Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  I couldn’t help but smile. It was sick and perverted and yet... sweet. Romantic even.

  The twisted collided with the beautiful, and I felt my pussy throb with need.

  “I wish you’d come down the hall daddy. I wish you’d teach me how to please you,” I said as I sat back on my heels, my knees spread. My pussy was on wide display as I reached for my bra strap. “Do you wanna suck on my tits, daddy? Feel them get hard against your tongue as you bit and teased them? Feel me whimper and beg for more?”

  “Fuck yes,” came his response immediately. “Daddy is so close to busting down that door of yours and taking you baby girl, you have no idea what you’re playing with,” he said, and I believed him. He was being honest I’m sure, but I did know what I was playing with. That’s the thing. The fire of my daddy’s lusts.

  I smiled at the camera. Should I reveal it to him? Should I let him know that I know who he is, and I know just who I’m playing with?

  I unclasp my bra, letting the fabric fall from me and releasing my breasts. My nipples are already so stiff, and I want nothing more than to tug at them, to tease myself and turn myself on. But more than that, I longed for my daddy’s touch.

  I nibbled on my lower lip, considering my next words carefully.

  “What if I told you that I wanted my daddy to bust that door down and creampie my little virgin pussy? What would you do?”

  I was so wrapped up in the moment, I didn’t realize I’d already pushed him too far. Because as I was speaking to the camera: there he was in my doorway. He’d pushed it open quiet enough I didn’t notice, but then as horny as I was putting on a show for him, I could’ve missed him doing anything but busting it down.

  “You knew. You little tease,” he husked to me, his voice so deep and yummy as he stood there, naked, his rippling, muscular body on full display, cock so stiff and hard as it stood out from his groin.

  He came towards me, that massive body bending over me as he lifted a knee between my parted legs, the bed creaking beneath me as he loomed over.

  “I’ve needed you for so long, and you knew…” he rumbled.

  My breath was caught in my chest, my heart racing as I stared at him wide eyed. I’d awakened the beast, and as much as I wanted him in my bed, it was still so different than I expected. It was just so real. I wasn’t prepared for that, for the scent of him in my nose, for his rough hands on my soft flesh.

  It was so much better than I could’ve imagined.

  I bit my lip as I stared up at him, not sure what to say.

  He held himself up on one arm, as the other hand cupped my cheek, fingers stroking through my hair as he had me pinned beneath him, no way out. Not that I’d ever try and escape him. His dick throbbed, and I felt it smack against my tummy as he looked me over, soaking in my nude body in the flesh, no longer filtered through a camera.

  “Daddy is gonna creampie your little pussy baby. That’s guaranteed,” he rumbled, leaning in and plucking a single, soft kiss from my lips. “Your virginity is mine now. Your everything is mine,” he said as he kissed down my body, moving to my breasts, suckling one nipple as his groin pressed in, grinding his dick to my wet slit.

  I moaned in such pure ecstasy, my body responding to his touch and his mouth with such exquisite sensations. My mind felt cloudy, my body light and prickling with wonderful sensations. My legs spread, letting him get in closer to me, as close as he could as my body arched towards him.

  We were actually doing it… his mouth suckling at my teat, making my perky young tit jiggle. His hand moving down, fondling the other breast before dipping even lower, lower, squeezing my nipped waist, then grazing over my slit. He was actually touching me, feeling that slick pussy of mine that he’d ogled online for so long, teasing me, stoking my own fires higher as he moaned around my sensitive nipple.

  I moaned, the words melting into just pure sound, unable to even form them properly. He had me in such a state of bliss, that my mind had turned off, my shoulders relaxing back as my clit throbbed against his rock hard cock.

  It took me a few seconds to finally form words again.

  “Will it hurt?” I asked, my voice so low and quivering with pleasure and excitement, laced with worry.

  He pulled his mouth off my tit, letting that nipple snap back as he then kissed his way up to my face again, over my collarbone, my neck, nibbling my ear a moment.

