F a m i l y T i e s ⁿˢᶠʷ ━━━ fatherfigure & pink.

[Pink.]

Entombed by his arms, held firm against his chest, impaled by his sex. She was breathless. Trembling. And then his soft lips were against her neck, teeth and scruff dragging over her skin as his palm started to slide down the valley of her belly toward her sex… a tenderness at odds with the brutality of his assault that made her head spin. When his fingers finally found her pussy, a full-bodied shiver coursed through her, making her plea for mercy falter just as his mouth captured hers. Pleasure, anticipation and discomfort all mixed into an addictive cocktail that his daughter savored. His hands, mouth and cock worked in such perfect tandem that she had no option but to let go. To release whatever panicked grip she was still wrestling to cling to control with. But it was her stepdad whom she trusted to care for her above all others, always had been. Her own blood had abandoned her, but he had stayed. As solid and secure as the day he had been introduced to her as "Mommy's new friend". If there was anyone she could trust, it was him. Still, letting go was terrifying. Her heart thundered in her chest, tears dampened her cheeks and a loud, insistent voice in her head shouted for her to maintain her grip, but she let go of her last tether of control and free fell into her father's arms. The wetness conjured by his ministrations coated his fingers, dampening her thighs and helped ease the weight of her tiny figure over his painfully thick throbbing inside her. She opened her eyes to stare into his as he encouraged her, the flesh of her lower lip jutted forward in a strained pout even as she felt herself slide down his pole another inch. The discomfort was slowly beginning to wane, but not by much. The burning in her backside lingered stubbornly, even after her ass was nestled firmly in the cradle of his hips. She exhaled a sharp breath of relief. Liling felt… exultant. It was otherworldly, the sensation of his cock buried to the hilt inside her ass while his hand rubbed and massaged her cunt– it was less than a second before she started to move, her abdomen flexing as she started to swivel her hips, rolling her body with and against him, feeling a sudden surge of warmth blooming in her womb as her breath became sharper, shallower… "Oh, oh! Oh my god—Dad–Daddy!" The orgasm was swift. Merciless. Her nails dug into his forearm, pushing against his hand reflexively as her spine bowed and her quivering figure pressed back against his pelvis hard as the climax took her by complete surprise.​

 

[Father Figure]

And that was all he needed. William slid free of that beautiful backside, and in doing so he moved the young woman slightly back from the precipice so that she could settle herself once more upon shaky legs. One hand gave that bottom a small reassuring pat as if he was pleased with her performance, like she had just done a good job out and was being rewarded with a small swat of encouragement. William stepped fully away from her, his body spent, muscles heavy with the satisfying ache that only comes after pushing past the limits of endurance. The morning sun, now higher in the sky, kissed his skin, glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. His breaths came slow and deep, filling his lungs with the warm summer air, as his chest rose and fell with a steady rhythm. He wiped the dampness from his brow with the back of his hand, the cool breeze offering a reprieve from the exertion. Crossing back to his chair, he moved with languid ease, each step deliberate, having made the point that he felt was necessary. The intense evening had wrung every ounce of energy from him, and coupled with this recent exertion, there was nothing left to do but surrender to the serene calm that followed. His body no longer required effort, only rest. He eased into the low-slung armchair, the cushions yielding beneath his weight as he stretched out, his limbs falling into place with a lazy grace. The chair cradled him, and he leaned his head back, eyes half-closed, the warm sun pooling across his face. The soft hum of the breeze rustled the awning above him, and he smiled smugly with satisfied contentment. He could feel the gentle thrum of his pulse still echoing in his temples, but his body had already begun to soften into relaxation. His gaze wandered lazily back towards Liling, ravaged and beautiful, and more than likely a bit off kilter at the sudden change in what had occurred. Yet, the truth was simply that her Father had wanted to make damn sure she understood the dynamic between them. She could play at being a brat, but he would not countenance the reality of it. And as he looked upon the beauty, he seemed the living embodiment of some ancient Greek god, Bacchus drunk on lovemaking and lust, ardor suffusing his muscular frame. His eyes lidded, his smile gentle upon his lips, and his limbs languid. All save for one, that massive shaft still achingly hard, so heavy that it leaned over towards his left thigh like a tree weighed down by its branches. William’s hand came to rest on his thigh as he watched the young girl, there was no need to say a single word as his hand wrapped around himself and he began to stroke. Slow languid movements of his fingers were designed to almost torture himself. Like her Daddy was edging as he studied her, drawing out the suffering, making sure that he lasted as long as humanly possible. And she could see that it was done with purpose, her father enjoying this, a man erect and thick who was not desperate to get to the finish line, but in fact struggling to prevent that very thing. In complete and absolute control of his desire, to the point that he could deny himself if he so chose. Though it seemed he was choosing, at least in some small part, and his words were soft and lulling as he spoke to her. No, commanded to her. “Come close, angel, lay your head on my thigh. I want you near.”​

