Tidal Cravings: Daddy’s Forbidden Backdoor Blaze 💋
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Chapter 1: Waves of Longing
Lila stared out at the crashing ocean from their cliffside apartment balcony, the salt air whipping her auburn curls around her freckled face. At nineteen, her curves—full hips, heavy tits straining her bikini top—felt like a curse tonight. No one to worship them. No thick fingers kneading her plump ass cheeks, no gravelly voice growling “good girl” as he claimed her most secret hole.
Marcus, her daddy, that rugged sculptor with salt-and-pepper stubble and arms like coiled ropes from hauling marble blocks, had been ghosts in his own workshop. Two massive statue commissions loomed, deadlines biting his ass. He’d grunt hellos, peck her forehead, then vanish into that sweat-soaked studio smelling of stone dust and desperation.
She missed the burn. God, the way his veiny monster stretched her tight ring, pumping ropes of hot daddy cum deep into her guts. Anal had become her religion since he first popped her cherry back there six months ago. Now? Weeks without it left her asshole twitching, needy, leaking slick just from memories.
A seagull screeched overhead. Lila sighed, rubbing her thighs together. Did she fuck up? Push too hard for his cock last time? His silence stung worse than any spanking.
She padded inside, the cool tile under her bare feet a poor substitute for his callused palms. Peeking into the workshop door—cracked as always—he hunched over a half-formed bronze figure, chisel flying. Sweat gleamed on his broad back, biceps flexing. Her pussy clenched. Fuck, she wanted to drop to her knees right there, beg for his meat in her throat.
“Daddy?” Her voice cracked, small.
He glanced up, eyes bloodshot. “Not now, princess. Gotta finish this curve by dawn.”
Rejected. Again. Heart sinking, Lila slunk away, asshole aching emptier than ever.
New Temptations Stir
Back in her room, phone buzzed. Snapchat from Ryan—that tall, cocky surfer dude eyeing State U with her for marine biology. She’d mentioned the ocean life dream once at a beach party. His message popped: shirtless pic, board shorts low, V-lines screaming fuck-me. “Yo, Lila, campus tours next month? Bet you’d look fire in a wetsuit. What you studying again?”
She bit her lip. Ryan’s bod was prime, but no. Not like daddy’s brutal girth. Still, fingers flew: “Marine bio, saving reefs n shit. Football jock huh? Practice owning asses?” Flirty, testing waters she wouldn’t dive into.
He snapped back quick: “Business major, wanna launch surf shop. Fun? Partying till dawn. You?”
“Beach hangs, dad time.” Send. Why’d she type that? Truth burned.
“Cool. Hit practice. Catch waves later?”
Lila tossed the phone. Waves? She craved daddy’s tidal thrusts slamming her shithole till she squirted.
Chapter 2: Workshop Whispers Denied
Sunset bled orange across the horizon as Lila schemed. She’d seduce him tonight. Slipped into a sheer thong, the string vanishing between her juicy globes, and a crop top barely containing her D-cups. Tip-toed to the workshop, hips swaying like a siren’s call.
Marcus hammered away, oblivious. The air reeked of oil, metal shavings crunching underfoot. She sidled behind him, pressing tits to his back, hands snaking down to palm his crotch. Semi-hard already. “Missed you, daddy. Let me ease that stress.”
He stiffened—cock twitching under her fingers—but shrugged her off gentle. “Fuck, baby girl, you know I want to bury this dick in your greedy ass. But these pieces… clients breathing down my neck. Rain check?”
Her cheeks burned. “Okay.” Voice tiny. She fled, slamming her door, tears hot. Curled on bed, fingering her sopping slit, imagining his tongue rimming her pucker. Came twice, whispering “daddy” like a prayer. Still empty.
Ryan snapped again later: “Missed your reply. Horny for ocean talk?” Dick pic attached—decent length, but no daddy vein-bulge.
“Busy.” Block. No one filled her like Marcus.
Flashback Flames
Memory hit hard: first anal, three months back. Him lubing her virgin rosebud in their king bed, whispering “gonna make this shitter mine forever.” The pop as his purpled helmet breached, her screams melting to moans, guts rearranging around his piston. He’d flooded her bowels till cum bubbled out, plugging her with his thumb. “Daddy’s anal slut now.”
She’d craved it daily since. Queen of backdoor bliss. Now dethroned by deadlines.
Chapter 3: Brunch Breakdown 🔥
Morning sun pierced the kitchen blinds. Lila whipped up omelets—his fave, loaded with cheese and ham—hoping food bridged the gap. Marcus shuffled in, towel around waist post-shower, chest hair damp and dark.
“Smells killer, princess.” He plated up, but wolfed solo at the counter, eyes on sketches.
Enough. Lila slammed her fork. “Daddy! Talk to me. You’ve been a zombie. No fucks, no cuddles. Did I piss you off? My ass not tight enough anymore?” Tears welled, voice wobbling.
He dropped everything, face crumpling. Rushed over, scooping her into tree-trunk arms. “Jesus, Lila, no. You’re perfect. My cock weeps for that perfect pucker every damn night.” Buried face in her neck, inhaling her vanilla scent. “Work’s killing me. Two bronzes due Friday, behind schedule. Didn’t wanna dump on you.”
