**Stretch my pussy until I cry**
To set the scene, it's a W..
🕑 Added 2022-06-09 04:00:28 +0000 UTC
**Stretch my pussy until I cry**
To set the scene, it's a Wednesday night and daddy has been fingering me in a way that makes my pussy feel completely full and insanely good. That's probably why it took my brain so long to catch up with the reality of what was happening to me... that this night was going somewhere much edgier than I had expected. But to defend my ignorance, it was a fucking Wednesday, and getting your pussy stretched really seems like a weekend activity.
My mind was happily floating around somewhere in subspace as I savored the delicious feeling of fullness and waited for my orgasm to build. But my brain came crashing back into my body for a moment when I felt the sharp burning pain of daddy's four fingers pushing inside me past his knuckles.
I shrieked. Or screamed. Or made some other awful sound that I'm sure I would be embarrassed about if I was in my right mind. My body tensed, I tried to squirm away from daddy's hand, tried to shut my legs, anything to get some relief from the pressure. But he had me held firmly where he wanted me.
He slowed his movements a little, but continued to rub his fingers against my insides. "Open your legs." I can't. Won't. It hurts too much. But after he tells me a few more times I let my knees drop back down and relax my body. The stinging starts to subside and I start to remember that I want to cum. I REALLY want to cum.
I feel another increase of pressure as he slides his thumb inside me and the pain comes back stronger.
I want to cry. Want to scream. "Daddy, it hurts."
"Of course, babygirl, its going to hurt but you can do it." He pauses and swirling his tongue across my clit. Tells me to relax.
I lay my head back, close my eyes, try to breathe through the pain. But as he resumes pushing I cant take it. I start begging. “No. It’s too much. Please. I can’t.”
Daddy doesn't make me. He slowly pulls his hand back, relieving the pressure and pain. I cant tell exactly, I think maybe he has four fingers still inside me, but has pulled his hand out past the knuckles.
He doesnt stop entirely though. He starts to fuck me with his four fingers and leans down to lick my clit again. My body was so close to cumming already, I didn't realize how much I would love this fullness, so I cum quicky. But not before I feel his fingers press and stretch my pussy again.
Hips raised off the bed, body convulsing, tears streaming down my face, wetness gushing out of my pussy down his hand and face, muscles spasming and clenching around his fingers. I finish cumming but he doesn't stop, just prolongs my orgasm as he continues to lick my clit. I try to escape, but get exactly nowhere, until I finally pull together enough brain power to say my safe word.
I collapse back on the bed in a puddle of my own cum. Final waves of orgasm still rolling through me as my brain slowly starts to register the burning pain of my ga ping pussy. And look up to see him smirking down at me, before he fixes my hair behind my ear and telling me how well I’d done.
The next day as I try to work and ignore the distraction of my constantly aching pussy, I feel calm and sweet and not the slightest bit bratty.
When can we do it again?
