by Adrian Amos
“You're turning me on too, daddy. I like when you play with my nipples.”
“Oh, you mean like this?” he asks, taking my nubs in his fingers and twisting my nipples like a corkscrew.
I moan, biting my lip, nodding wordlessly as a pulse runs through me.
“You ready to get warmed up, babygirl?”
“Yes, daddy. It's so cold without you.”
It takes only the slightest adjustment of daddy lowering himself and me curving my hips backward to allow a meeting of minds. He tilts his cock a degree and with a simple thrust, his cock breaks through my soaked barrier.
I cry out, his cock gliding in easily through a gush of arousal. He's so fucking thick! He spreads me wide open, his dick penetrating as far as our bodies will allow. His hips crush into my ass as daddy tries his damnedest to fill me up. I can feel the hardness of his thighs as he works to make his way inside me.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, reaching back and planting my hand on his ass. Instead of that innate strong urge to push him away from sheer pressure, I pull on him, drawing his clenched ass into me. It gives me another inch, but it's an inch I savor, relishing whatever daddy can fit inside me.
It's made all the more powerful as his hips slip away from me, tugging on my pussy walls, made tighter through my closed legs. I squeeze my thighs together to hug daddy even more, intensifying the draw of his cock. And when he pushes back in...
Oh fuck!
My mouth is agape, a silent scream choked out of me as his cock reenters my pussy, blasting a flood of pleasure through my cunt. It ricochets through me as I push back into daddy, absorbing his body heat and letting his body melt to mine.
He moves like a snake, his body making waves against me, culminating in his hips pulling away and sliding back into me with a fluid movement. He so expertly moves, his cock hits me at consistent intervals, almost announcing each time I'm going to get penetrated. You'd think that'd be boring, but the regular pulse of pleasure becomes a thing of desire, and knowing exactly when I'm going to get pierced only makes the anticipation all the sweeter.
Daddy's wavelike motion is heavenly, a seduction of my body with his. Just the gentle caress of his abs against my back is enough to spark an erotic fever in me, and I'm lost in replicating his motion, undulating so I can remain in contact with him as long as possible.
It's so hot.
So utterly fucking hot.
I grab the blanket and throw it over us, exposing us to the brisk air. As cold as I felt before, I'm now superheated, sweating as daddy's hands make their way around my body, cupping my tits and caressing my stomach. Even the simple act of his fingertips dipping into my belly button and flowing out of it is enough to spark a spasm in me.
“Come here, baby,” he says, kicking his boxers to the side.
He lifts me to my knees, the soft bear rug making the softest landing possible. I look up at him, his massive hard on standing defiantly against the cold, indomitable in its will to be sated. He turns me around, facing me toward the fireplace, and pushes me down on my hands and knees.
The heat of the fire hits me in the face as I look up at it. The orange flames bounce and heave, flicking and swaying. I get the sudden feeling I'm watching something erotic, as if bodies were dancing together, mingling in a blaze of eroticism.
I'm captivated by the fire so much I'm taken by surprise as daddy's cock slides into me, bringing me back to reality to where I'm getting fucked doggystyle.
I tilt my head down, shocked by the reintroduction of daddy, but I'm quickly staring at the fire again as daddy grabs a wad of my hair and pulls my head back. My body jolts forward toward the fire as daddy plows into me, using all his muscles to slam his huge cock into me.
I moan into the fire, entranced by the flames as I'm rocked from behind. The sexual energy of the flames is all the more apparent as daddy rides me. The primal, sizzling spirit flows through me, and I imagine us as cavemen fucking next to the first fire ever constructed.
So proud in our creation, we fuck like animals, intent on bringing a child into this new world, welcoming it with the protection the fire gives us against the harsh elements.
This baby will be taken care of. It'll thrive with daddy as our caretaker.
Our caretaker.
“Oh god, daddy! It's so good! Keep fucking me, fuck me hard!”
