Daddys Greedy Princess Pt 01

All characters depicted in this work are aged 18 years or over. Intended for adult audiences only.

This work was previously published on Smashwords in the series 'Loving My Daddy', but I've since decided to publish these works here instead. I like the idea of smut being free for all. Enjoy! xx

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For as long as I can remember, I've been in love with my daddy.

They say every girl's first crush is her daddy - it's normal, totally innocent. But I'm not 'every girl'. As I grew, it warped from something cute and sweet, to something darker, something much less 'normal'.

Something... forbidden.

I never wanted any of the boys at my school, never lusted after their lanky frames and patchy-bearded faces like other girls in my grade. They weren't repulsive to me, but they certainly could never compare with my Alpha-male Daddy. I remember, on the night of my prom, when my date had arrived at my house to pick me up, the speech Daddy had given the poor boy had gone beyond the shovel-talk; it was more along the lines of 'shotgun-pointed-at-his-face' talk.

I hadn't had eyes for that boy, though. I'd only had eyes for Daddy, and wished he'd been accompanying me to Prom instead. What I wouldn't have given to dance with him, flirt with him, disappear into the shadows of the dancehall and show him exactly how he affected me.

My teenaged years were awkward and pained, but at the end of puberty, I'd blossomed into enough of a beauty to think maybe - just maybe - I could try my hand at seducing my daddy. But he remained unshaken by every attempt at flirting, every blatant display of my skin, every 'accidental' brush of my body on his, every lingering kiss I'd planted on his face, just inches from his lips.

That was, until, my nineteenth birthday, when he'd sent my mom off to a weekend-long spa, and finally gave into my advances, thoroughly ravaging me all night long, ruining me for any other man.

But that's a story for another time.

As it stands right now, it's been an entire fortnight since he last fucked me - a quick tryst in the woods at a family bonfire night - and I'm at my wits' end.

It doesn't help that my mom has started a new job, meaning less late nights and more time for her to skulk around the house. She has no idea what Daddy and I share, and I plan to keep it that way. Not that I care if she's disgusted or horrified - my entire life, she has belittled and bullied me, blaming the birth of me on the lack of career growth she's experienced, and always bitches about Daddy's "cushy" job - but I am scared she'd call the cops, and maybe Daddy would be taken away from me.

I couldn't stand that.

So I play the part of the good girl, saving my pennies for an apartment of my own, where Daddy can come around anytime and use me as he sees fit. My new college is only on the other side of the city, and I'm hoping to be out of this house by the time classes start.

But, right now, mom is fast asleep.

I know Daddy is downstairs watching TV.

Alone.

Now is my chance.

I'm dressed in one of Daddy's old band t-shirts - it's so big on me that it falls to my knees - and nothing else. I want nothing in the way of Daddy having his way with me.

I want to be completely bare for him, like he deserves.

My daddy works hard - harder than mom, harder than anyone I know. He's a firefighter, so he's often on-call. Tonight is a rare night off for him, and I plan on taking full advantage of such a thing. He's a hero to our whole city, and if my body can be his reward for all of his dedication, then I'm happy to service him however he needs.

I creep downstairs, still mindful of mom sleeping behind the closed door of their bedroom, and slowly unravel my dark hair from the plait I went to bed with. Daddy likes to grab fistfuls of my hair, likes to use it as an anchor to fuck himself with me.

Just the thought of my scalp pulled tight like that has my pussy flooding with slick,

my nipples pebbling against the soft cotton of Daddy's shirt.

I round the corner of the living room, and there he is. My sweet daddy, sprawled on the sofa like a king on his throne, his muscular body taking up more room than two average men. His hands are deliciously big, his arms roped with muscles from work, his torso hard and firm. His hair is as thick as ever, though it's streaked with silver.

But his face... God, he truly is the most handsome man I've ever seen.

I lick my lips as I ponder how to approach him. Do I surprise him? Do I tilt his head back over the back of the sofa and kiss him? Do I simply saunter over there and straddle him?

I'm too horny to wait any longer. For two weeks straight, I've been pleasuring myself every night to the thought of Daddy's hands on me, in me. I've used every toy under my bed, but nothing is as good. Nothing compares to my Daddy's touch.

"I know you're there," he rumbles, startling me from my thoughts.

I jump at his voice, and guiltily shuffle over to the sofa. His dark eyes are still on the TV, but I can tell he's not watching it. My throat constricts as he spreads his denim-clad thighs.

