Chapter 58 - Lack of Willpower by OutOfBounds

She's winning a game that she (probably) doesn't even know she's playing. My eighteen year old stepdaughter is either the most naive smokeshow I've ever met... or a conniving little twat. The jury's out. But fucking christ, if she ends the summer without her pussy comforming exactly to the shape and dimension of my cock, it'll be a fucking miracle.

On paper, I'm a really good guy. I pay my taxes, I'm not in debt, I own my own home, I'm not on a first name basis with local law enforcement, I have a stable job that I've been at for over 10 years. I also married a down on her luck single mom about five years ago so that her and her kid could have health insurance. I'm a sucker for a sad story. Gwen had been struggling for awhile before I met her at the diner she worked at. I had just been transferred to the town for my job and the diner was the closest lunch spot to my office. The sad story starts how you expect - baby daddy took off right after the kid was born. The story then turns into the kid is sick and needs constant medication. With no health insurance at the diner, it's not difficult to fathom what kind of pickle Gwen was in. Unable to afford both the medication and the rent, Gwen and the kid were living out of her car, and had been for the past eleven months.

So I offered to marry her, give her and the kid a place to live and most importantly, insurance. After a lot of fussing, Gwen agreed. That's how I ended up with (for all intents and purposes) a business partner instead of a wife and a diabetic, thirteen year old stepdaughter named Riley.

When Gwen died a year and a half ago from cancer, Riley stayed with me. And as of two weeks ago, when Riley graduated high school, I was no longer legally responsible for her as her guardian. And that's when I finally admitted to myself that I had a problem. A five foot four with a great set of tits and a body that wouldn't quit kind of problem. An out of school until September, no longer jailbait, always around kind of problem. I just had to make it until autumn without doing something stupid and then we wouldn't be around each other as much and the temptation would lessen. But then the record breaking heatwave hit, and the clothes she wore, and the modesty she once had, both got smaller and smaller the longer it carried on.

Riley had just gotten home from a one-time volunteer gig in town and ran up to her room immediately to change into something cooler. She yelled, "Hi, Daddy!" when she breezed past my home office. I finished typing up the email I was sending and walked down the hall to see how her day was. Her door was halfway open and what I saw stopped me in my tracks. Riley was standing in front of her mirror playing with the edge of her top. It was obvious she'd already taken off her bra, since I could see it on the floor. I held my breath and made promises to every deity I could think of as long as they could subliminally get her to lift her shirt. Her tits had been tempting me for too long - I wanted to see them.

I was in a trance waiting for her to make a decision of leaving the shirt on, or taking it off. Subconsciously my hand drifted down to my dick and started stroking my shaft through my basketball shorts. All of a sudden she pulled her top up to under her chin. Her breasts popped out and she started touching herself. Squeezing, kneading, pushing them together. I've never been so envious of a pair of hands in my life.

I was so caught up that I didn't even realize that she had her nipples pierced until she started playing with them. Pinching, rolling, pulling. When the fuck did she get that done? And how did I not notice before now? Girl never wears a bra in the house.

She kept tweaking her nipples until she couldn't help but make little whimpering noises and rub her legging covered thighs together. I was full on jacking off by now. I had pulled my shorts down to underneath my sac. One hand rolling my balls, the other fisted tightly around my shaft. I was stroking slowly, making sure I didn't make too much noise, and had my thumb massaging my crown. I was leaking so much pre, the waistband of my shorts was drenched.

She stopped to pull her top off the rest of the way and went back to groping her tits. She lifted the right one toward her mouth and my eyes opened wider. I saw her pink, little tongue snake out and start flicking away at her nipple and the silver barbell. She sucked her entire nipple into her mouth and moaned loudly. I had to bite my lip to make sure I didn't answer with a groan of my own.

After she sucked her other breast and both of her nipples were shiny with spit, she leaned forward and pressed them to the cold mirror. I could barely make out the sound of her piercings clacking against the surface over her gasp at the temperature change. Her whole upper body slumped against the mirror as she arched her back. I could see that she was moving her right arm and her hips were twitching. I could only assume that she was rubbing herself through her leggings trying to make her little pussy come.

Too soon, she let out a growl of frustration and pushed off the mirror to turn toward the half open doorway. The fear of her catching me lurking was enough to jolt me away from the doorway and quickly, but awkwardly, since I didn't pull my shorts back up, make my way back to my office. 

I collapsed onto the couch and frantically jerked my cock. With my legs spread wide, my left hand cupped my balls and my fingertips pressed into my taint. My left hand was trying to recreate what I thought her cunt would feel like wrapped around me, and practically strangled my dick in hurried strokes. With my head thrown back and my eyes closed, I replayed what I'd just seen. Large, perky, pierced tits that like a little bit of pain, given the way she was tugging and pinching them. Throaty little moans. Breathy gasps and whimpers. The unmistakable smell of a wet, little pussy begging... to... be...

"Fuuuuck... Rileyyyy! Unfff!" 

I came so hard my head swam. By the time I remembered what my name was, my chest was still heaving and I felt and sounded like I'd run a marathon. My energy was zapped. I looked down and had cum all over my t-shirt and dripping down onto my balls and all over my hands.

It was an impressive load, but it was messy as fuck and I needed to clean up. To do that though, I'd have to walk by Riley's room again. I gingerly got up and wiped my hands on my shirt to try and clean them off a bit. After tucking my dick back in my shorts, I casually strolled down the hallway and didn't look in Riley's room. I didn't hear anything when I went by either. That made me wonder if she heard me. There's no way that I was quiet. Did she know that her "daddy" just got off fantasizing about her? Did she hear me say her name when I came so hard I blacked out for a minute or two? Those thoughts caused my spent cock to twitch in my shorts. I could feel the tacky cum-covered head stick to the material.

I tossed my clothes in the hamper and headed for a quick, but cold, shower - I still had some work to finish up today. After drying off and putting on something clean, it was time to get back to the grind. I promised myself, before I stepped out into the hallway, that I wouldn't look in Riley's room again... and I almost made it. I was past her door when I heard her say, "Daddy."

I was too busy giving myself an internal pep talk to "not look," that I didn't hear what tone or cadence she said it in. Dread pooled in my stomach as I stopped in the hallway. Thoughts raced through my head: Did she hear me groan her name and she's creeped out? Did she see me walk by her room with my own massive load of cum clinging to and dripping from my body, and she's scared? It was time to pay the piper. I took a deep breath and turned back toward her door. I had no clue what I was going to say. 

I pushed her door open further and leaned partially into the room. I had just opened my mouth to say, "Yeah, babygirl?" when I spotted her in the reflection of her mirror. I stopped myself from saying anything, but my mouth was still hanging open.

A bench she had blocked most of her from my direct line of sight, but I could see her bent knees poking up over top of it. But it was the mirror, clearly the best purchase I've ever made, that showed me what was happening. Riley was sprawled on the floor with her legs bent and open. Her hand was lazily stroking her pussy lips underneath her panties. She had on a tiny thong with lace around the edges, but it was completely drenched. And I mean fucking soaked. Soaked enough that it clung to her fingers and I could make out every knuckle and movement she made. I had so many questions.

How in the fuck? Twenty minutes ago, the girl was frustrated with her pussy rub and still had pants on. What on earth did she do to get to this state in that short of time? Is she a squirter? I looked closer at the mirror and saw drops and splashes of liquid clinging to it - yeah, my babygirl's a gusher.

She pulled her hand back further and the sticky, wet material clung to her and outlined her pussy lips. To my shock, it also outlined her clit. Her clit was... fat and noticeable, creating a defined buldge under her panties. She let out a satisfied sigh and slid her hands down to pull off her soaked panties.

I could see her thumb and pointer finger on either side of her clit and, at first, I thought she was pinching it. But when her wrist flicked and her thumb and pointer finger went up and down alongside her clit, I realized she was actually jerking it.

I pulled my cock out and started stroking it, matching Riley's pace. The revelation that Riley had a clit big enough to jack off like a mini-cock almost caused my knees to buckle.

It didn't take long for her thighs to start to twitch and her breathing to get heavy. Her wrist and fingers were flying until, suddenly, her hips snapped off the floor as she arched her back. I saw a tiny gurgle of cum escape at the same time I heard her choke on a moan. She quickly drew up her knees and placed all four fingers over her clit and rapidly rubbed back and forth. A second burst of cum shot out and splattered her tits, she kept rubbing harder and faster. Her third gush had her hips rocking up and down as she drenched the mirror in a constant stream that didn't seem to quit. My babygirl was loud as hell, making unintelligible noises as her little body lost its mind.

I hated the bench that blocked my view of her upper body - I wanted to see her face. Was her head thrown back? Were her eyes screwed shut? Her skin had to be flushed, what color was her blush when she was this turned on? As I watched her furiously frig herself, my dick shot its second load of the day, dripping down my shaft and falling to the floor. I was fucking spent, how on earth was she still going?

Her fourth squirt was the hardest and most intense. The spray so forceful, it distorted her reflection in spots. I could see her pussy and ass clench around nothing as her cum dripped down over them. I was entranced. Her body seemed to collapse in on itself by that point. Her hips lowered until she was laying in a puddle of her own cum - the rug and floor were soaked. Her fingers went back to lightly stroking her overworked pussy - it was like the last five minutes hadn't happened. Except this time I could hear her fingers sloshing as she languidly stroked her sloppy little cunt, slowly bringing herself down. A small fifth trickle bubbled out and that seemed to be the end of it. She cupped her pussy and her legs closed as her body rolled into the fetal position on the floor. And that's when I heard it.

"Ooooh, Daaaaaddy. Mmmmm."

I had completely forgotten that I had heard her say my name earlier - to absorbed in watching her. She said my name... twice. Did that mean she was thinking of me the entire time her little pussy was blasting like a firehose? I felt my cock twitch and pulse in my cum-covered hand. 

I slowly backed my head out of her room and turned and went back to my own. Fuck work. Riley was going to be the death of me.

