Daddy's Girl Pt. 01

But Daddy didn't seem to think Bree was any of those things. He looked down at her tiny, brown body and sighed. "You really are a baby doll," he said, sounding pained as he fumbled with the belt at his waist. His choice of phrase wasn't lost on her, either.

Bree wanted to look away, ashamed of herself, but she couldn't. She watched him unfasten his belt and push them down his legs, baring the largest, sweetest-looking cock she'd ever seen. It was long and thick, uncircumcised and hairless, with a dark head and its thick vein, just like she'd imagined it would be.

He took hold of his shaft in one hand and set the tip against her soft, moist pussy. It looked like he wanted to say something, but then Daddy took a sharp breath and pushed inside of her. The shock of it made her cry out in surprise, and she slapped a hand across her mouth to silence herself. Her moan was still loud and high-pitched in surprise, but she was afraid of being overheard.

"Sweet fuck, but you're tight, baby!" Daddy groaned, his face now looking like he really was in pain, but the moan he made wasn't pained at all. "God, your pussy feels so good, Bree."

"Really?" Bree moved her hand away to say the word, hardly daring to believe it.

"Fuck yes," he answered. "I'm sorry, baby girl, I'm going to be quick this time!" Then Daddy grabbed her thighs tight in his hands and started pounding her pussy with a desperate, rough rhythm that made the bed rock on her. Bree bit her cheek against the momentary discomfort, but she was so slick and he was so hard that it didn't last long.

Sex with Daddy was beyond anything she could've imagined. His groin pounding against hers left little white shocks in her eyes and bright sparks flaring in her belly. He didn't seem to think she was ugly or that sex felt bad; it looked to her like Daddy was enjoying fucking her. His breathing was hard and ragged, and his fingers tightened a little more with every thrust.

"Gonna—! Gonna cum, Bree!" Daddy gasped and at least had the thought to pull out of her at the last moment, spraying his seed across her belly. He was obviously pent up, because there was a lot of it, pooling into her navel, sprayed in ropes across her stomach and across the undersides of her breasts. Her pubic hair was a mess of the stuff.

Daddy was breathing hard when it was over, and took a moment to open his eyes. For a second their locked gazes, then he looked down and his eyes went wide. "What the fuck?" he said, more in surprise than anger—his cock was stained red, and blood was mixed in with the mess of jism he'd spread across her tummy. "You told me you'd had sex before," he said.

Bree looked down, burning with new shame and embarrassment. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I... This was my... I should—"

"Stop." Daddy's voice turned hard and with that one command, Bree froze in place. She looked back up at him; he seemed upset.

"Are you angry with me, Daddy?"

He sighed and his features softened. "Surprised, Bree, not angry. We can talk about it more in a minute." Daddy took charge immediately, fetching her discarded shirt to wipe up the mess he'd made before she dripped or stained the bed or carpet. She did feel ridiculous at having nothing left but a pair of socks on; she started to cover herself, burning hot with shame. "Stop that."

Immediately, Bree obeyed—she didn't know why she did it, but when he gave an order, she did as she was told.

He seemed satisfied at her obedience and took the stained shirt into the bathroom, where she heard him filling a sink to soak it. That gave her a moment to be alone, still lying on the bed on her back in the dark. The windows were cracked and she could hear the ocean, as though for the first time. Moonlight streamed across the carpeted floor and bed in silver streams. Bree was in another woman's bedroom, beside another woman's bed, and for a split second, Bree felt guilty at what she'd already done and what else she was about to do.

Then Daddy stepped back into the bedroom, his pants still undone, but he stared at her with all of the lust and hunger she remembered, the look of a man who'd been restrained for too long, and Bree's guilt vanished like it'd never existed. She remembered idolizing Jenny, wishing she had a birth father as loving and caring as Jenny's seemed to be. Even after Bree was adopted, her new Dad was larger than life, a giant that she idolized and wanted to please...and then her desires became ever stronger and stronger.

