Chapter 634 - Daddy's Greedy Princess part 1 by princessmilkmaid

For as long as I can remember, I've been in love with my daddy.

They say every girl's first crush is her daddy - it's normal, totally innocent. But I'm not 'every girl'. As I grew, it warped from something cute and sweet, to something darker, something much less 'normal'.

Something... forbidden.

I never wanted any of the boys at my school, never lusted after their lanky frames and patchy-bearded faces like other girls in my grade. They weren't repulsive to me, but they certainly could never compare with my Alpha-male Daddy. I remember, on the night of my prom, when my date had arrived at my house to pick me up, the speech Daddy had given the poor boy had gone beyond the shovel-talk; it was more along the lines of 'shotgun-pointed-at-his-face' talk.

I hadn't had eyes for that boy, though. I'd only had eyes for Daddy, and wished he'd been accompanying me to Prom instead. What I wouldn't have given to dance with him, flirt with him, disappear into the shadows of the dancehall and show him exactly how he affected me.

My teenaged years were awkward and pained, but at the end of puberty, I'd blossomed into enough of a beauty to think maybe - just maybe - I could try my hand at seducing my daddy. But he remained unshaken by every attempt at flirting, every blatant display of my skin, every 'accidental' brush of my body on his, every lingering kiss I'd planted on his face, just inches from his lips.

That was, until, my nineteenth birthday, when he'd sent my mom off to a weekend-long spa, and finally gave into my advances, thoroughly ravaging me all night long, ruining me for any other man.

But that's a story for another time.

As it stands right now, it's been an entire fortnight since he last fucked me - a quick tryst in the woods at a family bonfire night - and I'm at my wits' end.

It doesn't help that my mom has started a new job, meaning less late nights and more time for her to skulk around the house. She has no idea what Daddy and I share, and I plan to keep it that way. Not that I care if she's disgusted or horrified - my entire life, she has belittled and bullied me, blaming the birth of me on the lack of career growth she's experienced, and always bitches about Daddy's "cushy" job - but I am scared she'd call the cops, and maybe Daddy would be taken away from me.

I couldn't stand that.

So I play the part of the good girl, saving my pennies for an apartment of my own, where Daddy can come around anytime and use me as he sees fit. My new college is only on the other side of the city, and I'm hoping to be out of this house by the time classes start.

But, right now, mom is fast asleep.

I know Daddy is downstairs watching TV.

Alone.

Now is my chance.

I'm dressed in one of Daddy's old band t-shirts - it's so big on me that it falls to my knees - and nothing else. I want nothing in the way of Daddy having his way with me.

I want to be completely bare for him, like he deserves.

My daddy works hard - harder than mom, harder than anyone I know. He's a firefighter, so he's often on-call. Tonight is a rare night off for him, and I plan on taking full advantage of such a thing. He's a hero to our whole city, and if my body can be his reward for all of his dedication, then I'm happy to service him however he needs.

I creep downstairs, still mindful of mom sleeping behind the closed door of their bedroom, and slowly unravel my dark hair from the plait I went to bed with. Daddy likes to grab fistfuls of my hair, likes to use it as an anchor to fuck himself with me.

Just the thought of my scalp pulled tight like that has my pussy flooding with slick,

my nipples pebbling against the soft cotton of Daddy's shirt.

I round the corner of the living room, and there he is. My sweet daddy, sprawled on the sofa like a king on his throne, his muscular body taking up more room than two average men. His hands are deliciously big, his arms roped with muscles from work, his torso hard and firm. His hair is as thick as ever, though it's streaked with silver.

But his face... God, he truly is the most handsome man I've ever seen.

I lick my lips as I ponder how to approach him. Do I surprise him? Do I tilt his head back over the back of the sofa and kiss him? Do I simply saunter over there and straddle him?

I'm too horny to wait any longer. For two weeks straight, I've been pleasuring myself every night to the thought of Daddy's hands on me, in me. I've used every toy under my bed, but nothing is as good. Nothing compares to my Daddy's touch.

"I know you're there," he rumbles, startling me from my thoughts.

I jump at his voice, and guiltily shuffle over to the sofa. His dark eyes are still on the TV, but I can tell he's not watching it. My throat constricts as he spreads his denim-clad thighs.

"Come on over here, baby girl," he purrs quietly.

Baby girl.

My pussy is hot and soaked now, juices wetting my thighs just from his voice alone. It really isn't fair, how quickly he can turn me into a puddle of goo. No one else has ever had this effect on me, not even porn or erotica.

Just Daddy.

I stand right beside him, my thigh touching his knee, and finally he looks up at me.

My breath catches. Jesus, he's so beautiful. I've always had to contend with other women flirting with Daddy, touching him and throwing themselves at him - from mom, to checkout women, to my school teachers - but he's never looked at any of them the way he looks at me.

Like I'm his whole world.

Like he'd do anything for me.

Like I'm a meal he wants to devour.

I lick my lips again.

"Can't sleep, baby?" he asks.

My voice has somehow deserted me, so I just shake my head in response.

"Hmm," he muses, a smirk playing around his delicious mouth. "Wouldn't be because of all the candy you ate after dinner, would it?"

"Maybe," I concede with a little giggle.

His smirk is replaced with a soft smile. "My sweetheart has a sweet tooth, huh? Incorrigible."

But I'm not here to play games. We've been dancing around each other for a fortnight, both of us knowing exactly what we want but unable to have it. Every time we got too close, my mom would come into the room, or call one of us downstairs, or make enough of a racket to have us jumping apart. At times, I simply considered locking my bedroom and having my way with Daddy, but my mom is so goddamned annoying that she'd probably axe down the door just to nag me.

No, I'm not about to flirt my way into this.

He knows what I want, and so do I.

I bend down until my lips are level with his ear. "You're tastier than any candy, Daddy. Can I suck on you, like I sucked on my lollipop?"

The groan he lets out goes straight to my aching core. When I lean back, his eyes are entirely black, lust as clear as day on his gorgeous face.

"You wanna suck, baby girl?" He languidly unbuckles his belt and scoops his half-hard cock out of his jeans. "Go on, then. Warm my cock like a good girl. Get me nice and hard so Daddy can fill you up."

Fucking hell, his words just fuel the fire inside me.

I all but scramble to my knees before him, blushing when he laughs at my eagerness. I grab his cock - almost as thick and long as my entire forearm, God help me - and immediately suck him into my wanting mouth. He groans again, this time louder and more ragged than before, and I revel in the sound.

I make my daddy happy. I can satisfy him the way no other woman can. I was made just for him.

His hands fist my hair, brushing the strands away from my face so I can suck him down more easily. He scoops it all into a ponytail in one hand, using the grip as a way to guide me up and down his length.

Before long, he's entirely hard on my tongue. I've been training hard to remove my gag reflex, so I'm able to choke most of him into my throat, but it's not easy. Maybe, if he were a more average-sized man, but Daddy is huge in every sense. I find an odd amount of solace in the thickness of his cock in my mouth, choking me, filling my entire world, the taste of him hot and heavy on my tongue.

I use both hands to stroke what my mouth can't reach, earning another broken moan. My drool drips down his length, lubricating my grip, until I'm fucking him with my face and hands like a good girl, exactly how he taught me all those months ago.

I lose track of time. I think it's hours, but it could be minutes. My brain switches off somewhere along the way, and all I can concentrate on is the feel and taste of Daddy, the sure and steady weight of his hands on my skull, the heavy breaths he lets out with every stroke I give him.

"Such a good girl," he whispers down at me. "Fuck, you're so incredible. I can see the bulge of my cock in your throat, baby. I'm so proud of you, training yourself so well."

I rub my thighs together, trying to alleviate the molten need in my core. My clit is throbbing without any stimulation, my slit fattened and ready for cock.

"Next time, Daddy will hang your head over the side of your bed and fuck your face properly, sweetheart. I'll be balls deep in your throat, pound your mouth the same way I pound your cunt."

His voice is getting darker, like the growls of a wild animal - a telltale sign he's on his way to coming down my throat. I want it, I want to swallow it down and show him what a good girl I am. I've drank so much of Daddy's cum that I'm addicted to the taste now. I could go days with just drinking him as sustenance.

But right as I think I'm going to receive a bellyful of hot seed, he pries me off his cock and forces my eyes to meet his. He's panting - as am I - and I want to mewl in need at the sight of him towering over me.

He catches his breath faster than I can, though, and soon leans back into the sofa and pats his lap.

I climb him like a tree, my thighs spread wide over his lap. I'll be surprised if his jeans aren't soaked by my dripping pussy. I have just enough time to hope I don't stain the sofa, before he cups the back of my head and kisses me.

I'd kissed all of three boys before Daddy claimed me, and none of them had even a hint of the effect Daddy's kisses have on me. They were wet and slimy, like having a slug writhing around my mouth.

Daddy's kisses, however, are all about control. His tongue lashes at mine, his teeth sinking into my lips and dominating my mouth the same way his delicious cock did. The scratch of his stubble is a welcome burn, one I hope I'll feel tomorrow.