Whether she knew it or not, she had just won the game with that floorshow. My promise to myself to not touch her this summer was void. My willpower was shot. I wanted to be the one to make her come... make her squirt. Is she that sensitive all the time? Was her clit really that large or did I just imagine things? What did she taste like? Would she gush around my cock?

I was too curious and spun up to not vow to find out. This was a promise to myself I would keep. I just had to figure out how. It's not like I could ask her and I wouldn't force her. How? How could I convince her to let me make her come?

———x———

A few days later, I was still replaying the memory of her gushing and writhing on the floor, making herself come over and over. It was on a constant loop in my head. My cock was going to be raw if I didn't come up with a plan soon. 

I was obsessed with thinking about her clit and how sensitive she was. Was it really as large as I imagined? What would happen if I made it larger... would it be more sensitive? I grabbed my tablet and started researching. I knew pussy pumps existed, but I had no idea that there were clit pumps as well. I wanted to watch it swell and then suck it in my mouth and roll my tongue around it as I held my babygirl's hips down and she squirted on my face.

I browsed options, read reviews and some how-to guides, trying to figure out what option was the best fit for what I wanted. Eventually I found what I was looking for. It was expensive, but the thought of maybe one day getting to use it on her made it worthwhile to me.

I told Riley I had to run an errand for work, when really I drove to the city to visit a couple sex toy shops. After picking up everything I was looking for, I hopped in my car and headed home. The entire drive I was brainstorming ways to make my fantasies a reality, but I was still coming up empty. 

When I walked into the kitchen, I was met with sight of Riley's bare back and her ass hanging out of a pair of panties. Her flimsy tank top was crumpled on the counter. She was standing at the stove, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Whatever she was making smelled good, but, fuck, did she look better. 

She must have heard me come in from the garage, because she glanced over her shoulder and smiled brightly at me. Turning back around to mind whatever was on the stove she said, "Hey, Daddy. Spaghetti sounded good, so that's what's for dinner. Hope it's okay."

"Yeah, babygirl, that's fine."

She acted like the fact that she was half-naked was a non-event. Talking to me like it's no big deal. I've been trying to figure out if she's trying to tempt me, or just naive. I honestly have no clue. The facts don't add up. She moaned my name the other day when she came, but when she looked at me just now, she wasn't trying to be alluring. 'What's for dinner' was a normal, everyday topic, but then she was standing there with her tits out like it was a normal, everyday thing. The mixed signals were killing me. I was confused as fuck.

I walked further into the kitchen and leaned against the sink. Normally I'd ask if she wanted me to help do anything, but I had more pressing matters. I cleared my throat, "Hey-uh babygirl, what-uh... what happened to your shirt?"

She glanced over at me, whining, "Daaadddddy, it's just so hot in here with no A/C and cooking made me even hotter. I just couldn't take it anymore."

She went to pull the noodles from the stove to drain them and I quickly stepped in. I didn't want her splash boiling water on her bare skin. We finished getting dinner ready and she never put her top back on before we sat down at the table. 

I tried to not act like I'd never seen a pair of tits before, but her barbells kept catching the light everytime she moved to take a bite or grab her glass of water. It was impossible not to stare. I gave myself a mental pep talk: She thinks it's normal, so act like it's normal. It's not like you're upset about seeing more of her... Say something, asshole. Ask her how her day was. Tell her the food is good. Anything! Jesus, just be fucking normal!

"So... why'd you get your nipples pierced?" Fuck, you're an idiot.

"I actually didn't want to do it and pla-..."

Someone had forced her to get them done? "The fuck?"

"Daddy, don't swear. I planned on taking them out, but now I think they're pretty. What, do you not think they're pretty?"

"Wait, back up. What did you mean that you didnt want to do it?"

"Well, mom wanted t-..."

"Gwen?!"

"Daddy, Jesus! Let me finish!" Exasperated, she arched a brow at me and stared me down.

"Sorry... sorry. You're just not making any sense."

"Well I would if you'd let me tell you. Soooo, anyways. Mom wanted to get matching tattoos with me as part of our last hurrah. But neither one of us could agree on what to get and there was nothing I could think of that I wanted on my body permanently. Ya know?

"So to try and get her to pick something else for our last mother-daughter day, I tried to think of the most wild thing I could. I told her she could get a tattoo and I would get my nipples pierced. I legit thought she'd say no. But she said yes! And by that point I'd backed myself into a corner. I couldn't not get them done. But like I said, now I like 'em."

As she talked about her piercings, her hand came up and slowly started playing with them. Rubbing, pinching, rolling. It was erotic as fuck.

To stave off my cock swelling any further I asked, "So what'd your mom get a tattoo of?"

She dropped her hand, looked down at her plate, and whispered, "My name."

"You were her favorite person in the entire world, babygirl."

I heard her sniffle and saw her wipe at her cheek, as she whispered again, "I know, she was mine too."

"Riley..."

"It's okay. I'm fine. Really. Let's-uh... let's just eat dinner before it gets too cold, yeah?"

"Yeah, ok, babygirl. Whatever you want." I grabbed my fork and promptly shoved the largest bite I could fit into my mouth. I was internally cursing myself out. I knew she had a hard time talking about her mom. I swear, I'm the only man who could be sitting at a table with a practically naked girl and end up making her cry. 

With the mood sufficiently soured, we didn't talk anymore after that. The sound of forks scraping against plates was deafening in the silence. 

After dinner Riley asked if I would clean up dishes so she could go lay down. I nodded and watched her head upstairs. When I heard her bedroom door click shut I let out a loud sigh and started tackling the mess that was Riley cooking. She was good at it, but goddamn, she would use every fucking pan.

I went upstairs to go check on Riley to see how she was doing. Normally after talking about her mom she'd be really withdrawn for a few days. I opened her door, "Hey darlin, I ju-"

Looking at me, she gasped, "Daddy!" right before her eyes slid shut and her head lolled to the side. The wand vibrator she had pressed against her clit had just made her cum hard. She moaned and pushed against her clit with more pressure and let out a few small gushes. 

Sated for the time being, she let the vibrator fall to the bed still buzzing. I walked over and shut it off. Riley had both of her eyes squeezed shut with her head turned away, I could tell she was embarrassed. Slowly, she opened one of her eyes, as if to peek and see if I was really there. 

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I just wanted... You see... Talking about... Well... I get really sad, and I just wanted to be... happy again, you know?... Are you mad at me?"

"No, baby, no. Daddy's not mad at all." I glanced down and looked at her dripping pussy and large clit. Up close, it was bigger than I thought it'd be. My hand had a mind of it's own - lightly gliding up her still spread thigh and brushing over her fucked out slit. I heard her sharp intake of breath and I could feel her clit throbbing against my palm.

Slowly starting to rub her lips, I asked, "Did you have a good come, baby?" She bit her lip, looking up at me through her lashes and nodded. 

"And did it make you happy again?"

"A little."

"It wasn't enough, was it?" She shook her head. "Yeah, I know. Daddy's gonna help though. Don't worry, Daddy's got you." I slowly slide two fingers inside her tight, little pussy. No way was I passing this opportunity up, and I had to make it count... make her come hard... make her want me to help her again.

"Daddy, what are yo-" her confused question choked off in a gasp when I found her g-spot. I put my hand on her stomach to hold her hips down and started fingerfucking her hard and fast. 

"You're okay, babygirl. Daddy's just making you happy again, yeah? You gonna be happy when you come on Daddy's fingers? When you gush all over his hand? That's it, baby. Your little pussy's getting tighter. It likes when Daddy plays with it, yeah? C'mon, babygirl. C'mon, be a good girl and squirt for Daddy."

Her moans got louder and louder the longer I talked. When I felt her pussy squeeze down hard on my fingers, I quickly pulled them out and, sure enough, a small spurt of cum sprayed out. 

What I wasn't expecting though is for her entire lower body to seize up and start shaking. Guess that was a good one. But was it good enough? Would it make her want more?

"Aww, baby, you came so good. Are you happy yet?"

Out of breath, she demanded, "Keep... going... Daddy." 

Definitely wasn't expecting her to say that. I thrust my fingers back in and grabbed the wand. Flicking it back on, I pressed it hard against her fat clit. She screamed as she came like a fucking geyser, soaking her sheets. 

I only let up on her clit and drilling her g-spot when her legs started closing around my hands. Turning the wand off, my fingers gradually brought her down from her high and slipped out. I finally looked up at her. Gasping for breath, nipples still pinched between her fingers, tears streaked down her face.

"Good come, baby?" 

She only groaned in response, guess she was still recovering. I figured I should probably let her get some rest.

"Well, don't stay up too late and try and get some sleep. Don't forget, you promised to weed the flower beds tomorrow while Daddy works."

With a final pat to her pussy, I left her room with a hard-on that could pound nails. I didn't even get three steps down the hallway before I heard the hum of her vibrator. Her little pussy and fat clit were needy as fuck - she still wanted more. 

Shaking my head and chuckling, I walked into my room, grabbed my fleshlight, and laid on my bed. My fingers were still drenched in her cum when I slipped them in my mouth. Jesus christ, she tasted good. I needed to come up with a plan to get my tongue on her soon and figure out how to convince her to let me pump her clit.

Her whimpers got louder and drowned out the hum of the wand until, all of a sudden, she moaned out, "Daaaaddddyyyy!!!" With the taste of her still in my mouth, I rolled over and started fucking into my fleshlight. Looks like I'd have a live soundtrack to help get me off for the fourth time today

———x———

I was determined to be productive today and get my work done quickly. The sooner I was finished, the sooner I could go find Riley and see if I could move things along. 

We met for breakfast this morning, and, at first, you'dve thought nothing happened. It was all, "Mornin, Daddy." and "Will you make omelets?" There were no blushes, no coy glances, no nothing. You'd never of known that the little pussy in front of me gushed on my fingers and moaned my name when she vibed her clit last night. Guess she wasn't going to be begging me for more yet. Fuck.

