Daddy Demands 2

by Abby Kace

  I cum, my scream smothered by his palm.

  Daddy joins my orgasm moments later with his shaft pulsing between my walls, his seed dripping out of me in rivulets.

  He sets me down at last. “I love you, Princess.”

  I shove his chest, which is like shoving a wall. “You love my pussy.”

  “I love that too.”

  “You’re an animal,” I whisper.

  He dips his hand under my skirt and rubs my swollen folds. “This’ll turn any man into a fucking animal.”

  Another knock on the door. The saleswoman again. “Excuse me, are you okay in there?”

  “We’re fine!” Daddy roars.

  Silence.

  I step around him, thinking to change back into my yoga pants, but Daddy grabs my wrist.

  “Wear that skirt to the register. Wear it until we get home. Don’t argue.” He strokes my cheek with the back of his hand. “I want to know you’re wet for me. I want to feel you whenever I want.”

  My stomach squeezes. “Well, maybe you should wear a skirt too. I wanna know you’re hard for me.”

  He smirks and runs his thumb along my lower lip. “Daddy’s hard for you all the time. My cock is all yours, Princess.”

  I pat down my skirt, blushing all over again. I’m about to walk around in public with no underwear on.

  Daddy holds open the door and beckons. “Hurry. We’re not done shopping.”

  At the register, the cashier notices how red my face is when he scans the tag hanging at my waist. He notices the way I fidget and shift my feet. Daddy glares at him until the cashier clears his throat and looks away.

  We leave the mall and drive downtown.

  Daddy parks in front of an ordinary-looking building with a classy sign that reads, Premium Adult Shop.

  “We need a better toy for your horny pussy,” Daddy says. “This establishment is the best in the city.”

  Establishment. Right.

  Inside it’s bright and airy. The place looks like an upscale lingerie store. Mannequins with lacy stockings stand near the walls, and silky garments line the display cases. A woman wearing an elegant black dress saunters over, introducing herself as Melissa.

  “How may I help you?”

  Daddy puts a hand on my shoulder. “I’m looking for a special dildo that will satisfy this young lady.”

  Melissa doesn’t even blink. “Dimensions?”

  “It needs to train her for my cock. Eight-inches long by two-inches wide should do it.”

  I gape at him.

  Melissa smiles. “We have a product that may suit her needs. This way, sir.”

  Daddy nudges my back. “Come along, baby girl. Don’t be shy.”

  I follow Melissa with Daddy at my heels. We enter a backroom lit by track lights, and my mouth falls open.

  The wall shelves are stocked with massage wands, dildos, and vibrators. Ribbed ones and smooth ones. Different sizes. Different colors. Some are lifelike, shaped into cocks wreathed with veins. My eyes linger on those. I see a shelf filled with toys I don’t recognize, things that look like pearls stringed together.

  Daddy picks out some items as we walk past.

  We reach a counter. Melissa goes behind it and searches underneath.

  I look right and spot whips, riding crops, chains, all kinds of clamps, and even tweezers. Then there’s a shelf filled with—I don’t even know what. They look like flashlights.

  “Those aren’t for you,” Daddy says.

  Melissa brings out a stainless steel case, sets it on a counter, and opens the lid. My pussy clenches. Inside lies a thick dildo the color of skin. It’s ribbed in veins and looks no smaller than Daddy’s cock.

  “One of our finest,” Melissa says cheerfully. “I am sure it will be to her liking.”

  Daddy nods. “We’ll take it.”

  “Would you like any customizations?”

  “I’d like ‘Daddy’ to be stenciled on the side. How long will it take?”

  My face flushes.

  “We have a laser tool just for such purposes,” Melissa says with no questions asked. “Thirty minutes at the most.”

  “Please do,” Daddy says.

  ◆◆◆

  IT’S AFTER SIX by the time we get home.

  Daddy sets down the bags and pins me against the wall. He hasn’t touched me since the dressing room, and I can tell he’s hungry. Holding my hands overhead, he reaches under my skirt, curling two fingers into my pussy while his thumb rubs my clit.

