Daddy's Home Ch. 05

Rich pursed his lips and blew across her oversensitive nip, making her whimper. "What do you call them?"

"T-tits, Master." She responded almost instantly.

"Good girl." He smiled. "And what did master make you do?"

She gulped. "M-Master made me... Made me cum, with my... my tits." She managed, struggling to force out the naughty words, but each one made her body tingle as it left.

"Good girl." Rich smiled. He lowered his head once again, planting more kisses along the golden-tan skin of her tight little abs. His hand came to rest on her soft thigh. As his lisp moved south, trailing kisses, the hand moved north, caressing the inner thigh as they made their way to meet in the middle. He face was still flushing brilliantly as his fingertips slipped up under the hem of her skirt. She would have covered it, but resisted the urge, digging her fingertips in the sheets and balling her fists, eyes watching his movements intensely. Part of her wanted to stop him, not to let him see her private place, believing it would just be too embarrassing. But a new part made her hold her tongue and let him do what he wanted, wanting so badly to be a good girl for him... for her Master.

With no objection, his hand continued north, tenderly caressing her inner thigh, his warm hand on her tender skin. As his trail of kisses reached her skirt, he looked up, lingering with his lips just above the band of the skirt, his eyes meeting hers through the valley of her heaving mounds. She could do nothing but look into those eyes, but she felt herself give a tiny nod, unbidden. He pulled away and climbed off the bed, getting down to kneel on the floor. Taking hold of her hips, he pulled her closer until her rear was planted on the edge of the mattress. His hands moved swiftly, unzipping her skirt and sliding it down off her legs to pool on the floor, revealing an adorable pair of panties. They were soft and white, hugging her somewhat slender hips, with a frilled, lacy band and a tiny pink bow front and center, just barely above the sizable, and still growing, patch of wetness between her legs. Rich simply grinned, and Aiko's fists tightened in the sheets, letting her head fall back, unable to look at his face out of shame.

Gently, he urged her thighs further apart with his hands, his touch gentle and reassuring on her soft skin. He began by trailing kisses along her inner thighs, up one until his lips just brushed the edge of the fabric covering her innocent slit. But as her hips wiggled with anticipation almost too great to contain, he pulled away, repeating on the other thigh. Her body was already sensitive from her earlier climax, the teasing was entirely unnecessary, but he couldn't help but savor her reactions and impatience. He rewarded her patience with one kiss, this one directly on the wet spot spreading between her legs, the thin, wet fabric doing nothing to insulate her from the intense sensation of direct contact. She whimpered, and he grinned.

Taking hold of her legs, he shifted, pulling her legs up until her knees were on his shoulders, his arms wrapping around to take hold of her narrow hips. He knew she would need a lot of preparation, and he was swiftly losing his patience, so he wasted no time. He planted another kiss on the fabric, his lips open a little more, his tongue slipping out once to sample her sweet, virginal juices. He dragged it from the base of her slit to the peak, lashing out as he finished to flick at her clit. Her hips jumped at the sudden sensation, and he couldn't help but chuckle, she was so responsive. An idea struck him, and he grinned. He snaked his hand up, around her hip and down into the vee of her thighs, until his fingertips found that tiny little ribbon-bow. Pinning it beneath his digit, he pushed it down, just a bit, until it was seated right above her swiftly-swelling clit. He ground it down on her pleasure button in tiny circles, the hard little knot amplifying the sensation of his finger. She gasped and squirmed under the intensity of the pleasure assaulting her mind, but he stayed atop his target, her movements serving only to grind herself into the knot harder.

She moaned and whimpered constantly now, her soft voice growing louder as the assault continued, head swinging side to side. It was too much to handle, but she didn't want it to stop. Rich grinned over her now-dripping slit, thoroughly enjoying her reactions as he teased her tender clit and lapped at her sensitive folds. But this contact wasn't enough for him. He couldn't resist the real thing. He released the little ribbon and hooked a finger in the leg-hole of the panties and pulled aside, baring her juicy peach to his hungry eyes. Her sweet slit was a perfect pink, shimmering with her wetness and softly twitching with her arousal. She tried to bury her face into her shoulder with embarrassment, but managed to resist releasing her grip to cover her face. Much to her shame, she'd never grown hair down there, leaving her completely exposed, naked to his eyes. He slid a thumb down to one outer lip and gently pulled her open wider, eyes exploring her tender folds, even catching a glimpse of the unbroken hymen deep within.

