Chapter 9: Dark Morning

I woke up to my alarm going off. I was confused for a second feeling my hands wrapped around something soft and warm. The night before focused in my in mind as I groggily released my hold on Kira and rolled over to turn off the blaring warbles. It was still dark outside and warm in bed so I rolled back over to the stirring girl next to me.

She rolled on her back and smiled blearily at me, eyes barely open. Her hair was a mess, but her face in the soft ambient light reminded me that I had a great life. I leaned in and kissed her, softly at first and then put fire into. She broke it off gasping.

“No, no. I have sleeping breath.” I chuckled and pulled her into me, so my cock was sandwiched between her firm ass cheeks. I wrapped my arms around her small frame, one hand down between her legs, one cupping her firm breast. I growled into her neck and nipped at her ears.

She squealed and squirmed as my finger stroked her. “No daddy, I can not. You had enough from last night.”

I took her earlobe between my teeth, breathing heavily and continued my administrations. Her pussy was growing more slick by the second and my cock had sprang to full attention. She breathed a sigh of relief as I removed my hand from her pussy and relaxed into me.

“That is good daddy, I will take care of you more tomorrow.” I kissed her neck tenderly while using my hand to guide my cock between her legs. It took her a couple seconds to realize what was happening.

“Oh no, no, no! That is a bad daddy! I already say I can not! Unggh!!!” Her wriggling made it more difficult, but I forced my cock into her waiting pussy. This time I didn’t spend several minutes opening her up, I was able to get a couple inches in immediately. She moaned and wiggled in protest but I held her frame to me and started stroking into her silky slit.

Using my deep voice I whispered into her ear, punctuating my words with each thrust, “You. belong. to. daddy. now. I. decide. to. fuck. you. get. fucked.” I paused, her protests now mostly moans as her body was moving to assist my fucking instead of resist. My hand slid up from her gorgeous chest and slipped around her throat.

I tightened my grip and thrust into her, “Understand?” She cried out and her hands gripped my arm. I felt her nodding up and down and I released my grip, sliding two fingers up and into her mouth. She suckled at the fingers, hands on my wrist, slow and sensual. My cock twitched and I started a slow steady rhythm.

Her groans became moans around my fingers. I started to play with her nipples, rolling them in between my fingers. Her hips started to match pace with my thrusts. Still tight, her pussy was releasing excess lubrication and I worked my way into her until I felt myself reach her limit. I growled in frustration, slowly pressing myself at the end of each stroke.

She wriggled and shuddered with each deep press. I could feel her feet give a little kick at the apex of each thrust. I couldn’t tell if it was more pleasure or pain but I didn’t care. I was going to stretch this pussy out to accommodate my cock eventually. It wasn’t happening today, but progress was progress.

After several minutes of the steady progress, I felt my balls growing tight. “Babygirl, are you on birth control?” She shook her head still suckling obediently on my fingers. I moaned in disappointment. “You will be by the end of the week. A good girl takes her daddy’s cum anywhere he wants to give it to her.”

She nodded her head and gave a long moan as I pressed myself a little deeper into her pussy. I sped up, needing to push for my own relief. We were on a schedule and I wanted to pump her full of cum and send her home before her parents returned. After a couple minutes of the quiet sounds of my ragged breathing and her moans and sucking I felt the first warning urge.

I pulled out, whipping off the covers, “Get ready to swallow baby. Don’t you spill a drop!” I scrambled to my knees, jerking my cock wet with her juices as she turned over to face me. I shoved the tip into her waiting mouth and felt her tongue twirl over the sensitive head.

Her tongue caused my back to hunch and lock with the uncontrolled urge to cum. Grabbing the back of her head I pushed my cock into her throat. She gagged and struggled but that just massaged my cock and I let loose. Bubbles and spittle burst from her lips as she choked down the thick white liquid. My hips bucked of their own accord, forcing the cum down her unready throat as she struggled to swallow and breath.

Gasping, my groin gave a final spasm, pushing the final load into her mouth. I relaxed and pulled my cock out of her mouth. She turned her head, retching and coughing to clear her airway. She pulled in a few unsteady breaths, then turned back to glare at me. I smiled down and waived my cock before her lips.

