by Abby Kace
My walls stretch around his thick shaft as I writhe in the sheets. “Daddy that feels so good.”
“I know, Princess. Daddy knows how to please your naughty little clitty, but you need to take the rest of my cock like a good girl. Okay?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
The next thrust plunges his cock deep into my clenched pussy. A cry leaves me, and I have to hold his massive shoulders with both hands. A pleasure I’ve never felt before explodes like fireworks in my belly.
Daddy rubs my clit again, waiting until my breathing slows. “You okay, Princess?”
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes!”
“You’re very tight, Amy.” He kisses my chin. “You’ll make Daddy cum if you squeeze like that.”
“I can’t help it!”
“Not much left, Princess. Just a little more.”
Bracing my belly, I give a nod before Daddy’s final thrust touches the roof of my pussy, and I’m stretched so tightly around his massive cock. There’s no space left for his fingers, but Daddy keeps rubbing my clit with the scruff at his base.
I’ve never felt so filled. I love to masturbate with my fingers and a small dildo, but they’re nothing compared to real cock. I arch as he pulls back, dragging on my tender walls, and he slams in again.
My body shakes with a small release.
“Did my princess cum without permission?” He wipes damp hair out of my eyes and gives me a hot kiss.
“You’re so big, Daddy.”
“Get used to it,” he says in a harsher voice. “You’ll take my cock every night. I own everything under this roof and that includes you.”
My pussy ripples at his words, and I buck my hips onto his cock. If being owned by Daddy means feeling this way every night, then I can’t wait to be his good girl. I’ve been waiting for him to take charge, and now he’s claiming me at last.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He stamps my sopping hole with deep thrusts.
Every pump of his cock brings a new sensation that sears my nerves. I wrap my legs around him as the room fills with wet suckling sounds, and my toes curl tightly into the sheets.
Daddy pulls me in for another savage kiss. “If I had it my way, I would never leave this pussy. I’d chain you to this bed and fuck you all day long.” His breathing is ragged. “You will always be my special princess.”
He reaches under to grab my buttocks, dragging me against his heavy thrusts and squeezing roughly with each plunge. “Daddy’s taking your other hole too.”
My eyes shoot wide. “W-What?”
“Oh yes. This ass is mine. Just like your cunt.”
He swallows my cries with one more kiss, and it’s all I can do to hold tight as Daddy pounds my pussy.
I moan, about to cum, but I remember to ask permission.
Daddy smiles, balls deep in my body, grinding against my clit. “Cum for me, Princess.”
The gnawing itch inside me erupts and I feel my pussy ripple around Daddy’s cock. “Oh!”
“Good girl. It’s my turn.” But he holds still for a while, shutting his eyes before pulling out completely.
Flipping my body over, Daddy puts me on all fours with a smack on my rear.
I shudder when he pulls my cheeks apart to slide his tongue against my puckered anus. Sharp smacks jiggle each cheek as Daddy licks between my holes.
“I’m going to cum in this ass first, baby girl. That’ll teach you what happens when you tease Daddy too hard.”
He squats around my buttocks, gripping my bottom with his sturdy thighs, and he wraps one hand in my hair as the other spanks my ass over and over.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
“What a plump little ass,” Daddy growls.
Then I feel his cock head at my ring, and I tense every muscle as Daddy thrusts into my passage.
“Oh baby girl, I should’ve made you mine right after your sweet eighteenth. I should’ve opened these tight little holes right then.”
Daddy plunges deep.
I scream.
He pumps me hard and fast, my vision blurring at the edges as I bend under the force of his cock. Each impact knocks me forward. At the same time Daddy rubs my pussy with one hand, flicking my swollen clit.
My throbbing asshole clinches around Daddy’s girth as jolts of pleasure shoot up my spine.
Daddy roars, squeezing my buttocks, and his cock jumps between my walls, flooding my passage with hot seed. He kisses the raw skin of my bottom before rolling me on my back again.
I stare up through a fog.
