10 comments/ 59053 views/ 84 favorites Call Me Daddy Ch. 01 By: sinfuldeeds "Your two o'clock is here, Mr. Macken." Ahh, his interesting two o'clock appointment. He had been looking forward to it all day. He knew she was female. He knew she had given a false name – since nothing showed up on the quick background check he had done on her. He knew she was willing to pay a thousand dollars for the opportunity to talk to him for an hour. He was a lawyer - and a damned expensive one. Was she a federal agent? He was dirty as hell, as were most of his clients. Perhaps a competitor for one of his clients. That could prove unhealthy. But he was as ready as could be. Not a scrap of paper was on his shiny rosewood desk. His laptop was tucked away in its case beneath his desk. And a handgun was within easy reach in his pocket. "Send her in, Mrs. Vaughn." He tilted his head slightly when she entered. She was definitely not what he expected. She didn't look any older than twenty, dressed in a cheap classic black skirt that swished around sleek young thighs and a loose ivory blouse. Spiky black fuck-me heels. Small and dainty, with thick honey colored hair shot through with deep red sparks. Right now that hair was tamed into a twisted knot, but James Macken suspected once released it would overwhelm her small heart-shaped face. And a very pretty face it was, too. Elfin in quality, with pale creamy skin, a lush mouth, two big brown eyes just a tad too large for her face that reminded him of something or someone he could not quite place. Her tits were small too, barely a handful from the looks of things. But when she half turned to close the door Jim decided her ass more than made up for it. She had a tight and high round ass – a delicious bubble butt that gave her a delightful little wiggle when she walked. "Please, have a seat, Ms. Bey" He was studiously polite, offering her coffee or tea which she just as politely declined. He then waited silently while her small fingers twisted nervously together and she nibbled at her plump bottom lip. He stared at that mouth and fantasized sliding his cock between those delectable lips. Was she a good cocksucker? She looked like she would be. He could damn sure make her one if she wasn't. His thoughts were disturbed when she opened the cheap black clutch she carried, his hand moving halfway to the gun in his pocket. But she just pulled out a couple papers, unfolding them and smoothing them out nervously in her lap. She may look like a nervous teenager about to give her first speech in speech class, but when she spoke her voice was crisp and to the point. "Mr. Macken, I gave your secretary a false last name. My real name is Hope Amelia Doerr. My mother's name is Frances Arielle Doerr." She looked straight at him, her thin shoulders back, and her chin up. She waited expectantly, and after a moment he shrugged. "Those are nice names, Ms.... Doerr." His response seemed to throw her off her game, and she looked down at the paperwork in her hands uncertainly. He began to grow irritated. "Ms. Doerr, I agreed to meet with you because you agreed to pay an amount I did not expect you too. I hope you are not entirely stupid, and realize the services I offer are mostly to very large, powerful clients who can afford me. I suspect you, Ms. Doerr, cannot afford me. I am quite frankly surprised you came up with the money to afford this one hour consultation. May I suggest you get right to the point? Because in..." He made a show of checking his $7,000 Rolex. "In 53 minutes I am going to have to ask you to leave." She bit her bottom lip again, and his cock surged. Perhaps he wouldn't ask her to leave. Perhaps he would have her right on his desk. It had been nearly a whole week since he had fucked a woman – he was overdue satisfaction. "My mother was a pastor's daughter, and while I was growing up we lived at home with her parents. I never knew my father. Once when I was nine years old I asked who my father was and she told me never to speak of him again. But when I turned eighteen last month, she told me my father's name." He interrupted her with a deliberate yawn. "I do not track down long lost fathers, Ms. Doerr." "I'm not asking you too. I already did that." That caught his attention, and he looked sharply at her. "If you intend to accuse one of my clients of being your father, I hope you have supportive proof, Ms. Doerr." "That's a very odd word to use for trying to tell someone they are my father, Mr. Macken. 'Accuse' is not the term I would use." Her face was pale and tense, but he didn't give a shit. His job was to protect his clients, even from troublesome bastards hunting money. "Just name the man and give me the proof, Ms. Doerr. Let's get this over with." Her plump fuckable lips thinned in displeasure, resentment flaring in her eyes. She slapped the papers down on his desk loudly. He never flinched, just grinned at her...until she spoke the name of the father. "James Macken." He froze, staring at her. Christ. HIM? She was accusing HIM of being her father? "That's ridiculous. I am not your father." He grabbed the papers, glancing briefly at them as he continued. "You can march your happy ass right out of he...." His voice faded as he studied the papers. A fucking birth certificate with his name on it. Fuck. The other paper, a picture of him as a younger man with a woman that seemed vaguely familiar. He thought he remembered the girl, a naïve little cunt who had willingly given him her virginity. Then after a week she had second thoughts, so he had simply held her prisoner in his bedroom for two days and raped the shit out of her, then left town. She had been fortunate. It wasn't long after her he had learned various ways to dispose of unhappy fucktoys. He pursed his lips, staring down at the picture unhappily. "I'm not giving you a goddamn dime, Ms. Doerr." He stared at her coldly. "Just because I fucked your mother and she shit you out of her cunt doesn't mean I am going to open my wallet for you." The girl turned white, and he saw tears puddle in her eyes. It made her look downright fuckable. He enjoyed fucking women so much more when they were crying. "I don't want your money, Mr. Macken." Her voice trembled, and his cock twitched. Daughter or not, she was a hot little piece of ass. And she had nerve. He liked that. If he had a daughter, at least she wasn't a spineless bit of fluff. "Ms. Doerr, in case you didn't already notice I am not a nice man. Trust me, you do not want me as your long lost father. I suggest you go back home to mommy and marry a nice normal man and have nice normal babies. Forget all about me, or you will regret it for the rest of your life." "I know you're not a nice man, Mr. Macken. That is why I am here." He blinked, then deliberately wadded up the papers into a ball, tossing them over the desk to her. He almost grinned when she deftly caught them. Despite the tears she was a proud little thing, her pert little chin lifted up. "Explain yourself." "I have lived my whole life as a lie, Mr. Macken. I tried so hard to be the good girl I was supposed to be, but it was a constant struggle. My whole life I felt like I didn't belong. Out of place. Everyone I know lived a good, holy life. They loved Jesus, and lived for heaven. But I...I was attracted to sin from a very young age. Most children in my church get saved by age 5. I never confessed Christ, Mr. Macken. I never wanted to be saved. I wanted more from THIS life, even if I didn't know what more was. And then last month on my 18th birthday my mother told me about you. She told me that you were an evil man who protected other evil men who sold drugs and guns and girls. She told me you raped her. Is that true, Mr. Macken?" He stared her down coldly. "If it was true, why would I admit it? Especially since you might be wearing a wire. Did the feds find you and send you in here to get some silly confession? How juvenile of them." "I'm not wearing a wire, Mr. Macken. I can prove it." He blinked at that. "Prove it?" She stood, setting her crappy little clutch on his desk, reaching up to her top button. His jaw dropped as her fingers nimbly unfastened it. Then the next. Then the next. A thin film of sweat beaded