Everyone in this story is 18+ years old
No day can start properly without a girl and her step-daddy sharing a little bonding moment. Dawn light barely touches the curtains when I sneak into your bedroom, as I do every morning right before wake-up. You’re sleeping on your side, one knee pulled up, your little teen shithole already relaxed, open, and sloppy – just the way I like it. I slide in bed behind you and spoon you, as you squirm a bit and settle right onto my lap. I reach around and slip my hand between your sleepy thighs, and you gently stir as I begin to slowly rub your soaked, tight, hot virgin snatch.
I keep going and you start moaning softly and grinding against my fingers, while your bare buttocks push back against my hardening daddy meat. “Shhhh, princess, daddy’s got you”, I whisper in your ear, as I build you up steadily. Just as you start creaming all over my hand, still half asleep, I guide my daddy cock straight into your poop chute, under the covers. It slips in easily though it’s not fully hard yet, but I build it up in there, nice and slowly, till it’s fully expanded in your crapper. That’s what I call wall-to-wall coverage. Only the best for my best baby girl.
I keep the rhythm steady and I start pumping fast and deep into your sweet crapper, stuffing it in your teen buttocks. “Wake-up time, sweet girl. Here’s your morning drill”, I whisper again into your hair. You push back eagerly, taking every inch until I bottom out. You know full well daddy’s gotta start the day fully relaxed, and you also know it’ll help you focus later in school. Win-win, really. It works out so well for everybody.
My hand on your pussy works you up and down my shaft like a cocksleeve, until my balls tighten and I dump a thick, hot load deep in your shitter, with a big bear grunt. You’re now fully impaled on daddy’s rod, and I squeeze it all out to make sure you’re getting every drop right where you need it most. You cream again as I empty out deep in your bum and hold it there till you’re through.
When I pull out, I quickly fit a slick plug straight into your freshly creamed arsehole, and give you a couple of firm spanks to lock it in place. It’s a long day, and a girlie needs a solid reminder of her daddy’s swollen meat up her teen butthole. Every time you sit down in class, princess, you’ll feel like sliding down daddy’s cock. “Oooh daddy, it feels so right in there, I feel so complete!”, you say giddily as you get out of bed, ready to face the day now that you got your fill.
Early pm, my baby girl comes back home from school. I call out to you from my study, though you know all too well how our little routine goes. “Come here sweetie, say hello to daddy. Have you been a good girl today, or have you been lusting about silly boys? Let’s have a little check”. You comply with a little smile and you raise your uniform skirt to show me the plug still firmly in its place under your thong. You sit your butt on my lap, lie back onto my chest and spread your legs to give me access. “Ready for the checking, daddy, see if I’ve been good”, you coo as you nestle on my cock.
I slide a hand under your school shirt and cup a titty and start working your nipple, while my other hand works its way into your thong, over your swollen clitty, and just teases your hot, tight, teen, virgin snatch. I feel the warmth of you settling onto my lap, your little cunt getting ready to burst as I keep pushing your button, giving you no chance, and you begin to moan.
“Uh-oh, honey” I murmur against your ear, feeling you grind that perfect crack along the engorged length of my cock. “Looks like we’ve been lustful and we soaked our panties again”. The slick evidence collects on my fingers when I pull them away, glistening in the lamplight. “Tsk, tsk, baby girl” I say, clicking my tongue. “You know what that means, princess – we’ve got a spot of disciplining to do. Can’t be helped sweetie, daddy’s got to apply a little correction to cure your distractions and keep you focused.”
“Yes daddy, I think I need it too, and I know you know right where it’ll be most effective”, you say as you get off my lap, only to get back onto it, facing me, straddling me this time. “Bend forward, angel. Show daddy where you need that correction.” You comply and your school uniform skirt rides up, exposing the full globes of your ass, as I admire the view of your sweet plugged bubble butt. Your little crapper clenches around the neck of the plug, the base nestled against your cheeks. “Good girl,” I breathe, patting your full moon. “Now. Ten GOOD spanks. You’ll count each one, and you’ll take them like a trooper”.