  “Yeah baby, it’ll hurt with how big daddy is and tight you are,” he husked, sparing me no detail. “But that’ll just help you remember the special moment your daddy took your virginity, and made you a woman.”

  Maybe that should’ve scared me straight. It could’ve been the final thing that made me change my mind and push him off me. I could run away and never see him again, if I wanted to.

  But all I wanted was to feel just how much he could hurt me. I looked up at him with lidded eyes and lunged for his mouth. I didn’t care about my lipstick getting on him, or how childish he might think my kiss was. I just wanted him to know how bad I wanted him.

  He kissed me back and we were making out madly, like passionate lovers who’d been separated for too long, not like daddy and daughter. And his powerful body rocked over top of me, his hard cock grinding in against my slick little pussy, getting my juices over him, his precum onto me.

  We made out like that for as long as we could take, until he pulled back his hips, and the tip of his cock began to nudge at my tiny little pink slit, making those labia flower around his crown. He broke our kiss to look down at me, as he pinned my two hands to my sides.

  “You’re daddy’s girl,” he growled.

  I nodded my head, my eyes drawn to his cock between my slender legs. He looked so right pressed up against me, and I wanted to see him as he popped my cherry. I glanced up at him as if that was granting him permission before I looked back down to our loins ready to come together, finally. At long last.

  He didn’t waste any time; we’d both wasted enough as is, with our long, twisted courtship. That thick, veiny shaft pushing into me, stretching that narrow little hole of mine open so wide. That pink slit slowly turned a little red from the strain as he stretched me out, his husky groans filling the air as he slipped in deeper and deeper with a steady pace, until at last he just thrust into the hilt to fill me up, those heavy balls slapping my ass.

  My eyes rolled back in my head. I couldn’t tell if there was pain, but I almost passed out from the pleasure. I don’t know if it was purely physical or psychological or what. Whatever it was, it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his ass, holding him there as I got used to the new sensations.

  I felt whole for the first time in my life, that thick shaft filling me like I had no way of imagining before as a virgin. And I got to see him over top of me, rippling muscles all bulging intensely as he looked me over, eyes filled with lust, his dick buried inside me, right to the hilt so that his dark patch of hair pressed to my smooth mound.

  “Fuck, baby girl… nothing’s felt as good as your cunt,” he rumbled before tugging back, my pussy clinging to him as he began to thrust into me, that first pump making my titties jiggle and sway as he grunted in satisfaction.

  He was so filthy, but it was just what I wanted. Just what I needed. I wanted to know how bad he’d fantasized about me, how he stroked himself to the thought of impaling me on his thick cock. I wanted to imagine him thinking about me at his job, getting hard as he made all those important decisions, distracted by the need to fuck me.

  And knowing that now the floodgates had opened, and that he could fuck me as often as he wanted.

  My arms wrapped around his neck as my tits flattened against his chest, our bodies pressed together in carnal, sinful delight.

  He shoved his lips to mine again and we made out aggressively, madly, his powerful body rocking atop mine, those hips pumping his thick daddy dick into me as the loud, wet smacks of our bodies hitting filled the air. He was so big the strain on my little slit
was a bit much, but the pleasure of it all… of finally having what I craved, what I needed, overpowered it all.

  His low, lewd grunts filled the air as he fondled me all over, squeezing and touching, slowly building up to a jack hammering motion of his cock into my pussy that shook my bed and the walls of my room.

  “I wanted this for so long,” I finally whimpered, my lips pressing against his, my body singing with lust and pleasure. I had never in my wildest dreams imagined that I could have this with him. With the one man that was totally off limits to me.

  But dreams do come true, apparently.

  All words were a struggle to get out though amid the moans and squeals he was bringing out of me with that lustful thrusting, his balls battering against my bubbly round ass, his biceps bulging as his hands ran down beneath my back, lifting me off the bed a bit as he fucked me.