My thoughts seem so twisted, so starkly mad in the face of this situation, I barely realize how much I'm turned on! The waves of pleasure fire through my body as daddy fucks me from behind, using me like a caveman would use his prized catch, ready to impregnate her so she's his forever.
Like a bolt of lightning, my fantasy overcomes me, and what was pleasure becomes orgasm. One long thrust of cock sends me over the edge, sputtering as I cry out my pleasure through heated, parched lips.
The fire watches on as the captivated woman spasms unremittingly, sinking her chest into the ground as her lower back violently jerks, the pulses firing at a strong rate.
I twitch, holding my breath as I try to control the uncontrollable.
When my twitches subside and my body finally relaxes, daddy falls back and sits on his shins, working to catch his own breath.
But just because I've come doesn't mean my fantasy ends.
I collect and pick myself up, rising to my knees and scooting backwards toward daddy. My legs slide between his and go underneath him, allowing my back to press against his chest as we both rest on our knees.
I can feel tears start to fall down my cheeks, and as I reach back to bring daddy's head over my shoulder, I can hear the strain in my own voice. “Daddy, I want you to come inside me.”
“Are you sure?”
I don't know why I'm crying. I don't know if it's from the intensity, if it's from facing death not too long ago, if it's from feelings welling up I never knew I had, but I know I'm feeling a connection that seems like the only thing in the world to me right now.
I can live and die on daddy's cock for all I care!
I nod, “Please, daddy.” I reach down and position his cock, allowing me to sit down on his full length. I grit my teeth, the sensation all the more powerful after a body racking orgasm. He pulls me in by my stomach so he can rest on his shins and curve my back into his chest.
Our new seated position fills me up entirely but also allows daddy to revert to his gentle wavelike penetration from before. His hips lift gently as his stomach tucks in and pull away as his stomach presses into me.
I let daddy guide the action, both from exhaustion and to feel his body mold into mine so effortlessly, forcing us to move as one when daddy moves. I reach both arms up and around his head, allowing me to cling to his body better. This juts my chest out, which provokes daddy to reach around and cup my tits for leverage, softly plying my body.
I suck in air as he tweaks my nipples. I focus on the fire's dance in front of me. The flickering reawakens me, the energy reminding me of my fantasies, coaxing me to vocalize my desires.
“Yeah, daddy. You like when you're little girl rides your big cock?”
“Fuck yeah, baby. Daddy loves this tight little pussy.”
“You want to come inside me, don't you?” I start to regain my energy, undulating my lower back in order to push myself down on his cock as he thrusts.
“Ooohhh, I'd fucking love that.”
“You want to get me pregnant, daddy? You want a baby of your own?”
He hesitates for a moment, his movements even slowing to a near stop. I swallow, fearing I might have scared daddy with my fucked up fantasies.
But his hips pick back up, speeding up far faster than before. I swear I can even feel his cock get thicker, if that's even possible. He seems to be even more turned on!
“You'd like nothing more than to take daddy's seed.”
I nod.
“Right here?” he asks, his right hand falling down and caressing my belly.
I shiver, a burst of excitement emanating from that point. My body almost goes numb from the
sudden tingle of nervous energy. That has to be the sexiest thing I've ever felt!
I nod rapidly, manically delighted. “Yes, daddy. Put a baby in me!”
“Hold on, babygirl.”
I bring my hands to his sides as he leans back. In our new position, daddy grabs my shoulders for support as he's able to drive his hips hard and deep into me.
I hang on for dear life as daddy fucks me mercilessly, knocking me into the air only to pull me back down on his cock with his strong arms. He gets faster and faster as he furiously slams his cock into me as hard as he can.
He even growls, the animal off its leash, plowing my tight pussy with an aggression and anger he's saved up for this moment. I can't even hold on anymore, letting go and holding onto his hands on my shoulders, which allows him to tilt me forward even further, giving him more leverage to thrust his hips.
