by Adrian Amos
As I start approaching him, he shouts, “No, we can't do that!”
“Why not?” I ask, stopping in my tracks.
“Because if you're mother finds out... oh boy.”
I bite my lip. Mom isn't going to be happy about this, especially after I promised to keep him out of trouble. But how was I supposed to know he was going to slam back some erectile medication and fuck his hand off? “I don't want her to find out either. I can't imagine what she'll say to me. But aren't you worried? Don't you want this to get treated?”
“Yeah, I'm worried, but it's just an erection. If I can just”—he clears his throat—“come, then I think it would relieve it instantly.”
I blush. “Daddy, come?”
“Yeah, you know, blow my load?”
My face is beet red. “Yes, yes, ugh, I know what you mean. I just mean, like, come? That's what you think will fix this.”
“That's what I want to try before I go to the hospital. I don't need you or me getting into trouble for this with your mother.”
“Okay, well,” I shift backwards toward the door, “I'll just wait outside and you let me know if it works.”
He shakes his head, “No, I've already been trying for the past hour. I just can't seem to generate enough pleasure myself. My penis feels numb in my hand., where I don't think I'll ever come on my own.”
My eyes grow wide, “What are you suggesting?”
“I know it's weird,” he says, “but I was hoping you could help me.”
“Help how?” I feel the lump in my throat start to grow.
“I don't know, just watch me or something. See what I'm doing, maybe it'll help.”
I breathe in deep and nod. “Okay,” I say, sitting down in the chair across from him. As weird as this is right now, I was expecting him to suggest something far more naughty. This is easy to agree to compared to the nasty stuff my imagination came up with.
And yet...
He removes the pillow, his massive cock still completely engorged. I can see the problem immediately: he's so erect that he looks like he's going to bust at the seams. His veins are so inflated and his dick looks rock hard. I bite my lip, thinking about what a dick like that would feel like. I've never seen something so big and so hard!
He begins to stroke, moving his hand up and down. He gets only a few strokes in until he shakes his head again. “No, it's no use. It just isn't working in my hand. I barely feel anything.”
“The hospital then?” I ask.
“No, I have one thing to ask,” he says, looking away from me, “Would you mind helping me?
“How?”
“Would you mind stroking daddy?”
My mouth hangs open, “You want me to grab your penis and stroke it?”
He nods. “It's okay, we're not related. There's nothing wrong with it.”
I think about it, the moisture in my loins returning from my dream. Is it really coming true? I can't do that; it's just wrong. He's my mom's husband! “No, why would I do that?”
“Because unless you do it, your mom's going to find out. Not only that, I have a feeling other people are going to find out. Nothing in this town goes unnoticed, and a man having his dick softened—or whatever they do—is probably going to make the news. That'll really embarrass your mother, not even thinking about myself.
My mom's been so embarrassed by my stepfather on so many occasions. I can't imagine what would happen if something like this got out while she was out of town. Why's your husband taking Viagra when you're not even around? They'd probably think he was cheating or something.
Frankly, I'm not even sure why she stays with him. Well, I can think of one reason...
His cock throbs in his hand, beating like a heart. I swing around to the side of his recliner and sit down. “All right, I'll help, but you can't tell anyone.”
“Baby, I would never tell anyone about this. Not ever.”
I'm nervous, but I can't say I haven't thought about this before. I just never thought it would come down to me having to jerk my daddy off in order to save us family embarrassment.
He removes his hand and I reach over. I wrap my hand around his cock, unable to get my fingers all the way around.
Holy shit! This thing is fucking thick and hard. When I squeeze, it's like it doesn't give at all, resisting me totally. I move my hand up and down slowly, tugging on his skin as I move his monster cock. It has to be a good 8 or 9 inches, and as I stroke him, I bring my other hand onto it, both hands comfortably fitting on his shaft.
“Oh fuck, yes. It's working, it's working. I can definitely feel that. Thank you, baby.”