 

[Pink.]

'Shaky' didn't begin to describe her legs. Liling leaned heavily against the railing once the brace of her father's body fell away. Her eyes closed, lips parted as she fought to catch her breath. To regain any control at all over herself as pleasure and pain pushed and pulled like the surf against the beach. Her fingers slowly unfurled from their grip from the railing, hips shifting as her weight swayed from one leg to the other so she could turn to face where her father had gone to settle. With her back against the barrier, she settled one palm low against her belly while the other lifted to rake through her hair and pull the mussed midnight threads from her face. Her body was flushed. Her cheeks, neck and breasts were nearly as pink as her bottom and thighs. The late morning sun warmed her shoulders and back, and highlighted natural streaks of mahogany and chestnut in her otherwise deeply onyx hair. She could feel his cum leaking out of her body– glistening at the back of her legs and presenting a physical reminder of the uncomfortable lesson her stepdad had just taught her. One she wouldn't soon forget, even when a sizable part of her considered denying his orders now to see just how far she could continue to push it— but Liling had a lifetime to test the boundaries of her father's expectations, and her poor backside was too sore to take anymore abuse. And, truth be told, the sight of him lounging there… casually stroking his hand up and down the length of his mighty cock… the half-lidded warmth in his eyes… he presented an invitation she would never find the power in her to refuse. With unsteady strides, she closed the distance between them with the elegance of a newly born fawn before she grasped his knees in her hands to steady herself before melting to the ground on her knees. Liling did her best to hide her grimacing and wincing, but when her gaze met William's it was pinched with the ache she still suffered. Between his knees, the difference in their size seemed magnified. She could fit easily in the emptiness directly in front of him, her 4'10" body framed by the thick, muscular columns of his outstretched legs as her cheek laid gently against his flesh, just above his knee, and those bottomless black pools started their journey down his broad chest and abdomen to his monstrous, swollen member just before her face. Her gaze smoldered, the flesh of her lower lip pulled between her teeth by her tongue before she flicked her attention back up to her father's visage– watching him for any sign that she should stop what she did next. Gently, exploratorily, her left hand slid along the thin, sensitive skin of his right inner thigh as her right hand wrapped around his left knee and slid beneath the perch of her chin. Effectively wrapping her arm around his leg while the other drifted casually up the length of his thigh toward the full, heavy balls and rigid prick at his center. "Am I still–" she stopped to turn her head into her shoulder and clear her throat, her voice hoarse from her whining and pleading, eyelashes fluttering against her ruddy cheeks before she sniffled and brought her attention back up to his face. The brutality of their coupling at complete odds with the serenity that blanketed them now. "Am I still grounded, Daddy?"​

 

[Father Figure]

