Size Queen
By: Guy New York
Tags: Kink, Fiction, Sex, Erotica, Short Story

Size Queen

The first of three stories from a girl who craves hung Daddies

It was the summer after I graduated high school that I discovered my truth. I had done well, gotten good grades, and had a fun if somewhat mundane sexual awakening. For my entire senior year, I had a sweet boyfriend; he took my virginity and opened my eyes to the beauty of a good fuck.

We knew that college would separate us, but it was far easier to ignore the pending challenge than it was to address it. So by the time August came around, we were still dating, still having sex, and occasionally even enjoying it.

But the party changed everything and even if I could go back and undo my mistakes, I would not. Even if I could undo the hurt, repair the damage, or fix what I broke, I would instead do it the same way all over again, because that Friday night was when it all began.

Lars and I walked into the party hand in hand. It was loud, the backyard packed, and the pool full of more kids than I had seen all summer. It was a final goodbye and a last fuck you, and we were all going to get drunk and see how stupid we could be.

We found the keg a few minutes after we arrived and my boyfriend filled up a glass as I discovered the punch. Fuck it was good.

And then we began to drink. And we kept drinking.

It must have been three in the morning when I wandered drunkenly into the giant house to find the bathroom. I don’t know how much I had by that point, but I had done a better job of maintaining than my boyfriend. Lars had passed out on a deck chair nearly an hour earlier, and I was still going.

The bathroom off the kitchen was locked, and the one down the hall was so nasty that I didn’t even open the door all the way before shutting it again. So I stumbled through the house until I found the stairs that led down to the basement. I found a bathroom quickly, peed, and then decided to explore a bit before returning to the party.

I soon discovered a small movie theater which I gawked at before I pushed open the far door to find myself in another private room which I decided was a lounge. It might have been an office, or it might have been a library, but I wasn’t old enough–or rich enough–to know the difference. What I did know, was that it was not empty.

“I’m so sorry, I just came down to use the bathroom, and I got turned around,” I blurted out before the man in the chair spun around to face me.

“It sounds like things are quieting down up there.”

I was ninety percent sure that the man in the chair was the father of our friend hosting the party, but if I had met him, I didn’t remember it. He was handsome in an older man sort of way, and he sat casually drinking a glass of whiskey while somewhere a record was playing Nina Simone.

“Most people have passed out or gone home,” I said. “I didn’t think Roy’s parents were home.”

“I like to keep an eye on things,” he said, standing up and moving towards me. I looked up and realized that he was at least a head taller than me.

“I can go,” I said, blushing brightly. “I don’t want to bother you.”

“You’re not bothering me,” he said matter of factly. He didn’t move away. And for some reason, neither did I.

“Oh,” was all I managed to get out.

“How was the water?” he asked.

And then, for the first time since I walked into the room, I remembered I was wearing nothing but a bright blue, two-piece, bikini. A tiny bright blue, two-piece, bikini.

“It was nice,” I said, looking down at my feet again. He still made no motion to move, and I wasn’t sure if he was hitting on me or getting ready to kick me out. But he stood so close to me that I could smell him, and suddenly I was no longer in a hurry to leave.

“You’re still wet,” he said, lifting the strap off my shoulder before letting it snap back against my skin.

“I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “I can go change.”

And then the bastard lifted my head up with a finger on my chin. He looked down into my baby blue eyes knowing full well that I was a friend of his son’s, and slowly slid his hand around the back of my neck.

“There’s no need for that,” he said, untying the string with a flip of his fingers.

At that moment, I realized that something was going to happen. I was getting hit on by Mr. Banks, and I was doing nothing to stop it. My boyfriend was upstairs drunk and asleep. I stood perfectly still as he let the strings drop off my shoulders until the top of my suit fell around my stomach.

“Beautiful,” was all he said, his hand sliding down my chin before gently brushing my bare breasts.

I sighed quietly at his touch, but still, I didn’t move, and it was by far the most exciting thing I had ever experienced. And while I knew that what was happening was wrong, inappropriate, and immoral, I found that I didn’t care. In fact, I reached behind my back, undid the bottom string, and let my top fall to the floor.

He took a step back and nodded at me with encouragement. His eyes were invasive as they took me in, but somehow I slid my thumbs under the sides of my bikini bottoms, and while he watched me, I slowly slid them down and off.

“That’s much better,” he said, once more stepping towards me. “I assume you’re eighteen?”

“Yes,” I said, wondering if that was the only question he had. Did he care that I had a boyfriend? Did he care what I wanted? Did he want to know what I had done or who I had been with?

The answer to all of those questions was no. The man in front of me, the one to change my life, cared about very little at that moment. If I had to guess, I would say that he cared about one thing only. And that was using my teenage body for his filthy pleasure.

“What do you want?” I finally asked, my hands trembling at my sides.

He didn’t miss a beat.

“I want to fuck you,” he said, his voice deep and powerful. “Daddy wants to fuck you.”

The moment the words left his lips, he was on me, his mouth pressed against my own and his hands on my ass pulling my naked body to him. I let him kiss me, and I let him touch me, and I have no regrets. Because as he held me, I felt him grow hard until his big cock pressed into my stomach.

And I do mean big.

“Kneel,” he said, finally letting me go. I looked up, but I’m ashamed to admit that I dropped to my knees in a heartbeat. And without him asking, I reached up, undid his pants, and then reached in and wrapped my hand around his hardening cock.

My first thought was disbelief. It was not like any cock I had felt before, and as I pulled it from his pants, I realized it was not like any cock I had seen before either. I watched as it continued to grow until I found myself shaking.