I stroke his massive cock for a while, feeling my pussy getting wet the longer I play with daddy. The more aroused I get, the more I start imagining what that cock would feel like in other places. What would it taste like? How would it feel in my mouth? My pussy?
I try to lose those thoughts, but if it's impossible to quit smoking when you have a cigarette in your hand, it's certainly impossible to quit thinking about cock with the biggest one you've ever seen is in your hand! Oh, and I'm actively trying to make it come. I'm basically lighting the cigarette and smelling the smoke.
I look away, but as I stare into the corner of the room, daddy's hand lands on my inner thigh, stroking it gently with his fingernails.
“Daddy, what are you doing?”
“Sorry, baby, your skin is just so soft, and it helps me to think about sexy things when I touch it. I'm just trying to come faster.”
Now I can't focus on anything but the feeling his hand is creating in my pussy. The soft movements caressing my skin tingles me relentlessly, sending signals directly to my cunt, making it quiver with each delicate massage of my nerves.
My pussy starts to soak. “Daddy, that... feels so good.”
“I know, Sammie, just keep stroking daddy.”
But I can't; I don't want to just stroke him. “I'm sorry, daddy, but I can't stop thinking about it.”
I lean over him and take his massive cock in my mouth. The taste of him is the smell of my daddy I've always known, that comforting, domineering smell.
“Oh baby, what are you doing?” he moans. “No, don't stop,” he says, “That's perfect. Your mouth feels so good.”
I stroke and suck on him, tasting my daddy, running my tongue along his shaft. It's the most amazing feeling in the world, his cock so hard that I can barely breathe when he enters my mouth.
Daddy's hand moves up my leg until he starts pressing on my slit through my shorts. I moan, his fingers touching my damp panties forcing me to acknowledge my arousal all over again.
“Daddy, that feels good.”
“Oh baby, you've got daddy all worked up now. He can't just settle for your mouth.” He stands up, pulling my ass forward on the seat as he rips my boy shorts away from me.
“Daddy, what are you doing?”
“I smelled that pussy the second you walked in, Sammy. You turned me on so much with that wet cunt.”
He kneels in front of the chair, spreading my legs wide and high, giving himself ample room to dip his face into my inundated slit. I moan hard, my daddy's mouth splitting my lips as he feasts on me.
As I groan from daddy's infiltrating tongue, I mumble, “Is this what you wanted?”
He whisks his tongue from taint to clit. “Mmm, baby, I wanted to use this big, hard dick on you for so long. There's no pussy like young pussy.”
I grunt as he pushes his fingers into me. “Daddy, that's wrong.”
“If it were so wrong, then why'd your mom send you to me?”
“What do you mean?”
“I'm a stallion, Sammy. I lust and I crave. I've fucked every woman that's tried to control me. Your mom didn't want to lose me or my big dick, so she sent you here as an offering.”
I blush. “No, you're lying!”
“Uh uh, baby. Your mother thought that if I was going to fuck other women, then at least I should fuck her daughter instead. Keep it in the family.”
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“That's”—a particular thrust of his fingers makes me wince in pleasure—“that's depraved.”
“Maybe, but you're daddy's now, baby.” He stands up, guiding his massive cock toward my slick pussy. He glides it through my juices, moistening his head on me.
“You want this dick, don't you, baby?”
I want to tell him no, I want to tell him that it's not right, he can't use me like this. But I want his dick; I want his massive cock inside me, splitting me and tearing me open.
“I know you've thought about me before. No little girl doesn't crave an older man's cock every so often. The thing that'll teach you everything you want to know.”
I bite my lip. “Yes, I want it.”
“You want what?”
“I want your dick, daddy. Please put it in my pussy.”
“Thatta girl.” He pushes in, his overly swollen cock penetrating me like a hammer. I cry out, his dick breaking me open.
“Fuck! That's so big!”
