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Star Seeds – Sophia

In a futuristic dystopia, Daddy selects a handsome stud to breed his daughter.
Star Seeds – Sophia

Soft footfalls thudding against the metal floors in the Space Station Elysium woke me from a deep slumber. Daddy. My clit pulsed to life while my body remained heavy with sleep.

Ever since Daddy had decided it was time for my IUD to be removed, he’d dutifully come into my room every morning at 0500 hours to take my temperature and check the position of my cervix, rubbing my mucus between thumb and forefingers to see if I was fertile.

He even had a stud already picked out to impregnate me; a handsome, hearty, war veteran named Patrick Willis. Lieutenant Willis had saved Daddy’s life during the last insurrection on Earth, dragging his Captain out of a burning military base after rogue missiles blasted through the walls, destroying the infrastructure and setting fire to the building. Willis had done it out of duty and loyalty, but Daddy insisted my body be the good Lieutenant’s reward. I’d be forever grateful to Willis for saving my father’s life, but it was Daddy’s sperm I wanted inseminating my eggs.

Wakefulness spread into my limbs as Daddy pressed the passcode into the number pad outside my door, the familiar rhythm calling my daily duties to the forefront of my consciousness. Today, I had to administer a mathematics test to the children living on the station and then take the under tens to the pool for swimming lessons. But I kept my body perfectly still as the locking mechanism clicked to life, the door sliding open with a whoosh. If I moved, I would throw off my basal body temperature and Daddy might not be able to tell if I was ovulating.

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To be honest, I didn’t need him to check my temperature to determine if I was fertile. I was. I’d been insanely horny the night before and had stayed up late playing with my butt, pussy, and clit. My toys were there in the bed with me. I had left them there when I was done because I wanted Daddy to see them.

I closed my eyes as he stepped into the room, my breath slow and deliberate as he approached the bed. The door closed behind him. Desire flooded my loins and my skin flushed hot. He stopped at edge of my bunk and pressed a thermometer to my forehead, the device beeping as it took my temp. I inhaled deeply and opened my eyes, blinking as they adjusted to the dimness.

My sleeping quarters were a stark, utilitarian misery. Off-white berber carpet matched off-white walls and my furniture consisted of an ugly metal nightstand, desk, and wardrobe. Daddy wasn’t ranked high enough to get a window. The starry expanse of space was terrifying to behold from the inside of a space station, but I often found myself staring out into the abyss, mesmorized by my own insignificance.

But at that moment, I didn’t need a window.

Daddy stood over me, tall, broad-shouldered, and so fucking handsome with salt-and-pepper stubble on his cheeks. Dark hair grew over the breadth of his chest and trailed down over his stomach, disappearing beneath the waist band of his gray, military issue pajama bottoms.

I smiled up at him as the device beeped one final time. “Good morning, Daddy.”

He held the thermometer up, blue eyes widening as he read the results. I wanted him to hold me down and fuck a little blue eyed baby into my waiting womb, my pussy moistening at the thought.

Instead, Daddy slid the thermometer into the pocket of his pajamas and typed something into a tablet. His cock twitched beneath the soft fabric. I knew I was fertile.

He set the tablet on my nightstand and sat on my bed, the thin mattress sagging beneath his solid weight. “Today’s the day, Sophie. You’re ovulating.”

I threw my blankets aside, my glorious, naked young body on full display before him. My white magic bullet vibrator and a big purple dildo rolled against my thigh.

“Really, Daddy? Check my cervix just to be sure,” I murmured, spreading my legs wide.

The recycled air was cold on my smooth, bare pussy. I shivered. Daddy had said Lieutenant Willis would go down on me if I shaved.

Daddy’s eyes glazed over at the sight of my naked sex and a blush crept up his neck. He didn’t mind eating a hairy snatch. The trouble was convincing him to do it.

He swallowed and turned away, opening the drawer on my nightstand to pull out handsanitizer, pumping the clear liquid into his hands. The strong scent of alcohol burned my nose. He paused, eyes drifting to the wastebasket I kept by my bed.

“Why are there used condoms in there?” he asked, turning to glare down at me.

I grinned, brushing my hair out of my face. “I like to start with my butt. I slide a condom over my dildo so when I switch from my butt to my pussy I don’t get dirty.”

The blush spread from his neck to his cheeks. He cleared his throat and adjusted his crotch before exchanging the handsanitizer for lube. The lid snapped open with a click and he squeezed a pea-sized amount of thick, clear lube onto his middle and index finger.

I scooted to the edge of the bunk, holding my knees to my chest while I waited for him to put the lube away and move in front of me. Our eyes met and my pussy throbbed. That daily excersie was the highlight of my days in that bleak place. The scientists running the operation said it would take two more years for Martian terraforming to be complete. If Lieutenant Willis managed to put a baby into me, the child would be barely walking when we moved down to the red planet’s surface.

Daddy’s eyes were locked on my young, needy pussy.

“You ready?” he asked, his voice a sexy rasp.

He liked slidding his fingers inside me more than he would ever admit.

I smiled. “Yes, Daddy. I’m always ready for you.”

He sild a warm, rough hand down my leg, resting at the point where my thigh met my hip.

A wave of pleasure spead to my tender clit and aching pussy, making me sigh.

Daddy was always so gentle. He rubbed my opening, warming me up before pushing a single finger inside me, stopping when his knuckle bushed my entrance.

I squeezed his finger as tight as I could, my gaze drifting down to his crotch. An erection jutted out from his groin, making a tent of his pajama bottoms.

“My pussy feels good, doesn’t it, Daddy,” I teased.

He glared down at me, the hard-on beneath his bottoms twitching. “You better watch your mouth. This is serious. We only have a few days to plant the future in your womb.”

Daddy had completely bought in to the General of the Armies propaganda. The time had come for humanity to colonize Mars. Earth burned, but the best of us had been chosen to populate our new home.

“I want your future in my womb,” I whispered, cupping my achy breasts.

All the propaganda was a bit much for me, but I was a good girl who did what her Daddy said. He wanted his descendants to spread across the universe. I wasn’t completely convinced a species that poisioned an entire planet in the span of only a few generations deserved a second chance, but Daddy’s happiness was the most important thing in the universe. I owed him everything.

He scowled and squeezed my thigh. “Don’t get smart. You’re not too old for me to turn you over and whoop your ass.”

I opened my mouth to say I’d rather he turn me over and fuck my ass, but he plunged another finger inside me, making me quiver and moan. His fingers were amazing against my sensitive vaginal walls, but his big, fat cock would be even better.

He moved his other hand away from my leg and pressed on my abdomen, just over my pubic bone. He ground his knuckles against my opening, fingers flexing and twisting as they probed for my cervix.

I whimpered and squealed, the strength and power in his touch turning me on just as much as it hurt. Daddy’s cock strained against his pajama bottoms. Pain shot from my cervix into my uterus and spread deeper into my abdomen when his fingers finally found the barrier to my fertile womb.

“Oh, Daddy,” I whined.

