On My Daddy's Bed

spread your legs

Something in his eyes changed and the restraint shattered.

"You want to know what I see?" he growled, his voice dropping to something dark and dangerous. "I see a desperate little slut who has been begging to be f****d properly for two years."

Before I could respond, his hand left my breast and grabbed a fistful of my wet hair, yanking my head back roughly.

I gasped, pain and pleasure mixing.

"You think you're in control here?" he snarled. "You think walking around naked, putting my hands on you and calling me Daddy makes you in charge?"

His grip tightened and I whimpered.

"You are f*****g wrong."

Richard spun me around violently, shoving me forward until my hands hit the hallway wall. My heart was racing, my p***y clenching with anticipation.

"Stay still," he commanded, his voice rough with authority.

I heard him step back, and then a smacking sound echoed in my ears as his palm connected with my ass cheeks.

I cried out, the sting spreading across my skin.

"That's for two years of walking around my house in those tight dresses," Richard growled.

Then he smacked the other cheek.

"That's for eye-f*****g me back while sitting next to my son."

The third one hit harder.

"And that's for making me lose my f*****g mind."

My ass was burning, my skin hot and I was so turned on I could barely think straight.

"Spread your legs," Richard ordered and I scrambled to obey.

I pushed my legs apart, widening my stance, my hands braced against the wall.

"Wider." He ordered.

I spread them further, feeling completely exposed and vulnerable.

Good heavens, I'd never been more aroused in my life.

"Look at you," Richard said, and I could hear the dark satisfaction in his voice. "Bent over, ass red from Daddy's hand, p***y dripping down your thighs. You are such a dirty f*****g girl."

His hand slid between my legs from behind, fingers finding my wetness.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered. "You're f*****g soaked. You like being treated like a w***e, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy," I whimpered.

"Say it properly," he demanded, his fingers circling my c**t but not giving me what I needed. "Tell Daddy what you are."

"I'm a w***e," I gasped. "I'm your whore.” I said, muffling a moan threatening to slip from my lips.

"That's right." Without warning, he shoved two thick fingers inside me hard and fast.

I cried out, my back arching and p***y clenching around the intrusion.

"So f*****g tight," Richard groaned, pumping his fingers roughly. "My son really never f****d this p***y, did he?"

"No, Daddy—oh God…"

My mind was a jumbled mess with no coherent thoughts.

"Pathetic." He added a third finger, stretching me and I nearly screamed. "Three fingers and you're already falling apart. How are you going to take my c**k?" Richard asked, more like he mocked.

"Please…" I was gasping, pushing back against his hand, desperate for more.

"Please what?" His other hand came down on my ass again making me jerk forward.

"Please f**k me, Daddy. Please—I need…"

"You need what this greedy cunt needs," he growled, his fingers curling to hit that perfect spot inside me. "You need to be split open. Used. Filled until you can't walk straight."

"Yes—yes—please…" that's all the bullshit I could manage from my mouth.

Richard’s thumb found my c**t, pressing hard.

The combination of sensations had me climbing fast. My thighs started shaking, my p***y clenching around his fingers and the orgasm building right there…

He stopped and withdrew his fingers completely.

"No!" I cried out, my hips pushing back, searching for him. "Please, Daddy, I was so close…"

"I know you were," Richard said, his voice dark with satisfaction. "I felt that greedy p***y getting ready to come all over my fingers."

"Please…" I was whimpering, desperate, aching. "Please let me come…"

"No." He declared with authority.

"Please…" I was pleading now, tears of frustration stinging my eyes.

"I said no." His hand came down on my ass again.

“You don't come until I say you can come. That p***y belongs to me now. Your orgasms belong to me and I want you starved."

I whimpered, pressing my forehead against the wall, my whole body trembling with need.

"I want that p***y starved and quivering," Richard continued, his voice a dark growl. "Begging me to let it come. I want you so desperate for my touch, for my c**k, that you'll do anything I tell you to."

His fingers slid through my wetness again, teasing, circling my entrance but not entering.

"Please, Daddy," I begged. "I need to come so badly."

"You are going to wait. You're going to be my good girl and wait until Daddy decides you've earned it." Richard declared.

"I'll do anything…" I started only to be cut off.

"I know you will." His fingers left me again, and I heard him bring them to his mouth, and heard him groan. "f*****g delicious. I'm going to eat this p***y until you're crying but not today. Today, you're going to suffer for me.

You are going to learn why you shouldn't tempt me.” He announced and my p***y gushed with wetness.

He grabbed my hair, pulling me upright and spinning me around to face him. His eyes were wild and his control completely gone, replaced by a scorching desire.

"On your knees," he commanded, already reaching for his belt.

My legs were still trembling from the denied orgasm, but I dropped to my knees on the hardwood floor, looking up at him.

Richard unbuckled his belt slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. The sound of the leather sliding through the loops made my mouth water.

He unzipped his pants and freed his c**k and I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my lips.

He was massive. Thick and long, the head already glistening with precum and veins running along the shaft. It was everything I had fantasized about and more.

"Open your mouth," he ordered, fisting his hand in my hair again. "And you better take it all, because I f*****g doesn't do gentle."

I opened my mouth wide, and he guided his c**k between my lips.

The taste of him made me moan around his length.

"That's it," he growled, pushing deeper. "Take it. Take my c**k like the good little w***e you are."

His long length hit the back of my throat and I gagged but Richard didn't stop.

Tears sprang to my eyes as he pushed deeper, but I forced myself to relax and open my throat.

"f**k yes," Richard groaned when he was fully seated, his c**k buried in my throat. "Look at you. Choking on Daddy's d**k with tears running down your face.”

He pulled back, giving me a moment to breathe, then thrust back in.

Richard set a brutal pace, f*****g my mouth with no mercy

His hand remained tight in my hair, controlling my movements.

"This mouth belongs to me now," he growled. "This throat, this body…it's all mine.

He pulled out then shoved back in, hitting the back of my throat again and again. I was drooling, tears streaming down my face and p***y throbbing with need.

“ I am going to use this mouth for my pleasure and make you scream my name the way my son never did and never would.”