Taste me, Daddy

Chapter 5

“You're a fucking slut, Maya!” he hisses and pulls his finger from inside me. I cry out in despair, my eyes snapping open to stare at him

He reaches his left hand up to grasp the back of my neck, then smiles almost evilly. "Kick your right leg over. Sit on Daddy's lap properly..." he commands, then releases me to comply; he watches as I sit on his lap, my legs on the couch to his right, and he grips the back of my neck again "Such a slut..." he murmurs, his gaze dropping to my red nether lips all plump with need. He licks his lips, then reaches his hand toward my cunny once more; he presses the pads of his index and middle fingers to my clit with enough force to make me gasp. "Stay quiet.”

I nod, then take my bottom lip between my teeth. Then he rubs: harsh, rough, fast circles that make my hips automatically thrust up at him I close my eyes; I'm so close!

My Father is going to make me cum. Holy fuck...I'm letting my Father masturbate my clit, my nipples begging for attention beneath the now harsh- feeling material of my bra: my skin is flushed and I can't breathe, my stomach muscles tightening as my orgasm approaches. I grind myself against his fingers, throw my head back, hold my breath; I'm so close to cumming.

So. Fucking. Close.

"Honey?"

We both freeze; my Mother is home early.

“Honey? I need your help with the groceries." she calls from the kitchen, her keys clanging.

"Go shower!" he barks, then wraps his arms around me as he shoves to his feet; he settles me to standing and stares directly into my eyes. "Don't you dare cum, Maya. Wash up, put on proper clothing, regular panties; I'll check." he warns through narrowed eyes, then he shoves me toward the stares as he heads toward the kitchen; he turns back to me. "Do NOT cum.”

I nod, then snatch my clothes up and dash to the stairs. I feel my lady cum leaking down my thighs as I bolt up the stairs and straight to my bedroom. I close the door, lean against it, and struggle to breathe. I need to cum so badly, my clit is burning with the need, but I know better than to disobey my Father. I toss my clothes into my hamper. grab a towel, and shower quickly. Back in my bedroom, I search for a pair of the regular cotton briefs my Father demanded that I wear and slide them on my still swollen-with-arousal cuntlips; it won't be long until they're cum-soaked, especially once I'm near my Daddy, again. I search for one of my sexier bras that lift and hold my tits in place properly and put it on, but heed my Father's instructions as far as donning a basic baby blue t shirt and some denim shorts that reach halfway down my knees.

I brush my hair into a high ponytail and stare back at my reflection. I could pass for a teen. Daddy can't find a single fault in this outfit.

I head downstairs and into the kitchen to find my Father putting groceries away while my Mother is at the stove getting a start on dinner. "Hey, Mom.” I say with a smile and I tip toe to kiss her cheek. "Can I help you with anything?" I ask I swipe a baby carrot from the bag that she has on the counter beside the oven. "What are you making?"

"I'm making your Father's favorite, beef stew." she says with a happy smile and swats at me.

I smile, but grab another carrot stick before she swats my bottom to get away from her food. I gasp softly, my gaze locked on my Daddy's face. Mom's gentle slap to my ass didn't hurt, but the sting there left by my Father makes me wet between the legs. I swallow when he smiles at me in the sexiest know-it-all way. I lick my lips as I shiver at that look, my pussy throbbing

"Help me stock the pantry, Maya." Daddy orders me while lifting two cans of vegetables. He eyes the walk in the closet. his eyes darkening as he places the cans on the countertop before placing two more there. "We'll get it done faster together." he says in a way that makes my pussy clench with need; he smirks because he sees my reaction clear as crystal

I like this side of Daddy... I move toward him, scoop up a few of the cans, then head into the pantry.

Daddy is behind me within seconds. "Show me." he growls softly as he presses behind me effectively pinning me to the shelf in front of me. He places cans on various shelves just to make the noise of placing them down. He isn’t paying attention to what goes where as he buries his nose against my neck to inhale sharply. "Show me that you can obey, little girl."

I'm so wet as I reach for the snap and zipper of my shorts. I wiggle my sore bottom against what I can now feel is his erection pressing against me in an attempt to lower the shorts just beneath the curve of my ass, but at the very tops of my thighs: I hold tightly to the hem in case my Mom makes an appearance and I have to yank them back up quickly. I feel him pull back to examine my panties, feel his hand caressing over my tender ass cheeks.

"Those are proper panties for Daddy's little girl." he moans softly, his hand drifting over my right ass cheek reverently. "You will wear nothing but these any time you leave this house, Maya.” he commands me roughly, his voice tight as he takes a step forward to once again pin me to the shelf with his full weight behind me. "You will wear those other scraps of cloth only for me and only when I tell you to. Understand?”

