Daddy’s Plaything

Cúm For Daddy…

Marina


I woke up sore.


My thighs were still faintly sticky, my p***y tender and sensitive with a deliciously deep ache that sent a dull throb through me.
It was a reminder that I’d been filled for the first time last night by my uncle.
God, those were words I never thought would ever be true but here I was, the memory sending a fresh gush of heat between my legs.
Every filthy fantasy I’d ever touched myself to had come true in one brutal, perfect night and now my body knew only one craving: his c**k. The massive, thickly veined and unforgiving thing that had reshaped me from the inside out.
I rolled onto my side, squeezing my thighs together. The pressure against my oversensitive c**t dragged a stifled moan from my throat.
It felt like something had opened in my core, a bottomless, greedy hunger for the filthy things I wanted done to me by James.
Was this addiction? This desperate, shameful need to be used by my own uncle again?
I hoped not.
Because how could any other man ever compare? No college boy with clumsy fingers would know what to do with the hunger unleashed inside me. They wouldn’t understand that I didn’t want it gentle. I needed to be dominated, pinned, stretched, filled until I couldn’t think, used until I couldn’t do anything but come apart on my uncle’s wonderful dick.
“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!” Gina’s voice, far too cheerful for the wicked thoughts swirling in my head, burst into the room. She bounced onto my bed, landing beside me with a soft thud that made my sore body protest.
I groaned and pulled the covers over my head. “Go away.”
“Nope! We have a picnic to get ready for!” She yanked the blanket away, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “All my friends are coming, and you’re finally going to meet Chase. I told him all about you.”
She bounced again, her boobs straining against the tight crimson dress she wore that barely covered her round ass cheeks.
“I’m not really in the mood, Gina.”
She snorted. “Bullshit. Chase is, like, legendary. They say he f***s like a stallion and he’s practically dying to get his hands on that virgin p***y of yours and pop your sweet cherry.”
Too late, I thought, as a dark, ironic laugh bubbled in my chest.
If only she knew.
My cherry hadn’t just been popped. It had been ravaged by her own father.
The thought sent a dark thrill through me, a delicious secret that made my p***y clench so hard I nearly whimpered aloud.
“I’m seriously not letting you go off to college a virgin, Mari.”
“Fine,” I muttered, sitting up and shifting to ease the sweet pressure in my core.
The sheet slid to my waist, cool air kissing my stiff n*****s as I’d slept naked. “But the sink faucet’s busted. I need to clean up.”
Gina rolled her eyes, a dramatic sigh escaping her lips. “Ugh, that old thing? Don’t worry about it. I’ll tell Daddy when he gets back from work. He can fix anything. He’s very good with his hands.”
The word Daddy settled in my stomach like iron. A bolt of pure, filthy heat shot straight to my c**t, soaking the sheets beneath me. He was her daddy, but last night, he had been mine, too.
My Daddy, who was good with his hands and his c**k, holding me down, spreading me wide, and forcing pleasure into me until I broke.
I bet he could fix my needy cunt that was pulsing with lust now.
“Okay.”