’t.” He pinches my nipple. “Tell Daddy what’s wrong.”

  “Nothing’s wrong,” I stammer.

  He pulls out, only to drop his hand on my clit, slowly teasing my bud until I arch off the bed. But even now I can’t find that peak.

  “Tell me now. Or I’ll spend all night playing with your clitty.”

  “Okay okay!”

  I explain how I’ve never had an orgasm in my life, not when I touched myself before our first night together—or after with his cock. Daddy has shown me all kinds of pleasures, but not the final pleasure. Maybe I can’t cum. I dunno. I read some stuff online that says some girls just can’t.

  Daddy murmurs under his breath as he listens, squeezing my breast with one hand while stroking my hair with the other. He plants a kiss on my forehead when I finish.

  “You’ve been pretending all this time?”

  “Well … I mean not everything. Just the endings,” I say shyly. “You’re an excellent lover,” I add in my most mature voice. “It’s not your fault.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong, Princess. This tight pussy is my responsibility.” Daddy leans back. “I will cure you,” he says firmly.

  “Cure me?”

  “That’s right. My baby girl should always have the best orgasms. Don’t worry about a thing, Daddy will take care of you. Now get some sleep.”

  I loop my wraps around him. “Thank you, Daddy!”

  ◆◆◆

  ON MONDAY MORNING, he takes me to three different doctors, including a gynecologist called Dr. Melvin, but everyone says nothing is wrong with me. Physically. Melvin mentions that cases like mine are usually caused by something mental. Like, maybe my boyfriend isn’t turning me on in the right way.

  The doctor doesn’t know about my special relationship of course.

  Listening in, Daddy can barely contain himself.

&nbs
p; Melvin suggests I find a specialist counselor. Apparently, there are even physical therapists who massage you down there.

  Daddy fumes as we drive home.

  “Those doctors don’t know jack shit. And no one’s gonna lay a finger anywhere near your little pussy. I’ll kill anybody who does.”

  I roll my eyes. “It’s therapy, Daddy. They wouldn’t touch me like you do.”

  He rests a hand on my thigh. “I have the perfect treatment plan for my princess.”

  “You do huh?”

  “My cock.”

  I push his hand away. “Daddy I’m serious!”

  “So am I. Just wait, I’ll train your pussy to cum on demand.”

  “Whatever.”

  “You’ll cum so hard you’ll wish you couldn’t.”

  Daddy stops at a red light where he glares at me. I feel a tug between my folds and pout. “Big talk.”

  When we get home, he pulls out his hard cock and steers me to the living room. He orders me to strip. Soon my clothes puddle at my feet.

  “Tits out, little girl. Stand straight. Let me get a good look at you.”

  Blushing like crazy, I stick my chest up.

  He slips a hand between my thighs, rubbing my swollen folds before he pinches my clit. “A pussy this wet needs plenty of cock.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “You’ll cum for me one way or another.”

  “If you say so.”

  Daddy smacks my ass making me gasp. A stinging pleasure spreads over my bottom.

  “Do it again,” I blurt out.

  Even Daddy’s surprised, for a moment. Then his eyes darken. “Let’s see if a good spanking will cure you.”

  He drapes me across his lap on the sofa. Sharp slaps thwack my bottom, heating my cheeks as his hand swats back and forth. He reaches under to grab my breast and squeezes roughly while he spanks me harder.

  “Bad girl,” he mutters under his breath. “Not cumming for Daddy.”

  Two fingers part my pussy, rubbing in a circle. I’m still shaking when another finger that feels thicker pushes into my other hole, and my ass pulls tight.

  “Daddy!”

  “How’s that feel, Princess?”

  “Mmmmm.”

  “Perhaps a good ass fucking is what you need.” He sets me down on the carpet. “Hands and knees, baby girl.”

  I arch on all fours as Daddy spanks my bottom a few more times. Then he kneels at my rear, rubbing my tender bottom, and I feel his hard cock teasing under my wet folds.

  “Time to break in this ass. Don’t worry, Princess. My dick’s gonna be nice and wet, plenty of cunt juice to lube me.”

  “You’re so dirty,” I whine.

  He gives my ass another smack. “I should’ve fucked this pretty asshole anyway. You focus on cumming.”

  A fiery stretch in my ring makes me gasp. His cock pushes through.

  I sag forward before Daddy wraps his hand in my hair to keep me upright. He sinks deeper and the pressure grows into a dull throb. Daddy reaches under to rub my clit.

  “Who owns this sweet little ass, baby girl?”

  More slaps jiggle my rear.

  Thwack.

  Thwack.

  Thwack.

  “My daddy!”

  “Yes. Daddy’s got no business being back here, but he’s taking it.”

  He grabs my hair in a ponytail, building up his pace, and my body wobbles with every impact. A new pleasure flutters from my rear.

  “Daddy, I think … oh I’m …”

  “Cum for me. Cum for daddy.”

  My body tenses in the wrong way, the pleasure fading suddenly. It’s like a switch being turned off.

  Daddy feels the sudden squeeze and thinks I’m peaking. He bends down, pumping me so hard I gasp for air.

  His cock jerks in my passage and splashes me with hot cum. I’m shocked how sensitive I am back there. But it doesn’t help me climax, even as Daddy releases more seed in my ass. His cum drips down my thigh when he pulls out.

  “How was it, Emily?”

  “Sorry, Daddy. I—I couldn’t.”

  “You were so close. I felt it.”

  “I know!”

  He rubs my trembling sides. “Shh. It’s okay.”

