by Hayden Ash
I turn on some pop music and start dancing to it. I know daddy can’t stand it, but he loves watching me dance to it. I spin from one corner of the room to the other, and his eyes follow me everywhere. I love performing for him. I love making him happy with my body. It helps me forget about my problems at school. He understands me in a way that no one does.
His girlfriend takes a drink straight from a bottle of some liquor I don’t know. She looks like a homeless person, her hair a mess, her clothes smelly and dirty, and her eyes so bloodshot I’m not even sure she’s totally conscious right now. This is all fine, because she doesn’t exist—not to me. All that matters right now is my daddy and I.
I dance slowly towards him—taking my time, taunting him, teasing him. I smile mischievously at him like I’m about to do something wrong, but it’s all an illusion—for now. I’m going to be a good, little girl.
As I get close to him, he looks my little body over, takes it all in but doesn’t dare to touch. Finally, I sit down on his lap and feel his big, hard dick trying to burst out of his suit pants.
“Daddy, am I your girlfriend?”
“I would be honored to have you as my girlfriend!”
“I would be honored to be your girlfriend!”
Then, we kiss again. He dips me down, and now I’m cradled in his arms, looking up at him.
“Logan, stop…stop encoring this little crush. It was cute before, but now it’s really getting out of hand,” his girlfriend says.
We ignore her and a few minutes later she passes out and drops the bottle of liquor on the floor. It cracks and starts to spill its brown liquid all over the carpet.
“Leave it,” he says in that firm, powerful voice that makes my body tingle.
“You really have feelings for me, right, daddy?” I ask him.
“What do you think?” He says.
Then, I slide down his body and put my head in between his legs. I slowly unzip his pants and pull his dick out. It’s humongous, so long and strong just like him. I want it to do things to me. I want it to punish me. But, above that, I just want to please it.
“We shouldn’t do this, baby. This is going too far,” he tells me. “What would your dad think?”
“I want to be your girlfriend…your real girlfriend…” I whisper.
“Honey…” he says as I stroke his big cock.
Then I put my lips down on it and go down as hard and as deep as I can until it’s poking the back of my throat.
Chapter 4
Logan II
I put my big hands through her silky, long hair.
She looks up at me with those gorgeous eyes—looking just like a Disney Princess.
She’s warming my dick up, but for what? Could I really put my dick inside of her tiny, tight pussy? She is not my daughter—not in any way, but I’ve helped raise her these past few years, while her dad has been in and out of rehab. And, yet, now she is so god damn sexy, the woman of my dreams. I want to do very dark things to her. I wonder if she could handle them.
“I love your big cock so much…” she whispers. “Am I doing a good job?”
“You are…” I tell her.
“As good as she does it?” She asks.
“Better,” I tell her. “You’re perfect, you know that?”
“I want to be perfect for you, daddy.”
I close my eyes and, before I know it, she’s on top of me—trying to get my massive dick into her super tight cunt. As soon as the tip enters her, she winces in pain. I’m too much for her to handle.
“Stop, baby, you’re hurting yourself.
“No, I can do it!” She tells me.
Finally, she manages to push her pussy onto it, and even though it caused her a lot of pain, I can tell by the smile on her face that it was worth it to her.
“Now kiss me again!” She demands, and I take her close in my arms and plant a big kiss on her perfect, pink lips. I can feel every groove of her pussy, and even though I’m worried that I’m stretching it too much, I’m also loving it. I’m her first, her only. Her cunt feels fucking amazing as it clenches so tight on my penis. I love exploring her. I’m learning new things with every stroke.
She starts to bounce on it. I look down and see her cum pouring out of her pussy like a water fountain, thickening as she continues to shift her pussy up and down.
“Yeah, there it is. You’re doing so good. You’re amazing!” I tell her.
She grabs my wrists and puts my hands on her ass.
“I love being your girlfriend, daddy!”
“You can be even more than that…” I say suggestively.
“What do you mean?” She asks me, and then I lead her to my bedroom.
Chapter 5
Allison III
He picks me up and carries me into his bedroom.
Then, he places me gently on his California King bed and spreads my legs out wide. He glides over me and looks deep into my eyes. I look back, adoring him. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, for years really. I never dared to make this real, but now he’s actually here on top of me. I can feel every inch of his naked body on top of mine, really to take me down.
He goes inside me hard and holds his penis inside me for several seconds. Then, he takes it out and puts it back in at the exact same spot, the just right spot. He knows me already. He knows my body.
My toes curl back as he continues to stab my pussy with his big, long dick at just the right angle. I grip his back as he starts to speed up and bite his lip as he gets hard as a stone inside my cunt.
“Fuck me, daddy…” I whisper in his ear. This really turns him on, and he starts drilling my pussy like he’s punishing it. I begin to sweat as the friction continues to light up inside my pussy. I’ve never been had a penis this big inside me, and it’s scary but exciting all at once. The feeling of being filled up is almost too much to stand. I want this so bad. I want my pussy to be slammed by my daddy. He’s tearing me apart, and I’m in love with it.
