by Adrian Amos
Daddy's hand jumps to my panties, his middle finger pressing against the fabric and pushing deep into my cunt.
“That's not... what? You look pretty fucking wet to me.”
“Nooooo,” I moan out, my one word response tired in its formality of denial.
Daddy pulls the fabric aside, exposing my pussy, allowing him to get close and personal with his exploring finger. His large middle finger presses directly against my slit now, my moisture clinging to him as he slides it up and down. Shimmying it back and forth, he spreads me open, dancing it along my clit as he enjoys the view of my bare pussy.
I want to close my legs, to struggle against the pressure, to close off daddy's access to me. I want to push him away, to keep him from touching my body. It's like an urge I can't fulfill, constantly aware that this itch exists that I can't scratch. That's the anxiety talking.
His finger pushes into my cunt, the slick entrance of his digit making a sloshy, sucking sound.
“That's pussy is tight and juicy,” he groans, hungry for my body.
I moan, the intensity of him inside me crushing all resistance.
Do I only have that urge because I can't move? Would I be trying to stop him at all if I had complete freedom? Or is it because I can't resist that I want to resist?
The urge is only going to pick up from here.
Daddy's fingers of his free hand slide under my bra, lifting the wiring up and pushing the cups over my tits, letting my mounds jiggle against the drag of the fabric. A tingle flows through me at my forced nudity, amplified by daddy's lustful gaze on his little girl.
“Oh, man, I have only dreamed about tits like yours.”
My face flushes as daddy's dreams become reality. He leans over me, his mouth planting firmly on my left nipple, biting my tender flesh as he massages my supple breasts.
I groan against his lips, and daddy's finger finds a renewed interest in my pussy. As he sucks on my nipples like his tasty treat, his finger works its magic next to my repositioned panties, alternating between sliding down my slit and poking into me.
His tongue on my sensitive nipples, though, is the overriding sensation that starts to drive me up the wall. “That feels awesome, daddy, when you suck on my titties.”
He takes my other nipple between his fingers, twisting it lightly, pulling it gently as he probes my hole and tastes my flesh. I can feel that familiar sensation building up in my pussy, that quivering mess it wants to make me forming in my mind. I want to push away, but I can't
“Fuck, babygirl. Your titties taste so fucking good.” With a loud suctioning noise, he pulls on my tit with his mouth, letting it go as it strains against his force.
He stands up, dropping his pants and pulling his cock out. It takes only a few strokes to bring his half-erect cock to fully-erect. His thick member is way bigger than James's, pulsing as his body pumps blood into it so that he can pump it into his daughter.
“I want your pretty little mouth on my cock, babygirl.”
“Daddy, I don't know—we shouldn't.”
But daddy climbs atop the bed, positioning himself on his knees to the side of my head. My reluctance means nothing as daddy easily pulls my head to the side, lifting it slightly so that he can gain easy entrance.
Holding my head, he guides his cock with the other hand.
But I don't open my mouth, instead wanting to keep daddy's humongous dick out. It's the anxiety, fighting at every moment at becoming too aroused.
But daddy doesn't relent, dabbing the tip of cock on my lips, “Open up, little lady.”
When I don't, he lets go of his cock, instead using his fingers to force open my jaw. Easily. I mean, really easily. He only needs his thumb to somehow pry me open, and with his super hard cock in front of me, all it takes is a simple thrust of his hips and his cock penetrates my mouth.
Daddy groans as my warm mouth circles him, holding it there as he relishes being inside me. My mouth salivates in return, daddy's taste strong but delicious, his cock requiring the full expanse of my mouth. My jaw opens wide and my throat touches his tip, causing me to gag for a while as he continues to hold himself inside.
I struggle to regain my composure, but I do finally, my reflex adjusting to his length. Daddy just holds himself there while I proceed to salivate heavily. I can feel his dick soaking up my spit and causing some of it to dribble out onto the bed.
“Ooooo, it's daddy's lucky day,” he growls. “I'm gonna fuck you as hard as I want, babygirl.”
