0 comments/ 176440 views/ 21 favorites Daddy's Little Girl By: drewriter As a young father you get to experience a lot in life. The joys of fatherhood, the trials and tribulations of dealing with the family, the pure joy of watching your kid grow up. I was only 16 when I first had my daughter. Just a young knucklehead with no goals. However, that was 18 years ago. Today I am a successful businessman with my own small company. My daughter's mother and I did not stay together. We tried to make things work but after college. We realized that we were growing in different directions. She eventually got married and had another child. Me, I never married and after one failed relationship after another. Decided to put more time into starting my own company. Which, I ended up doing. This weekend was my weekend for my daughter to come stay with me. Even though she was now legally an adult she still felt that she needed to spend some time with her old man. We both knew that since she was going off to college in the fall. Our time together would be limited to holidays and special occasions. I was home watching a porno tape the day her mother dropped her off. I hadn't even heard them pull up in my driveway I was so engrossed. I was slowly massaging my cock as a man ravenously attacked some woman's ass on the screen. The sound of a beeping horn caught my attention. I stopped the tape and duck walked over to look out the window. I got there just in time to see my daughter's mother car driving off down the street. "Hey dad. You in here?" The door to my room swung open and my daughter entered the room. I spun around from the window with my dick in my hand and my sweat pants pooled around my ankles. My daughter face went from pleasant surprise to shock when she realized what I was holding in my hands. Then it dawned on her what I might have been doing. You could see the look of disgust. "Ooops!" she said. Then quickly and quietly closed the door. I had not moved from my original position. One had on the blinds. The other on my dick and my mouth stood agape. In a jillion years the last thing a father wants his daughter to see him do. I think jerk-off would be up there. After the door closed. I quickly pulled up my sweatpants from off the floor. I stood there contemplating what my next move would be. How do I rationalize this to a girl of eighteen? I didn't know what I was going to say but I knew I had to say something and say it quick. I opened the door to my room and crossed the hall to room where my daughter stayed when she visited. Her bag was on the floor but she wasn't in there. I checked the bathroom. Not there either. I thought I heard the front door open and I quickly went downstairs. Downstairs I found my daughter in the kitchen. Calmly making herself a sandwich. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Her back was facing me and I found myself admiring the sleek lines of my daughter's body. She had her mother's round fat ass. Said ass was prominently on display in the short track spandex shorts that she was wearing. Her legs were long and muscular from 4 years of running track. She still had on her short ankle socks although her shoes were kicked to the side. She turned around to face me. We both stood there silently. Neither one of us saying a word. I still didn't know what to say. "You want a sandwich?" she asked. Her eyes went from my face down to my waist. "Uh no sweetheart. I'm not hungry, thanks." I watched, as her eyes seem to lock onto my groin region. I looked down to see that my hard on was still evident in the cottony confines of my sweatpants. Now that she was facing me I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts weren't large again like her mother. I think they were about a B or so if I remembered right. So she usually never wore them. My daughter had on a half-shirt that stopped at the top of her rib cage. Exposing her six pack stomach to me. I think my dick achingly bobbed up and down without my consent. I had to save some face. "On second thought, make me whatever you are having. I seem to be having some technical difficulties here. So, I'll be right back." "Ok dad." She said and turned back into the refrigerator. When she turned I imagined myself sliding between her soft cheeks into her moist pussy. I shook the thought away and rushed back upstairs. I realized that my hard on was not going away with out some release. I made my way into my bathroom and started to jerk my dick off. No matter how I tried, I couldn't get the vision of my daughter bent over out of my head. I jerked off furiously and when I came. I felt both ashamed and still strangely aroused about the fact that I had such an explosive orgasm thinking about my own daughter. I cleaned up the mess I hade made on the floor and washed my hands. My erection mercifully had subsided. I figured the only way to treat what had just happened was with laughter. I came out the bathroom to find my daughter sitting on my bed. Indian style. Her thighs were splayed apart and I could see the outline of her pussy through her shorts. To make matters worse. She was playing the tape I had shut off but not removed from the vcr earlier. I froze momentarily. My eyes alternated between her and the sexual carnage that was unfolding on the screen. "Let me turn this off." I said walking over to the vcr. "No daddy, it was just getting good." She whined to me in her little baby voice. The voice that had gotten her so many things in the past. "Come?" she said patting the bed. " I brought your sandwich upstairs." "Thanks honey." I went over and sat on the bed. Since she was up by the headboard I had to take residence down by the footboard. Thus, when I looked up to talk to her I was staring right between her thighs. Directly into her sweet spot. "Umm babe, I just want to apologize for what…uh you, umm witnessed earlier." M daughter waved her hand. "Don't worry about it. We all need that release some time." As she spoke her eyes were focused on the TV. It was a close-up shot of a dick entering and leaving a pussy. My daughter watched the action on the TV slack jawed. "Wow, Dad his dick looks kinda' like yours. Except yours had looked more yummy." My dick began slowly inching its way up my leg. "You gonna' eat your sandwich?" She asked as she finished hers. I reached for the sandwich and took a bite. My daughter pulled her legs together and hugged her knees. Making her camel toe stand out even more. I turned away from her and faced the television so she wouldn't see that I was getting hard again. With my back to her I proceeded to eat my sandwich. After one or two bites. I heard a low moan, followed by a short gasp. I turned to find my daughter with one hand under her shirt tweaking her nipples and the other rubbing her pussy through her shorts. "You don't mind do you daddy?" she asked innocently. "I told you we all need that release sometime. Right now is my sometime." I swallowed hard and stood up. My daughter reached down and pulled her shorts completely off. Exposing her clean-shaven vagina to me. She sucked on her fingers then rubbed her clit. She then slid her entire finger up and down the length of her opening. Spreading the lips apart. I subconsciously began massaging my dick. "Take out daddy. I want to see it." She said writhing on the bed as she slipped two fingers into herself. The rational part of my brain screamed out no. But that head was no longer in command. I pulled my sweat pants off. This time completely and crawled up on the bed. I was still scared to touch her. "Come closer daddy, I want to feel it." I moved close enough for her to touch it. "God daddy, is this where I came from? Let me thank him." Before I could object she grabbed the base of my dick and enclosed her mouth around the head of my cock. My daughter began slurping earnestly. Letting me slide out of her mouth then back in. She took my cock and slapped it against her lips. She licked all four sides, each time starting at the base then ending at the tip. On her last lick she stopped at the top where my pre-cum was slowly oozing out. She ran her tongue over the head tasting me. She circled the head completely then moved down to the edge of the crown. She stopped then hawked out a glob of saliva than ran down my dick to my balls. I did all I could do not to come in her face right then. My fingers were slowly circling her clit. Making her hips follow in my motion. I slipped a finger