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i want daddy to give me my first orgasm sooooo bad,,,,

i'm too innocent and little to know what it's supposed to feel like, all i know is when i touch daddy's adult cock for long enough and it gets all sticky, he praises me and says "good boy, you made papa feel sooo good."

that's normally enough for me, but i always get sent to bed or go about my day with that wet and tingly feeling between my legs. when i tell daddy about it, he coos at me and sits me on his lap.

he coaxes his dad cock inside of me, like he sometimes does, and i whine at the stretch while he whispers in my ear "shhh, son, i'll make it feel better this time. it's gonna feel really tingly just like you mentioned, but dad's gonna make you feel good."

he starts grinding up into me like he normally would, and i feel my little kiddo cunt spasm around his cock. this time, though, his large n calloused hands start rubbing my boyclit and i whimper, his fingers moving in tandem with his rutting hips.

"d-daddy, it's so much--" i cry out and feel warm tears on my cheeks. that tingly feeling is burning hot, curling in my stomach sweetly and i grind dumbly into the stimultion. "please, i-it feels weird in my tummy..."

i see dad smile through my tears as he rubs even harder, with one hand placed firmly on my hip. "shhh, sweetheart. don't fight it, just let it happen"

i babble and cry, feeling my cunt clench impossibly tight on dad's cock as that hot coil in my tummy snaps. "dad- d-daddy, w-whats happening to me--"

my little cunt gushes all over his cock, and it almost feels like i wet myself. i sniffle and fall into daddy's chest, still tight around his pulsing cock. "thaaat's a good kiddo, such a big feeling for such a little boy, huh? you did so well..."

both of dad's hands return to my hips, and i gasp when i feel him flip me over onto my back and grind his cock deep inside my little cunt again. "...but daddy's still not finished, sweetheart."

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"Naughty little ones need to be taught" he purrs as he forces my head back against his thigh where all I can do is stare at the growing bulge in front of me and inhale the heavy scent of him. So masculine... so intoxicating.

"Be a good little one, now, and spread your legs for Daddy". He wants to watch me weep with teased desire, unable to touch or even grind as the buzzing sensation intensifies. "Show Daddy what a needy little toy you are. Open nice and wide for me. " He leans down to watch my agony with rapt attention, moaning and purring what a good little one I am as he doubles the intensity of the buzzer again. The feeling inside is no longer pleasant, but a fierce penetrating ache I can't escape. In response to the increased intensity, my legs close spasmodically and I turn my face into his thigh.

"Such a naughty little toy. Now Daddy will be forced to punish you. Open those legs this instant." As he speaks, he reaches to the table where all the implements of his cruelty await and he picks up the violet wand.

Tears spurt from my eyes and I plead with him for forgiveness, but I already know it's in vain. "If you stay still for Daddy and receive the kisses of the wand without fussing, I'll only give you a dozen," he explains as he carefully calibrates the wand to full intensity. "Be good now, sweetheart. "

u – uhm... dad teaching his kid to be patient? please.

kneeling between his legs... face against his inner thigh while he pets your hair, before strong fingers grip onto your locks. guiding your face to press your lips against the bulge straining against his clothes, feeling it twitch beneath your mouth. there's been a constant, gentle buzzing between your legs for the past hour or so. a small remote control in lays in his other hand that control how the pleasure builds and falls in your tummy. maybe it's due to that that you do the following.

sticking your tongue out until it peeks through your wet lips as you try to lick it – him – through the layers. only to have your hair tugged back. a click of his tongue paired with a look of disappointment makes you whine as he lets out sigh. murmuring down to you, "maybe another lesson on patience is needed, hm, kiddo?"

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fussy boy who turns sweet and pliant as long as dad slips his fingers or cock inside his cunt ,, :3

"awwwh, poor thing. my little boy just needed to be filled, yeah?"

daddy massaging that soft and achey spot inside with his thick fingers, or pressing his cockhead to the boy's cervix and holding him tight --

"not so bratty anymore, son? good boy."

little boy is whimpering and clinging to dad, grinding down sweetly on his cock and relishing in feeling stuffed full --

"if i had known that my sweet boy just needed his cunny filled up, i would've done this earlier, sweetheart. fuck... you're so wet f' dad."

