All For… Daddy

I Called Him Daddy…

Kristi.

My head was still lolling back against Troy’s broad shoulder.

My moans and confessions hanging in the air, when his hand finally left my aching breasts.

I was panting, my n*****s throbbing from his relentless pinching and twisting, my white shirt half-unbuttoned and hanging open like an invitation I couldn’t take back.

My p***y was a soaked, clenching mess—dripping down my thighs, ruining my thong, my skirt hiked up so high I might as well have been naked already.

I felt like I was on the edge of something dangerous.

Something I’d craved since I was seventeen and too young to even know what it meant to be ruined by a man like him.

“Stand up, Kristi,” he commanded, voice low and rough, the kind of dominant tone that made my knees weak and my cunt flutter.

No please.

No question.

Just pure authority from the man who used to call me princess while my dad grilled burgers in the backyard.

I obeyed instantly, legs shaky as I pushed out of the leather chair.

My heart hammered against my ribs—fear and lust twisting together so tight I could barely breathe.

This was really happening.

He came around to face me and folded his powerful arms. “Strip. Everything. Slowly. I want to see what’s been teasing me all this time.”

My fingers fumbled with the rest of my shirt buttons, but I made myself go slow like he ordered, letting the white fabric slide off my shoulders and pool at my feet.

My skirt followed, shimmying down my hips until I stood there in just my soaked black thong.

Troy’s eyes raked over me like I was his property, dark and hungry, lingering on my hard n*****s, the curve of my waist, the wet spot darkening the crotch of my panties.

“Thong too, baby girl. Show me that pretty p***y you sent me pictures of.”

I hooked my thumbs in the lace and peeled it down, stepping out of it on trembling legs.

Cool air hit my shaved, glistening folds, and I whimpered at how exposed I felt—completely bare for him in the middle of his office.

The world outside none the wiser that Andrew’s daughter was about to get f****d senseless by his oldest friend.

Troy’s grin was wolfish as he reached for his belt, the leather whispering through the loops of his slacks.

He doubled it over and stepped close, wrapping the cool strap around my throat like a leash.

I swallowed as the buckle clicked softly at the back of my neck, tight enough to choke me but not rob me of air.

In that moment, I felt owned.

Completely. Helplessly.

My p***y clenched so hard a fresh trickle of wetness slid down my inner thigh.

He gave the belt a gentle tug, pulling my face up to his. “Good girl. Now crawl to me.”

He backed up and sank into his big leather chair behind the desk, legs spread wide, that massive bulge straining against his zipper.

The belt stayed looped around my neck, the end in his fist.

I dropped to my hands and knees without hesitation, the tiles cold under my palms as I crawled toward him, ass up, t**s swaying, the leather leash pulling me forward like the eager little slut I was.

My mind was screaming.

This is so wrong, he’s Dad’s best friend!

What if someone hears? What if he tells everyone I’m just a cheap w***e who sent desperate nudes?

But my body was on fire, refusing to listen to reason the more my p***y throbbed with every inch I crawled closer.

When I reached him, Troy grinned down at me, silver hair catching the light, looking every bit the powerful, dominant man who could ruin me and make me thank him for it.

“That’s it, princess. Take out my c**k and suck it.”

My hands shook as I unzipped him, freeing him.

His c**k was even bigger than I’d imagined, a thick, veiny monster, flushed dark, the head already leaking precum.

Wasting no time, I wrapped my lips around it immediately, moaning at the salty taste, taking him as deep as I could while he kept the belt leash taut in one fist.

“f**k, that’s good,” he groaned, hips rocking up to feed me more. “Suck it like you mean it, Kristi. Like you’ve been practicing on that pathetic boyfriend just so you could choke on a real man’s dick.”

I began to bob my head fast and sloppy, gagging when he hit the back of my throat, tears pricking my eyes as saliva dripped down my chin.

He’s so much thicker than Peter, so much harder, I’d let him f**k me anyhow he wanted, let him use me while Dad thinks I’m just interning.

Troy’s free hand fisted my hair, guiding me, using my mouth like a toy while the belt kept me collared and obedient.

He lasted longer than I expected, stretching my mouth, sliding down my throat, burning every inch of it.

His moans driving me to take more, to suck and twist, to choke and gag. Anything to please him.

When he finally came it was with a deep, guttural growl.

Hot c*m flooded my mouth, so much I couldn’t swallow it all and some spilled down my chin, dripping onto my t**s as he held me there, making sure I took every drop.

Before I could catch my breath, he pulled the belt so I could stand and yanked off his tie in one smooth motion.

“Hands behind your back.”

I obeyed, my wrists crossed as he bound them tight with the silk tie, knotting it securely.

I was completely at his mercy and my p***y ached like it was christmas.

