4 comments/ 39347 views/ 13 favorites Daddy's Little Cupcake Ch. 03 By: Jack597 (Author's note: All characters in this story are more than eighteen years old.) Chapter 3: Sitting in wet panties at supper is making Cupcake feel very naughty. She's just invaded Mommy's turf and Mommy doesn't have a clue. She's had Daddy all to herself for so long she assumes he would never stray. Or so Cupcake thinks. But what if Mommy did have an idea, even just an inkling? Now there's a scary thought. Could she have possibly heard Cupcake's hushed whispers in the den? Suddenly she feels vulnerable and exposed. She's able to hide her fidgety hands under the table, but the fear in her eyes is another matter. Then Mommy's odd glance at her sends shivers. She tries to catch a peek at Daddy, hoping for some sign, but he seems unfazed by it all. He seldom says much anyway. It's Mommy who is the chatterbox. So when she begins to carry on about her "lady's night out" club, Cupcake is much relieved. She knows that will occupy her for the remainder of supper. She and Daddy have heard it all before...many times. How Mommy enjoys being with her friends, how much fun they have together. Tonight they are going to see a new movie, and that is just fine. In fact the very prospect is wetting Cupcake's pussy even more. She can barely eat anything. She's in a fog, dreaming about what happened under the afghan. She will soon be alone with Daddy, and that both arouses her and frightens her. She is, after all, still a virgin. Will she disappoint him? Will it hurt? How is that monster of his going to fit in her tiny pussy? "May I be excused?" she asks. "Yes," Mommy says, hardly pausing her jabber-thon. She is in the bathroom in a flash. She needs to get out of her wet panties and wash herself for Daddy. If she can delay long enough, maybe Mommy will be gone when she comes out. "Yes, that's the ticket, wait until she's gone," she thinks to herself. After a while she hears the clanking of dishes in the kitchen as Mommy cleans up, then a long silence which she presumes means that she's freshening up in her bedroom, then finally she hears her good-byes to Daddy. That's when it really sinks in: She is now alone with HIM. Her heart is pounding again. She is scared, and her self-confidence is escaping her too. What does he have in mind, exactly? In the hope of somehow regaining her courage, she waits a few more minutes before stepping out of the bathroom. When she does, he is standing there waiting with a stern look on his face. His colossal cock and balls are hanging out of the fly of his trousers, and he's snapping a switch against his thigh. The snaps come in a slow deliberate cadence. She knows he means business. "Come here little SLUT," he directs. Shaking inside, she comes slowly, tentatively, her head bowed, her eyes transfixed on his cock. It's not erect, though it's fuller than it was when she groped it in his pants. It now jostles pendulously with each snap of his switch. "You are NEVER to give any hint to Mommy that there is anything between us! Do you understand?!" he bellows. "Yes sir," she peeps. "You had better have a grip on your emotions whenever she's around. She can smell a rat quicker than anyone I know." "Yes sir, I will." "You have much to learn about being my slut." "I know." "Let tonight be your first lesson," he admonishes like some strict headmaster. "Heed it well." "I will." "I will, SIR. Or I will MASTER or DADDY," he corrects. "Yes, Daddy, I understand." "Good. Now turn around and bend at the waist." Coquettishly, she puts one finger in her pouty little mouth, looks up at him and slowly turns. "That's the idea..." he encourages. When she bends, he uses his switch to lift the hem of her skirt to expose her bare bum. "Where are your panties?" he asks. "I took them off, sir. They were soaking wet." "I see," he chuckles, then administers a quick snap of his switch to her ass. She yelps. "You're going to need regular discipline to reinforce your lessons," he declares. "Yes, sir." "Spread your stance," he orders, and she obeys. From behind, he runs the switch up the inside of her thigh, then snaps near her cunt. She yelps again. The sting is pure heaven. Then slipping the length of it between her cunt lips, he draws it along her clit. She hisses lustily, sucking air through her clenched teeth. "Ah, now that's what I like. Be a filthy little whore for Daddy." "I am, Daddy. I'm YOUR filthy little whore," she professes, just as in her fantasy. "Good girl," he lauds. Grabs her upper arm to guide her to the couch, his huge salami growing larger and beginning to rise. He sits on the edge and takes her over his lap, yanks her skirt up, greedily kneads her fleshy bottom. "This is a very ample ass you've got here, little slut." "Thank you, Daddy, it is all for you," she replies coyly, her