Strong Daddy Loves Me Pt. 04

I woke up before daddy. He was still cuddling me, and I spent a few minutes seeing whether I could drift back to sleep, but I needed to pee too badly. I managed to slip out of bed without disturbing him, and tiptoed through the hall and into my bathroom.

My pussy ached a little, but that's just what it felt like after losing your virginity, right? Especially when the cock was as big as daddy's. I washed my face with cold water and brushed my teeth, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I didn't normally walk around naked, in case daddy ever needed me for something, but that wasn't exactly an issue anymore. I smiled around my toothbrush, and pulled my hair to one side to spit. With my neck exposed, I could now see several round bruises decorating my skin, and even though I should probably have been horrified about my own daddy marking me like that, it just made me clench my pussy in delight.

It was still early and I didn't want to wake daddy up, so I pulled on my thin, silky dressing gown that my friend had gotten me for Christmas, and made my way into the kitchen. I put a slice of bread in the toaster, and set the coffee machine going so that it would be ready for daddy. I smeared butter and jam onto my toast and just as I was about to sit down at the island, heard a creak from the floorboards and daddy appeared in the archway.

I smiled, but daddy didn't say anything as he strode towards me. His cock was standing erect, and I set my plate down as he crowded me against the counter, his full, hard body pressed against me.

"Is my little girl hungry?" he asked, voice low and rough from sleep. I nodded, not sure what to say, and daddy gently pulled my robe open, exposing my soft nipples. He thumbed one, before resting his hand on my shoulder and pushing me to my knees.

"There's only one thing you should be having for breakfast, baby. Be a good whore and suck daddy's cock."

Heat rushed to my pussy, and I wrapped my hand around his thick, veined shaft eagerly. I stroked him up and down a couple of times before licking the underside of his dripping head, tasting his cum. His growl of approval made me more desperate to please him, and I continued licking and sucking up his length, trying to be as enthusiastic as possible. When I had worked my way back up to his swollen tip, I took him to the back of my throat in one go. I glimpsed him holding onto the edge of the counter with both hands, dark eyes pinning me to the floor, his huge body towering over me, tensed as I choked around him.

I slid back, keeping my tongue flat against the bottom of his cock, before ramming him back into my throat again. He grunted, and I couldn't make out his words as I jerked the couple of inches at the base of his cock that just couldn't fit inside my mouth. I repeated the motion, slowly pulling away, sucking hard as I retreated, before trying to swallow him down again. My eyes watered, but daddy didn't pull away. He moved my hands away after a few moments and inched closer, so the back of my head was pressed against the cabinet door. One of his hands cupped the back of my head, and he began to control the movements, thrusting in and out of my mouth.

I tried to be still, but I couldn't help flinching as he fucked my throat, pushing his cock in and out and in and out, gagging a couple of times in the process. His cock was covered in my saliva, it was dripping over my stretched lips and onto my chest, and I could feel him pulsing against my tongue.

When I choked out for the fifth time, he pulled out all together and gave his cock a few pulls, before releasing his cum all over my face with a load shout. I kept my mouth open, sticking my tongue out because it felt right, and I felt wetness leaking from my pussy as I tasted his salty cum. I couldn't imagine anyone else would taste as good as my daddy.

"Fuck," he exhaled, pushing the messy tip of his cock back into my mouth for me to suckle against, "you look gorgeous." I blushed beneath his hot streaks of cum, and he stepped back a little and helped me stand up. A thick glob had dripped down onto my breast, and he rubbed it into my nipple with a hungry look.

Without warning, he banded his hands around my waist and lifted me up onto the counter, kneeling down in front of me and burying his tongue in my pussy. I moaned softly, holding onto the upper cabinet handles as daddy pulled me closer to the edge and basically sat me on his face. I had no time to be embarrassed about how wet I was, or how heavy I might be, and his satisfied groans swept away any anxiety. His tongue dipped into my pussy, and the wet sounds of him slurping and swallowing were obscene. It only took a few hard passes of his tongue and lips across my clit before I was squeezing his face with my thighs and cumming hard. He kept his mouth on me through it, only standing up between my legs when I sat back a little.

His beard was damp and his cheeks flushed red, and my face was still sticky with his cum. But he still leaned forward to give me a quick kiss on the lips before gathering me in his arms and carrying me through to his bathroom.

After a warm shower, daddy made us a proper breakfast and then told me to go and get dressed.

"Wear that little blue dress you have, the one with the sleeves."

I nodded eagerly, running back to my room to find it in my closet. The dress was short, but not inappropriate, and it had a wide, scooped neckline so I couldn't wear a bra with it. The sleeves sat at the edge of my shoulder, and there was a cute bow sitting between my breasts. I stepped into my favourite panties, lacy white ones with pink flowers. I was just fastening the buckle on my sandals when daddy came to find me, now fully dressed in dark trousers and a crisp shirt.

I stood up, twirling around for him, and he pulled me in for a deep kiss, dragging his tongue against mine and squeezing my ass under my dress.

