[pre-story]Almost a full year since the first part came out, the story suddenly continues for Father's Day! [redacted][/pre-story]
Cynthia bit her lip, her heart thudding in her chest as Daddy lined his big fat black cock up with her tight little teenage pussy, Mommy’s fingers spreading her ebony lips to reveal the glistening pink within. “Happy Father’s day, sweetie” Mommy purred, and then Daddy thrust his hips forward, and Cynthia moaned aloud.
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Friday, June 30, 2017
Saturday, April 1, 2017
Daddy's Home: New Life [April Fools]
[pre-story] Surprise! You've asked, you've begged, you've demanded more, and I shall deliver! I feel like I've really developed as a writers since I started Daddy's home, and I'm exited to bring the series back and put all my new skills to use! Anyways, I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]
Daddy's Home: New Life
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Rich asked, looking around at all the equipment intruding on his bedroom. Microphones, lights with those reflective umbrella things on them, three big, fancy cameras at all different angles… This stuff wasn’t cheap, even just renting it.
“Of course, Daddy!” Sam replied with a grin as she darted around the room checking equipment and making last-minute adjustments, his beautiful, dark-haired daughter dressed in her skimpiest, sexiest gothic lingerie. Black-and-purple striped thigh-high stockings clung to her shapely legs, fastened to a lacy black garter belt with straps tight enough to dig into the pale globes of her spectacular ass. Those twin moons were split by the barely-there string of a black, semi-sheer lace thong, the straps of which rode high on her generous hips. Her hips tapered to a slender waist, the barest hint of tone visible on her flat stomach, a gleaming purple gemstone dangling from her bellybutton ring. Her top was somewhere between a bra and a corset, little more than a wide belt of tightly-laced material around her ribcage with a set of shaped, triangular cups that could barely contain a pair of breasts that were each practically as big as his head, the pale, creamy flesh bulging out around them, jiggling with every tiny movement, the cups barely hiding her suckable nipples from view. Around her neck she wore a choker, a band of elastic black lace with a silver heart-shaped charm seated directly on her throat. She went heavier with the makeup than usual, her lips painted with her favorite glossy black lipstick, her eyes outlined with thick black eyeliner, artfully contoured into wings, then layered over with dusky purple eyeshadow. Her long, black, silky hair was done up into twintails, a departure from her usual style, but one she said would work better for the cameras.
Daddy's Home: New Life
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Rich asked, looking around at all the equipment intruding on his bedroom. Microphones, lights with those reflective umbrella things on them, three big, fancy cameras at all different angles… This stuff wasn’t cheap, even just renting it.
“Of course, Daddy!” Sam replied with a grin as she darted around the room checking equipment and making last-minute adjustments, his beautiful, dark-haired daughter dressed in her skimpiest, sexiest gothic lingerie. Black-and-purple striped thigh-high stockings clung to her shapely legs, fastened to a lacy black garter belt with straps tight enough to dig into the pale globes of her spectacular ass. Those twin moons were split by the barely-there string of a black, semi-sheer lace thong, the straps of which rode high on her generous hips. Her hips tapered to a slender waist, the barest hint of tone visible on her flat stomach, a gleaming purple gemstone dangling from her bellybutton ring. Her top was somewhere between a bra and a corset, little more than a wide belt of tightly-laced material around her ribcage with a set of shaped, triangular cups that could barely contain a pair of breasts that were each practically as big as his head, the pale, creamy flesh bulging out around them, jiggling with every tiny movement, the cups barely hiding her suckable nipples from view. Around her neck she wore a choker, a band of elastic black lace with a silver heart-shaped charm seated directly on her throat. She went heavier with the makeup than usual, her lips painted with her favorite glossy black lipstick, her eyes outlined with thick black eyeliner, artfully contoured into wings, then layered over with dusky purple eyeshadow. Her long, black, silky hair was done up into twintails, a departure from her usual style, but one she said would work better for the cameras.
Monday, August 1, 2016
Musing: Fireworks
[pre-story]A quick 4th-of-July-related musing, featuring an incestuous daddy/daughter public sneak-fuck. Wanted to do something topical, you know? It's actually an old idea, I have a file somewhere full of a year's worth of holiday-themed sexy story prompts. I wanted to make a full-on series out of it, but I think the full version's probably never going to happen, so I might just end up using them for musings throughout the year. [redacted] Anyways, enjoy, ya perverts! :P [/pre-story]
Fireworks
“Here it comes!” Cynthia’s mother exclaimed as a distant pop sounded from across the dark waters of the lake in front of them, sending a brilliant streak of sparks shooting into the sky. She was more right than she knew. Cynthia let out a soft ‘ooh’, full, pink-painted lips forming into an O as she shifted her hips, feeling Daddy’s big, fat, throbbing knob pushing against her virgin slit, her tender pink lips parting around it. Daddy’s grip on her hips suddenly tightened, and there was a burst of light and a dull impact she could feel in her chest. Brilliant sparks danced across the sky much the same as they danced behind her eyes as that thick shaft plunged into her tight teenage pussy. The tiny little ebony teen managed a strangled ‘aah’, squirming around the cock that made her as she struggled to adjust to its size. It was all so surreal, seeing her oblivious mother and siblings just a few feet away as she took her father’s cock inside her, the intense pleasure and pain shooting through her core a consistent reminder of the reality of the situation. How had it come to this?
The night had started off so well. She knew Kevin would be at the show, unfortunately with Becky, so she’d dressed to impress. She looked younger than she was, barely more than five feet tall, with silver braces on her teeth, a petite build, slender hips, and a tragically flat chest, cursed with barely-there AA cups while that bitch Becky was busting out of a D-cup. She might be at a disadvantage, but she wasn’t going to give up on Kevin without a fight. She’d worn her jean micro-skirt and strappy sandals, to show off her long, shapely mahogany-brown legs and colorful toenails; then added a sunflower-gold halter top that hugged her lithe torso, the thin material riding just high enough to bare her navel and just sheer enough to make it clear she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Unfortunately, the nights were still cool, even in the heat of summer, and the breeze off the lake was chill enough to give her goosebumps and make her dark nipples harden obviously, straining against the thin fabric. She couldn’t let him see her like that, so she’d been forced to stay with her family. Noticing her cold, Daddy had offered to let her sit on his lap and share his lap-blanket. After a minute of awkward shifting, she’d had to pull up her skirt around her waist to stop the rivets in her skirt from poking the both of them. It didn’t take long for Daddy to react, and she’d felt something big and hard move against her tight, perfect ass, growing inside his shorts. She didn’t know what to do, she couldn’t call him on it, she couldn’t get up, she couldn’t do anything but feel it strain against her and his pants.
She remembered feeling guilty after a minute or two, realizing how uncomfortable it must be to have it straining against the fabric like that. She remembered unzipping his pants and pulling them down just a little, feeling it spring up between her thighs, hot and hard, and realizing it was too big, that it was tenting out the blanket. She remembered grabbing it in a panic and pulling it against her stomach to hide its shape, feeling it’s length grind against her panty-covered virgin pussy in a way that was wrong and delicious and somehow even better because it was so wrong. She remembered slowly starting to move, grinding her hips subtly against her father’s foot-long cock as her hands cradled it against her. She remembered looking over to her mother as she ground her teenage pussy on her father’s steel shaft, the woman oblivious to her husband’s predicament, and she remembered the twisted thrill that ran through her like an electric current. She remembered realizing that it was so wrong, so filthy and perverse, so dangerous and stupid… And she remembered needing more.
