by Adrian Amos
I squirm and react, his soft lips sucking on me as I grind my hips into his cock. His dick bounces around inside me, and his lips lead to teeth, biting gently as he nibbles on my nub, my erect tissue coming out to be tasted.
I lean back against the steering wheel and daddy squeezes my tits with both his hands. He pinches my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pulling on them hard as he slowly reintroduces his cock pummeling my pussy.
As I lean back against the wheel, daddy's thrusts seem to hit a deeper angle, propelling his dick into my cervix. I grab the supporting handlebar above the driver side window, using it to pull myself up and fall back on daddy's dick, helping construct that oh-so-delicious feeling in my belly leading up to an orgasm.
I grind with daddy, wiggling my ass so that his cock strikes my sensitive walls. Daddy stops me, grabbing my thighs as he force fucks me, aggressively lifting himself from the seat so he can slam into my pussy.
My mouth hangs open as I stare at the ceiling of the truck, unable to move as daddy thrusts into me wildly, piercing my cunt at such a velocity that I'm paralyzed from the infusion of pleasure. My muscles are locked as I squat over him, receiving my fucking without so much as a word in edgewise.
I don't know if I can hold it anymore, feeling that need to blow up being driven into my cunt by daddy.
“Oh shit, babygirl!” daddy groans, ramming into me faster and faster.
He did it! He finally said it!
I cry out, letting out all the steam I've been building, “Yes, daddy, fuck me! Fuck me hard, daddy!”
“Oh yeah, baby.”
My foulness drives me mad with lust, ramping up my libido to a critical point. I can't stop my mouth now. “You deserve me, daddy. I'm yours. Keep fucking me, keeping fucking me. Fill my little pussy up. Fuck your daughter like a little slut!”
He smiles, “You got a dirty mouth on you, babygirl.”
“You come in me daddy and I'll put this dirty mouth back on your cock!”
His hips pick up, ramming the last of his energy straight through me. His cock is so hard it pounds my pussy into submission, tenderizing me until I release my juices. I come hard, my pussy grinding uncontrollably as spasms of energy cycle through my body, ripping me apart until I'm exhausted.
My pussy grabs daddy's cock and pulls his seed out, sitting down on him as he unloads his own orgasm into my fragile body. I can feel him sputtering under me, his reserves being emptied as they rush to his balls and fire his semen out, splattering my insides in warm love. Coats upon coats drench me, filling me to the brim as we both struggle to contain our excitement.
Lazily, I melt backwards into the steering wheel, startling me as I lean on the horn, waking me from my dreamy ecstasy. I look at daddy and we both laugh, but then I realize that I need to fulfill my promise and do a daughter's duty.
I unseat daddy, reclaiming the passenger side before leaning back down over him. I take his cock in and taste all the glory of our lovemaking. I can taste my pussy, but I can also taste the shitload of cum that didn't make it into my cunt, instead left on the shaft of daddy's softening dick.
I eat him up, putting my dirty mouth to good use, ensuring I make daddy the happiest man alive. He massages my scalp as I comfortably engulf him, more relaxing than erotic, cleaning daddy up before continuing on our trip.
But the lazy relaxation is hard to give up, and the more I suck on him, the more relaxed I become, until I'm sprawled out on my side and resting my head on daddy's lap. His warm cum leaks out onto my thigh as I suck on him contentedly, moaning as daddy's fingers work my scalp, wishing this moment would never end. After a shitty moment like the one that happened at school, this is the perfect calm to get over it.
“You ready to go, babygirl?”
“Not yet, daddy. Can't I just suck on you a little longer?”
He smiles, that loving smile he gives no one else but his spoiled little girl.
“You take as long as you need, kiddo.”
- - -
Daddy Licks My Lollipop
“Go on, lick it.”
My stepdad shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “Uh, no thanks.”
“Come on.” I goad him, “I know you want to.”
He sticks a finger up, pointing it in the air. “Uh, quite clearly,” he says, emphasizing his words faux-dramatically, “I do not.”
