My Lycan’s Toy

Laboriously, tight breaths pushed past my lips, and my eyes weren’t properly fixed on the door, my hands pushed effortlessly down my abdomen, crawling its way into my pussy which was damn needing.

“Ahhh,” my low voice touched out, and I barely rubbed my fingers across the lips of my wet folds.

I sat down naked in my room, my tits exposed to the cold harsh air hitting the base of my skin, and my eyes cloudily fantasizing about him. Fuck! I wanted his cock buried inside of me right now, and with that insane thought I pressed harder on my clit, hoping that it would ease the tension.

But it only got unbearable. I added more force, pushing my fingers in and out, that the little pleasure of fingering myself sparkled out. My breath turned raging with my chest pushing up and down.

“Daddy… Fuck me daddy… I know daddy wants my pussy…. Yeah daddy harder… Oh..” I moaned tightly, biting my bottom lips.

“So close.” I whispered, twirling my other hand on my breast, pinching and swirling my thumb against my dark buds. It was fucking sweet having pleasuring myself, but I wondered what it would actually feel, having daddy’s cock inside of me instead.

My eyes had immediately seized upward, and my hues widened with shock, snapping at the sight of my father figure who stood unwavering at the door. My heart skipped a beat that I swallowed harshly, having pushed the words out of my mouth.

“Daddy….” My eyes leaned on him, watching as his dark shadow loomed further inside my room, and he pushed the door closed from behind with my breath, which had halted.

My leg involuntarily squeezed themselves to together, and another pleasure weaved its way into my body. Maybe it was actually due to shock. What was he fucking doing here?

“Princess, were you fantasizing about me?” his raspy voice breaching out with deep huskiness that I hard to gulp again. His eyes had slowly peeled from my face, arching downwards to my body. He kept walking further, reducing the unwanted distance which I didn’t want.

I had temporarily lost my speech, and every minute my pussy was getting wetter until he finally closed up to me. What kind of possible explanation would I give? That I was fingering myself while thinking about him? Mum would definitely kill me.

I turned besieged with cold fear, and then I felt my release on my fingers, which coincidentally didn’t miss his eyes.

“Princess, daddy asked you a question.” He voiced out again, stealing my breath away.

I remained seated, naked to his prying eyes, and just when I thought that things were going to get worst, he husk having pleasure tangling in my skin, that my nipples instantly got hard.

“Spread your legs open, princess.” And roughly I found his eyes, which were locked on my fingers, which were still buried inside my thighs.

I trembling voiced. “I’m sorry, daddy please don’t tell mum.”

“Spread. Your. Legs. Open.” He hammered the words, trapping inside the room, that there was an undying lack of patience leaking in his voice.

His possessive utterance had gotten me shivered. That I didn’t know when my own legs turned obedient to what he said, parting slowly.

Spreading my legs wide open, I felt his poking eyes feasting on my womanhood, which had little juice leaking out.

And he did something which I would never had seen coming. He reached his fingers and touched me down there. My toes curled, and I immediately closed my legs together, trapping his fingers.

My legs quivered with wetness.

“D-daddy…” I had turned confused. What was he doing?

“There are some things which I can’t overlook, princess.” He pressed heavily on my pussy, that I didn’t know when I started slowly humping on his fingers, and it didn’t go unnoticed by him.

His tone dropped, that his other hands had gone moving upwards. To my tits, I was turning breathless with everything which his fingers, eyes and presence were doing to me. “You know you have a beautiful body, right?”

I found myself shaking my head at his question.

He smiled, “And the one thing which I can’t overlook is you lusting after me. I’m your father, and you’re my daughter, so what you are doing isn’t right.”

But he was also doing things which weren’t right too? I thought internally. He had his fingers touching me in places, and I had to admit I like it. I liked everything which he was doing to me, and I looked at his trousers. Having only tasted his dick only once, my mouth turned salivated.

“Do you want to take it?” He crouched down, and he maneuver to push his fingers out and I gasped out loud, feeling how empty I felt without his fingers.

Oh gosh! I pray no one comes in and interrupts us.

“Is daddy not mad at me?” I asked, because I couldn’t understand what actually was happening. Last night he shunned me away, giving me an ear full, but today he was funding with my body?

