Daddies In My Holes

ANGEL

Everyone has a dark secret. The filthiest, dirtiest, corrupted fantasies that we imagine just before sleep take us to oblivion.

That innate desire our judgmental world silences, it lingers in the pit of your stomach, spreading like a virus, an incurable, rotten disease to your throat, an abomination never to be whispered.

Do you have a secret like that?

Think hard. . .

You can tell me.

Don't you have one like that?

Think again. . . Harder. Go deeper. Take me in-all of me. I want to be inside. . . of your mind.

You still don't?

'Fine, I will tell you. If only you promise not to judge.' I bit my bottom lip in contemplation, my fingers hovering on my keyboard for a brief moment before I clicked on the send button.

This was a complete stranger anyway, what did I have to be afraid of? So what if he wanted to know my deepest secrets and desires?

We'd been chatting for about two months on this anonymous messaging app.

I only knew that he was a male, I'd never asked about personal details like his age or where he was chatting from , the anonymity of it made everything so much more exciting.

My secret? I had a lot. Like lots of it.

'We listen, we don't judge. Now, give it to me doll, this is a safe zone,' The stranger's words floated on my phone screen.

I began to type again, the thoughts that always lived in the back of my mind forming into words.

'My secret is that I want Daddy to stuff my holes. I love his thick muscles that look like they could engulf me, I love his nine-inch còck, the two thick veins that run crisscrossed each side of his penís. I love my daddy's balls, how heavy they look, the way they bounce when he thrusts. I love Daddy's face when he cúms, the primal grunt he makes and the way his brows twitch with pleasure. I love how thick his cúm is and wish it could get me pregnant. I love everything about daddy, I want to be daddy's breeding slut'

I hit the send button, before I could second-guess myself. My mind was racing now, this was the wildest confession I'd ever made, no doubt, the stranger was definitely trying to process the depravity of my mind.

Each passing second without a response made my anxiety worse. My breath was coming out in short pants, and I could almost feel the judgmental stare burning into my skin from my phone screen.

As much as I was nervous, I also felt hot and relieved, confessing my darkest secret to a stranger. It was exhilarating, like taking a full rush of fresh air into my lungs after being submerged underwater for so long.

Just letting another person know was already making my pússy throb in my shorts. I love Daddy so so so much.

I clasped my legs together, adjusting my position on my bed, rubbing my thighs just slightly together to send an electric jolt of pleasure through me.

Another message popped up on my phone twenty seconds later, 'You're such a naughty little girl, I will add you to my slave collection, you'd serve me just fine, a true whóre you are'

A small giggle left my mouth, so he wasn't judging me? From our previous chats so far, it was evident this stranger was a dom, and I didn't know if it was true, but he told me that he owned sèx slaves, true whóres who were only born to worship his supreme cóck. I bet he was lying, that had to be his darkest fantasy he was claiming to be true.

I didn't mind it though, this app was created to confess the darkest things about us that no one knew about. And while our chats excite me and sometimes I even stroked myself to orgasm to his words, the only person I want to have sex with is daddy.

I wanted Daddy to take my vírginity, to own me completely, I wanted to be his little slút exclusively. I couldn't imagine doing these fantasies with anyone but Daddy.

'What are the things you hate about your daddy?' A second message notification appeared on my phone. I frowned slightly, this kind of felt a little bit personal. He didn't know my dad, so why did the things daddy hated matter?

Was I thinking too much about it?

Hate?

I didn't hate Daddy at all, but I loathed Mommy Jillian.

Hate wasn't even a strong enough word to describe what I felt towards that bítch and that mysterious quiet older brother of hers that always made me feel uneasy each time he was around.

I'd never been able to express my resentment towards them, but now this stranger was giving me an outlet.

'I hate that daddy had to get married to Mommy Jillian, I hate the way his daddy's còck comes out shiny in her dripping dirty cúnt, the way her heavy títties bounce as she rides on daddy's díck, when daddy eats her pússy and makes her scream, I hate all of it because it should have been me. I hate when mommy sucks daddy's còck and swallows his cúm like it's the tastiest thing in the world, I hate that I don't know what daddy's cúm tastes like, and have to settle for the remnant of his precúm in his underwear"

But what I absolutely detested the most, was how hard Mommy Jillian was trying to replace my position in Daddy's heart. I loved Daddy, but I absolutely despise her.

'I hate mommy's older brother too, he's always broodingly quiet, but I caught him looking at my àss one time, even though he tries to hide it, I know he wants to fúck me.'

The stranger didn't reply after this, I sighed and slammed my phone against the pillow. My uncle, while I didn't exactly hate him, I despised how he always made me feel uneasy, like he could see the facade of my good little girl act. I didn't usually wear a bra at home, because I wanted Daddy's attention, but one time I'd caught Uncle staring closely at my títs. Too bad he wasn't going to get a sniff of me, I belonged to Daddy alone.

