Daddy's Little Girl: Bred by My Daddy 3 (erotic taboo breeding erotica) (3 page)

“There’s no being stuck with you. Stuck is
what happens when you settle. I’m completely, totally, in love with
you,” I replied, surprised at my own eloquence. “I don’t know what
I’d do without you and little Davis. You two are my world.”

Peter smiled an honest, real smile. He held
my gaze for a few more seconds as his fingers started to stir again
in those curling, filling, wonderful circular motions. He touched
his tongue just below my navel and licked a path down, back to my
clit, where he settled again. I lay my head back against the wall.
His fingers pumping and stretching me, his tongue flashing back and
forth, my daddy managed to take me all the way to another world.
All of my thoughts faded, and before I knew it, my entire reality
became my sex and my emotions.

He made another sound, tingling my pussy with
his voice and plunged his fingers deeper until his palm pushed
against my body, grinding on my clit. He stood, hunched over and
licked a quick circle around the nipple I had been pinching. There
was the barest trickle of milk just brimming over the top, and when
he licked his way up, he groaned a pleasured sound when the droplet
disappeared on his tongue.

Driving his fingers inside me, Peter massaged
between my legs and closed his lips around the sensitivity of my
stiff, leaking pink tip. Back and forth he lashed his tongue,
forcing sounds I’d never heard before out of my lips. Heat surged
in my pussy as he pushed hard again, with so much force that my
whole body shifted upward.

I felt warmth escape my breast. My daddy
licked it away, moaned, and desperately rubbed his palm against
me.

“Your milk tastes as good as that pussy, Liz.
You’re all incredible,” he whispered before putting his lips back
in place and sucking harder.

A burst of sound came out of me at the same
time as my muscles tensed up. I felt a warm, wet feeling between my
legs, and the way my daddy moaned, I knew I had squirted a little.
He just kept working me, not letting me pause or catch my
breath.

Tension built up in my entire lower body,
spreading from my stuffed pussy up to where he pleasured my
breasts. I held my breath as long as I could, forcing the orgasm to
stay inside me, to tense all those muscles and tendons for what
seemed like an eternity.

Then, relief.

A second gush filled my daddy’s hand, and the
flush from my belly spread up my chest. Another squeeze of milk
rolled down Peter’s tongue and my body began to shake, weakened
from release.

“Oh that’s it, cum for me. Cum as hard as you
can, baby girl. That’s it, that’s it. Cum for daddy.”

He rotated his fingers inside me and I quaked
again as release washed over and through me.

Slowly, my breathing returned to something
approaching normal, but just as my heart rate and pulse moved in
the same direction, Peter ran a hand through my hair and slid me
toward the edge of the machine.

His cock felt like heated iron against my
cunt. As soon as he touched me with the tip of his manhood, I
shuddered. As soon as he slid it inside, I was lost to everything
all over again.

Slick with pussy juice and hard as a rock,
his cock’s head slipped soundlessly past my entrance. The muscles
in my pussy had not completely stopped convulsing from the last
orgasm he teased out of me, and welcomed my daddy back. I clenched,
trying to squeeze him, to massage his dick as he fucked me.

Harder, harder, Liz. Squeeze him as hard as
you can.

The first time I constricted around him,
Peter made a soft moaning sound and smiled. The second time, he
shivered with pleasure and drove forward until half of him was
buried inside my snatch.

“Nothing in the world feels better than
having you inside me, daddy,” I said with wide-open eyes and a lip
between my teeth. Even though I’d just squirted, his cock still had
to stretch inside me. “It feels so good to stretch around you,
especially when I squeeze.”

He put a hand underneath my ass. A finger on
each side massaged the place where my legs join my hips. For some
reason, just his pressing there almost brought me to the brink of
another explosion. I started breathing hard, and the sex-flush
crept back up my belly. Peter grinned, knowing exactly what he was
doing to me.

No more pressing, not for a moment anyway. He
dragged his cock out of my body, leaving a void, and then stuffed
it back in halfway. The whole time, he stared straight into my
eyes.