His big, warm hands slide up my thighs, inching the t-shirt up to my hips, and when his fingers brush my drenched pussy, a high-pitched whine escapes me instinctively.

"Shh," he hushes me softly, gripping me tight. "It's okay, sweetheart. Daddy's here. Fuck, you're soaked. You been this wet for long, little one?"

"For two whole weeks," I choke out with a pout, causing him to laugh quietly.

"My poor baby," he coos, kissing me slow and thoroughly again. My hips buck against him, and his fingers slip up and down my slit. "Daddy's sorry, baby. I know it's not easy. I've been so hard for you, I've jacked off every night in the shower, thinking of your tight little body."

He kisses me again, a little harder now, our tongues mingling. I'm eager to swallow anything he gives me, any part of him.

"Your mom's going away for a business trip next week, little one. We'll have the whole house to ourselves," he reminds me. "But for now, let's see if we can have enough fun to last us the week, hm?"

I still pout, but I'm also too damned horny to argue. "Please, Daddy. Fuck me good, I need you. Use me however you like."

Daddy's eyes flash at that. "Fuck, little one. How'd I get so lucky, to have such a slutty little daughter? You're fucking perfect."

I light up at the praise, and reward him by grabbing his enormous cock and sinking down onto it, squeaking at the huge intrusion. Fuck, I forget just how huge he is. Like I said, my toys just don't compare, even the big ones. There's nothing like the hot feel of my daddy's thick length impaling me.

"Take it, baby," he breathes against my mouth. "You can do it. That cunt was made just for me, wasn't it? Show me how well you can take your Daddy."

After that, it's easy. I suck in deep breaths as I sink lower and lower, feeling every inch of my pussy walls stretch to accommodate such a brutal invasion. I bounce a little to ease the passage, and his fingers slip and slide against my swollen clit until my pussy lips meet his groin.

He's inside me at last.

I grin triumphantly, and the pride in his eyes is enough to make me fall a little more in love.

"I love you, Daddy," I tell him, a moment of softness before we give into the darker side.

Daddy kisses me tenderly, and cups my cheek with his warm hand. "I love you so much, baby girl."

And just like that, the spell is broken, and we give in completely.

Daddy cradles me in his lap, pinning my thighs apart as he lifts me up and down his cock. I thrash atop him, a fist stuffed into my mouth to muffle my screams of pleasure. He's using me like a doll, like a cocksleeve, fucking himself with my tiny cunt for his own pleasure. Nothing gets me off like this, like being utterly used.

I grab the hem of my t-shirt and lift it to peer down, and sure enough, there it is: the bulge of daddy's cock pressing against my insides, visibly spearing me with every brutish thrust. I poke at the bulge as it appears, and Daddy chokes out a groan of bliss.

"One day I'm gonna fuck that little ass like this, sweetheart," he growls into my ear. "You'll stretch yourself before you come to me, maybe stuff yourself with a fat plug, and I'll use your ass like I use your cunt. Would you like that, baby girl?"

My eyes roll back in my head at that image. I've watched so much anal porn, done so much research, even played with myself in such a way, but I assumed maybe Daddy wasn't into it, so I didn't take it too seriously.

But, God, he wants to pop all of my cherries? All three of my holes, belonging to Daddy?

Yes please!

I roll my hips down as he fucks upwards, meeting him halfway in perfect rhythm. My cunt is gripping him so tight, all of my muscles squeezed to try and milk him, even as I hurtle towards my own orgasm. The wet slapping sounds of our bodies meeting fills the living room, even louder than whatever's on TV.

Daddy shucks up my t-shirt and palms my round tits, pinching the pink nipples and rolling them between his thick fingers. I hiccup and moan into my fist, frantically riding him as my pleasure comes closer, closer, until--

He freezes.

Grips me tight, and pulls a nearby blanket over us so that only my head and shoulders are visible. He presses my face into his shoulder, his hand smoothing down my hair and taking my fist from my mouth, pressing a quick kiss to the side of my head.

"D-Daddy, wh--?"

"Shh, quiet for me, baby girl," he breathes.

And then, I hear it: the telltale signs of my mom thumping around their bedroom, and the door opening, her footsteps on the landing.

Shit.

Footsteps descend the stairs, and Daddy's cock jumps in my pussy. I clench down automatically, and his breath escapes him in a 'whoosh'. I squeeze my eyes shut tight, feigning sleep.

"Oh, for God's sake," Mom huffs when she arrives in the living room doorway. "She's such a brat. Want me to wake her up so you can come upstairs?"

"She's fine," Daddy replies calmly. "She was just lonely, I think. She's having a hard time with all her friends moving away for college."

Mom snorts. "If she'd applied herself a bit more, maybe she'd be moving with them."

I should be offended, I guess, but instead I know I have the ultimate upper-hand here. I let out a sleepy sigh and wiggle my hips a little, sinking lower on Daddy's rock-hard cock. It twitches again inside me, and I lick at Daddy's neck lazily, like a kitten licks at milk. My curtain of hair hides all of my face, so I know mom can't see me.

Daddy clears his throat quietly.

"I'll be up soon," he assures her, although there's no warmth in his voice. "After I put her to bed."

The thought of Daddy carrying me upstairs - maybe keeping me speared on his cock - and fucking me again before he goes to his own bed... it makes another wave of slick leak out of my cunt and drench his cock.

"She's a spoiled brat," mom remarks. "Don't stay up too late."

And then, thank God, she turns tail and goes back upstairs.

We wait a long time. Well, it certainly feels like a long time, when all I want to do is return to bouncing up and down on Daddy's perfect cock. Under the blanket, his hands gradually return to my hips, and I take that as encouragement to continue rocking against him, slipping up and down him more slowly now, my face still buried in his neck.

"Daddy," I whisper, as pleasure mounts within me again, "Please. I need you."

I suckle at his flesh as I ride him at a laid-back pace, my breasts brushing against his torso, my hands gripping his bulging biceps as leverage. He's still frowning, but his focus is back on me - where it should be.

"Daddy," I moan into his ear, rolling my hips, taking him deeper and deeper with every slide, my pussy readying itself to contract around him. I just need a little more. I reach down and pinch my own clit, bringing myself to the edge, because I know the magic words I'm about to say will send Daddy into a frenzy. I press my lips to his ear and whisper:

"Breed me, Daddy."

That's all it takes.

In a flash of movement, Daddy throws off the blanket and pins me to the sofa beside him, one hand clapped over my mouth, the other slapping my hand away to see to my clit with his own fingers. His cock is no longer still - he hammers into me without mercy, hitting parts of me my fingers and toys never could, an unyielding force inside me. He rips my t-shirt up to expose my jiggling tits, his eyes flickering between them and my blissed-out face.

"Baby wants to be bred, huh?" Daddy growls down at me, pistoning in and out of my gushing passage. I nod eagerly, thrashing and writhing under him, so very close to tipping over the edge. His fingers slap at my clit, making my legs quake with every hit.

"You want Daddy to fatten you up, sweetheart?" he demands in a hushed voice. "Such a perfect little fucktoy, just wants to please her daddy. I'll breed you good, baby girl. Daddy will fill you with seed until you're fit to bursting. Just lie there and take what Daddy gives you."

I'm so glad his hand is over my mouth, because all it takes is three more slaps of my clit - along with more powerful thrusts of his monstrous cock in my cunt - and I cum for him with a throat-ripping scream.

My vision whites out as he chokes out a groan, and suddenly stills deep within me. My legs shake, my body aquiver as his hot cum floods me, filling me up like he promised. My pussy desperately milks him for more, shuddering along his length in an attempt to fully drain him of that sweet seed.

"Such a good girl, my sweet baby, Daddy's so proud of you," he whispers as I float back down to Earth, his hand now soothing my clit in a way that calms me, rather than riles me up. "My perfect girl. You did so well."

I'm only half-conscious as he drags his half-hard cock out of me, and immediately tips my hips up to prevent any thick cum from oozing out. I moan at the sensation of it filling me to the brim, and can't resist dipping my fingers down to scoop out some. I bring my fingers to my mouth and suckle greedily, moaning again at the taste of my Daddy's yummy cum.

He watches me with heavily-lidded eyes. "Come on, baby. Daddy will take you up to bed before he wrecks this sofa for good." 

I giggle as he lifts me effortlessly into his strong arms, careful to keep my hips up to prevent cum spilling out. I'm so in love that it hurts, and I snuggle into Daddy's chest and breathe in the scent of him.

"Will you fuck me to sleep, Daddy?" I whisper to him, my body already ready to go again, as many times as needed for Daddy to be fully satisfied.

He laughs quietly, and kisses me soft and slow once more. God, I can't get enough of him.

"You are a brat," he teases. "But you're my brat. And what my baby wants, my baby gets."

As he carries me into my bedroom, I can't help but think I'm the luckiest girl in the whole world.

I wonder what Daddy has in store for me next...

 ------X------ 

It's only been three nights since my daddy fucked me to sleep after I rode him on our sofa downstairs, but it feels like an eternity. He'd carried me upstairs and 'put me to bed', as he'd promised my mom, but rather than just tucking me in and leaving, he'd proceeded to flip me onto my front and mount me from behind, fucking me thoroughly and silently for another hour. By the end of it, I'd been drooling into my pillow, my pussy thoroughly used and filled once more to the brim with Daddy's hot cum.

