Daddy's Home Ch. 03

After a few long seconds of this, she looked over her shoulder and gave him a little nod. He swallowed, and slowly pushed, delving deeper into her unexplored rear. Her greedy hole swallowed each inch he gave, gripping tight and refusing to let go. He pushed further, inch by inch, finding no end to it, his daughter’s tunnel twitching around the monster. Her teeth dug sharply into her lip, restraining the sounds of pleasure and pain she knew would make him stop again. She needed all of it. She needed to prove she could take it all.

When his hips met her plump rear, they both groaned out at once, her with triumph, he with sheer pleasure. She glanced back over her shoulder, looking for his approval, biting her lip at the feeling of being completely full of him. He gave another groan, his cock jumping inside her, his body showing it‘s approval. He reached forward and wrapped an arm around her ribs, lifting her until her back was against his broad chest. His fingers sank into her perfect tit, his other hand going south, two fingers circling his little girl’s clit. She moaned out, the waves of pleasure that rolled out from her pleasure bead easing the dull che of being stretched so thoroughly.

“Oh, daddy… It feels like you’re in my stomach. I’m so full of your cock…” She softly moaned, reaching back to weave her fingers into his hair. The two were still for a long moment, both softly moaning as she grew accustomed to his intrusion, the hot water cascading down their entwined bodies. Her hole gripped and squeezed his invader as it struggled to adapt to the size, drawing the occasional grunt from one of them. It seemed like an eternity had passed before she twisted her body, whispering in her daddy’s ear the three sexiest words. “Fuck me, daddy.”

His fingers squeezed her pleasure buds one final time before withdrawing, moving to take hold of her flared hips. She leaned forward again, hands on the glass of the shower wall as he began to move inside her. Slowly, he pulled back, his fat helmeted head dragging at her innermost walls, her tight little sphincter straining to hold him in. After about a foot of his thick shaft slid from her virgin hole, he drove forward once again, her rear swallowing his meaty cock as he smoothly fed the beast into her, all the way to the root. Unable to hold back her voice she let out a wavering, throaty moan, her hips pushing back involuntarily against his as the sensation washed over her. Nothing she’d prepared with was enough to compare to the immensity of her father’s meaty megacock, the raw pleasure of being claimed in all her holes by her daddy.

He began to fuck her teenage ass properly now, strong hands holding her hips as he began to pump that powerful shaft in and out of her incredibly tight rear. Every forward push left her feeling incredibly full, then wantingly empty once again. It was like he was reshaping her body with every stroke, training her holes to need him, to need her daddy’s superior cock to be satisfied, to be full. The concept of being made to shape her daddy’s desires made her pussy drip with her desires, and sent a shiver of taboo thrill up hher spine.

He could hardly believe what he was doing as his hips sawed back and forth, the water running through the valleys of his muscles as he moved. Many men had dreamed of situations like this. Here he was, feeding every last inch of his massive cock into the perfect ass of a willing girl hotter than any porn starlet, who was less than half his age. His own daughter! His shaft pulsed inside her as his arousal grew and grew.

He felt his hips speeding up subconsciously as the sensations of her depths drove him on. Each stroke was faster than the last, harder and stronger. Soon he was slamming his hips into his little girl again and again. The shower was filled with the animalistic sounds of their taboo lust, feral grunts, moans, and the slapping of flesh on flesh. He pushed forward hard, slamming into her ass each time with enough force to make her body jump, her cheeks jiggle. Her arms soon gave up under the power of his thrusts, and she fell forward, her massive tits flattened against the glass of the shower wall. She moaned at the feeling of contrast between the cold hard surface in front of her and her father’s unyielding heat and power behind her. She was pinned between his rock-hard body and a hard place, completely at his mercy, and all she could do was moan and beg for more.

“Ohhh~ daddy, YES! Fuck me harder! Oh, daddy, it’s so good! So good in my ass! Ohhh, I’m such a bad gir for loving this! It’ so wrong, so nasty, it’s just feels so GOOD!“ She moaned out over her shoulder, egging him on. The force of his thrusts pressed her cheek into the glass wall of the shower, her back arched to put her ass in the perfect position for a proper fucking.

