Chapter 110

It's hard, the stress on my back painful, but the pleasure is so intense I'm willing to look past the pain to truly fall headlong into the sexual abyss. I grip the sheets, pulling my ass away from daddy, who responds by gently bringing me right back to his waiting mouth. “Oh god, daddy. It feels so good.”

“You ready to come, babygirl?”

I look down at him, meet his eyes, and nod enthusiastically. Daddy's hands circle my thighs, pulling me into him, holding me in place as his fingers dig into my flesh.

And his mouth falls back onto me, this time making a beeline for my engorged bump. He gives it a few more kisses to get it into the mood, and then sucks it between his lips, drawing on it like a vacuum, alternating his motions. He pulls it in, then releases it slightly, before drawing it in again, repeating this over and over, massaging my clit masterfully, moving it in a wavelike motion. It seems to bob in a sea of my juices, shifting upward and then downward, rising up and then sinking in.

“Yes, daddy, yes! Keep going, keep going!”

It takes only a dozen sucking motions to build a tsunami of intense pressure just above my pussy, stacking waves from the turbulent seas below, rocking my boat violently, threatening to capsize me.

“Oh god!” I scream, contradicting myself through a foggy mind, “No, daddy, no!”

The waves send me over, kinetic energy discharging through daddy's mouth, rippling outward and convulsing every muscle it passes through. I shake and spasm, the twitching of my atrophied muscles leading to cramping and exhaustion, a workout they haven't felt in a long time.

But what a goddamn workout! I've never been so happy to have been brought low by physical exertion. It brings tears to my eyes as my body dies down and the energy dissipates through my limbs. I sputter a few times, the sizzling heat escaping my mouth.

Daddy crawls up to me. “Are you okay?”

I nod, unwilling to speak as I pull him over to me. Tasting myself on him isn't so bad, but all I desire is daddy's warmth on me. I kiss him for a good while, enjoying my comfort with him until I'm sure my body's ready to go.

Daddy might think we're done, but I know we're not. I'll fight through all the discomfort that comes at me to ensure daddy comes out of my room a happy man.

I push daddy's shoulder so he falls onto his back—although, I'll admit, he laid back rather than succumbed to my feeble push. I climb on top of him, straddling his hips with mine.

“Be careful, babygirl,” he warns.

“I will, daddy.” I fumble with the buttons of his shirt, pulling apart each one in slow succession. Daddy watches with admiration, not once lifting a finger to help. The man has all the patience in the world when it comes to me.

I grab my own corset from the bottom hem, pulling it up. My motion, though, is so restricted and my muscles so exhausted, I can't get it much further than my belly button.

In frustration, I drop it. “Daddy, can you help me, please?”

“Sure. Arms up, babycakes.”

I lift my arms and daddy slides the lingerie over my head. Now in just my lace stockings, I lean forward into daddy, steadying myself with my

hands on his chest. Pushing backwards, I grind on his cock through his pants, using all my strength to press down on him firmly.

I feel clumsy, like a child trying to figure out her first steps.

The more I try, the more I want to stop. “I'm sorry, daddy.”

But daddy only smiles, “It's okay, babycakes, take it slow. We have all day.” His hands go to my tits, lightly caressing them, molding the flesh, pinching the nipples and bringing them to attention. It's something so silly I have to laugh to myself. He plays with my breasts like he's comforting me, like they're a switch that calms me.

And the funniest thing is he's right! It's a confirmation that I shouldn't feel stupid for how hard I try because the man in front of me would never judge me in a million years.

It only gives me all the determination I need to continue pleasing my daddy.

I scoot backwards, giving myself ample room to slowly maneuver his pants from him. I pull at the button—a task I'm getting better and better at just today!—unzip him, and work my butt off to remove his pants one leg at a time.

“Good girl. You're doing a great job.”

“Thank you, daddy.”

When I pull down his boxers, the shock in my eyes makes daddy laugh. His cock is so thick! It's a hunk of meat like nothing I've ever seen. He's semi-erect, and in my delight, when my fingers circle around it, it bulges, hardening to the touch.

I lift it up and without thinking, a lust overcomes me, and I place the rod in my mouth. The groan from daddy is the most delicious part, my tongue flattening against the bottom of his shaft. I move carefully, taking daddy in a little at a time, savoring every morsel as I adjust my mouth to accommodate him.

When I feel comfortable enough, I dip into him, pushing his pole down my throat.

“Oh shit.” Daddy's mouth slackens as he groans to the ceiling.

Nothing makes me happier than to hear daddy's ecstasy at my touch. I push down on him, sucking in his entire cock, letting it rest in my mouth as I fight my gag reflex. I'm able to constrain it, instead heavily salivating.

When I pull up a little, a film of saliva coats him all over.

I pull off him, speaking through ragged breaths, “Do you like when I suck on your cock, daddy?”

“I love it. Your mouth is so warm and wet.”

I stroke his cock, spreading the warmth over the entire shaft. The greasy spit allows me to pull on his foreskin easily, dragging the flesh up and down as I beat daddy off.

