Big Beautiful Little

by Ava Sinclair

  Tiffany’s bottom went from white to pink to cherry red in a matter of moments. She struggled to keep her position as Lance began to alternately spank the undersides of her buttocks, lifting the fleshy mounds with each searing crack of the paddle.

  Tiffany was bawling now—a protracted, infantile cry. But running through the intensity of the pain was a thread of comfort. He was doing this for her own good, because he loved her.

  * * *

  He put her in the corner, where she stood like the good little girl she was, holding her skirt off her bright bottom. When he decided she’d been there long enough, Lance picked her up, carried her to the bedroom, and undressed her before laying her on the bed.

  She did not cover herself, but lay there, all softness and curves—a lush childlike goddess, her youthful innocence and sensual allure the perfect sexual formula.

  He could tell by the way she watched him with such adoration that she would always have to remind herself that he was okay with her weight, that she’d have to remind herself that he loved her, cherished her, and had always seen the beauty she was just beginning to realize.

  He’d reinforce this message every time he fucked her—every time his hands roamed her full bottom, the swell of her belly, every time he squeezed her thick thighs, telling her how soft they were, how good they felt on either side of his head when he ate her pussy. He’d reinforce it each time he told her how he loved her breasts, he said, so heavy and full, how he loved licking the large nipples. He’d tell her—sincerely and every chance he got—how he loved the feel of her plump arms and legs around him, clutching him tightly as he fucked her. He loved how she could take it—take it all. She was his cushion, his soft place, he told her. She was his perfect, plush little girl. And he loved her.

  Tonight was the night he would take her ass. He’d been training her, and she’d loved secretly wearing the plugs in her ass as she went to the market or to a meeting.

  Over time, she’d adjusted, until she’d finally worked her way up to the largest plug. It still wasn’t as large as her daddy’s cock, but she was looking forward to the extra stretch, of enduring the pain, of submitting to it, to him.

  He was naked now, his cock already large from where it jutted half-mast from the nest of dark curls. Lance pulled the blanket away from her.

  “Spread your legs, princess,” he said, and she obeyed, parting her thighs wide.

  “Now touch yourself. I want to see your fingers on your pussy. I want to see you make yourself wet for daddy.”

  His words alone already had her juices flowing; when her fingers moved between her thighs, she found herself all but dripping with need. She spread the shaved pouty outer lips, exposing the glossy, swollen petals of her inner flower. Tiffany worked her fingers over the sensitive folds of flesh, moving higher until her fingertips were moving in circles over the sensitive clit that had emerged from its fleshy hood.

  She was already close to coming when Lance roughly moved aside her hands and pushed his face between her legs. She cried out her pleasure as he rammed his tongue into her pussy and then dragged it up to her clit, which he teased with darting stabs as she writhed and moaned. Lance pushed two fingers into her slick passage then as he latched onto the little pearl of her womanhood with his mouth. She came hard, screaming as her pussy clenched and clamped on his digits.

  Tiffany was plunged into a shining world of pleasure. It was as if Lance were consuming her orgasm, swallowing it along with her juices. She felt helpless beneath his dominance, his power. She felt feminine and open and accessible. She felt mastered.

  And she loved it.

  When he raised himself up to ram his cock into her pussy, she was ready. She wrapped her soft thighs around his waist, and arched her back as he leaned down to raise one of her large breasts toward his mouth, suckling and biting on the tip even as he thrust into her. Tiffany reached back now, grasping the headboard, nearly mindless with this attention. Her breasts had always been sensitive, and Lance knew exactly when and how to fondle or nibble them in a way that pushed her over the edge.

  She cried out again as his mouth left her breasts and moved up to her ear.

  “My princess tastes and feels so good to her daddy,” he said huskily. “You’re mine, Tiffany. You’re mine, and don’t you ever forget that.”

  “Oh, daddy!” she cried, curling her legs around his slim, strong hips in a hug of velvety softness that had him groaning. Tiffany could feel her pussy beginning to pulse, stroking and milking and coaxing the flood of seed that now entered her in spurts.

  For several long moments, they lay together as their breathing regulated. When Lance rose from the bed, he turned Tiffany over and pulled her up on all fours on the edge of the bed, pushing her chest down on the bed so her bottom was elevated.