Now she was sitting on Daddy’s lap, his strong hands holding her down with an iron grip on her hips, feeling his huge, hot member throbbing inside her tight little recently-virgin pussy. Her inner walls twitched and spasmed around his thickness as she struggled to adjust to the invader, biting her lip to stifle the soft sounds of pain and pleasure as she began to roll her hips lewdly against him. The steely shaft levered inside her with every tiny motion, and she gasped softly, just in time for another burst of fiery colors to go off, high overhead. She leaned back, flattening herself against her father’s broad, muscular torso, her dark nipples achingly hard against her yellow top, and twisted her head around, craning her neck up to put her lips at his ear. “Fuck me, Daddy…” She breathed, hotly, her barely-whispering voice trembling softly. “Fuck your little girl. Your little slut.”
Daddy’s grip on her hips tightened. Flashes of red and white light up the scene around them, her mother, brother, and sister, all just feet away, completely oblivious as Daddy began to lift her by the hips. He raised her up, pulling her off his thick, throbbing member inch by inch, the flared tip tugging at her walls, shooting off hot sparks of sensation. He kept going, lifting her higher and higher, and with every inch the pleasure grew stronger as her fear of being discovered grew, until she was biting her lip hard to stifle the sounds of pleasure. Then, Daddy’s hands suddenly pulled her hips down again, his own hunching up to meet hers as he plunged every last inch back inside her. A massive, brilliant burst of light went off in her mind, mirrored by a brilliant blue flash overhead, just in time to disguise her moan of lust as a coo of awe.
Cynthia was breathing hotly, clinging white-knuckled to the arms of the lawn chair, her back against Daddy’s chest as she writhed with undeniable pleasure. It was so good. So wrong. Why was it so good? A pop from across the water sent a trail of spark shooting into the sky, and Daddy’s strong hands lifted her hips once again. She had to bite her lip to stifle a whimper of pleasure, her teeth sinking into the soft, plump flesh of her pink-painted lower lip. His flared crown tugged at her every ripple and fold, nerves lighting up with dancing sparks of sensation as it passed. It was incredible, and yet, it was just the prelude to something much more impressive. Suddenly, he pulled her down, his hips shooting up to meet hers, driving his red-hot rocket into her to the hilt, setting off an explosion that rocked her lithe teenage body, every bit as spectacular as the burst of colored sparks that went off high above the water.
Daddy was a beast, fucking his little girl from below wildly as he jerked her hips up and down on his length, never settling into a rhythm, always keeping her guessing as to when the next thrust would come. She writhed atop him uncontrollably, whimpering and gasping and moaning softly as she struggled to hold back the sounds of her ecstasy. That long, thick, meaty cock slammed into her again and again, pounding her relentlessly, each thrust an explosion more glorious than the brilliant light show in the sky above them. She knew it was wrong, that she should stop, that is was getting out of hand, that they’d be discovered at this rate. But she couldn’t stop herself from letting her head fall back onto Daddy’s shoulder and whispering hot, breathy words of lewd encouragement into his ear. “Harder, daddy.” “More, daddy” “So big, daddy.” “I’m your slut, daddy. Fuck your little slut.”
“Ugh, fuck…” Daddy’s deep voice muttered between hot, panting breaths. She could feel his cock pulsing, throbbing inside her, bucking with arousal as it pounded into her over and over. He was getting close, and so was she. She needed to pull off him, quick! She knew she was out of birth control, and he wasn’t wearing a condom, either. She couldn’t let him cum inside her unprotected pussy and flood her depths with the same hot, thick, virile seed that made her until his fat balls were completely drained... She moaned out, rolling her hips lewdly against his. The more she thought about how wrong and dangerous it was, the stronger the craving grew, and the weaker her resolve. Her perverse desires aside, she couldn’t let it happen! And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to stop herself from rolling her hips around him desperately, her own release was so close…
Even as she tried to stop it, her head fell back to his shoulder once again, lips just inches from his ear. She shouldn’t say it, she couldn’t say it. But her lips parted anyways. “Cum, daddy. Cum in me.” She pleaded breathily as her rational mind helplessly screamed objections.
“Ooh, it’s the finale!” Her mother cooed, not more than five feet away from father and daughter engaged in the most taboo act they could possibly commit. She gestured across the water as dozens of sparkling trails launched into the sky. Once again, she was more right than she knew. Daddy’s grip tightened almost painfully around Cynthia’s hips, fingers biting into flesh as he suddenly accelerated, jackhammering his incredibly long, thick cock into her quivering pussy. Her eyes went wide, her lips parting wide as rapid-fire explosions of pleasure tore through her body, a throaty moan, the unmistakable sound of pure lust, bubbling up from deep inside her. But all that emerged was a strangled squeak, the air suddenly stolen from her lungs by a massive, overwhelming wave of pure pleasure that ripped through her. Her entire body locked up as a massive orgasm hit her, her every muscle straining tight as she froze in place, only her core still moving as it trembled and spasmed wildly around her daddy’s cock.
As dozens of fireworks burst into a thousand-thousand colorful sparks overhead, and her conscious mind was overwhelmed with blinding pleasure, all she could do was he could feel. Feel her daddy slam her down on his cock to the hilt. Feel that monstrous shaft lurch and throb violently inside her spasming pussy. Feel his body tense up against her back. Feel his shaft pulsing inside her once, twice, then finally fire, shooting off a white-hot streamer of thick, creamy daddy-cum into her, striking her inner walls with impressive force and splattering in all directions. Feel the heat of his molten seed as his cock fired off blast after blast, painting her depths with his potent spunk. Feel him filling her, pumping more and more and more of that boiling-hot spunk into her with each shot, until she could hold no more.
There was one last dull boom, a massive star of golden sparks filling the sky to signal the end of the show as father and daughter panted softly, still joined at the hips, recovering from their illicit tryst. “Wow… That was quite the show!” Cynthia’s mother cooed, smiling softly as she looked over to them. It took them a moment to realize they had to respond, but the two nodded, eagerly agreeing with her. She smiled, pushing herself to her feet and stretching for a moment, before ushering Cythia’s younger siblings to start packing up the blankets and chairs. With the little ones busy, she turned back to her husband and daughter and walked closer. “Maybe next time I’ll try to find a spot with a better view.” She commented, casually, placing a hand on her husband’s shoulder, then suddenly bending down to put her lips to his ear. “Or maybe we can arrange a repeat performance. Something more… intimate.” She purred softly, just loud enough for Cynthia to hear, before swiftly turning away and helping the kids get the stuff in the car, leaving father and daughter sitting there, stunned.
Fireworks
“Here it comes!” Cynthia’s mother exclaimed as a distant pop sounded from across the dark waters of the lake in front of them, sending a brilliant streak of sparks shooting into the sky. She was more right than she knew. Cynthia let out a soft ‘ooh’, full, pink-painted lips forming into an O as she shifted her hips, feeling Daddy’s big, fat, throbbing knob pushing against her virgin slit, her tender pink lips parting around it. Daddy’s grip on her hips suddenly tightened, and there was a burst of light and a dull impact she could feel in her chest. Brilliant sparks danced across the sky much the same as they danced behind her eyes as that thick shaft plunged into her tight teenage pussy. The tiny little ebony teen managed a strangled ‘aah’, squirming around the cock that made her as she struggled to adjust to its size. It was all so surreal, seeing her oblivious mother and siblings just a few feet away as she took her father’s cock inside her, the intense pleasure and pain shooting through her core a consistent reminder of the reality of the situation. How had it come to this?