“Take that dick, baby.” He works my pussy, pulling his rock hard shaft out and slamming it back into me, ramming me with his masculine force. The fullness of his cock is so intense that I struggle to push his hips away from me, trying to relieve the pressure his thickness brings.
He reaches down, grabbing my tits through my tank top. He pulls my nipples through the fabric, mashing them with his fingertips as he masterfully continues to buck his hips into me.
With one easy motion, he puts his hands under my back and lifts me up, standing and holding my small body against his big frame, keeping me impaled on his cock as I wrap my legs around his hips.
He circles his hands around my waist, pushing his dick all the way inside me, supporting me on his length and the strength of his arms. I lean forward against him to bring my arms around his neck, but he uses his hands to push me away. “Take your shirt off first, Sammy. I want to feel those little titties pressed against me.”
I grab the bottom of my tank top and yank it over my head, tossing it to the floor. He pulls my hips into him, yanking my body against him. I bring my arms around his neck and lean into him.
When he picks me up and drops me down, his long cock pierces me hard, and I scream out. But daddy doesn't care, hoisting me up and down on his cock, grabbing my ass and boosting me.
“Daddy!” I grunt. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back, biting into my neck and tasting my flesh. He kisses me, biting my lip like a wild man.
“Yeah, baby girl. You taste good. I own this little body now. I'm going to fuck you all night.”
“Yes, daddy, fuck me hard.”
He rapidly thrusts his hips into me, his cock using my pussy like its own cum extractor. In and out his long, strong cock fucks me, the Viagra giving him incredible fullness, and his thickness not dissipating at all. I think he could actually fuck me all night if I don't make him come!
He carries me to the wall, pushing me against it and allowing it to support me. He moves his arms around and under my legs, picking them up and laying them on his shoulders. From my new position, I'm crumpled against the wall, and when daddy's dick pushes in, it goes deeper than ever before.
“OH FUCK!” I scream, getting stabbed with a sharp dose of pain and pleasure.
Now with the wall holding me up, daddy can really kick his hips back and power thrust into me, driving his full weight and length into me.
He rhythmically fucks me fast, punishing my cunt and overstuffing it. When my moans start to get incredibly loud, daddy places his mouth on mine, silencing me with his tongue. I grunt into daddy's mouth, feeding him my pleasure. He pulls off the wall with his mouth attached to mine.
“I'm so close, baby, so close.” He moves me over to his bed, throwing me face first onto the bed. I think he wants me on my knees, but instead he lies directly on top of me, his weight pushing me down to my stomach.
With him pinning me down to where I can't move, he reaches underneath himself and guides his cock back into my pussy. He starts to fuck me hard, the close, tight contact causing his pelvis to loudly smack into my ass.
The sound is like heaven, the perfect representation of daddy taking my body for his own. The fat of my ass slapping against him causes me to lift my hips in rhythm with him, bringing my pussy against him as he thrusts back into me.
My own movements drive my desire until one final thrust sends me over, and I come hard on daddy's dick. As I spasm under him, he pushes down on me, crushing me so he can ram his dick into me as fast as he can without my orgasm getting in the way.
“Yeah, baby, it's working. It's working! You're going to make daddy come!”
With a grunt and a series of moans, daddy unloads into my pussy, shooting ropes of thick cum out of his throbbing cock. It's like the hours of arousal have stored up so much seed that daddy continues to pump an obscene number of times.
He fills me up with his semen. Even when he pulls out—and I can feel the cum leaking out in a hurry—he still shoots a few more ropes onto my ass, covering me with his splooge. The warm cum makes me twitch as it strikes me and settles.
He grunts and moans, the ecstasy of his orgasm explicit. When he finally stops, I look back to see his dick finally start to soften. He runs his hand over my ass, smearing the cum all over me as one last sign of ownership. I buck my hips, letting him get it in every nook and cranny he can find.
He sighs deeply, apparently relieved that his ordeal is over.
