Daddys Little Cupcake Ch 04 05

(Authors note: All characters in this story are over the age of eighteen.)

Chapter 4:

She doesn't want to go to sleep. She wants this day to never end. The whole world is a different place now. Daddy's different, Mommy's different, and most of all, she's different. Sex, real sex, is no longer a little girl fantasy. It's right here and now, and walking around in Daddy's shoes.

"He's a sex MACHINE!" she thinks to yourself.

In the shower she couldn't get him out of her mind. Carefully washing his cum out of her hair, washing her face, her pussy, her tits, her ass, was all to please HIM. To make herself fresh for HIM.

Now in her jammies and snuggled into bed, she can't dispel visions of his oozing cock right in front of her face. How mammoth it was, how alive! How he forced it into her mouth. How totally HOT that was!

Her hand begins to move, seemingly on auto-pilot, down between her legs. Her middle finger finds her needy little clit, already throbbing.

"Oh Daddy," she whispers, imagining him there, "that feels so good..."

He rubs his cum-coated cock all over her pussy, his deep voice in her ear, "You're a filthy little whore, aren't you?"

"Yes, Daddy, I am YOUR filthy little whore," she replies, just as she did in the den.

"You want this cock in your cunt, don't you?" he teases.

"Yes, oh yes...please."

Forcefully, he spreads her legs, pries the massive head between her outer lips, squishes it hard against her clit. She gasps and pushes up her hips.

"Oh Daddy!" she whispers to the room, her finger pressing harder.

He rubs it back and forth over her hungry little nub, smearing it with the last of his oozing spunk.

"You'll have it, all of it, soon enough," he says ominously. "This little pussy is going to stretch and stretch."

Then he rubs back and forth, back and forth, pushes it in just enough to tantalize her, then retreats to rub it across her clit again. She feels herself letting go, giving into him. Back and forth, back and forth, he drives her to the brink.

"Cum, little slut," he commands. "Cum on Daddy's cock."

"Yes...oh yes, Master," she breathes. "That cock...that cock...I'm a slave to that...big...filthy...monster...of a COCK!"

Her orgasm comes on wings, flutters across her nipples and settles onto her clit. The lightness of it is exquisite, and all of it is for HIM! Being his whore is all she wants to be. Her legs come together, she twists and squirms, gurgles deep in her throat as it grips her tightly for a long moment...then gives her complete release.

He owns her. She knows that now, lying there, licking her clit finger, imagining the taste of his cum.

Chapter 5:

The days pass. Each one without another opportunity to be alone with Daddy. Whatever brief moments she does get with him, he seems distracted and aloof. Oh he smiles and calls her Cupcake, but it's as if he's forgotten the hot romp he had with her.

Then when Mommy's around, she demands most of his attention, which he seems more than glad to provide. Cupcake finds this puzzling given what she's learned about their relationship, how Mommy whores for him, obeys and worships him in the bedroom. It's as if that is HIS domain, and the rest of the house is hers. She has the better deal, Cupcake thinks. She envies her, and yearns for him. She wants him all to herself more and more each day.

One afternoon when they are both at work, she lies down on her bed - as she often does - to indulge her favorite fantasy. It's the one about Daddy's cock. He's taking her roughly, as she always imagines him doing...when she is interrupted by someone noisily barging into the house.

Sitting up abruptly, she calls out, "Daddy?! Is that you?"

"Yes, Cupcake, it's me," he calls back.

"Oh!" she blurts, scrambling to straighten her skirt and tuck in her blouse. In no time he's in the doorway to her room, already wise to her plight; her flush cheeks, her tousled hair being dead giveaways.

"A little slut like you should be saving her pussy for her Master," he scolds.

"I know, Daddy, I am," she lies, looking up at him with guilty eyes.

Sitting there at the edge of her bed, on her frilly bedspread, in her frilly room, she is as irresistible to him as he is to her. She catches a glimpse of it in his eye, but quickly looks down submissively. She knows this is not the time for denials, nor the time for little girl games. Her moment is nigh.

She swallows, then affects a little girl voice, "Please forgive me, I was dreaming of you."

