by Adrian Amos
I swallow, my heart skipping as I comprehend exactly what daddy's saying. Is he serious? Are we finally going to do something... naughty?
But why! Why right now? I should be excited, but the boss... he's right there... right there to be killed...
“Hey!” John shouts into my headphones, “Watch what you're doing! He missed the mine.”
I fumble with my mic, unmuting myself. “Sorry, sorry!” I say, glancing at daddy to my side. I can't really see him because he's right behind me and out of my periphery. “I just got distracted for a second.”
I right my course of action, setting the boss up to hit the next batch of mines. I finally steady my hands after my nervous bout of erotic energy dissipates.
But it doesn't take long for daddy's hands to start moving again.
He lays his hand on my stomach, lifting my shirt slightly so that his hand can lay flat against it.
I lick my lips, inexplicably dry all of a sudden. “Keep moving,” I say, watching John's character skip around, “he almost got you that time.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he responds.
Daddy's hand moved as I was talking, finding its way right over my panties, stopping just over my pussy as he cups it slowly.
I let out a moan, but I stifle it as best I can.
“What was that?” John asks.
“Nothing,” I say, shaking my head to convince myself. “It was nothing.”
I look over at daddy annoyed, unable to speak out loud but hoping my eyes will tell him exactly what I'm thinking. Why the hell are you doing this right now?! But he doesn't even acknowledge me. His gaze is situated right on my pussy.
I'm sitting cross-legged on the floor and daddy's hand is running over my panties, pressing lightly as I struggle to keep my eyes glued on the screen.
The boss is below 50 percent health. That's the best we've done so far!
I can't let John down.
But daddy doesn't care about any of that. He lifts his hand slightly before pushing his fingers under my waistband.
I glance over at daddy, panicking as his fingers get closer and closer...
His middle finger splits my lips, the slick moisture of my cunt guiding daddy down my slit. He grazes my clit before crossing over my hole, covering my opening in his warmth.
I bite my lip, repressing my moan.
“No, daddy, stop. I'm playing...” I can't stop my moan this time, trailing off as daddy's finger enters my pussy.
“What did you just say?!” The sound in John's voice is utterly embarrassing. He's knows for sure something is up!
Daddy laughs to himself. “I think now”—he punctuates 'now' with his finger rubbing against my vaginal wall—”is the perfect time. You can't really stop me while you're fooling around on your game.”
The heat rises in my face as daddy takes advantage of me. My breathing becomes ragged as he slides his finger in and out, my breath catching for another moment as he slides a second finger inside.
“Why are you breathing so hard?” John asks.
“Nothing,” I rasp, swallowing to regain my composure. “You're just hearing things. The game's just intense.”
“Okay...” he says, in that way that signals that he doesn't believe me at all.
I blink rapidly, exaggerated, widening my eyes to try and help my focus on my movements on screen. He's at 25 percent. If I just...
“Oh...” fuck! I cut off my words as a surge blasts through me, forcing me to arch my back off the side of my bed.
John says something but I don't catch it.
It's hard to hear when your daddy leans in and starts nibbling on your chin. I lean my neck away as his tongue moves along my neck. I could move towards him to block his mouth; I could close my legs tightly to keep his fingers out of me. I could...
I open my legs, spreading them so that daddy has an easier way in.
He takes that as a clear invitation, grabbing the band of my panties and shifting them under my ass, successfully pulling them off and removing them.
I spread my legs again, and daddy reinserts his two fingers. He moves them in and out, gently tickling the inside of me with his fingertips.
John's voice, seemingly louder than usual, buzzes in my ear. “What are you doing?! You nearly ran right into him.”
I moan, the controller slipping out of my grip. I look over at daddy, who leans in and kisses me. As his tongue circles around mine, his fingers give a little speed boost, piercing me quickly, the sloshy sound of my soaking pussy picking up.
“I'm going to be honest. I can't keep playing.” I say into the mic, my voice jerky as my breath keeps cutting me off. I spasm and my breathing is ragged.
“Why?”
