Massage Me, Daddy — Don’t Stop! Novel – “Ohh! Fuck! Daddy! Harder!” I screamed as my stepdad kept thrusting hard into me. He had a tight grip on my hair, pulling it back so my spine was arched while he fucked me with everything he had. “You love how Daddy fucks you, right?” he whispered into my ear. Then, he spanked my ass so hard I nearly cried from the sting. “Yes, Daddy! Harder! Don’t stop fucking me!” I screamed as I approached my orgasm.
Just as I was about to lose it, my eyes snapped open. Fuck. It was another wet dream. I could feel the dampness between my legs; I had soaked my panties, as usual. I tried to get out of bed, and that was when it hit me: my whole body was wrecked. I felt as if I had been hit by a truck. For a moment, I was unsure whether the discomfort was from the rough sex I’d just had with my stepdad in the dream, or from the brutal, bumpy car ride we’d endured the night before.
My mom, my stepdad, and I had landed here in Thailand yesterday evening for a three-week vacation. After spending agonizing hours on the plane, the taxi my stepdad booked to bring us to our villa took a terrible, unpaved route for the three-hour journey. I’d been tossed around in the backseat the entire time. I hadn’t felt it yesterday, but right now, my body was aching in places I didn’t even know could hurt. Every muscle felt like it had been stretched to its breaking point and then tied into tight knots. I’d never felt so drained in my life.
Every time I tried to shift under the light sheets, a new, sharp pain flared up in my lower back or shot down my calves. The soreness didn’t seem like a big deal until I actually stood up. The moment my feet hit the floor, a groan escaped my lips. I could barely walk. We had tours booked and a lot of sights to see, so I knew I had to recover before doing anything else. I limped into the bathroom, splashed my face with cold water, and brushed my teeth while leaning heavily against the marble counter.
I walked back to my room and threw on a T-shirt—going braless—along with a skimpy skirt. It wasn’t exactly modest, but I loved wearing it. I was beautiful and well-endowed in all the right places, and I’d always known how to use that to my advantage. The skirt barely covered my butt, and the neckline of my shirt left my cleavage on full display. I loved showing it off. I’d previously caught my stepdad—a man whose handsome looks alone made him every woman’s dream—staring at my breasts, and it always sent a thrill through me.
I couldn’t tell if I was just imagining things or reading too much into the way his gaze lingered, but deep down, I hoped it was exactly what I thought. So, whenever I had the chance, I deliberately showed myself off to him. Even though I wasn’t feeling well today, I wasn’t going to miss an opportunity. I limped into the living room and found him watching TV. “Good morning, Dad,” I greeted him, my voice weak and strained. “How are you doing?” he asked, looking up.
His eyes did that familiar sweep, starting at my face, smoothly drifting down to my chest, tracing my waistline to the hem of my skirt, and then slowly making their way back up. He immediately noticed something wasn’t right; my expression gave it away. “Wait… are you alright?” “Umm, I’m not feeling great. My body hurts,” I replied, clutching the doorframe for support. “Your body?” he asked, his brow furrowing. “Honestly, I was worried about you when the driver took that awful road. I knew it would be too rough on you. I’m so sorry.
Come to Daddy.” I took a hesitant step toward him. “Don’t you think you need a massage?” he asked, genuine concern on his face. “Maybe,” I said, shuffling closer. I reached the couch and slumped down beside him, feeling the heavy ache in my limbs. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Where exactly does it hurt?” he asked, shifting closer to me. “My legs, arms, shoulders, and neck. Everywhere, really. My whole body,” I answered, closing my eyes and leaning my head back against the cushions. “You really do need a massage,” he said softly.