“I’ve decided to take you up on your offer,” reads the text from you.

“And what offer would that be, baby doll? You know I love doing things for you.”

“The one about the toys.”

My cock twitches in my pants. “Ohh, that offer. Well, I’d be thrilled to make good on it. Did you have an item or items in mind, or is this just notification of an impending request.”

“Not a specific item, just a general idea. Playing with some Ben Wa balls sounds like lots of fun. I’ll let you choose, but please remember that I have a very tight and tiny fuck hole.”

“Trust me, I could never forget that.” A triplet of heart emoji is your only reply.

***

You told me once I’m an excellent gift giver, so I certainly cannot slack off now that I need to discover something worthy of laying at your altar. I spend hours researching materials, sizes, and styles of Ben Wa balls, my cock half hard and dribbling the entire time, because I know what will happen after I pick some.

I want something that reflects you, something that lets you know I know who you are. A pair of black balls with “Daddy’s” written on one and “Girl” written on the other in pink script are tempting, but I know pink isn’t your thing, and you’re so much more complex than just Daddy’s Girl. After a few hours of browsing, I discover the perfect set. They even come in a beautiful, glossy, black lacquer box. I’m so excited to get them and give them to you that I pay for overnight shipping.

Our schedules don’t cooperate for a few days, so I could have saved money on the shipping, but I like to be prepared. Better to have and not need than need and not have. I’m completely crazed by the time I get the message from you Friday evening that you’re free and waiting for me. “I even have pizza from our favorite place.”

“Everything about you is delicious. You should be wearing nothing but a long, thin shirt when I arrive,” I tell you.

“Yes, daddy,” is your reply, like I knew it would be, because you’re such a good girl.

Black box in hand, I drive like a maniac to your house. “Hi, daddy!” barely escapes your mouth after you open the door before I’m pushing you back inside. Pressing you against the wall opposite the door, I turn your face to the side and drag my tongue slowly up your neck and jawline to your chin.

I don’t need any words to claim you. My hand leaps between your legs to cup your smooth, warm pussy, and you melt into my grip while I cover your neck with sucking kisses. I tease you open, rubbing slow circles into your tender flesh until I feel you begin to coat my fingers. I love how juicy your pussy gets when you know I’m about to use you.

I sink a finger into you while I drag your shirt up and off you with my other hand. You press your chest forward as I kiss my way down from your neck, because good girls at all times give everything to their daddies. I suck firmly at your tits, filling my mouth with your flesh while my finger burrows deeper into you.

I grab your ass tightly as I own your pussy with my hand. You ride my finger slowly, and I pull back to enjoy the show, watching your eyelids flutter as I stroke inside you. You’re impossibly tight, gripping me as I take you at a leisurely pace.

“Please,” you mumble. “Please, daddy, can I come? Please, will you make me come?”

I remove my finger and begin to draw circles around your clit slowly. “Not yet,” I tell you. “I have plans for this pussy. I’m going to stretch you open with my fat dick before I put those balls in you. You can come while I fuck you. Understood?”

“Yes, daddy,” you provide with a blissful smile that crumbles when I begin rubbing you faster. I stroke your clit while I relocate you slowly to the living room. Once we’re there my well-coated fingers tell me how badly you need fucked.

I kiss you softly before spinning you around and bending you over the arm of the couch. Before I claim you, I put the black box on the couch cushion where you can see it. I’m rock hard and dripping with need when I bury my shaft in your tiny fuck hole with one shove, and you howl with delight to have me take you how I want.

I pump slowly inside your inferno. The occasional quick thrust makes your ass jiggle, and my eyes feast on your rippling flesh. I hear you gasp, your breathing accelerating along with my thrusting. I dig my fingers into your hips and hammer at your juicy cunt. You scream and shake when an orgasm rips through you, but I don’t slow in the slightest. You coming is my favorite drug, and I want more. I bury myself in you repeatedly as rough and hard as I can. You begin screaming loudly, and I’m worried I’m hurting you too much until your pussy grips me and doesn’t let go. You’re so tight I cannot hold back any longer, and I own you by flooding your pussy.

When the aftershocks subside, I stroke slowly inside you. “Open the box.”

“Yyyyess, da-daddy,” you warble, reaching out with hands that shake in proportion to how deep my dick is in you. You flip up the glossy lid and gasp to discover two bloodshot eyeballs with icy blue irises staring back at you. “Those are so creepy and awesome,” you groan as I hoist you up to press your back against my chest.

“One more way I own you. Those eyes will tell me if anyone else has been in my pussy.”

“I promise to be on my best behavior then.” You groan again as I bite your neck a few times.

“I hate to take my dick out of you, but it won’t be for long.” We both shudder as I pull out. “Hand me the box, and then sit on the arm of the couch. Spread your legs wide so daddy can enjoy the sight of your sweet pussy while I fill it again.” I feed each eye to your dripping pussy slowly, watching as your tiny fuck hole opens to accept them and then grip my finger as I press them deeper into you.

