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Daddy's Home

By: XXXOtter



Note: A new friend here on Literotica inspired this. I hope you all like it too.

Mandy was 12 when her mother and I split up. I tried to see her after the divorce, but her mother made it very rough and I was concerned that her mother’s temper might get slid onto Mandy’s shoulders in my absence. I kept in touch faithfully through letters and email and phone. I made sure Mandy always knew how to get in touch with me and supplied her with phone cards so her mother wouldn’t hassle her. 

I guess somehow it made me easier for Mandy to talk to. As she grew up we got very close. She could tell me anything and often did. Everything from boys to grades. I had agreed in the divorce to provide for her through college should she earn her way in, and boy, did she ever. Graduated 2 years early and left for college at 17. I couldn’t have been prouder. I never got to see her though, until she was 19.

I remember how adorable she was at 12 and could only imagine how she’d look at 19. I remember how nervous I was that first time, and how smitten. I walked into her house and, well, she stole my heart and other parts of my body. From then on I had no interest in other women, only my little girl. We certainly made up for lost time. 

For a year or two now, we’ve been fucking each other regularly. Last weekend for her 20th birthday, I wanted to do something special. I knew how much she liked rough sex, and we had talked about rape fantasy, but this was going to push her over the top.

Around 2PM I headed over to her apartment with a small bag of supplies. We always talked before we got together so I knew she wouldn’t be expecting me. I let myself in quietly and took a quick look around. No evidence of any guests. I didn’t know if she was fucking anybody but me, but an overnight guest would definitely delay my plans. Walking into the kitchen, I found half a bottle of wine on the counter and a dirty wine glass next to the sink. “Good,” I grinned to my self as I walked down the hall to her bedroom, “She’ll sleep heavier that way.” 

I peeked into her bedroom and saw her. It was a hot night and she had kicked her blankets off of her little body. I just stood and admired her for a few moments. She was about 5’4”, 115 pounds. Long smooth legs topped by a tiny firm ass. She worked part time as an aerobics instructor and it showed. She was wearing a pair of white cotton panties and a half cut gray shirt, her long blonde hair flowing down over the collar. She was lying on her stomach with one leg jack-knifed up to one side and facing away from me. Her tight little ass begged for attention, but I had to take care of a few things first.

I quickly undressed and carried the bag over towards the bed. I reached into the bag and put on a hockey mask. You know the kind, very Friday the 13th looking thing, but I had glued some foam over the mouthpiece, hoping it would disguise my voice. On the floor near the bed, I placed a pair of handcuffs, a pair of scissors, and a blindfold. My cock was throbbing almost painfully in anticipation. 

I took a deep, quiet breath. I could her my little Mandy sighing softly in her sleep and I hoped I could make this wonderful for her. I hoped I had the nerve. Gently, I took the blindfold and tied it around her head. My heart was racing as she shifted slightly and moaned softly in her sleep, but didn’t wake up. Next I took the cuffs and slid her arms behind her back. Wrapping the cuffs around her wrists, I fastened them tightly together. She began to stir as I was finishing, but by then it didn’t matter. My plan was working!

“Mmm…whaaa..?” she came out of her slumber.

“Shut up bitch, you keep quiet and you won’t get hurt.” I had been practicing a Hispanic accent for weeks. I hoped it would be convincing.

“Who are you? Let me go you bastard!!” She was awake now and mad.

“You don’t listen too well do you, cunt?” I slapped her ass hard. “I said shut up!”

“You son of a bitch, you won’t get away with this, there’s security camera at the entrance, they already have pictures of you! Leave now and I won’t tell anyone you were here.” She had begun to rub her head against the sheets, trying to dislodge the blindfold, but I had tied it too securely. I grinned inwardly, there were no security cameras in the building, but she figured her captor wouldn’t know that. I told you she was smart.

“One more word and you’ve had it you little cock tease,” I slapped her ass again, admiring the red welt from the first spank. I grabbed the scissors and dragged the flat of the blade against her neck. I wanted her to think it was a knife, but didn’t want to take a chance of actually hurting her. “You talk when I tell you to talk. I’ve seen you around the neighborhood, shopping, jogging, shaking your little ass around. A body like yours needs attention. I’ve been watching your place, too, that old guy who comes over all the time isn’t here tonight, is he? No one’s here to protect you, so you’d better behave.”

“Ok, ok, just please don’t hurt me” she whimpered. Her tone had changed. Now she was submissive, helpless, and scared for her life, just how I wanted her.

“Let’s see what we’ve got here,” I muttered running the scissors up her back cutting the shirt off. I cut the sleeves and rolled her onto her back. I tore the thin fabric off of her body to reveal her perky white tits. 

She wasn’t wearing a bra, but she didn’t need one for those beauties. They weren’t particularly large, but they were perfect in shape. Firm little cones standing straight up. Her pink little nipples were already stiffening in the warm night air. I reached down and pinched them firmly. 

“Owww, please, I’ll do whatever you say.” She was almost moaning now.

“You little whore, you know you’re enjoying this, don’t play innocent with me.” I snarled. My hands slid down her firm little body marveling at her soft flesh. My hand reached between her legs and she reflexively clamped them quickly together.

“No, please don’t.” she whimpered.

I slapped her tit roughly. The sound rang sharply in the air. “You little slut,” I hissed, “don’t you get it? This body belongs to me. Open your legs, NOW!”

She began to spread her creamy thighs a few inches then stopped.

SLAP!! 

“Wider!”

A few more inches.

SLAP!!

“I said wider!!”

She opened them for me and I could see a tiny spot of wetness over her pussy. My little angel was enjoying this more then I knew. I cupped her pussy with one hand and slapped her thighs a few times with the other.

“Wet already, slut? You must be enjoying this.”

“Stop it. I know what you’re going to do, and I can’t stop you, so just do it and get it over with.” She was getting defiant again. You had to admire her spirit.

“Patience, bitch, I have all night.” I laughed at her.

I took the scissors again and cut her panties from around her body. As they fell away I looked closely at her little cunt. She had shaved it for me! We had talked a few times about her shaving and she had finally done it for Daddy. Her pink lips were glistening, as she shivered. I reached down to rub her clit. Her body shuddered, but it was impossible to tell if she was trying to squirm away or get closer.

“Mmmmmm, look what we have here,” I mumbled, “ Such a pretty cunt and all mine, isn’t it?

She didn’t answer.

I reached down to grab my belt where I had dropped it and doubled it up in my hand. “I said it’s mine, isn’t it?”

No answer.

I swung the belt and laid it firmly across her bald little pussy with a firm “smack”. The surprise and shock brought a quick answer from her soft lips.

“Yes, oh god yes, it’s yours!! Please don’t hurt me! It’s all yours!!” She wailed.

I dragged the belt up her stomach to her ripe tits “And these?”

“Yours, they belong to you!” she quickly answered.

I rolled her onto her stomach and let the belt land very softly on her ass. “And this?”

She swallowed in fear. “Yours.” She whispered.

I knew I had her and my cock was harder then it had ever been. I kneeled on the bed in front of her head and firmly grasping her hair lifted her head up. I slid forward so my cock just brushed her lips. 

“I bet a little whore like you knows what to do with this don’t you?” I asked.

She nodded and opened her mouth. Her tiny pink tongue snaked out and flicked at the head. She swirled her tongue around the head teasing it like she loves to do. She started to inch forward to take it into her mouth when I brought the belt firmly down onto her red little ass.

“Owww!” she shrieked.

“That was a warning, cunt. You bite me and I’ll show you pain in places you don’t even know you have. Understand?” I was trying to sound menacing.

“Yes,” she moaned. Tears were running from underneath the blindfold and I wondered if I was going too far. I reached down and slid my fingers between her ass cheeks to rub her clit. She moaned almost imperceptibly and lifted her hips ever so slightly. The little faker was wetter then before. I pressed on with confidence.

Her mouth opened again and moved to envelop my cock. I kept a firm grasp on her hair and pushed forward slowly. Never in my life has anyone given me better head then my daughter, and I wanted to enjoy this. Her lips stretched around it and I could feel her tongue swirling around as she bobbed up and down just taking the head in and out of her hot mouth.

“Deeper, slut.” I growled.

A soft moan came from her throat as she took more of it. I watched her mouth oval around it and felt it hit the back of her throat. As she came up my shaft, her tongue flicked at the sensitive underside of my cock sending a shiver down my spine. She quickly threw her head down again; engulfing my cock, letting it hit the back of her throat. She gagged lightly, but kept sucking it in and out of her hot mouth. Suddenly I felt her move down as I guided her head firmly and instead of coming back up, she kept pushing and my cock popped into her throat. I moaned as she struggled to get more of it into her gullet.

She found a rhythm and started to fuck me with her amazing mouth. She would let the head pop out of her throat, breathe quickly, and swallow it again and again. Her little nose pressed up against my stomach on every stroke. I think she was hoping to make me cum so I’d leave her alone. I groaned urging her on.

“Oh Jesus, baby, you’re gonna’ be my new weekend thing.” I sighed, “You like that? You want me to come over here so you can suck my cock every week?”

“Mmmpphggg…” she grunted. 

I wasn’t done with her yet, so I reluctantly pulled out of my little girl’s mouth. I rubbed my dripping cock across her soft ivory cheeks. “You want me to fuck you now, slut?” I asked.

“No,” she said “you bastard. Just do it and leave.” 

I brought the belt down on her ass again. “You need to learn some respect bitch,” I said angrily. “Now beg for it!”

The bed muffled her cries. “I won’t. Just do what you need to do and get out, mother fucker.” Her defiance was back in spades.

I moved off of the bed and dragged her body over to the edge. Her knees were on the floor and her torso was lying over the bed. Her cute little ass stuck out and I could see her hairless pussy actually dripping down her thighs.

“Oh you want it all right, slut, you just think you’re too good to beg for it. Is that it?” I brought the belt across her ass again.

“Owwww, god, yes then you asshole. Fuck me, fuck me and get it over with.” She shouted.

I knelt behind her and rammed my cock deep into her cunt. Her saliva and the wetness in her pussy let it slide in easily. My balls smacked against her thighs wetly.

She grunted and buried her face against the bed. I could hear her muffled moaning as I pounded my cock violently in and out of my baby’s body. She whimpered as I reached around her slim hips to rub her clit and after only a few second her body shuddered and her pussy clamped down on my thrusting cock as she came.

Still I slammed into her. I could feel my cock bumping her cervix with every thrust. I felt out of control as I rammed into her little body again and again. 

“Fuck me, you son of a bitch. Fuck me harder” she shrieked. She was slamming her hips back to meet my thrusts now. She was openly begging this stranger to fuck her. I didn’t know whether to be shocked, angry or hurt at the wantonness she displayed. I felt almost ashamed for putting her in this position and then reacting this way to her. My shame quickly turned to anger and I pumped my meat into her harder and faster.

“Oh god, fuck you, uhhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhh…” she moaned as she started cumming again. I smacked her ass again with the belt and reached up to pinch her nipples. She was beyond lust now as I pounded her tight cunt. I moved my hand back to her cunt and slid my thumb into her alongside my cock. Her pussy spasmed and gripped me as I let my thumb get good and wet inside her.

I pulled my hand away and rubbed her wetness against her rosy little asshole. I had one more mission to complete. My thumb teased her ass as she slammed back onto my cock. Firmly I slipped it into her tight hole and began fucking her softly in rhythm to my cock.

I slowed down, and pulled my cock out of her out of her. I sawed my cock back and forth against her clit as she panted and moaned softly. My cock was throbbing; I knew I wouldn’t last long in her tight ass.

I positioned the head against her ass and she started to squirm. 

“No, not there. Nobody’s ever fucked me there before. You can’t, you bastard.” She moaned.

“Tonight’s the night, then, whore.”

“Please don’t do this. You want money, I’ll get it, just don’t do this.” She pleaded desperately.

“Listen, bitch, this ass is mine. You WILL be getting fucked in it. You can relax and enjoy it, or you can fight, but either way I am going to fuck your ass, bitch.” I wanted to slam it into her so badly I couldn’t see straight, but I wanted this to last for her.

She lost her temper. “You asshole, you’d better hope they don’t find you. My father will kill you if he gets his hands on you.” She threatened.

I started to push my cock into her tight ass. She squealed into the sheets as the head slid in. I couldn’t believe how tight she was. I kept pushing as she moaned in pain and lust. My hands held her little hips firmly as inch after inch slid into her. Finally I had it all the way into her. She was silent and shaking. I was now fucking my little girl in the ass, and she didn’t even know it was me. The sheer depravity hit me and I knew this couldn’t last for long.

I started to fuck her as slowly as I could manage. I wanted her to enjoy this. My cock was ready to explode. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. Her virgin ass felt like a velvet vise gripping my cock. After a few strokes I started to speed up a little. Her hips bucked back to meet me. Softly at first, but soon gaining power and speed.

“Oooohhh god, you son of a bitch, fuck my ass. Make me cum again.” She groaned.

I quietly took off the mask. It was time to let her in on my secret. I unlocked the handcuffs as I started to pump into her faster and faster. I held her wrists together with one hand as I reached forward to remove the blindfold. I kept a hold on her wrists and held her pinned down by the neck. 

“God it’s so deep, I hope my father cuts your balls off before he kills you, mother fucker.” Her tone was threatening but her body was taking control pumping her ass back to meet my thrusts. My balls were slapping her dripping cunt firmly on every stroke.

The hardest part about riding a tiger is knowing hen to let go. Her ass was milking my cock. I had never been so aroused in my entire life. My heart thumped loudly in my chest. I could smell her body and her pussy in the warm air, I watched her firm ass engulfing my cock, and I could hear her alternating between moaning in pleasure and threatening me. It was as much as I could take. I was either going to jail, or my daughter was going to continue to be the true love of my life. I released her wrists, ready to try and grab them again if this got out of control.

One hand flew to her pussy rubbing her clit frantically. The other reached forward to grab the bed and push against me. I reached down, moving both hands around her body to cup her tits and pulled her body up against mine. Her little hips continued to thrust against me, her ass swallowing my cock as her mouth had done earlier. 

I imagined what it must look like from behind. My larger frame on top of her, her bald pussy dripping as her finger attacked her clit, and my swollen cock pumping in and out of her ass. Stretching it. It was finally too much.

With a loud grunt I started to fill my little girl’s ass full of cum. She started to cum with me and the two of us groaned in unison as I pumped jet after jet into her tight rectum. Her ass grabbed onto my cock and squeezed as her moans filled my ears. It seemed like it would never end. I had never cum so much, and she seemed to orgasm forever. She kept bucking wildly against me forcing my cum out of her ass, dripping down her thighs.

Finally things calmed down.

I placed my mouth right next to her ear. “Angel, it’s Daddy,” I whispered.

Everything froze for a heartbeat. Then another.

She whirled around, pulling away from me. In a swift motion she was up on the bed hunched against the wall like a jungle cat ready to spring.

“Daddy?!” it had never occurred to her. “WHY?”

“Baby, please, wait! Remember we were talking about rape fantasy? I figured “Who better then me?” Someone who would only scare you and never hurt you, who loves you more then anything. I wanted to do something special for your birthday.” I was babbling. 

“That was you the whole time?” she said

“Yes, baby.” I was petrified.

She relaxed and slid towards me on the bed. “Let me get this straight. You snuck in here, tied me, spanked me, and raped me, and you’re telling me it was because you wanted to give me something special for my birthday?”

“Yes.” I had never been more ashamed of myself. How could I have seen this as a good idea?

She slid closer to me and reached up to put her arms around my neck, nuzzling against my chest. 

“Daddy, you always get me the best presents. Next time, can we do it without the blindfold?”

I told you she was smart. 

Daddy's Home



I heard moaning. Not the intense kind but the soft musical drifts in breaths when air and ecstasy collide in one lung. It was musical and came in different tones as though from different voices. One of them I recognized. This is my house and the songs of my wife's moans are sketched to my memory. These passive moans tear fissures in me. I've never heard anything this beautiful when I fuck her and fill her with all I have to give, she's never sang like this. My curiosity is powered by my heavy heart, I need to see who implores my wife to make these sighs that sound like music. I need to know. 

She's in our marital bed purring in rhythms I've never heard. I borrow the stealth of a thief and creep course to adultery, crimson its shade. My wife has a secret. Her secret has soft legs and a body highlighted in crimson colored art. 

I enter through our living space and crouch outside our bedroom balcony where an open sliding door and drawn blinds carry their music to my ear. In my days away my wife has been securing her nights. Warmth was always beside her with another's tongue inside her. I meant to surprise her. My arrival was secret but I had no idea her secret would overshadow mine. 

My body has turned rigid and my expression pales like the walls I hide behind. I hear my heart beat and it frightens me only because I believe they might hear it. They. My adulterous wife and her soft legged lover with the crimson colored body art. For reasons unknown to me my heart is not as heavy as it was mere seconds before I witnessed the instruments of those musical moans. I expected a stranger with a physique superior to mine heralding my wife in positions and depths I couldn't achieve, I expected to see another man's penis taking the place of my own inside the southern folds of my wife. And in a way I'm still greeted by a superior physique. I could never compete with a woman. I'm anatomically limited. 

I should be enraged and disgusted and hurt until the pain becomes real but instead I can't quite fathom the feelings I do have. I'm intrigued. I'm relieved to know no man has taken my place between my woman's legs yet I can't fight the interest that swells within me by seeing love being made with one woman laying atop another. My woman... and hers. They glide over each other so rehearsed. They've been acquainted, this is no new affair. This affair has been practiced. Mastered. I take notes at how seamless their motions appear. 

As I look on, my wife... my forever in a platinum wedding band... lays on her back as her lover with crimson roses moves tattooed limbs over her like silk over silk. My lover's lover rubs her thigh within that soft spot of pleats between my wife's legs. My wife is wreathing in spasms as roses cover her body and glide their way along her stomach and back down between her legs where shudders find her again. 

I am speechless. 

My own breath has slowed and I feel like a voyeur, intrusive yet innocent to the world I wake to. I feel guilty for my discoveries and ashamed for feeling that way. 

I watch as they kiss. Slow, meaningful, in tandem with their slow turning bodies. My guilt swells but my erection outpaces my guilt. I hear the moans that waft like music to my ears, the sounds that drew me in and forever changed my life. Watching them kiss is like watching lovers in the park creating their memories through repetition. Kiss lips gently, suck on lower lip, apply tongue, fondle and repeat. Practice makes perfect. 

They roll over, reverse rolls. Now my wife is on top and her lover reaches for her. They kiss with more passion than I imagine I've ever felt through 6 years of marriage then with slow movements their legs dangle from the side of the bed and their playful laughter and mixture of intense kisses find its way to the floor. 

There are toys. 

I see them now as the bed is barren. Rubber molds in pretty colours and girths surpassing my own with feathers in feminine pink. As they revel in the threads of our carpet I get a better view of my wife's lover. I can see the lines and the curves that make a woman like her irresistible to men like me. Who the fuck am I to argue with her own sex yielding to attraction. Her ass rose like hills and I watched as her planes of symmetry changed with her movements. Fucking marvelous. Her breasts looked like C's, noticeably larger than my wife's B cups. I could see the shine her nipples held after my wife's mouth parted with them. And her crimson tattoos. 

My wife's soft legged lover had a body decorated with the brushes of Renaissance. From the side of her left breast, a crimson rose blossomed amidst thorns that spiraled along her torso leaving a roadmap of crimson roses in its path. Her art ran along the left side of her body, down her thigh and capped around her ankle in a ring of thorns. An ass sashayed for me. My wife's. Her ass danced to the music of her own love making and she curled her fingers in the air beckoning her crimson lover to her. 

Her lover refused. 

The crimson rose sat back and propped on her forearms before opening her legs and all its pretty pink for me to see. This view was for my wife but my eyes delinquently savored. From where I linger, I can see the artistic brushes did not neglect the pathway to her pussy. There was a thin branch of thorns inked to her pelvis with the most lifelike blossom of a rose I'd ever seen in bloom around it. I convinced myself that had my distance been removed I would have been able to smell the sweat moistened petals of her rose and hold little regard for the real thing. 

The crimson rose toyed with her, toyed with my wife. She extended her leg like an olive branch and my wife accepted, running her fingers along another woman's thigh and kissing on her toes before suckling them in her mouth. What the fuck am I looking at? I'm now privy to a world that once before was hidden in the confines of my fantasies. But never my wife. I never placed my wife in those false images of women pleasuring women. This is the universe fucking with me. The same lips that kiss me in the mornings kiss their way up inner thighs and leave a trail of moisture I thought was just for me. The same hands that cup my face now greedily grasp an ass of crimson roses. I look on and I see my wife has positioned herself on her stomach and licks with the tongue I love tasting. I grow numb seeing the reaction it has on her tattooed lover. 

I inch closer and my eyes water as my body and mind fight with each other for understanding and compromise. Seeing my wife in this position threatens the loving husband at my core and I feel the line of moisture on my cheek noticing now that my hands are shaking and I'm unable to control this state. But my fucking body is turned on and drains my blood into my head with no eyes. 

I've never been more enamored. I am so captivated that I forget my presence depends on stealth, I need to be closer. My eyes greed with envy at this stranger in roses enjoying the pleasures of my wife and my heart bleeds with chills that culminate in every other emotion. 

Moans. Music. 

I will hear these sounds in my sleep. 

"Fuck" 

My wife's lover. Her voice brings me back. 

"Oh, fuck" 

I stare because I'm captivated by her song. 

"Oh fuck, don't stop" 

I love this music. 

"Don't stop" 

This music is bitter sweet. 

"Fuck" 

Bitter sweet. 

Two weeks in Jamaica and I fucked the island girls. I mixed business with pleasure and said to hell with fidelity. Sun bleached Caribbean girls with tight pussies and carnival attire to advertise it. So after the meetings and proposals I threw my dollars in the right corners and happily cheated on my wife. My faithful, loving wife I knew on my life would never equal my actions. She'd never know and the universe would turn its back on the places I'd left my semen. 

"Oooooh... fuuuuuck" 

I can see her lips quiver as her expletives escape her... as her moans fill the air... as my wife keeps her face buried between her lover's limbs. 

"Make me cum" 

My wife is performing cunnilingus that looks like the mechanics of fine machinery. The movement of my wife's head up and down and the well-constructed thighs she holds onto. Her hips spasm as pleasure takes her. I see her small waist contort and watch the slow arch of her back. It's like watching her roses blossom. 

Don't stop. Make me cum. Make me cum" 

She raises on her elbows then falls as she tries to escape the feeling. My wife holds her in place and her C cups dance with every exhale. 

"Fuuuuuuck... make... me..." 

Her neck arches with her back and her head snaps from side to side. She opens her eyes as if taking in the world for the first time and her eyes settle on mine. With her hands out to her sides digging into the carpet and her body slowly slipping from her control, she stares at me. 

My wife notices the stop in music and feels the stilled body between her lips which seems to have given her actions fuel. My wife starts fucking her crimson rose with her tongue and her head moves from up and down to back and forth. 

I've never been as unsure of my next move as this moment. I've never felt the hammer of my heart strike the back of my throat and seize the muscles in my back. My pulse deceives me into believing that I'm the one guilty of wrong doing by being there. And then... 

...she smiles. 

Her face blossoms like the rose growing on her perfect breast and I watch as a row of white gets hidden in the O of a moan and her eyes close and she leaves me. 

Seconds. 

She cums. 

Seconds past and I stand there because I don't know why my instincts have forsaken me. 

Then her smile returns. 

Her head turns to me and her eyes open a stunning brown. 

She cradles the back of my wife's head and pulls it into her chest guiding my wife's eyes in my direction. 

My erection pulses along with every vessel in my body. 

Crimson rose. Her lips part and her mouth lingers rudely with slanted bright brown eyes trained on the pulse I couldn't control. 

Then my wife reacts in a way I would have never expected. 

She smiles too. "Hi, honey" 

My wife's pretty little fingers curl in the air and calls me the way she called her lover. 

I jump our balcony and enter the room with the musk of sex settling heavily around me. 

I look at them... 

These naked beauties with the glow of love making lingering on their skin. I've never been in such a situation so I don't know what my reaction should be. So I wait. They are still entwined in each other and slowly my wife moves and reaches for my hand. I see her soft nipples lift towards me and I find myself staring between the B's and C's of these women. As if introducing a casual acquaintance, my wife introduces her lover. Her name matches her art. I let my eyes drink the physique that lays beneath my wife. Her body well sculpted, tight with all the defining lines. My wife adjusts her position and lays beside her lover running her fingers along her lover's stomach drawing my attention to the pierced navel and skin piercings just above her vagina. 

My wife has green eyes. Green stares into her lover's brown which stare back. Then they both stare into my black. Something unspoken was just said between them. They communicated with the colour of their irises and then attempt to share that language with me. 

My wife pulls me closer, pulls me beside them. Still unaided by rationality my knees bend and I stoop beside the naked beauties. Still lain on the carpet with her legs open to me, the crimson rose with her intimate body piercings stares at me. I'm lured into a gaze I find hard to break until my wife's hands begin loosening my tie. I'm still in my suit. Just off the tarmac where I left business behind after descending from the clouds, hoping to surprise my wife. The opened thighs in front of me start moving in and out, touching at the knees then separating. 

I swallow but I'm uncertain where it went. 

Fondling my erection is my wife. In my ear are her words, seductive and sincere. "Do you want to taste her?" 

The thighs before me stop moving and eagle in opposite directions. 

My erection is now free, a feat my mind failed to witness. 

I see the thorns spiraled below her hip and I gaze at the rose that sprouts around it. It is so real that I can feel the petals waver beneath my touch. I finally smell the sweat moistened petals of her rose. This is the real thing.



Daddy's Home



It was a normal day for Olivia just like any other. Except that Daddy had left her sleeping in bed when he went off to work. He had woken her up at 4am with a nudge, guiding her hand to his hard cock. She wriggled under the blankets and went straight to work while Daddy attempted to snooze for a few more minutes. Normally she would've have at least seen him to the door for a kiss goodbye, but this morning she was dozing peacefully when he bent over her to kiss her lips, and then her forehead, as he idly stroked her hair.

She couldn't sleep too long because she had things to do and the dogs wouldn't let her sleep once they decided it was time for breakfast. Usually Daddy left her a note with sweet words, and instructions for the day. He usually whispered them to her while they savored their last moments together in bed but he knew she was forgetful and would get distracted.

Part of today's instructions were that she was to do all of her housework naked, with all of the curtains open and blinds up. She rather liked this one but she knew that some of her neighbors did not. She had learned to pretend she didn't see them most of the time, unless of course it was someone who was admiring the view. In that case she would put on a little tease of a show for them, feeling very naughty, which of course made her very wet, and would make Daddy very happy.

Today her only audience was the mailman, who Daddy knew personally. If she happened to see the mailman, she was to stand in the window for him as long as he wished to watch, and only then could she go on about her business. It was horribly embarrassing when she was out somewhere with Daddy and they ran into him. He smiled hungrily at her, and Daddy loved watching her blush and squirm under his gaze.

Today her housework was light so she had planned what she referred to as 'experimental dinner'. It meant it was something she had never had, never made, but looked like something she could accomplish. Olivia was no Betty Crocker, but she made her best effort, and tried to make up for by pleasing Daddy in other ways. Ways she enjoyed much more anyway.

So tonight she was rushing, as usual, to have everything ready all at the same time. That seemed to her to be the most challenging part of cooking. It wasn't that she minded it so much, it was the scheduling that was so complicated. Or maybe she just made it that way. That's what Daddy always said anyway.

So it was almost time for Daddy to be home and she realized she wasn't nearly ready. She saved the insta-dry nail polish for the very last thing, but her hair and makeup were still a mess. She ran upstairs to prepare herself the way he liked, flustered and frantic as she often was. This was the time she was most grateful for no technical greeting requirements. But in that case, she would have most likely skimped a bit on dinner arrangements.

She gasped at the sound of the car door and ran to her place in the hallway, wearing nothing but plain red heels, red lipstick, and barely dry red nail polish. She took a deep calming breath as she lowered herself as gracefully as she could to her knees, holding her hands out for balance, and trying not to make any noise as her knees hit the floor.

Another deep breath as she closed her eyes and began to tremble with anticipation, just as she heard the key in the lock. He almost always paused to give her a moment to collect herself, just in case.

"Hello?" she heard him call, as he always did, even though he knew exactly where he would find her, on days there were no pre-planned rituals.

"I'm here, Daddy," Olivia called out, keeping her eyes cast down, her heart beating faster now. He would know that she was already wet.

She heard his footsteps as he walked towards her, and she could barely keep herself still. She needed so badly to fidget somehow, but she didn't dare.

"Have you been a good girl today, Olivia?" he asked with feigned suspicion.

"Yes Daddy," she responded breathlessly.

He sighed and stepped closer, running his hand thru her hair and she pushed her head against his hand, melting under his touch.

His hand ran across her cheek and lifted her chin, and she looked up at him and smiled, beaming under his attention. 

"Daddy's had a long day, baby," he said, as he started to rub his crotch slowly with his other hand.

Olivia wanted to look, but his hand still held her chin, which meant he expected her eye contact. He smiled knowing how torn she was. 

"Do you want Daddy's cock, Olivia?" he asked, his hand moving slowly up and down, trying to distract her. 

"Yes, Daddy," she responded, too quickly, he would only go slower now. She gripped her legs just slightly, and wiggled her toes to keep herself from looking at the bulge in his pants.

"Do you want Daddy's cock in your mouth, Olivia?" He said, smiling down at her in amusement as her hips started to squirm in spite of her efforts to be still.

"Yes, Daddy," she breathed, her lips starting to quiver, her knees were trembling completely beyond her control.

"Say it." He said. His tone changed now, gone from friendly to stern. She felt a little spasm deep in her belly.

"I want your cock in my mouth, Daddy," she whispered in a pleading little girl voice.

"Beg." He said flatly. This was serious Daddy, and she had to be on her absolute best behavior now. Her body trembled from head to toe. Her lips were wet and swollen, she felt sure she was dripping on the floor, and that he could smell how wet she was. Her eyelids fluttered and threatened to close as her focus softened and she started floating into that place only he could send her.

She took a few shallow breaths trying to calm herself so that she could speak. 

"Daddy, I want your cock in my mouth, please," she begged. "Please put your cock in my mouth, Daddy."

He let go of her chin and ran his hand over her hair again. Now she could watch him slowly unbuckle his belt, and ever so slowly pull it off, holding it in both hands in front of her for a moment.

"Are you sure you've been a good girl today?" He asked again, toying with the belt. "Are you sure you don't need a spanking first?"

She was torn now, she didn't know which was the right answer. But she knew what she wanted right now. If he did find some infraction, her punishment would be worse later than it would be now, but she didn't care at that moment. 

"Please, Daddy, let me have your cock," she pleaded. "I've been a good girl. I have." She was so desperate now she was near tears. Her breathing was so ragged she felt lightheaded, like she might hyperventilate.

Finally he had teased her enough, and he handed her the belt, which she very carefully place on the floor next to her. "For later," he promised, as he began unbuttoning his pants.

"Yes, Daddy," she said solemnly, no longer able to control her fidgeting.

He only got as far as unzipping his pants, and she could see his cock bulging under the fabric of his briefs.

"Suck Daddy's cock, baby," he said, still stroking her hair gently.

She tried to pull his pants down gently and not do anything to hurt him, but she could not get them down fast enough. She rubbed each cheek against his throbbing cock before kissing the tip, and then slowly swirling her tongue around the head as she pulled it into her mouth.

But Daddy had other ideas. As she braced herself against his thighs with her palms, he twirled his hand tightly into her hair and shoved her face forward until her nose was pressed against the flesh of his belly.

She was floating now and completely surrendered to having her mouth fucked by him. He grabbed her head with both hands and forced her mouth along his shaft over and over again as she choked and gagged. As soon as he allowed her a moment to take a breath, he thrust into her mouth and pressed her nose into his flesh, holding her there so that she couldn't breathe, and then repeating it all over again.

He paused for a moment, still clutching her hair.

"Look at me," he commanded. She looked up at him with tear stained eyes, still gasping for breath.

"What is your mouth for?" he demanded angrily, yanking her head back.

"For your cock, Daddy" she sputtered, wanting to wipe her face but knowing it was not permissible.

"For WHAT?" he demanded again, not satisfied with her answer.

"For you to fuck, Daddy," she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks as her emotions flooding out.

"And?" he tugged her hair again to get her attention.

"And for your cum, Daddy." She replied.

"Say it." He hissed.

She closed her eyes and took a breath before looking up at him with complete devotion.

"My mouth is yours Daddy, for you to fuck, and for you to cum in, and for anyone else you want to let use it."

Satisfied with her answer, he loosened his grip on her hair as he pressed her face against his crotch again.

"Suck my balls, baby," he whispered. "Suck my balls."

She grabbed at them eagerly with her lips and tuck, sucking as much into her mouth as she could. She massaged them with her tongue, digging her nails into his thighs as she felt his hand sliding up and down his cock, faster and faster.

Finally, he yanked her head back so it was tilted it back just in front of his cock.

"Open." His one word command was all she needed as she opened her lips and raised her eyes to meet his, and waited to receive his cum as he pumped into her open mouth. When he was finished she gently and lovingly took it in her mouth to suck every last drop of cum and thoroughly lick every inch of his cock with her tongue before sitting back on her knees again.

"Good girl," he said with a smile, brushing his hand over her hair gently as he gazed down at her lovingly. She smiled and blushed, beaming under his attention and the knowledge she had pleased him.

~ to be continued ~



Daddy's Home



I was in the kitchen making dinner, but I kept checking the clock. I knew you'd be home soon and my body was anxiously waiting.

The radio was on, as always, and I was singing along. I was wearing my soft, yellow summer dress, the knee length skirt swishing back and forth as I danced along to the music. I got lost in the song, forgetting the clock for a few minutes as I let the beat reach deep inside to that place where I am free to feel.

The song changed to something faster, a country song but the kind that makes me want to move. I was dancing, of course. That's when I heard you chuckle.

"I wouldn't have thought you could dance like that to a country song," you said with a grin.

I blushed, giggling. I glanced over my shoulder and you were there, leaning against the door frame, your right hand casually rubbing your cock through your jeans. I shivered in response and you laughed.

You starting toward me then, speaking softly, using that certain tone that affects every part of me. "I like the way you move, babygirl. You're so fucking sexy when you think no one is watching. You should always dance like that for me. Only for Daddy."

You were behind me then, so close I could almost feel your touch. Almost. Reaching around me, you turned the burners off and took the spoon I was holding from my hand, setting it aside.

Whispering, your breath warm on my ear, "Do you even know how fucking sexy you are, babygirl? Standing here in that dress, the way it hugs your curves, the skirt just short enough to make my hands shake as I think about sliding it higher so I can see your sexy ass. You know I love it when you wear those heels. The way they define the muscles in your legs, the way they ... mmmmmm ... lift that ass up for me. So fucking sexy, babygirl."

You still hadn't touched me, but my body was on fire.

"Tell me, did you wear this to torture Daddy? Were you hoping to get me hot, babygirl?"

"Yes, Sir," was all I could manage.

"And what is my babygirl hoping for, I wonder. Does she want me to kiss her? To take my time touching and tasting every inch of her beautiful body? Slowly pushing her until she can't hold back ... until she is a quivering mess, cumming hard for Daddy again and again?"

I moaned softly, pushing back against you instinctively, the contact making me tremble. You touched me then, one hand on my waist as you pushed forward so that I could no longer feel you.

"Not yet, my love. I haven't decided if I'm going to give you what you want. I know you want to be cherished. You want your Daddy to love you slowly, to whisper sweet words as I make love to you. But that's not what you crave, is it? No, deep down, my babygirl really wants to be fucked. Hard. Fast. You crave Daddy's cock driving into you, slamming against your sexy ass as I take what's mine."

I sighed, unable to speak as another tremble made it's way down my spine.

"Tell me, babygirl. Do you want to be Daddy's princess? Do you want my kisses? My touch?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Or do you just want Daddy to fuck that sweet little pussy, babygirl?"

"Please."

"Tell me. I can give you what you want or I can give you what you need. Tell me, babygirl. Now."

"I ... I need you to fuck me, Daddy. Please, just fuck me. I can't wait any more."

You chuckled that way you do when I'm being greedy and lifted my skirt, swatting my bare ass once.

"You will cum, babygirl. I promise you that. You will cum on Daddy's fingers, and Daddy's lips. You will cum hard on Daddy's tongue. You'll be cumming again and again, until you are begging for me to fuck you."

You slid your hand over my hip, around to my stomach and lower until your fingertips were between my thighs.

"Fuck, you get so wet, babygirl."

Slipping one finger in slowly, you groaned against my ear as my body tensed and clenched down around you.

"Yes, babygirl, squeeze me. Ahh, fuck. Your pussy is so fucking tight, babygirl. So wet."

You slid your finger all the way out, stroked my already swollen clit, then slid it back in. I shuddered as I started to fall apart. I was going to cum soon and you could tell.

You chuckled again and whispered, "I will touch and taste every inch of my babygirl. But right now ... mmmmmm ... right now I'm going to fuck my pussy until it can't take anymore. Until the feeling of my cock is permanently burned into your flesh."

You pulled your fingers away. I could hear you unfasten your belt, your jeans. The rustle of fabric had me holding my breath. Using both hands to hold my hips, you drove your cock in. All the way in. We both groaned as you slid home, your cock forcing it's way in as my pussy squeezed down around it.

"Mmm, that's my good girl. Fuck, you feel so damn good. I can't get enough of you."

You moaned so softly I could barely hear it as you pulled away, my pussy squeezing down, desperate to hold you even as you were slipping out. I was once again amazed by that feeling, as if it was the first time, when your flesh met mine. The way my pussy grasped at you, needing you. The way it felt as you pulled out all the way to the very tip, my lips dragging against your cock, your warm flesh burning and tickling the sensitive skin just inside.

I expected you to push your way back in quickly. Hard and fast. You didn't. Instead you slipped in slowly, so very slowly, a barely audible groan tickling my senses as you gently pushed your way in.

This certainly wasn't the hours of slow burning foreplay I wanted. You slid back out slowly and then in deep. Slow deep strokes again and again. This wasn't the hard, fast pounding that I craved.

My head was spinning, the sensations overwhelming. I was trembling, still on edge and feeling like I could cum at any moment, but knowing I wouldn't. Not like this. Not yet. You were playing my body perfectly, strumming my pussy in perfect harmony with the rhythm of my need so that I stayed right there, ready to break free at your command.

You leaned in to me then, resting your head on my shoulder, and whispered, "Mine," as you settle into the rhythm that would take us both home. I realized this wasn't what I wanted or craved, but it's what I needed. What we both needed.

I would try to push back against you. To meet your thrusts. To quicken the pace. You'd just chuckle softly, whisper, "You're mine," and keep that maddening rhythm. When you got close, you whispered, "Cum for me, babygirl." I did. You did. You didn't stop, didn't break your stride, just kept driving your cock home again and again until we were both weak. Then you pulled out, smacked my ass hard, and spun me around for a kiss that set my soul on fire.



Daddy's Home



She glanced at her phone and huffed, disappointed she hadn't heard from him all day. He had been gone when she woke up and he had not called on his lunch break or even sent a text throughout the day. She had cleaned the living room, bathroom, washed the dishes, and folded all the laundry in the house to deter her thoughts from him with no avail. After binge watching several episodes of The Big Bang Theory, she fell asleep on the couch wearing his hoodie. 

She was awoken by the sound of a plant falling over, courtesy of her new kitten. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she quickly glanced at her phone and gasped in surprise at the time. He should be walking in the door at any moment and she wasn't even ready. She ran through the living room to her bedroom, snatched her collar from the dresser and clasped it on her neck. Just as she heard keys jingling as he unlocked the door, she threw his hoodie over her head and as it fell on the floor beside the couch, she sank to her knees and lowered her head. 

She never raised her head as he walked into the house. The door opened and she heard Jingles, the kitten, bound towards the door to greet his master. Her mouth tilted up on one side, amused that they were both greeting him in their own way. She heard the rustle of his coat as he removed it and hung it on the coat rack. She heard him as her threw his keys in the bowl on the table near the door and turned towards where she knelt. Even though she felt the weight of his gaze on her kneeling form, she never raised her eyes. He stopped to stand in front of her and wondered whether or not she would look up. "How was your day, baby girl?" he asked. She shrugged her shoulders but didn't voice a reply. 

He glanced around the room noting the fallen plant, the hoodie on the floor, and the tv stuck on the closing credits of The Big Bang Theory before walking around her and through the rest of the house. The living room was spotless other than the plant and the hoodie, the bathroom was cleaned, the bed was made and all clothes were tucked into their drawers. He walked back towards where she knelt and ran his fingers through her hair. She leaned into his touch but never raised her eyes. "Did you have a busy day?" he asked. She nodded her head but didn't voice a reply. He sighed loudly, annoyed at her attitude towards him. He tightened his fingers in her hair and pulled her up to stand on her feet. She grimaced in pain but didn't make a sound as he pulled her towards the bedroom. When he entered the doorway, he pushed her towards the bed. "Hands and knees in the middle of the bed", he ordered and walked out of the room. 

He stepped into the living room and picked up the hoodie off of the floor. He picked up the plant and swept up the potting soil on the floor before catching a glimpse of her phone on the couch. He picked up the iPhone and tapped the home button to see it open on an old conversation between him and her. He sat down on the couch, cradling her phone in his hands, realizing what was wrong with his beautiful girl. He ran his fingers through his hair, completely annoyed with himself for neglecting her. After a few moments, he stood up and made his way back to their bedroom noticing she was in the same position he had left her in. He sat her phone on the nightstand and stood back, admiring her pale skin and willingness to follow his commands. "Kneel", he said gruffly. She turned her head towards him, meeting his eyes for the first time. She didn't question him but she lifted herself onto her knees, facing him and looked down once again. 

"I can't punish you when I am the one who has neglected you", he explained. Her shoulders sagged in relief and he stepped towards her and lifted her face to his. "I'm sorry, baby girl", he whispered and touched his lips to hers. He held her in place with one hand on each side of her face and repeatedly met her lips. Her hands came up and began unbuttoning his shirts and then started to work on his belt buckle. Before she could unfasten his pants, he pushed her backwards until she laid on her back with her legs spread. Her breathing became ragged as his mouth left hers to trail down her neck, chest, and stomach until his breath was hot against her clit. He bit down on her clit, hard enough for her to moan and clutch at his hair and then he began flicking his tongue up and down against her clit. She arched on the bed, clutching at his head, breathing heavily. He slipped a finger inside of her and chuckled against her clit, surprised that her walls were already clenching in preparation of an orgasm. The grip she had on his hair became tighter and she couldn't catch her breath. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy..." she exclaimed breathlessly. He lifted his head long enough to give her permission to orgasm whenever she wanted to. She screamed in ecstasy but he never stopped his torment on her responsive body. After she rode the high of one orgasm, he would chase her into another one. 

She laid on the bed, arms to her sides clenching the sheets, squirming breathlessly while he gently blew gusts of air on her highly responsive clit. She had tears running down her face as a result of the attention he had given her. He pulled himself over her spent body until his eyes met hers. "Am I forgiven?" he asked jokingly while licking her tears. She lifted her head to capture his lips with her. She giggled, enjoying the attention. 

"What if I say no?" she asked in return. He laughed and rolled over, pulling her on top of him.

I guess we'll find out, she thought.



Daddy's Home Ch. 01



Disclaimer: All characters are 18 or older.

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Ch. 01: Welcome Home

Richard Johnson was a patient man. He had to be, bearing a name like his. He was a calm, level-headed man, who generally lived by the rules and made reasonable plans for the future. He was responsible, dependable, and cautious. For two years and three months, he'd been a loving husband, and for the seventeen years since then, he'd been a good, loving father to his daughter. That's not to say he was an average sort of man. He'd lived a very unusual life. He'd always been a bit of a jock, and played tackle on the football team in his school. When he was eighteen, he'd married his high school sweetheart. Unfortunately, he hadn't been impressive enough to merit a scholarship like some of his teammates, but he soon landed in his feet in an unexpected profession. Professional wrestling. Initially he was part-time, wrestling at a local gym for a cut of the tickets while he went to college. But when his wife passed, he'd left school and thrown himself into his work to make the money he needed. Over the next eight years, he'd risen up to the national stage under the persona of 'Tombstone'. The costume was a bit embarrassing, a weird combination of KISS's costume style and Lobo's personality, with a dash of Hulk Hogan for good measure. While his co-workers spent their fortunes on large houses and extravagance, he invested and saved his money. In his eighth year, he suffered an injury to his knee, and had to retire. Since then he'd spent his time at home living with his daughter, occasionally going off for a few days at a time to do commercials or the occasional movie appearance.

For a man of 36, he was in great shape. He had to be to fit into the costume. He stood 6'4", with broad, powerful shoulders, muscular arms, and sharply-defined abs. He had short black hair that he spiked up when in costume, sharp blue eyes, and a handsome face with a square, clean-shaven jaw. He had a fake moustache to wear in costume, he got recognized too often if he just let it grow. At the moment his muscular figure was wrapped up in business casual, a white, collared shirt that bulged around his muscles, black slacks, and worst of all, a tie. He hated ties. Currently he was driving back home in his favorite car, a cherry red muscle car with a very satisfying roar when he pushed down the gas. He only allowed himself to drive it when he was doing appearances. He cranked the wheel right and turned onto his street, casting his gaze toward his home. It wasn't a huge house, but it was more than big enough for just him and his daughter. Two stories, four bedrooms, a large kitchen, a finished basement with a home theater and a full gym, an in-ground pool and a hot tub in the back, and a two-car garage. And best of all, the place was paid for in full, no more mortgage to worry about.

Normally, the sight of his home after three days away was a welcome sight. But recently, his returns from these appearances filled him with a feeling of a dread. In the last few months, he had been struggling to deal with a fact that was becoming more and more obvious by the day. He daughter was hot. Incredibly hot. The realization had come on quite suddenly, and he was wrestling with the guilt it caused him. He'd been a good father for the first seventeen years, but in the months since her 18th birthday, he suddenly couldn't stop noticing her incredible body. Each time he came back she was more mature, more beautiful. The temptation to act on these observations was eating him alive, but he knew he had to resist it, to fight it back and ignore it. He knew what he was thinking was wrong on so many levels, and so he fought it tooth and nail, struggling to hold on to a pure relationship with his little girl.

As he pulled into the garage and it closed behind him he gave a small sigh. Reaching up he hooked a finger into his tie and pulled it down, loosening the business noose as he climbed out of the car and made his way inside. "I'm home!" He called out to the house as he pulled the tie completely off, tossing it over a shoulder as he started to unbutton his shirt. He soon had it open, revealing his powerful pecs and the white sleeveless shirt he wore underneath it. He rolled it off his shoulders, revealing powerful shoulders and thick biceps, slabs of muscle big enough to fit a softball inside. He tossed the shirt over the back of his chair as he undid his belt and shed his shoes and slacks, leaving him in only his boxers and tee. "Samantha?" He called out, curiously.

Listening carefully he could hear her talking to someone on the phone in her room. He couldn't hear much but he did hear her giggle and scold her friend. Probably Anna, that girl had a raunchy sense of humor. He heard her start moving again and she came out of her room and ran down the stairs. "Daddy!" She called out with a wide grin. For a moment, he saw her as his little ten-year-old girl again, running down those same stairs with the same grin on Christmas morning. But the illusion only drove the point home of just how much she had changed. Her long, black, wavy hair had been straightened into silky, straight tresses. She was wearing black lipstick on her plump, soft lips, which made them shimmer in the light. She was wearing some sort of half-length black and purple corset that made her eye-popping breasts into mind-boggling tits, an ocean of creamy, pale cleavage, but still exposed her smooth, lightly toned stomach, including her bellybutton ring with a soft purple stone dangling from it. She was wearing a black-and-purple miniskirt that barely counted as a belt in his opinion, which did practically nothing to obscure her flared hips and positively juicy ass. There had to be a thong in there somewhere, he reasoned to himself, though he saw no sign of it. And to top it off she was wearing thigh-high black-and-purple striped stockings, forearm-high black and purple striped fingerless gloves, and a pair of knee-high black buckled leather platform plus heel boots, the classic sexy goth boot.

She ran to him and threw herself on him, flattening her titanic tits against his broad, powerful chest and throwing her arms around his neck, nuzzling affectionately. "Daddy! I'm so glad you got home on time! I didn't want to head out before you got back." She cooed. He returned the embrace, trying very carefully to avoid putting his hands anywhere particularly erotic, but with a body like hers it was a challenge.

"Aww, I missed you too, baby. Where are you headed?" He asked, trying to pull away from the hug a bit. She let him step back, but kept her fingers woven together behind his neck, not letting him go yet. This only made the problem worse, as while she looked up into his face, he looked down directly into that inescapable valley of cleavage.

"I'm going to a party at Anna's. It's a goth theme and I wanna look good." She smirked, finally letting him go. She took a step back and give a twirl , showing her outfit off. The turn raised the skirt high enough to show off more than half her ass, which looked even more amazing than usual thanks to those boots. He bit down on his complaints, keeping his instinctual protective urges in check. It's just how the girls are dressing these days, he told himself, fighting her over it will just make her more determined, and then she's gonna go to the party looking to misbehave.

He forced his mouth into a smile. "You look great, baby. Very 'goth'." he commented, throwing her a thumbs up for good measure. "I'm probably just gonna stay in, drink a beer and watch some TV." He replied, gesturing his thumb toward the kitchen.

She smiled at that. "Really? Sound like a crazy night, daddy. You need to have more fun!" she chuckled rolling her eyes. "But I know you wanna relax after your trip. Go sit down, I'll grab your beer for you." she said, shooing him toward the couch and taking off toward the kitchen. 

"Don't you have to leave for your party?" He asked, glancing back over his shoulder. He couldn't help but watch her sexy rear as she walked away, before shaking his head and scolding himself. Eying your own daughter like a piece of meat. You should be ashamed. He growled at himself. Still... the little devil in him whispered, She does look amazing all tarted up... 

"Um... I should be fine for a while. It's not for another.. half hour." She called back from the kitchen.

"Alright, then." He replied and reached for the remote. He flicked on the TV and tried to silence his inner monologue with a comedian's outer monologue. The man on the TV paced back and forth on stage, angrily ranting about race, though Rich couldn't figure out where it started from.

There was the familiar thump of the fridge door closing behind him, and a few seconds later the couch shook wildly as his little girl hopped the back and landed on the seat next to him with an impish grin. He glanced over at her and noted she wasn't holding anything. He turned to her with an arched eyebrow. "Did you lose something?" He asked with a touch of humor.

She giggled. "No, daddy, I got it right here!" she said, and turned her upper body toward him, leaning forward a bit. His eyes, following the motion, fell upon a bottle cap barely emerging from the valley of her cleavage. "See, daddy? And it comes with your own personal cup holder!" She chuckled.

The forces of desire and will clashed intensely in his mind at that moment, his eyes riveted on that little gleaming bottle cap in the middle of all that smooth, creamy flesh. He swallowed, then spoke, his voice with a barely perceptible waver to it. "Very funny, Sam, just... hand me the beer." He told her, trying to sound like he wasn't imagining the feel of those soft, pillowy mounds.

She smirked again and put a hand on his shoulder, throwing her leg around wide and settling in to straddle his lap, her eyes locked on his, her creamy cleavage rapidly consuming all of his attention. "Come on, daddy, it's all yours. All you gotta do is reach out and take it." She said, her voice suddenly less light and more sultry.

He swallowed again. He felt a shift in his boxers, a monster awakening. He looked from the bottle cap to his daughter's eyes, then back again. He knew what the right choice was, all he had to do was get away. Hell, just looking away would be a good step. But he found he wasn't in control anymore. He saw his hand slowly rising up, coming closer and closer to those forbidden fruit, commanded by an unholy desire. He fought to stop it in his mind, but it was beyond his control. The hand tried to get hold of the bottlecap with two fingers, narrowly avoiding contact with her young tits. But they couldn't grip it, they shook too badly. Still on autopilot, His hand delved deeper, feeling for the first time the incredible softness, smoothness of her massive mammaries as they contrasted sharply with the cold, hard glass of the bottle. His fingers wrapped around the slender bottleneck and pulled, slowly extracting it from the soft flesh. It had been almost completely swallowed by her chest, lost in the valley of flesh. As it cleared the grasp of his daughter's mounds, he couldn't help but notice how the condensation made her cleavage glisten softly in the light.