I dropped a hand between my legs and balled
my fist around his shaft, just like I did before. This time though,
I pumped him from the base to where my pussy gripped him. Slowly at
first, then harder and faster, adding a twist every now and then
that made his eyes close halfway and glaze over.

Between the little shoves he made into me,
the hard jerks with my fist and my writhing pussy muscles, I was
sure my daddy would not be able to last very long. I made up my
mind right then and there that I was not going to stop until he
lost control and filled me. The thought occurred that I had just
started ovulating again after having Davis. The idea that my daddy
might put another baby inside me was a little scary, but also a
little exciting.

Probably wouldn’t happen anyway, not yet at
least. Still though...

Almost like he sensed my drifting thoughts,
my daddy ran a sex-slicked finger up my body and circled the nipple
that he kept eyeing. He wanted to suck, I could tell. After a
moment, he pinched and gave me a little massaging squeeze before
driving his cock a deeper and pressing his lips to mine.

When our mouths touched, he shoved his cock
forward again, almost all the way. I gasped and he wrestled his
tongue between my teeth, swirling it around mine and hooking my
lower lip gently as he withdrew.

I watched his eyes as they moved up and down
my body. I knew what he was watching. First, his gaze settled on my
sweet, tight pussy as his girth in, and then pulled backwards. The
dim florescent bulb in the laundry room made a ghostly sort of
light that glinted off the juice that covered his cock. He paused
when his tool was all the way out and grinned when I reach down and
rubbed his tip against my clit before directing him back to my
hole.

Deeper he went, deeper, until his heavy, warm
balls came to rest against me. So long that he almost touched the
backmost part of my sex, and so thick that I was constantly amazed
he didn’t split me in half, my beautiful, loving daddy pulled back
away then rammed home again, sending a delicious thrill up my spine
and driving an “Oh!” from my lips.

“I want... I want you... like this.” Peter
grunted, wrapping both arms around me and lifting me into the air.
He pumped his hips, shoving that cock deep, and kicked some clothes
out of the way before sitting down on the ground, my legs on top of
his.

“Wrap those legs around me, baby girl. I want
to be as close to you as I possibly can.”

I did just as he said, locking my ankles
behind his back. Gripping my legs together made my pussy even
tighter and shoved his prick deeper. Also, from this angle I was
able to grind my aching clit against his muscular body.

Peter let me take control for a few seconds,
obviously enjoying the thrusting of my hips and how my sex slid up
and down, milking him the whole way in and the whole way out.

My daddy started to say something, but his
voice caught in his throat when I went all the way down him and
rested with my tits pressed against his chest, a tiny wet spot
growing on the front of my overly tight shirt. Holding me against
him with one arm, he slid the shirt up my body and off me, finally
letting the draft from the open window near us kiss and cool my
skin. Two more drops of sweat dripped down my neck, ran between my
breasts and finally came to rest where our bodies met.

We stayed still, my daddy – my lover, and I,
for a few precious, silent moments. Then he kissed me again on the
side of my neck near my jaw and I felt his cock stir. He drew a
deep breath, held it and then let it out as he pushed upwards
again, filling every inch of my being.

I shuddered as he touched me with his lips,
fluttery kisses trailing up my neck to my jaw, then to my chin and
then down my body. Leaning backwards, I gave him room to nuzzle
between my breasts, kiss them, and pleasure them.

Finally,
finally
, he put his mouth
back on my nipple, turned a tight little circle with his tongue and
sucked my little peak between his lips. At first, he nibbled ever
so gently and just licked. Around, over the top, back and forth he
went. So dedicated was he that his hips stopped moving, his cock
ceased to pump in and out of me, but I didn’t notice. All I knew
was that his suckles on my tit and the tiny drops of milk coming
out of me felt like nothing else in the world.

Peter is the security blanket that I cling to
when I’m scared or when I hear a noise outside. He’s the one man in
the entire world that I’ve always relied on, and the one I know I
always
can
rely on for as long as I live. All of that was
real in those beautiful moments with his mouth on me, his hands
caressing my back, and his cock so deep inside me that it was a
little hard to tell where one body ended and the other began.