into her and pulled it out. It was sticky with her juice. She was unbelievably wet. Again like her mother. My daughter licked my sack, which sent a tingle up my spine. At this rate I was going to come and come soon. I went down on my back and she followed my dick. However, she swung her legs up and over my head so we were 69'ing each other. I spread her cunt with my fingers and continued doing with my tongue what my fingers had started. My daughter violently grinded her pussy into my face as my tongue snaked in between the folds of her pussy lips. "Yes daddy eat that cunt? Eat your daughters sweet cunt?" I licked, sucked and slurped as if my life depended on it. My daughter was so focused on what I was doing that she stopped sucking my dick and concentrated on her own impending orgasm. "Like that daddy, oh shit just like that daddy. Oh god yes, yes, yes. Daddy I'm gonna, I'm gonna. DAAADDDEEEE!" Her hips bucked up and down on my face making my lips, chin, nose what have you wet with her juices. I rolled out from under her and left her on the bed panting. "Your turn to come now. Tell me how you want me. I want to hear you say how you want to fuck me." "Doggy style." I croaked. My daughter got up on all fours and moved to the edge of the bed. "Take it daddy, it's yours." I lined up the head with her entrance and marveled at the roundness and firmness of her ass. My daughter eagerly pushed herself back onto my dick while I was still admiring her beautiful body. I grabbed her hips and eased myself into her. Her cunt was extremely tight and hot. "Damn daddy I feel you all the way up in my stomach." "Sorry baby." I apologized. "It's just that you feel so fucking good." "No daddy it does feel good." She continued. "I like it." Slowly she started to rock back and forth on my cock. Each time make it shine with her moistness. I spread her ass so I could get a better view of my cock each time it disappeared into her. I began to feel a little ashamed of myself as I plunged my cock over and over again into my little daughter's wanton hole. But still my hips would not listen to my head. I pushed on the small of her back pressing her further down onto the bed. Her ass was up in the air while her chest rested on the bed. "That's it daddy, Fuck it hard, Fuck it deep!" I mercilessly began to ram my cock into her pussy. My balls slapping against her pussy lips each time. "That's it daddy, Fuck me like that. Fuck me like the little whore that I am." "Yes, Yes!" I found myself shouting. "You're my little whore. My dirty whore." "Yes daddy you're going to make me cum again. Don't stop. Oh please don't stop." The orgasm started in the base of my dick. I could feel it as it climbed up the entire length of my rod. My daughter's pussy was squishing each time I pumped my cock into her, which only added to my excitement. "Daddy is gonna cum baby, Daddy's gonna cum all over your pretty little ass." "Yes do it daddy. Cum for me. Cum for your little girl." At her request I slid into her once more before pulling out. As if she were reading my mind. My daughter spread her ass cheeks apart allowing me to milk my cock in the pucker of her asshole. I fell forward on to her back. Squishing the come on my belly and on her ass. We both lay there panting, catching our breaths. "Hey dad?" she asked. "Yeah." "You think I can stay for the whole summer?" Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 01 Cassie was daydreaming again. She shook her head and wondered why. Last night she had noticed her Father staring at her chest and that was all she could think about. As she walked home she puzzled over this. Her mother had died six months ago, and her dad seemed like he was getting better, finally. But there was no way her dad could be looking at her tits, she thought, after all, I am his little girl and that would be...it would be...Cassie had a vision of her dad on top of her, fucking her, making her scream for release. That's not right, if my friends knew about this they would think I was sick. That night at dinner, Cassie noticed her dad staring at her tits again. When he realized she was watching, he cleared his throat. "You shouldn't wear such revealing honey, they make boys think about sex." he said. Cassie arched her brow, "What about you Dad? What do you think about?" she asked softly. She shocked herself and wished she hadn't said anything. She also noticed that her dad was a little shocked. "Well honey, I think about sex too. I see you prancing around in your little skirts and revealing blouses and I just want to fuck your tight little pussy." he blurted. Cassie's jaw opened then closed. Her dad had rendered her speechless. She sat there at the dinner table as her dad got up and came to stand next to her. It was hard not to notice the bulge in his pants. "I can't take it any more honey! You remind me so much of your mother! I ache everyday from wanting her and not having her and then seeing you showing off your beautiful young body." He sighed, "I want you, I want to make you mine." He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her passionately. Cassie was stunned and couldn't resist his soft, exploring kiss. Surely this wasn't wrong. Her father was hurting so much and she could help him. "I love you Daddy." "So you understand?" he asked. "Yes, and if it'll help you, then you can have me to do whatever you want with." Her dad picked her up and carried her upstairs, to the bedroom. Once there, he took all of her clothes off, revealing her perfect young body to his gaze. "You are so beautiful!" He quickly shed his own clothes and then knelt between her legs. Her pussy was wet with her growing excitement and he could no longer resist her sweet smell. Cassie moaned as her dad's tongue unfolded her lips to search for her clit. When he found it she gasped. Her hips bucked, thrusting her pussy into her dad's face, silently begging for more. His tongue swirled around her clit, his lips sucked her into his mouth, and his teeth gently nibbled her most sensitive parts. "Ohhhhh Daddy! Ohhh I....I'm cumming!" she screamed. "Yes honey, cum for Daddy." he encouraged, working harder at her little clit. Cassie's sweet nectar gushed from her body and into her father's waiting mouth. He swallowed with gusto, loving the satiny taste and feel of his little girls juices. He watched as she slowly recovered from her first given to her by someone other than herself. Sweat glistened on her skin in the moonlight. Her full breasts rose and fell with each breath. "Oh Daddy, that was wonderful!" Cassie exclaimed. She looked at him shyly. "Can I...Daddy, can I suck your cock?" Hearing his little girl talk like that almost drove him over the edge. "Yes honey." he lay back on the bed, his nine inch cock jutting from a patch of dark pubic hair. Cassie's eyes lit up. "Wow Dad! It's so big and thick!" Her dad's laughter rumbled in his throat. She leaned forward, her hair forming a curtain around her face, and hesitantly flicked her tongue around the big purple head. Her dad's cock twitched in response, and her dad moaned. Encouraged, she licked from the base to the head, and back down, slowly, and all around. Then she wrapped her lips around the head and slid her dad's cock as far down her throat as she could. Her dad placed his hand at the back of her head. Whether to steady her or keep her there she had no idea, neither did she care. She increased her pace, going faster and faster. She created intense suction as she came up and swooped down. "Ohhhhhhh yeah baby girl. That feels sooo good." he moaned. Cassie was encouraged by all of her father's moaning so she kept up. Faster and faster she went, swallowing over half of her father's large cock down her throat. "Awwww honey, I'm gonna cum!" he gasped. His grip tightened on the back of her head and she felt his hot seed rushing into her mouth. She almost gagged, but quickly readjusted and milked every drop of her dad's cum out of his cock. Cassie crawled up and snuggled into her dad's side. He sighed and pulled her close. "That was amazing honey. I'm gonna have to work hard to pay you back for that." "Oh Daddy, you don't have to pay me back. After all, you gave me a great orgasm already." "Yeah, but I haven't fucked you yet." Cassie's eyes got round. "Daddy, I'm a virgin." "Do you want some sweaty, pawing boy to take your virginity in the backseat of his car?" Cassie shook her head no. "I want you to Daddy, because I love