His eyes widened and a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. My pussy contracted around his fingers of their own volition, coating them with my wetness. My Daddy was so fucking sexy with his square jaw and high cheekbones, still rocking a full head of thick hair at 46. He’d never admit it, but Daddy loved blondes like me. Lieutenant Willis was blonde and I knew my Daddy wanted blonde grandchildren.

“High and soft, Sophie.” Daddy’s hand slid between the point of my left hip and my pubic bone, pressing down hard enough to make me squeal again.

“It’s alright, my baby,” he said, moving his hand to the right to repeat the same gesture. “Your ovaries feel good.”

My pussy would feel even better around his cock.

He gripped my ankle as he withdrew his hand from my cunt, his expression brightening as a clear trail of thick mucus dangled from his fingers, almost long enough to touch the mattress.

“Egg-white cervical mucus, Sophie. You’re definitely ovulating.”

I could’ve told him that. My pussy ached, the emptiness making me desperate to be filled, preferably with a big, meaty cock and a load of hot, sticky cum. I released my legs and sat up in one swift motion, grabbing Daddy’s forearm and lifting it high over my head. I opened my mouth, lowering the salty secretion to my tongue and locked eyes with Daddy as I closed my lips around his fingers, sucking them clean.

His jaw dropped and he moaned, the crotch of his bottoms darkening with precum.

I gripped him over the damp fabric, his cock flexing into my touch. “There’s more condoms in the drawer. I want your load, but if I have to choose between it and fucking you, I want your big cock inside me.”

He licked his lips and a tense pause between us seemed to go on for an eternity.

I pulled on the waistband of his bottoms and the tip of his cock slipped out, his slit oozing delicious precum. I moved to get on my knees, but Daddy pushed me back onto the bed. He scowled, readjusting his pajamas and stepping back.

I reached for him. “Please, Daddy. I’m so horny. It’s all these hormones. You can’t come in here and play with my pussy and then leave. It’s so mean.”

“You have your toys,” his voice was a husky rasp.

“They’re so boring. I’d rather have your cock in me,” I pleaded.

He turned toward the door. “You’ll have Willis’ cock later.”

I shook my head. “But what about you, Daddy? You’re leaking all over the place. Let me at least suck you off.”

He stopped, reaching for the button to open the door.

I stood, the berber carpet rough on my barefeet as stepped toward him. Wetness trickled down the inside of my thighs. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my breasts against his chest, course hair scratching my nipples.

He ground his cock into my groin, cupping my ass as he pulled me tight against him. “Oh, baby, you know what you do to me. You’re so filthy.”

I had learned from the best.

I kissed my way over his collar bone and up his neck, stubble rough against my lips. “You love it. You’re just as depraved as I am.”

His hand slid up over my ass and back, fingernails scraping my scalp as he gripped my hair, pulling my head back.

I moaned and bucked my hips against him. I needed him inside me so bad. All I could think about was him pinning me down and pounding my little pussy until I came.

Instead, he kissed me, his hot tongue forcing its way inside my mouth to taste and tease me. My tongue rose to match his movements, distracting him so I could push his waistband down and grip his throbbing hard on.

He groaned into my mouth and I sucked on his tongue.

Daddy was all mine now.

I broke our kiss so I could stare down as I pumped his impressive girth with my fist, smearing precum all over his silky, smooth shaft. “Daddy, you’re so hard.”

A guttural grunt rumbled from his chest. “It’s cause you’re so fucking sexy. You’re my dirty little girl, Sophie.”

I ran my thumb along the length of his cock, teasing him.

He groaned and his thighs twitched. “Fuck.”

I lifted my thumb to my mouth and licked up his bitter juices, smacking my lips. “You taste good, Daddy, but I want every drop of you in my pussy.”

Daddy kissed me hard and guided me back to my bunk where he laid me down and crawled on top of me, his hot mouth kissing his way down to my breasts. When he sucked a nipple into his mouth I squealed, the sensitive flesh twisting into a hard peak. Jolts of pleasure coursed to my clit and that little bundle of nerves throbbed and twitched from inside my pussy lips.

I ran my fingers through his thick, curly hair, my hips rutting against him as I moaned like a bitch in heat. “Oh, Daddy. Fuck me, Daddy. Fill me with your seed.”

He bit my nipple and I cried out, “What the fuck?”

Daddy released it, kissing his way over my cleavage to my other breast, pulling my neglected nipple into his mouth and biting it even harder.

I pushed on his shoulders. “Daddy, that hurts. Don’t be so rough.”

He pulled my nipple from his mouth with a soft sucklling sound, his expression stern as he stared up at me. “You need to be reminded who’s in charge here, Sophia. I’m your Daddy and I tell you what to do. Not the other way around. You got that?”

A rush of hot wetness gushed from my pussy. I loved it when he was dominant, even it if it did hurt a little bit. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry, Daddy.”

He kissed each of my nipples before making his way down my abdomen, stopping to nuzzle and nip at the soft, feminine swell between my belly button and smooth mound. I panted as his rough stubble scratched my skin, spreading my legs wide and hoping he got the message. Wetness oozed out of my pussy over my asshole, still relaxed and open from my play the night before.

Daddy licked my belly button and I squealed at the tickling sensation, but quickly began to moan as he kissed his way over my bald mound to my needy pussy.

“You’re so smooth,” he murmured against my flesh, sliding his hands down the insides of my thighs and pushing my pussy lips apart with his thumbs.

I gasped, my naked sex completely exposed before him.

His eyes locked onto my pussy. “I wish you could see yourself. You’re all pink and moist and ready to go. Women are sexiest when they’re at peak fertility.”

Not to mention horniest. If I didn’t cum soon, I might’ve died.

Fortunetly, Daddy dove head first into my pussy, licking and sucking at my swollen clit. I groaned as electric pleaure pulsed from my nub over my whole body, lifting me toward something wonderful. Daddy swirled his tongue around my tender bud as he slid two fingers inside me and my pussy contracted hard around them.

I gripped the top of his head with one had, careful not to pull his hair or scratch him as I pressed his face into my pussy. “Oh, Daddy, make me cum. I need to cum.”

He pushed my hand away and lifted his face, my moisture glistening on his lips and chin. His fingers were still buried deep in my cunt, but he stopped moving them. Our eyes met and I whimpered, my body screaming with want of release.

His blue eyes were hot with lust. “What’d I tell you, Sophia?”

I grunted, bucking my hips, trying to get him to finish me off.

He pulled his hand away from my sopping wet pussy. “What’d I say?”

I swallowed hard. “You’re in charge.”

“Of what?”

“Me. My body,” I whined.

“That’s right. You’re lucky you got me all hot and bothered. I’ve half a mind to take your toys and leave you here to figure this out yourself,” he said.

“Oh, Daddy, please don’t. I’ll be good. I promise.”

A devilish grin spread over his face. “You better. This is your last warning.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He lowered his head back to my clit, his hot mouth like a balm to my aching little bud. He licked and sucked me to the edge of release, stopping to stare up at me as he pressed his thumb against my asshole.

A deep grunt burst from within me.

“You been playing back here?” he asked.

It took me a moment to catch my breath. “Yes, Daddy.”