His eyes never left that cleavage as she softly swayed her shoulders, making her tits shake alluringly. He popped the top of the beer and took a long, deep drink, unable to look away from the hypnotic sight. Before he knew it, the bottle was drained. He looked to it, the trance broken, then looked back to his daughter's face. She smiled again. "Go ahead daddy. Put it back in. Use me." She offered her voice soft and pleading. Her hands went up to beneath her tits to lift them to even greater prominence. His hand once again went on autopilot, raising the empty bottle to her cleavage and slowly pushing it forward, the bottle getting consumed by the smooth, creamy flesh, effortlessly. She let out a small gasp. "It's cold, daddy..." She muttered softly.

He let out an involuntary groan as something hot and rapidly growing reached her rear from below. She giggled. "Is that for me, daddy?" She asked coyly, wiggling her hips against the bulge rising from below.

He groaned again and shook his head weakly. "Sam, this is wrong, it's so wrong... we can't..." He struggled to object, but his willpower was abandoning him as his lower head began to take control. 

She put a finger to his lips and shushed him. "It's okay, daddy. I want this." She whispered and leaned in to kiss him. He struggled for half a second before his willpower broke. An observer might even be able to see the moment his body relaxed into the kiss. His arms went forward and wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her body against his tightly, her tits crushed against his mighty chest as he kissed her back, not the way a father kisses a daughter, but the way lovers kiss. Her tongue drove forward, parting her black-painted lips and slipping into his mouth, and he could only reciprocate. Their tongues swirled and danced together in a hot, passionate kiss. His free hand roamed south, flipping up her skirt and finally seizing a handful of that bouncy, delicious ass that had taunted him for so very long. His little girl moaned into his mouth, and he felt his last fragments of self-control evaporating.

The beastly bulge down below grew larger and larger as his arousal did, now straining against the fabric of his boxers, threatening to tear them off entirely. "Oh, god, Sam!" He groaned out as he finally broke the kiss, fingers digging into her pliable ass as he kneaded her bountiful booty. She smiled and rolled her hips, grinding her snatch over his straining monster. He felt the heat and wetness of her sex on his boxers and realized she wasn't actually wearing anything under that tiny little skirt. His grip on her rear tightened a bit more as his cock surged once again. 

"Oh, daddy, it feels so big!" she moaned, breathlessly, still grinding her bare pussy over his meaty member, the thin fabric of his boxers the only thing separating the two of them from committing the act at this very moment. "Daddy, I need it! I need to feel that giant cock in me! Make me your slut, your little whore!" She half-moaned and half begged, one hand going up to squeeze her own incredible tits through her corset top.

In that utterance, she changed the nature of the game. Something woke inside him, a dark, dominant force in the back of his mind that swiftly took over control. He reached for the back of her head, and wove his fingers into her hair, his powerful arm pulling her forward into another kiss. But this was not sweet and tender as the other one, this was a master's kiss, his lips dominating hers as his tongue assaulted her mouth ferociously. She moaned again into the kiss, her own tongue surrendering to his command. When he pulled away after a long moment, her soft black lips tingled from the force of the kiss. The hand on her ass lifted up and came down hard, striking her rear with a stinging swat, a sensation she hadn't felt in many years, a spanking. Her eyes widened and she let out a startled gasp. As the hand pulled away, already her pale ass bore a reddened handprint. 

"So, my slutty little girl wants to be her daddy's whore, huh? You think you just deserve a taste of the cock that made you, hmm? You're gonna have to earn it." He half-growled, half-teased, his hand still holding her by the hair. He used that handhold to guide her off his lap and to her knees on the floor as he stood over her, his meaty weapon straining against his boxers just inches from her face. "Show me how bad you want it. Worship your daddy's dick." He ordered her.

She shivered with anticipation. This was everything she'd imagined it to be and more. Her pussy was dripping between her thighs, begging for attention but she ignored it, her mind consumed by the monster just barely concealed from her. Reaching up to the hem of his boxers, she began to pull them down, the tip of her little pink tongue sweeping over her black-painted lips.

The first thing revealed was the monster's root, surrounded by his pubes. It was beyond her every expectation, it looked to be six inches across. Inch by inch she pulled the boxers further down, revealing more and more of her father's fearsome phallus. Looking past the monster for a moment she could see a pair of monstrous balls, each meaty orb the size of an apple and from the looks of them practically sloshing with oceans of daddycum for her. As the boxers went further and further down toward his knees, she began to wonder if the thing ever came to an end. That was when the head slipped free and the monster sprung up, rushing past her face before falling back down to land on her forehead, hot and heavy. The cock before her put any other cock, even those from porn, to shame. As big around as a two-liter bottle, but even longer than one, the beast was a foot and a half long, capped with a flared, helmet-shaped cockhead, swollen and reddish-purple with his desire. Thick, pulsing veins traces it's length, throbbing as they fed blood to nourish the titan.

She nearly came at the sight of it. She'd known he was big ever since she caught him jerking off three years ago. She'd attempted to prepare herself with dildos and veggies, training her holes to take bigger and bigger penetrations. But his monster dwarfed even her biggest dildo, and it pulsed with angry desire. "Holy shit! Oh my god, daddy, it's so huge!" She moaned out, reaching out to touch it, half-hesitantly. Her delicate fingers with their tiny black fingernails looked miniscule against its size. Encircling it, her hand couldn't quite make it halfway around the monster, it was just too thick. She swallowed nervously as she began to stroke the titan slowly, feeling it's hardness and heat as it pulsed against her palm. "Daddy, I practiced enough to swallow a beer bottle into my throat, but you're just too big! You're gonna break my jaw!" She objected, her voice a little weak. 

He chuckled and sat back onto the couch, his monolithic member jutting straight up before her, a monument of manliness that thrilled her to the core. "Well, you'd better start stretching, my little slut, because until you swallow every last inch you're not going anywhere." he grinned wickedly.

She whimpered her objection, but she could tell he was serious. Reaching up under her arm, she tugged down a hidden zipper on her corset top until it disconnected entirely. She held it in place for a moment as she pulled it loose, the pressure flattening her tits on her chest, making them look even bigger and juicier. But when she cast it aside, the tits that greeted his eyes were beyond compare. Each massive mound was the size of his head, and they defied gravity, firm and high on her chest, effortlessly hovering in front of her impossibly. Smooth, flawless skin, mountainous peaks capped by soft pink nipples, the hard little buds about the size of the tips of her pinkie fingers, and accessorized by a pair of little silver barbells that gleamed alluringly.

She crossed her arms under her mounds, raising them up to greater prominence as she smiled up at him. "Do you like them, daddy? I know you like big titties, I've seen you staring at them sometimes. Mine aren't as big as Anna's, but they're pretty big, huh?" she smiled, leaning forward to wrap her monstrous mounds around his mammoth meatstick. Even enormous as they were, they only covered little more than half of his megacock, the remaining veiny length mere inches from her glossy black-painted lips. 

He let out a long groan, the feeling of softness surrounding his shaft. "Oh, baby, your tits are fucking amazing." He commented with a smirk. "I'm more curious about are these, though." he added, grinning wickedly as he reached down and tugged on the silver piercings, tweaking them between thumb and forefinger.




Daddy's Home Ch. 01



She moaned softly at that. "I hope you're not mad at me, daddy, Anna talked me into them a couple months ago." She explained, sounding very apologetic.

He grinned. "I think they're sexy as hell. Make you look like a naughty little slut." He added, giving her sensitive nipples another teasing tug, provoking another moan from the teen whore on her knees before him.

She knew what she was to do next, but as she crossed her eyes to focus on the fat head in front of her, she couldn't help but feel nervous. She was afraid of the monster before her, but drawn to it, helplessly, like a moth to a flame. Her lips puckered softly as she came close and delivered a warm, tender kiss to the tip of her daddy's cock. She gave a soft moan at the taste of his salty precum, the taste of her daddy, echoed by his groan at the feeling of her plump, perfect black lips making contact with his cock. She pushed them against it for a moment before pulling back, leaving a little black kiss mark on the flared head. She glanced up at his face shyly before once more kissing his flared helmet. This time her lips parted, her tongue flicking over his sensitive head as she pushed further forward, her lips stretching widely around the flared head. Soon she reached her limit, just barely unable to fit the flared ridge of his knob into her mouth. She groaned in frustration and pulled back, looking up at her daddy. "Daddy, it won't fit... I need help." She whined softly, her eyes begging his help.

He nodded solemnly and reached up, once more coiling his fingers into her silky black tresses and cupping the back of her head in his palm. As she once more leaned forward to stretch her lips around his member, his powerful arm flexed, forcing her down past the knob until her stretched lips surrounded the shaft, the entire head disappearing into her mouth. She whimpered, eyes watering a bit as his hand came off her head, but she endured, and she went to work, bobbing her head. She barely moved at first, but soon she became more and more bold, and really began the long journey to swallow every inch of her daddy's cock. An inch back, two forward, slowly but surely she began to take more and more into her tight throat. She'd learned to suppress her gag reflex well, but the sheer size of her daddy's dick made the journey a struggle, her throat swallowing involuntarily, milking his flared head. At the halfway mark, she had to pull back to breathe again, eyes once again watering with the strain, but she was determined to make it. She plunged down again, his massive member stretching her throat as she forced her head forward. Meanwhile her father groaned and gasped at the pleasure of her oral assault. It had been ages since any woman had last been able to swallow his cock, and the sensation was incredible.

She had to shift as she passed the halfway point, pulling her breasts off his cock as she continued to push down further and further with each push, only having to pull back to breathe before returning to her task. All in all, it took her ten minutes of sucking and effort to finally press her nose against his hips, his massive, cum-filled balls on her chin. She looked up at her daddy with watery eyes but a look of triumph and lust in them. She went to pull back again, but found his hand once more returned to the back of her head, holding her down on his thick shaft. He let out a long groan, and suddenly she realized what was coming, her eyes going wide. The apple-sized seed tanks pulled up tight against her chin while he began to cum. His shaft bucked and jumped, seated deep in her throat. Stretched at her throat was, she could feel the thick tube along the bottom swell as the bulge forced its way along the length of the shaft to fire from the swollen head like a cannon, dumping his thick seed directly into her throat. She let out a strangled moan around his shaft, the sensation of her daddy cumming in her throat nearly enough to make her cum. Slowly as he came he pulled her back, each new blast of seed coating her throat with his essence. Finally she pulled back to the point that just the head was still in her mouth. The massive cock fired another shot, drowning her mouth in the taste of his hot, creamy seed. She struggled desperately to swallow what he offered, but it was just too much for her. As the next blast came, it burst forth from the corners of her mouth, and still she struggled to gulp it down fast enough. But as the next spurt fired, it was just too much, and it slipped from her mouth, splattering great blasts of hot white spunk all over her face and tits. The deluge continued for what felt like ages until finally it tapered off, her face nearly obscured beneath a messy mask of creamy cum. He took a moment to milk the last few drops from his length onto her outstretched tongue, which she eagerly accepted, lapping it up. 

She wiped the thick spunk from her eyes and licked her fingers with a wicked grin. "Daddy, you taste delicious. Did I do good?" She asked, coyly as she looked up at him.

He looked down at his cock, specifically at the ring of black lipstick she'd left around the very base of his mighty rod, and grinned. "You did great, baby girl." He said, then looked back to his messy little girl as licked and sucked one hard nipple clean of his load. He pulled off his undershirt and offered it to her with a chuckle. "Let's get you cleaned up." He said, using the cloth as a towel. When the task was complete he smirked at the sight, her makeup was all smeared, smudged, running, and generally ruined. "Looks like we're gonna need more than a shirt, huh?" He shook his head with a grin as his little girl pouted.

He held out a hand and helped her to her feet with a soft smirk. "Alright, you head upstairs and get your makeup all taken care of, I'll clean up down here and meet you up there." He said.

"Yes, daddy~" She commented, rolling her eyes at the way he sounded like regular old dad again. Then her eyes widened as she felt a sharp sting on her butt. Looking back, he grinned, straightening back up after the swat. "Double time, ya little slut!" He chided, and she hopped into movement with a giggle. "My bedroom, ten minutes! And keep the boots on!" He called after her with a smirk, then turned and went to work cleaning up.



Daddy's Home Ch. 02



Disclaimer: All characters are 18 or older.

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Ch. 02: First Time

Ten minutes has never felt so long for anyone else in the world. It had only taken a minute for Rich to get everything cleaned up downstairs, and then he'd headed upstairs. And that's when he'd started to wait. For the first minute or so, he lay on the bed, eagerly anticipating what was going to happen next. Then he began to doubt, and once he began, it ran around in his head, getting worse and worse. Was this really the way a father should be acting? She said she wanted it, but did she really know what she wanted? She was only a teenager, after all. Was this taking advantage of her? Was he a good father? Would a good father force his little girl to suck him off and swallow every inch of his shaft? What if he'd scared her off by being that rough? What if she regretted everything now? What if she was sneaking out the bathroom window right now to run away? Or to report him to the police? Or child services? What if she was running through the streets half-naked and screaming rape? As his paranoia grew, he began to pace around the bed, running a hand through his hair, struggling with these moral questions.

A glance toward the door suddenly cleared his mind of his worries. There, in the doorframe, was a boot. A black leather platform boot, with gleaming silver buckles all the way up to the knee, and an extra-tall slutty heel. Emerging from the boot was a black-and purple striped stocking that went about halfway up the thigh of a very shapely, pale leg. The source of the leg was hidden by doorframe, a luring sight as the toe slowly dragged across the floor, almost beckoning with the movement. He felt a fresh rush of blood returning to his flagging hard-on, swiftly bringing it back to its former glory.

The leg planted the toe of the boot on the carpet, then pivoted, swinging into view his incredibly hot gothed-up daughter. She'd apparently taken a bit of extra time to redo all her makeup, her lipstick once more glossy and perfect, dark and sexy. Her eyes were once more dark and smoky, black fading expertly into purple accents around the edges. She was also still wearing those black-and-purple striped full-arm fingerless gloves. She was sideways to him, pressing her body against the doorframe like it was a stripper pole, a sly, sexy smirk on those dark, pouty lips.

"Oh, Daddy~" She half-moaned seductively, as she bent, sliding her upper body down the doorframe, pushing her incredible ass up and out. His cock throbbed notably with appreciation of the lovely display. She pivoted on her toe again, now with her back against the frame, her perfect pink-tipped peaks thrust forward by the arch of her spine to tremendous effect, one arm up clinging to the doorframe, the other placing a black-nailed fingertip on her lower lip, her eyes on her father with a look of guilt.

"Daddy, I've been a bad girl, seducing an older man... I think I need to be... punished..." She purred lustily, rocking her hips suggestively.

He pushed forward, swiftly crossing the distance between them in long, forceful strides. She braced herself for him to take her, to conquer her nubile teen body, but he stopped just short, a few inches from her. His hand came up, gently cradling her chin and lifting her eyes to his. He smiled softly as he leaned in, and kissed her. His hard body loomed over her as their lips met. Even with six inches of platform and heel, he was still a good three or four inches taller than her. The kiss was less frenzied than the ones downstairs, slower, more tender, but every bit as dominant and consuming. She felt her soft figure molding itself against his iron-hard frame, her breasts flattened on his broad chest, their skin tingling with the warmth of their bodies meeting. His iron-hard cock, the cock that made her nearly eighteen years ago, was hot and pulsing against her smooth stomach. Her knees shook slightly under the commanding kiss, his dominant presence.

When he broke the kiss she could only stare up at him with a mixture of awe, lust, and love. He smiled, a warm, loving grin, then began to speak. "Sam. I want you to know that no matter what happens between us, I will always, always love you with all of my heart. You're my little angel, my baby, and I will never do anything to hurt you." He half-whispered, his words completely sincere. "What we've done tonight has been amazing, and I would love for it to continue. But before anything happens, I want to make sure you know that if you ever want me to stop, all you have to do is tell me and I will. If you ever feel like... like this whole thing was a mistake, that you want to just be my daughter again, you tell me, and it'll be like none of this ever happened." He told her, his eyes on hers the entire time.

His presence looming over her, his kindness, and the gentle warmth he exuded made her feel like she was his little baby girl again, safe and happy in his embrace. For a moment, she was speechless. This wasn't exactly how she'd expected him to respond to her little show, but... She swallowed, hesitating for just a moment, then began to speak. "Daddy, I... I love you. I've loved you ever since I was a little girl, as much as a girl can love her daddy. You were... you were the very best daddy in the world to me, you were perfect, even when you were still working all the time." She smiled, up at him, eyes watering s little. "For a long time, I just loved you like a daughter. But... then, I started having... extra feelings. Feelings a daughter shouldn't have about her daddy. I was confused and the thoughts made me feel so guilty... I know exactly how you felt before tonight, because I felt it for years. When I first caught a glimpse of you jerking off... I'd never seen anything like it, and that night I had my first orgasm thinking about it. That only made things worse." 

She told her story with all the honesty he had given her. "I thought that, I don't know, that I should leave, or something, but then I started talking to some people online. I learned about other girls who felt about their fathers the way I felt about you. Sometimes we talked, sometimes I just read what they posted. After a while, I began to see it doesn't always have to be a bad thing. Some of my friends began to talk about how sexy you were and I realized what I was feeling was just natural. You've always been the most attractive man in my life, daddy, the biggest, the strongest, the most loving and kind... I've been dreaming about becoming your lover, about tonight. I want this more than I've ever wanted anything in my entire life. You don't have to worry about me. I want this, I want tonight to happen, and I couldn't imagine giving my first time to anyone other than my daddy." She finished, her eyes a little watery by the end of her tale.

He smiled softly and leaned forward again, gently placing a tender peck on her forehead, the way he always did when he was proud of her. His hand left her chin, wiping gently at the corners of her eyes. Suddenly he moved, bending his knees and reaching out, scooping her up into a bridal carry quite suddenly. She let out a surprised yelp at the suddenness of the action, but he just smiled down at her. "Every girl should feel like a princess for her first time." he commented as he effortlessly bore her across the room to his bed. She smiled, one hand coming up to rest on his powerful chest over his heart, feeling his pulse. 

He gently lay her down on the silky sheets and kissed her again as he climbed on top of her, his strong frame supported by one forearm, her gravity-defying tits large enough to be crushed into his chest despite the gap between their bodies. Her father's massive member rested heavily her stomach, nearly reaching her tits, illustrating quite vividly for the girl just how deep he would fill her when he was all the way inside. Completely dominated by his huge frame and his iron-hard body, she reached her hands up to hold the titanic pussy-pummeled, still unable to fully encircle the thickness. It pulsed and she let out a moaned whimper.

"God, daddy. It's just so BIG. It's going to split me in two..." She half-whispered, but despite her objections her voice had a touch of excitement at the prospect. "I practiced with all kinds of dildos, but this is just... GOD, daddy." She said, looking up to her father's face with desire. "I need it, daddy, I need you to make me a woman." she pleaded, her knees spreading further apart, her heavy goth boots sinking into the mattress on either side of them.

He nodded and slowly crawled down her body, his red-hot cockhead leaving a trail of clear, sticky precum wherever it passed, a glimmering trail along his daughter's stomach. His lips left a soft trail of kisses down her neck, her collar and on the upper slopes of her breasts. The movement cause her hard, sensitive nipples to drag over his chest, prompting another soft moan from the little sex kitten. Soon the bulbous, angry knob was poised right at the entrance to her dripping pussy, her delicate flower blooming with her desire. His body braced as his abs flexed, pushing the bestial shaft forward, invading her untouched entrance. Her lips parted, then spread, the stretched, the fearsome helmeted head opening her wider than she had even been before. Her eyes were wide, her mouth hanging open at the sensation, the sheer size of her daddy's dick, and the fact that it was the cock she came from, came together into a rush of pleasure, plain, fear, and longing that left her unable to speak. Her arms wrapped around her daddy's broad shoulders as his muscular frame continued to push, driving toward the singular goal of penetrating his daughter. As the last of the head pushed past her lips there was a sudden rush, and the first three inches of daddy dick drove into her suddenly. Her silence broke and she let out a cry of pleasure and pain, feeling her daddy claiming her pussy for himself forever. Her fingers curled involuntarily, raking those black nails across his shoulders to leave narrow, reddened claw marks.

He froze there as her snatch gripped and spasmed around the enormous intruder, fighting to repel the invading cock. The tightness was incredible, and he couldn't help but let out a groan of his own. Leaning down, he whispered softly. "Congratulations, baby." 

She smiled, whispering back "Thank you, daddy. I'm a woman now. I'm your woman, daddy." The two lingered there for a long moment, frozen in an instant of immoral pleasure, before she began to softly rock her hips down onto his meaty shaft. "God, daddy... It's really inside me. It's so damn huge... You're gonna split me in half with this monster. It hurts a little, but... god it's so amazing! I want all of it. Please, daddy, put it all the way in me, I want to feel every inch of your giant fucking cock!" She begged. 

He grinned a wicked smile at that, and gave his hips a sharp buck, forcing another inch into her tight pussy, provoking a gasp from his little girl "Think you can handle it all?" He teased.

Soon he was fucking her properly, short, rapid strokes, each push forcing the mighty cock deeper and deeper into her recently-virgin pussy. Each stroke prompted fresh moans from his little girl, her massive breasts wobbling up and down as he sawed his titanic cock into her, the hard piercings in her nipples dragging lines on his powerful pecs. As he passed the halfway point she glanced down through the valley of her wobbling tits, her eyes wide at the sight of his titan disappearing into her. Seeing how much of it was still left to take was too much for her to handle. "Da-deeee, I'm CUMMMIIIING!" She screamed, her body seizing up as her body spasmed through the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had, her cunt walls hungrily milking at his mighty shaft as he drove ever deeper into her. He didn't even pause as she came and came beneath him, possessed by his goal of hilting himself in his daughter. Her fingernails once more drew across his muscular back, leaving reddened trails behind as they raked over skin. Waves of mind-shattering pleasure washed over her, leaving her helpless against her daddy's overwhelming cock. Each new stroke made her orgasm linger on, stretching it out until she felt she might lose her mind.

As the climax finally faded after what seemed like an eternity, there was a distinct bump deep inside her. He let out a groan as he realized what he was hitting, the very idea so wrong, so forbidden, that it was all he could think of. He managed to muster up enough control to hold himself in check while he asked her a very important question. "Sam? Are you on any kind of birth control? Because... God baby, I'm in you up to the womb. If I go any further you're gonna end up pregnant." He warned, looking to her for a decision he could not make on his own.

She panted, still winded from her powerful climax. "I... I'm not daddy!" She moaned, and he suddenly felt those tall, sexy boots wrapping around his waist, holding him in desperately. "But I need it all! I need to feel you fucking my fertile womb, daddy! I want to be daddy's baby breeding slut!" She moaned out loudly. "Please, daddy, claim my womb with your cum! Impregnate me!"

Her words echoed over and over in his mind, driving him on. No longer able to hold back, he pulled back and hammered forward again, the flared head dragging at her sensitive innermost walls, then slamming deep into her, battering at the wall of her womanly core, a fearsome invader at the temple gate. He was using deep, powerful strokes, pulling out almost half his cock with each stroke before driving it home again. Below him, his daughter writhed in pleasure, voice lost to its intensity. Orgasms were coming with almost every other stroke, each on the heel on another, faster and faster until she could hardly tell where one ended and the next began. Her tunnel gripped, squeezed, milked and sucked at his meaty shaft while he fucked her. When she found her voice again all she could utter was a mindless chant of "Daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy DADDEEEEEE!" Her voice peaked to a squeal as she felt her barrier fall and her father's massive cock invade her womb, filling it entirely with his meaty shaft. His hips finally met hers, every last inch of daddy's cock now seated inside her, his apple-sized balls heavy and hot on her ass.

He let out a long, low groan as he held himself inside her. Her still-spasming walls had been almost too much and now the mouth of her womb gripped his shaft like a vice, just behind the flared cockhead. He bucked his hips, making the rim of his cockhead pop out and back in to her hungry womb. The sensation was incredible. He did it again, and a third time, and then he felt it coming. He ground his hips forward, his pelvis grinding into her clit as his massive balls began to tighten. "Oh, Sam, here it comes, I'm cumming, I'm cumming in your womb, god, take it all!" Was all the warning he could babble as he began to cum. His shaft jerked once, twice inside her, then the third time it fired. A blast of molten manhood, hot and thick and so very much of it, flooding her fertile valley, her sacred core. Each blast struck the back of her womb like a fire hose and she was speechless to the intense pleasure that rocked her mind. She clung to him, every muscle tight as she rode the waves of pleasuring echoing out from her rapidly-filling womb. Her clenching hole gripped so tight, and his monster was just so big, that not a drop could escape around it's enormous girth. Each new shot stuffed her womb beyond capacity until it began to stretch and bulge, her smooth, flat belly swelling out bit by bit until finally his climax was over.

When he was finished she collapsed back to the bed beneath him, panting heavily, her body coated in a glistening sheen of sweat. Tired as she was, she took a moment to lift her arms over her head, displaying the body he'd created, for his pleasure. Her breasts heaved with her heavy breathing, wobbling softly at each end of their movements. Her belly swelled with the sheer volume of his spunk, making her look like she'd already been knocked up for a month or two, the gentle swell of a baby bump. He lifted himself up, kneeling now, their bodies still intimately connected at the hips, neither wanting to let the other go just yet. His own body glistened with sweat as well, a shimmering coat that made his every rippling muscle pop out. As he looked down at her he couldn't help but imagine that she really was pregnant, what that would look like. He could see her belly swelling further and further with the gift of life, her already massive breasts growing larger still as they filled with sweet milk.

"God you look beautiful." He panted with a warm, satisfied smile, leaning forward once again. 

"Daddy, I feel so full of you..." She whispered softly. "It's so warm... I just know I'm pregnant already." She smiled.

He chuckled, and leaned down to plant a tender kiss on her lips. Their lips met and their tongues entwined, as lovers, soft and loving as they lay together. Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled the two of them, never breaking the kiss, never unplugging her overstuffed womb, until her soft figure rested on top of his rock-hard frame. "I want to keep you stuffed with cum until we're absolutely sure. You know, I always wanted lots of kids." He grinned softly as he looked to his little girl.

She smiled a mischievous smirk and nipped at his lower lip as she pushed up off his body, hands on his broad, powerful pecs. "You just lay back, daddy, and let your little slut do all the work." She purred lustily. Seems she wasn't satisfied with just one load of creamy daddycum, she wanted more. Her position made her breasts hang pendulously, swaying to and fro with each tiny movement she made, silver nipple studs tracing erratic circles. She was still a bit weak from her powerful orgasm, but she had strength enough to start to rock her hips, swaying them in circles as she lifted a few inches up his massive rod before dropping back down, her juicy rear jiggling with each movement. She bit her lip around a moan of pleasure as she felt his cock moving deep inside her once again.

Grinning, Rich reached up and back, crossing his hands behind his head as his little girl began to ride his massive member. "Mmm, that is an incredible view, baby. You're such a hot little whore for daddy." He grinned as she rode him, his smile faltering into a mask of pleasure once in a while as she moved in a particularly stimulating way.

She bit her black, glossy lip again as she rode him a little harder, his thick shaft stimulating every nerve in her pussy at once. She could hardly believe how good it felt to be stretched out by her daddy. Her more wild movements made her overstuffed womb wobble and sway with the momentum, which only added a strange new pleasure to the erotic sensations echoing out from her well-fucked pussy. "Mmm, thank you, daddy! I'm so glad you made me your little whore. Your cock is so fucking huge, I'm going to need it in me all the time!" She moaned out.

His grin shifted to a wicked smirk. "Oh yeah? And why's that? Come on, baby, tell daddy why you need his cock." He said, bucking his hips upward suddenly, making her eyes go wide as she let out a throaty moan.

At his prompting, she began to explain in loving detail. "Because daddy's giant cock feels so good! It stretches my little teen pussy so wide, I can't get enough! I love every inch of this monster dick, and I love how full daddy stuffs my womb with his cum! If I couldn't get a taste of daddy's delicious cock and cum every day I would go crazy!" She moaned out, bucking her hips even harder on his, their hips smacking together with each drop of her hips, the sound filling the room. She leaned back, shifting her hands from his pecs to high thighs as she continued to ride his monster meat rod. The new position thrust her huge tits up high as they bounced and wobbled hypnotically, and pushed her cum-swollen belly to greater prominence. "Oh, daddy! Look how much you fill me up! I'm completely stuffed with daddy's delicious cum! Please, daddy, fill me up more and more! I want you to fill me until I'm ready to pop!" she begged, rapidly losing her last bits of self-control under the waves of pleasure assaulting her brain. 




Daddy's Home Ch. 02



He reached forward, his large, strong hands taking hold of her hips as he began to fuck upward in earnest, pulling her down to meet his thrusts. Each stroke provoked a new moan, each louder than the last until he began to worry that the neighbors might hear her exultant screams of pleasure. "Daddy! Oh, FUCK ME HARDER, DADDY! FUCK YOUR DAUGHTER! I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN! CUM WITH ME, DADDY, CUM IN YOUR SLUTTY DAUGHTER AGAIN!" She screamed out, unable to contain herself as she felt her pleasure mounting towards the peak of a tremendous orgasm, the kind she'd only just discovered when her daddy gave her one.

Her words were nearly enough to set his geyser off a third time that night, but when her pussy gripped his massive cock as she once again reached the pinnacle of pleasure, that was when it was too much to take. "Fuck, baby, I'M CUMMING!" He roared, slamming his hips into her hard, his hands grinding their bodies together as his massive shaft throbbed and pulsed once again. Each new shot blasted into her already stuffed womb, swelling it larger and larger. She looked almost halfway along a pregnancy when the pressure inside her was too much. A whimpering moan escaped her as his seed began to overflow her womb, forcing its way out around his monster, down through her spasming cunt and out around the base of his mighty shaft in thick rivers of white man-cream. Slowly she felt her womb draining until she was once more back to her normal flat-bellied self. She collapsed forward as her climax left her body, leaving her weak and drained.

Her daddy's cock was still hard inside her, and her breasts flattened onto his chest as they lay there, the both of them panting with the exertion of the powerful fuck. Sleepily she planted a set of small, tender kisses along his collarbone, whispering soft 'I love you's after each peck. He gently wrapped his arms around his little girl as they lay together. The smell of cum now saturated the room, but neither of them had the energy to do anything about it at the moment as they cuddled together.

As she lay upon him, she softly traced her fingertips along the sharply-defined valleys between his slabs of muscle, her eyes unfocused, distant. He took a few second to notice her odd behavior. "What's the matter, baby?" He asked, rubbing his large hand up and down her back gently. 

She bit her lip, hesitantly, before she started to speak. "Okay, daddy, you have to promise me two things before I say this, okay? You have to promise me you're not going to be mad. And you have to promise that no other girl gets to touch this bed." She demanded in her sweet little voice, pouting softly.

Arcing an eyebrow, he looked down at her for a long moment before smiling and raising his hand. "I promise, sweetheart."

She nodded. "Okay. So... first, you've met all by BFFs. What do you think of them?" she asked.

He looked puzzled for a moment as he thought back to remember the girls she hung out with. He'd honestly never paid that much attention to them, beyond when they got too noisy and he had to step in and quiet them down. They'd all gotten together in middle school and had been hanging out since then, he remembered that much. There was... well, there was Anna, the redhead, the wild one. Sam always had a new story about something she did at school or at a party. Then there was... Little short girl, Japanese name, very shy... Aiko, that was it. She brought her black friend over sometimes. He remembered her being very friendly, but nowadays she barely said more than a handful of words to him. Always on her cell phone with her boyfriend. Some kind of gemstone... Diamond, that was it... And, the last one... Rose? No, Rosa. Very nice and polite, but she stared a lot, if memory served.

Come to think of it, it seemed like she had a surprisingly diverse group of friends. Maybe they bonded over being the hottest pieces of ass in the school. Each girl was gifted with an incredible body, beyond anything one could find in porn. Anna's lightly-freckled tits were like a pair of smuggled basketballs that wobbled and bounced with every tiny movement. Aiko was the most petite of the bunch, and she often hid her figure under baggy tops and longs skirts, but he'd seen her lithe, flexible body by the pool last year, and she was easily a D-cup. Diamond was almost Amazonian, almost as tall as he was, with a bit of muscle to support tits only barely smaller than Sam's and the biggest, juiciest ass he'd ever seen, only rarely hidden by anything more than a pair of skin-tight leggings with something like 'juicy' or the rear. All he could see when he glanced at it, though, was 'Grab Here'. Rosa had a figure like a latina version of Sam, but despite the little golden cross she wore dangling between her tits, she seemed to have quite a bit of pent-up sin, her eyes constantly glancing to his muscles or the bulge in his pants whenever he was in the room. But despite their figures, he'd always written them off in the same way he'd written Sam off, they were her best friends, after all.

"Well, they seem like an interesting bunch of girls... What's all this about, though?" He asked, still somewhat confused.

"Well... It's a little embarrassing, but you're kind of a DILF, daddy."

"A DILF?"

"Dad I'd Like to Fuck. The thing is, most of them have been crushing on you since middle school." She explained. "And way back then we all swore if we ever managed to... You know, seduce you, we'd all... share." she said, flashing a don't-eat-me smile. 

He stared blankly for a long moment, not comprehending the impact of that statement. Then his eyes widened as he realized what she was talking about. "You mean, they want... share?" He asked as she tried to wrap his mind around it.

She nodded slightly, still grinning guiltily. "I mean, I don't really want to share right away, but you did make me miss Anna's party, and she's gonna know something's up. She's got, like, a sixth sense for sex stuff." She tried to explain.

Her father, meanwhile, was experiencing the strange sensation of four amazingly attractive teenage beauties coming off the 'off-limits' list. The same way Sam had left the list and landed in the 'fuck immediately and unceasingly' column, he was suddenly aware of four girls who not only were no longer off limits, but eager for a sample of the goods.

Sam giggled softly, stirring him from his reverie. "Wow, daddy, doesn't seem like you mind one bit, huh?" She teased, wiggling her hips, his monstrous shaft still inside her, still jerking with his arousal from the images in his mind. "You know... I'm supposed to call them the night it happens, but I don't think the girls will blame me if I tell them my stud daddy fucked me until I passed out from orgasms." She said, licking her black-painted lips naughtily.

Her father grinned and let out a playful growl as he rolled her onto her back and knelt on the bed, his hands gripping her hips. "Come on, baby, let's get you all filled up again." He half-growled as he pulled his hips back and slammed them forward again, the movement provoking another moan from his daughter's sexy, black, glossy lips. "Oh, fuck me, daddy!" It was going to be a long night for the both of them.



Daddy's Home Ch. 03



Ch. 03: Morning After

Disclaimer: All characters are 18 or older.

The morning sun filtered through the bedroom’s blinds, casting lines golden of light on the bedroom floor. These lines slowly crept up the bed, illuminating a chaotic scene. The sheets are a mess, thrown all around the bed in messy piles and thoroughly wrinkled. Pools of cum had dried up overnight, leaving crusty spots here and there, and in the middle of the mess was the naked form of Samantha, sprawled across the king-sized bed, laying where she’d fallen in the wake of some truly incredible sex, sprawled on her back. The light crept up her body slowly as the sun rose higher, from her black leather boots, past her well-fucked pussy, up to those massive breasts. Her nipple barbells glimmered in the morning sun as the rays of light rolled over those imposing peaks, before the sunlight finally settled on her eyelids.

Her eyes squeezed tight as the light hit them and she tried to shut out the light as much as possible, but it was already too late. The sudden light had woken her, despite her best efforts. She groaned her displeasure at being awoken and rolled over, pushing her face into the sheets to try to escape the coming of morning, seeking to flee back into the blissful darkness of sleep. It took her a moment of feeling the silk on her cheek before she realized that these weren't her sheets. Suddenly, the events of the previous evening came rushing back to her, a blur of sex, cum, and orgasms. So many orgasms. Then she felt the ache from between her thighs and groaned again. Perhaps six rounds was too many for one night… Not that she regretted a second of it. Her pussy throbbed softly, a gentle ache and a naughty tingle rolling over her with each pulse. She smiled she ran a finger down her belly to touch her clit at the memories of last night, of her and her daddy, bodies wrapped around each other in the throes of what had to be the most incredible sex in history. Speaking of him, where was he? She glanced around the room, rubbing the sleep out of the corners of her eyes, and found him absent. Well, knowing daddy, there were only a few places he would be before noon. She smiled softly as she rose from the bed, reaching out to take hold of her phone. It was just as well he’d left already, she supposed. She had some calls to make.

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It was about a half-hour later when she came to the bottom of the stairs. She’d ditched the last of her gothic accessories, the boots, stockings, and gloves, and washed off yesterday’s makeup, letting her all-natural beauty shine. And she certainly shone. She hadn’t bothered with clothes, considering what she was expecting to happen next, and she strode through the house utterly nude. Her head-sized breasts softly wobbling as she moved, her rosy, pierced nipples hard, thanks to both the kiss of the cool morning air, and the naughty feeling she got from walking around the house naked. Her hips swayed left and right with each step across the carpeted floor, her ass wagging alluringly from side to side. If any of her classmates had been there to see her like this, they would have passed out from the sudden rush of blood.

As she approached the basement door, she heard a faint, rhythmic clanking sound, and smiled. Seems she was right on the money. She opened the door and silently tiptoed down the carpeted stairs into the basement. The basement was roughly divided into four rectangular quarters, divided by partial walls, or full walls in the case of the home theater, which was soundproofed. There was storage, or ‘furniture limbo‘, the laundry room, the aforementioned theater, and the source of that rhythmic clanking sound, the gym. The gym was a very complete home workout setup, with a half-dozen weight machines of various sorts, a weight bench, a slowly-swinging heavy bag, and a rack of dumbbells ranging from 5 pounds to 50 pounds. The solid basement walls were lined with padding, and the false walls, with mirrors. 

She could see him in the mirrors, on one of the machines, his body glistening with sweat, his muscles rippling and bulging with each motion, the machine’s maximum weight rising and falling as his pecs strained. He was near the end of his daily workout at this point, a one-hour routine that took him through every machine in the gym. The jock strap in his workout shorts gathered his beefy package into a single enormous bulge, nearly the size of a volleyball, the loose fabric shrouding its outline but not its awesome size. She bit her lip as she watched him work out, her nipples hardening a little more. He was using the butterfly machine, sitting upright and crushing his forearms together in front of him, his powerful slab-like pecs straining to overcome some 200 pounds of resistance with each movement.

Stepping out from around the partial wall she strode calmly, confidently toward her father, her smooth, perfect skin almost glowing under the fluorescent lighting. He noticed her about halfway across the room, a notable hitch appearing in his rhythm when he spotted her nude form gliding toward him. He didn’t say anything as she approached, grinning, his every muscle glimmering with a sheen of sweat.

“Good morning, daddy~” She called out in a singsong voice. He said nothing, the rhythmic clanking of the machine the only sound for a long moment. But despite his silence, his eyes showed their interest, roaming up and down his daughter’s nude figure. Porn stars had become millionaires with less to work with. Even without any makeup, she was the most beautiful girl he could possibly imagine.

She pouted playfully at his quiet. “Nothing to say to me, daddy? Not even a hello? Even after all those hours… and hours… of hot… steamy… taboo… sex?” She asked, filling each syllable with erotic impact, her plump cocksucking lips shaping around each new letter as she leaned over in front of him. His eyes couldn’t fight the gravitational pull of those twin mounds, and were drawn into that creamy valley of pale cleavage, smooth and oh-so-very soft. Still, he said nothing, gritting his teeth as he continued to pound out reps on the machine.

“Come on~, daddy… That was the best night of my life. A half-dozen rounds with daddy’s titanic cock pounding my sweet, unprotected womb… You filled me soo~ full… Maybe I’m pregnant already.” She asked, running a hand over her stomach, fingertips dipping low enough to just graze the lips of her hairless pussy. His eyes followed them and he swallowed, a particularly impressive bead of sweat running down the side of his face. Still, he was silent as his pecs strained with the effort of maintaining his composure.

She was beginning to actually get a little upset with him now. Timing her movement, she slipped into his lap, her legs spread around his, her breasts against his pulsing pecs as she looked up to his face, pouting with those plump, perfect lips, eyes a little watery and wide, a well-practiced puppy-dog look. “Didn’t you like it, daddy?” She half-whimpered.

Finally he opened his lips, speaking out through gritted teeth. “99... 100!” He grunted with a note of finality. His hands abandoned the bars at the very moment he hit 100, his massive arms were wrapped around his little girl before the weights hit bottom again with a heavy crash. He pulled her body tighter against him, his hand going up behind her head to pull her into a loving, passionate kiss, the best kind of morning greeting she could think of. His arms held her so tenderly, cradling her like she was delicate and precious, despite the immense strength just demonstrated. After a long few seconds of tongue-wrestling, he pulled his lips away, smiling at his little girl, still holding her close. “Good morning, Sam, my little angel, my nymph, my beloved daughter. Last night was the best night of my life, and not just for the obvious reasons. Though I will admit, that is an added perk.” He added with a small smirk and chuckle.

She smiled back at her daddy, and returned the embrace, squeezing around his broad chest, then pulling back a bit, nose crinkled. “Daddy, I love you, but you’re all soaked in sweat!” she giggled, wiping herself off. 

He shook his head. “Well, what did you think you were gonna find when you came down in the middle of my workout?” He teased, kissing her on the forehead lightly. “Why don’t you run upstairs and get the shower all warmed up for me? I got one more set to do and then I’ll join you. I think we’ve both got plenty to clean off before we start the day.” He told her, gesturing his chin toward the door. She smiled and kissed  his sweaty forehead, wrinkling her nose again at the salty taste before pulling away from her daddy and padding lightly upstairs with a giggle, butt jiggling as she ran.

He shook his head softly and headed over to the dumbbell rack, wrapping his hands around a pair of 50-pounders and hefting them out of their slots. “One…” He muttered to himself as he started his curls.

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Upstairs, Sam was preparing for an… interesting shower. The master bathroom had a huge shower, occupying the whole end of the long, narrow bathroom. Most of the room was white tiles and cabinets, and a white-and-tan marble countertop with a pair of inset sinks. The shower was separated from the rest of it by a low ridge and thick glass panels. He didn’t really need any privacy in here, since the master bath was attached to his bedroom and nobody else used it. Well… Nobody else was supposed to. Sometimes she’d use it when he was out of town, since it was just such a luxurious shower. Plus, she got the chance to really put the massage setting on that showerhead to good use, but that was her little secret. The tiled walls of the shower were three different shades of warm brown, and there was a small bench emerging from one wall of it, below the shelves set into the wall where all the shampoo, soap, shaving cream, and other shower supplies could be found. There was a fog-proof mirror on the opposite end, under the handheld shower head mount. And not only was it a spacious five by five square, it was also tricked out with a bunch of fancy features. Rainshower heads were built into the ceiling, in addition to the handheld variable-spray shower head. A waterproof digital panel on the wall allowed temperature control down the degree, and doubled as an MP3 player and radio to pump sweet tunes while you washed up.

She was still putting all her shower supplies into the built-in shelves when he stepped in the doorway. He’d already ditched his workout shorts, standing naked at the other end of the room from her. She had to admit, it was liberating, being able to stare at his rippling, sculpted muscles without needing to be subtle, without having to hide her arousal at the power they contained. Rich  felt the same way, his hungry eyes casually roaming her voluptuous body without any of the guilt or remorse that had been there just yesterday. She smiled, and beckoned with a finger. He returned the smile, and swiftly crossed the room with long, purposeful strides. He was quickly in the little glass chamber with her, his 6’3 frame looming over her much shorter 5’6”. He closed the door behind him, the tiny click of the latch sealing them in together. She felt like she was in the room with a hungry tiger the way his eyes roamed her curvaceous figure with hunger and lust. She shivered softly at the thrill.

As he reached out for her, she did too, but as his hand landed on her shoulder, hers went to the side, and with a tap on the digital screen, the water came on. It poured down over the two of them from all four rain shower heads, soaking them from head to toe and rapidly filling the room with steam. The water was hot, very hot, hot enough to sting for a half-second before one’s skin got used to it, hot enough to relax away the tension from deep inside freshly-worked slabs of muscle. The suddenness of the deluge has caught him off-guard and his dark hair had fallen down over his face, the tips dangling in his line of sight. He huffed a protest before reaching up to sweep it out of his eyes. Uncovered, they fell upon his little girl, her every inch glistening wet and her dark hair clinging to her amazing body. For a moment, he was almost jealous of it as it lay across the upper slopes of her pendulous breasts, before he realized that he, too, could embrace her delicious body.

As he stepped closer, she giggled and poked a finger into the middle of his chest and pushed. His muscular frame didn’t budge, apart from looking curiously at the digit digging a long, manicured nail into his sternum. “Oh, no, daddy! Once you get started we’re never gonna get clean, and you’re all sweaty! You gotta look sexy today.” She chided. He frowned softly, a tad disappointed. He had been looking forward to a little morning fun-time with his little lady, particularly after that show in the gym. She had a point, though-

“Wait, why do I have to look good today?” He asked, the question suddenly popping into his mind. He wasn’t planning on going anywhere…

She put on her best innocent look. “Well, daddy, I told you about how I promised to share... So, I had to call all the girls when I got up… And I told them about the night we had… and how you had agreed to everything... So, they should all be arriving around noon.” She finished, flashing  her best ‘don’t eat me’ smile.

He blinked for a second, as the connections were made. He squeezed his eyes shut, raising a hand to massage the bridge of his nose. “…So, all of your friend are going to be here in an hour and a half, and we’re just getting in the shower now... Okay. Okay. I would have liked a bit more warning, but we can make it work.”  He sighed, looking up as he counted out his tasks on his fingers. “Okay, so, if we can shower in fifteen minutes, that’s fifteen minutes to get dressed and do makeup, half an hour to make and eat breakfast, and then whatever time’s left we can use to tidy up a bit.” He muttered, counting out on his fingers.

She giggled a bit. “Daddy, they’re not coming over to tour the house and have afternoon tea. They’re coming to get FUCKED. They’re coming over because they want what you gave me last night, every last inch of my daddy’s monster cock, they want to feel it reshape their sweet little pussies one by one... All you have to do is take out that giant fucking daddy-dick and show four hot teenage sluts a whole new definition of deep…” She purred lustily, dragging a fingernail lightly over the length of his flaccid member. It pulsed once under her touch and she licked her lips and he let out a soft groan. “..But first things first, daddy. Turn around, we gotta get you clean.” she said, gesturing for him to turn.

He sighed as he grabbed his shampoo and turned around, starting on his hair while his little girl lathered up and massaged his broad back. His shoulders flexed as she scrubbed at his scalp, muscles pulsing under her fingertips, hard and thick. She smiled to herself. This was… nice. It was sexy, yes,  running her hands over her daddy’s muscles, but there was no… pressure. It was like before, being father and daughter, just… better. She felt closer to him, physically and emotionally. He didn’t demand anything of her, like her boyfriends had wanted, there was no constant need to try and please him or worry about losing him. He was her daddy, and he was so much more.

Hot water running over their bodies, the two got cleaned up quickly, their hands only wandering from their tasks a few times. They were only human after all, his muscular form was every bit as alluring to her as her luscious curves were to him. Still new to each other, their hand were eager to explore one-another’s bodies. But she kept the two of them more-or less on task, but as she washed out the last of her conditioner, her daddy was still sporting a baseball bat of rock-hard cock. She smirked softly.

As he reached for the door, to get out, he paused as he heard her call to him. “Wait, daddy! There’s one more place I need you to help with…” She purred lustily. As he turned to find out what she meant, his eyes fell upon the sight of his recently-virgin little girl, bent over, her hands on the wall, her amazing ass lifted in the air, her legs apart. Ready to be mounted. His cock throbbed, his two heads warring over the sight before him. His head said they had a lot to do before the girls arrived. His other head was quite insistent that he make time, reminding him that if he were to walk away, it could make the rest of the wait very uncomfortable. He let out a groan, surrendering to his lusts as he stepped up behind her, rubbing that flared head over her pussy.

She let out a soft moan at the sensation, but shook her head. “Not there, I’m still all sore from last night.” She purred.

He frowned, thoroughly confused now. “Are you just teasing your poor old man?” He grumbled.

She licked her lips. “Daddy, I still have one virginity for you to take…” she muttered, holding a bottle of baby oil up over her shoulder with a knowing look.

It took him a second to make the connection, then his eyes widened. “You mean-? No, no way, baby, there’s no way it’ll fit. I could really hurt you…” He protested, but his eyes couldn’t help but follow the bottle of baby oil as she raised it up behind her and upended it, drizzling the clear, glossy oil over her perfect bubble butt, the droplets converging to run in a rivulet over her puckered pink rosebud. He swallowed.

“Daddy, I practiced there too... I promise I’m ready. I want you to be able to use every inch of me. Please, daddy? I want you to have all my firsts…” She moaned, wiggling her hips invitingly.

He felt his self control wavering at the sight of her jiggling, glistening ass cheeks. His cock throbbed again, and he knew the battle was lost. Snatching the bottle of baby oil from her, he upended it, liberally pouring the clear, slick oil over his red-purple throbbing member and spreading it with two strokes of his large, powerful hand. “You tell me if it hurts too much. I can’t believe I’m doing this…” He muttered, lining up his meaty member with her tiny hole. Even the very tip of his head completely eclipsed her tight little balloon-knot.

He hesitated then, but she knew what she wanted. She pushed herself back, biting her lip as she felt the titan grinding against her virgin asshole. She felt her hole stretch, the slick oil helping as that beast burrowed it’s tip into her tight little butt. She felt her body react against the intrusion, but bit down on that response, and harder on her lip as she pushed back again. She heard him groan, and pushed back further, wiggling her hips, her tunnel stretched to what felt like it’s limits against that swollen head. But suddenly she ran out of room to push, her arms straight out against the wall, the fat head still eluding her grasp, and she whimpered with need. Then she felt his huge hands on her hips, fingertips digging into her curves, and her eyes widened.

He couldn’t hold back any longer, the sight of his python disappearing into her tightly-stretched asshole was just too sexy. He pushed forward, and there was a popping sensation as the head delved into her rear, completely vanishing into her body. She let out a ragged moan, half pleasure, half pain at the immense intrusion into her backdoor. He froze, concerned, and started to pull back. “No daddy! It’s okay, I’m alright.” She assured him, looking back over her shoulder, eyes a little watery as she smiled. “Just… Give me a second.”

He had to admit, even still, her tight ass was completely different from anything he’d had before, and it was nothing short of incredible. He’d never done anal before, he had enough trouble convincing his dates to try to fit his massive meat normally, he‘d never imagined he‘d have a chance to sample the backdoor‘s pleasures. The super-tight ring of her ass gripped tight just behind his cockhead, the deeper depths of her hole hot and welcoming, despite the twitches of her rear trying to adjust to him. It was amazing, and even more amazing than the sensation, was his daughter’s dedication, spearing herself on his cock.




Daddy's Home Ch. 03



After a few long seconds of this, she looked over her shoulder and gave him a little nod. He swallowed, and slowly pushed, delving deeper into her unexplored rear. Her greedy hole swallowed each inch he gave, gripping tight and refusing to let go. He pushed further, inch by inch, finding no end to it, his daughter’s tunnel twitching around the monster. Her teeth dug sharply into her lip, restraining the sounds of pleasure and pain she knew would make him stop again. She needed all of it. She needed to prove she could take it all. 

When his hips met her plump rear, they both groaned out at once, her with triumph, he with sheer pleasure. She glanced back over her shoulder, looking for his approval, biting her lip at the feeling of being completely full of him. He gave another groan, his cock jumping inside her, his body showing it‘s approval. He reached forward and wrapped an arm around her ribs, lifting her until her back was against his broad chest. His fingers sank into her perfect tit, his other hand going south, two fingers circling his little girl’s clit. She moaned out, the waves of pleasure that rolled out from her pleasure bead easing the dull che of being stretched so thoroughly.

“Oh, daddy… It feels like you’re in my stomach. I’m so full of your cock…” She softly moaned, reaching back to weave her fingers into his hair. The two were still for a long moment, both softly moaning as she grew accustomed to his intrusion, the hot water cascading down their entwined bodies. Her hole gripped and squeezed his invader as it struggled to adapt to the size, drawing the occasional grunt from one of them. It seemed like an eternity had passed before she twisted her body, whispering in her daddy’s ear the three sexiest words. “Fuck me, daddy.”

His fingers squeezed her pleasure buds one final time before withdrawing, moving to take hold of her flared hips. She leaned forward again, hands on the glass of the shower wall as he began to move inside her. Slowly, he pulled back, his fat helmeted head dragging at her innermost walls, her tight little sphincter straining to hold him in. After about a foot of his thick shaft slid from her virgin hole, he drove forward once again, her rear swallowing his meaty cock as he smoothly fed the beast into her, all the way to the root. Unable to hold back her voice she let out a wavering, throaty moan, her hips pushing back involuntarily against his as the sensation washed over her. Nothing she’d prepared with was enough to compare to the immensity of her father’s meaty megacock, the raw pleasure of being claimed in all her holes by her daddy.