But it's not enough.

It's never enough.

And this morning, I'm determined to get what I want.

Daddy starts work at nine; mom gets up at seven, and leaves the house at seven-thirty. That gives us an entire two hours to play, if my plan is successful. The first part of my plan, though, depends on me having enough willpower to keep extra quiet. I'm a skilled actress, but this might test my talents to their limit.

It's almost seven, and I woke up at six-thirty so that I could wake up and prepare my body for Daddy's big cock. He's huge, after all, and while that usually isn't a problem, my pussy needs to be ready to envelop him whole. I've worked through my smaller dildos, and am now attempting to relax around my biggest one, although it isn't quite the size of Daddy's monster cock. Fuck, but it feels so good. I love being stretched open, and nothing stretches me the way Daddy's cock does. Just thinking about it makes my core gush a little, the dildo slipping in another inch and eliciting a squeak of shock from me.

I wish the rest of my preparation for this morning was as pleasurable as stretching my little cunt. Unfortunately, I have other things to do.

Once my pussy is thoroughly drenched and ready to take my daddy's girth, I turn to my bedside table and grimace.

This isn't going to be pretty, but it has to be done. My mom is a bitch and an idiot, but she isn't blind; if I'm going to play this part, I'm going to do it damned well.

I dip a finger into the wasabi paste and suck a scoop down, eyes squeezed shut and body tense. I hate spicy things, and this is my version of a nightmare, but it's worth it.

For my daddy, I'd do anything.

Sure enough, within seconds the burn permeates my entire being, and I start coughing and wheezing at the taste lodged in my throat. My nose becomes stuffy, my eyes water, my face aflame, and I all but run out of the room before any of the effects die down.

It's now or never.

I enter my parents' bedroom without knocking, and - as I predicted - my mom is just about to head into their ensuite for a shower.

"What's wrong with you?" she sneers, looking at my puffy face.

"I 'hink 'm 'ick," I groan, coughing again and shivering for effect.

She all but leaps away from me, as though I'm showing symptoms of leprosy. "Don't give it to me, Christ, I only just started this job."

"What's wrong?" Daddy rumbles from the bed, his voice deliciously husky and deep. My clit throbs at the mere sound of it.

"Your daughter looks like the living dead - more-so than usual," my mom snarks, never one to let an opportunity to criticise me go by. She clucks her tongue at me. "Go back to bed and stay there, don't infect us all, yuck."

I cough again, sniffling against the pain of the stupid wasabi still burning my oesophagus.

"'s okay, she's alright," Daddy says, still half-asleep. "What's up, baby?"

"Can I sleep in your bed?" I croak, and my mom rolls her eyes.

"So long as you wash the sheets before tonight, because I'm not sleeping in your cesspit," she warns, then turns to the wardrobe to pull out her work clothes.

I all but sprint to Daddy's side of the bed and leap in beside him, internally purring at the way he immediately curls around me, my back to his strong chest. I feel so impossibly small in his embrace; when I'm in my daddy's arms, I know he'll keep me safe.

I burrow down into his pillows, breathing in the smell of him as he eases me onto my side, facing the middle of the bed. His hand entwines with mine on my hip, and I instinctively arch back into him, so my ass is pressed against his groin.

Fuck, he's already so hard. I wonder how much harder I can get him in the next half-hour.

My mom looks over at us, and I rasp out another cough and sniffle, although the burn of the wasabi is nearly gone by now. My nose is still blocked, though, and I'm fairly sure my face looks feverish, so I'm not too worried.

Meanwhile, under the guise of getting comfy beneath the blankets, I wriggle my pajama shorts down over my hips, my firm ass and bare pussy now bare against Daddy's crotch. I can hear the breath catch in his lungs, the way his hand grips my hip tight enough to hurt, and I smile into the pillow.

Bingo.

"Don't let her get too close," my mom huffs, "or you'll get sick, too."

"It's just a cold," he replies, a little more awake now. "I don't mind."

My hand inches to the waistband of Daddy's pajama pants, ignoring how he's frozen behind me, and I manage to tug the hem down just enough to have his thick, long cock spring free against my lower back.

"Baby girl." He growls the warning into my ear, just as my mom's phone begins to ring.

She answers, and immediately begins yapping away to one of her colleagues as she goes back and forth to the wardrobe, not looking at us once.

I grin wider.

Daddy's not cooperating, but he's certainly not pulling away, either. He wants this, I know. He needs it as much as I do. No one can satisfy him like I can, no one is as perfect for him as me. He's trained me to be his perfect toy, and I fully intend on letting him play with me however he wants.

I reach back and grip his rock-hard cock, gasping a little when I realize my fingers don't meet around his girth. That very image has my pussy growing damper, sticky sweet juice now dripping from my hole.

With my mom's back to us, I angle his cock towards me, spread my thighs, line him up, and--

"Fuck," Daddy bites out, right as I impale myself on his fat dick in one swift thrust.

Thankfully, my mom didn't hear his curse, but I giggle to myself anyway.

Fucking hell, he feels so good. Every time, I think maybe Daddy's cock isn't as incredible as I remember, but every time I'm proven wrong. It's better than I remember. His length fills every inch of me, pressing against my walls and pushing my cunt to its limit. I know if I were to press a hand to my lower belly, I would feel the outline of him, bulging out under my flesh.

The thought has my pussy clenching, and Daddy gasps in a ragged breath at the sudden constriction.

My mom ends her phone-call and goes into the ensuite, again without looking at us, which I'm eternally grateful for; I don't think my acting skills could cover the glaze of bliss on my eyes, nor the flush in my cheeks.

As soon as the bathroom door shuts, Daddy growls again, low and predatory. I roll my hips experimentally, and that's all it takes to set him off.

"My insatiable little slut," he bites into my ear, pressing his weight onto me from behind, giving himself more leverage to fuck up into me. "Can't resist, can you, baby? Can't stay away from your Daddy's big cock."

"I tried, Daddy," I whimper into the pillow, "but none of my toys are as good as you."

His hips stutter at that, his lips pressing to the back of my neck to release a groan. "You fuck yourself with toys often, sweetheart?"

"Every night, sometimes in the daytime, too," I admit on a pleasured hiccup, as his cock hits my sweet spots all at once.

The shower turns on in the ensuite, and I gain a little courage. I bring the hem of my sleep t-shirt up to my neck, exposing my soft, perky tits to Daddy as he fucks me from behind. My pink nipples are stiff with pleasure, begging to be suckled, and Daddy groans again, a little louder this time.

"When your mom's gone next week," he tells me, "Daddy's gonna watch you use those toys on yourself, maybe stuff one in your ass while I fuck your little cunt. Another one in your mouth, fill all your greedy, wet holes. Then, when you're all stretched out, Daddy will load up every one of them with cum. I want to watch every one of your holes drip hot cum, baby girl."

I suck in a wild breath at the picture that paints in my mind, my whole body shuddering with ecstasy.

Daddy's hands come up to knead at my round breasts. I'd always thought I was a bit too small to be attractive, but Daddy has shown me just how perfect my tits are, the way they fill his palms and allow him to pinch them both together with one hand to stick his cock between them. Like I said, every part of me was made for my daddy, even the parts I once thought were lacking.

His fingers pinch my nipples tight, to the point where pleasure mingles with pain, and I have to bite the pillow to keep myself from screaming in delight.

This is what I needed. This is why I'm addicted to my daddy - because no other man could ever know my body as well as he does.

"So fucking tight," he snarls as he fucks down into my heat, his heavy balls slapping against my ass as he pushes me nearly fully onto my front. "Willing to do anything for cock, huh, baby? Even come in here and split yourself on Daddy while your mom's still in the room? Fuck, my little girl is such a cockslut, she can't go a few days without her dad breeding her deep, can she?"

Every question sends me higher and higher, until I'm sure I'm about to burst with pleasure. His big, warm hands milk my tits, and my mind provides the image of actual milk dribbling from my nipples, my tummy round with Daddy's baby, my cunt thoroughly bred and claimed.

"O-only Daddy's cock," I whine into the bedding, fingers clutching desperately at the sheets tangled around my hips. "Only want Daddy's cock to fill me, only a slut for Daddy!"

"Shh, I know, little one," Daddy hushes me softly, kissing the back of my neck. "You're all mine. My precious little fuckdoll."

Right at that moment, the shower turns off, and I reluctantly pull the blankets back up to my neck, though I leave my tits out for Daddy to fondle as he likes. He slows his thrusts, but doesn't pull out, and rolls me back to my side so that - to a casual observer - it would seem like we're just spooning.

And, for a moment, I'm content to simply lie there with Daddy buried deep in my pussy, my soaked walls clenching around him rhythmically, his hands lazily pinching and massaging my tits. If we were all alone, this might be the perfect Sunday morning; me, creeping into Daddy's bed and waking him up with my lips wrapped around his cock, working him up until he fucks me like a man possessed. Maybe he would carry me downstairs and feast on my pussy before breakfast, maybe he'd stuff my ass with cum and plug it before dropping me off at my part-time job. If it were up to me, neither of us would ever go to work, or even leave the house. I'd be naked for him all the time, open and ready for his use at any second.

