Lucy lay naked on her front, breathing hard, hands still clenching the bed sheets. And lying over her body, equally as naked, he was breathing harder, taking in long gulps of air. His cock was still hard and deep in Lucy’s tight little arsehole, where he had only moments before exploded and flooded her with his hot spunk.
Her own orgasm was still coursing through her, flowing out from her pussy to every inch of her body, the same intenseness she always felt when he took her, wherever and however he took her.
“You’re a good girl Lucy” he panted into her ear, “a good little whore for daddy.” His whispered words almost made her cum again, she loved to please him, and she knew she always pleased him with her body. And even more so, she loved it when he spoke to her in the way he did; dirty, commanding, and of course like his daughter.
She could feel his cock shrink inside her rear hole, her sphincter tight around him, until he finally rolled aside, his cock pulling free with a pop, and a small drop of his cum leaving her arse with him. He collapsed beside her, his breathing slowing down, and she turned into him, laying an arm and leg over him as she cuddled up into his warm skin.
“Thank you daddy” she purred as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling him close, smiling as she called him by the name she loved to call him.
They drifted into a light sleep, exhausted from an evening of sex; this was the third orgasm for him, and she had lost count of her own. When she woke later, he was looking at her, smiling.
“You are wonderful Lucy, such a great little daughter for daddy. But I think it’s time daddy shared you a bit. What do you think?” His words were something they had discussed already, and she had been expecting him to bring the subject back up sooner or later.
“Oh daddy, you know I’ll do anything you tell me to do, anything to make you happy. “ She meant her words too, this was a relationship based on her sexual needs, and she had known for some time that she needed to explore things, to experiment everything she could. That was how she had met him, this man she called daddy. He wasn’t her real daddy, but he fulfilled the sexual need she had, an older man to push her limits, to teach her and to help her explore more.
“Good girl, I’ll have to start thinking what to do with you then” he told her with a smile that suggested he already had some ideas in mind.
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