you and this is the greatest gift I can give you." Her dad rolled over and ran his hands along her smooth curves. His fingers played with her erect nipples, before swooping down to dip into her soaking wet, hot little pussy. Cassie moaned softly, squirming at her father's touch. He searched and quickly found her g-spot. Her back arched off the bed, as she screamed. Her juice exploded out of her and dripped down her dads wrist. He was merciless, he kept touching that spot over and over until Cassie was trembling and mindless. Her dad positioned himself between her legs, she was good and ready. He put the head of his large cock at the entrance to her pussy and slid slowly in. Cassie jerked in surprise when her hymen snapped, but she felt no pain. Her dad began moving within her tight little hole slowly, getting her accustomed to the invader. Cassie brought her legs around her dad's back and urged him on. "Faster Daddy...fuck me hard! Ohhhhh yes Daddy! Harder, harder! Faster, faster! Ohhhhh please!" she screamed. The more he fucked his little girl, the more she wanted. He stopped and tossed her onto her hands and knees. "Now I'm gonna fuck you like the little bitch you are!" he growled. "Ohhhh yes, Daddy please, fuck me, make me your little slut!" He slammed his big cock into her tight pussy, and pounded into his angel for all he was worth. Without warning, he stuck a finger into her ass. Cassie was too far gone to care, she just screamed and pushed back to receive her dad's powerful thrusts. His cock was soaked and shiny with her juices and he took it out of her pussy and placed it at the entrance of her ass. Cassie froze. "Daddy? What are you doing?" "Making you my little slut in every sense of the word!" He slammed his hard cock into her ass. Cassie screamed in surprise and pain. As her dad worked his cock in and out of her ass the pain melted away, replaced by, to Cassie's surprise, an intense pleasure that she had never imagined existed. "Ohhhh Daddy that feels soo good! Awww god! I'm cumming again!" He pounded his pretty daughters ass, giving her a hard smack every few seconds. He felt himself on the verge of an orgasm. "Ohhhhhh Daddy, it won't stop!" Cassie was in the throes of one long continuious orgasm. Her anal walls squeezed the invading cock. "Ohhh honey, my little slut, I'm cumming!" Cassie felt her dad's cum spray her intestines, and her own orgasm intensified. They collapsed into a heap on the bed, sweating and breathing heavily. "I love you Daddy!" "I love you too Princess!" Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 01 It was my summer break before going back to college. I was 19 years old and still a virgin and scared to death about the possibilities of becoming a non-virgin! I had just gotten home from my date with my boyfriend Mark. He liked it when I would dress revealing for him. We had never gone all the way. He had touched my pussy and I had touched his cock a few times but that was all that ever happened. I am just too scared to do it. Sure, I have had a few girlfriends go down on me, but that is so different than having a big fat cock inside of you. I leave Mark with a kiss goodbye and another raging hard on. He tells me that it is okay and that when I am ready he will be waiting for me. I just don’t know if I will ever be ready. I walk into the house and find that my dad’s office light is still on. I need to talk to someone about all this, so I walk into the study. My father has always been a very handsome man. He has a chest that most guys my age would die for, big thick arms, a nice smile and a very thick COCK! This was the first time I had ever seen it, but he was at his desk standing with a full hard on, jacking off. I could feel a familiar twinge between my legs. I stayed back and watched for a few moments, not wanting to interrupt him. God, he looked so good stroking himself. My mouth began to water, imagining what he would taste like in my mouth. I had never thought about doing things like this with Mark. God, I wanted him. My knees were getting so weak I needed to come so bad. I had on a plaid skirt that was short enough to allow me to reach my hands between my legs and start rolling my clit back and forth between my fingers. God, it felt incredible. I tried not to moan when I came but I let out a faint sound. I knew that he was going to come and see what the noise was so I tried so very hard to compose myself. “Princess, is that you?” Trying to sound as if nothing was wrong…”Yea, Daddy. Sorry I...umm…umm…stumped my toe coming down the hallway.” “Well don’t do that sweetheart. Are you okay?” “Yea I am fine. Can I talk to you for a minute Daddy?” “Sure Princess, come over here on the couch, just give me a minute to turn off my computer.” I sat there so nervous, wondering if I should just go ahead and go to bed. I was so scared to tell him what was going on between Mark and I. But Daddy and I had always been so close, I just knew he would have the answers that I needed. “So, what’s up baby girl?” He said as he positioned himself on the couch only mere inches from me. He was occasionally looking down at my breasts and I could just make out the hard lump in his pants. This was going to be much harder than I thought. “Well Daddy you see I am having problems with Mark. It seems all the he thinks about lately is sex, and I am not sure that I am ready for all that. Sure we have made out pretty heavily several times, but I am so afraid to go all the way.” Breaking out into tears, I said, “Oh Daddy! I just don’t know what to do. I am so scared.” Gathering me into his arms, he comforted me saying, “Sweetheart, it’s okay. What do you expect boys to think of when they see you. You are so very beautiful. You have a body just like your mother’s when she was your age.” I felt Daddy’s hands so slightly rubbing on the outside of my thigh. It was giving me Goosebumps all over and making my nipples very hard. I knew that he could feel their hardness pressed up against his chest. Then, he began to slowly feel upwards to my ass. I was in such a daze that I did not want to stop him, it felt so incredible. He was grabbing and squeezing my ass, suddenly he shifted slightly so that he could see my face. “Princess, you aren’t wearing panties!” “No, Daddy I know I am not. Mark likes to eat me out sometimes, so I don’t wear them when we go on dates anymore.” “No wonder you have this boy wanting you. You need a spanking, you have been very bad!” “Daddy, you have not spanked me in years.” I said jerking myself up to a sitting position. “Well I am going to do it now. Bend over my knees right now young lady.” I resisted a little but he pulled me onto his knees and raised my skirt to reveal the full sight of my round ass. He began to softly spank it, with each lick getting harder and harder. “Daddy, please stop that hurts. I promise I will never do it again. Never Daddy!” My cunt was dripping wet by the time he was done spanking. He lightly rubbed over my sore ass where he had left his red handprints. He even bent down to kiss both checks a few times. I could feel my pussy practically dripping wet. He slowly ran his fingers down the length of my ass to reveal my swollen wet pussy lips. “Oh My you are wet my darling. Would you like Daddy to take care of that for you?” God yes! My fantasies were coming true. “Yes Daddy please.” “Ok Princess. But you must say…Yes Daddy please eat my cunt until I beg you to fuck me.” “But, But Daddy…I have never been fucked.” “Say it Princess!” He growled. “Daddy please eat my cunt until I beg for you to fuck me.” With that Daddy ripped my shirt wide open and shoved my skirt down my legs. He left on the heels that I had borrowed from Mom though. When he ripped off the shirt, he realized that I had not worn a bra either. He grabbed both my nipples and began to painfully twist them. “From now on Baby Girl, when you are at home, you are never allowed to wear a bra or panties. That is just so that I can do this.” He said as he continued to twist and play with my nipples. He then picked me up and sat me down on the couch. He pulled my ass to the edge and spread my legs very far apart. He began licking my nipples and grazing his teeth against them. My whole body felt like it was on fire. I was tingling from head to toe and ready to explode at any moment. He sat up and slowly began to rub his hands over my nipples. “You know Princess, I have been dreaming about this day for a very long