by Abby Kace
My pussy locks around his thickness and I shudder with orgasm, the heat washing through my belly dizzying. I slump over Daddy’s shoulder in a heap before his cock jerks inside me, pumping out thick seed deep in my pussy.
“Good girl,” Daddy coos. “Such a good little girl.”
“Oh Daddy, you always make me feel so good.”
He kisses my chin with his finger still in my rear. “I think I hear your brother, Princess.”
I pull back. Daddy’s right. My ears are ringing so hard I missed the car outside. That’s Liam’s convertible parking in the driveway. Minutes later he enters our dining room through the back door to see me still straddled over Daddy’s lap.
My brother makes a face. It still makes him a bit jealous to see me with Daddy, but Liam has gotten over it. He kinda had to since Daddy would never give me up, not even for him.
“Can you go one day without fucking my little sister?” Liam says.
“I love her as much as you do,” Daddy says. “Don’t upset Sophie. She needs both of us.”
Daddy’s right about that. I squirm out of his lap and pull down my dress, giving my brother a playful look. “Did you find my ice cream?”
Liam rakes a hand through his hair. “Sorry, sis. I looked everywhere. Nobody has Rocky Road.”
I pout. This must be the first time ever he’s come back empty-handed.
Daddy looks angry. “Your sister asked for a simple thing, son. It’s our job to take care of her every need. And you can’t find some ice cream?”
Liam turns to head out again before I grab his elbow. “It’s fine,” I say sweetly. He’s been driving around for hours already. “We can go out for ice cream.”
Both my men tense at that idea. After they’d made me theirs, neither like it when I left the house, and Daddy even made a rule I can’t leave without their cum in me. Well, his cum is in me so that should be fine.
“Daddy pleeease! We haven’t gone out in ages.”
“It’s not safe,” he says, rubbing my belly.
“Oh my god. We’re in the suburbs. What could possibly happen?”
He grabs my hand and kisses the back. “I don’t know, but …”
“Dad’s right, sis,” Liam says without a hint of humor. “You stay put. I’ll drive to Canada if I have to, we’re gonna get you that Rocky Road.”
I roll my eyes. “Nope. I’m going out, boys.”
“Little girl,” Daddy starts to say in a heavy voice, but when he sees I really want to, Daddy relents. He can’t resist spoiling me at every chance. “Fine,” he growls. “But you’re not going out in that dress. It’s far too short.”
“You bought the dress!”
“For wearing at home, Princess, so we can touch your little holes at our convenience, not for going out. Go on, Sophie, put on something else.”
“You mean something normal?” I tease him.
Daddy gives my butt a sharp smack. “Yes. Panties too. I don’t want anyone to smell what’s ours.”
“I agree,” Liam says, sweeping my hair aside to kiss the back of my neck. “Listen to Dad, sis.”
“Don’t you start too.”
Liam slaps my butt on the other cheek. “Hurry up.”
I twirl out of their pressing bodies and rush upstairs to my room where both my men have fucked me so many times.
In the end I choose a simple sundress with plain cotton panties and a bra. The sundress feels tight across my growing belly, and in a few more weeks I probably won’t be able to fit into it anymore. But for now? It’ll do.
Daddy nods when I return downstairs. The skirt almost reaches my knee.
“Good girl. Show me your panties.”
“Daddy!”
“I need to make sure you’re wearing them.”
“Oh my god.” I flip my skirt briefly and Daddy lets out a growl. “Can we go now?” I say.
“You drive,” Daddy tells my brother.
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WE END UP GOING to Fran’s Diner on Northridge Road. I worked summers here during high school, but I haven’t been inside for a year. They serve the freshest ice cream around, and I’m not surprised to see Rocky Road on the menu. We get a corner booth in the back before a waiter comes by to ask for our orders.
The waiter recognizes me and I recognize him. It’s Jared Kirby. He used to be my shift supervisor at Fran’s.
“Holy shit Sophie,” he says. “I thought you went off to college.”
