Daphne Vs. Daddy

Mmm, my ex-stepfather is good to the last drop. I run my tongue up and down his enormous cock, tasting my pussy juice, my cum, and his cum in one sticky sweet lick, and then I bob my head up and down the full length to swallow him up some more. The last jolts of his cum in my throat are welcome swallows. It's difficult to take that huge of a cock down my throat and swallow him, but I’m so horny that I’m motivated, girl, and I drink down that cock like my life depends on it, which is funny, because with his cock so deep in my throat, I can’t even breathe.

Worth it, so worth it to taste the salt of his skin and the sin of our fucking so deep inside me. I grab his balls, cupping them and feeling their enormous weight even though I’ve emptied as much out of them as I can.

I pull Dominic’s cock out of my mouth with a wet popping sound, holding it and looking up at him. “Daddy, don’t tell me you have more,” I say with a pouty face.

Dominic scrapes his teeth over his lower lip and pulls me up on his lap, sitting me down on him. “I’m always ready for more,” Dominic purrs in a voice that catches in his throat. He wants me as much as I want him. If you could bottle the sexual energy in this room, the bottle would likely burst. Look, I can’t think in metaphors right now, I have the kind of horniness that makes my pussy hurt. I’m so greedy right now, aching to feel him deep inside me again.

I grind against him, feeling him in my pussy folds but not inside me. My pussy is slippery on this cock that’s covered in nothing but my drool now, and I run his cock through my pussy to get the feel of him and to oil him up with my pussy juices. I’m practically gushing a waterfall of need all

over him. But that cock I need so much is achingly outside of my shivering pussy walls, and right now, my body screams that this is a problem.

Gotta fix that. I need my daddy’s enormous cock up my pussy again. I have this totally insatiable need, like an itch I know I’ll never be able to scratch. But I’m no quitter. The booze is long since out of my system, along with hurt or frustration. I’m driven by lust and that singular desire is for Dominic’s throbbing pole to be jammed back inside me as deep as I can fit him.

I bounce up and slide him back in, ramming his cock into me until it hurts and then bounce on it. I rock my body against his, my hips swaying back and forth as I build a maddening rhythm.

Squeezing my ass, hard, Dominic groans in time with my bouncing. “Fuck, your pussy is so damned tight, Daphne, and it feels like you’re going to strangle my cock. Didn’t you just cum?” There’s an air of humor in his voice, which I appreciate.

I put a hand to his chest, making my palm flat against him as I work the delicious pressure to keep bouncing on his cock so he’s spearing me deeper and harder every time. My voice is breathy when I find it. “I…have…never…cock…so…good,” I moan out, not even bothering to utter a coherent sentence. And like, fuck me, I’m not even cumming right now. I mean, sure I’m close, but I'm fucking that massive cock so good that my rational side has gone to sleep … and, really, that’s not a problem for me right now.

Dominic runs one hand up to my hair and grips it, hard, which makes me whimper. His other hand squeezes my ass again. “You like fucking like that, Daphne, don’t you? You like it when your Daddy gives you the best cock you’ve ever had?”

God, he’s so fucking cocky … but he’s so fucking right, too.

I nod, his grip in my hair making the already exaggerated move a little more desperate. This is so screwed up, because that turns me on more. So I guess today I learned not just that my ex-boyfriend is super gay, but that fucking my ex-stepfather opens a whole can of worms as far as depravity goes. My older, wiser mind really seems to like my body getting off to being defiled. Mmm, that’s good.

“Yes, daddy, defile your daughter’s pussy. I need you to fuck me hard,” I moan out the rest of the words. They burn coming out, their hotness and wrongness scorching my throat as they bubble up to the surface. The fact that it shouldn’t turn me on only makes me more turned on.

Dominic gives me the look that says, sure, we’re going to hell, but I packed our bags. Because he brings his hands down to my hips while rolling his hips and he slams his cock into me so hard that the moans are child’s play. No, he fucks up into me so hard that I scream. I scream, and then breathe hard, and that makes the sensitivity inside my pussy go up even higher.

I’m belting out his name in breathy shouts, desperate for this sensation to never end. “Dominic,” I say his name finally as I sink my fingernails into his shoulder blades, desperate to gain purchase when I feel at once like I’m being utterly impaled and my next orgasm is so close that it feels like I’m going to shatter into a thousand pieces. “Fuuuuck, I’m cumming!” I cry out again. I’m shaking violently, held down by his hands so I don’t rattle out of this reality.

I think I can actually feel my whole body drain, there’s so much cum and sweat exiting me that I’m damn near instantly dehydrated. My throat is scorched with a dryness and I’m pelted with arousal so hard that I can hardly get from one inhale to the next, or find my sense to exhale. My fingertips push up so I’m pressing the pads of my fingers into where my nails dug. The release brings the faintest copper scent to the air of where I dug into him. It feels so primal. I rub where I dug, feeling the heat between us and breathing deep the scent of sex-soaked air around us. I lean back, rolling my shoulders out as my tits bounce wildly, and I watch Dominic follow my breasts.

