by Skye Darrel
I pout and fumble at the zipper. Daddy has to help me. The whole time I’ve been wearing it, and it sticks to my body. When I’m naked, he pulls me across his lap.
“What are you doing?” I moan.
He rubs between my ass cheeks, then lower into the heat between my thighs. I feel his fingers push into my pussy. His thumb hooks into my asshole. He squeezes, prodding both my holes. Daddy’s hard cock throbs under my belly.
He holds me by the neck and kisses between my shoulder blades. “Naughty little girls need to be spanked.”
A sharp slap cuts off my moans. My buttocks jiggle to his palm, and thwacks fill the air. His hand is rough, stinging my cheeks. And each slap makes my body pulse. He spanks me harder and harder, and I cry out, squirming over his lap.
“Naughty. Little. Girl.”
He stops and sweeps my hair over one shoulder. He rubs my tender rear before his fingers slide back into my slit, rubbing at my spot.
“Santa’s not going anywhere,” Daddy growls. “And this naughty little girl is getting back on my cock, get her tight little pussy wrapped around my cock.”
I moan, clenching on his finger. “Yes, Daddy!”
Daddy pulls me up. He holds up his huge cock and slaps my hip. “One more time, baby girl. You cum for me one more time, and I’ll let this pussy rest. Get on the floor and spread your legs for Daddy. I want to see your pretty little cunt.”
As Daddy strokes his cock, I lie down on the carpet and spread my thighs. He glares down, inspecting my arousal, his hand a fist around that thick stalk.
“I’m ready,” I whisper.
“Good girl.”
Daddy kneels between my thighs and rubs up my sides. He kisses each of my breasts, then wraps my legs around his hips. He lowers his thick cock, sliding into my channel, filling me one more time.
I feel the hot stretch, the delicious heat. I clench and toss my head back, twisting and moaning. Every thrust pushes me higher. I feel a new orgasm gnawing up my walls, simmering inside me, and I close my eyes and bite my lip, savoring the rush of heat in my belly.
Daddy’s cock pumps in and out, his hands planted at my waist. My walls constrict and I whimper as he pounds me even faster. Harder and deeper, slamming through my juices. My breasts fling to the rhythm of his thrusts, until Daddy grabs my soft flesh and mashes them.
“Cum for me,” he growls.
My body snaps as I gush over his cock, screaming out my climax. I arch off the carpet into Daddy’s embrace.
Holding me, he falls back. His arms wrap around me, and he thrusts up hard. I’m screaming, clawing down his back. I feel him tense, and his cock jerks between my quivering walls.
Daddy sprays his hot seed deep inside me.
We slump down together, and he holds me firmly. I lie in Daddy’s arm for a while. We’re spread out on the carpet, catching our breaths.
He kisses the top of my head. “Good girl.”
I run my hand over his cock, finally softening. “Does that mean I’m off your naughty list?”
His hand glides over my ass. A light slap falls on my bottom. “Not yet, baby girl.”
“But—”
He slaps my ass harder. “Hush. You’re a long way from getting off the naughty list. Your punishment isn’t over.”
“P-Punishment?”
He rubs my pussy gently. “A naughty girl needs to take plenty of cock to get on Daddy’s good list.”
“Oh.” If that’s what he means, then I don’t mind at all. “Okay, Daddy.”
“And spankings.”
I gulp. “Y-Yes, Daddy.”
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It’s snowing outside, midnight on Christmas. I’m lying in bed with my legs spread. All my pillows bunched up under me. I ball my hands and hold them under my chin, watching Daddy lick my glistening lips. Every few seconds, he flicks his eyes up and leans back to stroke his hard cock.
The cookies should’ve worn off three hours ago. He hasn’t stopped. He’s made me cum twice already, and his huge cock leaks out strands of cum on my pink bed sheets.
We were supposed to eat Christmas dinner with the Burtons next door. We’ve been neighbors with them for years. Daddy called it off at the last minute. He had me to look after. Oh, I’m still on his naughty list, all right. Daddy made a delicious meal, and we shared the leftover cookies. We left our dishes on the table. He took me in his arms and carried me to my room. On my bed, he pulled me over his lap.