The night had started off so well. She knew Kevin would be at the show, unfortunately with Becky, so she’d dressed to impress. She looked younger than she was, barely more than five feet tall, with silver braces on her teeth, a petite build, slender hips, and a tragically flat chest, cursed with barely-there AA cups while that bitch Becky was busting out of a D-cup. She might be at a disadvantage, but she wasn’t going to give up on Kevin without a fight. She’d worn her jean micro-skirt and strappy sandals, to show off her long, shapely mahogany-brown legs and colorful toenails; then added a sunflower-gold halter top that hugged her lithe torso, the thin material riding just high enough to bare her navel and just sheer enough to make it clear she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Unfortunately, the nights were still cool, even in the heat of summer, and the breeze off the lake was chill enough to give her goosebumps and make her dark nipples harden obviously, straining against the thin fabric. She couldn’t let him see her like that, so she’d been forced to stay with her family. Noticing her cold, Daddy had offered to let her sit on his lap and share his lap-blanket. After a minute of awkward shifting, she’d had to pull up her skirt around her waist to stop the rivets in her skirt from poking the both of them. It didn’t take long for Daddy to react, and she’d felt something big and hard move against her tight, perfect ass, growing inside his shorts. She didn’t know what to do, she couldn’t call him on it, she couldn’t get up, she couldn’t do anything but feel it strain against her and his pants.
She remembered feeling guilty after a minute or two, realizing how uncomfortable it must be to have it straining against the fabric like that. She remembered unzipping his pants and pulling them down just a little, feeling it spring up between her thighs, hot and hard, and realizing it was too big, that it was tenting out the blanket. She remembered grabbing it in a panic and pulling it against her stomach to hide its shape, feeling it’s length grind against her panty-covered virgin pussy in a way that was wrong and delicious and somehow even better because it was so wrong. She remembered slowly starting to move, grinding her hips subtly against her father’s foot-long cock as her hands cradled it against her. She remembered looking over to her mother as she ground her teenage pussy on her father’s steel shaft, the woman oblivious to her husband’s predicament, and she remembered the twisted thrill that ran through her like an electric current. She remembered realizing that it was so wrong, so filthy and perverse, so dangerous and stupid… And she remembered needing more.
Now she was sitting on Daddy’s lap, his strong hands holding her down with an iron grip on her hips, feeling his huge, hot member throbbing inside her tight little recently-virgin pussy. Her inner walls twitched and spasmed around his thickness as she struggled to adjust to the invader, biting her lip to stifle the soft sounds of pain and pleasure as she began to roll her hips lewdly against him. The steely shaft levered inside her with every tiny motion, and she gasped softly, just in time for another burst of fiery colors to go off, high overhead. She leaned back, flattening herself against her father’s broad, muscular torso, her dark nipples achingly hard against her yellow top, and twisted her head around, craning her neck up to put her lips at his ear. “Fuck me, Daddy…” She breathed, hotly, her barely-whispering voice trembling softly. “Fuck your little girl. Your little slut.”
Daddy’s grip on her hips tightened. Flashes of red and white light up the scene around them, her mother, brother, and sister, all just feet away, completely oblivious as Daddy began to lift her by the hips. He raised her up, pulling her off his thick, throbbing member inch by inch, the flared tip tugging at her walls, shooting off hot sparks of sensation. He kept going, lifting her higher and higher, and with every inch the pleasure grew stronger as her fear of being discovered grew, until she was biting her lip hard to stifle the sounds of pleasure. Then, Daddy’s hands suddenly pulled her hips down again, his own hunching up to meet hers as he plunged every last inch back inside her. A massive, brilliant burst of light went off in her mind, mirrored by a brilliant blue flash overhead, just in time to disguise her moan of lust as a coo of awe.
Cynthia was breathing hotly, clinging white-knuckled to the arms of the lawn chair, her back against Daddy’s chest as she writhed with undeniable pleasure. It was so good. So wrong. Why was it so good? A pop from across the water sent a trail of spark shooting into the sky, and Daddy’s strong hands lifted her hips once again. She had to bite her lip to stifle a whimper of pleasure, her teeth sinking into the soft, plump flesh of her pink-painted lower lip. His flared crown tugged at her every ripple and fold, nerves lighting up with dancing sparks of sensation as it passed. It was incredible, and yet, it was just the prelude to something much more impressive. Suddenly, he pulled her down, his hips shooting up to meet hers, driving his red-hot rocket into her to the hilt, setting off an explosion that rocked her lithe teenage body, every bit as spectacular as the burst of colored sparks that went off high above the water.
Daddy was a beast, fucking his little girl from below wildly as he jerked her hips up and down on his length, never settling into a rhythm, always keeping her guessing as to when the next thrust would come. She writhed atop him uncontrollably, whimpering and gasping and moaning softly as she struggled to hold back the sounds of her ecstasy. That long, thick, meaty cock slammed into her again and again, pounding her relentlessly, each thrust an explosion more glorious than the brilliant light show in the sky above them. She knew it was wrong, that she should stop, that is was getting out of hand, that they’d be discovered at this rate. But she couldn’t stop herself from letting her head fall back onto Daddy’s shoulder and whispering hot, breathy words of lewd encouragement into his ear. “Harder, daddy.” “More, daddy” “So big, daddy.” “I’m your slut, daddy. Fuck your little slut.”
“Ugh, fuck…” Daddy’s deep voice muttered between hot, panting breaths. She could feel his cock pulsing, throbbing inside her, bucking with arousal as it pounded into her over and over. He was getting close, and so was she. She needed to pull off him, quick! She knew she was out of birth control, and he wasn’t wearing a condom, either. She couldn’t let him cum inside her unprotected pussy and flood her depths with the same hot, thick, virile seed that made her until his fat balls were completely drained... She moaned out, rolling her hips lewdly against his. The more she thought about how wrong and dangerous it was, the stronger the craving grew, and the weaker her resolve. Her perverse desires aside, she couldn’t let it happen! And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to stop herself from rolling her hips around him desperately, her own release was so close…
Even as she tried to stop it, her head fell back to his shoulder once again, lips just inches from his ear. She shouldn’t say it, she couldn’t say it. But her lips parted anyways. “Cum, daddy. Cum in me.” She pleaded breathily as her rational mind helplessly screamed objections.
“Ooh, it’s the finale!” Her mother cooed, not more than five feet away from father and daughter engaged in the most taboo act they could possibly commit. She gestured across the water as dozens of sparkling trails launched into the sky. Once again, she was more right than she knew. Daddy’s grip tightened almost painfully around Cynthia’s hips, fingers biting into flesh as he suddenly accelerated, jackhammering his incredibly long, thick cock into her quivering pussy. Her eyes went wide, her lips parting wide as rapid-fire explosions of pleasure tore through her body, a throaty moan, the unmistakable sound of pure lust, bubbling up from deep inside her. But all that emerged was a strangled squeak, the air suddenly stolen from her lungs by a massive, overwhelming wave of pure pleasure that ripped through her. Her entire body locked up as a massive orgasm hit her, her every muscle straining tight as she froze in place, only her core still moving as it trembled and spasmed wildly around her daddy’s cock.