He licked his lips at the sight before him. "Mmm, now that is a pretty kitty." He commented.

Aiko's face burned. "K-kitty, master?" She was raised to call it her 'privates', but even she had seen enough porn to know most people called it a 'pussy'.

"That's right. See, this bald little pink slit is too innocent to be a pussy. You're a special case, too sexy for boobies, but not experienced enough for a pussy." He explained. He let his tongue slip out to taste the source directly, dragging over an inner lip slowly.

She whimpered. "Yes, master... my kitty..."

"Of course... once I'm done stretching you, it'll be ready to be made into a pussy. Master's pussy. Would you like that? You want your Master to stretch your little kitty and fill you up?"

Her mind raced with lewd images of being filled and stretched with Rich's enormous member., and she found herself answering. "...Yes, Master." She breathed.

"Louder. And say it clearly." He ordered.

"Master, I... I want you to make me... ready..." She responded, whimpering.

"Beg."

Her eyes opened at that, looking to Rich with a bit of surprise. His tone was strong and commanding, and he looked at her, his face serious. She couldn't believe what he was asking. To actually beg for it was... too much... Or was it? She swallowed. She felt something welling inside her. "...P-please, Master... Make my kitty ready... Please, stretch me, Master, make me ready for you! R-ready to be... filled! Ready to be fucked! I need you inside me, Master, please, I beg you!" She spoke, each new plead coming faster, her voice more desperate. She couldn't have stopped it, even if she'd tried, she needed to say it like a drowning man needed air, and she wasn't even sure she wanted to stop it.

His stern expression faded into a smile. "Good girl."

With those two words, he descended on her sweet slit, lavishing each wrinkle and fold with licks and tender, sucking kisses. He traced the tip of his tongue in wide loops, first around her outer lips, then her inner lips, then around the entrance to her hole. His nose ground into her clit with each pass. She threw her head back, back arching as a ragged moan poured from deep inside her. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. His tongue spiraled deeper into her, first around the entrance, then just within, then pushing deeper and deeper with each rotation, exploring untouched depths of her virgin hole. Her hips bucked and squirmed uncontrollably at the novel sensation of penetration. She'd never experienced anything like it before, she'd never even put a finger into herself, and Rich's hot, flexible tongue was driving her wild in new and fantastic ways.

As his questing tongue reached her hymen, he paused, pulling back, not wanting to break through just yet. She let out a disappointed whimper, the pleasure fading as he pulled free, placing a parting kiss on her tender hole. She didn't know why he would just stop like that. His hand left her hip and her curiosity only grew. He rose up, planting a kiss right on her sensitive clit as his fingers came up to seek out the entrance to her tender hole. At first, one probing finger delved into her, wiggling slightly as it pushed deeper into her, up to the second knuckle. Her virgin hole gripped even one finger, he had to wonder if he'd even be able to open her up enough to take his shaft..

The first digit was soon joined by a second, tentatively at first, slowly easing her open wider and wider. The two rolled and wormed and soon they were thrusting into her, hooked at the second knuckle, so as to keep their thrusts from going deep enough to tear her. The velvet vice gripped his knuckles, the stretching sensation new, the plain of it tempered by the pleasure of being filled and the anticipation of what was to come. Tension began to grow deep in her core, a familiar sensation as his lips and tongue sucked and flicked at that tender bead of pleasure. Her moans grew louder with each passing moment, her tiny entrance gripping around his digits.

As she grew accustomed to the intruders, their passage became easier and easier. He knew what came next would inevitably sting, but it had to be done. A third finger came up, and began to work its way into her. Her moans were soured with whimpers at the sudden stretching. It was starting to sting a little more intensely, but the pain was all bu forgotten as Rich renewed his assault on her clit. His tongue swirled tight, forceful circles around the aching bead, the waves of pleasure washing over the pain of the stretching digits as they worked into her entrance.