He began to fuck her teenage ass properly now, strong hands holding her hips as he began to pump that powerful shaft in and out of her incredibly tight rear. Every forward push left her feeling incredibly full, then wantingly empty once again. It was like he was reshaping her body with every stroke, training her holes to need him, to need her daddy’s superior cock to be satisfied, to be full. The concept of being made to shape her daddy’s desires made her pussy drip with her desires, and sent a shiver of taboo thrill up hher spine.

He could hardly believe what he was doing as his hips sawed back and forth, the water running through the valleys of his muscles as he moved. Many men had dreamed of situations like this. Here he was, feeding every last inch of his massive cock into the perfect ass of a willing girl hotter than any porn starlet, who was less than half his age. His own daughter! His shaft pulsed inside her as his arousal grew and grew. 

He felt his hips speeding up subconsciously as the sensations of her depths drove him on. Each stroke was faster than the last, harder and stronger. Soon he was slamming his hips into his little girl again and again. The shower was filled with the animalistic sounds of their taboo lust, feral grunts, moans, and the slapping of flesh on flesh. He pushed forward hard, slamming into her ass each time with enough force to make her body jump, her cheeks jiggle. Her arms soon gave up under the power of his thrusts, and she fell forward, her massive tits flattened against the glass of the shower wall. She moaned at the feeling of  contrast between the cold hard surface in front of her and her father’s unyielding heat and power behind her. She was pinned between his rock-hard body and a hard place, completely at his mercy, and all she could do was moan and beg for more.

“Ohhh~ daddy, YES! Fuck me harder! Oh, daddy, it’s so good! So good in my ass! Ohhh, I’m such a bad gir for loving this! It’ so wrong, so nasty, it’s just  feels so GOOD!“ She moaned out over her shoulder, egging him on. The force of his thrusts pressed her cheek into the glass wall of the shower, her back arched to put her ass in the perfect position for a proper fucking.

He groaned his approval to her language and redoubled his efforts, hammering his thick shaft deep into her heart-shaped rear. “God, you’re such a hot little slut, I love it!” He grunted through his teeth and gave her rear a playful smack. “How does daddy’s cock feel in your tight little ass?” He growled, the water cascading down his frame as his abs pumped forward again and again.

She moaned. “Daddy, it’s so good! You’re so big! SO FUCKING BIIIG! It’s incredible! You fill me so good, I can’t live without it! I need daddy’s cock every day! Every day in every hole! Oh, never stop fucking me daddy, fuck me forever!” She babbled mindlessly as he pounded her plump rear, her ability to think clearly somewhat impeded by the crashing waves of pleasure echoing from thoroughly-fucked ass.

Her erotic begging seemed to be enough to flip his last switch. His hips sped up to a blur, jackhammering his monstrous member into her deepest depths. Her eyes went wide and a voiceless scream of pleasure halted on her lips as she felt him going berserk behind her. Each thrust pushed her further and further forward, her breasts crushed into the unyielding surface. Her legs too weak to fight the movement as she was lifted up the glass, her sliver nipple barbells dragging on it as she was moved. Soon she was completely flat against the glass, her hips pressed against it glass with each fearsome thrust from behind, her breasts pancaked into it, her father’s muscular frame keeping her there, unable to fight back against it. He was in a haze of lust, his mighty cock throbbing deep inside her as his release came closer and closer.

It was too much for her and her voice returned just in time for her to release a scream of pleasure as her holes spasmed and her body locked up, every muscle clenched tight while her word shook with the power of her orgasm. Her voice rose and fell as her father’s mighty thrusts pounded her gripping hole, using her body for his pleasure. The idea of being used like that drove her wild and only made her cream harder, her pussy squirting it’s juices all down the glass between her legs.

Her tightly-clenching hole was too much for him to handle for long, and he roared out as he dragged his entire shaft from her gripping butt in a single movement. Taking it in hand he stroked it, his hand a blur as the monster began to fire, unleashing a shower of thick, white streamers of molten-hot cum. Again and again his cannon of cock fired, splattering thick ropes of spunk all over her reddened cheeks and lower back. Even the powerful spray of the showerheads struggled to wash away the thick spunk that clung to her pale skin.


They both panted as they stood there together, bodies warm against each other as the afterglow slowly departed, each leaning on the other for support. But their moment of relaxation was short-lived. The shower heads sputtered. He knew that sound all too well, and he new what was coming, but it was too late for him to do anything about it. That hot water they’d been so enjoying was gone the next instant, hosing the two of then down in an arctic deluge. The two of them yelped in surprise and sputtered in a thoroughly undignified fashion. The two of them flailed for a moment, trying to shield themselves from the water before she grabbed the door handle and yanked it open. The two of them spilled out of the tiny room in a tangle, grabbing desperately for towels. As their eyes fell on each other, their spluttering faded out, replaced with laughter as the silliness of the situation dawned on them.

He braved the cold one more time to reach across the shower and hit the control panel, shutting the shower off. As he pulled away, he noted the time and shook his head. “So, for future reference, the fancy shower runs out of hot water in about an hour.” He commented with a chuckle as he turned back to his daughter, who was just finishing wiping herself off with a towel. She smirked, bundling up the wet towel. “Well, next time you’re just gonna have to go a little faster.” She commented, lobbing the balled-up towel at his face with a giggle.

He shook his head as he unbundled the towel and began to dry off while Sam bundled up her hair in a fresh towel. Mentally, he was busily readjusting his plane. Not there was barely more than a half an hour before the girls were set to arrive. That was barely enough time for food, and he was starving. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he turned to his little girl and laid out the new orders. “Alright, new plan. You go get dressed and made up, I go put on some underwear and make breakfast. Then we eat, and whatever time is left we can use to tidy up.”

She giggled and straightened up, still naked but for the towel around her hair. “Yes, sir, captain daddy sir!” she teased, giving a mock salute before falling back into giggles and turning toward the door to get started. He gave her rear a teasing swat once again. “Double time, missy!” She yelped and bolted off, her butt wagging alluringly as she did. He chuckled and shook his head and headed in the room to get ‘dressed’

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Fifteen minutes later, she descended the stairs, following the delicious smells of a fresh breakfast. She was wearing her very sexiest lingerie, a black, lacy set, including a custom bra to contain her massive endowments, a pair of tiny little panties, thigh-high stockings, and a garter belt. She had added a black choker, to compliment her recreated goth makeup from the night before, hoping it would have a similar impact on her father as before. 

As she rounded the corner to the kitchen, she found him standing in front of the stove, currently absorbed in his task, his tight, firm butt wagging in a pair of tight black boxer-briefs as he danced to an unrecognizable tune that he hummed softly. He was wearing nothing else, showing off his muscular figure to the full extent possible. As she admired the view of his back, he flipped the omelet out of the pan and onto a waiting plate with a flourish, dividing it up into two and transferring half to another plate, the both of them stocked with a serving of hash browns and a sizable sausage link, leftovers from the package of brats they’d had for dinner just before he‘d left. He turned, plate in each hand, and grinned at his little girl.

“Just in time! Breakfast is served!” He smiled, setting the two plates on the table at their respective places. She couldn’t help but glance down at the oversized pouch on the front of his briefs. The tight fabric clung to every contour of his python, outlining his enormous seed-tanks and the wrist-thick serpent itself, the entire package almost as good as naked before her eyes. 

She licked her black, glossy lips and grinned back at him. “Looks almost as delicious as the chef.”
He shook his head as he settled into his seat. “If all your friends are as cock-hungry as you, I’m gonna be in trouble.” He joked as he picked up his silver.
She smirked as she took her own seat and set into her breakfast. “You’re too modest, daddy. You came seven times in one night, I’m sure you can handle four little teens.” 
He shook his head as he sliced off a chunk of omelet and stuffed it in his mouth. “You know, I been thinking about that. There are gonna have to be some ground rules in this arrangement.” he commented around the mouthful.
She looked curious as she ate. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I can’t have all of your friends staying over every night. I mean, they’re all legal, but their parents might not be fond of their teenage girls spending all this time with a single older guy, even if they never learn about the sex. Then we have to think about practical concerns, like sleeping arrangements, getting ready in the morning, showers, food… And what about supplies, like medication, shampoo, birth control, and so on? It’d be a madhouse with everyone being over all the time. Plus, you girls still have to stay on top of your homework, and having crazy orgies every night isn’t gonna help anyone’s grades.” He explained, pausing in his meal as he went over the thoughts buzzing through his head.
She giggled as she polished off the last bite of hash browns. “Daddy, you don’t have to worry about it. I’m sure we’ll figure everything out. Besides, I think this line of thinking can wait until after dessert.” She commented, a smirk growing on her plump lips.
He blinked. “Dessert?”

She smiled, picking up her breakfast sausage with two fingers. The meaty tube was less than half the size of the one she had an eye on, but the message was clear. Eyes locked on her daddy, she opened her mouth, lips forming a perfect little O, as they touched the warm meat. She began to feed the sausage into her mouth, inch by inch, the meat disappearing into her mouth. Soon her finger met those black lips, the entire link vanished into her mouth. She gave an exaggerated swallow, her choker bulging out as her breakfast slid down her gullet. She grinned  wickedly. “Dessert.” she purred, eyebrows wiggling naughtily.

Rich caught himself staring at the display. Regaining his senses, he turned to his plate and attacked viciously, devouring the entire meal in record time. When he looked up again from his clean plate, he found his daughter had disappeared from her seat. The mystery was quickly solved when he felt the warmth of her breath through the stretched fabric of his briefs. He smirked, looking down, he found her on all fours under the table, face just inches from his package, looking up eagerly at him. He grinned, but pushed back his chair, drawing a dejected pout from his little girl.

He smiled. “Let’s do this somewhere more comfortable.” He said, helping her to her feet and pulling her into his embrace. He kissed her again, every bit as dominant and in control as he had been in the bedroom. He kissed her like he owned her, his tongue dominating her mouth, her body melting against his under the assault. He bent at the knees and scooped her up, their lips never parting as he lifted her by the rear, her legs instantly wrapping around his waist, grinding her rapidly-moistening pussy on his enormous bulge. Supporting her weight effortlessly, he carried her out of the kitchen and toward the living room, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. But before he could make it to the couch, he froze in his tracks as an unexpected sound met his ears, a female voice.

“Damn! I hope we’re not interrupting anything!”



Daddy's Home Ch. 04



Ch. 04: The Girls Arrive

Disclaimer: All characters are 18 or older.

10:05 AM: the Butler home. 

The entire normally-tidy house looked like a tornado composed of beer, hormones, and tacky costume parts had raged through its halls. Empty beer bottles, discarded stockings and gloves, the occasional puddle of teenager-vomit, and even a few still-unconscious partygoers were scattered about, tucked into corners or slumped against walls. Someone had left an empty knee-high high-heeled boot standing by the stairs, and somebody else had decided it was as good a place as any to deposit a technicolor yawn. One by one the lingering guests were still struggling to rise from their resting places, and shuffle, zombie like, back to their homes, under the weight of some simply monstrous hangovers. Glasses and plates were broken, remotes and other devices mysteriously missing, some things moved to some inexplicable locations, to be discovered at some later date. All in all, a rather successful party, even if Samantha didn't show up.

It was a rather standard state of affairs after a party thrown by Annabeth Butler, the curvaceous redhead who planned the event, the only daughter of the homeowners. She was, at the moment, sleeping off a devastating hangover in her room. The room itself looked much like the rest of the house did, though with fewer bottles and no puke. This was it's natural state, however, not caused by last night's festivities. Anna slept on the rumpled bed, the sheets cast away in the night to reveal her nearly naked form. Her brilliant coppery hair formed a halo around her sleeping face, the tight curls spread around her on the pillow. Her face was covered by the smudged and smeared makeup she hadn't had the energy to shed last night, somewhat obscuring her features. Her very pale skin was soft and creamy, decorated with a constellation of tiny freckles, a band that across her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose, and another that ran up one arm, over the shoulder, across her chest along the uppermost slopes of her fantastic tits, and down the other arm again. Those immense globes caught quite a bit of sun, each one nearly the size of a basketball, barely contained at the moment by a custom-made sleeping bra that kept her endowments from wobbling wildly with every moment. If ever a chest had deserved the descriptor 'Epic', this was the one. 

The silence of the room was broken by the ringtone of her phone, which jolted her to wakefulness, her brilliant emerald eyes jolting open as she started to sit up, before she fell back to the pillow with a soft groan as pain lanced her mind. She rolled over, eyes squeezed shut against the light, groping for the offending device. She hadn't yet decided if she was going to answer it or destroy it for the offense of waking her. Finally she found the vibrating device and lifted it, blearily peering through her eyelashes at the display. Sam's picture looked back at her, making her look puzzled for a moment. Why would she be calling this early? She slid her thumb across the screen and lifted the phone to her ear. 

"What's up?" She mumbled, then winced.

"Shh, shh, quieter, Sam, I have a massive hangover."

"Because of the giant party last night? The one at my place? The one you were specially invited to so I would have a wing-girl?"

"What do you mean 'you forgot'? I had to talk to Jimmy Peters all night without you running interference! The asshole wouldn't leave me alone! He even tried to grope me after three drinks."

"Busy with what? It had better be big, Sam."

"...I'm too hungover for giggles, Sam, spill already."

"...Yeah, I remember."

"NO WAY!"

"Holy shit! I mean... God, sam!"

"Well, no, I mean... It's just unexpected."

"So, he liked the goth look, huh?"

"...You're fucking with me, right?

"There's no way! They don't make 'em that big."

"...Jesus, really?"

"Well, now you're gonna have to tell me everything."

The conversation went on for several minutes, and by the end of it, Anna's fingers had roamed south, over her clean-shaven slit and were casually toying with her clit, her stiff nipples poking out against the fabric of her bra. "Oh, I'll be there." She assured as she hung up the phone. Feeling the dull ache in her loins, she glanced to the bedside cabinet and hesitated. She really should be getting ready... But she needed to take care of something first. Reaching into the drawer, she fished out her favorite stress-reliever, her biggest vibe, a foot long and thick as a soda can. Looking at it, she shivered at the prospect of something half again as big. As she traced it down her flat stomach, she assured herself that she'd get it soon enough.

10:12 AM, the Washington house.

Diamond's breathing came in long, slow, measured draws. Her dark chocolate skin glistened with a thorough coating of sweat. It was an impressive sight, as it was every morning. Standing six feet, nearly six-one, she loomed over men and women alike as she jogged her usual route down the suburban sidewalks. Her black hair was braided into hundreds of pencil-thick braids, each tipped in some colorful bead or charm, and tied back into a ponytail for her workout. The lowest charms swing and bounced with her stride, about level with the bottom of her shoulder blades. She wore her standard workout clothes, a light blue sports bra that struggled to pin down her volleyball-sized tits in one place, and a matching pair of short shorts that clung to her ludicrous hips. The outfit left little to the imagination, baring her glistening, toned abs and her long, strong legs that ate up the distance. She turned suddenly, crossing the front lawn up to the front door, her breathing relaxing as she finally came to a stop. She glanced to her watch as she pulled the earbuds from her ears, tucking them into her bra. 5 miles, 24 minutes. New record.

As she opened the door, she was greeted by the usual scene of controlled chaos. Her three younger brothers, triplets just reaching twelve, were tearing around the living room in a rambunctious game of tag, screaming and shouting threats at one-another. A careful eye would note, however, that they gave a wide berth to the corner of the room containing the china cabinet. Their mother stood no more than fifteen feet away, by the table, hastily stuffing files and papers into her briefcase. Her hourglass figure was accentuated by the painted-on skirt and tapered suit top. She smiled as she looked up to see her daughter arriving home. "Hey, sweetie, I have to prepare for a big case on Monday, it looks like it's going to be another long night. I'll try to be home for dinner, but if I don't make it, I'll see you after school tomorrow. Martin called, there's a sticky not on the fridge. If your father calls, tell him I found his records and he can come get them next weekend. Oh, and try to keep your brothers from killing each other, will you?" She spoke quickly, barely pausing between sentences. As she finished the last question she snapped her briefcase shut and made for the door, pausing on the way to crane up to peck her daughter on the cheek and mutter a passing 'Love you!' before disappearing out the door. 

Diamond headed to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water. She'd just gotten it to her lips when her phone began to ring. She pried her fingers into the tiny pocket of her workout shorts and checked the phone, gulping down her mouthful of water. As Sam's face appeared on the screen she heaved a sigh, sliding her thumb across the screen to pick up. "Hey, Sam, give me a second to get some privacy." She said into the phone quickly before heading out of the kitchen toward her room, shouting a warning to her bothers about what she'd do if they broke anything or tried to listen in. she slipped into her room and shut the door behind her, taking a second to lock it before once more raising the phone to her ear.

"Alright, we're good now. What's the deal?"

"If you're gonna gush about the party, I don't wanna hear it."

"You didn't? Why not?"

"You know you can't stay home every night, you gotta get out there if you want to get a boyfriend!"

"What's so funny?"

"Alright, alright, get to the point, my shower's waiting on you."

"Well, yeah, I remember you saying something like that."

"WHAT?!"

"Oh my god! Well, damn, good for you! You made it happen!"

"...What promise?"

"Well, yeah, I remember the night, but it was years ago."

"...Well, it's a nice offer, but I've got all the man I need."

"I had a little crush back then, I'm over it. I've got a boyfriend now!"

"Yes, Martin."

"Yes, I'm still with him! I'm not gonna break up with him over one little fight."

"Hey, you didn't like the place anyways, who cares if we can't go anymore?"

"I know, but the make-up sex is GREAT."

"Look, I'm not gonna dump him, where else am I gonna find a guy with 12 inches?"

"...No way."

"No way! It's just not possible, he'd have a heart attack!"

"You can't be serious."

"No, I'm not just going to take your word for it."

"Fine. I'll be there, and when the truth comes out, I'll be there to call you on it."

Diamond hung up the phone in a bit of a huff. Why would Sam be so insistent about this? It was totally impossible, and it would be easy to prove, too. Maybe she had some kind of trick up her sleeve, or maybe she was just exaggerating. Everyone knows black guys are bigger, and Martin had the biggest dick she'd ever seen outside a porno, there was no way some white guy could out-measure him. When Sam was proven wrong she'd rub it in her face. Still... What if she was right? She shook her head. There was nothing to worry about. Swiftly she gathered up some new clothes and headed to the bathroom to get showered and changed. She'd have to remember to call the sitter when she got out.

10:16 AM, the Yoshida residence

Aiko's room was as spotless as always, as perfectly arranged as the rest of the house. Everything was carefully put away, up off the floor and neatly arranged. She'd been up for a few hours by now, having plenty of time to get all her chores done and even double-checked her homework that she'd finished last night. And now she was bored out of her mind. Even the internet provided little entertainment at the moment, there was nothing interesting to do she could with the parental filters turned on, and if her mother found out she could turn them off she'd lose the computer altogether. She couldn't get away with anything on the weekends. At least on a school night she could steal a few hours of freedom after school with the rest of the girls before coming home.

Aiko was the smallest and the youngest of the five girls, having just turned 18 a few weeks ago. It was a dubious honor in her book. She stood barely 5'1", closer to 5' without her shoes. Her shortness only made her slender, lithe frame that much smaller. She was well-toned and exceptionally flexible, thanks to years of ballet, gymnastics, and martial arts. By some miracle of genetics, she'd been gifted with a set of all-natural, perky, perfectly-shaped cantaloupe-sized breasts, which looked positively enormous on her frame. At the moment, they were concealed, as much as such treasures could, beneath a set of long-sleeved and long-legged fuzzy pajamas, hand-me downs from her older sister that she'd left when she went off to college. Her dark hair was tied up into a pair of simple pigtails, her neatly-trimmed bangs straight across her forehead. 

Aiko blinked suddenly as a new sound reached her ears, waking her out of her boredom-coma. She looked to her phone as she reached for it, somewhat excited. Maybe this was her excuse to get out of the house? She smiled as she saw Sam's face on the display and quickly answered.

"Hi!"

"What's going on?"

"Er, yes, I'm alone, we can talk."

"Really? What is it?

Her face flushed a bit.

"Y-yes, I remember."

"Yes..."

Her blush suddenly got brighter as her eyes widened.

"R-really?"

"You and him...really?"

She hunched down over her desk, casting a reflexive glance around the room as she hushed her voice.

"You mean... He...?"

"...Did... Did he mention me?

"...Oh, wow..."

"Sam... You're not just messing with me, right? You really mean it?"

"Today? I-I don't know..."

"Well, it's just... I have to get permission."

"Plus it's a school night..."

"Well, that's true..."

"I'll do my best. Thanks, Sam..."

Aiko was stop-sign red by the end of the call, and she could almost hear her pulse in her ears. She was so excited and nervous and eager all at once, it was hard to think straight. Sam wouldn't lie about something like this, would she? This was... just huge. She leaned back in her desk chair and covered her face in her hands, feeling the warmth of the flush and trying to focus on breathing. She took a few slow, deep breaths, trying to clear her mind and suppress her blush. She had to spin just the right amount of lies into a story that would convince her mom to let her out of the house, and she wouldn't be able to sell it if she was blushing. This would be a challenge.

10:20 AM, the Caro's apartment.

The Caro family's 24-strong extended family was in the process of cramming themselves into the Caro's small apartment after returning from church. All told, Rosa was surrounded by three grandparents, her parents, two uncles, three aunts, nine cousins, and four siblings. It was a chaotic scene, with English, Spanish, and a bit of Portuguese all speaking over one another and mixing freely as throngs tried to find seats in an apartment with a total capacity of 18. They'd all attended the 8 AM service, as they did every weekend, then spent an hour gossiping with the rest of the church afterward, then finally made the move back to the apartment for the traditional brunch. This sort of thing would be nice a few times a year, but Rosa grew increasingly impatient with it.

Rosa was a middle child, surrounded by two older brothers, a younger sister, and a baby brother, but she managed to stand out nonetheless. She was effortlessly beautiful, with flawless tan skin, cascades of lustrous black curls, and large, deep brown eyes. Her figure was a spectacular hourglass, with wide hips that produced a perfectly spankable ass, a slim waist, and volleyball-sized melons capped by sensitive dark brown nipples. Her church dress made an honest effort to conceal her sinful features, layers of frills and fabric striving desperately to contain her, but she was too much to hide. The normally-high neckline was pulled out by the incredible size of her breasts, creating a modest but clearly-visible expanse of cleavage, which the dangling, glittering gold cross on her necklace served to draw the eye to.

She couldn't even hear the first ring of her phone over the cacophony of voices, she only realized I was ringing due to the vibration. Glancing at it, she muttered something under her breath that attracted Gramma Cortez's evil eye. She could feel it on her as she maneuvered around cousins and finally pushed out the door, answering the phone in the hall.

"Hey, sam, what's up?"

"Yeah, I just stepped out. It's a madhouse in there."

"Oh yeah? Something about the party?"

"Really. Well, what is it?"

"Uh-huh..."

"What?!"

"No, I heard you, I just..." she stammered, walking a bit down the hall to get further from potential eavesdroppers.

"Wow... So you really..."

"I don't even know what to say, this is so unexpected."

"Well, no, it just wasn't on my mind, like... at all. You have to admit it's come out of left field a bit."

"So... What was he... you know, like?"

"What?"

"...you mean? Really?"

"Holy shit." She muttered, pressing her hand to her forehead and leaning against the wall.

"Today?"

"Er, I dunno... I think I can slip out..."

"See you then, I guess..."

She hung up the phone with a dazed look on her face, still leaning on the all for support. It was just a little overwhelming. She'd had a crush on him for ages, and now the real thing was within her grasp. It took her a few seconds before she realized how much she still had to do, and how little time she had to do it. Pushing off the wall, she walked back to the door, hearing the muffled throng behind it and took a deep breath, before pushing through into the chaos.

THE PRESENT:

"Damn! I hope we're not interrupting anything!"

Anna stood in the doorway, hands on her hips and a wicked grin on her features. The other three girls of the quintet were behind her, craning to look around the redhead to see what had caused her to pause. The scene before them drew looks of surprise from each curious face.

Father and daughter were entwined together, tongues coiling around one-another and limbs tangled together in a passionate kiss. Sam was held off the floor, her father's hands supporting her rear as her arms and legs wrapped around his neck and waist, grinding her lingerie-covered pussy against the bulge in the front of his boxer-briefs. As Anna's voice reached them, they paused, Sam reluctantly pulling her black-painted lips from her father's to grin widely at her freshly-arrived friends, but made no move to get down from her father's frame.

"Hey, girls! Glad you could make it!" she greeted. "I know Daddy's been looking forward to it, and he's just too much to keep to myself!" She commented, grinding her hips against his bulge to emphasize the point with a naughty smirk. "He's gonna fuck me to death at this rate, not that I'd mind going out with a bang like this..."

Rich shook his head as his little girl ground herself into his endowment. "Now, Sam, we've got a few things to talk about before anything gets started." He chided, then turned to face the four newcomers. "Come on in, girls, and close the door. I've got a few ground rules for this whole... arrangement, to go over. I'll explain in more detail once we've all gotten settled in." He explained, sounding much like he always did, as though he hadn't just been tongue-fucking his daughter. "If you'll excuse me, I've got to go pus her down before she gets too distracting." He added with a wry smirk toward Sam, who was starting to rhythmically grind herself over his package. He gave her juicy ass a squeeze as he started to walk off toward the living room. 

The four girls glanced at one-another for a moment, not quite sure how to respond to the unusual nature of their welcome. The hesitant and the eager alike were momentarily dazed by the brazen incestuous behavior before their very eyes. But soon enough, it passed, and the four quietly closed the door and set down their bags and purses aside before following the two of them into the house.

Anna had put a bit of extra effort into preparing for this, tarting herself up in her sluttiest outfit for Rich. Her jaw-length copper hair had been brushed and preened, dangling in locks of little shimmering ringlets around her face, showing off her sluttiest makeup. Here emerald eyes were highlighted by a masterful application of eye shadow and eyeliner, her lips brought out by crimson lipstick, her cheeks touched with a light dusting of blush, and some of her freckles hidden under concealer. She'd had to reclaim her outfit out of the 'secret' stockpile of banned outfits her parents kept. Red stiletto heels and long, white thigh-high stockings accentuated her legs. A tiny plaid miniskirt barely covered her rear. The bright red strings of a thong were pulled up high on her hips, over the waistband of the skirt. And the top would have been jaw-dropping on a normal girl, but on her was enough to shut down the brains of most men. A super-short white buttoned shirt, the buttons undone all the way down, the fabric rolled up high to expose her flat, smooth stomach and tied off just under her immense tits, displaying them in a visual buffet of creamy, pale breast-flesh that seemed to go on forever. 




Daddy's Home Ch. 04



Diamond, however, hadn't planned to dress up for the occasion. She was still convinced Sam was exaggerating, her mind unable to accept the reality of an eighteen-inch white dick. But after her shower, she'd found herself applying a little makeup, reasoning to herself she was just doing it to keep up appearances. Not to impress Rich, certainly. She'd pulled her hundreds of braids up and together into a thick ponytail and tied it off, exposing her neck and shoulders better. Then she'd dug up a tight black tube-top, just narrow enough to show off her dark chocolate abs and her smooth cleavage, an some of her shortest skin-tight shorts, the ones that clung to her incredible hips and couldn't stretch quite enough to cover the entirety of her mind-boggling ass, leaving the bottom of her sweet ass hanging out just a bit. She wasn't trying to show off, she reasoned, she just wanted to look good when the truth came out and she got to gloat. But none of her logic could explain the nervous flutter deep in her belly, the twinge in her cunt when she saw father and daughter making out furiously.

Aiko, unfortunately, couldn't slip much past the inspection on her way out the door, a fact she could only curse more emphatically whe she was the sexy outfits all the other girls had brought to bear. Hw would she be able to get him to notice her at this rate? Her makeup was light and delicate, a soft blush on her cheeks and just the barest hint of eye shadow, her lips coated lightly with some cherry gloss she'd managed to borrow from Anna on the ride over. She'd left the house in a knee-length pleated blue skirt and a hand-me down sweater, but she'd managed to make a few modifications on the way. She shortened the skirt, turning the waits until the fabric only reached her mid-thigh, and then ditched the sweater to reveal the lightweight pale blue tank top underneath. It wasn't as showy as her friends outfits, certainly, but her braless, perky tits stood proud and high. Her hair was tied up in it's usual style, twin tails on either side of her head, leaving her neat bangs loose over her forehead. She only hoped she'd done enough to be able to catch his attention...

Rosa had been in a similar boat, the densely-packed family members of the apartment leaving her unable to change properly at home. Thankfully, she'd showered and done her makeup before church, a modest but very beautiful application. She'd been forced to pack her new outfit away in her bag before slipping out the door to meet Anna for a ride. She'd had to take drastic measures, stripping completely naked in Anna's backseat, providing a mouth-watering show for those who got close enough on the road, and redressing on the way. By the time they'd arrived, she'd managed to get herself into a rather revealing bikini, the little cups nowhere near enough to conceal the luscious globes of her tits, and her thong bottoms concealed under a semi-transparent sarong, the long slit leaving one leg completely exposed. She'd even had time to darken her makeup a few extra shades, a smoky, intense look. She'd wanted Rich's body for a long time, there was no way she was gonna miss out on her fair share of him.

One by one the beautiful teens made their way into the living room, settling into the chairs arranged around the couch. Rich and Sam sat on the couch, Sam lounging back against one arm, an eager smile on her face, resting her feet on Rich's lap. Rich, however, looked much more serious, leaning forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees as he looked between the assembled teenagers, a bounty of beautiful babes to rich that very few men ever got to experience. After a few moments, he began to speak.

"Now, I'm not privy to all the details of this little pact' you five agreed to, though Sam has explained the basic concept to me. As far as I'm aware, the first one of you to 'catch' me is required to share me among the rest of you. I'm perfectly willing to go along with such an arrangement, but there are a few important points to go over, a few ground rules to be detailed before anyone does anything." He began.

"First off, none of you are required to do anything. If you don't want to be involved in this, you absolutely do not have to be. I will never force any of you to do anything you're not comfortable with. Even if you agree to take part in this... whatever you call it, if you ever want me to stop doing something, or if you want to back out of this whole arrangement, all you have to do is tell me. There will be no hard feelings, it will be as if nothing ever happened."

"Secondly, as Samantha may have told you, I am... rather large. This has the unfortunate side effect that they don't make condoms that can fit me. If you are not on birth control, there's a very good chance you will end up pregnant if we have sex. In the future, I can try to provide birth control if you can't get it yourself, but before then, you should know the risks and make your own decisions."

"Thirdly, since I cannot wear condoms, if you do decide to be part of this arrangement, we will have to be particularly careful about diseases. I would urge you all to avoid unprotected sex outside this group. I'm clean, but if I were to catch something from one of you, it would not only affect me and you, but all the other girls in the group as well."

"Fourth, as much as any man would love to have girls as beautiful as you around all the time, it's simply not an option at the moment. We will need to be careful not to attract too much attention from your collective parents. While none of this is illegal, I doubt they would be very fond of the idea of their daughters spending a great deal of time at a bachelor's house, unsupervised, let alone having sex with him. Nobody can stay overnight during the week, but you can stop in after school for 'study sessions', and on the weekends, Sam will be hosting 'sleepovers' which we can use to explain your visits. And additionally, there's no sex on the weekdays until you actually finish your homework. Grades are important, after all."

"And fifth, a simple rule. Nobody but Sam gets to share my bed. The rest of you will have to sleep in her room or the guest room, and nobody else has sex on my bed. Sam is, after all, my daughter, and no good father would deny a daughter's request."

As he finished laying out the rules, the girls looked to each other. All in all, the rules were pretty solid and generally good, but there was some apprehension. Risking pregnancy and disease was not a simple choice, after all, but a cock too big for condoms? Was that a real concern? And if it was, how would such a beast fit? But then, Sam seemed to be fine... And they could always back out if he was telling the truth. One by one they nodded their agreement to the rules. Sam grinned silently as they all agreed, eager to see it all play out. 

With everyone in agreement, Rich rose to his feet, taking Sam's hand and pulling her to her feet. "Well, then, I think everyone's been waiting for long enough. Sam, my dear, how about you show your friends just what they've signed up for?" He asked with a wicked smirk.

Sam grinned, dropping to her knees almost instantly, face inches from the meaty bulge in his boxer-briefs, licking her lips as she raised her hands to the waistband of the garment. The other girls all watched, somewhat stunned by Sam's eagerness, each eager to see what had been hinted at or described before. Rosa wanted to see if this muscle was as impressive as the rest of them. Anna wanted to see that meaty monster, to see if it measured up to the fantasy she'd cooked up after the phone call. Aiko hid her intense blush behind her hands, peering through the gaps between her fingers. And Diamond was telling herself she was waiting for the fakery to be revealed, for some prop or sock to fall from the boxers and his real size to be revealed.

Sam's fingertips hooked the hem of his undergarment as she prepared to reveal the beast, her heart beating hard in her chest. She was excited as she had been the first time she saw it. "You're going to love this..." she grinned to her friends over her shoulder as she began to pull the cloth slowly down his hips, making sure to keep out of the way of the view.

The girls watched with baited breath as they watched intently, each needing to know what the cloth hid. And soon they did as the root came into view. The member was only semi-hard, but the thick base of the beast was wider than anything they'd seen before. Inch by inch more of the fearsome phallus was revealed, the stirring titan's size becoming increasingly apparent to the onlookers. As it passed six inches, the immensity began to really strike home. And when it passed twelve and the rapidly-growing cockhead sprung free, jaws dropped. It was immense, and not even fully hard yet. The full size of it was almost beyond comprehension. His enormous balls swung free below the shaft, each the size of a plump plum, full to the brim with hot, potent juices. Sam bit her lip at the sight. It never got old.

Diamond's mind was racing in circles as she stared wide-eyes at the monster. She couldn't believe it, but there it was, ready to slap her in the face. No props. No socks. No tricks. Just the biggest, fattest cock she'd ever seen. It was as long as Martin's, but even thicker, and it wasn't even at full size yet. She'd been so certain Sam was faking it, but the truth stared her in the face.

Aiko still peered through parted fingers, hands covering an intense blush on her cheeks. Her eyes were rapt on the thick, veiny shaft. It was just so enormous, she could hardly imagine such a monster fitting inside her. Her eyes roamed south, to the pendulous seed-tanks behind the shaft, each heavy with potent, life-giving seed. Her mouth felt dry. He would certainly be able to father dozens of children with such mighty balls...

Anna's mouth watered hungrily. Even Sam's detailed descriptions had failed to do justice to the real thing. It was the largest dick she'd ever seen, and the mental images it conjured of Sam's black lips stretched around it, straining to take in the fearsome monster, to please the cock that made her, made her slit moisten with intense arousal.

Rosa was simply stunned, eyes wide and jaw hanging, falling back into her seat. It was so huge... good god, it was huge. In the back of her mind, she couldn't hep but think it was somehow fitting that the most amazing cock she'd ever seen would be attached to the most impressive man, the most powerful, muscular man. It was perfectly fitting. He was just so strong, and sexy, and now this... Maybe he was perfect.

Sam couldn't resist any longer. It was so big, and so close, just inches away... She leaned forward, planting a juicy kiss on her daddy's fat, flared cockhead. The beast pulsed against her lips at the new sensation, swelling up further. She let out a whimper at the taste before she broke contact with it, looking up into his eyes. "Daddy, I can't wait anymore! I need to taste you... I need it in my mouth..." She half-moaned as she opened her mouth and wrapped her glistening ebony lips around the fat head, sucking hungrily like a good little daughter slut, hands coming up to stroke the thick shaft.

He let out a soft groan at that, his meaty cock swiftly growing under her talented touch. He let her go at it for a long moment, until his cock hit it's full size, straining Sam's lips as she swallowed the head, her eyes watching his for approval. A wry smile appeared on his features, and he reached down, taking ahold of her hands and pulling them off his monster. "Now, now, my greedy little slut, you've got to leave some for your friends, too." He chided, taking a moment to cast a glance to the other four girls. "Who else wants a taste?" He asked with a confident grin. The girls found themselves rising from their seats, as though in a trance, slowly coming closer to the beastly shaft like moths lured to flame.

Anna feel to her knees behind Sam, her hands encircling her friend's chest, fingers first cupping her enormous breasts, then swiftly starting to knead her lace-covered orbs while she sucked her father's cock. She leaned forward, her massive tits flattening against Sam's back as she leaned over her shoulder, watching Rich's cock disappear into her blackened lips. She whispered breathily into Sam's ear, her lips a naughty smirk. "God, Sam, you look so fucking hot with your mouth full of cock. You're dad's so damn huge... How's it taste? You like the taste of your dad's giant cock? You like sucking the dick that made you, you nasty little slut?" She asked, pinching Sam's hard nipples through her bra to punctuate the question.

Aiko's shyness seemed forgotten as she moved toward the hypnotic, swinging balls. She fell to all fours as she approached, crawling on hands and knees underneath the overshadowing cock. She couldn't think, she couldn't control herself, she couldn't stop herself. The scent hit her nostrils as she got close. It was indescribable, thick, overpowering, and full to the brim with pheremones. It was like distilled manliness, pure masculine musk. She rose off her hands, bracing herself on his thighs as she came closer and closer to those beefy balls. She was powerless before them. She let out a whimper at the rich scent and fell forward, burying her face in his cum-tanks, breathing deep and feeling the heat and weight of each orb on her face. It was like drowning in cum, and she loved it, deep down she loved every second.

Rosa approached from the side, the perfect, iron-hard shaft dominating her thoughts as she closed in. "Jesus Christ..." she breathed out, half-moaning the words. She didn't even feel guilty for taking the Lord's name in vain, for this certainly didn't feel like vain. The cock before her was... perfect. Every inch of it, every throbbing vein, it made her heart race, her head spin. It was like destiny, had guided her here, to this perfect cock, so immense and inescapable. She knew she would never be able to forget it. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and she moaned as it came into contact with it, with the perfect cock. She swiftly went to work, lavishing the thick beast with licks and kisses, her fresh lipstick leaving little red smudges wherever she went.

Diamond resisted the longest, fighting to stop herself as she moved. She had a boyfriend, a proper boyfriend with a big cock... No, she couldn't all it big when a cock like this one existed. She couldn't tear her eyes off the giant, white cock. It was so different. "This... this is so wrong..." She breathed, each breath coming more ragged and panting than the last. "I shouldn't... I can't do this..." She mumbled as she came closer and closer. She didn't even notice as she hit her knees opposite Rosa. "I have a boyfriend..." she breathed out, face inches from the weapon, hardly even able to see Rosa working her tongue and lips on it, the cock dominating all her senses. "It's just... too big..." She moaned as the scent of manhood hit her nose, no longer able to fight it, and fell forward onto it, wrapping her full lips around as much of it's girth as she could, sucking at it with abandon.

Rich groaned with pleasure at the assault of sensation on his mind. It was incredible, four separate mouths hungrily working on his cock all at once, one of them even belonging to his daughter! Five hot teenage sluts, all worshiping his cock, all eager to get fucked by him, a man old enough to be their father. This usually only happened in porn, nobody got to experience this kind of pleasure in the real world, but here he was, and he was making sure to savor the sensation. His hands came down to rest on Anna and Sam's heads, directing their eyes up to him as he grinned. "If you're so curious, how about I show you?" He grinned, and pulled his hips back slightly, just enough to make his cock pop from Sam's sucking lips and aiming it at Anna's, her green eyes sparking with anticipation and a bit of fear.

Anna's eyes were wide as the fat head pressed to her pouty, crimson lips. Her hands paused on Sam's heaving tits, paralyzed with surprise and a bit of fear. She was staring down the length of the biggest dick she'd ever seen, quite possibly the biggest dick in the world. Would it even fit into her mouth? Sam had been able to pull it off, but Anna was suddenly doubtful of her ability. Despite her hesitance, the meaty cock's hypnotic effect pulled her slowly forward. She felt her mouth opening, her plump lips stretching wider and wider. The taste of his cock and Sam's saliva was intoxicating, and she slurped at it with her tongue, eager for more. It seemed it would be impossible to swallow as she opened as wide as she could, her lips not quite engulfing the fat head, which already filled her entire mouth. The experience mad her head spin, the thought of it splitting her pussy making her drip. Unable to take it into her throat, she contented herself by swirling her tongue around the sensitive head.

Sam whines softly as the cock popped from her lips and was fed into Anna's, depriving her of that delicious flavor and intoxicating fullness. She looked up to her father and whined softly. "Daddy~, I wanted you to come down my throat!" she pouted, turning to lick along the shaft on her cheek, the tip of her dexterous organ tracing the tracks of the veins on the shaft that fed into Anna's mouth. It just wasn't the same... She cast her gaze down and it fell upon Aiko as she smothered herself in Rich's big, beefy balls. A erotic thrill ran up her spine. She bent at the waist, Anna's hands falling free of her generous tits, and slid into position next to Aiko. She gave the normally shy girl a grin and lolled out her tongue, tasting the distilled masculine musk that had so enchanted both their senses. She let out an involuntary moan, and dove further forward, slurping and kissing at her daddy's balls, leaving a little black kiss print on the beefy ball.

Aiko surfaced slightly out of her trance as Sam arrived next to her, sucking on one hefty ball with wanton lust. Not quite enough to let her shame kick in once more, but enough that she could see beyond those hypnotic balls. She watched as Sam started to lick and kiss the orbs, and soon found herself sneaking her tongue out to sample the flavor of his cum-factories. It was like a smack in the face, it was so intense! They tasted even better than they smelled, salty and delicious. Her voice let out a tiny whimper of desire as she fell upon the orbs, licking, kissing , and sucking at each hanging fruit in turn. They were too big to take into her mouth but she desperately spit-polished each orb, needing more and more of the intoxicating flavor. Seeing a dry spot on the other ball, she couldn't stop herself as she fell on it, too, hungrily slurping until her tongue met Sam's. The two girls hesitated at the shock of the unexpected contact, their eyes meeting over their salty snack for a long moment, but soon went at it with greater zeal. Their tongues flicked at each other's as they met around the edges of the ball. Their lips strained wider around the ball, each one swallowing a hemisphere until, at last, their lips met. They each let out a moan as they french-kissed around the superior sperm-factory, using their tongues to push the ball from one mouth to the other and back, sucking hard. 

Diamond's mind swam with the taste and size of the beast as she sucked and kissed at it. It filled her mind entirely, dominating her thoughts, reshaping her thinking around it's sheer immensity. It was just. Too. Big. She began to half-moan and half-gasp out fragments of thoughts as she paid her affections to the superior dick. "God..." she breathed out, punctuating the thought with a long, sloppy lick of his length. "Ohh, this is so wrong..." She added, planting a wet kiss on an intersection of veins. "This fucking cock..." She moaned before pushing forward, stretching her lips as far as they could go around it, sucking as much as possible at once. "It's too big!" she panted, then ran her tongue all up it's length, root to tip, barely stopping short of the head and Anna's straining lips. "This giant white cock..." she moaned out. "I can't..." she placed a trail of kisses along a particularly bulging vein. "I need it..." she finally whimpered, dragging her lips up and down it.




Daddy's Home Ch. 04



Rosa was too occupied with her task to hear, let alone pay attention to Diamond's babbling. Every time her mouth came in contact with Rich's monstrous cock, it was like a shock went through her. A thrill that rolled through her spine and made her dripping snatch ache with ever-growing desire. She sucked, kissed, licked and slurped at the monster, lavishing her attentions on every inch of it's veiny length she could reach. It was almost too good to be real. Her mind was filled with thoughts of nothing but that perfect cock. She needed release. Her hand roamed south over her smooth stomach, prying into her bikini bottoms and digging into her aching snatch, her thumb flicking over her clit to thoughts of what that pussy-pounder would do to her soon. It was just too huge, no normal man was anywhere close to his size. There had to be special about him, about his perfect cock, something beyond normal men... It was almost... divine.

The eager assault of five separate mouths working at once was just too much for him to take for long. Every touch of lips or tongue drove him closer and closer to the edge, to the point of no return. He gritted his teeth, the tendons in his neck standing out as he held back the flood with all his strength. He knew there wasn't much time left. His hand came down and seized the weapon by the root, gripping tightly around the base, the shaft throbbing angrily as it swelled with blood, release denied almost painfully as it pulled away from Anna, Diamond, and Rosa. Aiko and Sam barely noticed, too absorbed in their ball-sharing makeout session, until he took a half-step back, the pendulous plum popping free and breaking their trance. He looked down to the quintet and growled out the order, clearly straining to hold it in at all. "Line up and open your mouths!"

The girls shivered at the power and authority in his voice, and quickly obeyed, rearranging themselves into a line, faces and mouths presented eagerly to receive his offering. He leveled the fearsome weapon at the girls and relaxed his grip, his large hand stroking up and down the spit-slick member in a blur, the fat head glistening and purple, inches from their faces. He let out a long, deep groan as his apple-sized balls pulled up tight to his shaft, preparing to disgorge their contents. For a half-second, there was nothing, the sticky sauce still working it's way up the length of his monster. Then all it once it came on like a firehose, a thick deluge of hot, potent spunk that hung in the air for a moment before splattering onto each girl's features. Each rope of cream was thick as a pencil and left crazy zig-zagged patterns on their faces, splattering the thick, creamy spunk onto each girl's skin. Each blast was like a dozen normal men put together, laying in sticky streamers across eyelids, noses, and lips, some landing directly in the girls' open mouths, others went a bit wild and landed in hair, onto necks, or even in the valleys of their cleavage. The scent and taste filled their senses, the heat and weight of each blast illustrating just how potent it was. 

Sam eagerly gulped down what landed in her mouth, the familiar flavor calling back memories of the first time, which seemed so long ago now, and the four hours of incredible sex that had followed. She grinned through her mask of cum, her tongue running over her obsidian lips to catch those stray dollops near enough to reach, before starting to wipe her face properly, the spunk making her makeup smudge in the process.

Aiko's body shuddered in silence, her jaw hanging open with his pearly spunk still on her tongue, eyes rolled up as she experienced an untouched orgasm. The smell, the intense, salty taste, the heat and texture on her skin, it was just too much. Her mind shut down, and she let out a strangled whimper as his thick seed slid down her virgin throat. As the climax ebbed away and she was left with the afterglow, she found herself hungrily licking her lips clear of cream, her hands coming up to her face to bring more of the intoxicating cream to her hungry mouth. She sucked each digit clean one by one, hungry for more, until she'd run out entirely.

Anna was still for a long moment, not sure if he was quite done or not, before she started to move to clean herself. She spat the dollops on her tongue into a cupped hand, wiping a streamer from one eye with a finger before realizing she had nowhere to wipe it off. A drop fell from her chin, landing on the freckled expanse of her tits, and she smirked. That would do, she thought as she started to wipe fingerfuls of sticky cream from her features onto her breasts, saving the creamy sensation as she rubbed it into her pale flesh.

Diamond's dark skin sharply contrasted with the oceans of baby-batter that he'd dumped all over her face. She was in a daze for a long moment before she realized she was absently rolling his thick cum around her mouth with her tongue, like she was savoring some expensive dessert. She quickly moved to spit, but found she too had nowhere to deposit it. Reluctantly, she swallowed. As she started to wiped down her features she couldn't stop the thought that Rich's tasted better than Martin's. she never swallowed for Martin, and he was her boyfriend. What was wrong with her?

Rosa moaned aloud as she finished fingering herself to orgasm, pinching her swollen clit and twisting her fingers in her depths. She'd gotten close before the lineup, and the sensations of his creamy cum blasting onto her face was enough to put her right on the edge, close enough to set herself off with a quick maneuver. She moaned around her mouthful of cum, and as the pleasure faded she swallowed like it was a precious gift. As she started to clean her face, she couldn't help but notice a rope of cum had gone wild and completely soaked her little gold cross, the metal completely obscured under the spunk.

Rich smiled as his afterglow abated, his vision returning as the girls cleaned themselves off. With his hand still on his cock, he took a moment to milk the last few drops of ball-batter from his shaft. Sam eagerly leaned forward, wrapping her lips around the eyelet and sucking out every last drop from the steel-hard shaft of her daddy's cock, looking him in the eyes as she did. He rested his hand on her head affectionately before pulling away once more, casting his gaze to the girls before him. "Now... Who's going to be first?" He grinned, his cock giving an approving throb as he surveyed his options. "How about..."



Daddy's Home Ch. 05



Ch. 05: The Shy One

Disclaimer: All characters are 18 or older.

Before Rich now stood a scene so intensely erotic and so improbable that most people would call it 'too unrealistic' in all but the cheesiest of pornos. Five barely legal teenage sluts, all of different descriptions and bearing different appeals, his own daughter among them, all covered in gallons of his thick cum after an intense five-on-one blowjob. And now he was faced with a choice, a choice that every man has fantasized about at least once in their life, a choice very few would ever be able to make. He smiled, looking over the buffet of teenage sex before him. "Now... Who's going to be first?"

Each girl before him was astonishingly beautiful, the sort of beauties that a man might brag about for the rest of his life, an indulgence that few would be able to experience even once. His sweet little girl, Samantha, not quite so innocent in his eyes anymore, with hypnotically alluring, glossy black pouty and talented lips. The devoted one, Rosa, her hourglass figure still softly trembling as the last vestiges of a powerful orgasm faded to afterglow, her fingers still teasing out the last of it from her sensitive folds. The proud one, Diamond, with an amazonian body and a mind-boggling ass, wrapped in dark chocolate skin that contrasted sharply against his pearly load on her features. The wild one, Anna, with bright copper locks and tits that could only be called 'epic', with a dirty mouth that always knew what buttons to push. And finally, the shy one, Aiko, a petite Japanese beauty with a tight, toned body and what looked to be a fixation with his seed, her body still softly shivering as she eagerly lapped his ball-batter from her face and hands.

"How about... he began, looking thoughtful. The choice was certainly a challenge... but there was one he knew he had to take first. "Aiko." He announced. At the mention of her name, Aiko looked up, blinking as though she was snapping out of some sort of trance. She looked confused for a moment, then realized what she had just been doing. Her face turned nearly crimson, and she looked almost like she would panic. But then another realization hit her, that she'd been picked. Her eyes widened and she looked up at the man towering over her, confusion and surprise on her face. "...Me?" She managed to squeak out softly, her voice barely a whisper, heart pounding in her chest with anticipation and fear.

Rich smirked. "Yes, you." He confirmed with a nod, stepping closer and offering her a strong hand to help her to her feet. The other girls felt pangs of disappointment as they realized they were to be left behind. Some were understanding, some envious, some completely surprised by their own reaction to the news. Aiko could only kneel there, staring blankly at the offered hand. She could hardly believe it was happening, she couldn't even reach out for it, for fear that it all would be revealed to be some kind of dream or hallucination, that he would pop like a soap bubble and she'd know that none of it was real.

The silent moment wore on for a beat. And another. And another. Seeing her hesitance, Rich smiled and hook his head. Swiftly, he dropped into a crouch, wrapping his massive arms around her stunned form and scooping her up in a bridal carry, an arm behind her shoulders and beneath her knees. Aiko's face stayed flushed at he effortlessly lifted her off the floor and returned to his feet, barely managing a wordless squeak as she looked up at him in awe. He smiled down to her. "No time to waste, milday, there's much fun to be had." He chuckled, and swiftly carried her off, mounting the stairs two-by-two and making hiw way to the guest room.

He quickly hip-checked the door open and bore her inside, nudging the light switch with an elbow. It wasn't the fanciest room in the house, certainly, with simple furniture and bare walls, but it was clean and it would certainly satisfy for the moment. The girls often used the room for extra beds during their almost-weekly sleepovers, so it was familiar ground for the both of them. He swiftly crossed the room in a handful of long strides, and gently deposited the still-speechless teen on the edge of the bed before turning and shutting the door. Aiko was still stunned by how quickly everything was happening, thoughts drowned in a churning sea of shame, fear, anticipation, and desire, which was not helped by the view of Rich crossing the room again, his naked, muscular frame moving with confidence and strength, his foot-and-a-half cock swinging side to side with the movement of his hips, like some lewd divining rod leading him toward her.