Sweat covers Daddy’s chest, and the muscles of his torso scrunch together as he strokes that thick cock. I suck in a breath at the sight of him going hard right before my eyes.
“Give me your pussy, Princess.”
I part my swollen folds with two fingers, showing Daddy my pink membranes already so creamy. “I’m ready, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
Grabbing my waist, Daddy lines up his cock and slides in slowly. This time I feel no pain, only a deep pleasure that swells when his massive tip rubs past my spot. I clench with a gasp. Daddy winces from the sudden tightness and slaps my breasts.
“Ow! What’s that for?”
He kisses my nipples to soothe the sting. “Nothing, baby. Your tits looked too good.”
I roll my eyes, but I let Daddy tongue my breasts to his heart’s content. Rough and sweet—that’s how Daddy loves. I’m learning that already.
Then he bends back with determination in his eyes, and my chest flutters.
Daddy pushes every inch of his cock into my pussy with one thrust. I clutch his rippling shoulders and toss my head back. The strength of his body stuns me to mewling whimpers, and once Daddy has buried himself to the base, he pumps steadily in my juices.
The bed creaks under us. The headboard knocks the walls.
My pussy sops and squishes as Daddy drives me with his whole cock.
Every thrust hits my spot.
I cry out and whine, claw at his chest and thrash my legs. The pressure makes me see stars. I cum once, but Daddy keeps pumping as I spill into another orgasm, waves of pleasure and agony washing through my body.
A sharp scream rattles my throat before Daddy covers my mouth with his big palm. “Everything all right, baby girl?”
He lifts his hand so I can answer.
“Yes, Daddy!”
The hand clamps shut again to muffle my cries as Daddy’s big cock pushes and pulls inside my tight pussy. The rhythm scorches me. He pins me flat against the bed and mashes my breasts as his cock sinks to the balls, and Daddy holds himself between my slick walls until I feel him tense all over.
The hand on my mouth slips off.
“Daddy!” I cry.
“Take it, baby girl. Take my seed.”
I feel his cock spasm as warmth blasts my roof while Daddy grinds over my body. I keep my legs clamped around his middle and savor the heat rushing through me in waves.
After a long time he pulls out, plants a kiss on my forehead, and runs his thumb over my mouth. “Good girl.”
I feel a twinge of relief as my pussy throbs. I’ve lost track the number of times Daddy made me climax, but a girl can only take so much. His cum trickles out of my hole as I snuggle against Daddy’s hard chest.
“You’re sore aren’t you?” he asks.
I give a shy nod.
“It’s okay, baby girl. I’ll make you feel better.” He cups my pussy to massage my tender folds and clit. “Better?”
“Oh Daddy, just like that.”
“We’ll let this little pussy rest, but you will have some new responsibilities around the house starting tomorrow.”
“More chores?”
“You need to do your part in this house,” Daddy says firmly, the heel of his palm rubbing my clit. “I will fuck your holes every day. I will lick this sweet pussy every night before you go to bed.”
“Yes Daddy,” I say at once.
He pinches my clit making me gasp. “Every morning, you’ll put your c
unt on my mouth, I want to wake up with your juices all over my tongue. If I tell you to suck my cock, you’ll do it. If I want to fuck your ass, you’ll get on all fours like I showed you tonight.”
His cock hardens against my thigh and his hand on my pussy moves faster.
My face burns. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
I close my eyes and rest, savoring the afterglow of orgasm. Other than my tender holes, I’ve never felt so good. It’ll take some time to learn my new responsibilities, but Daddy made me his and nothing can change that.
I love it.
The End
Ice Cream with Daddy and Step
“Sophie!” my stepdad calls from downstairs. “We’re ready for you.”
I fluff out my hair one last time in the dresser mirror before rushing downstairs in my new maternity dress. I’m only two months along, and the bump in my tummy barely shows, but Daddy wanted to be ready. So did Liam, my stepbrother. I could write a book on how my men made me theirs only a few weeks after I turned eighteen.
But I won’t. What happened happened, and I have zero regrets.