confidence building with each new liberty he takes. He delivers hard swats with his bare hand. They come in bunches, first to one cheek then the other. The tension she felt begins to ease as her lust rises. Like Mommy, she responds to forceful men. He slips his hand between her legs to tease her clit, then swats her ass, then teases some more. "Ooh, Daddy," she wriggles, then pooches her butt up more. Getting hotter and hotter, she can feel his cock beginning to press up from below. His strong hand swatting her ass, his strong finger playing nasty with her clit. After the final whack, he grabs her hair and pushes her at the hips to slide her off onto the floor. She sits on one cheek between his legs as he cinches her hair over his knee, pins her head against it. His oversized dong is at full erection now, hovering in front of her face, oozing from the tip. It's no little Jimmy popgun either, it's a Howitzer, and she's looking right down the barrel. It's even thicker and meaner than she recalls through the keyhole...it could truly make a whore out of any woman. "Go on, little slut, lick the head." She obliges him obediently, lapping at it, savoring its salty sweetness. Unable to accomodate its full girth in her mouth, she kisses and caresses it with her lips. She doesn't know it but Daddy has always adored her small mouth. This is a night he has thought about often. Waiting, waiting, biding his time until he would have it perched on the end of his insatiable cock. "That's it, yes," he praises. "Now lick along the shaft, show me that tongue." She does it lavishly, just as she saw Mommy do it, while he moans at the sight of her slithering pink wetness all along his manhood. Twisting her head, he instructs, "Underneath too, lap it underneath, all the way up to the tip." And she readily complies. "Now into the slit," he directs. She does that too, then flutters it over the whole head while looking up at him. "Jesus," he grits, pins her hair more tightly over his knee. "Open, little slut, open that gorgeous little mouth!" He forces his way in! Stretches her lips beyond anything she thought possible, gags her! Not even half of it will go in, but that's plenty for him. His little slut is performing beautifully and he is going to cum like he never does with Mommy. "Stroke it, little whore! Stroke it and suck it!" She responds as she's told, her small hand grasping what it can of the thick shaft, she strokes and squeaks, and squeaks and sucks. "Oh yes, oh yes," he whispers, his load building and building. "Ah shit," he howls, "I'm going to cum! I'm going to shoot that sweet little mouth!" His cock spasms! He groans deeply as his hot load blasts her mouth and face! Gagging and gasping for air, she works her ragged clit with her free hand! Her eyes roll up. She shudders and cums like the filthy whore he wants her to be. Daddy's Little Cupcake Ch. 04-05 (Authors note: All characters in this story are over the age of eighteen.) Chapter 4: She doesn't want to go to sleep. She wants this day to never end. The whole world is a different place now. Daddy's different, Mommy's different, and most of all, she's different. Sex, real sex, is no longer a little girl fantasy. It's right here and now, and walking around in Daddy's shoes. "He's a sex MACHINE!" she thinks to yourself. In the shower she couldn't get him out of her mind. Carefully washing his cum out of her hair, washing her face, her pussy, her tits, her ass, was all to please HIM. To make herself fresh for HIM. Now in her jammies and snuggled into bed, she can't dispel visions of his oozing cock right in front of her face. How mammoth it was, how alive! How he forced it into her mouth. How totally HOT that was! Her hand begins to move, seemingly on auto-pilot, down between her legs. Her middle finger finds her needy little clit, already throbbing. "Oh Daddy," she whispers, imagining him there, "that feels so good..." He rubs his cum-coated cock all over her pussy, his deep voice in her ear, "You're a filthy little whore, aren't you?" "Yes, Daddy, I am YOUR filthy little whore," she replies, just as she did in the den. "You want this cock in your cunt, don't you?" he teases. "Yes, oh yes...please." Forcefully, he spreads her legs, pries the massive head between her outer lips, squishes it hard against her clit. She gasps and pushes up her hips. "Oh Daddy!" she whispers to the room, her finger pressing harder. He rubs it back and forth over her hungry little nub, smearing it with the last of his oozing spunk. "You'll have it, all of it, soon enough," he says ominously. "This little pussy is going to stretch and stretch." Then he rubs back and forth, back and forth, pushes it in just enough to tantalize her, then retreats to rub it across her clit again. She feels herself letting go, giving into him. Back and forth, back