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I please daddy while mummy makes us breakfast…
chapter 1
Daddy’s big calloused fingers traced the outline of my tiny panties, as I waited in my usual position. My face buried in my pillow and my bum in the air. I was only 11, but I knew what was coming. The smell of Mummy’s apple pie filled the house from the kitchen downstairs, which meant she was busy and wouldn’t hear us. The TV in the living room played some mind-numbing show that she liked, drowning out any little sounds we might make.
My heart thudded in my chest as Daddy’s hand slid under the waistband of my panties. The fabric was damp with my excitement and fear. His touch was rough, but I liked it. It made me feel alive and dirty, like I was doing something really naughty. He started to pull my panties down, but I stopped him. “We have to be quiet,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Mummy’s downstairs.”
He nodded and pulled a bottle of hand cream from the nightstand drawer. The cool, thick liquid squirted out onto his palm, and he began to rub it into my bumhole. The sensation was strange and a bit painful at first, but soon it became a warm, comforting feeling as he worked the cream into my tight little hole. I could feel it stretching and giving way to his thick fingers. The smell of the hand cream mixed with the sweet scent of Mummy’s apple pie, creating an oddly comforting aroma in the room.
My daddy’s eyes were intense and focused on his task, his breathing shallower as he pushed his finger deeper inside me. His other hand brushed against my tiny love button, sending sparks through my body, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
I reached down and pulled my panties off eagerly, feeling the coolness of the air kiss my skin. I tossed them aside, revealing my nakedness to him. My pussy was already slick with excitement, my clit pulsing as I watched him lubricate his thick cock with the same hand cream. He was so big, so powerful, and the thought of him filling me up made me feel so small and vulnerable, yet I craved it.
Without a word, Daddy positioned the tip of his cock at my tight entrance, his breathing heavy with anticipation. I felt his hot, heavy weight pressing against me as he started to push in. His fat head spread my cheeks apart, and I took a deep breath, preparing for the painful stretch that I knew would come next. Gradually, inch by inch, he worked his way into me.
The pain grew, but so did my arousal. I bit down harder on my pillow to muffle any sounds. The pressure was intense, and I could feel my sphincter trying to resist the intrusion. But Daddy was insistent, his grip on my hips firm as he pushed deeper. He was relentless, his cock filling me up completely, until I felt his balls against my hairless little folds.
Once fully seated, Daddy paused, giving me a moment to adjust to the feeling of being so utterly filled. His hand found its way to my clit,
again, and he began to rub it gently in time with his shallow thrusts. Each stroke brought a wave of pleasure that seemed to cancel out the discomfort. I moaned into the pillow, my body starting to move with his rhythm.
He leaned over me, his warm breath tickling my ear. “You’re so tight, baby,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. “So tight and perfect.” His words sent shivers down my spine, and I pushed back against him, silently begging for more. He began to move faster, his hand moving from my clit to my throat, his grip tightening just enough to make me feel the pressure without cutting off my air.
The sound of his skin slapping against my ass echoed in the room, mixing with the distant sounds of the TV and the occasional clang from the kitchen. My eyes watered, but I didn’t dare make a noise. I could feel Mummy’s presence downstairs, and the risk of getting caught was part of the thrill. Daddy’s cock slammed into me, each thrust sending a bolt of pleasure through my body.
He pulled almost all the way out, his mushroom head teasing the tight ring of my ass, making me ache for the moment it would fill me again. The anticipation was exquisite, my breaths coming in short, muffled gasps. His thumb pressed harder into my throat, and my vision swam with the sudden rush of blood to my head.
As the tip of his cock hovered just inside my hole, I felt my sphincter spasm, desperately trying to keep hold of him. Then, with one powerful thrust, he sank back into me, his balls slapping against my pussy. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that had me seeing stars.
Daddy’s rhythm grew more erratic as he fucked me harder, his breaths coming in ragged pants. His hand tightened around my throat, and I had to fight the urge to squirm and make noise.
In an attempt to distract myself from the pain and pressure, I reached down with my hand and began to rub my own tiny love button. It felt like a forbidden fruit, ripe and waiting for my touch. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through my body that seemed to resonate with every thrust of Daddy’s cock.
As Daddy’s movements grew more urgent, so did my own. My hand was a blur over my clit, the pleasure building with each stroke. The tension in the room was palpable, the only sounds the slap of skin on skin and the occasional gasp that escaped my mouth. My little pussy was dripping wet, and I could feel the juices running down my thighs.