"Come on over here, baby girl," he purrs quietly.

Baby girl.

My pussy is hot and soaked now, juices wetting my thighs just from his voice alone. It really isn't fair, how quickly he can turn me into a puddle of goo. No one else has ever had this effect on me, not even porn or erotica.

Just Daddy.

I stand right beside him, my thigh touching his knee, and finally he looks up at me.

My breath catches. Jesus, he's so beautiful. I've always had to contend with other women flirting with Daddy, touching him and throwing themselves at him - from mom, to checkout women, to my school teachers - but he's never looked at any of them the way he looks at me.

Like I'm his whole world.

Like he'd do anything for me.

Like I'm a meal he wants to devour.

I lick my lips again.

"Can't sleep, baby?" he asks.

My voice has somehow deserted me, so I just shake my head in response.

"Hmm," he muses, a smirk playing around his delicious mouth. "Wouldn't be because of all the candy you ate after dinner, would it?"

"Maybe," I concede with a little giggle.

His smirk is replaced with a soft smile. "My sweetheart has a sweet tooth, huh? Incorrigible."

But I'm not here to play games. We've been dancing around each other for a fortnight, both of us knowing exactly what we want but unable to have it. Every time we got too close, my mom would come into the room, or call one of us downstairs, or make enough of a racket to have us jumping apart. At times, I simply considered locking my bedroom and having my way with Daddy, but my mom is so goddamned annoying that she'd probably axe down the door just to nag me.

No, I'm not about to flirt my way into this.

He knows what I want, and so do I.

I bend down until my lips are level with his ear. "You're tastier than any candy, Daddy. Can I suck on you, like I sucked on my lollipop?"

The groan he lets out goes straight to my aching core. When I lean back, his eyes are entirely black, lust as clear as day on his gorgeous face.

"You wanna suck, baby girl?" He languidly unbuckles his belt and scoops his half-hard cock out of his jeans. "Go on, then. Warm my cock like a good girl. Get me nice and hard so Daddy can fill you up."

Fucking hell, his words just fuel the fire inside me.

I all but scramble to my knees before him, blushing when he laughs at my eagerness. I grab his cock - almost as thick and long as my entire forearm, God help me - and immediately suck him into my wanting mouth. He groans again, this time louder and more ragged than before, and I revel in the sound.

I make my daddy happy. I can satisfy him the way no other woman can. I was made just for him.

His hands fist my hair, brushing the strands away from my face so I can suck him down more easily. He scoops it all into a ponytail in one hand, using the grip as a way to guide me up and down his length.

Before long, he's entirely hard on my tongue. I've been training hard to remove my gag reflex, so I'm able to choke most of him into my throat, but it's not easy. Maybe, if he were a more average-sized man, but Daddy is huge in every sense. I find an odd amount of solace in the thickness of his cock in my mouth, choking me, filling my entire world, the taste of him hot and heavy on my tongue.

I use both hands to stroke what my mouth can't reach, earning another broken moan. My drool drips down his length, lubricating my grip, until I'm fucking him with my face and hands like a good girl, exactly how he taught me all those months ago.

I lose track of time. I think it's hours, but it could be minutes. My brain switches off somewhere along the way, and all I can concentrate on is the feel and taste of Daddy, the sure and steady weight of his hands on my skull, the heavy breaths he lets out with every stroke I give him.

"Such a good girl," he whispers down at me. "Fuck, you're so incredible. I can see the bulge of my cock in your throat, baby. I'm so proud of you, training yourself so well."

I rub my thighs together, trying to alleviate the molten need in my core. My clit is throbbing without any stimulation, my slit fattened and ready for cock.

"Next time, Daddy will hang your head over the side of your bed and fuck your face properly, sweetheart. I'll be balls deep in your throat, pound your mouth the same way I pound your cunt."

His voice is getting darker, like the growls of a wild animal - a telltale sign he's on his way to coming down my throat. I want it, I want to swallow it down and show him what a good girl I am. I've drank so much of Daddy's cum that I'm addicted to the taste now. I could go days with just drinking him as sustenance.

But right as I think I'm going to receive a bellyful of hot seed, he pries me off his cock and forces my eyes to meet his. He's panting - as am I - and I want to mewl in need at the sight of him towering over me.

He catches his breath faster than I can, though, and soon leans back into the sofa and pats his lap.

I climb him like a tree, my thighs spread wide over his lap. I'll be surprised if his jeans aren't soaked by my dripping pussy. I have just enough time to hope I don't stain the sofa, before he cups the back of my head and kisses me.