Then the spanking began. And each time his palm smacked my rear, my body jolted harder. Heat flushed over me, and my juices slicked out between my thighs. I got so wet he had to stop. I was slipping off his lap. Daddy said he’d lick me dry, and he’s been doing it since.
He’s only making it worse. The sheets under my ass are soaked.
I whimper and twist, but he holds down my hips. I think he stopped caring an hour ago. He just wants me on his mouth. My face feels like fever, and every inch of my body buzzes with need.
Suddenly he stops. “Baby girl, your pussy is so fucking sweet. Are you enjoying your punishment?”
“Y-Yes, Daddy. It feels good.”
“That’s a good girl. Now I need you too. My balls are boiling with cum and I want you to suck my cock, baby. I want you to put those pouty lips around me. Understand?”
Heat crawls up my neck. “I’ll try, Daddy.”
“I’ll tell you what to do, baby. I’ll tell you how to please your daddy.”
The way he talks to me drives me wild. Like I belong to him completely. Like I’m his little slut. “I’ve never done it before,” I whine.
“Don’t you worry. I know you can do it, baby.” He strokes himself and sits back on his heels. The muscles in his stomach flex into ridges. “You’re a good little girl.”
Oh god. My pussy pulses.
Daddy pulls me forward and lowers my head on his huge cock, wreathed with veins, hot to the touch.
“Open your mouth, baby. Breathe through your nose.”
I follow his every instruction, hunched over on my knees, and Daddy slides his thickness against my tongue to the very back of my throat. His musk smothers my taste buds. Manly. Thick. Strong. Nothing’s tasted so good.
“Good girl,” he growls, combing his fingers through my hair. Another hand reaches under to squeeze my breasts. “Use that tongue, baby.”
I do my best to lick over the underside of his cock, but he’s too big for me to do much else. Daddy groans as I take him again to the very back of my throat. I rest my hands on his thighs and nod over him, my moans muffled by his meat pulsing in my mouth.
His hand in my hair tenses. The hand on my breast digs. “That’s it, baby girl. Use that naughty mouth. Milk out Daddy’s cum.”
I pull back a little and run my tongue around his cock head. Daddy’s thighs shudder.
“Fuck!” He thrusts against my throat making me gurgle. “Oh, baby girl. My beautiful little cocksucker.”
I pull my head off and gasp. “Daddy, don’t call me that! I’m your daughter!”
He pulls me forward for a kiss. “I’m being honest, baby. You suck a real good cock.”
I moan as he pinches my nipple. “Well, I’ve had enough. Spank me if you want, but I’m not going to be your—your cocksucker.” Just saying the word makes my face burn. I pout and puff. “You can’t punish me like this.”
“How do you want to be punished?”
“In my pussy.” I bite my lip and flicker my lashes. “Put it back in me, Daddy.”
He holds my chin. “I will—after I claim your other hole.”
“Huh?”
“Get on all fours, Princess. I’m taking every part of you, and I haven’t fucked that ass yet.”
“Daddy!”
“No complaining. You’ll take me in every hole. I’m going to make you feel good in a new way. Tonight, you’re Daddy’s little princess and his obedient slut. Get on all fours, baby. I want to see those tits hang and that ass up.”
His words light another fire in
my belly, and I scramble to my hands and knees. Arching my back, I buck into the air before Daddy even touches me. I glance at his muscled frame and the swollen cock in his hand, and I whimper again. I can feel the air on my rear hole. I pucker in anticipation of his huge cock inside me.
So wrong, but there’s no denying my daddy, his handsome face snarling with lust.
“Beautiful,” he growls, moving behind me. “Such pretty pink holes.”
The blood pounds in my ears, and my ass goes tight as he squeezes each cheek. A droplet of sweat rolls off my chin.
“I’m going to cum in your ass first, Emily. Then you’ll take me in your little pussy. Both. And then, when you cum like a good girl, I’ll strike you off Santa’s naughty list.” He slaps my buttocks. “Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy!”
He bends down, caging me under him. He teases his cock head up and down my folds, touching off sparks at the base of my pussy, then up in my tender clit.
“What . . . what are you doing, Daddy?”
“Stay still. I’m covering my cock in your sweet honey. You don’t want me going in dry, do you?”
