Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  “Well maybe when you send your brat of a daughter off to our college, you and I could have an afternoon delight...” I sent back, holding my breath. This was a dangerous game, and I didn’t even know what response I wanted…

  The delay this time was the longest yet. Was he thinking about it? Agonizing over whether he wanted to ditch me for Ms. Plume? But when the reply came back, it was clear to see he wasn’t wasting time waffling.

  “Don’t talk about my girl that way. Ever. I was just getting into this with you, and you’re clearly hot as fuck. But I won’t put up with anyone talking about my angel that way. So say you’re sorry, and send me a nice ass pic too while you’re at it, or else I’m done with this and you,” came the lengthy, stern response.

  I know it sounds cheesy, like something that happens in dumb romcoms, but I actually swooned. My back hit my bed, and I stared up at the ceiling with hearts in my eyes.

  He really loves me!

  Maybe it was dumb to even doubt that and test him, but now I know.

  I rolled over onto my front, pushing my ass up in the air before snapping a picture over my shoulder. My thong disappeared between my thick cheeks, and even looking at it made me hot. I hit send, and followed it up a second later with, “Sorry for being bad. Maybe you should spank me ‘til I behave.”

  The response came back after another nerve-wrecking delay.

  “Gorgeous. Too bad you ruined things though. My dick’s gone down thanks to your talk about my girl. I don’t care if you’ve got the hottest bod I’ve ever seen, I’m out for now. Got no use for a woman in my life who’ll disrespect my daughter,” he said, which was like twisting a knife in my gut and making my spirits soar all at once.

  I fucked it up, but… in a good way?

  What should I do now?

  Well, I blew it and won’t be getting anymore dick pics, but I still have one, and that throbbing in my clit hasn’t done anything to disappear. I put my phone on my pillow, still on my hands and knees as I bring one finger to my slit.

  The swimsuit is so thick and instantly irritates me. I tug the strings on either side and let it fall to the bed, atop of the bra and blouse. Then, I can touch my smooth, bare slit full on.

  “Mmm,” I moan as I stare at my daddy’s dick, and lick my cherry lips. He wanted to put his cock in my mouth, and I imagine how it’d taste. He’s so big, I knew he’d gag me almost instantly, but the thought of choking on that cock only made me wetter.

  I push two fingers into my pussy, my eyes fluttering for a second. I’d love to have him tit fuck me. To push my down and punish me for being bad. To just finally fucking take me like the little slut I want to be.

  But instead, all I have is my intense fantasies and my much too small fingers.

  I spread my knees, pushing my fingers in deeper as I bring my thumb to my clit. I had at most a half hour before daddy got home, and I really needed to rub one out before he did. He hates me wasting time, even on my summer vacation.

  “Oh daddy,” I whimper, and the sound of my own voice moaning his name makes me hot. I was almost there, and just a few more seconds, and I’d have finally spilled over that precipice.

  Except just then, I heard my door open. Not the front door. My door. The one that was right at the foot of my bed. The one that my ass was facing.

  There he was, in the flesh. Still wearing those boxer shorts, but with a workout shirt hiding some of his hard upper body. He must’ve rushed back from the gym in a huff after how things went, because his hard body was still glistening with a sheen of perspiration.

  But his delightful sexiness was beside the point. He’d caught me, legs spread, fingers in my pussy, staring at a pic of his dick.

  His ruggedly handsome face was locked in shock at stumbling in on me, and he looked embarrassed. But only for a split second.

  “Shit sweetie, I--” he began as he started to pull back.

  But he paused. Something had occurred to him. And in my own panic I fumbled with my phone, and it fell to the bed.

  He looked back again, and there it was on my screen: a shot of his dick. The one he’d just sent out.

  The door didn’t close. He didn’t leave.

  He came in, that towering giant of a daddy looming over me as his eyes moved from the thong he’d seen in the picture strewn over the bed, my exposed tits, my pink glossy lips.

  He’d seen them all. And everything came together.

  “What’s goin’ on here, Jenny?” he demanded, that same firm, hard voice of his back, his powerful fists clenched.