As dozens of fireworks burst into a thousand-thousand colorful sparks overhead, and her conscious mind was overwhelmed with blinding pleasure, all she could do was he could feel. Feel her daddy slam her down on his cock to the hilt. Feel that monstrous shaft lurch and throb violently inside her spasming pussy. Feel his body tense up against her back. Feel his shaft pulsing inside her once, twice, then finally fire, shooting off a white-hot streamer of thick, creamy daddy-cum into her, striking her inner walls with impressive force and splattering in all directions. Feel the heat of his molten seed as his cock fired off blast after blast, painting her depths with his potent spunk. Feel him filling her, pumping more and more and more of that boiling-hot spunk into her with each shot, until she could hold no more.
There was one last dull boom, a massive star of golden sparks filling the sky to signal the end of the show as father and daughter panted softly, still joined at the hips, recovering from their illicit tryst. “Wow… That was quite the show!” Cynthia’s mother cooed, smiling softly as she looked over to them. It took them a moment to realize they had to respond, but the two nodded, eagerly agreeing with her. She smiled, pushing herself to her feet and stretching for a moment, before ushering Cythia’s younger siblings to start packing up the blankets and chairs. With the little ones busy, she turned back to her husband and daughter and walked closer. “Maybe next time I’ll try to find a spot with a better view.” She commented, casually, placing a hand on her husband’s shoulder, then suddenly bending down to put her lips to his ear. “Or maybe we can arrange a repeat performance. Something more… intimate.” She purred softly, just loud enough for Cynthia to hear, before swiftly turning away and helping the kids get the stuff in the car, leaving father and daughter sitting there, stunned.
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Daddy's Home: Ch.10 [FINAL CHAPTER!]
[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, with the FINAL* chapter of Daddy's Home! FINALLY, right? It took a little more than two month's work, with more restarts, rewrites, and revisions than I care to contemplate, but I wanted to end this one on a bang. Well, a series of bangs in rapid succession, I suppose. I just wanna thank everyone SO MUCH for all the comments/love on this story. I'd never have gotten my start as a smut-peddler were it not for the entirely unexpected takeoff of this story, and I'm eternally grateful to each and every one of you. I hope you enjoy the culmination of this series, and hopefully, you'll find it was worth the wait!
*Okay, not really FINAL. This is far from the end for Rich, Sam, Anna, Aiko, Rosa and Diamond. This particularly set of stories is complete, but I've got plenty of plans for what happens to them down the road! Maybe more chapters. Maybe shorts. Maybe a whole new multi-chapter saga! But, for the moment, I've gotta move on, stretch my literary legs a bit. The polls are in and my next big, multi-chapter story is going to be By The Horns, the saga of a tauren paladin's journey across Azeroth, so check that out! I'll still be doing commissions, too, so keep an eye out! And who knows what else I might be getting up to? [redacted][/pre-story]
Chapter 10: A New Day
Samantha moaned softly, her voice hot and breathy as she let her tongue roll from her mouth, her lips painted with smeared, smudged black lipstick. She flattened the wet, pink muscle against the base of the iron-hard pillar of thick, vein-marbled cock before her. The rich, musky flavor of the cock that made her tongue tingle, and she could still taste the lingering hints of her friend’s juices on the beastly shaft. She crawled forward, her tongue tracing a lazy zigzag as she dragged it slowly, sensually, up the bulging foot-and-a-half cum-tube that ran along the underside of that intimidating, intoxicating cock. As she neared the tip, the sheer length of the monstrous member allowed her pillowy volleyball-sized breasts to encircle the base of the shaft, even her impossible 32H chest struggling to fully wrap around its thickness. It was as big around as a two-liter bottle, and it throbbed with lust under her skillful touch.
*Okay, not really FINAL. This is far from the end for Rich, Sam, Anna, Aiko, Rosa and Diamond. This particularly set of stories is complete, but I've got plenty of plans for what happens to them down the road! Maybe more chapters. Maybe shorts. Maybe a whole new multi-chapter saga! But, for the moment, I've gotta move on, stretch my literary legs a bit. The polls are in and my next big, multi-chapter story is going to be By The Horns, the saga of a tauren paladin's journey across Azeroth, so check that out! I'll still be doing commissions, too, so keep an eye out! And who knows what else I might be getting up to? [redacted][/pre-story]
Chapter 10: A New Day
Samantha moaned softly, her voice hot and breathy as she let her tongue roll from her mouth, her lips painted with smeared, smudged black lipstick. She flattened the wet, pink muscle against the base of the iron-hard pillar of thick, vein-marbled cock before her. The rich, musky flavor of the cock that made her tongue tingle, and she could still taste the lingering hints of her friend’s juices on the beastly shaft. She crawled forward, her tongue tracing a lazy zigzag as she dragged it slowly, sensually, up the bulging foot-and-a-half cum-tube that ran along the underside of that intimidating, intoxicating cock. As she neared the tip, the sheer length of the monstrous member allowed her pillowy volleyball-sized breasts to encircle the base of the shaft, even her impossible 32H chest struggling to fully wrap around its thickness. It was as big around as a two-liter bottle, and it throbbed with lust under her skillful touch.
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Daddy's Home: Ch. 10 [preview]
[Pre-Story]Hey there, Squish here, with the preview for the FINAL chapter of Daddy's Home! It's taken quite a while, but I wanted to make sure I ended this one with a bang, get all the details PERFECT before I put it out there. The preview's a bit short, but don't you worry, that's only because the entire thing is PACKED with sexiness from start to finish, and I don't want to give away too much right away. [redacted][/Pre-Story]
A New Day
Samantha moaned softly, her voice hot and breathy as she let her tongue roll from her mouth, her lips painted with smeared, smudged black lipstick. She flattened the wet, pink muscle against the base of the iron-hard pillar of thick, vein-marbled cock before her. The rich, musky flavor of the cock that made her tongue tingle, and she could still taste the lingering hints of her friend’s juices on the beastly shaft. She crawled forward, her tongue tracing a lazy zigzag as she dragged it slowly, sensually, up the bulging foot-and-a-half cum-tube that ran along the underside of that intimidating, intoxicating cock. As she neared the tip, the sheer length of the monstrous member allowed her pillowy volleyball-sized breasts to encircle the base of the shaft, even her impossible 32H chest struggling to fully wrap around its thickness. It was as big around as a two-liter bottle, and it throbbed with lust under her skillful touch.
As Sam’s tongue finally arrived at that bulging, apple-sized crown, she let out a soft moan, her tongue swirling over the smooth, pulsing tip. Her hands came up to cup her mountainous melons and give them a squeeze, wrapping them tighter around the cock. It was so hot, so hard, and so strong, with every powerful pulse she thought it might pull itself free from her lusty embrace. She couldn’t resist a momentary indulgence of her own pleasure, her black-painted fingernails roaming across the smooth, pale flesh of her breasts, seeking out the pink peaks. Her thumb and forefingers found her peachy pleasure buds and pinches sharply, making her moan into his cockhead. She gave the mighty shaft a lewd kiss as she toyed with her nipples, tweaking them and tugging at the silver barbells piercing through them.