"I'll take care of the dishes and clean-up since you cooked, then I'll start on the flowerbeds."

"Thanks, babygirl. Sounds like a plan."

I pushed my chair back to get up when I felt her behind me. Before I could stand, her hand wrapped around my neck and her entire body pressed into me and my chair. She nibbled on my ear and her voice sounded husky when she whispered, "Have a good day, Daddy." Then she was gone, back at the sink running water for the dishes.

Well... that was new. I smirked as I got up and walked over to her. Kissing her cheek, I said, "You, too, darlin," then swatted her ass before making my way upstairs to my office. I could hear her giggling and I smiled. Maybe our dynamic had changed afterall, but neither of us knew what to do about it. God, I hoped work flew by today.

I finally closed my laptop at four, and it was a massive relief. The project I'm working on was always one step forward, three steps back - aka frustrating as fuck. Groaning, I stood up and stretched, then made my way downstairs. I didn't hear Riley in the house and wondered if she was still outside. As I stepped out on to the deck, I heard splashing. Riley was in the pool. Riley was in the pool in a white t-shirt. Riley was in the pool in a white t-shirt that was borderline see-through and plastered to her tits.

"Whatchya doin, babygirl?"

She spun around and shook her tits at me. I could clearly make out her hard, pierced nipples. She smiled, "Oh hey, you're done early."

"I know you own strings that you call bathing suits, so what's with the shirt?"

"Well, I was weeding the flowerbed over there," she gestured toward the far end of the pool by the fence. "When all of a sudden bees came out of nowhere and started stinging me! I fell into the pool trying to get away from them. And then the water felt good so I stayed in."

"Jesus, baby. When'd that happen?"

"I don't know, like an hour or so ago?"

"Well, get on out, we have to check your stings. Where all'd you get stung?"

"Mostly my legs, I think."

She made her way to the edge of the pool and I helped haul her out. Grabbing a towel from the deck, I wrapped her up and dried her off.

"Ok, let's go up to Daddy's room so I can check you over. I'm gonna give you some Benadryl and we might have to put some calamine lotion on you too."

As we walked to the house, I noticed her cringing. "Why ya wincing, baby?"

"Some of the stings are rubbing together when I walk. It's uncomfortable."

Not bothering to respond, I scooped her up and carried her upstairs to my bed. Fuck do I wish I was bring her here for another reason. I sat her down and opened the towel.

I heard the wet plop of her shirt hit the floor as I went to grab the gauze, lotion, and Benadryl from my medicine cabinet. "Here, baby. Take these, they should help with the itchy feeling, and then lay back and show Daddy where the bees got you."

She swallowed the pills, leaned back on her elbows, and let her legs fall open. 

"There's one on my hip over here," she pointed. "But the rest are all along here," gesturing to her thighs.

"All right, Daddy's gonna check for stingers and then rub some lotion on you. You'll be feeling better in no time."

Starting with her legs and her hip, I ran my fingers all over her inner thighs searching for stingers. I found a couple and ran the gauze over them to remove them. As I worked my way toward her pussy, I could smell it getting wet.

A thought started forming in my head. This was a situation I could use to my advantage, an opportunity I couldn't pass up. I knew I could get her so turned on that she'd let me "help" her out again. But with a little finesse and a dash of gaslighting, I was sure I could convince her to let me use my mouth and maybe, if I played my cards right, one of the toys I bought.

I took my time on her left leg, lightly dragging the gauze and ghosting my fingers over her skin. By the time I started on her right leg, she was breathing heavily. When I went back to her left leg to apply lotion, she started subtly moving her hips. As I rubbed the lotion into the last sting on her right leg, her little pussy was dripping.

"Do you know if you got stung through your panties?"

Her eyes went wide as saucers at that thought. "I don't know... I don't think so, but... maybe?"

"Ok, Daddy'll check to make sure, sweetheart." I pulled her panties off and pushed her thighs open. Her cunt was clenching around nothing. I probably could've taken her pulse through her throbbing clit. I brought my hands up and started rubbing her. There were no stings, but she looked happy to finally get some attention on her aching pussy.

"Baby, Daddy's fingers have too many callouses. I can't seem to feel for stingers in your pussy like this. Let me use something else to see if I can find any. We don't want to miss one and have you get sick."

I knelt in front of her and pushed her thighs back further. "Hold your legs for me, baby." She grabbed on behind her knees and I put a pillow under her ass to help prop her up. 

I started licking up and down her lips, sliding my tongue through her slit, barely pushing it into her hole. She was gasping and trembling from the minute I made contact, but I wasn't going to let her come like this. I was determined to follow through with my half-assed plan. 

I worked my way up to her clit and let it bounce on my tongue. Slow, light strokes that made her breath hitch. I backed away and proceeded to lie my face off. It was then I realized how fucked up of a person I was. But... fuck it, it's not like she wasn't going to enjoy it.

"Baby, I found a stinger. Hold still for a second." She froze instantly. I grabbed the gauze and lightly ran it over her clit, then used my mouth to pretend to get another feel. 

"Damn, the gauze didn't work. Let me try this." I gave her clit a few more licks and suuucked. She screamed as her body bowed up. Yeah, she was going to love what I had in mind. I let go with a pop and ran my tongue back around it. 

"Nah, that didn't get it out either, I can still feel it."

"But, Daddy, what are we gonna do then? I dont want a stinger down there forever!" 

Fuck yes! Half-assed plan for the win! "Hang on, baby. I think I have something that'll work. Be right back." I went into my closet to grab the pump.

Riley looked at me wide-eyed. "What's that?"

"A vacuum pump. I bought it for something else and the cylinders were too small. But it should be able to suck out the stinger. See, after I rub some special lotion on you, I'm going to place this over your clit," pointing at the cylinder. "And then I'm going to squeeze this handle here to apply the suction. It might feel a little... intense, but we've got to get that stinger out, baby."

"Yeah, okay, Daddy... is it gonna hurt?"

I drizzled the "special lotion" lube into my hand to warm it up before rubbing it on her clit and inside the cylinder. "No, it won't hurt. It might even feel good." I placed the cylinder over her clit and held it in place, while I gave the pump it's first small squeeze. I let go of the cylinder so I could watch. I slowly compressed the pump handle again and again. Watching her clit get drawn up by the force was a fucking turn-on. God, it looked huge. 

After the last pump, Riley's head snapped back and her whole body shuddered, "Ooooh, Godddd!"

"It hurt, baby?"

"N-n-nooo."

"Good. Daddy has a few more places to check for stingers while the pump does it's work. Just hold still okay." I disconnected the tubing from the cylinder and watched her acrylic encased clit bob in the air like she had a mini-erection. Turning her onto her side, I dropped back to my knees, spread her cheeks, and licked her from pussy to ass. Darting my tongue in and out, tickling her taint, circling and prodding her hole.

"Jesus, Daddy!... Uunnhhh... D-Did you find... Mmm... a-a-another stinger?" I would've answered, but she started grinding back onto my face. She was so slippery from the combination of my spit and her slick that my tongue slipped in. 

"Fuuuuuck!" 

I pulled away and reached up to lightly slap her tits. I smirked as I said, "Don't swear, ba-" She cut off my response by grabbing me by the hair and pulling me back to her ass. When she felt my tongue start moving again, she let go of my head, pushed her arm between her thighs, and carefully maneuvered around the pump to finger her pussy.

With her not holding me hostage between her cheeks any longer, I gave her a few more licks, then rolled her onto her back. Reaching down, I moved her hand out of the way and released the pressure from the pump on her clit, figuring it had been on long enough. As I watched it spring back, it stayed relatively engorged, but obviously not the same size it was in the cylinder. 

Desperate to come, she keened, "Nooooo! Put it back, put it back! I'm sorry, Daddy. I'll be a good girl, promise. Just put it back!" 

Fuck. Me. "Ok, baby, ok. But only for a few more minutes, and no more of Daddy's tongue right now. That's your punishment for bad language."

She pouted, but her eyes perked up when I reset the pump. I gave the small initial squeeze and then sat back to watch her clit fill the tube. This time I pumped her a little further. Her hips immediately writhed, searching for more pleasure. Now I was kicking myself for telling her "no tongue." 

To try and give her something to get herself off with, I played with the pressure of the cylinder, decreasing and increasing it. It was like watching her get sucked off. She was so out of it, I don't even think she heard me talking to her. 

"Yeah, you like getting your clit sucked, dontchya? It's so hard right now, baby. Daddy loves seeing you get your first blowjob. You've got a greedy little cunt that loves to come. So c'mon, be a good girl and show Daddy how you come."

I saw her legs tense and her mouth open in a noiseless gasp, then her pussy started leaking cream. She didn't squirt, but she came all the same. She sucked in a lungful of air as I carefully removed the pump. 

Her clit was even bigger this time. I started jacking it with my thumb and pointer finger, mimicking what I saw her do the other day. 

"Daddy needs to check and make sure the stinger is gone now."

I sucked her fat clit in my mouth and let it roll around on my tongue before digging into her slit to lick up her cum. My nose rubbed her giant clit back and forth. She was moving so much that I had to pin her hips down to finish cleaning her up. I wasn't trying to get her off, but her pussy was so sensitive, it clamped down around my tongue and she came again before I was finished. I leaned back, face covered in cum, and licked my lips. 

"Damn, baby, you've got one messy pussy. The stinger's gone, but I'm worried that it was in you for so long. We'll probably have to pump this clit of yours," I gave it a lick and her body jerked, "a few more times to make sure everything's all right."

———x———

I pumped her twice a day for a week and then stopped cold turkey. All of her other stings had healed and I didn't think I could get away with telling her she needed to keep "treating" the one (albeit fake) on her clit any longer. I figured I'd probably never get to use the pump on her again, but the memories of those "treatment sessions" would live in my spank bank permanently.

