I’m Not Your Wife, I’m Your Daughter pts 5 & 6 (revised)

5 Months Later…

Part 5

Every day it’s the same.

When I wake up, your cock is already inside me, thrusting away. Every. Single. Day. For the last 5 months. Any more, I just pretend I’m still sleeping until you finish, because as soon as you do, your mouth makes a beeline for my now protruding belly button. You close over it, flicking it with your tongue, suckling at it like a breast. I will never not think it’s weird. But I’ve found that if I wait until now to “wake up,” it usually cuts your suckling short. So I begin moving around.

“Mmm. Good morning baby.”

I yawn and mutter a sleepy “Mornin’” but keeping my eyes closed like I’m trying to fall back to sleep.

“C’mon sleepy head. We godda get up. The concrete guys are going to be here in a couple hours, with the lumber truck not far behind.”

You decided our first big project was to redo the balcony off our room and the patio below it. And with this baby coming before the end of the month, you wanted to get the concrete poured and all of the materials ready. I’m assuming this is going to be how you attempt to keep my mind off everything.

“Ok I’m up, I’m up.” You help me sit, then stand, and then guide me into the shower. You turn on the showerheads and the warm water causes goosebumps to cover my body. I’m letting it hit my face when I feel your arm wrap around my belly from behind. Your voice is right above my ear. “Ready?”

I turn my head in the direction of your voice and give a quick nod. And with that, you slide a large, silicone plug into my butt. This has essentially become a permanent fixture to my body ever since it dawned on you that my pussy will be off limits for at least 6 weeks after I give birth. So in order to maintain our routine, you bought me this plug to keep me prepared to take your cock in my ass at all times.

There have been other adjustments to our routine, most notable what comes next.

This started when you first decided to teach me how to suck your cock and upon doing so learned I have no gag reflex, therefore allowing you to cum directly into my stomach.

Then, one night we were watching a movie and you had to piss but didn’t want to pause it. So you made the decision to use my throat instead (this was before I wore a butt plug daily and my ass wasn’t prepared for your cock). You got off the couch, ordered me to kneel in front of you, and you pulled my mouth onto your cock to the hilt, all while never taking your eyes off the tv.

As soon as you were down my throat, you released your bladder, directly into my stomach. This took me by complete surprise, but I was honored that you chose me to serve this need, so I gladly took every last drop down my throat, thanking you when you were finished.

And this leads to where we are now. In the shower. Your cock making its way down my throat, about to give me my daily dose of daddy’s piss.

As your cock finds its destination, and I feel the warm stream begin to trickle, I do something I haven’t done in a very long time. I reminisce. And as I think back over the last 5 months, I realize something: I’ve changed. And no, not the change that happened as a result of the pellet still lodged in my arm.

After that day, I saw you in a whole new light. I not only accepted my new life, I wanted it. I was willing and eager to serve you day and night. You even gifted me with a stunning diamond ring and matching band. I haven’t taken it off since you placed it on my finger. I was so happy.

That’s how it was for the first couple months. Around the third month, it cooled down a little bit. I mean I was still willing to serve you, but a little less eager. About halfway through the fourth month, I sobbed in your arms as I confessed that there have been several times where I merely thought of asking you to not do something, or give me a break from the routine just this one time.

You took my face in your hands to look into my eyes, “thank you for telling me this baby. And look, it’s ok. You’re going through a lot of changes, your hormones are out of whack, your belly is getting bigger by the day.. I imagine that’s getting to be more uncomfortable.”

I grabbed your wrists and closed my eyes and nodded. “The important thing is that you were honest with me about these feelings, and even more so, that you knew better than to give into those feelings. I need you to stay strong for me baby girl, ok?”

That last line struck a chord when I replayed it in my head. And I swear, I heard a very distant voice desperately calling ”please!!” right at that moment. But before I could get any closer to the voice, your cock slid from my throat, pulling me back to the surface of reality.

I shake those thoughts from my mind and look up at you, “Thank you daddy.” Then grab your extended hand to stand up. I reach to your face and pull you into a long kiss, standing on my tippy toes the whole time. Then I break my lips from yours and turn to finish showering.

When I get out, I do my normal routine, but when I go to the closet, I opt for one of 2 satin maternity dresses you bought for me, reserved specifically for days like today. There will be construction crews at our house, and though my interaction will be extremely limited, a robe alone will not suffice as clothing. But I still wear one anyway over the sleeveless dress.

We sit down for breakfast and I’m oddly not that hungry. This doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Something on your mind baby girl?”

I keep my eyes down and don’t respond.

“Amelia?”

I know not to make you ask something twice, “I just don’t know how to ask what I want to ask.”

“Surely it can’t be [i[that[/i] bad honey. Just ask.”

I take a deep breath before looking up at you. “Well, when you finally walked me out to the barn a couple months ago, I noticed the stables….”

“And?”

“And I was wondering how you felt about maybe getting a couple of horses….?”

You pondered the thought for a moment. “I’ll think about it.”

You saying this made my face light up, “Really?? Oh daddy thank you!!” I get off my stool and throw my arms around your neck.

“Don’t thank me yet, that wasn’t a yes.”

“But it wasn’t a no either,” I respond teasingly before giving you a kiss on the cheek. I caught a smile you were trying to hide as I walked across the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee.

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The next two weeks were pretty uneventful. The construction crews had come and gone, doing their respective jobs. I had apparently started “nesting.” Which was basically just me constantly cleaning and checking, and rechecking, the birthing suite to make sure everything was in order.

Then, one afternoon, I’m sitting by the island on a barstool, leaning back on my elbows as you secure some kind of device around my ankle.

“Daddy, look at me, I’m literally about to pop any second. Where do you think I’m gonna go without you?”

“Ames, this is for your protection and you know it.”

“Right.” There was a hint of sarcasm in my voice.

You stand up towering over me, causing me to look straight up at you. You bring your hand to my face and stroke my cheek with your thumb. “You know I hate leaving you but I have to go to this business meeting. I won’t be gone long though, ok? I promise. I’ll make up some excuse to leave and come back home to you as soon as I possibly can.”

“Ok. Well, I’ll be fine, daddy. Don’t spend your whole night anxiously checking the cameras worrying about me. I’ll be on the couch the whole time snacking and watching tv.”

“I’ll never not worry about you. Especially when I’m so far away.”

I’d never admit it, but I was super anxious for you to leave too. I was every time you left, which thankfully, wasn’t much. You’re my safety, my security blanket. I needed you to be close to me at all times. But I also understood you had responsibilities you couldn’t ignore. So it was my responsibility to stay strong for you.

And once again, those words struck a chord. Stay Strong… But I quickly shook it off. I can’t handle unnecessary anxiety right now.

“You’re going to feel silly when you get back home and I’m passed out on the couch surrounded by candy wrappers.” I smile and lean up to kiss you.