Suddenly, his hand tightened around my throat, and he let out a low, animalistic growl. I knew he was close, and the thought of his hot cum filling my ass made my own orgasm crest. I rubbed faster, my body tensing as the pleasure coiled within me. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he let go.
I could feel his cock pulse inside me, the warmth spreading as he emptied himself into my bowels. My own orgasm ripped through me, making my body convulse around his thick member.
He held himself deep inside my ass, his breath hot and heavy in my ear, his hand still tight around my throat. We stayed like that for a moment, both of us lost in the aftermath of our shared climax.
Slowly, Daddy’s grip loosened, and he slid out of me with a wet, sticky sound. He leaned over and kissed the back of my neck, his cock still pulsing with the last vestiges of his orgasm. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction.
I rolled over onto my back, my face still flushed and my breathing ragged. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with a mix of lust and adoration. Without a word, I took his softening cock into my mouth, eager to clean him up. I could taste the saltiness of his cum mixed with the tang of my own ass juices. It was a heady, forbidden flavor that made my mouth water.
I sucked and licked, savoring every drop. Daddy watched me, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure, as I took care of him. His cock was semi hard in my mouth, and I knew he enjoyed watching me clean him up like a good little slut. When he was finally clean, I swallowed the last of his cum and gave his cock one final kiss before letting it go.
He tucked himself back into his pants with a satisfied sigh, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at his pleasure. I pulled my panties back on, the sticky mess between my cheeks making me squirm. The feeling of his cum inside me was a constant reminder of what we had just done, and I couldn’t wait for the next time.
“Come on, baby,” Daddy whispered, his voice a gentle rumble. “Let’s go downstairs before your mum wonders where you’ve been.” He offered me his hand, and I took it, allowing him to help me to my feet. My legs felt wobbly, and my ass was still tingling from the pounding he had given me.
As we descended the stairs, the aroma of Mummy’s apple pie grew stronger, and the sounds of the TV grew louder. My cheeks were still flushed, and my breath was shallow from the intensity of our secret rendezvous. Daddy gave my hand a squeeze, a silent reminder of our shared secret, and I couldn’t help but smile.
Chapter 2
I wake up the next morning in my little cotton nightie, the smell of Mummy’s cooking wafting upstairs. It’s a typical weekend, the sun peeking through the curtains, hinting at the promise of a warm day. I stretch out my legs, feeling the delicious ache in my bum from last night’s escapade. The memories of Daddy’s rough touch and the feel of his cock inside me still linger, making my cheeks flush with a mix of shame and excitement.
With a yawn, I slide out of bed and tiptoe down the stairs, the wooden steps creaking softly under my bare feet. The smell of bacon and eggs fills the house, and my stomach rumbles in anticipation. Daddy is sat at the kitchen table in his robe, reading the newspaper, while Mummy bustles around the kitchen in her frilly apron, her back to me. She’s humming a cheerful tune, completely oblivious to almost everything other than her cooking.
“Morning, sweetie,” she says without looking up, placing a plate piled high with food in front of Daddy.
He glances up at me and gives a knowing wink, folding the newspaper and patting the chair next to him. “Come sit down, baby girl. Breakfast is almost ready.”
I kneel on the chair, my little nightie riding up to my hips. From his angle, Daddy has a clear view of my nakedness beneath, my smooth 11 year old pussy lips and my bum hole, still a little red from last night’s adventure. But the table hides my naughtiness from Mummy’s prying eyes. She’s too focused on her culinary masterpiece to notice the way I’m presenting myself to him.
“Did you sleep well?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly, sending shivers down my spine. I nod, my cheeks burning even more as I recall the reasons behind my restless night. The ache in my ass is a constant reminder of his love, and it makes me feel like I’m floating on a cloud of naughty pleasure.
Mummy clatters pans in the kitchen, her back still turned. Daddy casually reaches for the butter dish on the table, his movements so natural that she doesn’t suspect a thing. He scoops out a a small dollop with his middle finger.
“Let’s make sure you’re all nice and ready for today,” he murmurs, his eyes dark with desire. He brings the finger to my exposed bum hole, and I feel the coolness of the butter against my sensitive skin. His touch is gentle, almost tender, as he starts to circle my star. I shiver and grip the chair, my pussy clenching in response.
Mummy turns around, holding a spatula. “What are you two whispering about?” she asks, her eyes narrowing slightly, but her smile never falters.