It's my dream, and I'm determined to make it a reality.

I just have to bide my time.

Daddy shuffles away from me so that we're not obviously back-to-front, but his dick is so big that it's easy to keep me speared on him.

My mom emerges from the ensuite dressed for work, putting the finishing touches on her too-thick make-up, and rolls her eyes once more when she sees me curled up in her bed, seemingly fast asleep.

"Another level of laziness," she remarks with a tsk. "You shouldn't encourage her. She'll think she can weasel her way out of anything if she pouts enough."

Daddy doesn't rise to the bait, and instead shifts his hips so that his cock slips further into my wet passage, my slit aching with the need to cum.

"Actually," Daddy says after she snaps her bag shut, "I think I'm coming down with something, too. I might call in sick."

I have to hide my face in the pillows to conceal my triumphant grin.

"Well, I'm going to work," my mom bitches. "Unlike some in this house, I'm not lazy enough to just bunk off whenever I want. Remember to wash the sheets, and I want dinner on the table when I get home."

She saunters out of the room and down the stairs, and before long, the telltale signs of her car reversing out of the garage fill the air.

With a snarl, Daddy tears the blankets away from us, flips me over, pulls my hips up and back, and immediately impales me once more.

A scream erupts from me at the sudden invasion, my hands scrambling to find a grip on the bedding, his fingers threading through my hair and pulling my head back so he can fuck himself with me properly.

"D-Daddy," I sob, actual tears in my eyes. "Please, I need to cum, please!"

"Cum whenever you want, baby," he grunts at me, "but Daddy isn't stopping. I'm gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop."

I want to assure him that that will never happen, although I don't mind the idea of pretending to resist.

But, action is better than assurance, so I arch my back in just the right way so that he's hitting my g-spot with every feral thrust and hurtle towards my first orgasm of the morning. His cock is so huge that I have very little choice but to gush all over him as I tip over the edge, screaming and writhing under him as I cum, tears spilling over my cheeks and my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. My cunt milks Daddy hard, rippling up and down his length, throbbing until I collapse face-first into the bed, drooling onto the sheets.

"Good girl," he chuckles, running a hand down my bare spine. He gives me only a few seconds of reprieve, and then he resumes pistoning me once more. "Jesus, baby, you're dripping all over the sheets. I wonder if I could make you squirt for me, angel, hm? I wanna finger-fuck you until you spray juice all over yourself."

I moan, loud and shameless, at the idea of that.

Still, I have a few more surprises in store for my sweet daddy, so I can't get too distracted.

After my heart stops trying to beat its way out of my chest, I reach back with shaking fingers and pull my ass cheeks apart, whimpering at the feel of such exposure.

Daddy slows enough to tell me he's watching my movements, and the growl of approval he lets out has my every nerve singing.

"What's this, baby? What have you done for Daddy?"

I peer back at him over my shoulder and grin. "Do you like it, Daddy? I've been practicing. I don't think I'm ready for cock yet, but..."

His hands slide from my back to my ass, and a finger from each of his hands traces the wet seam of my asshole. I'd poured enough lube in there - along with stretching myself out with my fingers and smaller toys - to ensure Daddy could play without fear of hurting me.

"So perfect," he breathes, and I moan. "My baby girl is so perfect. You want Daddy to finger you here, sweetheart? Is that why you're all wet and sticky?"

"Yes, Daddy," I choke out, so full of love and cock and everything in between. "Please, stretch me, I want to gape for you."

"Fucking hell," Daddy growls. Those two fingers sink right into my wet puckered hole, pushing past the resistance there, and I let out a wail of ecstasy. Fuck, but it's so tight! Even my toys didn't feel like this!

Daddy scissors his big fingers inside me, until I relax enough for him to push a third in, his cock still fucking in and out of my pussy at a languid pace. I stretch out on the bed, equal parts needy and content, because we have the whole day to explore each other, with no interruptions or need to be anywhere.

"You feel full now, baby girl?" Daddy asks. "Shit, I can feel my fingers against my cock. Your ass is so beautiful, so hot and tight."

"Please, please, Daddy, please!" I'm not even sure what I'm begging for anymore, I only know I need my sweet daddy to take full control.

As always, Daddy knows just what I need, and how to give it to me.

"Hold on, baby girl, let Daddy see," he tells me, withdrawing from my cunt entirely.

I cry out at the loss, but he just shushes me and slaps my legs apart, so my ass is entirely in the air, my knees spread wide.

"Fuck, look at that," he remarks, his breath hot on my ass cheeks. I feel my whole body blush at the thought of Daddy peering into my parts so intimately. The only other time he's done this is when he first took my virginity, and he wanted to ensure I wasn't too badly hurt by his huge cock afterward. "Messy baby."

His fingers spread my cunt wide open, hooking into the sides and pulling it apart until I whine in humiliation. I have the sudden idea of him dipping his whole hand in there, of maybe trying to take his entire fist so he can really stretch me wide. I've seen videos of women being fisted, but never thought I would enjoy it ... until now, when the prospect is there, and all I can think about is Daddy easing his curled hand into my pussy until it's locked in place.

Juices run down my thighs at that image, and I have to remind myself to breathe.

"Wish you could see this, sweetheart," he purrs. "Your little cunny is so stretched out and soaking, I bet I could fit my whole hand in there if I wanted. And then..." His fingers travel up to my asshole, giving it the same treatment, hooking inside and gently prying it until it gapes a little. "Oh, baby girl, yes. This is so beautiful."

"Daddy, I'm so empty," I sob pitifully.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Daddy's here, you're alright. Let me stretch you out, baby."

His fingers slip up and down my entire slit, from my clit to my ass and back, dipping his fingers in to stretch my walls wider and wider, both holes relaxing under his treatment until I'm sure I'm gaping in both.

I feel as though I'm about to burst at the seams, I'm so unbelievably horny. I can't even form words - all I can do is cry and whine and thrust my hips backwards, like a bitch in heat.

Daddy doesn't move to reposition his cock at my entrance. Instead, three of his fingers dip back into my ass, while four of his others stuff my pussy. My voice cracks on a scream, my body torn between scuttling away from the overwhelming pleasure and arching back into it.

In the end, I don't have a choice. Daddy is too strong for me, and I'm helpless against his treatment. His fingers rub together against my inner-most walls, and both he and I groan at the sensation.

Just as I'm on the precipice of another mind-shattering orgasm, he withdraws the fingers in my pussy and shoves his huge cock in me once more, stretching me all over again.

I can only lie there and take it as he pummels into me, his big fingers still hooking my ass apart so that it's stretched almost as wide as my pussy. If I had any doubts that I wanted Daddy to fuck my ass before, they're well and truly gone by now.

He wraps his other hand around my hair and pulls, so my breasts are jutting upwards, jigging and bouncing with every brutal stab at my insides. Fuck, but it feels so good. I'm so glad I applied myself to seducing my daddy for so long, I'm so proud of myself for morphing myself into the best slut I can be for him. He'll never want for anyone else, not as long as I'm around.

"Hold yourself apart for me, baby girl," Daddy snarls down at me. "I wanna see your little ass gape."

I do as he bids, reaching back to spread my ass cheeks once more, moaning at the way I can feel my forbidden hole opening wide, desperate for Daddy's fingers to return.

Daddy reaches down and strums my clit incessantly, and I begin to babble without thinking:

"Daddy, Daddy, I need to cum, mess me up, please! Dump your cum in me, Daddy, I need it! Please, pl-- OH!"

And just like that, I tip over the edge at the same time Daddy shoves the fat head of his cock into my cunt and paints my insides white with his seed.

My scream mingles with Daddy's roar, and it's like music to my ears. My whole body heaves and writhes, his fingers not letting up until I'm honest-to-God sobbing into the sheets.

 Finally, when I'm just managing to catch my breath, he sits back on his haunches and surveys my well-used slit.

"This little back hole needs to be fed," he coos, scooping up some of the cum dripping from my swollen pussy and stuffing it into my ass. He does it again and again, spreading his thick seed all over my gaping forbidden hole, pushing the liquid in so I can feel it dripping down my channel. The warmth has me moaning again, and Daddy chuckles. "You're not sick at all, are you, baby?"

I grin at him over my shoulder, even through my fatigue and the distant burn of wasabi in my throat. "Lovesick, maybe. For my beautiful daddy."

He throws his handsome head back and laughs, fingers still stroking my slit tenderly. When he smiles at me, though, there's no teasing there - just love. "Hm, I'm definitely coming down with the same thing. Lucky we're both taking a sick-day today, so we can both rest up properly."

I flip over and spread my legs wide, my fingers joining his between my legs, spreading Daddy's cream all over myself. His eyes flare at that, and I'm hit with a swell of confidence.

"I don't think 'rest' is what we need, Daddy," I say, a little breathlessly. I lift a finger to my lips to suckle at our combined flavor, and moan at the taste. "After all, what's the point of washing these sheets if we don't get them properly dirty?"

