Would They Call it Daddy Issues – by DaSpark

Nothing crazy, but the affection and warmth, essentially lust, she felt from those men made her feel wanted, which had been the thing her mother gave her more than anything. Her mom was so in love with her little girl, from the second she was born, and had always been so affectionate. Her father was much more reserved, and after the death, he was almost closed off emotionally.

A few months later, Natasha felt mostly back to normal, only the lack of any affection from her father, made her even more dependent on attention from random other men. Those that she got the best affection from was her friend’s dad’s. They were usually really good family men, and it was obvious they loved a young pretty girl flirting with them. They were such low key good guys, and they felt for Natasha for her loss. She didn’t really understand that flirting too much could change affection into desire. Desire became lust, and men weren’t good at ignoring lust.

So that brings us to Christina’s dad Robert. They were a fourth generation family from Brazil. Her dad had been a great athlete, and went to Stanford on a full ride for track and field. He was 41 now, but he was still an athlete. His hair, straight and long enough to fall in his eyes, was still jet black, when they would go out back to the pool sometimes he would swim with them, he still had a light 6 pack stomach. His whole body was rounded from a chiseled physique and Natasha thought of all her friends Dad’s, Robert was the hottest and she flirted with him the most.

She loved the subtle way he would flirt back, giving her a hug when she came over, would launch her off of his shoulders when she and Christina wanted to fly and crash back down into the pool, and she always felt like his hands would stroke her thighs when he did so. She would lean over anything in front of him to stick out her butt and he once or twice had patted her behind laughing, and last week, he had actually pinched her as he walked by.

Today she was in her cheerleading outfit which was the best. The skirt was damn short, barley covering her modest behind, and the tight polyester tops, zipped up the back and hugged the body. She was quite petite, and though her tits were good size for her frame, they still were modest b cups. But she looked forward to flirting tonight, she made her to pull her bloomers in a bit so more of her firm, fit, contoured ass cheeks would stick out and be more volatile.

She hadn’t known that Robert’s wife was out of town that weekend. She couldn’t have known what was coming but, she in the end had to admit she instigated, she sent signals, she showed interest. How was he to know she didn’t realize where the line was? It never ever occurred to her that he should have known she wasn’t for touching, but looking back at it now, she had him to thank for how things were. Most of her friends would enter college and exit with crazy debt. She was going to enter college with enough to buy a house before her first class, if she even bothered with college.

Natasha was momentarily pulled out of her memory when her latest lover came around, sounding like he was drunk.

“Unnff. Tashhhaaa? Ho, phimmminnnnn.” He let go of her leg, and took a step back and Natasha was back on her feet for the first time since it started. He never looked her in the eye as he stumbled away. Natasha followed him and saw him tumble to the couch and start snoring almost instantly. She sat in the chair next to the couch and pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. She watched him, still a bit in disbelief he had just fucked her. There wasn’t love there; that was a hard, mindless fuck. A man completely overcome with intoxication from his cock.

She leaned her head back against the cushion of the chair and let her mind drift again. Roberto had had a very firm body. The tone of his muscle felt amazing to her. Much better than her latest lover. He was a bit wide in the waistband, he was kind of spongy. But Robert, he was a specimen. They came home to Roberto making a stir fry for dinner. Christina went upstairs to change and Natasha stayed in the kitchen.

“So how did you tonight?”

“Good! We won 51-35. The crowd was really into it. That’s always fun.”

“Nice. Nice.” Natasha saw his eyes elevator down and up her body. “They have great uniforms for you gals this year.”

“Oh, do you like them?” Natasha responded in a squeaky voice. She did a slow twirl for him. When she had turned 180 degrees she pulled on the edge of her skirt, pulling it up, exposing her bottom, the majority of her bloomer buried in the crack of her ass.

“But see how the skirts don’t float as much? I miss that.” Natasha said.

“Hmmm, show me that again?” Robert asked.

Natasha pulled up the skirt again, and gave him another eye full.

“Yeah, I guess that has changed, but you look terrific.”

“Thanks! But you have seen these before, Christina is on the squad.”

“She doesn’t make it look the way you do.” Robert said with a lot of base in his voice.

Natasha blushed, and looked down.

“Here, come taste. . . “ Robert said, and Natasha complied. He brought the wooden spoon to her lips, his other hand pressing her cheeks to get her mouth open. Then she felt his groin pressing on the outside of her thigh. It was the first time she had ever felt a penis, erect or otherwise, there in the kitchen, his hard on pushing against his jeans.

