My daddy deserves a very special reward.
Almost every day for the past fortnight, he's worked long shifts at the fire station, sometimes on-call, sometimes on-duty, and it's starting to wear on him. I can tell.
On top of that, my bitch of a mom has been sniping at him more than usual, to the point where she's picking fights with him even more than with me - something that's never happened. I know for a fact Daddy hasn't fucked her - or even kissed her - since he took my virginity all those months ago, but even so, sheer horniness isn't a good excuse for acting like such a cow. I've noticed the way she smiles at her phone, though, and know for a fact she's spending those long nights "at work" with someone else; I'd tried to phone her office one night, and the receptionist had told me my mom had left hours ago.
I mean, if she's cheating on Daddy, that's good news for me - with some luck, she'll pack up and leave the two of us alone for good.
But I know it would hurt my dad's pride, even though he doesn't care for my mom, so I'm concocting a plan to make some of his stress melt away.
I know I'm a slut for Daddy's cock. I know I'm very easy when it comes to him - he can take me anywhere, anyway, anytime, and I'll never put up a fight or complain. I'm constantly wet for him, always ready for him to use.
And while I know he loves that - loves me - I also see the fire in his eyes sometimes, when I resist him at first, when I whine and beg, when tears spill onto my cheeks out of sheer pleasure. It might make me a masochist, but I like when Daddy is extra rough with me. I like putting up a fight, like pushing him to the edge of his control.
And I know he likes it, too.
Even as my parents fight - well, my mom bitches and my daddy clenches his jaw with every insult she throws at him - the details of my plan are forming in my mind.
"- get me started on her, either," my mom sneers, pointing at me, where I'm curled up on the sofa trying to read. "It's because of her I'm in this shitty job in the first place! If I hadn't had to take maternity leave, I would be running the fucking company, not stuck in this dead-end role! Ungrateful brat, she wouldn't know a hard days' work if it hit her in the face. Too busy slutting herself up to--"
"That's enough." Daddy's voice is quiet, but it's deadly serious, sharp as a blade. He moves to stand in front of me, blocking me from my mom's view. My heart flutters in my chest at him coming to my rescue, like my knight in shining armor.
"What did you just say?" my mom demands.
"I said, that's enough. Say whatever you want to me, but if you insult my little girl like that, we're going to have a problem." When I glance up, his back is taut, the ropes of muscles in his shoulders pulled tight and broad. "And if I ever hear you refer to her as a 'slut' again, I will make you pay."
I've never heard Daddy speak like this, especially not to my mom. He's generally pretty easy-going - aside from when he's fucking me into the mattress, of course. But I don't think I've ever heard him this angry, to the point where he sounds nearly feral with rage.
It really, really shouldn't have my pussy clenching and flooding with wetness, but something about an angry Daddy is so hot.
"You ... you can't...!" my mom splutters, evidently as shocked as me. She quickly pulls herself together and her face twists into an unattractive curl. "Fine. You two do whatever the hell you want. If you need me, I'll be sleeping at a friend's place tonight."
Within five minutes, she has a bag packed and her car is gunning out of the driveway.
I allow myself a little grin of triumph.
This plan is going to be all too easy.
"I'm sorry, baby girl," Daddy says to me, crouching to pet my hair soothingly. "I didn't want you to have to hear that."
I want to tell him to just divorce her whiny ass. I want to cuddle and pamper him, to gently make love to him and show him how special he really is. I want to make him forget all about these petty fights, and just focus on me for a while.
But I can see how hard he's clenching his fists, the furious set of his brow, the strain of his neck. Yeah, Daddy is definitely in need of a different form of stress-release.
"C'mon, angel. Let's go to bed."
Any other time, I would jump into his strong arms at those words and let him carry me upstairs, lay me out, and let him do whatever he wants to me. Maybe I would ride him, suck his cock, take a bit of that control away.
But not tonight.
"No," I huff, huddling into the corner of the sofa, away from his hands.
His eyes widen. I don't think I've said 'no' like that to my daddy in about ten years.
"No?" he asks, forcibly calm.
"No. I want to stay here." It's a lie, but I pout it out so firmly that it certainly sounds like truth.
Daddy takes a deep breath. "Sweetheart, it's late. We don't have to go to sleep right away, if you're not tired. We can have fun, but only in the bed. You can't stay down here."
I do something I haven't done in a long time:
I throw a tantrum.
My book flies across the room and hits the lamp in the corner, only baring missing a photo frame of my daddy and I at the beach. I cross my arms and bare my teeth up at my daddy, despite every fibre of my being demanding that I give in and grovel at my bad behavior.