I blank for a moment. College had been the plan until the night Daddy made me his. Now my men would never let me go off on my own, and I don’t want to anyway. I’m their special princess, and I know they’ll always take care of me.
It’s none of Jared’s business what I’m doing. We weren’t friends to begin with, and I don’t like the way he stares at me. He used to tell me every day how pretty I look, but after I turned down his advances, he gave me the cold shoulder.
“I’m just here for some ice cream,” I say politely, nodding at my men, who glare at him.
But Jared’s never met Daddy or my brother and he doesn’t know how much danger he’s in.
He shrugs. “You’ve been putting on weight?” The distaste in his voice is obvious. “What happened?”
Daddy lunges out of his seat, but my brother beats him to it for once.
“I got this, Dad.”
My heart’s pounding.
Liam with his broad shoulders and muscles would dwarf most guys, but he especially dwarfs Jared Kirby. “You’re talking to a pregnant woman,” he says in a deadly voice. “Pregnant women put on weight. Not that it’s your fucking concern to begin with.”
Daddy nods curtly.
Jared looks like he swallowed his tongue.
“Get us three Rocky Road sundaes,” Daddy says. “And your best pasta dish. Sophie’s hungry.”
Jared swallows then rushes off with our menus.
“You didn’t have to be that harsh,” I say.
Daddy kisses my shoulder. The booth hides us from view to everyone in the diner.
“No one talks to you like that, Princess. You’re beautiful, and these curves just mean you’re expecting too. That little shit is lucky we’re in public or he’d be on the fucking floor.”
Liam grunts.
My heart skips along and I blush like crazy. And when Daddy puts his hand up my thigh, I have to remind him we are in public.
But he keeps his hand there the whole time, feeding me spoonfuls of ice cream while his fingers rub my pussy through my wet panties. All of a sudden I can’t wait until we get home.
And when we do, Daddy tears my dress off in the living room while my brother sheds his clothes before he plops on the sofa with his cock erect.
“I want her pussy,” Liam says. “You had her all morning.”
“Go on,” Daddy says with a pat on my bottom. “Your brother wants to make you feel good.”
I pad over, shy now with both of them glaring at me, and I mount Liam’s cock without a word while Daddy strokes himself behind me. Then Daddy wets his cock with a bottle of moisturizer he keeps on the coffee table, for when he fucks my ass without using my pussy first.
As I ride my brother, Daddy thrusts into my asshole, and they grind me between them, their thick cocks pumping in my holes, and I feel so full, so stuffed with their need. It’s not long before I cry out my orgasm.
Daddy gives my ass a sharp smack. He changes places with my brother before they enter me again. After all, one climax is never enough for my hungry men.
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“THIS IS DELICIOUS,” my brother groans, eating a bowl of the ice cream Daddy made.
It’s been five months since I started showing, and I definitely need to wear the maternity dress Daddy bought—when I’m wearing anything at all, which isn’t often.
I’m in bed riding Daddy’s hard cock, my rear facing him so he can squeeze my ass cheeks. Waiting his turn, Liam sits on his heels in front of me eating ice cream that looks like vanilla.
It’s not vanilla
.
I look down to see my brother’s hard cock leaking cum, and my pleasure heightens.
“Don’t forget my balls,” Daddy says.
I reach down to play with Daddy’s sac while I turn my hips.
“That’s a good girl.”
I’m so lost in pleasure I almost swallow the spoonful of melting ice cream Liam holds at my mouth. “Try it sis, it’s the flavor of you.”
“I am not eating that,” I whine.
Liam pinches my tender nipple as more cum leaks out of his cock. “What’d you put in this again, Dad?”
“I had to use real milk for the most part since her tits aren’t ripe yet, but our princess is getting there. The rest is her pussy juice with some honey.”
I let out a moan. Daddy bought a special dildo with tiny holes along the side, which he uses to collect my wetness. He only needs to leave that toy in me for five minutes before it fills up. Daddy used it to make his ice cream, and I still can’t get over that.