Bree remembered fantasizing about him, touching herself in the dark of her small bedroom at home, thinking about a handsome man with kind eyes and an easy smile—a man who more and more came to resemble Derek Meyer. Bree thought of growing up, always wanting the one man she couldn't have.

Well, now she had him. For that night, she was his. Bree had no more guilt, just euphoria and such a strong feeling of happiness it made her heart hurt.

Daddy stopped by the edge of the bed. "What's wrong, baby girl?"

"Wrong?" She propped herself up on her elbows, staring up at him, all handsome and strong. "Wrong about what?"

He reached out and brushed a tiny tear from her cheek. "Are you upset about tonight, Bree?"

"Oh!" She shook her head and sat up. Impulsively, she embraced him, burying her face in his chest. "Not at all. I'm just happy, Daddy." She turned her face and hugged him tight. "I never thought I'd ever have a chance like this."

Daddy kissed the top of her head. "You've been holding this in for a long time, haven't you?"

"All my life, it feels like!" Bree crawled onto the bed and turned around, perched on her knees, hands tucked tight in her lap, her bare bottom against her sock-clad feet. "Is that bad of me, Daddy?"

He shook his head and took a seat on the edge of the bed. "I don't think so. It's not your fault Cathy and I have been drifting apart like we have. It's not your fault I was lonely too, same as you." He took her hand, kissing her knuckles in a tender show of affection. "You can't help who you fall for."

"No, you can't." Bree didn't want to be so far apart from him. She crawled up closer again, sliding her arms over his shoulders and nuzzling her cheek to his. The fabric of his shirt felt rough against her breasts and nipples, lighting sparks in her belly. "It almost doesn't feel real," she said, sighing happily.

"Real as you could've hoped for." Daddy touched her cheek before he urged her to sit again, and he took her socks off, tossing them aside with the rest of her clothes.

Bree fought against a strong sense of shame and helplessness, keeping her hands tucked into her lap. "Now what, Daddy?"

"Now, let's slow down a little bit." He took her hand and urged her towards the pillows, tossing the more decorative ones onto the floor. Then, with her dark eyes locked onto him, Daddy began to undress, pulling off his shirt and kicking off his sandals. He was slightly soft in the middle, a product of his older age, but he had an all-over tan and less grey hairs than dark ones. Then he pushed down his shorts, and she got to see all of him again: his cock was softer between his legs, and he'd shaved himself smooth, making his shaft look even larger as a result.

Daddy slid into bed and lay down first and then pulled her closer to him, lifting the blankets up for her. "I hope I'm not a disappointment, compared to what you've been hoping for."

"No, Daddy, never." It felt divine to Bree as slid under the sheets and curled her body up next to his. She hugged him tight and pressed soft kisses up his chest and along his neck. The freedom just to touch him, to feel him as much as she wanted, made her heart swell and her pussy ache. "I've waited a whole life for this. It's just...so wonderful."

"I'll do my best not to ruin the moment, then," he said, smiling down at her.

Bree crawled right on top of him, belly to belly, chest to chest. She didn't want to get lost in thoughts or regrets anymore. The man she'd loved her whole life was right there, and she intended to make the most of it. They kissed again, and she tried to show just how excited and eager she was to please him.

After a moment, Daddy chuckled into the kiss and cut it short. "Easy, baby, easy now—there's no need to hurry, I promise. You're about to swallow my tongue."

He was making light of it, but Bree frowned and looked down. "Sorry. It feels like the night'll be over before it's even started." She slid back down next to him in bed, draping a leg across his and resting her cheek on his chest. Bree was a bundle of excited nerves after that, but she had to focus on more important things, like him. "Can I sleep here tonight, Daddy?"

"As though I'd want you to sleep anywhere else." Again, his tone was the thing that excited Bree the most. He was taking full control and expecting her obedience. But then, if she had to call him Daddy, why should she expect him not to act like one?