He groaned his approval to her language and redoubled his efforts, hammering his thick shaft deep into her heart-shaped rear. “God, you’re such a hot little slut, I love it!” He grunted through his teeth and gave her rear a playful smack. “How does daddy’s cock feel in your tight little ass?” He growled, the water cascading down his frame as his abs pumped forward again and again.

She moaned. “Daddy, it’s so good! You’re so big! SO FUCKING BIIIG! It’s incredible! You fill me so good, I can’t live without it! I need daddy’s cock every day! Every day in every hole! Oh, never stop fucking me daddy, fuck me forever!” She babbled mindlessly as he pounded her plump rear, her ability to think clearly somewhat impeded by the crashing waves of pleasure echoing from thoroughly-fucked ass.

Her erotic begging seemed to be enough to flip his last switch. His hips sped up to a blur, jackhammering his monstrous member into her deepest depths. Her eyes went wide and a voiceless scream of pleasure halted on her lips as she felt him going berserk behind her. Each thrust pushed her further and further forward, her breasts crushed into the unyielding surface. Her legs too weak to fight the movement as she was lifted up the glass, her sliver nipple barbells dragging on it as she was moved. Soon she was completely flat against the glass, her hips pressed against it glass with each fearsome thrust from behind, her breasts pancaked into it, her father’s muscular frame keeping her there, unable to fight back against it. He was in a haze of lust, his mighty cock throbbing deep inside her as his release came closer and closer.

It was too much for her and her voice returned just in time for her to release a scream of pleasure as her holes spasmed and her body locked up, every muscle clenched tight while her word shook with the power of her orgasm. Her voice rose and fell as her father’s mighty thrusts pounded her gripping hole, using her body for his pleasure. The idea of being used like that drove her wild and only made her cream harder, her pussy squirting it’s juices all down the glass between her legs.

Her tightly-clenching hole was too much for him to handle for long, and he roared out as he dragged his entire shaft from her gripping butt in a single movement. Taking it in hand he stroked it, his hand a blur as the monster began to fire, unleashing a shower of thick, white streamers of molten-hot cum. Again and again his cannon of cock fired, splattering thick ropes of spunk all over her reddened cheeks and lower back. Even the powerful spray of the showerheads struggled to wash away the thick spunk that clung to her pale skin.

They both panted as they stood there together, bodies warm against each other as the afterglow slowly departed, each leaning on the other for support. But their moment of relaxation was short-lived. The shower heads sputtered. He knew that sound all too well, and he new what was coming, but it was too late for him to do anything about it. That hot water they’d been so enjoying was gone the next instant, hosing the two of then down in an arctic deluge. The two of them yelped in surprise and sputtered in a thoroughly undignified fashion. The two of them flailed for a moment, trying to shield themselves from the water before she grabbed the door handle and yanked it open. The two of them spilled out of the tiny room in a tangle, grabbing desperately for towels. As their eyes fell on each other, their spluttering faded out, replaced with laughter as the silliness of the situation dawned on them.

He braved the cold one more time to reach across the shower and hit the control panel, shutting the shower off. As he pulled away, he noted the time and shook his head. “So, for future reference, the fancy shower runs out of hot water in about an hour.” He commented with a chuckle as he turned back to his daughter, who was just finishing wiping herself off with a towel. She smirked, bundling up the wet towel. “Well, next time you’re just gonna have to go a little faster.” She commented, lobbing the balled-up towel at his face with a giggle.

He shook his head as he unbundled the towel and began to dry off while Sam bundled up her hair in a fresh towel. Mentally, he was busily readjusting his plane. Not there was barely more than a half an hour before the girls were set to arrive. That was barely enough time for food, and he was starving. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he turned to his little girl and laid out the new orders. “Alright, new plan. You go get dressed and made up, I go put on some underwear and make breakfast. Then we eat, and whatever time is left we can use to tidy up.”

She giggled and straightened up, still naked but for the towel around her hair. “Yes, sir, captain daddy sir!” she teased, giving a mock salute before falling back into giggles and turning toward the door to get started. He gave her rear a teasing swat once again. “Double time, missy!” She yelped and bolted off, her butt wagging alluringly as she did. He chuckled and shook his head and headed in the room to get ‘dressed’

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Fifteen minutes later, she descended the stairs, following the delicious smells of a fresh breakfast. She was wearing her very sexiest lingerie, a black, lacy set, including a custom bra to contain her massive endowments, a pair of tiny little panties, thigh-high stockings, and a garter belt. She had added a black choker, to compliment her recreated goth makeup from the night before, hoping it would have a similar impact on her father as before.