Richard let loose a deep, rumbling groan as his beloved daughter serviced his titanic cock, pleasuring a case of morning wood so spectacular as to inspire analogies to mighty redwoods. He lay back, still rising from the depths of slumber as Sam’s full, jiggling breasts squeezed around the root of his mammoth, ivory cock. Every soft moan of lust and pleasure that she murmured around his spit-polished crown as she teased her tender nipples resonated in his ears, a sweeter symphony than the birds could ever sing. Her sapphire eyes opened once more, staring directly into his as her lips popped off the fat crown of his cock and curled into a bright, cheerful smile. The expression almost seemed ill-fitting, framed by her dark, silky hair, and buried beneath the smudged, streaked, and splattered dark makeup still on her face after last night’s messy entertainment. And yet it beamed up at him like the rising sun. “Good morning, baby.” he finally greeted, his voice still deep with sleep. [/preview]
A New Day
Samantha moaned softly, her voice hot and breathy as she let her tongue roll from her mouth, her lips painted with smeared, smudged black lipstick. She flattened the wet, pink muscle against the base of the iron-hard pillar of thick, vein-marbled cock before her. The rich, musky flavor of the cock that made her tongue tingle, and she could still taste the lingering hints of her friend’s juices on the beastly shaft. She crawled forward, her tongue tracing a lazy zigzag as she dragged it slowly, sensually, up the bulging foot-and-a-half cum-tube that ran along the underside of that intimidating, intoxicating cock. As she neared the tip, the sheer length of the monstrous member allowed her pillowy volleyball-sized breasts to encircle the base of the shaft, even her impossible 32H chest struggling to fully wrap around its thickness. It was as big around as a two-liter bottle, and it throbbed with lust under her skillful touch.
As Sam’s tongue finally arrived at that bulging, apple-sized crown, she let out a soft moan, her tongue swirling over the smooth, pulsing tip. Her hands came up to cup her mountainous melons and give them a squeeze, wrapping them tighter around the cock. It was so hot, so hard, and so strong, with every powerful pulse she thought it might pull itself free from her lusty embrace. She couldn’t resist a momentary indulgence of her own pleasure, her black-painted fingernails roaming across the smooth, pale flesh of her breasts, seeking out the pink peaks. Her thumb and forefingers found her peachy pleasure buds and pinches sharply, making her moan into his cockhead. She gave the mighty shaft a lewd kiss as she toyed with her nipples, tweaking them and tugging at the silver barbells piercing through them.
Richard let loose a deep, rumbling groan as his beloved daughter serviced his titanic cock, pleasuring a case of morning wood so spectacular as to inspire analogies to mighty redwoods. He lay back, still rising from the depths of slumber as Sam’s full, jiggling breasts squeezed around the root of his mammoth, ivory cock. Every soft moan of lust and pleasure that she murmured around his spit-polished crown as she teased her tender nipples resonated in his ears, a sweeter symphony than the birds could ever sing. Her sapphire eyes opened once more, staring directly into his as her lips popped off the fat crown of his cock and curled into a bright, cheerful smile. The expression almost seemed ill-fitting, framed by her dark, silky hair, and buried beneath the smudged, streaked, and splattered dark makeup still on her face after last night’s messy entertainment. And yet it beamed up at him like the rising sun. “Good morning, baby.” he finally greeted, his voice still deep with sleep. [/preview]
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Daddy's Home Ch. 9
[pre-story]
Hello, my faithful readers!
It’s been much, much too long since the last time I posted a new chapter of my most popular story. But I hope you’ll agree it was well worth the wait!
In the meantime, I’ve been rather busy. There are a lot of new commissions going now, and the first chapters of the three stories in the running to replace this one as my main project. [redacted]
Anyways, I hope you enjoy the new chapter! One more to go and the main storyline is officially wrapped up.
Content Warning: Huge cock, Unrealistic anatomy, Incest, Bisexual ladies, Harem
[/pre-story]
Chapter 9: Daddy’s Favorite
The black velvet veil of sleep slowly lifted from his mind as he was gently pulled back to wakefulness by a familiar sensation, a warm, wet suction, engulfing his groin. He groaned with pleasure, his voice deep with sleep as he stirred, blinking bleary eyes as he looked down to see a head-sized bulge bobbing under the sheets between his legs. He let his head fall back, groaning again, as his mind sputtered to life like an old engine trying to find its timing. As he lay there, savoring the sensation of a particularly talented pair of lips and a teasing tongue, his thoughts turned to the night before.
It was… hazy. He remembered dinner pretty clearly, but after that, his memories were scattered, fragments of images and sensations. The soft warmth of skin pressed against his. The mingled scents of sweat, womanly nectar, and cum. The taste of cherry lip gloss. The sound of a girl moaning and begging for more. A flash of a luscious female form, writhing beneath him. He let out another deep groan under the talented tongue flicking over his shaft as the memories crystallized, his mind fitting the chaotic jumble of pieces together into something that made sense.
Hello, my faithful readers!
It’s been much, much too long since the last time I posted a new chapter of my most popular story. But I hope you’ll agree it was well worth the wait!
In the meantime, I’ve been rather busy. There are a lot of new commissions going now, and the first chapters of the three stories in the running to replace this one as my main project. [redacted]
Anyways, I hope you enjoy the new chapter! One more to go and the main storyline is officially wrapped up.
Content Warning: Huge cock, Unrealistic anatomy, Incest, Bisexual ladies, Harem
[/pre-story]
Chapter 9: Daddy’s Favorite
The black velvet veil of sleep slowly lifted from his mind as he was gently pulled back to wakefulness by a familiar sensation, a warm, wet suction, engulfing his groin. He groaned with pleasure, his voice deep with sleep as he stirred, blinking bleary eyes as he looked down to see a head-sized bulge bobbing under the sheets between his legs. He let his head fall back, groaning again, as his mind sputtered to life like an old engine trying to find its timing. As he lay there, savoring the sensation of a particularly talented pair of lips and a teasing tongue, his thoughts turned to the night before.
It was… hazy. He remembered dinner pretty clearly, but after that, his memories were scattered, fragments of images and sensations. The soft warmth of skin pressed against his. The mingled scents of sweat, womanly nectar, and cum. The taste of cherry lip gloss. The sound of a girl moaning and begging for more. A flash of a luscious female form, writhing beneath him. He let out another deep groan under the talented tongue flicking over his shaft as the memories crystallized, his mind fitting the chaotic jumble of pieces together into something that made sense.
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
Daddy's Home: Ch. 9 [Preview]
[pre-story]
Hello, my faithful readers!
It’s been much, much too long since the last time I posted a new chapter of my most popular story. But I hope you’ll agree it was worth the wait! [redacted]
In the meantime, I’ve been rather busy. There are a lot of new commissions going now, and the first chapters of the three stories in the running to replace this one as my main project. [redacted]
Anyways, I hope you enjoy the new chapter! One more to go and the main storyline is officially wrapped up.