and forth, he drives her to the brink. "Cum, little slut," he commands. "Cum on Daddy's cock." "Yes...oh yes, Master," she breathes. "That cock...that cock...I'm a slave to that...big...filthy...monster...of a COCK!" Her orgasm comes on wings, flutters across her nipples and settles onto her clit. The lightness of it is exquisite, and all of it is for HIM! Being his whore is all she wants to be. Her legs come together, she twists and squirms, gurgles deep in her throat as it grips her tightly for a long moment...then gives her complete release. He owns her. She knows that now, lying there, licking her clit finger, imagining the taste of his cum. Chapter 5: The days pass. Each one without another opportunity to be alone with Daddy. Whatever brief moments she does get with him, he seems distracted and aloof. Oh he smiles and calls her Cupcake, but it's as if he's forgotten the hot romp he had with her. Then when Mommy's around, she demands most of his attention, which he seems more than glad to provide. Cupcake finds this puzzling given what she's learned about their relationship, how Mommy whores for him, obeys and worships him in the bedroom. It's as if that is HIS domain, and the rest of the house is hers. She has the better deal, Cupcake thinks. She envies her, and yearns for him. She wants him all to herself more and more each day. One afternoon when they are both at work, she lies down on her bed - as she often does - to indulge her favorite fantasy. It's the one about Daddy's cock. He's taking her roughly, as she always imagines him doing...when she is interrupted by someone noisily barging into the house. Sitting up abruptly, she calls out, "Daddy?! Is that you?" "Yes, Cupcake, it's me," he calls back. "Oh!" she blurts, scrambling to straighten her skirt and tuck in her blouse. In no time he's in the doorway to her room, already wise to her plight; her flush cheeks, her tousled hair being dead giveaways. "A little slut like you should be saving her pussy for her Master," he scolds. "I know, Daddy, I am," she lies, looking up at him with guilty eyes. Sitting there at the edge of her bed, on her frilly bedspread, in her frilly room, she is as irresistible to him as he is to her. She catches a glimpse of it in his eye, but quickly looks down submissively. She knows this is not the time for denials, nor the time for little girl games. Her moment is nigh. She swallows, then affects a little girl voice, "Please forgive me, I was dreaming of you." He gives her a stern, doubtful look, lifts her to her feet, forces his long tongue into her mouth! His strong arms engulf her, his swelling manhood presses hard against her. It's exactly what she's been aching for him to do. Stepping back to better take her in, he muses wolfishly, "Just what do I have here?" Her heart pounds. She can barely breathe. His eyes burn right through her, she knows he can see all that she is. His adoring daughter, his budding slut, his slave, his sex starved little whore. He rips off her blouse and skirt and tosses her onto the bed. Quickly slips his belt out of its loops and strips himself naked, his muscular back rippling, his tight buttocks flexing. In the vanity mirror she sees his genitalia bobble and sway, just as she's dreamed so many times. Before she can catch her breath, he's buckled her wrists together above her head and secured them to the bedpost. On her back, wriggling and squirming, she spreads her legs as wide as she can and silently prays, "Take me. Take me. Take me." "I know what you need, little slut, and your going to get it!" he says in his commanding tone. "Please, Daddy, PLEASE!" With her restrained on the bed, he jerks her bra up over her head and up her arms, leaves it in a tangle about her wrists. Strips her panties down her legs and off, holds them to his nose, sniffs her scent like a bloodhound on the hunt! Then up on the bed, straddling her waist on his knees, he flops his heavy log of a cock onto her chest. Rubs the head on her titties, slaps the nipples. They peak up, ache at the sight of his monster man-flesh growing even larger before her eyes. He grabs it at the base and cock-slaps her face, wields it like a club, the bulbous head smacking her cheeks. She strains to get her tongue on it. He pulls it away just out of reach to tease her, then flops it up onto her forehead, his heavy balls hanging off her chin. "Get the full sense of it, little whore. It's what's going to split you in two." "Oh Daddy," she moans as he slips it off her forehead to work it along the side of her neck. She cocks her head to that side, tries to cradle it against her up stretched arm, caress it with her cheek. She wants it like nothing else she's ever wanted. Taking hold of her head, he shoves it into her mouth! "Suck it, little slut." And she does. His words evoke visions of her