My heart is now thumping against my ribcage, my blood rushing in my ears. I hate to admit it, but this feels kind of good.
"What are you doing, baby?" Daddy growls down at me, now standing at his full height and towering over my frail form. The flint in his eye tells me he's right on the knife's edge. "Daddy doesn't want to play games right now. Daddy wants you to get off your cute little ass, and go to bed."
This is it.
This is the turning point.
I frown up at him, still pouting, still hot and bothered all over.
And then, I say the magic words:
"Make me, Daddy."
With a snarl of fury and a flash of movement, he scoops me off the sofa and throws me over his shoulder, all of that fireman strength on full display. I cry out and thrash in his hold, beating against his lower back with my puny fists.
"No!" I squeal. "I want to stay downstairs! You can't make me, I said no!"
If he's caught onto my aim here, he doesn't show it. One of those huge, calloused hands spanks my ass mercilessly over my leggings as we ascend the stairs to my bedroom. Once we're through my door, he throws me onto the bed and immediately flips me over, manhandling me roughly enough to have my whole body shuddering with pleasure.
Daddy doesn't waste time with words - his hands grab at the waistline of my leggings and rip them apart, all the way down my ass and crotch, until they're hanging off my legs in tatters. I let out a cry of protest, but it only earns me another hard spank on my left ass cheek.
"You'd better change that tone real quick, sweetheart. Daddy's not in a nice mood tonight." Under the threat in his tone, I can hear a genuine warning, as though he's concerned about truly hurting me.
I look over my shoulder and smile at him, breaking character for just a moment.
"I don't want you to be nice, Daddy. Didn't you hear? I'm a slutty brat. Maybe you should teach me how to respect the man of the house, hm?" I tease, wiggling my panty-clad ass at him.
When he spanks me again, it's less brutal and more a reprimand. "If we start this, baby, I'm not gonna stop easily. I'm not gonna be sweet. I'm gonna use you like a fuckdoll, and I won't let up, even if you beg." A hand trails over my ass, up my spine, shedding me of my t-shirt and gripping the nape of my neck in warning. "Do you hear me, sweetheart?"
"Yes, Daddy," I gasp, arching into his touch.
"I might say nasty things, baby, but I don't mean them. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"You need Daddy to stop for real, you just say my name. Unless you that, I won't even slow down. I hope you know what you're asking for, little one." His voice is less than human now. Every word has my cunt throbbing, as though he's growling them directly onto my slit.
I turn to face him, even more turned on when I realize I'm only in my panties and he's still fully dressed.
I want to kiss him, to serve him as I always do - with love and tenderness and trust.
But tonight is different. I'm not here to be my usual submissive self.
I'm here to be a brat.
"You're not the boss of me, Daddy," I say with an insolent smirk.
Let it never be said I'm not dedicated to the cause.
With a snarl of outrage, one hand tangles my hair into a rough ponytail, while the other goes to his belt, flicking and unzipping until his thick, half-hard cock springs free of its confines.
My mouth waters at the sight.
"Don't just sit there drooling over it," Daddy sneers, dragging my head towards his dick. "Suck it down your throat, slut."
Holy shit.
Hearing my daddy call me a slut is one of the hottest things I've ever heard. My whole body shivers, and I almost hasten to do as he asks, before remembering my role.
"N-no!" I squeal, bucking away from his harsh grip. "I don't wanna!"
Daddy's fingers stray from where they were pumping his cock to full stiffness, and instead go to my mouth, prying my pursed lips open without a trace of gentleness.
"You bite my cock," he tells me in a husky voice, "and I'll choke you with it until you pass out. Got that, little one?"
Fuck, that promise shouldn't excite me so much, and I have to stifle a moan at the image it presents.
"Please, Daddy, I don't -- mmfh!" Suddenly his cock is there, being stuffed into my mouth without mercy, heady and hot on my tongue.
Daddy doesn't take his time like usual. His hands grip the back of my head, and uses the leverage to force his cock deeper and deeper into my throat, until I can barely breathe, my gag reflex only just holding back. As he force-feeds me his enormous length, I cry and thrash against him, tears already spilling down my face at the invasion.
"Take it," Daddy barks. "Take it all the way down, doll. Show me how well I trained you to take your daddy's cock."
His hand goes to my throat, and he gives a groan of delight when he can feel the bulge of his cock there, pressed tight against my jugular. His balls slap against my chin, and my eyes flutter shut at the relief that he's finally done.