  “You’re all daddy wants,” he grunts, and I feel his dick throbbing inside me as he reaches around, his thumb tweaking my clit as he watches my titties bounce.

  Feeling him pleasure me wasn’t the same as when I touched myself. Sure, when I touched myself, I knew exactly where to touch and how hard or soft to go. But with him, he seemed just as in tuned with my body but from a slightly different angle, and with a harder touch that made it even more delicious.

  That big, rough thumb of his making me squeal and moan like I never had before as his dick pistons in and out of me. His body like a powerful, precise machine that was pummeling every nerve in my body with pleasure as I got to admire his chiselled jaw, his rippling physique.

  As I got to ogle my hot dad.

  I was so turned on, so horny for him that it wasn’t long before pleasure started striking through me. It came on so quick it was like lightening, and I screamed, jumping and bucking against him, so eager to escape that insane pleasure while at the same time never wanting it to stop. I was just so turned on, though, and he was holding me in place, making me ride out wave after wave of pleasure.

  I was at his mercy, and he jackhammered into me through my screaming high, making my young body his. He kept it up, through that, relentlessly pleasing me even as I batted my tiny hands against his powerful arm to get him to stop when I grew too sensitive. But it was useless, and before I knew it my toes were curling again.

  “You’re my baby girl,” he growled. “Who’s your daddy?”

  “Ah! Ah!” I cried out, unable to speak, unable to give him the answer he wanted. The answer we both knew was right. Not just figuratively, not just playing around.

  It wasn’t just a fetish. It was real life.

  “You are!” I finally squeaked out, the words sending another jolt through me, our taboo attraction making me cum on his dick one more time.

  And my answer, plus that tight clench of my pussy around his thick cock one more time, was too much even for him. Even for my big, strong, in control daddy. And he tossed back his head, his muscles bulging and tensing as he shook. He rammed his dick into me, filling me, locking his hips there as he roared in pleasure, and thick gouts of virile seed shot into my unprotected little pussy, flooding my fertile depths.

  I knew how risky it was. Maybe that was why I came again, my entire body shaking against his, my pussy milking him of every bit of his virile seed. Maybe I was just a horny young slut, desperate to be knocked up by an older man. Maybe I was just a dumb girl who didn’t understand consequences. Either way, the threat -- or promise -- of him knocking me up made me spasm with pleasure.

  And judging by the way my daddy ground in against me, milking out every last drop of himself into me, I think he liked it too. He moaned, shuddered, showered me in kisses.

  “That’s it baby girl… you’re daddy’s little treasure. And daddy’s gonna knock you up so good,” he rumbled lowly.

  He once more took my breathe away, my head fuzzy with lust and love and affection as my arms tighten around him. He was everything I’d ever dreamed of, everything I imagined my first time could be. I was never more whole or at peace as I was then, laying on my back, legs spread, and my daddy’s cum filling me.

  I didn’t know how it’d go after that. I thought maybe we’d both be too embarrassed to ever talk about it again. Maybe it’d just be pushed down as a dark, family secret. Something we’d both wanted so bad, but once we had it, we were able to resist the urge.

  But instead, I’d taken to inciting him daily. I don’t know whether he tried to fight the urges or not, but every day during his morning meeting, he’d get a snapchat of me fingering myself. Every lunch, he’d get a dirty series of sexts. And on his way home, I’d be spread eagle in his bed, begging for him to hurry as I moaned into my cell phone.

  I like to think, though, that he knocked me up that very first time. I mean, I’m 8 months pregnant now, and the timeline fits. It’s gotten me a different set of fans on my cam shows -- which my daddy still watches -- but it’s made me hornier than I could ever imagine.

  So when he comes home tonight, he’ll find me on all fours, a little jeweled butt plug glimmering between my ass cheeks, begging for him to fuck his pregnant little girl long and hard.

  Karen’s Sugar Daddy

  Book Themes:

  Billionaire, Virgin/First Time, Breeding/Impregnation, DaddyDom, Spanking

  Word Count:

  11,099

  The three of us gathered into our family mansion's foyer. We were standing side by side, as our father had called us down for something very important.