first nasty with him. How he praised her 'gorgeous little mouth', how he howled when he shot his thick load! Now, as then, her tongue flits and dances on the sensitive head, her eyes are rolling up. But he allows her only a taste, pulls it away again, moves down between her legs, aligns his massive meat with its target and presses it between the glistening lips. She begs in a sweet whisper, "Yes Daddy...please Daddy...make me your whore." He pushes in, little by little, knowing there will be some initial pain. Then when the real pain comes, he pushes harder, knowing it's best to get through it. She winces, shuts her eyes tightly, twists and yanks at her wrist restraints. He forces it deeper, begins to REALLY stretch her. The vaginal tissues, the lips, distort painfully. "Oh that's tight," he groans, his thick cock, rude and demanding, now inhabiting her fully. His hand comes to her throat, pins her. He looks straight into her eyes as he begins to stroke it in and out. Grunting beast-like, sweat beading up on his chest and arms, he picks up the pace, pumps harder. Reams her! His brutish behemoth wrecking her tight, tight pussy! Flashes of Mommy cross her mind...what would she think, seeing how his little Cupcake excites him, how she will make him cum, not her? "Oh Daddy...Master...Sir, take all of me. I am yours completely!" He pounds relentlessly! Deep he goes, down to her center, stirs her magma. Her orgasm won't be clitoral, it will be all vaginal, volcanic. It will be Vesuvius letting loose! The pressure builds in step with the pounding until she is helpless to contain it. It rumbles, it churns her gut...then EXPLODES! "Good god!" she screams. Digs her heels into the bedspread, pumps back furiously, the pain be damned! "You...Filthy...Little...WHORE!" he roars. And heaves and jerks, his cock bucks wildly, spoils her cunt with slug after slug of his slimy jizz! Grinding it hard and deep, he grunts and strains with the force of it. "Oh Master," she puffs, then grunts with him as he jars her with his final, ball draining, thrusts. It's beyond anything she imagined it would be. It is complete. It is all a whore could want. Content at last, she closes her eyes dreamily. And savors the moment. Daddy's Little Cupcake Ch. 06-07 Author's note: All characters in this story are older than eighteen. Chapter 6: Cupcake's little pussy has been sore all week. Daddy's cock really did a number on it. It also did a number on her frilly bedspread. Poor Cupcake had to strip it off the bed and launder it before Mommy got home. She was afraid Mommy would see the huge stain of cum and pussy juice. She's been applying a salve to her pussy lips to relieve the soreness. It does help, though the best cure seems to be time. Little by little it is all healing. All the while Daddy has become aloof again, as if the whole thing never happened. She, on the other hand, hasn't been able to stop thinking about it. She's relived every detail, every nuance of his every phrase, every gesture...his command of her, his dominance. Her pussy might be sore, but her libido is as robust as ever. At night in bed she struggles to refrain from touching herself. Each time she's tempted, she hears Daddy's admonition to "...save her pussy for her Master." His words mean so much more to her now than when he first said them. Her submission binds her to serve him, and only him...self-gratification is forbidden without his permission. It's taken days for that to sink in. Now just the thought of it is so powerful, so erotic, she shivers. "Oh Master," she whispers to her pillow, "I am yours, god help me. I am ALL yours." When morning comes, she is ready for whatever the day will bring. Her submission has focused her mind. She gets it completely now. She is sure he will be pleased with how well she has learned her first lesson. It's a sunny Saturday and Mommy has gone shopping; for what, Cupcake doesn't know. And Daddy left early to go fishing with friends. Breakfast will be light, she's not about to fuss. Still in her jammies, she lingers over coffee, takes in the sensuous aroma, lets her mind wander, "If Daddy were only here..." While combing out her hair in front of her vanity, she sheds her jammie top, has a long look at herself in the mirror. She's not happy with what she sees. For one thing, those thick-framed glasses couldn't be geekier. For another, unlike her voluptuous mother and sisters, she is thin, her shoulders are small, her breasts are small. She feels unworthy of any man's attentions, let alone Daddy's. She has yet to learn that a man like him, one with broad and varied sexual tastes, has much to appreciate in his daughter's delicate frame, the grace in her limbs, her velvet skin. She has no idea that she's sitting on one of her major assets: her rump. It's full and very well shaped. Plus her