My brother finishes the whole bowl before he wipes his mouth by sucking on my breasts.
“Oh god.”
“Make more cream next time, sister. Dad only had enough to make a small batch this time, and I’m addicted.”
“Nothing tastes better than our little girl,” Daddy growls, thrusting up faster, grabbing my rear with firm hands.
Liam buries his mouth against mine at the same time, still stroking his big cock, and as I rock back and forth, the three of us cum together in a heaping mess.
I’ve never cum harder in my life.
Daddy hauls me off his cock before my brother lies down. Eyes raking over me, they jerk themselves until they get hard again.
I mount Liam’s cock.
When I cum, my juices slick down his thick shaft and warm cream trickles from my breasts. It’s not long before Daddy has his mouth around one nipple then the other, sucking me dry.
My men can’t get enough, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The End
Daddy’s Dirtier Trip
Mallory
My stepdad looks angry, but he stays calm while the hotel manager apologizes for not having our reserved rooms. Daddy had booked two separate rooms for our vacation, but it seems the resort mixed up our reservations with someone else’s. The rooms have been taken.
“I’m sorry, sir,” the manager says in a shaky voice. “The Honeymoon Suite is still available.”
Daddy gestures at me. “Does she look like my wife?”
Leaning on the front desk, I shuffle my feet. I’m eighteen and I look a young eighteen.
Daddy’s wearing khaki shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. Most guys couldn’t pull off that combo in a million years, but my daddy looks good in anything. He’s stylish and trim. The snug shirt hints at a chiseled physique that belongs on a man half his age, but fine lines crease his handsome face, revealing how much older he is than me.
I drop my eyes when I catch myself staring.
“Your daughter?” the manager says.
Daddy grunts.
“I’m sorry, but we have no other rooms available.” He clears his throat. “The Honeymoon Suite has the best amenities in the entire resort.”
“How many beds?”
“Only one. But there are several lounge sofas, very comfortable. Surely you or the young lady can sleep separately.”
Daddy glances at me, and I shrug.
“Just give us the room,” Daddy says.
On the elevator up, I stare at him.
“Don’t even start, Mallory.”
“You need to relax, Daddy. We’re in the Caribbean, but you act like it’s Monday morning at work.”
He gives me a frown before those deep eyes sweep over my body. Besides my white bikini, all I have on are sandals and a waist wrap.
“Isn’t that a bit revealing?” Daddy says.
I giggle. “We’re at the beach!”
He shakes his head, mutters something under his breath.
My face feels warmer.
The Honeymoon Suite is luxurious inside, with a huge bed piled with fluffy pillows. The sofas do feel comfy. There’s a balcony overlooking the white sands and blue waves below, and I step outside to feel a warm ocean breeze on my face.
“The view is amazing!” No answer. “Daddy?”
I turn around to see him on the sofa already, reading something from that stupid tablet notebook he carries around everywhere. I roll my eyes.
“You promised no work!”
“I promised I wouldn’t check my emails on the phone. I didn’t say anything about my tablet.”
“Are you gonna do that the whole time?”
“Do what?” he asks, fingers dancing over the keys.
I drag him to the balcony, showing him the view, and after a while Daddy finally relaxes. His arm slips around my bare shoulder to stroke my hair.
“It’s nice,” he says flatly.
“Nothing impresses you much, huh?”
“You know me.”
“Do I?”
Our eyes connect.
This vacation was his idea. He’s been spending so much time at work the past year I hardly see him anymore. It feels like he’s trying to avoid me, as if he can’t stand being near me, but when we do get together, Daddy acts how he used to be. Sweet and doting, but also strict.
He’s sexy in a way that makes me pulse. Sometimes when I’m alone at night and he’s working late, I’d finger myself to thoughts of his cock. I know I shouldn’t, but nothing gets me hotter than those fantasies. One night, I stole his electric razor from the bathroom, pressing the handle over my clit, and I let the vibrations make me cum.
Daddy looks up from the ocean.
