The Best Father’s Day Present [MF]

After we ate the dinner my mom made, she looked ready to collapse. Yawning loudly, she walked over and kissed my stepdad on the forehead. She told me to make sure to go to bed early so I wouldn’t be late for work tomorrow, and then made her way upstairs. I caught the glance my stepdad shot her, the eager hope in his eyes, the way he watched her ass swaying up the steps before it disappeared. But she genuinely seemed exhausted, and who could blame her after working two shifts in a row over the weekend? The hospital couldn’t let her take the days off; it was only Father’s Day after all.

My stepdad sank the leather couch beside me, the disappointment clear on his face, and I finally knew the perfect present to give him. I’d felt so bad during dinner when mom presented her lasagna and my stepbrother, who’d gone to the gym, gave him a brand-new watch. All I’d given him was a mug that said, “World’s Best Dad.” I couldn’t think of what to get him. What’s the best way to tell my white stepdad how I really felt about him?

“I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything special this year.” I curled up on my side, my legs tucked underneath me. The way I was lying made my butt look much bigger than usual, and the thin fabric of my gray pajamas struggled to contain it.

He glanced at it once, then again before placing his hand on my ankle and stroking my foot. “It’s okay, princess. I’m just happy you think I’m the world’s best.” He glanced at my ass again, and I couldn’t help but smile, glad now that I hadn’t worn any panties to dinner. Surely, he could tell.

I stretched out the leg he was holding and placed my foot on his lap. He raised an eyebrow, but he started to massage my foot, pulling on each toe individually. I closed my eyes and let him continue, feeling the lust rumbling within me as every naughty thought I’ve harbored for him flashed through my mind. His large, strong hands worked their way up my leg, and when they got to my thighs, he stopped and sighed.

“Everything alright?” I asked.

His cheeks reddened when I caught him glancing at my ass again. “Honestly, I was hoping for a little quality time with your mom. But you know how she can be after double shifts.”

“Yeah,” I said, shaking my head. Something wicked twisted in my thoughts. “She doesn’t understand your needs.”

For a moment our eyes met. He licked his lips. “What do you mean?”

“You’re a large man, daddy.” With my big toe, I found the bulge in his pants and nudged his cock.

The shudder that went through him made me laugh, and he glanced back at the stairwell. But there was no sign of her. Considering how tired she was, she was definitely fast asleep.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His hands were still on my legs, but he was clenching down on my thighs hard. I curled my toes around his growing cock. It was already so hard and long. He watched as I slid a hand into my sweats.

“I think I know what to give you,” I whispered, watching his eyes flicker from my face to my crotch as I rubbed myself in gentle circles. My pussy was wet enough to make lewd sounds, and I think that was what sent him over the edge.

He glanced at the stairs one last time. Then he looked down at my foot pressing his throbbing cock against his thigh. He swallowed hard, then grabbed the waistline of my pajamas.

“Fuck,” he growled, his hands trembling against my belly. “This has to stay just between me and you.”

“Of course, daddy. This will be our little secret. And just this one time.” I raised my hips, and he yanked my pants off.

He dropped it on the coffee table and stared at my pussy, hunger and lust leaving him dumbfounded as he inhaled deeply. “God, princess. You smell so fucking good.”

I felt ready to melt. My daddy was looking at my naughty little lips. After all these years of dreaming about him, it was finally happening.

He ran his fingers through my hairs, the bush I’d been growing. “Your mum keeps it completely shaved, you know?”

“I like having my own forest, daddy.” I whimpered when he grabbed a fistful and tugged. “But you’ll have to water it so that it can grow.” He patted my pussy, rubbed my clit, then slapped my throbbing wet lips. The stinging brought tears to my eyes and I sat up with a cry.

“My beautiful college girl,” he whispered, planting a kiss on my forehead.

I bit my lip and waited for him to kiss me again. “I want to be more, daddy. I want to be your little Asian cumslut.” I pulled up my t-shirt and placed his hand on my belly. “I want you to cum inside my pussy.”