“Why would I be mad at you? You are only pleasuring yourself. What’s there to be mad about?”

I breathe, licking my lips, before I shyly sounded.

“Really?”

He hummed an approving sound, and with his fingers which kept teasing and squeezing my breast, it was hard for me to tell if he was lying or not. But I didn’t care. The man which I secretly wanted was in my room, touching my body and asking if I wanted to take his dick. It was a dream come true.

“Can I really take daddy’s dick?” I bit my lip, staring at him and he shook his head, having my heart rejoice greatly.

Before my eyes, he stood up, and he uncracked his belt, having his pants fall down, and my mouth watered at the sight of his almighty cock.

“Go on, take it, isn’t it what you wanted?” he coated me. His voice, actions, all these felt like he was tempting me.

I dragged my hands to touch it, and the feeling from that night which I had tasted him came back. It was warm, and huge too. I gave him a little rub, having his never ending eyes fixed on me.

“Put it in your mouth princess…” I heard him, and I smiled gracefully as he had given me his permission.

I had watched a hand full of p**n and I knew exactly what to do. I inched my head further, and I spat on the tip of his dick, lubricating it with my hands, and I roughly heard his voice drawing out. My two hands, holding him firmly while I pushed my hands up and down, the veins on his dick stretching out prominently.

I drew my head closer, and took his dick wholly in my mouth, that I almost gaggle on him. Fuck, he tasted so damn delicious.

“Yes princess, suck on the tip.” His hand remotely grabbed my head, and I moaned in between his sweet dick. Sucking and licking him…. My body melted on its own.

I brought his dick out of my mouth, pushing my breast to rub on it, and I barely gave a whisper. “Please cum on my breast, daddy.” I pressed my breast together, rubbing it on his length.

“Your wish is my command, princess.” And his cum spilled violently on my breast, and I picked up my pace, humping my breast on his cock madly.

I was still at the edge of my body being aroused, when his voice husked into my hearing. “That’s enough, princess.”

A downcast look then graced my face. I thought that maybe he didn’t like my breast on his cock and so I removed it, placing it back into my mouth.

His loud groan made more creamy juices leak from my legs.

Daddy’s voice tapped again. “I said that’s enough, princess. I think I might end up grinding my face on your pussy and make you cum multiple times.” Traces of lust ghosting his voice that I had halted my mouth movements.

Did I just hear him wrong? He wants to…. I would really love that. I didn’t know when my mouth had moved on its own to mutter. “I want daddy to fuck me.” Blinking at him expectantly.

Lusting after my daddy,

Here’s how it all started.

“Mum, are you out of your mind???” I fought the urgency not to yell, staring at my mother in awe. What she had said had taken me aback.

“Watch your mouth, young lady.” Her stern voice echoed in the large dining room, as she settled her gazes at me only to continue. “He will join us for dinner tomorrow and that final, I want you ready and seated here 8ocolck sharp.”

She had spared me a few cold glances before deciding to walk away, but I wasn’t done yet. The sound of my voice had gotten her feet halting.

“Is this really about you trying to move on after dad’s death? Or you are getting married to him for money?” I didn’t bother hiding the distaste hurling in my voice and eyes.

Automatically, she twirled her head to face me, and I hadn’t peeled off the emotionless façade weaving on my features.

She parted, and I knew that what I uttered had gotten annoyance and bitterness slipping into her face. “I don’t care what you think Elena, whether be it for money or love, what matters is that I can give you a proper future.”

The emotional voice of her’s clasped into my ears, and temporarily I had lost my speech. Maybe it was because I hadn’t anticipated for what she said.

She played ignorant to my dumbfounded expression and hurled out. “Diego is a good man, honey, and I know he will be a wonderful father to you.”

I chewed my tongue, watching a genuine smile lap on her face before she veered around walking away and I felt like tugging my hair. I didn’t fuck want a stepfather because no one would ever replace my dad’s place in my heart, and my mum was just being selfish to that part.

My dad had died four years ago and honestly speaking after his death things didn’t turn up too well, I and my mum never knew that he was part of a mafia organization. It was only three months after his death did some people come turning us out the house for reasons which I was too young to understand.