He traced circles over my little pucker, my pussy juices making the ball of his thumb glide over my sensitive skin.

I moaned, clenching my hands into fists so I didn’t reach for my clit. Daddy was so mean. He was punishing me for being naughty.

“Do you cum when you put that thing in your butt?” he asked, glancing at the white dildo resting against my side.

“Yes, Daddy. I rub my clit with the vibrator and fuck myself with the bigger one,” I said, breathlessly.

His face flushed and he plunged his thumb inside my tight ass.

My eyes rolled back into my head and I moaned, arching my back as new waves of pleasure bloomed from my ass over my body, reaching all the way to my core.

“My little Sophia Rose is a dirty little butt slut,” he rasped, working his thumb in and out of me.

“I wanna be your dirty little butt slut, Daddy. Please, please, fuck my tight little asshole. I wanna make you feel so good,” I breathed, delirious with want of release.

I couldn’t take any more teasing. I needed to cum.

He pulled his hand away from my butt and rolled me over, playfully slapping both of my cheeks, the stinging slap loud in the quiet morning. “I didn’t give you permission to play with your ass. You should have come to me first.”

“I just get so horny and you ignore me. I’m sorr-”

“I don’t want to hear another word out of you.” He stood at the edge of my bed.

Daddy pulled my hips up and leaned over me to push my head down into my pillow, running his fingers down my back as he straightened behind me. “Stay this like. And remember, no talking. I’m gonna fuck your pert little ass hard and you’re gonna lay there and take it.”

He spanked me and I yipped, but didn’t say a word.

“Good girl.” He pressed a palm at the place where my ass met my back and lined his cock up with my back passage, his breathing ragged.

I loved being my Daddy’s good girl. I licked my lips and bit my pillow, mentally preparing myself for a rough fuck.

He rubbed my pucker with the tip of his cock, smearing my pussy juices and his precum all over us both. Daddy slid into me with a grunt, stopping when my anus clenched around his tip. We both moaned, and a little panic gripped me. Daddy was thicker and longer than my dildo. I only hoped I’d be able to take him without tearing.

He eased in and out of me, working himself deeper a little more with every thrust. Good thing I knew what to do. I beared down and pushed like I was taking a shit when he slid into me and squeezed when he pulled out.

He grunted and groaned with every thrust. “Oh, fuck. Sophie. What the fuck, baby girl? You been looking this stuff up on the internet? How’d you learn to take it up the ass so good?”

I moaned, his praise helping me relax and submit to his huge cock as he impailed me. Pain mingled with pleasure as his cock worked electric waves of ecstasy from my tight passage. I prefered vaginal sex, but if Daddy wanted anal, I was happy to give it to him.

Soon, Daddy was balls deep in my butt and he moaned his pleasure.

I grunted beneath him, biting my pillow so hard my jaw ached. My ass had never been so full. Sex had never hurt, yet felt so good at the sametime. From my research, I learned that my vaginal nerve endings could be stimulated from anal penetration and Daddy’s big, meaty cock was defintily doing the job as a familiar pressure built up with in me, but the delicious sensations blooming from my sensitive anus were completely unique and special.

Daddy fucked deep, primal grunts out of me with every thrust and tears pooled in my eyes as I adjusted to the new sensation of having a big cock buried so deep in my butt. Tender emotions were overwhelmning and I felt so vulnerable, submissive, and meek as Daddy brought me to the peak of pleasure.

His breathing was ragged and he sounded like a wild animal as he plunged in and out of me. “Cum, Sophie. I’m gonna cum.”

I needed my vibrator for that. I felt around the bunk for it as Daddy panted behind me, cramming his cock in and out of my little butt. He was going to tear me apart. I need him to stop more than I needed to cum.

His rough pubic hair tickled my buttocks and I contracted my ass around him as hard as I could.

“I’m gonna fucking cum. Oh, my god. Sophie,” he growled.

I relaxed and he slid out, then filled me all the way up all over again. This time, hot liquid squirted my insides as he groaned and snarled, rutting against me.

His cock twitched and pulsed inside me as he came, pumping me full of his warm, sticky seed. I had wanted it in my pussy, but it felt good in my butt. He grunted with every spurt until his cock finally stilled, spent, and slowly softening inside me.

He gave me a soft slap on the ass. “Jesus Christ.”

I contracted around him one last time and he shuddered. “Oh, fuck, lemme go.”

I relaxed and he slid out of me with a grunt, collapsing on the floor at the foot of my bunk. I rolled onto my side as cum trickled out of my ass and I clutched my pillow to my chest, blinking away tears. I felt so empty without Daddy’s cock, so used.

He pulled himself up and climbed into the bunk, snuggling beside me and showering me with light kisses. He brushed my hair away from face. “Sophia. I love you. You make your Daddy feel so good. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

His words made my heart melt and I rolled over to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him on the mouth.

He caressed me, rubbing my back, arms, and breasts as we kissed. Cum leaked out of my ass, dripping over my cheeks and thighs.

“I love you, Daddy,” I whispered over and over again.

He felt around the blankets and mattress, pulling out my vibrator and handed it to me. “You didn’t cum. Show me how to use this.”

I pressed the little black button on the end and the vibrator hummed to life, the mechanical buzzing like a swarm of bees. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs, maintaining eye contact as I pressed the smooth, hard silicone toy against my clit. It only took a moment.

Sublime bliss crashed over me and I cried out, arching my back as a current of electric pleasure carried me off to heights I had never experienced. Every stroke of the vibrator sent another bolt of pleasure from my clit, my tender bundle of nerves pulsing and twitching as I teased it.

When it began to hurt, I turned the vibrator off and lifted it to my trembling lips, my breath erratic and my mind reeling. My wetness was heavy and musky on my tongue. Daddy took the vibrator and reached over me to set it on my nightstand.

He cupped my face, thumbs tracing light circles over my cheekbones as his blue eyes bored into mine. “You good, baby girl?”

I pressed my body against his and gripped his wrists. “Yes, Daddy. That was wonderful.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Was it?”

I nodded, confused. “Yeah. I came really hard.”

Daddy brushed tears from my eyes. “Then why are you crying?”

“I’m not. Anal is just,” my voice trailed off.

“Just what?”

I licked my lips. “Really intense. It’s different than being fucked in the pussy.”

He kissed the tip of my nose. “Which do you like better?”

I smiled. “Oh, definitely in my pussy. But anal is a close second. ‘Number two’ if you will.”

He laughed, pressing his hand over my mouth. “You’ve got a dirty mouth. But I’m too spent to deal with it right now.”

I stroked his cheek and pushed his hand away. “My alarm is set. Will you rest here with me awhile?”

“Of course, baby girl. I love you,” he murmured.

I snuggled up close and draped my leg over his hip. We laid there in my dim sleeping quarters, kissing and caressing each other as Elysium orbited Mars, a newly fertile home for our broken species. Daddy’s cum leaked out of my ass and I dozed off, safe and secure, even if it was only for a moment.

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Daddy woke me with his hand in my hair, twirling my blonde locks around his fingers. He studied my face with a dreamy smile on his lips and I shivered beneath his icy blue gaze.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, pressing his lips against mine.