She felt him gently put the spoon in and she took in the food. It was delicious. Her heart was pounding. She felt the wildest sensation in between her legs. Her body was responding, and Natasha’s mind went along for the ride.

“Mmmm, it’s really yummy!” Robert smiled and ran his thumb over her lips, removing the extra sauce, and licked it off his thumb. Natasha remembered feeling so intense right then. She felt like Robert was going to grab her, he looked so hungry.

Then she heard Christina bounding down the stairs, and Robert turned back to the stir fry, and Natasha palmed her skirt to make sure it was still down. She could feel the wetness on her panties, and worried she had peed herself.

They had dinner and watched a movie on HBO. Partway through Natasha said she was gonna go change into her sweats and t shirt, and Christina had told her to hurry back. Half a minute later Robert excused himself for the restroom.

Natasha got to the bedroom and pulled her things out of her backpack. She pulled off her top and bra and put on her t shirt. She had just pulled her bloomers and panties off and was about to unzip her skirt when she felt three things she never had before. A man’s hand gripping her thighs, a man’s nose up against her anus, and a man’s tongue. Thinking back it was kind of embarrassing for her. She hadn’t been grooming back then. She wasn’t super hairy at that point but still, she wished she had been well manicured into the landing strip she had now for him.

“Ho-hooly shit! Mr., Mr. Ventura . . . HAAAHH!” Natasha let out a yelp as she felt the first every pure sexual pleasure she ever had. Robert had a talented tongue, and Natasha felt her legs jelly.

Robert stood up and spun her around and held her face in one hand and her tight little ass in the other and kissed her. “Mmmmm, you like to tease hmmm? I’ll give you what you are asking for.” He said in a low but very sexy voice, and Natasha was frozen in shock.

She watched Robert go to his knees and begin to massage and lick and kiss her legs. She couldn’t believe he was actually touching her! She felt equal parts fear and anticipation. She wasn’t sure she was ready for her first man, but she could see in his eyes, something was going to happen to her, that hadn’t before.

His face disappeared under her skirt. “Ahhh! AAAHHH! Oohhhh! Sh-sh-sh-ohhh!” Natasha moaned softly, her hands clasped over her mouth and nose, her french tipped nails touching above her eyes.

He began to devour her passionately, his tongue exploring all of her femininity and Natasha began to quiver all over and Robert’s skilled cunnilingus was causing explosions of pleasure to bolt through her.

“Oma-ma-ma-ma Oh ma-ma-ma. Ooooooh shit!” Natasha hissed. She was gripping Roberts hair, trying to point him to where she wanted his attention most second by second and he responded.

“Oooh, Oh shit, Mr. Ven—ha ,ha. Uuuuuuuummmm!” Natasha went hoarse as her first ever orgasm exploded and her world melted around her. She bucked her hips and buckled. She fell to the floor, or would have if Robert hadn’t caught her. She stood up with her, hoisting her to her feet.

He began to kiss her, diving into her mouth and tasting her teeth. Natasha was so concerned with getting enough air after her orgasm. She was breathing heavily, while feeling quite sedated. But she loved when she felt her pussy being stimulated again, now with his fingers.

He meticulously worked her back into waves of pleasure until he had wormed one finger in her, and then two, his fingers thrusting time and time again. He went faster and faster, Natasha gripping his arms, her lips moaning into his chest as he brought her to orgasm again and kept working her so a second orgasm tailed the first, nearly knocking her out. Natasha felt like melted butter. Her whole body was warm and fuzzy and she felt almost like she wanted to go into a warm cocoon and sleep for 100 years.

“Mmmmm, someone’s fucking ready. You’re dripping sweetie. Don’t worry, daddy’s here.” Natasha heard Robert growl into her ear, unable to focus on anything but her own swimming mind, trying to stay conscious. She felt herself pressed up against a wall. She felt his lips and tongue go to hers. She felt his hands massaging her bare buttocks and then she felt it.

It pulled her back to reality a bit. Enough to get her eyes open. She felt his erection, free and clear, pressed between her tummy and his lower stomach. He was grinding his hips into her.

“Mmmmnnnaaah Mmmmmrrrrrmmmmeeeerrt. Rommmmm.” Natasha was too drugged one her own brains chemicals to focus. She knew she should not go further, it was right, it wasn’t time. But he felt so warm and strong up against her, his cock was pulsing and she felt an incredible yearning to feel him internally.

