Full. That was how I felt -- stuffed. It wasn't even enough to call it that, the feeling I was experiencing was so new, so unprecedented, so I've-never-even-come-close-to-feeling-so-plugged-up-by-anything... That was what flashed through my mind as I sat, for the first time, impaled on Daddy's huge cock.
Let me clarify, too -- while I could never be accused of having been promiscuous, I had had sex with more than a handful of men in my life, and I had played with various "toys," of various sizes, but... I knew, somehow, that this cock was both longer and thicker than any of those that came (no pun intended) before. Also, this was all so very exciting because since giving birth to Junior, my husband's cock was no longer the snug fit that it used to be -- it was still good, just not as much as it had been, pre-birth. Right now I was stuffed, and it almost made me cum on the spot to feel that way!
All of this raced through my head in about 10 seconds, 10 seconds during which I didn't move, barely breathed, and stared blankly ahead. Then I blinked, unconsciously clenched my pussy around the intruder, heard my Daddy gasp, and met his gaze. His eyes were hooded, his nostrils slightly flared, and his lips half-parted. When our eyes met, another current flashed between us, and his hands came up to grab me by the hair, holding me still with his hands up against my skull.
"Daddy?" I whispered, shyly, tentatively, even now worried he was going to "snap out of it" and cast me aside.
The thought terrified me, I didn't understand why or how I knew it, but I suddenly knew that this man, my father, the man who had been the one constant all my life, the man who raised me alone after his wife died far too young, the man I could and did always trust...
This man was the only man in the world I ever wanted by my side. To fuck? Sure, but it was deeper than that, it was more than that. I suddenly had the complete certainty that I had just met (weird, right?) the man I was born to belong to, the man I would submit to, the man whom I would always obey, the man to whom I would surrender my entire being, gladly. Daddy didn't just own my body from here on out, he owned me, heart and soul.
Amazingly, I saw an awareness in Daddy's gaze. His eyes were clear, his face calm, proud, confident... proprietary. It was as if he had been waiting for me to finally understand, and was glad I had. One of his hands released its grip on my hair and encircled my throat, holding me gently but firmly.
He stared into my eyes and, in a very quiet voice, said, "Mine. All mine."
I heard myself murmur, "Yes, Sir," but he arched an eyebrow and I quickly repeated, more clearly, more loudly, "Yes, Sir -- Yours."
At that, Daddy's mouth swooped down and captured mine. He took complete possession of my lips, my tongue, and he bit my lips almost painfully. His tongue and lips and teeth claimed mine, searing my senses, leaving me light-headed and panting, mewling softly, submitting completely. He released my mouth, and I whimpered softly, only to sigh with pleasure when his mouth moved down to my neck, licking and biting me, causing the skin all over my upper body to pebble with chills. He growled with approval of my moans.
Daddy yanked my head back, causing me to arch my back and yelp in surprise. Almost simultaneously, I felt his mouth come down on my breast, once again latching on to my swollen and milky nipple, suckling greedily. A violent orgasm rocked my body, my pussy clenched Daddy's cock again, and finally -- finally! -- he started to fuck me, to take as his what had already been surrendered.
Sitting in the chair like this, the strokes weren't as long or as powerful as I wanted, but they were still intensely erotic, incredibly sexy and exciting. My pussy, creaming and hot, a silken vice around his hard cock, welcomed the assault, cumming non-stop, alternately clenching and unclenching, my juices slathering the cock my pussy was born to worship.