Daddy’s Breeding Camp : Daddy’s Creampies 9

by Tori Westwood

All alone in a tent with Daddy at night: What could go wrong?  How about a steamy game of charades turning into a first-time, virginal, creampie session?  That would be very wrong indeed.

Read how Daddy deflowers me in sinful fashion, emptying his seed inside me.


“Creampie,” he said suddenly.  “Ever had one of those?”

I was startled by his question but the answer was easy.

“Nope,” I said, almost happy with myself.

“Never, huh?” he said and he took a quick scratch at his cock to make it move beneath his Calvins.

“I’m—uhm—a virgin, Daddy,” I confessed.

“Oh,” he said simply, and then looked down to his cock that showed no sign of flagging.  “Sorry.”

I giggled.  “You don’t have to be sorry.”

“I know, sorry,” he said, and then let out a short laugh at himself.  “It’s your body.”

“Thanks, Daddy.”

“And what a body, I might add.”

I squeezed my shoulders to my chin and let them drop as I blushed.  “Stop it, Daddy.”

“Just speaking the truth,” he said, and then he let his eyes linger on mine again.


We both seemed to share a lust for each other and you could sense it between us.  We were so close to each other and so secluded in the tent that night that it seemed inevitable that something else should happen.

“You look pretty good too,” I said slowly, letting my eyes drop to his cock and making sure he knew exactly what I was looking at.

“Would you like to see?” Daddy ventured carefully.

I moved a hand to the crotch of my panties and rubbed my fingers down my groove.

“Would you?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Daddy tried to hide his smirk and then I watched in awe as his hands pulled the waist of his briefs outwards and down over his cock.

It peered out, bolt upright and looking delicious.  His crown was already glossed with pre-cum and it excited me.  Daddy was clearly ready to fuck me and after the performances I was giving him I couldn’t blame him.

I gasped as he pulled himself out completely, watching his huge cock fall up against his t-shirt.  It was kind of strange to be aware of it so suddenly.  For years I’d never seen below Daddy’s waist and now I was getting front-row seats to his erect cock and I was loving every second of the action.

“It’s so big,” I gasped.

Daddy pushed his briefs down so he didn’t have to hold them any longer and with his free hand he gripped his cock and slid his fist down it.

The crown of his dick shone from light above us, glistening invitingly.  Another bead of precum came from the tip as he squeezed upwards and Daddy circled his thumb over it, spreading it over the taut, pink head.

“Can I … taste?” I asked.

“Be my guest,” Daddy said, and he offered himself to me.

I crawled across the space between us and put my face towards his waist.  Daddy held his cock towards me and I moved my lips close.  My heart pounded in my chest and my pulse raced as I stared at it.


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