Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
It’s shocking how often I can come. I never realized such a thing was possible, and I’m not sorry. It’s magnificent. Every time I orgasm, I find myself closer to Daddy.
I whimper when he releases my clit to reach over the side of the bed toward the nightstand. I don’t know what all he has in that drawer, but every time he produces something new, I’m titillated.
This time what he holds up makes my breath hitch. I have no clue what it is, but I don’t think I want to know either. I want to close my knees, but Daddy is kneeling between them.
“Reach up and grab the headboard, Little doll,” he orders.
I obey him as I assume I will for the rest of my life.
Daddy plants a hand on my pelvis, holding me down. “Do you know what this is, Cora?”
“No,” I whisper. But I’m beginning to guess.
“It’s a dildo. I’m going to slide it up into your cunt. It will be tight, but I want you to get used to the sensation.”
I swallow hard. That thing is gigantic, but it’s not as wide as his penis, so it’s probably a good idea that I let him put it in me.
He glides it over my entrance. “I have lube, and we might need it in the future, but your pussy is so wet that it’s not necessary today.”
I can’t imagine when I will ever not be wet for him. I’ve been aroused since I arrived, and he says that’s only going to get more intense.
He leans lower, still teasing my entrance. “I’ll need the lube sometimes when I penetrate your bottom, Little doll.”
I gasp. With that? He used his fingers yesterday, and I sort of got used to them, but the rod in his hand is significantly bigger.
“Your cunt has its own natural lubricant. Your bottom does not. When I fucked your tight rear hole with my fingers, I was able to gather your juices, but I’ll need lube sometimes when I use this dildo or my cock.”
That sounds horrifying, and yet my pussy creams for him at the suggestion. I’m learning that I need to trust him. He won’t hurt me, and every time he does something new, I end up enjoying it.
“Relax your pussy, Little doll.” He’s still holding me down with his enormous hand against my pelvis, his fingers splayed out across my tummy.
Suddenly the thick rubber-looking cock starts vibrating, and Daddy holds it firmly against my clit.
I cry out as waves of pleasure send me into the stratosphere. I go from zero to one hundred in seconds, especially since the change is unexpected. It seems like my entire body is humming from the vibrations.
As soon as the throbbing subsides, Daddy moves the fake penis lower, pressing it against my entrance. “Don’t clench, Little doll.”
It’s very hard to obey this particular order. My instinct is to beg him not to put that inside me, but I know it’s for the best, and he’s doing his part to ensure I won’t be in tremendous pain when he uses his penis. The stretch is almost unbearable when he eases it into me. Almost. I’m not dying. It doesn’t really hurt. It’s just a rubber dildo.
“Good girl. Look at Daddy. Spread your knees wider, sweetness. Let me inside.”
Trembling, I grip his arms and open my thighs farther.
“That’s my good girl. Let it feel good.” He slides the dildo in and out of me, going deeper each time, tormenting me with more and more friction. When he sets his thumb on my clit and grinds against the swollen bundle of nerves, I tip over the edge. My channel grips the toy hard, pulsing around it.
I come so hard that my vision blurs, and I can’t utter a single coherent word. I’m nothing but a bundle of nerves, riding high on waves of pleasure.
When it’s over, Daddy removes the dildo and kisses all over my face. “Such a good girl.”
I feel like a good girl. How could I not? He tells me so often.
Daddy slides off the bed and drags me to the edge before cleaning my pussy with several wipes. He drops his hands on either side of my shoulders. “Would you like to wear panties and a dress this morning?”
I smile. “Yes, Daddy.” I’m grateful he’s not going to insist I be diapered. That’s going to be hard to get used to. I don’t want to waddle around his cabin wearing such a thing, nor would I want anyone else to see me like that. I’d be mortified.
He’s still totally naked as he heads for the dresser. I almost hate that he puts on jeans before returning with a pair of panties from that top drawer. The one I can’t reach or even see into. He slides the cotton up my legs and then stands me on my feet to pull them over my bottom.