"Very pretty, baby. Come here." He sat down on my bed, and pulled me so I way laying facedown across his lap, his knee pressing into my tummy. He petted my ass a little more, pulling the skirt up and teasing his fingers underneath the lacy fabric of my underwear. He removed his hand for a second, wetting a couple of his fingertips with his mouth, and then began rubbing soft circles against my little asshole.

"You're obsessed, daddy," I giggled, and he hummed in agreement.

"I can't help myself. I want you to wear something else while we're out."

"You don't like the dress anymore?"

"I love this dress. I'm going to make you cum in it later. But no, I want you to wear something under the dress."

Daddy reached into his pocket and the familiar pink butt plug was in his hand. I pressed my face into the bed, the memory of him licking me there imprinted on my mind forever.

He wet his fingers again, and rubbed more saliva around my little hole. Without asking, he pressed the plug against me and worked it inside. My tight ring only protested a little bit, and I squeezed myself around it once it was in place and daddy gave me a light slap on the ass.

"Good girl. Now, fix your panties and let's go."

It turned out that daddy wanted to take me shopping. I wasn't normally too bothered about browsing for clothes in real life, but it was exciting to see what daddy wanted me to try on and see me in. At one shop, it was so busy that he snuck into the changing room with me, and lifted me against the wall as I was changing from one dress to another. My naked breasts smooshed against his shirt, and he reached down to push his middle finger into me. His other hand covered my mouth as he worked me up, bringing me right to the edge before letting me go, sucking his finger clean with a wicked smile.

After that, I had trouble focussing and just followed daddy around like a puppy. I didn't even notice when someone shouted his name, and only snapped out of it when daddy put his hand on my lower back and pushed me forward a little.

"... and this is my daughter, she's home for the summer from college." I blinked, smiling blindly up at the two men, wondering if they could see the edge of my breasts down the front of my dress. I never normally cared about that sort of thing, but all of daddy's extra attention was making me more aware.

"My, you've really grown up," one of them said, his blonde hair combed to perfection. "Last time I saw you it might have been five years ago, at the company barbeque at Richard's."

I remembered that party. I'd spent most of it hanging out at the playground with the other teenagers. But daddy hadn't introduced me to any of his colleagues.

"It's nice to see you again," I said, crossing my ankles, the butt plug wedged inside me.

"Are you having a good summer so far? I have a son a few years older and he worked non-stop when he didn't have to be in class."

"Yeah, I-" Daddy's hand came up to rest on my upper back beneath my hair, one finger dipping below the fabric on my dress. "I have a job at school in the library but they don't need as many of us there when we're on break."

Both men smiled, looking between us, and one stuck his hand out to shake daddy's hand.

"Well, it was great seeing you. Once we have the pool sorted we'll have you over for dinner. Oh, and good luck with the conference -- Ted isn't happy he got booted off the committee."

Daddy laughed and they exchanged a few more words before we parted ways. I crossed my arms as we headed back to the car. He reached out to rest his hand on my hip, but I stepped away, glancing over my shoulder.

"They might see!" I protested, and increased my pace. Even though I was enjoying all of the special attention and love daddy had been giving me, I knew that if someone found out that we would be in trouble. I hadn't thought about it before, not properly, but we were in our hometown, we knew so many people. Someone was bound to see us and figure it out.

I jumped into the car, and daddy followed after putting my shopping bags in the back seat. He reached over, placing his hand on my thigh, and squeezed gently.

"Baby, don't worry. It's going to be okay."

I didn't respond, didn't say anything until we were back home and safe behind our locked front door. And even then, I snuck off to my room while daddy was sorting the bags and checking the mail.

Flopping down on my bed, I kicked my shoes off and cuddled my pillow. What would happen if someone found out about what daddy and I had been doing? It was so stupid to go out in public, anyone could have seen him coming into my changing room. God, I was such an idiot for not being more careful.

My bedroom door creaked open and I felt daddy sit next to me on the bed. It was a strange parallel to where we'd been this time the day before -- me crying over stupid Jared, and daddy changing everything between us. But instead of being reserved, this time he pulled me up and scooped me against his chest, his hand stroking my back gently.

"Baby, calm down. You don't have to worry about anything. I'm going to look after you." His voice rumbled through me, and I pressed my face into his chest.

"Daddy, we can't let anyone find out about what we're doing. We'll get into so much trouble!"

He shushed me, pulling my chin up so I was looking at him.

"You do not need to think about that. I'll take care of everything."

"But what if-"

Daddy placed his finger over my mouth and kissed my forehead.

"Listen to me, baby. It's going to be fine. I'm going to look after you, like I always have done. We'll be more careful, I promise."

I exhaled shakily past his finger and squeezed my eyes closed.

"You don't want us to stop, do you?" He asked, and I paused a moment, thinking over the last twenty-four hours and how peaceful I'd felt. I looked up, shaking my head.

"That's my good girl."

He smiled, dropping his hand to my upper thigh and squeezing.

"Now, I don't want to hear anymore worry from you. Just focus on being good for me and everything will be okay."