When he dismounts me, I reconsider, “So was your Viagra story actually true, or did you lie to me?”
He laughs, “Uh no, my dick was really too hard. I was actually worried I'd have to go to the hospital. I'm just amazed you took it upon yourself to help your daddy out.”
I blush. “Well, it looked too good to pass up.”
“You got a whole week with me. How about we take a few more pills and see how much you're willing to resist daddy. I want to know if you got it in you to get me to come before we have to go to the hospital.”
He laughs and I shake my head. “Quit joking.”
“I think your pussy is the only pussy for me.”
“What about mom?”
“She's getting a little old now. I think she needs to transfer over to anal services if she wants to keep this dick around. Your pussy, her ass: I'll be set.”
The thought of my mom getting ass fucked because daddy likes my pussy more makes me tense up, but then I relax, realizing what that means. “You know what, yeah, make her do that.”
He smiles, “Really?”
“Yeah, if she wants to sell her daughter so she could keep your dick, then it's only fair that she get fucked in the ass for her betrayal. You promise me that, and that's the only way you get my pussy, daddy.”
“It's a promise.”
I can't wait to make fun of her for how she walks from now on. And then when she's good and humiliated, I'll take daddy to the back and let him fuck this young pussy good.
That'll show her.
- - -
Daddy, Please Let Me Play With You
Daddy's a rich man with little time on his hands. Sometimes it seems like he and my mom are hardly married; they spend so little time together since they're both off doing their respective jobs. But I know they're married; I was at their wedding not too long ago.
Me, on the other hand? I've been spending more and more time with daddy as his law firm's slow season starts up. I don't know if he's bored and just needs something to focus on, but he's been paying a lot of attention to me lately.
I mean, he's always treated me like his one and only daughter, even if he isn't really related to me. He showers me with presents and compliments whenever he can. He's so sweet to me. I actually started taking up calling him 'daddy' after I saw that's how rich girls always seem to treat their fathers in movies. Daddy this and daddy that. It all seems so charming, so I make sure that daddy gets a healthy dose of 'daddy' whenever I see him. I think he really likes that; he doesn't have any children of his own, so I think it
makes him happy to get special attention from the girl in his life.
Even then, though, daddy's always been busy. I feel like I get a lot of time with him now, but that's only relative to when he's really busy and I never see him. So I'm trying to live it up as much as I can during summer break from college.
After pestering him for so many days to teach me how to play golf, he finally caved and decided he'd take me along on one of his business outings. Golf is almost mandatory on those trips, so taking me along was a sure way to get me some time with him.
I have to admit, I don't want to just spend time with him like a good girl. There's a part of me that's attracted to him: he's so big and cuddly and confident; he's like the man I always dreamed of. Dark hair, dark eyes, and a goatee that can all seem intimidating, but I know that there isn't a mean bone in his body.
I don't know why—you'd think it'd make me jealous of my mom—but I feel lucky that he takes care of me on a higher level than any boyfriend might. Daddy looks out for me like no one I've ever known. It definitely makes me a little jittery when he calls to check in on me or warns me to be careful when I'm out and about. I feel like his precious princess, and he'd do everything in his power to make me feel safe.
That's why I picked out the outfit I did for today's game: a cute pink corset and a short plaid skirt that rides high. Part of me just wants to look cute for daddy, to let him know that I really am is princess. It's not like I can wear a dress nowadays, but at least I can wear something that would make any man happy to see me!
When I get in the car with daddy, I stay silent most of the ride there. I don't know why, but today makes me feel all icky and nervous inside. I guess I've been around daddy a lot, but we've never really gone out like this and done stuff together. Just me and him alone.
It almost feels like a date!
I laugh it off, letting the idea escape my lips.
“What's so funny, babygirl?” he asks, looking over at me.
“Nothing, daddy. I'm just excited that we get to spend some quality time together.”
“I'm glad too, baby. I'll make sure to keep the business talk to a minimum while we're out on the fairways.”