  “Daddy,” I moan.

  “Go to your room,” he says in my ear. “Take off your clothes and wait for me.”

  I hurry upstairs, shedding everything along the way, and sit on my bed with expectation curling through my stomach.

  Daddy enters and rips off his belt, opening his pants to show me his briefs stretched tightly over that hard cock. “Take it out, little girl. Put it in your mouth.”

  There’s no doubt what he means by it.

  I find the flap and reach in, closing my fingers around a pulsing shaft hot to the touch. Daddy’s big cock bounces when I pull him through. He always looks so thick.

  The scent of his musk fills my nose as I close my lips around his crown. Daddy groans, combing his hands through my hair.

  “Will you teach me how to suck you properly?” I ask in a teasing voice.

  “You’re doing just fine, Princess.”

  I sure am.

  His shaft starts to twitch, and Daddy pulls me off. “Are you ready for me?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Get on the bed and spread your legs. Cunt first.”

  I obey at once, opening myself to his inspection.

  Daddy climbs over me and strokes his cock with one hand while he fondles my pussy with the other. Whimpering, I twist into the sheets.

  “No more playing,” Daddy says. “You’re mine.”

  I’m burning for him.

  He thrusts into my pussy making me gasp. I can’t ever get used to the first few seconds, when my walls stretch around his girth. There’s something so unnatural about the sensation of being filled, but I’m still getting used to sex.

  Daddy tastes my nipples as his thrusts quicken. It’s not long before he’s rutting, grunting out dirty words in my ear.

  “I own this tight pussy, gripping me so good, baby girl. Never gonna stop fucking this cunt anytime I want.”

  My cries fill the room.

  Daddy slows, letting me catch my breath. I reach down to stroke the base of his shaft, slick with my juices, and I squeeze his sac.

  “Am I doing good?” I whisper.

  “Perfect.”

  I have to take my hand away as he pumps me faster again, hard and so very deep. I scream when he bites my shoulder, and I clamp my legs around his hips. My orgasm breaks first, and Daddy holds his cock deep in my pussy.

  My walls clench tightly around his thickness.

  “Goddamn, baby girl.” Daddy leans back before he tenses all over and floods me with hot cum.

  “Daddy,” I whisper.

  “Don’t move.”

  He leaves the room and returns with that new dildo he bought, printed with Daddy along the side.

  “Daddy I just came.”

  “I know, baby.” He kisses me. “This goes in your other hole. Show me what a good girl you are.”

  His eyes burn with lust.

  I hold my legs open again, knowing full well where he’s going to put that big silicone cock. He rolls the toy in my juices until it glistens, and then pushes the thing into my rear.

  I suck in a breath.

  The fiery stretch makes me squeal, and Daddy doesn’t stop until only the dildo’s base sticks out of my stretched asshole. With the big toy in my bottom, he licks my pussy until I cum again.

  I’m always shocked by the feeling of cumming so soon after one climax, but Daddy loves to see me writhe.

  We kiss before he pulls out the dildo and rubs my tender rim.

  “All better?”

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nbsp; I nod. “Are we finished, Daddy?”

  “No, baby. Not by a long shot. It’s time for your spanking. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle tonight. You were such a good girl taking Daddy’s cock.”

  I glance down to see his thickness hard and veined, and I just know Daddy will fuck me all night. That’s fine.

  I’m his little slut now and I love it!

  The End

  Daddy’s Game Day

  I walk into the living room wearing black panties and an oversized jersey. I just turned eighteen and I’m moving out soon, but Daddy doesn’t even notice me. Tonight’s our last date night. We’re supposed to go out and watch a movie, then have dinner at a nice restaurant. We’ve been doing it every Sunday since I can remember.

  But my stepdad pays me no attention.

  He’s watching a rerun of last season’s Super Bowl on the couch. He calls it “getting ready for this season’s preseason.”

  I have no clue half the time what he’s talking about.

  Daddy yells at the TV. “What happened to the Giants? How do you go from champs to this fucking mess?”