It's enough to give him that last bout of energy he needs, rapidly shoving his cock in at twice the speed, until...
He growls and fires a stream of cum deep inside me, not relenting his thrusts as his body unloads. He pushes even harder, slamming his cock into me so his cum drenches my pussy and his cock. Five, six, seven shots of hot jizz enter me, and every time he fires, daddy's long cock slams it deeper inside me, driving his seed to the furthest reservoirs of my cunt.
On his last shot, his hips crash into me. He holds himself there as he pulls back on my shoulders, pushing his dick to the farthest reaches of my swollen cunt. I can feel his warmth hit my cervix, splashing me with the last batch of daddy's seed.
He slowly releases my shoulders, and I fall backward into him, still hugging his cock as we both struggle to breathe, our chests rising and falling in sync.
Daddy supports me, but I don't move, merely watching the flames lick. I squeeze my muscles, feeling daddy's shaft inside me, enjoying the feeling of being filled up.
If he's still inside me, his cum can't possibly escape.
So I wait there sitting on top of him, intent to take as long as possible to ensure my body absorbs every last ounce of daddy's cum and never lets it go.
The heat and glow of the fireplace flows over us, and I can't help but feel it's life pass through me. Maybe I'll get lucky and it'll stay a while to make a home in my belly.
- - -
Daddy Humiliates Me in Front of Everyone
I fold my arms across my chest as we enter the house, which does nothing to ease my discomfort. In reality, my arms push my breasts up, giving them an even greater sense of heft, and if anything, I'm probably drawing attention to myself because of it.
That's the last thing I want in this tight corset.
I feel almost out of place at this costume party. At least, that's what my stepdaddy told about the party. People are kind of acting weird here. They're all a little touchy feely with each other, but it could just be they're all drunk.
Sexy. That's exactly what I feel at the moment, which is not at all how I think of myself, so it makes me somewhat self-conscious. But everyone else is dressed provocatively as well, so I'm not actually out of place. It's more like how uncomfortable I feel is what's out of place.
But it wasn't my idea to wear this.
It was daddy's.
And it was his command I wear it.
Daddy's been super controlling lately, ever since I came back from college for winter break. It's like my first semester away from home changed him, from the generous father figure I've know him as for the longest time, to this hyper masculine, commanding hulk who looms over all of my decisions.
I mean all of my decisions. He wakes me up at the same time every morning, not letting me sleep in. He picks my clothes out in the morning and makes my breakfast as well. I don't get an ounce of input on even the most basic decisions! He's running my life like I'm in the military. It's like he hates the idea that I can make choices for myself, as if going to college is somehow corrupting me. He's reining me in, that's for sure.
And I resisted hard early on, trying my damnedest to revolt against him, to make him see that he can't treat me this way.
But that was a mistake. He'd cross his arms, just like I'm doing now, but instead of raising his breasts and making him self-conscious, it'd cause his pecs to bulge and make him seem even more intimidating. He reacted by limiting my ability to leave the house without him, reinforcing the notion that nothing happens without his approval.
I'll admit I waffled in the face of that for a little while. I did what he said for a good week. Until he started demanding... strange things. Things that seemed way more sexual than anything before.
Like he wanted me to address him as daddy whenever I spoke to him. Or how the outfits he was picking out for me every morning seemed to get more and more skimpy with each passing day. I didn't notice at first, but when the skirt he picked out for me seemed to barely fall below my ass, I rebelled. I yelled at him, cursing him out and telling him he's not the boss of me.
The punishment he dealt me was swift. He pulled me by the arm over his lap and, for the first time in my life, he spanked me. I mean open-palmed, red-assed swats that met more flesh than cotton over the scanties I sleep in.
It stung and he was fierce, beating my butt until tears welled in my eyes. It stunned me when he finished, breaking my will almost instantly. I wasn't sure how to respond, so all I could do was take the clothes he handed me and get dressed in silent acceptance.
