Anything He wants

I grab the waistband of his boxers and slide them down his thighs. Underneath, daddy’s hand is slowly massaging his cock. Even though I’m only a girl, I know for a fact he isn’t doing it right. He’s just kind of mashing it absentmindedly. There’s no way that’s doing any good for him. But I got to get him to stop. If not for his sake, then at least for my conscience of getting him going down this road.

“Daddy, stop.” This time I don’t command him, instead gently guiding his hand away from his crotch. “Let me help you.”

I can’t believe I’m going to do this. I never in my wildest dreams thought

I’d have my daddy’s cock so close to me.

I fall to my knees, taking his thickness in my hand. I give it a light

squeeze, enjoying that same pleasure I felt before in the kitchen. The spongy

tissue is so fun to touch. I’m not even sure what I can compare to the soft flesh and hard shaft combination. Whatever it is, the feeling of gripping his huge cock in my tiny hand sends a wave of excitement down my arm. I think I have to get him to come. It’s the only way to get him to stop touching himself.

So I stroke, pulling the loose flesh along his cock back, feeling it tighten as I reach the base of his shaft. I pull it back toward me, watching

the skin bunch up along the head of his cock. I stroke him back and forth, awkwardly

rubbing his sack with my other hand. I’m not experienced at all with this, but

I’m pretty sure this should get daddy going good.

I look up and can see a hint of pleasure in daddy’s face. I see a tiny flicker of a smile creep in, and I start to stroke him harder. I want to make daddy come so hard right now. It’s fun having this much control over a guy.

But daddy’s hand swings around and he starts to fondle himself again.

Am I not doing it right? Why’s he trying to get in on my action?

I grab his hand with my own free hand and bring it back to his side. When I let go, it takes only a second for his hand to come back around, sneaking in on my territory and preventing me from stroking him effectively.

I bring his hand back around, and when he tries to touch himself again, I bring his hand back to his side and hold it there for good measure.

Good. One hand’s holding his arm still, so I can still masturbate daddy. But as soon as I feel like I have things under control, his other hand comes around and knocks my hand off his cock. He begins to lazily mash it again. I grab his wrist and bring it back to his side, holding him there.

Now I have to hold both arms or he won’t stop! Ugh!

I take a deep breath.

I guess there’s only one thing I can do.

I scooch forward on my knees, and while I pin daddy’s arms to his side, I lean my head in and take his thick cock in my mouth. The salty flesh

immediately makes me salivate, and I make good use of it as I take him in as far as I can, coating him in slick spittle.

I suck on him like he sucked on me, drawing on his flesh as I bob my head back and forth. Without my hands, it’s difficult to guide myself, but after a minute, I get the hang of it, quickly sucking on daddy and taking his dick in further and further, adapting to his substantial length.

I push it even more, finally getting him to the back of my throat. I use it like a training exercise (the best when it’s a real man!), allowing me to master

the deep throat. I hold his cock against my throat, restricting my gag reflex.

Although I don’t gag, my mouth salivates hard, building up a flood of saliva, which spills out of my mouth as soon as I take his dick out. I drool all over, laughing at my own little piggy behavior.

But daddy gets surprisingly impatient, and right in front of me, he begins to thrust forward. I watch dumbfounded as daddy unconsciously searches for something to stick his dick into.

I try not to laugh. It’s like watching one of those dogs that has no idea how to have sex, you know? They get behind a girl and just hump the air because they only know how to do the basics on pure instinct. They just don’t

know what they need to be fucking while they do it. Daddy’s basically doing the same thing, desperately looking to fulfill his carnal desires, even if he doesn’t know how to do it.

But I know how to do it, and my sick, twisted, foggy mind is broiling enough in lust to get it done.

So I stand up, and guiding daddy by his arms, drag him back to the sofa. I sit down on the soft cushion, remove my panties, and position myself, spreading my legs wide so daddy has room to move. When I’m comfortable,

I grab daddy’s arms and guide him slowly to me.

I pick my knees up, bending my legs up toward me and exposing my wide open cunt to daddy. I don’t know if he can see it, but if he’s like any other animal, he might just be able to smell my soaked cunt and heat seek right to it.

Just as I expected, his hips begin to absentmindedly thrust again. I pull

him down toward me, placing his hands on either side of the couch. Once he’s close enough, daddy leans in himself, his thrusting dick only inches away from me. I lower him a little more and his cock starts to brush against my lips, eliciting a grunt from me. The touch of his cock burns so good, the brush of his flesh like the striking of a match against my libido.

But like a mindless animal, he thrusts without purpose.