I parted my lips and he slid his tongue inside, gently caressing me. It was a soft kiss, hot and sweet, but lacking any sexual energy. When he pulled back, I pushed my tongue into his mouth and got a taste of him.

His hands cupped my breasts, gently squeezing and kneading my firm bosom.

Time stopped as we laid intwined in our embrace, enjoying the feel of one another. It was what I wanted everyday for the rest of my life. Daddy wanted it too. I could feel his affection in his gentle kiss; his desire as his touch became harder, coaxing my nipples into stiff peaks between thumb and forefinger.

I moaned into his mouth and a low growl escaped his throat.

He broke our kiss and nipped my bottom lip, sending a shiver off anticipation over me.

“I’ve got a little bit left in the tank,” he murmured. “I wanna fuck you in the ass again.”

My asshole was a deliciously sloppy mess, cum still slowly trickling out of my stretched pucker and running over my buttocks and thighs. But my pussy had been neglected. I wanted Daddy to take care of it before he gave me to Lieutenant Willis.

I reached between us and grabbed his still-slick semi-hard cock, my fist slidding up and down his length with ease. “How about we go get cleaned up and you fuck my pussy?”

“You’re just going to have to be patient. Willis has a big cock and he knows what he’s doing. He’ll eat your needy pussy and then fill you up with his load,” said Daddy, voice husky.

I stroked him harder, enjoying the way his stiffening cock felt in my hand. “I don’t want Willis’ load. I want yours. I don’t understand, Daddy. You’re not my real fath-”

He cut me off with a glare. “Enough. I don’t want to hear another word about this. Now, turn over. We’re going to need a shower before we head into work. If I’m going get to feel your sweet little ass around my cock, we need to get a move on.”

I loved it when Daddy was dominant. Even if I didn’t get my way.

I gave Daddy a hard kiss then rolled onto my side, his hand spreading my ass cheeks as he shifted against me, lining his hard cock up with my tender pucker.

“Hold you leg up,” he murmured into my ear, his hot breath making me shiver. “You’re a mess back here, Sophie.”

I chuckled. “Cum makes for great lube.”

The tip of his cock pressed against my hole and Daddy gripped the inside of my thigh, holding my leg up for better access to my back passage. When I reached for my vibrator, he plunged into me without warning, a grunt of pleasure rumbling from his chest.

“Daddy, that hurts.” I said through grited teeth.

He couldn’t get his fat cock all the way through my anal ring. He pulled out, his voice hot and breathless. “Come on. You know what to do. Relax your tight little butt for Daddy. Open up for me, baby.”

My clit pulsed to life at his words. I turned my vibrator on as Daddy lined his cock back up with my asshole.

The loud buzzing muffled his warning as he pressed his tip against my pucker. “Get ready, baby. Daddy’s not holding back.”

I bore down when he breeched my tight depths, pain quickly giving way to pleasure as my ass had already been stretched by Daddy’s big, fat cock. The thought of being fucked and bred by another man brought tears to my eyes. I only ever wanted Daddy’s veiny meat up my butt or deep inside my pussy.

I lowered my vibrator to my smooth lips, smearing wetness all over my folds so I could get at my clit. It didn’t take long for the pulse against my sensitive bud and the deep penetration from Daddy’s cock to push me over the edge.

My ass contracted so hard around Daddy’s cock that it hurt a little, but the bit of pain only added to the electric pleasure shooting up and down my spine and spreading over my whole body. I moaned and writhed against him as he continued to pound my ass, his guttural grunting in my ear making my pussy gush hot wetness all over my thigh.

“You’re my little butt slut, Sophie,” he thrust even harder into me. “I love fucking you in the ass.”

The vibrator on my clit got to be too much, so I clicked it off and let it fall to the floor with a soft thud. I focused on bearing down and squeezing Daddy’s cock as he pumped in and out of me, trying to accommodate his roughness.

His hard thrusts penetrated all the way through my anal walls to the nerve endings deep in my cunt. That combined with the constant pressure on my anus caused a familiar pressure to build back up inside me. I was so turned on. I needed to to cum.

He went balls deep, stopping his pumping. “Squeeze it.”

I contracted my ass hard around his cock, holding him tight.

He shuddered and groaned. “Baby girl, you got a vice grip in there. Holy fucking shit.”

I relaxed, then quickly contracted around him when he tried to slide back out of me. I grited my teeth, my anal passage beginning to hurt.

“Let go, baby. You’re gonna make me cum,” he grunted.

I did and he resumed his rough pace, his labored breathing lifting me higher and higher. “Don’t cum yet, Daddy. I’m so close. I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for your Daddy, baby,” he said.

I reached for my clit, closing my eyes and focusing on the sweet pleasure he pounded out of my deepest place, each thrust making me shudder and grunt until every muscle in my body tensed and my eyes rolled back in my head as a powerful orgasm crashed over me. I moaned and submitted to the sublime waves of ecstasy that surged from my hard, throbbing clit and trembling core. Every inch of me hummed with pleasure.

Daddy grunted breathlessly in my ear, talking me down from an incredible orgasm. “You so sexy. You’re wonderful. You’re my dirty little butt slut and I love you for it. You make me feel so good. I’m gonna cum in you, baby.”

“Cum in my pussy, Daddy. Please. I want it,” I begged.

But with a final thrust and a snarl, Daddy came in my ass again, hot liquid coating my insides in spurts. He pulled out and lowered my leg back down to the bunk and wrapped his arms around me, holding me close.

His precious seed gushed out of me. I rubbed Daddy’s arms, trying to ignore how empty I was – both physically and emotionally.

“I love you, Sophie,” he murmured.

“I love you too, Daddy. I’m your little butt slut forever.”

We snuggled there together until my alarm went off.

Daddy gave me a slap on the ass. “Come on. Let’s get in the shower.”

When I stood, hot cum bubbled out of my asshole and ran down the inside of my thigh.

Our quarters consisted of a simple kitchen and living room unit with all the basic amenities, our sleeping quarters, and a single bathroom with a tiny shower stall. Daddy and I hadn’t showered together in since I left Earth two years prior. When he pushed me inside that smooth metal containtainer and pulled the door shut, my heart sored. The fact that we were pressed up against each other made it more fun.

He turned the water on and I yelped, the water so cold it hurt, but it heated up quickly enough. I squirmed around so Daddy and I faced each other. I threw my arms around his neck and stood on my tiptoes to kiss him. One of his hands cupped my ass cheek and the other held my jaw while he pulled me under the water, soaking our heads.

Daddy reached over my shoulder for a bar of soap and a wash cloth, a mild, clean scent filling my nostrils as he soaped up the little square of fabric. When he got it up to a good lather, he rubbed the wash cloth over my smooth skin, his touch tender and affectionate as he cleaned me.

I grabbed the shampoo and poured the dark liquid into my hand and worked it through Daddy’s hair, trying to push the thought of a beautiful little girl with rich, dark curls out of my mind.

After we rinsed off, he handed me the wash cloth and reached for the shampoo. I loved the way his strong physique felt beneath my hand, a slight softness around his belly only adding to his allure. Willis was a much leaner man.