I blush. “I'm getting fingered right now.”
I'm finally able to lay the controller down on the ground as I admit it.
“What?” he asks. The surprise in his voice makes me smile.
“Yeah,” I gasp, “My daddy's fingering me right now.” Just saying it out loud, saying it to some boy over the internet, causes me to shudder in my spot. I put my hands on the floor to steady myself.
“Holy shit,” he says.
I watch as my character gets turned into pulp on the screen. John's character even stops, and he gets murdered right along side me.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah. He's got two fingers inside my pussy right now. It feels so fucking good.” I feel like I have to explain to him exactly why I let us die when we were so close. Like, he needs a real explanation.
“That's so fucking hot.”
I don't think he minds at all. “I bet it is, you fucking pervert,” I mock him.
Daddy hears me, and he decides to change the number. He pulls his fingers out and sticks them in his mouth, tasting me as he soaks a third finger. He inserts them into my pussy, spreading me open with three thick fingers.
“Oh fuck,” I moan. “Now he's got three fingers in me.”
I hear rustling over the mic for a second, before John says, “What else is he doing?”
“His fingers are so tight in me. Ugh, he's sliding them in.”
“Oooo, yeah?” John says.
He's totally getting off on this! “Is this turning you on?”
“Fuck yeah. Better than any game I could play.”
I blush, thinking about him touching himself. Whatever he looks like, it spurs my mind on. “You naughty little boy.”
Daddy chimes in, “Some boy's jerking off to you, huh, babygirl?”
I nod.
“I wonder how much he likes my little girl moaning.” Daddy lifts my shirt up, exposing my small breast. He falls down on it, taking it in his mouth and sucking on the little nub.
“Oh, daddy.”
“Oh,” John says, “that's so fucking hot that you call him daddy.”
“What else do you call your stepdad?” I ask, curious.
“Oh my god,” he mutters. “Your stepdad's fingering you?”
“Oh fuck. And sucking on my nipples.” Daddy flicks his tongue over my nipple, bouncing the erect tissue around before taking it in his mouth again and lightly biting down on it.
Daddy pushes me over onto my back, the rough carpet a perfect landing zone, as he feasts on my flesh and straddles over my thigh, keeping my legs separated as his fingers dive into my wet cunt. I can feel the juice on my thighs, splashing out as daddy's hand slams into me.
John hears every... little... moan that comes out of my mouth over the wireless mic. When I bite my lip, silencing myself, I can hear his own breathing through the mic, rough and ragged like my own.
He really is jerking off to me!
I've always teased him before, but now's my chance to really mess with his head.
“Come on, John. Beat that little dick while my daddy fucks me.”
He moans in response and I giggle to the sounds of him touching himself. He has to settle for that when I have the real thing right here.
“Daddy,” I say, “I want you in
side me.” I don't know if it's my desire for daddy making me talk like this, or the fact that there's a boy listening to me getting fucked, but the whole situation makes me want daddy so badly.
Daddy stands up on his knees. “You sure about that, baby?”
“Yes, daddy. I want your cock inside me.”
Daddy starts undoing his belt.
“Man, why don't you talk to me like that?” John says.
“Shut up, John, or I'm turning you off.” Literally and figuratively. I'm tired of hearing a boy's voice when I'm staring at a man's body.
“Sorry,” he says. He doesn't care if he sounds like a wounded puppy dog. He'll stay silent as long as he gets to beat off to me. It's amazing to have that control over him.
When daddy finally drops his pants, his cock springs to life, huge and thick, veiny and throbbing. The strain of it is fucking gorgeous as I imagining it bobbing to daddy's heartbeat.
“Daddy, let me suck your dick first.” I don't think I would have ever said anything like that before if I didn't have an audience listening to me on the other side.
I sit up and tilt the mic up and out of my face. Daddy moves closer and I grab his shaft, sticking his hard rod down my throat. It tastes like daddy smells, a flowery aroma of body wash with the faint salt of sweat.