William leaned his head back, his eyes fluttering closed as the sun’s rays pressed warmly against his skin. The light filtered through his eyelids in a soft, golden haze, and though the day was serene, something beneath the surface of his calm exterior stirred. A hungry desire to hurt his beautiful daughter, to punish her, even if he had already done so. Like a monster that had been unleashed but did not want to be put back into its cage. He could feel the warmth of the morning sinking into his muscles, loosening him after the rigorous morning exertion, yet his mind mulled the question the beautiful girl so close to him had posed. William raised an arm to shield his face, the soft rustling of the awning above soothing, though the intensity was deep as his little angel spoke to him. The problem was a subtle one, much like every problem that they had faced in the last twenty-four hours. It was not a matter of right or wrong, those were easy enough to define, but something more elusive, a decision that required balance, care, and perhaps a certain willingness to face something uncomfortable. Would this be considered yielding to her, would this be another line in the sand that he let her cross, or would she be grateful for the change of his mood? The fact that she was asking was a sincere step in the right direction. He let his head fall to one side, his neck stretched lazily against the chair, breathing in the fragrant air. His body was at peace, The breeze picked up again, a cool caress against his overheated skin, and he exhaled slowly, almost involuntarily as Liling’s lovely hands for their targets and he felt her soft fingertips begin to stroke that thick cock, his balls heavy in her palm. This was no doubt torture of the finest sort for the older man, a denial of his desires that bordered on edging. When he came, whenever that might be, it was going to be a torrent. Yet he had not touched her as of yet, not spoken in the slightest, as if the problem at hand was a vexing one. Still, that kind of indifference could only last so long, and his hand finally came down to leisurely brush across her upper arm before resting on her shoulder. It was a simple gesture, yet defining, a grown man looking for stability and reassurance just as she was. Using the touch as a means to reconnect after having been so ruthless to her tiny little body. His eyes blinked open, half lidded, and he gave her the tiniest of smiles. More a quirking of the side of his lips than anything else. “No, baby.” The words came with a quiet appreciation, as if they had made it through something more than the mere physical brutishness that Liling had been forced to endure. Another steppingstone in their growing relationship. His legs spread a little wider as she came close, one muscled leg moving to curl upwards, before hanging towards the side, putting him in an even more vulnerable position. The other flexed with the intense physical sensations pounding through his tall frame, his quadricep tightening and then relaxing underneath her head. “I think we can safely say that you can do whatever you want, within reason. After all, I know you’ll always come home to be with me. Won’t you?” With a soft sigh, William let his head fall back again, as if everything were settled before whispering. “Put a finger in me, honey. Make Daddy cum.”​

 

[Pink.]

lalalalala "After all, I know you’ll always come home to be with me. Won’t you?” Liling felt a stuttering in her chest at the mere thought of not having him at home, at not having him in her life, waiting for her– a dryness in her throat, a heaviness on her tongue. Her eyes lined with silver, emotions on high as she shook her head subtly. Not at him, not as an answer, but as a response to the mere thought of an existence without him. She'd been so ready to go toe to toe with him yesterday morning, but now…? She couldn't stomach the thought. "Always," she replied earnestly, those deeply emotional onyx eyes watching his expression and posture carefully before he seemed satisfied with her response and relaxed back in the adirondack with heavily lidded eyes. His request– his command– sent shivers down her spine to the pool of molten heat between her thighs. Her eyes closed in response, her cheek turning against his hand squeezing her shoulder as her thumb swept up the underside of his heavy cock and captured a bead of precum with the pad. Deliberately, she followed the trail of the thick, pulsing vein to his sack before her wrist turned and her fingers slipped further below; cupping his balls in her palm as her fingers started to circle and explore the sensitive pucker. That's when her eyes re-opened, thick lashes parting to watch his face as she slowly unfurled and peeled herself away from his thigh so that she could once again grasp the mighty phallus as she started to apply pressure to his sphincter. Just a little bit. Just a tease, really, as her other hand tugged and pulled at her Daddy's cock now that her weight was more sturdily distributed over her knees, and her tongue dipped between his cheeks to replace her fingertips. Her nose swiped up the center of his balls, her tongue swirling to trace the lines of his anus before they curled and pulled his sack into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. With confidence, and with ease, Liling's middle finger popped past the tight ring of resistance to her first knuckle as he shuddered from the conflicting pleasures both her hands and mouth wrought. "Too much?" she asked after pulling her lips and tongue just far enough away from his full, heavy balls to be comprehensible, those black eyes smoldering with an addictive heat as her finger continued to push in a little further as her grip on his cock squeezed just beneath the flared head– her mouth returning to his balls before he could answer. It would be impossible to miss that her fist was unable to close completely around his girth, and yet he had forced it inside of her ass only moments before… Her finger was nothing compared to his cock, so she didn't stop until she was two-knuckles deep. A little discomfort seemed only fair, the sadistic streak within her whispered.​

