What it Means to Be Her Daddy

The kiss that Sam and I share is long and intense. We skip the gentle teasings and the peckings and all the other steps that lovers work themselves up with, proceeding straight into the fiery throes of desire. Upon her full, round lips and her tongue, I still taste the remains of the Dragon's Burst I served her hours before. We kiss harder, deeper, tongues twisting and turning as we explore these incredible new sensations.

Breaking apart only for a brief moment, Sam and I stare deeply into one another's eyes in total silence. There are a million things I want to say to her, but there's acceptance in this silence that we both appreciate. Then, like magnets, we are pulled back to one another's bodies as if we can't help but kiss and press them together till the end of time.

My hands begin exploring the beautiful naked blonde sitting astride me, at long last taking in the sensation of a woman's bare skin. She feels every bit as soft as I dreamed a girl would be, perhaps even more. As I run my hands across her gratuitous curves, I swear I feel myself becoming intoxicated just from the feeling of touching her in her supple nakedness.

Sam is perfect- her body is that of a Goddess, and I deserve this.

With a playful, teasing giggle, the warrior runs her own hands under my plain white shirt, lifting it off over my head and stripping me of it. Sam raises an eyebrow at the sight of my naked chest and judging from the hungry look in her eyes, I can only imagine that the runaway Princess likes what she sees.

"Damn. Maybe you coulda been an adventurer after all? I shouldn't have written you off so soon, Daddy." She smiles ear to ear, tracing her hands along with my pecs and down to my firm abs.

"I keep in shape, sure, but I don't have the constitution or the willpower to do what you do. You're much stronger than me, Sam." As I tell her this, the young girl leans into the side of my neck and begins peppering it with loads of soft, sloppy little kisses. With a groan, I bend my head backward and savor her proactive lust as it bares its fangs at me.

When she pulls away, a line of dribble trickles down from her lips. Sam wipes it out with a smile and looks down. "You look plenty strong enough where it matters, though... If you catch my drift," Her soft hand gropes the massive, tented bulge in my shorts. Once more, I moan from the pleasure, finally feeling a woman's hand upon my cock. This new sensation fills me with delight, and desire pulses throughout my throbbing rod. "I'm not the only one with a huge sword, huh, Daddy?"

For whatever reason, I decide to be honest with my new lover. I look away out of confusion and admit the truth. "Yes, about that. My eyes weren't the only thing that was acting up today. It's... not usually like this.

She stares back at me, puzzled and with a tilted head. "You're not saying I did this to you, are you?" She squeezes my erection playfully before catching herself, laughing it off, and correcting her mistake. "I mean, duh, I did this to you, but I mean like... you know?"

I nod at her, acknowledging the strange situation. "After I saw you without my glasses on, I grew about... double my size, and when you forced me to relieve myself, I found that my output... well, that part more than doubled, let's just say..."

Sam blinks at me. "Uh. Do you like... need to see a Doctor? That shit doesn't sound normal, Boss."

"Nothing today has been normal, and I have you to thank for that," I decide to distract her by pulling her into yet another kiss. It works, and she returns the favor.

Once that kiss runs its course, she looks back down at me and giggles. "So is that why I could smell your jizz when I got back here?" Excitement stirs in her eyes. Suddenly, I'm drawn toward noticing the disparity between this casual, friendly girl and the commanding presence who inspired me to greatness not even minutes ago. Questions swirl about in my mind, and I can't help but wonder whether Sam is really the commanding Princess or the lovable adventurer. I have plenty to learn about her, and I'm very excited to have the opportunity.

"Smelled a lot of jizz, have you?" I tease, causing her to snort.

"Don't be jealous. I only know what it smells like cause, uh..." For a moment, Sam looks off into the distance with a defeated expression. "I didn't have very many good role models growing up, and I was exposed to a looooot of shit..."

"So everything they say about the King is true..." I mumble under my breath, but Sam hears it and freaks out.

She sits up, panicked and sweating. Her perky tits begin bouncing up and down as she gestures with her hands rather frantically. "W-Woah there, Boss, you've got one hell of an imagination! Whoever said anything about the King?!" While I admire her for trying to keep this ruse going, she is just an absolutely horrendous liar.

