She Thinks She's Won. I'll Play Into That.

"D-Daddy...?"

You can feel your pride bruise. That's fine. You can suck it up if it means winning. Heather has to cover her mouth to keep from laughing.

"I-I know I've been a bad girl, Daddy, but...can I pretty please suck your cock?"

Rather than answer she moves forward, the head of her dick touching your lips. You start to lick when she grabs the back of your head and brings it forward.

"Get it nice and wet, princess. It's gonna be going somewhere special next."

You bob more or less of your own volition, listening to her moan as you work out exactly how to pleasure her orally. She starts forcing you to go faster and it's clear the end is near.

"Make sure to swallow all of Daddy's cum!" she gasps just before she explodes.

'Now!'

You shoot a hand up to pierce her pussy with three fingers. Her eyes go wide and her dick swells in your mouth as you rub her G-spot and feel her dick quivering in response. She pumps a few final wads into your throat but you keep going.

"St-Stop!" she whines.

You speed up your fingers and her legs start to buckle. She tries to push you away but you just hold her dick deep in your throat, hum, and suck. She screams in a high pitch as her legs give out. You follow her to the floor and quickly get into position between her legs.

"No!" she squeals as you penetrate her again, this time with your rod.

"How's that feel, 'Daddy'?" you ask her. "How does a real dick feel? Not that little pencil you tried to **** me with?"

"Fuck! You! Cunt!" she wails between thrusts.

You just laugh and carry on. It's a tough battle and you cum several times, painting every centimeter of her pussy's inside with your cum, but eventually her heads conks out against the floor. You stand over her in triumph. Exhaustion, but also triumph.