"I don't want to sleep anywhere else," she answered, again feeling very small and weak next to him, in his bed and in his arms. There was already a size difference between them, and that made it even easier to imagine that he really was her Daddy: his hands were bigger, his body was bigger; his cock was a thick rod that made her kitty ache to think of it being inside of her. She bent her head and nuzzled his chest again, pressing soft kisses to his warm flesh. "I just want to stay right here with you, Daddy. I want to..." She fumbled for the right words but failed to find them.

"Want to want?"

"I want to...to please you. To learn how to satisfy you."

His hand felt so good as he stroked her dark head. "Do you like me being your Daddy, baby? Not just your Dad."

Bree nodded. "Yes. You're my Daddy now."

"And you want to be my baby girl now?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"There's still time to back out, Bree." His voice was gentle, but it sounded tense to hear it, like he was struggling to keep himself under control; there was a tightness in his muscles, like he was ready to leap out of bed and start running. "You don't have to go through with this if you need to stop. I'd hate to stop, but...if you need to—"

Bree shook her head firmly. "No. No, Daddy. I...I want this. I want to be yours. I want you to want me." She buried her head again. "I feel so small and weak next to you," she said, her voice softening again, "but...but that also makes me feel safe and protected. I like feeling this way, Daddy."

His hand seemed to tremble as it rested atop her head. He took a long time to answer, licking his lips, calming his breathing. "You're sure?"

"Yes, Daddy." Again she repeated the words, whispering them. "I want to be your muñequita—your baby doll."

Daddy took what sounded like a long, calming breath; he was twitching under her hands, a coiled spring ready to jump at any second. "I'd like that," he said. "But..." He continued taking long, slow breaths. "If I'm going to be your Daddy, even more than just your Dad, you'll have to obey what Daddy says."

"Yes, Daddy."

"And if you're feeling small and weak...you'll have to trust and depend on your big, strong Daddy to teach you and take care of you." His voice was slow, as though he was choosing his words deliberately and carefully. Bree tucked herself in close beside him, as though that could make her seem even smaller. That appeared to be what he wanted, given his shuddering breath and his continued stroking atop her head. "Good girl. Just...just like that."

"Have I made you happy tonight, Daddy?" She kept her voice soft, he seemed to like that, and small, as though she was even smaller in size compared to him—not that it was hard to imagine that. "Did I make you feel good?"

Her question seemed to take him by surprise. "Yes, baby. And you said you want to learn how to make Daddy feel good?"

There was a thrill like liquid heat that surged in her chest. Bree fought to stay calm and nodded her little head. "Yes, Daddy."

He took another slow breath: "Well then, the first lesson I'll teach you tonight is...how to please Daddy. So...just pay close attention, baby."

Bree knew her heart was racing, and she quickly followed the gist of what he wanted. They seemed completely attuned with one another, quickly sensing the other's desires. "I want to learn more, Daddy. What should I do?"

He took one of her hands and pressed a kiss to the palm. "Just move with me, princess," he said; another choice of pet name gave Bree a delightful rush of pleasure. He urged her hand downwards under the blankets, across his broad chest and soft belly.

His cock was so hard and thick that Bree gasped when she felt it. It jumped in her fingers, and she wrapped her hand around it. "Oh, Daddy."

He took a deep breath. "Do you feel Daddy's cock, baby girl?"

"Yes, Daddy." She couldn't see it under the blankets, but she remembered what it looked like. "It's so hard, Daddy," she whispered, "and...smooth." Bree gave several tentative tugs on his shaft, feeling it flex and twitch in her small fingers. "How do I please you, Daddy?"

"J-just... Just stroke Daddy's cock, baby." Daddy seemed so aroused that it was a marvel he didn't cum just from her touch. Still, her hand was almost big enough to almost wrap all the way around his hard dick, and she gently stroked and pulled at it as he ordered.

"Like that, Daddy?"

"Yes, baby. Juuuuust like that." Daddy sighed and closed his eyes for a moment; he opened his legs wider and tightened his arm about her shoulders as she stroked his cock. It didn't matter that he'd fucked her with it already that night—she marveled at the feel and thickness of it as though it was her first time.