“Come on, daddy! One lick!” I pout my lips, my voice high and saccharine. “You're really going to turn down your little girl when she asks you for a lick?” I might be a grown woman, but no man is immune to the sappy pitch of a crybaby.
“Really? How many times is that going to come up exactly?”
I smile, a wicked little demon running along my lips. “I don't know. Maybe a lot. You never know when I'm going to need your tongue again.” I know he gets the hint, as he's very accustomed to my aggressive flirtations.
I can't help myself; something about the man drives me crazy. I mean, I'm standing here in lace pink panties and a mesh yellow sweater in the living room offering him a lick of my lollipop. If he looks close enough, he could definitely see through the mesh and notice I'm not wearing anything underneath. I make sure my nipples are always ready for the taking.
He doesn't overtly respond to my advances, but I notice that he tends to bend a lot more when I do it. And the stronger I am—and the less clothed I am—the more he breaks.
“All right, fine, one lick.” I hold the lollipop out for him, the pink heart-shaped confectionery delight a blatant aphrodisiac. At least, for me. When daddy touches it with the tip of his tongue, he recoils as if he were eating spinach.
“Ugh, god, that's so sugary.”
He's not a man for sweets, I know, but I like to tempt him as much as I can, to get him to do something he normally wouldn't. “That's not a lick, daddy. That's a probe.” I stick it back out for him, “You said one lick.”
He gives me a dismissive look before sighing and running the flat of his tongue over the lollipop. He flinches but keeps his disgust to himself.
I bring the sweet to my mouth, running my tongue right over where daddy licked, tasting him and the sugar all in one go. That was kind of the point of having him taste it. What can I say, I'm kind of a pervert.
“You did it pretty good, but I think I'm better with my tongue,” I tease.
“Oh, yeah? I doubt that.”
“You think you're better than me?”
He shrugs, “I see you devouring that candy, but it takes more than that to be good with a mouth. I think you're playing amateur hour.” His tone is light and playful, but it works my imagination into a flurry.
“Are you challenging me?”
“To eating that lollipop? No thanks, I can't stand the taste of it.”
“No, who can use their mouth better.”
He squints, trying to guess my game. “Challenge you how?”
I put my finger on my chin, dramatically tapping it. “Let's see, let's see. How do we go about testing who can lick better?”
The gears in his head are running, but I'm not sure how far he's letting them turn. I want them churning along nice and quiet, not for once grinding to a stop. So I inch closer to him and look up at his six foot two frame.
“Well, the only way we can properly see who's doing a better job is for the other person to be able to feel it.” I lift my hand and place it gently over his crotch bulge, feeling the twitch I desire under his denim.
“Babycakes...”
“Daddy, how else are we going to test it? You need to be able to feel exactly how my mouth is working.” I unzip his jeans, his fly busting open as his cock expands in his boxers. “How else are you going to critique how I use my tongue?”
I slide my hand under his waistband and feel his massive cock spring to life in my grip. It's so thick and spongy! Tightening my hand just a little makes his dick respond, pushing against me as daddy becomes engorged. Daddy might have reservations, but his dick knows a good thing when it feels it.
I drop to my knees and pull his cock out of his pants, quickly placing my mouth along his shaft, engulfing him hurriedly as I show him just how much he's going to love this competition.
“Oh shit,” he groans, his eyes rolling upward as his mouth hangs open. Daddy pulls his pants and boxers down, kicking them off his legs. At that moment, I know I have complete control over him, and he's not going to say another word unless it's from the direct pleasure my mouth gives him.
I hold him in my mouth, gently sucking, allowing his dick to become accustomed to its new, warm home. It strengthens as I savor the flavor, giving a nice jerk when I slide my tongue over the bottom of his shaft.
When you're competing, you make a concentrated effort to take your time, to make sure you hit every little thing you're supposed to. You move with care, covering all your bases, touching on everything you've ever learned.
That's how I do it to daddy. I started with him in my mouth, but realize that I moved a little quickly. So I retreat after he's fully thick, ready to do this the right way.