She sniffled, grinding pussy on his thigh. “Tell me next time. I ache without your cum painting my insides. Thought you hated me.”
“Never, baby. You’re daddy’s good little anal whore. Forgive me?” His hand cupped her ass, thumb teasing the cleft.
“Always.” She kissed him fierce, tongues dueling salty. Broke for air. “Eat. Then fuck me stupid.”
He chuckled deep, devouring breakfast while eye-fucking her. Talk flowed—his stress, her classes, dreams of him joining her reef dives. Bond mended over coffee steam.
Chapter 4: Midnight Gut-Reaming
Hours ticked. Lila studied marine currents, mind drifting to anal waves crashing inside her. Workshop quieted; daddy’s footsteps padded down the hall.
She’d prepped—showered deep, ass pristine, begging for invasion. Waited in his bed, naked, knees to chest, rosebud winking.
Marcus entered, eyes widening at the sight. “Fuck me, princess. That hole’s calling daddy home.” Stripped, his nine-inch beast sprang free, precum-smeared, veins throbbing like ropes.
Dove between her thighs, tongue spearing her slit first. Slurped her gush, honey-sweet on his lips. “Taste like sin.” Nibbled clit till she bucked, then flipped her doggy.
Rimmed her furiously, tongue-fucking the ring, beard scraping cheeks. “Gonna wreck this shithole.” Fingers plunged pussy, stretching.
“Please, daddy! Feed me cock!” She shoved back, asshole questing.
He lubed up generous—cool gel trickling down her crack—then pressed blunt head. Slow breach, inch by girthy inch, her ring yielding with a lewd squelch. Burn bloomed to bliss. “Soooo full!”
Bottomed out, balls slapping taint. Held, grinding. Then piston-mode: long strokes, pulling to tip, slamming balls-deep. Clap-clap-clap echoed, skin slick with sweat.
“Take daddy’s ass-pounder, slut!” Grunted crude. She howled, tits swinging, nails clawing sheets. Smell of musk, lube, arousal thick.
Switched: her riding reverse, cheeks spread wide, impaling on his upward thrusts. Guts churned; she rubbed clit frantic. “Cumming! Fill my bowels!”
He roared, hosing her depths—pulse after pulse, hot jets flooding rectum. Overflow squirted out, creamy mess coating thighs. Collapsed, kissing sloppy, tasting each other’s filth.
Clean-Up Cravings
“Suck it shiny, baby.” She spun, devoured his ass-glazed pole. Salty-tangy, cum-bubble bursts on tongue. Humming worship, deepthroating till gag-tears.
Cuddled after, his fingers idly circling her winking, cum-leaking hole. “Love you eternal, my backdoor goddess.”
“Love you more, daddy. Your cum’s my lifeline.” 💋
Chapter 5: Shower Sodomy Surge
Dawn light filtered through blinds. Lila woke first, bladder full, but needier: fresh daddy dick in her poopchute. Slipped to shower, cranking hot spray, steam fogging mirrors.
Marcus joined minutes later, sleepy-eyed, morning wood raging. “Naughty girl starting without me?” Soaped her tits, thumbs flicking nips to peaks.
She bent at waist, bracing wall, ass presented. Water cascaded over curves. “Claim it, daddy. Make my shitter overflow again.”
No lube needed—residue slicked from night. He mounted like beast, spearing deep in one shove. “Tight as virgin every time!” Water pounded backs as he railed, hips slapping wet.
Hand snaked front, pinching clit. “Who’s daddy’s anal cumdump?”
“Me! Fuck my guts raw!” Echoed off tiles, moans drowning spray roar.
Pounded brutal, switching grips: hair yank, tit maul. Her orgasm hit like tsunami—walls milking, squirting down legs mixed with shower.
“Take seed!” Second load erupted, thicker, painting colon white. Pulled out; she spun, knelt, slurped remnants—water rinsing flavor fresh.
Toweled off laughing, his mark drying sticky between cheeks.
Chapter 6: Depths Eternal
Afternoon beach walk sealed it. Sand gritty underfoot, waves whispering promises. Lila leaned into Marcus’s side, hand possessive on his bulge.
“Work done?” She teased.
“Fuck deadlines. You first now.” Kissed salty lips.
Home, she journaled mental: Hard days fade when daddy’s cock rules my ass. Busy? Talk. Need? Fuck. Our taboo tide unbreakable.
Evening devolved to marathon. Missionary anal—eyes locked, his weight pinning as he churned slow-deep. “Feel that? Daddy owning your soul.”
“Yes! Breed my bowels forever!” Climax synced—hers shrieking, his bellowing cum-cannonade.
Post-fuck tangle: fingers in hair, breaths syncing. Ryan’s snaps ignored forever. Only daddy’s girth mattered, stretching her to queenly ecstasy.
Night fell, bodies entwined. Ass full, heart fuller. Their forbidden blaze burned eternal, waves of pleasure crashing unending. 🔥