Over the next couple days, Riley acted cagey. She kept throwing me looks, but never said anything. I hadn't specifically told her she reached the end of her "treatments." I wondered if she missed it, I knew her greedy little cunt did. The house was filled with her quiet whimpers as she tried to secretly rub herself against anything she could find: her bedframe, the table, my pillow - the case was still wet when I went to sleep that night.

And if it wasn't her moaning, it was the sound of her squelching fingers or the hum of her vibrator. No matter what she did, it was like her pussy was never satisfied. But, she never came to me for help and I was going insane waiting for her to make the next move.

Four days after I stopped pumping her clit, I had to go into the office for an early, unnecessary, in-person meeting. I thought, with me gone, she'd feel like she had more privacy to wear her little pussy out and be back to normal. But when I got home afterwards, she was still acting weird. I had just logged on to my home office computer to finish out my day when she knocked on my door.

"What's up, babygirl?"

"I made you some lunch, Daddy, and figured I'd bring it up to you."

"Well, that was sweet of you, darlin. Thank you." I picked up the sandwich she made me and took a bite. As I reached for the water she also brought me, I noticed she was still standing there, shifting her weight from foot to foot. 

"Riley... are you okay? It seems like something's been on your mind lately."

"Huh?... Oh! No! I'm fine, I'm just... it's just... CanItellyousomething?," she said in a rush.

"What was that last part?"

She sighed heavily and blushed, "C-can I tell you s-something?"

"Of course, babygirl. You can tell me anything, you know that. But I have to be on a conference call in 20 minutes. Do we have enough time, or should we wait til later?"

"Now should be ok." She took a deep breath and whispered, "I think... I think need another treatment."

You could've knocked me over with a feather. "Baby, your 'treatments' are all done. Your pussy's fine," I assured her.

"But... but what if there's still... bee stuff down there?" She looked distraught.

"There's not, baby. It's all gone. You're fine." Jesus christ, I felt like an asshole.

"But... it felt really, reeeeeally good," she shyly admitted. "Could we maybe... I don't know, do it anyway?"

I suddenly felt like less of an asshole. "Umm... yeah, babygirl. 'Course we can."

"Right now?"

"I only have," I checked the time, "18 minutes until my next meeting, baby."

"That's plenty though! You never leave the pump on that long anyway."

I sighed, trying to sound put out and like I wasn't thrilled as fuck that she finally approached me. "Fiiine. Go climb in my bed and get ready. I'll be there in a second." Looks like I wasn't going to get to eat the sandwich she made me quite yet. My little slut was aching for her clit to get nice and swollen.

When I walked in, she had already stripped out of her panties and was laying on her back with her legs spread. Her clit, which had gone back to its normal size since we hadn't pumped in a while, was steadily pulsing, showing its excitement. As I walked into my closet to get the pump out, l wondered if her pussy got wet anytime she heard the word "pump" - kinda like a Pavlov's dogs thing.

I had barely started rubbing lube over her clit to get her ready for the pump and she was already thrusting her hips down into my hand. I made a tight circle with my thumb and pointer finger, giving her a tiny version of a fist to fuck her clit into. She grabbed onto my forearm to hold me in place and rutted against my hand hard and fast. Her rhythm wasn't the smoothest, but she was doing well with taking control of her first handjob. 

Right as she was about to come, I pulled my hand away and placed the cylinder over her throbbing clit. With the first squeeze, Riley came hard. Her body curved up and curled in on itself. I had to place a hand on her tits and force her to lay back down while I finished slowly stretching her clit out. I sucked it further into the cylinder and detached the connective tubing. 

I turned to set the pump down and Riley had already started playing with her pumped clit by tugging on the cylinder. Just then I heard my work phone ring. "Baby, I have to get that, but I'll hopefully be back before my meeting starts to check on you. I'm going to set a timer so you remember to take the pump off after ten minutes. You remember how, right?"

"Mmhmm."

"Don't leave it on any longer, okay?"

"Mmk, Daddy. Thank you, thank you, thank you. It feels so good." I bet it did, seeing as her pussy was already leaking. From all the pumping we'd done, it seemed like my mattress was just a permanent wet spot. I'd put a towel down, but I liked smelling her on my sheets when I jacked off at night.

My phone call wasn't as quick as I'd thought it'd be and I didn't have time to check on Riley before my meeting. That's why, when an hour later on a break from the call, I was surprised to see she was still spread eagle on my soaked bed, her acrylic encased clit swaying in the air as she played with her tits.

"Baby! Daddy told you to take that off when you heard the timer!" She jumped when she heard my raised voice. But I was nervous, this was the longest she'd had it on for and I was sure she'd hurt herself and just hadn't realized it, too caught up in her fucklust. An hour was a long time, too long. "Take it off and go to your room, Riley. Daddy will be there in a minute." 

She frowned and reached down to remove the pump. "Daddy, don't-"

"Your. Room. Now." Afraid of the unknown consequences of her carelessness, I was irrationally angry and knew I needed a second to calm down. After she left my bed, I hid the pump in my closet again and splashed some cold water on my face before going to talk to her.

"Why did you ignore the timer?"

She rolled her eyes at me, so help me christ. If she didn't lose the attitude, I was going to tan her ass. 

"That's what I was trying to tell you earlier. I didn't ignore it. I took it off, made myself come, and then pumped some more. I did that over and over and now my clit is so swollen it barely fits inside the pump. And, Daddy, it feels really good."

The fact that she hadn't left it on for the entire hour eased some of my fears and I realized I had jumped to conclusions. But I was still worried that she'd done some damage. Her clit was so big it looked like she could use my fleshlight.

"Well, no more pumping for a while. Feel your clit, babygirl, and see if it's hurt." I knew if I touched it, I wouldn't go back to my meeting. Seeing her touch it wasn't going to be much better, but I needed to make sure she was okay. 

She gingerly squeezed her clit between her sliding fingers. "Oh god, Daddy. It's soooo sensitive!"

My watch beeped letting me know my break was over. I adjusted my dick as I left the room, leaving her there stroking her own hard-on as her pussy made a puddle on yet another bed. 

The next day, I had just sat down on the couch and turned on the baseball game when I heard the vacuum start upstairs. Normally she hated that chore, so I was surprised that she did it without being asked. She must've been doing a thorough job, because it was almost the end of the second inning before I heard it shut off. 

Shortly after that, Riley came into the living room. She walked up to me in nothing but a thin, white tank top and a pair of pink panties. Her tits jiggled and bounced with each step, but it was her clit that caught my attention. It was still massive and her panties were pulled taut trying to contain it. There was no hiding it, my baby had a bulge.

"Daddy, my panties are making my pussy hurt."

That tracked, I imagined having the cotton rubbing constantly over the exposed head didn't feel the best. The swelling had gone down a little, but I thought it would've been back to normal given that 24 hours had passed. It looked like her self-extended pump session yesterday had its consequences.

"Does it hurt when you touch it without your panties on?"

She grabbed one of the god-awful, pink throw pillows that she insisted we needed from the couch and threw it on the floor by my feet. Bracing my forearms on my knees, I leaned forward to watch as she sat on it and pulled her panties to the side, showing me her already wet pussy. Her fat clit sprung free and she flicked it back and forth a few times with her finger. "It hurts a little, Daddy. Like it's sore or something."

"C'mere, baby. Daddy will buy you some new panties that won't chafe you, but first let Daddy take a closer look." I lifted her on to the ottoman, pulled her panties off, and spread her legs.

"Damn, sweetheart. Your clit looks angry. Let Daddy kiss it better, yeah?" I sucked it into my mouth quickly. When it popped out, I laved it with my tongue, feeling the substantial weight of it bounce every time I flicked it. 

"Feelin any better, baby?" I pulled off for a second to ask, but my head was already dropping back down to keep blowing her clit before she could respond. I was determined to make her gush on my face. She seemed to like creaming with the pump just as much and looked fucked out after each session, so I wasn't worried that those orgasms were bad, per se. But... I loved seeing her squirt and it had been too long since she'd let me see it. 

Her little pussy had a steady stream of juice sliding out her hole, down between her cheeks, and onto the ottoman. I knew how much she like getting rimmed, so I decided to up the ante. Gathering some of her slick with my finger, I teased her ass and she gasped at the pressure. But when I pushed my finger in, she moaned and started talking. 

"Oooh, Daddyyy. I never thought having your finger there would feel good... But I think your kisses are helping... I like when you suck on my clit, it feels kinda like my pump, but different... If you keep going, Daddy, my little pussy is going to come... Oh my god, make your little girl come, Daddy. Make... me... come!!"

It was the most she'd ever spoken during our playtime. And with each word that she was able to gasp out, I licked and sucked her harder as encouragement. Trying to push her over the edge, I gave her ass another finger, stretching her further.

When her cunt exploded, she reminded me of one of those fountains in Vegas. Completely soaking my face, I pulled back and opened my mouth wide. When it looked like her orgasm was waning, I spit some of her cum back on to her clit and dove back in. Sucking, swirling, flicking. I don't know how many times I made her come, or maybe it was just one loooong,intense one. 

Either way, I was about two minutes away from coming untouched. I pulled away with a groan, shoved my shorts down, and sat up. Placing one knee on the ottoman and using my hands to press her legs toward her chest, I started sliding my dick through her soaked slit. The head of my cock brushed over her clit on each upstroke. I thought I was losing my mind, I needed to come badly.

"Daddy?... Whatchya doin?"

At the sound of her drunk-sounding slurred words, my eyes snapped up to look at her. She was a fucked out mess. Eyes glazed, arms limp, a line of drool on one side of her mouth. I answered her question with an unintelligible "Mmmmfff" and sped my hips up. The temptation to just slide my cock inside her was real, but I knew I wouldn't last long enough to make it worthwhile for either of us.

"Do you need to come, Daddy? Is that it? Are you using my little pussy to come?"

I let out a loud groan and felt my shaft get harder and my balls throb. I looked down to watch myself come against her fat clit, painting her pussy with a massive load. 

"Good come, Daddy?" She echoed my normal question to her back at me.

