Brenda Babysits Naughty Billy (Part 2)
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Amanda Gets Her Daddy’s Cock! (Part 2)
January 1, 2023
Amanda’s green elf costume This was a little too small and inappropriately snug around her lithe frame. The bustier-style bodice was low, encasing her bosom so tightly that the tops of her breasts were spilling over the hem. The skirt was short and flared, with a white fur trim. When she stood still, the folds overlapped, so it looked like a decent-enough skirt. When she walked or bent over, however, the material shifted and swayed, showing a little of her pull-up diapers. “You were great with the kids tonight, Daddy,” she told Santa as they loaded the storage shed, which housed most of the Christmas decorations. “You had every single one of them laughing their heads off.” It was a little after 6 p.m., and this year’s Community Carol ended half an hour ago. Many of the kids and their parents had since vacated the recreation center, leaving behind a handful of people still milling about the premises. Richard held the door open for Amanda, and she flashed him a thankful smile. Inside the storeroom, she set the box of marbles down on the bottom shelf, taking her time to stick her ass in the air in Richard’s direction. She stood upright after a short while and turned to see her father lingering by the door, clad entirely in his own Santa costume, the small box of tiny gnomes clutched in his left hand.
Amanda noticed the dazed look in his eyes and the prominent bulge in his velvet pants. “Santa!” She gasped, feigning astonishment. “What were you looking at?!” Richard blinked, unfazed. “They seem to have made that costume too skimpy for you, honey.” “I don’t mind,” Amanda shrugged one shoulder. “Mr. Abernathy and his friends all seem to love it.” She went over to him and retrieved the box from his hands. Sashaying back to the pallet rack, Amanda lifted her hand, tapping her index finger on her bottom lip as if in thought. “Hmm. Now, if I were Santa,” she said, “where will I hide my flask of whiskey?” Richard scoffed. “I’m not sharing alcohol with you, young lady.”
“Aww…” Amanda whined, pouting. “Please, Daddy, just one swig.. “Please, Daddy, just one swig.” Now, come on out, so I can lock up.” Amanda crossed her arms under her chest and did not budge. Then she pulled out one of the milk crates from the rack stacked near the back of the shed and sat on her butt, knees pressed together, feet far apart. Her chin came to rest on the palm of her hand as she stared expectantly at Santa. If he’d looked under her legs right now, he’d get a good look at a wet diaper. Richard sighed and produced an ebony hip flask from his concealed pockets. “I suppose one swig wouldn’t hurt.” Amanda’s face lit up. She pulled out a second crate across from hers and patted where she wanted Richard to sit. He sat down, offering her the flask. “Ugh… That’s some strong stuff.” She coughed as the liquid burned the back of her throat, spreading like hot tendrils across her chest. She offered the flask to her father and teasingly said, “I thought Santa Claus doesn’t drink.” “Oh, he does,” said Richard, joining in on the satire. “He deals with little kids.” All-day. I think you will find that Santa Claus is secretly a bit of an old drunk in his spare time.” That made Amanda laugh. “I have a secret of my own, too,” she said softly.
“Tell me.” He couldn’t keep his eyes off her legs, which showed through the skirt panels.
“Erin had the tailor sew my outfit this way. He thinks it might get us even bigger benefactors this year.”
“Erin, the event manager?”
Amanda nodded, taking another swig. “But honestly, I just like the way it looks… and judging by how you’ve been looking at me all day, you like it too.” Richard combed his hair with his fingers and sighed. “Don’t try to deny it,” Amanda continued, giggling, “Santa suckers at lying, and Daddy even more so.” “You reckon putting me on the spot is going to be good for you, little lady?” “Maybe,” she answered. “I mean, do you like how I look when I bend over, Daddy?”