"Don't look so glad," Daddy chuckles darkly. "You think I'm just gonna sit here, balls-deep in your little mouth? No, baby. Daddy needs to fuck your face, just like he fucks your cunny. I'm gonna destroy this throat. I don't wanna hear you speak properly for the next week."
And that's the final warning I receive, before he's pulling out and thrusting back in again, and again, and again, until he sets a pace that's comparable only to when he's about to cum deep in one of my other holes.
I want to let myself float on this feeling, but I force myself to keep alert enough to put up a fight. My fingernails score down his thighs, my eyes begging him to let up, even as my hips move of their own accord and start to rock back and forth for some relief of my aching pussy.
"Fuck, look at you," Daddy says in a mean tone. "Like a bitch in heat, huh? If you're gonna act like a needy bitch, I'm gonna treat you like one, baby. Hump my leg."
When I hesitate for even a second, Daddy fucks up into my mouth even harder, earning a shriek of surprise from me.
"Did I fucking stutter? Hump my leg. I wanna see you cream all over me. Show me that cunt is worth my time."
Shit, I'm about to cum and I haven't even touched myself once yet.
Why did I wait so long to rile Daddy up like this?
I swing my legs forward, my throat still stuffed full of Daddy's cock, as I part my thighs at the edge of the bed and begin to rub my soaking snatch on his left thigh.
The coarseness of his hair is a welcome sensation against my swollen clit, and I can't hold back a moan at the relief it brings.
"That's it, good girl," he coos, though it certainly isn't in the loving tone he usually uses to praise me. He laughs at my desperation. "Shit, you really are a slut, aren't you? Is cock all that little brain can think of, hm? Made just for fucking, and nothing else."
His hands scoop up more of my hair, gripping it uncomfortably tight as he returns to fucking my face, uncaring for the way I hiccup and fight him.
After what seems like hours, he drags me off his length, causing me to splutter and cough at the sudden rush of air to my lungs, and he shoves me back onto the mattress.
"I'm getting tired of your throat now, doll." One of those huge hands pins my throat down, preventing me from wriggling away from him, and the other pinches my handful-sized tits in merciless, painful succession. "Let's see if your cunt can keep tight for more than five minutes, shall we?"
"No, Daddy, please!" I croak, my voice ragged and torn. I swipe at the tears on my face, the whole world wonky and blurred. "You won't fit! I'm not ready, please, I don't --"
A hocking sound fills the air, and then suddenly something warm and wet fills my mouth.
Oh my God.
Daddy just spat in my mouth.
"That oughta shut you up," he mocks. The hand at my throat claps over my mouth, forcing me to swallow the glob of saliva on my tongue. That's one of the hottest things Daddy's ever done to me.
But I don't want him to know that just yet.
My screams and broken cries are silenced by the hand on my face, as Daddy wrenches my legs apart and tears away my lace panties with a single swipe. My bare, dripping cunt is now exposed to his scorching gaze, and for a moment, he looks like he wants to bend down and taste it. His fingers stroke my clit reverently, and despite this whole scenario, I know he still loves me more than anything else in the world.
And then, his fingers withdraw, only to land a firm slap on my wet slit.
"You're soaking wet," he comments coldly. "Are you actually enjoying this, doll? You like being treated like the fuck-meat you are?"
My eyes roll to the back of my head, and three of Daddy's fingers stick into my wet passage without warning. I squeal and try to escape his hold, but he's so much bigger and stronger than me; I'd have more luck fighting a grizzly bear.
"You're such a naughty girl." His fingers disappear, only to wipe my juices on my thigh like I'm a rag for him. "You think you're the boss, hm? Think you can do whatever you want, like telling your daddy 'no'? You think you can traipse around this house with your tits and ass hanging out, and not expect Daddy to do anything about it? I'm not like your little boyfriends at school, girl. I'm not gonna be nice. I know exactly how to fuck you, even if you beg me not to. I know how to use this cock, and I'm gonna show you what happens when you say 'no' to me."
With that, he lines his cock up to my pussy, and spears me in one swift thrust.
I shriek with the sudden stretch. Even the wetness of my core doesn't help me adjust to the sheer monstrosity that is Daddy's cock. It feels like he's pushing through every wall inside me, until it's like I can feel him in my throat all over again.
I claw at the hand on my face, and he just laughs at me.
"Tighter than I expected," he comments casually, as though I'm a meal he's tasting. Like I'm an object. "Don't worry though, baby. Daddy will fuck that tightness out of you soon enough. Give it time, and I'll be able to reach my whole fist in there to jack myself off inside you."