Daddy pulled my head under the stream and rinsed my short, pale blonde hair.

I pulled away, staring up into his brilliant blue eyes. “Daddy, I don’t want to be with Willis. I don’t understand why you can’t be the father of my child.”

He embraced me, his stubble scratchy on my cheek as he murmured into my ear, “I told you, Sophia. To create a healthy genetic pool, women are going to have multiple children by different men. It’s not going to be like how it was on Earth for a long time – if ever. I want to pick the men who father children on you. To do that, I have to be proactive about making sure you get pregnant before the government steps in. I can’t put it off any longer.”

Daddy was right, but I didn’t like it. “Why can’t you be the one to impregnate me first?”

“They’ll know I’m being selfish. If I wait til after you’ve had a few babies, they won’t care as much if you make me one,” he said. “We just have to be patient.”

I kissed his shoulder as he held me, lukewarm water running over us. What if he didn’t want me when I was knocked up with another man’s child? I’d die.

“What’s wrong with Willis? He’s a good man. He’s attractive and he wants you so bad, Sophie. He’s been after for you awhile,” said Daddy.

I shrugged. “I’ve always liked Willis. He saved your life. It’s just that I like you so much better. I love you, Daddy. I only want to be with you.”

He shut off the water. “I love you, too, Sophie. Please trust me on this. I love Willis like a son.”

“I trust you with my life. I’d be dead if it wasn’t for you. I’ll do whatever you say,” I said. “I’m just a little scared is all.”

He pushed the door open and stepped out of the shower stall, grabbing a towel for each of us. “Don’t worry, my baby. I’m gonna be in there the whole time.”

I froze, the hard look in his eyes confirming the truth of such a statement.

“I agreed to finally let him knock you up on the condition that I be in the room when it happens. I’m in control of this whole situation. I don’t want him getting any funny ideas about you,” he said.

He left me stunned in the shower. The air unit kicked on and I shivered, quickly towling myself dry and hurrying back to my sleeping quarters to get dressed. I pulled on a navy jumpsuit over my bra and panties, my body getting excited at the thought of Daddy watching me get fucked by another man.

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Later that evening, I cleaned up my dinner of rehydrated veggies and chewy pasta, full, but not satisfied. It was a bit pedestrian of me, but one of the things I most looked forward to living on the New Terra Base was the taste of real food. Rumors swirled around the station that a few heads of cattle, pigs, and even a few different breeds of chickens had been stabled somewhere deep in the cargo hold. I’d seen tanks full of different speicies of fish in the hydroponics bay myself. It would take years of hard work and sacrifice, but humanity had a future on Mars. I was going to have to do my part if I wanted my species to survive.

A knock on the door made me jerk with surprise. I put my dish away and quickly washed my hands before hurrying over to the door. Willis wasn’t supposed to be there til that evening when Daddy was finished up with work. I typed in the passcode on the keypad by the door and it opened with a woosh.

Lieutenant Patrick Willis was a beautiful man with delicate features and full lips. I still didn’t want him, but I could see why Daddy wanted him to father a child on me: odds were we would make a pretty baby.

He smiled at me, crisp and clean with his buzzcut, shaved cheeks, and pressed white polo and navy slacks. “Hello, Sophie. How are you?”

I swallowed. “I’m alright. You’re early.”

He had the decency to blush and look away.

“Well, I thought maybe we could talk.” He scratched the back of his head, eyes darting back to mine. “Put your mind at ease, so to speak.”

“You want to talk about impregnating me?” I blurted.

A blush crept up his neck and into his cheeks. “Yeah. I want you to be comfortable, Sophie. I want you to know how serious I am about this. Not just about the sex, but about raising a child together in a strange new world. I don’t know exactly what our lives will look like in the future. No body does. But I want you to know that I am always going to support you and the child we make together.”

I leaned against the door frame, my eyes brimming with tears. It was better that he was so kind. I shouldn’t hate my child’s father.

I glanced up at him with a pressed smile on my lips. “You’re a good man, Lieutenant Willis.”

“Please. Call me Patrick.”

The expression on his face was so earnest that I just couldn’t stand it. I bit my lip and stared down at the metal floor. “Would you like to come in?”

“How ‘bout we take a walk?” He offered me his arm.

Patrick was so tall and lithe, like an elven prince from a horny teenager’s masterbatory fantasy. He had pretty grey eyes.

I took his arm, just beneath his elbow. The door whooshed shut behind me when I stepped out of my quarters. “Where should we go?”

He lead me through the narrow, dim walkways of the lower decks, our military boots clinking as we walked. Doors lined the cold, gray walls at regular intervals. A few families tried to make the place less like a prison by hanging colorful wreaths on their doors.

I swallowed a sigh, complicated feelings confusing and frightening me. I worked with the children who lived on the station. It was no place for a child to grow up.

“I live two rows over,” said Willis. “I’m trying to make it so I can move closer so I can help you with the baby.”

“That’s kind of you.”

He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye and opened his mouth as if he was going to speak, but closed it suddenly, instead nodding at a young man with a hideous burn scar on his face as we passed. Poor man. That must’ve been horrifically painful.
We approached the lift, a panel of glowing buttons brilliant in the dim hallway. Willis pushed a “P” in the center and my burden eased a bit. I loved wandering through the promenade and gazing out into the abyss.

An electric humming filled the air as the lift descended the through the transport tube, landing with a soft thud. Two metal doors opened with a rush, and morose-looking girl ran out and hurried off down the hall without so much as a glace at us. I didn’t know her. She was young, but to old to be in school.

Willis led me into the lift and the doors snapped shut behind us and the lift was propelled upward.

“Have you had dinner yet? We could eat on the promenade. I never thought I’d say this, but I’ve learned to enjoy the taste of synthetic meat.” Willis’ voice was clear and steady.

Daddy had picked a good one. I couldn’t deny it, but that didn’t make me want him.

“I ate already, but if you’re hungry, I don’t mind sitting with you.”

He shook his head. “Oh, no. Don’t worry about it.”

We stood there in silence as the lift carried us along, the longing look in Willis’ eyes threatening to drive me insane.

When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I spoke. “Where are you from? On Earth, I mean.”

He seized the opportunity to break the awkward silence, telling me all about his life in Great Lakes. America had fallen apart the year after he was born, so he was technically an American citizen. He qualified for citizenship in all of the tiny countries that had sprung up from the battered remains of the once rich and powerful nation. I’d been born and raised in Austin, the lone liberal city-state that lie within the Republic of Texas.

The lift slowed to halt, the doors sliding open to the promenade. Two men nodded politely, allowing us to leave the tiny space before they entered.

“Thank you,” I said as we past by.

The promenade of the Space Station Elysium was like a shopping mall I’d seen in films from the 1980s and 1990s. Circular decks made rings around a clear, glass lift in the center. There were no shops or fountains, but the common mess hall was on the bottom floor. Bright fluorescent lights and gray flooring, walls, and furniture gave the place a santitized hospital feel. But this was my favoite part of the station. Giant bay windows lined the outer wall and the black void of space engulfed us. Pretty, twinkling stars dotted that dark expanse, making it impossible to give into despair.

