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And then I felt it coming, felt the orgasm washing over me in waves so strong my head slammed against the table.

“God!” I cried out. “Daddy please, come inside me, I can’t take it, fucking please just fill me up.”

He groaned, and he sounded so fucking helpless in that moment, like he was a slave to my pussy and like all that mattered in the world was fucking me up beyond repair.

“Kendall, get over here,” he said, and my sister crawled closer while I spasmed.

He made her put her ass up, and he spanked us both so roughly we cried in unison.

“Matching marks for matching girls,” Levi growled, and it was too much.

I felt my pussy running down his crotch, rivulets of my sticky sweetness messing up the triangle of hair around his dick, my pussy spasming as he fucked my ass. I didn’t need to see Kendall to know she was coming too – it was obvious enough from her desperate wails, the needy moans ripping from her mouth while Levi punished our asses.

And then I felt him coming apart with a sexy growl, his cock leaking inside me, Levi completely helpless as my ass milked him of everything he had. He fucked it into me, fast, desperate thrusting motions ensuring my ass was filled to the brim. And then he pulled out.

I turned around to see him watching us, his cock still erect, his hands running through his hair, looking at the mess we’d made in absolute shock.

“Daddy,” Kendall cried out, crawling to him on shaky knees, her hand still between her legs. “I don’t want her to be your favorite, Daddy, I don’t want you to love her better, Daddy please!”

She sounded so desperate, and my eyes locked with Levi as he smoothed down her hair, his hand shaking.

“I love you both the same, baby girl,” he told her easily. “Like every Daddy does with his little girls. Don’t you worry your pretty little head.”21LeviDaddy Dearest,

You’ve been a very good Daddy to both of us.

But we don’t like liars.

And we don’t like being taken advantage of.

We’re sure you don’t like it either, do you, Daddy? We’re sure you wouldn’t like it very much if both of us took advantage of you. We’re sure you wouldn’t enjoy that one little bit.

Just as we don’t like it when you use us in that kind of way. It’s just unfair, don’t you think so?

We know you don’t like to talk about what we’re doing. We know you get caught up in the moment, and we know you can’t help yourself. But you know, Daddy, we still talk to each other. At the end of the day, we’re sisters, and sisters do everything together.

So, we think you have nobody to blame for what’s going to happen tonight but yourself.

We don’t think you’ll stay mad at us for very long, Daddy. In fact, we think you might enjoy yourself very much.

Remember the first night with Kendall, Daddy?

Remember your first time with Amanda?

Well, this is your first time with both of us.

And this time, we’re going to talk about it for a long, long time.

xoxo, your little girls

My hand shook as it closed around the piece of paper in my palm. I looked at the silver tray with cookies and chocolate milk they’d brought me, and suddenly it didn’t look so innocent anymore. I stared at the glass of milk, at the weird powdery substance at the bottom that I was sure was from the chocolate milk mix. I’m not so sure anymore.

I tried to get up. I pushed my chair away from my desk but when I tried to pull myself to my feet, they didn’t work for some reason. I furrowed my brow, unable to understand why my damn legs weren’t working. It’s simple. Stand up, one foot in front of the other. Why couldn’t I do it?

My mind felt fuzzy and blank, and my body felt heavy. My dick though, my dick felt fucking hard as a rock.

I heard them giggling then, soft, sweet little sounds coming from the hallway. Conspiratorial little whispers followed by the sound of girlish laughter at my pathetic attempt to get to my feet. What the fuck had they done to me?

“Girls,” I called out. “Come out now. This isn’t a game anymore, you’ve gone too far this time.”

Quiet. Absolute silence, followed by another burst of giggles.

And then they came into the room and my fucking stomach dropped when I realized what was going on.

Kendall and Amanda had accepted this fucked-up, bizarre living situation of ours, but it didn’t mean they weren’t going to get their sweet revenge.

Teenage girls.

Fucking little monsters.

My mind reeled with the memory of our first times. The way my dick spurted into Kendall, the way Amanda laughed when she creamed my cock. The silver tray they’d brought me so fucking lovingly, the sign of a truce, a peace offering.


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