I can't help it.
I come.
I didn't even know I was close, but Daddy's words, combined with the feel of his cock pressing up against my g-spot and his other hand skimming across my clit... I didn't stand a chance.
My back arches, my pussy pulsing around his huge dick, drool bubbling at the corners of my mouth and mingling with the tears streaking my cheeks. I gasp and writhe as waves of pleasure overwhelm me, my head growing heavier and heavier with every breath.
His hand slides from my mouth, down to my chest, resting atop my frantic heart. I suck in lungfuls of air, but it doesn't seem to be enough.
Thankfully, he gives me a moment to clear my head, to catch my breath. Daddy can read me better than anyone; he knows I'm not past my limit, but he's giving me some room to recover before going at me again.
"What do you say to Daddy for making you come, sweetheart?" Daddy asks, his voice gentler than before.
I gain just enough awareness to rasp, "I've come harder with my toys, Daddy."
There's a pause, and I have just enough time to tense in anticipation, before he flips me over and drags me backwards, over his lap as he sits, forcing me across his knees, my naked ass and pussy turned up towards my bedroom door.
"You think you're cute, princess?" he growls at me, rubbing my ass cheeks in warning. "Let's see if you're still mouthy after this."
That's all I get, before his roughened hand is blowing smack after smack on my ass, walloping me with enough force to send me rocking forwards with every strike. It stings, God does it sting, and I won't be able to sit for days, but a voice in my mind reminds me that I asked for this, that I deserve this.
I don't know how many spanks I get. I lose count after ten. Daddy starts spanking my pussy too, after a while, and that only throws fuel on the fire within me, climbing towards another orgasm, despite this treatment.
"Jesus, you're gonna be sore tomorrow," Daddy remarks with a low laugh, petting my ass and ignoring the way I flinch at his touch.
"Stop, Daddy, please!" I wail. Taking advantage of the pause in his hits, I scramble off his lap and make a break for the door, hoping he'll catch me before I can go anywhere.
My Daddy is perfect in every way, so of course he catches me. His hand snatches my ankle, and he drags my thrashing body back across the carpet, heedless of my begging and screaming, before hefting me back up onto the mattress. When I'm there, he sinks his full weight on top of my back, his hand returning to silence my mouth, his other one cupping the dripping juncture between my thighs.
"I'm being nice, baby," he drawls into my ear, low and deadly. "I could press your face into the floor and fuck you on the rough carpet. I could force my cock into your ass without any lube. I could tie you up and wreck every one of your holes without a care in the world, then leave you here for me to use whenever I like. I could be a lot meaner, so I'd start being a bit more grateful, if I were you."
He knees apart my legs, and when his hand pinches my reddened and raw rear, I squeal into his palm.
"Aw, you sore, slut?" he mocks. "Trust me, baby, when I'm through with you, you'll be a lot sorer. Daddy's gonna teach you to respect him properly. This is how bratty little girls get treated - you'd do well to remember that."
Daddy forces my legs even wider, then pushes that huge cock back into my cunt, driving it all the way in until his hips are flush with mine, his balls pressed against my ripened slit. My mind blanks a little at the stretch.
"I'm gonna use this cunt as a cocksleeve, but I don't think you've earned Daddy's cum tonight. Daddy only breeds good girls, not disobedient sluts. If you're lucky, you can drink it instead. I don't want to completely waste it, after all," Daddy bites out. The disappointment in his voice has genuine tears welling in my eyes, and I have to remind myself this is just an act, just a game.
Another hocking sound, and when I manage to look back over my shoulder, I see Daddy bent down to spit right on my asshole. I sob as his free fingers begin to rub the saliva into my back passage, dipping just into the rosebud to test out its tightness, wriggling around the entrance until I'm begging against his hot hand.
"Shh, it'll be easier if you just shut up and take it, doll." As if to punctuate his point, Daddy impales me with every word, drawing his cock out and then stuffing it back in again, until he works up a rhythm that seems to coordinate with the finger prodding my asshole.
Time becomes meaningless, and all I can do is breathe in the scent of my daddy's skin and try not to pass out from the potent combination of pleasure and pain. He's using me, just like he threatened; I could be a lifeless doll, and he wouldn't know the difference. I'm just a series of holes for him to use, and the thought of that has my head growing foggy once more, my mind slipping into a space I only go to when Daddy's been particularly rough with me.