Somewhat to her surprise, and perhaps a bit to her disappointment, Rich didn't simply push her down to the mattress and ravage her, instead, he carefully sat himself next to her on the edge of it. He made no move beyond that, a moment of silence filling the air before he spoke. "So... Aiko. Before... before anything more happens. I want to be sure you're okay with... well, all this." He said, gesturing vaguely, his tone serious once again. "I know you agreed to it before, but I also know you're not... not a very forceful girl. I want to be sure you're actually fine with this, and not just being dragged along by peer pressure. If you're not comfortable with anything, kissing, touching, oral, sex, wherever you want to draw the line... All you have to do is let me know, and I'll respect it. Nobody's gonna force you to do anything you're not comfortable with." He spelled out, trying to be as clear as possible. He gave a wry smirk and straitened up, resting a hand on his chest, looking as formal and snooty as one could while entirely naked and sporting a titanic erection. "I'm nothing if not a gentleman." He said, in a somewhat silly tone, trying to put her at ease a bit.

When he finished speaking, Aiko could only look up to him, her expression a mixture of awe and intense affection. She had to look away, gathering her thoughts. She swallowed, as though that would make the words come easier. "Th-thank you, Mr. Johnson... I'm glad you're worried about me. B-but, I'm okay." She replied, looking up to him once again, giving a small, reassuring smile. "I-I'm just a little... nervous, I guess." She elaborated, her eyes downcast once again. "I keep... I keep thinking this has to be some... some sort of dream. Like... like I'm going to touch you and you'll just disappear and I'll wake up knowing... knowing none of this could actually happen to me..." She tried to explain, her voice quivering as she spoke the last words. She looked up to him once again. "I... I wanted something like this for... for so long... W-well, not exactly like this... I mean, it was just us two in my... fantasy... And we were married..." She realized what she'd confessed to and her face flushed once again.

He gave a sly smile, leaning closer to her. "Oh really? Married, huh? Sounds like quite a crush." He commented, which only made her blush brighter, eyes once more averting to stare into the floor. She gave a barely-perceptible nod after a moment of silence. His grin grew wider. He wasn't quite sure why, but he was enjoying her reactions immensely. Her embarrassment made her cuter, and he couldn't help but be tempted to tease her more. That would be cruel, though. His smirk softened to a warm smile, and he reached out, putting one finger gently under her chin and steering it toward him. "Well, it would be a shame to disappoint such a beautiful girl after such a long wait." He whispered softly, and leaned forward. 

Their lips net, gently at first, just a chaste kiss. Slowly, he intensified their contact, tilting his head and parting his lips slightly. His tongue soon probed forward, tasting her cherry-glossed lips, then parting them and invading her mouth. His strong arm wrapped around her body, hand coming to rest on her waist, and pulling her body against his powerful frame. The kiss swiftly grew more and more intense, his tongue coiling around hers, his strong and confident while hers was tender and shy. The kiss seemed to go on forever.

When their lips parted, both paused for a moment, panting to catch their breath, faces just inches apart. "So, how do I compare to your imagination?" He asked with a grin. 

Still a bit flushed, she shook her head slightly. "N-no comparison Mr. Johnson." She replied.

"Now, you can't call me Mr. Johnson after all that. Call me Rich." He offered.

She shook her head more firmly. "Oh, no, I-I couldn't..." She objected.

"Well, you can't call me Mr. Johnson all night, I already feel like an old man compared to you girls." He replied. 

She shook her head again, the idea of referring to him by his name somehow incredibly embarrassing, causing the flush of her cheeks to intensify. 

He thought for a second, and a wicked joke occurred to him. "Well, you can call me Rich, or you can call me Master." He declared.

There was a moment of silence, her cheeks still burning as she looked down the ground. Then she opened her lips and out came possibly the two most arousing words she could have at that moment. "...Yes, master." Her voice was barely a whisper, but he heard it loud and clear, and the sound of it sent a thrill running down his spine, a rush of power. He may have been joking, but the sound of it was undeniably exciting. He should tell her he had been joking... but he no longer wanted to. This might become addictive...

He leaned in again, once more lifting her chin to look at him, and kissed her again, even more forceful this time, more dominant. He drove his tongue forward and filled her mouth with the muscle, savoring her taste, their lips pressed tightly together. The hand around her back held her tight, and was soon joined by it's twin, the large palm coming to rest on the bare skin of her smooth, toned stomach. He felt her core tense slightly at the unexpected contact, the tight muscles firming under his warm touch, the distinct impression of her abs on the heel of his hand. Slowly, he caressed her soft, unblemished skin, his fingertips easing up under the hem of her blue tank-top, venturing further north with each movement. Her muscles slowly relaxed as she grew accustomed to the touch, her body melting into his grasp and her lips surrendering to his kiss.

Taking that as his cue, his hand made a bold venture up beneath the fabric, forefinger and thumb just barely grazing the tender slope of her perfectly perky breasts. They were just as they appeared, the surface buttery-soft and tender, but firm and springy beneath. Judging by the tiny whimper she released into the kiss, they seemed quite sensitive, too. His hand made a brief retreat back down to her smooth belly while their tongues continued to tangle lustily, letting her prepare for the next touch. Slowly hand headed north again, fingers gently tracing along the base of those irresistible breasts, even his large hands insufficient to the titanic task. This time the hand lingered, and gave a gentle squeeze, and he drank in the soft moan she released, and felt her tender skin break into goosebumps. He smiled, softly.

His hand continued to delicately explore that perfect swell of teenage tit-flesh, gently cupping the full orb in his strong hand. He felt their weight, their flawless curves, his fingers slowly closing in toward the sensitive peaks. Each new movement provoked a new whimper and the occasional wiggle from the petite teen. Their lips parted quietly, her eyes remaining closed as she panted and whimpered under his tender touches. She made no move to stop him as he explored freely under the light fabric of her tender tank top. Finally, his questing digits closed on that pinnacle of pleasure, thumb and forefinger capturing her hardening nipple between them, gently tugging and rolling the little bead. Aiko was taken aback by the sudden intensity of the sensation. Her eyes snapped open, and she gasped, barely able to believe how powerful it was, it was so completely different from when she touched herself.

Rich grinned as his hand remained on that swiftly-blossoming bud. He gave it a gentle squeeze, watching her face as she let out a soft moan, blushing intensely. He was having too much fun teasing her. "Do you like that?" He asked, punctuating the question with a tiny tweak.

"Y-yes!" She yelped almost instantly.

He tweaked again, more sharply this time, still grinning. "Yes who?"

"Yes, M-Master!" She responded, biting her lip to hold back another moan. She wasn't quite sure why she had responded so quickly, or even how she had known what to say. This was all strange to her...

"Good girl." He praised her. He couldn't seem to stop himself from teasing her, or enjoying it quite so much. Something about her begged for this sort of treatment, and the rush of authority resonated with him.

He shifted his hand, pulling away from her nipple suddenly. She looked to him, somewhat confused and perhaps a bit... disappointed? But his reasoning was soon revealed as he began to lift the light material of her top with his wrist. His mouth practically watered at the perfectly perky peaks came into view. Her soft, tan skin looked almost golden in the light, the flawless, cantaloupe-sized mounds capped by small, dark areolae, the hard nipples jutting proudly from those gravity-defying swells. The hypnotic breasts rose and fell softly with her quickening breath. Her hands came up to cover her burning blush, her forearms attempting to hide her nipples, but only serving to flatten the orbs, making them look even larger as they bulged around her slender limbs. He couldn't help but grin at the reaction, and released her top, the fabric pooling on the shelf of her impeccable tits.

He moved off the bed to stand in front of her. He lifted his hands up, wedging them between her forearms and slowly prying them apart to reveal her face, hands going forward to cradle her jaw gently. He smiled as he looked into her eyes. "Don't be embarrassed. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You're beautiful." He told her, sounding sincere. He gently pulled her face forward and leaned in, planting another kiss. As their lips locked, he pushed forward slightly, easing her back onto the bed, coming with her to hover over her petite frame, his powerful body looming above her.

When their lips parted this time, he gave her another reassuring smile and a tender peck on the lips. Then another peck, on her chin. His breath was hot on her neck as he kissed along her jawline, into the cradle of her neck. His tender touch tickled a bit, provoking a wiggle from the tiny teen. He kept moving down neck, tracing along the collarbone. He pushed the tank top up, carrying through the motion to help her pull the garment off entirely. She was entirely topless now, but she was barely embarrassed, too focused on the trail of kisses that now moved to her chest, the valley between her mammoth mounds. He placed a spiraling track of kisses on the slopes of her tender tit, ascending the mountain of flesh to pause just barely shy of the tender peak. He moved away, leaving only a waft of hot breath on the aching nipple as he moved to the other peak, repeating the spiraling track. His lips followed through this time, after only a moment of delay, first planting a tender kiss, then a teasing flick of the tongue, then pulling it between his lips and giving it a soft suck. Aiko was now whimpering and moaning almost constantly, her tight little frame squirming uncontrollably under the assault.

He only reluctantly pulled away from his treat after a few long moments, giving the bud a parting flick with his tongue as he moved. She panted quietly, her smooth stomach and perfect peaches rhythmically rising and falling as she struggled to recapture her breath. He wasn't going to let her though, and he swiftly descended on the other tit, taking a moment to tease the hard nipple with the tip of his tongue, swirling it around that sensitive bead.

He paused in his ministrations for a moment, looking up to her face. "Ever had anything like this before?" He prompted, eager to see the innocent girl's reactions.

She silently shook her head, eyes on his.

His teeth grazed her nipple sharply, drawing a sharp moan from her. "Speak up. And say it clearly." He chided.

"N-no, Master. Nobody. Nobody's ever... touched me, like this... no boys have even seen my... my boobies" She clarified. She was confused once again. Why had she told him all that? She hadn't even thought, she'd just... obeyed. 

Rich smirked. His hand came up, gently cupping and massaging the breast he'd tasted first. He felt an odd compulsion to keep pushing. "Boobies?" He asked, shaking his head. "No, these beautiful breasts are way too big and sexy to be boobies." He informed her, dragging his tongue over her hard areola while kneaded her opposite mound. "These are tits. Hot. Naughty. Sexy. Tits." He punctuated each word with a flick of his tongue over her sensitive nipple. "Understand?"

She nodded silently, which drew a sharp pinch from Rich, and swiftly corrected herself. "Y-yes Master." She squeaked.

He pulled his hand and lips away for a moment. "What are they?"

"T-tits, Master." she replied.

"And what would you like me to do with these sexy tits?" he asked, blowing across an achingly hard nipple. 

Aiko whimpered, before squeaking out "...T-touch them, Master..."

He playfully cupped his ear, miming deafness. "What was that?"

She bit her lip, and repeated, louder. "T-touch them, Master!"

He smirked. "Well, that's not how you ask for something. Ask nicely."

Aiko's nipples burned with desire. "P-please, Master, touch my naughty tits! Please!" She begged, desperation in her voice.

"Good girl." He whispered as he lowered his head, taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. His free hand kneaded her other tit firmly, almost hard enough to hurt. Aiko's back arched involuntarily, pushing her perfect mounds up into his mouth, begging for more. He was not one to disappoint. He pulled back his lips, sucking her mound hard enough to pull it out, almost cone-shaped, before it popped from his lips. At it sprang back he pounced on it once again, capturing it gently between his teeth and lashing it this way and that with the tip of his tongue. Her eyes went wide. The sudden intensity of the attack was incredible, but something was.. strange. 

She felt pressure building inside her, almost like... But no, that couldn't happen. Something had to be wrong. She tried to find the words to ask him to slow down, but her voice was stolen by the waves rolling out from her nipples. She lifted her hand, pushing at his granite shoulders, but she was too weak and he was immovable. And then it was too late to stop it. It felt like an explosion that rolled through her breasts and out to fill her entire body, an electric shock that made her every muscle dance. Her body writhed and her mouth opened, eyes wide as a high-pitched squeal, loud enough to be heard all through the house, forced itself out her throat. It was... pleasure, but pleasure so intense it almost hurt, burning through her nerves as she trembled in it's grip. She shook and shivered even as Rich pulled away from her nipples, looking down on her writhing form.

As the most intense part ebbed away, she was left panting on the bed, her breasts visibly throbbing as they bobbed with her breathing, nipples so achingly sensitive that the movement of the air across their peaks made them tingle. Rich's cock bobbed with his pulse after witnessing that erotic display, mouth dry. "That was... Intense." He commented, somewhat surprised, but his face resolved to a smile after a few moments. 

"I've never seen a girl cum with her tits before." He grinned, leaning forward to once more hover over her limp form. "Very sexy."

Aiko looked confused. "I...I came?" She blinked. It certainly felt like one, but... very different too. "I didn't know I could... with my boobies..." she muttered, still stunned.




Daddy's Home Ch. 05



Rich pursed his lips and blew across her oversensitive nip, making her whimper. "What do you call them?"

"T-tits, Master." She responded almost instantly. 

"Good girl." He smiled. "And what did master make you do?"

She gulped. "M-Master made me... Made me cum, with my... my tits." She managed, struggling to force out the naughty words, but each one made her body tingle as it left.

"Good girl." Rich smiled. He lowered his head once again, planting more kisses along the golden-tan skin of her tight little abs. His hand came to rest on her soft thigh. As his lisp moved south, trailing kisses, the hand moved north, caressing the inner thigh as they made their way to meet in the middle. He face was still flushing brilliantly as his fingertips slipped up under the hem of her skirt. She would have covered it, but resisted the urge, digging her fingertips in the sheets and balling her fists, eyes watching his movements intensely. Part of her wanted to stop him, not to let him see her private place, believing it would just be too embarrassing. But a new part made her hold her tongue and let him do what he wanted, wanting so badly to be a good girl for him... for her Master. 

With no objection, his hand continued north, tenderly caressing her inner thigh, his warm hand on her tender skin. As his trail of kisses reached her skirt, he looked up, lingering with his lips just above the band of the skirt, his eyes meeting hers through the valley of her heaving mounds. She could do nothing but look into those eyes, but she felt herself give a tiny nod, unbidden. He pulled away and climbed off the bed, getting down to kneel on the floor. Taking hold of her hips, he pulled her closer until her rear was planted on the edge of the mattress. His hands moved swiftly, unzipping her skirt and sliding it down off her legs to pool on the floor, revealing an adorable pair of panties. They were soft and white, hugging her somewhat slender hips, with a frilled, lacy band and a tiny pink bow front and center, just barely above the sizable, and still growing, patch of wetness between her legs. Rich simply grinned, and Aiko's fists tightened in the sheets, letting her head fall back, unable to look at his face out of shame. 

Gently, he urged her thighs further apart with his hands, his touch gentle and reassuring on her soft skin. He began by trailing kisses along her inner thighs, up one until his lips just brushed the edge of the fabric covering her innocent slit. But as her hips wiggled with anticipation almost too great to contain, he pulled away, repeating on the other thigh. Her body was already sensitive from her earlier climax, the teasing was entirely unnecessary, but he couldn't help but savor her reactions and impatience. He rewarded her patience with one kiss, this one directly on the wet spot spreading between her legs, the thin, wet fabric doing nothing to insulate her from the intense sensation of direct contact. She whimpered, and he grinned.

Taking hold of her legs, he shifted, pulling her legs up until her knees were on his shoulders, his arms wrapping around to take hold of her narrow hips. He knew she would need a lot of preparation, and he was swiftly losing his patience, so he wasted no time. He planted another kiss on the fabric, his lips open a little more, his tongue slipping out once to sample her sweet, virginal juices. He dragged it from the base of her slit to the peak, lashing out as he finished to flick at her clit. Her hips jumped at the sudden sensation, and he couldn't help but chuckle, she was so responsive. An idea struck him, and he grinned. He snaked his hand up, around her hip and down into the vee of her thighs, until his fingertips found that tiny little ribbon-bow. Pinning it beneath his digit, he pushed it down, just a bit, until it was seated right above her swiftly-swelling clit. He ground it down on her pleasure button in tiny circles, the hard little knot amplifying the sensation of his finger. She gasped and squirmed under the intensity of the pleasure assaulting her mind, but he stayed atop his target, her movements serving only to grind herself into the knot harder. 

She moaned and whimpered constantly now, her soft voice growing louder as the assault continued, head swinging side to side. It was too much to handle, but she didn't want it to stop. Rich grinned over her now-dripping slit, thoroughly enjoying her reactions as he teased her tender clit and lapped at her sensitive folds. But this contact wasn't enough for him. He couldn't resist the real thing. He released the little ribbon and hooked a finger in the leg-hole of the panties and pulled aside, baring her juicy peach to his hungry eyes. Her sweet slit was a perfect pink, shimmering with her wetness and softly twitching with her arousal. She tried to bury her face into her shoulder with embarrassment, but managed to resist releasing her grip to cover her face. Much to her shame, she'd never grown hair down there, leaving her completely exposed, naked to his eyes. He slid a thumb down to one outer lip and gently pulled her open wider, eyes exploring her tender folds, even catching a glimpse of the unbroken hymen deep within. 

He licked his lips at the sight before him. "Mmm, now that is a pretty kitty." He commented.

Aiko's face burned. "K-kitty, master?" She was raised to call it her 'privates', but even she had seen enough porn to know most people called it a 'pussy'.

"That's right. See, this bald little pink slit is too innocent to be a pussy. You're a special case, too sexy for boobies, but not experienced enough for a pussy." He explained. He let his tongue slip out to taste the source directly, dragging over an inner lip slowly. 

She whimpered. "Yes, master... my kitty..."

"Of course... once I'm done stretching you, it'll be ready to be made into a pussy. Master's pussy. Would you like that? You want your Master to stretch your little kitty and fill you up?"

Her mind raced with lewd images of being filled and stretched with Rich's enormous member., and she found herself answering. "...Yes, Master." She breathed.

"Louder. And say it clearly." He ordered.

"Master, I... I want you to make me... ready..." She responded, whimpering.

"Beg."

Her eyes opened at that, looking to Rich with a bit of surprise. His tone was strong and commanding, and he looked at her, his face serious. She couldn't believe what he was asking. To actually beg for it was... too much... Or was it? She swallowed. She felt something welling inside her. "...P-please, Master... Make my kitty ready... Please, stretch me, Master, make me ready for you! R-ready to be... filled! Ready to be fucked! I need you inside me, Master, please, I beg you!" She spoke, each new plead coming faster, her voice more desperate. She couldn't have stopped it, even if she'd tried, she needed to say it like a drowning man needed air, and she wasn't even sure she wanted to stop it.

His stern expression faded into a smile. "Good girl."

With those two words, he descended on her sweet slit, lavishing each wrinkle and fold with licks and tender, sucking kisses. He traced the tip of his tongue in wide loops, first around her outer lips, then her inner lips, then around the entrance to her hole. His nose ground into her clit with each pass. She threw her head back, back arching as a ragged moan poured from deep inside her. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. His tongue spiraled deeper into her, first around the entrance, then just within, then pushing deeper and deeper with each rotation, exploring untouched depths of her virgin hole. Her hips bucked and squirmed uncontrollably at the novel sensation of penetration. She'd never experienced anything like it before, she'd never even put a finger into herself, and Rich's hot, flexible tongue was driving her wild in new and fantastic ways.

As his questing tongue reached her hymen, he paused, pulling back, not wanting to break through just yet. She let out a disappointed whimper, the pleasure fading as he pulled free, placing a parting kiss on her tender hole. She didn't know why he would just stop like that. His hand left her hip and her curiosity only grew. He rose up, planting a kiss right on her sensitive clit as his fingers came up to seek out the entrance to her tender hole. At first, one probing finger delved into her, wiggling slightly as it pushed deeper into her, up to the second knuckle. Her virgin hole gripped even one finger, he had to wonder if he'd even be able to open her up enough to take his shaft..

The first digit was soon joined by a second, tentatively at first, slowly easing her open wider and wider. The two rolled and wormed and soon they were thrusting into her, hooked at the second knuckle, so as to keep their thrusts from going deep enough to tear her. The velvet vice gripped his knuckles, the stretching sensation new, the plain of it tempered by the pleasure of being filled and the anticipation of what was to come. Tension began to grow deep in her core, a familiar sensation as his lips and tongue sucked and flicked at that tender bead of pleasure. Her moans grew louder with each passing moment, her tiny entrance gripping around his digits.

As she grew accustomed to the intruders, their passage became easier and easier. He knew what came next would inevitably sting, but it had to be done. A third finger came up, and began to work its way into her. Her moans were soured with whimpers at the sudden stretching. It was starting to sting a little more intensely, but the pain was all bu forgotten as Rich renewed his assault on her clit. His tongue swirled tight, forceful circles around the aching bead, the waves of pleasure washing over the pain of the stretching digits as they worked into her entrance.

She could feel the tension inside her building up faster under his talented tongue-work, and he could see she wouldn't be able to last too much longer under his assault. He worked quickly, his pinky coming up, ready to drive into her, and leaned forward. He pushed the last digit forward, and just as the shock made her gasp, captured her clit with his lips and sucked sharply, his tongue continuing to flick over the very tip of it, inside his mouth. The pain and pleasure blurred together and she let out a long, wavering wail of unmistakable pleasure as the tension exploded through her entire body. Her thighs gripped tight around Rich's head as her body locked up, back arching, driving her pussy harder against Rich's face, his assault on her clit driving the pleasure higher and higher as it crashed through her body. Her fists pulled hard at the sheets, nearly yanking them from the bed as the pleasure burned through her nerves, more intense than any before. It went on for what felt like ages, slowly fading as Rich began to ease off on her clit, guiding her back to earth.

As the crashing waves of pleasure ebbed away, she was left helpless on the bed, twitching periodically as the last sparks of her orgasm rolled through her body. A blanket of soft, tingling afterglow settled over limp form, feeling her with a warm, soothing comfort. She could barely move, too weak to do anything but lay there and savor the feelings. Rick planted a tender kiss on her outer lip as he pulled his fingers free of her juicy slit, a spark of pleasure racing from her oversensitive slit to her brain, prompting a whimper.

He rose to his feet, towering over her prone form. The light behind him, Aiko only saw him as an impenetrable wall of sculpted muscle, a monument to masculinity. His thick, meaty obelisk jutted proudly from his hips, marbled by bulging veins. It was an intimidating pillar of angry, red-purple flesh, even harder than when he'd started, and it pulsed in time with his thunderous heartbeat. The flared, fist-sized crown glistened with clear, sticky precum. She stared for a long moment, swallowing nervously, before tearing her eyes away to look up into his face, her own features a mix of awe, fear, lust, excitement, with a deep affection underneath it all. She knew what was coming next. 

"...Please fuck me, Master." She breathed out, the words coming naturally to her lips. Needing no further invitation, he leaned forward, reaching out for her. He pulled her into his embrace, his powerful arms encircling her slender frame, her incredible chest flattening into his powerful pecs as he held her tight. He lifted her, effortlessly, from the sheets, hands moving down to her rear as he lifted her upright, supporting her weight. Her arms automatically moved to encircle his shoulders, fingers entwining behind his neck. He was her best friend's father. She'd daydreamed of marrying him for years, of giving him all her firsts, of bearing his children. And now the moment of truth was but moments away. She was afraid, yes, but she wanted this more than anything in the universe.

His weighty, iron-hard shaft pulsed against her, it's length going all the way from her dripping kitty all up her smooth, toned stomach. It was so hot on her skin, like it was going to burn her, but that just made her want it more. She spread her legs wide, wrapping them around his waist, pulling herself tighter against the monster, opening herself as wide s possible for the coming invasion. He took the cue, and began to lift her, slowly, her juices trailing along the red-hot shaft, until she was poised on the tip of it, the purple helmet pulsing eagerly against her pink slit.

He looked into her eyes once again. She seemed to small. It had to be impossible. But there was no way he would be able to stop now, not with the heat and wetness of her virgin pussy on the tip of his invading shaft. She swallowed, and gave a tiny nod. His arms flexed, muscles rippling with incredible power as he pushed, driving her hips down onto the beastly rod. Her hairless slit stretched, slowly spreading around the helmet, her prepared entrance barely able to accommodate his girth. She felt herself opening wider and wider with each passing moment, biting her lip to silence a whimper of pain. It was wider than before, wider than she could have possibly prepared for. There was a moment where her body hesitated, the fat ridge at the edge of his head struggling to enter her. Suddenly, he kissed her, their lips meeting forcefully as his arms redoubled their push. The final bit of resistance gave, and his mammoth meat-log plowed into her, spearing deep into her virgin channel, her maidenhead shredding before his unstoppable cock. She screamed into his mouth as the searing pain lanced through her core, so sudden and intense the pleasure could do nothing to blunt its edge.

The kiss broke, and the two panted, still. The moment lasted for ages. She struggled to make her body adapt to the alien invader, to force herself to relax and let the pain abate. He struggled to hold his drives back, her recently-virgin hole gripping his cock like a vice, twitching and spasming on his length with every ounce of strength in her well-toned core. He barely had a quarter of his length inside her, but already he could hardly believe she'd be able to take any more. Their wills were both tested as time dragged on at a crawl, occasional twitched and throbs drawing whimpers and groans.

Finally, after a seeming eternity, Aiko looked into his eyes and gave another tiny nod. He returned it, and slowly, slowly began to move. He lifted her body up, inching her off the shaft, the sensation of emptiness and the dragging flare of his head on her sensitive walls made her bite her lip, but she said nothing, not willing to give up just yet. His cock retreated until just the head remained inside her gripping entrance. Then he shifted, and pushed down again, boring into her depths, deeper than before, inch by inch. He gritted his teeth, the pleasure of her indescribable tightness too strong to resist for long. When he could push no further, he reversed directions, once more scraping at her walls with his head. Sparks of pleasure began to take the edge off the pain of the invading cock. Then he pushed in again, then out, over and over, each push filling her deeper and more fully than before, each pass the pain softening and the pleasure growing.

It wasn't long before his questing cockhead encountered a more solid obstacle. With little more than half his cock inside her, he struck against a firm barrier. The sensation on his head was immediately recognizable, and he groaned deep in his chest with lust, mirrored by the soft moan from her. The feeling of her sacred depths making her mind flood with lewd thoughts. All the naughtiest fantasies she'd harbored were coming true. Only one remained.

"M-Master, you're so deep..." she whispered, eyes closed. She opened them, staring into his eyes. "I'm... I'm okay now. It doesn't hurt anymore." She assured him. "Master... it's okay, I want it. I-I want you to fill me. Every inch of me. I want you to take my womb. I... I want you... to breed me! I want you to fill me with your seed! Please, master, give me your babies!" She begged, confessing her secret fantasy. 

Rich's cock gave an obvious throb at that thought, his restraint crushed beneath the lewd concept of knocking up the innocent teen, the idea swiftly filling his mind, driving out all other thought. His grip on her tight little rear tightened, holding her in place as he began to saw his hips back. He could no longer muster the control to be gentle, or slow. He drove the beast back into her in a single, unstoppable thrust, nearly ten inches of cockflesh filling her in an instant, the blunt head ramming at the gates to her final paradise. She screamed out in pleasure and pain, unprepared for the sudden intensity, but the sound fell on deaf ears. He couldn't stop himself anymore.

He let loose a primal growl of intense pleasure as he hammered into her relentlessly. He held her in motionless in midair, pounding into her relentlessly, his hips practically a blur. Her head was rolled back, a long, steady moan pouring from her lips, rising in pitch each time his battering ram slammed into the gates of her womb. Every inch of her channel hungrily squeezed and milked at the fat shaft, begging for his rich, fertile seed. But he gritted his teeth against the pleasure. There was only one place to deliver his load, and her barrier held strong. Each blow against the wall made her body twitch and clamp down on the invader, but he wasn't making progress. He knew he didn't have long before he could hold it in no more, and he would not accept defeat.

He took hold of one thigh, prying open her grip on his waist, and breaking her hold on his neck. She was confused for a moment, startled as she began to tip back, no longer able to remain upright. Without holding on. His iron shaft tipped, tilted, but did not bend. As her body came to a stop in midair, she realized with a gasp that he didn't have a hand on her, that her entire wight was supported by his unyielding iron cock. The realization sent a shiver of lust up her spine. He took hold of one of her tender, golden thighs, and lifted, carelessly upending the petite girl. She moaned as he turned her on his cock, spinning around on it like a spit, her entire body not enough to bend the unbreakable shaft. He gave a primal growl, and flexed his hips, levering her upright once more, this time her back against his iron-hard chest, his hands coming down to rest atop her hips, ready to brace her against his thrusts. She trembled in anticipation, and looked down, eyes widening as she realized there was a noticeable bulge in her normally-flat abs. His size was so great, so unrelentingly immense, it reshaped her body around it, turned her into a cock-sleeve for his pleasure. She nearly came with that thought alone.

He wasted no time, feeling the clock running down. He began to thrust once again, his hands pulling her down in time with his thrusts as he plowed into her, his arms bulging, flexing as they pushed her down on his unrelenting piston of unstoppable cock. Each push was more intense than the one before, driving deeper, harder. She screamed and moaned, pleasure and pain blurring together as his cockhead scraped over her g-spot on each thrust before slamming into her cervix. Her tunnel gripped and squeezed at his monster, legs dancing as spasms rolled through her body. His rod throbbed and pulsed desperately, jumping in anticipation of a release long-awaited. Grunts, groans, moans, and screams filled the room, the sounds of their frenzied fucking echoing into the hall.




Daddy's Home Ch. 05



He felt a tiny give against the fat head of his shaft. Not a large one, but enough of one. His grip tightened, and he redoubled his push, pounding into her womb with a frenzy of rapid-fire thrusts deep inside. Suddenly, it gave entirely. His helmeted head pried open the entrance and bulled its way into her most sacred depths. They both gasped at the sensation as he filled her deepest depths with another quarter of his cock, three quarters of his superior shaft seated as deep inside her desperately spasming womb. She watched with awe, lust, and horror as the bulge in her abs got longer, pushing higher still than before. Her last coherent thought was that she was entirely his now, every inch, that no other man would ever be able to match him ever again.

The sensation was too much for both of them. She let loose a howling wail, the most powerful orgasm of her entire life bursting through her body, completely burying her under its intensity. There was no thought, nothing but the intense, burning, white-hot pleasure that flooded her nerves, flashes of light bursting behind her eyes. Her body went rigid, spine arching as her muscles tightened, her legs dangling off the floor, impaled and supported entirely on his unbending shaft. Her pussy came alive, spasms rolling up and down the channel, her womb clamping down just behind the head, of his invader, squeezing so tight he thought he would never be able to pull free. But that wasn't on his mind at the moment as his apple-sized orbs were pulled up tight against his shaft. 

His shaft bucked and jumped as his thick seed coursed up the length of that monster, all the way from the root up to the tip. It fired from the tip like a cannon, blasting rivers of superior, fertile seed deep into her receptive womb, blast after blast of superheated cream. His long delay served only to make his offering even more plentiful than usual, oceans of seed drowning her womb. He let loose a primal bellow as he finally let loose, his hips twitching as each salvo pumped into her. The unyielding grip of her womb served to seal his seed in, his cock a perfect plug for nearly a gallon of creamy baby-batter inside her. The bulge in her belly grew swiftly, larger and larger, until she was swollen with seed, looking nearly three months pregnant in just minutes.

As the searing pleasure of the immense orgasm ebbed away, Aiko's body went nearly limp atop Rich's unflagging shaft, falling back against Rich's chest, her swollen womb radiating warm, soothing pleasure through her body. "Master... I'm so full..." She moaned out, hands trembling as they came up to rest upon her cum-bump. He panted, drained from the powerful climax and the massive load he poured into her still-gripping womb. He wrapped an arm around her as they stood there, relaxing for a long moment. Then he shifted, stepping toward the bed and gently easing the two of them to the bed. She whimpered softly as his movements made her body bounce on his still-hard cock, her oversensitive pussy sending sparks through her body. Delicately, he lay them both down, and slowly began to ease his iron shaft from her spasming snatch. Her womb squeezed around his head as he removed it, resealing itself swiftly, letting only a tiny dribble of his potent spunk escape. She moaned softly as his head scraped over her walls on the way out.

Once it was entirely free, they both rolled over, flopping to their backs, panting with exhaustion. Aiko felt her eyes beginning to close, the trio of climaxes just too much for her to handle all at once. As she felt darkness descending on her, she rested a hand on her cum-filled womb and rolled to look at Rich. "Master... Did I... Did I do good?" She asked, quietly.

Rich looked to her for a moment, somewhat surprised by the question, before he smiled warmly, rolling back to his side and planting a tender kiss upon her lips. "You did great. The best." He assured her as their lips parted.

Aiko smiled, drowsily, laying back completely. As she drifted off to sleep, her mind dwelled on the ocean of cum in her belly, wondering what their kids would be like. She fell asleep picturing strong sons and beautiful daughters. She wondered, vaguely, if her daughters might follow Sam's example, but found, to her surprise, she didn't mind the idea. 

As Aiko drifted to sleep, Rich smiled, planting a final peck on her forehead, a last gesture of affection, before pushing himself up from the bed, slowly rising to his feet with a groan. He took a moment to stretch in the middle of the room, working out the tension in his back. He made a mental note not to try airborne sex again today or his back would regret it tomorrow. He had to pace himself, after all. He grinned. Three more to go. Who should be next?



Daddy's Home Ch. 06



Ch. 06: The Naughty One

Disclaimer: All characters are 18 or older.

The guest room's silver doorknob turned, and the heavy door swung open wide. The scent of pure sex rolled out of the room like fog, freed from it's cage, and poured itself into the hallway, rolling around the legs of the powerful figure that loomed in the door frame. Richard cut an imposing silhouette, with the light behind him, his long shadow falling across the carpet of the hallway and onto the opposite wall, concealing his features in darkness. As he stepped through the portal into the hall, the lighting began to even out, and one could see his thick, powerful slabs of rippling muscle, only further emphasized by the sheen of sweat covering his body. Between his legs swung a fearsome monster, only half-hard and still more than a foot long, struggling to support itself it's own immense weight. The titanic shaft gleamed with the juices of the peacefully slumbering petite teen not fifteen feet behind him, her swollen womb still swimming with a gallon of potent baby-batter. He'd certainly enjoyed their intense fuck, but he shifted his attention to the task at hand, to do the same for three more girls before the day's end. His member lurched with it's approval of the plan. 

He turned for the stairs and began to stride forward, long, confident strides quickly eating up the distance to his next target. He had to admit, he was somewhat curious as to what the girls had all been doing while he was occupied with Aiko. Almost as though to answer his unspoken question, a faint and curious sound met his ears, one he almost recognized. He paused, listening intently for the source of it for a long moment before it came to his ears once again. He turned, his previous haste forgotten as curiosity overtook him, eyes looking on the door to his daughter's room, a sliver of light escaping into the windowless hall through the tiny gap between door and door frame. His brows furrowed as he tried to place the sound he was hearing, it was just too quiet to place it but he knew he recognized it somehow. He reached out, pushing the door open just a little bit wider. A scent rolled out to meet him, a familiar scent, but one just as unrecognizable as that odd sound. Speaking of the sound, it definitely got louder as the door opened. And now there was a new sound, a hum that rose and fell in volume, a rhythmic pulsing. He puzzled at that for a moment, before curiosity got the better of him and he pushed the door open wide enough to stick his head in.

Sam's room was a familiar sight to him, but the intense look was shocking to many when the first laid eyes upon it. Rich was not usually one to approve of extravagant decorating, but his little girl had managed to avoid his usual objections by wearing him down for each piece one at a time. By the time he'd seen it all coming together, he room was already the ultimate goth scene. At first, she'd begged for the paint to redo her walls into their current shade of deep purple, promising to do the painting herself. She'd only asked for his help with the edges, but soon enough he'd taken over the job while she was off at school. Then she'd wanted to redo the ceiling, to black, and this time carried through on her promise to do it herself, only to drip paint on the carpet. Since if needed to be replaced anyway, she'd found just the perfect pattern to do it, a deep, plush black carpet with little purple flowers. Well, they were supposed to be flowers, they really just looked like spots as soon as they got stepped on. Then piece by piece, all her furniture had needed replacing, but she had found a great place that offered trade-ins, and had the most beautiful sets of deep ebony, ornate furniture, for a 'great deal'. He had to admit, the pure black popped out surprisingly nicely against the purple walls. The final piece had been her bed, a massive ebony four-poster bed she'd dug up on the internet, going free to anybody who could come and get it out of some old dead lady's creepy house. She'd made a black mesh canopy for it, and had managed to use the puppy-dog eyes to get him to buy her the purple silk sheets for it. Since then she'd kept adding details, painting black abstract patterns and shapes onto the solid purple walls. All told, it was an impressively dark abode for such a cheerful girl, but she'd always been fond of the goth style for some inexplicable reason. He never really got it, and while he had to admit he wasn't happy about the tricks she pulled to get it, she was his little angel, and he was helpless to do anything but love her. As he glanced around the room, he noted that the closet was open for some reason, all the stuff emptied out of it and piled on either side of it. But what he saw next made him forget his curiosity on that particular point. 

Anna stood at the edge of the bed, her back to him, fully dressed, if one could call that barely-there outfit dressed. She stood out amid the darkness like a beacon, every aspect of her bright against the purple and black. From her shimmering copper hair, her pale, freckle-dusted skin, that tied-up white top, the micro-mini plaid skirt that stopped just short of covering her entire pale rear, to those delectable legs, emphasized by the pure white thigh-high stockings that could in no way be considered to meet up with that skirt, baring a lovely look at her tender, creamy thighs. As his gaze lingered, his eyes took note the her hips were rocking, that tiny skirt lifting and falling in time with the sound of the hum, each movement causing that pale, flawless derriere to wax and wane before his eyes. A sudden movement drew his eyes down, and he finally took note of a second pair of legs, these wrapped in black, lacy stockings, and twitched with each movement of Anna's hips. As the sound came once again, all the pieces fell into place, and a grin spread across his face. That mysterious sound was a whimper he'd heard just the night before, the sound his little girl made when holding back an orgasm. Judging from the volume, she had buried her face in one of her pillows to muffle the noise. The mysterious hum was obvious once he saw the edge of a little black strap on Anna's rear. He couldn't tell what exactly it was, but from what he knew of Anna, it was probably pretty big. And the unfamiliar scent wasn't unfamiliar at all, simply missing a common ingredient. It was the scent of sex, female juices, sweat, and arousal, but without the masculine musk he usually associated with it. It was the smell of girl-on-girl, one he'd never had the chance to enjoy before this moment.

By the time his mind had finished processing the intensely erotic display of womanly passion, his meaty member had once more returned to its full hardness, an unbreakable rod of diamond-hard cock. The fat, gleaming head once more rose skyward, the purple crown atop a pillar of manhood that knew no equal. The shaft pulsed with his heartbeat, the thick veins that supplied the beast straining as they struggled to keep up with the demand. He felt it practically pulling him toward the two of them, like a lewd divining rod, hot on the trail of a well to bore. His smile grew more wicked as he fought back the urge, deciding to play things cool for the moment. He leaned to one side, shoulder against the door frame, his massive arms crossing over his broad chest. He waited for a few seconds, enjoying the sight of that peachy, pale posterior pumping a powerful pulsing prong into perfect pink pussy, than broke his silence by clearing his throat.

The two girls visibly jumped at the sudden noise. Anna twisted her torso to look for the source of the sound, but the awkward angle and the undeniable momentum of her bra-less, basketball-sized tits conspired against her balance. She tipped, her hips twisting instinctively to try to get her legs underneath her, but they weren't fast enough, and she spilled to the ground with an undignified thump, landing sprawled on the plush black-and-purple carpeting. The sudden hip-swing and ensuing fall had mercilessly misused the foot-long, knobby shaft of plastic that still buzzed and wiggled lewdly where it was attached to Anna's hips, and had roughly dragged the bulbous beast from Sam's glistening slit, in turn dragging a ragged, trembling moan from her throat as she came suddenly. Her body shivered for a long moment even as Anna picked herself back up from the spill, eyes wide with panic.

Rich's face betrayed no emotion. "Am I... interrupting something?" He asked sarcastically as he pushed off from the door frame and sauntered into the room, with slow, deliberate steps. Anna looked frightened as she pushed herself up from the ground and struggled to get at the switch to turn off the strap-on vibe. Sam still trembled as she tried to push herself up off the bed, turning to look at her father. "D-Daddy, we were- I just-" She stammered out, nervously, still weak with shocks of pleasure. Rich settled himself down on the bed, holding up a hand for silence. "Don't start. I'm quite upset with you, Sam." He spoke, looking quite stern. Anna began to edge her way toward the door as subtly as possible. Sam's lip trembled. This wasn't how she'd wanted to let him know about how far the two of them had gone, but this wasn't how she'd expected him to react, regardless of how the news broke. Rich's hand rose high suddenly, and his muscles flexed as it came down, delivering a stinging slap to his daughter's rear, right over the strap of her garter, leaving a reddened hand-print on her pale cheek. "Well, envious, really." He explained, dropping his mask of disapproval as his face split into a grin. Sam felt as though a great weight had lifted off her shoulders, and let out a sigh as tension faded away. Anna looked visibly relieved. She'd had a few bad experiences of hooking up with girls who had less progressive parents. Ever since the one family tried to get an exorcism done on her, she'd been a little jumpy about her preferences being discovered. 

Rich cleaned in and planted a soft kiss on Sam's forehead, a moment of pure affection before his hand once more returned to her reddened rear, gently kneading the flesh. "I'm fine with whatever you two want to do with each other, and to be perfectly honest, it's hot as hell to watch. I do have some questions, but they can wait. First things first, I think somebody needs to be punished for not telling me about all this." He grinned wickedly, his fingers creeping down between her thighs, his long digit running over her over-sensitive folds as the last of her orgasm faded away. Sam wiggled under his touch, but was still too weak to move much. "Daddy..." she pouted as the too-sharp sensations shot through her body from her hips. Anna's eyes were now tightly focused on the scene of his thick digits as they teased her trembling pink lips. It was a deliciously naughty view, and the tip of her tongue subconsciously slipped out to wet her own lips. Richard's eyes glanced to Anna. "And I think I know just the girl to help with it..." He commented, gesturing the redhead to come up on the bed. Anna's eyebrows arced in a bit of surprise at the invitation. But surprised as she was, it was a pretty appealing invitation, and she wasn't going to pass on it. She hurriedly unhooked the straps of the strap-on vibrator and cast it aside as she made her way up onto the lavender silk sheets. "With pleasure, 'Master~'." She giggled as her own hand came to rest upon the reddened bubble of Sam's tasty rear. Rich looked curiously at the teen, as his fingers made tiny motions over his daughter's sensitive folds. Sam squirmed under the delicate, teasing touches on her oversensitive slit, letting out whimpers as the merciless teasing continued. Anna simply giggled once more, giving him a knowing grin. "Nothing..."

Somehow, rich wasn't quite convinced, but at the moment, he had bigger things on his mind. As Anna's hand joined his on Sam's plump bubble but, he smirked. He leaned down to Sam's head and whispered hotly into her ear as his finger curled deeper into her tender slit, pushing the digit into her honeypot to the second knuckle. Her back arched as she let out a sharp gasp at the sudden penetration. He grinned wickedly, straightening back up once again, and turning his gaze back to Anna. "Ready to get the punishment started?" He asked. Anna bit her plump pink lip and gave a nod. Rich slowly pulled his invading finger from Sam's trembling snatch and raised it up, the blunt digit glistening with juices, and offered it to the naughty redhead. With a saucy grin, she opened her mouth, pulling the finger into her mouth, her tongue rolling all around it, savoring sam's savory juices as she sucked it clean for Rich. 

Rich let the girl enjoy his finger for a half a moment, steering it around her mouth to let her taste all of it. But when it slipped into her cheek, suddenly, he curled the digit, and pinned the girl's lip between thumb and forefinger. Anna's eyes widened, and rich's grin grew yet more wicked. "Punishment for the naughty little slut who's been fooling around with my little girl, that is." He clarified. With his grip on her cheek, he steered the helpless teen from her seat until she was laying back, keeping her pinned there as Sam pushed herself to her knees and moved over, gathering her wrists one by one. Once that was done, she pulled them up above the redhead's head and pinned them to the sheets there. As he saw the pin complete, he pulled his fingers from her plump lips, freeing her to speak as he looked down upon his new captive with a satisfied smirk.

Anna pouted as the trap was sprung. "No fair~!" she whined, pulling at the pin on her hands. "I guess I should have expected this from you, 'Master'." she added with a little barb of spite. Rich shook his head. "Alright, now I gotta know, what's this about 'master'?" He asked, looking up to his daughter. Sam's face flushed with a bit of embarrassment. "Sorry daddy... I couldn't resist a peek." She confessed, and gave a nod toward the closet. Rich's eyes followed hers, and with a new angle on it, he could see all the way to the back. The stuff had been cleared out of the closet to make a path to the back, the clothes pushed to one side or the other to expose a hidden access panel. The panel was pushed open, just a bit, and on the other side one could see the darkness of the guest room's closet. Anna smirked teasingly. "We saw all~ the good stuff. You're a dirty old man, aren't you, Dick, teasing an innocent little thing like Aiko, making her call you 'master', fucking your own daughter... Makes me wonder what you've got in store for little old me..." she taunted, a glint of eagerness in her eyes.

He leaned in for a moment. "Nice try, but I'm not gonna get distracted that easy. I've gotta pay you back for getting to taste my little girl before me." he commented, reaching forward with a massive hand to cup one massive, pale tit, barely contained by the tight white top. His fingers roamed that enormous mound until the closed upon the thick, hard pebble atop the peak, teasingly pinching and tweaking the sensitive bud and drawing a gasp from the prisoner. He shifted where he sat, throwing a leg over her to straddle her slender waist, kneeling over her prone form as she wiggled helplessly. His hands remained upon those mouth-watering mounds, constantly teasing the sensitive pillows. "Not to mention payback for all those years of teasing me with these huge knockers." He added, punctuating the statement by roughly squeezing those enormous spheres.

Anna giggled slyly. "Why, Dick, I thought you hadn't noticed!" she commented, wiggling her shoulders slightly, the tiny movement translating to an enormous wobble in those mountainous mammaries, making them jiggle alluringly in his hands. "It certainly took you long enough to act on it! How many years have I been wearing those enormous tees to Sam's sleepovers? You remember them, don't you? The ones that are all stretched out, with the neckline that goes so deep, the ones just long enough to fail to cover my panties... so loose that every time I bent over, you could see every~ inch of cleavage..." She recalled, pushing out her chest to jog his memory. "And to think, all it took was one well-placed beer bottle... If I'd known that was all it took, I'd have done it years ago." She added, still smirking.

Rich's mighty shaft pulsed as memories flooded to mind, images of those loose tees, all the teasing that was so obvious in hindsight. Thoughts of lust he'd long repressed in the interest of being a good father. But now, he was free of the restrictions he'd placed on himself, free to act on every erotic fantasy he'd ever struggled to contain. He growled with lust, eyes locked on that deep valley of creamy, freckled cleavage. A grin crossed his features, and one strong hand reached down. He took hold of the knot that bound her top together into the makeshift pushup bra it was at the moment, and pulled it up toward him, his muscles bulging with power. The fabric strained, compressing those bountiful breasts together and creating a perfect channel. He shifted his hips, aiming his monstrous weapon down and thrusting forward, driving the monstrous, meaty shaft into the valley of her tits. It was an incredible sensation, a soft, tight tunnel of flesh, pressing hard around his beastly pole, and he groaned with the pleasure of it.

Anna gave a saucy grin. "Ooh, you like that, huh? You like the feel of my big, juicy titties on that big, fat cock?" She asked, teasingly. Rich grunted an affirmative, pausing for a moment to shuffle his knees forward for a better angle. Anna smirked, rolling her shoulders, making her titanic sweater-puppies wobble wildly against his iron shaft. "Mmmm... You're so hot and thick between my tits... Much bigger than the boys in school." With his new position, he pushed forward once again, driving his monster into the fleshy valley until his churning balls slapped against the lower slopes of her tits and the fat, purple crown pushed free of the chasm, driving forward until it hovered just above her plush, pillowy lips. Her eyes crossed slightly as they tried to focus on the bulbous knob, lips parting wordlessly in surprise. Rich grinned at her stunned silence. "No commentary?" He teased. Anna swallowed. "Nobody's ever gone all the way through... They always get buried..." She breathed out, her words hot on the purple tip, coming forth like she was in a trance. Rich grinned to himself, and flexed, making the beastly log jump between her mounds once before he started to slowly saw the fat shaft through her creamy tits. Anna's eyes followed the pulsing head, almost as though she was hypnotized. "Nobody's ever made it out... not even coach Black could reach my lips..." She muttered softly.

Rich began to work his hips back and forth, sawing the mighty shaft back until those pillowy mounds threatened to swallow it, then driving forward once again, making her monstrous melons wobble and shake as his hips slapped into them with each buck of his hips. Anna's tongue slid from her mouth almost subconsciously, delicately flicking over the swollen knob at first, each touch of tongue to shaft grew longer, more intense, and soon she was lavishing long, lusty slurps upon the angry purple tip each time it came close. As his thrusts grew faster, her breath became hotter and more ragged with lust, and his grip on the knot of her top tightened, pulling at it until the fabric strained from the pressure on her titanic tits, tightening the channel of tit-flesh he fucked through. The lusty titfuck went on like this for what seemed like ages, lips, tongue, cock, and tits all coming together in a lewd waltz. But as the climax approached, and he tightened his grip one final time, there was a ripping sound, and he found himself holding the knot that had once held her top together. Looking down, he was witness to a rare sight, the enormous, pale mounds of Anna's chest spilling out from the confines of the now-useless top, an ocean of tit-flesh, the orbs crowned with fat pink nipples that drew ragged shapes in the air as they wobbled their way apart. Anna only seemed to notice the change in wardrobe once the crown she slurped at sprang up, out of her lips, the pressure of her orbs no longer keeping it in place.




Daddy's Home Ch. 06



There was a moment of silence between the two as they panted and tried to adjust to the new paradigm. But it was broken by a quiet mewling sound. He glanced up to the source and his eyes fell upon Sam. As she stood off the edge of the bed, she wiggled on her feet, hips rolling as she tried to rub her thighs together to soothe the burning need between them, her handy busy with the task of pinning Anna's hands down. Rich's face resolved into a smile, and he reached out, hand cradling the nape of her neck and pulling her toward him for a kiss. Father and daughter met, their lips and tongues hungrily embracing each other, directly above the pinned redhead's face. They kissed with passion, love, and lust, all at once, and when they finally parted, he gave her an apologetic grin. "I'm sorry to neglect you like that. Does my little girl need some attention?" He asked with a tiny smile. Sam's face flushed as she gave a tiny nod. Rich's grin turned wicked once again as he leaned in once more and whispered into her ear. Sam's face curled into a wicked grin of her own as she listened to his words. 

The two began to move. Sam threw a leg up onto the bed, crawling up onto the surface and pivoting around the spot where she held Anna's wrists pinned to the bed. Meanwhile, Rich pulled back, pulling away from her face. Her massive tits served to block her view of what the man was doing to her. She was soon distracted from the sight by the view of Sam's slit hovering over her face, appearing suddenly as she threw her leg over her friend's head to straddle the redhead. She licked her lips, the memory of her friend's sweet flavor still fresh in mind, so alluring that Anna almost didn't notice the hum of the vibrator as it turned on once again, out of sight. When she felt the vibrating tip against her slit, she let out a soft moan, both from the pleasure it gave, and just a touch of disappointment that he wasn't going to just fuck her. The moan grew louder, lustier, as Rich pushed. The fat, knobby shaft split her apart as it drove into her, it's writhing, buzzing length teasing her depths as the sensation washed over her. She'd been ready for action when she'd been screwing Sam with the strap on, but now, her slit was a flood of juices and hot, womanly need. She savored the fleeing for a moment, until she realized what was happening to her thighs. He was strapping the strap-on to her in reverse. The idea of not being able to turn it off, not being able to pull it out or get away from it, no matter what... it thrilled her and frightened her at once. 

With the strap-on in place and buzzing away inside the teen, Rich climbed back up onto the bed, crawling over Anna's prone form with a wicked smirk. Sam's hips wiggled invitingly, and already Anna was starting to softly squirm under the assault of sensation on her depths. As he parked himself just above her chest, his monstrous member throbbing as it came to rest wedged between his daughter's perfect ass cheeks, Anna let out a disappointed whimper as she realized what was about to come. Rich smirked down, looking around the iron-hard shaft of cock-meat. "Just wait right there, you'll get your turn soon enough." He teased. "maybe you can put your mouth to work to speed it up." He added with a chuckle. Taking hold of Sam's hips, he pulled back, the fearsome beast leveling out, poised to plow deep into his daughter's slit, the fat head pulsing, teasingly, over her sensitive nether lips. 