  Daddy lies down beside me on the carpet, stroking himself for a minute before his cock hardens again. It’s amazing how fast he recovers.

  “Ride my dick. Cunt this time. Let’s see if we can get you to squirt.”

  I straddle Daddy obediently, my folds clinging to his shaft as I sink. Like always, it feels so good when he fills me up, and I roll my hips trying to find the perfect angle.

  “That’s a good girl.” Daddy circles my clit with his thumb. “Nothing to be ashamed of. Let yourself go.”

  I rest my hands on his chest, bouncing along while Daddy teases my nub and squeezes my breasts.

  “You’re beautiful,” he groans.

  “Thank you, Daddy. I really want to cum for you.”

  “Such a good girl. Daddy already came in your ass and this one is all for you. Move that pussy, I’ll stay hard.”

  My heart skips wildly as I bump along. Every once in a while he’d thrust up to my tightest depths, making me cry out and clench with pleasure.

  “Oh Daddy!”

  “Keep going.”

  Bouncing faster, I watch the strain in Daddy’s face as my heat strangles his cock. My pussy squishes and sops. The muscles in Daddy’s broad chest pop under the skin and his features contort with agony.

  The way he struggles to keep from cumming is so hot. All for me.

  “I love you, baby girl.”

  “Oh Daddy I’m almost there.” I run a hand through my hair and I’ve never felt sexier riding my big man.

  “That’s it, that’s it,” he encourages. “Cum on Daddy’s cock like a good girl.”

  I tense again.

  He senses something wrong and rubs my clit furiously. But the moment’s gone, like an itch that fades away. I shake my head in frustration.

  “Keep riding,” Daddy growls. “Don’t stop.”

  I swivel and clench my walls, but nothing works. Daddy’s face has turned red, with sweat beading his brow, and his cock feels thicker than ever.

  After another turn of my hips, his expression crunches. I feel his cock shoot hot cum deep in my pussy as his body shudders.

  “Fuck, baby girl, you feel too fucking good. Did you … ?”

  I shake my head.

  “Then we’ll keep trying.”

  Daddy carries me upstairs to his bedroom, where he orders me to lean over the bed. “Hands on the mattress, spread your feet. Ass up and eyes forward.”

  I obey at once.

  Kneeling behind me, he pries my cheeks apart to lick between my holes, that tongue lashing my clit without mercy.

  My knees buckle.

  Daddy starts slapping my ass.

  “You’re warming up, little girl. Concentrate.”

  “Y-Yes.”

  “You like being spanked? Being punished?”

  My pussy pulses. “I love it, Daddy!”

  His palm lands directly on my pussy.

  I scream and feel a burst of heat. Something drips down my inner thigh, before Daddy’s finger wipes it off. I hear him tasting it.

  “Girl cum,” he growls at my back. “Did you have an orgasm?”

  A little, I think. Not a full release, only a reaction to his strong hand. I’ve felt better with his cock inside me. “No, Daddy.”

  “Get on the bed. Lie down.”

  When I’m on my back, Daddy climbs on top and without another word plunges into my pussy. He fucks me hard, paying special attention to my clit.

  “Cum for me,” he demands.

  I come close but always tense up right at the edge.

  Daddy has cum twice already, in both my holes, and his hard cock feels no softer.

  He flips me on my stomach and pounds my tight asshole, rutting harder than ever. My legs splay apart and I scream, but I can’t
cum.

  In between bursts of frantic fucking, he makes love with me, tender and sweet, worshipping my body with kisses. That doesn’t work either. The sheets are drenched, but I always lock out just at the height of release.

  When he goes down on my soaked pussy for the fifth time, I push him away. “Daddy, it’s not working.”

  We’ve spent all day in bed. My mind’s in a daze.

  He holds me close. “I’ll call your brother.”

  “What?” My big brother has been working in Manhattan the past year at some fancy investment bank. Always so busy. Hayden wouldn’t have the time to fly down here for no reason.

  And wait—how would he help me anyway?

  “What?” I say again.

  Daddy silences me with a kiss. “He loves you too, Emily. He’ll want to know what’s happening. He’ll want to help.”

  “Help how?” I feel a twinge of panic. “Are you gonna tell him about us?”

  “Hush now,” Daddy says sternly. “We’re a family, there will be no secrets between us. Your brother will understand. Not another word, baby girl. Rest.”

  ◆◆◆

  DADDY WAKES ME on Friday morning in his bed. He’s been training me to cum the past week, but I’m still blocked.

  Meanwhile, he’s certainly enjoying himself. A little too much, I think.

  If he’s not cumming in my pussy, he’s fucking my ass on all fours, spending every evening teasing my clit. He even bought a vibrator and a butt plug to train my rear for his cock.

  Daddy gives me daily spankings that always leave my cheeks tender, like last night when he spent half an hour slapping my bottom. “I love to watch this plump ass jiggle,” he growled. “Leaving my palm prints in your creamy skin.”

  This morning he’s rock hard.

  After we shower together, Daddy takes me to my room where he picks out some lacy lingerie. A black bra and panties that barely cover anything.

  “Is that a thong?” I mutter.

  “Got them for you yesterday.”

  My belly flutters. I have no idea what he has planned with Hayden, but it doesn’t sound like a typical family reunion. I slip on the clingy lingerie.

  “Beautiful. Your brother will appreciate what a woman you’ve become.”

  Daddy gives me that wicked smile meaning no questions. He hands me one of his big shirts that covers me like a short dress.

  An hour later, I’m standing in the living room fidgeting.