I hold his cock in my hand softly, maneuvering it around lazily as I pepper it with girly kisses, delicate pecks surrounded by sloppy, happy tongue-kisses. I kiss under his shaft, moving up the spongy length until I tap under the head. I circle back around to kiss as much of the shaft as I can, making sure it all gets the pleasure of my soft lips.
I give his head tiny closed-mouth pecks, kissing his urethra like I love it but don't want to hurt it. Daddy shudders as my lips massage his opening, and I pull down on his shaft, feeling the skin tighten and his dick strain. Kissing every part of him when his dick strains feels different for both of us, his cock tough as it resists my mouth, daddy squirming as my lips push against his taut cock.
Before I take his hardness in my mouth, I move to his sack, ready to please the last of daddy before going full blown on him to make him come. I push his cock up to his stomach as I take his soft skin in my mouth, pulling on it lightly as I mold him between my lips. I slide my tongue along his testicles before pulling one into my mouth, navigating it with my tongue and moving it from cheek to cheek. I glide my open palm down his shaft, massaging him in between gripping his cock and stroking it.
It must be really sensitive for daddy because his hand is laying on my head, fighting the urge to pull me off of him. When the feeling gets strong, his hips pull in a little as his butt squeezes and his fingers knead my scalp. He wants so bad to grab my hair and pull me off, but he fights the weakness, instead allowing me ample time to torture his balls and suckle his scrotum.
At the moment I see the pain really get to daddy—he bites his lip and his face scrunches up—I rapidly pull his cock down and deep throat him, jamming his dick all the way to the back of my throat.
Daddy's pain transforms into an intense moan of ecstasy. “Oh fuck, that's so good!”
I gag for a second, taking time for my own reflex to adjust to the sudden intrusion of something so thick clogging up my throat. But I'm a master, having spent a lot of time sucking on all sorts of candies and treats. To say I have an oral fixation would be the understatement of the century. I constantly have to have something in my mouth; otherwise, I don't feel quite whole. If I'm not eating hard candy, I'm chewing on a pen.
Sometimes—and I'll never admit this to anyone!—I'll resort to sucking on my thumb if it comes to that.
Right now, though, all that practice has come to its ultimate fruition. I don't need my thumb anymore, that's for sure! Daddy's hard dick is the only thing that belongs in my mouth.
I pull daddy out and gasp for air, allowing spittle to gush from my mouth as daddy's long cock escapes me.
“Wow, daddy, you're so big!” I've always wanted to say that to him. It's as much a desire of mine to worship his cock as it is to suck on it.
“Is it too much for you, babycakes?”
I shake my head violently. “No! Not at all. I like that you have a huge cock for me to suck on.” I twist his cock as I pull on it, drawing it back in a corkscrew fashion, spreading my saliva all over him.
“Oh, god, girl, you're too good to me.”
“Daddy, you haven't seen anything yet.”
I take daddy back into my mouth, bobbing my head back and forth, following the quick rhythm of my hand. I adjust the strength of my grip until daddy moans his affirmation, in which case I keep it there as I rapidly beat him off. Somehow his cock continues to get harder, getting to the point where it's rock solid, fully erect and unbendable. I can tell by how intense daddy's moans are he's going to explode when it finally comes time.
I use his vocal pleasure as my own aphrodisiac, my own moaning picking up as I bask in daddy's guttural sounds.
“Oh...” He's tensing up.
“Oh fuck...” His back is arching.
“Oh fuck, here I come!”
Daddy's body arches to its fullest, his mouth agape as his muscles seize and he gives into the uncontrollable tide rising in him. Holding his breath for a few seconds, he finally releases a painful groan, twitching and spasming as he unconsciously thrusts his hips into my mouth.
What comes out is a flood of semen, flushing from daddy's system as he unloads it into mine. Each thrust of his pelvis sends a viscous, creamy burst of salty deliciousness to the back of my throat. I'm not even swallowing, but his ejaculation is so strong that most of his cum pours down my throat as he fires it all the way to the back. A good eight pumps send strands of cum to coat my mouth, the hot liquid a comfort that relaxes me each time a shot strikes me.
