All characters engaging in sex acts are eighteen or over.
The only sound I could hear was Daddy's slow breathing and the occasional whoosh of the air conditioning. I wondered what time it was, since the clock was a blur of blue light without my glasses. Despite being exhausted, I only slept intermittently. I had that feeling late into the night when you woke up and didn't know how much you've slept or even if you've slept at all. Daddy went right to sleep. "I love you, Baby Girl," he said as he held me, the bare skin of his chest touching my back. "We've got a busy day tomorrow."
But he just kissed me goodnight when I asked him what we were doing. It wasn't packing tomorrow, since we were scheduled to be here for another day after that. Of course I hoped he would fuck me, or at least use my body for his pleasure. Even though I hadn't cum sucking his dick, I was still high from seeing the look in his eyes and feeling his hot, salty cum in my mouth. Just as I had promised, I was a perfect little slut for him. I gulped, feeling a tingling, wet sensation between my legs. I wondered if Daddy would mind if I masturbated. I was certainly horny enough, with him naked next to me. Maybe I could do it without waking him up, but I doubted it. Maybe I could even wake him up by touching his cock. But no, he said that I always had to ask. I didn't know how he would punish me, or even if he would, but seeing the disappointment in his eyes would be punishment enough.
So I just lay there trying to not burn up and go back to sleep. I felt like I did as a girl on Christmas Eve night. The earlier I went to bed, the earlier I could get up and open all my presents. By the same token, the sooner I woke up the sooner I could have Daddy's cum inside me again. I wanted him to shoot into my pussy, but I would be happy to suck it out of him again. White Christmas indeed.
I was still naked from the time Daddy made me strip for him. I didn't understand how it would make me feel more comfortable in my body, but Daddy always knew best. Even then, I had the suspicion that he just enjoyed seeing my tits and ass. If it made Daddy happy like that, it was good enough for me. I was his good girl.
My heart skipped a beat as I heard an intake of breath next to me. "Daddy?" I whispered. There was no answer.
Daddy stirred and rolled over, facing me. I still had my back turned to him, but when I made to turn and face him to see if he had woken up, he wrapped his arms around me. It never ceased to amaze me how Daddy's grip could calm my anxious nerves. With one hand he gripped my belly and with the other he cupped my breast. His finger played across my nipple, making it instantly hard. "That feels good, Daddy," I sighed. He didn't answer.
I felt my pussy and lips getting hot. Daddy's hand on my belly tightened. It still felt a little weird. I hated seeing my belly. It wasn't huge, but so many girls my age were so thin. But Daddy's couldn't get enough of it. It was like sweet butter to him. I felt his hands sink into my flesh. "That tickles," I giggled. His hand on my boob also tightened and I felt his finger flicking across my nipple. I let out a tiny moan.
Then, the one last thing I hoped for, the thing that had started all this sweet madness, emerged from the soft sheets and slid against my thigh. His real phallus, hot and wet-tipped, was ready for whatever Daddy wanted to do with it. "Please Daddy," I whimpered.
Daddy pushed his girth against me, making my leg slick. I was flooded now, and pushed myself against him. "Daddy," I gulped, "Are you ready to fuck me?"
He said nothing, but I felt the wetness of his lips on the back of my neck. His kisses left cooling spots of saliva across my skin. His hands squeezed tighter, and I could feel his excitement rushing through his whole body. He had to fuck me now. He
had
to. "I'm ready for it, Daddy."
His hips started pumping, and I was afraid he was going to cum on me instead of inside me. I loved the feeling of his seed on my skin, but I needed it inside of me this time. "Please, Daddy," I begged again. It felt more like a prayer this time. I was starting to feel afraid. "Haven't I been a good girl today? Your cum was so good. I waited so long to suck your dick." Daddy kissed my back and shoulders. His puffing breaths cooled on the wet spots.
He traced a circle around my nipple, and my whole body quivered. Once my high school science teacher brought out this blue goo. It looked gross, but I was curious enough to handle it. It felt gritty at first, but when I squeezed it, to my shock, it melted and ran through my fingers. The teacher called it oobleck. That's what I was now. I melted in Daddy's fingers and oozed all over him. The tighter he squeezed, the more I melted and ran down his body. I wanted to flow into him, for him to flow into me.
I said a silent prayer in my head. I hoped somehow Daddy would sense me worshiping him, worshiping his body, and he would bless me with a token of his hot cream. "I love you Daddy, I want it so bad..." This time my tears surprised me. "I just... I've been waiting so long. I didn't think there was any man for me out there. But it was you all the time. You were always there for me. I was lost when I left."
Finally Daddy spoke, though it was just a whisper in my ear, his voice overwhelmed me. "I've waited too, Princess. It was always impossible, even when your Mom and I started having problems. You were so beautiful, so sweet. I felt like in another life we could have been together, if only you weren't my daughter." He covered my neck with his kisses. I didn't dare speak. "You coming back, and wanting things to be the way they used to be, I saw my chance. What more can a Daddy do than love his daughter?"
"Oh, Daddy..." I choked.
There were more kisses. When Daddy spoke again, there was a smile in his voice. "Well, there is one more thing." He gently rubbed his swollen cock on my petals.
I spread my legs, inviting him inside. "Please..."
I felt Daddy's hand on my shoulder, rolling me on my stomach. I went limp, letting him guide me. He put his hands under me and gently pulled me up until I was on all fours, my ass and pussy open and pointing up and ready for him. My heart was pounding now, I could feel it beating in my lips. Daddy's weight on my back steadied me, made me still and grounded. He rolled on top of me, covering me like a blanket. "I love you, Daddy," I whimpered.
"I love you too, Amanda," he hissed in my ear, and I felt his cock pushing against my gate. His hands gripped my hips. I held my breath. It was actually happening.
But Daddy pulled back and rubbed his cock between my cheeks. I tried to push against him, but it slipped and slid and I couldn't get it in. I was completely at his mercy.
I whimpered as he slid his moist cock back down. I couldn't believe how hard he felt. There was that tingling pressure again as Daddy readied himself to enter me. But this time he didn't pull away. I felt my tingling lips part ahead of his head and felt it slowly spreading me out, making its way deep into me. I moaned long and low. He felt even better than Mom's toy. It seemed like years ago when I had found it.
This was it. Daddy's cock was inside my pussy. My body burst with my lust and love for him. It held me in place. This was one more thing in these few short days that I would remember forever. My body soared.
Daddy's body also trembled, and I realized that he was holding back. He wanted to ram me, to fuck me raw. Was he afraid of hurting me or was he working up to it? I didn't care if he hurt me. "Yes, Daddy." I whispered. "I need your cock."
And Daddy gave me exactly that. His cock moved excruciatingly slow, and I felt every fraction of every inch. He was stretching me, and my pussy gripping and squeezing him amplified the sensation. I opened my mouth, but all that came out was a desperate wail. Daddy stroked my hair, then grabbed a handful of it and pulled my head back. Though it hurt a little, my body went mad at him taking control.
I don't know how long it took, but I finally felt Daddy's member hit the back of my wall. The pain of it only served to amplify my pleasure. "Your pussy feels so tight and warm around my cock, Baby Girl," he growled, "And I feel it squeezing me. It wants me in there too. What a good girl."
"Am I your little slut, Daddy? I want to be the best little slut I can for you."
"You