She could feel the tension inside her building up faster under his talented tongue-work, and he could see she wouldn't be able to last too much longer under his assault. He worked quickly, his pinky coming up, ready to drive into her, and leaned forward. He pushed the last digit forward, and just as the shock made her gasp, captured her clit with his lips and sucked sharply, his tongue continuing to flick over the very tip of it, inside his mouth. The pain and pleasure blurred together and she let out a long, wavering wail of unmistakable pleasure as the tension exploded through her entire body. Her thighs gripped tight around Rich's head as her body locked up, back arching, driving her pussy harder against Rich's face, his assault on her clit driving the pleasure higher and higher as it crashed through her body. Her fists pulled hard at the sheets, nearly yanking them from the bed as the pleasure burned through her nerves, more intense than any before. It went on for what felt like ages, slowly fading as Rich began to ease off on her clit, guiding her back to earth.

As the crashing waves of pleasure ebbed away, she was left helpless on the bed, twitching periodically as the last sparks of her orgasm rolled through her body. A blanket of soft, tingling afterglow settled over limp form, feeling her with a warm, soothing comfort. She could barely move, too weak to do anything but lay there and savor the feelings. Rick planted a tender kiss on her outer lip as he pulled his fingers free of her juicy slit, a spark of pleasure racing from her oversensitive slit to her brain, prompting a whimper.

He rose to his feet, towering over her prone form. The light behind him, Aiko only saw him as an impenetrable wall of sculpted muscle, a monument to masculinity. His thick, meaty obelisk jutted proudly from his hips, marbled by bulging veins. It was an intimidating pillar of angry, red-purple flesh, even harder than when he'd started, and it pulsed in time with his thunderous heartbeat. The flared, fist-sized crown glistened with clear, sticky precum. She stared for a long moment, swallowing nervously, before tearing her eyes away to look up into his face, her own features a mix of awe, fear, lust, excitement, with a deep affection underneath it all. She knew what was coming next.

"...Please fuck me, Master." She breathed out, the words coming naturally to her lips. Needing no further invitation, he leaned forward, reaching out for her. He pulled her into his embrace, his powerful arms encircling her slender frame, her incredible chest flattening into his powerful pecs as he held her tight. He lifted her, effortlessly, from the sheets, hands moving down to her rear as he lifted her upright, supporting her weight. Her arms automatically moved to encircle his shoulders, fingers entwining behind his neck. He was her best friend's father. She'd daydreamed of marrying him for years, of giving him all her firsts, of bearing his children. And now the moment of truth was but moments away. She was afraid, yes, but she wanted this more than anything in the universe.

His weighty, iron-hard shaft pulsed against her, it's length going all the way from her dripping kitty all up her smooth, toned stomach. It was so hot on her skin, like it was going to burn her, but that just made her want it more. She spread her legs wide, wrapping them around his waist, pulling herself tighter against the monster, opening herself as wide s possible for the coming invasion. He took the cue, and began to lift her, slowly, her juices trailing along the red-hot shaft, until she was poised on the tip of it, the purple helmet pulsing eagerly against her pink slit.

He looked into her eyes once again. She seemed to small. It had to be impossible. But there was no way he would be able to stop now, not with the heat and wetness of her virgin pussy on the tip of his invading shaft. She swallowed, and gave a tiny nod. His arms flexed, muscles rippling with incredible power as he pushed, driving her hips down onto the beastly rod. Her hairless slit stretched, slowly spreading around the helmet, her prepared entrance barely able to accommodate his girth. She felt herself opening wider and wider with each passing moment, biting her lip to silence a whimper of pain. It was wider than before, wider than she could have possibly prepared for. There was a moment where her body hesitated, the fat ridge at the edge of his head struggling to enter her. Suddenly, he kissed her, their lips meeting forcefully as his arms redoubled their push. The final bit of resistance gave, and his mammoth meat-log plowed into her, spearing deep into her virgin channel, her maidenhead shredding before his unstoppable cock. She screamed into his mouth as the searing pain lanced through her core, so sudden and intense the pleasure could do nothing to blunt its edge.

The kiss broke, and the two panted, still. The moment lasted for ages. She struggled to make her body adapt to the alien invader, to force herself to relax and let the pain abate. He struggled to hold his drives back, her recently-virgin hole gripping his cock like a vice, twitching and spasming on his length with every ounce of strength in her well-toned core. He barely had a quarter of his length inside her, but already he could hardly believe she'd be able to take any more. Their wills were both tested as time dragged on at a crawl, occasional twitched and throbs drawing whimpers and groans.