The look he gave me made my heart stumble. His fingers slid up my shirt and teased my nipple. My breasts weren’t as big as mom’s, but they were still a firm perky handful. I thought he would deny my request and walk away when he stood, but instead, he asked if I was on the pill. “Are you on birth control?” His voice was gruff as he undid his pants. He slid them down to his knees but didn’t take them off.

He towered over me. I felt my ass sinking into the leather couch, felt my wet pussy pressed against the warm leather, and felt the aching in my heart that refused to settle down as I glanced at his monstrous cock. It was so big and hard, a beautiful shade of pink, and twitching. I couldn’t believe my mom would ever turn down his big white cock. If this were mine, I’d pleasure it all day long. And despite all the papers I wrote on racial inequality and the struggle for identity, I felt this desperate need to worship his cock. I wanted to fulfill the role of his claimed Asian woman tonight.

“Do you like it?” he asked as he brought it within my reach. I moaned, cupping my hands beneath him gently as I lifted his hefty weight and laid it down on my face.

I looked up at him, his cock against my cheek, my forehead. “I love it, daddy. You’re amazing.”

He stroked my hair as I nuzzled his length, massaging his balls with my tongue. I couldn’t wrap my hands all the way around; his cock was thicker than my wrists. “Are you on the pill?” he asked again.

Holding on to his cock, I stood on the couch so that my face was level to his. He’s sweating and flushed, but I could only imagine the crazed look in my eyes. “Yes,” I said quickly before pushing the answer into his mouth with my tongue while I jerked him off with my hands.

And I knew he couldn’t restrain himself any longer. I felt the tenseness of his muscles; the ferociousness of his kisses as he forced his tongue against my teeth. With a grunt, he pushed me down onto the couch and spread my thighs so that my legs were on either side of him, my feet resting on the coffee table. Then he slapped his cock down on the small of my belly, pressing his balls into my pussy. His length reached up to my tits, and I grabbed the edge of the couch and whimpered at the hunger on his face.

This thing would tear me in half; my step daddy had the biggest dick I’d ever seen.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his breathing coming fast and ragged. I shut my eyes as he slid the weight of his cock off my belly and pressed the tip against my lips.

“I love you, daddy.”

That was confirmation enough, and he pushed lightly. The tip spread my lips and disappeared inside, and I couldn’t help but moan as I felt my stepfather enter me for the first time.

“Quiet,” he said, putting a finger up to my lips and checking the stairwell.

I sucked in a deep breath and nodded. “I’m okay.” I spread my legs wide, planting my feet on the floor. I looked up at the concentration on his strained face. He pushed slowly, but I’ve never had anything of his magnitude before. His cock was so fat and big, like a column in an ancient Roman alter where I was being sacrificed to the gods.

He was splitting me apart in the best possible way, and I couldn’t help but clench my ass and tighten everything around him, feeling him throb inside me, making him groan.

“Don’t do that,” he spat through gritted teeth. He clenched the top of the couch with one hand and pressed down on my belly with the other. “You’re so tight, princess. Daddy can’t do this.”

“Maybe I should be on top?” I said quietly, stroking his arm.

He took a deep breath and slid out. I’d only managed a quarter of his length, but I knew I could take more of him. I wanted to feel as much of my stepdad as I could. I sat up, rubbing my pussy, my lips aching to be stretched again, the juices flowing and desperate. My insides hurt, but it was like pressing down on a delicious bruise. I wanted more. I wanted to be broken.

He sat on the couch, taking the center this time, his large frame claiming most of the space. I climbed onto his lap, feeling tiny and needy, like the dolls he would buy me when I was younger. I rolled up my t-shirt and guided his cock to my folds and swirled his precum around.

Groaning, he tried to say something, but I bit down on his bottom lip. He placed his hands on my ass as I attempted to take his cock again.

