All characters depicted in this work are aged 18 years or over. Intended for adult audiences only.
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It's only been three nights since my daddy fucked me to sleep after I rode him on our sofa downstairs, but it feels like an eternity. He'd carried me upstairs and 'put me to bed', as he'd promised my mom, but rather than just tucking me in and leaving, he'd proceeded to flip me onto my front and mount me from behind, fucking me thoroughly and silently for another hour. By the end of it, I'd been drooling into my pillow, my pussy thoroughly used and filled once more to the brim with Daddy's hot cum.
But it's not enough.
It's never enough.
And this morning, I'm determined to get what I want.
Daddy starts work at nine; mom gets up at seven, and leaves the house at seven-thirty. That gives us an entire two hours to play, if my plan is successful. The first part of my plan, though, depends on me having enough willpower to keep extra quiet. I'm a skilled actress, but this might test my talents to their limit.
It's almost seven, and I woke up at six-thirty so that I could wake up and prepare my body for Daddy's big cock. He's huge, after all, and while that usually isn't a problem, my pussy needs to be ready to envelop him whole. I've worked through my smaller dildos, and am now attempting to relax around my biggest one, although it isn't quite the size of Daddy's monster cock. Fuck, but it feels so good. I love being stretched open, and nothing stretches me the way Daddy's cock does. Just thinking about it makes my core gush a little, the dildo slipping in another inch and eliciting a squeak of shock from me.
I wish the rest of my preparation for this morning was as pleasurable as stretching my little cunt. Unfortunately, I have other things to do.
Once my pussy is thoroughly drenched and ready to take my daddy's girth, I turn to my bedside table and grimace.
This isn't going to be pretty, but it has to be done. My mom is a bitch and an idiot, but she isn't blind; if I'm going to play this part, I'm going to do it damned well.
I dip a finger into the wasabi paste and suck a scoop down, eyes squeezed shut and body tense. I hate spicy things, and this is my version of a nightmare, but it's worth it.
For my daddy, I'd do anything.
Sure enough, within seconds the burn permeates my entire being, and I start coughing and wheezing at the taste lodged in my throat. My nose becomes stuffy, my eyes water, my face aflame, and I all but run out of the room before any of the effects die down.
It's now or never.
I enter my parents' bedroom without knocking, and - as I predicted - my mom is just about to head into their ensuite for a shower.
"What's wrong with you?" she sneers, looking at my puffy face.
"I 'hink 'm 'ick," I groan, coughing again and shivering for effect.
She all but leaps away from me, as though I'm showing symptoms of leprosy. "Don't give it to me, Christ, I only just started this job."
"What's wrong?" Daddy rumbles from the bed, his voice deliciously husky and deep. My clit throbs at the mere sound of it.
"Your daughter looks like the living dead - more-so than usual," my mom snarks, never one to let an opportunity to criticise me go by. She clucks her tongue at me. "Go back to bed and stay there, don't infect us all, yuck."
I cough again, sniffling against the pain of the stupid wasabi still burning my oesophagus.
"'s okay, she's alright," Daddy says, still half-asleep. "What's up, baby?"
"Can I sleep in your bed?" I croak, and my mom rolls her eyes.
"So long as you wash the sheets before tonight, because I'm not sleeping in your cesspit," she warns, then turns to the wardrobe to pull out her work clothes.
I all but sprint to Daddy's side of the bed and leap in beside him, internally purring at the way he immediately curls around me, my back to his strong chest. I feel so impossibly small in his embrace; when I'm in my daddy's arms, I know he'll keep me safe.
I burrow down into his pillows, breathing in the smell of him as he eases me onto my side, facing the middle of the bed. His hand entwines with mine on my hip, and I instinctively arch back into him, so my ass is pressed against his groin.
Fuck, he's already so hard. I wonder how much harder I can get him in the next half-hour.
My mom looks over at us, and I rasp out another cough and sniffle, although the burn of the wasabi is nearly gone by now. My nose is still blocked, though, and I'm fairly sure my face looks feverish, so I'm not too worried.
Meanwhile, under the guise of getting comfy beneath the blankets, I wriggle my pajama shorts down over my hips, my firm ass and bare pussy now bare against Daddy's crotch. I can hear the breath catch in his lungs, the way his hand grips my hip tight enough to hurt, and I smile into the pillow.
Bingo.
"Don't let her get too close," my mom huffs, "or you'll get sick, too."
"It's just a cold," he replies, a little more awake now. "I don't mind."
My hand inches to the waistband of Daddy's pajama pants, ignoring how he's frozen behind me, and I manage to tug the hem down just enough to have his thick, long cock spring free against my lower back.
"Baby girl." He growls the warning into my ear, just as my mom's phone begins to ring.
She answers, and immediately begins yapping away to one of her colleagues as she goes back and forth to the wardrobe, not looking at us once.
I grin wider.
Daddy's not cooperating, but he's certainly not pulling away, either. He wants this, I know. He needs it as much as I do. No one can satisfy him like I can, no one is as perfect for him as me. He's trained me to be his perfect toy, and I fully intend on letting him play with me however he wants.
