chapter 4

My eyes desperately followed him. Daddy was really going to make me confess. Why had I gotten this

stupid tattoo in the first place! "Daddy don’t leave. Don’t leave, just wait. I’ll tell. I’ll tell you what the tattoo says” I conceded. “Well, what does it say?” he asked one more time as he brushed a stray strand of hair away from my eyes. It was one thing to show my daddy my pussy but now he was going to go even deeper than I thought anyone would ever go. “Daddy’s Pussy. The tattoo says Daddy’s Pussy” I confessed. The secret was gone and it felt like my body was suddenly filled with helium and that I would float away. Now there was nothing to do but wait for his reaction. His eyes went cold and the contours of his usually smiling mouth looked strange and stern. “Daddy’s Pussy?” he asked slowly. Did he hate me? Was he mad? Would he say that I had betrayed my mother by having designs on her husband? Would he blame me for the situation we were in? I could feel myself filling with molten lead. I could still leave. I could get off this couch right now and try to pretend this had never happened. I could leave right now and go. Just go. Fuck him! Fuck em’ all! I could move out that night sell the car and just…” I thought to myself. And then, my mind went sharp as I slowly became impaled on daddy’s big fuck stick. Whatever daddy thought of my confession had obviously not changed his mind. “ Baby, I am going to be real gentle with you I promise. Daddy loves you. Tell me if I am going too fast, ok?” he said as his big dick gradually filled me.

“I love you too daddy “I said through clenched teeth as daddy began my pussy training. “Good girl, take daddy’s cock like a big girl” he said knowing that he was hurting me but in the best way possible. I resisted the urge to close my eyes to block out the pain. I needed to look into those eyes of his as he did his daddy’s duty. Nothing had been so deep inside of me before. The dull ache of pussy muscles being stretched and pulled was delicious and I knew that daddy was succeeding at breaking in his girl. Pain and pleasure merged into something totally new with each skilled thrust.

“Good girl, daddy’s going to make you a woman” he grunted.

"Oh yeah fuck me daddy!” I begged. He buried himself to the hilt and froze. Our mouths found the other and our tongues danced as we sucked each other in. Daddy’s khakis joined my own clothes on in a puddle of fabric on the floor. I was rocking my hips now and matching my daddy’s thrusts. “Oh shit that’s amazing thank you daddy” I wheezed. His speed increased as if testing to see how well his slutty girl was coming along in her pussy training. I didn’t stand a chance against his mammoth cock and another climax raged through me. It was my first big dick orgasm ever and it was all daddy’s fault. Daddy slowly withdrew his meat from my fat, drenched cunt as I convulsed and shivered back into something resembling equilibrium. Daddy tore off his shirts. His chest was dappled with perspiration but I could tell he was not nearly finished with me. “What do you want honey? What can daddy do for his pretty little girl?” he asked staring into my eyes. I couldn’t believe it. Daddy had just given me two rocking orgasms and he was still asking me what he could do to make the evening even more amazing. He deserved to have at least one gushing orgasm like I had.

“Daddy, I never thought sex could be so fantastic and amazing and wonderful, but there is one thing you can do for me. But it’s very naughty” I said and bit my lip gauging daddy’s response. “Anything sweetie, what do you need?” he asked leaning in closer. I fondled his anatomy and for the first time got a good look at his balls. Oh my God they looked like fucking plums. I bet he was ready to explode. It occurred to me that up to this point I had only fucked boys and daddy was the first real man I had ever been with. “Daddy, will you get me pregnant?” I asked, my fingers dancing over his heavy sack.

“Oh honey, you didn’t really think I was going to let you leave this room without a baby in that beautiful belly of yours did you?” he responded. I couldn’t help but grin at the fact that he and I shared the same fantasy. I am sure daddy knew as well as I did that he would not be getting me pregnant due to the fact that I had been on the pill for the last three and a half years. But that would not stop us from indulging in our mutual fantasy. It was not sure that I even wanted kids, certainly not now but that did not seem to diminish the flagrantly wrong possibilities that ran through my imagination. How many times had I fantasized about daddy marking his territory on my body by making my belly bulge and my tits swell? The visual proof of our debauchery displayed for all to see. I wondered what it would be like to explain to family and friends that daddy had decided that I did not need to go to college after all but would stay home and make adorable babies with him. Oh to be a breeding whore. Of course when people asked I would have to confess that I had just been too horny to say no when daddy had ordered me to pull my pants down and bend over because he had decided to mate with me.

“Amy, get into position” he ordered and I knew exactly what he meant. I turned over and put myself face down on the couch, resting on my forearms while I stuck my ass into the air so that I resembled a barn yard animal getting ready to be mounted from the rear. Daddy moved behind me and readied himself to do his man’s duty. He slapped his big horse cock against the underside of my wet splayed pussy. “Oh baby you look like such a whore right now” said daddy.

“But I am your whore” I said. “Fuck, fuck, fuck oh fuck!” I screamed as daddy quickly retook my pussy.

Daddy tossed my ass around like it was nothing. Long punishing thrusts pummeled me from inside out and I was loving it more than I had thought it possible to love anything. “Oh fuck daddy!” I wailed.

“You are going to be a good girl and take all of daddy’s spunk understood?” he said from behind me.

“Yes daddy , yes daddy” I said between quick sharp breaths. I was still coming to terms with the awesome feeling of my little pussy overflowing with cock.

“Oh shit daddy, knock up your slutty girl!” I screamed. Daddy’s long fingers entwined themselves in my blonde tresses and he pulled my head back and my eyes streamed hot salty tears. His cock pace quickened and I quaked under raunchy euphoria. His heavy plum balls knocked into my upturned cunt over and over again. He was going to ride this pussy home. Daddy was a fucking machine that night. “Oh keep going…keep going daddy” I called back as his quick even thrusts threatened me with a new orgasm. “Oh faster daddy, shoot that baby batter inside me”. I could hear daddy’s breathing go from being even to strained and quick. “You are such a good little slut Amy. Cum for daddy. C’mon baby cum for daddy” he said pulling my hair backwards like reins on a horse.

“Yes sir, yes daddy” I said eager to obey.

As if on command, waves of orgasmic white hot pleasure pummeled me senseless. Amidst my head spinning ecstasy I could feel daddy’s cock inside me beginning to twitch. “That’s it…that’s it daddy… show me what you got” I challenged. The idea of my little pussy bringing my daddy to orgasm was seismic. And then I felt it. Jets of hot cream flooded my fat, greedy pussy. The inundation was complete and a strange exuberance came over me at the feeling of having just been officially claimed by daddy. For a long time we stayed stationary as he let his long, gnarled animal like penis finish its job of inseminating me. I did my job and arched my back further up to allow more of his cum to get into my womb, mostly out of a sign of respect and gratitude more than anything else. It was easy for me to imagine that his cock was still releasing into me, coating my insides one more time with his vitality to make sure I was properly bred like a good daddy's girl. At that moment my whole being wanted to tell the world how proud I was of my daddy's big cock and how I had taken his load.