  I was caught, red handed. In the act. The bra and blouse I’d used to play dress up, my lips... that distinct tan on my tits. There was no way he didn’t know I was Ms. Plume now.

  “Nothing!” I insisted, because it was in my nature to hide from the truth. Besides, how could I ever explain that I just wanted to know he loved me?

  But the evidence was all there, irrefutable. He took a moment, reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his phone to look at those pictures. He’d not deleted them. And there they were, confirming what he already knew.

  “What in the fuck, Jenny?!” he said, throwing his phone down before me, a picture of my bare tits and pink lip on display. “I was gonna jack it to this, I was gonna fuck y--” he was angry, but he stopped there, overwhelmed.

  “You are gonna learn a lesson missy,” he said and he reached out, grasping me in both of his big strong hands. He took my blonde hair in one, my arm in the other. And he pulled me as he sat down on the edge of my bed, hauling me over his lap like I was still just seven years old.

  “Daddy!” I screeched, my face turning red in embarrassment. It wasn’t how things were supposed to go! I just wanted to get off before he got home, damn it!

  But there I was, hauled over his lap, my round ass up in the air. And he paused a moment as he looked at it. It was the same round set of cheeks he’d been fantasizing about smacking or fucking just moments before.

  Now he slapped them, spanking me with a loud crack as I lay over his lap.

  “The hell is wrong with you girl?! Leading me on like that!” he said as another spank hit my ass, this one even harder. But through the stinging pain, I felt something: that dick of his coming to life again beneath me. It was so big it was impossible to miss.

  My breathing hitched in my throat and my heart raced. I couldn’t help it. I began to wriggle in his lap, pulling back just a bit so that the undersides of my bare breasts brushed against his cock through his shorts.

  His texts were burned in my eyes. That he wanted to fuck my tits. That he wanted to fuck my mouth. That he wanted to fuck me. There was no Ms. Plume. There was just me.

  “I just wanted to see!” I managed between cracks of his hand against my stinging ass. It was something I’d asked for. Begged for as Ms. Plume. For him to spank my ass. And now he was doing it.

  Did that mean he’d do the rest, too?

  Whatever it meant, his dick was rock solid beneath me, jabbing into my taut little tummy as he smacked my ass. As Ms. Plume I had him so hot and bothered, but even as myself, his dick was mine to arouse it seemed.

  He had my round cheeks stinging as he hit me, making that bubbly ass ripple and quake.

  “Wanted to see?! Why would you wanna see my dick?!” he demanded, lifting my head up and looking straight into my big blue eyes with his intense gaze.

  My mouth hung open in shock. I didn’t have an answer to that! How could I? And I’d meant that I wanted to see if he still loved me, but I guess he could be forgiven for not understanding.

  Especially since it wasn’t wrong.

  I had wanted to see his dick. I’d wanted it for so long. Even now, I wanted it. I wanted to give him my virginity. For him to fuck me and use me as he saw fit, as long as he didn’t try to get rid of me.

  “You’ll get to see it alright,” he growled at me as he pulled me off his lap, my ass still stinging as he used my hair like reins to guide me. He pulled me to the floor and stood up, towering over
me, and I got to watch the most spectacular thing.

  Right there, in real life, he peeled off his workout shirt, unveiling those rippling muscles I’d just been ogling on my phone. Then came the boxers… they stripped away, letting that massive dick spring out so hard and full. Just like in his pics, no less hard than when he thought I was Ms. Plume.

  “Take a good look, Ms. Plume,” he said tersely, reaching down to grab my hair and pulling my face in against his dick.

  I couldn’t believe what was happening. It was so harsh, and commanding, and embarrassing, and perfect. My gaze went up to meet his for a second and intentionally, slowly, I opened my mouth, inviting him in.

  Inviting him to fuck my face.

  My daddy held my by the hair in one hand as he grasped the base of his shaft in the other. He wielded that hefty dick like a weapon and smacked it to my pink lips, and the way he looked at me… oh, there was some frustration there, but I could see it: he was looking at me with the same desire he had when he saw my pics on the phone.

