(Edit: You can tell how fried I am from writing 45K words of erotica in three weeks. I just realized I posted this one on the first as well. Le sigh.)
Here’s a filthy bit of trash for your enjoyment this morning. I don’t know about you, but I’m a little sleepy, a touch bit foggy, and would rather craw back to bed than focus on work.
But maybe this will get the blood flowing and brighten your Monday morning.
Confessing to Daddy
Claire’s jeans were so tight I couldn’t get my hand into them.
She wiggled and squirmed as I struggled, but finally, we stopped with her hand on mine as two of my fingers reached just beneath the elastic of her underwear.
“I already told you it was just a blowjob, Daddy,” She whined as I pressed my hard cock against her ass. “You don’t have to check.”
“You also told me where he came, Babygirl,” I said as I pushed her zipper down, giving myself access to an extra inch of soft skin. “But Daddy knows you better than that.”
“I’m a good girl, I promise,” she said.
Claire turned to face me, and my hand slipped from the confines of her jeans. Her cheeks were red, and her nipples were hard. With her pants undone, I could see the smooth skin above her panty’s hemline, where she had shaved that morning.
“You wouldn’t lie to your Daddy, would you?” I asked, rubbing my thumb across her lips. “Why don’t you tell me what happened.”
“I’m shy,” she said as I pulled her to me again. I kissed her lips, wondering if I could taste him. She swore up and down that he had come in her mouth, and while I didn’t doubt it, I wasn’t sure that was all.
It was only their second date after a relatively chaste first one. She told me they might mess around. She’d give him head, but no further. She promised with a kiss.
But now she was home, and her lips were redder than her cheeks. If she had a bra on when she left in the morning, it was nowhere to be seen. And the second I tried to get in her pants, she stopped me dead in my tracks.
“If you’re shy, then I’m the pope,” I growled.
I tugged on both sides of her jeans where the button opened, pulling her closer. Looking down, I could tell nothing, but I suspected everything. I knew her too well to think she might stop with a blowjob.
The last time Claire went that far without fucking was in tenth grade.
“Well, maybe I don’t want to tell you,” she whispered. She let me take off her shirt, and I scoured her skin for telltale signs of his teeth. Hints of red crossed her skin, and a light bruise was rising on her neck.
“Do you want to show me, instead, Babygirl?” I asked. “Do you want to lie down on our bed and show Daddy where you let him come?”
Claire smiled and bit her lip. The game we played was new, and everything was uncertain. Is it an open relationship if she messes around while I’m sitting at home? And shouldn’t we have rules for this sort of thing rather than a vague notion of trust?
For six months, we had played with her being a good girl. I got to corrupt her every night, teaching her to choke on my cock, how to take a spanking, and even how to breathe when Daddy fucked her ass.
But recently, something changed. Claire grew brattier each time we played, and when I asked her if she was a good girl, she paused longer and longer.
“Do you really want to see, Daddy?” she cooed as she sat down on top of the comforter. “I haven’t been a good girl this time.”
“Show me,” I said, this time only half playing. If it was just a game, I no longer knew the rules.
“I tried to be good, Daddy, I did,” she whispered as she finally shimmied out of the tight denim. She left her panties on as she lay back on our bed, and I crawled between her thighs as she splayed her legs wide.
“Did you suck his cock like you said?”
“Yes, Daddy, I sucked him so good. I made him come so hard; he told me I was the best girl.”
I couldn’t resist pulling my hard cock from my jeans and stroking it as I looked down at her mostly naked body. A red mark glistened on her thigh, and the thought of him hurting her filled me with rage.
“And is that it, Babygirl? You let him fuck your mouth, and then you came home?”
“No, Daddy,” she said, pushing two fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them like a cock before letting them out with a pop. “I couldn’t help myself! You know how I get when I’m excited. He was so strong and rough with me; what was I supposed to do?”
“Did he fuck you?” I asked, my voice almost a whisper.
Claire nodded as she slid her other hand into her panties. I hovered over her as she closed her eyes and tried to look away, even as tiny moans of pleasure escaped around her fingers.
“I’m sorry, Daddy, I couldn’t say no. He said I was too pretty not to fuck. He told me all pretty girls should go home to Daddy with their pussy full of cum.”
“And is that what he did to you, Little One?”
I tore her panties off her hips without warning, and Claire yelled as I forced her legs open. Her lips were red and swollen, and tears streamed down her face. My darling’s thighs glistened, and I couldn’t hold back.
“Yes, Daddy,” she sighed as I opened my mouth on her freshly fucked cunt. “He fucked me so hard, and I couldn’t stop him. Everything felt amazing, and no matter how bad I felt, I wanted it more than I wanted to be your good girl.”
When I pushed my tongue inside her, I could taste the truth. My girlfriend had fucked her date raw, and he had come inside her. There was no going back, and some small part of me told me I should have expected it all along.
After all, how soon after we first kissed did she beg me to do the same? Wasn’t it our very first date that Claire climbed on top of me, slid my bare cock inside her, and told me that she wanted her new Daddy’s cum?
“Is this where he came, Babygirl?” I asked, pushing two fingers deep inside her. “Did you let him cum in Daddy’s pussy?”
As she nodded and cried, I was on her with a ravenous hunger that felt entirely new. I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand while the other found her throat; she was so wet, and I was so hard that I didn’t need anything to guide me inside her.
I slammed into her as I choked her, and she grinned beneath her tears like the happiest girl in the world.
“He came so much, Daddy,” she moaned as I fucked her for all I was worth. “I begged for it, too; I’m so sorry. He felt so good, and he made me come so hard.”
“You’re such a filthy slut,” I growled as I pistoned in and out of her. “Daddy’s little girl is such a whore.”
“Can you feel it? You’re fucking me with his cum, Daddy. Can you tell?”
My mind reeled as I realized her words were true. I was fucking her. And she was full of another man’s cum.
And nothing had ever been hotter.
“Why did you do it, Babygirl?” I asked as I felt her tighten around me. “Why did you let him come in you?”
Claire looked up at me and opened her eyes wide. I could feel her cunt clenching around me as if she might swallow me whole, and her expression held multitudes. Every muscle in my body was taut as I fucked her with more emotions than I knew I could hold.
“Because of this,” she finally said. “Daddy fucks me so much harder when I’ve been bad than when I’m good.”
I collapsed against her, still fucking her as her words sank in. Claire wrapped her arms around me, held me to her, and both of us began to come in waves of glorious release. I felt her kisses on my neck as I thrust into her, even as my body gave way, and all the love I had in me swirled in a bristling tornado of jealousy and desire.
When I finally stopped, still inside her but empty and exhausted, I caressed her hair as she smiled at my heart.
“You’re going to kill me,” I said. “I’ll love it, but you’re going to do it all the same.”
“We’ll be fine,” she said, pecking me on the nose. “And besides, you’d be no use to me dead. I need my Daddy good and alive so he can fuck me harder than I’ve ever been fucked before. Like you just did.”
“Is that what I did?” I asked. Claire nodded and held me as the room grew darker and yet somehow warmer as well.
We stayed like that for what felt like forever, and somewhere in between fear and guilt, I discovered something else that was fully and deliciously alive