pouty little mouth is to die for. If she only knew what big plans Daddy has for his new little slut. She dresses herself in her baggiest clothes and whiles the time away watching TV. It's late afternoon before Mommy is home from shopping. In she comes with multiple bags, all with different store logos on them. She's been everywhere. "I found some of the nicest things," she gushes, pulls out a white satin blouse that is truly elegant. "You know how hard it is to find things that fit me properly," she continues, referring of course to her extra large bosom. She holds it up to her front for Cupcake to admire. "It's lovely, mother," she replies with little enthusiasm. Mommy puts it back in the bag, and reaches into another. "Look here, I bought this choker too." Then quickly realizes she shouldn't have shown it to her naive little daughter, and tosses it back in the bag. Pulls out a new skirt to divert her attention. "What was that choker?" Cupcake asks. "Oh nothing, nevermind." "No, mother, I want to see it," she insists. "Well...I guess you're old enough," she says, pulling it out again, "it's to wear for Daddy on special occassions." She wraps it about her throat to 'model' it. It's made of black leather, with faux diamond studs and an attachable leash. "I see," says Cupcake, "that's pretty hot." "You shouldn't talk that way, sweetheart." "Oh mother, please. I'm 22 years old. You think I don't know about kinky sex?" Mommy blushes, realizes her daughter knows more than she thought. "And mother," Cupcake presses, "why do I still have to call you 'Mommy'?" She looks down, then forms her words, "Well...you don't, really. Just when Daddy's around, I would appreciate the favor." "Really? Why?" she asks with a puzzled look. "It helps keep me young in his eyes." "You mean my growing up makes you old?" "In a way, yes." "Are you afraid of losing him to a younger woman?" Cupcake asks, doing her best to conceal her desire to be that very woman. "It does happen you know," Mommy replies. Cupcake laughs, "Are you kidding? With your shape, he's more likely to lose YOU to some younger stud." "No chance of that, darling. No man could ever make me feel more like a woman than your father." Her words buzz in Cupcake's sore little pussy. She believes Mommy completely. After all, how could any woman ever leave a cock like his? When who should walk in but the stud himself. "Daddy!" Cupcake blurts in surprise. He comes up behind Mommy and leans down to give her a peck on the cheek while looking straight into Cupcake's eyes. The buzz in her pussy dialing up a notch, she watches as his lips nibble briefly at Mommy's cheek. Then he stands upright, massages her shoulders. She leans her head back, her eyes close, "Mmmm...that feels good," she says softly, dripping with sexual intent. She's a sexy woman and he's a sexy man, very masculine. He always maintains a layer of closely trimmed stubble on his face. He could double for the Marlboro man. She could easily be his saloon whore - diamond studded choker and all - with miles of fleshy cleavage to entice him upstairs. Her head fills with visions of Daddy's cock sliding between Mommy's massive mammaries...her huge nipples nestled to it on either side. If there ever was a cock meant for those tits, it is Daddy's. How she wishes he would fuck her with it right now. Right here on the kitchen table! She would help him with it...guide it into Mommy's juicy cunt...then fondle his weighty cum-laden balls as he reamed her good... "Cupcake! Cupcake!" she hears in the distance. Then Daddy's hand shaking her shoulder, "Are you okay?" he asks, Mommy looking concerned. "Yes, yes," she answers, coming out of her fantasy, "perfectly okay." Chapter 7: The day has turned into evening. They are all gathered in the den for some TV, Mommy snuggled next to Daddy on the couch, his ever present bulge obvious from Cupcake's vantage point in the chair. Oddly, she feels no envy, only the desire to see them fuck. She doubts that the scene she imagined in the kitchen will ever occur, but a wish is a wish and she still has hope. A hope that gets a big boost when Mommy and Daddy feign being extra tired, then declare their need to go to bed early. "Yes, please," she thinks to herself. "Go to bed by all means. The sooner the better." Mommy takes a quick look at Daddy, then at Cupcake. She can tell Cupcake knows the score, but she's horny enough not to care. She rises, takes Daddy's arm. "Don't stay up too late," she says. "I won't," Cupcake replies, imagining herself on Daddy's arm. "Nye-nye." "Nye-nye, darling," Mommy bids distractedly, already receding into a submissive state. As soon as their bedroom door closes, Cupcake flies off the couch and into her room, slips into her nightie...the short, baby-doll one that Daddy gave her. Her whole week has been building to this. It's