"Yes, Daddy..." I whimper when I feel his hand snake across my bare stomach beneath the t shirt I'm wearing. I swallow hard when I feel his hand drift down my stomach, the rough calluses like sandpaper along my soft. sensitive skin. I flush with the need burning through me. I'm so fucking wet and so horny for this man. I don't give a shit that he's my Father, either.

"Did you cum in the shower, Maya? Don't lie to me.” he warns softly. I tilt my head to give his lips better access to my neck. "No, Daddy...I swear.” “You wouldn't lie to me, would you, soldier?" he growls and bites my skin

I shiver and bite back a moan. "No, Sir.”

He moans softly, his hand sinking beneath the hem of my panties. “Cum quickly.” fe commands as he presses the pads of his index and middle fingers to the aching nub of. my clit. Ke covers my mouth with> the o her hand when I gasp, thent he swirlscircles with his fingers4 that sends me to heaven, He cirstes faste _ his fingers a whirlwind of magical heat that drives me to the most mind-blowing orgasm of my ife; he sucks on my earlobe as I explode for him, kisses down my neck as I quiver against him, bites down when my knees would have given out.

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Then he tossing me aside and leaving the pantry. "What's up?"

I drop my t shirt to hide my dropped shorts and panties, then place a can of vegetables on a nearby shelf when I realize that my Father is speaking to my Mother who was standing in the doorway of the pantry. I struggle to breathe normally so that she won't hear me, pray that the smell of my girl-cum isn't strong enough to reach her nose.

I'm out of tomato paste, but bought a new can today...” my Mother says.

I turn to the shelf and pass it to my Father without turning around

He hands it to my Mother and kisses her cheek before returning to the bag of groceries. Mom goes back to the stove to cook.

I sigh and sag. my orgasm-weakened body held up against the nearest shelf. I glance at my Daddy while pulling my shorts back into the place, then carefully tuck my t shirt back in to place. I nearly orgasm a second time when he sticks his index and middle fingers into his mouth, but I feel my eyes widen when he licks them clean of my pussy juice. I want his mouth on me. In that moment, I Know that I want his mouth on me and that I want it to be him

I want him to take my virginity.

"Daddy-" I whisper, about to beg him.

"Later." he growls, then glances at the cans he had placed on the shelves earlier. He moves them to their proper places I in the panty before reaching for the grocery bag.

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"You will ga yo bed tonight in < nothing. “he commands me without looking at me and continues to-: placéthe canned items where they beténg as if he isn't ordering me to sléep naked tonight. ' 'Wewon't have much time and I don't feel like wasting time on removing clothes. If I find you with even a stitch on, the next time we are alone there will be twenty-five shots to your bare ass with a weapon of my choosing and you won't like it, Maya. Do we understand one another?"

He was warning me not to disobey him just for a chance to get the spanks because I won't like them. "Yes, Sir." I whisper back, my eyes wide and my already drenched pussy dampening even more. "I'll be completely naked. I promise, Daddy." I whisper carefully as the sound of a utensil tapping against a pan echoes around them.

Daddy turns to me for the first time since we entered the pantry. "Place a towel beneath your bottom..." he growls, his hand caressing down my ribs to my waist then backward to cup my left ass cheek. He pulls me until my pussy is perfectly aligned with the rock hard cock throbbing against the zipper of his jeans. "We don't want to risk getting blood on the sheets."

I gasp, my eyes wide.

"Understood, Saldier?” he growls and licks along my bottom lip.

"Yes...yes, Sir." I reply, my voice and body quivering.

"You don't have to wait up. but I would prefer it if you did." he states, then leaves the room.

I sag back against the shelf, my heart beating triple time as I replay the last few minutes in my head. My Father not only rubbed my needy little virgin cunt to orgasm, but he got turned on by it! He's so tumed on by my virgin pussy that he's taking my virginity. Tonight! I'm so turned on, my pussy is so wet that I could rub it to orgasm again right then and there. I was losing my virginity tonight. To my Father! I can't believe this...

I swallow, finish storing the groceries, then bring the canvas bag back to the garage where my Mother stores them. I pop back in to the kitchen once my body is calm ™ and I leaf across the door frames while watching my Father readthe newspaper as if he hadn't rubbed nyselit and sucked my juices from Hig fingers mere minutes ago. I

watch him sitting there so normally, SO Casually, as if he hadn't ordered me to be ready for his cock sometime during the night. I wonder f it's his war crazy that has him wanting me as much as I want him...

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If that's the case, then what's my excuse? "Honey? You okay?” my Mother asks as she stirs the boiling cubes of beef in a pot.

I force a smile. "Yes."