Chapter 4
The next morning, I wake up wet and flustered. I came hard last night, but without Daddy joining me it’s not the same. Like he left me half- finished.
I take a shower and dress quickly. Downstairs I find a note on the kitchen counter: “Tonight, wait for me at the front door. On your hands and knees. I want to see those pretty pink holes the first thing when I walk in the door.”
My stomach flips.
Maybe he’s only teasing me. Like I’ve been teasing him.
I call my best friend Nina and tell her I finally lost my V-card. She’s way more experienced than I am, having had more boyfriends than I have shoes-and I have a lot of shoes. Nina sounds giddy when she hears my news but warns me that guys can lose interest once they’ve slept with you.
Oh, but not this one.
She wants to know who, and I tell her to quit snooping. * **
It’s half past five when I check my hair in the bathroom mirror. I’m a small girl who knows my limits. I don’t have luscious curves-yet. But I’m only nineteen and I have time to fill out. For now, I play to my strengths .
I’m wearing knee socks. I used plaid ribbons to tie my hair into two tails. Knee socks and ribbons are all I’m wearing. I only hope Daddy’s into that. Nina told me to wear sexy lingerie, a thong if I have one, but I don’t, and besides, every girl needs her own style.
A car horn sounds outside.
I hurry downstairs.
Daddy’s Bentley rolls onto the driveway.
My heart stutters as I drop to my knees and palms, my rear facing the door. When it opens, a light breeze prickles my skin and the crisp footfalls of Daddy’s shoes clack across the floor. My breathing jumps.
The door shuts.
I hear him set his briefcase down.
“What do we have here?” he growls.
Daddy’s voice sounds rough. Either he’s had a bad day at work or he’s playing his role. Either way, my face heats.
“I’m ready for you, Daddy.”
“You don’t know what you’re ready for, little girl.”
He walks around until his shiny dress shoes stop front of me. I lift my head to meet Daddy’s hot glare. He looks so handsome in his tailored suit, and when he hangs his jacket on the stairwell and loosens his tie, my stomach lurches.
“Keep your eyes forward, Princess.”
I obey immediately. All I can see now are the lower legs of his pants.
“How was my pretty virgin today?”
“Um, I’m not a vir-”
“You are. You couldn’t take my cock last night like a good girl should. But you will tonight.”
My pussy pulses. “Yes, Daddy.”
He walks behind me, one hand straying over my hips making me shiver. He slides around to my wet pussy and plays with my folds. I squirm a bit.
“Keep still.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I’ve been thinking about you all day, little girl. I’m going to fuck your pretty asshole first. We’ll get to your cunt when you’re nice and ready.”
His bluntness startles me. For the past year, the first thing he’d say when he gets home is, honey, I’m home, you want to order out tonight?
I want to say something sexy, to flirt with him, but my mind blanks. All I say is, “Whatever you want, Daddy.”
“These holes belong to me, don’t they?”
He rubs me between my thighs from anus to pussy, and I sway forward.
“Yes, Daddy!”
His hand glides over my knee socks and he touches the ribbons in my hair. A growl leaves his throat.
I hear his belt buckle jangling before a zipper opens. He curls his fingers into me and rolls them around, coating them in my juices.
“You’re very wet, Princess. Good. Cunt is the best lubricant.” It sounds like he’s stroking himself.
Then strong hands clutch my hips.
Daddy pushes his cock into the tight pucker of my asshole, shunting me forward, and I’m shocked anew by his size as that thick thing drives to the balls in a single thrust. His sac taps my pussy lightly.
I squeeze my cheeks around him.
“Good girl,” Daddy groans. “You learn fast.”
My walls stretch around his shaft, my heart beating in heavy thuds. Daddy grabs me firmly as he punches that thick cock in and out of my tight hole.
I would’ve screamed if I still had breath to do so.
He squats around my rear and pounds me harder. All I hear are the fleshy claps of his hips on my ass, the rustle of clothes, and the rattle of Daddy’s belt.
When my whimpers become cries, Daddy moves faster and faster, his cock ramming my passage hard, and my empty pussy throbs from his thrusts, the intense sensations seeping between my walls.
I stagger to my elbows and shudder with orgasm. My asshole flutters around his cock and my empty pussy ripples.
“That’s called an anal orgasm,” he says in my ear. He pulls out between my cheeks with a pop.
I’m lathered with sweat.
Fevered hot.
He hauls me up, spins me around, and presses his mouth to mine. Our tongues dance together. I’ve never been kissed so hard, not even last night, and I do my best to keep up.
Daddy tugs on the twin tails of my hair. “Cute look.”
Even though he just fucked my ass like a savage animal, I blush shyly. “Thanks, Daddy. It took a while to do by the way.”
“I’m sure,” Daddy says, pulling back. Then his voice hardens. “I’m not finished with you, little girl.”
