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He scoffs. A sound of pity and possession. "Fucking idiot. My babygirl needs to be worshipped. He should have taken his time with you. He should have spread you open and used his tongue. He should have lapped you up until you were begging him to stop." His thumb brushes over your bottom lip. "Isn’t that right?"

All you can do is nod, your throat suddenly tight. You started this conversation to complain, but you both know where it always ends up. With him proving his point.

"Get up," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.

You get to your knees in front of him. He swings his legs off the couch and puts you between them. He pulls down your shorts with a frustrating slowness, his knuckles grazing your stomach. He keeps going, taking them down your hips, along with your panties, leaving you bare from the waist down.

"He probably didn’t even check if you were wet. He just saw a hole he wanted to fuck."

His fingers, warm and sure, part your folds. You’re already dripping for him. The shitty date, the frustration, it all just melts away into pure, simple need.

"See?" he says, showing you the slickness on his fingertips. "This is for me. Not for him."

He replaces his fingers with his mouth. It’s exactly what you were craving. There’s no frantic haste, just slow worship. His tongue traces lazy circles, lapping at your folds before finally finding your clit. He sucks it gently into his mouth, and you can't help but moan. This is what the idiot boy didn’t understand. It’s not a race. Daddy takes his time, listening to the way your breath changes when he swirls his tongue just so.

"Did he make you cum like this?" he asks, his voice a hot vibration against your most sensitive skin. "Did he hold your hips and drink you down until you were shaking?"

"No," you gasp out, your fingers tangling in his hair. You’re already close, so close.

He gives you one last, long lick, then pulls back, leaving you whining and desperate on the edge.

"Of course not," he says, standing up and yanking his own pants down. He’s thick and hard, and the sight of him makes your cunt clench. He knows what’s best. He knows exactly what you need.

"On your hands and knees. On the couch," he orders.

You obey without a thought, crawling onto the cushions and arching your back for him. You hear him behind you, feel the heat of his body before he even touches you. He presses the head of his cock against your entrance, slick with your wetness.

"He probably just shoved it in. No warning. Just pounded into you."

"Yes." you breathe, bracing yourself.

"Not me," he whispers, and then he pushes into you, slowly, stretching you, filling you inch by agonizing inch. You gasp as he bottoms out, completely possessing you. He stays still for a moment, letting you feel the sheer size of him.

"I’m going to fuck you right," he promises.

He starts slow. Not the selfish pumping of a boy trying to get off, but a powerful, claiming thrust that hits all the right places. With every push, he reminds you who you belong to.

"He didn’t fuck you like this." he grunts, his hand gripping your hip, his thumb pressing into the flesh. "He didn’t find that spot deep inside that makes your legs tremble."

"He didn't, Daddy," you moan, your voice strained. Your mind is going blank. There’s only the feeling of him filling you, the slap of his skin against yours, his voice in your ear, saying everything you need to hear.

"He didn’t pull your hair and tell you what a good little slut you are for taking his cock." He gives a sharp tug, and your head snaps back.

"No," you sob.

His pace quickens, his thrusts getting harder, faster, more brutal. He’s fucking all the frustration and disappointment out of you, replacing it with a raw, mindless pleasure. He knows your body. He knows when to slow down, when to speed up, when to slam into you so hard your vision whites out.

You feel your orgasm building, a tight, coiling knot deep in your belly. It’s coming fast. You’re going to fall apart for him.

"Cum for me. Show me how much better Daddy's cock is."

You feel him go rigid, his hips locked against yours. He drives into you, a final, deep thrust that seats him all the way against your cervix. You feel his cock begin to throb, a powerful pulse that signals he's about to break. Then the first hot jet of his release is flooding you. The feeling, the raw heat, the possession of it, that sends you over.

Your own orgasm follows, helpless, spasms that clench around him, milking every last drop. He groans, slumping against you before pulling out slowly and collapsing onto the couch beside you, pulling you into his arms. He wraps you up in the blanket, your naked, sticky bodies pressed together.

You rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow down. You feel safe. You feel owned. You feel so fucking good.

"See? You just need someone who knows what they're doing."

The other guys chuckle in agreement. Your cheeks flush hot, but the craving for another hit is a physical ache in your chest. You need to get higher. You need to chase that feeling until you disappear completely.

"Like what?" you hear yourself ask, your voice sounding small and distant.