time. I have watched you walk out of this house in skirts that were so short I could see your little ass if you sneezed” His hands wondered lower onto my belly and upper thighs. He rubbed gently only using the tips of his fingers, causing my whole body to quiver in delight. “ I have watched your tits bounce up and down when you are walking by me. And even sneaked into your room at night and jacked off watching your beautiful naked body.” My eyes peered at him in amazement at what I was hearing. I could not believe that my father wanted me as much has I had always wanted him. His hands were on my inner thighs leaving rings of fire wherever they went. My pussy felt as though it might explode at any moment. “Honey, I am not blind. I am just a man. And tonight I want you to become my lover. I want to make you become my little slut. Is that okay with you Princess?” “Yes Daddy, yes it is. I am just so scared.” I spoke but I was barely able to. His hands were getting closer and closer to where I wanted them most. “I want to make you learn how to suck my cock until it is rock hard. I am going to teach you how to deep throat it and make me come in the back of your throat. You are going to love swallowing my come…do you understand me Princess?” “Yes, Yes Daddy! I understand. Please eat my pussy Daddy! Please. It feels so good. I wanna come Daddy!” Still his fingers remained far from where I desperately needed them. “ I will let you come in due time my Princess, but first you must learn the rules of our little game.” “Yes Daddy.” “ I am going to make you beg to fuck me. You will learn to take my cock in your ass and beg for more. I will make you scream with pleasure. And I will eat your pussy until you squirt your juices all over my face. Is that okay with you Princess?” “Yes Daddy, yes. Please, Please, make me come. I will do whatever you want Daddy!” With that my father lowered his head to my lovely shaven pussy lips. He began to nibble on my inner thighs first and then went further down my legs to my feet and ankles. He bit, licked and kissed my toes. Excitement shot right through me until I could feel my clit throbbing with anticipation. So, carefully he made his way to my cunt. Starting on my pussy lips, he licked and sucked them. I grabbed onto the cushions of the couch and began thrusting my pussy towards his face, silently begging him to devour me. He Thrust my legs open up into the air and told me to hold them there. My pussy was now spread wide open and I could feel his breath on it. I laid back and close my eyes as his tongue began to slowly flick against my hardened clit. His hands wondered up to my full D cup breasts where he began to pull, twist, and tease my nipples. God it felt so good to have my Daddy eating my cunt. The sight of him down there pleasing me was much more than I could take. He began to suck harder and harder when he felt my clit beginning to throb. The more he sucked the more I came. He had me screaming and writhing under him. Begging for him to keep going! “Oh Daddy, please don’t stop! Please fuck my cunt with that tongue of yours Daddy! Please, please fuck me Daddy! I want to feel your big hard cock in my tight wet pussy! Please Daddy let me feel you!” He made me come several more times with his face buried between my legs. He would pull and pinch and twist my nipples making me come harder and harder! I was dying to see what his big, fat dick would feel like in my hot cunt. Daddy began to finger me, one finger at a time until he had three of them in me. It hurt so badly but I could not stop coming. I was screaming with pleasure. I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me. After giving me many, many orgasms he got onto his knees and leaned up to kiss me. I kissed him back. Our tongues meeting and twirling around the others. His hands were still on my breasts while he was kissing me. He sat up back onto his knees and helped me up to a sitting position. His crouch was right in my face. “Have you ever tasted a cock in your mouth Princess?” Slowly he began to unzip and remove his pants. “No Daddy I have not. Mark has asked me too, but I was afraid that I would do it all wrong.” “Oh baby, it is so easy and I am sure that you will love it. Here hold onto it, stroke it like you would a soft kitty cat.” “Daddy , your cock is so big. I don’t know if my mouth will fit around it.” “Of course it will sweetheart. Don’t you worry about all that; you are doing a fine job of stroking Daddy’s cock. Oh yea Princess there’s the spot. That is the most sensitive spot on any man’s cock. God yes!” I was slowly running my hands along his cock up and down the underneath side of it where I felt a large thick vein. I kept slightly rubbing my nails up and down his cock. He was so hard and so big. I wanted to see what he would taste like in my mouth. “Now, Princess I want you to get on your knees in front of Daddy. Yes, just like that baby. Now I want you to lick the head, the sides, underneath, the balls and everywhere else. Lick and kiss it all over.” “Like this Daddy?” I began at the base of his dick and ran my tongue up to his very sensitive head. I rolled my tongue around it a few times and barely kissed the top of it, sucking the very top into my mouth. I knew that he liked it by the way he was moaning. I licked and kissed my way back down to his balls where I gently took each of them into my mouth and rolled them around with my tongue. “Oh Damn yes Princess! Are you sure you have not done this before? You are a damn good cocksucker. But now I want you to take the head of my cock and slowly let it enter your mouth. Be careful not to go down too far yet. Tease me with your mouth baby. Umm…yes, that is the way to do it!” I was taking the head of his cock and letting it slide in and out of my mouth. Slowly I was going down a little farther and farther. I would take his cock into my mouth as far as I could and the come back up grazing my teeth along his shaft. “Now, I want to fuck your face baby.” He grabbed me by my ponytail and shoved my face down onto his cock making me gag. But god I wanted it. He would pull it out and rub the pre-cum all over my tits and face. He pushed it slowly deep into the very back of my throat making me kiss his balls. Thrusting harder and harder into my face. “God, I love fucking your face Princess. Your mouth is so hot and wet. I want to come deep in you throat. Can you feel it baby? Can you feel what you are doing to my cock? Oh God, yes.” He said as he shot his hot, delicious come down my throat. At first I thought that it would be disgusting and I would not be able to stand it, but he tasted so good. When he was done he did not pull his cock from mouth but instead told me to continue sucking and licking it until he became hard again and then he would fuck his little Princess. “Did you like that Princess? Did it feel good for Daddy to come deep in your throat? You keep doing what you are doing and Daddy is going to get hard again and fuck your tight little pussy.” I did. I sucked every drop of come from his slightly limp cock. I nibbled at his head and used my tongue to make circles around it. His cock was so very sensitive. I could tell by the way that he was wincing when I would use my teeth. Burying him deep into the back of my throat again, I began to suck on his cock like it was the best Popsicle I had ever had. Slowly his cock got harder and harder in my mouth until I could feel him beginning to throb again. He pulled me up by the ponytail and led me to his desk. There was barely enough room for him to lay me on it. But he did. My ass was at the very edge with his hands underneath it. He carefully began to penetrate my virgin cunt. At first it hurt so bad that I feared I could not stand the pain. But when he reached down to suck on my nipples, he shoved himself inside me and I came all over him. God, his dick felt so good going in and out of my tight, wet cunt. I reached my hands behind me grabbing the desk to fuck him harder. I wanted him buried in me as deep as he could go. I could not stop coming, my pussy was on fire. He was pounding into me so hard. Before I knew what was going on he ripped me from his desk and stood me on my feet. He bent me over. My hips were touching the edge of his desk and my hands sought for something to hold on to. I grabbed the other side of the desk just as he was kicking my legs apart and shoving his hard cock into my cunt again. Daddy grabbed