The feel of his cock delving deep in my insides becomes relaxing, and I finally stop struggling, instead giving in to the urge to be a good girl, be what Daddy needs in this moment.
"Fuck, fuck, here you go, slut," he says in a rumble, and then I'm being tugged upwards, my mouth being forced open once more, and Daddy's bulbous cockhead is suddenly on my tongue. I can taste our combined flavors, and it makes me sigh in bliss.
Big, strong hands hold my head in place as he uses my mouth as yet another fuckhole. Then, seconds later, rope after rope of hot seed is sprayed down my throat, over my tongue and teeth, dripping from my lips. I gobble down all that I can, but it doesn't stop, it's never-ending. It flows out of my mouth and oozes onto my tits, until I need to scoop it up with my fingers and suckle it down like it's melting ice-cream.
"Fucking hell, princess," Daddy rasps.
And then, like a dam breaking free, I burst into tears.
Immediately, he's there, lifting me into his arms and settling me in his lap, petting my hair and kissing all over my face, drying my tears with his sleeve as he goes.
"Shh, princess, my sweet baby, my perfect girl," he whispers into my hair, "you did so well, I love you so much, Daddy loves you, angel."
"N-not a b-bad girl?" I blubber, overcome with emotion. I can't even say why I feel this way, just that I was riding high one moment, and then crashing down the next.
"Never, sweetheart," Daddy promises, wrapping a blanket around me. "Never a bad girl. Daddy didn't mean any of those things, beautiful. You know Daddy loves you, you're the only one for me. Such a good girl, you made me so proud, you were so brave."
All this praise is sending me right back up again, and I shift so my thighs are open once more.
Daddy knows exactly what I need - like always - and his hand goes to my clit, stroking me until I'm sighing through a gentle orgasm, calming my nerves like nothing else.
Later, Daddy will insist on giving me a bath, and rubbing ointment into my aching ass cheeks, and pampering me all over again.
For now, though, the two of us lie against the bedhead, his hands never straying from soothing over my body, his lips kissing all over my face.
"I have a secret to tell you, baby girl," Daddy tells me in a quiet voice, after I've recovered a little. When I look up at his handsome face, he rubs his nose against mine, and whispers the words I've wanted to hear for so long: "Your mom and I are gonna get a divorce, little one. Soon enough, it'll be just you and me."
I laugh in sheer happiness, my heart full of so much love.
Just Daddy and me.
The way it's supposed to be.
------X------
It's been three months since my parents got divorced, and life without my mom around has been absolutely heavenly. We haven't heard from her since she ran off with some guy from her work, and I'm all the happier for it. After all, how could she have abandoned Daddy like that? My hot, strong, alpha daddy is the most perfect man in the world, and she ditched him for some loser.
Well, her loss is my gain.
Daddy and I fuck like bunnies in her absence. No more sneaking around, no more scrambled attempts to cover our tracks. We can fuck anywhere, any time, and no one minds; his friends all know about us, and they're happy for us, especially since he shared me with them all at the Poker Night. I'd wanted that to become a regular thing, but Daddy gets jealous, so it might have to be saved for special occasions.
Still, I know something is missing. I'm working a full-time job as a dental assistant, which is fine, I guess, but I know deep within myself that life could be more fulfilling.
I'm not gifted academically, and while I'm happy to earn money from a job, I also wish for nothing more than to be Daddy's live-in slut.
So, I've decided: I'm going to have my daddy's baby.
It's wrong. It's so wrong. Some people would call it sick.
But.
I can't stop thinking about it. Now that I've considered it, it's like a seed has been planted in my brain, and suddenly, it's all I want. I want Daddy to breed me, to shoot his baby batter right into my core, and fatten me up with a child of our very own.
I've been off birth control for two weeks now, and I have a feeling that tonight's the night. Daddy has a breeding kink, but this is different - this goes beyond just playing.
Tonight is the real deal.
I drive home from work abuzz with anticipation, my pussy already soaked just thinking about carrying Daddy's child. I squirm all the way home, until I finally burst through the front door and rush upstairs to get ready.
I change into Daddy's favorite lingerie he bought for me: a bralette and panty set made up mainly of scraps of lace, white with gold trim. My tits are fully exposed, my ass only cupped by two straps, my pussy covered by a flimsy piece of lace. I rub my whole body down with an almond-based oil, to give my skin a soft shine, and brush my long hair back into a plait.