Daddy’s hand freezes for a moment before he withdraws it casually. “Just telling her about the fun we’re going to have at the park,” he says smoothly, winking at me again.
Mummy’s smile widens, and she nods. “Oh, good. You two should spend more time together. It’s important for a father and daughter to have a close bond.” She turns back to the stove, giving us a moment of privacy.
Daddy’s slick finger slides into my ass, the butter making the entry easy. I bite my lip to keep from gasping as he works it in and out, gently stretching me open. I can’t believe we’re doing this right here, at the breakfast table, with Mummy just a few feet away. But the thrill of being caught only makes it hotter.
He starts to move his finger in and out slowly, the feeling of fullness growing with each stroke. I squirm in my seat, trying not to make a sound, my smooth, little preteen pussy now throbbing with need. He leans over, giving me a stern look anh whispers. “Be quiet, baby. Don’t want your mum to know what a dirty little girl you are.”
The warning sends a thrill through me, and I nod obediently. I can feel my ass starting to relax around his digit, my body already craving more. Daddy’s hand moves slightly faster now, as he preps me for what’s to come. The smell of breakfast fills the room, but all I can think about is how much I want to feel his cock in my ass again.
Mummy bustles over with a plate of steaming eggs, bacon, and toast. She sets it down in front of me, her smile bright. “Eat up, darling,” she says, patting my head. “We don’t want you getting too skinny.”
Daddy withdraws his buttery finger from my ass, leaving me feeling empty and needy. He takes a sip of his coffee, his eyes never leaving mine. I sit down properly, trying to compose myself, and pick up my fork, the tines clinking against the plate as I try to steady my hand.
We eat in silence, the only sounds the occasional sizzle from the stove and the rustle of newspaper pages. Mummy is humming contentedly, oblivious to the tension that fills the air. With each bite of toast and sip of juice, I feel the ache in my ass growing, a constant reminder of our secret.
Daddy finishes his breakfast first, folding his newspaper and placing it neatly beside his plate. He stands up, patting his full stomach. “I think I’ll go watch the news in the sitting room,” he says casually, his eyes lingering on me for just a moment too long. “You should join me, baby.”
My heart races as I follow him into the living room, my plate still half-finished on the table. He sits down, patting his knee. “Come here, sit on Daddy’s lap,” he says, his voice low and gruff. I scurry over, eager to be closer to him, feeling the warmth of his thighs through the thin material of my nightie.
He opens his robe, his cock standing tall and proud. It’s a terrifying and thrilling sight, so much big and meaty. He spreads my cheeks with one hand, his thumb lingering on my clit, and guides the head of his cock to my butter lubed up bottom with the other. I feel a bead of precum dribble onto my skin, the anticipation of his thickness filling me up again making my stomach flip.
He presses the blunt tip of his cock against my tiny, tight hole, the pressure making me gasp. My eyes widen as the head spread my cheeks apart, the anticipation building in me like a volcano about to erupt. His grip on my hip tightens as he pushes harder, the head popping through with a slight pop, sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine.
With a grunt, Daddy starts to ease into me, the thick shaft of his cock stretching me so wide. With each inch that sinks into me, I feel like I’m being split apart, filled in the most deliciously sinful way.
The way were sat it looks like we’re just a typical father and daughter, watching TV together, except for the fact that his cock is buried deep in my ass, and my tiny body is quivering with each of his slow, deliberate movements.
With a final, gentle push, the last few inches of his thick shaft slide into me, his pubic hair brushing against my bum cheeks. I let out a soft sigh, feeling utterly filled and complete. Daddy’s hands are firm on my hips, holding me in place as he starts to rock into me, his cock moving with a gentle rhythm that makes me squirm with pleasure.
Just as he finds his stride, the door to the living room swings open and in walks Mummy, her eyes wide and her smile frozen on her face, and for a heart-stopping moment, I think she’s going to catch us in the act. But my nightie is just long enough to hide the truth from her view.
“Ready to go to the park?” she chirps, oblivious to the depraved dance happening on the couch. Daddy doesn’t miss a beat, his cock still buried hilt deep inside me. “I just want to watch the morning news, love,” he says, his voice calm and collected.
My heart hammers in my chest as she nods and leaves the room, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. We wait, holding our breath, until we’re sure she’s out of earshot. “Now, baby,” he whispers, his grip tightening, “you’re going to bounce on my cock like you’re riding a pony, okay?”
