It’s All Yours Daddy…

He pulled his finger out, spread me open with both thumbs, and put his mouth on my pussy.

My brain short-circuited.

All the air rushed from my lungs as his tongue dragged through my folds in broad and firm strokes, collecting every drop of my arousal.

He circled my clit with the tip, then sucked it between his lips and flicked it hard. I cried out, closing my thighs around his head.

I realized why he had tied my hands now: because I didn’t know if I wanted to hold him closer or push him away.

A scream was trapped in my chest, my body was aflame and nothing was important but my father’s mouth, his expert tongue, his overwhelming power over me.

He pried my thighs apart and kept going. Licking deeper, pushing his tongue inside me, fucking me with it while his nose rubbed my clit, taking big sniffs.

He groaned into my cunt like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

The sounds wet, slurping, hungry.

“Fuck, you taste sweet,” he growled against me. “My little pretend wife’s pussy… dripping for Daddy.”

He sealed his mouth over my clit and sucked in hard, rhythmic pulses while two thick fingers pushed inside me and curled.

My wrists jerked against the belt. My back arched.

Every nerve in my body lit up and focused on the wet heat of his mouth.

On his thick fingers pumping in and out of my virgin hole.

On the pressure building low in my stomach, my spine, warping my mind. Building and building until there was nothing but pleasure…and ecstasy.

I came so hard the world went white.

The orgasm exploded outward from my cunt in brutal, crashing waves.

My whole body seized and thrashed violently.

I heard my scream, but it sounded so distant, like it came from someone else.

A gush of wetness sprayed out of me, soaking his mouth and chin and the sheets beneath us.

I shuddered as the waves kept coming, with me too helpless to stop squirting in messy pulses. But it wasn’t enough to stop Daddy.

He continued licking me through it like a man possessed.

When the last tremor finally faded, I was lost.

My breaths came in hard pants, I was still trembling, my vision spotted with crackling white.

Daddy stood with a devilish smile, licking his lips. “You’re ready.”

He pushed his sweatpants all the way off, climbed onto the bed, grabbed the belt binding my wrists, and dragged me closer like I weighed nothing.

His cock was glistening at the tip, throbbing with need.

“Do what Mommy does,” he ordered. “Come ride me.”

He unbuckled the belt, flipped my arms forward, and refastened it in front of me so I could use my hands for balance. Then he lay back against the pillows, cock standing thick and heavy against his stomach.

I hesitated.

It looked impossible.

So much thicker than his fingers.

The head alone looked like it would split me in half.

“I… Daddy, it’s so big—”

“I know, baby.” His voice was rough but steady. Hands settling on my hips, guiding me over him. “Go slow. You’re doing so fucking good for me. Just sit down on Daddy’s cock. Let it stretch that tight little virgin pussy open.”

I reached down, wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft, and lined the swollen head up with my entrance.

“That’s it… Such a good girl. Daddy’s good girl.”

The praise in his voice and the heat of him against my soaked pussy lips made me whimper.

I started sinking down slowly, biting back a hiss at the immediate pressure.

The fat head stretched me wider than anything ever had.

I bit my lip hard and pushed lower.

A sharp burn bloomed as he popped inside me—my hymen giving way with a wet sting.

I gasped as the intense feeling and tears pricked my eyes.

I was doing it.

I was finally taking my father’s cock.

I was disvirgining myself on the same thick dick that fucked Mom every night.

I was so happy, I could cry—or die. I didn’t know which. All I knew was, I’m fucking my Daddy. I’m his now.

I sank lower, inch by thick inch, until my ass rested against his thighs and every last bit of him was buried in my cunt.

I rested my palms on his chest to catch my breath.

The fullness was overwhelming.

I could feel him pulsing against my walls. Too deep. Too much. Too Perfect.

Daddy’s hands tightened on my hips. A low, guttural groan rumbled out of him.

“Fuck… Beth. Jesus Christ. So tight—”

“You’re too big—”

I tested rocking my hips once and he grunted louder. “Fuck me.”

Yes. That was the plan.

Slowly, like I was fragile glass that would shatter all over him, I started to move. I’d watched enough p**n to know how to ride dick, to know the many letters I could spell with my hips.

I rocked with a lot more confidence now, lifting up until only the head remained inside, then sinking back down with a wet, filthy sound.

The burn faded into pure, molten pleasure. Every downward stroke dragged against something sensitive inside me.

I planted my bound hands firmly on his chest and rode him harder, tits bouncing, the belt digging into my wrists with every motion.

“Daddy,” I moaned, voice broken and slutty. “Daddy—your cock feels so good inside me—fuck—”

“You feel good, baby.” He thrust up to meet me, grunting every time I bottomed out. The wet slap of my ass against his thighs filled the room. He watched me with dark, hungry eyes, one hand sliding up to squeeze my breast, thumb rubbing my nipple.

“Ride Daddy’s cock. Use that tight little cunt. Fuck—just like that. You’re doing so fucking well…so fucking well.”

I bounced harder, chasing the coiling heat in my belly. My clit rubbed against his pelvis with every grind. The stretch, the depth, the knowledge that it was my own father’s cock rearranging my insides—it pushed me higher and higher.

“Don’t stop,” he grunted. “Oh fuck—don’t stop.”

I wasn’t capable of stopping.

I couldn’t even think.

Fucking myself on him was the only thing chanting in my head.

I rode his dick while my thighs burned, while my wrecked voice moaned like a whore.

Every thrust punched another “Daddy” out of me.

Every time I clenched around him he cursed and gripped my ass harder, spreading me open so he could watch his thick cock disappear inside his daughter’s freshly disvirgined cunt.

“I think I’m going to come, Daddy. I feel so good.”

“Let me make you feel better.”

I was on my back in mere seconds, the wind knocked out of me, his dick still swallowed in my pussy.

He towered over me, wrapped my thighs around his waist and drove into me with a vicious stroke that made the bedframe slam against the wall.

I slipped my bound arms around his neck and took it—took every deep, punishing stroke, took every bruising grip of his fingers, took every growl he dropped on my nipples.

I was his good Mommy.

I was his wife for tonight, I had no choice as he fucked me like he was trying to brand himself into my body.

I came again with a broken cry, fireworks bursting behind my eyes, my pussy clamping down around him in hard, rhythmic pulses.

He groaned loud beneath me, hips snapping up, fucking me through it.

He found the soft spot in my neck and sank his teeth and my scream I released seemed to push him over the edge.

He came with a guttural snarl, burying himself to the hilt and flooding my pussy with hot, thick cum.

Pulse after pulse.

Spurt after spurt.

He marked me.

Claimed me.

Ruined me.

We stayed locked together, panting and sweating for a long time before Daddy lifted his head.

When I locked eyes with him, a thrill shot through me.

The darkness was still there.

Open. hungry. Insatiable.

“Daddy?”

The devilish smile appeared again.

His cock hardening back to life. “The lesson isn’t over, Princess.”