Growing up

Growing up I learned my place. My daddy was loving but I was a fuckdoll...and I loved it. It was never about exploitation. It was about making each other feel good. My body made him feel good and he made me feel amazing.

My first time being fucked was my idea. We had slept in the same bed for years and our routine involved me waking up first and waking him up with my mouth. This morning was no different.
We were sleeping naked and I slid down beneath the covers. I adored his thick cock. I loved making it hard. I loved making his precum flow. I loved the way he moaned and encouraged me. I LOVED making him Shoot-the way he shook and growled and his musky flavor. This morning he was hard before he was awake.

"Good morning babygirl" he was smiling down at me. "Come give me a kiss."

I slid up his body, he was sooo warm. I kissed his lips and felt his hardness between my butt cheeks.

I had seen fucking. We watched porn together and understood how it worked. This morning I was wet. I could feel it and was very aware as it was a new development in my life.

"mmmm, go back down baby" he grinned, brushing hair out of my face.

I shook my head and squatted above him. I angled so the head was at my opening. He looked curious but said nothing. Slowly I lowered myself down. Still he said nothing. It pressed against my hymen, already painful as it stretched my hole.

"Carefuly, babygirl"

I nodded but almost instantly my foot slipped and a was suspended on his cock. I screamed loudly and he grabbed my hips bit it was too late. It broke through and my scream continued. My blood poured down. He looked frightened. But I was tough and I wanted to prove my love. I wanted to disagree with him and prove I was a big enough girl. I rested for seemed like hours. My head on his chest his cock buried a terrifically deep two inches. Eventually my body relaxed. No more could fit in but I started moving. Each rocking motion hurt. It felt like I was on fire but my daddy had a look I had never seen. He loved it. It wasn't long before he came. We panted together as he tried to pull out But it hurt too bad. He came twice more before going limp. Once limp I could pull off him.

That was the beginning. It only got better, within two months I was addicted.