his forehead as more and more delicate pale skin was revealed. He could now see the shadow of her cleavage. Another button. She said nothing, slipping the blouse off her narrow shoulders and dropping it onto his desk. Reached behind herself. He heard a soft clicking sound as she unfastened her bra, and then that too dropped onto his desk. He stared at her breasts, his mouth watering. Cream-colored, impossibly perky tits curving upwards in teenage defiance of gravity. Puffy baby pink nipples perched on the tips, puckered and inviting. "See? No wire." Her voice was calm, but a bright crimson blush stained her cheeks, creeping down her neck. Goosebumps prickled her delicate skin. He swallowed hard, his voice thick. "You might be wearing one in your panties." "I'm not wearing panties, Mr. Macken." The silence quivered. "Prove it." She responded to his demand with silence, her hands reaching behind her, breasts lifting. Her belly was not flat, it was slightly rounded and soft. The sound of a zipper sliding was loud, and then her skirt fell to the floor. She hadn't been lying. No panties. Just a cleanly waxed mound and an inviting gap between slender pale thighs that darkened the tight slid of her pussy. No wire. His eyes slid back up to her tits. He was so hard it was painful, and he openly reached down and adjusted himself. "What is your game then, Ms. Doerr? If you don't want money, and you don't want me in jail, what do you want?" He knew what she was going to get, that was for damn sure. She wasn't walking out of here till she got a fat dick in her cunt. And even then, she might not be walking out. "I stole the thousand dollars from my grandfather, Mr. Macken. I can't go back. I burned those bridges. They never really liked me anyway. I had bad blood. Your blood." She took a deep, quivering breath. Her naked tits wobbled. "As for what I want....I want you. I want my father to teach me about the real life. The pain of it, the pleasure of it, the heartbreak of it. I want it all, Mr. Macken. I don't care if it hurts. I don't care if I end up a statistic. I just want to live this life, Mr. Macken. And you're the only person I know who can help me do that." He stared at her, considering, bringing his eyes to meet hers for the first time since her little strip move. "You remember I am not a nice man?" "I remember." She stood stiff, blushing furiously. He could see the vulnerability in her eyes, and while half of him wanted to cruelly reject her, fuck her, and throw her out....another part of him wanted to give her what she wanted. Because he saw something else in those eyes. A fierce resolve that reminded him of himself. Long ago he had seen the path he was going down. He foresaw the dangers, and he accepted them – determined to risk those dangers because of the possible rewards. She was doing the same thing, and for the first time in his heart he acknowledged her as his child. She may look nothing like him, but she had his spirit. "You know I am going to fuck you?" He was testing her, but the fact she had stripped naked without any encouragement from him told him she already knew that. "I planned on it." She confirmed. "I want to lose my virginity." He quirked an eyebrow. "You know I am going to hurt you?" "I figured you would. But I am hoping you will give me pleasure too." "You aren't going to bargain? Demand something in return for your body?" She shook her head slowly. "What good would it do? I have no options. Nothing to bargain with. But I think you will keep me and give me what I want." He narrowed his eyes. "And what makes you think that?" "If you are half as evil a man as my mother seems to think you are, that means you are greedy. Which means you will want to keep me and enjoy me. At least for a while." "And after I tire of you?" She shrugged. Her tits jiggled. "I will cross that bridge when I come to it." His chair creaked as he leaned back, twirling a pen in his fingers as he thought. "Come over here and suck my dick while I think about it." She didn't even hesitate. She walked around his desk, her elegant thin fingers trailing on the shiny rosewood of his desk. He swiveled to face her. She knelt between his thighs, fingers clumsily unfastening his pants. He didn't help her, just let his eyes wander down her narrow back to that round little ass. Finally he felt her soft touch on him, a rush of cool air. And then her sweet hot little wet mouth enveloping him. He sighed, leaning forward, letting his sausage-like fingers drift down her spine. He saw her skin prickle as he reached her ass. He cupped that firm soft flesh, rolled it between his fingers, squeezed hard. She was not an experienced cocksucker, but she was enthusiastic. Slurping happily away. He idly let his finger explore the deep crevice of her ass and the tiny pucker he found there as he considered his options. Either way, she was getting fucked today. But he could fuck her and send her on her way. Or he could fuck her and sell her to one of his clients, ensuring she quietly disappeared into some Mexican brothel where she would be fucked to death within a month or two. Or he could keep her and enjoy her. She was willing, so he wouldn't have to worry about her running. She was legal, he didn't have to worry about her being underage. She was right about him being greedy. She was a sexy little thing, he would enjoy having her about town on his arm, a willing little sex slave he could use and abuse at his whim. He wandered just how far he could push her. Just how easily he could reduce her into nothing but a mindless little fuck animal who would blindly obey whatever she was told. A slow grin curled his lips as he felt her ass wiggle under his hand. "Needy little slut, aren't you?" Her eyes flickered up to him, and he enjoyed seeing her pretty little mouth wrapped around his dick. He watched that mouth open with a satisfied wet plop. Her breath was warm on his wet flesh. "Yes, Mr. Macken." His gray eyes flared with heat. He was not a handsome man. He paid for whores to fuck, but despite his money not many women wanted him due to a tall but rotund body, balding head, and a mean piggish face. He was well aware of his physical faults. Having a sweet little young slut offer herself to him so willingly was a regular feature in his wet dreams. The fact it was his daughter...well....he was not a nice man. It just made it better. Dirtier. His hand crashed down on her ass, and she let out an adorable little squeaking cry. His smile widened. He stood up abruptly, his hand grasping her arm and jerking her to her feet. She let out a pained grunt as his hands grasped the tender underside of her ass-cheeks and lifted her up, dropping her down with a thud onto his desk. He pushed her back till she was lying on her back, her legs spread around his thighs. He stared down at her cunt, licking his lips. Fuck, she had a beautiful pussy. The tight plump pussy lips peeled back to reveal the bright pink fuckmeat beneath. He ran his finger over it, enjoying the silken softness. Obscenely soft. He had felt many cunts in his day...none felt as soft as this one. "I won't ever use a condom with you, whore." His voice was as brutal as his words, but she didn't flinch. Instead, her eyes fastened on to his, hungry and hot. Her pussy glittered wetly underneath his gaze. "If you get pregnant, you will have the baby. I wouldn't mind another little bitch that will grow up to be a new toy for me." "What if I have a boy?" Her voice was a whisper, and he heard both fear and anticipation in it. "Then he will enjoy having his mother for a toy when he grows up." His hands went straight to her tits as he leaned in, his hot cock brushing against the silky skin of her inner thigh and twitching at the contact. Hard fingers dug into the warm soft flesh of her breasts, squeezing the mounds harshly until she whimpered. "I am a sick bastard, and you're a sick little bitch at heart, even if you don't know it yet. No normal girl would leave her happy normal family and come find her father knowing he will fuck the shit out of her and possibly sell her to a third world brothel. I might do that, you know. When I get sick of you, sell you off to the highest bidder and let them take