“I told you not to spill a drop. It’s your job to clean it up.” She looked incredulous, so I grabbed the back of her head. “You can do it on your own like a good girl, or daddy can teach you.” She parted her lips nervously and tentatively took me in her mouth. She gently licked and sucked her way up and down my shaft. I gently rested my hand on her head as she cleaned up. She paused when my cock was clean of the cum and her spittle.

“Not yet baby, you can’t forget daddy’s balls.” She nodded, and got to work. She was a natural with my balls. She licked slowly, carefully making sure to get everything. She kissed her way from one side to another, trying to fit some of my sack into her mouth, sucking gently. She even lifted the bottom of it, licking underneath to make sure she got everything.

Once finished she looked up at me. She giggled and placed my softening cock on her forehead, looking at me with my cock between her eyes. “That’s a wonderful job babygirl. You made daddy very happy.” I sunk into the bed, satisfied and she curled up next to me, resting her head on my chest. She twirled one finger through my grey specked chest hair, and I absently stroked her back.

After about ten minutes I looked over and saw the hints of sunrise through the window. I cursed and sat up. “Shit, we need to get you home soon. I doubt your parents would like this. They probably don’t believe you’re ready for a real, adult relationship.” Grinning, I hopped up out of bend. I seized Kira by her slim waste and slung her over my shoulder.

She shrieked and giggled as I walked her into my master bathroom. I reached into the shower and hit the switch, activating the wall to wall jets of hot water. I had splurged on a large walk in with a glass wall and door and it could comfortably fit 4-5 people. I put Kira down on her feet in front of me. Without prompting, she got on her knees and took my cock in her mouth.

I shuddered, my cock head still sensitive and ran my fingers appreciatively through her hair. I let her blow me, her lips stretched taught until I saw the steam rising and coating the glass wall. I pulled my cock free with a POP! and pointed at the door. Rising to her feet, she opened the door and I followed her into the stream of wonderful water.

It took all my willpower to resist a second round in the shower. I satiated myself with soaping her up, and cleansing every inch of her body with my hands. My cock was at full attention the entire shower, making me feel like a teenager again. When I massaged my finger against her tight anus and she shot me a nervous glance but did not protest. Soon, it will be more than my finger, I mentally promised.

10 minutes longer than I should have waited I stepped out and grabbed a super sized towel, draping it around her small shoulders. I rubbed her dry and her sunny smile broke across her face again. She leaned into me, then turned on tiptoes reaching her arms up begging, “A kiss for me daddy?”

I laughed and lifter her up, pressing my stubbly face against hers. She melted into the kiss and sighed when I put her down. “Alright babygirl, we gotta get you home. Do you have time to sneak in?” Feet waving happily, she nodded her head.

LATER THAT MORNING

Miku hear the soft footsteps of her sister trying to sneak into the house again. She hadn’t heard her sister come back after visiting Mr. Tucker the night before and she hadn’t waited around after his dog had charged the fence where she had watched her sister ... couple with the older neighbor. She was still in awe if how roughly he had thrown Kira around, and surprised how submissively Kira had accepted everything.

Miku’s older sister had many boyfriends, and she had always gotten exactly what she wanted from them, without giving them anything she didn’t feel like giving. The boys threw themselves at her feet, but this man had just thrown her sister around and taken what he wanted. This wasn’t the first time her sister had teased an older man, usually to get something she wanted, but it seemed he had reversed those roles somehow.

Her view had not been perfect, but the screams, moans and slapping sounds of flesh against flesh had been perfectly clear. Her sister had screamed like a animal in heat and been fucked like one to. Her fingers had dipped, almost on their own, into her shorts and had been rubbing her clit furiously to the erotic scene. In her mind, it was her on the deck with a man claiming her as his own. One think Miku didn’t understand is why Kira had started calling Mr. Tucker “daddy”, but after getting over the weirdness it had started to turn her on.

