Chapter 3: Forbidden Holes
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Elena
Dawn light filtered through the kitchen windows. I couldn’t sleep. My body burned from Marcus’s fingers and words all night. I stood at the counter in nothing but his oversized t-shirt, coffee forgotten, when his heavy footsteps approached from behind.
Strong hands gripped my hips. He spun me around and lifted me onto the counter in one smooth motion. My legs spread wide instinctively.
“Morning darling.”
“Time to make you Daddy’s slut for real, princess.”
His mouth crashed into mine. This wasn’t gentle. It was claiming. His tongue f****d my mouth while his hands shoved the shirt up, exposing my t**s. He pinched my n*****s hard, making me arch and moan into his kiss.
He pulled back only to drop to his knees. His mouth attacked my p***y like a starving man. Broad tongue licked from my asshole up to my c**t in long, filthy strokes like a pornstar. Two thick fingers plunged inside me, scissoring, stretching. I grabbed his hair, grinding against his face, my p***y juice smearing his chin.
“Daddy…fuck…I’m gonna…”
He sucked my c**t harder, his tongue rolling around my c******s as his mouth sank deep into my p***y. My legs kept shaking and my body trembled in overwhelming pleasure.
I squirted for the first time in my life. My thighs shook violently as I gushed on his tongue. He drank every drop, growling.
He stood up, c**k out already monstrous, huge vein striking in-between his c**k, mouth leaking pre-c*m. He rubbed the fat head up and down my slit, teasing my entrance.
“Beg.”
“Please, Daddy. Please f**k your little girl’s p***y. Stretch me. Ruin me for anyone else.”
He thrust in.
The burn was exquisite. Inch after thick inch forced my walls apart. I screamed, nails digging into his shoulders. He was so much bigger than any of my exes. I felt every ridge, every pulse as he sank deeper until his heavy balls rested against my ass.
“f**k, so tight,” he groaned. “This cunt was made for me.”
He didn’t give me time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed home, setting a brutal rhythm. The sound of my wet p***y taking his c**k filled the kitchen—obscene squelching, skin slapping. My t**s bounced with every thrust.
He bent me further back over the counter, folding me in half. The new angle hit my G-spot perfectly. My p***y clamping down on him like a vice.
“That’s it. Cream on Daddy’s cock.”
He f****d me through it, harder. Sweat dripped down his chest. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough.
“Whose p***y is this?”
“Yours, Daddy! Only yours!”
He roared and buried himself to the hilt. Hot c*m flooded my womb in thick ropes.
He stayed inside me, kissing me softly now. “Good girl. But we’re not done.”
I was shaking, my body now a pool of c*m and I had never felt more alive.
He finally spanked my ass roughly, his body now slick with hot sweat, his hairy chest already glistening.
"Time to go to work, darling.”
Thank you Daddy
✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ─── :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧
Two days later Marcus had me bent over my bed, ass up, face down.
“Lube’s cold, baby. Breathe.”
I whimpered as the slick gel dripped between my cheeks. His thick finger circled my tight rosebud, then pushed inside. The stretch burned deliciously. He worked it in and out patiently, adding more lube, then a second finger.
“You watched your boyfriend get his ass f****d,” he murmured. “Now Daddy’s going to train yours properly.
I pushed back, craving more. He scissored his fingers, stretching me, curling them. Pleasure sparked deep inside. My p***y dripped onto the sheets untouched.
He added a small plug in my tight ass. The pressure made me moan loudly as it popped past my ring. “Keep it in all day. I want you thinking about what’s coming.”
The fullness drove me crazy. Every movement reminded me. By evening I was desperate, humping the edge of the couch while he watched TV.
That night he removed the plug and replaced it with his c**k.
“Relax, princess. Push back.”
The head was enormous. I cried out as he forced it past my tight ring. The burn was intense, overwhelming. He held still, rubbing my back, praising me.
“Such a good girl taking Daddy in her ass.”
Inch by inch he sank deeper until his hips met my cheeks. I felt impossibly full. Stuffed. Owned. Tears of overwhelming pleasure rolled down my face.
He started moving slow, deep strokes. The friction was insane. My p***y clenched around nothing, leaking steadily. He reached around and rubbed my c**t.
“Come with my c**k in your ass, baby.”
He kept stroking harder, turned me onto my back, and folded my hands behind me. His body pressed down on mine, his right hand clamping over my mouth as he f****d me like a w***e.
His mouth close to my ear.
“What's my name?”
“Daddy.”
“What's my f*****g name again?”
“Daddy.”
“Oh come on,” my stepdad rasped, still buried deep inside me. “Spell that s**t for me.”
His hips gave a hard thrust, making me cry out. “D—A—D—D—Y.”
“Yesss.”
“Now tighten that asshole.”
After thirty minutes of rough pounding, he placed me in a 𝟔𝟗 position, his c**k in my mouth while my p***y hovered over his. Rimming and sucking both holes like a treasure.
I shattered. The orgasm hit harder than anything before. My asshole spasmed on his mouth, milking him. He groaned and flooded my mouth with c*m.
Over the next days the training intensified. Bigger plugs. His fingers. His c**k in different positions. By the end of the week I was begging him to f**k my ass harder, the pleasure all of a sudden surpassed that of my main hole { my p***y }
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