you off to get fucked to death." He leaned down, his fingers grasping her nipples and twisting them viciously. She arched her back beautifully, letting out a soft cry. He spit down into her open mouth. "Swallow it, slut. Swallow my spit. Filthy animal." He was wallowing in his brutality, watching the contrast of his plump sun-browned hard fingers digging into her soft yielding flesh. She obediently swallowed, and he smirked. A crack echoed in the room as he slapped her right breast, licking his lips as his eyes burned down on the jiggling flesh. She gasped, hot tears springing to her eyes. "There we go....." He leaned down, licking her eye, tasting the saltiness of her pain. "Tell me what you want, cunt. Be sweet and specific and you might get it...." "I want you to fuck me. I want you to teach me all the hard and terrible things about life. Make me alive. Make me cry, make me cum. I've never cum. I want to cum on your cock." He chuckled, aa mirthless laugh full of anticipation. "You probably won't cum tonight, slut. It's gonna hurt...I'm going to make sure it does." "Do it." She was fearless in her tone, but her eyes were terrified...and expectant. "Rape me. Make me bleed all over your cock." He growled at that, his cock swelling even more when he would have thought it not possible. "Filthy bitch. Where did you learn to talk like that in a preacher's house?" It was a rhetorical question, he gave her no time to answer. One hand spread her tight lips, the other aimed his cock for the tight hole. Hips stabbed forward and a quarter of his dick sank into the juicy snugness of her pussy, tearing her virginity to shreds. "Fuck!" his oath mixed with her shriek of pain. He wasn't worried about his secretary bothering them, the old hag would never come in unless bidden. Even if she had, he wouldn't have stopped. Fuck no. Nothing would make him stop. She was too fucking tight, too fucking wet, too fucking....amazing. His daughter. He was fucking his own daughter. It was obscene. Depraved. Illegal as fuck and hot as hell. He couldn't wait to see her sprawled out naked being fucked by his men, couldn't wait to see her dangling in chains sweating and welted from the lash. His hips lunged forward again, another quarter of his turgid length split her. She was crying now, squirming on his desk. He saw the pink stains of her virginity on his cock and he moaned with pleasure. She was so tight it almost hurt. God knows how bad it must be hurting her. Did she regret her decision? He stared down at her as he leaned down over her, his hands hooking her shoulders from under her back. No, she didn't regret it. Her big brown eyes were watery, filled with pain and fear and resolve. She was still determined. Good. He used his hold on her shoulders to jerk her down even as his hips slammed forward. Fucking her cruelly, deliberately grinding his hips down into her. Again. Again. Finally his heavy sac slapped into her and he looked down between their bodies at that tight little cunt wrapped so snugly around his dick. Pink puffy lips pressed against his pubic hair. "Fuck...." He snarled out the words, reveling in the softness of her body under him. She was still whimpering and crying, just like a virgin cunt should be. He couldn't help but be a little proud of her. His little bitch hadn't fought him, hadn't struggled, hadn't protested, hadn't even asked him to slow down. She had just taken what he gave her. Call Me Daddy Ch. 01 He gave her more. Worked over her body, his hips pistoning, his cock punishing. Sweat dripping from his forehead, falling to her face, mixing with her tears. The office filled with the sounds of his grunts of pleasure, her mewling cries of pain, the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out...in and out of that tight teenage pussy. His hips were slamming into her with bruising force, if it were not for his hands on her she would have been fucked right off the desk. He realized with shock she was hitting back. Oh yes, his slutty little daughter was grinding her hips back up at him – not a lot, but it was there. His beady gray eyes stared down into hers, and he saw the note of pleasure there. Saw the little gasps between her whimpers and soft cries. Nipples still hard. He did something he hadn't ever done with any of the whores he had bedded. He kissed her. Leaned in and pressed his lips with punishing force to hers. She yielded, opening her mouth for his invading tongue. He groaned into her mouth. Dear God, she tasted so delicious. Green apples and cinnamon, pure sweet girl. His arms went to her legs, drawing her knees up to her shoulders, opening her up even more. He stabbed deep into her, eliciting another cry of pain that she spilled into his mouth. He swallowed that pain and it pushed him even closer to the edge. He had never fought against a climax so hard in his life. He didn't want to cum, wanted more...more....more of this succulent little bitch underneath him. HIS bitch. HIS. A fierce possessiveness tore through him as he impaled her, cruelly grinding himself inside her, drawing another whimper of pain from her into his mouth. She was perfect for him in every way. Literally born for him. People spoke of intimacy during sex but he had never experienced it till now. He truly felt one with her, one flesh, one heart, one mind. "MY slut." She moaned in agreement into his mouth, her whisper breathy and trembling. "Yours." He grunted, hips jackhammering into her. Splattering sex juices onto his desk. She was so fucking wet. So fucking hot around him. Her hot little cunt spasming around him as if it were trying to milk him. He couldn't hold back, and he bit her lip. She let out a muffled scream. He came inside her with a guttural shout, pressing her down, squeezing her down onto the desk as his hips bucked inside her, his cock twitching, unloading his thick cum inside her belly. Inside his daughter. Another wrench of ecstasy twisted his guts at the thought of it. He sprawled on top of her, his heavy body pinning her to the desk as he gasped for breath. His sweaty cheek against hers. Felt her lips touch his skin, her small fingers brush against his other cheek in an oddly tender gesture. "Will you let me stay, Mr. Macken?" He said nothing at first, let himself catch his breath. Then lift himself wearily off her he looked down at her, at his rumpled suit. A crooked grin met her anxious eyes. "Call me Daddy, whore." Call Me Daddy Ch. 02 Dear Readers: I love my readers, and never want to make someone feel uncomfortable by surprising them with an unwelcomed kink in a story by me. So I wanted to warn you - there is definite non-consent in this chapter. If nonconsent or reluctance makes you feel uncomfortable you might want to pass on reading this. I try very hard to make sure each chapter of my stories can stand on its own so don't worry too much about missing one. ***** Long ago Hope heard her grandfather speak of houses of sin with mirrors on the ceiling. And she had heard one of the elderly widows behind her bench sniff and mutter something about "tacky". She hadn't understood any of it at the time, had actually thought it would be pretty cool to be able to lay in bed and put on your makeup. Now, however, she knew that mirrors on the ceiling had nothing at all to do with makeup. Grinning up at the mirror on her father's bedroom ceiling, she stuck her tongue out at it before rolling unto her side, grimacing in pain at the soreness that shot through her lower body. Her father's arm fell away, his hand sliding off her bare breast as she wiggled out from underneath him. The bathroom was bigger than her bedroom back home. It was bright white with a black slate floor and shiny chrome fixtures. The bathroom alone in this two story mansion probably cost more than her grandfather's entire three bedroom ranch house. After a longing look at the deep whirlpool tub, she made her way to the shower. No time for a soak now, he might wake up at any time. Undressing was not necessary. She was already naked - had been naked ever since meeting her father for the first time yesterday except for the brief ride to his home. The hot water rushing over her body brought a sigh of relief. She bent over, thrusting her