her chance to secretly watch Mommy and Daddy do the nasty things she knows they do. It's also her chance to learn more ways to please her new Master. She waits as long as she can stand to wait. The glow from the keyhole beckons. Her pussy is soaked, her little nipples are stiff and achy. She fights the urge to touch herself. Carefully, she tip-toes to the keyhole, squats in front of it. Holds one eye to it as if it was a spyglass. Daddy is towering over Mommy, who is on all fours on the floor. He's in a black leather vest and chaps - nothing else - his clean shaven genitalia in full view. His pubic stubble matches that on his face. Not exactly the Marlboro man she imagined, but just as masculine. Mommy's in her new choker, the attached leash in Daddy's hand. In the other he wields a leather flogger. Tethered by the leash, she crawls in a circle around him, her huge boobies swinging and bobbling beneath her, her ass and back bearing the brunt of his blows. "This is what you need, isn't it?" Daddy bellows, snapping his flogger. "Yes, Master," she agrees. "It's what a whore craves, isn't it? "Yes, Master." Continuing her crawl, her ass comes fully into Cupcake's view. It is jiggling in six different directions at once with a faux diamond-studded plug peeking out between the fleshy cheeks...the perfect match to her new choker. "Jesus," Cupcake whispers, "what a whore." Mommy is in nylon hosiery too, her black garter belt frames her bountiful snow white ass for Daddy's flogging enjoyment. He's an expert at it...he knows exactly how she likes it. All their years together, exploring every contour of her lush body, he can play her like a skilled musician plays his favorite instrument. He drags the strands up her crack, then snaps them on her back. She squeaks sweetly, peeps a grateful, "Thank you, Sir." He nudges the butt plug with the knob-end of the flogger grip, then gives her a good swat across her ass. "Keep crawling, whore. I want to see that ass in motion." "Yes, Sir," she gushes, loving what her ass does to him. She makes her way around the circle, relishes his expert ministrations. His cock, now fully erect, bobs and waves with each of his blows. This ritual they have, with its countless variations never fails to excite her. The tortuous path, the gauntlet she endures, is well worth every inch of that colossal cock. Cupcake can see that. She can see why Mommy would never leave him. Nor would he leave her. He might play nasty with whoever strikes his fancy, but he'll always come home to his whore. Pulling up on her leash to halt her, he straddles her ass, pulls out on the butt plug. Lets it draw back in. "You're an ass-whore too, aren't you?" he mocks. "Yes, Master," she answers, her obedience to him fully apparent. Cupcake suddenly realizes there's another dimension to things she had no idea existed. "He doesn't think he could fit that monstrosity of his in her ass, does he?" she wonders to herself. He teases her gruffly, "But right now you need this cock in that cunt, don't you?" "Yes Sir, please," she answers with hope in her voice. She has stopped at a spot that gives Cupcake a direct view of her dripping cunt and Daddy's heavy hanging balls as he squats to maneuver his monstrosity into position. Mommy's thick cunt lips are wet with her juices, his huge cockhead is oozing. Cupcake's hand inches toward her own wet pussy. "Oh Master, help me" she whispers, fighting to preserve herself for him. Daddy pushes in, Mommy pushes back, does all she can to accomodate him. As it slowly forces its way in, his bare buttocks tighten, his calves flex. "Ooh...that feels good," Mommy purrs. He grunts as he strokes in and out, his animal side gripping him once again. Mommy's cunt lips slip along his shaft, his balls swing violently, stretch his scrotal tissues. The carnality of them together, their burning heat, has Cupcake spinning. "Unh...unh...unh," grunts Mommy. Daddy goes deeper. "Is that whore-itch getting scratched?" he grits, the veins bulging in his neck. "Yes, Master...thank you, Sir," she puffs breathily. Then pumping her hips, she opens her ass crack wider, rubs hard against his pubic stubble. Banging her harder, he ripples her ass flesh, drives the butt plug deeper! "Yes darling...both holes...that's perfect! Oh...Oh...Oh!" she shudders and pants. Her slutty whore-talk pushes Cupcake to the edge. She slumps to a sitting position, her back against the wall, her knees up and wide apart. With a low whine in her throat, she fingers her ragged clit with abandon while Mommy and Daddy groan their pleasures on the other side of the door. "Oh Master, I can't help myself. Please forgive me," she pleads sweetly as her sore little pussy takes its due. Daddy's Little Cupcake Ch. 08 "Mommy's such a whore," Cupcake had quipped after witnessing her brazen fuckfest with