[/pre-story]
Chapter 9: Daddy’s Favorite
The black velvet veil of sleep slowly lifted from his mind as he was gently pulled back to wakefulness by a familiar sensation, a warm, wet suction, engulfing his groin. He groaned with pleasure, his voice deep with sleep as he stirred, blinking bleary eyes as he looked down to see a head-sized bulge bobbing under the sheets between his legs. He let his head fall back, groaning again, as his mind sputtered to life like an old engine trying to find its timing. As he lay there, savoring the sensation of a particularly talented pair of lips and a teasing tongue, his thoughts turned to the night before.
It was… hazy. He remembered dinner pretty clearly, but after that, his memories were scattered, fragments of images and sensations. The soft warmth of skin pressed against his. The mingled scents of sweat, womanly nectar, and cum. The taste of cherry lip gloss. The sound of a girl moaning and begging for more. A flash of a luscious female form, writhing beneath him. He let out another deep groan under the talented tongue flicking over his shaft as the memories crystallized, his mind fitting the chaotic jumble of pieces together into something that made sense.
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Rich’s baritone voice called out, deep and loud, the call resonating through the house to fill every room and grab the attention of everyone who heard it.
“Dinner~!”
He grinned, pulling on his oven mitts and turning to the stove. A wall of intense heat washed over his face as the oven door opened, making his squint as he reached into it. His hands found his prize, swiftly pulling a casserole dish out of the heat and kicking the door shut, spinning on his heel to carry the bubbling baking dish to the table. He had to admit, it was much more fun to cook for the whole gang like he used to, rather than just for himself and Sam. The day had been unusual from the very start, to say the least, but it seemed like the simple act of cooking everyone dinner seemed to give a sense of normalcy back to the day. He set the dish down carefully on a hot pad, and pulled the tinfoil covers off the other serving dishes, letting the scent of food flood the room just as the girls began to arrive.
Sam rounded the corner, wearing nothing but black-and-purple striped stockings and an oversized black band t-shirt that came down low enough to just barely hide her ass. She had a whole drawer full of them, and often wore them as pajamas, a habit that had been rather troublesome until very, very recently. Her eyes widened at the spread laid out on the table. “Wow! You really went all-out, huh?” She exclaimed, looking over the buffet before her with a hungry look. The casserole dish still bubbled slowly, filled to almost overflowing with Rich’s fancy four-cheese macaroni, the thick, creamy sauce baked to a delicious golden brown on the surface, finely-chopped bacon bits sprinkled over the top and stirred into the sauce. On the serving platter lay a half-dozen steaks, dark grill lines criss-crossing the thick, meaty slabs, liberally dusted with pepper and spices before being seared to a perfect medium rare. The serving bowl beside it overflowed with rich emerald green broccoli crowns, stir-fried with plentiful butter and garlic until they were just tender.
Anna followed swiftly on Sam’s heels, still wearing her impossibly overfilled parody of a schoolgirl uniform, her epic, heaving, basketball-sized freckled tits straining against the top as she drew in a deep breath. “Damn, that smells fantastic!” She commented as she let the breath out in a sigh, breasts wobbling with momentum as she opened her eyes.
The two girls quickly found themselves a pair of seats, Sam settling in next to her father’s seat at the head of the table, grinning broadly. “I know, right?” She agreed, licking her black-painted lips. “It feels like it’s been a year since breakfast!” She added, eyes flicking from dish to dish like she wasn’t sure where to start.
[/preview]
Hello, my faithful readers!
It’s been much, much too long since the last time I posted a new chapter of my most popular story. But I hope you’ll agree it was worth the wait! [redacted]
In the meantime, I’ve been rather busy. There are a lot of new commissions going now, and the first chapters of the three stories in the running to replace this one as my main project. [redacted]
Anyways, I hope you enjoy the new chapter! One more to go and the main storyline is officially wrapped up.
[/pre-story]
Chapter 9: Daddy’s Favorite
The black velvet veil of sleep slowly lifted from his mind as he was gently pulled back to wakefulness by a familiar sensation, a warm, wet suction, engulfing his groin. He groaned with pleasure, his voice deep with sleep as he stirred, blinking bleary eyes as he looked down to see a head-sized bulge bobbing under the sheets between his legs. He let his head fall back, groaning again, as his mind sputtered to life like an old engine trying to find its timing. As he lay there, savoring the sensation of a particularly talented pair of lips and a teasing tongue, his thoughts turned to the night before.
It was… hazy. He remembered dinner pretty clearly, but after that, his memories were scattered, fragments of images and sensations. The soft warmth of skin pressed against his. The mingled scents of sweat, womanly nectar, and cum. The taste of cherry lip gloss. The sound of a girl moaning and begging for more. A flash of a luscious female form, writhing beneath him. He let out another deep groan under the talented tongue flicking over his shaft as the memories crystallized, his mind fitting the chaotic jumble of pieces together into something that made sense.
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Rich’s baritone voice called out, deep and loud, the call resonating through the house to fill every room and grab the attention of everyone who heard it.
“Dinner~!”
He grinned, pulling on his oven mitts and turning to the stove. A wall of intense heat washed over his face as the oven door opened, making his squint as he reached into it. His hands found his prize, swiftly pulling a casserole dish out of the heat and kicking the door shut, spinning on his heel to carry the bubbling baking dish to the table. He had to admit, it was much more fun to cook for the whole gang like he used to, rather than just for himself and Sam. The day had been unusual from the very start, to say the least, but it seemed like the simple act of cooking everyone dinner seemed to give a sense of normalcy back to the day. He set the dish down carefully on a hot pad, and pulled the tinfoil covers off the other serving dishes, letting the scent of food flood the room just as the girls began to arrive.
Sam rounded the corner, wearing nothing but black-and-purple striped stockings and an oversized black band t-shirt that came down low enough to just barely hide her ass. She had a whole drawer full of them, and often wore them as pajamas, a habit that had been rather troublesome until very, very recently. Her eyes widened at the spread laid out on the table. “Wow! You really went all-out, huh?” She exclaimed, looking over the buffet before her with a hungry look. The casserole dish still bubbled slowly, filled to almost overflowing with Rich’s fancy four-cheese macaroni, the thick, creamy sauce baked to a delicious golden brown on the surface, finely-chopped bacon bits sprinkled over the top and stirred into the sauce. On the serving platter lay a half-dozen steaks, dark grill lines criss-crossing the thick, meaty slabs, liberally dusted with pepper and spices before being seared to a perfect medium rare. The serving bowl beside it overflowed with rich emerald green broccoli crowns, stir-fried with plentiful butter and garlic until they were just tender.
Anna followed swiftly on Sam’s heels, still wearing her impossibly overfilled parody of a schoolgirl uniform, her epic, heaving, basketball-sized freckled tits straining against the top as she drew in a deep breath. “Damn, that smells fantastic!” She commented as she let the breath out in a sigh, breasts wobbling with momentum as she opened her eyes.
The two girls quickly found themselves a pair of seats, Sam settling in next to her father’s seat at the head of the table, grinning broadly. “I know, right?” She agreed, licking her black-painted lips. “It feels like it’s been a year since breakfast!” She added, eyes flicking from dish to dish like she wasn’t sure where to start.