I chuckled and leaned back, my face still dripping with her cum. "Yeah, baby. That was a real good one, your pussy made me come so hard." As I was talking, I ran my fingers through her slit, collecting my jizz. I scooped it all closer to her opening and pushed it inside, using my fingers to slide it deeper. 

"D-Daddy?" She asked questioningly. 

I brought my other hand up to her clit and flicked it up and down. "Give Daddy one more, babygirl. Come for Daddy one more time."

Her hips started following my movements, and in no time, she was panting and shaking. Her cunt convulsed on my fingers, sucking my cum deeper still.

"Daddy," she began hesitantly, "I'm not... I'm not on anything. Won't that get me pregnant?"

"You know how you like when Daddy makes your clit bigger?" I gave it one last nudge with my thumb, watching it bounce back down against her. "Well Daddy wants to see what you'll look like with bigger tits." She gasped as I slid my fingers out and rubbed what was left of my cum on her pussy lips.

When she didn't respond to my slightly evasive answer, I tucked my dick away and stood. "Time to get up, baby. Daddy's gonna run out and get you some new panties. I'll grab us some dinner, too. Why don't you get cleaned up and relax for the rest of the day, you look sleepy."

"Mmk, Daddy. See you when you get back. And for my panties, remember my favorite color i-"

"Is blue, I know. And Daddy's is black, so expect to see some of those as well."

When I got home a while later, I threw her new panties in the wash. I told Riley that I'd fold them and put them in her room when they were done later. We finished up eating the takeaway I grabbed and my poor babygirl looked dead on her feet.

"Baby, you need to go to bed. You seem awful tired tonight."

Her words came out on a yawn, "I am, Daddy."

I smirked, proud of the fact that I wore out a girl who was twenty years my junior. "All right, give Daddy a goodnight kiss and go get some rest."

She walked over and bent down with her lips puckered. Drawing her closer with my hand on the back of her neck, I ran my tongue over the seam of her lips. When she opened for me, I slid my tongue inside. We kissed slowly for a few minutes before I pulled back and it took a second for her to blink her eyes back open. She blushed when she looked at me and offered a shy smile. Quietly saying, "Night, Daddy." 

I'd just had my tongue in her pussy earlier that day, but my tongue in her mouth was what made her blush? Sometimes this girl made no sense. "Night, baby."

I finished cleaning up the kitchen, doing the laundry, then went to bed myself. I walked into her room to put her new panties away and found her sprawled on the bed, snoring softly. She was laying on her stomach with her legs spread and two fingers buried in her pussy. It was almost as if she had fallen asleep while she was playing with herself... or she just liked the feeling of being full. I needed to fuck her soon.

The next morning I heard Riley moving around downstairs and threw on a pair of shorts to go join the land of the living. I had slept hard. As I made my way toward the kitchen to get some breakfast, Riley called out, "I made oatmeal a little bit ago, Daddy. It's on the stove."

I grabbed a bowl and made my way to the living room. Riley was lounging back, nestled into the couch cushions. She had on a pair of the panties I just bought her.

"Thanks for the panties, Daddy. These ones definitely don't make my pussy sore. It's like the opposite! Every time I move, they make me feel good. And they're super pretty."

She was half-sitting, half-laying there in one of the pearl thongs I bought her. I'd bought her a couple of those and some crotchless panties in a multitude of colors. There were even some blue ones to choose from. But there she was in a blackpair, rubbing the string of pearls back and forth across her needy clit. 

My voice was like gravel when I replied, "Yeah, babe. Your pussy looks real fuckin pretty." 

"It's like I'm wearing jewelry, isn't it?" 

"No 'Daddy don't swear?'"

"Not this morning. I like my panties too much, so you get a freebie." 

I sat my bowl of oatmeal down on the end table and walked over to kneel in front of her.

"Daddy, I thought you were gonna have breakfast?"

"Daddy is." I pulled her hips closer to me, causing her to slouch further on the couch.

"But your food's over there. It's gonna get cold."

"I'll microwave it later." Throwing her legs over my shoulders, I pushed the pearls to the side and sucked. My hands swept up her body to find her hard nipples and I tugged on her piercings. In less than a second I had my babygirl squirming and basically riding my face. Her fingers clutched my hair so she could mash her cunt further into my mouth. It was gonna be a great day.

———x———

I was having the most realistic dream I'd ever had. A tiny mouth was slowly exploring the head of my cock with shy, little licks and tentative sucks. 

"Daaaddy."

I swear I could actually feel her spit roll down my shaft with every brush of her lips against me. Given everything that had happened over the past two days, it wasn't a surprise that I was having a hyper-realistic sex dream about her.

"Daddy... you awake?"

Spreading my thighs wider, I gave Dream-Riley more room to work and sank back into the bed, thinking about yesterday while she nursed on my tip. 

After I had made her cum for breakfast, her little pussy was pulsing around nothing - it looked hungry. Pressing the head of my cock against her hole, I felt it trying to suck me in as I jacked my shaft.

"Daddy, do you need to use my pussy again?"

"Yeah, babygirl, just... unnhhh... just for a few seconds." Groaning, I unknowingly applied a little pressure and felt my tip start to slip inside. Watching her struggle to take the head and hearing her surprised gasp when it finally popped in was hot as fuck. 

"Uunnnhh, Daddy wh-"

"You're okay, babygirl. Just a few seconds, promise."

With my dick barely inside her, I let her get used to the feeling of being stretched on something more than just a few fingers while my fist was a blur as I hurriedly beat off into her pussy. The feeling of her wet, tight heat fluttering and clenching around my tip, along with the thought of giving her her first creampie was too much. I let go of my shaft and thumbed her clit back and forth, causing her to squeeze me even harder as I watched my cock jerk and throb as it shot off rope after rope of cum.

Pulling out with a hiss, I sat back on my knees and watched my jizz slowly drip from her freshly gaped pussy. Using my fingers to plug her up, I bent down and licked her. The taste of my cum mixed with hers was intoxicating. I sucked her clit like a Dyson and forced my fingers inside of her faster. I wanted her cunt to swallow every drop I gave her. 

Her thighs slammed against my ears when she came and I slowly worked her down from her high. Her body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and her legs were still spasming when I snapped her panties back in place. Positioning the pearls just right, I pinched her lips closed around them and gave her pussy a shake, making her whine.

With a final order of, "Make sure you keep these on until Daddy takes them off later, yeah?," I left her sprawled on the couch to go reheat my oatmeal.

The pearl thong was a good buy. She was a lot more active then she normally was, constantly moving about the house trying to get the most amount of friction that she could on her clit. And I was never far behind, basically stalking her from room to room. It wasn't hard, all I needed to do was follow the sounds of her gasps and sighs and wait for the right moment. 

For the better part of the day, I miraculously "found" her at the most opportune times and took advantage of whatever compromising position she had ended up in. I was becoming addicted to slurping on her cunt and using her cum as my cologne.

When she was doing yoga in the living room, I found her in some handstand-split thing - I held her upside down and dove in. I walked into the kitchen and she was bent over loading the dishwasher - I dropped to my knees and slid in between her thighs. When she was carrying a pile of laundry up the stairs and stopped to pick up a sock she dropped - I ate her from behind. When I caught her frantically tugging the string of pearls against her clit as she was laying on the couch later that day - I pulled her to the floor and had her sit on my face. 

She was exhausted by dinner time and could barely keep her eyes open, let alone keep herself upright. I had worked her little cunt hard. I curled her up in my lap while we ate and fed her little bites from my plate. When we finished dinner, she was my dessert. Pushing our shared plate aside, I laid her out on the table and peeled off her ruined panties. 

The string was so drenched, I was sure I could've wrung it out. The pearls felt tacky in my hand before I dropped them next to her on the table. Her clit was still twitching and her pussy lips were still wet and swollen from the constant stimulation and from the last time I went down on her a half hour ago. 

She cried out at my first touch, trying to squirm away from my mouth. "Daaadddddy, nooooo. I can't," she whined.

"Shhh, you just taste so good, darlin. This'll be the last one today, baby. Daddy promises." I knew she was probably oversensitive, but I couldn't stop myself. Slowly thrusting my fingers, I lightly kissed and licked her clit, almost apologetically. She sobbed when she finally came. Picking her up off the table, I settled her in my lap, rubbing her back and shushing her as she cuddled closer to me.

"Can I sleep in your bed tonight, Daddy?"

"Of course, baby. You ready to go lay down?" It was still early, but she'd had a hard day. 

"Uh huh."

"All right, babygirl. Daddy will tuck you in and stay with you til you fall asleep, okay?"

She didn't answer, but she buried her face deeper in my neck as I gathered her up in my arms and carried her up to my room. Crawling in bed with her, I wrapped myself around her and pressed kisses into her hair. We cuddled until she finally calmed and passed out.

"Daaadddddy... wake up!"

I came to with a groan. It wasn't a fucking dream, Riley was nestled in between thighs teasing my cock.

"Uuuunnff! What... what are you doin, babygirl?"

Her eyes snapped up to mine and she pulled away to answer, letting my dick go with an audible pop. "I woke up and wanted to talk to you, Daddy, and you were still sound asleep. But then I noticed that your... your...," she glanced down at my dick that she still had a loose fist wrapped around.

"Cock," I supplied.

Blushing, she continued, "Your cock looked like it needed my pussy again and I wanted to help." A spurt of pre bubbled out of my tip, rolled down my dick, and pooled on her knuckles. Riley licked her hand and my shaft clean. As I watched my head disappear between her lips, I felt more pre flood her hot, wet mouth.

She pulled away again. "God, Daddy, you taste so good." Jesus fuck, she was going to kill me. 

"If... uunnff... if you were going to help me with your pussy... fuck... how'd I end up in your mouth, babygirl?"

"Mmmm.... got distracted." A few more licks and flicks of her tongue came with that admission. 