Since Mom moved out, I've moved into Daddy's bedroom, and sleep cuddled up to him every night. He usually fucks me to sleep, and fucks me awake, and it's absolutely perfect. I climb onto his - our - bed, and pull out my box of toys to ready myself for whatever he wants to give.
I ease a bulbous plug into my ass, which has long-since grown accustomed to Daddy's huge cock stretching it at any hour of the day. The plug is tipped with a cute pink love-heart, and the weight of it inside me makes my pussy throb with need.
I lie back on the bed and finger myself lazily, not in any rush to cum, since Daddy does it better than me anyway. I wonder what I'll look like pregnant. Will my tits swell with milk? Will Daddy suck on them to ease the pressure? Will people see me on the street and be jealous of how lucky I am, to have been so thoroughly bred by my own daddy? I'll be a better mom than mine ever was, that's for sure. Daddy and I will create the perfect little family, born out of the purest love there is.
I massage my firm, juicy tits and imagine what it's like to have milk in them, to be able to spray out of my pink nipples like a cute little cow. I rub my belly, imagining it growing more and more swollen with the child Daddy will plant in me. He'll feed me cum whenever I need it, give me everything I need and more. Daddy is already so protective of me - maybe he'll go so far as to keep me chained to the bed so I don't hurt myself trying to be independent; the stray thought of Daddy keeping me here as his live-in slut, round with child and fattened with cum, has my cunt drenching with another wave of slick.
I'm almost so wrapped up in the fantasy that I miss the front door slamming closed, and the sound of footsteps rumbling up the stairs.
"Baby girl?" Daddy calls out.
"In here, Daddy," I say, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice.
When Daddy rounds the corner to our bedroom, his mouth drops open in shock, his eyes alight with surprise. He's dressed in his on-duty uniform, so he must've come straight from the fire station. Shit, I want him to pick me up and throw me around when he's dressed like that. I want him to rescue me from a fire and then pin me down and fuck me hard.
Hmm, maybe that roleplay will have to wait for now.
"Baby," he croaks, gaze gobbling me up.
"Watch me, Daddy," I tell him softly. "Wanna put on a show for you."
Daddy smiles indulgently. "Of course, baby girl. How about you make yourself come for Daddy, so I can see that sweet little cunny flutter?"
He takes a seat on the chaise by the end of the bed, eyes hot on me as I move to the edge of the mattress, legs spread wide to show off my soaking cunt and plugged ass.
"Oh baby," he says breathlessly. "You're all ready for cock, hmm? Been ready all day?"
I stuff myself with two fingers while my other hand plays with my nipples, already worked up to the point of coming with all my fantasizing. My clit is swollen as ever, and I moan loudly as I strum myself. Daddy looks about three seconds away from barreling over to me and fucking me good, but I have to tell him what I want first.
"D-Daddy," I gurgle. "I've been thinking."
"Always a dangerous past-time," he remarks with a chuckle.
I'm too on-edge to even stick my tongue out at him like I usually would. "I want Daddy to put a baby in me. I want to have your baby, Daddy. More than anything. I want to have a big belly and nice milky tits, and provide Daddy with the family he deserves. I want my big, strong Daddy to pump me full of baby batter and plant his seed inside me, over and over again, until I'm fat with cum. Fuck, Daddy, I want you to breed me! Please!"
He groans, and I come.
My fingers strum at my clit until my pussy is aflutter, throbbing as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me.
As I come down, I look at my daddy, who I love more than anyone in the whole world.
He squeezes his eyes shut and looks pained. "Baby... you don't know what you're asking for. You're only young, you have your whole life ahead of you, and I'm an old man -"
I snort, sitting up now. "Daddy, you're not that old. And I'm not that young. I know what I'm doing. Please?" I give him the whole puppy-eyed routine for added effect. "I've thought about it for so long, Daddy."
He lets out a groan of indecision, but I know I've got him, hook, line, and sinker. But just to seal the deal, I sigh. "It's okay if you don't want to, Daddy. I understand. Maybe there's someone else who can breed me as well as you could..."
It's dirty play, but it's effective; like I've flipped a switch inside him, Daddy's hand shoots out to cup my neck, not choking me by any means, but definitely hard enough to assert his authority.
"You would fuck someone else?" he snarls in that deliciously dark tone.
I huff. "Not for fun, Daddy. But I want a baby, and I really only wanted yours. And if you won't give it to me, I'll just go looking elsewhere. Maybe one of the other firemen guys... do you know if Evan -- ah!"
Without warning, Daddy's other hand claps to my slicked cunt, three fingers immediately spearing inside.