When he starts thrusting, he opens with aggression, his hand holding my head up by the hair as he fucks my face, his huge cock driving into my mouth. He fucks me hard, using my hole like a spare pussy, stabbing his dick into me as if he were trying to make my mouth come.
I taste drops of precum as he darts into me, specks shooting from him and landing all throughout my mouth. The salty goodness is difficult to appreciate as he pushes it deep past my tongue.
I can't compete against his explosive energy, forced to simply keep my mouth open as he feeds his dick to the back of my throat. His cock glides over my tongue, his soft foreskin dragging along as his dick aches from its overly thick arousal.
Then a loud smack shocks me, his hand slapping my breast vigorously. I groan as he beats my tits, striking them directly and askew, aiming his shots at my erect nipples, his fingertips swatting at the nubs. I want to call out 'Daddy!', but my mouth is full of his meat, and the only sound out of my mouth is a vibrant humming along his cock.
His smacks come furiously, matching the rhythm of his lunges, his cock pushing in deep just as his hand finds my breast, stinging me mercilessly.
I don't know what to focus on. The force in my mouth or the pain on my tits. Each is supercharging my cunt, dampening my pussy more and more, compelling my innards to tremble in fear and arousal. Each domineering movement turns me on!
Daddy fucks me like a dirty slut, having his way with me, however he wants it. And all I can do is take it from him like a good little girl!
He pulls out quickly, squeezing his cock in his hand. I gasp for air, strands of saliva clinging to my chin as I swallow and try my best to clean myself up with my shoulder.
“Fuck, I have to keep myself from blowing my load in you too fast.”
Daddy rounds to the other side of the bed, removing the ropes from around my feet. A relaxation warms over me as I can finally bend my legs and move them around.
“I like these heels,” he admires, running his hands over the pink stilettos.
“What are you doing?” I ask, closing my legs together.
“Daddy needs to take a break, maybe give you a little fun in the process.”
He climbs up toward me, grabbing my panties out from under me, pulling them away from my sopping cunt and tossing them to the floor.
He seizes my knees, spreading me apart as if I wasn't clutching them together. He gives one good look, licks his lips, and says, “Damn, that sloppy pussy looks good.”
“Daddy! That's gross,” I blush.
“Oh, come on, babygirl. You can't be kinky without some dirty talk. Now come to daddy.”
Daddy holds my legs to each side, dipping his face into my heated box. His first lick meets a puddle of arousal, and I moan loudly, my sensitivity boiling over. I love the feeling of a soft tongue on my cunt, and the fact that I can't move my hands to guide daddy's head makes it all the more erotic.
His tongue glides along my slit, devouring my flavor. He uses the flat to press against me, covering as much surface area as possible, sticking it out rapidly to collect and bring it all back to his mouth. The tip of his tongue flicks over my clit, caressing the bump into sharp and intense bouts of pleasure.
It's like my pussy was meant for his mouth, the overwhelming sensation too good to live without. Daddy sucks on my clit, the folds of flesh entering his mouth, drawing it in so that his tongue can welcome it home. Tiny tongue punches work me over, the stimulation building in my gut like so many times before.
; So many times before where I'd stop James from pushing on, forcing him to quit so that I wouldn't have to experience whatever weird feelings it might bring. I'm so nervous about orgasms that I've always blocked them from happening, content in just the buildup.
But only because I'm so afraid. I want them to happen, I just never have the courage to let them go on by themselves.
Now, though... do I even have a choice?
“Daddy, stop...” I moan.
He ignores me.
“Daddy, it feels too good. Stop.”
But daddy keeps on eating me out, adding in even more stimulation against my complaints.
He slips his thumb into my pussy, gripping the bottom of my cunt and stroking it with his digit.
I don't understand why he chose his thumb, not until he inserts his next finger.
His forefinger slips along my pussy, feeling my slit along the edges. But it fails to enter. Instead, daddy swings it around and attacks my anus, slowly pressing his thick finger into my tight asshole.