My balls were throbbing, I hadn't come since yesterday morning. Seeing as I'd been trying to get as much of my cum inside her pussy as I could, I knew I didn't want to come in her mouth. Yet I masochistically allowed her to continue and asked, "Have you just been playing with my tip, darlin?" 

"Huh?"

"Why don't you try taking more of Daddy in? See how far you can get, yeah?"A look of confusion spread across her face. 

"Here, let Daddy help you out," I grabbed my base and angled my dick at her lips. "Now open your mouth wide and slide down as far as you can."

Placing my hand on the back of her head, I applied a slight pressure to get her started. She fed herself inch after inch of my cock. 

Watching her lips stretch obscenely, I felt my cock breach the back of her throat and her nose brush against my pelvis. I arched up off the bed trying to get deeper and her little tongue swept out to lick at my balls. When she swallowed around me, I pushed her head further down and rolled my hips into her face. 

Her hands slapping at my thighs brought me out of my trance. As soon as I yanked her off my cock she was sputtering and gasping for air. 

"Bring that cunt of yours up here, baby. Daddy needs to come." When she didn't move fast enough, I used my grip on her hair to drag her up my body and straddle my waist. Grasping her hips, I started to grind her wet slit back and forth on my cock. 

"Mmm, Daddy. You're making my little clit hard."

"There ain't nothin 'little' about your clit, baby. Now rub it on Daddy's cock and make him feel good, yeah?" I gave her ass a little slap to get her moving.

Watching her try and get us both off was a fucking sight - writhing on top of me with a spit-slicked mouth, puffy from sucking my cock. But her pussy looked obscene - lips sandwiched around my dick and her fat clit right in the middle, bumping into my head over and over again.

I felt her cum drench my shaft and wash over my balls just as I spurted my own all over my stomach. Riley collapsed on the bed next to me and started running her fingers through my mess. 

Scooping some of it up, she glanced up at me, slightly opened her legs, and pushed it inside her. I groaned and my spent dick twitched. Smirking, she cleaned me up and filled her cunt again and again until she was finshed. 

Taking hold of her wrist, I guided her hand to her mouth. "Go on, babygirl. Show Daddy how good you think he tastes." 

Her tongue darted out to swirl around her cum drenched fingers. Using my hold on her, I traced her fingers around her lips before sliding them into her mouth. She closed her eyes on a moan as she sucked.

"Fuck, babygirl. You're gonna be the death of me." I let go of her wrist and tucked her into my side. 

Kissing her forehead, I mumbled into her skin, "Mornin, baby." 

She giggled against my shoulder, "Mornin, Daddy."

We were laying there for a while, her tracing random patterns on my chest with her fingertips and me lazily rubbing her hip, when Riley decided to break the silence. "Daddy?"

"Yeah, baby?"

She propped herself up on her elbow and started stumbling through her words, "Umm... the other day... you know that thing you said... umm... about my...," she trailed off, gesturing to her tits. "Did you mean it?"

"What'd I say, baby?" 

"That you... uh... want m-my," she pointed at her tits again. Then mumbled questioningly, "bigger?"

"Riley, you're a big girl and if you want to have a big girl conversation, you're going to have to use your words. Now, did what Daddy said make you uncomfortable?"

She shook her head.

"Words, Riley."

"Well, you see... umm... what I w-wan-" I held my hand up to get her to stop stuttering and narrowed my eyes. I could see her getting irritated with me.

She let out an frustrated groan before blurting out loudly, "I'm trying to ask you to fuck me!" Her eyes went wide when she realized what she said and she clamped a hand over her mouth as if trying to pull the words back.

"Why..." I cleared my throat, "Why do you want Daddy to fuck you, babygirl?" I tried to sound nonchalant, but on the inside I was reeling. I did not expect her to say that. 

"Do you really want me to have your baby, Daddy?" I dropped my head back onto the pillow with a groan and reached down to rub my dick. I guess she took that as enough of an answer because she continued, "Well, I don't want to be a pregnant virgin."

"We don't have to have a baby, Riley. I don't need to push my cum into your pussy, darlin."

"But... But I like it when you pump my clit and give my pussy kisses," she admitted shyly, "and when you do that you seem to need to use my pussy."

"Ooh, babygirl. Daddy likes making you feel good, too. And yes, doing those things makes Daddy hard, but Daddy can just... come on your tits instead... or maybe in your mouth. I'm not giving you a 'baby for orgasms' ultimatum, sweetheart."

"But... what if I wanted to have your baby?"

I knew I should be the responsible one and talk her out of it because she was so young, but I was a selfish asshole with a half-chub at the mere thought of seeing her belly and tits swollen because of me.

"Do you, Riley? Do you really want Daddy's baby?"

"I think so. But..." she trailed off and rubbed her thighs together as if trying to get some friction on her clit. Was the thought of me knocking her up making her pussy wet? She continued, "I'm nervous, Daddy. I've never done that before and I'm worried it's gonna hurt."

"Nothing to be nervous about. You did such a good job taking Daddy's tip yesterday, baby. It's not much different." Okay, so that was an understatement. But I needed to reassure her, not scare the fuck out of her. Hopefully it was a white lie for the win. "Plus, you know Daddy'll always make you feel good, yeah?"

"Yeah, I know, Daddy. But could you pump me a little bit first, just in case?"

"Mmhmm."

"Okay..." she took a deep breath, "okay, then I wanna do it."

"All right, let me go grab your pump, darlin."

"Wait, right now?!"

I kissed the panicked look off of her face. "You gonna be any less nervous if we wait a couple days?" She bit her lip and shook her head. Reaching down, I slid my fingers alongside her clit and into her hole, giving her a few pumps. "Your pussy's ready for this, babygirl. Trust Daddy, yeah?"

With another quick kiss, I stepped back from the bed and disappeared into the closet to get her pump. By the time I walked back into the bedroom, she already had her legs spread showing off her wet pussy. She was dripping so much that I probably wouldn't even need to use the lube.

"We're gonna try something a little different today, baby." I pushed her into the middle of the bed and turned her so her head was toward the end. She looked up at me questioningly.

"I'm gonna pump your clit for a little while and you're gonna give Daddy's cock some more kisses." I said as I ran my thumb over her mouth. I groaned when she sucked my thumb and swirled her tongue around it. I pulled it out and used it to gather her slick and spread it around her clit. 

After pumping her clit up into the cylinder, I placed my thumb inside her leaking hole, giving her something to squeeze her little pussy around. I teased her for a few seconds before moving back up toward her face.

I pressed my dripping thumb to her lips, "Show Daddy again how you're going to kiss his dick." She moaned as she tasted herself.

"That's right, babygirl. See how good you taste? Now you know why Daddy would live between your legs if he could." I pulled my thumb away and knelt on the bed almost straddling her head. 

"Time to get Daddy hard again, baby." I brushed my dick against her lips. Pushing her chest out, she rolled up onto her head a little, giving herself a better angle, and started making out with my tip. Placing wet, sloppy kisses all over my crown, wiggling her little tongue into my slit. 

"Suck it, baby. Open up and suck Daddy's cock just like he showed you." She opened her mouth wide and used her hand to guide me in. Her lips clamped down around my head and her cheeks hollowed out. I couldn't help but start shallowing thrusting. She moaned around my shaft and sucked me deeper. 

To distract myself from the sight of me fucking her mouth, I leaned forward and palmed her tits. Grabbing one in each hand, I pushed them together and squeezed, dragging my thumbs up toward her nipples like I was trying to milk her. 

Fuuuck, not a good distraction. The thought of her with swollen tits had me leaking pre. Changing tactics, I let some of the pressure out of her pump, her frustrated hum reverberated around my shaft. With the pump still in one of my hands, I used the other to arch her neck further. On my next stroke, I slid into her throat and watched it bulge. Everytime she swallowed around my cock, I quickly gave her clit another pump drawing it further up the cylinder. 

She was moaning so much it felt like I had a vibrator strapped to my dick. With one more squeeze of the pump then I normally gave her, her hips arched off the bed and her fat clit bounced in the cylinder as she squirted all over my headboard. Guess I cracked the code on how to make her gush with her pump. The sight of her cumming virtually untouched made my balls tingle.

With my cock still buried in her throat, I leaned over her body, kissed her belly, and carefully removed the pump from her still twitching clit. Slowly, I sat back on my knees and pulled my cock out of her mouth. 

Moving up the bed to kneel by her hips, I rubbed my hand over the inside of her splayed thighs and stared at her cock-drunk face.

"Good come, baby?" I flipped her onto her stomach before she could answer. "Ready for more? Ready to feel Daddy come deep inside you?" 

"Mmmfff. Please, Daddy. My little pussy feels so empty. I need you." 

I smacked her ass. "Up on your knees, babygirl." She had her ass raised high in the air when I settled behind her. I notched the tip of my dick against her, but before I could grab her hips to work myself inside, she looked back over her shoulder at me and slowly slid down. 

"Fuck, baby. You're being such a good girl for Daddy. Taking my cock so good." I watched her mouth drop open in a silent gasp and her eyes roll back as she stretched her pussy out on a dick for the first time. It wasn't surprising that there was no hymen to break. Ever since I'd started pumping her clit a couple weeks ago, I'd had her pussy clenching around two or three of my fingers on a regular basis. 

She repositioned herself on her elbows and started fucking herself on my cock as I knelt there motionless, letting her get used to the feeling of being full. The next time she pressed back, I grabbed her waist, keeping her tight against me, and started a slow grind. "You ready for Daddy to fuck you, babygirl?"

"God, Daddy! You feel soooo good!" I pulled my dick out until only my tip was inside of her and slammed back in hard. She choked on her whine as she felt me bottom out for the first time. I gave her a few more hard thrusts, my balls slapping at her swollen clit, before pulling her body upright, her back to my chest. I palmed her tits and flicked her nipples while rolling my hips until my cock found the angle that made her toss her head back on a moan. Sliding out, I plunged back in and pummeled that spot until she was screaming and gushing on my cock.