I don't intend to make her admit the truth. Honestly, I find it kind of cute how she is trying her hardest to convince me. Still, I can't help wanting to mess with her a little bit. "It's just that when you were inspiring me to be the best I can be, you took on an almost royal, commanding persona for a minute there. One could easily mistake you for the real thing when you behave like that, you know."

"Pft," She rolls her eyes, nudges my shoulder, and wipes some sweat from her brow. "That was just me being kinky, y'know? A little bit of roleplay to get you pumped up and actually do something for yourself for once..."

"Right," I focus myself back on our intimacy, cupping her cheek in my hands. She's so warm that I feel I could melt solely from the comforting bliss of her youthful skin. Running my thumb along her chin to trail up across her juicy, pink lips, I push the head into her mouth as soon as Sam makes an inviting 'O' shape. She clamps down on my digit and swirls her tongue against it, sucking and refusing to let go.

My eyes roll back into my skull, and I pant like a mad dog. My body begins to shiver as Sam worships my poor thumb with such sexual fervor. Suddenly, her hands shoot to my forearm, and she holds on to them. Sam keeps me in place, sucking harder and harder until the stimulus is too much to bear. "Sam, I... holy hell... would you please- ACK!"

Sam bites me, and I cry out in pain. When I look at her eyes, they're defiant as can be. She makes it clear with that expression alone that the time for asking is over. If I want something, then I either take it or command her to do it. With that in mind, I do exactly as she wants me to.

"Suck me off, Sam," I pull out my thumb from her lips and suck on it for myself, tasting the savory sweetness of the girl's saliva.

"There ya go," She smirks right away. "Anything you want, Daddy..." The way she says it, dripped in sultriness and coated with allure, sends a shiver up my spine. Sam knows neither of us wants to wait long for this, so she uses her brute strength to tear off my boxers. At the moment, I don't even care about the lost clothing.

My meaty cock springs forward with reckless abandon, slapping the Princess in the cheek. "Damn, someone's raring to go..." She laughs to herself, breathing in the musk of my manhood and sighing with content. "You weren't kidding about the size, huh...?"

"Having second thoughts?" I look down at the girl, who loses a small portion of her confidence. I'd be intimidated too if I were her, considering it's longer than her head and as girthy as her wrist.

"No way," She rolls her eyes, even as a bead of sweat drops down the side of her face.

Since Sam made sure to hammer home how I should care primarily about my own desires and nothing else, I grab her by her tousled, blonde locks of hair and use the grip to pull her lips to my aching and excited staff. "Prove it then. Suck me off."

Sam looks up at me, her green eyes flickering with more determination again. "You're getting good at this, aren't you? I think I created a monster." She flashes me a sharp, toothy grin before opening her mouth. Sam pauses, doing nothing but hovering her mouth over my engorged, red cockhead. It doesn't take long to realize what she means by this.

Now isn't the time for words. It's the time for whatever I want to do. More than anything, my current desire is to have my cock sucked to the point where I cum down this tomboyish Princess's tight little throat. Holding her steady by her hair, I carefully slide her steaming mouth down on my manhood. I reel from the pure ecstasy as in no time at all, the girl begins to suck down on me, and I know for the first time what it feels like to have my throbbing penis inside of a woman's wet hole.

Sam closes her eyes and moans as her lips are stretched by my width. Her right hand grips the base of my penis as she slowly starts bobbing up and down in tune with stroking the shaft. The girl is hardly struggling, even managing to start incorporating little licks and swirls of her tongue into her pleasurable motions. Not long after that, her free hand finds its way to my sack to squeeze and fondle my sizable balls.

The sucking, the stroking, the fondling, the licking... it's all so damn much pleasure riveting through my body- more than I've ever felt in my entire life. I want this to last as long as possible simply because I can't get enough of watching this blonde beauty making a slutty mess of herself solely to pleasure me. The sight of a girl between my legs moaning against my cock as she continually forces my length deeper into her wet mouth is intoxicating, and If I could, I would sit here for hours.

Sensing my desire to stretch this out, Sam starts letting up a bit. She stops forcing my cock down as far as it will go down her virgin throat and eases the pleasurable strokes she's been gifting me with. Instead of steady and strong, her soft hands become slow and sensual. Her powerful, persistent sucking is replaced with tender, drawn-out licks up and down my shaft that is broken up only by the sound of her delicious, sultry moans.

