Daddy takes what is his

I am at my most calm when Daddy spoons me. There is no more day, no more outside, no more world outside of the arms within which I sleep. Sometimes he will grab me by the hair, rouse me to his cock and I will suck on him, lazily, half asleep, fully aroused. Sometimes he will pull me up and I will ride him, rubbing my eyes with a yawn, rocking my hips in a languid blooming to wakefulness. He will shift upward, thrusting into me, slowly bucking until he cums, and I am filled again for the night, Daddy's cum dripping out of my cunt and spilling down the joint of my leg and ass.
But at the moment, I am simply cocooned, losing the battle to sleep. I push back against him, his body warming and protecting mine. His lips find the top of my ear and I gasp without consciousness.
When he pushes his cock against me, I nestle back against him, all still in that pleasant dreaming state, all by instinct alone. He pushes a little harder and I simply curl harder. In my sleep, my cunt starts to dampen. Nothing turns me on like Daddy's cock.
As his hands move over me, I slowly rouse. My hands slide over the backs of his and squeeze, letting him know his babygirl is awake and wanting. He pushes harder against me, his cock slipping between my legs to just touch the lips of my cunt. I squeeze, now awake of the void where his cock should be.
But he knows I want him inside of me. He knows that I will beg and plead and whimper and bargain just to feel him inside me once, just for him to slip into my wet cunt and let me feel filled, owned, completed. He knows it is the only way I will be able to sleep again, is for him to pierce the anxious desire that I always have when I feel daddy hard. Knowing that I have been a good girl and made him come brings such a deep calm, that my soaking cunt, whether I have come or not, ceases to bother me.
I spread my legs slightly for him and his hand comes down on my thigh, pressing them back together, stroking the soft skin of my leg. His hand slowly moves back, and I feel him just barely spreading my ass.
I squirm, pulling forward. As much as Daddy has left me dripping with his cum and my own, this is still quite virgin territory. His hands tighten on my body and he pulls me back. Without a word he continues to spread my ass.
I freeze, not sure what else to do. My hands tighten on his arms and I hold him closer, wanting his cock and his comfort.
His lips find my ear and I hear his breath, which calms me. I feel the head of his cock pressing softly against my ass. I catch my breath, hold it tightly inside me, and I feel him begin to press inside me.
I whimper, his hands tightening on me. I am terrified. My heart pounds, and I know he can feel it. His breath quickens, becoming heavy. He holds his cock still, the pressure still there to slide in. I tremble, and his whispers tell me I'm a good girl.
He does not move but I feel the head slide in. My voice cracks and I almost pull away. But he is not taking anything which does not belong to him.
"I'm not moving, baby. You're relaxing me in."
I nod, his breath coaxing me along. The pressure is there but he does not move. I tighten around the head of his cock before I relax and feel more of his cock slide in. I tremble again and he kisses the back of my neck.
I relax more, and feel more of his cock inside me. He is not moving - my body is simply welcoming him inside me. I feel him jerk further and I yelp in the tiniest of voices.
"That time I moved." I smile, relaxing more as I feel more of him enter me. "How does it feel, baby?"
I pause, afraid to tell him the truth. Afraid of what will happen. "It feels good, Daddy."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No, Daddy." I take a breath and push back against him. He waits, does not move, lets my ass adjust to being filled by Daddy for the first time.
And then he pulls out. I gasp, squirming away, not ready to feel this either. I tremble, curling up on the bed, adjusting to the feeling that I no longer have holes which are not his.
He grabs my hair and pushes my face into the bed. My shoulders shift and I flip onto my stomach. He pushes my legs open and kneels in between them. I feel his fingers, wet and coated with lube, push into my ass deeply. I cry out. I'm not ready. I don't want it yet. I am afraid.
His fingers are gone, out as quickly as they were in, and they are replaced almost immediately with his cock. I cry out and I hear him groan as his cock works into my ass.
I am scared, opening my legs, propping my ass up. Even if I am afraid to have Daddy fuck my ass, the only comfort I can find right now is knowing that I am serving, am pleasing him. His moans keep me breathing.
He begins to pump his cock inside me, sliding in deeper with each thrust. I whimper, tightening my ass and trying to remember to relax.
"Please, Daddy." I beg, but I'm not sure for what. His hands come down on either side of my shoulders and my hands go to each of his. His fingers move over mine and he squeezes my hand. I am giving this final cherry to Daddy. It is my gift to him.
Every time I feel his fingers squeeze, or his body sliding against mine, I grow wetter. He is fucking me slightly deeper and I try not to wince. I arch up and he pushes my hips down, taking his hand down to push my legs closed.
I want Daddy to own me. I want him to own all of me. My ass is his and I am owned. My mouth, my cunt, my eyes, my tits, my legs, my ass, my whimpers, my moans, my fantasies, my heart.