Finally, after a seeming eternity, Aiko looked into his eyes and gave another tiny nod. He returned it, and slowly, slowly began to move. He lifted her body up, inching her off the shaft, the sensation of emptiness and the dragging flare of his head on her sensitive walls made her bite her lip, but she said nothing, not willing to give up just yet. His cock retreated until just the head remained inside her gripping entrance. Then he shifted, and pushed down again, boring into her depths, deeper than before, inch by inch. He gritted his teeth, the pleasure of her indescribable tightness too strong to resist for long. When he could push no further, he reversed directions, once more scraping at her walls with his head. Sparks of pleasure began to take the edge off the pain of the invading cock. Then he pushed in again, then out, over and over, each push filling her deeper and more fully than before, each pass the pain softening and the pleasure growing.

It wasn't long before his questing cockhead encountered a more solid obstacle. With little more than half his cock inside her, he struck against a firm barrier. The sensation on his head was immediately recognizable, and he groaned deep in his chest with lust, mirrored by the soft moan from her. The feeling of her sacred depths making her mind flood with lewd thoughts. All the naughtiest fantasies she'd harbored were coming true. Only one remained.

"M-Master, you're so deep..." she whispered, eyes closed. She opened them, staring into his eyes. "I'm... I'm okay now. It doesn't hurt anymore." She assured him. "Master... it's okay, I want it. I-I want you to fill me. Every inch of me. I want you to take my womb. I... I want you... to breed me! I want you to fill me with your seed! Please, master, give me your babies!" She begged, confessing her secret fantasy.

Rich's cock gave an obvious throb at that thought, his restraint crushed beneath the lewd concept of knocking up the innocent teen, the idea swiftly filling his mind, driving out all other thought. His grip on her tight little rear tightened, holding her in place as he began to saw his hips back. He could no longer muster the control to be gentle, or slow. He drove the beast back into her in a single, unstoppable thrust, nearly ten inches of cockflesh filling her in an instant, the blunt head ramming at the gates to her final paradise. She screamed out in pleasure and pain, unprepared for the sudden intensity, but the sound fell on deaf ears. He couldn't stop himself anymore.

He let loose a primal growl of intense pleasure as he hammered into her relentlessly. He held her in motionless in midair, pounding into her relentlessly, his hips practically a blur. Her head was rolled back, a long, steady moan pouring from her lips, rising in pitch each time his battering ram slammed into the gates of her womb. Every inch of her channel hungrily squeezed and milked at the fat shaft, begging for his rich, fertile seed. But he gritted his teeth against the pleasure. There was only one place to deliver his load, and her barrier held strong. Each blow against the wall made her body twitch and clamp down on the invader, but he wasn't making progress. He knew he didn't have long before he could hold it in no more, and he would not accept defeat.

He took hold of one thigh, prying open her grip on his waist, and breaking her hold on his neck. She was confused for a moment, startled as she began to tip back, no longer able to remain upright. Without holding on. His iron shaft tipped, tilted, but did not bend. As her body came to a stop in midair, she realized with a gasp that he didn't have a hand on her, that her entire wight was supported by his unyielding iron cock. The realization sent a shiver of lust up her spine. He took hold of one of her tender, golden thighs, and lifted, carelessly upending the petite girl. She moaned as he turned her on his cock, spinning around on it like a spit, her entire body not enough to bend the unbreakable shaft. He gave a primal growl, and flexed his hips, levering her upright once more, this time her back against his iron-hard chest, his hands coming down to rest atop her hips, ready to brace her against his thrusts. She trembled in anticipation, and looked down, eyes widening as she realized there was a noticeable bulge in her normally-flat abs. His size was so great, so unrelentingly immense, it reshaped her body around it, turned her into a cock-sleeve for his pleasure. She nearly came with that thought alone.

He wasted no time, feeling the clock running down. He began to thrust once again, his hands pulling her down in time with his thrusts as he plowed into her, his arms bulging, flexing as they pushed her down on his unrelenting piston of unstoppable cock. Each push was more intense than the one before, driving deeper, harder. She screamed and moaned, pleasure and pain blurring together as his cockhead scraped over her g-spot on each thrust before slamming into her cervix. Her tunnel gripped and squeezed at his monster, legs dancing as spasms rolled through her body. His rod throbbed and pulsed desperately, jumping in anticipation of a release long-awaited. Grunts, groans, moans, and screams filled the room, the sounds of their frenzied fucking echoing into the hall.