Allowing him to finish inside me, I slowly slide off his cock, the sensation of my mouth rubbing against his spent cock makes him twitch even more. When I reach his head, I seal my mouth around his tip, closing it so nothing seeps out.
I turn my head up to daddy and open my mouth wide, showing him the pool of cum that has yet to flow down my throat. After he gets a good view of it, I close my mouth and swallow it all in one big gulp. I open my mouth and stick my tongue out, giving daddy the show of a lifetime.
I'm still hungry for more, though, so I pull back on his still-hard cock and see a drop of cum escape his hole. I bring his cock to my mouth and drink up, placing my lips on his hole and giving it a slight suck, drawing what little cum is left onto my desperate lips.
I look up and lick my lips, showing daddy how well I clean my plate.
The look on his face is both contentment and renewed arousal. “Jesus! Where did you learn to do that?”
I smirk, “I'm not telling.”
“Well, that was fucking amazing. I don't think I've ever come so hard in my life. My dick feels bruised.”
I giggle, “So I guess that means I win.”
He scoffs, “Win? Please, I haven't even had a chance yet.”
I roll off my knees onto my butt, resting after such a workout. “Uh,” I mock, “you really think you could stand up against the best orgasm you've ever had?”
“Let's see.” Daddy kneels down in front of me, falling forward on his hands as he leans toward me. I swallow, falling back on my own hands to keep me supported. For some reason, sucking on daddy's cock was far less nerve inducing than daddy's face being so close to mine. “You might have all the passion in the world for the subject, but you don't have the one thing that daddy has.”
His lips meet mine and the taste is just as enticing as the taste of his cock. It feels more intimate, and whereas all I wanted when I came up with this idea was to taste daddy, now I have this feeling in my gut that sets my body on fire. Sweat beads on my forehead as daddy's tongue pierces my mouth, softening my will to win.
When his mouth peels back, I bite my lip, desiring so much more than daddy's cock in my mouth. “What do you have that I don't?” I meekly buzz.
He whispers, “Experience.”
I shiver. No word in all the English language has ever made me feel as vulnerable as that one. I felt dominant before—in control—when daddy's cock was in my mouth. Now I feel like I have no idea what's about to happen. My brain is frozen
, incapable of seeing the future, stuck instead on the lustful, seductive look in daddy's eyes.
Daddy's mouth finds its way to my neck, and with an open mouth, daddy's tongue glides across my skin. Up he goes, kissing and licking, running along my jawbone, pausing long enough to nibble on the lobe of my ear.
The tingling forces my eyes closed as I'm consumed by daddy's wandering mouth.
“D-daddy...” I titter, almost afraid of the strong feelings I'm experiencing, “aren't you supposed to be kissing me”—I swallow, the dirty thought making me self-conscious—“elsewhere?”
He chuckles, “Experience, babycakes,” he repeats, his finger trailing along my neck as he teases me. “In order to get a little horny girl like you to come, daddy needs to take it nice and slow.” He comes close to my ear, his voice low and devious. “We have to work your body up before daddy can take proper care of you.”
“I-I don't think you're going to win, daddy.” My words come out forced and unconvincing. “I mean, the best orgasm ever? Y-you can't beat that.”
Daddy doesn't respond to my taunts, instead moving along my body, his mouth kissing every inch of my skin as he makes the tortuous travel south.
He grabs the base of my yellow mesh sweater, and I unconsciously lift my arms for him, permitting him to undress me. I fall back on my hands before daddy resumes his meticulous journey. Each kiss is tantalizing, a soft little shock to my system that loosens me up. That is, until is first kiss lands square on my nipple, which transforms the little shocks into lightning coursing through my flesh. I shake when daddy's mouth makes contact, letting out an uncertain giggle and smile.
“That's my baby. It feels good, doesn't it?”
My eyes closed, I nod into the void.
Daddy's tongue presses against my nipple as his lips close smoothly around the nub. He massages it with his lips, and as it grows in size, flicks it with the tip of his tongue. Once hard enough, daddy bites down on it, holding it steady as his tongue rapidly dances over it. He lifts his hand up and pushes two fingers into my mouth, feeding my oral fixation.