Sam's hips wiggled impatiently, his grip too strong to push herself back onto his mighty shaft, to take the cock that made her inside. She was growing desperate. She looked back to her father over one shoulder, pushing out a black-painted lip in a pout. Rich was never one who could say no to that face. His abs muscles flexed, and he pulled her back and he drove forward, spearing deep into his little girl's gripping pussy. He plowed his way to the gates of her womb in a single, unstoppable thrust, and she very nearly came from that alone. No matter how many time she felt him take her, felt him filling her up with his massive cock, it never failed to deliver world-shaking pleasures right where she wanted it. Her hungry snatch gripped and milked at the titan as it drove deep into her, and she trembled bodily with the pleasure of being taken bu her father's superior cock. 

Down below, Anna squirmed with desire. Her every sense was flooded with arousing stimuli. She had a perfect view to watch the hot, incestuous fuck, Sam's tender pink slit stretched wide around her father's massive member. She could smell his manly musk and Sam's delicate juices. The taste of his intoxicating precum still lingered on her tongue, an undeniably delectable flavor. The sound of flesh on flesh filled her ears, only interrupted by moans and grunts as the two began to fuck in earnest. Even her sense of touch thrummed with lust, the trapped vibe in her slit sending waves of pleasure all through her body. But no matter how good it felt, she couldn't help but need more. After seeing and tasting the immense shaft just inches from her face, she couldn't be satisfied with the 9-inch battery operated boyfriend that buzzed inside her, no matter how many features it boasted. She needed to experience that kind of sex first-hand, she needed to be stretched out, to feel the biggest cock in the world inside her.

Rich and Sam were soon coming together with intense, frenzied passion, flesh slapping flesh as their bodies slammed together. Every inch but the very last one of his unstoppable shaft drove into her, his fat, blunt head knocking at her womb with each stroke. The sound of their fucking filled the entire room and poured out into the hall through the still-open door. Grunts, moans, screams and pleasured whimpers, all blending together into the unmistakable sound of sex. Each stroke, a fresh gush of her clear, sweet juices pouring from where their bodies met, running in rivulets down his fat, swinging, apple-sized orbs. His heavy seed-tanks barely missed her nose with each thrust of his hips, and droplets of Sam's juices dripped from them to the redhead's lips, filling her mind with the combined flavors of manly musk and feminine sweetness. She shivered with lust, the toy buzzing inside her wholly inadequate compared to the immense shaft before her. 

Rich's grip on his daughter's hips tightened, and he slammed forward suddenly. That final inch finally slammed home as his mighty head pierced her womb, once more claiming every inch of her depths for his lust. Sam's voice rose to a scream as she came on the titan that pummeled into her sacred depths, a powerful climax gripping her body, her body gripping down on the iron shaft. A flood of juices poured forth from her slit, great streams of girl-cum dripping down off his heavy, beefy balls, and directly onto Anna's delicate features. Anna's eyes widened as she watched her best friend cum as her father fucked her womb. The intensity of the act, the flavors that made her mind swim, they all came together to drag a moan of lust from the teen. Her tongue reached out, desperately, reaching up to cradle the massive weight of one enormous orb before her lips met the musky sphere, slurping at the juices running down those potent, pendulous plums. Rich looked a bit surprised at the sudden attention, but wasn't about to complain. He shifted down, dangling those full orbs to Anna's hungry mouth. The change in angle provoked a whimper from Sam, and the last tremors of an orgasm made her fall from her hands to her elbows, her rear held aloft by the unyielding spear of his monstrous shaft. He gave Sam's perfect bubble rear a sharp swat, making the other cheek blush red and making her whimper once more. "Come on, baby, ride Daddy's cock." He ordered. Sam shifted, and, slowly at first, began to drag her hips up and down that unforgiving cock, shuddering each time it slammed into her womb.

As Sam began to ride in earnest, below, Anna lavished her attentions on Rich's massive balls. Her lips and tongue worked tirelessly, kissing, licking, and hungrily sucking at the juice-marinated meatballs. Her mouth was clouded by desire as she spit-polished his heavy orbs, servicing his cum-tanks with all her might. She couldn't make sense of what she was doing. She was always in control, effortlessly manipulating her male partners with their desire for her, allowing others to please her, and graciously allowing them to please themselves in the process with her body. She'd sucked cock before, but never volunteered for the task, and never performed it with the relish she now put forth with her lips and tongue as they polished his enormous balls. She'd never felt the intense desire to serve and pleasure a cock, nothing like the desire that now consumed her. Even with her female partners, she was in control, often even dominating them. But this was wholly unexpected. Her body trembled with lust as she sucked hungrily, watching as her best friend impaled her dripping slutty slit upon the cock that made her, tasting her juices and Rich's pure potency on her tongue.

Suddenly, Rich shifted, his hands coming back to Sam's hips once more. His powerful arms flexed, interrupting her pace as he forced her up down on his length at a breakneck pace. Her moans and screams only grew louder as her father's monster speared her tender slit. Anna watched with rapt attention, squirming more and more as the vibrator between her thighs continued to tease her sensitive depths. As she felt his balls pulling up, away from her desperate sucking, she realized what was happening and let out a moan. She could feel the fat orb churning against her tongue, and shivered with lust and anticipation. Sam screamed out louder than ever as rich once more hilted himself in her, filling her womb with his mighty cock, holding her down around the base of his spear. From below, Anna could watch every detail as each great gout of searing spunk boiled up through the thick channel along the underside of his mammoth shaft. She could almost imagine the sensation of each white-hot blast of cream as it sprayed into the depths of Sam's womb. Her eyes widened as she saw Sam's stomach bulge out with the sheer volume of potent spunk her father dumped into her womb. Rich's primal roar of triumph rang in her ears, echoed by the lusty moan of his daughter as she came on his cock again. Anna felt her core twitching, squeezing around the vibrator. It wasn't enough. She needed that. She needed to be filled, pumped full of cock and cum and used by the biggest dick in the world.

As Sam's shuddering climax continued, her grip faltered, and Anna seized the opportunity, pulling her wrists free and reaching up, between Sam's thighs. As rich began to pull out of his little girl, he felt Anna's delicate fingers encircle the fat, unfaltering cock around the base in a two-handed grip. With just the head remaining inside his daughter, he felt the redhead tongue reach out and slurp away at his perilous pole. She eagerly cleaned the girthy staff with her tongue, dragging her tongue over each inch of the meaty rod. Once finished, she gave his hips a nudge back, the bulging knob popping free of Sam's gripping slit. With both hands, she leveled the weapon at her face, and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on the gleaming, purple head, slurping the pearly cream and glistening juices from it as much as she could. As she pressed her lips around the slit, she sucked hard, pulling her hands up the member, thumbs pressed onto the enormous cum-channel. She drank hungrily as she milked every last drop of mouth-watering seed that remained in his endless shaft. Her eyes sparkled with lust, looking directly into his as she gulped down the intoxicating mouthful of cream. When she finally pulled away, her breath was hot and ragged with desire. Still looking into his eyes, she panted out a lusty plea. "Please... I need you to fuck me, just like her. Please."

Rich's cock pulsed with desire, and he grinned as he climbed off her prone form, moving down her body toward the fountain of desire between her thighs. As he began to undo the straps that held the teasing vibrator inside her, Anna's eyes were caught by the sight of Sam's tender slit just inches away from her face. She licked her lips, savoring the last droplets of spunk on them, then she made the connection. There was a much more plentiful source of that addictive cum right in front of her. Her hand reached up, fingers sinking into the perfectly round cheeks of Sam's bubble butt. She gave them an experimental squeeze, then began to pull down, dragging her sweet honeypot closer and closer to her lips. "...No, no, Anna! I just came, I'm to sensitive! Anna~!" Sam objected, but her trembling thighs were too weak to resist her friend's hungry grasp. 

As soon as her friend's slit came close enough to reach, Anna went to work. Her pink lips met Sam's, first with a tender kiss on one sensitive fold, then parted, her mouth opening to engulf the brunette's well-fucked mound. Her tongue probed forward, exploring the familiar slit, the tip tracing each fold in turn, each tiny movement making Sam twitch, jolts of pleasure arcing through her body with each touch of the redhead's tongue. Anna's oral ministrations grew more and more intense, licking more forcefully, probing between the folds to delve into her tight little snatch. Soon she was lapping hungrily into the teen's slit, each lash of the tongue returning to her mouth with a treat, a dollop of thick, creamy spunk. She began to suck, slowly drawing the potent cream out, to the mouth of her slit where her tongue could reach it. The intense flavor of the ball-batter bathed her tongue, sending thrills of pleasure and desire through her body. She sucked harder and harder, her appetite for the salty treat growing with each tongueful she lapped up, Sam's trembling, whimpering body unable to pull her plump rear from the redhead's grasp. Soon she was gulping down mouthfuls of cum as she sucked and slurped noisily as Sam's slit. Suddenly, the goth teen threw her head back, a ragged moan pouring from her gleaming black lips. A flood of hot seed suddenly poured from her, her shivering womb unable to hold back the flow against the relentless suction, the salty seed flowing from her like a faucet. Anna now gulped desperately to keep up with the flow, her throat working ceaselessly as the rich, warm seed slid down it to her stomach. She drank like a woman in the desert, desperate for each drop of his offering. When she finally pulled her lips away, Sam's stomach was as flat as it had always been, and Anna was left moaning as the rolled the last of it of her tongue, savoring it like a rich dessert, before swallowing it gratefully. 

Rich was aroused beyond words. His iron shaft throbbed, veins bulging as the monster seemed even larger than before. As the scene came to a close, he realized he'd stopped, the still-buzzing vibrator in his hand. He quickly switched the device off and tossed it aside, looking down to where it had come from. Anna's slit wasn't quite as pink as Sam's had been, but it still looked perfectly delectable. Under the hem of the plaid micro-skirt, her slit was flushed from the stimulation of the vibrator, and it was crowned by a tiny, carefully-managed patch of fine, curly copper pubes. Thoughts of tasting it were pushed aside by the needs of the titanic shaft that pulsed before him. The fist-sized head jumped with his thundering heartbeat. He took hold of it's slick length and forced it down, the tendons at the base grinding in protest as he aimed it to the teen's slit. The beast's head slid up and down over her flushed pussy lips, teasing her entrance, nosing between the folds.

Anna's breath caught in her throat as she felt the knob against her entrance. It felt so impossibly huge, she could hardly imagine it being able to fit into her. But as much as she feared the pain, her desire to experience the immense pleasure drove her on. She looked down, casting her gaze through the valley between her titanic melons, and saw the ungodly monster poised to spear into her. But the view was suddenly cut off by a curtain of black hair. Following it, Sam's familiar face hovered over her own head, a warm smile on her features as she looked into the redhead's eyes. "Don't worry. Just relax." she whispered softly, soothingly, as she descended, pressing her black lips to Anna's pink ones, the two girls tenderly kissing. When the two pulled apart, Anna looked to Rich, looking him in the eyes as she began to speak. "Do it. I need you to take me, to fill me, to stuff that giant fucking monster cock into me. I need you. Nothing else will be able to satisfy me after watching that. I need you to stretch me, ruin me, wreck my naughty little pussy until I can never feel a lesser man inside me ever again! Reshape me into your personal fucktoy, make me your private slut! I need it! I need you! I need to be yours!" She moaned out, her plea growing in intensity as she continued to speak. 

Rich did not disappoint. He pushed forward, feeling the now-familiar resistance of a teenage pussy struggling to retain its shape in the face of overwhelming cock. Her entrance gripped, clenched, and strained, struggling to force the glistening head back. But while her body struggled valiantly, Rich was not to be denied. His muscles flexed, bulging with power as her drove himself forward. She was no match for his immense strength, and the blunt, helmeted head plowed through her resistances like a freight train, barreling toward her core, an unstoppable juggernaut. She squealed out as her body was stretched, rearranged by the immensity of his brutal shaft. Sam swiftly moved a hand south, over her skirt until her fingers found the hard bead of her sensitive clit, the slender digit teasing the bead in circles to dull her pain. Anna trembled with the competing sensations, her body spasming around the invader. 

Rich finally came to a stop with a full foot of shaft buried within her, and held himself there, to allow her to adjust to his size. There was near-silence for a long moment. Sam's lips once more met Anna's, and the two continued their lusty yet tender kiss. The only sounds were the heavy breathing of all three, and the soft, wet sounds of the girl's mouths coming together and reluctantly parting over and over. Each movement of his daughter's digits made the redhead's channel clench around the fearsome invader that filled her unlike anything before. Every time the two teens parted slightly, soft whimpers would escape their lip-lock, before being cut off by the return of the lips.

Despite the marvelous view he was offered by the two beauties as their tongues danced, the pause was dragging on intolerably long. His shaft throbbed with impatience, and he couldn't take it any longer. His ass flexed as he bored deeper into her pink depths, stretching her further. Anna's back arched involuntarily, a moan pouring into their lip-lock as she felt herself be reshaped. Sam smirked. "Tell Daddy how it feels." She prompted. The redhead gave a whimper, her eyes squeezed shut as her head swung side-to-side with her writing motions. "Oooh, god, it's so fucking big. So thick, so long... Ohh, it's as deep as I've even felt it, but so fucking THICK! Ohh, it hurts, but I love it, I love how it stretches me..." She moaned out. Sam kissed her way down Anna's pale, freckled neck, whispering softly to her friend between kisses. "Mmm, I know the feeling. But that's not even the best part. Daddy's got a foot of cock in your little pussy. Just wait until he stuffs it alllll the way in." She teased her friend. Rich began to pump his hips. His fat cockhead scraped at the tight, gripping walls with every backward motion, and bored deeper with each swift, pointed push. 12 inches. 13. 14. 15.

Anna's eyes shot open as she felt a bump deep inside herself. An impact at her very core. Her eyes locked onto rich's with amazement. "You... You're touching the back... God, so deep. Nobody's ever been so deep. Nothing's ever been so deep. God, your cock... it's the biggest! The fattest! The longest! The hardest! It's the best cock! The perfect cock!" She was screaming out her praise by the end, her hips rolling down onto his fat shaft, savoring the unique sensation of her womb grinding into the head of his monster. 




Daddy's Home Ch. 06



Sam's eyes glittered mischievously as her lips met one of her mouth-watering fat, pink nipples. They swiftly encircled the bead, both hands taking hold of the fat, pillowy tit to keep it it still as they kneaded the incredibly soft flesh. Sam's mouth sucked hard at the pink peak, and when they broke away, a little black ring was left behind by her lips. She smiled wickedly. "That's not all~. You feel the barrier inside you? That's your womb. Daddy's cock is kissing it right now. It feels so good, so deep inside you... But it's nothing compared to what's next. Daddy's fat cock is going to pound at it, and pound at it, until you can't take it anymore. He's going to pry open your womb. He's going to fuck. Every. Last. Inch. And then, he's going to cum. He's going to drown your womb in hot, thick, potent cum. God, it's so hot, and there's always so much... You're going to love every second of it." She shivered as she recalled the sensations, then swiftly lowered her head back to her friend's aching nipple, flicking the bead back and forth with the tip of her tongue. 

Rich began to pull back again, drawing a wave of fresh moans from the redheaded slut below him, then slammed forward again. His blunt monster pounded into her womb, drawing a scream of pain and lust. He growled with desire as her last inches were denied to him. He would not tolerate this. Again he drew back, and again he drove forward. Again and again, faster and faster. Soon his massive monster jack-hammered at her barrier, his hips a blur as he used long, swift strokes. Each time he felt her depths open a little wider, and each stroke made her titanic mounds wobble wildly with the force of the impact.

Anna was rapidly losing what remained of her composure, screaming and moaning wildly with each unstoppable thrust. Sam's hungry sucks at her aching nipples only served to drive her higher and higher. Her mind swam with thoughts seeded by Sam's nasty words, wondering what WOULD it be like to feel him take her womb with his beastly cock. Then, suddenly, she no longer had to wonder. She felt something deep inside her give, and felt the fat cockhead plow through her barrier to her womb, felt the heat and hardness of his superior cock invade her deepest parts. She screamed out, voice ragged with pleasure, bursts of light flashing behind her eyes as a sudden orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave.

Sam smirked, her black lips pulling apart to reveal the aching bud pinned between her teeth. Her eyes lovingly watched Anna's face as her features twisted into an expression of mindless pleasure. Se swirled her tongue around the tender bead as she recalled that expression, and purred. "Oh, yes... that's it... That's the feeling. That's what Daddy feels like in your womb. You're just so full, so completely full... God it's hot to see." she commented, once more sucking the aching nipple between her lips, before pulling away until the weight of the orb pulled it from them. Sam took the opportunity to move on, kissing her way down Anna's trembling, smooth belly, pausing once to plant a particularly lusty smooch on the bulge Daddy's massive cock made on her smooth stomach, then continuing further south, the place where their bodies met..

Rich let out a pleasured groan as the teen's womb gripped on his enormous cockhead, her deepest parts spasming around his invading shaft. Having just dumped a fresh load in his daughter, he was benefiting from a little extra endurance, and he knew he'd be able to take his time to enjoy her best friend's depths. His fingers tightened on the redhead's wide hips, and he began to move once again. Each tiny motion made her body jump and twitch, prompting whimpers of intense pleasure. When he ground his hips forward, stuffing her to the hilt once again, he ground the tip of his shaft into the back wall of her fertile womb and prompted the sweetest moans. As amazing as her gripping womb felt, though, this redhead had a special talent he was eager to exploit. "You like that, slut? Like it when I stuff your fucking womb?" He groaned, once more grinding his hips forward.

Anna's mouth opened immediately, the words pouring forth with hardly a thought. "YEEESSS! Oh, god, yes! It feels so fucking good! I'm so full of your cock! The best cock! The perfect cock! The perfect MAN! Ohhh, fuck me, fuck every inch of me, fuck me like nobody else ever can! I'm a slut for your cock, your personal slut! You made me your slut, made me a slave to your cock! I'll never fuck anyone else! I'd never be able to fucking feel them! Your perfect cock spoiled me! Ohh, nothing can compare! Nothing goes so deep, stretches me so wide, feels so hot! FUCK ME WITH YOUR PERFECT COCK!" she screamed out, her voice rising to fill the entire house.

Sam grinned to herself as she listened to the stream of nasty praise that poured from her best friend's mouth. It seemed like something about the biggest cock in the world provoked the naughtiest, nastiest language from anyone who experienced it. She fondly recalled moaning out similar commentary herself as Daddy took her over and over the night before. Her face was now inches from the connection of the two bodies, watching with blatant lust and a touch of envy as she best friend enjoyed being stretched by the cock that fathered her years ago. It was so hot to experience in person, much hotter than any porn she'd ever seen. Every sense was awash in the experience of the fucking, the heat, the smell, the sensations, the sounds... eager to get closer, she slid her head forward, her tongue slithering out over Anna's smooth stomach toward the pulsing bead at the top of her friend's slit, the wet muscle flicking it back and forth while her father stretched her. His mighty abs were a wall of glistening, rippling muscle, one that loomed close with each mighty thrust.

Rich was really pounding away now, his cockhead pulling at her cervix with each pull and pounding into the back wall on each thrust. His heavy, cum-filled balls churned as they slapped into the redhead's pale, juicy ass. Her tightly-gripping channel milked at his length, spasms rolling through her with each forceful thrust and each lash of his daughter's tongue. Her entire body rewarded him for each stroke, from her clenching hole to the view of her epic, wildly wobbling tit-flesh, to her lips as they poured fourth her gratitude and begged for more with each breath, only interrupted my moans and screams of pleasure. Soon his hips were a blur, his mighty cock an unyielding piston, a battering ram that pounded at her depths, ravaging her womb. He growled and gritted his teeth. These short strokes wouldn't be enough. He shifted, planting his feet, and dragged his hips back forcefully, pulling the head from her gripping womb, pulling back, further and further, until just the head was left inside her.

Anna's eyes widened as she felt him tear that fat helmeted head from her womb and drag it back, lighting her nerves afire as it passed. She felt almost painfully empty with it gone, but the sparks of pleasure from it dragging on her walls almost made her forget about the emptiness. She looked into his eyes for a moment, emerald eyes sparkling with desire, anticipation, and fear. Then she felt him thrust again, and she couldn't help but howl with pleasure as he plowed into her, stretching every inch of her channel once more, spearing through her cervix, and once more seating himself to the hilt in her needy pussy. "YESSSSSSS! Oh, oh god, oh my fucking gooooood~! That was incredible! Oh, more, please, fuck all of me, every inch! I need you in me forever! Come on, fuck me harder! Fuck that pussy! Your personal pussy! It's all yours, I can't live without this GIANT FUCKING COCK! You broke me! Ruined me with your cock! I'm just your slut now! Another slut for your harem!" She screamed out, waves of pleasure crashing over her mind, washing away the last vestiges of restraint. 

Sam had to pull away, the intensity of her father's mighty thrusts making it impossible for her to keep her tongue on it's target. Her hand slipped between her thighs, digging three fingers into her sopping-wet slit, desperate for attention after watching Anna get destroyed by that monster. But she knew she had to be patient, she couldn't bear to rob her friend of the ultimate pleasure, the climax of the unrelenting assault that was getting fucked by her Daddy. The feeling of getting pumped full, getting stuffed with potent cum and bred by the superior man. The heat, the pressure, the fullness, the deep, primal satisfaction... She shivered, biting at her black-painted lip. Maybe she could speed him up a bit... She purred sensually, a grin on her face as she crawled a little closer and leaned in, whispering hotly into her daddy's ear. "Daddy... she's fertile today. She's not on the pill, and this is just the right time. If you poured your hot spunk in her womb right now, there's no way she wouldn't get pregnant. Cum, Daddy. Knock her up. I want to see you breed her..."

His daughter's whispers and the screamed praise of the redhead were just too much for Rich. His grip tightened, fingers sinking into pale skin. His hips sped to a blur, brutally driving the unyielding member into her writhing, gripping channel. Naughty words gave way to wordless noise of pleasure as he fucked Anna through yet another orgasm. As his own pleasure hit a crescendo, he rolled his head back and let out a roar, driving his hips forward one final time, his every muscle pulled tight as an ocean of seed surged from deep within him, up the endless shaft of his titanic rod, and blasted out the tip, blasting a deluge, a flood of potent seed, an ocean of ball-batter pouring into the teen's newly-claimed womb. 

Anna's body bucked wildly, eyes wide, mouth open in a voiceless scream as she felt each blast strike deep inside, each deluge prolonging the powerful, electric climax that gripped her body. Her every nerve was on fire, her mind entirely blank, an endless expanse of pure pleasure, so intense she could do nothing to resist its power. She felt her womb swelling and her silence shattered, a deep, soulful moan filling the room, the entire house, with the sound of her pleasure. The sensation was every bit as indescribable as Sam had told her, but no mere words could prepare her for the intensity of it, or for the deep, abiding sensation that she'd done the right thing, that this was what she was meant for. She was being bred by the biggest, strongest, studliest man, and it was just absolutely, unquestionably right.

As silence once more fell over the room, the two panted, drained by the intensity of their combined climax. They looked to one-another, their bodies glistening with sweat, shining in the light as they struggled to catch their breath. The union of their bodies still hummed with delicious, tingling twitches and jumps, the warm, pleasurable afterglow beginning to settle into their bodies. The near-silence was broken as Rich suddenly jumped at an unexpected sensation. A small hand cupped his churning cum-factories, the hand attached to his delightfully mischievous-looking daughter as she grinned up at him. "My turn again, Daddy." She said. Rich couldn't help but grin as he began to pull his hips back, dragging the head out of Anna's trembling tunnel. It looked like it might be a while before he was done with these two...



Daddy's Home Ch. 07



Ch. 07: The Faithful One

Disclaimer: All characters are 18 or older.

The characters in this story are exceptionally endowed, and if this offends or disturbs you, perhaps you should look elsewhere.

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Richard emerged from his daughter's bedroom, gently pulling the door closed behind him. Through the narrowing crack, he gave one last look to the lewd scene he left behind, two incredible teenaged beauties, splayed out over the bed in a tangle of stocking-clad legs, arms, and massive, heaving, cum-splattered tits, mewling and moaning softly with pleasure as they slowly recuperated. The door closed with a soft click, leaving Rich standing alone in the hallway. He was completely nude, his thickly-muscled body glistening with sweat, his titanic shaft hanging between his thighs, dangling nearly a foot long in front of churning, apple-sized cum-canisters.

Something strange was going on. And while he couldn't say having teenagers throw themselves at him was exactly 'normal', that wasn't what was bothering him. Or rather, not bothering him. He'd cum countless times in the last 24 hours, infinitely more than he had in years, and often only after ten or twenty minutes of rough, strenuous fucking. He'd out-fucked three teenagers in their peak, his own daughter twice. He should be a wreck by now. He'd been a wreck after rearranging his den last month. But instead of the aches he was becoming unpleasantly familiar with, his muscles were... revitalized. He felt easily ten years younger, and his thick slabs of muscle burned with the exertion, but it was a good burn, like after a satisfying workout. It didn't weigh him down, instead, it filled him with energy. His mighty cock gave a lurch between his legs. Even that was feeling the benefits of this... vigor. The more he fucked, the faster he seemed to recover. By the fourth time he'd come in Anna, he wasn't even starting to soften between rounds.

He was still pondering this mysterious, though welcome, development, when he heard a voice from downstairs, an almost-shouted whisper he couldn't quite make out. Curiously, he padded over to the top of the stairs, looking out over the living room. From this position, he could see diamond's ponytail of tiny braids swaying behind her as she lounged on the couch, her back against the arm nearest him, and a phone pressed to her ear. He couldn't see her face, but judging by her angry, almost hissing half-whispers, he could imagine the expression pretty well.

"Are you serious!?" she demanded, incredulously. 

"More important that your girlfriend, huh?" She asked, not leaving much option.

"So, you're going with 'yes'." She commented dryly.

Her voice went smoky. "Why don't you just tell them your girlfriend just begged you to come fuck her like a bitch in heat, that she need your long, thick, chocolate dick inside her right this second." She purred, lustily.

One hand slid down between her soft, ebony thighs, and she squirmed. "Come on, Martin. I can't wait... I'm touching myself right now. I need it now, baby, I need something inside me..." 

She gave a giggle, a sound Rich had never heard her make before. "Mmm, then all you have to do is come over and let me take care of it. Hurry baby, I need something big, hot, and hard..." She cooed.

She gave a disappointed whimper, her tone suddenly sounding almost... frightened. "No, no, baby, please, don't go! I need it, I need it now, I won't be able to stop..." She implored, nearly begging.

"That's not enough, I- DAMMIT!" She suddenly cursed, her arm suddenly tearing the phone away from her ear and whipping it across the room, where it landed in an armchair with a forceful thump.

She seethed in her seat for a long moment, shoulders stiff with anger. Rich was about to give the girl a wide berth for a few minutes, when he saw one shoulder begin to roll slowly. She shifted on the couch, leaning back a little further against the arm, and he saw one shoe drop off the couch to the floor. Her arm began to move a little more vigorously, rich leaned over the railing a bit, listening closely. 

He could hear her muttering softly to herself, anger in her voice. "Fucking idiot... Goddamn... stupid jock... 'semifinals'..." she spat, shoulder starting to roll faster now. There was a moment of silence before her next outburst. "It's... It's his fault." She said, more quietly, slightly unsure. "His fault for... not taking care of me. I'm his girlfriend. He should be here... " She continued, still sounding somewhat unconvinced. "I have... needs. If he can't handle them... It's his fault. I just... need. Not my fault. It's natural." She elaborated, more confidently. "Not my fault... If something happens. His fault. I... I just need it... Natural." she nodded to herself, her shoulder suddenly moving with even more enthusiasm. "Ohh, fuck , this is all so wrong... God, those moans..." She whimpered softly, her head rolling back against the arm of the couch, eyes squeezed tight as her entire body began to squirm. 

Rich's eyes roamed over the ebony body on the couch below, her new position showing off her figure, her heaving breasts, her tight little abs, the hand desperately stuffed into her short-shorts for relief... His cock throbbed, fully hard once more. It wanted her. He wanted her. But something in the back of his mind held him back. No... not yet. She would be ready for him soon, but he couldn't make a move just yet. Instead, he pulled back from the top of the stairs, to his den's door, and opened it, then shut it louder than strictly necessary. He heard a sudden scrambling from down below, and smirked. When he arrived at the top of the stairs once more, Diamond was casually lounging on the couch, watching TV. He grinned.

He was still entirely naked as he descended the stairs, his powerful muscles gleaming with the last of his remaining sweat, his rock-hard monolithic cock jutting proudly from his hips, swaying as he walked down the stairs. He glanced up, seeming noticing Diamond for the first time. "Ah, hello, Diamond." He greeted with a pleasant tone. "What are you watching?" He asked, casually.

Diamond didn't look over at first, merely giving a grunt of acknowledgement to the greeting. When he asked what she was watching, she paused for a moment. "Uh, just some stupid sitcom..." She replied, glancing back over her shoulder toward him, her words suddenly dropping off as she saw his nudity in all its splendor. Her eyes gravitated to his pulsing prick instantly, and he saw them widen. There was a long pause before she managed to speak again, tearing her eyes off it to look back to the TV. "...Did you forget something?" She inquired, dryly.

Richard grinned, glancing down to the marble pillar of flesh, miming a brief inspection before straightening up once more to announce. "Nope, looks like it's all there." He chuckled.

Diamond couldn't seem to help herself from glancing over once again. "I just... wasn't expecting you to start walking around the house naked." She muttered, eyes lingering on his heavy, low-hanging balls. There was another long moment before she managed to tear her eyes away and put them back on the TV. 

He shrugged. "Oh, yeah, sorry about that. I just figured there's not much point in getting dressed again. Besides, it's not like this thing's gonna fit in my boxers like this." He added with a smirk, stepping closer to the couch.

Diamond seemed to be trying very hard to concentrate on the TV. But as he got closer, her eyes were drawn to the movement, and she found her eyes roaming up and down every last inch of pulsing, ivory cockflesh, from the havy, churning balls to the very tip of his oversized crown, the red-purple tip almost level with his sculpted pecs. She swallowed, subconsciously. 

Richard pretended not to notice her gaze, or where his cock was going as he took up position beside the couch, the meaty monster hovering level just inches over her left shoulder, the heat of it tangible on her face. "So. Anything fun happening?" He inquired. There was a moment of silence as she looked puzzled, before he glanced to the TV, indicating the object of his query.

Diamond strained not to turn her head to look at the shaft throbbing just inches away. "Oh... Uh... Not really. Just... sitcom stuff..." She offered weakly, barely able to focus on the TV, let alone concentrate on what was going on. As he looked to the TV for a long moment, he heard her take a breath and bite back a whimper.

He stayed still for a long moment before nodding appreciatively. "Well, alright, I'll get out of your hair and let you watch the show. Have you seen Rosa?" He inquired.

Diamond blinked, looking up to him with confusion and a hint of... disappointment? "Uh, Rosa? Maybe... downstairs? I think..." She managed, somewhat taken aback by the request. 

He grinned. "Thanks, I'll go look." He said, then pulled back and away, his might shaft departing her personal airspace. As he headed to the basement door, he paused for a moment on the precipice. "Oh, and for the record... Semifinals or not, a girlfriend should come first." He commented, leaving diamond gaping in shock and embarrassment at the empty doorframe as he swiftly descended the stairs.

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Eight plates. Rosa's mind swam. That couldn't be right. Maybe she counted wrong, or the math was off... Silently, she ran her fingers over the dark metal disks weighing down the barbell, counting them in her head. Four on this side. Four on the other. If the massive '45' stamped into the steel was to be believed, that meant each side of the bar was loaded with a total of 180 pounds. Together, that was 360, and with the bar itself, which was labeled as 40 pounds, that was... 400 pounds. That was more than three of her put together. She swallowed nervously, bending at the waist to inspect the plates with one finger, thrusting her juicy, thong-clad ass up high, her transparent sarong doing nothing to conceal her luscious rear. Maybe the middle plates she couldn't read were just spacers or something... 

Movement in a mirror caught her eye, and held it when she realized what she was looking at. Richard had arrived. Her eyes followed his reflection in the mirror, gaping at the powerful figure that strode through the gym with smooth, measured strides. Her eyes traced every crevasse of sculpted muscle as he moved, watching them shift and pump as he moved, before coming to rest on his titanic manhood, her mouth suddenly dry. The thick veins made it look like marble, a meaty monolith, a statue depicting the perfect cock. Her tongue slipped out to wet her plush lips subconsciously as she followed the bulging cum-tube southward, all the way down to his heavy, swaying seed-sacks. He stopped soon, coming to rest on one of the machines, leaning against it, arms crossed over his broad chest as he grinned a gleaming smirk in her direction. 

"See something you like?" He inquired.

Rosa blinked, realizing how blatantly she'd been staring, and flushed softly. "S-sorry..." she muttered, averting her gaze from the reflection.

"No need to be sorry, it's natural to be curious." She heard him reply, and found herself glancing back up, looking through a few stray locks of dark, curly hair. "Impressed?" He inquired, looking into her eyes.

She bit her lower lips softly as she roamed up and down his muscular body. "...Yes." She replied, quietly, somewhat ashamed. 

He grinned wider. "Well, I'm glad. Took me a long time to get to this point, I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to show it off from time to time." he added, stepping closer. She couldn't tell if he was talking about his body or the machine at this point. 

As he came up behind her, he kept his eyes locked on her reflected face. she watched as the reflection moved, she saw him reaching for her, but she still tensed up when she felt his strong hand come to rest on her hip. Her heartbeat was racing. She could feel the heat and strength of his hand on her skin. She could only look into the reflection of his face and shiver softly. How could he look so damn hot? He was old enough to be her father, older than Uncle Jesse, in fact, and he was bald. But he didn't look anything like her uncle. He looked his age and he made it look good. He was all... mature, and distinguished, and... experienced... But despite his features, he was simultaneously the most muscular, powerful man she'd ever seen. His muscles were mind-boggling, he looked like a statue of some herculean hero come to life, it was insane... and his COCK! Oh, holy fuck that cock, just thinking about the size of it, the shape, the taste that haunted her mind ever since the very first instant her tongue met the monstrous scepter, it made her depths tighten with uncontrollable need. Even before she'd ever seen it properly, she'd needed to experience it, and now... 

She suddenly straightened up, spinning on her heel to face the towering mass of muscle that was her friend's father. She tried to ignore the blunt tip of the red-hot shaft that was suddenly pressing itself into her smooth, bare midriff as she looked up into his eyes. "I... I want to see." She managed, stammering it out at first. Shen he looked slightly confused, she shook her head and tried again. "I want to see you use this. Lift this." She clarified, somewhat, gesturing to the bench press beside them. 

He blinked for a moment, seeming taken aback by the request, but he glanced back and forth between the weights and her eyes, and gave a little shrug. "Well.. I supposed I could get a quick set in." He replied and gave a grin. As he pulled back, Rosa gave a sigh, his overwhelming presence fading slightly as he settled into position on the bench press. She had to admit, it looked a little strange to see him doing so naked. He planted his feet on the floor, his fat goose-egg balls dangling between his thighs, that mouth-watering slab of cockmeat laying in the valley of his eight-pack abs. 

She bit her lip as she saw him reach up and wrap his hands around the steel shaft. She shivered as his thick slabs of muscle flexed and tightened, bulging and rippling with immense strength as they began to push. Slowly, four hundred pounds of unyielding steel slowly rose out of the hooks it rested upon. His muscles popped and twitched as he maneuvered the bar off the hooks, and stabilized it carefully, before slowly letting it sink toward his chest until it was just inches away. His pecs strained as he gave a soft grunt, and the massive weight rose once again, back up, muscles twitching as he held it steady. He was so... powerful. And so close...

Rosa didn't realize her hands had been reaching out until she felt something hard and hot on the pads of her fingertips. Her fingertips had come to perch on one of his rippling pecs, as light and hesitant as a butterfly. He seemed as surprised as her at the unexpected contact, hesitating for half a second, but seemed to make no move to dissuade her touch as he kept lifting and lowering that massive barbell. His muscles rippled and pulsed beneath her touch, like some incredible machine. Silently, she counted along with each powerful push, the heat and strength from each push readily transmitted to her fingertips. 

5 reps. 6 reps. 7.

Her hand roamed across the rippling man-scape with eager curiosity and just a bit of hesitation. Her fingertips slid up to the shoulder, feeling it strain to hold the bar steady, then over and up one tree-trunk limb to savor the sensation of his biceps tightening. She felt her thong grow wet as she marveled at the mind-boggling power contained within his body. Her heartbeat quickened, her breathing coming in panting gasps as her eyes, wide with lust and awe, traced every pulsing, pumping, rippling muscle. She sank to her knees, almost hypnotized by the display of strength before her, as a second hand joined the first exploring his body. 

13 reps. 14.

While the first hand continued to examine his powerful upper body, the second took a different route, heading south over his torso, along his side. She felt her fingertips sink into the valleys between his sculpted core muscles. How could one man be so... perfect. The thought had occurred to her before, while she had shared his shaft with her friends, but she'd swiftly felt foolish afterward. Nobody was perfect, after all, he might be very impressive, but humans couldn't be perfect... Or so she'd thought, but here, kneeling at his side as her fingers slid over the sheen of sweat he now bore, which only served to make his incredible body look even better, the thought returned. Perfect. Humans weren't perfect, but every look, every touch, told her he was.

22. 23. Twenty...

Her train of thought suddenly slammed on the brakes as her delicate, hesitant touch met with something hard, hot, and pulsing. She swallowed, suddenly nervous. She heard a soft clank as he hesitated a second time in mid-lift. His exertion had started to draw blood from his prodigious pillar, but the moment her fingers met the skin, she could feel the veins thicken as it returned with a vengeance beneath her touch. Her hand was already delicately moving to attempt to encircle his immense girth, and failing, when her gaze turned to marvel at the beefy pillar, and the clank of the barbell in motion began again.

25. 26.

It was almost too big to comprehend. Her fingers couldn't even wrap a full halfway around its insane girth. She'd thought she might have been exaggerating it in her mind, seeing it as larger than it really was, but no, it was all real. Her slender fingers were insignificant compared to the mighty slab of salami laying on his abs. Her hand moved on its own, cupping as much of its girth as possible, and sliding up and down along the thick cum-channel, her mind desperately memorizing every ridge, bump, vein, and contour of his impossibly huge cock. She stared at it with awe and reverence, like it was some sort of holy relic, or a mighty, dangerous weapon. Her hand reached the base after what felt like an eternity, and felt the skin loosen as her digits quested onward, between his thighs to find his plump, cream-filled orbs.

37. 38.

She could hear him grunting in time with the rhythmic clanks of the barbell, but rosa was lost to the world, her thoughts pulled in by the gravity of his massive meat-pole. The hand from his chest joined its twin in exploring the superior shaft. One slid between his thighs and delicately cupped one spunk-filled goose egg and then the other, hefting their weight in her palms and marveling. The other slid in along his abs and wedged itself between the heavy, burning-hot shaft, and his rippling abs, feeling its weight as it pinned her hand. Slowly, the hand slid down the shaft, pausing as it reached the base to be joined by its sister. Even together, her hands were unable to fully encircle the meaty pole, but they traveled together as they caressed the endless rod up to the very ridge of his throbbing crown, then up onto it, both eagerly swirling over the smooth tip, palms growing slick with copious amounts of clear, sticky precum. 

Her hands were just beginning another southern journey over the pillar of cock when she heard a triumphant growl. "Fifty!" Came the cry. She paused, hands going still on his girth as she looked up as if snapped out of a trance. There was a heavy clank as the weights crashed back into their resting place in the heavy-duty hooks over his head, and he relaxed, powerful chest rising and falling as he panted for breath. Something in the back of her mind did the math. Fifty reps, four hundred pounds... twenty thousand pounds, in total, a full ten tons. She shivered. She wanted to see more. She looked around the gym, her eyes falling on the butterfly press. She smiled, looking to him as he raised his head to see why she'd stopped. 

Her eyes shimmered with excitement as she gestured to the butterfly press. "Can you show me that one?" She implored him. He looked thoughtful for a moment, then gave her a teasing grin. "I could... If you ask nicely." He offered. 




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Rosa didn't even hesitate, she pulled at his mind-boggling shaft with both hands and leaned forward. Her hands pulled up the shaft to rest right below the ridge of his cockhead, and she pursed her plump, pouty lips together, leaning in to deliver a wet, sloppy kiss to that glistening, smooth cockhead. Her lips parted as they made contact, sliding around his fat knob until they engulfed nearly half the fist-sized crown. She kissed with a lusty passion, her tongue darting and swirling over the precum-slick staff, tasting his savory flavor and letting out a soft moan. Her pillowy lips caressed the tender flesh as her head slowly twisted one way, then the other, sucking gently all the while. She made out with his gargantuan fuckstick for a few long seconds before she began to pull away, lips tightening to a pucker before finally parting with the surface with a wet smack, then turning back to look at him. "Pretty please, Mr. J? I promise I'll make it up to you..." She pleaded in her best naughty little girl voice, pushing out her lip in a pout.

Richard let out a groan as she delivered her luxuriant cock-kiss, his shaft throbbing on her lips, eager for more. He was grinning when she delivered her plea. "You really know how to ask nicely, huh?" He commented with a chuckle. "Maybe you can show Sam how to ask next time she wants more furniture." He added, then pushed to his feet slowly.

Rosa grinned back and rose to her feet as well, reluctantly letting her hand come off his titanic shaft as she bounded eagerly toward the machine, examining the weight settings as he got into position. This one was set for 200 pounds, so perhaps she'd get to enjoy the scenery a little longer. And there was plenty to see, she watched eagerly as he settled into position on the padded seat. Arms straight out, bent at the elbows, hands taking hold of handles level with the top of his head, and resting his forearms on padded rests. He planted his feet on the floor, thighs apart, his titanic pillar jutting out at a 45-degree angle, eagerly awaiting the promised reward. She slid into position as well, clambering onto his lap, facing him, his burning cock wedged between their bodies. 

She heard the machine begin to move and bit her lip at the sight of pulleys and weights straining to hold back his movements, and failing. Her hands fastened themselves around the red-hot rod wedged between their bodies and began to twist her hands up and down the precum-slick staff, moving in time with his reps. She was just inches from him in this position, able to see every detail as his muscles strained and pulled. Each time he pressed the plates toward each other, he surrounded her in pure muscle, her feminine form entirely encircled by his manliness, wedged in the eye of a storm of testosterone and sweat. His fearsome cock burned against the smooth skin of her stomach as she pressed herself closer to his chest. Her volleyball-sized caramel orbs flattened themselves against his iron-hard pecs, her achingly hard nipples pressing through the fabric of her bikini top like it wasn't there, dragging over his muscles each time her tits wobbled with her rhythmic strokes. 

The smell of him alone was enough to made her dizzy with lust, and he was so close... She had to wonder... Her eyes locked onto a glistening droplet of sweat that slid along his collarbone, and she found herself suddenly leaning forward just a little further. Her tongue slipped from her lips and dragged over his skin, hungrily licking up the shimmering droplet. It was salty. She couldn't stop herself from wanting more. She glanced apologetically up to him as she slid down, licking over his pulsing pec, exploring the contours and flavors of his body before flicking over a nipple and withdrawing once more to between her lips. He tasted like manhood, like pure testosterone. His smell, his taste, the heat of his body, the massive pillar of cockmeat illustrating clearly just how deep it would go inside her... Her mind was drowning in his manliness. She felt helpless. She felt safe. Overpowered, horny, nasty... Crazy. He was so strong, so beautiful... He was glorious, awe-inspiring, and even a little bit frightening. He was perfect. He was.. divine.

She slid her tongue over his shoulder to a bicep as she reveled in his manliness, hands breaking step with his movements to blur up and down his cock faster and faster, desperate to please him. Then she heard his voice, half-grunt as he pounded out another rep, growling out a simple command. "Make me cum." He demanded. She shivered with lust at the order, feeling his powerful voice roll out of his chest with his super-sensitive nipples. The idea of disobeying never even occurred to her. she slid herself off his lap and sank to her knees as quick as she could. Her nipples dragged over the ridges of his abs, her tongue dragging through the valley of his pecks. As she sank, his monolithic shaft speared up along her stomach and into her cleavage, the fat knob parting her creamy caramel mounds to wedge itself between them. she kept sinking, and the spheres of titflesh soon entirely surrounded his perfect cock, before it thrust through the valley and up, until the throbbing head was pressed against her plush, pouty lips. The fabric of her barely-there bikini held it there as her hands roamed his abs and thighs in worship of his muscles. She pursed her lips and planted a tender peck upon the sensitive head, looking up toward his face for approval.

Rosa smiled when she saw his face twisted with pleasure, a deep groan of lust meeting her ears as the clanking of the machine grew faster and faster. Seemed he was eager to finish the set... Rosa moaned to herself softly as she began to tenderly tongue the titanium titan that thrust between her wobbling breasts. She slid herself up and down upon its length, heaving her swollen tits up and down the angry purple pillar of cock. She lavished licks along its length, coating the throbbing rod with a glistening sheen of saliva, savoring the flavor of his superior cock, soaked in the juices of the women it had conquered before her, her friends. She'd never tasted it before, and the idea would have grossed her out just hours ago. She'd always abstained during the more... adventurous experimentation at Sam's sleepovers. But now, tasting her friends' juices as a marinade for this unstoppable, untamable mega-cock, it just made her hotter. She gave a long, loving lick, dragging her tongue over his bulging cum-channel, all the way up its length to the tip, before clamping her plump lips around half his massive head and hungrily making out with the biggest cock in the world. She desperately sucked and slurped, mashing her melons together around its girth to milk the monster for its surely delicious prize.

Rosa gasped against his fat head as the fearsome fuckrod bucked and jerked against the plush touch of her lips. It bucked and jerked like a living creature, thrashing in desperate need of freedom, release. Her arms wrapped around her heaving tits in a bear hug, the wobbling spheres pressed tight against his bucking girth to keep him steady while she worshipped his fat knob with lusty devotion. Her eyes were fixed upward, marveling at his physique and seeking his approval with her eyes while she worked the divine shaft with lips and tits, lavishing his sensitive head with licks, kisses, and sucks. her tongue danced lewdly over the precum-slick head, swirling over every inch of shaft within reach. Each throb brought forth a fresh dollop of clear, sticky pre, and she eagerly lapped it up, sucking at the cumsplit for every last drop of the tasty treat. It bathed her tongue in his masculine flavor, making her moan softly around her mouthful of megacock. She could feel his balls on her stomach, hot and roiling with desperate need to unload their potent cargo. 

Rosa gasped once more when the shaft agave another forceful throb, and rosa jumped with surprise at the vigor of its bucking. The meaty monolith took advantage of her momentary lapse and tore itself free of the valley of her caramel globes. There was a small ripping sound, and a metallic pop, and she fell back slightly, marveling up at the cock now proudly erect, the remains of her bikini top and a glimmering golden chain dangling off its length like a prize. She gasped and reflexively reached for her neck, groping for the chain that should have been there. Her cross! It must have gotten wrapped around his... his big, fat cock. She gaped in silence for a moment as the slender golden chain and tiny, gleaming gold cross hung off his cock. It looked so... small. So insignificant, compared to his throbbing monster. The chain seemed to move in slow motion as it hung on one side, first dangling, then slipping, then falling, and finally plummeting from the superior shaft. It hit the padded floor of the gym and sank into a puddle of glimmering links. She said nothing, looking at the pile for a moment, before turning away from the discarded bauble and fixing her gaze upon that divine shaft looming over her with awe and lust. She'd made her choice.

As rosa marveled up at him and his superior endowment, she saw him crush his arms together one final time, gritting his teeth with the exertion, then suddenly release the handles and push himself to his feet. As he reached his full, looming height, his fearsome weapon leveled toward the lusty teen, there was a thunderous crash sound from the machine as the weights slammed back into their resting position. She shivered as she heard his chest rumble with a growl of desire. He reached for her with one massive hand... but she already knew what he wanted. Her slender fingers reached up, coiling around his divine girth and tugging it down until the tip touched her plump lips. She kissed it reverently, then looked up to her lover's face with pure adoration in her eyes. "Let me..." she whispered, pleadingly, her warm breath washing over his cock. 

She didn't even wait for an answer. She spread her lips wide and drove herself forward onto his superior cock. Her lips stretched to their limit, then beyond as she struggled to push the entire head into her mouth. Her tongue lavished licks over what she'd managed to engulf so far, desperate to please him. She moaned into his thickness at the taste, her lips stretched into a tight band as she breathed through her nose, her mouth entirely stuffed with his oversized cockhead. She tightened her grip on the shaft and pulled, feeding it into her mouth until, with a pop, the knob passed her lips, completely filling her mouth. She glanced up to Rich's face, eyes beaming with pride, seeking his approval. But she wasn't done. She reached for his hips and took a firm hold, sucking in a deep breath before pulling with all her might as she drove her face forward. She could feel his thick helmet stretching her throat to the limits of its capacity, feel her body reshaping to his desires as her throat stretched to capacity and beyond. Her eyes watered with the pain and effort, but she continued, regardless, eager to please his shaft. She pushed forward and pulled him closer alternately, spearing herself inch by inch upon his unyielding girth as her throat squeezed and gripped around the invader. Finally, her seemingly endless journey came to an end, and her lips touched the base of his titanic shaft, his heavy, churning balls on her chin. Tears slid from her eyes as she looked up to him with lust and pride.

His eyes met hers, and he let out a deep, soulful groan. Roas shivered at the sound of it, then her eyes widened when she felt his shaft begin to throb and buck deep in her straining throat. His heavy balls tightened against her chin. The realization of what was coming, the feeling of her mouth stuffed with cock, it was enough to make her core tighten, her pussy burning with need. She didn't move to pull away or back off. She swallowed, her throat milking his length as his thick seed surged up the fat tube on the underside of his shaft. If blasted out the tip like a firehose, his shaft jumping and jerking deep in her throat as she swallowed again and again, coaxing blast after blast from his megacock, hungrily draining his heavy, swinging balls. Oceans of potent, creamy cum flowed directly into her belly, and she shivered with lust, impaled upon his superior shaft as his deluge went on, and on, and on. 

As the endless blasts of delicious spunk finally came to an end, Rosa gave a final swallow, to make sure she'd gotten every last drop. Slowly, carefully, she began to pull herself off the impaling megacock, keeping her lips sealed around its immense girth, to ensure she held onto every last drop of his rich cream. When the head of his seemingly endless cock pulled from her throat she desperately sucked in a fresh breath of air, replacing the stale lungful she'd been holding for what seemed an eternity. With her tongue free, she lavished licks over this fat knob as her lips paused just before the ridge of his shaft, hungrily tongue-polishing every last inch she could reach, savoring the flavor of her lover's release. She pulled the last of his shaft from her lips with a wet pop, her mouth full of gathered spunk from his length, and she took a moment to roll the savory treat on her tongue before giving one final swallow, letting the pearly seed slide down her throat to join the oceans in her belly.She panted softly for breath when the task was done, a strand of glimmering spit still linking her plush lips to her lover's rod. She looked up to her lover's face with a proud smile, quite pleased with herself.

His mighty weapon gave a particularly vigorous lurch, the shimmering strand connecting to to her lips breaking. It showed no signs of softening. Her pussy clenched and ached with desire. Without thinking about it, she leaned forward the tiniest bit, placing a tiny peck on the immense shaft, a momentary gesture of affection. Her hands slid up to his abs as she pushed herself to her feet, fingertips roaming up over his rippling abs, his chiseled sides, his powerful chest, his rugged shoulders. She looked up into his eyes with lust and devotion as her hands came to rest upon his shoulders. "Master... Sit back. Just relax, let me serve you." She pleaded, her heart pounding in her chest with desire. His eyes looked into hers for a long moment. Part of her wanted him to ignore her plea and ravage her, but more than anything, she wanted to please him. She was already his devoted servant, and he hadn't even driven it into her yet. His face split into a smirk, and he slowly sank back to sit on the padded chair. 

Rosa swallowed nervously as she glanced down to the imperious pillar of cockflesh jutting proudly from his hips. It was just so BIG... But her trepidation wasn't enough to dissuade her from her mission. One hand reluctantly pulled away from his powerful shoulder and went to her hip. A few tugs, and she shivered as the cool air kissed her dripping, overheated pussy, her bikini bottoms and sarong falling away to pool at her feet. Her hips swayed as she climbed over his lap, planting her feet on either side of his seat and standing over him. His throbbing shaft pressed its knob to her hips, even standing as she was, it was just too long to easily slip into place. Her hips ground against the unyielding rod of manly flesh, her needy slit grinding on its hardness as she stared at it with anticipation and fear. So big...