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Thursday, October 30, 2014
Daddy's Home Ch. 6
Chapter 6: The
Naughty One
The guest room's silver doorknob turned, and the heavy door swung open wide. The scent of pure sex rolled out of the room like fog, freed from it's cage, and poured itself into the hallway, rolling around the legs of the powerful figure that loomed in the door frame. Richard cut an imposing silhouette, with the light behind him, his long shadow falling across the carpet of the hallway and onto the opposite wall, concealing his features in darkness. As he stepped through the portal into the hall, the lighting began to even out, and one could see his thick, powerful slabs of rippling muscle, only further emphasized by the sheen of sweat covering his body. Between his legs swung a fearsome monster, only half-hard and still more than a foot long, struggling to support itself it's own immense weight. The titanic shaft gleamed with the juices of the peacefully slumbering petite teen not fifteen feet behind him, her swollen womb still swimming with a gallon of potent baby-batter. He'd certainly enjoyed their intense fuck, but he shifted his attention to the task at hand, to do the same for three more girls before the day's end. His member lurched with it's approval of the plan.
He turned for the stairs and began to stride forward, long, confident strides quickly eating up the distance to his next target. He had to admit, he was somewhat curious as to what the girls had all been doing while he was occupied with Aiko. Almost as though to answer his unspoken question, a faint and curious sound met his ears, one he almost recognized. He paused, listening intently for the source of it for a long moment before it came to his ears once again. He turned, his previous haste forgotten as curiosity overtook him, eyes looking on the door to his daughter's room, a sliver of light escaping into the windowless hall through the tiny gap between door and door frame. His brows furrowed as he tried to place the sound he was hearing, it was just too quiet to place it but he knew he recognized it somehow. He reached out, pushing the door open just a little bit wider. A scent rolled out to meet him, a familiar scent, but one just as unrecognizable as that odd sound. Speaking of the sound, it definitely got louder as the door opened. And now there was a new sound, a hum that rose and fell in volume, a rhythmic pulsing. He puzzled at that for a moment, before curiosity got the better of him and he pushed the door open wide enough to stick his head in.
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Daddy's Home Ch. 4
Daddy's Home: Ch. 4; The Girls Arrive
10:05 AM: The Butler home.
The entire normally-tidy house looked like a tornado composed of beer, hormones, and tacky costume parts had raged through its halls. Empty beer bottles, discarded stockings and gloves, the occasional puddle of teenager-vomit, and even a few still-unconscious party-goers were scattered about, tucked into corners or slumped against walls. Someone had left an empty knee-high high-heeled boot standing by the stairs, and somebody else had decided it was as good a place as any to deposit a technicolor yawn. One by one the lingering guests were still struggling to rise from their resting places, and shuffle, zombie like, back to their homes, under the weight of some simply monstrous hangovers. Glasses and plates were broken, remotes and other devices mysteriously missing, some things moved to some inexplicable locations, to be discovered at some later date. All in all, a rather successful party, even if Samantha didn't show up.
It was a rather standard state of affairs after a party thrown by Annabeth Butler, the curvaceous redhead who planned the event, the only daughter of the homeowners. She was, at the moment, sleeping off a devastating hangover in her room. The room itself looked much like the rest of the house did, though with fewer bottles and no puke. This was it’s natural state, however, not caused by last night’s festivities. Anna slept on the rumpled bed, the sheets cast away in the night to reveal her nearly naked form. Her brilliant coppery hair formed a halo around her sleeping face, the tight curls spread around her on the pillow. Her face was covered by the smudged and smeared makeup she hadn't had the energy to shed last night, somewhat obscuring her features. Her very pale skin was soft and creamy, decorated with a constellation of tiny freckles, a band that across her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose, and another that ran up one arm, over the shoulder, across her chest along the uppermost slopes of her fantastic tits, and down the other arm again. Those immense globes caught quite a bit of sun, each one nearly the size of a basketball, barely contained at the moment by a custom-made sleeping bra that kept her endowments from wobbling wildly with every moment. If ever a chest had deserved the descriptor ‘Epic‘, this was the one.
10:05 AM: The Butler home.
The entire normally-tidy house looked like a tornado composed of beer, hormones, and tacky costume parts had raged through its halls. Empty beer bottles, discarded stockings and gloves, the occasional puddle of teenager-vomit, and even a few still-unconscious party-goers were scattered about, tucked into corners or slumped against walls. Someone had left an empty knee-high high-heeled boot standing by the stairs, and somebody else had decided it was as good a place as any to deposit a technicolor yawn. One by one the lingering guests were still struggling to rise from their resting places, and shuffle, zombie like, back to their homes, under the weight of some simply monstrous hangovers. Glasses and plates were broken, remotes and other devices mysteriously missing, some things moved to some inexplicable locations, to be discovered at some later date. All in all, a rather successful party, even if Samantha didn't show up.
It was a rather standard state of affairs after a party thrown by Annabeth Butler, the curvaceous redhead who planned the event, the only daughter of the homeowners. She was, at the moment, sleeping off a devastating hangover in her room. The room itself looked much like the rest of the house did, though with fewer bottles and no puke. This was it’s natural state, however, not caused by last night’s festivities. Anna slept on the rumpled bed, the sheets cast away in the night to reveal her nearly naked form. Her brilliant coppery hair formed a halo around her sleeping face, the tight curls spread around her on the pillow. Her face was covered by the smudged and smeared makeup she hadn't had the energy to shed last night, somewhat obscuring her features. Her very pale skin was soft and creamy, decorated with a constellation of tiny freckles, a band that across her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose, and another that ran up one arm, over the shoulder, across her chest along the uppermost slopes of her fantastic tits, and down the other arm again. Those immense globes caught quite a bit of sun, each one nearly the size of a basketball, barely contained at the moment by a custom-made sleeping bra that kept her endowments from wobbling wildly with every moment. If ever a chest had deserved the descriptor ‘Epic‘, this was the one.
Daddy's Home Ch. 3
Daddy's Home: Ch. 3; The Morning After
The morning sun filtered through the bedroom’s blinds, casting lines golden of light on the bedroom floor. These lines slowly crept up the bed, illuminating a chaotic scene. The sheets are a mess, thrown all around the bed in messy piles and thoroughly wrinkled. Pools of cum had dried up overnight, leaving crusty spots here and there, and in the middle of the mess was the naked form of Samantha, sprawled across the king-sized bed, laying where she’d fallen in the wake of some truly incredible sex, sprawled on her back. The light crept up her body slowly as the sun rose higher, from her black leather boots, past her well-fucked pussy, up to those massive breasts. Her nipple barbells glimmered in the morning sun as the rays of light rolled over those imposing peaks, before the sunlight finally settled on her eyelids.
Her eyes squeezed tight as the light hit them and she tried to shut out the light as much as possible, but it was already too late. The sudden light had woken her, despite her best efforts. She groaned her displeasure at being awoken and rolled over, pushing her face into the sheets to try to escape the coming of morning, seeking to flee back into the blissful darkness of sleep. It took her a moment of feeling the silk on her cheek before she realized that these weren't her sheets. Suddenly, the events of the previous evening came rushing back to her, a blur of sex, cum, and orgasms. So many orgasms. Then she felt the ache from between her thighs and groaned again. Perhaps six rounds was too many for one night… Not that she regretted a second of it. Her pussy throbbed softly, a gentle ache and a naughty tingle rolling over her with each pulse. She smiled she ran a finger down her belly to touch her clit at the memories of last night, of her and her daddy, bodies wrapped around each other in the throes of what had to be the most incredible sex in history. Speaking of him, where was he? She glanced around the room, rubbing the sleep out of the corners of her eyes, and found him absent. Well, knowing daddy, there were only a few places he would be before noon. She smiled softly as she rose from the bed, reaching out to take hold of her phone. It was just as well he’d left already, she supposed. She had some calls to make.