Slowly, slower than before, kissing him with all my might to muffle the moans building up in my throat, we made progress.

“It’s so fucking big,” I whispered. I felt it with every beat of my heart, felt his presence with my entire body.

But with each breath, I took him deeper and deeper, rubbing my clit with one hand. We kissed and slobbered over each other as tears streamed down my cheeks and he massaged my ass until finally, I couldn’t fit any more of his cock. But it was enough that I sat down on his lap with a satisfying smack and a shuddering gasp.

“Holy fucking Christ,” he said through clenched jaws as he buried his nose in my hair and held me against him. “Your mom could never take me like this.”

I wish he’d taken off his clothes. And that he’d torn off my t-shirt so I could press my breasts to his large chest and feel his strong heart beating against mine. But having his cock buried in my being was more than enough… for now.

I wrapped my arms around him, sobbing as I rocked my hips gently, feeling the walls of my pussy tightening and flexing, conforming to his marvelous shape. He was transforming me from within. Tears ran down my cheeks as I trembled in his embrace.

“What’s wrong, princess?” he asked, as if I’d fallen and scraped my leg and needed a bandage. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Burying my face in his neck, I pressed my lips to his skin. “I love you so much,” I said in a small voice.

“I love you too, kitten. This is the best present anyone’s ever given me. Your pussy feels like heaven around daddy’s cock.” He ran his hands through my hair just as he would every night before reading me a bedtime story and tucking me in.

He entered my life so late, but ever since I was little, I knew my attraction to him was not normal. I knew I wanted him in a terrible way. And when I discovered sex, I knew I wanted *him*. Every boyfriend I ever had, I only dated because they reminded me of his capable hands or his aftershave or his gentle smile. And to finally have his big white cock buried to the hilt in my tight pussy… it felt as if one of the biggest dreams of my life had come true in the best way imaginable.

After holding him inside and taking several deep breaths, I grabbed his shoulders and started to ride him. He shuddered with surprise, but my hips found a rhythm. My pussy lips wrapped so tightly around his length that they slid up and down as my ass crashed against his thighs in loud unmistakable smacks. I didn’t care anymore if mom heard. I wanted her to come and see her white husband claiming his new princess.

He grabbed my ass and pulled me all the way down, holding me there with a firm grip. “What are you doing?” he asked frantically. “You naughty, naughty girl.”

“I want you,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck. I licked his earlobe before running my tongue over his cheekbone. “I want you so bad.” I flexed my muscles and smiled when I felt him tense up.

“I’m taking you to your room,” he said. “This is too much.”

“I’m not gonna get off.” I licked his lips and clenched my pussy.

“Fuck,” he grumbled, picking me up as he stood. He kicked off his pants and left them behind. I hugged him tight, wrapping my legs around his waist and rocking my hips. And with slow steps, he climbed up the stairwell. But he was already a giant. And with my added weight, he had to be extra careful.

With each step, I felt his cock inside me, pushing against a different spot of my core. I wanted to moan, but he held my head with one hand, forcing my face into his shoulder. His other held up my ass as if I’d fallen asleep on a long road trip and he was carrying me inside.

As he carried me by their bedroom, I reached out with my foot and scratched the door with my toenails.

That was the last straw, and he made a mad scramble for my room down the hall. He rushed inside and plopped me down on my pink blankets unceremoniously before turning around and locking the door. He didn’t bother turning on the light; there was enough from the streetlamp outside our house.

“That’s it,” he said, panting. “No more Mr. Nice Guy.”

With his cock, wet and glistening, his giant, shadowy figure barely visible in the darkness, he marched towards me and flipped me over. My face landed in a pillow.

“Bite down and keep quiet,” he said. He grabbed my hips, slapped my thighs apart with mighty blows, then pressed his cock to my pussy and slide inside, this time with slippery ease.

He grabbed my ass when he was buried deep. Then he slapped me so hard, my entire body tensed up. Hot tears spilled down my cheeks.