She pushed herself up on her tiptoes, straining to rise high enough to take him properly. The wide head dragged over her clit, just barely short of it's goal, and she whimpered with frustration. She gave one final bounce, springing up on her toes to come back down and spear her waiting slit on the beefy monster. Any thoughts of easing herself down over its girth were abandoned as her toes gave out and she fell to her heels, taking the first six inches of his perfect cock inside her with a scream that turned to a moan by the end. Her eyes were wide, her entire body tense as her thighs trembled with sensation of his fat head spreading her wider than she would have ever thought possible. Her delicate balance faltered, and she screamed out once again as she fell onto the unyielding cock, a deep, soulful cry of pain and pleasure. She slid down its immense girth, her entire weight supported by her spasming, trembling pussy. The sensations were overwhelming. Nothing could prepare her for this. No boyfriend, not even Anna's most intimidating toys, were a match for the sheer size of the divine cock now a full nine inches into her gripping pussy. Her core trembled, and she sank another inch onto it, a forceful reminder that this was only the beginning. 

She trembled, helpless, for a long moment, trying to plant her feet once again and regain some measure of control over the mind-shattering penetration, but under her own weight, the unstoppable cock just inched ever forward, pushing into her needy pussy bit by bit, and each tiny shift made her twitch and moan all over again. The immense intrusion was too much for her to handle. She could see the bulge on her stomach where his impossible cock distended her pussy, reshaping her body to suit his pleasure. The thought was erotic enough that she slid another full inch down his shaft. She looked up to the object of her devotion as she slid down his girth, eyes wide with pleasure, shock, and awe. "S-so deep..." She barely managed to speak.

Suddenly, she gasped aloud, eyes going even wider as she suddenly felt her lover's huge, powerful hands grasping her swaying, caramel-skinned tits. She moaned out as his digits explored the sensitive flesh, thumb and forefinger questing up the slopes of each until they met upon the tender peaks, expertly circling the bud. She squirmed at the sensations. He was so gentle in his touch, but she could feel the immense strength in those hands. The pleasure was beginning to overtake the pain in earnest. As his lips suddenly wrapped around one aching brown nipple, she moaned once more, hips squirming, letting another inch of shaft sink into her sweet honeypot as his tongue provoked a fresh spasm from her well-stuffed slit.

As she finally managed to get her bearings, her feet found purchase on the floor below, and she planted them, halting her descent onto his godly staff. Her grip on his shoulders tightened, fingers digging into the deep ridges of his chiseled muscles, and slowly began to lift herself up, off that pussy-pleasing monster. She shivered, feeling his flared knob tugging and teasing at depths that had never experienced such pleasures before. She rose slowly, moving inch by inch, until she could rise no further. His shaft glistened with her liquid lust, droplets cascading down over his immense, veiny length. She held herself there for a long moment, bracing herself for what was coming, before she pulled in a deep breath and threw herself upon his weapon. The air forced itself from her lungs in a lewd, lustful moan as inch after inch of fat cock speared into her core. Her pussy spasmed and gripped at his immense shaft as she felt it reach the very back of her channel, another inch or two remaining outside her well-stretched pussy. 

Suddenly, she felt his grasp shift, his powerful hands taking hold of her hips. She looked into his eyes, seeing the burning lust within them, and immediately felt her pulse quicken. There was fear, anticipation... even gratitude, in her heart as she realized what was to come. She couldn't take it all by herself. It was impossible. But he could take her, every inch of her and more. Her body melted into his grasp, releasing control to him and surrendering her body to his lust. He lifted her up, higher and higher, his mighty muscles bearing her weight almost effortlessly. Her pussy gripped and squeezed at his shaft as it pulled from her depths. He lifted her until her toes barely dragged on the padded floor, her body completely at his mercy. Then there was the pull. Her body was dragged down onto his shaft, the fat tip driving into her like a freight train as his hips rose to meet hers. The monolithic member slammed into her barrier, and she moaned out with reckless abandon, eagerly advertising the insane pleasures he provided her to anyone who could hear. 




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She was a helpless plaything before his immense strength, her body used as a tool to serve his lusts, and she loved every second if it. Her pussy dutifully gripped and rolled around his girth, eagerly milking his shaft, straining to pull him deeper inside her as he claimed every inch of her with each unstoppable thrust. Waves of pleasure crashed over her again and again. She moaned wildly, body writing in his grasp in desperate attempts to please his superior shaft, her fingers now clutching his granite shoulders for dear life, the rock in a storm of unspeakable pleasure. Not that she wasn't making an effort, each gasping breath came out in either wordless moans of lust and pleasure or howled praise for her lover, her master, the object of her worship. "SOOOOOO BIG! So DEEEEP! Uh! Uh! UHHH, god, YES! Oh, please, god, fuck me! I'm yours! FUCK me! Let me worship your GIANT FUCKING COOOOOCK! I'll do anything for you! Anything, anywhere, anytime, I don't care! Say the word and I'll do it!" She swore aloud, meaning every word. She didn't even need to get fucked, she would happily suck his shaft all day, every day, for nothing more than the delicious cream and the sweet, sweet thrill of servicing the perfect man. 

As she swore herself body and soul to the service of her lover, suddenly everything seemed to happen all at once. He slammed his hips up and pulled hers down with a particularly forceful thrust. The barrier that had thus far kept those last few inches of his perfect cock from driving into her deepest depths gave way, yielding before the undeniable cock. As his divine shaft broke through her barrier into something deeper still, filling her deeper than she thought possible, she felt an explosion of sensation in her core. A shockwave of unfathomable rolled out from her core, every nerve it touched coming alive with pleasure, every muscle spasming at once, until it reached the limits of her body, but it kept growing. As the wave of burning pleasure struck her mind, a primal roar of lust filled her ears, and she felt his immense shaft jump inside her. And just when it seemed impossible for it to get any stronger, she felt his shaft thob even larger before firing volleys of liquid fire into the newfound deeps of her pussy. It was all she could do to keep from losing her mind entirely as she felt the pleasure redouble with each deluge. She could hear herself howling with pleasure she just couldn't contain. The pleasure was filling her like a balloon, she felt like she might burst with the sheer, endless ecstasy. she she actually felt her belly expanding, suddenly everything went white. 

Richard saw her go limp, her head rolling back as she suddenly released her grip on his shoulders and fell back, her cum-swollen belly pushed forward to prominence by the pose. She didn't fall, her body held upright by the rigid shaft driven to the hilt inside her still-spasming pussy, still pumping blast after blast of thick, creamy spunk directly into her overstuffed womb. He reached for her and wrapped his arms around her limp body, pulling her close as the last volleys of potent, white-hot seed flooded into her fertile, teenaged womb. As the immense pleasure finally waned, he relaxed, holding her close while they rested. By the time he was able to move properly, she'd recovered as well, her breathing normalized to the gentle, regular pace of a soft slumber. Seemed it had simply been too much for her to take at once. She gently slipped from the machine's seat and eased her limp form down to the padded floor. Slowly, he pulled his unyielding shaft from her slumbering form, provoking a few soft moans along the way. When he finally pulled free of her entirely, she gave a disappointed whimper at her sudden emptiness. He shook his head. These girls... He took a moment to go around the gym and gather a few things, propping her head up on a little extra padding and laying a couple towels over her to make sure she didn't wake up freezing and sore. Satisfied, he turned for the stairs and headed up.



Daddy's Home Ch. 08



Ch. 08: The Angry One

Disclaimer: All characters are 18 or older.

The characters in this story are exceptionally endowed. If this disturbs or offends you, this may not be the story for you.

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Rich grinned to himself, ascending the last few steps to the ground floor with a bounding, springing stride. He felt incredible. His heart was beating, his lungs hauling in deep breaths, his muscles pumping with pent-up energy. It seemed counter-intuitive, but the more he fucked, the more energetic he felt. Was it a mental thing, his brain rewarding him for fulfilling his biological imperative? Some sort of physical response to the pleasure? Was this only temporary, meaning he'd wake up feeling every bit of exertion in the morning? Was it long-term, meaning he could keep fucking and feeling this good all the time? He wasn't usually the superstitious sort, but he found himself wondering if his Dad's books on 'tantric energy' might have been onto something. Whatever it was, however long it would last, he was glad to have it. His hulking six-foot-four silhouette dominated the door frame as he emerged into the living room like a marble statue, expertly sculpted. Broad, powerful shoulders layered with heavy slabs of rock-hard muscle, a chiseled, handsome face, a foot-and-a-half pillar jutting proudly from his hips, still covered with a slick sheen of cum and pussy juice. He swiveled his head, taking in a deep breath and letting it out as a satisfied sigh as he surveyed his domain. Couch, TV, armchair, Diamond storming towards him... He blinked.

If he was a statue of marble, Diamond was lovingly carved of dark, warm mahogany. Her body was a study in contrasts, hard and soft, feminine and masculine, alluring and intimidating. She was statuesque, only two or three inches shorter than he, with a solid, strong frame and confident bearing. Her body was toned, even muscular from her rigorous exercise, and it showed. Her arms and legs were long and strong, clear lines of shadow tracing the contours of each muscle. She didn't have a particularly slim waist, but her core was solid muscle, six-pack abs rippling as she moved. But despite the hard muscle and the raw power contained within, there was plenty of softness, too. Every inch her skin was smooth and soft, nearly blemish-free. Her chest was quite impressive, each swaying, bouncing breast almost the size of a volleyball, though they looked somewhat smaller on her more impressive frame. But unquestionably, her most alluring trait was her ass. Her hips flared out wide from her waist to support the jaw-dropping posterior, twin gleaming, glistening globes of perfectly round, softly-jiggling ass-flesh, a truly legendary ass, an epic ass. Her face perfectly married the concepts of softness and hardness, with high, regal cheekbones, smooth cheeks, push, plump lips, and chestnut-brown eyes that flashed with an intimidating anger. She wore little, a black tube-top that pushed her impressive tits together into an enchanting valley of cleavage, a pair of skin-tight shorts stretched over her wide hips, not quite able to fully contain the immensity of her rear. The straps of a black thong rode up over those wide hips as they swiveled with her steps, long, strong legs eating up distance as she marched forward, her features locked into an imperious glare of disapproval... Oh, right. 

Distracted as he was, she barreled into him before he could react. She stepped in close before he could blink, eyes locked into his, and raised a hand, planting it on one granite pectoral. Planting her feet, she straightened her arm, the heel of her hand digging into the muscle as she pushed. He found himself surprised by her strength as she shoved him back until his shoulders hit the wall beside the basement door with surprising force, pinning him there with the hand on his chest. Sam wouldn't have been able to simply shove him like that, even unprepared. Her eyes still glaring into his, a burning anger clear in her gaze, intense enough to make up for the three inches and 50 pounds of muscle he had on her. Her free hand planted itself on her hip as she kept him pinned there, and she spoke, her voice almost a growl. "You're a real asshole, you know that, Dick?"

It took him a moment to process what was happening. As it fell into place, his brows furrowed with indignation and more than a touch of annoyance. "What the hell!? I haven't done anything to you!" He replied, temper flaring to match her aggression. "And don't call me Dick." He added, a note of warning in his tone.

"Well, if the shoe fits, Dick." She snapped back, quickly. "It's not about me. It's about what you've done to my friends." She began, clearly gearing up for a longer speech. "You took advantage of a bunch of schoolgirl crushes and made yourself some kind of... freaky harem thing! Teenagers, my friends, even your own daughter! You didn't even bother using protection! It doesn't matter to you that it's not exactly a safe time of the month. No, you just fucked them and came inside them, over and over, and over... I bet every one of them is knocked up with your little bastard kids by now." She growled, her words sharp with anger. She prodded a finger pointedly into his chest. "I bet that's a fucking thrill for you! I bet you think you're some kinda big man, a real stud, huh? Well, you're not. You're just a perv getting a twisted thrill. You're not gonna be the one carrying them around for nine months, getting fat just in time for graduation... And if you think you're gonna get out of paying the medical bills, or helping with the kids? I'll make sure you can't do it again, right here, right now, you get me?" She added, almost snarling as she suddenly moved. Her hand went to the side as she stepped in closer, elbow hitting his chest forcefully as she braced her forearm across it, her knee suddenly rising. It slammed into the wall between his legs with a loud, illustrative thud as she glared at him.

She had more of a point that he was entirely comfortable admitting, but implying he'd try to get out of responsibility was a step too far in his book. "I never did anything without consent, and I would NEVER cut and run, not on my own children." He growled in response. "If they need me, I'll be there. Even if they never want to see me again, even if they won't let me see the kids." He added, simply, his tone softening somewhat, but his gaze remaining locked with hers.

Diamond studied his expression for a moment, eyes narrowed, and for an instant, he thought he could see some other emotion behind the anger. Suddenly her eyes widened in surprise and she looked down, eyes falling upon the eighteen-inch marble shaft that was now resting its fat, fist-sized crown against her rippling, mahogany abs, a little smear of mixed cum left where it touched. It gave a pulse, hot and weighty as it rested against her. Her gaze returned to meet his with renewed fire.

"Disgusting." She growled. "You didn't even wipe it off when you were done with Rosa. Fucking pervert. Walking around the house with your dick hanging out, like you're a fucking stud. Just because you got a couple girls half your age into bed? This is one hell of a midlife crisis, Dick." She shook her head. "You don't just get to do whatever you want. There are rules. You don't get a free pass to do whatever you want just because you're big, or scary, or strong, or handsome, or hung." She commented. He gasped as he suddenly felt her fingers make contact with his shaft, sliding over its surface with the slick coating of cum as they struggled to encircle even half its girth, squeezing tight to get a firm grip. It was almost hard enough to hurt. Almost. 

"This fucking cock is not a get-out-of-jail free card." she insisted, pulling it off her abs, but not letting it go, her hand sliding just a tiny bit up its length. Her eyes fell to get a proper look at it. "Fuck, just look at this nasty thing. No wonder you got some sort of complex about it. It's all this ridiculous fucking cock's fault. It's just too fucking BIG." She commented as her hand began to move up and down its length, slowly, its journey eased by the slick seed coating it. "It's too fat to fit anywhere. It's too long to use properly. And it's always hard! How can you still be hard, you perverted fuck?" She demanded, giving it another almost-painful squeeze. Her tone was angry and disgusted, but her eyes stayed locked on the throbbing, meaty slab as her hand slid slowly up and down its length. 

There was something else going on, hidden behind a mask of anger and disgust, and he took a chance. His hands snapped forward, suddenly, gripping her wide, flared hips, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her mouth-watering ass where they could reach. Before she could react, he pivoted, rolling the two of them along the wall until their positions were reversed, her back striking the wall with a thump. She still kept him at a distance, her elbow wedged into his pecs, but he pressed his lower body forward, raising a knee until his thigh was planted between hers, pressed tight to her needy slit, making her suddenly bite back a gasp. "Maybe I am a pervert. But if I am, what does that make you? You agreed to come. You could have left and called the cops when you saw me and Sam making out, or when she pulled it out. You could have just walked away when I explained the rules." He listed, tensing his thigh with each sentence, grinding a knot of muscle into her sex with each point. "But you didn't, did you? You didn't leave, or stop me, or object. You even joined in. You couldn't stop yourself. Because you wanted it. Because you still want it, even if you can't admit it. You want it even as you try to convince both of us otherwise." He added, his fat cock giving a throb in her grip. 

Her teeth sank into her lower lip once more, her eyes screwed shut, fighting the sensations rolling through her body, but she couldn't contain a small whimper. Her hand as still moving, absently stroking the length of his fearsome endowment as his words rang in her ears. He was wrong, she told herself. She wasn't getting turned on. She didn't want him. She'd gotten over him. She loved Martin now. She wasn't going to lose to him like this. Again and again, she told herself these things, forced herself to believe them, but his words echoed in her mind, ringing with truth she couldn't quite force herself to deny. "Fuck..." She muttered, softly, the sentence faltering on her lips as his muscle ground into her needy core. Her eyes snapped open, blazing with anger. "Fuck you, Dick." she growled, and, bracing on the wall, gave a powerful shove.

Rich was taken aback once again by her surprising strength. With only one foot braced, he was no match for the surprise attack, and stumbled backwards, trying to get his feet under him. Then the back of his knee hit something, and with no more room to get his footing, he fell hard. He landed heavily on the sofa, the springs giving a soft sound of complaint as he bounced slightly, settling into place with his his head by one arm, his ankles resting on the edge of the other, his limbs sprawled out to try to catch himself and his throbbing shaft jutting skyward. He growled with annoyance and tried to push himself up, elbow sinking into the padding, but he stalled when he saw Diamond looming over him, already standing in front of the couch.

She glared down at his prone form imperiously, her smoldering frustration obvious in her expression, her hands planted on her hips. There was a moment of tense silence as they looked each other in the eyes, and he wasn't quite sure if he should try to brace himself against an elbow drop or not. "...You're still an asshole." She managed, reluctance in her voice. Her hands suddenly twisted, and her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her short-shorts. Her wide hips rolled side-to-side as she worked the tight material down over them, one side at a time. It almost would have looked like a strip tease if not for the cold stare of disdain on her face. The narrow straps of her black thong rode high on those generous hips even as the shorts slid down an inch at a time. He could only watch as those tiny shorts finally passed the widest curve of her hips, and she bent at the waist, stepping out of them and presenting him with a fantastic angle to stare down the deep valley of her cleavage. She caught his gaze as she straightened back up. 

"Pervert." she muttered, though the venom was gone from her tone, before suddenly pivoting and raising one leg. In one smooth motion she threw the leg out wide, swinging it over him, his eyes tracing the lines of muscle on the long, strong limb, before she suddenly brought her knee down, seemingly right toward his stomach. He flinched as it descended, only to find it settling just an inch or two to the side of his abs.The second knee joined the first, this one on the other side, and he was presented with an eye-popping view. The black fabric of her thong was eclipsed between the twin moons presented to his eager eyes, her gloriously thick, juicy ass bared before him, the smooth, soft skin entirely flawless. As she bent at the waist slightly, her ass was thrust to greater prominence, giving a soft jiggle as she shifted, her hands coming together to grip his cum-slick cock, starting to pumps slowly up and down its length. "...This is a one-time thing. And you can NOT cum inside me." She emphasized, her tone still annoyed, but softer now. 

He nodded, wordlessly, eyes still boggling at her rear. Sam had told him a story once, between fits of laughter, about this view. Apparently, she'd leaned up against a telephone pole, and when she came away, an errant nail had caught on her waistband. The pants tore, she stumbled, and the fall widened the tear further. When she hit the ground, her shorts had been around her knees, her face in the dirt, and before she'd managed to get up, there was a crash. Some unlucky driver had actually veered off the road into a parked car at the sight, meaning, to Sam's interpretation, Diamond had an ass that could literally cause accidents. He had to admit, he understood the driver a bit better now. Her perfectly round, ebony cheeks were practically hypnotic, and he found himself reaching for them slowly, without even thinking about it.

The spell was broken when diamond seemed satisfied he was hard enough, and she shifted down his body, kneeling over his hips, bracing one hand on his ankle while the other kept a grip on the slick shaft. He watched her positioning herself above the shaft, hips wiggling as she readied herself for the main event, a glimpse of wetness on her inner thighs. Suddenly, a realization struck him and he cursed inwardly. He was sorely tempted to let her continue, but the potential fallout wasn't worth it. "Wait! Stop!" He called, waving a hand to try to get her attention.

She paused, looking rather annoyed at the interruption of her concentration as she glanced back over her shoulder. "What, you got a problem with me, old man?" She grumbled.

He shook his head and sighed. "No, I just realize, I'm still covered in cum. If you put it in like this, it won't matter if I cum inside you or not. I'm gonna have to shower and clean off before we can do anything." He explained.

She frowned. "...Shit." She cursed, turning back to face his feet. She looked down between her thighs to his cock for a long moment, chewing her lower lip as though making a decision, weighing her options.

There was an awkward moment of silence as she hovered there. "Well, I guess I should get started-" He began, as he tried to move, but she gripped his ankle tight. "Uh, I'm kinda gonna need that-" He started to joke, hoping to lighten the mood and get his foot back, when she cut him off.

"Shut up." She instructed, seeming to make up her mind. She shifted, once more steering the fat helmeted head of his cock into position as her hips came down, her slit descending toward it slowly but steadily.

His eyes widened. "I'm telling you, if you put it in now, you're going to end up-" He cautioned, but he was once again cut off.

"Shut up! I know what I'm doing." She growled, offering no further explanation as her hips dropped, her hand leaving his ankle to take hold of her thong and tug the fabric strip aside. He could see her pussy clearly now, glistening with arousal. Well... if she wanted to risk it, he wasn't going to fight all too hard, and relaxed somewhat, watching the events unfold. Suddenly she dropped her hips again, and he felt the tip of his member touch warm, soft flesh. His eyes widened when he realized she'd aimed his shaft back, and his member was now nosing against the ebony teen's tight little o-ring, her smooth, glistening ass-cheeks actually pushed apart by the presence of his monolithic member.

Before he could muster any sort of response, she straightened up, bit her lip, and let herself sink onto the titanic shaft. For the second time today, he found himself hypnotized by the sight of a tight teen asshole stretching and straining to accommodate his girth. She struggled to stifle the sounds the sensations provoked, unable to contain strangled whimpers and groans of pain and lewd satisfaction. She clearly wasn't as patient as his daughter, and more stubborn, to boot. She shivered slightly as her straining backdoor fought to reject the intrusion, the only thing easing his passage being the slick sheen of cum from his last encounter. It seemed impossible, the wide knob seemingly just too big for the tiny hole, but she wasn't willing to give up so easily. She wouldn't let herself lose to his cock. She gritted her teeth, eyes squeezed shut as she relaxed her thighs, letting her body fall onto the impaling shaft. With a sudden sensation, almost like a pop, the resistance eased, and her eyes shot open as his monster invaded a full six inches into her spasming asshole. A ragged moan of pain tempered by pleasure poured from her lips as she was stretched like never before. She could barely keep enough strength in her legs to keep herself from falling the rest of the way as she trembled atop his cock.

The sensations on his pulsing shaft were incredible. Her entrance gripped around his girth like a vice, so incredibly tight it felt like she might break it off with an errant twitch. Her depths were softer, hot and welcoming around his driving spear, despite the rhythmic spasms of her body straining to adapt to his size. The pleasure was intense despite her stillness, and the instinct to drive forward, to pound himself into her incredible ass to the hilt, was just as strong, but he held himself back, groaning through gritted teeth as her o-ring squeezed hard around him. He glanced up to her shivering form, muffled moans and whimpers escaping her lips as she tried to adapt. He hesitated. "Are... are you okay?" He asked after a moment.

Diamond didn't look at him as she held herself perched atop his pillar of cock. "I'm fine." She replied, her voice as level as possible through the sensations wracking her body.

"...Are you sure?" He probed, without thinking.

"I said I'm fine!" She snapped, then let loose a whimper as another inch of throbbing ivory cockmeat disappeared into her gripping asshole. "This- This is nothing. It takes a lot more than this to stop me... Dick." She insisted, finishing off her statement with a little needling to show him who was in charge. She rolled her hips slightly, biting her lip as she did, just to prove she could.

Richard narrowed his eyes in annoyance. Her stubbornness was losing its appeal, and her attitude was beginning to grate on him. Perhaps it was time to show her just who she was dealing with. "Well, if that's how it is..." He commented cooly, hands reaching out to grip her hips tightly, fingers eagerly sinking into pliable flesh. "Then why stop there?" He added, his lips curling into a wicked grin. Diamond's eyes widened as she looked back over her shoulder. His expression told her all she needed to know, and she opened her mouth to stop him, but it was already too late. His mighty arms flexed, his body arched, and together, the opposing forces speared inch after inch of fist-thick, unyielding, unstoppable cock into her twitching, gripping depths. Diamond's eyes were wide, and she writhed like she was electrocuted as he invaded her ass, failing and grabbing for anything nearby as intense pain and pleasure drew alternating moans and screams from her lips. He took her slowly inch by fat inch, but never stopped, drilling ever-deeper into her ass, stretching her wider, driving deeper than Martin ever had, ever COULD. Her body was never given the chance to adjust to the immense invader, her well-stretched back door screaming sensations of pain, pleasure, and fullness to her mind as she howled wordlessly, writhing and shaking helplessly before his onslaught. 




Daddy's Home Ch. 08



There was a soft crush as her juicy rear flattened against Richard's hips, his impossible length hilted inside her, hips pressed tight against her sculpted ass. Both let out a deep groan, their voices mingling in satisfaction, relief, and pleasure. Diamond sat on her friend's father's hips, the biggest cock she'd ever seen filling her gripping ass like nothing before. She could feel it throbbing deep inside, like a second heartbeat, twitching and jerking around, lodged deep in her tight hole. She was speechless with the sensation. For an instant, she felt like her balance was going, like she was tipping backward, but she swiftly realized he was guiding her back, laying her back down on his chest. Her body still twitched around his girth, her massive ebony orbs swaying with each deep breath, still barely restrained by her tube-top. 

She could feel his warm, strong hands as they slid up her sides and her body, their arcing path tracing them over her abs before they went further north, up to her chest, to her swaying, wobbling mounds. His strong fingers sank into the tender, pliable flesh, through the stretched black fabric of her top. The sensitive orbs reacted to his commanding grasp, the pleasure provoking a soft moan as it countered the aching throb from her abused asshole. Suddenly, his fingers curled into fists, the fabric dragging over her sensitive nipples as he seized hold of her top. His chest rumbled against her back as he gave a growl, his powerful arms straining as the fabric gave way with a loud rip. Her heaving tits spilled free, ebony peaks hardening even further under the kiss of cool air as they wobbled and swayed with her movements.

Diamond's elbow caught him in the ribs as he casually discarded her ruined top. "F-Fucker..." She cursed, both her voice and the blow lacking her usual fire, her body still struggling to adapt to the overwhelming pleasures of the titanic rod planted deep inside her tight, gripping ass. A follow-up strike died in favor of a wide-eyed moan as his hips suddenly bucked up from the couch, grinding his shaft into her tender tunnel. His ivory rod drilled into her welcoming depths, crushing her plentiful ass-flesh against his hips to get another inch of penetration. Her body reacted instantly, pleasure with only a touch of the pain she'd grown used to making her gasp and moan with surprise and lust. His hands returned to her volleyball-sized tits, his pale fingers a stark contrast to her mahogany flesh as they kneaded her orbs eagerly. His fingertips sought out her dark nipples with practiced ease, casually toying with the sensitive pleasure-buds. His chest rumbled against her back once more as he growled with lust, and he began to thrust in earnest. 

Again and again he thrust his hips against her juicy ass, hips smacking loudly against the thick, jiggling ass-flesh as he bounced his hips off the couch springs to hammer his fat shaft deep into her twitching, well-stretched asshole. Diamond moaned freely as his pace quickened, each thrust of his thick, vein-marbled tube steak rocking her mind with overwhelming sensation. Her muscles twitched and spasmed as the intense sensations short-circuited her body. Tension built deep inside her as his fat rod invaded her ass over and over. With each stroke, the pain grew weaker, the pleasure sharper. The tension was becoming unbearable, the pleasure too much. She couldn't contain it. All at once, something inside her gave way, and the knot of tension exploded like a grenade. A shockwave of white-hot pleasure rolled through her body, every muscle it touched locking up almost painfully. All thought was seared away as it struck her mind, and she heard herself mindlessly howling out every last gasp of air in her lungs in a deep, ragged cry that walked the edge between scream and moan.

It seemed to take an eternity for the inferno of pleasure to abate and her thoughts to reform, her body still trembling with the last gasps of the sudden orgasm, her mahogany skin gleaming with a soft sheen of sweat as she panted for breath. Below her, she could feel Rich's rock-hard muscles, his body still as she came spectacularly from the brutal pounding of her juicy rear. She could still feel his immense shaft, an unyielding, iron-hard slab of cockmeat buried to the hilt inside her. She could still feel it deep inside, filling her, stretching her to accommodate its insane girth, still hard as ever.

Something inside her stirred at that sensation. Her competitive side roared back to the forefront of her mind. She couldn't just let him one-up her like that. She had to get him back. She wouldn't let him win so easily. She said nothing as she suddenly braced one hand on his chest and pushed herself upright on his hips, shivering as she felt his shaft shift slightly inside her. His fearsome rod was still buried to the hilt in her asshole, seated snug inside her, and when she moved, it shifted, until it was jutting straight up from his hips. Diamond began to shift slowly, planting one leg, then swinging the other around, keeping her body still until she got a solid foothold. Then, she twisted, and Rich let out a deep groan at the novel sensation, closing his eyes for a moment. when he opened them once more, diamond loomed over him, her hands braced on his mighty pecs as she straddled his hips, her heavy tits swaying beneath her as she leaned forward with a cocky, almost predatory grin. 

"My turn." She half-growled and half-purred, giving her hips a playful wiggle like a dog eager to chase down a ball. Suddenly, she lifted her hips, drawing a deep groan from Rich as her tight balloon knot gripped his girth, milking the length of his shaft hungrily. Before he could react she slammed them back down, hips smacking loudly against his as she hilted the brutish cock once again. She let out a moan of her own as she was filled once more, the pleasure coursing through her, but she didn't let up. Her hips wiggled lewdly as they pressed against his, making her depths tighten and writhe around his length in new, incredible ways. 

Again and again she rose and fell, her hips rolling on his cock faster and faster. Soon she was slamming her hips down on his, riding him at a furious gallop, her tight asshole devouring a foot of thick marble cock with each rhythmic crash of flesh on flesh, the sound filling the room. The ever-quickening beat blending with the moans and groans of their mutual lust. The vice-like grip of her ebony o-ring milked his length with each stroke, the fearsome shaft throbbing deep inside her as she rode him hard. Her heavy tits swayed with each movement, the hanging orbs wobbling and jiggling alluringly as she moved. Her breaths came out in ragged moans and panting breaths as his crown speared deep into her ass, then dragged over her walls with each movement, drawing shuddering waves of pleasure from her depths, her fingernails scratching over his pecs with each surge. Through it all, her eyes studied him, watching his expressions as he savored her ass, grin widening with each groan or gasp she drew from him.

Her aggressive riding certainly seemed to be getting results. He groaned and grunted, gritting his teeth. He could feel his pleasure building toward release, but he wasn't just gonna take it. His hands lunged forward, and his powerful grip once more settled onto the natural flare of her hips, fingers sinking into dark flesh possessively. He growled, the rumbling rolling through Diamond's fingertips, and bucked his hips up to meet hers as they fell. Her eyes widened in surprise and her head rolled back as a louder moan suddenly forced itself from her lips, pleasure crashing through her. But her surprise was short lived, and as her gaze once more fell to his, he saw a fire in her eyes, the predatory grin on her face returning as she let loose a growl of her own. As he began to thrust again, she slammed her hips down harder, redoubling her efforts. Her hips whipped down to meet his thrusts, bodies slamming together loudly, her ass quivering with the force of each impact. Couch springs squeaked in complaint as the two powerhouses fucked like animals, each meeting the other with equal fury, moans, groans, and lusty growls ringing out. 

With each titanic impact, their cries grew louder and louder, soon filling the high-ceilinged living room and likely the rest of the house. Suddenly, the sounds crescendoed as one, their bodies slamming together one final time before they exploded in pleasure. His balls pulled tight to the base of his throbbing, wildly jerking shaft as her depths began to spasm around his immense girth. Her o-ring seized tight, almost threatening to tear his monster off as gallons of white-hot seed rushed through his body, boiling up from his potent seed-tanks. His fat cum-channel bulged with the sheer volume of creamy spunk, swelling with enough force to pry open the death grip of her entrance and surge through, up the length of his mighty rod. Their voices peaked with pleasure as it washed over then in unison, rolling through their nerves like wildfire as thick seed blasted from the flared tip of his titanic shaft and into her welcoming depths. Her upper body fell to his chest, her breasts flattening against his muscular pecs as pleasure stole her strength. Oceans of cum flooded her depths, pouring deep into her body with one might spurt after another, his mighty rod lurching with each volley. Their voices sank to a long, deep groan as the peak passed and they were left in the long, slowly-loosening grasp of pleasure, occasionally twitching and groaning a bit louder as his seemingly endless seed continued to flow into her depths. 

Nearly a minute later, the two were panting heavily, bodies gleaming with sweat as they lay in a pile of tangled limbs, trying to catch their breath as they savored the afterglow of a truly epic climax. Diamond was the first to move, slowly pushing herself up to a kneeling position, Richard's gargantuan shaft still lodged deep inside her. She bit her lip and braced herself as she slowly, slowly began to lift herself up, her gripping ring squeezing at each inch that passed, as though it wasn't willing to let go just yet. With a few soft whimpers, she finally reached the head, and with a soft pop, she was off it. Her backdoor sealed shut in moments, only a tiny trickle of pearly cream escaping to cascade down her thigh, contrasting sharply with her mahogany flesh. She climbed down off the couch, stepping cautiously, and saying nothing. Rich caught a tiny wince before she turned her back to him, and turned her gaze to the floor. 

Finding her goal, she bent down, treating him to a rather spectacular view of her jiggling, plump rear, a sight impressive enough to earn an appreciative pulse from his cock where it lay against his abs. When she straightened back up, her hand held her phone, and she held it out before her, staring intensely into the dark screen, her features hardening incrementally. Swiftly her thumbs went to work, swiping and tapping in an inscrutable pattern. She shifted, planting one hand on a wide hip, the other raising the phone to her ear, the faint sound of ringing audible even at this distance. As he watched, he could see her body language stiffen, her muscles tense, her shoulders squared, her foot tapping impatiently. He suddenly felt sorry for whoever was waiting on the other end of the line. There was a click, and she opened her mouth, then hesitated, shutting it, foot tapping faster, letting out an irritated huff.

There a soft beep, and she spoke immediately, her tone level, cold, and harsh. "Martin. This isn't working for me. It's over. We're through. For good. Don't bother begging or trying to win me back this time. You fucked it up, and I'm done with you. Accept it and hang up the phone, or I'll have to drive the point home." She warned, pausing for a moment to take a deep breath. When she spoke again, the cold harshness was replaced with burning anger. "Well, because you can't fucking leave it alone, here's all the reasons WHY I'm dumping your sorry ass. You're jealous, possessive, and paranoid, but you still somehow managed to never be there for me when I need you. That alone would be plenty, but I'm just getting started. You're obsessed with your fucking lacrosse, and it's fucked up your priorities to the point that you care about a damn game more than your girlfriend. If that weren't enough, you're always an asshole to my friends when I'm with you and hitting on them when I'm not around, and your sorry ass is not worth giving them up. Twelve inches is worth a lot of shit, Martin, but you somehow managed to pull it off. Congratulations, I'll be sure to let every girl in the school know what a colossal waste of fucking time you are." She finished, her tone shifting to mock praise. 

There was a moment of silence as she finished her rant but she didn't pull the phone from her ear. Rich thought he might have heard a beep, but she didn't move. He could see her stance relaxing slowly before she spoke again, her tone softer this time. "I... I've found somebody else, Martin. I won't tell you who, you don't know him. He's always been there for me when I needed him. He's always been good and kind and gentle, even when I didn't appreciate him. All my friends love him. He's the biggest, strongest guy I know, and I know he'd fight for me, even if I don't deserve it. He's... he's really hot, too, and he knows how to treat a woman. He's everything you aren't and more." She added, then paused. "And Martin? He'd bigger than you." She added, giving a final twist of the knife before she finally pulled the phone from her ear and tapping the red symbol with a note of finality.

She let out a sigh, the tension in her body visibly relaxing, before she turned on her heel to face Rich once again. He was grinning broadly, lounging back on the couch casually, and opened his mouth before she swiftly cut him off, planting a hand on her hip and furrowing her brown. "Just so you know, Dick, that was a private phone call. If I found out you were eavesdropping on my private conversation, I would pretty much have to kick your pasty white ass black and blue." She warned. Rich suppressed his grin to a smirk, and held up his hands in a gesture of innocence, shaking his head.

She suddenly bend down, scooping up the torn strip of fabric that was the remains of her black tube-top, holding it up with a look of displeasure as she stepped forward. "You know you're buying a replacement for this, right? Maybe two. This was my favorite tube-top, after all, and they don't exactly stock my size everywhere." She informed him matter-of-factly as she stepped toward him, taking the fabric in both hands. She slipped to her knees beside the couch, saying nothing more, and with a quick motion, wrapped the scrap of material around the base of his marble shaft. Taking it in both hands, she worked the loop of material up and down its length, an inch or two at a time, twisting it around the shaft with each pump. Slowly the unconventional handjob moved up his length, from root to tip, carefully wiping the length clean as it passed. As she reached the crown, she took a little extra time to polish the flared, smooth tip with the soft, stretchy material. "God, how the fuck is this still hard..." she muttered, her tone somewhere between angry and impressed.

With the task complete, the mahogany-skinned amazon wasted no time. She tossed the cum-stained scrap aside and sprang onto the couch once more, practically pouncing Rich as she stood astride his hips, one hand braced on his pecs while the other took hold of his titanic fuckstick and aimed it straight up. Her long legs folded, and her hips dropped until the fist-sized head of his monstrous marble pillar just barely kissed the hot, dripping lips of her needy slit. She gave him a teasing grin, wagging her hips side to side as she steered the tip over her sensitive lips. As her petals parted, the tip slipped between them, and she bit her lip, her nails dragging on his chest, and let herself sink.

He groaned out as her warm, wet entrance spread to accommodate his thick helmet, stretching wide, then hesitating, before finally stretching wider still. Her ass had been incredible, but nothing quite compared to the pleasures of a tender pussy experiencing his girth for the first time. Stretched wider than ever before, her weight drove her pussy down until it finally engulfed the broad, gleaming head in its hungry embrace, the muscles of her channel rolling over the head as sensation overwhelmed them. She let out a moan of her own as she sank further and further, each inch of progress bringing new pleasures as he slowly filled her aching slit. Her pussy milked at his length with a mind of its own, chaotically gripping around his shaft. As she passed six inches, she was still for a moment, eyes squeezed shut, teeth sunk into her bottom lip, head tilted back as pleasure rolled through her, breasts heaving with her deep, sighing breaths. When her eyes opened once mores, she whipped her head forward to look into his eyes, a competitive flame burning within them. "Come on, Dick, fuck me like a man!" She challenged, rolling her hips, her pussy spasming wildly with the sudden shift. 

He groaned again, unable to refuse such an appealing challenge. His hands slid over her hips, passing their familiar perch atop her hips to seize a double-handful of juicy ass-flesh, fingers sinking into the flesh, kneading her ample ass like dough. The angle made her back arch like a bow, and she gasped at the unexpected sensation. His arms stiffened, and he gave a rumbling growl in his chest as her forced her ass down as he bucked up to meet it. She cried out, overwhelmed by the sudden sensation of another six inches boring into her depths in an instant, brutally stretching her sensitive slit wider than ever before. A full foot of thick, veiny cock disappeared into her hungry pussy, the wide knob grinding over sensitive spots she didn't even know she had, before striking a familiar obstruction deep inside her. He probed the firm, unyielding wall inside her with his crown, each grind making her twitch slightly with the sharp rush of sensation. He paused there, just under a third of his monstrous, meaty cock still outside her dripping slit, her juices running down his length in tiny, glistening rivulets. He looked up to meet her gaze, her face a mix of surprise and pleasure, eyes unfocused. When she realized he was looking, her lips curled into a cocky grin. "Is that all you got?" She demanded, the implication clear enough. 

With a fearsome growl, he suddenly moved, rising from the couch, keeping his cock planted deep in Diamond's juicy slit as he shifted. Diamond gave a gasp of surprise as he sent her sprawling to her back, her head coming to rest just short of the arm of the couch as he rolled with her, planting his knees. He seized her long, strong legs, one at a time, and braced them on his shoulders as he leaned forward, looming over her as he planted his hands on the arm of the couch just above her head. His muscular frame eclipsed the ceiling light, his powerful body hanging over her, like it was about to crush her. Her eyes widened as he gave her a wicked grin, and began to move. 

Diamond gasped as he suddenly dragged his hips back, the angle making the flared crown of his titanic cock drag over every sensitive spot she had, all the way until the rim teased her entrance, leaving an aching emptiness in his wake. Then, with a mighty thrust, he drove back in once more, his muscles straining and he barreled into her depths like a freight train only to crash into her impenetrable barrier. She hissed with the jolt of pleasure and pain the rolled out from her deepest parts. He hesitated for an instant, just long enough for her to snap "Come on, harder, you fucker!" with a growl that turned to a moan and he repeated the motion, faster. It was like his brutal, beefy cock was flipping every switch in her pussy with each motion. Each deep, grinding thrust trained her pussy to accept him, reshaping her, erasing all traces of Martin's foot-long in the process. 




Daddy's Home Ch. 08



He fucked her like a machine, a pistoning, pounding engine of lust, slowly accelerating with each mighty, mechanical drive of his hips. He hammered deep into her again and again, driving his unrelenting iron rod against the unyielding wall deep within her. Soon he was brutally jackhammering against it, his hips almost a blur as he drove into it again and again. Each deep, driving stroke provoked a sharp burst of pain and pleasure, a tiny explosion that made her body flinch, her breath hitch. She was moaning and screaming wildly as he pounded her slit, each stroke making the sound stutter. Her pussy gripped and milked at his girth wildly as he pounded at the gates to depths no man had ever gone before. 

He growled in frustration and yet another fearsome thrust came to an abrupt stop, his crown crushed against the unyielding wall. He wasn't making any progress as far as he could tell, her defenses were simply too strong. He gave another stalled stroke and growled once more. He wasn't going to be able to overpower her like this. That thought set off an idea that made his lips curl into a mischievous grin. He let his arms relax, lowering his head toward the moaning, screaming dark-skinned beauty beneath him, his hips still pounding rhythmically into her depths. His lips to her ear, he whispered a simple command. Almost immediately, she began to thrash and squirm violently, and he barely managed to get his head out of the way in time as she began to whip her head side to side, spewing curses and invectives through her moans and cries. "Never! AAH! Fuck yo-OOH! Pervert! Piece of- OOHHHH GOD! ASSHOLE!" she snarled furiously. Her body told a different story though, her hungry pussy suddenly gripping tight around his length, her thrashing conveniently grinding her hips up to meet his in time with his brutal thrusts. He simply grinned, relentlessly pounding his massive cock deep into her. 

"You twisted - FUCK! I won't -HA-AHH! You can't -OHHHH!" She stammered, snarled, moaned and gasped as he pounded away without pause, his hips a blur as he drove deep into her gripping, sensitive slit. Giving up on forming real sentences, she opted for silence, gritting her teeth tight, hissing out angry huffs and the occasional groan as he struck the perfect spot deep inside her pussy. He expertly worked every inch of her slit, shifting the angle of his hips to seek out new pleasure buttons with each stroke, her own thrashings making it even easier. After a few tense moments, he saw her eyes roam down between her tits, drawn to the scene of his huge white cock pounding and pleasuring her ebony slit. He felt a tiny give as something inside her relaxed, her thrashing growing weaker.

She couldn't take it any longer. She was on the edge. She could feel his throbbing meat at the very entrance to her deepest depths with each unstoppable stroke, she she could see his monster driving in and out, and the mind-boggling length that remained outside her. What would it feel like to have it all? To have it in her deepest depths? If it felt this good so far... she bit her lip, trying to fight off the urge, only for his ivory cock to slam into her once more, and shatter the last of her willpower. "Ohhh, fuck it, fucking BREED ME WITH YOUR BIG WHITE DIIIIICK!" she howled out the words , throwing her head back, her hips bucking up against his strokes eagerly. His iron-hard rod drove against her barrier one final time, her hips thrusting up at exactly the right moment as she surrendered to her lust, and it plowed through like a freight train. The final six inches disappeared into her as he stuffed his fat head into her womb, burying his immense cock to the hilt in her hungry, spasming slit. His thick, throbbing knob drove into her womb until it reached the very back, the velvet walls a sharp contrast to the iron grip strangling and milking his girth as he claimed every last inch of her. 

With that, every facade fell away, and she moaned and groaned without reserve, reveling in the unimaginable pleasures as he began to ravage her fertile depths with deep, powerful strokes. Her moans soon turned to an endless babble of one lusty plea after another, begging him for more and praising his prowess, her voice rising to scream out her words as her pleasure surged over and over. "Ohh, FUCK, it feels so GOOD! I LOVE it! I love your COCK! Oh, it's so BIG! So DEEP! Martin's NOTHING compared to you! Ohh, FUCK, I'm gonna CUM! You're gonna make me CUM SO HARD! Ohh, god, cum with me! Cum IN me! I want it DEEP in me! In my womb! Pump me FULL! DROWN my womb in your SEED! Ohh, fuck, KNOCK ME UP! I want it! I want YOUR baby! Fill me up, give me a baby, give me TWINS, TRIPLETS! Ohh GOD, fucking BREED ME GOOD!" She begged with desperate abandon, imploring him as she groped for his rock hard muscles, struggling to pull him closer as she felt her climax closing in. 

His mind could scarcely believe what he was hearing, but his cock didn't care if she was lying or not. He'd been holding back until he could get it all in, and the immense pleasure of plunging into her unprotected, fertile womb combined with this new stimulation was just too much to resist. He could hold back the flood no more, and he let out a deep, soulful groan as the pleasure grew beyond his control. He hammered his hips down and forward, grinding his hips against hers with his full weight, his balls tightening up against her ass as the root of his shaft ground into her clit. Seed welled up from his apple-sized balls and coursed up the length of his member in an unstoppable surge of white-hot cum. It blasted from his shaft like a cannon, striking deep in her womb, the heat and force of the first volley alone enough to make her moan. Again and again his shaft fired, swiftly flooding her fertile depths with thick, hot seed. He could feel her body beneath him and around him as it instantly reacted to the deluge, but he couldn't stop it now, it blasted forth again and again and again, drowning her womb until it strained to contain it all.

Diamond didn't realize what was happening until a moment after he planted himself to the hilt in her. The instant after the thought struck her, it was echoed by a sudden flood of unparallelled pleasure from deep inside her belly. The air was forced from her lungs in a lusty moan that mingled with Rich's groan as she was struck by the biggest, deepest orgasm she'd ever experienced. It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. She was plunged into a sea of pleasure, the pleasure suffusing her entire body in an instant. It was so huge, so incredibly strong, it was almost terrifying, but its touch was gentle, a deep, resonating satisfaction that made her body sing out with pleasure, her muscles locked up and trembling as her mind was swept away, eyes wide, her mouth open, moan long-since died as she forgot to breathe. She could feel everything happening to her body with perfect clarity, each pulse of his perfect cock, every hot rush of seed pumping into her womb. The intensity rose and fell with each new surge of cum, her body out of control in the grasp of her mind-shattering pleasure. She could feel her abs bowing out as he pumped at least a gallon of potent seed into her, and all she could feel at that thought was satisfaction.

As the two were finally released from their prolonged climaxes, his arms gave out, and he fell forward, sagging until his head hung just above hers, still hilted in her cum-stuffed womb. Without even thinking about it, she craned her neck up and pressed her lips to his in a warm, grateful kiss. He blinked, surprised, but soon met her kiss with equal tenderness. Soon tongues danced as they leisurely savored each other and the soft, pleasant buzz of afterglow. When their lips finally parted, she spoke, her chestnut eyes looking deep into his as they lay together. "I'm sorry for being a bitch." she offered, sounding ashamed of herself. "I really liked you for a long time, you know. You were always nice to me, and handsome, and all mature... But you never looked at me like that, even when I started getting curves. I tried all sorts of stupid tricks to try and get your attention. I even started dating Martin to... I dunno anymore, make you jealous, or show you I was dateable, I guess. When nothing worked, I tried to give you up, to devote myself to martin... I guess at some point, I tried to convince myself that if I couldn't have you, you weren't worth having. Sour grapes, you know? I don't know, I don't even know why I'm telling you all this..." she muttered, shaking her head and averting her gaze.

"Well, don't stop there, it's just starting to get good!" A female voice called out. The two whipped their heads around to find the source, only to see Anna and Sam leaning on the back of the couch at the other end, wide grins on their faces and cell phones out, aimed in their direction.

"That 'I'm sorry for being a bitch' line is about to be my new ringtone for you, this is golden." Sam commented, grin widening even further.

Anna looked to Sam, putting on a fake british accent. "Really now? Personally, I'm rather partial to 'Oh god, fucking breed me good', myself." She replied, then broke into giggles.

He glanced in the other direction, seeing Aiko and Rosa lingering over by the stairs, trying not the giggle out loud.

Before he even had time to blink, he was on his back again, and Diamond was in the middle of vaulting over the back of the couch, Anna and Sam already scrambling into a run, shrieking with laughter. He sat up just in time to see Diamond hot on the girl's heels. He had to admit, it was pretty funny to see her running just a little bit bow-legged.



Daddy's Home Ch. 09



Content Warning: Huge cock, Unrealistic anatomy, Incest, Bisexual ladies, Harem

Disclaimer: All characters are 18 or older

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Chapter 9: Daddy's Favorite

The black velvet veil of sleep slowly lifted from his mind as he was gently pulled back to wakefulness by a familiar sensation, a warm, wet suction, engulfing his groin. He groaned with pleasure, his voice deep with sleep as he stirred, blinking bleary eyes as he looked down to see a head-sized bulge bobbing under the sheets between his legs. He let his head fall back, groaning again, as his mind sputtered to life like an old engine trying to find its timing. As he lay there, savoring the sensation of a particularly talented pair of lips and a teasing tongue, his thoughts turned to the night before. 

It was... hazy. He remembered dinner pretty clearly, but after that, his memories were scattered, fragments of images and sensations. The soft warmth of skin pressed against his. The mingled scents of sweat, womanly nectar, and cum. The taste of cherry lip gloss. The sound of a girl moaning and begging for more. A flash of a luscious female form, writhing beneath him. He let out another deep groan under the talented tongue flicking over his shaft as the memories crystallized, his mind fitting the chaotic jumble of pieces together into something that made sense.

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Rich's baritone voice called out, deep and loud, the call resonating through the house to fill every room and grab the attention of everyone who heard it.

"Dinner~!"

He grinned, pulling on his oven mitts and turning to the stove. A wall of intense heat washed over his face as the oven door opened, making his squint as he reached into it. His hands found his prize, swiftly pulling a casserole dish out of the heat and kicking the door shut, spinning on his heel to carry the bubbling baking dish to the table. He had to admit, it was much more fun to cook for the whole gang like he used to, rather than just for himself and Sam. The day had been unusual from the very start, to say the least, but it seemed like the simple act of cooking everyone dinner seemed to give a sense of normalcy back to the day. He set the dish down carefully on a hot pad, and pulled the tinfoil covers off the other serving dishes, letting the scent of food flood the room just as the girls began to arrive. 

Sam rounded the corner, wearing nothing but black-and-purple striped stockings and an oversized black band t-shirt that came down low enough to just barely hide her ass. She had a whole drawer full of them, and often wore them as pajamas, a habit that had been rather troublesome until very, very recently. Her eyes widened at the spread laid out on the table. "Wow! You really went all-out, huh?" She exclaimed, looking over the buffet before her with a hungry look. The casserole dish still bubbled slowly, filled to almost overflowing with Rich's fancy four-cheese macaroni, the thick, creamy sauce baked to a delicious golden brown on the surface, finely-chopped bacon bits sprinkled over the top and stirred into the sauce. On the serving platter lay a half-dozen steaks, dark grill lines criss-crossing the thick, meaty slabs, liberally dusted with pepper and spices before being seared to a perfect medium rare. The serving bowl beside it overflowed with rich emerald green broccoli crowns, stir-fried with plentiful butter and garlic until they were just tender.

Anna followed swiftly on Sam's heels, still wearing her impossibly overfilled parody of a schoolgirl uniform, her epic, heaving, basketball-sized freckled tits straining against the top as she drew in a deep breath. "Damn, that smells fantastic!" She commented as she let the breath out in a sigh, breasts wobbling with momentum as she opened her eyes.

The two girls quickly found themselves a pair of seats, Sam settling in next to her father's seat at the head of the table, grinning broadly. "I know, right?" She agreed, licking her black-painted lips. "It feels like it's been a year since breakfast!" She added, eyes flicking from dish to dish like she wasn't sure where to start.

Rosa didn't seem to have the same hesitance as she walked around the table in her bikini, almost casually sticking a fork into one of the steaks as she passed and carrying it to her place as she sat down. No time for indecisiveness among her siblings, you had to get what you wanted before all the good stuff was gone. "This all looks so delicious..." She commented, pulling in her chair as she reached for the serving spoon to help herself to the macaroni. 