Daddy pounces on me once more, and I shriek with giggles.

I wonder just how much Daddy can stretch me this time...

------X------ 

"We must be the only eighteen-year-old virgins left in this stupid town."

I roll my eyes at that. "I highly doubt that."

"Well it sure feels that way!" huffs my best friend, Kitty. "Everyone else in our year was busy getting it on while we were stuck at the library, studying our asses off. It's not fair."

It takes everything in me to refrain from pointing out that, actually, I'm definitely not virginal any longer. Kitty and I are best friends, but I doubt even she would be able to handle the fact that it was my own daddy who took my virginity only months ago, and has been fucking me regularly since.

"I don't think we're missing much," I say, breezily. "Teenaged boys are disgusting, anyway. I wouldn't let one put his dick anywhere near me, let alone in me, at least until he learns how to last more than twenty seconds."

Kitty giggles at that, and I grin. Since finals, the two of us haven't spent much time together, so we're having an old-fashioned sleepover to unwind a little. My mom is at some work function until late, and Daddy is reading downstairs. He fucked me only this morning, when Mom was in the shower, but I'm still wet and hungry for him, as always.

Part of me just wants to say 'fuck it', go downstairs, ride Daddy into the reading chair, and not give a damn if Kitty happens to see.

But I also love her dearly, so I'm not about to risk our friendship by exposing her to the filthy, taboo relationship I've built with my own daddy.

So, Kitty and I are curled up in a pile of blankets and pillows, watching some trashy movie from the nineties, snacks all around us, our limbs tangled together under the quilts. In the glow of the fairy lights pinned up around my room, I feel warm and safe enough that my body is starting to prepare itself for, ah, other activities.

I look across at Kitty, who's still pouting even as she watched the film. I don't quite understand why she's still a virgin; she's certainly gorgeous enough to have any guy she wants. She's shy, though, and inexperienced enough to not know when she's the target of flirtation, so maybe that's it. She and I have similarly slim builds, although she has bigger boobs than me - something I've always envied her for. She has sky-blue eyes, long lashes, soft pale skin, and caramel-colored hair that hangs in waves to her waist.

"Can we take a selfie?" I ask, a rather wicked idea popping into my head as I survey my best friend's beauty.

She blinks, but shrugs. "Sure. Put a filter on it, though, because I'm not wearing make-up."

"Oh my God, shut up," I laugh, shoving her playfully. "You're stunning and you know it."

I take out my phone and angle the front towards us, and she smiles goofily at the screen. At the last second, I press my lips to her cheek in a wet kiss, and she shrieks with laughter as I snap a photo.

"I am definitely not stunning," she scoffs.

I quickly send the photo to Daddy's phone, adding the caption: 'Come upstairs soon, but be extra quiet! I want Daddy to watch something ;)'.

I throw my phone to the side and round on Kitty, frowning at her tone. "Kitty, you're literally the most beautiful girl I know. Don't put yourself down like that."

"You're just saying that," she grumbles, fingers picking at the blanket's edge.

I've never been attracted to my best friend - or any girl, really - in this way, but for some reason, tonight I am. Maybe Daddy has awakened something in me, something sensual that has never had the time to shine. Maybe it's just because it's Kitty, because she truly is special, and I want to make her feel that way. I want her to experience a little of what I have, thanks to Daddy. I want to pamper her, and pleasure her, and show her what she's missing.

And if Daddy happens to see us and enjoy himself ... well, that's an added bonus.

"Kitty," I whisper, bringing my fingertips to her chin and tilting her gaze to look at me. I hope she can see the desire in my eyes. "If we're both needy...why don't we do something about it?"

She looks a little dazed, her cheeks dusted with pink. "W-what do you -?"

"If you're worried about being inexperienced," I tell her in that same soft tone, "maybe I can help you. I've been with more guys; I can show you what it feels like. Only if you want, though." I swallow, and gain a little courage. "Let me show you how gorgeous you are."

She looks down at my lips, visibly swallows, and then nods, short and sharp.

"O-okay," she breathes. And then I kiss her.

Kissing Kitty is ... very different to kissing Daddy. Daddy is all about control, his tongue lashing mine and keeping me in his hold until he's done with me. It gets me hot like nothing else, the taste of my daddy's lips and mouth.

But Kitty is soft, and sweet, and obviously new to this game. I press my lips to hers gently, and she lets out a moan that makes me think she's been wanting this for a while. She tastes like the candy we've been eating non-stop for an hour, and it's delicious. After a moment of adjustment, she opens her mouth to me, and I lick her lips, meeting her cautious tongue with a tenderness Daddy only shows me when he isn't ravaging me. I lick her tongue, slow and hard, and then pull back a little.

"Good?" I ask.

She just nods, all starry-eyed, seeking my mouth out by her own volition for more.

Careful not to startle her too much, I ease my right leg over her lap to straddle her, ensuring Daddy might have a clear view of what I'm doing if he were to watch from my ajar bedroom door. Then, I meet her lips again, the two of us pressing into one another, her hands settling on my waist as I slide my fingers through her soft hair to tilt her head back further.

"Make as much noise as you want," I tell her, then wiggle down to kiss the spot on her neck that I know drives me wild.

"Y-your dad will hear," Kitty rasps as I lash at her skin with my tongue.

I snort internally, but just grin up at her. "Nah, he's all the way downstairs. Trust me."

Sure enough, she lets out a ragged moan at the feel of my lips and tongue working that spot, her hips instinctually bucking up under me, and I resist the urge to grin into her flesh. Is this how it is for Daddy? Does he feel this same sense of satisfaction when I react to his touch?

She keeps moaning, her fingers scrambling against me as I lap at her tender flesh, imitating what I'd likely do to her pussy if I were to eat her out. I soothe my hands over her shoulders and front, stopping just short of her round, heaving tits. When I glance down, I can see her nipples have hardened against the thin fabric of her tank top, and a flood of wetness fills my core. I've never had these urges, but it feels oddly natural, and the thought of Daddy watching from the shadows only has my cunt growing damper.

"Please," she repeats, weaker this time, her chest pressing into my hands in a desperate fashion.

"You want me to play with your tits?" I whisper against her skin.

"Yes!" she cries out, almost sobbing. God, she's so easy to rile up. Am I like this for Daddy? I've never thought about how good it feels to simply give up control, because I do it all the time for Daddy - it comes naturally. But now I realize what it must feel like for him, when I turn to putty in his big, strong hands and let him do whatever he wants to me.

It feels ... good.

"You're so fucking hot," I tell her as my hands go to her tits, weighing them in my palms before thumbing her stiff nipples. She moans again, the sound traveling straight to my drenched pussy, and I tighten up in response.

"Tell me if I go too far," I warn her, right before I pull her top down to let her sizable tits bounce free, my mouth immediately dipping down to suckle one of those perfect, pink nipples.

Kitty whimpers and whines, clutching my head to her breast as I lick and suck. I glance back at the door, and sure enough, I can see the outline of my beautiful Daddy just silhouetted against the shadows. I'm certain Kitty wouldn't notice him, but I know his size and the feel of his eyes on me.

I know he's watching.

I make sure my back in arched, my ass on full display for Daddy, and I'm sure he can see how soaked my pajama shorts are from his vantage point.

I kiss one nipple, then the other, heedless of Kitty's moans and sighs, the occasional buck of her hips, the way her hands naturally fall to my ass and touch me tentatively. When I catch her stare, her eyes are all but black with carnal desire, her pretty mouth open and wet.

"C'mere," I whisper, then bring my head back up to kiss her juicy lips, sloppily making out with her once more. She whimpers again, the way I do when Daddy won't give me what I want.

"I want to ... to help you, too," she admits softly, blushing a little.

I've never played with another girl like this before, but it feels incredible. It feels too easy to give into my urges, especially with my daddy's gaze on my back. His stare gives me the courage to ease Kitty's top back up over her perky tits, and hook my fingers into her waistband.

"How about we get naked, and see what happens? I bet it'd feel really good," I tell her with a toothy grin.

Kitty giggles and nods, before allowing me to roll her shorts down her toned legs and see my best friend's pussy for the first time.

She's beautiful. I have to wonder if my cunny looks like hers - pink and ripe and juicy, nice and shaved to allow me to look my fill. I lean back and ease her legs open further, revealing her soaked hole and swollen little clit.

"You next," she says shyly.

She doesn't have to ask twice!

I strip off my tank top and then my shorts, giggling the whole time with her, until we're both naked in our little nest of blankets and pillows. Again, the feel of her skin against mine as I kiss her again is different to Daddy's, but not in a bad way. Kitty is soft where he's hard, smooth where he's coarse, and an idea springs into my head as I roll her nipples between my fingers.

"Hey, I think I know how you can get practice with a guy," I say, as she rolls her hips under me, obviously desperate for some kind of relief.

"H-how?" she moans.

"What if I asked my daddy to help us out?" I ask her casually, as though it's not a big deal in the slightest.

Kitty blinks up at me. "Your dad?! No way, he'd never do it, even for you!"

I do snort this time. "We both know he's wrapped around my finger. Let's just say he did want it - what would you think?"