I shake my head quickly.
“That’s right, baby. I’m going to fuck this ass hard. Make you mine in every way.”
I moan at his filthy words even as I rear back.
Daddy growls in my ear as his cock finds my tight asshole. I hold my breath, shuddering as tingles shoot up my spine. He squeezes into me, and I feel my ring stretching apart. The pressure makes me whimper as he forces his cock through. I feel a sudden pop and cry out, jerking forward.
Daddy holds my shoulders. “Stay still, baby. You’re not getting away.”
I arch sharply, rolling my cheeks around his thick cock driving into me.
“Daddy!”
“Shh. It’ll feel better soon.”
“Oh . . . ”
I feel his cock throbbing as he pushes deeper, stitching fire in my walls. Then he swings his hips, and his cock slams into my asshole, every inch buried in my flesh. I scream. My muscles strain and ache. He’s so thick, dragging on my walls, boring into me. Daddy makes me feel like a slut and princess. His naughty little girl.
His.
“Open wide, baby. Give me this tight little asshole.”
“I’m trying,” I moan. The more he pushes, the more I clench around his cock. “You’re too big!”
“You’re too tight,” he growls.
I feel a hot kiss on the back of my neck. “Oh god.”
“I love you, baby girl. I want you to feel everything. I want you to cum every way. You’re mine forever. Get used to my cock. You’ll be taking it every day from now on. You’ll cum for me every day like a good little girl.”
I buck back, feeling his abs tensing over my back.
He starts to thrust, gently at first, then faster and longer, slamming into my ass. My body adjusts. I feel my walls pulsing, eager to receive his thrusts. His cock pries me open. The room fills with the fleshy slaps of his hips on my ass.
“That’s it, baby girl.” He drags his tongue over the rim of my ear. “Open this ass for my cock. I’ll help you cum.”
He slides his hand under my belly to my dripping pussy, and my eyes shoot open. Daddy teases my clit as he thrusts into my rear. He pinches my tender nub each time he plunges, making me moan and shudder.
“Who owns this pussy so wet on my hand?”
“You do,” I breathe.
“Who owns this ass so tight for my cock?”
“You do!”
“Good girl,” Daddy rasps, thrusting deep. “I love your tight little asshole, baby. You want me fucking you here, don’t you? Oh, baby girl, you’re trying to suck me in deeper. You want more. You need more.”
I cry out in pleasure and push back, and the feeling of Daddy’s thick cock makes me moan and twist my hands in the sheets. He shouldn’t be back there. He shouldn’t have his penis there, but god it feels so good.
He thrusts in and out, each time shifting his cock so it hits a different spot. The force of his thrusts tug on my walls, and his balls slap against my pussy.
The lightest touch skims over my clit. One touch too many.
I’m shattered, screaming, shuddering with orgasm. My asshole quivers and my empty pussy clenches wetly. I sink to my elbows and pant for air.
Daddy rolls my ass cheeks in his fingers. “Good girl. But Santa’s not finished.”
He turns me on my back.
I look at Daddy and wipe the sweat out of my eyes. Chiseled abs, powerful shoulders, and a fierce, lust-crazy glare that slices through me. His dark hair and stubble are tousled. His cheeks sink in as he snarls. Not the Santa I grew up with.
“Give me that pussy, baby girl. I’m going to cum in you one more time.”
Moaning, I spread my thighs slowly. My folds are flushed pink and still creamy with his cum from earlier. “I’m ready, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
He slides into me, gritting his teeth. Heat shoots into my belly. I’m too sensitive after my climax, and his huge cock stretching me again locks me into a rictus. I thrash against his muscles, hovering on the edge between agony and pleasure. With his cock buried halfway, Daddy kisses my throat and suckles my breasts. He soothes me. He rubs over my clit gently.
I come back to life. My walls grip him in a tight glove. I look down to see sweat trailing down our bodies and his cock glistening with my juices.
“All of me,” Daddy grits out, sliding deeper bit by bit, sending me higher.
“Ohhhhh.” I turn my face to the side, and Daddy hooks his thumb in my mouth. I suck it like it’s his cock.
Then I feel his sac on my throbbing asshole.