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[…] (First part) When Daddy remained silent, she continued, “Well, I’m glad you do. But here’s the thing: as much as I’d love to share a drink with Santa, I prefer having his cock buried deep inside my pussy. Let’s say it’s my Christmas present to Santa.” Richard allowed a small laugh. Minutes later, he had her on her back on the storeroom floor, their pieces of clothing scattered here and there and all around them. Richard kissed along her slender neck and jawline, ample breasts, and sternum in between, listening as she moaned against his earlobe. While he took one of her nipples into his mouth, he gently rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger, pinching the tiny bud now and then. Amanda’s body bucked underneath his own, but Richard, by then, was relentless. “Wait,” she managed with bated breath. “What’s wrong?” He asked, his eyes flashing with impatience. “Not like this,” she told him, “I want to try something else.” Near the back of the shed, she positioned onto her elbows and knees, like some feline creature in heat, presenting Richard with the magnificent sight of her slit as it glistened with her musky juices. Her pubic hair was short and smooth to the touch and did little to veil her swollen labia. Richard moistened his lips and kneeled behind his daughter’s rear. Rocking forward on his knees, he lowered his pelvis until his cock was lined directly up with that gorgeous pink pussy—a sensual threat she could do nothing now but surrender to with pleasure. And then, ever so slowly, Richard guided the head of his member past her dilating slit, watching as inch after inch of himself disappeared between her supple cheeks. Once he hit the back of her cervix—an inch and a half still left to him— Richard lowered himself onto Amanda’s back. They stayed like that for one brief moment, enjoying the mild ecstasy brought about by the erotic union of their two bodies becoming one. He kissed the nape of her neck and began to rock his hips a little, making sure to go even deeper with each slow thrust. “You feel incredible, sweetheart,” he rasped against her earlobe. “Your nappy’s gonna be filled with so much cum tonight.” “Ooh, Daddy,” Amanda cooed. “Don’t stop doing that, okay?” Richard didn’t stop; he continued making love to her until their bodies were dancing erotically against one another. He didn’t stop even after she announced an impending orgasm moments later. After the climax abated and her nubile body ceased trembling, she looked back at him over one shoulder. “Fuck me,” she permitted, her countenance bearing the most lustful expression as her blue eyes narrowed with passion, lips pouting. One corner of Richard’s lips kicked up in an understanding smile. Yet, when he forced himself deeper inside her, her pussy—which had had nothing of his size before this encounter—seemed to rebel mightily and clamped down hard. Richard gave another forceful thrust and spread her pussy out, making it take those last inches until he was balls deep. The force of his thrust, however, had caused Amanda to fall forward until her upper body was pressed flush against the cold floor, her rosy nipples scrapping roughly against the concrete. While acting on reflex, Richard swiftly reached out and seized her by the hips before pulling backward with force. Amanda’s hips snapped back, her body reacting to his. “Yes!” She cried out. “Yes, there, right there. Faster, Daddy, harder!” Then he pulled out and forced himself back in and all the way. His thrusts had become brutally repetitive, and even as her tight walls continued to fight against the oversized invader—squeezing and trying to push it back out—it was Amanda herself who urged him on. “Faster,” she would tell him repeatedly, pushing back to meet his heavy thrust, “Harder, Daddy, harder! I love you so much. Don’t stop; I’m cumming!” Richard felt his orgasm drawing closer as his balls tightened. And soon, he began squirting a great shot of thick hot sperm, filling out his girl’s pussy enough that it was leaking out around his cock. […]
[…] So Amanda did just that, lying on her side with her bottom leg stretched out and her top leg curled up towards her chest, with Auntie telling her how well she’s doing all the while. The pressure’s been building up, and Amanda wouldn’t have to push at all; all she needs to do is let go, so that’s exactly what she does. The relief is so strong it almost feels like an orgasm; the tingles curling her fingers and toes make it feel that much better when her bowels slide out of her bottom and fill her diaper up! Her warm scat pushes the diaper out, making it lumpy and heavy, and her even warmer piss soaks it. Everything feels so good—the relief is so nice that she has her hand pressed against her clitter through the diaper, and the sensation is so fantastic that it didn’t take more than a minute before she was coming hard enough to make herself squeal! She slowly relaxed, her tits heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Auntie was cooing at her and telling her what a good girl she was for using her diaper so well and for sounding so pretty when she came! It sounds like that’s right up your kinky alley. Call me anytime for some diaper fetish fun! https://www.phoneamommy.com/amanda-gets-her-daddys-cock-part-1 […]