His mouth closes over one of my breasts and he sucks so hard I gasp at the intensity of the sensation. I ride that wave of pleasure into another ripple of orgasm that makes me shiver now. My hands drop lower, now palms flat against Dominic’s chest. I feel his heartbeat and his breathing. I breathe in time with him as his hands stroke up and down my arms. He’s kissing my breasts now and I’m moaning low at the feel of him all around me. The beat sort of dropped on us, and what was fast and intense is getting slow, but no less incredible. I take deep breaths and the sensation pools through my body in supersonic waves. The whole universe is compressed and expanded in every inch of his cock twitching inside of me.

Dominic’s mouth travels to the curve where my neck meets my shoulder. His hands fall against my back and he pulls me against him.

I roll my hips and sink him deep into me. I feel him, steel hard, about to cum. I want to feel that hot load in me. I pull my hands up to lock them together behind his neck.

Never have I felt so close to someone. Something has shifted between us and I’m lost now. How can I feel like this? I’m not drunk anymore. The only buzz in me is this sensation symphony playing louder than any thoughts I’ve ever had. I want to be able to lose myself in this moment.

Dominic growls into my neck. “I can’t wait a second longer to cum inside you, again, baby girl.” His teeth sink into my skin and his cock starts throbbing violently against my insides; a fraction of a second later and he erupts, hot loads of cum filling me up so hot, so fast. I feel how much he’s shot out, so much it's rolling out of my shivering pussy and down my thighs.

My pussy clenches around him, milking out the seed he’s giving me with every last ounce of energy in me. I’m at once exhausted and exhilarated. “Fill me up, daddy, please,” I moan against his skin, falling against him and squeezing him tighter. I’m shaking with the little aftershocks of my orgasm fluttering through my pussy walls from how intense I'm gripping Dominic’s cock.

I close my lips around his skin, kissing softly, needing to touch him like this. Something tender. I’ve never cum like this, much less more than once with such intensity, and it has me feeling vulnerable. But the way that Dominic commands my body, I feel somehow safer than I ever have.

Dominic’s tongue trails up my neck and to my ear, where he starts to kiss my earlobe and then nibble on it. I’m so sensitive from everything that’s happened that I’m shivering wildly at this simple tease. His arms stabilize me, keep me in his hold so that he can deliciously torment with every touch of his tongue against my skin. When his tongue moves, the air hits my skin for just a second. I get a chill and then the iciness turns to fire when his tongue flicks over the skin again. His hands wrap even tighter around me, coiling like a boa constrictor and capturing me in his arms so tight that I can barely breathe. My nipples press against his chest and their grazing feel against the hard wall of his chest.

Dominic’s hands in my hair pull back my face and he brings me back to kiss him. His cock is still inside me and my clit twitches sharply and is over sensitized when his lips close over mine. Stars explode behind my eyes and I moan into his mouth. His tongue sweeps over mine and his passion eats my own, devours it and rebirths it with exponential intensity. We kiss forever and I think perhaps I’m stuck in this moment for eternity and I’m more than okay with that.

When he slowly releases my lip, returns his tongue to his own mouth, I find the ability to breathe again in slow motion. My eyelids flutter open and I look at his face. I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful. He’s devastatingly good-looking, the face and body of a man who could own my soul and all he has to do is look in my direction. That gaze cages my senses and my good sense, and locks me up and hides the key to my freedom.

I mean, I didn’t know fucking could be so intense. My legs are still shaking when he sweeps them to the side. Dominic lies down and I swoop into the crook of his arm, pressing my face against his chest. I listen to his heartbeat, breathe the expensive scent of him—masculinity, power, and something like the woods at midnight. The beach at dusk. His scent is a feeling to me; he lingers in my mind as a desire I ache for and barely recognize because it's so mysterious like the beauty within nature.

Though I can feel the tiredness sweeping through my body now — after the emotional exhaustion of the day, and then the physical exertion, it certainly should be, but I want so badly to stay awake. I want to listen to his heartbeat. Feel the rise and fall of his chest for the whole night and think about nothing but the erotic metronome of his constant existence. I have never felt this attached to simple biology in another person. Not my shitty boyfriend of five years. Not any of my first crushes.

Well, alright, let me tell you a little secret: Dominic was my first real crush. When I was eighteen, hormones raging through me every minute of the day, it was simply impossible to not feel attracted to a man like Dominic. Because he isn’t a man, he’s a God among men. And here I am, melting like butter in a skillet, pressed so tight against him you’d think I was trying to save him from a tornado.