All characters engaged in sex acts are eighteen or older.
"Oh my God, Daddy," Missy's voice was strangled and frantic in her throat. I was behind her, pushing and pinning her against the kitchen counter with my cock. She was squished, the edge of the counter pushing into her belly. Her pj pants were still on, but torn to shreds, the juice of her pussy dripping on and staining them. Her round ass jiggled with the force of my fucking.
Missy's hand slipped, and a measuring cup shattered on the floor. Her pussy squeezed and twitched around my cock, as I thrust with savage strength into her. Each thrust was accompanied by a grunt from her. Nothing had ever felt so good to me as her little pussy. "Daddy, it hurts a little, I haven't had time to-" She yelped as I thrust particularly hard into her. One of my hands reached under her shirt and squeezed her little, hard-nippled tit and the other clutched her black, curly hair, pulling her head back.
"Who do you belong to?" I gasped.
"You, Daddy. I belong to you."
"And what does Daddy get to do to your body?" I gave her another forceful thrust, making her free breast jiggle.
"Whatever he wants," she whimpered.
"Good girl," I said.
We had started making a banana cream pie for Thanksgiving tomorrow. As she liked to do as of late, Missy teased me. She had worn those tight pjs that she had outgrown, showing her ass, even though she didn't like showing it off. Not to anyone else, that is. She didn't wear a bra, either, and she must have played with her nipples before she came down to help because they could have poked an eye out. There were little touches, hips grinding into me, and whispers of "I'm tingly and wet, Daddy."
Just like she had wanted, I had snapped. I pushed her against the counter and tore her pants open, exposing the soaking crack of her ass and pussy. Her smell had been exquisite. I skewered her with my throbbing member, already completely hard before it was out. She did the same song and dance, telling me she was sore, and to be gentle. That had worked the first few times, at least enough to give me pause, but I knew that she wanted it rough.
Always.
It had only been a couple of days since I had fucked her for the first time, and her exhausted pussy hadn't had a chance to rest. My cum had been dripping out of her for most of the days since. We fucked in bed, we fucked on the couch watching movies, we fucked in the backyard, and we even fucked in the grocery store bathroom. So many of those times I had been reluctant, but she had found a way to break down my resistance. And every time I came in hot, often angry. My fucking was aggressive, almost punitive. I wanted to show her that this wasn't what she wanted, that she had no idea what sex would be like. Maybe it was some unconscious remnant of my guilt.
But by now, I knew that was what she wanted. So much had changed for her and she was uncertain about what was going to happen. She needed her Daddy to take control, to
make
her good. Missy groaned as I hit her cervix with another vigorous thrust. "It hurts, Daddy, but I love it," she moaned.
"This is just how I like you, Babydoll," I hissed into her ear. "I'm giving you what you need. What you deserve." I kissed her neck, then licked it, then bit, right next to the bandage where I had bitten her before. Missy sucked breath in, and her jaw dropped open.
"Fuck, Daddy! Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I chomped down in her skin. She let out a high, trilling keen, too overwhelmed for words. Her pussy pushed and contracted around me, and I fought to keep it deep inside her. She turned to face me, only an inch away. Her mouth moved, but all that came out was her incoherent groan. I brought my lips up to hers, and kissed her. The kiss was only one-sided, though, me kissing the lips of her gaping mouth. Her eyes focused on me, and her eyelids drooped. Breath pumped in and out of her mouth, and something resembling a death rattle escaped the deepest part of her.
Her head drooped, but her hair was seized in my hand, and I held her up. Her face was red and the veins stood out in her neck. When she came back into reality she gasped and her eyes turned toward me, her body still tense and wracked from her climax. "Daddy..." she choked out.
Pushing against her strangling pussy, I reached as deep as I could go inside her. "Cum for Daddy," I whispered into her ear. Her body still quivered and pulsed around me.
"So good, Daddy," she moaned. Her entire body thrummed with pleasure and desperate breath. I kept thrusting inside her, some of the rapture finally draining from her. Her pussy had loosened, but still felt like hot, wet heaven. I was close now, too. Just like every time had been with her, I knew my orgasm was going to burn through me. It had never been like this with anyone else, even in my twenties when a stray breeze could make me cum.
"You gonna cum inside me, Daddy? You gonna cum inside your little girl? I've been good. Please." Her voice croaked.