"Grab your tits," he says, his eyes glinting. "Let’s see you play with them a little."

For a second, you hesitate. Then you look at the blunt, so close. It’s an easy trade. Your hands, feeling like they belong to someone else, move up to the front of your shirt. You cup your breasts, the fabric rough against your palms. You give them a squeeze. A cheer goes through the room.

He grins and hands you the blunt. You take the deepest drag yet, the smoke searing your throat in the best way. The world tilts, and you melt back into the couch with a satisfied sigh.

The next round, it’s the same game. The blunt is held hostage.

"Something else," another voice demands. "Take something off."

The world is syrupy now, your thoughts a slow, happy river. The idea isn't embarrassing anymore. It’s just part of the game. Part of the price. You pull your shirt over your head and toss it onto the floor, leaving you in just your jeans and a plain black bra. Their eyes are all over you, hungry and dark. You're starting to feel a different kind of high, one that starts between your legs. You get your reward, sucking down the smoke greedily.

You’re so fucking high. Your head is a messy puddle of pleasure and fog. When the blunt is denied again, a genuine whine escapes your lips. You’re desperate.

"You really want it that bad?" the guy next to you asks, a real challenge in his voice this time. He sounds like he’s joking. "Fine. Get over here and bounce on my cock for it."

The room goes quiet. They’re all watching you, waiting for you to blush and refuse. They think they’ve finally found your limit.

But the thought isn’t even shocking. It’s… right. The idea slides into your hazy mind and fits perfectly.

Without a word, you push yourself off the couch and crawl over to him. You hear the sharp intake of breath from the other guys. You hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down. You look up at him, and his smirk is gone, replaced by stunned, raw hunger.

His cock is already thick and hard, springing free from his jeans. You reach out, your hand closing around him, and he groans. You don’t hesitate. You slip your jeans and panties off, then guide yourself down onto his lap, the blunt head of his cock pressing into your pussy.

You start to bounce. Softly at first, then with more purpose, grinding down. It's so intense. This is better than the weed. So much better.

Then, hands are on you. Someone is behind you, his fingers digging into your hips, another guy’s mouth is on your neck, sucking hard. Your bra is unhooked and pulled away. Hands cup your bare breasts, thumbs flicking your nipples until they’re aching pebbles.

You’re pulled off his lap and pushed down onto your hands and knees on the floor. Someone’s tongue invades your mouth while another positions his cock at your entrance.

He shoves inside you without warning. You scream, but it’s a sound of pure pleasure. He fucks you hard and rough, his hips slamming against you. Before you can even catch your breath, another cock replaces the tongue, thrusting into your waiting mouth. You take it all, gagging as you suck, your eyes rolling back in your head.

The cock in your mouth pulls out, leaving you gasping, your throat aching. The one fucking you from behind slams into you one last time, his hot cum flooding your pussy as he groans your name. He collapses onto your back, spent.

For a moment, there’s a lull. The room is thick with the smell of sweat, sex, and stale smoke. You’re on all fours, trembling, your mind a blissful, empty void. Then the craving hits again.

You turn your head, your eyes hazy and searching. Another guy is kneeling in front of you, his cock thick and ready in his hand. Your mouth waters.

"Another hit," you beg, the words tumbling out before you can think. "Please… I need another hit."

He understands the new game perfectly. He grabs your hair and guides your mouth onto his cock. You take him in eagerly, sucking down on him like you’re trying to pull smoke from an ember. You suck until he’s groaning, until his hips start to buck, until he’s pushing your head down, fucking your throat. He comes fast, a hot, thick rush you swallow without thinking.

He pulls out. Another is already there to take his place.

It becomes a rhythm. A new rotation. They use your mouth, your pussy, your ass. You’re passed between them, a communal toy. And with every new cock, you beg for it.

"One more hit… please," you whine as you’re flipped onto your back, your legs pulled wide open.

A new guy settles between them, his cock pressing against your soaked cunt. He slides in and you cry out, the feeling of being stretched and filled all over again making you squirm. You wrap your legs around his waist, taking every brutal thrust. Your head lolls to the side, and you see another cock waiting by your mouth. You don’t even need to be told. You open wide and take it, your cheek pressed to the ground, your body being used from both ends.

You take their cocks, drawing out their pleasure, making them groan and shudder. You don't stop until they’re spent, until they’ve given you everything.