  “I want to see my seed drip out of your pussy,” he said.

  It was something he’d done since the night Tiffany had asked to clean herself after sex. It was a lesson, he said, in self-acceptance, and of her acceptance of his authority as her lover and daddy. Putting herself on display was now something she saw nearly as erotic as the act of sex itself. Just knowing Lance was behind her, watching as the seed he’d planted seeped from her pussy to run down her thighs, excited her.

  But tonight there would be more. She could see him sitting in a chair across the room, stroking his long cock back to life as he stared at her spread vulva. Tiffany would stay exposed for as long as it pleased him, and when he was ready, he would come to the bed and finally take her one remaining virginity—her bottom.

  When she saw him stand, his hand still stroking his cock, she felt a moment of delicious dread. He was so big and despite the training it just did not seem physically possible that she could take him.

  “My little princess is so beautiful,” he said. “I’ve dreamt of sinking myself into your ass since I first put you over my lap. I’ve dreamt of you just like this, offering yourself up in willing submission. Mine. All mine.”

  She felt her pussy clench at his words and moaned her excitement when she looked back to see Lance coat his cock with lubricant. The ruddy head was just inches from her bottom hole, a drop of pre-cum crowning the tip. Her pussy clenched again at the expectation of his entry, of feeling his jets of cum flooding into her.

  “Is my little one ready?”

  “Yes, sir, daddy,” she said.

  “Grab the blankets, my sweet Tiffany.”

  She obeyed and felt the spongy-hard head of his cock nudge against her crinkled bottom hole. Lance grasped the round swell of her hip with his large hand as he pressed his pelvis forward. Tiffany pushed back, pushing out, her bottom hole blooming outward enough to relax the tight band of muscles. There was still a stinging sensation as his flared cock head entered, and an aching fullness as he proceeded to sink deep inside her by slow degrees.

  “Wiggle your bottom, princess,” he said thickly, and she did. “Ah, Tiffany, my sweet little girl. Your beautiful bottom is swallowing my cock. Just seeing it disappear between these full cheeks is… oh, God, little girl… you’re just… mmmmm…”

  She was pleasing him. She was pleasing her daddy! His words had Tiffany’s pussy throbbing, and she was already starting to cum when he pushed the rest of his length inside, the fullness stretching her deeper and wider than she thought possible. He moaned, and she knew he could tell she was coming, could feel it through the walls that separated her pussy from the hole he was plundering with his fleshy rod.

  Lance pulled back now, and she hissed with pleasure-pain. He pushed back in, slowly. The thrusts were small at first, but as he continued, Tiffany found herself falling headlong into the deepest submissive state of their relationship. He was using her ass, grasping her fleshy cheeks possessively as he set the pace of their fucking, in and out—slowly at first but then faster with her encouragement.

  “Oh, fuck me hard, daddy! Fuck me hard!” She could feel the pace and intensity of the thrusts increasing, could feel his balls slapping against her
pussy; the wet sounds and smell of sex filled the room. One hand now moved between tweaking her clit and pinching her nipples. She cried out when he slapped her ass hard in three rapid swats. She knew he was looking down on his pink handprints—his mark—and could tell he was about to mark her again, this time by depositing his seed. His balls were no longer loose as they slapped against her, but tight. She knew he was close and then he grabbed her around the waist, pressing her softness against him as he pumped his tribute deep into her core.

  Tiffany cried out along with him, feeling so completely owned and possessed and loved. It seemed to take an exquisite eternity, something she found impressive given that he’d only recently come in her pussy.

  He held her until he was just soft enough to slip out on his own.

  “I wish you could see how beautiful you are,” he said. “Your pussy and ass are dripping with my cream. You’re the perfect picture of a well-fucked little one. Now stay as you are. I want to look at you, because the way you look now is the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”

  Lance watched her like that for an hour before coming to bed. Once he did, he pulled her into his embrace, the front of his thighs against the back of hers. His seed was drying on them now. In the morning, he would put her in the tub and wash it away. But Tiffany knew he could never cleanse her of the wonderful, naughty addiction she now had to his touch, his loving control. She fell asleep feeling like the most loved little one in the world.

  In Lance she’d found her protection, her strength. He found her beautiful, and she realized it was because she was. She was his beautiful little princess. And she knew she’d live happily ever after.

  The End

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