"That's right, baby. Come all over Daddy." Her sweat-slicked body glided against mine as her ass twerked back into me. Using my fingers, I jerked her clit off to try and make her come even harder. "Aww, your slutty, little pussy can't be done yet. I wanna feel you dripping down my balls, sweetheart. C'mon now, be a good girl and squirt some more for Daddy." 

She keened as she went off like a bottle rocket. Sucking on her neck, I looked over her shoulder to watch her tits bounce and the wet spot on the bed grow larger. "That's it, ruin Daddy's sheets... God, babygirl, your slutty pussy can't stop coming... Daddy doesn't care if you're a fucked out, drooling mess, Daddy's not stopping until he floods your cunt." 

She clenched down so hard, she actually squeezed my dick out and collapsed on to the bed with her hips jerking and her pussy still shooting off in small bursts. I turned her over onto her back, pushed my dick back inside of her, and fucked her into her wet spot.

She focused again when a I pinched her nipples hard and rolled them against her barbells. Running her hand through her tangled hair, she gazed up at me. "Jesus, Daddy... your cock... made my pussy... come so hard," she gasped out in between my thrusts.

"Yeah, babygirl? That was a good come, huh?" How was I not out of breath when she looked so worked over? With a firm grip on her ass, I made sure I didn't slip out and rolled us again. I almost felt bad for making her get on top, but my knees needed a break and I needed to come. She tucked her feet under my spread legs and started to grind. I leaned up, bracing on one arm, and sucked on her tits.

"You feel.... so deep... this way, Daddy. Mmmmmmm." 

I pulled my mouth off her nipples and gave her spank, "Time to make Daddy come, Riley. Ride me and bounce that ass." I slapped her again and felt her pussy ripple along my cock. 

Leaning forward, she kissed me as she started working herself up and down my dick. With her tongue in my mouth, I felt her pussy start to tighten just as my balls started spasming. I was thrusting up into her when I felt my cock head bump against her cervix. She moaned into our kiss, swirling her tongue around as she swiveled her hips against me. 

"Fuck! Fuuuuuck! Imma fill you up, baby. You ready? You want it?" 

"Mmm... you gonna give me a baby, Daddy?" Fuck me, that did it. Buried deep, I unloaded. Giving a few more jerks of my hips to make sure my cum was as far inside her as it could get.

She looked down at me with wide eyes as she felt my cum blasting inside of her in thick spurts. Lifting her hips so she was riding the tip of my dick, she pressed her forehead into mine and started whispering on repeat, "Oh fuck, Daddy... Oh. Fuck!"

I worked the upper half of my shaft against her sweet spot. My cum was leaking down my balls when I felt her start to squirt again. She lifted off me completely, her hips humping at the air, as she let out a long jet and then pressure washed my cock with her cum. Her fingers massaged her clit in wide circles, to make it last longer. 

When she sat down, her pussy hungrily swallowed my still hard cock and she snuggled into my chest. "Oh my god, Daddy. That was soooo good."

"Fuck yeah it was, baby."

"I'm sorry I was so nervous."

"Shh, you're all right. Nothing to be sorry about."

"I kinda wanna take a nap now."

I chuckled. I knew I had given her really good orgasms when she got sleepy. "We'll have to go to your room, baby. You made a huge mess in Daddy's bed."

"Mmk."

"Time to get off Daddy's cock then, darlin."

"Noooo," she whined, "carry me." She snuggled further into me and clenched her pussy. If she kept that up, I'd be ready to go again even if she was exhausted. With a sigh I slid my hands under her knees to grab her ass and slowly got up from my bed. Each step I took bounced her on my cock. 

We didn't even make it out of my bedroom before she turned into a needy slut again, moaning in my ear and digging her fingernails in my back. When I laid back on her bed, she sat up on top of me and placed my hands on her tits. While she slowly rocked her pussy onto my cock, I played with her hard, little nipples.

"Yes! That's it Daddy. Give me one more... Fill my pussy up again." 

She would probably be sore as fuck tomorrow, but my how the tables had turned. With a groan, I started thrusting up into her creaming pussy. I sure as shit wasn't gonna tell her no. I just hoped we didn't end up on the couch later because we ruined these sheets, too.

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Chapter Text

I lied. I was going to tell her no. Something had to give. 

After I fucked her that first time, it was like she went into heat. Her cunt was constantly drooling, begging for my cock. Her fat clit always throbbing, begging for my mouth. If I wasn't making her come, she was begging me to pump her clit, wearing out her vibrator, or trying to suck me hard so I'd fuck her. I was constantly dragging ass during the week because she kept me up all night, pounding away inside of her - begging me for "one more." It sounded great on paper, stepdaughter turned sex fiend. But in reality, I was fucking tired.

She'd been staying in my room ever since I popped her cherry. And as we were getting ready to go to sleep one night, she knelt on the bed and pulled her shirt up. Pressing her tits into my chest, she wiggled her belly against my dick, trying to get me hard again. We'd already fucked five times that day, I was at my limit. Before we started fucking, I used to make her come so hard she was groggy - now it was like she didn't have an off switch.

"Baby, I don't have the energy to go another round." 

When I wasn't getting hard quick enough, she spit in her hand and started stroking me in a tight grip. "How am I gonna get pregnant if you don't fill me up, Daddy? C'mon, just one more."

"Riley, Daddy's tired." My dick didn't care though, as sore as it was, it was still responding to her attention and rising to the occasion. 

"So just stay there or lay down, I'll do all the work." She planted her feet on the edge of the bed on either side of my hips and braced her weight on her palms. Her greedy cunt swallowed my cock in one smooth stroke. Since she didn't listen to me and decided to fuck me after I had told her no, I stood there like a statue. 

I knew it would be difficult for her to come like this, the angle was off for her, but I wasn't going to help her. 

Biting her lip and fucking herself on my cock, she looked up at me. Slowly, she transferred her weight to one hand and brought the other down to rub her clit. "I get so turned on thinking about how big my belly's gonna be... I can't wait to show it off... I'm gonna make you take me all around town... everyone's gonna take one look at me and be jealous... because they'll see my belly and just know that you fuck me so good."

Jesus. Christ. I grabbed her hips and helped her slam down onto me harder. "Mmmmf! I'm sorry, Daddy... my pussy... just needs... more of... your cum! Uunnh!"

Fuck. Me. I lost this battle. Pushing her shoulders so she fell back on the bed, I pressed her knees up toward her chest and railed her pussy. "Yes, Daddy, yes! Fill me up again, I need it!"

I kept my dick inside her as I rolled so she was on top. Giving her ass a sharp slap, I felt her pussy clench around my cock. "I don't know if you deserve to come, little cumslut. Daddy did tell you 'no' after all." I gave her ass another smack and she finally started moving her hips. "As punishment, you're not getting any dick tomorrow. So your needy cunt better make the most of this." Spank! "You gonna cream for me, babygirl?" Slap, slap! "You gonna ride Daddy's cock until you soak it?" Smaaacckkk! "Until your pussy squeezes Daddy so hard you force him to fill you up?" Slap, slap, slap!

"Fuck! Fuck! Daaadddddy!" 

She came so hard she almost bucked off my dick and I had to hold her hips down. I ground her clit against my pelvis and gave her short, deep thrusts to keep her gushing. When she finally stopped, she was still shaking on top of me. 

Smaaacckk!

"Keep moving, little slut, you're not done. Besides, I know your slutty cunt's still hungry, Daddy hasn't given it more cum yet." She looked up at me with a fucked out look on her face and her eyes unfocused, but her pussy started sliding on my dick again all the same. 

Her tits were squished against my chest and she nuzzled into my neck as she lazily fucked me. Grabbing her hips, I made sure she went balls deep each time. The jolts from my thrusts brought her around. "God, Daddy. That was such a good come. Thank you."

She sat up and drug her nails down my chest. Bracing one hand on my abs and digging the other into my thigh, she started rolling her hips and grinding her clit against me.

"You close, Daddy?"

"Unnnh.. yeah, baby. Almost there."

"Mmm... my little pussy feels good, doesn't it, Daddy?... It's so hot and tight... I think you should thank it... Yeah, I think you should thank it for always being wet and ready for you... You gonna say thank you by filling it up?... You gonna be a good Daddy for me and give me your cum?"

By the time she told me to "thank" her pussy, her hips were jerking back and forth on my cock. I could feel that she was close again by the telltale flutters and spasms rippling up and down my shaft. 

By the time she asked me to be a "good Daddy," she had her head tossed back on a moan and her cunt clamped down and milked my dick for all it was worth. Given how much we'd already fucked that day, I was honestly surprised I had any cum left in me. But I could feel it trickling down my shaft as she rode out her high.

Collapsing on my chest, she nuzzled into me and kissed my neck. "I think that time did it, Daddy. Don't you?"

"Mmmm, hope so." I was fucking spent. Breathing hard, I rolled her off of me. My dick landed on my stomach oversensitive, sore, and sticky as fuck. "Baby, go get cleaned up and bring a washcloth back for Daddy."

"Aww, Daddy, did I fuck you sleepy?"

I glared at her. "I was sleepy before we started. And I meant what I said. No dick tomorrow. Daddy needs a break."

She giggled on her way to the bathroom, "Uh huh, suuurrrreeee, Daddy."

She thought I was kidding, but jokes on her. My dick felt raw when I wiped it with the wet cloth.

I woke up to her suffocating me with her pussy, grinding it back and forth on my face. When I opened my mouth to try and breathe, she slid her clit between my lips and moaned. 

"That's it, Daddy... Mmmm yeah, use your tongue... Get my pussy nice and wet so you can fill it up."

I tried to move my head to get some air, but she just followed my movements like her clit had a target lock on my mouth. She was fucking my face, there was nothing else to call it. I reached up to pull her off, but she was already gushing into my mouth, wailing, "Mornin, Daddyyy!" 