As she rounded the corner to the kitchen, she found him standing in front of the stove, currently absorbed in his task, his tight, firm butt wagging in a pair of tight black boxer-briefs as he danced to an unrecognizable tune that he hummed softly. He was wearing nothing else, showing off his muscular figure to the full extent possible. As she admired the view of his back, he flipped the omelet out of the pan and onto a waiting plate with a flourish, dividing it up into two and transferring half to another plate, the both of them stocked with a serving of hash browns and a sizable sausage link, leftovers from the package of brats they’d had for dinner just before he‘d left. He turned, plate in each hand, and grinned at his little girl.

“Just in time! Breakfast is served!” He smiled, setting the two plates on the table at their respective places. She couldn’t help but glance down at the oversized pouch on the front of his briefs. The tight fabric clung to every contour of his python, outlining his enormous seed-tanks and the wrist-thick serpent itself, the entire package almost as good as naked before her eyes.

She licked her black, glossy lips and grinned back at him. “Looks almost as delicious as the chef.”
He shook his head as he settled into his seat. “If all your friends are as cock-hungry as you, I’m gonna be in trouble.” He joked as he picked up his silver.
She smirked as she took her own seat and set into her breakfast. “You’re too modest, daddy. You came seven times in one night, I’m sure you can handle four little teens.”
He shook his head as he sliced off a chunk of omelet and stuffed it in his mouth. “You know, I been thinking about that. There are gonna have to be some ground rules in this arrangement.” he commented around the mouthful.
She looked curious as she ate. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I can’t have all of your friends staying over every night. I mean, they’re all legal, but their parents might not be fond of their teenage girls spending all this time with a single older guy, even if they never learn about the sex. Then we have to think about practical concerns, like sleeping arrangements, getting ready in the morning, showers, food… And what about supplies, like medication, shampoo, birth control, and so on? It’d be a madhouse with everyone being over all the time. Plus, you girls still have to stay on top of your homework, and having crazy orgies every night isn’t gonna help anyone’s grades.” He explained, pausing in his meal as he went over the thoughts buzzing through his head.
She giggled as she polished off the last bite of hash browns. “Daddy, you don’t have to worry about it. I’m sure we’ll figure everything out. Besides, I think this line of thinking can wait until after dessert.” She commented, a smirk growing on her plump lips.
He blinked. “Dessert?”

She smiled, picking up her breakfast sausage with two fingers. The meaty tube was less than half the size of the one she had an eye on, but the message was clear. Eyes locked on her daddy, she opened her mouth, lips forming a perfect little O, as they touched the warm meat. She began to feed the sausage into her mouth, inch by inch, the meat disappearing into her mouth. Soon her finger met those black lips, the entire link vanished into her mouth. She gave an exaggerated swallow, her choker bulging out as her breakfast slid down her gullet. She grinned wickedly. “Dessert.” she purred, eyebrows wiggling naughtily.

Rich caught himself staring at the display. Regaining his senses, he turned to his plate and attacked viciously, devouring the entire meal in record time. When he looked up again from his clean plate, he found his daughter had disappeared from her seat. The mystery was quickly solved when he felt the warmth of her breath through the stretched fabric of his briefs. He smirked, looking down, he found her on all fours under the table, face just inches from his package, looking up eagerly at him. He grinned, but pushed back his chair, drawing a dejected pout from his little girl.

He smiled. “Let’s do this somewhere more comfortable.” He said, helping her to her feet and pulling her into his embrace. He kissed her again, every bit as dominant and in control as he had been in the bedroom. He kissed her like he owned her, his tongue dominating her mouth, her body melting against his under the assault. He bent at the knees and scooped her up, their lips never parting as he lifted her by the rear, her legs instantly wrapping around his waist, grinding her rapidly-moistening pussy on his enormous bulge. Supporting her weight effortlessly, he carried her out of the kitchen and toward the living room, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. But before he could make it to the couch, he froze in his tracks as an unexpected sound met his ears, a female voice.

“Damn! I hope we’re not interrupting anything!”