I'd kissed all of three boys before Daddy claimed me, and none of them had even a hint of the effect Daddy's kisses have on me. They were wet and slimy, like having a slug writhing around my mouth.

Daddy's kisses, however, are all about control. His tongue lashes at mine, his teeth sinking into my lips and dominating my mouth the same way his delicious cock did. The scratch of his stubble is a welcome burn, one I hope I'll feel tomorrow.

His big, warm hands slide up my thighs, inching the t-shirt up to my hips, and when his fingers brush my drenched pussy, a high-pitched whine escapes me instinctively.

"Shh," he hushes me softly, gripping me tight. "It's okay, sweetheart. Daddy's here. Fuck, you're soaked. You been this wet for long, little one?"

"For two whole weeks," I choke out with a pout, causing him to laugh quietly.

"My poor baby," he coos, kissing me slow and thoroughly again. My hips buck against him, and his fingers slip up and down my slit. "Daddy's sorry, baby. I know it's not easy. I've been so hard for you, I've jacked off every night in the shower, thinking of your tight little body."

He kisses me again, a little harder now, our tongues mingling. I'm eager to swallow anything he gives me, any part of him.

"Your mom's going away for a business trip next week, little one. We'll have the whole house to ourselves," he reminds me. "But for now, let's see if we can have enough fun to last us the week, hm?"

I still pout, but I'm also too damned horny to argue. "Please, Daddy. Fuck me good, I need you. Use me however you like."

Daddy's eyes flash at that. "Fuck, little one. How'd I get so lucky, to have such a slutty little daughter? You're fucking perfect."

I light up at the praise, and reward him by grabbing his enormous cock and sinking down onto it, squeaking at the huge intrusion. Fuck, I forget just how huge he is. Like I said, my toys just don't compare, even the big ones. There's nothing like the hot feel of my daddy's thick length impaling me.

"Take it, baby," he breathes against my mouth. "You can do it. That cunt was made just for me, wasn't it? Show me how well you can take your Daddy."

After that, it's easy. I suck in deep breaths as I sink lower and lower, feeling every inch of my pussy walls stretch to accommodate such a brutal invasion. I bounce a little to ease the passage, and his fingers slip and slide against my swollen clit until my pussy lips meet his groin.

He's inside me at last.

I grin triumphantly, and the pride in his eyes is enough to make me fall a little more in love.

"I love you, Daddy," I tell him, a moment of softness before we give into the darker side.

Daddy kisses me tenderly, and cups my cheek with his warm hand. "I love you so much, baby girl."

And just like that, the spell is broken, and we give in completely.

Daddy cradles me in his lap, pinning my thighs apart as he lifts me up and down his cock. I thrash atop him, a fist stuffed into my mouth to muffle my screams of pleasure. He's using me like a doll, like a cocksleeve, fucking himself with my tiny cunt for his own pleasure. Nothing gets me off like this, like being utterly used.

I grab the hem of my t-shirt and lift it to peer down, and sure enough, there it is: the bulge of daddy's cock pressing against my insides, visibly spearing me with every brutish thrust. I poke at the bulge as it appears, and Daddy chokes out a groan of bliss.

"One day I'm gonna fuck that little ass like this, sweetheart," he growls into my ear. "You'll stretch yourself before you come to me, maybe stuff yourself with a fat plug, and I'll use your ass like I use your cunt. Would you like that, baby girl?"

My eyes roll back in my head at that image. I've watched so much anal porn, done so much research, even played with myself in such a way, but I assumed maybe Daddy wasn't into it, so I didn't take it too seriously.

But, God, he wants to pop all of my cherries? All three of my holes, belonging to Daddy?

Yes please!

I roll my hips down as he fucks upwards, meeting him halfway in perfect rhythm. My cunt is gripping him so tight, all of my muscles squeezed to try and milk him, even as I hurtle towards my own orgasm. The wet slapping sounds of our bodies meeting fills the living room, even louder than whatever's on TV.

Daddy shucks up my t-shirt and palms my round tits, pinching the pink nipples and rolling them between his thick fingers. I hiccup and moan into my fist, frantically riding him as my pleasure comes closer, closer, until--

He freezes.

Grips me tight, and pulls a nearby blanket over us so that only my head and shoulders are visible. He presses my face into his shoulder, his hand smoothing down my hair and taking my fist from my mouth, pressing a quick kiss to the side of my head.