“That’s it, baby girl. One more time. Cum for me one more time. He pumps me slowly in deep strokes. The tip of his cock rubs my deepest place. “That’s it.”
My feet rise in the air, and that itching ache builds in my pussy. Only a few thrusts. I’m at the edge again, my toes curling in the air.
I feel him tense.
He hasn’t cum in a while, and my ravished pussy strangles him with need. Daddy takes his thumb out of my mouth. He crushes his lips against mine. He fills my pussy to the brim, holding perfectly still as he rubs on my clit. His bites the crook of my shoulder, pinning me under him, wedged between my thighs.
I spill over the edge. The most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt explodes through my body. I let out a scream, trembling, and my eyes roll back.
Daddy grunts, and I feel his cock jerk inside me. The tension in him snaps. His cum jets out in pulses, splashing my walls. Scalding hot. My ass pulls tight as I buck up. A spurt of cum puffs on my cervix. I gasp.
“Fuck,” he growls.
My tummy tightens and loosens as he pulls out. I’m soaked. The glaze in Daddy's eyes finally melts. He’s sated. So am I.
Christmas Eve with my big man.
Wrong.
Perfect.
He takes me in his arms and plants a kiss on top of my head. “You’re off my naughty list, Princess. But tomorrow, show me the stuff you put in your cookies.”
“Oh, great. What about next year?”
Daddy strokes my hair. “I can think of a few ways for you to stay on my good list, little girl.”
I bet he can.
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When I open my eyes, it’s Christmas morning. I see Daddy staring down at me, still holding me in his arms. I wince as I snuggle in his arm. Yesterday feels like a dream, but we’re both naked lying in my bed with the princess covers. It’s no dream.
“You okay, baby girl?”
I’m sore all over, like the morning after the worst workout of my life, and my pussy feels very tender. Daddy rubs me down there.
“Yes,” I breathe.
I blush hotly as I recall everything he did to me, how he’d put his cock in my rear. I can’t even look at him. My eyes stray to that thick cock resting on my thigh. Big even when soft. I squeeze him a little, and Daddy flinches. He must feel the s
ame way.
“Come on, baby girl. We can’t stay in bed all day.”
I smile dreamily. “Can’t we, Daddy? Pleeease?”
He slaps my ass lightly. “You’ll feel better on your feet. I promise. And we need a shower.”
“Oh Daddy, you made a mess in my bed.”
“I’m not the only one.”
We clean up and shower. Daddy stays by my side through it all. He’s so possessive now, growling all the while, squeezing my breasts, rubbing my pussy. In the shower, his cock hardens to full size. He lathers me with lotion, washing up and down my legs. He takes a long while with my private parts, sliding his finger between my folds, massaging the rim of my asshole. I blush and whimper.
Daddy smiles at me, shampooing my hair. “You’re beautiful.”
I stroke him slowly and smile.
In the kitchen, I show Daddy the vial of Vitatrol. There isn’t much left. When he unscrews the top, a whiff of vanilla and cinnamon hits the air.
“Baby girl,” he says sternly. “You are not to talk with Esther again. I have a mind to report her right now.”
“But Daddy!”
“That’s final, Emily.” He tips my chin up. “I love you. I’m protecting you. You were a naughty little girl. This stuff could’ve been dangerous.”
But it wasn’t! But, I know better than to argue with Daddy. I cross my arms and huff. “Fine.”
Daddy dumps the rest into the sink. “No more Vitatrol. No more aphrodisiacs. We don’t need it. I don’t need it.”
My chest swells. “You don’t?”
“Baby girl, I’ve always loved you.”
“But . . . not like . . . last night.”
He winks. “Maybe not. But that’s a good thing, isn’t it?”
I blush. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Merry Christmas, little girl.”
We hug, and I’ve never felt more loved. But I need more. I rub against him. Daddy starts to growl, and it’s not long before he gives me what I crave.
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Winter break rolls by fast in Daddy’s house. I spend every hour with him, and Daddy was right, he doesn’t need anything. Just stroking my hair gets his cock hard. Just lying against him makes him want me. And he fucks me a lot. Sometimes, we’d be snuggled together on the sofa watching the snow outside, and I’d feel him stir against my body.