 

[Father Figure]

What an absolutely indescribable feeling. His head tilted back, and his eyes practically rolled into the back of his head, unable to keep his gaze fixed upon Liling as she pushed her fingers deep within his backside. For William, like most men, there was a strange paradox when it came to anal penetration. Men of all ages struggled with the acceptance of how good it felt whether that was societal in nature, simple upbringing, or natural inclinations. William was no different than his compatriots in this regard, though he had experimented far more than most ever did. A toy now and then when nobody was around, a curious finger in the shower. He had always recognized that his ejaculation held an intensity during such moments but had never decided to share with a woman his desire to pursue more. And the equation was a simple one when you got down to it. Many women, or at least what William had been taught, found the act of anal disgusting. Especially when it was a man involved. It emasculated him, turned him into someone to cuck, to use, just a simp. William did not have a submissive bone in his body, but that did not mean he did not dream of being pegged hard by a cute little woman. Why was that so hard to find in life? Apparently though, dreams do come true and the last twenty-four hours was a revelatory for them both. Liling could have taken his heartbeat by placing her tongue against the underside of that massive shaft. He was swollen, engorged, absolutely aching in size as his cock twitches of its own accord. She asked a question, but there was no immediate reply from the older man. At least not verbally. Instead, her father unabashedly wriggled his hips, adjusting himself and tilting upwards so that those fingers found their wait completely within him, that tight unused hole flexing around slender digits her as he achingly suffered. It was not the most comfortable of things, nor was it done in a tit for tat. Interestingly he rather enjoyed the stretching sensation, and certainly the pressure being applied to his prostate deep within. Suddenly William’s breathing went from deep and full of intense satisfaction, to swift and fast, driven with the inexplicable need to find his salvation in the orgasm. “Oh God, oh god, oh Liling…oh baby…fu…fuck…FUCK!” The words resonated with an emotion she had not heard from him, not even in his previous explosive orgasms. Like he had lost all control. The tidal wave of pleasure overwhelmed him, sending him careening into a territory he had never experienced. William’s legs spread wide, his shaft held in her hand, and the pulse of ejaculate raced upwards within that monstrous cock, flexing beneath her dainty hand encircling his girth. The torrent of seed that poured out of him was far more akin to a geyser than anything else, spraying upwards with force that covered the young woman’s face like she was a Jackson Pollock painting. It was searing with heat, thick ropey strands that fell in layers cross her exotic features, bosom, forearms, and wrists. Her father’s teeth nearly squeaked with how hard he was grinding them, his glutes flexing so tightly that the fingers buried within him paid the price for being there. And his hands, how exquisite to see a man’s hands grip the arms of that chair in helpless desperation at the rawness of the feelings. Like his very life depended on it, a rollercoaster of unending sensation. Slowly it ebbed, little whimpers leaving the back of his throat as his body relaxed and his eyes opened to gaze at the results. There was something there, something in them, that was more than just lust. It was the thought that Liling was more beautiful now, used and abused, than she had ever been in his eyes before. So precious for the very fact that she could do this for him and be something nobody else had ever been. She was treasured, priceless, and heaven in mortal form. And God above, did he love her.​