My hand draws back and falls squarely right on your plugged crack. “One,” your voice quivers, barely audible. Crack. “Two.” Louder now, your ass jiggling under the impact. Crack. “Three.” Your thighs tremble. Crack. “Four.” You’re gripping my shoulders now, your little hot snatch dripping onto my lap. Crack. “Five.” A sob mixed with pleasure. Crack. “Six.” Your voice breaking. Crack. “Seven.” Your hips grinding against me. Crack. “Eight.” Your breath coming in ragged gasps. Crack. “Nine.” I feel your muscles coiling, your whole body tensing. “Here it comes, angel, let it rip”, I say, as I pull my hand back one last time, aiming directly at the base of the plug buried in your ass.
CRACK. “TEN—” you scream, and your sweet little cunt spasms, flooding my lap with your cream, and I feel the plug shift, then pop free, landing on the floor with a wet thud. Your asshole clenches and unclenches, empty and glistening. “Oh daddy, I came so hard I thought I was going to shit myself!”. I beam at you, at how well you took the disciplining like a champ, so eager to please your daddy, so diligent in your own education. But you know as well as I do that you need just a little bit more, to make sure the lesson sticks. Just a little extra encouragement…
Dutifully, you stand and bend over my desk, legs spread, open arsehole quivering, as if begging for a spot of attention. Your palms press flat against the polished wood, your pooper presented high and ready. I stand behind you, my throbbing daddy meat finally springing free from my trousers. I line up with your well-lubed, relaxed hole, tease the tip in, then I push in one smooth stroke, burying myself to the hilt deep in your shithole. “For your own good, baby girl, you know it”.
I grunt, my hips beginning to work. You cry out, a muffled “ohhh, daddy” as I bottom out, your sphincter gripping me like a fist. “Daddy has to stuff this shitter good and hard, and fill you up nicely.” My rhythm builds, my balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. Your moans fill the room — “Teach me daddy, give it to me where it counts!” — as I do just what you ask.
The pressure builds in my balls, a hot coil tightening at the base of my spine. “I’m going to fill you, sweetie,” I groan, my pace becoming frantic. “Going to pump you full of daddy’s load.” With a final, shuddering thrust that nearly lifts you off the desk, I empty myself all the way into your shithole. And just then, as if on cue, you cream yourself harder than a baker making a wedding cake, your arse muscles milking every last drop from me. God, you love it.
I withdraw slowly, watching my daddy spunk trickle out of your gaping, well-bred poop hole. I pick up a string of ten anal beads from the same drawer, each one smooth and larger than the last. “For being such a good girl,” I say, pressing the first bead against your slick entrance. One by one, I feed them into you, feeling them pop past your sphincter and settle deep inside, mixing with my cum. I finish with a satisfying pop of the last bead, leaving the looped end dangling between your cheeks.
I pull your thong back into place, the fabric pressing the beads deeper. Your skirt falls, hiding all evidence of your discipline. I deliver one last firm spank to your covered ass, making you squeal. “Now, off to homework. And sweetie?” I lean close, my lips brushing your ear. “I’ll see you later tonight”. You wobble as you stand, beads shifting inside you, and I watch you leave with a knowing smile – a dutiful daddy whose sweet girl got exactly what she needed.
Dinner is a quiet affair, I watch you pick at your plate, knowing your mind is elsewhere. Your thighs shift beneath the table, and I catch the faintest clink of glass against glass as the beads shift inside you with every restless movement. You’re thinking about what comes next. Good girl. I let you clear the dishes, let you feel the weight of anticipation as you work.
When I finally rise from my chair and go upstairs, your bedroom door is open, the lamp on your nightstand casting warm amber across your sheets. Homework is done, backpack prepared, teeth brushed, and there you are, all ready for the last bit of nighttime routine before calling it a day. Because every good girl deserves quality time with her daddy at bedtime, right? And all good daddies need to dump the day’s stress, so they can also enjoy a good and restful night’s sleep.
