🔞🔞🔞. 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.