It’s only his babygirl now who gives him purpose.

I reach down, grab his shaft, and when he pulls back to thrust, I push downward on his cock. The next thrust forward sends his saliva rich cock deep into my soaked pussy. I cover my mouth as I scream out, struggling as hard as I can to keep quiet.

His cock flies straight through me, sliding in easily through my arousal.

Since daddy isn’t awake, he pushes his cock all the way in without a second’s hesitation, ripping me open and driving his bulbous head all the way until it strikes my cervix.

He halts at the end, his cock frozen inside me. As if daddy realizes that he’s struck gold, he takes a moment to reposition himself, before pulling his cock out and driving it back into me.

I seal my mouth shut, stifling my exhausted moans. I don’t want to wake mom. I have to keep quiet.

But daddy’s mindless dick moves without inhibition, insisting on fucking me with his long shaft. Daddy’s angle from above is so steep that his cock punctures me with each thrust, diving all the way in and filling me up completely.

Like a wild animal, he fucks me with abandon, a crazy lust consuming his sleepy mind. He barely makes a sound except for the occasional deep breath.

Me, on the other hand, I’m fighting like heck to keep myself from crying out in ecstasy. I have my hand plastered over my mouth, until it starts to become so loud that I’m forced to place my other hand over it as well.

I started this, but right now, I have no power to end it.

Daddy’s got me pinned down on the couch, his cock locking my hips with his, keeping us bound until he finishes what he needs to do. I can’t stop it. I can’t stop the animal that’s fucking me from reaching orgasm.

Oh my gosh! Orgasm?!

“No, daddy,” I get out between my fingers, “don’t come inside me.” But like every moment before, daddy pays me no mind.

He’s going to come inside me and there’s nothing I can do about it. But rather than be scared, the excitement inside me starts to grow at an exponential rate. The more I think about him finishing inside me, the more I think about the sleepwalking animal using me without remorse, the more I think about the rote thrusts of his cock deep inside me without conscious

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I clamp my hands on my mouth as hard as I can as my body spasms from an explosive orgasm. I come hard, my body shaking and shattering, melting as his long meat continues to pound me. I continue to rattle as daddy

takes no break in fucking me, completely oblivious to my release of pleasure.

All his ignorance of my pleasure only serves to ramp me up all over again, and it takes no more than a minute before my body’s ready to blast out all over again. His animal instincts, his hard cock, his innate desire to fill something with it… it’s all so powerful in its ability to make me crack under the pressure.

I come, lurching about as I focus on keeping my moans to myself. I shake all over again, my pussy seizing on his unrelenting member, tightening and releasing as his cock enters and exits. He drives into me, breaking me upon his manly hunger.

My body weakens, my muscles tired and aching.

I want to cry.

Not out of sadness, but because if he makes me come again, I feel like I might pass out, and I might not be able to stop myself from screaming his name throughout the entire fucking house, waking my peaceful mother. “Daddy, come in me, please,” I beg, going against my previous sentiment. The only hope I have now is to make him come, and that he can actually hear me through that thick skull of his.

“I want you to fill me up. Fill me up.”

“Come in my pussy. Give me your seed.”

“Make your baby pregnant.”

The last must have been enough, because I feel daddy strain for the briefest moment, and with only the slightest, nearly inaudible grunt, he unloads his cum deep into my pussy. His body twitches, and with each twitch, a pump of creamy white semen douses my walls in hot fluid. I want to moan out in bliss, being filled entirely by daddy, but my body is so broken, all I can get out is a few weak gasps of air.

Once his heat stops flowing through me, his hips retreat, pulling his cock out of my sopping cunt.

Daddy stumbles a little bit, mumbling something about being tired, before sitting down on the sofa next to me. As I fight to regain my breath, I can hear daddy begin to snore.

Wow, I did not expect sex to have that effect on him. All I wanted to do was get him to stop touching himself. Instead, I got a daddy passed out next to me and a pussy leaking his cum.

I stand up, the cum dripping down my inner thigh. I head off to my room before realizing something. I rush back to the kitchen and grab a towel, running it under the faucet. I head back to daddy and give his cock a good scrub.

He might not remember what happened, but the smell of pussy all over him would not be a good thing for him to wake up to.

This is going to be my little secret.

I give daddy’s cheek a kiss. I rub my stomach. Maybe in nine months, it could be our little secret. You never know when I might catch him sleepwalking again.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the catalyst of the evening that ended with daddy fucking his little girl.

My sandwich!

I’m still kind of hungry, but I might just be able to sleep for the first time in a long while.