When Daddy found out about the fruit of our forbidden love, he doted on me even more than before, and I’ve never been more spoiled.
I strut into the kitchen where Daddy’s baking a cherry pie, which I love as he knows. I’m putting on weight like crazy on my small figure, which only makes him more lusty.
“It fits, Daddy.” I twirl around in my new floral dress. Daddy calls it a maternity dress, but it reminds me more of a princess nightie. The skirt is kinda short, but that’s to be expected because Daddy loves it when I dress up as a princess.
He nods with approval.
Daddy wears dress pants and a slim-fitting shirt that hugs his muscled physique. His tall, hard presence towers over my small body, and it always makes me blush to picture how we must look like in bed.
He wags a finger toward him, and I pad over in my slippers.
Lust darkens his eyes as he rubs my belly through the loose dress. “You look beautiful, Princess.”
“The skirt is so short,” I whine teasingly.
“I know it is,” Daddy growls. “You don’t need to hide your figure, little girl. You’ll always be my beautiful princess.” His hand dips under my skirt to rub my smooth pussy. “And you won’t be hiding this.”
A squeak leaves me. I was already wet, but Daddy’s touch brings out new desire.
“Such a wet little pussy,” he says, sliding a finger into me while his thumb circles my clit. “And always so tight.”
I stifle a smile. “It’s not me, Daddy. Your cock is too big.”
He runs a finger through my hair. “Any dick would get big at the sight of you.”
“Oh stop it.”
Daddy nuzzles my neck as he cups my wet pussy, grinding his palm against my clit. I feel myself leaking all over his hand.
“You’ve always been a naughty little girl,” Daddy growls. “That’s why I had to make you mine. Daddy couldn’t risk his precious princess falling in with the wrong sort.”
“Oh?” I moan. “Wrong as in a boyfriend?”
“No boyfriends for you,” Daddy growls. He gives my pussy a light slap. “Two hard dicks wait on you in this house, and you’re staying where you belong.”
“Yes, Daddy.” It always makes me crazy hot when Daddy gets super possessive.
“W-Where is Liam by the way?” It’s not like my brother to be away on a Sunday afternoon.
“He went to get more of that ice cream you like. He’ll be back shortly.”
“Okay.”
“Meanwhile, the two of us will play just like we used to, baby girl.”
A jolt shoots through me. It was Daddy who took my virginity, and my brother joined in later when he caught me naked one night tiptoeing toward Daddy’s bedroom. Let’s just say I never did reach Daddy’s bedroom.
Liam made me scream so loud that night.
Daddy rubs over my belly bump again before planting my hands on the kitchen counter, ordering me to bend forward while he flips up my short skirt. I spread my feet a bit and shudder at the sensation of his fingers delving between my cheeks, roaming between my pussy and asshole.
“Hard to believe these little pink holes can take so much cock,” Daddy says.
I roll my eyes, blushing hotter than ever. “They stretch,” I say haughtily. “You know all about that, Daddy.”
A light smack stings my right cheek. “Yes I do, Princess.”
Daddy teases me for a while, his fingers teasing along the cleft of my ass, and he strums my clit while I sink to my elbows. Then he spanks me on each cheek.
“What’s that for, Daddy?”
“I don’t need a reason to spank this bubble butt.” Another smack jiggles both cheeks. “Do I?”
“No Daddy!”
“You like it, don’t you?”
“Yes!” I squeal as another hit thwacks my bottom. Nothing gets me hotter than Daddy losing control like this. Before he found out about my bun in the oven, he’d bend me over any surface and spank me hard whenever he felt like it, and it always made me so very wet.
“Such a naughty girl.”
I chew my lip as more spanks heat my rear, one cheek then the other, then both. My swollen breasts start to bounce and I let out a yelp. Daddy pauses every few smacks to rub my tender bottom while stroking the hard cock jutting through his zipper.
By the time he stops, my bottom glows with heat and my juices streak down my inner thighs.
“Turn around,” Daddy demands.
I do as I’m told, flushed all over.