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Would They Call it Daddy Issues – Chapter 1B

Her hair bounced off her shoulders, her stunted gasps and grunts a jumbled mess. She looked at Teddy in the mirror. His mouth was open, lips pulled back, staring at himself penetrating Natasha over and over, faster and faster.

Natasha thought she might black out from the pain. She reached behind her to make Teddy hold back. He grabbed her wrist, and then reached and grabbed the other, holding both hands behind her as he pumped for all he was worth. Natasha’s head was drooped, she was barely aware. Pain had numbed her thoroughly.

“Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Teddy pumped again and kept himself buried inside. Natasha felt the mercy of the stop of pumping. She heard Teddy howling behind her as he filled her young pussy with a huge torrent of his semen.

A half thrust. Natasha grunted, Teddy grunted. And again, let loose a flood of sperm worthy his massive cock. Teddy let her arms go and wrapped around her tummy holding her close as he was rubbing his face back and forth on her shoulder blade, mumbling into her flesh.

He panted for a few minutes before pulling himself free, softer but still huge.

“Ah-ahaha-haa-ah! Esssssssszzzch.” Natasha grimaced in pain as his horse cock pulled free. She fell to her knees, back on her haunches. She made no sound, just breathed hard her pussy felt like it was stuck in super stretch mode. Had he broken her pussy? Would she ever be able to take a normal cock again?

Mercifully her cramping pussy did begin to retract and the pain subsided, but the soreness stuck around. She stayed on her haunches until Teddy pulled her up a few minutes later. She was ginger on her feet and Teddy began to make out with her.

She didn’t mind that until she felt his erection rub up against her tummy. Jesus, he was hard again? Natasha thought, feeling incredulous that he could possibly think she could take him again. He was too big.

“What, what armmmmm, mmmuuu doing?”

“Now that’s a silly question.” Teddy growled.

“No, no, that was just for the one time!”

“What? Hell no. For a thousand bucks you can give me 15 minutes.”

“No, no. No I can’t. . . “

“Sure you can, you just did.”

“No. No Teddy!”

He had tossed her into the sink, her delicate ass touching gross residue. She felt used and gross. Her legs splayed. Her tits hanging out, buoyant though they were. Her body ached all over and his cock looked even bigger as Teddy hopped up on the over turned trash can.

He pushed down on Natasha’s tummy and he rammed himself back in to her precious young pussy.

“Uuuuuuu! Teddy! Teddy slow-ow-ow.”

“Ok, ok slow.” And he went slow and steady, but kept the pace tolerable for the time being. He pumped long and deep, and Natasha was at least able to not be in pain. It ached and was sore for sure, but she was able to feel a bit of pleasure this time.

“Jesus Christ! Look at this body!” Teddy was squeezing her waist shifting her around as he pumped her worn out body. He ran his hands all over her, squeezing, pinching, rubbing. Her great tits, her taut tummy, her bubble butt, they all got their due attention.

This time Teddy had held out for considerably longer than his initial 35 second fuck. Natasha saw the white ooze on his dick, the massive member working like a plunger pulling his initial load of semen back out. Jesus it was a big cock, she still couldn’t believe he could fit in her. Three of his dicks would equal her waist.

“Ok, ok baby, sorry, it’s finish time.” He stood up higher and pulled back and slammed home and went into pumping at high speed.

“N-n-n-n-no-oh-hoh-oh-ooooooh!!” Natasha sobbed and clenched the dirty sink at her sides, her teeth clenched and her eyes squeezed shut. The pain was returning and Natasha was preparing for a thrashing but thankfully Teddy was at his peak and erupted inside of Natasha.

She watched his face as he twitched and howled. “Oh fuck baby, oh fuck take it, take my cum! Fuck yeah!” He stared at her, his face shaking as he let his cum flow freely and coated her innards with his spunk.

Teddy slipped off the garbage can, his still full cock yanked out of Natasha and she saw a few strands of gooey white coming out of her and sticking to the sink. She felt so relieved, and admittedly satisfied. She felt more affection than she ever had. It was lust and not the love she didn’t know she craved, but it filled the void, at least for now.

Once she was dressed, not easy because of moving her legs, she walked slowly and gingerly to the car, wondering if it would be weeks before she could walk again. Teddy drove her home. He texted her three times a week from then on, but she rarely responded, only when the week was slow, especially the holidays. But she was on to something, and she liked the $1000 sitting in her backpack.

She still thought everything would have gone smooth if she hadn’t gotten lazy. But she did. She got lazy and things got. . . complicated. She cleaned herself and got in bed, but couldn’t turn off her mind.

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