I tugged on Willis’ arm. “Come on, we’ll be able to see Mars from the east curve of the rings.”

Men and women walked along the decks, stoic, tight-lipped expressions the norm. Children huddled together in groups throughtout the promanade, unnaturally quiet and subbed as they played games and watched videos on tablets. What kind of a culture would we create on Mars? After everything those who had been fortunate enough to escape the hellish nightmare that was Earth had been through, I could only imagine a society of grim survivors, hiding; miserable and afraid behind their glass domes as they breathed recycled air.

“Do you miss Austin?” Willis had to take small steps to keep from dragging me along.

I missed the blue skies, the prairies, and the joyful songs of the birds in the weak light of dawn, but I did not miss the constant threat of war and strife. Austin existed in a constant state of high alert, the Republic of Texas always trying to annex the wealthy city.

“I’m much safer on board the Elysium,” I said. “Do you miss the Great Lakes?”

“Lake Erie had already been drained by the time I was born and Lakes Huron and Ontario were toxic swamps, but there were still places to swim and boat in Lakes Michigan and Superior, but we couldn’t eat the fish.” He spoke with a cheerfulness that didn’t match the tragedy in his words. “My little sister and I used to play on the beaches.”

He must’ve been a sweet little boy. “I didn’t know you had a little sister.”

His expression softened and his shoulders slumped. “Victoria. Our father left us when we were small and, like almost everyone else in her generation, our mom died of cancer when we were teens. Since I’m technically an American citizen, I was able to join the Former Nation Defense Force so we wouldn’t be out on the streets. I was deployed out West when Chicago fell. I have no idea what happened to Tori.”

I gave his arm a gentle squeeze, turning toward him as we walked. “I’m so sorry, Lietenant Wi – Patrick.”

He smiled.

We lapsed into a solemn silence, each of us an island in the ocean of pain that resulted from the collapse of life on Earth. News was scarce, so we never what was happening to the majority of the human population. Maybe we were all that was left.

The red planet hung in the darkness like a beacon of hope outside the bay windows, a tiny patch of green near the plains of Acadia Plantia. That was where our future lie, for better or for worse. Others stood by the windows, staring out at humanity’s last hope. We’d escaped our burning, poisioned Eden and made another. How long would it take is to destory it?

I pulled away from Willis with a sigh. “Have we really learned from our mistakes? What in the entire course of our species’ history makes you believe that we’ll do better the second time around?”

He clasped his hands behind his back and stood up straight, ever the perfect prince. “Only time will tell. We come so far. We can’t give up yet.”

“Why? What have we done to deserve a second chance?” The anger in my voice shocked me. “I’m not sure if we’re worth saving.”

“As a whole, maybe not.” Willis nodded to family on our left, two little girls in too large, too dreary tracksuits sat on their father’s shoulders while their mother pointed at their new home. “But that family is. You are.”

“Because I’m beautiful?” I couldn’t hide the scorn in my tone.

He shook his head. “No. Simply because you are. Don’t lose hope, Sophie. Use what makes you who you are to make our species better.”

The crazy thing was that I wanted to. I wanted to believe we were the saviors of the human race, too smart and too equiped to repeat humanity’s past mistakes. I wanted to plant a beautiful garden on Mars for my children and grandchildren to play in. How could I be so fucking selfish?

I took a deep breath, trying to withstand the torrent of sadness and hopelessness that threatened to overwhelm me. “I’ll try.”

Willis took my hand without looking at me. “That’s all you can do. That’s all any of are really doing.”

When I squeezed his hand, he smiled.

Later, after he walked me home, Patrick put a tiny, plastic baggie into my palm. An orange gummy the size of my thumbnail sat inside, one of its edges smooshed into the corner. His hand was rough against my fingers as he curled them over the baggie.

“Eat this about an hour before I come back. It’ll relax you.” He kissed me on the cheek. “I’m going to eat one, too.”

I nodded. “Thank you, Patrick.”

 

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I ate the gummy as soon as he left, desperate for some relief from the sad, anxious thoughts that swirled around my mind. I liked Patrick. He was a good, decent man. But I didn’t want him. Lieutenant Patrick Willis deserved a woman who wanted him as desperately as he wanted me.

I kept myself busy, changing out of my jumpsuit and putting on a loose, cotton, t-shirt dress and combing my short hair. I stripped my bed, the though of laying on clean sheets while a man I barely knew tried to impregnante me oddly comforting. Just as the gummy kicked in, my thoughts slow and peaceful, Daddy came home.

I hurried out of my quarters to find him grabbing a bottle of water out of a kitchen cabinet.

He smiled at me while he twisted the bottle open. “Hey, baby girl. You look nice.”

It may have been whatever drug was in the gummy, but his smile seemed forced. “You think?”

He took a drink and set the bottle on our small table, nodding while he pulled a capsule out of his pocket. “Yeah. You look very feminine in your dress.”

“Thank you.” I walked over to the table and slid into an uncomfortable, metal chair.

I hated our miserable gray, spartan quarters. Children needed warm, soft, colorful spaces.

Daddy opened the capsule and poured two pills into his palm before popping them into his mouth. He closed his eyes when he washed them down with a long pull from the water bottle. He was so strong and such a stoic. If I could be as half as brave as him, I could endure anything.

“Will the baby sleep in my room? I don’t know if we’ll be able to fit a crib in there.” My voice echoed around the dim room.

He tossed the empty bottle in the sink and moved to put his hands on my shoulders, gently massaging them. My heart soared at his touch and I leaned against his solid warmth.

“Don’t worry about that. I’m gonna see about getting us a larger quarters, and remember, families are going to get precedence when they start moving us to Mars’ surface. They want the children spending as little of their lives as possible on the station.” He dragged the other chair next to mine and sat down in it, taking my hand his and rubbing it between his rough palms.

His expression was playful; a small smile on his lips made his pretty eyes crinkle at the edges. My love for him was so deeply ingrained into my being that I wasn’t sure where I ended and he began. I smiled, my heart full of love even though I was afraid.

He chuckled. “That’s a nice big smile. You feeling alright? I haven’t seen you smile like that in, gosh, I don’t know how long.”

I nodded, giggling at the weight of my head. “Patrick and I went for a walk. He gave me an orange gummy. It didn’t taste like oranges, though. More like medicine than anything else.”

Daddy arched his eyebrows. “Oh?”

“We went and walked and talked around the promenade. He’s a nice man, but I don’t want him.” I climbed into Daddy’s lap and kissed him gently on the lips, smiling when he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. “I just wanna be with you. Always.”

He sighed. “You have such a big heart, Sophia. Your students’ parents tell me all the time how wonderful and loving you are with their children. Why can’t you find room in your heart for Patrick? You can love him and still love me just as much.”

I rested my head against his shoulder. “Why do I have to love him? It’s not enough that I’m gonna let him knock me up?”

“Because you’re going to make a child with him. You should love the father of your child for its sake.” He kissed the top of my head. “Willis saved my life. He wouldn’t leave me behind. He risked his life to unbury me from a pile of rubble and carry me out to safety. You should love Willis because I do. I love him like a son. And any child or children born between the two of you will be very dear to me. Give him a chance, baby girl.”