Finally, you’re lying on the floor, a slick, trembling mess. Your body is a beautiful ruin of spit and sweat and their cum. You’re dazed, your muscles aching. But the craving is still there, a low thrum deep inside you.

"One… more… hit…" you whisper to the ceiling, your voice barely there.

They surround you. Standing over you, their cocks all hard again, slick and dripping. You look up at them through barely open eyes, your mouth falling slack in invitation. This is it. The final, perfect drag.

and he guides her legs apart and runs his hand up her thigh. then he rubs her over her panties. she squeals and tries to close her legs, surprised by the sudden jolt of pleasure. but he holds her legs open and says "are you a big girl, do you like it?"

"yes daddy I'm a big girl"

"you like it?"

"yes daddy I like it, I'm a big girl"

he rubs her slowly but with a firm pressure and she squirms

"daddy it feels weird"

"I thought you liked it baby?"

"I do like it but it feels weird, is it supposed to feel weird?"

"yes baby, it's supposed to feel exactly how you're feeling"

he slips her panties off and spreads her legs far apart so he can get a good look at her little parts. then he leans in and gives her clit a gentle kiss. she gasps.

"big girls like kisses here, are you a big girl? did you like it?"

"yes daddy I'm a big girl, I like it"

"okay baby, I'm gonna give my big girl lots of kisses here"

she squirms as his kisses turn into gentle licks and he presses his tongue inside her hole. she rolls her hips and moans.

"looks like someone wants more. you really are a big girl"

"I am daddy, I'm big like you!" her voice comes out in gasps as her dad starts to suck on her clit. "ah! daddy that's too much! stop it daddy!"

he pulls back with a grin

"see, I win, you are a little girl after all"

"no I'm not! I like it daddy! you can do it some more cause I like it cause I'm a big gi- ah!" she's cut off when he sucks her clit back in his mouth. he moans around her clit and the vibration makes her squeak

he sucks on her clit until she's writhing trying involuntarily to get away, when he switches to tongueing her hole. he presses his tongue inside her as deep as it will go and then fucks it in and out of her hole. she lets out a low moan and rolls her hips in time with him.

"oh, I like that daddy. I like it, I like it, I like it-" this time she means it. his tongue is almost soothing. it's warm and feels so good inside her.

he starts to rub gentle circles around her clit with his thumb and she arches her back and moans

"daddy it's so much" her voice comes out shaky, like she's about to cry

"I know baby, I know. youre doing so good for me my angel"

he starts rolling his hips, grinding against the mattress, and moans a deep growly moan into her cunt.

he gets carried away.

he switches to suck on her clit and pushes a finger inside her. his fingers are thick and her hole is so tiny, she gasps as it stretches her open. he tries to go slow, to help her get used to it, but he can't help himself. in a moment he's pumping his finger in and out of her little cunt and sucking roughly on her clit. it's overwhelming, she starts sobbing and begging him to stop. but he acts like he can't hear her, he's so lost in it

as she gets closer to cumming her sobs turn to wails and her throat is getting raw from crying

"I don't like it daddy, stop please stop, I said I don't like it, I don't like it anymore, it's too much dad, I don't like it im not a big girl I'm a little kid I just want to be a kid I don't want to do this anymore please daddy please"

but her pleas fall on deaf ears. he slips another finger in and she cries out in pain. he only has one arm to hold her in place but that's all he needs, she's just so tiny. the closer she gets to cumming the harder she cries. everything is building and building until she's flailing and arching her back and her whole body tenses up, and she cums on her dad's tongue

he moans and pounds his hips against the mattress as she cums, not stopping or slowing down, overstimulating her poor kid cunt until he cums in his pants and moans. then he crawls up to collapse on top of her and hold her while she sobs into his chest. he wipes her tears and kisses her head, and strokes her hair gently

"you really are a big girl, baby. only big girls can do what you just did. I'm so proud of you"

she sniffles and looks up at him with big teary eyes. "really?"

"really, baby. you did so good my angel. you handled that just like a big girl"

"even though I cried daddy?"

"even big girls cry sometimes princess. the important thing is you were able to make it all the way through and daddy didn't have to stop, because you were just so brave and so strong for me"

she smiles through her tears and leans up to gently kiss his cheek. "I love you daddy"