His hand hangs lower over my shoulder, just above my breast. My nipples stiffen, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
“Enjoy yourself,” Daddy says in a quiet voice. “That’s why I brought you here.”
I rub against his hard body and sniff in his scent, that man smell mingling with the crisp fragrance of his aftershave. My breathing turns heavy.
Daddy pulls away suddenly. “Why don’t we get unpacked?” he says.
I watch him check our luggage.
“Who sleeps where?” I ask.
“My little girl gets the big bed of course.”
The way he says little girl makes my chest squeeze, and his eyes seem to linger over my hips.
I’m imagining it, I’m sure, but that doesn’t change the heat in my cheeks or the moisture between my thighs. I gather my nerves.
“You can sleep next to me if you want.” I try to make it sound like a joke.
Daddy throws me a hot glare that could mean anything. Then I notice a rise in his shorts and my heart skips a beat. I blush so hotly I know he can see my color, but Daddy changes his stance before I can be sure.
No way. It wasn’t an erection. No way.
“Sleeping together isn’t a good idea,” he says eventually.
“It was a joke,” I mutter.
Daddy flashes his brilliant smile making my tummy twist. The only thing sexier than his smile is his frown, but I can tell his smile right now is also fake. It doesn’t reach his eyes.
“You settle in,” Daddy says. He glances at the tablet again before meeting my gaze. “Think I saw a bar in the lobby. I’m gonna see what they have.”
I can’t remember the last time Daddy drank alcohol outside of a special occasion. I wonder if this is some new excuse to avoid me. “It’s a little early for that isn’t it?”
“They have sodas.” He leaves before I can even answer, slamming the door after him.
I wait a few minutes before I grab his tablet and dump it in the garbage chute outside.
Forden
I HURRY DOWN THE HALLWAY, walking past two women who smile at me, but I don’t smile back. There’s only one girl on my mind. My little girl.
Barely a woman.
Innocent.
I should be protecting Mallory, not having thoughts about bending her
over the nearest table. I’m losing control. Two weeks ago I dug out a pair of her cotton panties from the laundry and smelled her pussy. Faded. But it was there. And I stroked my cock with her underwear wrapped around my shaft and came so hard my eardrums rang.
Hell.
It’s wrong.
But for the past year she’s made my cock throb. I don’t trust myself to be alone with my princess, which is why I’ve been staying late at the office or hitting the gym every spare hour I have.
I’ve tried everything to flush out my filthy thoughts, but hot lust claws through my guts every time I see her. Even worse now.
That white bikini shows off too fucking much.
She changed into it before we even left the airport, and my cock started leaking the second I saw her lithe shape bared to the whole fucking world. Fucking men were checking out my little girl right as she walked past, and I had to stare them all down while guiding us out the terminal.
Our taxi ride to the resort was torture. Mallory snuggled against my shoulder, and I wanted to nudge her away because I could never get soft with my girl that close, but she looked so happy I didn’t have the heart.
I kept my tablet bag over my lap so she couldn’t see how fucking hard my dick was. While I told her in a calm voice how much fun the beach is, my hidden mind turned darker.
While I warned her about the importance of sunscreen, I imagined ordering the driver to stop and get the hell out so I can rip that bikini off and check her pussy. I pictured her cunt, conjuring up the scent I could almost smell.
I wanted to taste her nectar. I wanted to make her sweat and taste that too.
My cock leaked the whole fucking day, almost made me think we should’ve gone to Norway for a vacation. No damn bikinis in Norway.
This trip was supposed to be my gift for her. She’s been begging me about going somewhere sunny.
Together.
This trip was a mistake.
I get down to the lobby bar and order a martini, no ice. As I’m waiting for the drink, some girl with a jailbait vibe leers at me before she sucks on the draw in her glass, batting her lashes. She doesn’t look old enough to drink.
No reaction from me. I look away only to meet the eyes of a woman, who’s at least around my age. She looks stunning in an elegant tropical dress, with no ring on her finger, but for me her beauty is no different than a good painting’s.
