Page 18 of Daddy's Pretty Baby

“Ohhhh,” I moaned, forehead dropping against the big man’s shoulder, wrung out and exhausted, like I’d just run a marathon. But yeah, it felt good. My body was alive for the first time in my life, all senses alert, every nerve sizzling, my pussy and ass so fucked.

“Oh is right,” growled the big man, softly stroking my back with a big hand. “Fuck that was amazing.”

And I lifted my head to look at him, eyes molten pools of caramel.

“Daddy, did I do good?” I asked softly. “Did I do good?”

He merely chuckled, chucking me under the chin.

“Little girl, didn’t you feel the huge load I gave you?” he asked. “Deep into your insides? Didn’t you feel the hot juices? That’s how much Daddy liked it.”

And I flushed. That was true, he’d deposited an incredible amount of semen into me, but I’d never done this before. How much was a lot? I wanted to see for myself. So with a coy smile, slowly I maneuvered myself upwards, still kneeling above Mr. Lancaster as his cock slipped out of my pussy. Both of us watched, mesmerized, as that huge purple member reappeared from between my slick folds, covered in white, like it’d been dipped in super glue, still huge and hard.

And finally, it was all out, the last part with a soft sucking sound as my vaginal opening let him go.

“Oh god, Daddy,” I murmured, “oh god.”

Because my pussy looked so swollen, so fucked, and I loved it, absolutely loved it. The pink flesh was used, glistening, smeared with fluids, and I realized suddenly that this is how pussy is supposed to look. This is how I wanted it to look every night, freshly fucked by a man, and I wanted Robert specifically, I wanted his dick to do the honors, whenever and wherever he wanted. Oh shit, what was happening? I was slipping into little play so easily, the old Melissa forgotten, the new Melly squarely in her place.

And letting the new me take over, I smiled wickedly. Because it was fun to have fun, and shit, it was only for three months anyways. So I let myself go and wriggled my hips. Because I hadn’t done a cream pie yet, and reading my mind, Robert chuckled.

“Push a little baby girl,” he rumbled gently in my ear. “Push down with your stomach, tilt your pelvis up.”

And slowly, I did, concentrating, furrowing my brow. Like magic, it came then, appearing first as a small bubble, a small white drip before transforming. Because with a sudden rush, a great gust of white rushed out of my hole, hot, wet, virile, and there was just so fucking much of it. It was like a gallon of milk spilled on Rob’s thighs, the thick creaminess so goopy and sticky, warm and frothy.

“Ohhh!” I cried out again, shocked at the volume, the evidence of his desire mixed with mine. “Oh!”

But Rob wasn’t at all surprised. Instead the big man merely dipped his finger into the good stuff before lifting it to my pussy, caressing my labia, massaging me, even pushing some hot white back into my vaginal passage.

“That’s how babies are made,” the big man rumbled, eyes intense, meeting mine. “That’s how babies get made, little girl.”

And I flushed then. Because oh god, we hadn’t used any protection and I was a fertile teen with a huge load of spunk inside. Even though a gallon had just dripped out, I knew there was plenty left, Mr. Lancaster was that virile. And I should have been terrified because I’d only known Robert for a day, he was a stranger who’d come in me hard and deep, blasting me with his baby batter. But the new Melly was out in full force because instead of terror, a strange feeling of warmth and contentment crept over me, making me lay my head trustingly against his strong shoulder, leaning closer to that bronzed chest. I wanted him, I wanted to be with the alpha, to feel Mr. Lancaster’s hot virile spunk in me … and for the next three months I’d enjoy it as much as possible.

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