"This," he growls, wriggling those fingers inside me, "is mine. Understand, Baby? If anyone is going to breed this pussy good, it's me."
All I can do is nod and wail as he ruthlessly strokes my g-spot, harder and harder until I'm flying towards an orgasm I didn't see coming. With a shriek of delight, I gush all over his hand, pussy pulsing as he continues to work it like his own personal toy.
Liquid sprays all up his arm, and his laughter rings in my ears as I squirm under his hold.
"Sorry, Baby, but Daddy needs to work your cunny good if we're going to make a baby," he hushes down at me. "You need to be properly soaked so my seed can catch."
I moan something incomprehensible, but he just laughs again and withdraws his fingers.
I struggle to catch my breath as he strips himself down to his cotton tee and boxers, before joining me on the bed to kiss me properly.
His tongue dominates my mouth, the two of us lashing at each others' tongues until my mouth is as wet as my pussy. Daddy kisses me like a man possessed, still applying the slightest pressure to my throat as we make out like horny teenagers.
His other hand dips to my nipples, rolling the pink pebbles between his fingers with expert precision. God, just that touch is enough to have me growing desperate once more, my hips jerking against his thigh.
"Ah ah," he tuts at me. "No cock until you're ready, sweetheart. Let Daddy get this pussy nice and primed for breeding."
His words wash through me like a wave of heat, and I nod and drool as he eases down my body to eat me out, flipping me onto my stomach so he can position his face at my cunt. Every time Daddy licks at my core is like the first time; his tongue is just as talented as his hands and cock, and within moments of him slurping away at my opening and clit, I'm coming once more.
He doesn't let up. His fingers join the fray, fingering me all over again, opening me wider with four fat fingers this time, until I feel as though I'm going to burst. His thumb eases over my clit as I feel suddenly more stretched than ever. His eyes are hot on my core, seeing into my most intimate depths, and all of this can't be wrong, because it feels so right.
"Relax, Baby. Daddy needs to stretch you nice and wide. Just breathe for me, beautiful."
I wail out some kind of response, but do as he says, and then Daddy sucks in a breath of astonishment.
"Theeeere we go, sweetheart. Good girl. Fuck, I can see right into you, Baby. That's where my seed's gonna go, right into your pink little hole. Push out for me - there you go. Shit, that's so beautiful. My girl is so beautiful."
I float on the high of his praise while he pleasures me from the inside out. I don't know what he's doing to me, but he's touching places I've never been touched before; it feels indescribably good, in a forbidden kind of way. I squirm a little, my ass clenching tight around the plug, and of course, Daddy notices - he notices everything.
"Oh, poor little thing," he coos. "Hang on, baby, Daddy will help you. We can fill this ass while Daddy helps your pussy relax, baby."
In the next moment, he's easing the plug from my primed asshole. I whine in protest at the loss of weight in there, but in the next second, he kneels behind me, lines up my ass, and sinks his enormous cock right in with a single stroke.
My scream echoes around the whole house, and his answering growl of ecstasy only sends me higher.
"Do what Daddy trained you to do, sweetheart. Clench down your sweet little ass so you can cum again. That's right, work it like that, keep going. We need to get that pussy dripping, little one, so you can be bred properly. Stuffing your cute little asshole will work perfectly."
Drool drips from my mouth to my tits as Daddy pulls on my plait to keep me upright for my pounding. His hands grip my waist, fingers tangled in the straps there, as he uses me like a fleshlight for his own pleasure.
As always, a good anal fucking has me seeing stars within mere moments. There's something so dirty about Daddy taking me back there, even after so many sessions, and my cunt has no choice but to gush once more, clamping down on nothing as Daddy pounds my back passage. His heavy balls slap against my slit, his hand trailing down to cup my poor pussy once more, and I don't know how much more I can take.
"Daddy," I whine. "Please!"
"One more, baby girl. One more, and Daddy will give you what you need."
He eases me onto all fours and spreads my ass cheeks apart to impale me even further. I grip the sheets with white knuckles.
"You want my baby, don't you, sweetheart? Need Daddy to knock you up?" Daddy asks in a husky voice as he pounds me.
I can only moan my assent.
The hand cupping my cunt starts to strum my abused little clit once more, all but vibrating against it. "Then come on, darling. Hurry up and come so Daddy can breed you like you want. Squeeze Daddy's cock with that tight ass, squirt all over my hand, Baby. I know you can do it. C'mon, beautiful. Come. Now!"
I have no choice.
My body falls apart as my voice cracks on another scream, my whole being strung tight against Daddy's strong hold.