“Choke me, daddy!” I scream.
He grabs my neck firmly and starts pressing down. As he does, I can feel even more of him—every stroke. My vision is blurring, and I can see only him, the gorgeous man that he is and I feel so safe that I can let go entirely. I have no reason to guard myself against him. He knows how to take care of me and what we’re doing right now feels so right.
His girlfriend wakes up and starts wandering around the family room, bumping into things, and cursing at no one in particular. I find it hot that he’s still fucking me like she’s not literally just ten feet away. It lets me know how much he cares about me—that our bond is actually real.
“I love you, daddy…” I whisper, red-faced, and half-embarrassed.
“I love you more,” he tells me.
Then, he starts pounding my pussy so hard that I can literally hear the sound of his giant cock slamming again and again into my little pussy. I’m screaming so loud that the entire block can hear me. His face is red and primal, he’s an animal, and I’m his willing prey.
“Take me, daddy! Take me…”
And, as his girlfriend stumbles drunkenly into the room, daddy pulls out and cums all over my face and tits, and I wipe it all over my body because it feels so good to be his.
Chapter 6
Logan III
The sunlight wakes us up as it enters through the massive window in my bedroom.
There she is, Allison, her beautiful, sweet body lying next to mine. Her eyes open slowly, and I kiss her on her cheek. She caresses my face like it’s the first time she’s seen me in a very long time, and we start making out.
My girlfriend wakes up, as well. She appears from the floor and starts to cry in the corner.
“Just get out of here…” I tell her. “I’ve found my true love!”
When I declare this, Allison grabs my face in her hands and kisses me harder than she’s ever kissed me. I do feel bad for my girlfriend, but I’m just so happy right now that I can’t stand the sight of her a
nymore.
My girlfriend changes into some fresh clothes and leaves me alone with my queen, my little Snow White.
“Should we go get breakfast or something? Maybe do something fun today?” I ask Allison.
“Mm…no. I want to go again!” She says and jumps on me.
“You’re full of surprises!” I tell her.
She grabs my boxers down and starts to stroke my dick. “Oh, hi there!” She giggles and then takes it in her mouth.
“You’re all that I see…” I whisper to her as she starts bobbing her head up and down on it. “You’re a piece of me now, and I’m never losing you…”
Epilogue
Allison IV
Ten Years Later…
It’s Christmas, and we’re lucky enough to be getting a ton of snow!
Our son shoots out the door and precedes to get snow inside all in his shirt, all but ensuring he’s going to catch a cold…
My husband kisses me, wraps me up in big arms.
“I love you, baby…”
“I love you so much, daddy…” I whisper to him.
“Mommy, he’s not your daddy he’s my daddy!” Our daughter yells excitedly.
“Oh, right, I forgot!” I smile then wink knowingly at him. “Go get your brother from out of the snow, so we can open up gifts!”
“Ok, mommy!” Our daughter tells me and bolts outside.
It occurs to me that she will probably just as foolishly get all wet in the snow and catch a cold…
“You know something?” He tells me.
“What’s that?”
“You…you’re all I ever wanted. You know how most guys want tons of cash or tons of pussy or whatever? Nah, none of that. All I ever wanted was to meet my true love, a love like we have, and now I have that. You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“I feel the exact same way,” I tell him.
We kiss under the mistletoe as the kids play out in the snow, and our dogs make a mess in our kitchen, and the neighbors start to wake up, and I start to cry tears of absolute joy because there’s positively nowhere else I’d rather be than here in his arms. He’s giving me the life I’ve always wanted, and I’m eternally grateful to him.
Thanks for reading! If you liked it, you should join the newsletter so that you when another story is out! You will also receive a download link for a FREE EROTICA EBOOK
BOOK 16: Taking Me in the Steam Room
Chapter 1
Amber I
Speak up, dear, I cannot hear you.
We’re in the middle of nowhere, way away from any freeway, because Sarah said there’s supposed to be a really good spa around here. I don’t know. It’s actually pretty terrifying. The people here seem to be from a different decade entirely. But, hey, I’m not paying gas for this girl’s trip, so I’m just going to stay quiet.
“What’s going on with Tony?” Sarah asks me.
“I don’t know. What’s going on with him?” I ask back, indifferently.
Tony is my ex-boyfriend. We make up and break up constantly mostly because neither of us likes being alone, but this time I’m really done with him and with all boys for that matter. They’re all fuckboys…all so immature. I can’t stand it. I honestly don’t know how I ever did.
“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea to be done with him for good this time,” Sarah says. “He’s cute, but…”
“His dick is smaller than an iPhone?” Miranda chimes in and Sarah starts bellowing with laugher like a guy.
“Fuck you, bitches,” I say. “No, that’s not why we’re done. It’s because I’m completely over dating boys, I’ve outgrown them. I want…no, I need a man!”
“Yeah, all we care about what you just said is that you’re not denying that Tony has a small penis!” Miranda says coldly.