bottom out at the warm spray. God, it felt so good on her aching girly parts. Not to mention the bruises on her arms and hips and breasts. She had been a virgin this time yesterday, and so far she had been fucked three times. She didn't know at what age men's sexual stamina started to decrease, but evidently her father had not hit it yet. Did she like it? Regret it? Miss home? Wish she had never come here? This was the first time she had a chance to think since making her bold move, but she didn't really have to consider it. She would much rather be her father's new fucktoy than endure one more hour of the stuffy insufferable company of her mother and grandparents. If she had to hear one more mention of the blessed grace of Jesus Christ's forgiveness she was going to hurl. No, she would be a good girl for her daddy. He wasn't all that bad no matter how he tried to pretend he was. At least not to her. No doubt he had hurt many other people. But if she gave him pleasure, she figured that she would avoid suffering the worst side of him. There had even been a few times he had been ...well...NICE to her. Like when he had his driver stop of at a Thai restaurant on the way home so he could get her something to eat. Just her...he had not eaten. Or when he brought her into his home and introduced her to his small staff, a definite note of pride in his voice when he introduced her as his daughter. The staff just blew her mind. He had staff! Only incredibly rich people had staff! That, more than anything, proved his wealth. There were two bodyguards - one of which had ridden home with them and had merely looked bored as her father had openly fondled her practically the entire drive. There was also a cook, a plump older woman. A maid, a pretty enough . And the driver. All of them lived in the left wing of the mansion, and she got the impression she would rarely see any of them except the bodyguards. There was little question her father was her best opportunity to escape from a life of isolated poverty, surrounded by brainwashed religious zealots. He just had to be handled carefully, that was all. He would use her for her body, she would use him for his money and power. That WAS how the real world worked, right? James was annoyed when he woke up alone in bed with an aching hardon. Already the little slut was failing in her duties, but in all fairness he had been too busy fucking them both into exhaustion the night before to tell her what her duties exactly were. A wide smile graced his face as he stared up at the ceiling. The mirror reflected the chaos of the night before. He was naked, sex juices dried on his dick. His hair was a mess - she had been pulling and tugging on it. Red scratches on his chest from her nails, and he could feel them on his back as well. Bedclothes rumpled and twisted and stained with sex and sweat. One blanket had tumbled off the bed entirely, one of her pillows was halfway off. Christ, he could still smell sex in the air. Yes, keeping her was definitely a smart choice. But he could already sense he was going to be far more possessive of his daughter than he was any of the other whores he had fucked. Already he was having second thoughts about letting his men have her. What if she liked them better than she did him? The thought annoyed him, because with every other woman he had been with he wouldn't have given a shit. With her, he gave a shit. But he didn't WANT to give a shit. He wanted her to be just another pretty whore he would use and then toss aside. Whores were not to be trusted, even daughter-whores. Especially not daughter-whores who showed up to introduce themselves to their long-lost father and willingly stripped naked and fucked him in that same meeting. No...those daughter-whores were to be particularly not trusted. Experience told him she had a game plan. And so far, she had not told him what that was. Rolling his head, he looked at the clock. Fuck. 9:30 am. He was late. He rolled out of bed with a groan, making his way into the bathroom. The entire bathroom was steamed up, but through it he saw her willowy naked silhouette in the shower. His hard-on throbbed. He stood there for a second, watching her. Her head was tilted back as she rinsed her long hair. Breasts lifting upwards, riding even higher on her chest. Tiny rivers of water running over her supple skin, tracing her delicious curves. Her expression was one of pure pleasure, and he could imagine why. As frequently and hard as he had fucked her yesterday, she had to be sore as hell. He opened the shower door and stepped inside. Her first sign of his presence was his hands cupping her naked breasts as he pressed his body into her from behind. She could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her asscheeks. "Good morning, Daddy." She all but purred the words, wiggling that tight little ass against him. He grunted, and his fingers clamped down over her nipples, squeezing hard. She tensed, sucking in her breath at the sudden stab of pain. "Not even 24 hours with me and you are already a bad girl." "A bad girl? What did I do?" She turned around in his arms, and he released her nipples and moved his hands to her asscheeks as she did so. Fingers dug into soft flesh. She pouted up at him, and his cock twitched against her soft belly at the sight of those plump lips. For being an innocent girl raised in a preacher's household, she sure knew how to use her body to get a man's attention. "I woke up alone, Hope. I should never wake up alone." "I'm sorry, Daddy." She gave him an almost virginal kiss on his lips, her wet naked body sliding up his as she went to her tiptoes. He groaned, opened his mouth to heat that kiss up. But she had already slipped down his body, a half smirk on her face as if she knew what she had just done. It was not to be tolerated. "Not as sorry as you will be after I punish you tonight for it." He watched in satisfaction as the little smirk was wiped off her face. Worry flickered in those pretty brown eyes. "But I didn't know! That's not fair!" The whining tone in her voice almost had him gloating. Smirk now, pretty little slut. "I didn't promise fair, did I? Nor did you demand it. So it is not part of any deal. Get on your knees and suck me off, I need to get to work." Even as he spoke he slapped her asscheeks, then pushed down on her small shoulders. She sank down, looking up at him, water streaming down her face. It was the first time he had made her suck him off since her faltering first attempt right after she had stripped for the first time. He would have to teach her how to strip better later...though he didn't have any complaints at the time it had happened. Her training in blowjobs began now, though this lesson would be a rudimentary one due to time constraints. He stared down at her as she wrapped those pretty little lips around him. "Eyes up here while you work my cock, slut. I sometimes might give you nonverbal directions, you should always be watching for cues from me." Gentle brown eyes obediently flicked up to his face. Of course water ran right into them, forcing her to blink frantically. He grinned, but did not give her permission to look back down or close her eyes. He began washing himself while she sucked, humming a little tuneless song. Every now and then he checked to make sure her eyes were on him. They always were. Smart girl, but he hoped she would not always be this obedient. Punishing eager young sluts was always more fun when they deserved it. He gave her periodic instructions as he washed. "Deeper" "Don't forget my balls. You can squeeze them gently, suck them, play with them." "Deeper." "Use your tongue, not just your lips." "Deeper." She stopped each time she started gagging, and it was growing annoying. But despite his annoyance, he finally came down her throat after demanding she swallow it all. "We are going to have to work on your gag reflex." He stepped out of the shower as soon as he could do so without worry about falling down on shaky knees. He grabbed a towel and threw it at her as she turned off the shower and stepped out as well. "Dry me off. Quickly, I don't have time. I'm late." He waited till she started drying him before continuing. "You