Chapter Twenty
Daddy went all out on me this time. He approached me with so much gusto in him that I thought a demon possessed him and he was about to break me in half. He grabbed me and slammed me on the bed, instantly knocking the wind out of me. As I lay there, trying to catch my breath, he got to work and began licking and digging his tongue deep into my pussy.
I moaned and spread my legs as wide as I could, allowing him to devour me as he wanted. I pressed down on his head, hoping he would lick in even further. “R-right there, daddy, please… lick me, ah f-fuck, ooh…”
He went to town on me and I could feel his warm tongue lather through the folds and inner walls of my womanhood. He sucked up all my juices and began to kiss my pussy lips as slow and romantically as he could. Fuck! It was driving me insane and I wanted so much more of it!
Then he started to insert his finger into my pussy and then he put in another. With his tongue and his two fingers working on me, spreading my pussy wide I began to moan as loudly as I could.
“F-fuck me, daddy, just like t-that! Ooh, p-please more, daddy, I want it. I want it. I want it, oh my f-fuck!”
Daddy did exactly as I asked and he began to lick around my clit as his fingers dug in and out of my pussy in a furious speed. He began to fuck my pussy with his fingers so fast I thought I was going to get some kind of burn but despite the rough play I was squirting my cum all over the bed.
That’s when I knew I was in trouble. I didn’t ask for permission to orgasm.
“Why, you little naughty bitch,” he said as he lifted his face from my pussy. “Who said you could cum?”
“No one, daddy.” I answered sheepishly. I felt even more aroused knowing I did something naughty. “P-punish me, daddy, please?”
That put a wicked smile on daddy’s face and he slid his fingers out of my pussy. Daddy got off the bed and stood by the side. He then dragged me so my head would hang from the edge of the bed. I opened my mouth and waited for him to “punish” me.
Of course, he did so without wasting a single moment. He slammed his cock deep into my throat, fucking my mouth and throat like just another hole. My throat muscles constricted, tightening around his cock every time I would gag and that just turned him on even more, making his thrusts all the more wilder and jerky.
“Mmf!” I moaned and mumbled as he plowed into me. One of his hands began to squeeze and massage one of my breasts as the other reached even further and he began to vigorously rub my clit. That sent shocks throughout my body and I began to spasm in pure ecstasy, causing my throat to tighten even more around his cock.
“Take it, slut!” he commanded me with a strong voice. “Take it for daddy!”
He told me to take it so I did. I began to feel another orgasm building in my guts and the pressure to release it began to take over. My pussy was constricting with each passing second and I knew I couldn’t hold it much longer. I began to kick wildly, hoping it would let him know I was about to cum.
“Kick all you want, slut,” daddy exclaimed. He let go of my breast and wrapped his fingers around my neck, choking me even more. Sure, this got us both horny but it also prevented me from telling him I was going to –
“Mmf!” I moaned out as I reached my orgasm. My cum squirted out and soaked the bed once more.
Without warning daddy then pulled his cock out of my mouth. I was starting to get delusional and high just from all this sex. I had slobbered all over his cock that his pre-cum and my drool covered my face. I looked like a whore who suffered through a rough bukkake session.
“D-daddy,” I weakly mumbled. I was getting dizzy, weak and on the verge of falling unconscious. I had hit my peak twice in less than twenty minutes. My body was shaking and I was so exhausted.
“You’re tired, slut?” he asked as he slapped my face and pushed me to the middle of the bed. He then pulled on the chain and adjusted me a little bit, making sure I could lay flat on the bed with my legs held high.
I nodded but smiled too and said, “Fuck me, daddy.”
“Much obliged,” he replied and hung my legs up over his shoulder and then thrust his cock straight into my tight, little pussy. In this position my pussy was tighter than usual and I could feel my walls squeezing his cock so much it was like I was a virgin all over again.
“Oh, f-fuck!” I exclaimed loudly as soon as I felt his thick meat break my pussy apart. It felt like my body was being torn by a giant stake. I could feel his cock slither into me, forcefully, and it was breaking my mind.
“F-fuck me, f-fuck me, fuck me daddy!” I repeated over and over as he began to plow into my sore little pussy, relentlessly and wildly.
Daddy wanted to fuck me like there was no tomorrow. He said so the very same day we had that little chit-chat following Matt’s funeral. I thought back then that meeting Matt’s dad would open new doors for me to discover but I never knew it would lead me to this moment… to being fucked like an animal and actually loving it.
He suddenly pulled out and for the first time he laid down on the bed, his back on the mattress. “Get on top,” he told me.
I never did this before but I did the best I could. I got on top of him, held his cock with my hands and guided him into my pussy as I descended down, letting his shaft slide into me. The feeling was like getting shot with a high dosage of drugs – it was literally blowing my mind away.
“Aah f-fuuuuck!” I cried out. I began to pump my body up and down, letting his cock slide in and out of me. It was becoming an addiction and I didn’t want to stop as soon as I found my rhythm.
“Turn around,” he then instructed me when I began to slow down due to exhaustion. “Stay on top but turn around.”
I did as he commanded and in this position I could rest my legs, which was a relief. When I began to pump myself on his cock once again, however, I quickly discovered that I was now experiencing yet another myriad of sensations in my pussy that was breaking my hold on reality.
Daddy then grabbed my waist and aided me in going up and down on his cock. He would raise me up and then slam me back down, ensuring his cock would shoot right in as deep as it could. Each time he did I would break a little and it didn’t take very long for me to once again cum. I could feel my fluids drip down my legs and onto his hips as I released and let out a long moan of pleasure.
Slap!
Daddy slapped me again, his hand smacking my ass as it went down one more time. I finished cumming and he gave me a plump squeeze with his hands.
“You’ve been cumming over and over again,” he told me. “You’re on fire, slut. That’s good but now it’s daddy’s turn to blow his load on you.”
“Y-yes daddy,” I answered and even then I wasn’t sure of what I said. My mind was slipping away at this point.
Daddy pushed me off of him and then removed the chain from my collar. He pushed me down to the floor and got me on all fours. I knew exactly what he wanted then and I pushed my face down to the floor and raised my ass up. It was this modified doggystlye position that really got daddy horny and ready to cum.
When he saw me, ready for his pounding, he grabbed me with his hands and slammed his cock right into me as he took position from behind.
“Aah!” I moaned and cried as soon as his cock penetrated my flesh. This time, however, daddy took no mercy and plowed into me with all his strength. For the first time I felt the entirety of his cock, as long and as thick as it was, push into my tiny body. It broke my mind and I lost all consciousness.
At that point, to be honest, everything became a daze. I had literally lost my mind and everything from that point became nothing but a blur. I knew I was still awake because there were snippets of his face looking down at me and I could always recall the sensation of pain and ecstasy blending together like a glass of champagne swirling in my body.
When we were done there was cum dripping from my pussy, my mouth and all over my body. I don’t know how many times daddy had spilled his seed but it must have been a lot because I was swimming in his fluids.
I felt high but on sex. I felt drunk but on cum. I felt beat but only because every inch of me was sore from so much fucking. More importantly, however, I felt pride in being a slut for my one and only daddy, the one man I knew would do anything to protect me.
This was the life I wanted. I was his and he was mine. There was no going back from this. I wouldn’t have it any other way.