my ponytail and pulled my head back. God, he was so deep inside me, and it hurt so badly, but I was still coming. It felt so good to feel it slip out of me and then slam back into me. “Does my Princess like it when Daddy fucks her? Does he like it when Daddy shoves his big, hard cock into her?” “Oh God Yes Daddy. Oh, Oh, Oh, God, Daddy it feels so good! Please don’t stop! Keep fucking my tight little pussy! Please Daddy! Oh God Please!” He let me lay back onto the desk and began to slowly fuck me. His hands would occasionally slap my ass and make me come so hard against his cock. I could feel his wet fingers beginning to explore my tight ass too. With his cock buried deep in me he slowly entered a finger into me. Pleasures pulsated to my clit and made it throb around his hard cock. He could tell that I liked it by the way I was grinding back into him. Slowly he pulled his cock from my pussy and I could feel it at the entrance of my tight ass. His hands began to roam my body first playing with my nipples, twisting and pulling on them. And then moving to my clit. Rotating it around with his fingers. Slipping his cock back into my tight pussy for a few more strokes to make sure he was wet enough, he then began to enter my ass. At first it was very slow and burned so bad. “Daddy, please fuck me. Please fuck my nice tight ass! I want to feel your hard cock there so bad! Please Daddy!” With that he grabbed me by the ponytail again and SHOVED his cock into my ass and fucked me so very hard. His free hand was busy manipulating my clit and making me come over and over. I thought I would pass out from just the pure pleasure of it all. He was now thrusting into my ass. Pushing his cock as deep as it would go. Slowly he would pull out and then slam it back into me. I could feel him beginning to throb again. He pulled his cock out really fast and instructed me to get on knees and open my mouth. I got onto the ground with my hands behind my back on the floor supporting me. He spilled his load once more down deep into my throat and made me clean off all the excess. Gently he lifted me from the floor and held me close. “ Did My Darling like her first little lesson in becoming Daddy’s little whore?” “Yes, I did Daddy. When can we do it again?” He took me back to the couch and laid me down with my legs spread wide and to began eating my pussy again. Wicked Angel February 7, 2003 Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 01 “What the hell are you doing coming home at this hour?!?!” I asked, furious, checking my watch again as Keri came through the front door. It was four in the morning and there was no reason why she should be out this late. Even at her age of twenty-two, she lived at home and had rules she had to live by. “Daddy,” she said, her voice quivering full of fear. Good. She should be scared; I was pissed. “I’m sorry. Me and my friends were out talking and I lost track of time. I’m sorry daddy.” I would hear none of it. “Oh, Daddy!” she yelped in pain as my large strong hand grasped her upper arm as I snatched her tiny five-foot two inch and 120 pound frame up and throttled her to the family room, her long black hair flying in the wind behind her. She would pay for breaking my rules. Kari had no idea how pissed I was. “I’m sorry, daddy. I’m sorry. I won’t happen again,” he said, pleading with me, her voice filled with fear, her blue eyes pooling with tears; I could feel her who body shaking in my grip. But I ignored her and moved quickly to the couch, dragging her as I walked quickly and sat down and pulled her over my knee. “My daughter, a little slut!” I snarled at her. She sure as hell was dressed like one. There was no reason why a young lady should be wearing a black mini skirt that only went to mid-thigh and a white sheer blouse where everyone could see her white lace bra. It was clear I had been to tame, too lenient with her. “No, daddy!” she exclaimed. “I’m not a slut. I promise I didn’t do anything. Please, forgive me. I’m sorry. It won’t happy again.” “You’re damn right it won’t happen again, little girl!” I nearly yelled at her as I hiked her skirt up around her hips, roughly, and pulled her white cotton panties to hang around her knees. I did not notice how well formed her legs were for her age or the lovely curve off her ass and hips, I was so angry at her. My little girl! Staying out that late in today’s society, I knew damn well what she was doing! SMACK! “Daddy, please! I’m sorry!’ she begs piteously. Owwwwwww! Daddy!” I hear the sharp crack of my hand on her ass, spanking her full force on her tender flesh and I can feel her ass muscles tightening under the assault. “You shut your mouth, your slut!” I growl and bring my hand down hard again her left ass cheek, leaving a reddened hand print on her flesh. “Owwwwww! Daddy! Please stop!” SMACK! “Daddy!” I promise I wont stay out late any more!” SMACK! Damn right the little slut won’t stay out late. SMACK! SMACK! “Daddy, please!” I can see her cheeks covered with tears and I can hear her moans and whimpers from the pain and I look to see her angry red ass cheeks, hand prints and welts from my punishment. In a twinge of guilt, I hold my hand high, restraining myself from bringing it down harshly against her again. Then something happened that I couldn’t believe. The little slut moved her hips trying to hump my leg. Her own father! The little slut was turned on by being spanked. My chest heaved from the exertion and I was just now realizing that my cock was hard. Even I was becoming aroused by this. I realized just how beautiful my little girl was becoming. Her tight little body with long legs and a firm rounded ass which I had just spanked was turning into a woman. Her long black hair was hanging beautifully down her back and her cheeks glistening with tears. I also noticed she was tanned which complemented her toned body, sleek-looking female. For a moment I forgot she was my daughter. “Daddy,” she whimpered and brought me back to reality, feeling her hips rocking against me. Her little pussy was trying to find something to hump. I then noticed the wetness from her pussy on my leg. She was turned on by this. I was torn between horror and arousal, revolt and desire. Without even thinking about it, my large hands parted her thighs and a finger ran between her parted wet pussy lips and she rocked back, her pussy trying to be filled, looking for something to put inside her. My cock jumped and grew even harder when I realized her pussy was bare. My little girl shaved her pussy. “You little slut!” I growl at her, but with a gruff, hoarse voice, betraying my desire in her. “You’re wet. You actually enjoy this!” Her pussy was soaking wet and slippery to the touch and I could actually fee her muscles clenching, trying to grip something, sensing me touch, sensing my fingers. God help me, I should have sent her to bed and grounded her, but I could not move. I was frozen. Her tears stained face turned to mine and I saw her lips slightly parted. There was a gleam in her eye not all from the tears she had cried and I was suddenly conscious of her heavy breathing, her chest moving against my leg, her breasts pressed against my thigh. Without speaking, keeping her eyes locked onto mine, Keri slithered from my lap from under my hand after pushing up against the rough calloused working hand that had just spanked her and I simply sat there and watched. I felt her whole body shudder from the touch of my hand on her ass cheek, the touch that was not one of a father disciplining her daughter. It was a different touch as she slipped to her knees before me, submissively. My cock strained against my jeans which were suddenly to tight for comfort. What a hot body she had. My daughter! “I’m sorry for being a slut daddy!” she spoke in a timid, soft voice, the voice of my little girl. “I’m so sorry. Please let me make it up. Let your little girl make it up to you.” I could not move; I simply sat there and stared at her. She ran her cheek across the bulge in my jeans and my hips thrust upward lightly and my daughter gasped at the movement. Looking up into my eyes, she again rubbed her cheek against the bulge, slower, more lovingly, almost in awe. “Please let me make it up to you daddy. Let your little girl make it up to you.” Her voice was husky and sexual. I simply stared at her and my silence must have been approval enough for her because she slowly undid my pants releasing my cock