"Close, Babydoll. You ready for Daddy's cum?"
"Please, Daddy. I want it so bad!"
I was in that place, the one where I knew my orgasm was coming, but it hadn't quite hit me, like a boulder teetering on a cliff. My breath quickened and I lost the last scrap of control I had over my body. A passenger inside myself, I felt one mindless thrust after another until the spark inside me lit my cock up. "Fuck!" I bellowed. It was like a mule kicking me in the gut, and I doubled over, squashing Missy under me. One wave after another passed though, and I moaned and flopped and sucked air. My cock erupted inside Missy, painting her guts with my seed, one load after another. It seemed to take forever, and I stared dumbly ahead, my mouth open and my eyes squinting.
The muscles in my back and ass burned, but I couldn't stop, and each time my dick let fly, I pushed into her again, making her moan almost as loud as I was.
I gave a last, labored thrust, and slumped over the counter on top of Missy. My whole body was cold with sweat and heaving from my exhaustion. Missy's hot pussy warmed my member, as it rapidly lost its edge inside her. For a few moments our winded gasps were the only sound in the room.
"Thank you, Daddy," Missy said in her little voice. She gave me a peck on the cheek.
"It's what you deserve, Missy Bear," I said. I rose unsteadily, our sweaty bodies peeling off of each other, and sat naked on one of the dining chairs. Missy had all her clothes on, though her pj pants were in tatters.
She looked down, "These were too small for me anyway. I got them like a year ago." She stripped off her pants, covered with various dark spots from a variety of bodily fluids. As she bent down in front of me her butt opened up and I could see my cum oozing out of her blushing pussy. She looked back and wiggled her butt. "What, Daddy?" She giggled.
"Look at your legs."
She looked down and ran her hand along the inside of her thighs, smearing a dollop of cum and her own juice on her fingers. Bringing her fingers to her mouth, she licked them clean. "Looks like we're making two creampies tonight." She grinned and I couldn't help but laugh.
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"That feels good, Daddy," Missy said as I pressed my thumb into the arch of her foot. She wiggled her toes.
"I don't know why I'm doing this for you. You're not the one pounding the ground all day. All you've done is sit around." I got more lotion on my hand. It was the perfumed kind she liked and smelled like lavender.
"You're my daddy and you have to take care of me. Besides, yours have calluses all over them. I can do them next time, but they're going to need more work than mine do. You should get a pedicure." She giggled, sitting on the edge of the bed. Her old room hadn't changed that much. A couple of the posters were with her at school, but there was the same double bed, the same little TV, the same egg chair with her collection of plushies that she had been embarrassed to take with her to school. She had played with them since she had been home. I saw that they had been moved.
"Can you picture me in one of those chairs? Those ladies won't know what to do with my feet." The star projector cast slowly moving dots on her ceiling. She loved it, but it made the room look too busy for me. I squeezed the ball of her foot, and she gasped.
"Tickles. They'd probably like it. I bet they wish their husbands would make their feet nice." Her green eyes sparkled in the dim.
My lubricated hands ran the length of her foot. "How much are those things anyway?"
"Last one I had was twenty-five, but they'd probably charge more for your feet. They're scary, Daddy."
"You watch your mouth," I smacked her thigh. It seemed like she had relaxed a little. I needed to talk to her about when her mom came home. "So about tomorrow..."
"Thanksgiving," she said.
"Right. But your mom is back."
"I know, Daddy. Remember what you promised me."
I sighed, "Of course I do, Babydoll." I had promised her that I would stop fucking her mom. Honestly, we had done so little in the past couple of years, I didn't expect it to even come up. The last time was when we went to see Missy in September and the nice hotel room had turned her on. But Missy was mine now. I felt bad for Leslie, but there was nothing for it. It's not like I could forget about Missy, not after all that had happened. It's not like I could break up with my daughter. What a fucking mess. "But we're going to have to be a bit discreet."
"I know. I just won't touch you or give you special kisses when she's around. Not where she can see anyway." She gave a naughty grin.
"We have to be more careful than that. No flirting either."
"Mom would never suspect us, Daddy. Who would believe a Daddy fucking his daughter?" Her smile deepened.
"I wouldn't have believed it myself, but here we are." I still couldn't really believe it.
"So there's nothing to worry about." She said flatly.
"There's clues, Missy."