My cunt sprays and sprays, an endless amount of liquid squirting all over the sheets while my ass and pussy throb in tandem. My mind scatters, my heart racing as Daddy soothes me with both hands, anchoring me to the bed with his touch.
"Such a beautiful girl, such a good girl," he says, easing himself out of my ass with loving tenderness. I moan and grab for him, and he presses kisses to my lips and face, peppering me until I'm a giggling mess beneath him.
"Let me clean myself for you, sweetheart, and then we're going to make a baby."
Those words have me floating higher than ever. I hardly notice when he disappears for a moment, then returns to kiss me all over again.
"Daddy will need to fuck you ass-up again, darling girl," he tells me in a hushed voice. "That's the best way for it to catch."
"Okay, Daddy," I mumble, pushing my legs under myself, so my head remains on the pillows but my ass is tilted up.
Daddy kisses me longingly once more, before going back to the edge of the bed and gently sliding my legs apart to reveal my core.
"Fuck, my beautiful girl," he croaks. "You're so wet and loose. Both your holes are so fucked-out, they're perfect. Just the way they should be. Now, are you ready, sweetheart?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Ready for Daddy to plant a baby deep inside you?"
"Yes, Daddy." I almost have tears in my eyes at the very thought.
"Then just relax and let Daddy breed you, the way it was meant to be."
I sigh, overcome with love and warmth, as Daddy pushes his huge cock into my dripping, hot cunt. He doesn't stop until he's fully seated inside me, the tip of him kissing the deepest part of my pussy, his hips snug to mine.
The world tilts and sways in a beautiful swell of pleasure as Daddy fucks me, gently, deeply, tenderly. His hands soothe up and down my back, gripping my waist, my hips, to roll my pussy up and down his length. His hands cup my tits, squeezing and massaging until I feel another orgasm creeping up on me.
"Daddy's going to fill these up with milk, Baby," he whispers, flicking my hardened nipples sweetly. "You'll be leaking all the time, and Daddy will have to drink you down so you don't waste a drop. They'll be so sore and big, my baby girl - you might need to come to work with Daddy, so I can milk you a few times a day."
Fuck, another jolt of hot ecstasy hits my core at that image, and Daddy groans in a way that tells me he felt that.
"You like that idea, Baby? Of being milky for Daddy all the time? Of course you do, my perfect little slut. Made just for me, like I was made for you. Don't worry, sweetheart. Daddy will always take care of you."
I groan, long and low, as I come yet again at his words, my body barely managing much more than a shudder of contentment.
He laughs at my reaction, even as his cock swells at the pressure my cunt clamps around it.
"Good girl, milk me dry, sweetheart. Are you ready for Daddy's baby?"
I sob and nod. I'm so ready. I want to carry my daddy's child. I want to build a family with him - a proper family, made of love. I want to show off my belly to all my friends and watch the envy in their eyes, even if they don't know who the father is.
"Here we go, little one. Take it all, don't waste a drop," Daddy commands, right before he gives a yell of triumph and floods my gaping hole with hot, thick seed.
Rope after rope is sprayed within me, triggering a final, sweet orgasm from my tired body, and I can do nothing but giggle and squirm in the delirium. Daddy pumps me full - fuller than I've ever been, until I'm sure my belly is already swollen with it. Fuck, it feels so wrong to be bred so well by my daddy, but nothing has ever felt so right, either. No other man could have done this - no one could have filled me right to the brim and satisfied me in so many ways. I'm so glad I had the courage to do this, after dreaming of it for so long.
Daddy rolls his hips a few more times, before slowly backing out of my messy pussy, shushing my whinge of loss.
"Hold on, baby girl. Daddy has to make sure it all goes in," he tells me.
The next moment, his fingers are pushing back into my seed-filled slit, scooping any dribbles back into my hole and planting it deep inside me, brushing that spot that makes my eyes roll back in my head. He pries my pussy apart to make sure it's all deep in there.
"W-what if it didn't catch, Daddy?" I ask sleepily as he gently pushes my hips down to the bed, massaging my lower back with soft hands.
He kisses my forehead. "Then we'll try again, my baby. Daddy will breed you as many times as it takes. And then, when you're nice and fat with our baby, I'll keep all your holes full of cum, to make sure you're healthy and well-fed. My perfect little girl."
Our hands tangle on my belly, and as I drift off to sleep, I'm reminded again of just how lucky I am, to have a daddy like mine.
Seducing my daddy was the best decision I've ever made.