But it wasn't the last time. There were a few times where I raised my voice against him, and each time, he'd say, “You'll listen to your father or you'll get the hand.” And then he'd spank me. As rough and violent as the first time.
And it worked. I shrunk, unwilling to challenge him again. I followed his commands at the drop of a hat, reacting by rote, like a machine designed to obey. And when it went on like that for a while, daddy started taking me everywhere with him, knowing that I'd do nothing to challenge him in public.
It was like he was waiting for my training to hit that point before introducing me to the world. He'd take my hand, lead me about, and I'd nod and mutely follow his commands.
It was not really surprising how much it embarrassed me to the core. My face would burn as I submitted. But what did surprise me was that whenever we got home, I'd check myself to find out I was completely soaked!
Like, drenched, gushing in my panties. It was embarrassing, and I swore to myself up and down I hated how he was treating me, but every time I could feel my body react, I knew deep down I was lying to myself.
The rush of complete submission was the sexiest thing I'd ever felt! The more we did it, the stronger it felt, to the point where I was actively submitting, doing everything in my power to make myself feel inferior to daddy. I did things for him without him even asking, like making him lunch and dinner, washing the dishes, making his bed. I'd do things like sit at his feet when we watched TV, or maybe I'd lay my head on his lap like a child.
There was something in me burning to feel it all over again, even if I had to provoke it myself!
It actually amazes me daddy never took advantage of the situation.
But I might be speaking too soon.
This costume party feels so different from anything we've done together. Daddy seems to have a glow about him, as if he's ecstatic and can barely contain it.
When he told me about it, he made it seem like it was the right time for us to go. He was so happy to pick out the corset for me, including the elbow length gloves he helped me put on and the pearls around my neck that hung perfectly between my cleavage.
My favorite part of this outfit is how the pearls seem to glow orange as my red hair reflects off them.
Daddy must go to these things a lot, because when we walk into the large home on the wealthy side of town, he acknowledges a whole lot of people by name. They all have this snooty sort of accident, like they're high bred or something. It's almost comical listening to them ponder this or that in their entirely too formal speech.
Daddy, though, is debonair as he ad
dresses them. I think his outfit plays into that. He's wearing a black cape around a white shirt, black vest, and slacks. He almost looks like a pirate, or maybe the phantom of the opera. Our outfits go well together, which as we move about the room greeting people, does put me more at ease knowing that I at least look attached to the man who's showing me around.
Showing seems like the right word. He's showing me the house, a house he's intimately knowledgeable of, but he also seems to be showing me off to each person we meet. At first, the greetings are basic, but as we meet more people, daddy starts to command me a little more, telling me to spin around for the people or to lift my arms or to drop them. I comply mindlessly, doing exactly as he says without a moment of hesitation.
Even though it should feel weird, it actually feels entirely normal to react to his voice without thought.
At one point, I overhear him say, “I've finally got her to a good place. I'm excited. It's my first conversion.” The older man he's speaking to clasps him on the shoulder in a congratulatory gesture.
“Conversion? What's that supposed to mean, daddy?”
Daddy looks at me sternly, “Nothing. Mind your own business, babygirl.”
“Uh, I know you're talking about me. I think I deserve to know.”
The looks I get from the people around me is shocking. Not because they're nervous about a fight, or anxious about seeing something that resembles abuse, but because the looks on their faces are a mixture of disgust and annoyance.
It annoys me to see their annoyance. “What? What's your problem?” I ask the woman who's face is twisted in revulsion.
Daddy grabs my arm roughly. “Hey,” he angrily whispers, “you shouldn't speak to me like that, and you sure as hell shouldn't speak to them like that either.”
For some reason, unlike any time before this, I'm no longer running on autopilot. That spark of resistance I had when daddy started controlling me weeks ago ignites into an uncontrollable blaze. “I'll talk to whoever I want, however I want.” My voice raises with each word. “If they're going to act like shitheels, then I'll treat them like that!”