As Anna and Rosa momentarily squabbled over the serving spoon, one could have almost missed Aiko's arrival. The tiny Japanese teen was quiet as a ghost as she made her way to her seat, a borrowed pajama shirt of Sam's hanging off her slender frame like a shroud. While she didn't say anything, her eagerness was clear on her face as she slid into place, helping herself to the uncontested garlic broccoli while Sam laid claim to the largest slab of steak and deposited it on Rich's plate.

Diamond arrived last, only the barest trace of a hitch in her stride as she walked toward the table. She too was wearing a borrowed pajama top from Sam, her own top ruined when he tore it off in the heat of the moment, but while the oversized shirt had engulfed Aiko's tiny frame, it hardly seemed able to contain the amazon, draped over the shelf of her full breasts, the hem stopping just above the waistband of her tight short-shorts. She leaned over the table, bending at the waist, offering Rich a view down the stretched collar of the shirt into the deep valley of her mahogany cleavage as she grabbed herself a steak. "Doesn't look half-bad, Dick." She commented, a begrudging acceptance punctuated with the nickname he so disliked. "You know, I always forget you can actually cook." she added, casually.

Sam smirked, looking at Diamond. "Well, I suppose the early years made a pretty strong impression. Every meal at home was either burned, frozen, or prepackaged." She recalled as she filled out her plate, turning to her father. "I seem to remember you managed all three at once a few times." She reminded, teasingly.

He shook his head, scooping up a heaping helping of macaroni. "Well, seems like the teasing has started, so I guess it's officially dinner now." He commented with a subtle smirk. "In my defense, I started getting better after retirement." He added, then shook his head again. "This does bring back memories, though. It's almost like one of those sleepovers you guys had for all those years. Just a normal evening with my little girl and her best friends..." He sighed, smiling softly as he reminisced.

Anna smirked at him. "I don't know about 'normal'. For one thing, I'm definitely looking forward to Tonight's after-dinner entertainment more than some movie." She commented. "Things are definitely changing..." She added, words tapering off as she closed her lips around a spoonful of macaroni, grinning around the spoon. 

Rosa paused in mid-grace, looking thoughtful. "Well... does this really change all that much?" She wondered aloud. She glanced around the table. "I mean, we all liked him before today, right? That's not changed. We'll probably be spending more time here, but other than that... Instead of watching movies and gossiping about boys, we'll just... you know." Rosa muttered, gesturing for the sentence to be completed.

"Fuck" Diamond finished, firmly. "That's the word you were looking for, right?" She added, after swallowing her mouthful of steak. "The fact that you can't say it normally kinda proves that something's changed." She commented, pointing around the table. "That's just the tip of the iceberg. Sex always changes a relationship, and this is a lot of relationships changing all at once. Plus, we're gonna have to get used to keeping this a secret. Which is going to be extra hard if Dick's gotten us all knocked up." She finished with a brief glare across the table. 

Sam frowned. "Hey, that's not exactly fair. It takes two, you know, and he was pretty clear when he warned you. If you couldn't keep off him, it's on you." She huffed. "And he offered to get the pill if anyone wanted it. If it's that much or a problem for you, I'm sure we can get a morning after pill." she added in her father's defense.

Aiko fidgeted quietly, shuffling a noodle around on her plate with her fork, her face flushed. "I... I wouldn't mind. If... you know, if I got... pregnant." She muttered softly, her eyes looking distant. "His children... I'm sure they would be strong... And beautiful..." She added, then looked back down to her plate, half-whispering a final comment. "And I know... I know he'd like it..."

Anna looked momentarily thoughtful. "He did see awfully eager to cum inside me and Sam..." She admitted, looking to Rich with a knowing smirk, then turning to the rest of the girls conspiratorially. "Hey, did he do the 'Master' thing with any of you?" She asked. Aiko's blushed darkened a few shades.

Rosa blinked. "The 'master thing'?" She inquired.

Sam smirked, joining the redhead as she leaned forward over the table. "Oh, yeah. Seems Daddy's a little kinky. We heard him making Aiko call him Master while he fucked her." She volunteered.

Diamond shook her head with a sigh. "Not surprising. If he'd tried that on me I'd have broken his nose and called the cops." She stated firmly.

Anna smirked, pulling out her phone and tapping a button. The speaker came to life. "Ohh, GOD, fucking BREED ME GOOD!" It echoed. Diamond's eyes shifted away, her lips tightening. It was hard to tell if she was blushing...

Rosa turned her attention to Rich, eyeing him up and down as he chewed, having given up any semblance of control in this particular conversation. "I dunno... I think it might be hot. Giving him total control, being forced to serve..." She purred, smirking. Then all at once her attention turned back to Aiko. "I'm impressed, though. I didn't think you had a kinky bone in your body." She added, giving the petite girl a playful nudge.

Aiko's face was as red as a stop sign at this point. "...He started it..." she murmured weakly in her own defense.

Anna's eternal smirk widened. "Of course he started it. He's just a randy old goat. Who else would sleep with a gaggle of teenagers all in the same day?" She asked, teasingly. "I'd be more annoyed by all the infidelity if he hadn't spent most of the afternoon fucking my brains out. But then, I suppose you just have to deal with that kind of thing when you're the favorite..." She finished, grinning triumphantly as she leaned back in her chair.

Rosa arched an eyebrow. "You're the favorite?" She asked, shaking her head "Sorry, but even if that's true, you won't be for long. I'm obviously the better choice for a favorite." She replied, laying a hand on her chest. "I'm sure time will prove that I'm the most devoted one here."

Sam frowned again. "Excuse me? You're both wrong. I'm obviously the favorite here. I'm his daughter, I did him first, I share a bed with him, and I got as much attention as you did, Anna, PLUS all last night AND this morning!" She listed on her fingers, building her case. 

Diamond rolled her eyes, huffing an exasperated sigh as she listened to the rest of them bicker.

Aiko looked toward Rich, eyes shimmering. "...Master?" She asked, a soft tremor of concern in her voice.

Rich sighed, putting down his fork and holding up his hands for silence. "Girls! Come on, girls, just calm down. I don't have a 'favorite'. Now, Sam is my daughter, so she's always going to get a little bit of special treatment. But you all get your own special treatment, too. It may be different, but I care about all of you just the same. You've all got your own special appeal and unique strengths. I could never choose just one of you." He assured.

Now it was Sam's turn to roll her eyes and sigh. "Daddy, I love you, but that's just plain weak. You're not gonna settle this by just saying 'play nice'." She explained. "We're gonna have to find out which one of us you like the most. And I think I know just the way to find out..." She purred, looking around the table to all the other girls. "I say we wipe the score clean and settle it the right way. A no-holds-barred fuckfest. Last one still conscious is the winner. Five girls enter, one girl walks away the winner." She proposed, grinning wickedly.

There was a murmur or agreement around the table, even diamond giving a begrudging nod.

Rich sighed. Clearly he was not in control of this one. They say that after a certain age, all good fathers are ruled by their daughters. He just doubted 'they' had this particular scenario in mind. He shook his head with a smirk. "No sex until you finish your dinner." He decreed, a final gesture of fatherly authority.

There was a long moment of silence around the table, only broken by the clatter of silverware.

-

The next thing he remembered was sinking into the couch, stripped to his boxers, the fabric rough against his skin. Four feminine hands caressed his muscular body, roaming in pairs, one over his shoulders, the other his abs. He looked down, seeing Rosa's luscious dark curls, framing her soft features as she kneeled between his thighs, her teeth digging in to her luscious lower lip as she eagerly anticipated what was to come next. Her hands slid down over his abs, pausing to tug at the waistband of his boxers before sliding down to cup the squeeze the monstrous bulge straining the front of the material. She groped at the grapefruit-sized package for a long moment, seemingly lost in awe at his sheer size. Finally she shook her head, freeing herself from the trance to shift her hands up to once more grip the waistband of his boxers, fingers curling under the edge as she began to pull.

There was a chorus of gasps and purrs from all around as his member was unleashed. The hands on his shoulders gripped tighter, nails softly raking over his skin. Half-hard and rapidly growing under the collective looks of awe and hunger lingering on his length, his mighty cock was already more than a foot long, a thick, meaty sausage. Free from confinement, it sprung proudly from his hips, before its own weight became too much for it to hold, and the heavy slab of cockflesh fell with a meaty smack, directly onto Rosa's face. She certainly didn't seem to mind, letting out a shuddering moan, the sensation of the weight and power of his cock making her pussy ache with awestruck lust. Her head tilted back until her lips met his member, the shaft pulsing as she delivered a wet, worshipful kiss, the beast swelling as it filled with blood.

As Rosa's tongue rolled out to worshipfully lick over his fat cock, her hands abandoned his boxers to come up and grip the fat pole. Together, they could almost close a circle around his girth, and they moved to hold his cock in place while she set about tongue-polishing every inch of his swelling shaft. Meanwhile, the hands on his shoulders moved together, running up his neck to cup his square jaw and turn his face up, to look on Sam as she stood behind the couch. She smiled down at him. "Aren't you glad you taught me to share?" She asked in her best little girl voice, her tongue slipping out to make her black lips glisten. She leaned down, descending toward him until she pressed her lips to his in a tender, passionate upside-down kiss. It was a lusty, loving, eager kiss, their tongues entwining, tasting one-another as they kissed not as family, but as lovers.

Rosa's tongue and Sam's kiss swiftly brought his beastly cock to its full glory, a beastly eighteen-inch shaft, an unyielding pillar of teen-taming mega-cock, marbled through with bulging veins. His vision was blocked by the curtain of his daughter's dark hair, but he could feel Rosa's soft, pillowy lips wrapping themselves around the full glory of his monstrous crown. He could feel her push herself down onto his cock, lips stretching wider and wider as she tried to engulf his fat, worship-worthy cock. He could feel the heat and wetness of her mouth, the eager suction that made her cheeks hollow against his head. 

Rich's hand reached out, blindly, and found Rosa's head, fingers coiling into her wavy locks, and without a word, he pulled her down. She moaned around him as his head filled her mouth entirely, then without hesitation pushed at the entrance to her throat. She swallowed, her throat rolling around his length as she swallowed inch after inch of his titanic cock. Her throat bulged around the invader as he pulled her down, down, down, until, finally, her nose met his abs, his heavy balls on her chin, all eighteen inches of cock disappeared down her throat. His tongue danced with his daughter's as Rosa swallowed with his cock planted in her mouth to the hilt, and he let out a deep groan of pleasure. This was practically paradise.

-

Diamond's sculpted mahogany body shifted into position over his hips, one knee sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips as he sat on the couch. His pale shaft, glistening with spit, stood out in sharp contrast against her rippling ebony abs. The amazonian teen gripped his shaft with one hand, her palm resting on his fat knob like a stick shift as she ground her hips along his length, her juicy slit hot against his cock. Her massive breasts swayed as she moved, the hard, suckable nipples t the summit of each tracing erratic circles in the air. She bore a confident, challenging smirk, her countless tiny braids gathered up into a ponytail that bobbed behind her as she looked deep into his eyes, a fire deep in the chestnut-brown orbs.

"Alright, Dick. It's time for a rematch!" She informed him, raising her hips up, her slit grinding along his length until her sweet snatch was positioned atop his pulsing member. "This time, I'm not going to let you go until I've drained every last drop of cum from those fat balls." She promised, her hand gripping his shoulder as she steered the tip of his cock with the other, positioning the crown at her entrance. She growled softly, almost like a purr, as she smooth tip met sensitive flesh, biting her lip, the only sign of apprehension in her expression.

She let her hips drop, and he groaned, feeling her entire weight settle into place on the tip of his cock, the unyielding shaft never bending. Her pussy squeezed like a vice around the tip of his cock, her strong core fighting to hold him back instinctively. All at once, the forces in opposition were simply too much to resist. Her hips fell, and she let out a deep groan through gritted teeth as the first nine inches of his immense ivory cock speared into her body. Her head rolled back as she experienced the familiar sensation of his immense cock filling her pussy, stretching her hole around him. 

She was still for a moment as she stabilized herself, planting her knees carefully to hold her up off his length. Then, without warning, she rolled her entire body, a wave traveling down her spine, cracking her hips like the end of a whip to slam them down onto his monstrous shaft. Her hole swallowed another three inches of cock, her mouth-watering ass clapping as it jiggled wildly with the sudden movement. She rolled her head forward again, her gaze burning even more intensely as she locked eyes with him. Without saying a word, her eyes promised him a ride he'd never forget. 

-

A sudden, sharp smack sounded, the sound cutting through the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh. In the next instant, a bolt of dull pain raced up his arm and a throaty moan rolled out of Diamond's lips, swiftly transitioning into a bitter invective. "Ohhhh~, you FUCK!" She spat, her anger flaring for a moment before it was drowned out under a tide of pleasure. His pale hand lingered on the oversized globe of her smooth mahogany ass, strong fingers sinking into her juicy rump as her rear jiggled under the force of the sudden spank. Her hips were thrust into the air as she kneeled on all fours, gripping the arm of the couch for dear life, presenting him with a truly jaw-dropping view of her spectacular ass. He kneeled behind her, thrusting his hips hard and fast, his tight ass flexing as he pumped a foot of cock in and out of her with every stroke, his rippling abs smacking against her juicy ass with a steady rhythm.




Daddy's Home Ch. 09



His free hand rose high, coming down to deliver another punishing spank to the unoccupied globe of her smooth bubble-butt. Another sharp smack sounded, swiftly followed by another moan of lust and a curse, but this time, the furious outburst was cut off by a new voice. "Oh, you fucking love it, you slut." Anna chided through a playful smirk from her position kneeling in front of the couch, her elbows on the edge and her head supported on her hands. Her face was barely a foot from Diamond's as she watched the furious fuck unfolding before her. "It's almost cute the way you try to be all angry about it, but you can't fool me. I can see the way your sexy little abs tighten every time he spanks that thick ass... The way your toes curl every time he hilts inside you..." She purred, lustily. 

Anna sighed softly, biting her lip as she drank in the scene as the two muscular powerhouses crashed together over and over, pounding against one-another with relentless lust. "God, all that fucking cock pumping into you, over and over... I bet he's fucking your womb right now, isn't he?" She asked, licking her lips as she leaned in toward Diamond's face a little more. The only response she got was a ragged moan that forced itself out of the amazon's lips. "Lucky..." the redhead whined softly. 

The mahogany amazon could only moan and tremble under Rich's tireless thrusts, her body gripping around his immense ivory spear as it intruded upon her deepest, most sacred depths. His hand came down once again, delivering another sharp smack to her jiggling ass. Diamond's eyelids fluttered as her body tensed up hard, her every sculpted muscle popping out as her moans rose to a high wail. When her cries cut off and she went almost limp, Anna just smirked. "And you were so confident about draining him dry... Well, it's looking like the tables are turning." she commented.

Anna grinned, leaning in a little bit closer, casting a glance to Rich as she put her lips just inches from Diamond's ear. She whispered softly into Diamond's ear, the rhythmic smack of his hips on hers keeping the words secret. "Don't worry. Even if you pass out, I'll make sure he cums deep inside that needy pussy. I know how bad you want that hot, creamy cum, pumping into your fertile womb, breeding you like a bitch in heat... I'll make sure you get every. Last. Drop." She purred. Diamond shook her head, a weak show of opposition, but all she could offer in reply was another deep moan.

-

Rich licked his lips at the sight before him, his eyes roaming over the voluptuous female figures lying before him, bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace. His daughter's milky-white skin, contrasted with the halo of dark silky hair spread around her as she lay on her back. Sam's plush, black lips, pressed against the pillowy pink pair belonging to her best friend and lover, Anna, the teenage beauties engaged in a lustful kiss, lips and tongues entwined. For the moment, Anna's freckle-dusted features were hidden behind the curtain of her coppery curls. Her soft skin was almost as pale as Sam's, but hers was liberally sprinkled with soft cinnamon freckles, her simply epic mounds flattened against Sam's generous breasts as she lay atop his little girl. Both girls folded their legs up and out of the way, presenting their perfectly smooth bubble butts proudly, and offering a mouth-watering view of their juicy peaches, pressed against one-another. Their inner thighs glistened with arousal and anticipation as the two ground their neatly-shaven slits together in a sapphic scene, their sweet nectar mixing together. 

Anna pulled her lips from Sam's with a soft smack, glancing over her shoulder to Rich and giving her hips a theatrical wiggle, the two teens moaning softly as the movement sent shivers of pleasure up their spines. Sam's eyes followed Anna's gaze, licking her lips for another taste of her friend before grinning at her father. "Mmm, come ooonnn~, Daddy! We're waiting for you!" Sam called, an eager gleam in her eye.

Anna gave a teasing grin. "Better hurry, big guy, or I might just have to take care of her for you..." She purred, grinding her hips down to provoke a fresh moan from his little girl. 

Rich groaned with lust at the sight, swiftly sinking to his knees behind the pair, one strong hand gripping his steel-hard cock, still glistening with Diamond's sweet honey, the other reaching out to grip Anna's thick rear for stability. He steered his weapon forward, toward the two peaches presented to him, until the fat crown made contact with their hot boxes. The girls moaned softly at the contact, their cries growing louder as she pushed forward, the thick shaft of his monstrous cock pushing between their bodies, his girth sawing over both their sensitive clits as it slid between their smooth stomachs. He pushed forward until his abs met Anna's ass and his heavy goose-eggs rested against Sam's sweet slit, his immense cock sandwiched between their smooth stomachs, so long the fat crown nearly reached their mountainous melons. As he pulled his hips back, sawing his throbbing, veiny length back over their clits, the girls moaned once again, the sound tapering off to a muffled hum of lust as their lips met once again in passionate lip-lock.

-

Aiko lay back on the couch, her eyes wide with hesitant anticipation as she looked up to Rich's looming, muscular frame, such a drastic contrast to her own. The tiny teen's petite, tightly-toned frame lay completely exposed, her athletic thighs spread wide, Rich's strong hands gripping each knee to hold them apart. A blush glowed on the recently-virgin Japanese teen's cheeks, feeling Rich's gaze devouring her hairless slit, fingers gripping the edge of a cushion to keep her hands from trying to cover herself. With her slender build, her hairless pussy, her tiny waist, and her full, grapefruit-sized breasts, she looked like a positively sinful indulgence, both impossibly innocent and incredibly sensual at once, too good to be real. 

Meanwhile, he loomed over her like a wall of muscle, an intimidating pillar of cockflesh longer than her forearm thrusting from his groin. It throbbed angrily in the air as it aimed at the junction of her thighs, her once-innocent pussy. She swallowed as she took in the fearsome weapon, hardly able to believe it could fit inside her. She looked up to the alpha male above her, her Master, and found his eyes locked on hers. His gaze was intense, hungry, but beneath that desire, there was a warmth, a softness, and a question. She felt her body respond, her tender slit tightening, and swallowed again, giving him a tiny nod, the answer to the unasked question. 

Rich's hips pushed forward, nosing the flared head of his monstrous shaft against the needy wetness of Aiko's sweet slit. His powerful muscles flexed, driving him forward slowly but inevitably, like an unstoppable juggernaut. Her hole clamped tight, failing to hold him back, but instinctively attempting to reject the invader as she whimpered softly. He hesitated above her, until he felt her small hands reach up, gripping his powerful shoulders for support. She looked into his eyes for a moment, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her body relaxed, then suddenly shook as the lack of resistance let his fat crown plow deep into her trembling pussy, making her moan involuntarily when the blunt tip struck her womb. Rich could only groan as her body gripped around him like a silken vise. 

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Aiko moaned almost constantly now, her toned legs wrapped tight around his waist as he drove into her like a machine, pounding his immense shaft against the back wall of her pussy, more than a foot of cock hungrily swallowed up by tender, sensitive slit. Every inch of his thickness stretched her wider than should have been possible, making her smooth, flat stomach bulge out with his sheer girth. Her head whipped side-to-side, her mind wracked by one wave of pleasure after another as his flared cockhead pounded at the entrance to her womb with every stroke. Her legs squeezed tighter, in time with his thrusts, trying to pull him deeper inside her. Any hint of shame was drowned out by the unrelenting pleasure of being fucked by her master, and she moaned as another powerful orgasm struck her.

Rosa was moaning, too, though hers were little more than pleasured hums, her sweet voice muffled by the hungry lip-lock she shared with Rich. Her body was wrapped around the length of his muscular arm, his beefy bicep sandwiched between her generous breasts, his strong hand wedged between her creamy, tanned thighs. His thick, sturdy digits curled, thrusting a pair of fingers into her juicy honeypot, the long, thick fingers teasing her g-spot expertly. Her free hand roamed over the sharp ridges and valleys of his muscular body, exploring the rugged terrain of his torso, cooing softly into their tender kiss each time his powerful abs rippled and drove his massive cock into Aiko's well-fucked pussy.

Aiko cried out once more, legs locking up hard as she came, pulling him tight. She needed him. All of him. Her desperation broke through the last shred of her resistance, her orgasmic moan morphing into words. "Ohhhhhhgod, Master, please! Please, I need you deeper! All of you! I- I need you to fuck my womb! I'm all yours, Master, every inch of me! Just please, take me! Fuck my womb, fill me all the way, flood me with your cum!" She begged with wild abandon, her body writhing with need for his seed, the eyes of her friends forgotten as she was overtaken by her need. 

Rich said nothing, his mouth occupied by Rosa's anyways, but his lips curled a little in a broader grin. His hand gripped Aiko's slender hips, and with a mighty thrust and a flex that nearly lifted Rosa off the ground, he slammed forward, battering through the final barrier deep inside her to claim her deepest depths. Aiko moaned out, a deep, ragged moan, heavy with wordless pleasure at the invasion.

-

Rich stood in the middle of the room, a stoic statue of unyielding granite muscle, immovable, a thick, vein-marbled column thrusting proudly from his hips, his entire body polished by a sheen of sweat. In his unmoving arms, he held a much more animated figure, his massive hands gripping Rosa's thick, juicy rear, fingers sinking into the tanned globes of her bubble-butt as she squirmed restlessly. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she looked down her body to the monstrous pillar of cock poised just inches from her needy slit. He held her like she weighed nothing at all, with an almost casual ease as she writhed, naked, in his immovable grip.

She gave a whimper of need, and then, all at once, Rich moved. His arms dropped, dragging the wiggling teen down onto his immense cock in a single movement, her eyes going wide as she let out a screaming moan of immeasurable pleasure. He didn't give her more than an instant to adjust to the sensation of eighteen inches of impossibly thick megacock stretching her depths. He dragged her back up until just the flared tip of his impossibly huge cock was still inside her, then slammed her back down to the hilt again, making her scream and moan as he began to pull her up and down his cock at an incredible pace. He used her body like a living sex toy, jerking himself off with her tightly-gripping hole. Her nails dragged over his broad shoulders, clawing at his unyielding muscles to leave criss-crossing patterns of red lines.

He was still almost entirely still as he used her body at an incredible pace, stoically gritting his teeth as she moaned and writhed with insane lust. As the first of many climaxes crashed over her like a tidal wave, her cries rose to a new octave, her body spasming wildly. As her needy hole gripped around his shaft in the midst of her climax, the godlike male using her body for his lust seemed to come to life. His hips slammed forward as she came down, making her scream as he violated her womb with a single unstoppable thrust. Her nerves were already on fire with pleasure, and as his diving cock claimed her womb for his use, she came again. He didn't bother to stop, his hips slamming forward in time with his arms, power-fucking the teen through another orgasm. Then another. Then another. As the orgasms ticked by faster than the minutes, she could only cling to him, straining to keep her mind together under the pleasures of his immense, godly cock. 

-

His hands were flying up and down his length so fast they looked like little more than a blur. The furious red-purple crown of his shaft swelled to the point it looked like it would burst, and he let out a deep, rattling groan as he felt the floodgates open. A massive flood of pure masculinity welled in his core before coursing up the length of his endless cock and blasting from the tip like a firehose, releasing a deluge of hot, thick, sticky seed. The first shot poured forth in a thick, gooey rope of potent cream, more cum in the single blast than most men could manage in a week. The pearly rope fountained from his cock, arcing high, hanging in the air for a moment before it came down once more, raining onto the unconscious forms of Diamond, Aiko, and Rosa, the trio of girls laid out of the way after passing out mid-fuck. Again and again his massive, pulsing member throbbed, firing another spunky blast like a cannon, painting the the three fucked-out teens with great gouts of thick, hot, pearly cum.

Each thick rope of seed stood out sharply against Diamond's deep brown skin, hot cream raining down over her full, round breasts, one hard ebony nipple peeking out through the spray of seed. A thick splatter rained onto her abs, the thick seed flowing into the contours of her sharply-cut abs. A wild blast arched high, coming down across her face, the sudden warmth enough to prompt the still-slumbering amazon to lick her lips clear of the tasty treat.

The moment his rich seed met Aiko's skin, she reacted immediately, her petite body writhing with sudden lust at the familiar heat and scent of her Master's cum. The first shot hit her face, plastering one eye shut as it wound across her slumbering features, drowning her senses is his seed. She moaned softly in her sleep as a long winding jet hosed her body down, filling the valley of her cleavage with cum and zig-zagging down her belly to fill her navel. 

Rosa was still barely conscious, and the impact of his thick seed on her skin stirred her from sleep just enough to let her savor the baptism of thick, salty spunk. She moaned aloud as seed splattered her proud melons, her hand rising to massage the sweet cream into her sweet caramel globes, the soft brown nipples achingly hard. A final thick rope arched high just as her lips parted in a moan, divine providence steering a heavy dollop of spunk to her tongue, instantly flooding her mouth with his potent flavor. She hummed with deep satisfaction as she rolled her treat around her mouth for a moment before swallowing, slowly sinking back to sleep as the excitement died down.

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Rich lounged back on the couch, groaning softly as warm softness surrounded his titanic shaft. At his feet kneeled Anna, the freckled redhead's enormous knockers squeezed tight together around the enormous pillar of cockflesh, a good six inches looming proudly out of her truly epic cleavage. Her bright pink nipples were pebble-hard as his thumb and forefinger toyed with the peachy peaks, her own hands occupied with mashing the massive breasts together around his girth. The teen grinned, dizzy with anticipation as she marveled at his size.

"Mmm, good god, look at this fucking beast..." She muttered, shaking her head in disbelief at the titan thrusting from her breasts. She shifted on her knees, lifting her torso to make her breasts rise, until only the head was left peeking from her creamy, freckled cleavage. "I can't even guess how many time this fucking monster has unloaded today, and it's not even the tiniest bit soft yet... Don't you ever stop?" she asked, teasingly, letting her body drop back down, her breasts once more settling to his hips, sliding down his length. "You've already made us all your little fuckpets with this fat fucking cock... It you keep this up, you're gonna fuck our brains out!" she added, squeezing her breasts tighter as he tugged at her nipples. 

She began to pump her breasts up and down his cock over and over, the fat gleaming knob of his cock passing just inches from her lips. Her commentary died out as she found something more appealing to do with her lips, wrapping the plush pink pillows around his flared knob, stretching them over the smooth, gleaming cock-head. Her tongue danced over his crown, sampling the blended flavors of her friend's pussies and his own leftover cum, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked on it. Her stretched lips stalled, just before the flared ridge at the base of his crown, straining to take in the head of his immense cock, her lips almost reaching the freckled upper slopes of her huge breasts. Rich's hand came forward, thick fingers twining into her bright, coppery curls as they moved to cup her head. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, the wicked gleam in her emerald orbs matched only by the gleam in his own as his grip tightened.

-

"...Daddy?" Sam asked, her eyes bleary with sleep as she stirred, looking up at the daddy-esque shape above her.

As her vision cleared, she could see his warm, comforting smile as he looked down at her. She could feel they were moving, feel his strong arms hooked under her knees and behind her shoulders as he carried her. She felt so small in his arms, so safe... "Hey, there, sleeping beauty." He greeted softly as she woke. "Everyone's asleep already, so I figured it was time to get you girls to bed." He explained, jerking his head toward a pile of sleeping teenage bodies, splattered with cum and laid out on the carpet, thick seed slowly pouring from their well-fucked pussies.

Sam felt the warmth between her own thighs and purred softly with a lusty satisfaction. She squirmed, snuggling up against her father's strong body as she suddenly felt a bound in his step. He was carrying her up the stairs. "Mmm... Daddy... I'm so happy." She sighed, happily. "I just want to stay like this forever..." She added, then went silent for a moment.

"It... It's all gonna be different now." She muttered, softly. "I know that. It's a little scary." She added as he hip-checked the door to their shared bedroom open. "But... I think it'll be a good kind of different, you know? No more hiding our feelings. No more silly games trying to get your attention..." She looked up to him, her eyes shimmering softly. "I love you. I really, really love you. I just... need you to know that, all the time, okay? Even if I don't say it. Even if the other girls don't say it, I know they love you too. Even if they have stupid ways of showing it..." She muttered, giving a tiny yawn. 

Rich smiled, gently setting her down onto the bed and tucking her in. He leaned down, giving her an affectionate, fatherly kiss on the forehead as her eyes fluttered closed. "I'll be right back, sweetie. I gotta put everyone else to bed, too. But I'll be back before you know it." He promised, before turning and walking back out the door. He wasn't gone for long, swiftly moving the other girls to the various beds around the house and tucking them in. When he returned, Sam was shivering under his silk sheets. He smiled, warmly, and slid into bed beside her. She let out a warm, calm sigh, snuggling back against his muscular body. He wrapped an arm around her, holding her against him, and listened to her breathing change as she slipped off into dreamland, following close behind her.

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He gave another groan as the head beneath the sheets gave a particularly vigorous suck. Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind, and he reached down, grabbing the sheet and tossing it off his legs, revealing the naked form of his daughter as she worked his length with eager hunger. "I can't seem to remember, did you girls ever work out a 'favorite'?" He asked.




Daddy's Home Ch. 09



Sam grinned, popping her lips, still marked by faded and smudged black lipstick, off his cock with a pop. "Well, the rules were pretty clear, weren't they? Last one awake gets the title. And since you tucked us all in to bed, I'd say it's pretty obvious." She commented with a smirk. "How's it feel to be the favorite?"

He chuckled. "Feels pretty good."



Daddy's Home Ch. 10



Content Warnings: Unrealistic anatomy (huge cock, huge breasts, huge cum-loads...) Incest, Harem, Impregnation, Interracial

Disclaimer: All characters are 18 or older

Chapter 9: A New Day

Samantha moaned softly, her voice hot and breathy as she let her tongue roll from her mouth, her lips painted with smeared, smudged black lipstick. She flattened the wet, pink muscle against the base of the iron-hard pillar of thick, vein-marbled cock before her. The rich, musky flavor of the cock that made her tongue tingle, and she could still taste the lingering hints of her friend's juices on the beastly shaft. She crawled forward, her tongue tracing a lazy zigzag as she dragged it slowly, sensually, up the bulging foot-and-a-half cum-tube that ran along the underside of that intimidating, intoxicating cock. As she neared the tip, the sheer length of the monstrous member allowed her pillowy volleyball-sized breasts to encircle the base of the shaft, even her impossible 32H chest struggling to fully wrap around its thickness. It was as big around as a two-liter bottle, and it throbbed with lust under her skillful touch. 

As Sam's tongue finally arrived at that bulging, apple-sized crown, she let out a soft moan, her tongue swirling over the smooth, pulsing tip. Her hands came up to cup her mountainous melons and give them a squeeze, wrapping them tighter around the cock. It was so hot, so hard, and so strong, with every powerful pulse she thought it might pull itself free from her lusty embrace. She couldn't resist a momentary indulgence of her own pleasure, her black-painted fingernails roaming across the smooth, pale flesh of her breasts, seeking out the pink peaks. Her thumb and forefingers found her peachy pleasure buds and pinches sharply, making her moan into his cockhead. She gave the mighty shaft a lewd kiss as she toyed with her nipples, tweaking them and tugging at the silver barbells piercing through them. 

Richard let loose a deep, rumbling groan as his beloved daughter serviced his titanic cock, pleasuring a case of morning wood so spectacular as to inspire analogies to mighty redwoods. He lay back, still rising from the depths of slumber as Sam's full, jiggling breasts squeezed around the root of his mammoth, ivory cock. Every soft moan of lust and pleasure that she murmured around his spit-polished crown as she teased her tender nipples resonated in his ears, a sweeter symphony than the birds could ever sing. Her sapphire eyes opened once more, staring directly into his as her lips popped off the fat crown of his cock and curled into a bright, cheerful smile. The expression almost seemed ill-fitting, framed by her dark, silky hair, and buried beneath the smudged, streaked, and splattered dark makeup still on her face after last night's messy entertainment. And yet it beamed up at him like the rising sun. "Good morning, baby." he finally greeted, his voice still deep with sleep. 

"Good mo~rning, Da~ddy!" Sam greeted exuberantly with a sweet sing-song tone. She paused a moment to flick her tongue over Rich's cockhead, lapping up a grape-sized dollop of clear, sticky precum. "Isn't this so much nicer than waking up to that alarm clock?" she added with a playful smirk. The expression faded, replaced with an exaggerated pout that pushed her full lower lip out, her eyes shimmering with mock sorrow that failed to hide the playful gleam in them. "It's a school day, though, Daddy. I've gotta get ready. I just wish I could stay home so I could spend all~ day worshiping Daddy's big, hard cock..." She pleaded.

Rich smirked. "Good try, but you're still going." He replied. "I'm not gonna call you in sick for a case of cock fever."

Sam's pout lingered another few seconds, but Rich's resolve held, and it swiftly shifted to a mischievous grin. "You know what would reeeeally make school more bearable?" she asked. "A nice..." she purred, pausing to dip her head and plant a wet kiss on the tip of his mighty cock. "Hot..." she added in a hot, lusty moan, her lips barely leaving his tip to moan the word before once more pausing to kiss his shaft. "Thick load... of fresh... creamy... daddy-cum... pumped deep... into my womb... keeping me full... all day... sloshing around... inside me... in the middle of class... drowning my eggs... knocking me up..." she moaned each word in her hottest little girl voice, her eyes shimmering as she looked up into his, filling each pause with one lewd cock-kiss after another. "Think you can... help me out... Daddy~?" she pleaded.

Rich never stood a chance with his cock and his daughter working together. He growled with playful lust, his powerful abs flexing into granite boulders as he lunged for Sam, grabbing her roughly by the shoulders and pulling her off his cock. She gave a giggling shriek as he roughly threw her down to the bed, bouncing once before her father's strong hands pinned her shoulders to the sheets. His conquering cock throbbed with furious lust as his muscular body loomed over her. Her stocking-clad legs parted underneath him, presenting her tender pink pussy, glistening with nectar, to her father's raging lust. "I'm yours, Daddy. Take me." She breathed, looking up at him with worshipful devotion as her fingers gripped handfuls of his sheets.

Rich steered his mammoth member south, until the blunt, angry tip met Sam's juicy honeypot, the flared crown nosing against her tender teen pussy. Her hips ground against his shaft, her tight bubble-but rising completely off the bed, painting his angry red-purple tip with her slick nectar. He groaned at the sensation, his ass flexing hard to drive his own hips forward, grinding the overlarge fuckstick against her seemingly too-small slit. She bit her lip as she felt her nether-lips parting, slowly, opening wider and wider before the brutal cock. Her opening stretched further and further with every fraction of an inch pushed into her. It felt impossible. She just couldn't get used to the sensation of her father's humongous weapon splitting her open. She moaned as the crown reached its widest point, the sound suddenly morphing into a wailing cry of uncontrollable lust as his head drove into her, followed immediately by the first foot of his unstoppable cock, filling and stretching her deep inside in a single thrust.

Sam screamed and moaned as her pussy spasmed wildly around the supersized invader, Rich's immense cock filling her with its now-familiar heat and thickness. He groaned, savoring the tight grip of her sweet, sweet slit on his oversized shaft. His hips bucked, drawing back barely an inch, then slamming forward again, claiming her pussy deeper and deeper, until the blunt tip pounded against the gates of her womb, sending a surge of pleasure and pain lancing through her body like a bolt of lightning. She moaned, hands balling into fists around ropes of sheet, her back arching as she threw her head back. This was it. He gave a primal growl of lust, drawing his hips back, his flared ridge tugging at every nerve in her pussy, until only the tip was inside her. With a mighty thrust, he drove forward once again, his cock driving into her like a battering ram, breaking through her inner barrier and invading his daughter's unprotected womb.

Sam's eyes opened wide and her mouth followed suit, a long, wavering cry of lust forcing itself from her lips as Rich's mighty cock once more claimed her deepest, most sacred depths. "OOOOHHHH~, FUCK ME DADDY! Just FUCK me, and fuck me, and fuck me, fuck me, fuck me fuck me fuckme fuckme fuckmefuckmefuckme!" She screamed and begged, her pleas coming faster and faster until the words blended together into a nonsensical chant. She needed him, and he wasn't about to let her down.

Rich's hips pulled back until his flared head tugged at the entrance to Sam's womb, then slammed forward again, pounding his titanic cock into her to the hilt, making her normally-flat stomach bulge with the sheer size of his shaft. Then he did it again, and again, and again, faster and faster each time. Soon the lustful moans and groans became the melody over the rhythmic smack of flesh on flesh, his hips pounding against hers each time he bottomed out, his heavy, apple-sized balls swinging pendulously to smack against her perfect bubble-butt. His shaft moved like a piston, driving deep into her sacred depths over and over, his granite muscles pumping as he ravaged her womb. Her pussy milked his length with every ecstatic spasm, her barrier squeezing like a silken vice around the base of his cockhead, drawing new waves of pleasure with every squeeze.

Rich groaned with raw lust. Sam's body was simply incredible. He wanted nothing more than to keep her all to himself and spend all day pumping load after load into her sweet, spasming pussy. But she did have to go at some point. So there was no point in holding back, then. His hips accelerated, abs rippling as he pounded into her harder and faster, jackhammering his titanic shaft in her womb. Her moans and screams grew louder and longer, her back arching, her head thrashing side to side as each stroke brought with it a new surge of pleasure. She could feel his cock throbbing deep inside her, swelling thicker, his heavy balls tightening as they rested on her ass. She knew what was coming. She needed it. She needed him to drown the burning lust deep inside her. Her stocking-clad legs wrapped around his waist, thighs squeezing his hips with every thrust as her ankles locked behind him, making sure he couldn't pull out. 

Rich didn't need any further encouragement, pile-driving his impossibly massive cock into Sam's pussy to the hilt, plunging into her womb as his heavy balls pulled tight against the root of his shaft. His length swelled even thicker inside her, and it gave a massive lurch as it began to pulse, his seed coursing up his length. His shaft jerked once, then twice, and with the third pulse, he came. His thick, creamy cum blasted from his cock like a firehose, the first powerful blast of white-hot spunk filling her womb to capacity with potent seed. The moment that familiar blast struck her womb, her back arched like a bow, her entire body trembling as a powerful orgasm gripped her. Again and again her father's mighty weapon fired, each blast making her pleasure surge once again as he poured pint after pint of white-hot spunk into his daughter's spasming, unprotected womb for a full minute. An entire night's stockpile of seed flowed into her, her barrier squeezing his cock like a vice, sealing every drop of potent seed inside her womb, holding it in where it would do the most good. 

When Rich's seemingly endless climax finally finished, he let out a deep groan of pleasure, and Sam's body slowly sank back down to the bed, lying limp and softly twitching on the bed. The warm blanket of afterglow settled over the two of them, filling their bodies with soothing, tingling pleasure. Slowly, he pulled his hips back, pausing only to tug his crown from the vice-like grip of Sam's womb as it tried to keep hold of him. Sam moaned softly with disappointment as his mighty shaft pulled from her with a soft pop, barely softening even after his titanic climax. Her pussy didn't let a single drop of his rich seed escape, holding what seemed like nearly a gallon of thick seed in her womb, her normally smooth, flat stomach bearing a noticeable bulge. Her overstuffed womb could easily be mistaken for a baby bump, and she cooed softly with pleasure, one hand coming to rest on the bulge, savoring the warmth of his seed.

Rich rose from the bed entirely, feeling refreshed and energized. He smiled down at Sam as she lay below, savoring her afterglow. He leaned down, planting a soft, loving kiss on her lips, filling the gesture with all the love he had for his daughter, his lust for his lover, and his gratitude for the pleasure they shared. Their tongues coiled together in a hot, lusty kiss, tips flicking at each other as their lips parted, and he pulled away entirely, still smiling warmly. It was a new day. He turned, heading to the dresser fishing out a pair of exercise shorts, and pulling them on, taking an extra few seconds to tuck his titanic shaft away before turning to the door. He might as well get it started. 

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Rich sank into a defensive stance, planting his feet firmly in place on the gym's padded mats. His muscles tightened into granite slabs, his huge hands balling into fists like wrecking balls, his forearms rippling with the movement as he raised one in front and one at his side. He furrowed his brow as he looked past his guard and across the open space in the middle of the machines. "You sure you got time for this?" he inquired skeptically.

Diamond stayed loose, bouncing on her toes, her ponytail of tiny braids swaying behind her as she shifted side-to-side. She shot him a confident smirk through the gap in her boxing guard, her hands half-curled into fists. Her sports bra hugged her volleyball-sized melons together as she bounced, doing much better at their job than her panties, which were struggling to avoid being turned into a thong by her generous ass-flesh. She was every bit the walking duality, her sculpted, mahogany body gleaming in the light, soft and generous here, rippling and muscular elsewhere, all wrapped up in flawless, smooth, deep brown skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. "Don't worry, old man, this won't take long." she shot back. "Just tap out when you're ready to give up!"

Neither one of them bothered to count the fight in. As soon as diamond's heels hit the ground once more, she launched herself forward across the mat in two bounding strides. She fought like she did everything else; aggressively. She lunged forward again and again to deliver jabs, hooks, straight kicks, and powerful sweeping kicks, then swiftly bounding back out of reach and lunging in from a different angle with a new attack, never letting up on the pressure. Rich was much the opposite, blocking or parrying almost anything she threw at him, his powerful frame barely seeming to notice the attacks that made it through. He only threw a half-dozen punches, but every one of them connected with devastating power, the muscular male striking like a scorpion when he saw an opening. Each hit sent her bouncing away across the mat to hang back and recover for a long moment. 

The two squared off, Diamond bouncing impatiently at one end of the mat, Rich silent and unmoving. A mutual concern grew between them, each one finding the opposition stiffer than anticipated. Diamond was fast, aggressive, and powerful, delivering at least a dozen solid hits while managing to stay mostly out of reach. Rich was a rock, immovable, never letting his guard down, and seemed more than capable of withstanding the assault until his opponent tired themselves out. Both knew the fight would drag on for ages, unless one of them made a decisive move, and soon.

Diamond lunged, fist balled as she came in for a hook, Rich shifting to stop it. Suddenly she stopped short, planting the ball of her foot in the mat and spinning like a furious dancer, her leg coming up to sweep around like a whip and bring the heel into his side with a powerful reverse-roundhouse. The blow slipped beneath his guard, and she felt the impact as it caught him solidly in the ribs. The guard came down, the muscular arm suddenly wrapping around her ankle like a python, trapping her in an awkward one-legged stance with her back to him. He broke his stance, coming around to get leverage on her trapped limb and bring her down. In an instant, it would all be over.

But Diamond did not go quietly. In a move of pure desperation, she sprang up, putting her weight on the captured leg as she went airborne, swinging her now-free leg around. The unorthodox move took Rich entirely by surprise, and he caught the back of her thigh in the side of the head, a soft hit, but one with her entire body weight behind it. In that instant without a solid stance, the looming figure of ivory muscle tipped, flailed for a moment, and then finally toppled, dropping heavily to the mat, a mahogany amazon coming down on top of him, pinning his head squarely under her jaw-dropping ass.

There was a moment of struggle beneath her as Diamond moved to pin his arms and keep her weight squarely on his face. Her heart pounded in her chest, adrenaline coursing through her veins, muscles tightening with the effort of keeping the much larger brute pinned. She felt truly alive in this moment. She was so engrossed in the thrill of victory that she almost missed the subtle double-tap of his pinned hand on her thigh. She grinned broadly, releasing his arms and easing her weight off him slightly, but not really letting him up. He tapped again a moment later and she smirked. "Keep your shorts on, Dick, I'm still enjoying the view from on top of you. How's it feel to get taken down by a girl? Feels pretty damn good on this end. Though, I bet you don't mind it too much." she taunted, grinding her hips on his face for a moment to clarify the point.

Rich's entire world was engulfed by ass. Diamond's jaw-dropping epic mahogany rear end eclipsed his vision entirely. The sight alone would have been enough to make him light-headed, even if the thick, smooth, perfectly-shaped globes of her juicy bubble-butt weren't nearly smothering him as they squished against his face. He could taste and smell her sweat with every breath, salty, tangy, and yet feminine. Her words sounded distant with his ears between her thighs, but she had a point. There was only one appropriate reaction for any male with a pulse in his situation. 

Diamond gasped in surprise as she felt Rich's reaction. His hands rose toward her hips, at first, she thought he would try to to lift her off. Instead, his hands lunged past them, suddenly, almost violently seizing a double-handful of her generous ass. His pale fingers sank deep into the abundant flesh of her mahogany rear, the perfect globes of thick, jiggling ass overflowing his hands. But his hands were not alone in their assault on her hips, in the same moment, something hot and wet dragged over the material of her panties, the thin fabric hardly proper protection from the muscular tongue assaulting her sensitive lips. She shivered at the strength in his hands as he hungrily kneaded her rear, at the roughness of the hungry tongue exploring her slit through her woefully inadequate panties.

"Oooh! You like that, huh Dick? You like getting smothered by ass after getting your ass beat?" Diamond taunted as she regained her composure, though Rich's efforts made it difficult to maintain. She subtly shifted, rolling her hips up and back, planting her slit more squarely over his mouth so he could more easily show his appreciation. The new angle made her body tip forward, her hands coming up to plant themselves on his rippling abs, fingertips just inches from the waistband of his workout shorts. The material was distorted, stretched out insanely by a bulge more massive than its designers could have ever anticipated. A thick, serpentine bulge, as big around as his fist, snaked around from his groin to his hip, straining against the material with every throbbing beat of his heart. "Mmm... Maybe you shouldn't keep those shorts on after all..." she purred with a sly smirk.

Diamond's hands eagerly gripped the waistband of Rich's shorts, tugging them down over the impossible bulge. His member gave a mighty throb, and sprang free, bobbing in the air as it thrust proudly from his hips like a monument to manhood itself. She sight was familiar now, but she could never quite adjust to it. A foot and half pillar of ivory cockflesh, as big around as his fist, marbled through with veins that bulged to keep the monster fed, capped with a massive, flared crown that gleamed a deep red-purple, bobbing mere inches away from her face. She ground her hips down against his lips subconsciously, teeth sinking into her lower lip as she bit back a moan. His lips and tongue worked skillfully over her slit as she ground down onto him, his lips teasing hers as his lips flicked out to sample the sweet nectar beginning to soak through her panties.




Daddy's Home Ch. 10



Rich's immense cock throbbed, the crown aimed squarely toward her face, her tongue flicked out, wetting her full, soft lips. Maybe she should... return the favor. Her hands slid down his abs as she slowly sank forward, bringing her face closer and closer to the mighty shaft. As she moved, one of Rich's hands slipped between the glorious globes of her ass and curled a digit around the strap of her panties, roughly yanking it aside and exposing her sweet slit to his mouth directly. She let out a sweet moan as his lips pressed against her own, slowly dragging over her sensitive slit as they closed in to wrap around her hard clit and suck sharply. Her cry was swiftly muffled as she fell forward one last inch, her full, thick lips suddenly plugged with the throbbing knob of his fat white cock. 

As soon as Diamond's lips met the sensitive flesh of Rich's swollen cockhead, it gave a hearty pulse, firing a grape-sized dollop of sweet, sticky precum directly onto her tongue. She shivered at the rich flavor, the first taste of him since he'd painted her face yesterday morning. She pushed herself forward, more and more of his thick crown disappearing between her pillowy lips, stretching them wider and wider until the head slipped into her mouth and filled it entirely, her cheeks bulging with the sheer volume of cock inside her mouth. Her tongue squirmed lewly inside her mouth, swirling over the tip, catching fresh dollops of delicious pre with every lap around its thickness.

Below, Rich took full advantage of Diamond's now-exposed slit, his tongue teasingly flicking over her dark outer lips before delving between them to lap at her tender pink inner folds. Diamond shivered at the sensation, letting out a muffled moan of pleasure that reverberated through the thick ivory cock stuffed between her full lips. The sensation of the moan rippling through his shaft, her let out a groan of his own, his own cry resonating with her core. She tightened her lips around his length, her cheeks hollowing lewdly as she suddenly sucked hard at the sensitive tip to draw forth a fresh dollop of sweet precum. He thrust his tongue forward, plunging into her depths to lap at her sensitive walls, drinking deep of the flood of nectar the poured forth from deep inside her.

The two of them drove each other on, their competitive natures pushing them to out-do one another, each new maneuver countered, each surge of pleasure answered with one in reply. As Rich's skillful tongue thrust deep into Diamond's honeypot, her hand gripped the root of his shaft. As she stroked his throbbing length, his hands kneaded her ass harder. With every passing moment, this sensual feedback loop intensified, the two bodies writhing together in lust. They moaned and groaned louder and louder as each raced to get the other off before they could no longer hold back the building pleasure deep inside them. The two competitors pushed each other to the brink and beyond in the same moment, hurling each other over the precipice and falling as one into an endless void of pure pleasure. Diamond's moans rose an octave as her pussy began to spasm tight around the invading tongue, while Rich's immense shaft gave a mighty throb and swelled even larger inside her mouth. 

Deep in Diamond's core, the great bubble of tension inside her gave a final surge, then, all at once, came undone. The orgasm high her like a freight train, her mind suddenly going blank as her every thought and sensation was suddenly drawn into her core, condensed to a white-hot singularity of pure, unending pleasure. Her moans went silent as every sculpted muscle in her body seized tight with an overload of pleasure, a flood of clear, sweet nectar pouring out from deep inside her as her tender pink pussy spasmed wildly around the tongue still teasing her oversensitive folds. Her hips ground themselves down, mindlessly craving more of the almost-too-intense pleasure rolling out from her lower lips, her entire body twitching sharply every time her clit ground against Rich's chin.

Rich's fearsome weapon throbbed hard in Diamond's mouth, stretching her lips even wider than before. The shaft pulsed once, twice, then finally fired, a mighty deluge of hot, thick, creamy cum immediately flooding her tightly-sealed mouth. His first salvo was immense, a geyser or white-hot ball-batter surging up from his oversized balls, drowning her tongue in rich, sweet, salty spunk. There was just too much of it, the first blast alone stretching her cheeks to bulging, forcing her to gulp down what felt like cups of pearly seed before it was even over. The second blast overwhelmed her, it was simply too much to take, the pressurized cream leaking from the corners of her mouth even as the excess blasted out of her nose, her eyes wide and watering at the sensation of his seed drowning her senses. 

The third salvo from Rich's unstoppable cock practically pushed Diamond back, her lips popping off the shaft as it continued to erupt wildly. It just kept cumming, painting thick streamers of pearly seed across her face, some of the unending load landing in her overflowing mouth. She closed her lips, desperately swallowing to clear her mouth as the barrage continued, pushing her back. His shaft painted her smooth, flawless mahogany skin with each blast, her sculpted muscles and soft breasts a canvas for its abstract art. By the time his cock shot its last load, cum dripped from her neck, her sports-bra-clad breasts, even her rippling abs, marking her body from head to toe with his hot, thick, pearly seed. 

Swallowing their respective mouthfuls of seed and nectar, the two titans gasped for air, their sweat-and-cum-slick bodies glistening as they panted for breath after their powerful climaxes. Rich's monster throbbed, thrusting proudly into the air, the last dribbles of his seed dripping from its crown to pool in the valleys of his sharply-defined abs. Diamond half-kneeled over him, her ass heavy on his face as she wiped the thick streamers of his excessive climax from her eyes, inspecting the mess he'd left all over her body. Her position continued to treat Rich to a faceful of the thickest, juiciest bubble-butt in human history, a position he didn't seem to be in a rush to escape. 

"Fuck, you always end up making a mess, huh Dick?" Diamond demanded, breaking the silence with a tone of annoyance. "And I just got cleaned up from last night..." she added with a long-suffering sigh as she began to rise to her feet, knees momentarily wobbly as she stood. She wiped a rivulet of spunk off the corner of her lips with a finger and gave a smirk, looking down at the prone form of her friend's father. "Well, as much as I want to savor taking you down, I think I need another shower." she commented, tugging her panties back into place, once more covering her juicy slit. She started for the stairs, pausing as she reached the bottom to shoot him a final glance. "I gotta say, you make a pretty good punching bag. I might have to spar with you more often." She teased before disappearing up the steps.