I am growing accustomed. I relax a little more and he pushes deeper. His moaning is louder, and his fingers get tighter over mine. Hearing him, I begin to moan as well. I want more. I want his cum to drip from my ass. I want his cock to stretch me and fit perfectly inside me.
"Please Daddy." I whimper.
"Yes, Baby?" His voice is strained. I feel his balls coming down over and over, swollen with cum. He moves faster.
"Please fuck me, Daddy."
He groans louder, fucking me harder. I want to be filled.
He cums, his cock pushing deeply inside me and I cry out. I squeeze his hands, feeling him stretching my ass to the point of pain. My hurt is his as well. He pumps stream after stream of cum into my ass.
I will drip all night long.

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It's no surprise that when I go back to California, one of my first and most guttural urges is to drive. My palms sweat at first, especially the first time I press down on the gas petal. I feel almost predictable, which is always unpleasant.
My parents live near some of the most beautiful foothills of California, and it's always a treat to steal the car. As a teenager, wheeling off with a CD in was the first taste of freedom that felt perfect. I had done all the pre-requisite things as a 16 year old - fucking, drinking, vomiting, smoking, sucking, and taking the pill that was handed to me by a trusted boyfriend. But none of those felt so precisely free.
It usually takes me a few days to get my bearings on the road. It takes a few days before my hands relax for the 10 and 2, before I lean an elbow on the open window, before I turn the volume up as high as I can and sing loudly, windows cracked and voice splaying into the ether.
And then the switches all turn. I coast along twisting roads, feeling the car cling to the lip of the asphalt. I push the gas petal down and watch the needle climb steadily from 50 to 60 to 70 to 80 along the highways.
And in my utter control, in my utter relaxation, I always get turned on.
The vibrations of the seat play with my thighs, and the quiver is memorable, sentimental, and a blissful rush. The trembling easily works its way to my clit, and I can feel it swell as I grip the wheel.
Everytime I take a new, gliding turn, the car flying past signs to slow down, I tighten my cunt. The pulsing of the muscles is epically satisfying, but only because I speed past on-coming traffic, them completely unaware of my dampening pussy.
When I was younger I used to like to flash truckers, lofted in their cabs, looking down into the car. I would happily open a shirt and fondle a nipple. To this day, I much prefer being watched when I jerk off, and I imagine this must have crystallized at this stage in my development.
Even now, the feeling of being in control of this speeding mass of curves feels wanton. I have no where to be, no where to go, I simply drive to experience movement. I am only bound by how much I am willing to risk.
As my foot taps the petal I reach down between my legs. I usually prefer to have two hands on the wheel in these tight turns, but this feels better. I push my fingers immediately into my cunt, avoiding my clit altogether and begin to fuck. There is too much movement to focus on delicate flicks, even with a nail. I need to capitalize on this striking power and fuck. I need to be entered, violently. I want to be forced to take my own fingers.
My skirt pulls up around my waist as my hand digs into my wet pussy. I drip onto the leather seats below me, my underwear having rarely made it on a drive with me. I moan loudly, the windows rolled down enough to know my cries will echo.
I continue to fuck and speed, the road becoming winding and almost nauseating with sensation. I work my fingers in and out, pumping three into me even though it hurts. I want this now. I am demanding as much instant gratification from my cunt as I am from this car. The breeze streams in a chill but I am hot and flush. I continue to fuck myself, finally pulling out as I hit 55 to rub my clit ferociously. I dig at it, rough and uncaring. I drip from my cunt, the wetness not even making it to my open legs. I am vicious with my throbbing clit, feeling it swollen between my legs. I am so wet that friction is becoming a challenge and I suck and lick my fingers clean to push only harder and harder.
I dive back into my cunt, pumping just as fiercely. Every time I turn, I press just slightly down on the petal and the car surges forward. I try to only pound my pussy on the straight-away but I am having more and more close calls as I feel my orgasm building. I don't want to cull it with a lack of interest in speeding.
I pound, the needle on the car climbing. The road is tight, and so it my slit. I want to cum all over my fingers. I want to explode into my hand and lick it clean. As I slide into want I am immediately greeted with a turn and my hand jerks to the wheel to cascade around it. The hand print of cum is wrapped around the wheel as I return to my cunt.
I am rewarded with two lanes, and a long stretch of flat road. I return to fucking. I push a fourth finger inside me and cry out in pain. I fuck myself hard, letting the needle climb as high as she wants to go. I stream past a car or two as my orgasm finally wracks me. I scream, cumming on my legs, my fingers, the seat.
I blink rapidly, trying to get my bearings. I have lost any sense of where the hell I am. I drive, aimless. Spent. Wet.