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I want you to want me	By : quinnfabraysmut Category: G through L > Glee Views: 27907 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-I need you to need me
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“Cum inside me, daddy!” Fifteen-year-old Quinn Fabray moaned and grunted and, when her clit hit her daddy’s pillow that she was humping just right, she screamed again.
She was in her father’s room, which was lit by the soft light of one lamp. She wore nothing but her father’s white dress shirt, unbuttoned, with one of his ties wrapped around her neck. Her pert tits bounced as she as rocked, and sometimes rubbed the tie on her pussy and nipples because the silk felt so nice. The shirt and tie smelled liked him, and so did his room. The scent shot her already high state of arousal higher until she was a quivering mess.
“Fuck, daddy, I’m gonna come on your dick…feels so good,” Quinn breathed, her imagination making it almost real enough. She ran the tie material all over the expanse of her abs, imagining her daddy’s fingers brushing along her stomach.
Quinn didn’t think about it much anymore, but she knew for sure her life before her 13^th birthday and after, roughly, her 14^th birthday, was as different as ice and fire. For one thing, on that birthday, she announced to everyone that she would no longer be Lucy, her first name, and instead would answer only to her middle name, Quinn.
Also, on that day, her father scheduled surgery to get her a beautiful nose, and over the next year she worked hard to turn her baby fat to feminine curves.
But, those were just things that allowed her to enjoy what she steadily grew to understand about herself that year…sexual awareness. Her new nose and body simply attracted the attention that allowed her to enjoy it. She was a slut, and she grew very quickly to be proud of it.
On her first day of high school, as had walked down the hall after first period, flush with buzz she’d obviously created with her new look. She had looked around and smiled at everyone staring at her. Her whole body had tingled.
But, then, Rachel Berry, who had clearly grown curves over the summer, brushed Quinn’s thigh, seemingly intentionally brushing her fingers over her ass as she moved down the hall in her short skirt and impossibly long, tan legs, and Quinn watched Rachel’s own amazing ass until Rachel looked over her shoulder and smirked.
Quinn’s pussy tingled, and she averted her eyes.
Then, just as quickly, the tall hunk of man whore, Noah Puckerman, had caught her eye. He was already smirking, and her pussy gushed. They weren’t soulmates, but they both clearly had sex on the brain.
Her transformation had been complete, and she was going to love it. She knew she had her father to thank, and she wished she could show him exactly what he had given her.
Within two months of that first day of high school, she was head cheerleader, and she had convinced her father to put her on birth control to help lessen the unwanted effects of her periods, not because she was having sex. As far as she knew, then, her father was a pious man who wouldn’t approve.
But, she was having sex, all right. She was fucking all the female cheerleaders, even the supposedly straight ones—they always told her she was the exception because she was so hot. And, secretly, she regularly had Rachel Berry pinned to a wall at school, with two fingers knuckle deep in her pussy, even though she was way lower on the school hierarchy. She was also regularly taking the cum of Noah Puckerman and the entire football team into her pussy. She loved bare dick, wet pussy, and all the wet, sticky fun that came with them.
She had regular health screenings, and so far so good. She had no plans to stop until she was able to get her father’s dick in her.
At night after her daily afterschool fucks, she thought about how grateful she was to her father. Her gratefulness and desire to share her sexual awakening with him had grown. It was no longer simply gratitude. It was now an obsession with fucking the living shit out of him and draining his balls into her pussy…over and over.
She knew from his dick would feel spectacular in her pussy. If she got the chance, she’d be his cum whore, too, and birth control be damned, she’d do her best to get his baby in her.
With those ever-present thoughts lighting her pussy on fire, Quinn Fabray was, at this moment, pretending her father’s bare cock was inside her pussy and that she was riding it for all she was worth. Quinn was on the edge of coming, and she fell forward, using her hands on the pillow to give her leverage.
But, she couldn’t quite get there. She needed more.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She was so wet, and so close, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t as if having five orgasms already that day—two from Rachel’s fingers at lunch and two from Matt Rutherford’s cock and cum in her pussy—should have kept her from coming now.
But, her brain must have been signaling that she really needed something inside of her.
“Grrrr,” she growled, beyond frustrated. But, then, she realized, this was not a problem. She simply need to find something and fuck herself with it.
She hopped up and quickly retrieved her hairbrush from her room, the one with the longest handle, and lay back down on her daddy’s bed, his shirt hanging off her breasts and the tie off hanging to the side.
As soon she pushed her brush inside of her pussy, she was right back on the edge. And, this time, as she thrust fast and hard, feeling the stretch of the handle, again imagining it was her father’s cock stretching her cunt, she came.