from the confines of my jeans. I could not believe this was happening but I did not stop it. I could not stop it. She visibly gasped and looked up at me wide-eyed but then turned her eyes back to my cock. Timidly, almost fearfully, she reached out and touched it feeling it twitch beneath her touch. Soft dainty hands lightly ran over the shaft of my cock and then explored the head of it, like she had never seen a cock before. She stared at while she explored it, looking into the tiny piss hole, wonderingly, curiously. My cock jumped when she laid her cheek against the head of my cock and she sighed delightedly in such a lovely way. I groaned when I felt her tongue lightly touch the tip of my cock, wonderingly, curiously, so warm and soft it was. Then she looked up in my eyes and placed a kiss with her pouty lips on the head of my cock, right on my piss-hole and I nearly came right there, shooting my load all over her chest so aroused I was. She turned her eyes back to my cock and then I felt her tongue swirling about the head of my cock, wetting it and making it twitch, my hips tightening from the pleasure. She swirled and she swirled and she swirled her tongue, paying particular attention to the underside, while one of her tiny hands moved to the base of my cock while she tastes me and her tongue explored my cock. She seemed so young naïve, and that made it all the sweeter. Then Keri took a deep breath and looking at me, almost defiantly, wantonly, she thrust her head down, taking as much of my cock into her mouth as she could, so deep I could hear her gag a little as the head hit the back of her throat. Slowly, tentatively she did this a few more times, testing the waters, seeing how deep she could take me, her eyes never leaving me, making it all the hotter. I couldn’t believe it. My own daughter was sucking my cock! Soon her head was bobbing down on my cock deeper and deeper, tiny gagging noises as she worked so hard to please me, slurping at my cock while I thrust my hips up to meet the back of her throat. I was groaning from her hot wet mouth sliding over my hard cock. So sweet it was. I felt her hand move from the base of my cock to my balls and she cupped them and massaged them lightly, lovingly, while my cock slid in and out of her mouth, deep, past the back of her throat, deep-throating me. My own daughter was deep-throating me! Her other hand moved to her cunt and I could see her hips rocking as her hand must have been rubbing her pussy, moving over her little clit. She was moaning hard now and she was really thrusting down on my cock. “My little girl the slut,” I whispered. “My little girl sucking her daddy’s cock. Do you like my cock? Tell me you like your daddy’s cock.” She slurped my cock out of her mouth and looked up at me, eyes ablaze a wanton look on her face. “Oh, Daddy. I love your cock. Your little girl loves your cock, so thick and long. I want to suck it all the time. I love it.” She lovingly rubbed the slick head of my cock against her cheek, looking up at me. “I want my daddy’s cum. Cum in your little girl’s mouth. Fill my belly with your seed.” She sucked me back in and I thrust my hips up with a groan, my body tightening as my cock entered her throat. So deep she was taking me. Her hand went back to work on her pussy and she was humping her fingers, making her head bob all the more enthusiastically on my cock. The moans and whimpers reverberating sweetly through my cock from her throat. I felt her nose in my pubic hairs. Her hand was massaging my balls as her lips moved over my cock, lightly sucking while her head bobbed on my cock. I could feel my release close. I could feel it building; my cock was throbbing and aching. Keri must have sensed it because she began sucking me in earnest, forcing her head down on my cock fast and hard while she sucked her cheeks in, massaging my balls, coaxing them to release. Before I knew it, I was exploding into her warm hot mouth, spilling my seed down her throat. She came too, her whole body shaking, eyes looking up at me wildly, feeling the throws of her orgasm with my hot cum streaming down her throat. Spurt after spurt, I unloaded into her with a growl. “That’s it. Drink your daddy’s cum!” I growled. “Drink your daddy’s cum like a good little girl!” And she did. She pulled her head off my cock, her nostrils flaring trying to breathe, with her breasts rising and falling sweetly with every heavy breath that she took. I saw cum trickling down her cheek and watched it fall to the ground. “Daddy! Please!” she cried falling to the ground, reaching for her right cheek. She crumpled down to her right side, her eyes looking up at my stunned while she felt and nursed her cheek, red from the backhand. “You wasted some of my cum. I give you the privilege of feeding from me and you wasted it,” I said, calmly in a low voice. I could not blame her really. She was such a small girl, dainty and gently. Some was sure to spill out, especially with my full load. But she had to be punished. She had to learn her place. Automatically and quickly to placate me, Keri was on her knees before me and I felt her warm lips and kisses falling on my feet and my ankles, her gentle soft hands holding my ankles. “Mercy. Show your girl mercy,” she begged, kissing and licking my feet. “Show your girl mercy Master.” My ears were stunned. I couldn’t believe she was calling me Master, but it must have seemed natural now that I look back, with me punishing her, and then showing even more strict discipline when she had displeased me. Calling me master and kissing my feet to placate me must have been natural for her. She was my daughter and only in her early twenties but she was a woman already. I was too far gone to stop now. She had already sucked my cock and I had let her drink my cum. There was no point in stopping. “Give me your panties without rising from your knees,” I ordered her and watched as she immediately obeyed, eagerly following my commands. She pushed her white cotton panties down to her knees and then lifted one knee at a time to remove them and then handed them to me with her head down. I took then and roughly pushed her hands behind her back and listened to her grunt and gasp in shock as I tied her wrists tight, the panties being sufficient to secure her. “Free yourself!” I ordered in a rough voice. She whimpered and grunted but worked hard at trying to free her wrists, writhing and twisting till finally she stopped and looked up at me meekly. “I cannot.” I raised my eyebrow, looking down at her. “—Master.” “Now clean my cock off,” I ordered next and she nearly flung herself forward to lick and suckle at my still hard cock, tasking and sucking the cum off of my shaft. She moaned when she felt it jump beneath her warm tongue, sensitively trailing over the head of my cock and I moaned lightly, feeling the sensation flow through me. The intensity of her blow job and the heat from the night put together was too much for me. I could even more feel another load of cum building inside me. Keri looked up at me humbly while I watched her tongue trailing over the shaft of my cock and the swirled over the head, stimulating me as well as cleaning me off. Her eyes never leaving mine, she licked her lips almost brazenly as if she was savoring every last drop. She sighed. “I’m sorry for dripping your cum, daddy. Master’s cum is sacred and I was right to be punished. Please forgive your little girl. Please show mercy on your little slave,” she breathed in a meek quiet voice but with fire and passion in her eyes. Before I could respond, she thrust her head down onto my cock, sucking and licking while her head bobbed up and down, arousing me again with her tongue and mouth on me. “We’ll see little girl,” was all I could bear to say in the situation, as stunned as I was. I groaned and moaned a little and that drove her on sucking even harder, working even harder to placate me, to beg forgiveness to be shown mercy. Her mouth was working wonders on my stiff cock, tongue dancing around it, her dainty mouth and lovely lips wrapped around me while her head thrust downward with increasing passion. Her whole body was moving to give her leverage as she forced more of my cock down her throat. Her hips were lifting and falling, her ass writhing in the air, clearly arousing her again as she sucked on me. Tiny whimpers and moans of need were caught in her throat at my cock, as she tried desperately to find