"Mmmnnn... I dunno if it's just you, but Gods, you taste so good..." She says, breaking from my cock and gasping for air. "How do you like it? Am I a good girl, Daddy...?" She looks up at me, half teasing and half legitimately wanting me to call her a good girl.

"Yes, you're a very good girl, um... Sam?" I accidentally ruin the moment. It occurs to me I don't have any unique pet name for her, which is usually how these things go.

"What's wrong, Daddy?" The Princess tilts her head but continues to passively pleasure my cock and balls with her surprisingly skilled hands. She smiles, doing her best to keep me comfortable and in constant satisfaction but never enough to distract me from answering her.

"Mn... Sorry, I was just thinking that while you keep calling me 'Daddy', I don't have a special little name to call you by in return. You know, usually, in this sort of dynamic, the man refers to his woman as kitten, baby-girl, baby, and so on. Do you happen to have any sort of preference as far as this goes, or-"

"Princess," Sam doesn't wait for me to finish my sentence.

"...Really. That's what you're going with?"

"I-It's just roleplay, ok?" Sam frowns, starting to stroke my cock hard as if to punish me. As I groan, she tells me, "It's just that... if I WERE a Princess, then it'd be like... super hot to be reminded of that fact while I'm being used by a commoner..."

"Of course, Princess," I sigh, not knowing what to do with this poor girl. She knows what she likes, at least...

Sam's eyes light up, beaming with burning excitement. Knowing how bad she wants to be defiled by someone 'below' her, I decide to try and give her more of what she wants. If it's too much for Sam, I'll back off, but for now, I push the back of her skull and impale it down on my cock.

She immediately gags as my erect manhood pushes down her tight throat, making me worried for her. That worry doesn't last long, as when I release her head, she shoots me an angry glare that seems to say, 'the fuck do you think you're doing, keep going!' so I relent and give my Princess precisely what she wants.

I start to both push her down on me and thrust up with my hips. The feeling of being lodged in the throat of my new lover is amazing. Her tight walls convulse around me, creating an ever-present wet suction that feels entirely different from the first half of the blowjob. Tiny tears of joy flow down Sam's cheek, and she picks up her own pace, throating my cock to the best of her abilities.

As she surfaces for air, I ask her a rhetorical question. "You like it, Princess?"

"Mmmnn... I sure fucking do, Daddy..." After a deep breath, she sighs with contented pleasure. "Getting closer?"

"You wish," I lie, I'm getting pretty damn close from the sheer tenacity and passion present in her throating. She has to be some sort of natural at it, as this isn't something any girl can just do.

"Sounds like a challenge..." The cheeky Princess raises an eyebrow and smiles dangerously. She takes a long, deep breath and starts deep-throating me again, only this time, the girl begins milking my cock hard and fast with both of her hands. I was talking a big game, and Sam is able to put me in my place after barely another minute of pleasure.

I lose control of my cock right as she shoves it down her throat one last time, her hands wringing me for every last drop. What follows is a steaming load the somehow even outdoes the one I went through earlier in the day. It's powerful, and it tears through my body so bad that I need to grab Sam's head just for a little bit of stability as I loose myself within her.

For my Princess's part, she doesn't struggle and instead keeps me lodged as far back as I can for as long as she can, even despite how long the load starts to last. I feel an obscene amount of semen leave my balls, and in the end, it proves to be too much for the young amateur. She has to remove my pulsating cock from her throat, coughing and letting little drops of my seed escape with each one.

This doesn't deter her, as she just stares at me with lusty eyes and says, "Don't stop, c'mon... shoot it all out for me...!" Her expression pleads with me for more, and her hands ramp up the jerking. This desperate effort of hers forces the last few drops of my load to spurt out furiously from the tip of my dick. The stream splashes right against her face, painting it a thick white with the proof of my lust.

Finally, the last throes of my orgasm fade out into nothing. For perhaps the first time in my life, I feel well and truly satisfied. Of course, seeing a young, beautiful girl covered in copious amounts of his own cum will tend to do that to a man.