  I roll my eyes. Last year was the Patriots, now it’s the Giants. He needs to pick a team and stay with it.

  He’s such a slob, stretched out like that, taking up the whole couch with his big frame. But he’s a gorgeous man packed with muscle, a physique he didn’t work for at all. He’s always been strong, and he eats whatever he wants, does whatever he wants. There’s something intoxicating about my carefree bad boy daddy who lets nothing get in the way of his pleasures.

  “Honey,” he says without looking at me, “let’s go out tomorrow instead, I wanna finish watching this game—”

  Daddy turns silent when he sees me in my panties. He sits up, abs flexing through that snug sleeveless undershirt that does nothing to hide his power.

  Finally. Got his attention.

  “Ever hear of pants, Hailey?”

  I plop down on the other couch and rest my smooth legs over the coffee table. Just as I wanted, my big man stares at me all over.

  “Yes, Daddy. I’ve heard of pants. And skirts too.”

  “Go put some on.”

  “Why?”

  “It’s distracting.”

  I flash my eyes. “Distracting?”

  Daddy downs his beer before crushing the can in one huge fist. He stands to his full height. “You can’t wear that in the house with a grown man around.”

  His voice is harsh.

  Flutters roil my belly. I wanted to tease him a little, but I didn’t think he’d react like this.

  Daddy strides over to my couch, those fierce eyes raking across my bare legs. I can’t help staring at the bulge in his pants that grows bigger with every step.

  “Answer me, Hailey. Why are you dressed like this?”

  “I was trying to get your attention,” I blurt out.

  “You have my attention, little girl.”

  He strokes my long hair, and my face ignites. Daddy puts one hand on my chest, squeezing lightly while running his other thumb over my eyebrow.

  “What are you doing?” I gasp. My pussy jolts when Daddy’s fingers grope through my jersey, squeezing my softness, pinching my stiff nipple between two knuckles.

  “No bra?”

  I press my lips together. “No, Daddy.”

  “You’re a woman now,” he growls.

  “I—”

  “Hush, baby.”

  He looks over the swell of my hips as he massages me, that big cock pressing into the front of his pants inches from my face.

  I writhe and buck, my legs spreading almost on their own. I can smell the beer on his breath.

  “Is this what you wanted?” Daddy says. “Get me all worked up?”

  I moan.

  The bulge in his pants swells, and I find myself pushing against Daddy’s hand. My breasts feel swollen, heavy, and my nipples harden into points.

  Daddy slips one hand between my thighs, finds the dampness in my panties, and he growls louder.

  “Has any man touched you before?”

  “W-What do you mean?”

  “You know what I mean.”

  “No,” I whisper.

  “Good girl.” He pulls up my jersey to glare at my bare breasts. “You’re very much a woman now. You’ve been hiding these tits from Daddy far too long.”

  Those crude words, the animal heat in his voice, make me buzz all over. I’ve never had sex, but I’ve gone on plenty of dates, and no guy has ever talked to me so bluntly.

  He’s not just some guy either. He’s my …

  “You’ve been saving yourself for Daddy, haven’t you?”

  I slap him across the face. Daddy touches his cheek before he gives me a wicked smile.

  “That all you got?” he says.

  I swing my hand again, my whole body wound up, and Daddy snatches my wrist so fast I gasp. He kisses my fingers before letting go. My hand seems so small next to his it’d funny if I weren’t caged under his hard body with my breasts exposed and nothing but panties below.

  “That’s enough.” He pins me against the couch. “You can bite and scratch all you want, little angel, but Daddy can take anything you give him. The question is this, can you take what I give you.”

  He won’t back down, and shudders stroke my spine.

  This is really happening.

  Rubbing me through my wet panties, Daddy pulls out his hard cock. The ruddy head juts up and a pearl of cum forms on that dimpled tip. His cock is massive, rugged and beautiful, just like him.

  My pussy clenches.

  “Daddy?” I whisper.

  He growls under his breath and I can’t understand a single word. Lust has thickened his voice into an animal rumble.