I pushed the thought aside, why was I even thinking about him in the first place?

I was fúcking bored, dinner was still in about thirty minutes. I needed to play.

That was when I saw it, peeking from beneath my pillow was a black piece of cloth.

Daddy's boxers. The Calvin Klein brand Jillian had bought last week.

I had sneaked into the laundry room this morning after she dumped it there for washing.

It had a whitish slightly hard crust now from a mix of both our juices. When I had stolen it just this morning, it had been wet, the taste had been a little bit salty, and rubbing his dampness against my clít had given me one of the most mind-blowing órgasms of my entire life.

Even after cúmming three times and screaming daddy's name this morning, I still wasn't satisfied.

Something was lacking, I craved the real thing, I didn't know how long until I went crazy from wanting Daddy to fúck the brains out of his little girl.

I brought daddy's scent to my nostrils and inhaled deeply. The sweet musk, faint smell of his cologne vibrated a soft móan from my lips.

fúck, I was growing wet again, a juice cracked down my slít, running down my thigh from the space between my shorts.

Fine, one more time before Mrs Martha will call me down for dinner.

My hand moved to the waistband of my shorts, and I yanked them down, kicking them all the way down to my ankles.

My fingers were slick, plunging inside myself, curling just the way I liked-but it wasn't enough. I needed him. I craved Daddy's thick còck splitting me open, stretching me until I whimpered.

The crust of Daddy's boxers scratched against my clít just right as I ground my hips into my hand, my breath hitching.

The scent of us, his musk, my slick-filled my nose, making my thighs tremble.

I dragged the damp fabric harder over my swollen clít, imagining it was his tongue instead, lapping at me like I was his last meal. I móaned into the mattress, my hips jerking.

Fúck.

The way he'd look at me sometimes-like he knew what I did when I was alone.

Like he wanted to pin me down and ruin me for anyone else. I could almost feel his hands on me now, those rough palms squeezing my títs before sliding down to my waist, holding me still while he fúcked into me with slow, filthy thrusts.

My fingers sped up, fúcking myself deeper. Daddy wouldn't go slow. He'd shove inside me with one brutal stroke, make me scream, then drag me back onto his còck over and over until I was sobbing, begging,

I rubbed faster. And faster.

Daddy was milking me, I'd always been his good little girl, and I deserved to cúm.

'Mmm mmm mmm'

"Daddy, daddy, I'm cúmming, your little whóre is cúmming!" The cry slipped from my mouth.

I was close. One more rub, another twist of my fingers inside me. . .

A sharp noise greeted my ears. I froze. My fingers stilled.

It was the sound of a throat clearing. My eyes flew open in shock as I stared at the door which I'd apparently forgotten to lock.

The person standing there was none other than Daniel Ricci. Uncle Daniel.

Daddy's best friend. . .

Mommy's brother.

ANGEL

Dinner was tense, Daddy sat at the head of our long pristine dining table as usual.

Jillian perched next to him, dressed in a red condom dress that showed the shape of her huge bréasts.

I have always been pissed by how truly attractive she was. Jillian had an exotic model-like face, her títs were huge, her waist was tiny and her àss was round.

She was womanly and sultry in a way that made me feel like a little girl compared to her.

I always felt bitter and jealous each time she was this close to daddy, touching him like she owned him, but not right now, I couldn't be fully jealous when the remnant of adrenaline still throbbed heavily in my veins.

I focused on my plate, I had no appetite for my favourite steak, and I was unable to meet anyone's eyes, especially not his.

Daniel's.

My fingers were trembling, the air felt too thick. I couldn't breathe, my nostrils hurt, my lungs were burning.

The silence of the large dining room felt like a sound itself, drumming in my ears and making my heart beat faster. And faster, ticking like the grandfather clock on the high wall of the dining room.

Was Daniel going to report me to Daddy? What was Daddy going to think of me if his friend told him about how he walked in on me, my shorts to my ankles, Daddy's boxers clutched around my pússy and me móaning out his name?

And the worst part? Seeing Daniel on that door, my órgasm had exploded from me, he'd watched me cúm, seen the rush of wetness that trailed down my pússy, my glistening fingers pumping in and out and the way my toes curled around the sheets.

Daniel had stood there watching me behave like the slút of the century. I had wanted to make a point to him. I thought if he could hear me móaning daddy's name, then he would stop looking at me with those terrifying intense lusty eyes of his.

How foolish I had been, now I was under his mercy. My fate lies on whether he spoke or not.

I could imagine the disappointment in Daddy's eyes if he knew what his good girl had been doing and it sprang tears to my eyes which I blinked back.

I could feel a stare burning into my head like heated torches, I didn't have to look to know it was Daniel.