I find you lying face down on your bed, in your little whit nightie, a pillow tucked beneath you hips, lifting that perfect ass high in the air. Your cheeks are spread with both hands, presenting the prize: the looped end of the anal beads dangling between your cheeks, the skin around them pink and puckered from a full day of learning. Your pussy is slick beneath you, wetting the pillowcase in a dark patch. I close the door behind me, the latch clicking soft and final.
Your little pooper fidgets around the beads in anticipation, and I pull slowly, deliberately, savoring each pop as the beads emerge one by one. I climb on top, cover your body with mine, and sink my cock in your shitter in one swift move. You are slick and slippery from earlier and it slides like a fish. You moan, a deep, throaty sound muffled by the pillow as your crapper clenches around me, tight and hot, gripping me like a fist. “Oh daddy, I’m so full in my butt, I’m stuffed good and proper”, you grunt into the pillow, as I settle my weight over you, my chest pressing against your back, my hips flush against your cheeks.
I don’t move much, just small, tight thrusts, grinding deep, letting you feel every inch of me, packed it real tight up your sweet shitter. “Just like that, princess, take what you need right where you need it, take it right where you want it angel.” Your only answer is a soft whimper, your hips pressing back against mine, your sweet young cunt dripping onto the pillow beneath you. I keep my pace slow and deep, the room fills with your breathy little gasps, and it doesn’t take long. The pressure builds in my balls, hot and urgent, and I feel your arse walls flutter around me in response.
“I’m ready to dump now, sweetie,” I grunt, my rhythm faltering. “Going to pump this shitter full of daddy’s final load for the day.” You push back harder, your ass grinding against me, and I let go, busting a hot, thick rush of cum, flooding your insides, painting your walls white. I keep thrusting through it, shallow and slow, pumping every last drop deep into your butthole. You clench around me, squeezing me dry, and I feel your own release, a warm gush of cream soaking my hand beneath your little pussy.
I stay buried inside you for a long moment, savoring the aftershocks. Then, slowly, I withdraw, my cock sliding out with a delicious wet sound. I don’t replace the plug. I don’t insert the beads. Instead, I pull your thighs together gently, pressing your cheeks closed to trap what’s left inside. “You’re gonna let daddy’s spunk marinate in your poop chute, sweetie. I’m gonna leave you uncorked so it oozes out slowly over night.”
You relax into the mattress, your breath already evening out as I turn off the lamp and close the door behind me, I know you’ll sleep deep and dream of more. And in the morning, you’ll wake with my daddy cream still leaking from your well-used arsehole, nice and lubed up, ready to start the cycle again.
Ever since you’ve nearly become a woman, you and I both understood that the best girls are properly bred deep in their crappers at least three times a day by their loving daddies. But sometimes, daddy has a particularly stressful day that he needs to relieve, or princess is very restless and fidgety and needs some calming. When that happens, I just whisper in your ear “Daddy’s gotta nut”, and you know what you do – meet me at the linen cupboard for a bonus drill and dump.
You brace yourself against the wall, raise your skirt, and spread your rosebud to me, without a word. None are needed. I spit once on your arsehole and drive my cock in, in one swift plunge. I pump you with quick, hard strokes, while two fingers work your tiny snatch, rubbing your little knob. You always cream around my knuckles in seconds, like an absolute queen. I don’t last long either, I barely slap ten deep thrusts into your shithole, and I am done stuffing your arsehole with another fat daddy load. A quick, perfunctory bust, like an emergency injection of daddyness.
Our sweet little routine repeats on the daily: morning creampie and plug, afternoon discipline and beads, a final deep breeding at night, and a nice quick top-up dump whenever needed. Daddy keeps his baby girl’s shithole full and marked from the moment she wakes until she drifts off. And she can feel his daddy love all day long, and keep it safe right where it matters.
