Anything He wants

I can feel my lower back growing tight as I clench my muscles, trying my hardest to support myself as I lean too far back on the stool. I grow so tired that my back finally gives out, collapsing into Daddy’s hand behind my head.

In a state of near relaxation, I’m disappointed when Daddy lifts me to my seated position. As tiring as it was, the constant sensation in the verge of falling was making me incredibly wet!

Daddy pulls around in front of me. “Take my cock out, baby.”

I move to step down from the chair, but Daddy stops me. “No, stay there.”

Luckily, Daddy’s tall enough that his crotch reaches the seat, so I only

have to lower my hands to reach his hardening cock. And hard it is! I can feelMaterial © of NôvelDrama.Org.

it clearly through his pants, its outline straining against the fabric. I’ve never felt such an anticipation before. No matter how many Christmases I might have in my life, I don’t think opening presents will ever feel as satisfying as pulling Daddy’s cock out and seeing it for the first time.

When I free him from his pants, I pull his boxers down and he lets them fall to his feet.

His cock is throbbing! Thick and curving upward, as if it couldn’t get any harder even if it wanted to, it seemed to pulse with his heartbeat. “Oh my God!” I exclaim. I grasp his shaft and feel a rush of adrenaline

hit me. This thing is going inside me?! How can something this hard fit in there? I pull on the skin, the loose tug bringing his cock toward me.

“You like daddy’s dick, baby girl?”

I nod. “Yeah, daddy. I wasn’t expecting this at all.”

“Stroke it.”

I push with my wrist, drawing Daddy tight, his head bulging out of his

foreskin. He groans, that tight feeling making him lick his lips. I drag his skin back until my fist touches his balls. It’s a weird feeling of something so soft mingling with something so hard. I test the comparison, cupping and

massaging Daddy’s balls with one hand while beating his cock with the other.

Almost rhythmic, I caress with one hand and yank with the other, caress again and propel his cock back. Caress, yank, caress, push, caress, slide, caress, lick my lips…

What would it be like in my mouth?

But Daddy stops me from finding out, removing my hands from his cock. “I want to fuck that sweet pussy, baby girl.”

“Daddy?” I ask, nervous apprehension jumbling my thoughts. I look around, “Where should we lay down?”

“You don’t need to lay down to get fucked, little lady.”

I blush, heat flushing my face as Daddy trDaddyme like a naive child.

“What do you want to do, Daddy?”

Daddy moves around behind me. “Scoot back a little.”

I wobble backward, moving one butt cheek at a time. When my ass is just a little off the edge, daddy stops me. He guides me, tucking one leg up and swinging it to the side of the circular stool, placing my foot on the bar support between the stool legs. He does the same with the other leg on the other side. I now look like I’m squatting on the stool. I place my hands on the front of the stool to balance myself as Daddy benDaddy forward slightly. Grabbing the sides of my hips, Daddy perDaddy my position, sliding me back a little more and pushing my back down so that my ass comes up a little.

I brace myself, knowing Daddy’s gDaddy’sready to fuck me.

Daddy’s head then presses against my slit, his sudden hardness against my soft flower causing me to twitch.

“Relax, baby girl, baby girls, placing his hand on my lower back to calm me, “It’s going to feel tight, but daddy’s going to take it nice and slow for you.”

I breathe a sigh of relief, but then I realize something: I don’t deserve ‘nice and slow’. I came here to be punished for what my mother did to him.

Daddy deserves to feel good, not me.

Although, thinking about it, that might just be the influx of pleasure I felt when hanging dangerously from the edge of my seat.

I want that edge of danger. Being punished might be a lot easier than I thought.

“No, Daddy,” IDaddyy as his cock slides through my slit, lubing him for entry, “I want you to fuck me like you hate me.” A great deal of remorse flushes through my body, still stuck on the feeling that I deserve punishment

for letting this all happen. “If she were here, right now, right in front of you, I’d want you to fuck me like you’d fuck her.”

I can hear the concern and worry in his voice. “I wouldn’t hurt your mom. I’d never do that.”

I look back at him, showing him through my eyes how much I care about him. “I know, daddy. That’s why I love you.”

He smiles, his kindness and warmth so fucking contagious.

But I show him my stern face, the one I use when I want him to take me seriously. “But I also know she fucked you over. I know that if you had the chance, you’d fuck the shit out of her to make her pay for all the horrible things she’s done.”

His brow furrows as he thinks about it. “Are you sure?”

I nod, turning back away from him. “Please, Daddy, Daddy I want,” I whimper. I turn my ass up a little, gesturing to him how much I want his cock inside me.

There’s a pause, but it quickly gives way to daddy’s daddy’s on my ass, clutching me like he wants to dig a hole in me. The tip of his cock presses against my opening, lazily spreading me open.