Daddy's Candy (TABOO EROTICA)

“Little girl…”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Hush.”

In a swift motion, he slipped his dick into my sweet depths and I pushed my head back into the pillow in a fit of overwhelming joy. I didn’t know I could take such a huge cock for it was the first time I had ever been with a man twice my age. Were all older men this size or was it just my Daddy who was special like this? I found my hips were still rolling against his as he picked up his rhythm. A deep, primitive tug signaled my need to be pounded and I gripped my Daddy’s hips to make him dive deeper. He followed my cue and started to push harder, the sensation in my gut making me want to cry out when I wasn’t even able to make that much noise.

Daddy’s touch was absolutely enthralling, his fingers dancing over every bit of open flesh available. I found myself thinking that my body now belongs to him, that he could do whatever he wanted with me whenever he wanted to. My desire to service him was strange and satisfying at the same time. As smoothed his hands over my ebony skin, my eyes slid shut in ecstasy, savoring the moment of him sweating between my legs. He pulled me up into a sitting position and hugged me into him, allowing me room to bounce and ride as much as I wanted. I took the opportunity to show him my talent, popping my bottom out and grinding against him wildly.

Our bodies intertwined and disappeared in the darkness of the room, suddenly becoming one creature at that very moment. I couldn’t tell where I began or where he ended. It was a blissful feeling to be so attached. I could just get lost in this position forever. I must have been doing something right because Daddy started bucking into me and gripping me harder, his fingers digging into my shoulders as he drove his cock further into my silky abyss. I teetered with excitement, the tickling sensation I had felt earlier in the office growing once again in my gut.

But this was different. This sensation was much stronger and seemed to build. It dragged me into the air suddenly and kept dropping me – like riding a roller coaster in the heat of summer – in rolling fits until I finally released it, my juices soaking Daddy’s cock uncontrollably. I shoved my face into his shoulder to muffle my cries, his hand resting at the base of my neck to keep me there. While I finished grinding against him, he started bucking again, growling into my ear as he grunted with each pound. I felt him tense and then release, his rhythm momentarily picking up and leveling out as he filled me up with his delicious cream.

I looked down to see what it looked like against my skin, but the room was too dark. I wanted to be decorated in his load, to be covered and marked by his delicious seed. Part of me wanted to lick it up off his cock, but I resisted the urge. Another time would be better.

As I dismounted, he pulled me into a loving hug and thanked me, saying I would be his favorite little toy in the house.

“I might play with your mother, but I’ll always be thinking of you, Vi.”

The sound of his words made me melt into his hug, the overwhelming bliss of being loved and spoiled all a welcome feeling. I nuzzled his neck and wrapped my arms around him, feeling the delicious aftermath fade as the world around me started to fade. Before I fully fell into the throes of sleep, Daddy tucked me under the covers and kissed my head, assuring me he’d see me in the morning. My Daddy, I thought. He’s going to spoil me and I’m going to love it.

Chapter Four

It wasn’t long before Daddy and I got into a healthy habit of seeing each other every couple of days. At the end of the week, he’d pay for all of my expenses and then take me shopping for a special treat. Sometimes it was ice cream and other times it was sexy outfits that I would only wear for him. When I was feeling extra horny, I’d dress up and send him the pictures on his phone where he would reply with a chastising remark as well as praise for being good and sharing. I had gotten so used to being showered with his blessings that I forgot what it was like to have a job.

Whenever I had initially quit, I was shaking with anxiety. It was so bad that Daddy suggested I allow him to fuck me to keep my nerves under control. He had me bent over my bed as I spoke over the phone with my old manager, the vibration of him pounding me making it difficult to speak clearly. I relished the feeling of him deep inside me and it gave me the strength to deliver the news confidently without missing a beat. After I got off the phone, Daddy commended me for being brave and rewarded me with rolling orgasms that shook me to pieces.

Quitting my job was probably the best thing to do for school. I was starting to excel in all of my classes because my work hours were replaced with study hours with some breaks in between to please my generous Daddy. He insisted I work hard and I pushed myself each time because I didn’t want to disappoint him. If I didn’t succeed in my classes, he’d likely stop paying my bills and I’d end up in a rut. I didn’t want to stop now that I was finally getting ahead. It was just the right opportunity to send me catapulting into a great career.

Part of me considered getting into the same business as my mother, but the law wasn’t terribly interesting to me. I had always dreamed of becoming a veterinary doctor, so that’s what I wanted to focus on. I told Daddy about this one day and he gave me a huge hug.

“You have such a big heart, Vi,” he said while brushing his fingers through my hair. “You should do it. I totally support that.”

I was overwhelmed with joy. He was being so supportive and I couldn’t tell if it was truly genuine or if it was because of my sweet bits giving him pleasure. Either way, I was glad to have his blessing to continue with my vet degree instead of training for law. I didn’t want to have to climb any corporate ladders. My work would be passionate and honest while also saving the lives of animals.

Something else I had asked Daddy to give me was a puppy. I knew they were messy creatures, but I felt like it would provide the perfect opportunity to prove how responsible I am. I love dogs and how playful they can be, especially how they give comfort and companionship when you don’t have any. Daddy gave me plenty of this and I made a point to say so, but he still said no.

“We simply can’t afford to have a puppy in the house, Vi,” he said through the phone. “But how about we start with something smaller? Maybe a bunny?”

“But I want a puppy,” I whined.

Daddy sighed from the other end of the line.

“Your mother isn’t going to like having a puppy. He’ll tear up the whole house and then she’ll have a fit.” Daddy said.

“Well, I don’t get why you have to please her first.” I retorted. “You love me, don’t you?”

“Of course I love you, sweet Viola. When have I ever denied you love?”

Daddy sounded hurt and I felt awful. He had been giving me so much and yet I was pushing him for more. I felt like a puppy was a small thing to ask for, but I realized those little fur balls also came with a huge price that could potentially ruin the house. They constantly needed attention and supervision as well as training for things like using the bathroom. It reminded me of how much I needed training with Daddy even though I was doing fairly well for my first time. I wondered if he thought of me as a puppy and frowned.

“Do you think I’m like a puppy?” My voice sounded tiny and weak over the phone.

Daddy gasped and replied, “Never! You are my sweet chocolate sugar baby who is so wonderful. Don’t you ever worry about that sort of thing. I would never treat you like a puppy.”

The reassura

nce made me melt and I smiled as we whispered our goodbyes and got off the phone. I knew he would be home later and I was beyond ecstatic to show him the new outfit I had purchased as a surprise. Tempted to show him prematurely, I opened the camera app on my phone and started to pose in the mirror, but stopped after a few snaps. I felt so sexy and glamorous that I didn’t want to spoil it before he got home. I wanted so much to see his face during the reveal of this delectable treat.