Rich lay back for a moment on the mat, a smirk growing on his face. It'd been a long time since anyone had managed to knock him down. He rose from the mat, making his way over to the first machine in his workout routine and settling in. As he began to work the weights, his mind drifted back to the fight. She'd caught him by surprise, which was a mark to her credit. But if she was going to act like this every time she won, then next time, he'd show her some REAL ground game.

---

"Oh, fuck, just like that..." Rich groaned, hunching forward.

"Oooh, you like that, huh? You're so stiff..." Rosa purred softly, her nails teasingly grazing over Rich's granite-hard flesh as they worked. Her hands seemed so small compared to him, almost inadequate to the monumental task, but she couldn't give up. 

Rich's back was a rugged, rolling landscape, great hills rising and falling smoothly as the bedrock muscles tightened and relaxed, every shift redirecting the rivers of almost-too-hot water that cascaded through the terrain. Rosa's small, tan hands explored the deep central valley, heels kneading the sloped of muscle on either side as they roamed their way up his spine in tiny circles. "So tense..." She murmured softly as he hunched his back under her skillful massage. He could only groan and shift in response, directing her hands where the knots of tension were the tightest. 

Rosa rhythmically kneaded her way up to the base of Rich's neck, then out and down again, to his powerful shoulder blades. She bit her lip, her eyes riveted to the glorious physique before her, drinking in the sight and touch of his body, faithfully committing it all to memory. She wanted to memorize his body, every inch of him, immortalize it forever in her mind. Maybe she would learn to sculpt, to share his image with the world. He was just so... perfect. 

Rich gave a tiny shiver and forced himself to straighten up, his looming bulk completely dominating the cramped, steamy shower. As much as he wanted to relax and just enjoy the massage, he had to get started before the hot water ran out. He was going to have to upgrade the water heater at this rate... He reached for his body wash, but suddenly, his massage stopped, and he felt something incredibly soft press to the small of his back. A delicate, tan hand reached around him as he hesitated, smoothly stealing the bottle away. "Let me..." Rosa purred, her voice low and sultry. 

Rich glanced back over his shoulder. Rosa stepped back, her flawless, warm tan skin pulling away from his, glistening wetly. Her deep brown eyes looked up into his, her long, wavy black hair gathered into a dense waterfall that flowed down her spine to the small of her back. Her figure was every bit as fantastic as ever, with wide hips, a narrow waist with just a hint of tone, and full, volleyball-sized breasts, standing proudly in defiance of gravity, their darker, suckable nipples already hard. He was silent for a moment, drinking in her body with his eyes before he turned to face her, the corner of his mouth quirked up in a subtle smirk. "If you insist."

Rosa bit her lip, her eyes pulling away from Rich's to explore his mighty chest and abs, the new expanse of rugged muscle he offered to her hands. She upended the bottle of body wash and squeezed a dollop into her palm, swiftly working it into a lather between her hands as Rich grabbed a bottle of shampoo instead and did the same. His hands rose to his head, strong fingers running through his dark locks, glistening arms and chest flexing, shifting, and pumping as he lathered up his hair, the spray pounding against his back. She bit her lip, watching the hypnotic patterns of his muscles for a long moment before she realized she had a job to do. 

Rosa hesitated only a moment before her hands came forward, wreathed in soap, and finally came to rest upon Rich's powerful pecs. Compared to the massive, rugged perfection of the idol before her, her hands seemed so small, so delicate... so... insufficient. She shook her head and threw herself into her task, palms working in widening circles over his chest and abs, fingertips delving into the deep clefts between slabs of muscle, scrubbing him clean as thoroughly as she could. Just touching him sent sparks dancing along her nerves, and every time a muscle flexed under her hands, her core melted. She found herself cooing softly as she lathered up his washboard abs, he didn't even have to touch her, the vee between her thighs was already wet and hot with anticipation. 

Rosa's fingers danced over Rich's torso in a trance, working the body wash into every crevice of his rippling core, unyielding chest, and wide shoulders. Suddenly, his magnificent body was exposed once again, a sheet of water instantly washing away the foam as it cascaded down his body. She blinked as the sheet crashed over her hands, snapping her out of her trance, making her look up for the source of the flash flood. As he rinsed the last of the shampoo from his hair, Rich opened his eyes, looking deep into hers and flashing her a dazzling smile. "There's more of me that needs cleaning..." He told her, then flicked his gaze south. Her eyes followed his, and she had to bite her lip as they fell upon the weapon swinging between his thighs.

Rosa wasn't sure if her knees gave out or if she'd just fallen to her knees automatically at the sight. She folded, kneeling before him on the hard tiles, eyes riveted to the swiftly-stirring slab of meat between his thighs. She had to remind herself to breathe as the foot-long slab of wrist-thick, vein-marbled cockmeat grew and grew before her eyes, longer and thicker with every heartbeat. His cum-swollen sack swayed pendulously behind his shaft, his heavy balls the size of apples. Her mouth watered as the memory of his taste sprang unbidden to mind, rich and hot a purely male, a potent, addictive flavor.

Rosa swallowed, managing to tear her eyes away from Rich's rising monument of manliness to cast her gaze up her idol's magnificent body, seeking some sort of confirmation from his eyes. His eyes met hers, briefly, and he shot her a smirk before casually turning his attention to washing his arms. He wasn't going to make her do it. He didn't even have to tell her to do it. She was going to do it just the same. She'd known she would since the moment she'd stepped into the shower. She didn't bother to deny or fight the realization as it struck her. He was just... perfect. It was just... right. She wanted to serve him, to please him, and to thank him for the opportunity to do so.

Rosa's gaze fell back to the length before her, the still-swelling crown of Rich's massive shaft filling her vision, just inches from her nose, bobbing in time with his pulse. The titanic cock before her bowed under its own immense weight, the tendons at the root straining to haul the pale pillar upright as it grew harder and harder. The tip gleamed crimson, like a ripe apple, the shade darkening as it swelled larger and larger. She couldn't resist. She had to taste it. Her pink lips parted, her tongue slipping from between them as she leaned forward just the tiniest bit. 

Rosa's questing tongue suddenly met the warmth of flesh, Rich's shaft stretching forth to meet it with his next pulse, and sensation exploded through her mind. The heat, the hardness, the smooth texture... And the taste! Her core clenched like a fist at the reminder of his salty, musky flavor. Her tongue pressed itself against the crown, desperate for more of the ecstatic sensations, but his shaft was not cooperating. It throbbed, lurching up and away from her tongue as it rose to its full, glorious size. A soft moan left her throat as she watched it petrify into a massive foot-and-a-half long monolith, the sound rich with tones of awe and lust.

With the taste of Rich's member fresh in her mind, every moment without it was torment for Rosa. She needed more. Her hands reached up, gripping the root of his shaft, unable to fully encircle it, but she didn't care. Her tongue rolled out to receive his fat fucklever and tugged down on it, smacking the swollen red-purple crown down onto her tongue with a smack. She moaned as the taste exploded on her tongue once again, the sound swiftly muffled as she leaned forward, her plush lips wrapping around the smooth, glistening tip. It was so hot, she thought her lips might burn as her tongue began to swirl around the head, savoring his taste. 

Rich groaned deep in his chest as Rosa's eager lips and tongue polished his smooth, swollen knob. Her eyes took the scenic route, roaming up the length of his seemingly-endless cock, then up over his rippling abs and granite chest before her gaze finally met his. Her deep chestnut-brown orbs shimmered with lust, awe, and gratitude as they stared into the gleaming sapphire pools of his eyes. She held his gaze for a long moment, making no sound as her eager mouth worked tirelessly to pleasure his sensitive crown. 

Wordlessly, Rosa slowly eased forward, letting her plush, pillowy lips part wider and wider over the flared crown of Rich's powerful cock. Silently, her lips stretched into a narrow band, pulling tighter and tighter as they engulfed more and more of his gleaming tip, like a rubber band around his immense girth. Her worshipful gaze stayed locked on his, unwavering even as the corners of her mouth strained sharply at the ridge of his flared cockhead, making her wince slightly. Suddenly, there was a popping sensation, and a spark flickered to life in her eyes, a gleam that could only be described as triumphant. His monstrous crown filled her mouth entirely, making her cheeks bulge with sheer girth, her tongue pinned to the floor of her mouth, still eagerly writhing against the sensitive flesh. 

Rosa didn't stop there. Her eyes glistened softly with tears of effort as she pushed herself forward, the tip of Rich's mighty shaft probing at the entrance to her throat. He gave a deep groan, his powerful love-muscle giving an appreciative lurch, firing off a grape-sized dollop of sweet, sticky precum. She gave a muffled moan, her eyelids fluttering at the taste. She pushed herself forward as she swallowed the treat down, her rippling throat suddenly stretching as she forced the thick, beastly cock into her own tight, muscular throat. She swallowed reflexively, the walls of her throat massaging the smooth tip of his shaft as she fought back her gag reflex, her efforts rewarded with another slick dollop of precum. 

Rosa kneeled at the altar of Rich's perfect body, eyes closing in silent worship as she bobbed her head up and down, over and over, sinking further and further down his monolithic shaft with every bob. She gulped down inch after inch, her tight throat milking his length as she shivered with lewd pride every time her efforts drew another groan of pleasure from his lips. She was making him feel good, and the thought made her moan, her throat vibrating around the shaft stretching it lewdly. Her eyes snapped open, first taking in the nine inches of cock still woefully un-sucked, then flicking up to meet his gaze, a passionate flame of determination burning deep within them.

Rosa's hands fell away from the root of Rich's shaft, suddenly reaching forward to grab a double-handful of tight, muscular ass. They lingered for a moment, appreciatively squeezing his rock-hard glutes, then her arms flexed. Rich was as unyielding as a statue, but she was not. Her eyes squeezed shut, her tears of effort lost amid the cascading water of the shower as she pulled herself down over inch after inch of thick, throbbing cock. Her throat spasmed in protest as she aggressively throatfucked herself onto his endless shaft, ignoring her body's objections and taking more and more of him, until her nose finally flattened against his granite abs.

Rosa held herself down, her straining lips wrapped around the root of Rich's monster, his heavy, cum-filled balls on her chin, her throat stretched impossibly around the fat slab of cock hilted in her mouth. His presence was overwhelming, dominating all of her senses at once, his pure, perfect manliness crushing down on her. She could feel the heat and hardness of his shaft as it throbbed deep inside her throat. She was drowning in the taste and scent of his manly musk. The sound of his groans of pleasure echoed in the enclosed space and filled her ears. Her eyes opened once more, roaming up the looming form before her, following the course of a rivulet cascading through the rugged terrain of his body, before finally meeting his gaze. He was perfect, untouchable, like a statue, an idol. But at the same time, the warmth and lust in his sapphire eyes made her feel so close to him...

Rosa swallowed, letting her tight throat milk the unyielding foot-and-a-half of cock stretching it out lewdly. Suddenly, Rich's mighty love-muscle flexed, throbbing deep inside her throat, drawing a muffled moan of lust and anticipation. She pushed forward, crushing her lips against the root of his shaft as she swallowed over and over, letting her rippling throat massage his massive cock. Rich groaned deep in his chest, his back arching as he pushed his hips against her lips, his monster giving another lurch deep inside her throat. His hands came forward automatically, firmly gripping her skull between them, his fingers weaving into her wet hair. There was no escape now, even if she'd wanted it. Her core squeezed tight as she felt his hot, heavy balls pull tight against her chin. Her eyes glimmered with silent prayed as she stared up into his face, begging him to let it all go.




Daddy's Home Ch. 10



Rich's powerful groan sounded almost like a roar as it resonated off the walls of the tiny space, seeming to come from every direction at once. His monster flexed deep inside Rosa's throat once again, making her shudder as it grew thicker and harder than ever. Her eyes widened suddenly as she felt her straining lips stretch further, his thick cum-tube bulging as the first salvo surged up the length of his member, pushing past her lips and over her tongue, forcing itself down her throat. She could feel it moving down his length, swallowing hungrily to hurry it along until it finally reached the crown and his massive weapon fired.

Rich's first load blasted into Rosa's stomach like a firehose, pouring a creamy pint of white-hot cum into her belly, filling her up in an instant. He was filling her with his essence. Every thought after that was lost in a white-hot singularity of pleasure as an orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her body spasmed wildly, her mind going blank, every thought and sensation compressed down to a single point of pure pleasure deep in her core. She was almost numb in the grip of her climax, all she could feel was the impossibly huge shaft stretching her throat and the liquid fire sloshing in her belly. When the monstrous shaft pulsed again and again, blasting pints of hot spunk straight into her belly, all she could do was shudder and swallow over and over, desperately milking him for more and more of his potent essence. Each fresh blast made her pleasure surge once again.

Rosa's belly swelled with each oversized load Rich pumped into her already overfull stomach. After the first dozen blasts of steaming seed, Rich began to pull back, dragging inch after inch of swollen mega-cock from her lips, even as his throbbing shaft continued to fire, painting the walls of her throat white with his thick, creamy spunk. As the fat head popped into her mouth, the last dregs of his monumental load drooled from his cum-slit, drowning her taste bud in his potent, flavorful cum. She gave a lusty, gurgling moan, eyelids fluttering closed to savor the taste.

When Rich moved to pull entirely from her lips, Rosa reacted without a thought, her mind still hazy with the afterglow of her powerful orgasm. Her hands came forward, gripping the root of his cock, her thumbs overlapping over his immense cum-tube. Together, her hands ran up his length, squeezing and sucking as she drew every last drop of his creamy seed from his mega-cock. 

Rosa's cheeks ballooned with the sheer volume of thick cum in her mouth before she was satisfied she'd gotten all of it. She reluctantly pulled her lips away with a soft pop, giving a muffled moan of satisfaction as she stirred her tongue through his rich, creamy load, savoring his sweet, salty flavor for a long moment. Her eyes opened once again, looking deep into the eyes of her lover, her idol, the object of her worship, and tipped her head back. The rush of running water was too soft to cover the sound of her gulping again and again, her throat rolling visibly a half-dozen times as she drank down his potent spunk. Finally, she opened her mouth with a soft gasp, hardly a trace of the pearly cream left as she grinned up at him from her knees.

Rich was speechless for a long moment. Rosa's tongue slipped out to run slowly, sensually all around her full, tingling lips, still sensitive after the rough treatment just moments ago. She grinned, rising to her feet, a hand coming up to rest on his chest. "Thanks for breakfast... Master..." She purred hotly, experimenting with the title. "But now it's my turn to get cleaned up. You're gonna have to get out..." She pouted, pulling her hand away. She pivoted on her toes, one hand going behind her and pulling the thick waterfall of black, silky hair around over one shoulder in a single smooth motion. She shifted her weight, drawing his eyes to the sensual curves of her hourglass figure, making her perfect, shapely ass jiggle softly as she shot him a sultry smirk over her shoulder. "That is... unless you want to help me wash my back..."

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Rich's eyes closed as he descended the stairs, his broad chest expanding as he once again filled his nostrils with the delicious scent of frying bacon. The moment he'd smelled it, it had hooked him by the nose and pulled him inexorably toward the kitchen, toward a breakfast in progress that his stomach reminded him was long overdue. His nude, muscular form was on full display, not a thought to spare for modesty, his mind overtaken by raw bacon-lust. The telltale sizzle of bacon in the pan reached his ears as he drew near, but it was drowned out by Diamond's voice. "Yeah, okay, it's ready. Now, it's all about momentum. You want to flip it when it's floating, or it'll tear."

There was a moment of silence, followed by a splat, a sizzle, and a clank.

"...Nothing wrong with scrambled." Diamond sighed as Rich rounded the corner. Sam stood on her tiptoes, barefoot, reaching up to a higher shelf in the cabinet, her hair still damp. The pose made her long black T-shirt ride up to bare her round ass, her panties threatening to disappear between the pale mounds. Diamond stood in front of the stove, he attention fixed on the pan in front of her, tongs in one hand, her multitude of braids dangling loose around her shoulders. She was cleaned and dressed since he'd last seen her, her black sports bra visible through the thin white material of her tank top, one hand planted on her wide hips, just above the waistband of the stretchy one-size-too-small black workout shorts that clung to her eye-popping ass. 

Anna stood next to Diamond at the stove, and as Rich's eyes slid over to take her in, he nearly missed his step, hesitating mid-stride. Her coppery curls shimmered in the light, floating around her densely-freckled shoulders, the cinnamon speckles becoming increasingly sparse as his eyes roamed down her bare back, until all that was left was a creamy expanse of pale, flawless skin. At first glance, he thought she might have been naked. It took him a split second to notice the only fabric visible from this angle, a thin strip of white, tied in a knot at the small of her back.

With Diamond just to her left, it didn't seem quite fair to compare, but even in the shadow of a truly epic ass, Anna's perfectly round, pale bubble-butt, its upper shelf dusted with tiny cinnamon freckles, managed to draw Rich's attention and hold it. His eyes lingered for a long moment before they were drawn down by the movement of her smooth, creamy thighs as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Then some more vigorous movement drew his gaze up once more. As muttered with annoyance and stirred the contents of the pan in front of her around, he was treated to a sight few women could ever offer. He could see the outer slopes of her breasts from behind her, framing her chest on both sides, the mountainous melons wobbling side to side with unrestrained momentum.

Well, it wasn't breakfast, Rich conceded silently, but it was simply too delicious to resist. He crept across the kitchen, like a predator stalking its prey, the girls too distracted to notice his approach. Anna jumped with a shocked squeak when she felt rich's rapidly-growing python nestle in between the thick spheres of her pale ass, Rich's powerful arm wrapping around her midsection and pulling her back against his granite-hard chest. Her expression of shock resolved into a playful smirk as she looked up, her eyes meeting his as he took in the view. He only vaguely noted the panful of scrambled eggs in front of her, his attention occupied by the inescapable valley of freckled cleavage before him. Her epic, basketball-sized tits overwhelmed his 'kiss the cook' apron, nearly overflowing the bib to either side and pulling the modest neckline out into a eye-grabbing window into her cleavage.

Diamond glanced over when Anna gasped, but she quickly rolled her eyes dismissively and brought her attention back to the bacon in front of her, turning the strips one at a time. The corners of her lips quirked downward in something resembling annoyance. Sam's look of playful envy lingered on Anna for a moment longer, before setting out five plates on the counter.

"Mmm, like what you see, Mr. J~?" Anna teased, grinding her hips back, squeezing the smooth globes of her creamy ass around the rapidly-expanding monster between them.

Rich smirked. "Looks simply mouth-watering, my dear." he replied, his hands coming to rest on her round hips, pulling her back as he pressed forward, her soft, curvaceous figure flush against his unyielding muscle.

Anna giggled teasingly. "Mmm, I know..." she purred, before putting on an exaggerated pout. "...But I've got to finish cooking before you can taste it." she whined, wiggling her hips against his thick shaft, but not fighting his grip. 

"I'm not sure I can wait. I'm simply... ravenous." Rich replied, giving her hips a sharp squeeze to punctuate the point before letting his hands roam up the sensual curves of her waist, fingertips slipping under the edge of the apron.

Anna smirked. "Even after all those... appetizers?" she shot back, glancing pointedly to Diamond and Sam. 

Rich chuckled. "Just... working up an appetite." he replied, his hands sliding up and forward, dipping under the apron entirely to cup her titanic tits as his hardening shaft rose, pushing between her silky smooth thighs.

Rosa, arrived only seconds ago, dressed in only her everyday underwear and a fluffy towel wrapped around her hair, gave a slightly indignant huff at the comment. 

"Oh, for fuck's sake! Just get out of the fucking way and FUCK already!" Diamond suddenly snapped, roughly snatching the idle spatula out of Anna's hand in annoyance. She gave the stunned pair a forceful hip-check, knocking them aside as she took over for Anna, sliding into her place in front of the eggs and stirring them around before they could burn.

Rich blinked as he and Anna regained their balance after the unexpected shove. He looked to Diamond's annoyed scowl for a moment, surprised. Slowly, his expression shifted, lips splitting into a playful grin, and he turned his gaze to Anna. His hands tightened their grip on her full, pillow-soft melons, fingers sinking deep into the soft, yielding flesh. His shaft lurched to its full size, hard as an iron bar between her thighs, grinding into her dripping slit, lifting her to her tiptoes as it flexed. "Well, you heard her." She shivered with anticipation. 

Then Rich began to move. Anna gasped, then moaned as she lost her footing entirely, her entire weight suddenly grinding her sensitive slit into the unyielding shaft below. She scrabbled for a new foothold to relieve the sudden surge of sensation, but each time she found purchase, it was already too late. Rich's powerful strides carried them across the kitchen as she moaned, her mind too busy to pay attention to their course. There was a scrape as Rich kicked his chair out of his way, stepping into his now-vacant place at the head of the table.

Suddenly, Rich shifted, releasing Anna's mountainous breasts from his grasp and pushing her forward, sending her sliding off the end of his cock. She stumbled forward until her thighs hit the table, her hands coming up to stop herself as she tipped forward. But then she felt a hand in the middle of her back, between her shoulder blades, pushing her forward and down with irresistible force until her titanic tits met the oaken table, flattening against it, her hard nipples grinding into the fabric of the apron. 

Sam said nothing as she settled into the seat to his right, leaning forward to rest her chin on her palms as she watched the coupling with amused curiosity and just a hint of envy. It wasn't everyday one got a front-row seat to see one's best friend and occasional sapphic lover get roughly bent over a table and fucked into a drooling mess by one's ultra-hung muscle stud daddy, and she clearly aimed to make the best of the show. Rosa followed Sam's lead after a moment, taking the seat to his left, biting her lip slightly as she watched. Diamond was pointedly not watching. 

Anna glanced back over her shoulder with nervous anticipation, taking in the sight of Rich looming behind her, his unbreakable foot-and-a-half of arm-thick, pulsing cockflesh, glistening with her own juices as he gripped it at the root. He gave her a grin that sent a shiver racing up her spine, making her bite her lip. She flexed her calves, pushing herself up to tip-toe once again, raising her round ass high, her pale inner thighs glistening with her sweet nectar.. 

Rich pushed his cock down, bringing the fat knob of his blunt weapon to bear on the dripping honeypot before him. Anna's hips wagged, presenting her needy slit to the alpha stud like a bitch in heat. He grinned, the smooth, swollen crown pressing to her hot lips, nosing between her sensitive folds, sliding up and down her lips, getting good and wet with her honey. She breathed out a shuddering moan of anticipation. "Ohhh, don't tease me! I'm ready, just give it to me! I want all of it! Slam every last inch of that fat fucking pussy-wrecker into me! Pound it in, all the way to the hilt! Fuck me! Right here, right in front of your daughter and all her friends!" She challenged, trying to push her hips back onto his cock. 

Rich's grin widened, and his hips slammed forward with all the power of a freight train, his blunt tip plowing into Anna's pussy, stretching her entrance wide in an instant and boring into her depths in a single, unstoppable thrust. Her eyes went wide, and her back arched hard, tense as a drawn bow, high enough to lift her pendulous breasts off the hard surface of the table. Her mouth opened, the air pushed from her lungs in a deep, wavering moan of pure, undeniable pleasure. It took less than a second to stuff the first fourteen inches of his foot-and-and-a-half of brutal cock into her, the flared crown bottoming out against her inner barrier, the table shuddering under the force of the thrust.

Rich ground his hips forward for a long moment, letting Anna's stuffed slit twitch and clench around the fat cock reclaiming every inch of her pussy. Letting her savor the sensation of complete, incomparable fullness, even as the tip ground into her womb, promising even more. "...FUCK, you're fucking huge.." Anna breathed, still panting for air as her spine relaxed, flattening her breasts on the table once more. "I'm.. so full... fuck...And you're not even all in!" she groaned softly, rolling her hips, her channel tightening around the iron shaft planted deep inside her. "Nothing... nothing else can fill me like this... no boy... no toy... Fuck, I'm totally hooked on this fucking cock! Nothing else is gonna be able to get me off!" She lamented, biting her lower lip.  

Sam and Rosa bit their own lips, sympathetic and turned on as they listened to the redhead bent over the table in front of them. Sam leaned back in her chair, her hands disappearing out of sight beneath the table, while Rosa leaned in closer, watching where the two bodies connected with envy. Diamond continued to ignore the show, pointedly focusing on plating up breakfast behind them, but Rich would have sworn he saw her glance their direction once or twice before swiftly closing her eyes and turning away. Anna glanced to her friends, then twisted, shooting Rich a smoldering look of hungry lust over her shoulder. "Come on, big man! Do it! Fuck me! Fill me up like nothing else can! Spoil my pussy! Make me cum until I forget everything but your cock!" 

Rich's hips drew back, dragging a full foot of cock from Anna's spasming slit, his fat, flared head tugging at every fold of her inner walls. She shivered as a bolt of electric pleasure raced through her core every time it scraped over a knot of nerves. It tugged at her entrance, almost pulling entirely free, but without a moment's pause, he slammed forward once again, pounding it all back into her, drawing a scream of pleasure. The table shook beneath them, her titanic tits bouncing wildly, dragging her nipples over the wood grain as he hammered at her barrier. He pulled back again, faster this time, only to mercilessly drive into her with the same brutal strength as before.

Rich pumped into her like a machine, pistoning relentlessly into Anna's gripping pussy, each powerful thrust drawing a moan from her lips and a cascade of sweet nectar from her slit, her creamy thighs glistening with liquid lust. "FUCK, you're an ANIMAL! A STUD! A fucking MACHINE!" Anna wailed, her tone rising and falling as Rich's eighteen-inch bitch-breaker slammed into her womb again and again, driving her body into the table, the impact cushioned by her massive, flattened melons. She thrashed her head wildly, coppery curls shimmering, her nails dragging over the wood, so absorbed in pleasure she hardly noticed the audience eagerly drinking in the frenzied fuck before their eyes. "Fucking FUCK me! Pound me! Fucking SLAM it in! All of it! Every last inch! Fuck my WOMB!" she half-growled through gritted teeth, her body undulating against him. 

Rich gave a growl that rumbled deep in his chest, a primal sound of uncontrollable lust. He leaned forward a fraction further, pinning Anna harder as he drew his hips back again, until his fat head teased her entrance once more. His shaft glistened with her juices as he held it there for a heartbeat, the length giving a visible throb before he slammed his hips forward with a deep growl. It plunged into her sensitive slit, slammed into her cervix, but he didn't stop pushing. The granite muscles of his ass and his abs popped out as they strained against the strength of her inner barrier. There was a moment of stillness, Anna's eyes wide, her mouth open in a silent cry. Suddenly, the last four inches of his unyielding cock drove into Anna's slit, his hips smacking against hers as his fat cockhead violated her sacred depths, plunging into her womb. 

Rich groaned with pleasure as the silky walls of Anna's hungry womb gripped around his invading shaft, almost like a mouth sucking at his cockhead. Anna couldn't manage a single sound, her body seizing up with unmatched pleasure, her entire being imploding in a powerful orgasm, a white-hot knot of pleasure centered on her womb. Her depths spasmed like they had a mind of their own, gripping and squeezing lewdly around his length, her womb clenching hungrily on his cockhead as her mind went blank with indescribably pleasure. 

Before Anna's mind-blowing climax could even finish, Rich was moving again. His hips pulled back until his fat head tugged at the mouth of her womb, then he thrust forward again until his hips smacked hers, pounding against the velvety inner walls of her sacred depths. Again and again he jerked his trapped cock inside her, thrusting with short, lightning-fast strokes, her thick, pale ass jiggling wildly each time his hips struck it. Every thrust seemed to come faster than the last, and with every thrust a new surge of pleasure dragged her orgasmic bliss out longer. His hips were practically a blur as he jackhammered his monster deep inside her womb. The rhythmic smack of his hips on her ass mingled with the moans of pleasure that poured from her lips.

"Ohhhhh~ FUCK, so, fucking, DEEP! FUCK! Yes! Right there, YESSS~! Perfect! This COCK! So fucking-, so BIIIIG!" Anna wailed, gasping her praise between the womb-pummeling thrusts of the massive shaft deep inside her. "I came! I came, when it took, took my WOMB! I kept, kept CUMMING! And CUMMING! I couldn't, couldn't stop! It's too GOOD! FUCK ME! Fuck me FOREVER! Pound me, break me, RUIN ME!" she screamed wildly, eyes glazed over with lust as she abandoned her last semblance of modesty, begging desperately for his cock in front of all her friends.

For an instant, Anna's eyes cleared, a coherent thought shining through the haze of lust blanketing her mind. She twisted around to look into his eyes with a desperate lust. "Fucking, fucking CUM! Cum in me! Oh, fuck, just do it, cum in me, PLEASE!" she pleased. "I NEED it! I need CUM! YOUR cum! Your PERFECT cum! Cum, cum inside, in my womb! Fill me! Stuff me! Knock me up! BREED ME! Right here! Let everyone watch! Watch me get BRED! In front of everyone! I'll take it, I'll take it all! Every drop! Right here! Watch! Watch me, everyone! Watch me CUM~!" She begged, throwing her hips back to meet his brutal thrusts with reckless abandon.




Daddy's Homecumming



My dad went to jail when I was very young. Growing up without him was hard and became harder after the divorce. His brother Uncle Juan kept in touched with him and that's why I kept in touch with Uncle Juan. After I turned 18, Uncle Juan took me to visit my dad since my mother wanted nothing to do with my dad. It was the most exciting day of my life. I was going to see my dad.

I spent all day trying to pick out a good outfit to wear but it was hard trying to find one that was perfect. Uncle Juan did not like the shirt and jean I had picked out. Instead he told me to wear the white short shorts and baby blue tank top he always complemented me on when I wore it. As I looked in the mirror, I was unsure about wearing it. It showed off a lot of my body. The shirt made my 34dd look bigger than they were and you could easily see the outline of my tiny bra. Moreover, if I lifted my arms in the air you could see half my bra from under my shirt. Also, the shorts hugged my round Latina bubble ass like a second skin and showed off my thick smooth brown thighs. It was one of my favorite outfits because it made me look sexy and I loved the attention the men gave me when I wore it. But I was unsure of wearing to see my dad. 

When I came out of my room, Uncle Juan greeted me with a huge smile. He asked me to give a few turns so he could see how I looked. The only other thing he asked me to do was to let my long dark black hair down. I went to the living room mirror and let me hair down. While I was brushing my hair I caught a glimpse of Uncle Juan. Like many times before I saw him checking out my ass. More importantly, I saw him adjusting the huge bulge he had in his pants and lick his lips. 

'God I have such a pervert for an Uncle. I bet he wants to bend me over right now and fuck me hard. I bet he would bury his big throbbing cock deep in my tiny pussy,' I thought as I finished brushing my hair. Some images ran through my mind and I found them quite interesting. I think I used the excuse that since my uncle kept in touch with my dad I had to put up with his lustful looks, but now I think it's because I secretly loved teasing him. Then again I might of just wanted to taste his massive dick. He saw that I caught him looking and turned red when I smiled at him. I made sure I swung my hips more than usual as I headed out the door to his car. 

At the prison I saw every eye on me; I should say on my tits and ass. Every man from the guards to the inmate to the visitors where checking me out big time. It was exciting but a little scary which made my long dark brown nipples poke through my shirt like if I was not wearing it. Then I saw my dad. He looked different than what I remembered. He was bigger and thinner and had a very rough look about him. Yet, he opened his arms and gave me a huge long big hug. His body was hard and tight and he smelled like a real man. Being so close to him melted me. After what seemed like an eternity, he sat down on pulled me onto his lap. 

When I sat down I was greeted by a huge thick surprise. My dad's cock was hard as a rock and he sat me right on top of it. He was talking to me but my mind was on the throbbing peace of meat between my cheeks. It felt as big as Uncle Juan's cock looked. All my attention was focused on my dad's cock until I felt his hand touch my inner thigh and he began rubbing my leg. I looked up and saw my dad and uncle talking. That's when I was able to fight through my feelings and barely caught glimpses of their conversation.

They caught up with everything that was happening and throughout the conversation both my dad and uncle kept complementing me on being such a big girl and how much I had grown up (I think they meant grown out). Every time my dad complemented me he would give me a big hug. After the third hug, I noticed his head was right on my tits every time he hugged me. My dad was feeling me up and I was enjoying his attention. Mixed emotions flowed through my body because I wanted daddy to do everything to me but I wanted to act like I was sweet and innocent. 

Then I heard and felt Uncle Juan tugging on my arm. 

"It's time to go. Your dad has to get back," he said as he stood me up.

Saying something incoherently I hugged my dad one last time. Again, I could feel his cock rubbing up on me. I smiled at him as he walked away. He said something to Uncle Juan before he disappeared out the door. Then Uncle Juan grabbed me around the waist and we walked out of the prison. His hand was on the small of my back and by the time we got to his car it was on my ass but I was in stupor I didn't do anything about it. 

On the way home my Uncle was talking to me and I was barely listening; answering him without really listening to the questions. As he dropped me off he told me he would see me on Saturday around 10:00 am. Again I said ok and he drove off. I slept that night dreaming of my dad and being on his lap. Not only did he rub his cock on, daddy made me be dirty and everyone one in prison was watching. It was a dirty wet dream and I enjoyed it every second of it. 

Saturday morning came with a loud banging on my bedroom door. I opened it and there stood Uncle Juan with a camera in hand. Even though I was still half asleep I still saw him looking over my body and noticed the big fat bulge in his pants again. 'He's even a pervert this early in the morning. Fuck I bet he could just pick me up and slide between my legs and fuck me silly right now. Fuck his cock looks huge,' I thought as I made my way back to my bed. When I was standing in front of him I realized that Uncle Juan could see my big dark brown nipples and large areolas right through my tiny see through shirt and he could also see that I keep my pussy shaved nice and bald because my g string thong was thinner than my shirt. As I walked away he could see my bare ass because all that covered my behind was a tiny little string that went between my cheeks. I heard the camera click a few times before I got to my bed.

I flopped down with my back on my bed and my legs spread open 'accidentally' giving Uncle Juan a good view of my pussy. Again he snapped some more shots of me. Even though he was trying to be sneaking, Uncle Juan took close up of my tits and pussy while he talked to me. 

"What are you doing Tio?" I asked. 

"Well I'm here to take your pictures like you promised," he replied.

"Promised? When? For what?" I asked.

"The ones for your dad. Remember when we visited him he asked me to take some pictures of you and you said yes," he replied.

"I did?" I said.

"Yes!" he answered.

"But I'm not even dressed," I moaned.

"It's ok. You still look lovely," he said as he put the camera to his face and took another pictures of me (maybe it was my tits).

"Stop it Tio," I moaned and pouted and rolled over on my stomach.

Acting mad I buried my head in my pillow and push my ass a little more in the air. I let him to take more pictures of my bare ass and almost wished he would do more than take pictures. 

"Ok. Ok. Ok. I will take some pictures," I finally screamed from under the pillow trying to keep up my good girl act. 

"That's a good girl," he replied.

"Let me shower and I will be right out," I said as I pushed my body onto my knees showing off my ass in a doggy style position. 

More click from Uncle Juan's camera. I looked over my shoulder and gave him a mock dirty look. He smiled at took a picture of me like that. Finally, I stood up and headed for the shower. 

"Well you go shower and I will pick out some outfits for you to wear for your papi," he answered.

"Fine," I pouted, stomped my foot and headed for the shower.

The shower was nice and hot and relaxed me. I noticed that my nipples were hard as a rock and my body jumped every time I touched it. 'Wow, it must run in the family. You're really hot and bothered,' I thought as I tried to focus in on taking a shower and not feeling myself up. If Uncle Juan was not here, I would have played with the bald pink little pussy until I came. But I had to hurry and get the pictures over and done with.

I wrapped a towel around myself and left my wet hair down. It was a tiny towel which barely covered my nipples and just barely covered my bald little pussy. Yet my tits looked like there were going to pop out at any second and if I raised my legs too high you could see my pussy lips. Knowing full well that Uncle Juan would love how I looked. As soon as I stepped into my room Uncle Juan took another picture. 

"TIO!" I screamed and stopped my foot.

He smiled and took another picture. I pushed him out of my room and closed the door.

"I left the outfits laid out for you," he yelled through the door.

I looked at the four outfits he had laid out; two micro miniskirts, one pair of short shorts and a pair of jeans. The black micro miniskirt had a white tank top with it and he even placed a white thong and stocking next to the heels he had picked out. He had placed a denim mini skirt and baby blue thong with a black cut off shirt along with some black fishnet stocking and another set of high heels. Looking at the white short shorts and wife beater I wonder what he was thinking. He had put my tiny black thong with sandals with that outfit. Finally, Uncle Juan had put out my low ride jeans with a white button shirt and white sandals. 

Looking over the outfits, it looked more like I was doing a photo shoot for my boyfriend not my dad. I felt a little dirty and naughty posing for Uncle Juan in each outfit. Starting with the jeans which showed the least then finished off with the miniskirts which barely covered anything. I let Uncle Juan put me in the positions he thought were best and of course he took lots of pictures of my tits and ass and some with my legs spread. With every outfit he began breathing heavier and sweating more. By the time we were done, he had a wet spot in his pants and was trying to leave with the camera. Of course, I took the camera and told him I would give him the pictures, I wanted my dad to see. He was going to put up a fight but my mom arrived and he decided it was best to leave it to me. 

It was hard picking out pictures that were sexy but not showing off too much because I wanted to tease my dad and whoever else saw the pictures. Most of the pictures showed off too much cleavage or too much ass. In some you could clearly see my pussy through the little thongs I wore. There were lots of shots where you could see my areola and nipples as well. I wondered what would happen if these pictures got around that prison and what the guys would say to me next time I visited my dad. For a split second I almost wished my Uncle had taken the camera. 

I was able to pick out eight from the stack of pictures that teased enough to send a man's imagination going wild but not showing off too much. Actually, looking at them they did show off my tits and ass a lot but at least nothing was overtly showing. The poses looked more like they were meant for an adult magazine than to be seen by your dad. But I sent them to my dad with a nice long letter telling him how much I missed him and wished him home. 

Over the next few months Uncle Juan begged me to give him copies of the pictures and pose for him some more. Even my dad wrote me asking me for more pictures and telling me what to wear and how to pose for him. Daddy wanted pictures of me in bikinis and wearing lingerie posing with my legs spread or on my hands and knees. Reading his letter, I could tell that daddy was very frustrated and was probably jerking off to the pictures I sent him. It was exciting thinking of my dad alone in his cell looking at my pictures as his hand pumped his hard throbbing cock. Many nights I fell asleep playing with my pussy thinking of my dad jerking off to my pictures.

The day finally came when he was released from prison. All day long I cooked and cleaning making the house ready for my dad's home coming. Then I put on the white short shorts and wife beater that he loved so much in the pictures. I waited at Uncle Juan's house while he picked up my dad and brought him home. My heart almost popped out of my chest when I heard Uncle Juan's car pull up into the drive way. Still I waited for my dad to walk in through the front door. 

As soon as I saw him I ran to him and jumped in his big strong arms. He squeezed me and hugged me and spun me around the room. We stopped for a few seconds as we stood back and looked at each other. Then he lifted my hand so I could twirl for him giving him a good look at my outfit. As soon as I was done, we went back to hugging. When he lifted me up in the air I wrapped my legs around him squeezing him with all my might. I could feel my dad's throbbing cock between my legs which made me squeeze him all the more. His hands immediately grabbed my ass and we continued to hug until Uncle Juan broke us up.

Giving daddy my back, I grabbed both his hands and wrapped them around my tummy and walked him into the kitchen. When we got to the stove I bent over and looked back over my shoulder at him.

"Look papi. I made this just for you. Come on try some," I told him.

He pushed his cock into my ass and leaned forward smelling the food I had prepared. His hard throbbing fat cock felt so good I wanted to fall on my knees and suck him dry. 

"Sit down daddy. Let me serve you," I told him.

Sitting both of them down, I began serving my hot home cooked meal. Every time I brought something to the table I made sure I put my cleavage or my ass in daddy's face. Daddy was enjoying the service and the view. When I was done servicing, I sat on his lap and helped feed him. We laughed and giggled as they ate and drank.

When they were done eating, I stood up and my daddy spanked my ass in a playful manner. I giggled and cleaned up. Uncle Juan and daddy went to the living room and as I finished cleaning the kitchen I heard them turn on the television then I heard them laughing. As soon as I was done I went to the living room with three cold beers. After giving Uncle Juan his beer, daddy grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his lap.

"Since when do you drink?" daddy asked me.

"I'm a big girl now daddy," I replied.

"But who gave you permission?" he continued.

"Oh daddy," was all I said as I hugged him.

"So tell us. How was prison? What did you miss the most? What did you do all day?" I asked.

"Prison sucked. And I missed you the most; especially after your last visit and those great pictures you sent me," he answered with a sly smile.

"Aw. You're the nicest daddy ever. So what did you miss the most?" I asked again wiggling my ass on his hard cock.

"Honey, I can't tell you that. You're my daughter," he answered teasingly as he pulled me harder onto his thickness.

"Oh daddy, it's not like I haven't heard it before. Cum on daddy you can tell us. Huh Uncle Juan. He can tell us," I said as I gave Uncle Juan a teasing look of my own.

"Go ahead Pancho, give your daughter what she wants," replied Uncle Juan with a wicked smile.

"Cum on daddy please," I said as I put my tits in his face still acting innocent.

Daddy grabbed my firm thick smooth thigh and ran his hands up and down while he looked at both of us.

"Fine, I'll tell you. I missed being with a woman," daddy finally answered.

"You did? What did you miss the most," I continued.

"What do you mean," he questioned me.

"Well did you miss fucking or sucking the most," I asked as bravely as I could be.

"Who said you could talk like that? You sound like a little slut," he told me.

"Oh my god daddy, I'm a good girl. How can you call me that?" I asked in mock surprise.

"Listen to you. I should bend you over my knees and spank you,' I replied.

"No daddy I'm a big girl. You can't spank me," I said pouting.

"Is that right? You're never told old for a spanking from your Papi," he answered.

"You wouldn't not in front of Uncle Juan," I continued to pout.

Daddy pulled my arm and forced me over his knees with my ass in the air. He pulled my short shorts up more revealing more of my ass. I took turns looking at him and Uncle Juan over my shoulders with my ass in the air.

"Daddy, I'm a big girl," I said one more time.

"Oh yes you are honey. I see what a nice big thick round girl you've become," he said as he spanked me then began rubbing my ass. 

"Ouch daddy," I pouted.

"Look at you acting like a spoil little brat. You like talking like that? You like talking like a slut?" he asked as he continued to rub my ass.

"I'm a big girl," I pouted.

"You are? Well come on whisper some more big girl words in daddy's ear," he said.

I gave daddy a pouting little girl look. Then I looked over at Uncle Juan and gave him a lusty wicked smile. Before I moved, I looked at my dad's throbbing cock then at Uncle Juan more one time and smiled; letting Uncle Juan know that I was enjoying making my dad stiff. Shifting my body, I climbed on top of my dad straddling his legs. Again, I looked back at Uncle Juan over my shoulder then I bend over sticking my ass in the air putting my tits in my daddy's face with my mouth on his ear.

"What do you want me to say daddy?" I asked.

"Say fuck baby," he answered.

"FUCK," I whispered in his ear loud enough so Uncle Juan could hear emphasizing every sound.

Daddy moaned as he placed his hands on my hips and began rubbing.

"Say suck baby," he told me.

"SUCK," I whispered.

"Say cock baby," he said me.

"COCK," I whispered.

"Say pussy baby," he continued me.

"PUSSY," I whispered.

"Say dick baby," he ordered me.

"DICK," I whispered.

"Say tits baby," he went on.

"TITS," I whispered.

"Say big tits baby," he insisted me.

"BIG TITS," I whispered.

"Say fuck me baby," he told me.

"FUCK ME BABY," I whispered.

"UUUhhh baby, that sounds so dirty. Say it again, but this time say fuck me daddy," he said breathing hard.

"Daddy that's too dirty. I'm your daughter you can't . . . FUCK ME DADDY," I said.

"OOOhhh baby, one more time," he moaned as his hands began to maul my ass.

"Daddy you can't . . . FUCK ME DADDY," I repeated as I began to move my ass on rub my tits on him.

"Now say daddy I want to suck your cock," he stammered.

"Oh my god daddy, I'm your baby girl. Do you think . . . I WANT TO SUCK YOUR COCK DADDY?" I purred into his ear.

"Say it again," he said as took his hands off my ass and began to fumble with his pants.

"Daddy I'M not a COCKSUCKER. Do you really think . . . I WANT TO SUCK YOUR BIG THICK FAT COCK DADDY," I continued to purr.

He didn't answer. Daddy put his hands on my head and gave me a big kiss on the lips. Then he began to push my head down onto his cock. Putting my feet on the ground I bent over as my daddy forced my head lower. His cock slid between my tits then hit me on my chin. Looking up at him with the head of his cock inches from my face I was about to speak when he shoved my mouth onto his throbbing cock. 

"Oh that's my little cocksucker. That's daddy's favorite girl. You do that so good mijita (baby girl). That's it baby suck daddy's cock," he said as he forced more and more dick into my mouth.

I stopped pretending to be good and began sucking and gobbling my dad's cock like a hungry little whore. My head began bobbing up and down as I slurped and sucked his cock. Without being asked I took off both my shirt and bra then got on my knees. With his cock in my mouth I looked up at my dad and slowly put his cock between my big tits and began sucking and tity fucking his dick. 

"Oh yes baby. Daddy knew you were hungry for cock. That's it baby, suck my fat dick. Put them between those huge tits of your baby girl," he said as he shoved my head down his dick some more.

Playing with his hairy balls, I began sucking his cock faster and longer and using the other hand began to stroke it good. Within seconds, daddy began shooting gallons of cum down my throat. He made me gag and chock as he filled my hungry hot mouth with his gooey white cum. When he was done, I sucked and licked his cock clean.




Daddy's Homecumming



Daddy placed a hand on my head and turned me to face Uncle Juan. Still on my knees with cum on my lips I looked at smiled at Uncle Juan who had his cock out and was stroking his meat. 

"Doesn't she look hot? Don't this little slut looking fucking hot?" my dad asked my uncle.

"Cum here little girl and take care of your Uncle; you've been teasing me too long now you have to take care of it. Put his fat cock between your big tits and make Uncle Juan shoot his load down your throat," he commanded.

I looked at my dad and smile. Daddy motioned me to crawl over to my Uncle and do the same. Slowly on my hands and knees I crawled over to my Uncle. Cupping my tits I put his cock between my tits and began to lower my body on his cock. Just as my mouth wrapped around the head of his cock Uncle Juan exploded into my mouth. His hands pushed my head down as he unloaded every drop of warm cum into my mouth. When he was done I sat back on my heels and looked at both of them.

"See daddy I told you I was a big girl. Did you like that?" I said putting a finger in my mouth.

"Oh yes baby. You are a hungry little whore. You're the best cock sucker I've ever known. Now stand up and take off those little shorts baby. Show daddy that hot little pussy of yours," he ordered me.

Slowly I stood up then I slowly took off my shorts. Then I flicked them to Uncle Juan. After that, I slowly took off my thong and walked over to my dad. When I got to him I dropped the thong on his face. With his legs daddy spread my legs then he pulled me to him. He positioned me over his body so my pussy was resting on the fat bulbous head of his hard throbbing cock. 

"Say it baby. Tell daddy what you want," he told me.

I lowered my mouth to his ear and whispered to him, "FUCK ME DADDY. I WANT YOU TO SHOVE YOUR BIG FAT COCK INTO MY TINY PINK WET PUSSY DADDY. I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME DEEP AND HARD DADDY. DADDY PLEASE FUCK MY PUSSY HARD. DADDY FUCK YOUR HORNY SLUTTY DAUGHTER."

"That's right you little slut. You're gonna get fucked hard and deep," he replied.

Then I lowered my body onto my dad sliding down his hard thick dick. I could feel every hot inch as it penetrated my pussy stretching it more than any other man before. It was big, thick and long and filled me up until I moaned with pleasure. We both watched his cock disappear into my pussy until I had completely taken all of it in me. Looking into his eyes I purred and began to slowly fuck myself on his dick. The look in his eyes was pure lust which made me even hotter. 

Daddy took a nipple into his mouth and began sucking on it. One of his hands grabbed my other tit and the other hand went right on my ass. He moaned as he sucked on my tit and played with my ass. His hips began moving up and down as he fucked me. With every thrust he fucked me deeper and harder making me moan and grunt. We fucked like animals for several minutes, moaning and grunting and moving our bodies hard and fast.

Then daddy stood up with me picking me up as I continued to fuck him. He walked a few steps then I felt Uncle Juan's hand on my hips. Slowly, they both lowered me until I felt Uncle Juan's cock between my ass cheeks. I began to squirm and move trying to tell them to stop but they held me firm. Daddy spread my ass cheeks as he lowered me onto Uncle Juan who guided me down. When his cock was at the entrance to my ass they stopped for a second, then Uncle Juan pulled as my daddy fell with me onto my Uncle. Uncle Juan's cock drove his cock deep into my ass making me cry and scream in lustful pain. I wrapped my legs around my dad and held him tight until the pain subsided. Nobody moved for a few seconds as I got used to having two fat long cocks in me. Then my daddy whispered into my ear.

"How does that feel baby? How do you like having daddy's and uncle's cocks in you? Come on little slut talk to daddy. Tell me what a nasty little whore you really are. Come on baby tell daddy you like it," he said.

Not being able to talk, I moaned in my daddy's ear. I began rocking my hips back and forth fucking them both at the same time. Leaning back onto my Uncle I held his head in my hands and squeezed my legs around my dad's waist and moaned louder. Then I leaned into my Uncle's ear and moaned some more. Slowly, I began licking his ear and biting it very gentle as they began to fuck me hard and deep. Daddy was playing with one of my nipples as Uncle Juan played with the other one. 

"Daddy I'm so wet. Daddy, fuck me harder please. Oh god yes, I love your big fat cock in my pussy. You've wanted to fuck me since I went to see you in prison, right daddy? That's it Uncle Juan fuck my ass, shove that dick in me more Tio. Oh god, this is what you wanted to do to me when I posed for you right Uncle? You wanted to fuck me silly didn't you? You wanted to shove that fat cock deep me in didn't you Uncle? AAAAA. That's it harder Uncle you too daddy fuck me deep. Fuck I've been dreaming about this day since I visited you daddy. OOOOOO god more. That's it Uncle fuck my ass harder," I moaned.

"Fuck yea I did. You teased me too much that day. I've been jerking thinking about you in that little teddy and in those miniskirts. You have such a big round firm ass baby. These big tits were made for fucking and sucking. I'm going to fuck you hard and deep every day from now on. You're going to pose for me and I'm going to fuck you hard. Fuck I knew you were going to be this good. Come on you little cock sucking slut fuck your big Uncle Juan," he moaned back.

"MMMM. Yes Tio. Fuck me like the little slut I am. Fuck I love big cocks in me. Harder Uncle Juan, fuck my ass deep and good," I moaned as I backed my ass up onto his dick.

My dad was sucking on one tit as he fucked me hard while Uncle Juan mauled the other one and moaned into my ear fucking my ass deep. Both men where fucking me hard and deep making me moan and scream with pleasure. I spread my legs as wide as I could and leaned more on Uncle Juan. I had cocks in both holes and I wanted one in my mouth. 

We fucked for a long time which made us breathe hard and got us all sweaty. After what seemed like hours I felt my dad tense up then I felt his white cream gush from his cock deep into my hot pussy. Then I wrapped both my arms and legs around him and began milking his dick. I squeezed his cock with my pussy as he let out a loud grunt shooting every last drop into me. 

Within seconds of my daddy cumming, I felt more cum being shot into me but this time Uncle Juan began to unload his gooey white liquid into my ass. His hands dug deep into my ass as he held me in place and shot his cum deep into me. He grunted and growled spanking my ass and cumming in it. 

Feeling both men filling me up with their juices was so dirty that I squeezed my legs around my dad and felt my own juices flowing down his cock and my legs. I was so hot that I came with both my dad and uncle. 

"Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Oh fuck daddy I'm cumming. Oh fuck daddy you're making me cum. Daddy I'm gonna cum on your cock. Daddy oh fuck daddy here I cum. DDDDDDAAAAAADDDDDDDYYYYYYYYY!" I screamed as I came on my dad's dick.

Our bodies went limp as we sweated on each other. All you could hear was the heaving breathing from the three of us. I could feel both cocks going limp in me as we rested from our fucking. Finally my dad got off me and pulled me off my uncle's cock. I smiled at both of them as they gathered their clothes.

I hope daddy loved his home cumming, because I sure did. It was good to have daddy home. I can't wait until we finish resting.