Finally.
“Damn,” she breathed as she regained her breath and came down from her climax.
Then, she groaned in frustration again. She was still horny, but she had an idea.
Bare from the waist down, but with her daddy’s shirt hanging from her shoulders, she removed the tie and scurried downstairs to her daddy’s office, her tight ass bouncing and cunt dripping.
He was out of town on business, but she suspected there was no business except his secretary in a hotel bed somewhere, begging him to give it to her harder. Secretly, the fact that he was not nearly as prudish as he had once let on gave her hope…and got her a little wet all by itself.
Every time she brought herself to orgasm thinking about her father’s cum dripping from her own pussy, though, she grew more determined to make it happen, at her sweet sixteen party at the latest.
She knew she’d have the courage to jump on his cock soon—she saw how he stared at her strong, shapely dancers’ legs, from the curve of her hips to her ass. She knew her hips and ass were perfect for childbearing even at her young age. She’d smile innocently but then shake and shimmy just a little when knew his gaze was on her.
Of course, sometimes, just because she knew he liked the short shorts or skirt she was wearing, she’d bound into the room where he was sitting and pretending to read the paper and plop down on his lap and wrap her arms around his neck. She’d pretend she was fidgeting to get closer, but, really, she was feeling his dick poke her in the butt.
When she knew it was getting too difficult to hide his hard on, and before she lost her nerve, she’d peck him on the cheek and run off to masturbate once more. Feeling his dick just that little bit made her so wet.
For the time being, though, she’d have to be content with taking the risk of fucking herself on his desk when he was away. She was proud of her increasing boldness, though.
She opened his desk drawer and pulled out a thick pen she’d fucked herself with before. That wouldn’t work. She desperately looked around for something as big as she imagined his cock was.
Then, she saw it. She’d fucked herself with it, too, but she saved it for when she was really horny for her father’s cock because it always made her pussy ache so much that sex was uncomfortable for a while. It was a wonderful ache, and she still fucked. But still.
Today, it was worth it.
She grabbed her father’s bowling trophy from the fireplace mantle. It was shaped like a bowling pin, and it was seven inches long. She imagined her father’s cock was a little longer, but the fat end of the pin was just about the thickness she imagined her father carried on his cock, not too thick, definitely not small.
She hopped up on his desk, facing her father’s chair, leaned back, and jammed three fingers into her pussy. She needed to make sure she was wet enough, and she knew exactly how to do that.
“Lick my pussy, daddy…mmm, yeah…get your tongue in there deep. Make me good and wet for your dick,” she murmured as she pulled and stretched her pussy open. “Oh, yes, daddy, lick inside my pussy.” She stroked her inner walls as she moaned, brushing her g-spot, and let her imagination run wild.
When she was ready, she eased the bowling pin inside her. It was a smooth, solid metal, which accounted for its more painful effects on her pussy, so she eased it in slowly.
But, as soon as she became accustomed to it, she began humping again. She held it steady inside while she bucked hard onto the trophy. The stretch and pull was delicious.
“Fucking shit!” she shouted as she felt the big object tap her cervix every time she ground down on it. “Give it to me, give it to me….yes, daddy, fill my pussy with all your cum!” She thrusted and bucked, thrusted and bucked.
Finally, her pussy convulsed around the bowling pin, and her juices gushed out onto the pin until she could no longer hold it inside.
It slipped out, and it dropped onto the floor because she had passed out, finally completely satisfied.
She came to, to a wonderful feeling. It was like the bowling pin was still inside her thrusting, but very quickly, she realized this was so much better. She didn’t know how long she’d been asleep, but the sun shining through the window catching her through her eyelids told her it had been overnight.
Still groggy, she registered that whatever it was inside her was real, and it had stopped moving, her pussy stretched on it. It felt like a dick, a real one.
“Honey, are you awake?” She hadn’t opened her eyes yet, but she knew who it was.
“Daddy?”
She felt his breath on her neck, and she opened her eyes. It was true. Her Daddy was leaning over her on his desk. And, it was undeniably his cock inside her pussy.
“I’m sorry I didn’t wake you, baby. I was watching you, but you passed out. You were just so inviting, wearing your shirt, your pussy and tits all out. I had to have you right away.”
Quinn smiled and wrapped her arms around him and kissed the hell out of him in response. It wasn’t a romantic first kiss, but so what?
He wasn’t sorry he’d fucked her. He was sorry she wasn’t awake for the beginning. And, then she moaned, because as she wrapped her legs around his waist, resting her heels on what she thought was a very nice ass, she felt his dick twitch inside of her pussy.
“Don’t be sorry, Daddy. Just take my pussy. Make me yours,” she whispered in his ear.
