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“Oh no you don’t, young lady,” he said, taking hold of her waist and lifting her off him as though she was as light as a feather. He threw her down on the mattress. He was crouching overher, breathing heavily. She could feel his cock standing to attention, its bulbous purple head inadvertently creeping up inside her t-shirt, prodding her stomach.
“I was hoping it might be an amber day,” she whispered, looking up at him.
“Sweetheart,” he said softly. “You just made it into a red day.”
She pretended to gasp. “Oh no, Daddy. Does that mean you’re going to make love to me as punishment?”
He didn’t laugh. “Making Daddy’s cock hard as rock by grabbing it without his permission is very, very bad,” he told her sternly. “Daddy is going to struggle to get to sleep in this state.” He reached under the bed. “I think I know the problem, though. The problem is that your pussy’s too hungry.”
“It is,” Mabel said breathily. “It’s ravenous.”
Rip held something up in the dark that made Mabel shiver. She had been hoping for a condom, but instead, it was a gun.
“It’s not a real gun,” he told her. “It’s actually a dildo. But it’s big and hard and merciless, and once I pull the trigger, you might regret ever starting this.” He pressed the trigger on the gun, and Mabel heard it start to vibrate. “Something tells me you’re going to be noisier than ever,” he told her, “so I want you to bite down on this.”
He took his dog tag off from around his neck, and placed the flat metal part between her teeth. Her mouth instantly began to water, but, unable to swallow properly, the spit dribbled down her chin.
Rip placed the barrel of the gun in his mouth, sucking on it, making it nice and wet, and then he pushed the tip of the gun down to the entrance to her sex. “This’ll make you come so hard it shuts you up until morning,” he told her. Then, without further ado, he began to fuck her with the big, black gun.
It vibrated so hard that it made her clit explode with a wild sort of pleasure. So relentless and so intense it was almost unbearable.
“Nnng…” she tried to say.
I can’t…
But she couldn’t speak with the dog tag in her mouth. She couldn’t do anything except take her Daddy’s big fat gun as it thrust deep into her pussy over and over again. He was only a few thrusts in when she felt the climax build inside of her. Not a slow-burn sort of a feeling. No. It was a spike, like receiving a shot of adrenalin right into the center of her clit. She screamed and bucked, but the dog tag muffled her voice and Rip had her pinned down, so the intensity had nowhere to go but her orgasm.
Almost instantly, she felt herself coming so hard that there was a gush in her pussy. She worried that she’d just peed on his sheets, but then she realized: it was cum. She wassquirting. She’d thought that was just a myth, but she felt her pussy muscles tensing and trembling as she shot out another large squirt.
Rip looked down at his hand, noticing her wetness, but he didn’t switch off the gun. Instead, he smiled, and pulled the trigger again, making the vibrations intensify another notch. Still in pieces from her orgasm, Mabel tried to steady her mind, but it was impossible. It was like she was a pinball in an arcade machine, or like she was being thrown around on the deck of a ship in the storm. As the wave of her last orgasm crashed against one side of the ship, the wave of the next one sloshed onto the deck, throwing her in a completely new direction. Again, she felt her pussy do remarkable things. Tensing, exploding, squirting. Things it had never done before.
She began to see bright colors and shapes now. Swirling, whirling dots, like looking through a kaleidoscope. She was no longer inhabiting the earth like everyone else. She was in some strange new Pleasure Land, being forced to take a colossal amount of pleasure all at once, so much she feared her pussy might just split in two.
And then…
Rip pulled the trigger, and the gun stopped. She could still feel the vibrations in her bones, in the muscles of her pussy, in her brain.
She was about to pull out the dog tag and say something, anything, to deflate the tension. But Rip grabbed her wrists and held them by her sides, then his head dove down between her thighs.
His tongue touched all the places that the gun had just been. Circling her clit, delving deep into her vagina, sucking up all the juice that the gun had just coaxed out of her. His soft tongue felt so different to the hard dildo. But it flicked and licked just as mercilessly as the gun had done.
Before she knew it, a third wave was heading for her ship. Already in a heightened state from the previous two orgasms, this third orgasm was electric. The wave rode higher than the other two put together. As her pussy muscles partied over his mouth, she felt it coming: the squirt. Unable to hold back, she squirted hard all over his tongue, deep into the back of his mouth. And amazingly, Rip lapped it all up as though it was champagne.
Then, he looked up at her, wiping his mouth. He let go of her wrists, and took the dog tag out from between her teeth, putting the chain back over his neck.
“I…” stammered Mabel. “I didn’t mean to… I didn’t know I could…”
Rip bent down and kissed her, and she could taste herself on him. Sweet, sexual. “Babygirl,” he whispered. “That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Mabel smiled, relieved. “I think you might have to change the sheets, Daddy.”
“Sweetheart,” he said, “don’t you worry about that. I’ll buy all the sheets in the whole damn world if I have to. If it means we get to do that every night.”
He bent down for another kiss, and she felt how rock-hard he still was. She even felt a dribble of precum down her thigh.
“Are you going to be able to sleep, Daddy?” she asked. “When you’re still so…”
“I was never gonna get any sleep with you in bed next to me,” he growled. “Too much to see. To smell. To touch.” His hand slid under her t-shirt, and he grabbed hold of her breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