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Dad who comes late from work, tired and angry, not even turning the light on, but coming to see me as soon as he steps foot in the house <3

"Been waiting for me, love?" He asks when he finds me awake, looking at him with a smile. <3

Dad who whines into the kiss, the tiredness in him making him do so. Although he does not lose control. His hand closes around a fistful of my hair, forcing my head towards his neck <3

Dad who gets hard at my worship of his body, whose ego gets heavily stroked as I murmur how handsome he is <3

Dad who spreads his legs and makes me drop to my knees, playing with my lower lip. Pinching, twisting, tugging, until he gestures with his head for me to unbuckle his belt <3

Dad whose head drops backwards when my lips wrap around his cock, that immediately moved my own head to his pleasure, emitting gagging sounds out of me <3

"Fuck...that's what daughters are for. To take their fathers dick. That's right. Choke on my dick, little girl. Daddy loves it. Daddy loves you." <3

Dad who places his heavy, big hand at the back of my head, completely trapping it between his thighs as he pushes his hips towards my mouth, making me drool, his noises indicating that he's close <3

Dad who makes me look at him as he's cumming on my mouth, blocking me from breathing with his thumb and indicative finger, my eyes watering as he spills his hot seed down my throat <3

Dad who says "Swallow." so darkly that it makes me clench around nothing <3

Dad who pats my head and strokes my hair, placing a kiss on my forehead because I was good for him and helped him relax <3

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Dad that’s just so pent up that he needs to get off so he bursts in your room and uses you at night apologizing the whole time for doing this

"mm..?"

"shit, don't wake up, i'm sorry kiddo..."

i stirred to the feeling of warmth, then confusion, then an unbearable fullness that pulled a sleepy whine out of my throat. i felt a pair of hands tighten on my tits, pulling me back against a warm chest. one of those hands came up to cover my mouth, and the fullness inside me shifted, making my eyes roll and a shudder go down my spine.

"daddy's sorry, kiddo..." i recognised my fathers voice, now, almost breaking with guilt. sleepy realisation descended upon me- my dad was fucking me while i slept. "i just- it's been so long since your mama left- you look so much like her, god- i needed this so bad, baby boy, you understand, don't you?"

i squirmed a little as my father started to slowly thrust, just little movements back and forth that made sparkles light up in my tummy. his breath was hot and heavy against the back of my neck as he held me tighter, muffling my noises against his palm and groping my tit as he started to fuck me in earnest.

"fuck, that's it baby, i'm so sorry, just take it," dad moaned lowly into my ear- i could feel his tears dripping onto my shoulder, even as he picked up the pace.

"uh, unh, daddy," i whimpered sleepily into his hand, warmth coiling up low in my gut. he cursed lowly as my cunt tightened around him, hips stuttering and burying deep before his hot, sticky cum spilled inside me.

"fuck," he panted, slowly pulling out and watching his seed dribble out of me. "i- i'm sorry, kiddo, i'll get you some plan b in the morning, okay?"

"m'kay," i murmured, already drifting back off to sleep. i felt his arms wrap back around me, his voice soft.

"daddy's sorry, baby."

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dad taking your underwear in his pocket when he goes to work. using it while he "relives stress" during his breaks. watching the pretty fabric slide over his aching cock, imagining how it hugs your most intimate parts. his eyes following how the head of his cock rubs against the soft, cotton crotch area. inevitably, he stains the fabric when it gets too much. watching the color of your underwear darken as he spills over it.

he gives it back, of course, once his workday is over. he's a gentleman, and you're his. so... you better wear them, shouldn't you?

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John Pruitt | Olympus Hero Magazine, 1987

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John Pruitt | Olympus Hero Magazine, 1987