need clothes, so I am sending you out with one of my bodyguards to get clothes. He will choose your clothes, he knows what I like. You will model for him whatever he demands. Obey him like you would me. No matter what he asks of you." She had went still, her jaw dropping as she stared up at him. "Close your mouth, you look like a stupid slut. Keep drying me." Her jaw snapped shut and she industriously went to work though he noticed with amusement her touch was rougher than before. "But I thought I was yours." Oh she was pouting again. Adorable. He chucked her chin affectionately and headed towards the room to dress for the day. "You are. Which means you obey whoever I tell you too. If you disobey him your punishment will be that much harder tonight." Half an hour later he was out the door after a sweet hug and chaste kiss from his naked daughter and brief instructions to the bodyguard who would be accompanying her. "No fucking her cunt or ass, Sam. But you can use her mouth however you want. Light discipline is ok. Take her shopping, she needs slutwear and other girl stuff." Hope had not even left the bedroom suite. After her father left she lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, still completely naked though she had dried and brushed her hair. She would need to get dressed wearing the same clothes she had worn the day before. She had come here with no luggage at all, just the clothes she had worn, a brush and lipstick, her ID, and $1400 in stolen money. Which she still had. She grinned as she realized her father had not asked for the thousand she had promised to pay for her consultation. She was rich! Her eyes gleamed up at the mirror, then flicked down when the door banged open. She bolted upright and snatched at the blanket, covering her nakedness with it as she glowered at the bodyguard standing there leering at her. He was massive, taller than her father by a head. He had entirely too many muscles, and every single one of them showed under the tight black t-shirt he wore. For pants he wore black khakis, and combat boots finished off the look. His face was square and hard, dark brown eyes that seemed to take in everything in one glance, and no hair. Yep, bald and shiny. And he was black. Very, very black. "You're supposed to knock!" "Who says?" He sauntered into the room to the side of the bed. She scooted backwards, eyeing him warily. Her naked back hit the cool cherry wood headboard. "Let's get a few things straight, sweetheart. My name is Sam, but you can call me Sir. If you don't call me Sir, I will beat that pretty little ass of yours. I tell you what to do, you do it. If you don't, I will beat your pretty little tits. Might make'em grow a bit." One black paw darted out, thick strong fingers closing around her ankle. She jerked it away, but beyond her leg muscles flexing nothing happened. White teeth gleamed in his dark face, and she shivered. Now she knew what books meant when they talked about the eyes of a predator. Those eyes were looking at her right now, and she felt very, very vulnerable. Like a soft little kitten under the gaze of a rabid pit bull. "I'm going to tell my father if you hurt me." He laughed at that, dragging her further until he grabbed her other leg. He jerked her down till her ass rested on the edge of the bed, her legs spread around his body. "With what phone? I looked in your shitty purse, you don't have one." Her eyes darted to the dresser where she had left her purse when she dried her hair. It was gone. Panic flared in her eyes. Her money! Where was her money? "Even if you did get ahold of your Daddy it wouldn't matter. See it don't matter if you're his daughter, his wife, hell even his fucking mother. You are still a cunt. And that means anything with a swinging dick outranks you. And I got a big fucking swinging dick." One black paw lifted, effortlessly ripping away the blanket she was clinging to, exposing her nakedness. His eyes raked over her approvingly. "You have fifteen minutes to get dressed and eat. There's fruit in the kitchen downstairs. If you aren't waiting at the garage door in fifteen minutes, I will carry you out as is." He patted her pussy absently, then abruptly left. She was ready in ten minutes, standing at the garage door in the same outfit she had met her father in yesterday clutching a small Ziploc bag of grapes, strawberries, and blueberries. She hadn't found her purse either, though she had looked. "Where is my purse?" Her anxious inquiry met him as he came to the door, a pleased look in his eyes when he found her waiting there. He now wore a light black suit jacket over his t-shirt, and instead of khakis wore black suit pants with black dress shoes. "None of your concern." The garage was huge. She vaguely remembered it from last night. Space for three cars. One was gone. The other was a sleek very expensive looking black sports car. She didn't recognize the type, she wasn't a car person. He led her to the SUV though, also sleek and expensive looking and black. He held the door for her again, eyeing her legs as she climbed up into the passenger seat. Despite his openly ogling her, she enjoyed the way he held doors open for her. It made her feel important, despite his very clear pronouncement as to her unimportance this morning. "It IS my concern! My ID is in there!" "And your Daddy's money." He grinned as he started the SUV up. The engine growled as the garage started slowly opening. "MY money!" She loudly protested. "You owe your Daddy $1,000. He is taking the rest as well. A retainer fee." She gaped at him. Her father had STOLEN her money? As much money as he had to have, and he had STOLEN her $400? Her outrage built with each mile they drove. She forced herself to eat her fruit even as she sulked. She couldn't be mad about the $1000, she HAD agreed to that. But the $400 was HERS, and he had no right to take it. By the time they arrived at a medium sized clothing store she was in a rare fury. She tried to get out of the SUV as soon as he turned off the engine, but her door was locked. She looked over the door for the lock as he got out and slammed his door shut. There was no lock. She had to wait in impotent rage for him to stroll around the SUV and open her door. Then had to endure his amused eyes on her as she crawled out and stiffly walked into the shop in front of him. She could FEEL him staring at her ass. "Good morning, can I help you?" The bright cheerful voice that greeted her was also dripping with so much condescension that she felt like a filthy piece of scum that had crawled onto the excruciatingly clean wood floor. She immediately tensed. "Oh Sam!" The condescension vanished. Evidently Sam was known here. And far more acceptable than she was. "I didn't know she was with you." Sam chuckled, the sound low in her ear. "Mrs. Elsie, this is Hope Macken." Hope perked up. It was the first time her father's name had been given to her, and she found herself rather pleased at the sound. Her chin came up from a shot of confidence induced from hearing her father's name paired with hers. He had money and power, and the reaction of this prissy bitch to Sam proved it. "Macken?" Disbelief laced every syllable as Mrs. Elsie looked Hope up and down. Mrs. Elsie was older, probably in her late thirties. Painfully thin - anorexia anyone? Every strand of her blond hair was perfectly arranged in an elegant twisted knot. She was dressed in a very expensive looking black and white cashmere jacquard dress that barely touched the top of her perfect knees. She wore just the right amount of jewelry, a delicate gold chain and matching bracelet, with two dainty diamond rings. Hope hated her on sight. Ms. Elsie made her feel like a dowdy awkward teenager. "James Macken's daughter." Sam sounded bored. "Daughter?" Mrs. Elsie's voice went shrill, her eyes widening. "She needs clothes. Mr. Macken will pay for them all. An entire wardrobe. From shoes up. I will approve the items as she tries them on." At first both Sam and Mrs. Elsie completely ignored Hope. He settled himself onto a comfortable couch in front of a door and whipped out a tablet while Mrs. Elsie fetched him coffee and a blueberry scone. They murmured together for a few