How many times had I imagined this? Wanted this?

Troy stood, lifting me like I weighed nothing and laying me flat on my back across his massive desk.

Papers scattered as he swiped them away, his computer shoved aside, pens hitting the floor.

He spread my legs wide, staring down at my soaked, puffy cunt with pure possession in his eyes.

“I really shouldn’t, Kristi. I love your father…but I can’t let you leave here without tasting you. I must f**k this forbidden p***y,” he said, voice dark and rough as he stroked his still-hard c**k.

He rubbed the thick head up and down my slit, teasing my c**t until I was whimpering and bucking against my bound hands.

“I won’t go slow. I won’t be gentle. You’ll call me Daddy. You’re going to say please and thank me. Do you understand?”

“Yes…daddy!”

“Good girl.” He slammed into me in one brutal thrust, burying himself balls-deep.

I cried out around the belt, my back arching off the desk, my binds digging into my wrists.

My walls stretched perfectly, as Troy’s c**k filled me for the first time.

I could cry at the heat, the completion, the stars bursting behind my eyes.

“Oh god…”

He gave little time to adjust, then true to his words, Troy drilled me into his desk.

He was rough, fast, his hips snapping hard against my skin, the desk creaking under us as he pounded my p***y like he paid for it.

“f**k, you’re tight,” he growled, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Tighter than I imagined all those nights I jerked off thinking about you. Tell me whose cunt this is now.”

“Yours,” I gasped, voice breaking on every thrust. “It’s yours, Daddy. Peter could never f**k me like this—oh God, harder, please—”

He grinned. “That’s my girl.”

Then he flipped me over, thrusting back in before I took a breath, pushing my face down over the desk, ass up, bound hands trapped beneath me.

“Yes, oh f**k, oh f**k…” was the only thing I could cry out.

I’d never been f****d like this before, this new angle hit even deeper, his c**k dragged against that perfect spot inside me until I was sobbing with pleasure.

One big hand cracked across my ass—sharp, stinging—then again and again, leaving red handprints while he destroyed my p***y.

“Such a dirty little slut for your Daddy’s best friend,” he snarled, voice thick with lust. “Sending me nudes like a w***e, crawling on your knees, letting me leash you and use your throat. You love it, don’t you?”

“Yes—yes, I love it,” I moaned, pushing back to meet every savage thrust, my t**s smashed against the cool wood, n*****s scraping with every jolt.

I’ll never be able to f**k anyone again without thinking of this, without wishing it was Troy’s c*m leaking out of me instead.

My throat grew hoarse from moaning and my senses grew hazy with lust, with ecstasy, with the pull of orgasm.

He pulled out suddenly, making me whine at the emptiness, then spun me onto my back again and hooked my legs over his shoulders.

He drove back in, folding me in half, pounding so deep I felt him in my stomach.

His thumb found my c**t, rubbing tight circles while he f****d me.

“c*m for me, princess,” he ordered. “c*m on my c**k like the desperate little cumslut you are.”

It took two f*****g seconds.

I shattered.

The orgasm ripped through me so hard my vision whited out, p***y clamping down around him in rhythmic spasms, squirting messily over his shaft and the desk as I screamed his name.

Troy didn’t stop.

He kept f*****g me through it, chasing his own release, until he buried himself to the hilt and came with a roar.

Hot, endless spurts flooding my womb, so much it leaked out around his c**k as he kept thrusting through the aftershocks.

“Daddy, please—”

But he wasn’t done and my pleas died in my throat.

He flipped me again, this time pulling me to the edge of the desk and bending me over.

Then he sat back in his chair, yanked me onto his lap and slammed my p***y onto his d**k I felt the jolt in my spine.

“Ahhh, wait, Daddy, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” His hands on my hips forced me down harder, the belt leash on my throat now being pulled.

My back hit his chest and my head whipped back so he could whisper into my ear.

filthy praises in my ear.

“Ride it, baby girl. Milk every drop. This is what you wanted. So shut up and take this d**k because I’ll give it to you either way.”

I came again, and then once more when he ordered me to get on my hands and knees on the floor and he mounted me.

By the time he pulled out, I was a sobbing, shaking mess, covered in c*m that leaked from my ruined p***y, streaked across my back and breasts.

My wrists were still bound, the belt sharp on my skin, my body marked and claimed.

Troy loosened the tie from my wrists and pulled me into his lap, kissing me slow and possessive while his fingers lazily stroked my oversensitive c**t.

“You’re hired, Kristi,” he murmured against my lips, voice dark with promise.

“Internship starts tomorrow. And every day after… you’ll be right here, on your knees or bent over this desk, learning exactly what it means to be mine.”

I f****d my daddy’s best friend, and Daddy and Mummy can never know about it.