Daddy. Now, two weeks later, she's much less inclined to be so disdainful. She's had lots of sex, real sex, the dominant kind that Daddy dishes out, and it has changed her perspective on everything. He's been coming home every day for 'lunch' to teach her more lessons. He had been disappointed in her behavior after that lesson in her bedroom. She seemed to have grasped the meaning of being 'owned', but then faltered badly in abiding by it...frigging her clit again as she watched through the keyhole. He had expected much better from her. Oh she begged and begged his forgiveness, but no Master could tolerate such a breach. He disciplined her without hesitation. Now she never goes near her clit except to clean herself for him. He's taught her other important lessons too: The proper forms of address sluts must observe, how to please him with her mouth and tongue, the need for bondage and discipline, the imperative of never cumming without his permission. And several lessons on the use of prolonged denial to intensify her orgasms. She has a butt plug now too. He makes her wear it all the time as an ever-present reminder of her servitude. Mommy, she has been told, does the same, and has for years. Yes, Cupcake does indeed have a fresh perspective. She's come to know that she and Mommy share a common addiction to all that a skilled Master can bestow. Some of which she is enjoying at this very moment. Daddy has her on her back, bound and helpless, her pussy captive to his long tongue. He's been feathering it over her titties, along her neck, down her torso, and onto her needy little clit. Teasing...teasing...teasing her to insanity. She squirms and yanks at her wrist cuffs, every bit the whore that mommy is. And all in Mommy's room! A place Mommy has never let her go and now she knows why. One whole wall in the large walk-in closet is arrayed with straps and cuffs, clamps, gags, spreaders, floggers and crops. There is leatherwear of all kinds, nylon and latex too. And stilettos and platforms of seemingly endless variety...a foot fetishist's dream. If Mommy could only see her now. On Mommy's bed! With Daddy ravenously tending to her big girl clit! Oh what a rush that thought brings! She heaves her hips up into Daddy's mouth, puffs out sweet oh-oh-ohs. "Not yet, little slut," he warns. "Oh Master..." she sighs, closes her eyes tightly, goes perfectly still to hold back her orgasm. "That's the way. Save it for Master's cock. You wouldn't want to disappoint your Master's cock, now would you?" "No Sir, never," she shudders, thankful to have subdue it in time. "Good girl," he soothes, but she knows he would have disciplined her if she hadn't. His hands grab under her ass, he nips at her clit with his teeth, then tilts his head to bite teasingly along her puffy cunt lips. She shudders again, teeters between lust and pain, holds her breath until she no longer can. "Jesus," she finally exhales. "Master, please fuck me! Please fuck your whore!" Instead he pulls away, leaves her cunt wanting while he cuffs her ankles to the bedposts. Helpless, her arms and legs spread wide, she continues to plead, but he has other ideas. Out of nowhere comes a blindfold to cover her eyes, put her in total darkness. She can't see at all, only imagine the source of the delicious stings she soon feels on the inside of her thighs. They come closer and closer to her pussy with each snap. It feels like a crop spoon but maybe it's a switch. Daddy flicks it with precision at the exact spots and with the exact intensity needed. "Ooh fuck," she moans. "Little whore likes that, does she?" he teases. She gulps then replies, "Yes, Sir. Very much." "I thought you might," he chuckles in his masterly way. Which says, "I am in charge, you will obey." With a loud bam, the back door slams shut! Cupcake stiffens. Someone has entered the house. "What's that?" she blurts in a panic. "Just Mommy," he says calmly. "But..." she starts to protest, but cuts herself off. She hears Mommy's footsteps in the hall, then the bedroom door opening. Her heart is thumping. "Well, what do you have here?" Mommy mischeviously asks Daddy, as if she didn't know. "Just our littlest slut," he replies. Cupcake has never heard words more frightening. Questions flash in her head. Does Mommy know Daddy has been fucking her for weeks? Have they colluded? What did he mean by 'littlest' slut? Have they also drawn her older sisters into their debaucheries? Her head spins in the darkness of the blindfold. "Mommy!?" she calls out. "Yes, sweetheart?" "What are YOU doing home?" Cupcake asks, worried she's about to get the beating of her life. Mommy looks at Daddy, strips off her blouse and bra, and replies softly, "I'm here to serve my Master." Cupcake then feels the bed rock as Mommy crawls up beside her, presses her big fleshbags against her, and