We drive up this super tall hill and at the top is this enormous spa. It looks like a castle, or maybe a palace. The chrome-colored exterior gleams so brightly it looks like the entire building is built out of silver.
“Well, fuck…” Miranda says, awestruck.
“I told you, bitches. This is going to be amazing!” Sarah says. “Apparently, a lot of hot guys go here because they have this cryotherapy machine that’s supposed to be really good for muscle recovery.”
“Ah, I knew there was a reason you were so annoying about us going to this spa specifically.”
“Hey, I need to get laid. I haven’t had dick in like…a month! I’ve been making pancakes every morning just so I could experience the sensation of flipping something…”
“Oh, God…” Miranda says, rolling her eyes. “Well, we know Amber isn’t going to let any guys near her cob-web covered pussy.”
“Nope!” I say, proudly. “Like, I told you I’m fucking over boys…”
Chapter 2
Ansel I
“You lift like a girl,” I scold my son who can’t even manage to lift a measly 200 lbs over his chest.
“Fuck you too, dad,” he says to me.
“Loving…loving son I have!” I say, shaking my head.
I throw two 45 lb plates on the bar, push my son, Jerry, off the bench and onto the ground, then lie down on the bench to show him how the fuck it’s done.
I lift the bar high over my head, drop it slowly all the way down to my chest, and shoot back up with incredible dexterity and expert form. I didn’t spend enough time with my boy when he was younger, and I pay for it every day with his total lack of masculinity.
“I’m going for a dip in the big pool,” my son says.
He yanks down his sweatpants, revealing that he’s already got his swimming trunks on—a clear signal to me that his priorities are all fucked up.
“But, do they have to be purple, son?” I say, referring to his brightly colored bathing suit.
He just shakes his head and walks away. It makes me sad that I can’t get through to him. I’m not sure if it’s too late for the boy to ever become a man…
After knocking out a few more sets, I head over to the sauna on the top floor of the spa as my reward. The top level is only for executive members, although lately they’ve been letting the occasional guest sneak up there.
I go there when I feel I’ve earned some peace and fucking quiet—when my muscles need to relax in the intense moisture and heat.
As I walk out of the elevator, the receptionist eyes me up and down as she always does. Then, she licks her lips and asks me if I want some company in the sauna to which I reply not particularly. This hurts her feelings, but I’m sure she has plenty of guys willing to lick her ass just for a chance to be seen with her, and she could stand to be taken down a peg. I’m not impressed by beauty. And, this receptionist, unfortunately, has nothing else to her.
After a little small talk, I make my way through the glass double doors into the club room.
I head into the locker room to strip down into a robe. As I take off my shirt and then my pants and then my underwear, I notice two other men, about the same age as I am, 43, noticing my dick. One looks terrified of it, and the other looks angry—like he wants to rip it off my body and put it on himself. This is confirmed when they stand up, and I see both of their dicks, which, even if attached together, wouldn’t be as long nor as thick as mine. I’m used to these kinds of glares in locker rooms. It comes with the territory.
Finally, I make my way into the sauna at the very back. The other members know that I’m not to be joined for any reason during this specific time of day. Only once did a guy try to break my rules. I threatened him, and he chose to ignore my threat, and so I had to hurt him, and now he respects my rules.
I close my eyes and let the sound of emptiness fill my being. I sometimes practice Buddhist meditation, which teaches that our minds should be like water, merely allowing thoughts to pass along it and then drip away. This is precisely what I’m doing now. My mind goes as empty as the sound in the sauna. And, as the heat starts to blanket over my sore muscles, renewing them with strength, I breathe deep and slow.<
br />
Eyes still closed, I stand up and stretch. I lunge backward, and my penis stretches forward, aimed like a cannon at the door. I reach my arms back as far as I can—almost touching the floor behind me.
“Oh My God I’m so sorry!” I hear a young woman scream.
I open my eyes, and although it takes my eyes moment to adjust to the light coming from the opened door, I see this magnificent young woman staring at me or, rather, staring at my cock.
“Can I help you?” I ask her nonplussed.
She doesn’t hear me, because she’s so distracted by the sight of my big, sweating cock. She’s entranced like she’s hypnotized.
“Young lady, can I help you?” I ask again.
“Oh, um, I’m so sorry!” She screams and then runs as fast as she can out of the sauna.
Chapter 3
Amber II
Holy fuck that was a big fucking dick!
I run into the elevator, blushing harder than I ever have in my life. I can’t get the image out of my mind. I’m practically drooling over it. It was so magnificent. I never thought I cared about the size or shape of a man’s dick, but I’m really horny right now for it.
As I return to Miranda and Sarah at the big pool of the spa, I think about the fact that it wasn’t just the man’s beautiful penis, but the fact that he was, in fact, a real man. His grey hair and aged face contrasted with the wide, muscular body of a man half his age—that’s really what is turning me on right now. I have never been with anyone more than a year older than me, and this guy has got to be twice my age. I’ve never really been turned on before at all, and I actually thought I might be asexual, but how I feel right now confirms that I definitely am the furthest thing from that.