I leaned into his chest again, and he moved his hand further up my leg until his fingers were grazing against my panties. I squeezed my thighs and felt a soft groan rumble through him.

"See, you don't want this to stop, do you baby?"

"No, daddy," I whispered, feeling his muscles bunch up beneath his shirt. The words were barely out of my mouth when he pushed me from his lap and laid me out on the bed. He kneeled between my legs, pulling my panties off in one clean motion, and then stared down at me as he unbuckled his belt and got his heavy cock out.

He slapped it against my clit and I whimpered into my shoulder, hardly able to comprehend the sight of my daddy, dressed like he was going to work, jerking himself off against my little body. He spat straight onto the place where the head of his cock was touching me, and then began working his way inside me. I tried to take slow breaths. It didn't hurt in the same way as yesterday, and I was already worked up and aching from where he'd nearly made me cum in the changing room, but he was so big and thick and hard, it still felt like he was breaking me in half a little bit.

He grabbed my hand and placed it over my pussy, manoeuvring my fingers so I was rubbing myself. I'd only ever done that a couple of times, and it had never led to much, but daddy had shown me what felt good. I tried to copy the movements he'd made with his tongue and I could feel myself clenching around his cock as he worked himself deeper into me.

Daddy spread my legs more, taking a hold of the backs of my thighs and pressing them open so I was totally exposed to him.

"Are you gonna cum before I even get all the way in? My perfect little slut."

I rubbed my clit harder, using three fingers to circle the sensitive little nub. It felt so good to have daddy's cock to clench around, and I quickly lowered my fingers to feel where he was stretching me. His cock was barely halfway in, and his breathing stuttered as I touched him.

"What are you waiting for, daddy?" I asked. When he'd taken my virginity last night, he'd been so rough and forceful. "Am I doing something wrong?"

"Just taking my time, baby" he said through gritted teeth, "you're doing so good. Keep touching yourself, I need to feel you cum."

I rested my head back into the pillows and let my fingers rub my clit again. As well as daddy's cock, I was also squeezing around the butt plug, and if I was being honest with myself, having two things inside me was making me even wetter.

"Daddy?" I asked before I could chicken out.

"Yes?"

"I liked it when you made the plug vibrate last night." My face was burning as I spoke, and I kept my eyes screwed closed, trying to stay focussed on the warm heat that was building in my belly. Daddy didn't say anything, but I felt his hands slide down my thighs until his thumbs were pulling against my asshole. Even the feeling of him touching me there sent goosebumps across my chest, and I moaned softly and rubbed my clit harder, trying to figure out a pattern that would tip me over the edge.

And then daddy pressed the button and vibration rocked through me. I tensed up, feeling the firmness of the silicone plug and the hardness of daddy's cock. It was so perfect. I clenched my teeth hard and bucked my hips up, cumming almost immediately. I cried out, and felt daddy drive his cock deep into me, the sudden movement inside me dragging my orgasm out even more. I fell limply into the bed, boneless under daddy's deep thrusts. He bent over me, mouth licking and sucking against every inch of skin he could reach, all while piling himself into me over and over and over. It was a relentless pace, and I could feel the pressure building inside me again.

"Wait!" I gasped, trying to push against his chest as I realised what the sensation inside of me was, but he barely even reacted. "Daddy, I need to pee! Please stop!" But he didn't. He just growled and kneeled up, holding me against him as he stood, keeping me impaled on his cock as he walked into the bathroom and pinned me against the wall in the shower. He resumed his hard movements and I clung onto him weakly, letting him practically lift me up and down on his cock.

"Daddy," I whimpered into his neck, "please. I don't want to make a mess."

"You won't," he grunted, squeezing my thighs tightly, "it's a different kind of orgasm. Only special girls can squirt, and only perfect girls can squirt on their daddy's cock. Let go, baby. It's okay."

I cried out again, his chest pressing my dress against my nipples, adding to all the overwhelming sensations. I tried to focus on my pussy, and the feeling of daddy's big cock rubbing against that sensitive spot inside me, of his hands on my skin, his breath on my neck, the ache of my thighs as I tried to hold back.

And then, with one particularly rough thrust, I let go, screaming into the collar of his shirt. It was like a huge dam had been released, and I could hear wet drips bursting from me, the motion of daddy's hips causing them to stutter as his cock blocked the way when he was inside me. I could hear a high-pitched ringing, and realised I was digging my nails into his fabric of his shirt. He rammed into me once more with a loud shout and I felt his cock throb inside me as he filled me with thick ropes of cum.

I clung onto him, and practically sobbed when he pulled all the way out. More wetness dripped from inside me, splashing on the shower tiles, and I felt so embarrassed and dirty. Daddy's hand rubbed my back with long, slow strokes, reaching to turn the vibrating plug off, and we stood there for a while until my breathing calmed down.

"You did so good, baby," daddy whispered, kissing my cheek. "Squirting is a different kind of orgasm. It's so hot. I'm going to make you do that on my face one day. Don't be embarrassed. I said it was okay, didn't I?"

I nod, exhaustion sweeping through me, and sank deeper into daddy's embrace.