Lars was a normal boy. Average you might say. But this man, this horrible beast, was something else altogether, and I wanted it that instant. His cock grew heavy in my hand, and when I opened my mouth, I found I was already drooling. He touched my hair, gently pushing it behind one ear, as I engulfed him, determined to see how much I could get in my mouth.

I gagged instantly.

His laugh at my failed attempt only made me try harder, and I managed to get his head and at least a few inches down my throat. His groan of appreciation was like music, and I struggled to relax as I let him start to slide in and out of my mouth.

As he began to build up a rhythm, he continued to grow, until finally I sat back on my heels and looked up at his fully erect cock which stood so tall it covered his navel. I licked up and down the ridge that ran straight up his length, and he smiled as he touched my chin once more. I cupped his balls in my hand as I slowly stroked him, and just when I thought he might plunge into my mouth again, he lifted me up instead.

I gasped as he kissed me, this time his manhood pressing against my bare skin. Just as I opened my mouth to say something, his fingers were inside me, and there was nothing I could do but moan.

“Daddy is going to fuck you now,” he said casually as if offering me a coke. “It’s going to hurt. But it will be okay.”

And that was it.

That was his entire warning, his entire discussion, and his entire explanation. He lifted me up, carried me to a leather couch, and placed me on my hands and knees with my ass in the air. I bit my lip as I felt him press against me, and I was no longer in control of myself.

It wasn’t so much the physical sensation that I craved, but rather the sense of vulnerability. I was small and impatient, and he was going to do with me as he pleased. In spite of the near physical impossibility of what he planned, he was going to do it anyway.

As I felt him push harder against my entrance, I realized for the first time that not only did he not have a condom on, but I didn’t care. Lars and I had been safe every single time we fucked, but this man’s bare cock was splitting me open, and the thought of asking him to stop was horrifying.

I was foolish to think for a moment that he was actually inside me. Yes, I could feel myself opening around him, but that was not the same thing. Because as he grabbed onto my hips and positioned himself, he suddenly thrust into me all at once, and I was done for.

The pain hit me a second before the pleasure, and I cried out so loudly I thought he might cover my mouth. But no, he only pushed me forward and then pulled me back once more, thrusting his giant cock into my near virginal pussy again and again. Each time he filled me I cried out, and each time he left me I moaned in sorrow and regret. After just a moment or two, I began to push back onto him, and my entire body was on fire.

“Oh god, it’s so much better,” I heard myself cry.

As he moved faster and faster, I realized that much to my embarrassment that I was about to come. He grabbed me tightly and pulled me back onto him, filling me entirely, and I was finished. I cried out again, wordlessly this time, and I began to clench and quiver as I let myself go, soaking his cock with my release.

“Such a good girl,” he said, holding himself still as I came around him. “Such a perfect little slut, taking Daddy’s big cock like that.”

“Oh god!” I cried out as he lifted me up once more. I nearly cried when he withdrew, but he quickly flipped me to my back, lay me down once more, and then took my hand and wrapped it around his slick shaft.

“I want you to see it,” he growled. “I want you to see your tiny body taking my cock. Watch as I slide into you.”

The thought of looking away had never crossed my mind, and I held him steady, sliding my hips down as he finally penetrated me again; I was in heaven. He felt nothing like Lars at all. In fact, he felt like nothing else, and I knew at that moment that I wanted more of it.

As I lay on the back with a man twenty years older than me slamming into my tight body, I began to cry tears of joy. The sight was amazing to see, but the sensations of being so utterly full, so thoroughly taken, and so painfully fucked, were all that mattered. Faster and faster he took me, his eyes closing in agony and desire as he used me, and then he was on top of me, his pelvic bone smashing into my clit as he buried himself within me.

He kissed me once, pinned my arms above my head with one hand on my wrists, and then he started to come. I could feel him pulsing as he let go, and suddenly someone was coming inside me for the first time in my young life. It was the dirtiest, filthiest, and hottest thing I had ever experienced, and I cried out for more.

“I can feel you coming! I can feel you coming inside me; it feels so good, Daddy. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

I had never said the word before, even to my own father, and it sent another pulse of pleasure right through me. It was a simple thing, but somehow it made it all feel so much filthier. And I loved it.

“Fuck me harder, Daddy!” I cried, testing it again.

And just then, just as he bottomed out within me, his cum leaking out around him, I saw the shadow in the corner. Lars was standing by the door with his mouth open watching me get pounded and begging for someone else’s cum, and I did not care.

Not even for a moment.

“Don’t stop, Daddy,” I begged, looking Lars right in the eye. “You’re so much bigger than my boyfriend. Please don’t ever stop fucking me.”

I think I saw Lars wipe his eyes as Mr. Banks finally pulled out, gripped his giant tool in one hand, and finished on my stomach and then the lips of my swollen pussy. He growled and moaned, pumping himself three more times as the last of him landed on my sweaty body.

“Fuck, I love little girls,” he said, falling back to the couch.

When I looked up, I saw that Lars had gone.

I reached between my legs to find myself tender and wet, and I fingered myself gently, soothing my body with his cum. And as I touched myself with it, all the while watching him slowly grow soft, I knew I wanted more.

And I knew that I would always want more.

He didn’t say anything as I got up. And he was silent as I took his shirt, which he had thrown off in the middle of fucking me, and wrapped it around my naked body. I buttoned two buttons, picked up my discarded bikini top leaving him the bottoms, and then I left.

From that day on I was the father fucking cheating slut from hell, but it didn’t matter. My high school friends could laugh, tease, or berate me all they wanted, because not only was I going to college, but I had been fucked well for the first time in my life.

And I knew that it was only going to get better.