When I lifted my head slightly, I discovered that I was right, his grey eyes were studying me, his face didn't reveal any emotions, but those eyes, a grey so bright that it seemed like he was blind were watching me thoroughly. My skin prickled with goosebumps, he was not touching me, but I already felt violated, when his eyes dropped to my chest, I felt my nípples tighten in response. It wasn't aróusal, just fear, I told myself.

I gulped, chewing my food slowly but it got stuck in my throat, I knew he could tell I was nervous, and he was intentionally making it worse by looking at me like this.

"Angel, how is your college application going?" Daddy broke the silence, his deep raspy voice made me squeeze my legs together.

No, I couldn't be aróused now, not when Daniel was watching me, probably taking in all my reactions.

But daddy was just so hot that I felt myself becoming slick with want anyway, his black sleeves rolled neatly to reveal thickly muscled tattooed forearms.

Two buttons of his crisp black shirt had been left undone, giving me a brief glimpse of a hairy chest. A chest I wanted to bury my face into.

I licked my dry lips and then realized that Daddy was still waiting for an answer while I was staring like some idíot. His eyes were a midnight black, his hair was jet black which he kept shortly trimmed. His nose was strong and straight, and the curve of his jaw could slice diamonds, the stubble of beard on his chin made him sexíer than hell.

Fúck, I was still staring.

I cleared my throat "I picked nearby colleges, but I'm yet to get any feedback,"

Of course, I only picked the closest university choices because I wanted to be as close to him as possible.

"Actually dear, your father and I have something to tell you," Jillian's hateful voice spoke for the first time, her manicured red painted nails gripping Daddy's strong-looking fingers.

I gazed at her to see those red lips stretched in a smile, my stomach clenched with unease, I could already tell that whatever it was that she had to say, I wasn't going to like it.

"After much thought your father and I came to a decision, we are going to send you abroad to further your education,"

Her words sat like a bomb in my chest. One second. Two seconds. And then it fúcking exploded.

The fork clattered from my hands to the floor, my head snapped from Jillian to daddy who was watching me closely, those midnight black eyes that I used to love were firm with determination as though he already knew how I was going to react and he wasn't going to change his mind about it.

"I'm not going anywhere!" My voice was high and shrill, echoing in the large dining room.

My chin tilted stubbornly as my eyes snapped to Daniel who was taking a sip of his red wine, his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. Was it him?

Was he the one who told Daddy to send me away?

I glared at him accusingly until Daddy's deep voice snapped me out of it.

"Baby girl, I am only thinking the best for you, business has been dangerous these days. I may not be able to protect you all of the time, it's safer for you to be abroad, didn't you always want to visit Europe?" Daddy said calmly while I shook my head.

If there was anyone who could protect me, it was him.

Only him.

And now, Europe has turned into the most hateful word in my vocabulary.

"No Daddy, I'm not going anywhere, I'm not schooling abroad, if you want me to go anywhere then you must come with me! You know I don't like going anywhere without you," I glared at him with glassy eyes.

Jillian rolled her eyes, grasping Daddy's arm. "See, I knew she was not going to be reasonable, you've spoiled her rotten, now she is being a brat..."

"Jillian, enough!" Daddy cautioned her, Jillian smiled at me again, her eyes filled with malice.

But it was Daddy's next words that shattered my heart.

"You're leaving next week, that's final!" He spoke in that commanding tone that is usually reserved for his subordinates.

ANGEL

Tears started to burn in my eyes, hot and intense, why did he want to send me away? To a whole different country?

I pushed away from the table, shoving the chair carelessly with a crashing sound. If he was being difficult, I could be stubborn as well, daddy always had to give in to me in the end, this time would be no different.

"I know what's best for me, none of you can make me go away, don't think you can get rid of me, Mommy!" I spat out the last part at Jillian before turning around, racing towards my room.

My tears were falling faster and faster. My chest rose and fell with the exertion of breathing and running away when I so much wanted to slap that bítch's face.

Daddy was the only one I have left, I can't lose him, I won't.

To the whole world, they knew Daddy as a dangerous cruel man, he was the feared powerful leader of the devil's runt, a secret underground club. Everyone thought he was frightening, but to me, he was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

I was just ten years old when my parents died. Daddy had been the one who found me in that closet after my parents had been murdered in cold blood. I'd been so frightened, but Daddy told me to close my eyes, he told me to be good and count to a hundred, and that once I opened my eyes again, everything would be fine again.

He shielded me from the monstrosity of what was done to my parents by their enemies.

After my parents' house was burned to the ground, Daddy brought me to his mansion, and since then he became my only parent, more than a guardian, he was my daddy. Mine. He was mine first before Jillian.

I used to be the only one in his life and I basked in every second of his attention and affection.