She peered out the crack in her door and watched her sister quietly sneak up the stairs, barely clad in that a bright red scandalous bikini. She could smell the faintest whiff of soap and saw a bruise in the shape of a hand print on her sisters butt cheek as her sister quietly entered her room before the door clicked softly shut behind her. She had spent time investigating the websites from the list last night after her sister left and was left with more questions than when she started.

Most of the websites had various women posing in various locations with increasingly small or see through clothes. Sprinkled in she found one with girls making sexual videos with one or men old enough to be her father. The videos had ranged from sappy romance to one particular video that left her shaking, unable to get it out of her mind. She could have sworn the girl was not there of her free will as she had been screaming when there hadn’t been a penis roughly shoved down her throat. They had put a penis everywhere it could go, sometimes two at once! She shivered at the way they had thrown her around and thrust into her with evil leers on their faces. The pictures from before had gotten her curious, and could be easily faked, but the video was so much more intense.

She had watched that video through 3 times. It was like watching an accident happening, knowing you shouldn’t but unable to turn away. In her mind, the girl was obviously suffering, but in a deeper part of her she wondered what it would be like to have the men do those things to her. She had always assumed that most men had no interest in girls that looked like her, with small slim bodies, almost no hips or breasts to speak of. No boys she knew looked at her that way, especially once they saw her sister.

Many of the videos had girls that were similar to her sister. Beautiful in an unfair sense. They had slim bodies, perfect faces and large breasts that made them look amazing in anything they wore. She had always been jealous that heads would visibly turn to follow her sister walking down the street, especially if she wore something low cut. She had been to the beach with her sister before and the amount of men that approached her had been amazing. Her sister took all that attention like it was completely normal and Miku had felt invisible.

The girl in the video was like her. She was a small white girl with blond hair, but her body had almost no curves. Her breasts were small, with little pink nipples. Her face was very pretty, and she would have guessed her sister’s age, though her clothes may have made her look younger than she really was. Her hips were barely visible and there was almost no deviation from her waist. She was skinny, and when the video started was dressed in an American school uniform. Her hair was in pigtails and she wore a white blouse with a little plaid skirt. White stockings came up over her knees and she skipped down the stairs, black buckled shoes clicking on the wooden steps.

She has skipped over to a group of men watching a sports game, drinking beer and cheering loudly. “Hi daddy! Can I watch the game with you?”

“Sure you can sweety, come be our cheerleader,” one of the men replied. For a few minutes she joined the men, sitting up against her father watching the television with them. After something exciting happened he had her get up and convinced her to show his friends one of her school cheers. She blushed and protested but he pushed her forward and she finally complied.

She jumped around with a silly chant and it became quickly obvious she had no panties on. Her legs kicked high up in the air and the men leered at her innocent dance. She finished with a jump and a pose one leg held directly over her head with her hand holding her shoe. Her bare pussy was on display to the men and she blushed as they stared openly. They all clapped and she rushed back over to her father, obviously embarrassed either by the attention or her display.

“This calls for another round of beers! Baby, why don’t you go get beer for all the guys?” He pushed her towards the kitchen, giving her skirt a flip up as she walked out, baring her ass to everyone. She squealed and giggled, hustling towards the kitchen, smoothing her skirt down. The men all exchanged leers with one another, some signs of appreciation already apparent in a couple pairs of shorts.

Seconds later she reappeared with wet beer cans held in her skinny arms. She went around the room, proffering the beer to each man. Each man grabbed the can closest to her chest, exaggerating the motion and getting a good feel in the process. She looked at her father in confusion the first two times but he just smiled encouragingly. Several of the bolder men grabbed her ass, sliding their hands under her skirt to pull her closer before obviously groping her to get their can. She shivered and made a nervous sound each time the fingers disappeared under the pleated skirt.

Finally she had one beer left for her father. Her white shirt was transparent from the wet beer cans, nipples hardened by the cold metal. He thanked her, turning his attention back to the game. “You can sit in my lap while I watch the game baby. There’s a good girl,” he absently intoned, pulling her little body into his lap. She squirmed but didn’t protest. The man’s left hand was held possessively on her stomach while he held the beer with his right.