  “Squeeze those tits around this dick you wanted so bad,” he commanded me, teasing the tip of his cock over my lips, smearing some precum on them before he moved his shaft on down.

  I was shivering with excitement and desire, and I did exactly what he wanted. It was my one shot to please him, to make him really want me and see me as a woman, and I would do anything he asked.

  So I brought my hands up, and squeezed my tits around his cock. It was such a strange sensation, different than anything else I’d experienced. My soft flesh yielded to his hard, throbbing dick, and I could feel his pulse ripple through my skin.

  He looked down at me, and licked his lips. Any conflict he had, he wiped from his face with his big, strong hand before he began to rock his hips. That thick dick of his pumping between my full, smooth, pillowy tits.

  But he was so long and hard, the purple tip of his cock, glistening with precum, came right up within reach of my lips. And he pushed down on my head, so that my glossy pink lips met it each time.

  “Kiss it. Since you wanted it so bad,” he commanded me, but some of the edge was gone from his voice now as he grunted and moaned. He bossed me around, but it wasn’t as angry. It felt laced with need and desire instead.

  I brought my lips to his crown, parting them and finally tasting him. It was rugged and a little salty, but it was perfect. The next thrust, my lips parted wider, and I licked him curiously, collecting some of the precum on my mouth.

  “Like that?” I asked as I did it again, my heart thudding so heavily in my chest.

  He bobbed his head in a nod as he watched me, that massive dick of his throbbing, swelling with excitement between my tits.

  “Good girl,” he husked in approval of my kisses and licks, that veiny cock pushing up between my breasts again and again as he watched, enjoying the contrast. My breasts were so smooth in comparison to his bulging dick, after all. It made such a lovely sight for us both. “This is what you wanted, huh?” But it was him that put the whole idea of fucking my tits in my head.

  “I wanted a lot of things, daddy,” I practically purred and before he could even let that taboo sentence stew in his brain I shoved my mouth as far down on his cock as I could. I felt him hit against the back of my throat, cutting off my breathing, and making my pussy throb with need.

  He didn't resist though, not at all. Quite the contrary, he pushed down on my head, holding me there longer than I intended. His hard dick swelling inside my tight throat, straining against its confines as he kept it there a while, grunting above me.

  Finally he pulled out, letting his cock throb in the air as tendrils of saliva connected my glossy pink lips to his manhood.

  “Up on your knees,” he said, pulling me to the bed by my hair. “You need to learn a lesson, young girl. You play with fire, you get burned,” he rumbled.

  He was starting to scare me, but it was so good at the same time. I felt my heart flutter, and my stomach get filled with butterflies, and my clit throb angrily, desperate for attention. It was perfection, and I couldn’t wait to see what he’d do next.

  I got up on the bed, back onto my knees in the same position he found me in, looking at him over my shoulder as my scalp tingled from his rough manhandling.

  “You toyed around with me and my emotions,” he husked, kneeling on the bed, his massive muscular weight making the bed sink towards him. But he moved in behind me, his hard cock prodding my thighs, my pussy. Oh my god… his cock just grazed my wet slit! I can’t believe it!

  “Now you’ve gotta pay the price,” he said as he grasped my ass and the base of his dick. He slapped that hefty meat to my pussy, my clit, making me whimper in desire. “I’m not usin’ a rubber,” he rumbled as he began to push that thick shaft into my cunny, making it flower around him as he sank on in, raw.

  Oh my God. I couldn’t believe I was losing my virginity to my daddy.

  And even more than that, I couldn’t believe how much I loved it. How much I wanted it. How much I needed it.

  “Daddy,” I moaned as I parted my knees wider, arching my back and breathing into the muted pain. I was so turned on, and it didn’t even hurt when he stole my innocence. It just felt good. I wonder if he knew he was my first?

  He certainly felt it, because my tight little pussy stretched around his dick, squeezed upon his length as he sank on in deeper, deeper. It was such a tight fit, and he let loose a deep, husky moan as he pushed in until his groin hit against my ass. He was hilted inside me.

  I could feel his massive dick twitching, throbbing with excitement inside me as he squeezed my stinging ass cheeks.