“Do you...” I swallow, anxiety welling up, “want to put it inside my pussy, daddy? You said you like when it's warm and wet.”

“Come here, babycakes.”

I crawl over him, straddling his waist. He pulls my chest close to his, planting a tiny kiss on my forehead.

“Is that what you want? I don't want you to feel pressured.”

I nod. “Yes, daddy. More than anything.”

“Okay.”

I shift backwards until my ass is just over his hips. Daddy holds his cock for me, and as I gradually lower myself, the tip of his cock presses against my slit. I moan instantly, the sensitivity of my flesh still apparent. But I push through, letting daddy's huge cock break through my barrier.

I bite my lip to stifle a grunt as daddy's bulbous head splits me open. I haltingly accept daddy's offering, swallowing his cock up until I'm sitting straight down on daddy's lap.

I hold my breath, bracing myself against the pressure of him inside me. I push up with my hands and knees, lifting my cunt off his dick. I get up about halfway before falling back down on him, puncturing me with his thickness.

Just that little penetration feels fucking amazing!

But it's not what I want. I want to be able to pick myself up and slam myself down. I want to feel the power of daddy's cock pounding into me!

I can do better.

I lift myself up, getting three quarters of the way before the weakness in my arms takes over and forces me to fall.

I pick myself again, and this time, with the help of steadier knees, I nearly pull off daddy's cock, reaching the tip of his dick before slamming

my body weight back down on him.

With a gleeful yip, proud of myself, I muster the strength to do it again. Each lift off becomes easier, and each drop down more pleasurable, fed by a longer entryway and the determination to succeed.

“You got this, babygirl. Keep going. Ride daddy's dick.”

I push down hard, grinding his dick as it drags along my walls. Using short hops, I jump up slightly in order to fire by ass back into daddy, using.my weight like a thrust. I change up short hops with grinding, mixing the joy of penetration with the pressure of daddy's thickness.

“That feels good,” he says, his head leaning back as his hands grip my thighs. “Make daddy come. Come on, you can do it.”

“Come on, daddy,” I moan, enthusiastically grinding into him. “Come for you daughter. Come in my pussy.”

I ride daddy, my core burning as I undulate my lower back, gripping daddy's cock and maneuvering it inside me. With my last reserves of energy,

I push up and down, slamming my pussy into daddy, fucking me with his cock.

I can see the buildup in his face, which drives me on. I pick up rapidly, sucking his cock in, grinding forward, lifting up, slamming down, sucking him in, grinding forward, continuously, fighting every fiber in my body that wants to quit on me.

You can't quit on me yet, body.

I won't let you.

This is for daddy.

I moan in harmony with my thrusts, digging my nails into his chest, calling out daddy over and over, using everything in my power to turn him on.

“Come in me, daddy. Come in your baby. Get her pregnant. Put a baby in me.”

“I want you, daddy. Fuck me with your huge cock. Fill my pussy up.” “Oh yeah, daddy. You're so good to me. I'm yours. Do whatever you want to me. You own this pussy.”

My last batch of words and energy sends him over. His fingers dig into my hips, holding onto me for dear life as his orgasm flows from him. He groans, his cock pulses, and the first shot of cum decorates my insides, heating me to the core. I grind into him, trying my best to draw every ounce from him, to mix his seed far into my cunt. He blasts his load, each throb of

his cock felt through my engorged walls. Hot semen floods into me, capping off the most intense workout I've ever had.

I fall into daddy, enjoying his chest as his heart beats rapidly and his body's twitches evaporate. With the utmost care, daddy holds onto me as he turns us over, setting me softly down on the bed.

I breathe a sigh of relief as my muscles get the chance to relax. “Hold on, babygirl. Just lay back and daddy will clean you up.” He gets

up, leaves, and returns with a towel. He rubs from forehead to legs, collecting the sweat that's been soaking my skin. When he's got most of it, he lifts my legs up and cleans the cum from my pussy, back to front, wiping me down like he's changing a diaper.

I groan as the clothe rubs against me, but I also sigh as the remnants of daddy's seed is wiped away from me. The warmth flushing from my body is the most dispiriting thing I've felt in a while. But I won't fret. I know daddy's still here with me, and I know feeling down like this comes and goes. If anything, daddy's going to be with me for a long, long time, and I'll have a lot of opportunities to master the feelings of despondence after daddy cleans his cum from me.

But until then...

“All right, babycakes. We have work to do. You need to get dressed, and then we're going to take a walk to the corner market, pick up some things, and then make the trek back home.”

“Aww, daddy, do I have to?”

“You think just because you got fucked by daddy, and got a little bit more exercise than usual, that you can just skip your daily workout? Nuh uh, missy, not on my watch. Butt out of bed, we got a day ahead of us.” Daddy the slave driver will always ensure I do what I need to lead a good life, even if the world is going to put up a fight against me. At least I know I'll always have daddy by my side for support.

And I hope there are many more days like this ahead of us yet.