2 - Fiona
How did I wind up on Daddy's bed, my legs spread wide for him, his "almost too big, but, oh, I need it so bad" cock inside me? That's a really great question! I don't even know where to start, so can we skip that part for now?
The thing is that ever since he let me move in with him, and ever since my best friend Emily, who just so happens to be Daddy's sister, went away to college, well...
Daddy gets really stressed sometimes from work. Also, I try so hard to be a good girl, but sometimes I end up teasing him a lot? It's not my fault, I swear! Um, no, it is my fault, and I'm so so sorry, Daddy, but I can make it better? If you need to punish me, I understand. I'll try not to do it again.
And if you need to unwind after work and let go of some of your stress, why don't you let go of it inside me?
Please, Daddy...
I want your cum so bad... I want to feel it deep in my tight pussy and I want you to know how much I want it and how much it means to me...
So that's how that happened. That's how that kind of thing always happens, right? I don't know. I've only ever done this with Daddy, so I couldn't tell you, but I'm going to assume that this is how it happens for everyone. I sure hope so, at least. It's basically amazing.
Anyways, then Emily calls, and I sort of have to answer her because she keeps calling. I try to ignore it at first, and Daddy does, too. Except Emily calls again. And once more. Another time.
Daddy winces as the phone keeps ringing, and I don't want Daddy to be worried or stressed out. That's why we're doing this, so he can relax and release and give me his cum. He slows down from pounding away at my puffy little pussy--which is puffy all because of him, by the way. Thank you, Daddy!--and glances at my phone sitting on his bedside table.
"It probably won't take long," I tell him. "I can talk to her quick and tell her I'll call her back?"
This makes plenty of sense right now, because we've stopped for a second to talk about it, but I'm not going to lie, it's, um... sort of hard to put two and two together when I have Daddy's cock inside me. I'm not really thinking clearly at the moment. My mind is about to cum to a lot of cumclusions and I probably shouldn't try to cum up with ideas that don't involve what we've cum here to do.
Daddy doesn't say anything, just grunts and nods at me. It's sexier than I should probably admit, especially considering I have my phone in my hand and I'm about to answer a call from his sister. And my best friend. And...
"Hi!" I say, louder than I mean to. And then I let out a sharp squeak as Daddy thrusts his cock deep inside me. My eyes roll into the back of my head and I completely forget what I was just doing. Phone huh what?
"Fifi!" Emily says, giddy. And then a pause. "Are you alright? What's going on?"
"Oh, you know," I say. "The usual. Stuff. Things. Stuff and things."
I accidentally say the last part so it sounds exactly like "stuffing things" which is eerily accurate, but...
Act casual, Fiona! Try to pretend that Daddy's cock isn't deep inside you at this very moment. How do I even do that? He's not being as rough or as hard as before, but in a lot of ways that's even worse. I can feel every throbbing inch of him as he slides deep inside my overworked pussy. Daddy teased me relentlessly today, which is part of why I teased him back, and even when we ended up in his bed together he kept teasing and teasing. I need to cum around his cock just as much as I need him to cum inside me.
And I also sort of need to talk to Emily since I'm on the phone with her right now, so...
"Is something going on?" Emily asks, worry painted in her voice. "Where's Grey? He didn't leave you home alone, did he? I know you hate that."
"He's... Daddy's... right there..." I say, right as he hits the spot deep inside me that I love so much. What am I...? Oh, right. "Here! I meant he's right here! It's so much, though. So full. His hands, I mean! Um..."
His hands are kind of full, so I don't think that's a lie? He's gripping my hips tight, pinning my waist to the bed as he grinds his cock into me. As soon as I say what I just said, he grins at me and keeps doing everything exactly the way he was. He lifts his hips up so that the base of his shaft teases against my clit, and he leans forward so he can keep up the momentum. I'm skewered on Daddy's cock, every single nerve in the center of my body sending out a rush of sensation to everywhere else in my body.
"I'm... I'm cumming..." I whimper as my world goes dark from ecstasy.
I can't see anymore, I don't even know what's going on. My body betrays me and I squeeze hard around Daddy's cock, clamping and clutching against him. Sparks burst forth behind my eyelids, a flash of light beneath my clenched shut eyes. A second later I feel Daddy giving me even more of what I needed. I really need a lot right now, too.
Yes, please, thank you, Daddy. I'll be your good girl forever. I just want you to feel good and I feel so good right now, also. I love your cum so much and I want it inside me all the time and...
I forget how long that goes on. I was talking to someone, right? Listless, I hold the phone in my hand, trying to remember what I was...
Oh shoot!
Emily.
"...Fiona?" she asks, clearly concerned. "Is--"
I cut her off, my mental clarity returning shortly after my ecstasy induced insanity. I... I plead the fifth! Can I do that? I don't know but I'm doing it.
"I'm coming to give Daddy the phone so you can talk to him!" I say, fast. It's the only thing that comes to my mind.
"You mean you're going to give it to him?" my best friend asks.
"Yup, um, sorry," I say, mumbling. "I meant I'm going to give it to him and he's coming to get it. He's just finishing up what he was doing, and... oh, look, he's done! Good job, Daddy!"
I mouth the words, "Thank you for cumming with me," and then I hand him the phone.
"Oh, uh, hey, Emily..." Grey says, slow.
I like how tired Daddy gets sometimes after he cums. Just a little sleepy, you know? He's always handsome, but when he's just a little bit tired I think he's extra handsome, especially because then we get to cuddle a lot. I love when Daddy lays on his side and he pulls me up close to him and we spoon together while the both of us are still naked and I can feel his cum sliding out of me.
I also like when Daddy doesn't get tired after and he wants to do it again. Both are fun. This is one of his sleepy times, though.
He gently pats my pussy to show me what a good girl I've been, and then he slowly pulls his cock out of me. Careful, he slides up the bed and lays down next to me. I put my arm over his chest and cuddle up close to him, watching Daddy talk to Emily.
I wish we could tell her. I don't want her to be mad at me. I think she'd understand, but I don't really know. Maybe she'd understand but she'd still be mad?
The thing is, Daddy is all Emily has. He's not her real father, he's her older brother, but their parents had an unfortunate accident and he kind of ended up having to take over as the head of the household. There's a lot more to it and Daddy explains it better than I can.
He's not my actual father, either. I don't even know who my real dad is. I've never known. Emily and I became friends in high school, and then I started coming over to her house after school a lot more, and one day I was teasing Grey so I asked Emily if I could call him Daddy, too, and...
I liked it? A lot? Mhm...
I still like it. I know Grey's not my real father and I don't want him to be. I want him to be my Daddy in a different way, though. It doesn't have to make sense to anyone else, it just has to make sense to me and him.
And hopefully Emily...