  “This is what you wanted, isn’t it sweetie?” he said to me just before he began to tug back, my pussy clinging to his shaft, but he didn’t pull out. He just thrust back in, starting to pump his massive, glorious cock into me. “How’s it feel to get what you were after?” he demanded of me, making my stinging ass cheeks ripple as he thrust into me faster.

  “So good,” I managed to breath out, my arms trembling as I kept trying to hold myself up. But it was such an intense pleasure, and it was so difficult to just keep taking his thick cock.

  I’d fantasized about him for so long, I could barely believe that I was finally getting what I wanted. Just what I wanted.

  Exactly as I’d imagined it, with him holding me down, his cock raw and oh so huge and hard. He thrust into me, building up to a rougher pace as he made my behind sting and filled me up like I’d always longed for.

  His low, husky grunts filled the air as his dick swelled inside me. Those big, strong hands of his sliding up my sides, cupping my heavy breasts beneath me and squeezing them, fondling them. Pinching and tugging those nipples as he fucked me harder.

  “You little cock tease,” he growled out, “you got me so worked up with your hot body… you’re gonna make up for that. From now on,” he rumbled.

  “I want to,” I managed out between my pleasured moans and whimpers. I was falling forward, struggling to keep myself up as he began to thrust into my harder. It was so risky, what he was doing. What we were doing. He was fucking me bareback, and I knew he could potentially knock me up.

  I didn’t know how to feel about that.

  But more importantly, I didn’t care. I just really wanted to feel him cum in me, and know how much he wanted me. Even if he knocked me up.

  His hands left my breasts, one holding me by the waist to keep me where he wanted me, the other reaching around, teasing my clit, driving me over that precipice of pleasure. He was pounding me so hard, making my ass quake with his towering, hard body, his dick swelling, throbbing wildly as he got close.

  “Cum for me, Jenny,” he ordered me. “Cum for daddy,” he demanded as his own grunts and moans rose, his cock slamming into me hard. “Cum on daddy’s cock!” he shouted right as he threw his head back and lost control, his cock exploding inside me carelessly. All that rich, thick, creamy seed blowing into my unprotected pussy, flooding my depths with his virile cum. So man
y thick ropes of it! One after another as he pounded me from behind.

  I don’t know if it was his words, his fucking, or his fingers that sent me over the edge. It was probably a combination of all three, laced with the awareness that I was riding my daddy’s cock. Whatever it was, it led to the most intense orgasm I’d ever head.

  My body thrashed and tensed and spasmed, so much pleasure striking through me that I could barely contain myself. My screams echoed off the walls of my bedroom as my pussy milked his virile cock dry.

  Our cries filled the air, my once sweet, quiet room turned into a vulgar mess as daddy and me just pounded it out, and he drained his nuts into me.

  We finally came down from our high, and his hard body wrapped around mine, holding me tightly in those big, muscular arms as he kissed my shoulders, my neck.

  “You’re gonna be mine forever to work off this debt, little lady,” he husked into my ear.

  Thank god for our sheltered backyard. It’s been like… seven months since I got in trouble with daddy. And things are better than ever.

  He got back from his workout again not long ago, and I can’t help but stare. Not at him this time, though I would if I could. He has me bent over on a chair in the backyard, my ass in the air as he fucks it. He always comes back from the gym with such a hardon that needs relief.

  I’m bent over, looking at that ring he gave me. It’s an engagement ring, his promise that he’ll never try to get rid of me. And he better not, because beneath me I can feel my heavy, pregnant stomach swaying with his thrusts.

  I never expected that this is how things would go when I pulled that little prank on him. I just wanted to know that I mattered to him.

  Now, I really know the answer to that!

  Mrs. Fertile Claus

  Book Themes:

  Cheating, Cuckolding, Exhibitionism, Breeding, Creampies, and Impregnation

  Word Count:

  4,478

  Mrs. Claus.

  That’s all they ever know me by, as if I wasn’t a person with wants and needs and desires. Every Christmas, it’s the same thing. My husband works way too much, and I never get to see him, and I’m expected just to smile. To be cordial and polite.