Everything got ruined when Jillian came into our lives and brought her psychotic brother with her.

Daniel was dangerous because like Daddy, he was also a member of the secret underground club.

He was silent, he could walk into a room and you wouldn't notice, he didn't speak much either, but those eyes, those intense burning grey eyes saw through everything and looked at me with lust it seemed only I could see. That day I'd caught him staring at my ass which was peeking through my shorts, I had seen the way he licked his lips, I'd seen the bulge in his pants, he knew I noticed it too, he had brought his palm and rubbed his crotch while staring at me like he would pounce and fuck the shit out of me.

But I was Daddy's daughter, which meant I was untouchable. He could only lust after me, and carefully too, because Daddy had once plucked out the eyes of one of his men for peeking at me while I was in the swimming pool.

Daddy was protective and possessive. So, why was he sending me away now?

I was certain it was because of that psychopath Daniel.

I sat on my large queen-sized bed, my knees drawn to my chest. I waited five minutes.

Daddy didn't come.

Before he married Jillian, he would have come running after me. He hated seeing me cry, and whenever I did, he would do anything to make me stop.

But now, I was crying, and Daddy was nowhere to comfort his little princess. Everything was happening because of stupid Jillian and her stupid brother, I wiped off angry tears, but they kept falling anyway.

Jillian was too shrewd, from the moment she stepped into this house, she'd been set to uproot me from it.

I had always been the crafty one, usually it was me who always got rid of the other whóres that came into daddy's life. I was the one who tortured them, not the other way around.

The previous bítch has been very naive, trying to sugarcoat to me by buying me gifts each time she visited. It had been very easy to deal with her. I'd hurt myself and lied that she harmed me. Daddy had been enraged, his face had gotten so red like he would explode, his eyes had gone maniac with rage and he had nearly shot her that night.

In the end, he sent her away and I never saw her around Daddy after that day. I had touched my cúnt that night, pleasuring myself to daddy's fierce protectiveness. My feelings and obsession had grown until it was burning me alive from within,

The bítch after that whóre had been more problematic, so I had to go an extra mile to get rid of her.

I knew she used to work at a strip club because I investigated, how could such a dirty slút think she deserved daddy?

The son of the owner of the strip club, Kevin, was a friend of mine in high school, Kevin had always wanted to fúck me, it hadn't been difficult to convince him to lend me a favour, he thought I'd let him hit if he pleased me enough.

Together, we lured the whóre with money, and she had fallen for it. We promised her fifty grand just to entertain a client at the strip club she used to work at, just for a night. The bítch thought it was easy money, she'd betrayed daddy and agreed to the offer to fúck the client.

I paid the client twice that amount to record the séx. Then, I had anonymously sent Daddy the clips of the video, and just to humiliate her further, Kelvin posted it on a pórn website that went viral.

Daddy found out his fiancée had cheated on him, and he'd been the one to put a hole through her head, after letting all his subordinates gangbang her to their fill.

After that incident, Daddy became only mine again.

Until Jillian.

She had been different. My life was ruined the day I found out how important she was to Daddy, they'd been childhood friends and also business partners in the crime world.

She'd been studying me, calculating ways to tame me, she hit me with her moves before I was even aware of it.

The first thing she did when she became daddy's girlfriend was storm into my room. Next, a harsh slap was delivered on my face.

I'd been on my bed that afternoon, she had just walked straight towards me and yanked my hair, throwing me against the floor and the next thing I felt was the sting of her slap. To say I was shocked was an understatement, no one ever hit me.

It turned out the last bítch I'd made a viral pórn video of was an old friend of hers and while she didn't think replacing and fúcking her dead friend's man was a crime, she thought what I did was terrible.

I had reported to Daddy of course, showing him my bruised face and thinking he would uphold justice for me and get rid of Jillian for hurting me.

But Jillian, she had already prepared for it, she had provided proof of what I did, about paying the client to create a video and then posting it online. Even though that bítch had been the one who was greedy for money and allowed herself to get fúcked, Jillian had painted it to be my fault.

Ever since that day, Daddy changed. He had told me how disappointed he was in me, and when he'd asked me why I did it, I told him that I had just wanted to find out if the woman who was going to be my mom was loyal, it wasn't my fault that she turned out to be a próstitute.

That was the first time my daddy had ever looked at me strangely, like he couldn't believe his baby girl could be so cruel.

He no longer believed everything I told him after that day, he chose Jillian over me and even got married to her. I hated that Jillian forced me to call her Mommy when I absolutely detested her.

A knock sounded.

My heart leapt. I raced towards the door, my anger all forgotten.

Daddy was here, that was all that mattered. He came to comfort me after all.

I yanked the door open. My heart sank to my feet.

It wasn't Daddy.

Intense dead dead-looking grey eyes stared back at me.