  “Daddy!” I yell, reaching for him through the haze clouding his eyes.

  I don’t think Daddy even knows he’s taken his thing out, that thick veined length aimed at my small body. He hesitates for an instant, but it’s too late to go back.

  I flounder in my own desire for Daddy’s hard cock.

  “What?” he says hoarsely.

  We stare at each other in silence. Then the sudden awareness hits us both—my daddy wants to sink his penis into my girl place, and I want him to. As his erection swells bigger, I close my hand around the stalk and glance up from under my lashes.

  He looks in pain, struggling with the raw lust of his needs, and his shaft hardens even more under my fingers.

  “It’s okay, Daddy.” I slip one hand under my panties, rubbing my wet pussy to stoke the fire he lit.

  Daddy’s eyes harden again. “You need to know something, Hailey.”

  I stroke his cock and smile shyly. “What do I need to know?”

  He thrusts through my fist, and I feel the strength in him. He’s like a wild bull, barely restrained. The thought of that massive thing in my pussy makes me shudder, but I put my other hand on him, massaging his shaft with my juices, and I stroke up to his cock head before running my thumb under his groove.

  Daddy tips up my chin. “If you want to be mine, you’ll stay mine. I’m not sharing my little girl with anybody. Understand?”

  “And this cock, Daddy? Are you going to be faithful too?”

  “Yes,” he says through his teeth.

  Daddy thrusts again through my hands, the violence in his erection and the earnestness of his tone startle me. “Okay,” I whisper.

  He pulls away before he yanks my panties down, shoving two fingers into my smooth entrance and rubbing under my front wall. I look down to see my desire dripping out like oil.

  “What a naughty little pussy,” he growls. “So wet for Daddy’s cock.”

  His fingers wiggle in my damp heat, brushing against that bundle of nerves under my front wall. I gasp when he finds my spot.

  “You want my cock don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I whimper.

  “Say it.”

  “I—I want your cock.”

  “Louder.”

  My walls
clench around his fingers. “I want your cock in my pussy!”

  “Good girl.”

  He pulls me to the sofa’s edge before lining up at my slit, both his hands gripping my thighs so hard he dents my flesh. Daddy nestles his cock head between my drenched folds, teasing me for a while, using that massive knob to tap my swollen clit. He pushes apart my outer folds without penetrating.

  I ball my hands as we lock eyes.

  “Wait a second,” I whisper.

  “I’m taking this cunt today.” His voice shakes. “I’m not stopping.”

  “Can you take your shirt off?”

  Daddy grins. “Dirty little girl.”

  I roll my eyes. “I’m naked too you know.”

  Daddy pulls off his undershirt, and my stomach twists at the sight of those muscles stacked over his torso in hard ridges.

  “Like what you see?” he says.

  I nod, blushing.

  “Good. I love what I see.” His eyes sweep over the slopes of my sides. “I’m taking this pussy.”

  Holding my waist, Daddy pushes his cock into my juices without another word, and a hot pinch makes me gasp. Only the tip is inside, but I already feel so stretched.

  “Goddamn baby girl, this little pussy is so tight.

  “Oh Daddy, oh!” I hate how girlish I sound, but the only words leaving my mouth are Daddy and oh.

  “I’m gonna make this fast as I can, baby. Be brave for me.”

  I give a nod.

  Daddy thrusts through my virginity, sliding his cock up my channel to open my tightest depths. He rubs my clit to relieve the discomfort.

  Another thrust brings his balls to my asshole.

  “Daddy!” My cries sound like they’re from someone else. I curl my toes into the carpet, wriggling my hips while his cock pins me in place. My walls are being pulled apart by his thickness, and sharp pleasure slices through my core.

  Leaning down, Daddy holds my thighs open. “That’s a good girl,” he says in my ear. “My little princess.”

  He holds still for a long time, his face knit with agony. Daddy’s so big, and I’m so little, but somehow we fit together.

  When the pain subsides, my feet rise on tiptoes and I squeeze my thighs against his muscled hips. “Go slow,” I whisper.