relief. But I was giving her none. My little girl had to be taught a lesson, I thought. But it was erotic to watch her sucking me with her whole body. This was not just a blow job. My little girl was truly fucking me with her mouth, with her whole body as her thin arms fought toe restrains, wanting to go for her little hot pussy, to touch herself. The arousal and desperate need only made her work harder at placating me, at sucking me, to please me. Without warning, she lifted her head, and rubbed her cheek on my cock lightly and looked up at me. Your little girl loves her daddy’s cock. Your slave loves her master’s cum.” She placed a kiss on the tip of me cock, deferentially and then stood up, brazenly, heatedly and all I could do was sit their watch, my cock throbbing and hard, aching to fuck her, wanting to be deep inside her hot wet pussy. Her black mini skirt, as tight as it was, was still bunched up at her waist and I could see her pussy, beautiful, like a little young flower waiting to be taken. Her puffy lips were swollen and red, waiting to be opened and used. Her baby smooth pussy glistened with her need, wet and waiting. I licked my lips subconsciously. My eyes trailed over her hungrily and she seemed to stand straighter, reveling in the attention I was paying her. Naturally her weight went to her right foot as she lightly flexed her left knee with her left foot pointed outward a little. It was a naturally submissive posture. Her back was straight, arched a little as I saw her flushed red skin, mottling and reddening even more under my frank appraisal and attention. Her eyes looked to me respectfully, glistening and begging to be found pleasing. My little girl was standing before me as a female slave, bound in restraints by my hands, the ownership significance obviously not lost on her. My eyes trailed up to her firm C-cup breasts and she thrust them forward a little for appraisal, subconsciously I am sure, but I could distinctly see her hardened nipples showing through her thin white lace bra. “Does daddy like what he sees?” she asked in a voice mixed with passion and respect, heat and desire and submission. “Do I pass inspection?” Without a word, I jumped off the couch and backhanded her again, this time across the left cheek. She yelped in pain and sock and crumpled to the ground, unable to nurse her face, unable to move in her bonds. “Insolence and disrespect will not be tolerated,” I informed her quietly, whimpering and small, submissive and lovely at my feet. Wordlessly, whimpering and weeping, she pulled herself from where she was lying and moved her head to my feet and she was kissing and kicking my feet again, performing natural obeisance of a slave before her master, placating him, coaxing him to mercy. It was sweet to feel her lush lips about my feet. Her bonds made her work harder and my daughter’s whole body worked and moved to try and placate me, naturally, submissively, as a slave. Roughly, I lifted her up by her hair, hearing her whimper and grunt in pain, feeling her hair being pulled. I stood in front of her and looked into her eyes as I roughly tore the blouse free and shoved it down past her shoulders till it was stuck behind her back at her elbows, not able to go any lower, further binding her to my will. This caused her breasts to be thrust out to me naturally, and they looked beautiful indeed. She gasped when she saw the lock blade knife that I carry in my pocket swiftly opened before her, the light flashing on the blade. She shuddered with her eyes wide and I could tell that her knees had gone weak. I was not sure at this time if it was from excitement of the blade being so close to her, or fear of being cut. It made no matter, it caused the same biological chemical response in her. Wordlessly, I cut the bra between her breasts at the sweet swell of her beautiful mounds. I felt her gasp and her chest heave, feeling the cold steel at her flesh. I intentionally lightly ran the blade along her skin before I pulled the blade forward, cutting the white lace, freeing her breasts. My mouth watered and my cock twitched as I saw her beautifully firm breasts before me. Her nipples had swelled with blood and her skin was a beautiful flush of excitement with her whole body shaking in utter frenzy. In her eyes I saw awe, love, desire and wanton passion. Oh, Master!” she exclaimed as I threw her down to the couch and she naturally spread her knees, exposing her tender soft sex to me, glistening with her pussy juices, her ass near the edge, waiting for me. Her eyes were wild. Quickly I shed my jeans and was kneeling before her kicking her knees apart wider, spreading her and opening her up vulnerably to me. “Daddy, touch me please. Fuck your little girl, please. Daddy, she begs it.” “Silence,” I growl as I lightly run fingers and hands over her body, feeling her shudder and push toward my hands wanting more. I smile at the wanton writhing of her body, the gasps and moans telling me she is nearly ready. My palms move to her nipples and lightly run over the hardened tips and she pushes forward trying to get more sensation from my hands but I pull away and she whimpers. Lightly, my hands run down her sides, feeling the sides of her soft yet firm breasts, down her sides to her hips and she gyrates them unable to control her movements anymore. She is simply female; a female before her master. Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 01 I consciously stay away from her pussy as I run my hands over her body, wanting her to simmer to be hot and ready and begging. I would show my girl what it meant to be a slut. If she wanted to act like a slutty little bitch, well, I would make sure that she did completely, for me. Beginning at her feet I massaged the insole of her foot and the way she pushed it toward me and moaned I could tell it was sensitive. Good, I would use this as a means to control her. Then delicately I massaged the back of her calf, another sensitive place for a woman running my hands lightly up to the backs of her knees and kneaded the flesh there and she whimpered uncontrollably from the feeling I was giving her. Good, I thought. Up the backs of her thighs I felt the firm muscles and smiles to myself as I felt them tighten and loosen to my touch. She was moaning and whimpering now, writhing, fighting for my touch, so hot in her need. I massaged the insides of her thighs brushing my fingers and the palms of my hands up the warm moist inner thighs, feeling them quiver and try to close on my hands, but I slapped them away with a stinging slap. She was a responsive slut, writhing beneath my hands as I trailed them upward missing her pussy on purpose as she bucked upward, trying to get my touch her. She whimpered in need as I massaged her pelvis lightly just above her pussy and she was moving her hips in rhythm with me, moaning like the slut that she was and then gasped when I stopped. I was not ready for her yet. My hands continued their journey upward and I ticked her nipples into hard little pebbles, responsive and sensitive. I knew that they would take much use in the future. My hands moved up to her shoulders and with feather light massaging I touched her shoulder and was gratified to see that this was a sensitive area also for her. By this time, I was in complete control of her sexual responses. Her skin was mottled and flushed and her nipples engorged like little strawberries just begging to be sucked and her scent was heavy in the air, the smell of her pussy, the smell of her need. The little slut was dripping wet, her juices running down the crack of her ass and wetting her thighs. I have never seen such a lush, fertile sexual body as I saw before me now. My hands moved her ass appraisingly, and it was nice and tight, firm like I knew it was be. As my large hands cupped her ass cheeks, they flexed in sexual need as she whimpered uncontrollably now, her eyes closed, small tears running down her cheeks. She was a sexual animal now, nothing more; a sexual animal to be used. I would make sure I used the slut well. “Oh, master!” she nearly yelled, her eyes snapping open as my finger run between her spread pussy lips so wet as they were. Her dripping cunt was well lubricated as I ran two fingers between her slick lips. Her hips bucked and she slid down further trying to coax my fingers into her, so hot for a fucking my daughter was. “Be silent,” I order her and she whimpers. “You may moan