“Daddy! No!” I cry out, incapable of moving on the bed without the use of my arms and daddy's arm pinning one of my legs to the side.
As always, the animal in daddy is in control, and he chooses not to listen to my whining. His finger advances, sliding into my ass easily while using my pussy's arousal for lubricant. When he reaches the last knuckle, I groan, the intrusion of his unwanted finger unsettling but tantalizing, causing me to squirm and clutch it at the same time.
Then daddy brings his thumb and forefinger together, pinching the vaginal wall between my pussy and anus. He begins to rub his fingers against one another, as if he were testing the softness of me from the inside! Dragging his fingers to the edge, he massages my wall, stroking it with light movements.
When his mouth falls back to suckling my clit, the discomfort of my anal penetration is lost to the pleasure of so much hitting me at once. Throw in that daddy reaches for my chest, fingering my nipple with his other hand, and the quad sensations send me into a spiral that's about to make me explode.
In between moans and ragged breaths, I say, “Daddy! I can't! Stop. I don't want to come.”
He looks up for only a second, finally responding to my pleas, “Too bad, babygirl. Daddy's not doing all this work for nothing. He wants to see that little body blow up.”
Tweaking my nipple, sucking my clit, and fingering my ass and pussy together, my body gives way to its first orgasm ever, my hands struggling to free themselves and stop this whole mess.
All I can say is I'm glad they weren't free to do anything.
My anxiety-ridden brain doesn't know a damn thing about what's good for me!
My hips quake, my ass picking up off the bed as muscles send me skyward.
“Oh, daddy, daddy!” I scream.
My pussy quivers, shaking as its energy flows throughout my body, my nipple burning with each twist of his fingers. I spasm, my stomach sucking in and holding there, as my orifices squeeze and hug daddy's fingers, begging him to stuff as much in me as he can.
I moan so loudly that I'm scared I'm going to blow a lung. The feeling is so powerful and fantastic that I might just have a brain aneurysm when all is said and done.
And I'd do it all over again anyway! I can't believe I was so scared of that amazing burst of pleasure.
As my body calms down, I collapse back to the bed.
Daddy sits up, stroking his cock to ensure its hardness. He grabs my legs, holding them vertical, using the stilettos of my shoes as a grip. With a simple motion of his hips, his cock slides into my gushing cunt.
“Oooohhhh, fuck, daddy!” I scream. “It's too sensitive!”
But daddy pays me no mind, fucking me wildly as his hands hold onto my heels. His long cock hits the back of my pussy, just as easily as it hit the back of my throat.
After a few thrusts, he says, “Don't worry, babygirl. It won't be long.”
Oh, good. He's going to come soon.
He pulls out instead, binding my legs together with a single hand. He guides his cock downward and presses the bulbous head against my tight backdoor.
“Daddy, that's not meant for that! You're too big!”
“You'll loosen up when daddy gets in there. Come on, babygirl, daddy's always wanted to fuck a kinky slut in her ass.”
“Do it with someone else, then!”
“Why?” he laughs, “When I got you right here, all tied up for me?”
His dick proceeds, splitting my ass open with his massive hard-on.
I grunt, his cock so thick that the pain is far greater than anything his finger could possibly achieve. I hold my breath, taking his dick a little at a time as my ass learns to accept him.
“Relax,” he soothes.
“You try to”—I grunt—“relax when something so big is up your butt.”
After a while of sliding in, his dick seems to skip an inch at a time, tugging on me before breaking free and jumping forward. After a good three or four skips, his cock pierces me completely, sliding the rest of the way without much of a fight. His whole length fits inside me, his girth widening my ass. I squeak as daddy shifts around on the bed, every tiny movement felt deep in my core.
He starts to pull out, but I say, “Give me a moment, just a minute.”
He pauses, allowing me to catch my breath and focus on loosening all the muscles in my body. I grip the ropes to my restraints, bracing myself for everything he's about to give me.
He pulls out leisurely, eliciting a sigh of relief from me as his cock nearly empties me. That sigh is halted as he reinserts, his cock taking its rightful place inside me.