I nod eagerly, placing my hands on his thighs for balance. Slowly, I start to lift myself up and down, my young ass muscles clenching around his thick shaft. The sensation is strange and wonderful, the ache from last night’s pounding forgotten as a new kind of pleasure takes its place. Daddy groans, his hand sliding up to my throat again, his thumb pressing gently against my pulse.
As I ride him, my body makes the most obscene sounds, my bum sucking him in and farting out air with every bounce. It’s so wrong, so dirty, but I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips. His cock feels like it’s splitting me in two, filling me up so completely that it’s all I can focus on. His hand moves from my neck to my tiny love button, teasing it with a gentle but firm pressure that sends jolts of pleasure through my body.
His rough fingers work my nub making me feel like I’m going to combust. His cock starts to throb inside me, and I know he’s close. I want him to cum inside me, to feel his hot seed fill me up once more. I bounce faster, my ass cheeks slapping against his thighs as I take him deeper, my breath coming in short gasps.
“Oh, Daddy,” I whimper, unable to keep the desperation from my voice.
His response is a gruff groan, his hips bucking up to meet my downward thrusts. The sound of our flesh slapping together fills the room, a rhythmic symphony of our shared depravity. The friction of his cock against my insides is intense, and I feel my own orgasm building again.
With a final, desperate push, I cum hard, my body shaking and spasming around him. My tight little preteen bumhole clenches around his thickness, and he groans in response. I can feel the warmth spread through me as he empties his balls into my pre-pubescent depths. The sensation of being so completely filled sends me over the edge, and I let out a muffled scream, burying my face in my hand to keep from being heard.
As my orgasm subsides, I become aware of the sound of footsteps approaching again. Panic shoots through me, and I try to pull away from Daddy, but he holds me firmly in place. The door to the living room swings open, and Mummy’s worried face appears. “Did you call for me?” she asks, her voice filled with concern.
Daddy’s eyes narrow for a split second before he plasters on a reassuring smile. “No, love,” he says, stroking my hair. “We’re just watching the news. Didn’t mean to scare you.” His cock is still lodged inside me, the sticky warmth of his cum coating my insides. I bite my lip to keep from making a sound, my heart racing.
Mummy nods, seemingly satisfied with his answer, and then her eyes land on me. “Why don’t you go jump in the shower, sweetie?” she suggests. “You’re looking a bit flushed.”
I nod quickly, eager to get away from the danger that’s just passed. As soon as she leaves the room, Daddy’s cock slides out of me with a wet pop, and I can feel his cum dripping down my thighs. He chuckles lowly, watching me scurry to the bathroom, the tension in the air thick with our shared secret.
Daddy follows me in, his robe flapping open, his cock still half-hard and gleaming with our combined juices. He locks the door behind us, ensuring our privacy.
“Good girl,” he says, his voice low and approving. “Now, let’s get me cleaned up.” He steps closer, and I can see the mess coating his cock, a mix of his cum, my ass juice and the butter he’d used to ease into me earlier.
I don’t hesitate. I’ve done this before, and the thrill of it never gets old. I drop to my knees, my nightie pooling around me, and take his semi-hard cock into my mouth. The taste is overwhelming, a mix of salt and the musky flavor of his balls, but I don’t mind. It’s all part of our secret ritual, a bond that no one else will ever understand.
I lick and suck, my tongue swirling around his shaft, collecting the sticky mess. His cock twitches in my mouth, and I can feel him growing harder with each pass of my tongue. He’s watching me with a look of pure satisfaction, his hand resting on the back of my head, guiding me deeper. I moan around his cock, the vibrations sending a shiver down his spine, and his eyes roll back in his head.
Once he’s clean, Daddy helps me to my feet, his cum now a warm, wet streak down my legs. “You’re such a good little slut,” he whispers, his voice a gentle rumble that sends a thrill through me.
With his help, I peel off my sticky nightie, revealing my naked body. The cold air of the bathroom makes my nipples peak, and my pussy is still throbbing with the aftermath of our morning rendezvous. He gives me a gentle slap on the ass. “Remember no knickers under your skirt today,” he says, his eyes glinting with mischief. “I want you ready for me whenever I want you.”
The thought sends a fresh wave of arousal through me, and I nod eagerly. “Yes, Daddy,” I murmur, watching as he walks away to get ready for the day. The door clicks shut behind him, and I’m left alone in the steamy room, the scent of our lovemaking lingering in the air.
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