Daddy s*x Toy

First Lesson

I couldn’t move.

Daddy stood at the foot of my bed, belt undone, eyes dark with hunger as he slowly pulled down his zipper. The sound echoed in the quiet room like a warning.

My heart hammered so hard I was sure he could hear it. My panties were still pushed to the side, p***y glistening from his fingers and my own arousal. The pink vibrator lay forgotten on the sheets beside me.

“Sit up, babygirl,” he ordered softly.

I obeyed without thinking, pushing myself up on shaky arms until I was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs dangling. My sheer black bra barely contained my heavy breasts, n*****s tight and aching.

He stepped between my spread thighs, so close that his expensive trousers brushed against my knees. One big hand cupped my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze.

“Look at me.”

I did. Those gray eyes were intense, almost predatory.

“You’ve been playing with toys like a naughty little girl,” he murmured, thumb stroking my lower lip. “But tonight, you’re going to learn what it feels like to be used by a real man. By Daddy.”

He took my small hand in his and guided it to the bulge straining against his black boxer briefs. My fingers trembled as they wrapped around the thick, hard length.

“Oh my God…” I whispered. He was huge — much bigger than the toy I’d been using.

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Feel that? This is what’s going to stretch you open from now on. Every day. Every night. Whenever Daddy wants.”

He pushed his briefs down, and his c**k sprang free long, thick, veined, with a swollen head already leaking precum. It looked intimidating. Beautiful. Dangerous.

“Stroke it,” he commanded.

I wrapped both hands around him, barely able to close my fingers. The skin was hot and velvet-soft over steel. I moved slowly at first, then faster when his breathing grew heavier.

“Good girl,” he praised, voice rough. “Just like that. You’re going to get very good at pleasing Daddy’s cock.”

He let me explore him for a minute, then gripped my hair gently but firmly, guiding my head forward.

“Open your mouth.”

I hesitated for half a second. This was really happening. My stepfather the man who used to help me with homework was about to f**k my face.

But my p***y clenched at the thought, dripping down my thighs.

I parted my lips.

He didn’t shove in roughly. Instead, he rubbed the wet head across my tongue, letting me taste the salty precum.

“Suck on the head first, baby. Nice and slow.”

I closed my lips around him and sucked gently, swirling my tongue like I’d seen in videos. His groan was the most satisfying sound I’d ever heard.

“f**k… such a natural little c**k warmer.”

He pushed deeper, inch by inch, until he hit the back of my throat. I gagged softly, eyes watering.

“Breathe through your nose,” he coached, holding still. “Relax your throat for Daddy.”

I tried. Tears slipped down my cheeks, but I didn’t pull away. Something deep inside me wanted to please him. Wanted to be good for him.

He started moving slow, shallow thrusts at first, then deeper. Saliva dripped down my chin onto my breasts.

“Look at you,” he growled, watching his thick c**k disappear between my swollen lips. “On your knees in your pretty pink bedroom, sucking your stepdaddy’s c**k like the perfect little toy you were born to be.”

My hand slipped between my legs without thinking, rubbing my swollen c**t.

He noticed immediately.

“No.” He pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop and slapped my hand away. “Your orgasms belong to me now. You don’t touch yourself unless I say so.”

I whimpered in protest.

He smirked. “Needy already? Good.”

He pushed me back onto the bed and climbed over me, caging me in with his big body. His c**k rested heavy and hot against my stomach.

“Beg me,” he whispered against my ear. “Beg Daddy to f**k you.”

I was trembling with need, p***y aching emptily.

“Please, Daddy…” My voice was small and broken. “Please f**k me. I need it. I need you inside me.”

He kissed my neck, then bit down hard enough to make me gasp.

“That’s my girl.”

He hooked his fingers in my panties and ripped them off in one smooth motion. The head of his c**k nudged against my slick entrance, teasing my folds.

“Last chance to say no, babygirl,” he said, eyes locked on mine. “Once I’m inside you, there’s no going back. You’ll be Daddy’s s*x toy for as long as I want.”

I didn’t hesitate.

“Please… use me.”

With one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me.

I cried out, back arching off the bed. He was so big stretching me wide, filling every inch. The burn was intense, but the pleasure was even stronger.

“f**k, you’re tight,” he groaned, holding still to let me adjust. “This p***y was made for Daddy.”

He started moving slow at first, then harder, deeper. The wet sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room. My breasts bounced with every thrust.

“Daddy!” I moaned, nails digging into his shoulders.

He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand.

“That’s right. Scream for me. Let the whole house know who owns this cunt now.”

He angled his hips and hit a spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes. I came hard, clenching around his thick c**k, crying out his name.

He didn’t stop. He f****d me through it, then flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and took me from behind like an animal.

“Such a good little toy,” he growled, spanking my ass hard. “Taking Daddy’s c**k so well on your first night.”

Another orgasm crashed over me.

Only then did he finally let go slamming deep and filling me with hot, thick ropes of c*m.

When he pulled out, I felt it drip down my thighs.

He collapsed beside me and pulled my limp body against his chest, kissing my forehead almost tenderly.

“Tomorrow we start your real training,” he murmured against my hair. “Collars. Plugs. Rules. You’re going to learn exactly how Daddy likes his toy to behave.”

I was exhausted, sore, and dripping with his c*m… but I’d never felt more alive.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.

He smiled in the dark.

“Good girl.”