You wiggle your hips once you’ve swallowed the second one. “Mmmm, these make me feel so sexy. Thank you for keeping your little girl’s pussy full, daddy.”

I spin you around and throw you back down over the arm of the couch. My hand crashes into your ass without warning, and you scream once, and then again as the balls rattle inside you. I beat you for several minutes, no rhythm or pattern, just a few dozen palms to your ass hard enough to make your new toys do their job inside your sweet pussy.

When you begin panting, I rub the top of my dick against your clit, and your weeping pussy coats it quickly. While you’re making my dick nice and slick, I slowly work a finger full of lube into your ass. You gasp as your body slowly accepts me and I begin to open your tight little butt.

You’re moaning loudly by the time I think you’re warmed up enough for my dick. I love watching you take me into your ass. Normally I’m disappointed I cannot have your pussy at the same time, so I’m glad we’ve remedied that problem.

“Oh fuck. So full,” you groan when my balls bump against your pussy and I’m finally totally inside my favorite place. I hoist you up again to cover your neck with sucking kisses, the only thing that can calm the savage beast who wants to split you in half violently. The balls bang together as I do, and your ass twitches around my cock. I draw the tiniest bit of blood when I bite you in response to the overwhelming jolt of pleasure.

You rock your hips slowly, fucking your ass with short arcs. “Such a good girl,” I mumble, raining kisses on your shoulders while I pinch and tug your nipples.

“Is this how you want to use me, daddy?” you ask when you press your hips against mine, taking me deep inside you.

“Just like that, my sweet little girl. Let your ass show me what it wants to show me.”

“Yes, daddy. You’re so good to me. Please let me fuck my ass, daddy.” You bend over and begin fucking yourself with my full length, leaning forward and pulling off only to slide back down and embed me deep inside you again. “I love when you tell me to use myself like a good girl, daddy. I’m glad my ass inspires you, daddy. Please take everything you need from your little girl, daddy.”

One of the reasons I want to own you and claim you for myself is the effort you expend when you don’t need to. You know I’d be perfectly happy to fuck your limp body; I’ve done it more than once. I know you like to be used, but you go the extra length to make sure I know how happy being used makes you. You know I worry about taking more than I give, and yet you give me even more.

Of course, you also know that playing along the way you do energizes me, which is all to your advantage. I’m grinding my teeth when I grab your hips and slam myself into you. You gasp before sighing happily and melting into the couch.

I fuck you slowly after spending a moment enjoying the feel and sight of my cock fully embedded in your ass, feeling you twitch and jerk on my fat shaft with each lazy stroke. Your ass is tighter than usual because your sweet little pussy is stuffed. Soft moans fill the room as our voices intertwine while I use you.

“Play with your clit. I want you to come like this. I want you to remember for a long time how good it feels to be so completely full when you come.” One of your hands leaps between your legs. “Come as much as you want, whenever you want. I’m going to be fucking this ass for a while.” I fuck you slowly while you play with yourself. Every time you get close to coming, I pound you harder, loving you shaking on my fat shaft. After a few orgasms, you wilt totally, barely able to groan as I plunge into you. That’s my signal that you’re done for now, so I grip your hips tightly and fuck you hard until I dump a load deep in your ass.

Daddy at all times carries his little girl to bed when he uses her up, and this is no exception. You come for me one last time while I suck on your clit and remove the balls from your pussy. You’re snoring slightly once they’re washed, dried, and back in their box. Your delicious body splayed out on the bed inspires some dirty thoughts, but we both need sleep, so I decide to let you rest for now.

When I wake up to pee a few hours later, I cannot withstand your empty pussy any longer. I grind on your ass slowly while I work a spit-coated finger until your tight cunt. Once I’m hard and you’re slick enough for me, I take you, waking you up by tunneling my fat shaft into you. “Oh, Daddy, fuck me,” you squeal as I smash your tiny pussy to pieces. After some frantic, artless fucking, you come while I empty myself inside you.

In the morning, I tongue fuck you awake, and then I tip a few sips of coffee down your throat to bring you full conscious before I fuck your extra hot mouth. Once I’m hard enough to fuck you, I bury my dick in you and destroy your tiny fuck hole before I fill it with come again, followed by the balls. After pancakes and a short beating, I’m back in your ass with you draped over the kitchen counter. “Oh, fuck, daddy, I feel them rattling,” you moan when I slam into you until I come deep in your ass.

A brunch nap takes us both at that point, after I tease you while I remove the balls. I like leaving you unfulfilled sometimes. You’re at all times so much more responsive when you get fucked after needing it for a few hours. You fall asleep in my arms, my cock pressed against your ass, where it belongs.

I love that your dreaming mind can control your body. I wake up to you rubbing your ass against me, but you’re totally unresponsive when I ask you why you deserve to be fucked again. I guess that’s answer enough for me. Your body knows it needs dick in it, even if your mind doesn’t. A probing finger finds you’re probably dreaming about a beautiful MILF coworker taking your sweet pussy the way she wants, or maybe you’re dreaming about me fucking you. I do love making your dream come true, so I sink my fat dick into you slowly.