  Olivia sat on the stairs, annoyed by the whole situation, while Christine had her eyes glued to her phone.

  Me? I was worried. This was totally unlike father. If there was any good things to tell us, he would just send us a text, or maybe a phone call. He wouldn't demand we all gather in person.

  I tried to look on the bright side. Maybe he was getting re-married. Unlikely; father was just a wreck in the past few months. Why was he such a wreck? I really had no clue. He was always evasive when I asked.

  He had taken care of us, and we were living in the classiest of accommodations, the Van Hansen Mansion. It had our name on it so you knew it was important. We had landscapers, maids, cooks, and everything that came with fine living like that.

  Well we did. Father had been laying them off, saying he caught them stealing or slacking off. He never replaced them. I had to take to teaching myself how to cook, which honestly, I didn't mind excessively much. It was just odd after being pampered all these years.

  Father stepped in from a side room. He looked terrible, no jacket, and his tie was barely on him properly. His steps were heavy as he came to the front of us. "My beautiful little girls," he began. There was a sobby tone in his voice.

  "What's the matter, Father?" I was first to ask. "Just tell us. The anticipation is killing me."

  He was crying. My sisters perked up at it. "Did someone die?" Olivia said.

  Christine elbowed her. "Don't be so brash."

  "This obviously isn't good news," Olivia replied.

  "I'm broke," he sobbed out. "I'm broke. I have nothing. I have less than nothing, I'm in crippling debt, even."

  All three of us startled at his words. "I thought we were doing fine," Christine asked.

  "I didn't want to alarm you girls. I thought I could turn everything around. I can't now. I'm out of options. I have to sell the estate, everything in it."

  "What about my college fund?" Christine said. "I was supposed to head to Europe in the fall."

  "There's nothing, sweetie. Nothing."

  I didn't know what to make of any of this. I was fresh out of high school myself, graduating only a month ago, and a few months north of eighteen. I had no doubts about what I was - a rich bitch. Like Christine, I was going to have the luxury of a few years to find myself before deciding what I wanted to do with my life. Or so I thought, anyway. Now? I wasn't so sure.

  "We're going to be kicked out of the house at the end of the month," he continued.

  "Why did you wait so damn long to tell us, Daddy?" Olivia w
as pissed and was right in father's face. "We needed time to prepare for all of this."

  "I thought I could fix it, girls. I really did." Father was devastated. Tears, whimpering. I had no doubt that he truly did try. A series of bad investments, making wrong deals, I didn't fully understand how he made his fortune in the first place. "The person buying the house is going to be by in an hour to take a look at it."

  "Is there anything we can do, Father?" Christine said, standing in front of Father. "Anything we can sell to stave this off? We need time."

  "What I owe is far more than selling a TV or a personal collection will deliver, girls. I'm sorry. I've failed you as a father."

  I rushed over and gave him a hug. "I still love you, Father. I know you meant the best."

  I hated seeing him like this. Part of me, though, just didn't want to face the music. I was toast. I had average-ish grades so I wasn't getting any sort of scholarship. We didn't have any rich friends, so there was no one to run to in that regard. What on earth was I going to do?

  Was I going to be waiting tables in mere weeks just to be able to afford ramen or whatever it is poor people eat?

  There was a knock on the door. It opened quickly after. My father turned to face the intruder. "You can't just barge in..."

  "I can. I own this place," the voice was quick, and to the point. "Or will soon, anyway."

  Flanked by a few assistants, the man that came in caught my attention, and caught my attention quick. He was tall, his blonde hair short yet wavy, styled perfectly. He had a fine goatee, groomed and not the least bit ratty. His suit fit perfectly, outlining his fantastically shaped body.

  Despite him looking about forty, this guy was hot. He was absolutely stunning, and my eyes never left him as soon as he had entered the room.