His cock skims my tongue, reaching the back of my throat easily. I hold him there, basking in his taste and the hardness of his cock as my lips wrap around him, enjoying the softness of his skin as my tongue brushes the underside. I move my tongue in a crescent around him, bathing him in saliva, getting him nice and wet for a pussy that doesn't even need it.
I slurp on him, producing a sound I know John can here through the mic, even though its away from my mouth. I hear John moan in one ear as I hear daddy moan in the other.
It's like I'm pleasuring two men at once!
I pull his cock out of my mouth, stroking it as I enjoy his thickness in my small hand. He seems so big in my fingers, it's erotic to just think about. I grip him hard and stroke, loving the feeling of daddy in my hands. I love that Daddy's turned on by me, his cock giving it all away. He couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.
I let go and lie back, picking my hips off the floor in a humping motion. “Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me hard.”
Daddy takes off his shirt, his muscles contracting on the way up as his arms pull it overhead. When he lies down on top of me, his pecs press down on my tits, crushing them beneath him. As if daddy were sending a message about just how small I am compared to him, he waits a moment on top of me, letting me absorb the weight of him, before adjusting his cock beneath him, running it up and down my slit.
I latch onto the arm he's supporting himself with, grasping the tense muscles as I brace myself for his huge cock. When he finally pushes in, his enormous head spreads me apart, seemingly wider than his three fingers, causing me to gasp and hold my breath. The stretching is so intense and so pleasurable that I forget to breath for a good 5 seconds. My breath comes rushing back to me as I let out a deep groan.
I whimper, on the verge of tears. “Oooooooohhhhhh, fffffuck.”
Daddy holds his cock stiff as he guides it into me, spreading my cunt apart as his shaft holds me open. I feel the cup of his hand around his shaft bump into me before he lets go, allowing the rest of him to penetrate me as deep as possible, all the way until our pelvises meet.
He drops his other arm down on the ground to support himself, and I latch onto that one as well with my other hand, my pussy clenching around daddy's engorged shaft inside me. Daddy moves his hips around, grinding his cock inside me, pressing against all my walls, forcing my sensitive pussy to move with him.
With a simple movement of his hips, he pulls out and pushes back in, steady as he fucks me ever so slowly, torturing me with his long dick.
The motion is sharp, my walls burning as daddy's cock enters me. I reach up and pull the mic down back to my mouth.
“John, my daddy's so big, like the biggest dick ever.” I groan as daddy continues his meticulous flow. “He's so deep in my... pussy.”
With the subtlest movement, which I imagine you can only do with a tight six pack, daddy's pace picks up seamlessly. His cock doubles up, easily gliding into my drenched pussy.
I start to worry that I'm going to get rug burn on the thick carpet, so—almost like a toddler—I reach out for daddy and say, “Up, up, up.”
He leans down and I wrap my arms around his neck while his arms circle under my lower back. He lifts me up like nothing, expertly keeping his cock inside me as I loop my legs around his ass.
I place my head over his shoulder as he fucks me, driving his dick into me as he holds me in the air, thrusting deep while bucking his hips. He bites my shoulder as I ride him, and I grit my teeth as his lengthy cock strikes the back of me.
“Daddy, daddy, it feels so good,” I simultaneously whisper in his ear and the mic. “Fuck me deep, daddy. Fuck your babygirl.”
John's breathing is raspy as he throttles his cock so hard that I can hear his hand pumping his meat through the mic.
I bounce up and down on daddy, the momentum propelling me enough to nearly leave his cock, but I still slam down on it at the last moment, impaling me on his massive hard on.
Daddy brings me to the edge of the bed, laying me down so that my ass comes close to hanging over the edge. He has to bend his knees only a little as he thrusts into me, the bed a much more comfortable location for both of us than the floor.
Daddy groans as my pussy sucks on his cock, dragging him back into me.
I talk to both of them at once, knowing that they're both close and can both come for me, “I want you to come in me. Come for me. Come in my pussy.”
Daddy speeds up, using my tits as leverage as he plows into me, twiddling my nipples with his thumbs.
“Fuck, daddy. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me. Fuck me hard, daddy.”