whispers, "I'm here to satisfy his urges in whatever way he demands." Yes of course, she realizes, Mommy is bound by the same vows that she is, they are kindred sluts. And they ARE alike in so many ways. Both are submissive, both adore Daddy, both are junkies for his cock. Her fear quickly turns back into lust. Mommy pats Cupcake's pussy, looks up at Daddy, "Does Master wish to fuck his new whore's cunt?" Seeing the two of them together like this has his cock at full alert. It aches to be inside them both. He wants to fuck one then the other, then back again, and on and on. Mommy can see it in his eyes. She gives the head a quick lubing lick then guides it to Cupcake's open cunt. "Here, Master, let your first pleasure be with our new little slut." He nods and pushes in slowly as if to savor each inch of its progress as it sinks deeper and deeper. Cupcake spreads wider, Mommy pinches her blazing nipples and coos into her ear, "Does that feel good, darling? Is that big cock what my baby wants?" "Yes, Mommy, yes." He takes a long, slow backstroke, his pussy-juiced man-meat on full display for Mommy to see, then shoves it in hard. "Fuck, that's good," he proclaims, and begins to pump slowly. Mommy watches him with adoring eyes, runs her finger over Cupcake's clit, whispers to her, "Mommy and Daddy love their new little whore." She arches her back off the bed, struggles to control her arousal. "Please Mommy, don't make me cum yet!" Her vows to Daddy have become much stronger these past weeks. Not just to avoid his wrath, but to better fulfill her obligations as his slut. Mercifully, he pulls out so she won't cum, and directs Mommy to suck him. "Yes, Master," she gladly obliges, taking as much of him into her mouth as she can. She really knows how to suck a cock. She does it differently each time to surprise him, sometimes focusing on the head, sometimes the shaft, sometimes jerking him as she sucks, sometimes using no hands at all. This time she holds it mid-shaft while she cleans the slit with the tip of her tongue. Hissing his pleasure, he directs her to straddle Cupcake on her hands and knees. She obeys, pooches her ass up for him, her glistening cunt agape. Wasting no time, he impales it brutishly. Fucks her hard, his pelvis slapping her ass flesh as she grunts in Cupcake's ear. Mommy knows how to fuck too, how to make it good for her Master. Daddy pounds her hard, Mommy's bobbling boobies graze Cupcake's rock-hard nips. Cupcake is so hot she can barely breathe. Then she hears the loud slap of Daddy's hand on Mommy's ass, He pulls out gruffly. "Move off slut, I want to fuck the tight one again." She promptly obeys, lies back down next to Cupcake and guides massive meat back into her cunt. This time his arousal is more advanced. Cupcake can feel it, he is not far from cumming. "Master, fuck our new slut," Mommy begins in Goreanesque tones, "take whatever pleases you. Give these adoring sluts the gift of your cum. Your hot, verile spunk...the seed of life. The elixir craved by all sluts, especially these two who humbly serve you now." She reaches to cradle his balls, just as Cupcake had imagined herself doing. Only she's the one being fucked, not Mommy. But it doesn't matter. They are equals, both in service to HIM. His iron-hard cock rips and tears at Cupcake's cunt, booms and recoils like a cannon. His cum fires in thick salvos, slimey and sticky. It is pungent. It is nasty. It is all over them both. Mommy quickly wipes a glob from her enormous tits and licks it off her fingers. Then finds more to smear on Cupcake's taut nipples, offers her cummy fingers to Cupcake's mouth. She takes them in readily, closes her lips around them, hums appreciatively in her blindfold. "Oh Master, may I cum?" she begs. "Yes," he says, nodding to Mommy. Who takes his cue, starts strumming Cupcake's hungry little clit. "Cum for our Master," she exhorts. "Show him your devotion, show him how you cum for him and only him!" "Yes," Cupcake calls out, "Master, only for you!" Daddy fingers Mommy's clit while she fingers Cupcake's. "Cum together," he commands, "I want to see both of you cum like whores." Neither of them know the true pleasure he derives from making his sluts cum. Like them, he's a junkie too. Controlling their arousals, specifying how and when they must cum, are HIS addictions. Mommy's lust rises with Cupcake's, they are on a collision course. Both are gasping, Cupcake arches her back again, Mommy presses to Daddy's finger. Smeared with his cum, the taste of it in their mouths, they both gurgle deeply as their orgasms well up and flood their senses. They hiss like whores, hurl obscenities. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" they cry out, nearly in unison. Then writhe and thrust their cunts up as each tries to out-whore the other...all to please HIM.