“Hold up your skirt and keep your feet apart.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
When he sees my opening, the fist around his cock moves faster, and Daddy puts his other hand under my pussy to catch the cream dripping out of me.
“Your cunt tastes sweeter than sugar,” Daddy says, licking his palm. “I should’ve started breeding you sooner.”
A whimper leaves my mouth, the tugging sensation between my folds unbearable. He knows exactly how to turn me on.
“Don’t drop that skirt, Princess,” Daddy says in a stern voice.
“I won’t, Daddy.”
My hands shake from the heat rising through my belly, but I keep my grip firm on the front of my skirt while Daddy rubs his finger along my slit. Every few seconds he pinches my pulsing clit. When my knees bend in, Daddy smacks my pussy. Then again.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
His palm gets wetter every time he pulls away.
His breathing is ragged, but Daddy stays in control like he always does, and I know he won’t fuck me with that huge cock until he’s sure I’m ready.
“Tell me, little girl, do you like to be spanked on the pussy or ass more?” Daddy runs his thumb over my breasts. “How about these titties?”
I have to make an effort to stay standing. “Anywhere, Daddy, as long it’s your hand.” And I mean it too. My brother tried to spank me once, but he did it too hard, and then too soft. When I need punishment I always go to Daddy.
“Baby girl, you are just too precious.”
I shiver when he says that because I hear the meaning in his voice. He doesn’t just love me as his naughty little girl, he loves me as a woman, and for an instant we are equal. He’s my man and I’m his woman, but I don’t want Daddy to be my equal, not when we’re together like this. I want him in charge.
Daddy puts on a crooked smile before the soft affection vanishes from his gaze. He can read me so easily. “Are you ready to be Daddy’s little cum slut, Princess?”
“Yes,” I say, and I’m so embarrassed at how eager I sound. Daddy had been training me to please him in all kinds of ways before I got pregnant.
“Good girl,” he says thoughtfully. “Tits up.”
I stick my chest out as Daddy slides down the dress’s shoulder straps, exposing my puffy breasts. He squeezes each one gently before sucking on
my nipples, then stands back with a satisfied expression.
“You know,” he says casually, “I read once there is such a thing as breast milk ice cream. We will be making some from yours, only for me and your brother of course.”
“Daddy!” I can’t tell if he’s serious.
He nods along like it’s perfectly normal to want ice cream made from his little girl’s milk. “Perhaps,” he says, “we will sweeten the flavor with your cunt juice.”
My pussy clenches so hard I gasp.
Daddy did buy a new ice cream maker last week, but he told me it was in case the store runs out of my favorite Ben & Jerry flavor, not to make ice cream from me!
“What do you think, Princess?” Daddy growls, stepping closer.
“Daddy you’re being crazy!” I glance down at his cock that’s leaking so much cum a puddle has formed on the hardwood floor. “You shouldn’t steal my milk,” I whine.
“Now, now. I own those tits don’t I?” His voice darkens. “Don’t I?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say hastily. Then I think of a curt reply. “Well you told me once I own your balls and cock, but you don’t see me trying to make popsicles from your cum!”
“Do you want to?”
“Oh my god.”
Taking me by the hand, Daddy leads me to the dining room table, where he sits first before straddling my body on his cock.
“Down,” he commands.
I feel his thickness splitting me apart as I sink to the base, and my folds flutter as Daddy bounces me slowly on his big cock.
“That’s a good girl,” he growls. “A pussy this wet needs to be fucked often. We’ll talk about your breast milk later—when the time comes.”
And the wicked glint in his eyes tells me he wasn’t joking at all.
I ride out the waves of pleasure shocking through my body, and every time my clit grinds on his base, my walls clench tighter.
“You close?” he growls with two palms on my bottom.
“Yes, Daddy.” These days it never takes me long to cum, but that doesn’t mean the orgasms are any less intense. Daddy knows my body so well he can make me cum in minutes—or an hour. Today it feels like minutes.
He leans in, those deep eyes narrowing. “Cum for me,” he says, plunging one finger into my asshole.