He takes me by the hand to the living room and sits on the sofa. I stand before him holding one arm.
Daddy unbuttons his white shirt very slowly, giving me a view of his fissured chest and rock hard abs. He doesn’t take his shirt off. He rolls up his sleeves, his penis still hard. Daddy didn’t cum in my rear, and it makes me wonder how long he can keep going.
“Come here,” he growls.
I shuffle forward, shy under his heated gaze.
“Closer!”
I walk right up to his knees. He wedges his foot between mine and moves them apart. My thighs open.
He glances at my flushed folds, and then slowly his gaze travels up the length of my body to fix on my eyes.
“Is your little pussy still sore?”
“Y-Yes, Daddy.”
“You think you can take me?”
I stare at his massive erection. “I’ll try.”
He strokes himself once from tip to sac, and a clear pearl oozes from the crown. “Turn around.”
I obey and feel his hands gliding across my buttocks before he pulls me closer. My pussy hovers inches above his wet tip.
“Sit,” Daddy commands, holding his massive cock.
Closing my eyes, I ease down until that hot tip touches my lips.
Then I hesitate.
Daddy gives my ass a sharp slap. “Any slower,” he whispers, “and I’ll put my dick back in here.” He rubs the rim of my aching asshole.
I split my folds over his head, feeling the sharp stretch when I sink around his cock. My walls clench tighter and hot chills run through my body.
“Halfway there,” Daddy growls.
My juices seep out around his shaft, but no matter how wet I am, I just can’t take any more. Daddy lets me adjust for a moment.
After the discomfort fades, I grab my thighs to sink again, so filled now by Daddy’s size I can barely stay upright. The inches already in my pussy begin to twitch.
“Stop!” Daddy says.
I freeze, panting.
He takes deep breaths and steadies himself before the twitches fade.
“Continue.”
I try another downward push, but my tender walls refuse to open any further. “I can’t!”
“Only an inch more to go, Princess.”
“Daddy I can’t-” Moans choke off the words as my walls begin to ripple, the orgasm that’s been simmering in my pussy edging to climax.
If it’s tight for me, I can’t imagine what he feels. If Daddy really hasn’t cum in the four months since he started going to those seminars, this
must be torture for him. Then an idea hits me.
I roll my hips in sinuous turns, that thick cock squelching in my pussy.
Daddy lets out low groans and pats my ass. “That’s enough, baby girl. We’ll try again tomorrow.”
I slide up-then heave down, wrenching a gasp from Daddy’s mouth.
“Madison! That’s enough!”
Holding my knees, I turn halfway around so Daddy sees me licking my lips and the profile of my breasts. His eyes open wide.
I feel his cock shudder in my pussy.
“Are you sure you want me to stop, Daddy?”
“Yes-no. Oh fuck.”
I roll my hips again, my folds clinging to his shaft.
Daddy leans forward to grab me in his embrace. He bites my earlobe, then swings an upthrust that makes me yelp.
Oh god. Did he shove the whole thing in?
But when I reach down, I feel about an inch of him still outside. Daddy doesn’t care about that, burying his face in my hair and pumping my pussy hard. He wraps one arm around my waist while the other holds me below the breasts. He bounces me on his cock.
“Naughty little girl,” he hisses. I cry out at the top of my lungs.
Daddy snarls in my ear, rubbing his cock against my front wall. He’s in a frenzy. He’s lost all control.
“This tight little pussy is all mine.”
He gives my clit a single flick with his thumb.
I scream as my sopping sex gushes on his cock, and moments later, Daddy tenses more than ever, roaring out a strangled cry as he floods me with scalding seed. So much. It feels like a burning geyser splashing my cervix. He spills months of built-up lust into the wet walls of my pussy.
“Oh Daddy.”
He growls softly. “Look what you made me do.”
I giggle, the last spasms of my own orgasm giving me the shakes. “I think you needed that.”
Daddy drags me onto the sofa so we’re face-to-face. I feel his seed leaking out of me. He wedges himself between my thighs, his body writhing against mine as he kisses from my breasts to my mouth.
Within minutes I’m throbbing to be filled once more, and Daddy’s already hard. He doesn’t hesitate, sliding his cock into my slick pussy, stopping just an inch short of his whole length. It’s enough. He fucks me deeply and cums again.
This time I’m nowhere close to my orgasm, and I give him a pout and clench my walls, refusing to let him leave. Daddy holds himself inside while he squeezes my breasts and rubs me all over.
Slowly his cock hardens to its full length without ever leaving my pussy.
Then he pumps me hard, his frenzied thrusts squishing in my channel, and my orgasm explodes.
“Daddy!” I hold him by the neck as my pussy constricts.
He kisses me deeply, still grinding away until he cums for the third time. Cum slicks our bodies as he pulls out and we lie together entangled in a heap.