"D-Daddy, wh--?"

"Shh, quiet for me, baby girl," he breathes.

And then, I hear it: the telltale signs of my mom thumping around their bedroom, and the door opening, her footsteps on the landing.

Shit.

Footsteps descend the stairs, and Daddy's cock jumps in my pussy. I clench down automatically, and his breath escapes him in a 'whoosh'. I squeeze my eyes shut tight, feigning sleep.

"Oh, for God's sake," Mom huffs when she arrives in the living room doorway. "She's such a brat. Want me to wake her up so you can come upstairs?"

"She's fine," Daddy replies calmly. "She was just lonely, I think. She's having a hard time with all her friends moving away for college."

Mom snorts. "If she'd applied herself a bit more, maybe she'd be moving with them."

I should be offended, I guess, but instead I know I have the ultimate upper-hand here. I let out a sleepy sigh and wiggle my hips a little, sinking lower on Daddy's rock-hard cock. It twitches again inside me, and I lick at Daddy's neck lazily, like a kitten licks at milk. My curtain of hair hides all of my face, so I know mom can't see me.

Daddy clears his throat quietly.

"I'll be up soon," he assures her, although there's no warmth in his voice. "After I put her to bed."

The thought of Daddy carrying me upstairs - maybe keeping me speared on his cock - and fucking me again before he goes to his own bed... it makes another wave of slick leak out of my cunt and drench his cock.

"She's a spoiled brat," mom remarks. "Don't stay up too late."

And then, thank God, she turns tail and goes back upstairs.

We wait a long time. Well, it certainly feels like a long time, when all I want to do is return to bouncing up and down on Daddy's perfect cock. Under the blanket, his hands gradually return to my hips, and I take that as encouragement to continue rocking against him, slipping up and down him more slowly now, my face still buried in his neck.

"Daddy," I whisper, as pleasure mounts within me again, "Please. I need you."

I suckle at his flesh as I ride him at a laid-back pace, my breasts brushing against his torso, my hands gripping his bulging biceps as leverage. He's still frowning, but his focus is back on me - where it should be.

"Daddy," I moan into his ear, rolling my hips, taking him deeper and deeper with every slide, my pussy readying itself to contract around him. I just need a little more. I reach down and pinch my own clit, bringing myself to the edge, because I know the magic words I'm about to say will send Daddy into a frenzy. I press my lips to his ear and whisper:

"Breed me, Daddy."

That's all it takes.

In a flash of movement, Daddy throws off the blanket and pins me to the sofa beside him, one hand clapped over my mouth, the other slapping my hand away to see to my clit with his own fingers. His cock is no longer still - he hammers into me without mercy, hitting parts of me my fingers and toys never could, an unyielding force inside me. He rips my t-shirt up to expose my jiggling tits, his eyes flickering between them and my blissed-out face.

"Baby wants to be bred, huh?" Daddy growls down at me, pistoning in and out of my gushing passage. I nod eagerly, thrashing and writhing under him, so very close to tipping over the edge. His fingers slap at my clit, making my legs quake with every hit.

"You want Daddy to fatten you up, sweetheart?" he demands in a hushed voice. "Such a perfect little fucktoy, just wants to please her daddy. I'll breed you good, baby girl. Daddy will fill you with seed until you're fit to bursting. Just lie there and take what Daddy gives you."

I'm so glad his hand is over my mouth, because all it takes is three more slaps of my clit - along with more powerful thrusts of his monstrous cock in my cunt - and I cum for him with a throat-ripping scream.

My vision whites out as he chokes out a groan, and suddenly stills deep within me. My legs shake, my body aquiver as his hot cum floods me, filling me up like he promised. My pussy desperately milks him for more, shuddering along his length in an attempt to fully drain him of that sweet seed.

"Such a good girl, my sweet baby, Daddy's so proud of you," he whispers as I float back down to Earth, his hand now soothing my clit in a way that calms me, rather than riles me up. "My perfect girl. You did so well."

I'm only half-conscious as he drags his half-hard cock out of me, and immediately tips my hips up to prevent any thick cum from oozing out. I moan at the sensation of it filling me to the brim, and can't resist dipping my fingers down to scoop out some. I bring my fingers to my mouth and suckle greedily, moaning again at the taste of my Daddy's yummy cum.

He watches me with heavily-lidded eyes. "Come on, baby. Daddy will take you up to bed before he wrecks this sofa for good."