The morning sun filtered through the bedroom’s blinds, casting lines golden of light on the bedroom floor. These lines slowly crept up the bed, illuminating a chaotic scene. The sheets are a mess, thrown all around the bed in messy piles and thoroughly wrinkled. Pools of cum had dried up overnight, leaving crusty spots here and there, and in the middle of the mess was the naked form of Samantha, sprawled across the king-sized bed, laying where she’d fallen in the wake of some truly incredible sex, sprawled on her back. The light crept up her body slowly as the sun rose higher, from her black leather boots, past her well-fucked pussy, up to those massive breasts. Her nipple barbells glimmered in the morning sun as the rays of light rolled over those imposing peaks, before the sunlight finally settled on her eyelids.
Her eyes squeezed tight as the light hit them and she tried to shut out the light as much as possible, but it was already too late. The sudden light had woken her, despite her best efforts. She groaned her displeasure at being awoken and rolled over, pushing her face into the sheets to try to escape the coming of morning, seeking to flee back into the blissful darkness of sleep. It took her a moment of feeling the silk on her cheek before she realized that these weren't her sheets. Suddenly, the events of the previous evening came rushing back to her, a blur of sex, cum, and orgasms. So many orgasms. Then she felt the ache from between her thighs and groaned again. Perhaps six rounds was too many for one night… Not that she regretted a second of it. Her pussy throbbed softly, a gentle ache and a naughty tingle rolling over her with each pulse. She smiled she ran a finger down her belly to touch her clit at the memories of last night, of her and her daddy, bodies wrapped around each other in the throes of what had to be the most incredible sex in history. Speaking of him, where was he? She glanced around the room, rubbing the sleep out of the corners of her eyes, and found him absent. Well, knowing daddy, there were only a few places he would be before noon. She smiled softly as she rose from the bed, reaching out to take hold of her phone. It was just as well he’d left already, she supposed. She had some calls to make.
Daddy's Home Ch. 2
Daddy's Home: Ch. 2; First Time
Ten minutes has never felt so long for anyone else in the world. It had only taken a minute for Rich to get everything cleaned up downstairs, and then he’d headed upstairs. And that’s when he’d started to wait. For the first minute or so, he lay on the bed, eagerly anticipating what was going to happen next. Then he began to doubt, and once he began, it ran around in his head, getting worse and worse. Was this really the way a father should be acting? She said she wanted it, but did she really know what she wanted? She was only a teenager, after all. Was this taking advantage of her? Was he a good father? Would a good father force his little girl to suck him off and swallow every inch of his shaft? What if he’d scared her off by being that rough? What if she regretted everything now? What if she was sneaking out the bathroom window right now to run away? Or to report him to the police? Or child services? What if she was running through the streets half-naked and screaming rape? As his paranoia grew, he began to pace around the bed, running a hand through his hair, struggling with these moral questions.
A glance toward the door suddenly cleared his mind of his worries. There, in the door frame, was a boot. A black leather platform boot, with gleaming silver buckles all the way up to the knee, and an extra-tall slutty heel. Emerging from the boot was a black-and purple striped stocking that went about halfway up the thigh of a very shapely, pale leg. The source of the leg was hidden by door frame, a luring sight as the toe slowly dragged across the floor, almost beckoning with the movement. He felt a fresh rush of blood returning to his flagging hard-on, swiftly bringing it back to its former glory.
Ten minutes has never felt so long for anyone else in the world. It had only taken a minute for Rich to get everything cleaned up downstairs, and then he’d headed upstairs. And that’s when he’d started to wait. For the first minute or so, he lay on the bed, eagerly anticipating what was going to happen next. Then he began to doubt, and once he began, it ran around in his head, getting worse and worse. Was this really the way a father should be acting? She said she wanted it, but did she really know what she wanted? She was only a teenager, after all. Was this taking advantage of her? Was he a good father? Would a good father force his little girl to suck him off and swallow every inch of his shaft? What if he’d scared her off by being that rough? What if she regretted everything now? What if she was sneaking out the bathroom window right now to run away? Or to report him to the police? Or child services? What if she was running through the streets half-naked and screaming rape? As his paranoia grew, he began to pace around the bed, running a hand through his hair, struggling with these moral questions.
A glance toward the door suddenly cleared his mind of his worries. There, in the door frame, was a boot. A black leather platform boot, with gleaming silver buckles all the way up to the knee, and an extra-tall slutty heel. Emerging from the boot was a black-and purple striped stocking that went about halfway up the thigh of a very shapely, pale leg. The source of the leg was hidden by door frame, a luring sight as the toe slowly dragged across the floor, almost beckoning with the movement. He felt a fresh rush of blood returning to his flagging hard-on, swiftly bringing it back to its former glory.
Daddy's Home Ch. 1
Daddy's Home: CH. 1; Welcome Home
Richard Johnson was a patient man. He had to be, bearing a name like his. He was a calm, level-headed man, who generally lived by the rules and made reasonable plans for the future. He was responsible, dependable, and cautious. For two years and three months, he’d been a loving husband, and for the seventeen years since then, he’d been a good, loving father to his daughter. That’s not to say he was an average sort of man. He’d lived a very unusual life. He’d always been a bit of a jock, and played tackle on the football team in his school. When he was eighteen, he’d married his high school sweetheart. Unfortunately, he hadn't been impressive enough to merit a scholarship like some of his teammates, but he soon landed in his feet in an unexpected profession. Professional wrestling. Initially he was part-time, wrestling at a local gym for a cut of the tickets while he went to college. But when his wife passed, he’d left school and thrown himself into his work to make the money he needed. Over the next eight years, he’d risen up to the national stage under the persona of ‘Tombstone’. The costume was a bit embarrassing, a weird combination of KISS’s costume style and Lobo’s personality, with a dash of Hulk Hogan for good measure. While his co-workers spent their fortunes on large houses and extravagance, he invested and saved his money. In his eighth year, he suffered an injury to his knee, and had to retire. Since then he’d spent his time at home living with his daughter, occasionally going off for a few days at a time to do commercials or the occasional movie appearance.
For a man of 36, he was in great shape. He had to be to fit into the costume. He stood 6’4”, with broad, powerful shoulders, muscular arms, and sharply-defined abs. He had short black hair that he spiked up when in costume, sharp blue eyes, and a handsome face with a square, clean-shaven jaw. He had a fake mustache to wear in costume, he got recognized too often if he just let it grow. At the moment his muscular figure was wrapped up in business casual, a white, collared shirt that bulged around his muscles, black slacks, and worst of all, a tie. He hated ties. Currently he was driving back home in his favorite car, a cherry red muscle car with a very satisfying roar when he pushed down the gas. He only allowed himself to drive it when he was doing appearances. He cranked the wheel right and turned onto his street, casting his gaze toward his home. It wasn’t a huge house, but it was more than big enough for just him and his daughter. Two stories, four bedrooms, a large kitchen, a finished basement with a home theater and a full gym, an in-ground pool and a hot tub in the back, and a two-car garage. And best of all, the place was paid for in full, no more mortgage to worry about.
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