Immediately, he thrust hard, just once, then again. Setting a very slow but hard rhythm. He said nothing else, just fucked.
“Did you cum in me yet, Daddy?” Quinn whispered. She was still a little afraid this wasn’t real, but she knew it had to be. That cock, every bit as big as she thought it would be and somehow better, was thrusting up inside of her, jolting her with its force. After the trophy and now this, she knew she’d be really sore, but she wasn’t caring one bit at the moment. She’d drain his balls as much as possible until she just couldn’t take it anymore.
“No, Princess…I’m glad you’re awake to feel it,” he mumbled sounding like he was not only unashamed but proud that he was doing this with his little girl. “I’ve got a big load saved up for you.”
Her heart swelled with lust and affection.
His dick was clearly made for her pussy. She felt every ridge in her pussy hug every inch of his cock. She even felt what she figured was a vein running along one side.
She knew this was just the beginning for them.
She knew her school slut days were over. Everyone knew it was just sex, anyway.
Yes, she’d be moving to her father’s bed, and the cum would be flowing. He’d be her own father’s slut instead.
All this ran through her head very quickly as her father quite simply battered her pussy with his cock.
“Give me your big load, daddy. I want to feel it filling me up,” she begged between thrusts.
His balls slapped her ass and the hard desk dug into her back and made it feel even more real than the breath on her neck.
She savored it all as he kept thrusting.
Thrust…
Thrust…
Thrust…
Thrust…
She knew he was going slow because it felt so good, but she also knew he was about to cum. And, she wanted that so badly.
“Please, daddy., I want to feel your hot cum in my cunt,” she whispered right in his ear.
That did it.
Simultaneously, the first hot blast of cum hit her cervix, and she squeezed his dick, hard, with her pussy. She screamed with her orgasm so that anyone walking down the quiet street would surely hear. She knew, though, no one who heard would ever suspect Russell was actually fucking his daughter.
“Oh, god,” Russell gasped. He held his cock right up against the opening to her womb as his cum flooded inside her pussy. “I can’t believe I waited this long to fuck you, Princess.”
“Oh, Daddy, I’ve wanted you for so long,” she breathed, pulling his head from her neck and kissing him again, immediately pushing her tongue into his mouth to swirl it with his tongue. For a long time, they tongue-fucked each other’s mouths. All the while, his penis was still firmly buried in her pussy.
Finally, they broke apart to breathe.
“I’m sorry again that I didn’t wake you up,” Russell said, smiling lovingly at his daughter.
“It’s okay, daddy, as long as I was awake for the cum,” she said, smirking as she gave his cock a little squeeze with her pussy, feeling the soaked connection of their genitals. It was the best feeling in the world. “Can we go do it in the bed, now?”
“Of course,” he said, smiling then hissing as he slowly pulled his dick from her pussy. They both gasped as it popped out of her pussy and watched his cum pool around her hole, dripping out a little onto the desk.
“I’ll clean that up tomorrow," he said. “Let’s go."
Quinn dragged her father up the stairs as he laughed. He realized that his daughter, despite her very grown up body and sexual appetite, was still a 15-year-old girl, and that just made his dick harder, faster.
By the time his beautiful girl was falling onto the bed, feet resting on the mattress and legs spread wide, brazenly presenting her pussy for fucking, he was ready to go again.
He stopped, though, first, and stroked his cock, just staring.
“What are you waiting for, Daddy?” Quinn whined as she ran two fingers between her pussy lips that were puffy and still sticky and wet from their mixed juices.
“I’m just enjoying this sight of my dirty 15-year-old daughter spreading her legs for me?” Russell said, still stroking his cock, savoring its hardness. “Can you tell me how horny you are for your own father, baby?”
Her eyes smoldered at the lust in his voice. “So, so horny, and you’ve got such a big dick, and it’s making me really wet just looking at it,” Quinn husked, more vigorously rubbing her pussy. In that moment, something shifted. They were still unmistakably father and daughter, but Quinn realized the full power her body held over her father. She was going to use it to her advantage, not to deny him but to egg him on and give him her pussy as much as she possibly could. “I need that big dick in my cunt, again. I need more of your cum in my dirty cu--”
Russell was on her like a lion, ramming his cock into her swollen pussy. “I’m horny, too. Can you tell? Can you feel how hard I am inside your pussy?”
“Yes, Daddy, I feel all of it everywhere inside me,” she answered. “I need it really hard, really fast now.” She reached down and cupped his balls for emphasis, immediately planning to get her mouth on them as soon as her pussy was satisfied. “I need all this cum from your balls. Mmmm, they feel so heavy. I can’t wait.”