moments as he delivered more instructions. Hope stared around the store. Clothes were everywhere. Clothes with no price tag. She had never seen clothes with no price tag. She wandered around, looking things over. All the hottest brands by the hottest designers she had never hoped to afford were here. Alice and Olivia, Victoria Beckham, Elizabeth and James. There were other designers she didn't even recognize. She was reaching out to touch one fluffy pink coat when Mrs. Elsie was suddenly there. "Don't touch, please." Hope stiffened, her cheeks burning at Mrs. Elsie's condescending look. "I was just..." Mrs. Elsie took her elbow and started walking, forcing Hope to stumble after her. "We need to measure you, my dear." Mrs. Elsie smoothly interrupted her as if she had not even been speaking. "You are a bit...pudgy in your tummy area but overall you have a nice figure." Pudgy!? Hope glared in muted outrage. She was NOT pudgy. Not in the slightest. Yes, her belly rounded out a tiny bit, but it was curves, not pudginess! And how did the woman's snide voice seem to silently indicate that Hope suffered in the facial looks department with the same breath she complimented her figure? Hope wisely decided to suffer in silent dignity and raised her chin, throwing back her shoulders. Ten minutes later they began. Mrs. Elsie gathered an armful of clothes, and she and Hope made their way to the fitting room behind the door Sam sat in front of. As Mrs. Elsie reached for the door, Sam spoke up. Call Me Daddy Ch. 02 "No, she can change into them out here." Both women froze. "Here?" Both women yelped in unison. "Here. Just close the store so no one interrupts us if you are worried about offending other customers." "In FRONT of you?" Hope's outraged voice continued even as Mrs. Elsie hurried off to close the store. James Macken was a frequent lucrative customer, though usually more of a lingerie customer. Mrs. Elsie was not one to argue with a customer who was about to drop thousands in one day, nor was she going to offend the ambassador of such a longtime customer. "In front of me. And this is your only warning - address me properly." Sam's bored voice rolled through the store. Mrs. Elsie was fascinated by the interplay. If the girl was Macken's daughter, why was she to be dressed in such a risqué fashion? And why was Sam taking such liberties with her? Mrs. Elsie was certain of one thing, Sam would not do anything Macken did not permit him to do. Hope was horrified, glaring down at Sam who utterly ignored her, sliding his finger lazily around his tablet. "I am NOT stripping down in front of you." THAT got a reaction. Sam lunged out of his seat, tossing the tablet onto the couch. Hope hardly had time to shriek, and Mrs. Elsie hardly had time to tense before Sam tore Hope's blouse right off her with one swift jerk at the thin material. Hope's scream merged with the sound of shredding cloth. Sam didn't stop there. With one hand grasping Hope's arms with bruising force he spun her around on trembling legs, unsnapping her bra effortlessly, and unfastening her skirt. She recovered and started to lunge away, he simply grabbed her hair and jerked her back. The bra was then easily plucked off her body and tossed aside, and he forced the skirt down her suddenly violently twisting body as she tried to escape him. The crack of his hand on her ass echoed in the store along with her startled squawk. Another slapping sound shattered the store as his other hand smacked into her left breast. Hope stared down at the reddened tit and swiftly moved to cover it protectively with her hands as Sam glared down at her. She was no longer struggling, simply standing in shock. Completely naked except for her heels. "Don't push me, bitch. You will do what I tell you to and you will address me with respect. Understand?" Big brown eyes stared up into his, filling with hot tears as she mutely nodded. "No, I don't think you do." His hand flashed, another crack on her ass echoing in the store along with a pained, humiliated squeal. Hope abandoned her breast to reach back and rub her sore asscheeks. "Do you understand now?" "Yes, Sir." Her response was whispered and sullen, and he eyed her for a few seconds before nodding in satisfaction. He released her and went and sat back down on the couch, once again ignoring her as he picked up his tablet. "Well then." Mrs. Elsie was now beside the trembling, naked Hope. "Slip out of those heels, my dear, and let's get to work." Was that a note of sympathy in Mrs. Elsie's voice? The first round consisted of jeans, and tops. The jeans fit perfectly but were skin tight, lifting up her already round bubbly ass as if for presentation. The first top was a cropped t-shirt, and Hope quickly found out Sam intended to be an active participant. He motioned her closer, and when she reluctantly came to him his hands went straight under her cropped tee, cupping her naked breasts as his eyes met hers boldly. When she looked away but didn't protest, he smirked and turned her around, studying her ass and squeezing it before pronouncing his approval. Mrs. Elsie cleared her throat, having looked politely away while the girl was fondled so openly. Hope tried on three more pairs of jeans and a few other tops. Sam's main interest seemed to be in making sure that he had easy access to her tits, and that the jeans framed her ass properly. Hope had to admit that Mrs. Elsie picked out colors perfect for her coloring. Two tops were passed over, but he approved the rest. Mrs. Elsie hurried away to gather more clothes, leaving Hope in a pair of jeans and a tiny red halter-top. "From now on when she goes to get more clothes I want you naked. Start now." Hope's face burned scarlet, and she heard Mrs. Elsie gasp. When Hope hesitated, Sam looked up at her warningly. Sullenly, silently she stripped, folding her new clothes and setting them to the side in the pile of approved clothing. "Now suck my dick till she gets back." Hope heard another gasp even as she bit her bottom lip. Hot tears of humiliation filled her eyes. It was bad enough that Mrs. Elsie thought she was little more than trash, but now she got to bear witness to Hope being treated as little more than a cheap whore. With her vision watery through her tears, she dropped to her knees in front of Sam, who spread his legs. The insufferable man had went back to playing on his tablet, ignoring her as she fumbled with the opening of his pants. Christ he was big! Her eyes widened as she brought him out of his pants. Were the rumors she had seen online about black men and big dicks true? She was supposed to get this in her freaking mouth? He was already half hard, probably from groping her as she had changed from outfit to outfit. Holding the thick root with her slender fingers, she wrapped her lips around him, engulfing him in the soft wet heat of her mouth. He gave her no direction, simply allowing her to do as she wished. So she suckled half-heartedly, licking him when her jaw began to ache. Fortunately Mrs. Elsie was back soon with another armful of clothing, and Hope could step away. Sam never even bothered to tuck his cock away. The next few hours passed in alternating bliss and humiliation. She loved trying on all the sexy new clothes, despite being groped and fondled with each new outfit. Tiny short skirts and dresses, sexy tight revealing tops, a few long flowing elegant evening gowns. Shorts that were so short they showed the soft underside of her asscheeks. They took a break for lunch then - Mrs. Elsie had ordered lunch, chicken salad with fresh croissants, tea, and an assortment of dainty pastries that made Hope feel like she was having tea with the Queen of England. But after lunch the delightful work resumed. An unholy amount of lingerie was tried on and bought. Panties, bras, garters, stockings, teddys, corsets, and more. Five pairs of new heels, and 15 more ordered. A pair of sleek thigh high leather boots. A pair of knee-high boots ordered. A raincoat, a warmer winter coat - Hope was pleased that she ended up with the incredibly soft pink feathery coat she had been admiring earlier. It was dizzying, and she did not want to contemplate how much money was being spent on