Kitty hums in thought as her eyes go to my juicy tits, then the bare, dripping slit between my legs. Her hands play with my hair, almost absentmindedly.

"I mean, he's really hot, so I wouldn't complain. But wouldn't that be, like, super weird for you?"

And there's the opening I needed all along. "Well ... I kinda have a secret. Do you promise not to tell anyone?"

"Of course." She nods, those big eyes sparkling up at me like the fairy lights around us.

I lean down her to ear, caressing her soft waist as I do so. "Daddy and I fooled around a few weeks ago."

Her gasp echoes around the room, but she doesn't immediately shove me off or shriek in disgust. Instead, her eyes grow even bigger. "You what!? Omigod, no way! You're making that up!"

I shrug. "You want me to get him in here to prove it?"

Kitty bites her lip, but that haze of lust is still clear on her face. "Only ... only if he won't freak out."

"Aw, Kitty," I coo, kissing her again, our tongues mingling lazily as I pet her hair. "I promise, he'll be totally cool with it. Trust me. And if he does freak out, I'll let you lend my designer handbag for the rest of the year."

She giggles again at that, and I know I've won this.

We make out for a long moment, and I wonder if I should call out for my daddy to come up here, or--

"Hey, girls, I just wondered if you wanted--"

Kitty and I freeze at the sound of the door opening, and when I look over, there's my handsome, strong Daddy in the doorway, looking at the two of us like he's seen a ghost. He's such a good actor!

"Um," Kitty squeaks.

"Oh, good, Daddy, you're here," I say quickly. "Kitty and I need help."

To his credit, Daddy doesn't look like someone who's been spying on his daughter making out with her best friend for the past twenty minutes, nor does he openly gawk at our entwined, naked bodies. "What do you need help with, sweetheart?"

"We're horny," I say with a bratty pout.

"I can see that," he says with a chuckle, which makes Kitty squeak again. I pet her hair again to soothe her. "What do you want me to do about it, hm?"

"Daddyyyy," I whine, because I know he's just being deliberately obtuse.

He laughs again, and steps into the room to sit on my bed, so he's now perched above us. Kitty is entirely frozen under me, her eyes huge with anxiety.

"Okay, okay," he concedes. "How about you do to Kitty what I did to you the other week, hm? Maybe that will help her relax a bit."

He must see the naked hunger on my face, because his smile widens. Kitty, on the other hand, seems still convinced he's about to yell at us for doing any of this, because she hides behind my hair when I try and ease her down onto the blankets.

"What are you gonna do?" she whispers.

"I'm gonna lick your pussy until you cum, if that's okay with you," I whisper back with a wink.

"You ... you'd do that? For me?" she asks in a small voice.

I click my tongue. "I told you, you're beautiful, Kitty. I'd love to eat you out. Daddy doesn't mind, do you, Daddy? Seeing as it was your idea."

Daddy rolls his eyes good-naturedly. "Show me, baby girl. Daddy wants to see how well you remember what I did."

I don't waste any more time, because I'm a bit scared Kitty might call the whole thing off if I hesitate any longer. I kiss my way down her beautiful body, holding her gaze the whole way, and open her legs once more, knees apart so her soaked core is exposed to me and Daddy.

Just like Daddy did to me all those weeks ago, I push Kitty's hips back and dive down to feast on her cunt, ignoring the squeal of delight she gives as I do so. My tongue laps at her stiff little clit. My fingers hold her juicy lips apart so I can eat her out more easily, and God, she's delicious! I slurp and lash at her with all my might, until I'm basically making out with my best friend's cunny.

Meanwhile, Kitty is squirming and moaning, hands on the back of my head and pushing me further into her slit.

"Play with her poor little clit, baby," Daddy instructs, and fuck, it's hot to hear him order me around like that. I do as he says, my fingers strumming her button with increased frequency until she's gushing into my mouth, her moans growing louder and louder. "That's it, Kitty. Come whenever you need to. My baby will help you through it."

Fuck, I think I'm dripping onto the blankets by now.

Kitty calls out my name, and suddenly, that's all it takes for her to tip over the edge. I can feel her pulsing around my fingers and tongue, feel how utterly soaked she suddenly becomes as her pussy throbs in tandem with her ragged breaths. I lick her through it, and grin up at Daddy when I'm done, my mouth and chin covered in her cum.

"Good girls, both of you are so beautiful," Daddy praises. "C'mere, baby. Let me have a taste."

I crawl over to Daddy, who bends down to cup my face before kissing me, moaning at the taste of my best friend on my tongue. I know he must be hard as a rock, but I'm so worked up after my stunt with Kitty that I selfishly want to do anything to come next.

"Daddy, please," I groan, rubbing my thighs together. When I glance back, Kitty is watching us with those big eyes, mouth still agape, but she looks aglow with pleasure.

"Are you okay, Kitty?" Daddy asks in his rumbling voice.

Kitty nods, still slightly drunk post-orgasm. "I think I just flew to outer space."

Daddy and I laugh at that, and I think the sound gives her courage, because she crawls over to where I'm kneeling by Daddy's legs, and kisses me again, softer than Daddy. "Thank you," she says. "Can I, um, return the favor?"

"Yes please!" I say eagerly, and look up at Daddy. "Will you show Kitty how you finger me, Daddy?"

"Of course, sweetheart. Come sit on my lap, so Kitty can see." I climb up onto his lap, facing Kitty, and revel in the way her face is awash with pleasure and excitement.

Daddy sucks a mark into my neck, which makes me hump his lap instinctively. His big, calloused hands come around to play with my tits, pinching at my nipples as he sucks. I pant, and look down at Kitty. "Daddy always starts by playing with my titties and kissing me. Don't settle for a guy who just dives his fingers right in there, because you won't be wet and ready for him."

"That's right, baby," Daddy agrees. "We always have to warm you up to get that pussy nice and wet, otherwise it might hurt."

He helps me spread my kneeling legs before dipping a hand into my sticky cunt, swirling his fingers around my slit until I'm whining and moaning, and holds them out to Kitty. "This is how wet you should be, Kitty, before you let anyone finger you. Especially if it's your first time."

"O-okay," she whimpers, eyes glued on where he's lazily rubbing at my pussy. I wonder if she wants him to do that to her, but feel a bit possessive at the thought of my sweet daddy touching another girl's pussy like this.

Daddy gives me no warning - he just spears me with two fingers, and holds me up by the throat as I thrash against him. Fuck! He always stretches me out so good!

"Now, I'm going to show you a trick, Kitty," he tells her. "If you curl your fingers into a slight hook, and press forward--"

"EEK!" I squeal as Daddy finds my special spot with deadly accuracy.

Daddy laughs. "Let's see what happens when I hit that spot over and over, hmm? Wanna show Kitty how you squirt, baby girl?"

I don't have the chance to answer - all I can do is hold on to his strong arms and cry out in pleasure as he quickly finger-fucks my g-spot, the squelching sound of my hungry cunt echoing around my bedroom.

"It's okay, Kitty," I hear him say, "she loves it, I promise."

When I manage to glance down, Kitty is only a handspan away from my core, mouth slightly open. "C-can I...?"

"Go ahead, kitten. If you lick her little clit, I'll make her come into your mouth."

With that, Kitty dives forward and wraps her lips around my swollen button, as though she can't resist it any more. The feel of her tongue lashing against my clit, along with Daddy's incessant fucking of my soaked core, is too good to be real.

One minute, I'm climbing to the edge, and the next, I'm tumbling into oblivion with an ear-piercing scream of delight.

Liquid gushes out of my cunt, right into Kitty's mouth, as Daddy slaps at my pussy to encourage more and more spray, and tears run down my face as the ecstasy rolls through me. I slump in his hold while Kitty continues to lap between my legs like a hungry kitten.

"You were perfect - both of you," Daddy tells us, petting both of our hair. "Do you feel better?"

"Mm," I say with a hazy nod. "But now I wanna make you feel better, Daddy."

"Oh little one, it's okay, Daddy can go and take care of--"

"Nooo," I whine, grinding back on him. "I wanna show Kitty how to suck cock!"

Both of them suck in a breath at my words, and I grin in triumph when Kitty nods up at me.

Daddy mutters something about us being the death of him as I clamber off his lap and join Kitty at his feet on the floor, kissing her again, long and hard, in thanks for helping me come so hard.

"Here, you can watch, and join in if you want," I tell her, unzipping Daddy's chinos and helping to spring him free of his boxers. Kitty gasps again, and I don't blame her - Daddy is huge. Thick and fat and long, with pearls of pre-cum already beading at his mushroom head. I quickly lick those drops away, then hold his cock out for Kitty to see properly.

 "Isn't it amazing?" I say to her with a giggle. She reaches out to touch it, and Daddy groans when both of our hands work him up and down.

"Relax your jaw, and stick your tongue out. I've been practicing on Daddy for ages, so I don't gag any more, but it might take a while for you," I tell Kitty, right before I duck down to suckle at my daddy's enormous dick, earning another growl of desire from him.

I ease him into my throat, then hold him there while I swallow around him, and eventually come back up for air. "Wanna try?" I ask Kitty, who nods eagerly.