He grabs my tits hard, squeezing them as he rams his cock in, mushing them as he leans in and power-fucks me. He alternates between thumbing them and pulling them, stretching my flesh.
His cock never relents, drilling my virgin pussy with long strokes that brush against my back wall.
My moans are loud and begging. It's enough to make the boy on the other end of the line draw his last ragged breath.
“Fuck me, daddy, fuck me and come in in my pussy.”
I buck my hips into him, impatient as I draw the last of his strength from him.
“Fill me up, fill me up, daddy.”
I hear John moan and grunt, pulsing with what I know is each shot of cum from his dick. Rhythmically his moans pour through as I imagine his cum splashing all over his stomach, completely satisfied with how he fucked me as hard as he could.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I scream. John's orgasm over me drives me up the wall. The boy I'd been playing video games with all this time just came all over himself as he listened to my pussy getting fucked, to my sweet moans in his ear.
I think of that white sticky liquid all over he belly. His fucking dick nice and soft, clutched in his hand as exhaustion takes him over and he lies there listening to me come as well.
I arch my back, daddy's cock fucking the breath out of me. I spasm and moan, “Ohhhh shit!” I vibrate out, my teeth chattering as my body convulses, the heat of my pussy exploding outwards into my stomach, up to my tits, causing my arms to shake uncontrollable.
My orgasm sets the last domino up to fall, as my pussy seizes around daddy's cock and finally brings him to climax.
“Oh fuck, babygirl, I'm coming!”
“Make me pregnant, daddy!”
His cock thrums, unloading his semen into my pussy as daddy holds his cock deep inside me. Long strands of hot cum shoot into me, spilling and clinging to my walls, dousing me in daddy's baby batter. The warmth of him travels through me almost like my orgasm did, my pussy absorbing his cum and feeding it into me.
Daddy twitches on top of me, and when he eventually pulls out, his cum tumbles out with
him, covering my slit and ass in warm goop.
I take a breath. “I'm sorry we couldn't beat that guy.”
John, tired, responds, “Another time. Another time.”
I click off the mic and take the headset off. I reach up for daddy and he climbs on top of me, kissing me passionately.
“Now that I have you to myself...”
“Eh,” he says, interrupting me and putting his finger up, “First we eat. Or'd you forget?”
I laugh, “Right. That's how this all started.”
“No, you ignoring me for your video games is how this all started.”
“Hmm,” I ponder, “maybe I should ignore you more often.”
“Oh, don't you worry,” daddy says, slapping my ass as he herds me into the kitchen, “I'll help you beat that boss, one way or another.”
I can't wait till John hears that. It makes my pussy quiver.
- - -
Daddy, I Know You're Jealous
I know this'll drive him crazy. I just know it.
It's why my heart is strangling me with absent heartbeats. It's why my palms are so sweaty and I feel twitchy at every imagined movement coming from my door.
But I gotta do this. I'm so sick of my stepdad's puritanical obsession with me.
Ever since my mom married him 3 years ago, he's been this hard ass that's constantly been hounding me.
Why? Because of his weird fundamentalist Christian upbringing.
At least, I think it's fundamentalist. What else do you call a man who's so preoccupied with a young girl's sex life? It doesn't matter that I'm far old enough to make my own decisions on relationships; he literally believes that a girl shouldn't so much as look at another man until she's married.
And it's not like I'm promiscuous or anything. I'm still a virgin, which I think makes it worse. When he stumbled upon that fact, it's like he found a unicorn. He's made it his pet project to make sure I live my life just like he expects every young girl to. I'm not 'corrupted', so he's trying his damnedest to make sure I stay that way.
And he's hella succeeded.
Like I said, I haven't tried anything, but I've basically had to keep my boyfriend, Jake, a secret for the past year. I can't bring him around the house, and I've been living in constant fear that my stepdad's going to find out. I think the farthest we've gone is a little groping and kissing. That's it. I've been ready to take that next step with Jake for a while now, but my stepdad has scared me into not experimenting.