“Woah, fuck.” He hadn’t expected that. Clearly, his daughter wasn’t the innocent, Christian celibacy club president he had started out to raise with his ex-wife, but he had no idea this dirty girl was just below the surface. Now, he was curious, and he was sure the answer was going to make him even harder. “How long have you been fucking, Princess?” He began to thrust really hard and fast waiting for the answer.
“Umph,” she gasped. “Only since last year, but I’ve been doing it a lot. I’ve been a slut,” she said between thrusts and grunts.
Thrust, thrust, thrust, fast and hard.
“Who?” he asked.
“The whole football team and cheerleading squad,” she answered. Thrust, thrust, thrust. “And Rachel Berry.”
Russell stopped because he was trying not to blow his load just yet, and Quinn was making it difficult. That ball of energy with the big voice, pretty eyes and short skirts was sex on legs and always made his dick twitch when he saw her. And, there was something else: “Really? Girls too? That’s fucking hot!”
“Fuck, yeah, girls too. I’m an animal,” she said. “Come on, daddy. Fill me with your cum!”
All this new information was short circuiting his brain so much he could do nothing but give in.
He thrust one more time and shot a thick, hot load of sperm deep into her, battering her cervix.
“Fuck, yeah,” she gasped and came right behind him, this time squirting all over his cock as she squeezed it in a vise-like grip. His load was so big and hot and felt so good.
Once she caught her breath, she looked deep into her father’s eyes, again feeling his cock sitting comfortably deep inside her body. “I don’t have to tell you you’re the best I’ve ever had, though, right? It’s so much better than I even imagined. I’ll give them all up for you.”
She punctuated her promise with another pussy squeeze and a deep kiss that lasted several very long minutes.
When they pulled apart, he smiled. “Let’s go to sleep. We’ll pick up where we left off in the morning.”
Thank god it was Friday night.
The next morning, Quinn stirred first because, as the little spoon, she felt her father’s morning wood poking her in the ass. Anal was not on her agenda because she felt the biological imperative to breed deep in her pussy, but Rachel had pushed her finger in her butt a few times, so she had to admit his cock hitting so close to her asshole got her a little wet.
She needed her daddy’s stiff dick inside her pussy right fucking now.
She turned in his arms, and that pulled him out of his slumber. But, before he could even speak, she was pushing him onto his back and straddling him.
She wasted no time grabbing his cock, lining it up with her hole, and slamming her pussy down onto it.
“Fuuuuuuck!” they both moaned until Quinn covered his mouth with hers. Morning breath was not an issue.
As they rolled their tongues together, Quinn began to roll her hips. Again, she felt his whole cock pushing inside her, but this new angle was amazing.
His cock brushed her cervix and shifted as she rocked her hips back and forth and around and around. It was like it was everywhere inside her but focused on one spot, her g-spot of course, all at once.
It was phenomenal. No one had ever hit all her right spots like this.
She started bouncing up and down, unable to keep her lips on her father’s, so she just stared with her hands pushing on his chest for leverage, tits bouncing.
Russell just stared back, hands at his sides, relishing her movements, until he knew he was cumming. Then, he grabbed her hips and bucked up, slamming his dick against her cervix and simultaneously flooding her pussy with an eruption of cum.
“Shit!” Quinn gasped, squeezing her pussy and squirting all over his dick and the mattress below. She’d read about this squirting thing, but she thought she was too young.
Her dad had made her do it twice already.
“Shit.”
“You said that already,” he chuckled as she collapsed on his chest, feeling his dick slip from her pussy and rest between her ass cheeks. “You have a dirty mouth, young lady, and I love it.”
She laughed. “After we eat, I’m spending the whole day keeping your dick warm with my pussy and mouth. I need to get my tongue on those gorgeous balls of yours.”
“You won’t hear me complaining,” he answered.
Quinn sat up and, placing her hands back on his chest, feeling his dick softening, she gazed at him with love in her eyes. “I meant it. I’ll stop with all those people. I want to be yours, and…I want to have your baby.”
Russell was so overcome with joy and relief at what Quinn said, but especially the baby thing. He couldn’t wait to see Quinn’s lithe body accommodate a baby. She’d always be the sexiest girl in the world, but he couldn’t wait to see her with a big butt and bump.
He appreciated that she wanted to commit to him too, but the idea of Quinn as her self-proclaimed slut self was already making his exhausted dick twitch again. He didn’t want her to give that up completely.
“Maybe just bring Rachel home sometimes. We’ll share.”
“You’re the best, Daddy,” Quinn answered, smiling ear-to-ear. She knew Rachel would love that.
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