She doesn't dive right in, but instead takes tentative licks of Daddy's bulbous head while my hand twists at his length. Eventually, she gains the courage to suck him into her mouth, moaning at the taste, and slowly bobs up and down.

"That's it, good girls," Daddy groans, petting both of us, and smiling down at me. "You're such a wonderful teacher, baby. And Kitty is a very quick learner." Kitty seems to preen at the praise. "How about you both suckle, hm?"

"Will you come in our mouths, Daddy?" I ask brightly.

"Fuck yes, baby. Anything you want."

Kitty sighs as I take my turn to lap at him. "You're so lucky. I'd give anything for a hot daddy to practice on like this!"

"You're welcome to sleep over and practice with me any time you want," I giggle, feeding his cock back into her waiting mouth.

Eventually, we end up licking him simultaneously, our tongues and lips lashing at opposite sides of his huge length while our hands work what we can't suck. We make out around his head, and I'm sure I'm just as wet as I was before again. Maybe when Kitty's asleep, I'll ask Daddy to fuck me nice and deep.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come," Daddy warns us, and I smile around his cock. I make a show of kissing Kitty around his head, passing his slit back and forth between us, our tits softly rubbing up against each other as we tongue him. "Open your mouths, sweethearts. Daddy's gonna spray both of you at once."

Kitty and I press our faces side-by-side and stick out our tongues as Daddy roars his pleasure, lashing our open mouths with rope after rope of hot, delicious seed.

I can't help myself - I turn to Kitty and kiss her deeply, stealing the cum from off her tongue, only to feed it back to her, and she does the same, until we're swapping Daddy's tasty jizz back and forth. Kitty seems to be just as needy as me again, because her fingers trail down to my pussy and rub at it once more, while I do the same to her.

"Daddyyy," I whine again, huffing and pouting. "We're still wet and horny!"

Daddy, by all rights, should be exhausted, but my beloved daddy is nothing if not a man of action. He grins down at me with love in his eyes.

"Well, you've got a whole box of toys that I'm sure Kitty would love to learn about," he says with an arched brow. "Or you can teach her how to do a sixty-nine, like we did last week."

Kitty and I tumble back into the blankets as Daddy watches over us, his hand reaching for the box full of sex toys beneath my bed. I love my best friend, and I love my beautiful daddy - I can't wait to see what other adventures the three of us can get up to... 

------X------ 

To say I don't want to be at this stupid family BBQ would be the understatement of the century. It's mostly my daddy's side of the family, but also some of Mom's, and if I get asked 'have you got a boyfriend yet?' by one more person, I might scream.

The thing is, if they knew the truth - that Daddy took my virginity months ago and we've been fucking like rabbits whenever my mom isn't around ever since - that would probably put a stop to their stupid questions.

But Daddy told me to be a good girl tonight and I'd get rewarded, so I smile through the pain and wave their nosiness away with a laugh.

Besides, I came here prepared to have some fun of my own, so I know the night won't be a total loss.

"But a beautiful girl like you, there must be someone you have your eye on," one of my aunts is drawling at me over her wine glass.

Daddy is right behind me, laughing with his brothers, and I decide now is the perfect time to enact my little plan.

"Well, there is... someone," I say with a shy smile. My aunts coo, but I can feel my Daddy's gaze shoot to me suddenly upon hearing my words. "But I don't think he's interested."

"What's he like?" demands one of my younger aunts.

"He's... a bit older than me." I giggle. "And really, really hot."

They all titter away. "Sounds like a catch. You should just go for it! What've you got to lose, eh?"

What have I got to lose, indeed.

I smirk to myself as I fetch myself another cup of punch.

Tonight's the night: I'm going to ask Daddy to pop my anal cherry. I've been waiting for so long, and he's been so patient; I've been preparing myself for days now, and tonight, I'm ready. I even have a medium-sized plug stuffed in my slicked back hole right now, so that he can just sink right in.

The only roadblock is, as per usual, Mom is around. So unless I wait until after midnight for him to visit me in my bed and take me then, I'll have to do it now, while there's enough of a distraction with the party for her to not notice.

The other problem is convincing Daddy to actually do it here at the party. But I'm not above playing dirty to get what I want.

On my way back to the living room, I invite myself into the circle of my daddy and his brothers near the back porch.

"Do you want a drink, Daddy?" I ask him sweetly, smiling wider when I notice his eyes flash to the amount of bare thigh my mini-skirt reveals.

"I wouldn't mind one," pipes up one of my uncles.

Daddy rolls his eyes. "Then get it yourself." To me, he says, "I'm fine, thanks, sweetheart."

"What're you guys talking about, anyway?" I plop down into Daddy's lap in the next moment, wiggling my butt up into his crotch under the guise of making myself comfortable. He lets out a warning growl under his breath, but I pay him no mind. To everyone else, I'm sure this just looks like a cute daughter snuggling up to her big, overprotective Daddy.

But I know Daddy can probably feel the outline of the plug in my ass through my skirt. I wonder just how far I can push him before he snaps.

"Just football - boring stuff," chuckles one of my uncles. Daddy's brothers are all just as handsome and buff as him, and for a second, I allow myself to wonder what it would be like to be shared by Daddy and all my uncles. Hmm...

"Did I hear you say you've got your eye on someone earlier?" another uncle asks, and Daddy's grip around my waist tightens.

I laugh breezily. "Nothing serious - just a guy I know."

"What guy?" Daddy demands, looking up at me with a dark glint in his eye.

Oh, yes. This will be all too easy.

"Uh oh," one of them snickers, "better not be winding up your Daddy up with talk like that. He'll drive the guy off before you've been on one date."

I snort. "I'm an adult, I can date whoever I want. Daddy will just have to deal."

The uncles all 'ooh' in tandem, likely waiting for my daddy to blow, but instead of losing his cool, he presses a kiss to my forehead before easing me to my feet and standing from his seat.

"Yeah, yeah, baby girl, keep thinking that." He takes a swig of the beer he'd been nursing, then heads off in the direction of the bathroom.

I make idle chitchat with my uncles for a few more minutes, before slinking off to also go to the bathroom.

As soon as I'm upstairs, away from the rest of the family and walking towards the bathroom, a hand darts out of the coat closet in the hallway and pulls me inside, clapping over my mouth to cover my shout of alarm.

"You think you're cute?" rasps a voice in my ear as I'm pressed against the narrow wall to my left, cushioned by a woolen coat. "Wanna tell Daddy why you're being a fucking brat?"

I smile against his palm, and his grip loosens enough to let me answer, "How else was I going to get your attention, Daddy?"

Daddy's hand slides down to my throat and squeezes, just enough to hold me in place while he shoves some shoes at our feet aside, so he can kick my legs apart and force me to bend over as much as the small space will allow. Daddy is over a head taller than me, and stacked with muscles, so he's taking up almost every inch of this closet; I feel surrounded by him, by his heat and the feel of him, and it sends a pulse through my pussy.

"You need to be fucked, is that it, sweetheart?" he whispers in my ear.

I whine and grind my ass against his denim-clad thigh. "Yes, Daddy, please!"

He hums in thought. His other hand comes down to hike my mini-skirt up, tucking it into its waistband, before his palms skims my lacy panties. I can feel his breath on my neck, ragged enough to tell me he's enjoying this just as much as me.

"Poor baby is needy for cock, hm?" His hand traces around my hip to my pussy, where he cups my soaking cunt and presses three fingers to my swollen clit. He gives it a quick swat when I wail in pleasure. "Stay extra quiet, little one. We don't want anyone finding us here, do we?"

"I can't," I sob as his fingers swirl mercilessly through the lace, toying with my clit with deadly accuracy. Nobody knows my body like Daddy; he knows every trick to get me dripping wet within moments by now.

"Shh, okay, sweet," he croons. His hand disappears for a moment before something is pressed against my lips - a cotton scarf, which I eagerly open my lips for. I'm thankful for the gag, because it muffles the cry I give when his grip on my throat tightens and his fingers work my clit until I'm about to come.

Right as I'm about to tumble over the edge, though, he pulls his hand away, laughing under his breath when I whine in protest.

"Brats don't get rewarded that easily," he reminds me. His hand tears my panties down my legs, so that I'm completely bare from the waist down. My ass stings when he spanks it hard, but we both suck in a breath when his fingers find the end of the plug stuffed in my ass.

"You..." He grips the hooked end and tugs lightly, making my knees wobble at the sensation of something pulling at my ass. "You been wearing this for the whole party, baby girl?"

"Yes, Daddy," I say, although with the gag it sounds like a garbled moan. He eases the cloth from my mouth enough for me to choke out, "Want you in my ass, Daddy. I'm ready for you to pop my last cherry."

"Fucking hell," Daddy rasps, then his fingers grab the end of the butt-plug and begin to tug.

My eyes roll back in my head at the incredible stretch that causes, my slick puckered hole pushing wide as Daddy plays with my toy. His breathing turns deep and heavy, and finally he takes mercy on me enough to pull the whole plug out of me with a wet 'plop'.