“You naughty little minx,” he said, slapping my ass again. He’d never spanked me growing up, even when I wanted him to.

I looked up at him over my shoulder. “Harder, daddy. Harder or I’ll scream.”

In this position, with me on all fours, he felt even bigger. So, when he pulled out and thrust again without mercy, I couldn’t help but cry out.

He clamped a hand down over my mouth and squeezed my cheeks with his rough fingers. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, princess. You need to be silent.”

I wiggled my ass in response, side to side.

“Fuck,” he said. He squeezed my face hard then pushed several fingers into my mouth. Then his thrusts became serious. He was *fucking* me now, mighty bellowing thrusts that felt like thunder crashing against me. I pictured him in his garage, hammering down wooden parts to build our fence. His muscles bulging, his face nothing but sheer determination and intent.

Tears streamed down my face. Hiccups rose in my throat, but his fingers kept me muffled. He was fucking me so hard, my mind was blanking out. All I could focus on was his big white cock bursting in and out of me in long powerful movements. The slap of my ass against his thighs, repeatedly, to the rhythm of my beating heart. Over and over, without a shred of mercy or restraint or a care in the world.

I was his slut. I was daddy’s little girl. My stepfather was ruining me forever. I looked at my teddy bear and remembered all the nights I would stay up, wide awake and furiously touching myself with my panties in my mouth, thinking about him.

“I’m gonna cum,” he said slowing down. “You’re too tight, baby.”

I bit down on his fingers, forcing him to take them out with a shout. “Hold me,” I said. “I promise I won’t make a sound. Just pin me to my bed and hold me.”

I think he understood the need in my voice. Or maybe he was too far over the edge to hold back anything now. He climbed on top of me, sliding his arms beneath to grab my breasts through my shirt as I felt his knees on either side of my hips. He kissed my shoulders, his hot shuddering breaths tickling the hairs on the back of my neck.

“Your ass feels so much better than your mom’s,” he said. “Do you have any idea how much I love looking at it? All the time with you walking around my house, swaying that perfect thing. You little fucking slut. How badly did you want daddy’s big cock in your tight Japanese pussy?” He was grinding slowly now, slowly and carefully, as if any little thing would make him burst.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I couldn’t respond. Happiness and pleasure swirled through my body. He did want me! All this time! He did notice my ass and all the workouts I’d do to keep myself in shape. And he kept whispering these sweet words into my ear:

“My sweet Japanese princess. Taking daddy’s cock better than any other girl. I’m going to fuck you every day for the rest of my life. Where do you want me to cum, honey? On your angel face so daddy can see his hard work on your perfect Asian features?”

He was almost there. I could feel the strain in his movements, in the surging of his cock. And I knew what would finish him off.

“I want to have your child, daddy.”

I don’t know if it was the surprise or the hotness of the idea or this was his secret fantasy all along, but he squeezed me so tightly I thought I would snap in half. His cock shot hot spurts of his soul into me, his body rigid, and my pussy walls massaging every length of his cock. I felt his heat bursting inside me, over and over and over. Hot furious lashes of cum so powerful that my mind emptied of all other thought.

All I had was my stepdad, holding me down into my own blankets and cumming inside his little girl.

I wanted to tell him that I’d stopped taking my pills a long time ago, but it was too late now. When he collapsed beside me, stroking my ass and kissing the side of my face, I knew the deed was done. I felt the mysterious heat lodge itself deep within me, somewhere deeper than anything I’d ever felt before, and I knew he’d done it. And that I finally had a proper gift to show him how much I loved him, even if it would take eight months to be ready.

“I love you, princess.” He pulled me into his side and pressed his drenched cock against my ass as he fingered my aching pussy. “Thank you so much for this.”

“Daddy?” I whispered.

“Yes, my darling?” He slid two fingers into my pussy and pressed down. I was so sore and wet.

“Can we stay home tomorrow and do this on your bed while mom goes to work?”

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