Living hadn’t been too good on us. We had to struggle to get back on our feet’s, but now we lived a moderate life which I was comfortable with.

And then suddenly out of nowhere my mum told me that she found a man which she was in love with and they both were getting married soon. It was too much for me to handle. I was fucking nineteen and didn’t need a father, and yet she was claiming at it was because of my future? I chuckled internally. I would never accept this marriage of hers, neither would I accept her newfound lover.

I got to my room, taking a warm bath. I felt my hands slowly inching to my thighs, touching my breast that it hadn’t to register to me why I was even doing this.

‘What I’m I doing?” I asked myself immediately, taking my hands off my body.

Arriving at the so called hottest club in town, I weaved my oceanic blue eyes on the dozens of people before finally spotting my friend Lisa, who was approaching my direction.

“Hey babe, you look absolutely stunning.” She teased, running her hands through the lengths of my hair. My eyes roamed carelessly through the club before poking my attention back at her.

“My mum is getting remarried, Lisa, and my head feels like it’s going to burst just at the thought of having a stepdad.” My breathing dragging out and I collapsed on the chair nearby.

Lisa was technically my best friend or perhaps the only friend I had since high school year. Her family was fucking rich, and she was spelt the perfect daughter.

I heard the shocking voice of her bursting through and she would have yelled out her lungs if we weren’t in a public place. “Your mum is getting married! That’s good news, babe. I’m so happy for you.”

Her reaction towards the whole marriage thing wasn’t something which I anticipated for and this time it was my own hues rolling in depressing stupefaction.

“Can you hear yourself, Lisa? What is fucking good about my mum getting a second husband? I don’t want her to get married Lisa. It’s going to totally ruin my life.” I sneered, my hands reaching to grab a glass of liquor.

Lisa’s eyes narrowed tightly at me, and her eyebrows arched to the question. “You don’t want her to marry? Why? If it’s something that will make her happy, then allow her to have her own share of happiness.”

And that was it. I couldn’t take any of it. Why did everyone make it seem like I was being unreasonable? My mum was the one responsible for my dad’s death, and now after his death she thinks that she can have the happiness of getting married while she had snatched mine. Definitely, there was no way I would be making this easy for her.

My anger had tipped to the top, and I suddenly lost my mood to party. “I don’t understand why you would call me out to party when you’re only going to lecture me. You’re my friend Lisa. You should take my side and not my mum’s.”

Hearing the sparkle of annoyance tangling in my tone, Lisa hurriedly apologized, knowing that she had fucked up my mood. “I’m sorry, bestie, it must be the alcohol’s doings. Tonight let’s do something fun instead huh, fuck your mum and the freak who she’s going to marry.”

I smiled, biting my lips. That’s more like the bestie I knew. Lisa continued, and she took the glass of liquor from my hand. “I want you in your sane state tonight Elena, no alcohols.”

“Why?”

“Because I have something nice planned out for you tonight. You’re going to love it. Elena's style.”

I should have felt wary towards the way Lisa sounded, but right now I wanted to do something which would drag my attention from thinking about my mum. Shaking my head with a bright smile, I questioned, already knowing that it was going to be exciting. “And what do you have planned tonight?”

“It’s a surprise bunny head.” She joked and I laugh through it not knowing that I would be soon getting myself entangled in deep shit.

*

The cold whipped harshly into my body, and I could feel the fears of the unknown crawling its way into my spine. I should have known that when Lisa meant fun, it was totally the opposite.

A blind fold was skillfully wrapped around my eyes and it only increased the impending fear that I must have made the wrong decision by listening to her. Currently, I didn’t know where I was and the whole place was completely silent.

I heard some voices which I couldn’t place my hearings on and I wished badly that I could remove the blindfold, but I was strictly instructed not to.

Unfortunately, my ears leaned heavily on the sharp clicking of footsteps which were being directed towards me and a hand had roughly yanked the cloth off my eyes.

Momentarily, my vision was blurry, and it took some couple of seconds before everything became clear and when it did, my jaw hung open in awe.

A dark pair of eyes lashed heavily on me and I was finding it difficult to breathe properly because the presence of the man stole my breath away.

“What are you looking at, slut? Get your cloth off your body and get to work. My dick needs some attention.”