I groan but realize that the reinsertion is a whole lot easier than the first time. Just that knowledge makes me relax even more, making the next few thrusts easier than every preceding one.
An then it isn't about easier; it's about each one becoming more pleasurable than the last.
As his cock busts into me, my ass's sensitivity skyrockets, each propulsion of thick man reinvigorating my satisfaction. Long and deep, his cock smashes into me, ramming his entire length into my dirty back entrance.
And for every stroke, my pleasure is excited, energized by the rapid beast controlling my body and fucking me in the only hole I have left. Fucking me with wild abandon, ramming his cock to his own rhythm, driving his own lust while steering my legs by my heels.
He holds my ass up by my legs, keeping me well-positioned so that he doesn't have to work too hard to feed me every inch of him.
Daddy fucks my tight ass, and all I can think about is how slutty it makes me feel.
How wet it makes my cunt.
How much it inspires my lust for this man in my life.
The feeling of his cock. Tight and thick. Deep inside. Running in and out, breaking my anal virginity.
The wholly rhythmic thrusting that constantly feeds my desire to be pulverized. My ass begs for his cock each time it's even slightly withdrawn, only satisfied when he pushes it all the way back in.
I'm his dirty little slut. Tied to the wall because I'm so fucking naughty.
I need to be controlled. I need to be fucked in order to be loved; otherwise, I'm not worth it.
That same feeling from before erupts within me, causing me to spasm and vibrate on daddy's dick.
“I'm coming again!” I cry out, wowed by my body's willingness to fall apart.
“Oh fuck! Yes, yes, yes!” daddy finally shouts.
As my body starts to rock in his grip, daddy lets go of my legs, grabbing around my waist and pulling me onto his cock, storing it deep inside. Even with my own twitching body, I can feel daddy's dick begin to throb inside me, my tight ass hugging him and making every motion from him pronounced.
He groans and out spills his manly seed. His cock pulses, firing his load deep inside my anal cavity, pumping and pumping; two, three, six, eight pumps, each one unleashing a wave of cum that warms me from the inside. All this happens while my body wrenches around him, my pussy and ass squeezing, gra
sping his cock and drawing his cum further in. It's probably why he fired so much into me, my ass the instigator that won't take no for an answer.
We both pulse on each other, dying down together, my body unclenching as his cock grows soft. His withdrawal is slow and torturous, popping out with a definitive plop. That sound is chased by a stream of escaping semen, bursting out as my loose ass is slow to pucker up again. I finally regain my tightness, keeping whatever is left of daddy inside me until I can push it out later.
“Oh my God!” I flush, excited and relieved it's all done, “That felt amazing.”
“You like it in your ass, babygirl?”
I nod, ashamed to say it out loud.
“Good,” he says, swatting me on the bottom. “We need some more kink in this house. It's starting to get boring around here.”
My face burns.
“Are you going to keep playing with me, daddy?” I ask, worried that he might say no.
“Who else am I going to tie up and fuck in the ass?”
I smile, and daddy picks up his pants, heading over to his bedroom to clean up.
I move my arms. Or at least, I try to, meeting only resistance.
Oh, goddamn it!
“Daddy!” I scream out. No response.
Cum gushes from my ass as I struggle to right myself against the backboard.
I blow a strand of hair out of my face in frustration.
I close my legs, feeling the rush of vulnerability start to show in my pussy.
I shake my head.
Nothing's kinkier than getting turned-on by being forgotten twice in one day.
- - -
Gift-wrapped for Daddy Santa
The poor man.
It's tough enough that my mom ran out on my stepfather and me with their accountant—an accountant, for Joy's sake!—but now his work is cutting Christmas bonuses, leaving him panicking about not being able to cover gifts for everyone.
Especially me.
How'd I find that out? The stockings were still hung with care, but how else do you explain the barren ground underneath the Christmas tree? Daddy usually sets down at least a few gifts early to tantalize me before the big day.