her new wardrobe. But she paid for it in other ways, and she was beginning to realize she always would. In between rounds of trying clothes, she spent her time on her knees nursing Sam's cock with her mouth. He never got completely hard, and always seemed to ignore her. It was humiliating beyond endurance. The least he could do was show he was enjoying it! A gasp here, a nod of approval there...any kind of acknowledgement really. Even LOOKING at her would have been an improvement. But it was like he did not even have a pretty naked girl on her knees sucking his dick - he simply ignored her. Finally they were done. He selected her outfit for the rest of the day - a pair of shorts so short they were nearly illegal, a new pair of bright red spiky heels, and a matching red bandana top that wrapped around her young breasts from the back, knotting in the front. Any man who saw her would be tempted to reach out and tug that beckoning knot loose, letting the slash of cloth fall open and expose her breasts. She wore no bra, no panties. She looked like a whore, and her flushed cheeks as she walked to the door beside him proved she knew it. He opened the door, blocking her exit and looking up and down the street before permitting her outside. Again he held the SUV door open till she got in, then shut it. She noticed it locked automatically. She nearly swooned when they stopped at the next store ten minutes later. Sephora. The Holy Grail of women everywhere. In this store he turned her loose, giving her no limit and merely waiting impatiently by the register. She figured she would get at least the $400 her father stole out of him. It was the first time she was ever given free rein in a store without an established limit. By the time they got out of the store an hour later she had proven herself to be high maintenance to the tune of $2284.17. She had about $150.00 in eye shadow alone. "Need anything else?" He hadn't even blinked at the total the beaming clerk had chanted at him. Her humiliation earlier was forgotten. She was high on retail, her eyes gleaming with sheer delight, a wide smile lighting up her face. "Umm..." She thought hard, and he rolled his eyes as he started up the SUV and headed home. They were almost there before she decided she couldn't think of anything else. They arrived at home to find a pile of boxes in the entryway - deliveries of the clothes she had bought earlier with Mrs. Elsie. She squealed in delight and dashed towards them, squatting and gathering up an armload of boxes. "Leave them." Sam dropped the bags from Sephora by the boxes of clothes. She blinked up at him. "Pick out some red lipstick." She frowned in confusion, but did so. After a few minutes of plundering Sephora bags she chose a bright red lipstick that kind of matched her shoes and top. "Put it on." She found a compact and did so, his shoe tapping impatiently on the floor next to her. "Alright, leave them and come with me." She followed him to a linen closet near a guest bathroom where he retrieved a plush brown towel, then trailed after him to the living room right near the front door. "You can't suck dick for shit, sweetheart. It's time you learned." She stiffened as folded the towel in half, laying it on the couch so it lapped over the bottom. Then he sat down, opening his pants. "Come here, slut. Let's get some dick sucking lessons in. You can show Daddy how grateful you are for your new shit when he gets home by giving him a blowjob that will curl his hair." Her cheeks burned scarlet, but she knew better than to protest. She started to walk towards him, and he held up a hand to stop her. "No, slut. Crawl." Her eyes flashed rebelliously, his eyes looked coldly back and silently dared her to defy him. A few seconds of the standoff and she submitted, kneeling down and crawling over to him, her barely covered ass wiggling the whole way. He eyed it with admiration. Hopefully once her Daddy had taken that ass a few times he would share it with his boys. It was a fine juicy ass, her best feature in his opinion. He felt her mouth slipping around him again, and this time gave her no chance to start her monotonous blowjob. His fingers twisted in her hair, and he pushed down on her head. She tried to jerk back, screeching and gagging violently around his dick. Fuck yeah. THIS was more like it. He wasn't about to allow her back up for air, not yet. She didn't need it yet. "THIS is how you suck cock, sweetheart." She spluttered angrily around his hardening length, but he just kept pressing down inexorably, forcing her to take more of him. More...more...past the back of her throat. He watched her slender body convulse between his spread thighs. "Yeah, just like that. You don't just suckle on a man's tip like it's a nipple, you dumb cunt. You suck him down to where you're kissing his fucking balls." Alright, she needed air now. He let her up, grinning down as she gasped in a heaving breath of air, her breasts lifting delightfully. Slobber coated her lips. She opened her mouth to say something rude, so he slammed her mouth back down onto his cock again, cutting her of into a gurgling screech. If she could talk, she could suck dick. He forced her down further, groaning in pleasure as he felt himself slide into her tight throat. She was heaving now. "Don't you puke on my dick, slut. Don't do it. I will beat the hell out of you if you puke. Fight it back." She fought it back. "Good girl." He gave her praise even as he jerked her head up and down on his cock, fucking her mouth. Another breath of air or two, he licked his lips as she gasped for air, thick strings of drool dripping from her lips to his cock. Connecting her to his dick like a fucking leash. Hell yeah. "More, slut. You're doing a good job now." Again he fisted her hair and forced her to fuck her own mouth on his dick, moving her up and down. All the way down now, till her cute nose was nestled in his pubic hair. "Fuck yeah...that's the spirit." She was short on breath, instinctively trying to breath around his cock. It was fucking heaven. He let her have another couple breaths. "You enjoying earning those pretty clothes? Did you think you were getting them for free? Y" He grinned down at her. Her lipstick was smeared all over her face, all over his cock. He liked it, made her look even rougher than she would have otherwise. Tears and slobber wet her entire face. She couldn't answer, was too busy breathing. Taking in great gasping breaths, strands of saliva fluttering around her lips with each breath of air. "Again, slut." He stuffed her mouth full again just as his phone rang. With one hand still fisting her hair, he answered the phone with his other hand. "Afternoon, Sir." "Yes, Sir, it's going well. Her shopping is finished and we are home." "She is choking on my dick, and is getting remarkably better though I am not certain she will be ready to show off for you if you are already heading back." "Of course, Sir." He hung up, bringing her up for another breath. He was fully hard now, his massive tool gleaming beautifully with her spit. A shiny weapon ready for combat. "You ready to suck Daddy's dick, slut? You're such a fucking whore, fucking her own father. Suck, bitch." He thrust her back down on his cock. Leaned his head back as he pushed her all the way back down again, rubbing her nose in his crotch as she blubbered and cried and gurgled and gagged around his dick. This was pure fucking heaven. The bitch's tight throat squeezed and rippled around him as she fought for breath, massaging his cock with tight wet heat. It went on forever. Hope thought for sure she was going to die. Die by being suffocated by a fat black cock that the bastard insisted on ramming down her throat every second. Her throat hurt so bad she thought for sure it was permanently damaged. Her stomach protested violently, threatening to empty itself. She barely managed to keep it contained, believing his threat to beat her. She hated every second of this, unlike her time with Daddy which, even if she hadn't cum, she had enjoyed despite her soreness. And then suddenly she was free, thrown down onto the carpet by his arm. She lay there, coughing and crying, sucking in great heaving breaths. She