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Chapter 7 – Gina Gets Chocolate Wasted

This is the best night of my life. Daddy has taken me and made me his. I’ve lost track of how many times he’s made me cum. Why did I wait so long to do this? I love being Daddy’s whore.

When he took control of me I was so happy to surrender. I love it when he touches me. I love it when he kisses me. I really love it when he kisses my pussy.

This is what I was meant to be.

“Ready for step seven?” My Daddy asked.

“Yes Daddy.” I was so ready. Finally I get to fuck my Daddy. He’s made me come so much tonight and he hasn’t come at all. Time to change that.

Daddy kissed me; I kissed him back. He grabbed my hips, and sooooo fucking slowly…he put that big pretty dick in my slutty pussy. I felt so full. So complete. He just sat there looking at me and not moving.

“Tell me what you want me to do Gina.” Daddy’s voice was tight, but he was in control.

“Fuck me Daddy…fuck your whore Daddy…fuck your baby girl Daddy…please Daddy…please…” I begged. I thrust myself back on forth on his dick, making my soaking wet pussy grip him tight as I tried to coax him to fuck me…oh god this was torture.

Then he began to move. Slowly at first, then it’s like something snapped in him, and he really started to fuck my slutty hole. I wrapped my legs around him as he rotated his hips from left to right to coat every single part of my pussy. I dug my nails into his back as I met him stroke for stroke.

“Daddy…fuck me daddy…it’s your pussy Daddy…I wanted this for so long…fuck your slut Daddy…I love you Daddy…I’m gonna cum Daddy!”

As soon as I said I was about to cum, Daddy put my legs on his shoulders and really started to pound me.

“MY PUSSY! MY PUSSY! escort ataşehir MINE!” Daddy roared at the top of his lungs as we came together. I felt his hot cum coat my insides and that caused me to come again.

Daddy collapsed on top of me. I loved the heaviness of his body as his dick slowly slipped out of my body. He rolled over beside me, and I snuggled up close as my eyes started to close.

“I love you Gina.”

“I love you Daddy.”


Can I get a hallelujah

Can I get an amen

Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya

When I play the highway FM

I find my soul revival

Singing every single verse

Yeah I guess that’s my church

I am quite sure I’m not the target demographic for country music, but Maren Morris is my GIRL.

Operation Fuck Me Daddy is a success. I’m the girl in the story. I’m finally the main character in my own, real life erotica. Except this isn’t a story. It’s real life. And life is good.

Life is so good I’m up early on a Saturday, singing country music and making breakfast for Daddy and me while he’s out on a run.

It’s been two weeks since Daddy and I became lovers. The best two weeks of my life. We’ve become so much closer since he decided to make me his. We’ve had sex all over this house. We’ve gone on road trips and I’ve sucked his cock while he drives. We Netflix and chill…a lot. My body is sore and bruised from all of our lovemaking, but it’s a good sore.

In between all that sex, we’ve done lots of talking about where we go from here. We both agreed that pregnancy isn’t an option -despite what the stories might say, it’s not a good idea – so I’m still on birth control. I’m going to kadıköy escort bayan finish my nursing degree – I’ve already started practicums – and Daddy is adamant that if I don’t do well, then our relationship ends until my grades get better. Needless to say, I plan to be a model student.

And the final thing Daddy and I agreed on is that we have to tell my brother Cecil. He’s in London completing an internship at a financial services firm -he’s an accountant like Daddy- and should be back home at the end of this month. Cecil is three years older than me and a younger version of Daddy; we’re very close but I don’t know how he’ll take this.

At least I have a little while to think about it.

The random play had just flipped to Bruno Mars and I was dancing to 24K Magic when I felt someone grab me by the waist and whisper in my ear:

“I do like to watch that ass shake. That’s what got us here in the first place”.

I turned to see Daddy’s handsome face smiling at me. I smile back. I love him so much.

“Dance with me Daddy!” Daddy and I do a two step right there in the kitchen. We dance a lot these days. I can feel him getting hard against me. Next thing I know, our smiles turn into kisses that turn into nibbles that turn into clothes coming off in a rush to get closer to each other.

“Daddy…breakfast”, I manage to get out between kisses.

“Babygirl…Prince said it best…Breakfast can wait”. Daddy is silly, but I totally agree.

We make it over to the sofa. Daddy sits and I kneel before him. I give him a slight smile and get to work.

I love the smell of Daddy’s dick, all hard and ready for me. I rub it on my face, taking him all in. He smells like sweat and need and I can’t get enough.

I escort bostancı lick the tip, every so slightly lighter than the rest of his pretty chocolate cock. Daddy lets out a deep moan, and I can taste the precum. I suck on the head, keeping him wet and tight around my mouth. I make my way down Daddy’s cock, sucking and licking and tasting with my mouth while teasing his balls with my hand. I switch it up and take my mouth off his dick and lick on his balls while I stroke him, getting more and more moans from Daddy. I know he’s getting close, so I look him in his eyes and say “Daddy…are you gonna cum on your babygirl’s face? Or is it going down my throat? I’m here to please you Daddy”, then I take him all the way down my throat in one swallow. His pubic hair tickles my nose as I work him with my mouth.

“FUCK…Gina…FUCK!” Daddy is fucking my face now. I love when he does this and just uses me for his pleasure. Over and over he slams his dick down my throat until I feel his hot cum splash all over my mouth.

I look at him and he looks at me. We’re both panting heavily from what just happened, oblivious to everything but each other.

That’s when I hear the clapping. We freeze.

“That was impressive. I need to take lessons.”


We both turn to see the shocked and smiling face of my big brother Cecil.

“Hi Gina, Hi Dad. Is there something you want to tell me?”

Well. Damn.


Author’s note: I apologize for the delay in part 4, and I apologize for this cliffhanger…for now. The way I thought this story was going to end when I first started writing has changed drastically, and I’ve been writing up a storm. This story will continue, but it has to take a break to tell Cecil’s story, which can be found in Gay Male. I hope you read it if you’re so inclined. After Cecil’s story is finished, you can pick up here for the ending. There’s much more for Gina and Marcus to say, and I hope you stick around to listen. Don’t forget to vote! Thank you, cg74

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