“Yes, daddy, use me. Let me be your good girl,” you groan, surfacing from unconsciousness as I stir my cock inside you. I bite your shoulder and fuck you with firm, even strokes while my hands wander your body. When I’m close to coming, I lift your hips into the air and hammer your tight little cunt until you scream for me. I love the way you grip my dick when I fill you with come again.

“Go take a shower,” I tell you. “We’re going out for dinner.”

“Yes, daddy.” You kiss my cheek. “Are you going to help?” You arch your chest toward me. I know at that moment how perfectly we compliment each other. I just fucked you, and you’re trying to convince me to do it again. You don’t have to convince me. The only reason we’re going out to dinner is so I don’t have any choice but to let my dick rest for a while.

“If I help you’ll never get clean, and I need food more than I need to fuck you. Fondling wet, naked you will fuck up that equation.”

“Yes, daddy.” My eyes gnaw on your ass as you head to the bathroom.

I’m barely dry from my shower when I stand you up, push you against the wall, kneel down and shove your pussy in my mouth. I stop before you come, and you point narrowed eyes at me, which collapse when I begin to work your new toys inside you. “I want you wearing the tallest heels you have,” I tell you. “Normally I’d tell you not to wear panties, but I don’t want your toys falling out, and I certainly won’t be fucking you until we get home. Now, be a good girl and get dressed.”

We keep a lid on the more taboo elements of our relationship in public, but every time you shift in the booth of our favorite Indian restaurant your pussy reminds you of the thorough fucking you’ve gotten already this weekend, not to mention the metaphorical extension of my dick that’s inside you right now, and the sure knowledge that you’ll be getting fucked as soon as we get home. So it’s understandable that you’re not thinking about where we are when you reply to my question about dessert with, “Yes, daddy.” Several eyes immediately flip our way, but the owners of those eyes are nothing to us.

We take a stroll through a nearby mall first, each clack of your heels sending a shiver through you. Your sudden sprint to the flavored popcorn vendor makes you double over with a mini orgasm halfway there. I assure a few concerned patrons it’s just a little cramp because we stuffed ourselves at dinner and you shouldn’t have been running. We snicker with our heads together eating caramel corn, wondering if the tall blonde woman in the red hat and knowing expression really figured out what was going on.

In the car you beg me to take the popcorn bag from you because you cannot stop eating it, so I roll it closed, toss it in the back seat, and whip out my dick. I grab your chin and take a caramel kiss before you eagerly slurp me into your mouth and suck slowly, knowing I just want you to get me hard so you can get fucked as soon as we’re home.

I don’t even bother to put my cock away when I pull into the driveway. We both leap for the house as soon as the car is parked, caramel corn forgotten. I hold you still against the wall with a palm to your ass as soon as we’re inside, fishing roughly inside you for the balls. As soon as the second one pops free to tinkle against the floor, I shove my cock inside you, immediately slamming away senselessly at you.

“Ohhhh, fuck me, daddy!” you wail.

The only thing I want more than to fill you with come is to hear you scream, but that’s just par for the course. I slow down just a little, just enough that I can maintain the pace and keep you coming. I reach around you to rub your clit firmly as I fuck my little girl, and you fall aside repeatedly as I have you how I want you.

I scoop you into my arms as you begin to slump to the floor, exhausted. I claim your mouth softly with mine while I carry you to bed. Our tongues stay intertwined as I take you slowly, driving you to a body clenching orgasm as I pour come into you.

In the afterglow, holding you against my chest, I know it’s time to confess. “Now that I’ve spent an entire day filling you with come, you may have noticed I didn’t wear a condom. Nothing comes between me and my little girl,” I offer.

“You can fuck me however you want, daddy. Plus, we’ve done the Plan B thing before.”

I sigh with an uncommon contentment. “I’m glad you feel that way. You know this is the only pussy I’ve ever been inside without a condom, right?”

“I’m glad I can be special for you, daddy.” You wiggle your ass against me, and I cannot help but bite your neck as I grab your cute little butt.

“I want you to know that I’m going to fill this hot little cunt with come again several times before this weekend is over.”

“I’m glad to hear that, daddy.”

“You trust me to take care of you, don’t you?”

“Of course, daddy. I know I’m your little girl, and you’ve always been a good daddy.”

I kiss the back of your head. “I’m going to claim you in a way I’ve never done before, now that I’ve kept you full of my come for quite a while thanks to those balls.” I lay my palm on your stomach. “I’m going to put a baby in you, and when this belly starts to grow you’ll know I own you completely, for the rest of our lives.” You stiffen in my arms, spinning quickly to face me.

I can see the fear on your face – no one is ready for parenthood, but also the peace and acceptance. You’ll never forget your daddy loves you, and you know your daddy will take care of the baby as well as he takes care of you. You lunge forward to kiss me, pulling my face to yours by my beard. “I love you, and I’m glad our lives are going to change together.”

“I love you too, baby doll, and I couldn’t be happier.”

“Even if you were fucking my ass?”

“Well … I guess we’ll have to find out.” I flip you face down and dig my teeth into your cheeks.