"Oh, baby," he breathes in awe. "Such a good girl. Is that why you were acting up? Because you needed Daddy's cock stuffing your little virgin ass?" I gasp and nod, and he smoothes a hand over my hair. "Poor thing. Are you sure, baby? It might hurt a little."

"If you don't," I all but growl, "I'll find someone else who will. Maybe that guy I'm supposedly interested i-- ah!"

The gag is suddenly shoved back into my mouth as Daddy lets out a snarl of displeasure, and thank God I took the time to prep and stretch myself before we came here, because in the next second, Daddy's huge, rock-hard cock is pushing into my tight hole.

The intrusion is like nothing I've ever felt in my life. Nothing like toys, or my fingers, or even Daddy's fingers when he's stretched my holes out before.

This is... amazing.

It feels like he's pushing into every inch of me, until I can't breathe or think or speak - I'm just a limp doll, taking whatever my daddy gives me, letting him use my body however he wants. All I can do is continue to suck in shallow breaths and resist the urge to thrust my hips back to simply take all of him at once.

Fuck, but it feels so wrong for my own daddy to be pushing his cockhead into my ass! The only hole he hasn't fucked, and arguably the naughtiest one; but he's taking it now, whether I want him to or not.

The excessive lube I used is coming in handy now, as Daddy shoves his length further and further into my depths, until I'm sure the shape of him will be carved in there long after he's gone. It's so unforgiving, and he's so much bigger than any of my toys.

Finally, after what seems like hours, Daddy's hips meet mine, his entire length buried deep in my insides, his balls flush with my drenched slit.

With slow, measured strokes, Daddy eases out of my passage and then back in again, letting me adjust to the sheer size of him. And while I appreciate the gesture, tenderness is the last thing I need right now.

So I take matters into my own hands.

I spread my cheeks wide and use my position to rock forwards, then shove myself back onto his pole with enough force to have him grunting.

With another low growl, he scoops me up and holds me aloft with those thick, burly arms, and - finally - uses my tight body as a hole to fuck up into.

"Yes!" I whine through the cloth, overcome with bliss as Daddy picks up his pace, no longer waiting for me to adjust. His huge dick spears my tender, wet asshole over and over, my cunt throbbing with every thrust, his hips snapping up to meet mine as his balls smack my ass.

I reach one hand down to pinch and squeeze my own tits, and the other goes to my juicy slit.

My fingers are a blur on my fattened clit, my pussy clenching in anticipation of being filled somehow.

"Yes, sweetheart, that's it. Good girl. Take what you need." His right arm shifts to cradle me all at once, his fireman's strength on full display, as his left hand cups my face and turns it to the side, so our lips can meet. "You must be desperate to come, angel. It's okay, you can let go. Daddy's right here."

And just like that, I come.

My vision blacks out at the edges as I let out a shuddering wail, loud despite the gag. Daddy sticks two of his thick fingers in my sopping cunt so my pussy has something to clamp onto, and it only prolongs my orgasm and the way my body spasms in his strong arms. My hands drop away from my body, but like always, my daddy is there to catch me, cradling me against him with one hand and tending to my pussy with the other. He strokes my clit, then dips into my wet core, then back again, over and over until I'm sobbing with pleasure.

All the while, his stiff cock is still lodged firmly in my ass, twitching and straining to get deeper within me.

Reality bleeds back into place slowly, the feel of my daddy's cock in my ass the only thing grounding me to the present. Light shines in around the doorframe, and when I glance back, I can make out his silhouette gripping my hips tight and fucking up into my wet channel.

I can only pray none of the family members come looking for us. If anyone was to open the door right now, they'd find my daddy balls deep in his little princess's ass, her tits hanging out for his hands to massage, her mouth gagged with a cloth, and her eyes pleading for Daddy's cum. I can't even guarantee I'd stop fucking Daddy, even if someone did find us; I'm so hungry for his seed to fill up my virgin ass that I'd do just about anything to earn it.

Daddy pulls me back onto his cock by the scarf in my mouth, using it like a pair of reins to bounce me on his unforgiving hardness. Juice from my cunt is dripping down to his cock, slicking his entrance, and when one of his hands goes to my tits to pinch at my nipples, I can easily feel myself slipping towards another orgasm.

"...need to actually marinade the chicken, idiot," a voice says from the staircase. "You've been in charge of the roast for how long now? And I still need to tell you."

"Shaddup," growls another voice.

Fuck.

My uncles.

Daddy freezes, his cock lodged deep in my ass, neither of us so much as risking a breath as footsteps come towards us. The pair of brothers continue to bicker as they pass the closet doors, headed for the bathroom. I hear one of them wonder aloud where Daddy and I got to, and I can't help myself: I roll my hips against Daddy's groin, working his cock even deeper into my back door.

His hand tightens its grip on my gagged mouth, but evidently he deems it safe enough to continue, because in the next moment, he's inching his dick out, only to cram it back in again with a swift thrust. Both hands are over my face now as he uses me like the slut I am for him, helping himself to my virginal hole until I'm ready to come once more.

"Want Daddy's cream, baby?" he whispers in my ear. I nod emphatically, clenching my asshole tight to milk him better. "Such a dirty fucking girl, taking your daddy's cock while everyone's downstairs. Cock-hungry little slut, aren't you?" I nod again, and I can feel his length start to swell, ready to spew its seed into my forbidden depths. "I want you to go back to the party dripping with my cum, do you understand? Don't clean up that messy little ass, and don't even think about stuffing your greedy hole with that plug. You taunted Daddy into this, and now you'll face the consequences. Maybe you'll learn your lesson when you're sitting at the table and my cum is sliding down your legs, hm?"

I don't bother resisting the urge to finger myself as Daddy breathes those filthy things into my ear. My cunt is positively dripping onto the floor, my clit fat enough that I'm coming again within a few strums of it with my fingertips. My wail is swallowed up by the gag, thank God, but I'm past the point of caring if someone hears.

"Here, baby girl, swallow all this cum with that beautiful ass," Daddy snarls in my ear, as my insides are suddenly flooded with warmth. I can feel every pulse, every rope of seed painting my walls, every twitch of his huge cock. I grin into the gag and spread my legs wide, already addicted to the feeling of Daddy creaming my ass. Daddy comes and comes and comes, until I have to wonder if maybe my belly has swollen a little with the amount of spunk he's shot into me.

After a while, Daddy catches his breath enough to slowly slide out of me, the stretch just as delicious going out as it was going in. As soon as he's free, he kneels and grabs an ass cheek in either hand, before spreading me wide, moaning at the dimly-lit image I present.

"You're gaping, sweetheart," he breathes out, audibly awed. "Oh my God, this is beautiful. Your little ass looks ruined, baby. All fucked out and raw."

His words spur me to have another go at my clit with my fingers - I'm still ridiculously horny, even after all of this - but, naturally, my daddy takes over, his roughened fingertips so much better than my own. Within seconds, I'm coming again, silently this time. It feels more like a gentle ride than a rollercoaster.

"Be a good girl for Daddy. Push out some of that cum so I can see."

Half-conscious, I manage to follow his orders, until the telltale sound of cum bubbling from my ass fills the air. Daddy groans with bliss, and brings his fingers back to fill my not-so-virginal hole, stuffing the cum back into me. It's a lost cause, though; my asshole is gaping a little from the stretch of his enormous cock, so the seed only dribbles back out again.

He pulls my lace panties up my wobbling legs, eases the gag out of my mouth, and helps me stand once more, kissing me thoroughly against the interior wall of the closet. Our tongues mingle, my pussy already eager for a filling of its own, but the creaking of floorboards outside the closet make us pull apart.

Daddy cracks the door open before ushering me out into the empty hallway. Fuck, his cum really is leaking out of my flimsy excuse for panties, and staining my thighs. I can only hope nobody notices how funny I'm walking, or looks too closely at my appearance.

The party is still in full swing when we get back downstairs, Daddy's big hand warm on my lower back for support. Nobody spares us a glance, or looks suspicious, so I breathe a sigh of relief.

Daddy returns to his seat by the back door and pulls me into his lap once more, where I immediately snuggle into his muscled chest.

One of my uncles passes my daddy another beer. "Where'd you run off to?"

"Princess wasn't feeling well," Daddy replies smoothly.

My uncles exchange a glance, and I pretend like I'm not about to combust of embarrassment at the prospect of them potentially knowing.

"She does look a little peaky," one of them agrees.

"Might be good to take her home so you can look after her properly, yeah?" comments another.

If Daddy is alarmed by their not-subtle innuendo, he certainly doesn't show it. Instead, he wraps a possessive arm around my waist and pulls me in closer to him, hand on my thigh, inching my skirt up just enough to show the sheen of his cum decorating the flesh there, if his brothers were to look down.

"Nah, I've already taken care of her," he replies flippantly, making one of his brothers choke on his beer.

I can't help but giggle at that, earning me another kiss on the forehead, this one even more blatant than before. It might be fun to rile my uncles up like I do Daddy - that might make the rest of this party more bearable, at any rate.

My ass aches in the best way, and I can't wait to get home and let Daddy stuff his cum back in with his cock. Or maybe there's another room in this house we could use in the meantime...