felt a sudden coolness on her breasts as the knot holding her top closed was unlaced. Then warm hands on her spit-dampened breasts. "I like the top. And the shorts. She is very fuckable looking." It was her father, and she whimpered with relief when she saw him kneeling down by her in his pristine navy blue suit. He smiled at the little sound she made, leaning down and kissing her forehead. In a nearby chair the other bodyguard now sat. Just as big as Sam, and just as black. He was smirking at her as well, and she flushed with anger and shame. "Hello, love. Did you have a good day?" She nodded, then pointed accusingly at the grinning Sam through her tears. "He was a jerk all day! He made me strip right there in the store, and he hit me, and then when we got here he hurt my throat by shoving himself down it!" Her voice was raspy from the ill-use of her throat. Her father tsked beside her, shaking his head at the clearly amused Sam. "It's true, Sam is a bit of an asshole. Why did he hit you, baby?" "Cause I didn't want to strip or call him Sir like he made me!" "Where did he hit you?" She furiously rubbed the tears from her face, glowing up at Sam. Maybe he would get in trouble. He SHOULD get in trouble! "On my butt and my boob." "Appropriate places to spank you for discipline for not obeying like I told you too, my dear." She blinked up at her father, widening her eyes. He wasn't going to defend her at all? "As far as fucking your throat, you are inexperienced. A lot of women deep throat, and you will be expected to do so for me. Sam was simply teaching you. You had best learn quickly. There is little I enjoy more than my cock in a woman's throat while her chin rests on my balls." She gaped up at him. "Back to it, my dear. Take care of Sam's dick." Her father pushed her back towards Sam, who once again twisted his fingers in her hair, dragging her back between his legs. She grimaced, preparing for now discomfort and humiliation. But this time it was different. This time while Sam all but raped her throat, her father played with her pussy. First he unfastened her shorts and tugged them down to her knees. Then gentle, teasing strokes first along the plump pussy-lips. A feather-light circling of her clit. The tip of his thumb barely pressed inside her pussy before being removed. As her attention began to focus on her own crotch, she didn't pay as much attention to the cock buried in her mouth. Without her mind getting in the way, her body began to learn to adjust. Ten minutes later her jaw ached horribly but her pussy was dripping wet. And she actually moaned around Sam's cock when she felt her father's cock slide into her wet heat. It was fortunate her cocksucking skills were improving, because pleasure was beginning to distract Sam. He still guided her head, but he was no longer as forceful. She still gagged, but no longer had to fight back her own bile. Now it was her father guiding her blowjob the most. His hips would slam her forward, sinking her mouth deep onto Sam's engorged flesh. She would pull back, sucking hard as she did so. Sam groaned, his hips lifting up towards her retreating mouth, his grip now gentle in her hair. "Fuck yeah, you can suck the shit out of some dick now, baby. Fuck her pussy, Jim. Fuck your daughter's cunt!" Hope shivered. It was so delightfully dirty and lewd. If her mother saw her now she would probably faint with the horror of it. Her grandfather would bellow on about the wages of sin and hell. But Hope LIKED it. She was glad in a way Sam had made her learn. She liked the compliments he gave her. Liked his grunts of pleasure. Each little sound of his enjoyment felt like it was actually earned by her growing skill. Yes, her throat her. Yes, she still didn't really like Sam, and resented his roughness. But perhaps that was just how she had to learn. She moaned in pleasure, the sound vibrating against Sam's hot pulsing flesh in her mouth. She rather liked him in her mouth. Rather liked ANY cock in her mouth. It felt so...alive. Throbbing and pulsing against her tongue. It made her feel...connected. Intimate. Behind her, Jim gripped the gentle curves of his daughter's hips, slamming himself into her. She was still tight, still perfect for him. "Hope, when Sam cums in your mouth, you swallow every goddamn drop. You hear me? Don't spill a single drop..." She nodded on Sam's dick, letting out an agreeable little murmur that had Sam gasping in pleasure. "Fuck...this is some nasty shit, Jim. I mean we have team tagged some bitches before, but this is your fucking daughter. That's some nasty shit." Sam growled out the words, looking over her sweaty naked back to her father. Jim grunted in agreement, his hips a wet staccato of flesh on flesh as he hammered into the girl. He could feel her wiggling, squirming on his cock. One hand slipped off her hip and delved underneath her body, flicking over her clit. Call Me Daddy Ch. 02 She squealed around Sam's cock, and his hips jerked. "Christ, do that again, Jim. Whatever it was, do it again. Make her make that sound again." Jim chuckled, and did just that, eliciting the same reaction from both Hope and Sam. Then he settled his finger pad over her clit and begin rotating it, driving her closer and closer to the breaking point. "You are such a nasty, filthy little slut, Hope. Everything a Daddy can want in a daughter. Such a good girl. I bet if I took you to a bar and sat you on the bar and told you to spread your legs and pimped you out for $5 a fuck, you would do it with a big silly slut smile on your face, wouldn't you?" Hope groaned around Sam's cock, her hips grinding back at him hard. "Do you like this, Hope? Are you about to get off by having your Daddy fuck your pussy while you suck on a fat black cock?" "Ahh, fuck!" Sam bellowed out his pleasure, slamming her head down onto his dick as he pumped thick ropes of cum down into her belly. She gurgled and coughed, but managed to swallow the load he delivered. As Sam sagged back onto the couch, her father leaned over her back, whispering in her ear as he pummeled her pussy. "Be a good little slut and clean Sam off with your mouth. And cum for Daddy..." He pinched her clit at that, and Hope screamed and went blind. The pleasure was overwhelming. She forgot everything, lost in the crashing chaos of sheer, pure pleasure. Her body shook and convulsed under her father, her tight cunt spasmed around him. When she came down from the high Sam was laughing as he rubbed his wet cock against her gaping mouth, and her father was shouting in guttural pleasure as he emptied himself into her. "Damn, she is hot when she cums, even if she does look a mess." The other bodyguard made the observation from where he sat in his chair, stroking his cock as he watched. She did indeed look a mess, with her hair mussed and tangled from Sam's hands, and her pretty face streaked with drying saliva and lipstick. "Yeah, she is. She is a hot little bitch anytime, but especially when she cums." Sam tenderly wiped her hair off her forehead, then lifted his hips slightly. "Clean me off, baby." Her cheeks flushed with pleasure at their praise. Praise had been a rare commodity for her growing up, her soul craved it like a desert craves rain. As she cleaned off Sam and her father, her eyes sparkled with pleasure. She didn't even flinch when she was ordered to suck Omar,the other bodyguard, off. Instead she crawled to him happily, tight little ass wiggling, her eyes happy. Sam and her father watched her go, admiring the view. "When you gonna fuck that tight little ass of hers?" Sam asked. "Tomorrow." Anticipation laced every syllable as her father responded. "When can WE fuck it?" There was a demanding tone to Sam's voice, and Jim didn't like it. He eyed his bodyguard warningly. "She's mine. I'm not sure I want to share her yet that way." Sam lifted a quizzical eyebrow as her father left the room. Then he glanced over to Omar, who had heard the exchange and looked equally puzzled. Even Hope had stopped nuzzling Omar's cock and blinked at the retreating image of her father. Omar's hand guided her back to her focus as he met Sam's eyes. "Don't think that doesn't mean you won't be sucking lots of dick, baby. Get to it."