Waking up to an adrenaline rush and fucked up, erotic waterboarding was not my idea of a lazy morning. Five minutes ago, I was dead asleep. Now I was gasping for air and my heart was racing a mile a minute. Pushing her off me, I grumbled, "Fuck's sake, Riley." 

She giggled and reached for my cock. Tilting my hips away from her, I sat up on the edge of the bed, lungs still heaving. 

"Come back here, Daddy. I need you." 

I could feel her rubbing her foot up and down my back. "I already told you, babygirl, no dick today." 

"But... it's hard." 

"But it needs a break," I countered. "You fucked it stupid yesterday, babygirl." 

"Ugh, will you go get my pump then?"

"No."

"But, Daddy, my little pussy is needy this morning."

"Your slutty pussy's been needy for the past five weeks. It needs to learn how to calm the hell down every once in a while." With that, I left her petulant ass in bed and went to take a shower.

She didn't talk to me for the rest of the day and she slept in her own room for the first time in over a month that night. By the time the next morning rolled around, she pouted all throughout breakfast - it was awkward. I pretended like I didnt notice her temper tantrum. She pretended that I was an asshole because I wanted to do something other than live in her greedy twat. Okay, so maybe she wasn't pretending. She looked put out as fuck. 

I finished up eating and cleared my throat. She didn't even look up from her plate. "Daddy's gonna do some chores outside. Will you please pick up the kitchen and vacuum the rugs and furniture?"

Crickets... she was actually giving me the silent treatment.

"Riley," I snapped.

"Ugh, fine. I guess." My dick felt better today and I had been looking forward to getting back inside her, but her childish attitude was a huge turn-off. I'd never wanted to fuck her less. 

"Whatever." I grabbed my headphones from the drawer, threw on some shoes, and walked toward the door. I heard her sniffling behind me as I opened it. When I looked back, I caught her wiping tears from her face. Normally seeing her cry would make me want to fix whatever was wrong. Today I knew if I stayed and she got snotty with me again, we'd end up in a bigger fight. 

The door clicked softly as I closed it behind me. I was irritated and needed to calm down. She was upset, for whatever reason, and needed to calm down. Maybe we'd just been around each other too much and needed some time apart. With music blaring in my ears, I quit thinking about Riley and got to work. 

It took me over half the day to finish everything up: lawn mowed, pool cleaned, weeds pulled, gutters emptied, oil changed. With the sun beating down, I was sweaty and thirsty - my clothes were a mess. I made a pit stop in the laundry room, stripping down and toweling off, before making a beeline to the kitchen for some water. I was surprised to hear the vacuum still running in the living room as I grabbed a glass, I figured she wouldn'tve done any chores out of spite. But I guess she was being slightly spiteful, she should've finished in the living room hours ago.

As much as I didn't want to think about Riley while I was outside, she was all I thought about. We needed to have a talk and figure out what was going on with her. Her sex drive was high as fuck, and as great as that was, she was riding my dick raw. I could buy her some more toys to help her out, but it seemed like all she wanted to do lately is fuck and she got real moody if she wasn't stuffed full of cock. Maybe she just had baby fever. Or maybe she needed to go to the doctor, just to be safe. 

After drinking my fill, I walked toward the living room with the intention of having that conversation. I expected to find a pouty Riley half-heartedly vacuuming. What I actually found caused me to go from zero to pissed in about two seconds flat. Sitting on top of a pillow and leaning back against the bottom of the couch in nothing but her tank top, Riley was using the vacuum to suck her clit off. She must have been doing it for a while because her pussy let out a little squirt when it came. 

"Riley! What the fuck?!" I exploded and stomped over to the vacuum and shut it off. Her face paled when she saw me standing over her.

"I-I'm sorry, Daddy. I couldn't find my pump and I-"

"And you thought the vacuum could suck your pussy for you?"

"Well...," she trailed off.

"Well what?"

"I mean... it's worked before," she mumbled. 

"The fuck do you mean 'it's worked before?' You've done this more than once?"

"Yeah..."

"How many times?"

"I don't know, a lot I guess."

"Ok, rephrase: since when?"

"Umm... remember that one time when I told you my panties hurt and then you bought me new ones?"

"Yeah, you'd pumped the fuck out of your clit the day befo-," I cut myself off and thought back. I remembered hearing the vacuum running upstairs for a while before she came down. As a matter of fact, I hadn't had to remind her to vacuum since that day, she just started doing it. I thought she was maturing and taking initiative, turns out she just turned it into a sex toy. Jesus fuck.

"Get upstairs." She scrambled off the floor and ran up the stairs with me following behind her. Somehow she knew to go to my room without me telling her. Stopping next to my bed, she shifted her weight from foot to foot while wringing her hands.

"Up," I said as I pointed at my bed and walked into my closet. I grabbed what I needed and set it next to the bed.

She was trembling when I spread her legs and smacked her wet cunt. "So this slutty pussy needs to be pumped so bad that it fucks a vacuum? Is that it?"

"Daddy, I'm so-"

"Well, now it's Daddy's turn, and listen up, Riley. Daddy's gonna pump this slutty pussy until it creams, then Daddy's gonna fuck you hard. And on Monday morning, you're gonna call the doctor's office and make an appointment. Your little pussy is fucked up, babygirl, and it needs to get looked at. Do you understand?"

"Y-Y-Yes, Daddy." 

Grabbing the bottle of lube from the floor, I spread it all over her pussy lips. Then I grabbed a pussy pump, pressed it snugly around her mound, and pumped until her lips were mashed against the cup. I detached the hose and sat on the side of the bed with my feet on the floor. "Get on your knees and get Daddy hard, but don't make him cum." She nodded at me as she awkwardly slid off the bed and in between my spread thighs, moving carefully so she wouldn't dislodge the pump. 

"Daddy, you've never pumped my entire pussy before. It feels weird... but in a good way." When I didn't respond and just stared down at her, she took the hint and spit on my cock. Wrapping her tiny fist around it she started stroking it slowly. After a while she sped up and I felt her hair brush against my thighs seconds before I felt her sucking my balls while rubbing the underside of my tip with her thumb. I pulled her off me by her hair. "I said, don't make me come, Riley." 

She smirked at me and stood up on her knees. I thought she was going to suck my cock in her mouth. Instead she whipped off her tanktop, pulled the bottom band of her sports bra away from her body, and shoved my cock inside it. Watching her slide her tits up and down my cock was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen. 

When resisting the urge to tittyfuck her and come on her chin became too difficult, I pulled her bra off and tossed her up on the bed. I had almost forgotten that she still had her pussy encased in the pump. I took it off and marveled at how fat and swollen her cunt was.

"Jesus, baby, you already look fucked out and Daddy hasn't even touched you yet." Pinching my fingers at the top of her mound, I gave my hand a shake and watched her engorged, pink lips jiggle. "You're so swollen that I can't even see your clit anymore."

"Oh my god! What?! Fix it, Daddy!" She sounded genuinely alarmed, but given how much she liked having her clit played with, that didn't surprise me. I ran my fingers through her plumped up slit until I found her hard clit. It was there, pink and swollen like the rest of her. I placed a bigger cylinder on her regular pump and fed her needy clit inside. 

"Daddy found it, baby, no worries." She was so sensitive that the second I sucked her already engorged clit up into the pump, she came. I removed the hose, lubed up my cock, and crawled over her shaking body. Sitting back against the headboard, I pulled her on top of me so her back was against my chest and grabbed her by the knees. Pumping three fingers into her backhole, I asked, "You know how you like Daddy's fingers in your ass, babygirl?" 

She moaned in response. "Well, Daddy's gonna let you see what his cock feels like back there while we wait for your clit to get nice and fat." With that I pulled my fingers out and slowly fed her my cock. We both gasped when my head popped in, and she got louder and louder until I finally bottomed out. She was so tight I thought she was gonna break my dick off. 

"You're not... gonna come back there... are you, Daddy?"

"Are you pregnant yet?"

"I don't know... I don't think so..."

"Well, there you go then. Now tug on your pump, baby. See if you can come like this."

Bouncing her ass and feeling her come on my cock without blowing my load was fucking torture. After she strangled my cock for the second time, I pulled out and laid her back on the bed. Gently, I removed her pump. "There, sweetheart, your fat clit's all back to normal. Now wait here and Daddy'll be right back."

I cleaned my cock off in the bathroom and hurried back. I was supposed to be teaching her a lesson, what that lesson was exactly, I wasn't sure. But this was another of my fantasies and I couldn't wait to see what having her fat pussy lips wrapped around my dick felt like. 

Spitting in my hand, I stroked my cock before picking her up and setting her back down on it. She was so wet I went balls deep in one go. I used her puffed up pussy like I used my fleshlight. With evey thrust her swollen lips hugged my shaft.

Needing more leverage, I wrapped my arms around her and bent my knees. Ramming her pussy hard and fast, I chased my orgasm. My balls drew up just as she clamped down and milked my load from me. Thrusting deep a few more times, I moved her to the side so she was half laying on the bed and half laying on me. Pulling out, I pinched her puffy lips together and jiggled them over the head of my cock. 

Spreading her legs a little, I watched her fat pussy close up on itself - trapping my cum inside. She raised her hips and touched her fingers to her fat slit.

"Oh my god, my pussy's huge."

"Good come though, baby?"

"So good, Daddy."

"And are you gonna fuck the vacuum cleaner anymore?"

"Mmm... maybe. This was fun."

"I'll throw your pump away first thing tomorrow, Riley."

"What?! Daddy, noooo!"

"Yes, baby, yessss," I mocked her. "It's not a sex toy, Riley, and it's unsanitary as fuck. Think about all the dirt and dust and shit it sucks up, that doesn't need to be anywhere near your pussy. So promise me, no more 'fun time' with the vacuum."

"I promise, Daddy."

"And you're gonna call the doctor first thing in the morning, right?"

"Yeah."

"And what're you gonna tell them?"

"That I have a slutty, little pussy that's always hungry for Daddy's cock?"

I coughed, "Uhh... we'll work on that."