Page 4 of Spank Me, Daddy

I could feel myself creeping toward the edge, coating my father’s hand in my pussy juices. My breath came in short, shallow gasps as I moved closer to coming.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he encouraged, bending his head down, his face inches from my pussy. “Give your daddy what he wants and drench my fingers.”

I moaned, squeezed my eyes shut, and came right then… for Daddy.

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Oh, I came alright. I squirted. All over the place. The clear fluid spraying out of me like a geyser, hitting Daddy right in the face. A smile tipped his lips as his tongue slid out of his mouth and dragged across them—licking, tasting, savoring my cum.

When I came down from my high, the room was thick with anticipation, the air heavy with the smell of sex and taboo need.

I felt my heart pounding in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears as Daddy slowly withdrew those thick, masculine fingers from my cunt, swirling his cum-coated digits around my asshole, slightly, barely, inserting one before withdrawing it. The sudden emptiness made me whimper, a soft, needy sound that escaped my lips before I could stop it.

My body ached for what only my father could give me, for the fullness of his enormous cock being shoved inside my tight little pussy.

Daddy’s dark eyes locked onto mine, intense and unyielding. His gaze was like a physical touch, so tangible that my inner muscles clenched, needing to be filled all over again.

He shifted over me, his breath warm against my skin. I could smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something deeper, more primal. It was his desire for me. His daughter.

We knew this was wrong, but neither one of us could stop it. We didn’t want to. And as I stared at him, my stomach tightened, a coil of something I could never name winding tighter in me.

He kissed me slowly and then leaned back. In a matter of seconds, my father was tearing away at his clothes until he stood at the edge of the bed totally nude. His body was big and hard, all raw muscles despite being twenty-five years older than my twenty.

Daddy grabbed his huge, hard cock and stroked himself from root to tip, pushing out beads of pre-cum until the sticky strands dripped off the crown and onto the bedspread.

“You want this?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly as he pointed his cock toward me while still jerking off. “You want Daddy to shove this big, fat dick in that tiny pussy of yours?”

Shivers raced down my spine. He may have made it sound like a question—but it wasn’t one. Not really. He liked playing with me, teasing me.

“I want Daddy’s cock. In my mouth. Deep in my pussy,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I want you to… to cum in me.”

A slow, predatory smile spread across his face, and I felt a thrill of both fear and excitement. He kneeled on the bed, but before I could anticipate what he was doing, my father gripped my hips and flipped me over. He lifted my lower half up off the bed, my ass popped up, and shoved my thighs open, my pussy lips parting obscenely.

“You’ll get all of that, sweet girl. But first, Daddy is going to spank this perfect ass and pussy until they are swollen and pink. Then I’ll force my cock in you and make you take every ounce of my cum.”

I looked over my shoulder, but as soon as our gazes locked, my father brought a heavy hand down on my left ass cheek. The sting was instant, the blood rushing just below the surface. I gasped and bit my lip, my eyes closing on their own as I absorbed the feeling.

It hurt… but so good.

He spanked me repeatedly, my left cheek then my right, until my ass felt bruised, my skin far too sensitive for even the air. “Look at this perfect, tiny ass. Getting all red from Daddy’s hands.” He smacked me again, and I moaned. “Let’s get this cunt looking the same way, sweetheart.”

The moans and groans that came from both of us were lewd and loud as he shifted his hand and started spanking me between my legs. My pussy lips tingled, my clit throbbed in time with my heart beat.

Only when he deemed himself done erotically torturing me did my father flip me back over, shift his weight, and position himself between my legs. I was boneless, my pussy and ass so tender that even the soft sheets felt a little like torture. But I loved it.

I felt the heat of him, the sheer size of him surrounding me. And when he moved closer, placing a hand on my inner thighs to keep me spread open for him, I held my breath.

Daddy notched the thick crown at my pussy hole, stared into my eyes for a moment, and then thrust into me. The first inch of him slid in with a wetschlick, the sound obscene and delicious. I gasped, my back arching off the bed, my tits shaking from my movement..

He pushed in deeper, stretching me in ways only he could. He shoved the rest of his cock in my body, and when his hips met mine with a sharpslap, I cried out. The sensation was overwhelming.

Instinctively, I reached for him, curing my nails into his biceps so hard I knew I had to be hurting him.

“That’s it,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he held me down. “Take it. Take all of me.”

He pumped, his cock sliding in and out of me with a relentless rhythm. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure through my body, and my pussy clenched around him as if trying to pull him deeper.

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