His words touched my heart. I wasn’t going to make any promises, but I would try. “Yes, Daddy.”

He gave me a pat on the butt. “That’s my girl. And I was serious when I said he’s a good lover. He’s very attentive.”

I sat up and cupped his cheeks, the dim electric light of our quarters swirling around him. Daddy was my becon of hope.

I smiled again, teasing. “How do you know? Have you slept with him?”

Daddy kissed me on the lips. “We’ve shared women between the two of us. Based on the women’s reactions to him, he’s a great lay.”

My mouth dropped open and red, hot lust surged through me, kindling deep in my core. The thought of them in a threesome was the strangest, yet most erotic thing I’d ever heard.

A knock on the door made me jump.

Daddy pushed me out of his lap and stood, stretching. “Speak of the devil.”

The room around me spun and I stumbled into the table as Daddy tapped out the code into the keypad, the door opening with its futuristic whoosh.

Patrick shook Daddy’s hand as he stepped inside. “Hey, Jim.”

“Ready when you are.” Daddy ruffled his blonde hair.

Patrick had changed into a faded green t-shirt and dark blue jeans. The glazed look his eyes told me he’d eaten his gummy. My instincts told me to take a step back as he approached, but I ignored them, smiling when he gripped my elbows and leaning into a soft peck on the lips.

He cupped my cheeks, face and neck flushed with lust. “You’re so beautiful. Did you eat the gummy? How are you feeling? Don’t be scared or nervous. This is gonna be gr-”

I placed a finger over his lips and forced a smile, nervousness creeping back into my thoughts and feelings. “Don’t talk.”

He kissed me, softly at first, then attacked the corners of my mouth with his tongue, teasing his way inside. My body took over, my desire increasing as he caressed the inside of my mouth.

“Let’s take this to the back.” Daddy stepped behind Patrick and rubbed the back of the younger man’s neck. “Lead the way, Sophia.”

Patrick and I giggled when I stumbled on a table leg, my heart pounding in my chest and my thoughts racing as we made the short walk to my sleeping quarters. The shift from smooth steel floors to scratchy berber carpet beneath my feet made me jump. When I turned around Patrick pulled me close, kissing my neck and shoulders while he guided me to my bunk.

Daddy’s eyes were like ice, the happy confidence he’d displayed earlier replaced with tension and ridgid movements. He stalked over to my desk and sat in the chair, arms crossed over his chest. Maybe he wasn’t as sure of his plans as he wanted me to think.

Patrick grabbed the hem of my loose dress and pulled it over my head, smiling at the sight of my supple, young body. He cupped my breasts, kneading and caressing them. His hands were rough like Daddy’s.

A low moan slipped between my lips and he kissed me.

“You’re so sexy. I knew there were big titties and a flat tummy beneath that baggy jumpsuit.” His hands slid to my shoulders and he gently pushed me down on the bed, climbing overtop of me to kiss me and stroke my breasts.

“Relax and let me pleasure you, Sophie,” he whispered, his breath hot in my ear. “I wanna make you cum.”

He kissed his way down my neck, the feel of his hot mouth making me shudder as he moved to my breasts. Instinct made me run my fingers through his course hair and he surprised me by lifting his head and leaning into my touch. I traced a brow with my thumb and cupped his cheek. The need in his grey eyes melted me.

“You’re beautiful, Patrick. Don’t think about anything. Just make love to me.”

He leaned down to kiss me before returning to my breats, taking one nipple between thumb and forefinger while sucking the other into his mouth, making me grunt with pleasure. Patrick alternated between sucking on my stiff peak and dragging his rough tongue over it.

I rubbed his shoulders while I moaned, the wonderful sensations coursing through my body driving out all of my fears and apprehensions. I stole a glance at Daddy, who leaned back in my desk chair with an incrutible expression on his face. When our eyes met, he gave me a strange smile.

Patrick released my nipple, his hand replacing his hot mouth with skillful fingers, and kissed his way across my cleveage to nuzzle and suck my other breast. I arched my back into him, wanting him to understand how much I appreciated and enjoyed his loving touch.

Wetness oozed out of me, coating my silky smooth folds and the inside of my thighs. I didn’t know what was in that gummy he’d given me, but whatever it was had turned my body into a sensitive delight. When I started bucking my hips against Patrick’s hard body, he pulled my nipple from his mouth with a wet smack and a smile.

I tried to pull him up for a kiss, but he lowered his head, kissing and even licking his way over my flat belly, hands sliding down to massage the inside of my thighs. Daddy and I made eye contact and I moaned, taking smug satisfaction in the way he tensed. Watching me with another man was harder than he thought it would be.

Patrick kissed and nuzzled the feminine swell between my belly button and my smooth mound. “I’m gonna make you pregnant, Sophia. You’re gonna look so sexy walikng around with my legacy in your belly.”

I licked my lips, still rutting against him. “Do it, Patrick. Fuck me.”

“I wanna taste your smooth pussy first.” He smiled and lowered his head, kissing his way down to my bare pussy, his tongue probbing my lips and slit in search of my clit.

I spread my legs wide and moaned, excitement churning through me when Daddy shifted in his seat and tugged at the collar of his jumpsuit. I pushed away the grim satisfaction at his discomfort and focused on Patrick’s wicked tongue and fingers as he played with my pussy.

He swirled his tongue around my rock hard clit and slipped a finger inside me, curling it as he dipped it in and out of my slick sex. I groaned and arched my back, grabbing my knees and holding them against my chest. Sweet pressure built up deep within my core and I submitted to it, ready to be carried off to bliss.

Patrick added another finger and within moments, my pussy contracted around him as I whimpered and writhed as current of powerful pleasure crashed over me. My muscles turned to jelly and I melted into the mattress.

He withdrew his fingers and dipped his head to lap at my opening, licking his lips with a moan. “You taste so good. Your soft, wet pussy is so tight. I’m gonna fuck you long and slow.”

“I’m ready for you, baby. Let me see your hard body and cock,” I said, my voice low and throaty.

Patrick stood and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing his dark briefs down over his legs and kicking them off his feet. His cock slapped against his belly, not quite as long as Daddy’s, but thicker, with a plump, round knob. He had no pubic hair and a pair of pale, smooth balls.

I sat up and reached for him, pushing up the hem of his t-shirt. “Let me feel you.”

He grinned and ripped his shirt over his head, exposing a smooth, toned soldier’s body. A dark, twisted pucker of a scar marred the left side of his abdomen and extended down to his hip. I slid my hands over the hard ridges of his muscular chest and torso, delighting in his wirey strength.

He ran his fingers through my short and hair climbed into my single bunk, kissing me as he laid down on top of me. I reached in between his legs and stroked his rock-hard shaft, smearing a few dribbles of precum over the tip of his cock.

Patrick groaned into my mouth and I smiled, breaking our kiss. “Does that feel good?”

He slumped to my left and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes and throwing his head back as I pumped his length up and down with my fist. I cupped his balls, admiring their velvety softness and sensitivity as I gently rubbed and teased them.