He gives her a stern, doubtful look, lifts her to her feet, forces his long tongue into her mouth! His strong arms engulf her, his swelling manhood presses hard against her. It's exactly what she's been aching for him to do.

Stepping back to better take her in, he muses wolfishly, "Just what do I have here?"

Her heart pounds. She can barely breathe. His eyes burn right through her, she knows he can see all that she is. His adoring daughter, his budding slut, his slave, his sex starved little whore.

He rips off her blouse and skirt and tosses her onto the bed. Quickly slips his belt out of its loops and strips himself naked, his muscular back rippling, his tight buttocks flexing. In the vanity mirror she sees his genitalia bobble and sway, just as she's dreamed so many times.

Before she can catch her breath, he's buckled her wrists together above her head and secured them to the bedpost. On her back, wriggling and squirming, she spreads her legs as wide as she can and silently prays, "Take me. Take me. Take me."

"I know what you need, little slut, and your going to get it!" he says in his commanding tone.

"Please, Daddy, PLEASE!"

With her restrained on the bed, he jerks her bra up over her head and up her arms, leaves it in a tangle about her wrists. Strips her panties down her legs and off, holds them to his nose, sniffs her scent like a bloodhound on the hunt!

Then up on the bed, straddling her waist on his knees, he flops his heavy log of a cock onto her chest. Rubs the head on her titties, slaps the nipples. They peak up, ache at the sight of his monster man-flesh growing even larger before her eyes. He grabs it at the base and cock-slaps her face, wields it like a club, the bulbous head smacking her cheeks. She strains to get her tongue on it. He pulls it away just out of reach to tease her, then flops it up onto her forehead, his heavy balls hanging off her chin.

"Get the full sense of it, little whore. It's what's going to split you in two."

"Oh Daddy," she moans as he slips it off her forehead to work it along the side of her neck. She cocks her head to that side, tries to cradle it against her up stretched arm, caress it with her cheek. She wants it like nothing else she's ever wanted.

Taking hold of her head, he shoves it into her mouth! "Suck it, little slut."

And she does. His words evoke visions of her first nasty with him. How he praised her 'gorgeous little mouth', how he howled when he shot his thick load! Now, as then, her tongue flits and dances on the sensitive head, her eyes are rolling up. But he allows her only a taste, pulls it away again, moves down between her legs, aligns his massive meat with its target and presses it between the glistening lips.

She begs in a sweet whisper, "Yes Daddy...please Daddy...make me your whore."

He pushes in, little by little, knowing there will be some initial pain. Then when the real pain comes, he pushes harder, knowing it's best to get through it. She winces, shuts her eyes tightly, twists and yanks at her wrist restraints. He forces it deeper, begins to REALLY stretch her. The vaginal tissues, the lips, distort painfully.

"Oh that's tight," he groans, his thick cock, rude and demanding, now inhabiting her fully. His hand comes to her throat, pins her. He looks straight into her eyes as he begins to stroke it in and out. Grunting beast-like, sweat beading up on his chest and arms, he picks up the pace, pumps harder. Reams her! His brutish behemoth wrecking her tight, tight pussy!

Flashes of Mommy cross her mind...what would she think, seeing how his little Cupcake excites him, how she will make him cum, not her?

"Oh Daddy...Master...Sir, take all of me. I am yours completely!"

He pounds relentlessly! Deep he goes, down to her center, stirs her magma. Her orgasm won't be clitoral, it will be all vaginal, volcanic. It will be Vesuvius letting loose! The pressure builds in step with the pounding until she is helpless to contain it. It rumbles, it churns her gut...then EXPLODES!

"Good god!" she screams. Digs her heels into the bedspread, pumps back furiously, the pain be damned!

"You...Filthy...Little...WHORE!" he roars.

And heaves and jerks, his cock bucks wildly, spoils her cunt with slug after slug of his slimy jizz! Grinding it hard and deep, he grunts and strains with the force of it.

"Oh Master," she puffs, then grunts with him as he jars her with his final, ball draining, thrusts.

It's beyond anything she imagined it would be. It is complete. It is all a whore could want.

Content at last, she closes her eyes dreamily. And savors the moment.