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“Daddy, I’m yours!” “Again.” “I’m yours!” His other hand slaps my ass hard, the sound echoing in the room. “Louder.” “I’M YOURS!” I scream, my body trembling, my orgasm building again, stronger this time, more intense. “That’s right,” he snarls, his cock swelling inside me. “And you’re going to take Daddy’s cum like a good little slut, aren’t you?” “Yes!” I cry, my body clenching around him. “Please, Daddy, please!”

“Tell your daddy what I want to hear, and I’ll give it all to you.” I opened my eyes then, not realizing I’d closed them for how intensely I felt. I could do this. I could say the words. “I want you to lick my pussy, Daddy. Eat it like you’re starving.” I stared at him as he looked up at me from between my thighs. “Make me come with your lips and tongue.” I dragged my tongue over my lips, and he groaned, watching me do the act.

It came out garbled and wet. “Please what?” I didn’t know. I just knew my body wanted me to beg, to—“Wreck my mouth, Daddy,” I blurted out. “Use me—make me take it—” He cursed under his breath and slammed in deeper. I gagged hard, throat convulsing, and he held me there while I struggled, drooling all over his balls. “That’s my girl. That’s Daddy’s good little mommy. Fucking take it.” He didn’t last much longer after that.

"Ahh, girl. Ones that could affect your whole life." "That's why you have to make them with me." I lock my mouth with his, keeping us hovering on the brink of a kiss. Then I reach down and undo his jeans, lowering the zipper slowly, determination simmering inside me. "You won't let us make decisions that will hurt me. Or my feelings. I don't know how I know this, but I do. You're...you're my..." "I'm your Daddy," he breathes against my mouth, his muscles expanding and hardening underneath me. "Ain't I, little girl?"

And you’re going to call me Daddy for real while I finally give you what you’ve been begging for on camera. My fingers froze on the keyboard. I should type “no.” I should type “this is insane.” I should block him and burn my hard drive. Instead my traitorous hands typed back: Me: Yes, Daddy. The second I hit send, another $1,000 tip hit my account with a single line: DaddyD: Good girl. Now finish that show for me. Come on that pillow thinking about how I’m going to stretch you open the second I get home. I did exactly what he told me.

He says. "Fuck father figure and fuck my best friend!" I swear as I bite my quivering lips and try not to appear hurt by his words, so I reach to his waist and in one tug pull down his shorts. If he won't take it the soft way, then I'll do it my way. "You will have to fuck me to make me obey you, daddy", I say as my hand strokes his length. "Stella!" His tone is sharp but his resolution sinks for a moment.

“Michael was here first.” She made a grumbly discontented sound and tried to get up again. “No.” Edwardo was firm. “You can go lay in the other beanbag.” She whined pathetically, looking between Michael and Edwardo, putting one paw on the beanbag, trying to make a very solid case for why she needed to cuddle with them too. “Aww…” Michael cooed, finding it adorable. He really did kinda want Edwardo for himself right now though so he made her his own offer. “If you let me cuddle your daddy all by myself for a while, I promise I’ll cuddle with you later, okay?”

These assholes don’t have the right to say anything to me. “Hey, it’s Daddy!” laughs Kye. “You gonna let him put it in your ass tonight?” “Yes,” I hiss, all the rage I feel coming to the surface. “I am.” I pout, batting my eyelashes, and speak in a little girl voice. “I let my daddy fuck me all the time, because you know why, Kye?” I straighten my shoulders and look him dead on. “Because he makes me come so hard, with his big, man’s dick, and I can’t get enough of it. He’s not some little boy who doesn’t know what he’s doing. He doesn’t have to fumble in basements or apologize to parents when he gets caught with his dick out. He’s a man. And he’s amazing.”

Standing firm and unmovable, I held her arms tightly, making every attempt she made to move futile. “You really are a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” I mocked before I continued. “But don’t try to tame me or you might regret it,” I added, and she began to sob. I was surprised by her sudden change of emotion. Does she want to make me feel guilty or what? "Please, Daddy, please let me go," Stephanie pleaded, the word unexpectedly sending a strange sensation through me. She had never called me "Daddy" before, and hearing it from her somewhat turned me on and made my dick stand out at full attention, painfully straining my pants.

“But you can just be daddy’s bad girl, only for daddy. Only to seek our desires, our fantasies, to moan for me, to cum on my face and to make me hard.” “Can you do that for me?” “Yes, daddy!”