Daddy’s voice cut through our euphoria. “Ride him, Sophie. I wanna see your big titties bounce around while you work his big meat in and out of your perfect pussy.”

Patrick reached over and massaged my breasts, his voice husky. “I wanna suck on these beauties while you ride me.”

I staggered when I stood, the gummy in full effect. Patrick grabbed my wrist and Daddy jumped up and steadied me. I giggled, feeling so free, so out of control. But I was safe. I had two wonderful men who would die before they ever let anything bad happen to me.

Patrick laid down on the bunk, pulling me toward him. “Let go, Jim.”

Daddy gave me a little slap on the butt before stepping back to the chair without another word.

I straddled Patrick and smiled, running my fingers over his pretty lips. He grabbed my waist and guided me over his throbbing cock.

I hesitated, enjoying the fevered look on his face and the way he bucked his hips toward me. “You ready for me, baby?”

Patrick groaned and forced me down onto his fat cock, impailling me with his steel hard rod.

I threw my head back, sneaking a glace at the stoic expression on Daddy’s face. “Oh, Patrick. You feel so good inside me.”

I rocked my hips back and forth, working his cock in and out of my tight depths, elciting moans and groans out of us both. Just when I established a good rhythm, Patrick grabbed my upper arms and pulled me down, sucking my right nipple into his mouth.

When he swirled his tongue over my sensitive flesh, I whimpered, putting my hands on either side of his head so I didn’t collapse. He moved his hands to my hips and pulled me back and forth, helping me re-establish my rhythm.

Within moments, I was grunting and moaning with abandon, delirious with pleasure. Patrick was almost to good to be true. Every buck of my hips and every flick of his tongue brought me closer and closer to my release.

He released my right nipple, pinching it while he latched on to my left, his hot mouth making me shudder and gasp. I slid my hand to my clit and increased the pace of my hips, stroking my tender bud til I came – hard.

I pressed my full weight against Patrick’s hips, driving his cock so deep inside me that it poked my cervix. The twinge of pain only added to the pleasure that charged through me, setting every nerve ending in my body on fire.

Patrick gripped my face in his hands while I awkwardly rode out my release. “Cum. Your pussy is so fucking tight around my dick. Oh, Sophie, you’re so sexy.”

My vision blurred and my head swam as my toe-curling orgasm subsided and I laid over top of Patrick, his cock still buried in my depths, my breasts crushed between us.

He stroked my back while I came to my senses. “Don’t fall asleep. You still have to pump my load out of me.”

I moaned and pushed myself up my arms, turning my face to kiss him. “You made me feel so good. You’re my brother, now, Patrick. You have to give me all your cum. Daddy says so.”

His eyes widened with confused lust and he glanced at Daddy, who looked away, running his fingers through his hair.

I chuckled, pleased as I pushed myself up, Patrick’s hard cock still inside me. I began to bounce up and down, crying out everytime I slammed back down onto his pelvis. His cries soon matched mine as he reached up and cupped my bouncing breasts.

“I’m gonna fucking cum in you,” he breathed.

“Do it. Cum in your little sister’s pussy. Make me pregnant.” Wet smacking sounds filled the room while we fucked like wild animals.

“You’re so nasty, Sophia. You’re nasty like me.” His voice trailed off as he bucked his hips in time with my bouncing and within moments, he twisted his head and neck against my pillow, face controrted with ecstasy.

Patrick held my hips still while deep, guttural grunts burst from him and he thrusted inside me, coating my insides with rope after rope of hot, sticky seed. He stilled with a final grunt and his body relaxed beneath me.

I slid off him and laid at his side, the wall cold against my back. He moved his arm under me and pulled me tight against his chest, stroking my head while we panted, coming down from our sexual highs.

“You’re a good sister,” he said.

I laughed and moved to kiss him, pushing my tongue into his mouth so I could taste him. We held onto each other like that for what felt like eternity, caressing and kissing while explored one another’s bodies. I loved his tenderness and desire to please me. I wanted the same for him.

Patrick’s cock and balls were covered in my essence, the silky wetness making my hands and fingers slide over him with ease. It didn’t take long for him to get hard again.

He sat up and helped me move underneath him, spreading my legs so he could situate himself in between them. We made eye contact while he pushed his big cock back inside me with a grunt, laying over me and nuzzling my cheek and kissing my neck.

I massaged his shoulders and groaned along with him. I was so tired and I began to feel sore between my legs. I didn’t know if I could cum again.

Daddy sat in the chair, watching as the man who saved his life fucked his daughter.

Our eyes met and the words bubbled out of me without warning. “I love you.”

“Oh, Sophia,” whispered Patrick. “I love you, too. You’re wonderful.”

Daddy smiled and mouthed the words back to me.

“Patrick,” I murmured. “Patrick, rub my clit.”

He pushed himself on his knees and pulled my legs over his shoulders, one hand sliding down my leg to stroke my sore bud with his thumb. I held my legs back, giving him greater access to my sopping sex.

It took a little while, but his gentle caress on my clit and his deep, slow thrusts built that familiar pressure back up inside me. My eyes kept flickering toward Daddy. Hours before, he’d been in the very same bed, only his cock had been buried inside my ass. The sexy sensations of being dominated by him, both mind and body, helped bring me to my peak.

I clung to Patrick as a weaker, but no less satisfying orgasm ripped through me, my body sore and completely spent. I pushed his hand away from my aching clit when the pain became too much. He gave me his not long after, driving his big cock into me and painting my insides white with his seed.

He rolled off me with a defeated grunt and I rolled onto my side to kiss his pretty mouth and caress his lean body.

“Stay here with me,” I said. “Take a long rest and you can fuck more of your potent seed into me tomorrow morning.”

He smiled and nodded, kissing me back.

When he feel asleep, I slid of the mattress and climbed into Daddy’s lap, Patrick’s cum trickling out of my pussy and down my thigh. I scooped it up with my fingers and sucked them clean.

Daddy grinned and held me close. “You’re a dirty girl, Sophia. Just like Daddy taught you.”

I kissed his cheek and rested my head on his shoulder, sleep making my eyelids heavy.

“But you’re such a good girl. I’m so proud of you.”

“What was it like? Watching me with him?”

Daddy was quiet for a long time. The sound of his voice jerked me out of a light sleep. “It was harder than I thought, but I’m glad you both enjoyed yourselves. You’re both young and beautiful. That made it easier.”

“He’s a good lay. Like you said.”

Daddy kissed the top of my head and gave me a slap on the butt before pushing me off his lap. “I want what’s best for you. I’d never bring a man around here who couldn’t fuck.”

He stood with a grunt and kissed me softly on the lips. “Get some sleep. He’ll wanna screw when he wakes up.”

The room started spinning and I stepped toward the bed, eager to lay down. “Good night, Daddy. I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. Sleep well.” He opened the door and disappeared, leaving me with Patrick, sound asleep despite our conversation.

I got into bed and snuggled up close. I fell asleep, too stoned to even attempt to sort through any of my thoughts and feeling about what just happened.

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