I didn’t realize that my eyes had been closed
until I opened them and saw my daddy gazing up at me with his mouth
still locked around my nipple.

He started to move again. I moaned an urgent,
breathy sound as he began to rock back and forth. As our bodies
slid against one another in our private, almost silent dance, that
same heat began to rise again. The tension started to fill my body
more and more with every passing second.

Closing my eyes again and letting my daddy
take control, I was utterly helpless in his arms. I squeezed my
legs together as hard as I possibly could, driving his cock
painfully, wonderfully deep.

I listened for a moment to the sound of his
slick skin inside my body. Intoxicated by the smell of our sweat
and sex, another groaning “mmm...” dripped from my lips as I
clutched my daddy’s head to my breast and relished the feeling of
my milk trickling out of me and into him.

The hand on my lower back dipped underneath
my body. He circled my pucker gently with the tip of a finger, and
then slid it in, turning tiny circles. I squealed a little, which
made him chuckle.

All at once, the sticky heat radiating up
from my sex began to flirt with tingles from my nipple. My body
came alive with desire, and I think my daddy noticed. I clutched
him to me, gripped him with my legs. He shoved his cock in deep and
hard, ramming it against the back of my cunt and making my juice
drip down his sack and onto the floor underneath. As he thrust,
Peter took his mouth off my tit and leaned his head back. A little
dribble of milk ran down his chin.

“Uhn... oh my God, Liz, you feel so good. I
can’t take much more, you’re making your daddy cum. Oh this pussy
is so tight. Squeeze me again, squeeze this big cock. Where do you
want me to cum? Want all this sticky jizz inside you? Do you want
your daddy to fill you up?”

Each time Peter shoved in, I met him in the
middle, jamming my hips down as he pushed up. I was so close,
dangling on the edge of another climax, and to know that he was
right there with me was incredible. He pulled the finger out of my
clenching ass and braced me against his body with both arms. I
wrapped mine around his neck.

Hot breath caressed me. I knew he was close.
He breath quickened and I felt his cock twitch inside me, get a
little bigger.

When I felt him jam in again and hold me
tight, there was nothing I could do.

Air hissed between my teeth and my pussy
started to convulse on his rod. I tensed up, constricted around his
cock and bucked my hips in short, fast bursts.

Daddy let out a loud “Aaah!” and right before
his explosion, I felt his cock surge inside me, stretching my pussy
just a little more and then erupting. A rumble from deep inside his
chest vibrated against my neck, and then a huge, hot pump filled
me. His load was hot inside me, then warm as it dripped down his
dick and out of me, finally resting in a pool on his soft, smooth
sack.

Another jet gushed inside my convulsing sex,
and that was all I could take.

A rumble just like the one that came out of
my daddy slipped out of my lips. I leaned my head back, relaxed in
his arms, and let the waves of pleasure take me away.
Uncontrollably my body began to squeeze and release in cycles of
build-up and release. Over and over again, I jammed my hips down,
trying to milk every ounce of my daddy’s cum out of him and into
me.

He groaned, pushed deep and filled me one
last time as I lost all control.

I squealed and squirmed when my pussy muscles
gripped him and a gush of my own covered his cock and pooled under
our bodies.

My vision swam a little, pin-pricks of light
coloring the backs of my eyelids. My entire body clenched up tight
one last time, and released it all at once. I shook and shuddered
with my cum, safe in my daddy’s arms.

We stayed there, his cock inside me, sex
juice mixing and dripping down between us, until he began to go
soft. When he fell out of me, Peter stood up and put a pillow
against the wall, indicating I should recline.

“You stay right there baby girl, I’ll be back
in just a minute.”

As he turned to leave, I snaked out a hand
and caught the back of his leg.

“Just a sec. Come here,” I whispered.

He came close and I slipped my lips around
his cock, soft but still heavy and thick. I slid my tongue over his
dickhead, licking away the last drop of his cum and relishing the
mixture of our bodies on him. Peter stroked my hair and smiled down
at me as I kissed his tip and lay back against the pillows.