"It's so big, Daddy," she whispered. "Will you..." Bree was getting swept up in the fantasy of the moment too, or just what sort of question she should or shouldn't ask. "What will happen if I keep doing this?"

"Something wonderful, princess. You'll make Daddy feel good, and then...then I'll show you how to feel good, too." His breathing was already quickening, and his cock seemed ready to burst, to split his tender flesh right open.

Bree pushed herself tight against him as she continued jacking his dick with her hand. A thought occurred, one she decided to try: "Daddy?"

"Y-yes, baby?"

"It's so dry. I wish it was easier to please you." Before he could answer, she licked several of her fingers and returned to stroking; the lubrication helped and made it that much easier to pleasure him. "There, Daddy, all better."

Daddy shivered and gave a long, deep groan. "Thank you, sweet girl. You're being so good for Daddy."

Bree gave her hand a few more licks and soon had his cock good and slippery under the blanket. "Can I see, Daddy? Can I see how I'm pleasing you?"

Daddy threw back the covers, baring his hard dick, sticking up between his legs, slipper and slick. Bree bit her lip and kept stroking him, starting to whisper again, mixing one fantasy with others. "Does my hand feel good, Daddy? Do you like your baby touching you? Are you going to cum all over me again like last time?"

"Mmmmmm, God, fuck yes," he said, sounding a touch delirious and turned on. "Talk to Daddy some more, baby doll," Daddy said, his voice tight, his breath shuddering in his chest. "Let...let me hear you. Daddy loves hearing you talk, baby Bree."

Taking the initiative, Bree sat up and knelt between his opened legs. Lubricating both sets of fingers, she wrapped her hands around his meaty shaft and started pumping with hard, quick motions. She wasn't sure what to say, but she was no prude either and had a good idea of what he wanted to hear. "Fuck my hands, Daddy, show how big and hard you can get. Mmmm, don't you wanna cum and make me filthy again, Daddy? Paint my little belly with your jizz? Make me all dirty, Daddy, make me a dirty little girl." Bree bit her lip and moaned aloud for him, but also for herself because it took all of her self control not to climb onto his dick for another ride.

Her small voice and wicked words did the trick—Daddy groaned and pushed his head back, clutching the blankets tight in both hands. "Fuck, baby. I... I'm gonna cum now! Daddy's cumming, baby girl!" He pushed his hips up, his cock jutting upwards as he began to climax. It was his second orgasm of the night and she could see he was still making up for lost time—there was still so much of it. Bree arched her back, thrusting her breasts out for him, squeezing his dick tight as she aimed his spraying seed all over her chest and belly again. His ropes of hot jism seared her skin and made her gasp from the sensation, of how wicked and wonderful it felt for him to cum all over her. By the time he was finished, she was a dripping mess again, streaked and soaked with it.

It made Bree feel dirty, and it made her feel hot. It made her feel powerful. She'd done something to Daddy that she'd never done to any other man: she made him cum just from the power of her voice and her body. What should've been humiliating felt amazing, and she wanted more of it.

Any guilt she might've had was gone forever now.

Daddy came to with a hard shudder and a deep, cleansing breath. Careless of the mess, he pulled her to him and kissed her with the force and fury of how she'd wanted to kiss him earlier—unlike Bree, Daddy was a very good kisser. She moaned into his mouth, feeling the heat of his seed stain her skin and part of her almost wished she didn't have to wash it off. Almost.

When the kiss ended, she gave him a curious look, wide-eyed. "Did I please you, Daddy?"

Daddy took a shuddering breath and smiled at her. "You did wonderful, sweet girl."

Bree grinned and laughed. "Good! I guess my new Daddy's a real good teacher, huh?"

Daddy smirked and stroked her head again. "You're a natural. But, it probably wouldn't hurt to clean up a little more thoroughly, would it?"