and whimper, but nothing louder than that. She whimpered and uneasily shakes her head in affirmative response to that as I move my finger up and pull the hood around her clit back. My breath catches at the sight of the beautiful little nub of a clit, red and engorged, so swollen and sensitive, so inviting. “Ohhhhhhhhh,” she moans as my fingers lightly rub her clit, and her hips buck and move in rhythm with my fingers sliding up and down her slick engorged clit. Her whole body starts to tense and I can tell that she is close to cumming as her thighs quiver and her breathing grows faster and more ragged a wild look in her eyes as she watches me. “Daddy!” she yells as I pull my fingers away. She whimpers and cries out, tears in her eyes, wanting so desperately to cum. “Does my little girl want to cum?” I ask in a soft voice as my right index finger lightly teases her clit for a second. “Please, daddy. Your little girl wishes to cum. She wants to cum for you,” she says meekly, her voice shaky. “It is called yielding little girl,” I inform her, beginning her training in the sexual arts. “And you will not yield without my permission. You may beg now.” “Please daddy let your little girl cum.” Her hips buck and move trying to find some relief. “I beg to cum. Your slave girl begs to cum for her Master. Master her and show her she is nothing but a little slave. Let her cum for you.” She whimpers and moves, her pussy trying to find my fingers. “No,” I say simply and then move back to pay attention to her clit, first running fingers between her pussy lips to lubricate them and then move them up to her engorged nub and lightly rub over it up and down and in small circles. She gasps ands moans, writhing as my fingers pinch down on her clit and with the captured sex organ making pressing circles into her flesh. “Ohhhhhhhhh,” she moans and so quickly she is brought to near orgasm again. Her hips are fucking my fingers, putting more pressure on her clit as she nears her climax. “You are not to yield without my permission,” I remind her as I finger her pussy, feeling her hips and pelvis moving to try and get more of my touch, my slick fingers sliding effortlessly over her clit. “Yes, daddy,” she whimpers in a high-pitched excited voice. She grunts and groans, trying to keep from cumming. She does not wish to displease me; I can tell by the way that she is biting her lower lip, intensely away of the sensations flooding her body. I have never seen nipples as swollen and excited as hers were at that time. “Does my little girl want to yield?” I asked quietly, knowing quite well what the answer is. She answers immediately. “Yes, daddy! Please let your little girl yield! Please! I beg to yield!” “What do you wish to yield as?” This question is important for my long range plans. I want to make my daughter my sex slave and I need to have it done by her own hand, by her own words of her own volition. “As your little girl! As your slave!” Her eyes pop open as she speaks the words, shocked that she would speak them, but she is caught in the oncoming rush of her orgasm that is teetering on the edge. She is too far gone to think about what she just as said. “I wish to yield as your slave! Make me your slave, daddy! Make your little daughter your slaves! Make her your slut!” “The cum and yield like a slave girl,” I say quietly, in a soft voice and immediately a low moan rumbles from her belly and she can’t control it as her whole body goes stiff and then shakes and shudders, her eyes rolled back into her head, hands balled into tiny fists as the orgasm washes over her. Pussy juice splashes out and I can feel her sex quivering, her muscles tightening and flexing as her whole body is overtaken by the orgasm. “Ohhhhhhhhhh,” she moans through parted lips as it continues to wash over her with my fingers still working her clit, not letting up. I have never seen such an intense orgasm. It was time now. With the orgasm still thundering through her and animal-like moans and whimpers and grunts coming from deep in her belly, tightened so nicely from her working out, I push my cock into her and feel her tight muscles clamping down on me as I push into her. My cock jumps when I realize she is still in the throes of her orgasm, still cumming as the sensation intensifies with my cock stimulating her inner walls, piercing her and forcing her flower open for me. I’m slightly surprised to see that she is indeed a virgin, but she hardly notices me breaking through her hymen, deflowering the girl. “Oh master,” she breathes, her eyes snapping open, writhing, trying to break the bonds that I have tied around her wrists. “Oh, master.” She is lost in the sensation, the orgasm over but my cock forcing into her, stimulating her sensitive pussy walls, forcing myself into her, forcing her to feel, every touch, every movement, every feeling that I wish to invoke in her. Her glazed eyes and parted lips tell me she is completely under my control. I am in absolute control of her. “Ahhhh,” I sigh softly fucking her tight pussy. It’s been so long since I’ve had a pussy this tight, the snug walls clamping and sucking me in feels so fucking good as I build the tempo of my thrusts, fucking into her with long deliberate strokes, parting her walls and sending shocks of pleasure through her body, setting her clit on fire. She moves so beautifully beneath me, lifting her body to touch mine, like a slave, her legs wrapping around me, driving me into her, pulling me in, acting like a slut begging for more sex, more pleasure. Her thighs so beautifully parted wide for me and her tight hot pussy. A chill washes over me as I drive into her with long hard strokes, hearing the wet slurping sounds of our sex, the smell heavy in the air as I drive into you, tiny grunts coming from your throat as you are lost in the sensation, lost in the pleasure. “You may cum and yield without permission now,” I grunt softly. She is already now in my control and I wish her to feel the slave ecstasy, the unending pleasure that will be forced upon her, no mercy given. Without even acknowledging my words, she starts that low moan and grunting again and her eyes roll back and her whole body stiffens as she enters slave orgasm again, lost to the world, lost in the pleasure, lost in the sensation. I feel her pussy clamping down even tighter on my cock, forcing me to drive into her harder just to part her walls enough to fuck into her, but what a sweet feeling she is. So wet as I feel her pussy juices gushing out around my cock again, splashing against my pelvis and running down between her ass cheeks and down my balls, dripping wet. I have never seen a girl cum so hard before. Still moaning, she is still lost in the orgasm, eyes closed, simply feeling it, overwhelmed by the ecstasy. I know I can’t hold out much longer. She’s too tight and it feels too damn good for me. My load is heavy in my balls. Without opening her eyes, she starts murmuring and muttering and I wonder if she even knows she is saying the words. “I love you master. I love you. I’m yours. I’m your little slut. Fuck your little girl, master. fuck her good. Show her what a slut she is. Take her and control her. Show her you’re master. Fuck your little girl. Fuck your slut. Ooooooooh, master. Fuck your little girl daddy. Oh, master, I love you. I love you so much. I’m yours. I’m all yours, fuck your little slut.” Her orgasm is still going through her, the aftershocks thundering through her I can tell, the way her pussy is quivering and clamping down on me intermittently, the sensations forcing her to remain in her ecstasy. Her eyes snap open and look right at me, snapping back to where she is, on the couch, tied up and being fucked by her father. For a moment she does not speak, she merely looks at me, wondering what is going on. I can see the tears in her eyes and the flush in her cheeks. The softly, slowly she speaks again, no longer in the throes of her orgasm, but my little daughter talking to her father. “I want your cum, daddy,” she says in a timid voice, looking at me. “I want your cum.” Her arousal is building just from speaking the words, the taboo of the incestuous sex only making it all the hotter, driving her harder toward orgasm. “Give me your cum. Fill my cunt with your sperm. Fill me with your seed. Fill your little with your seed. Show her you love her. Show her daddy. Give her your cum. She begs to feel your hot seed filling her up.” Her orgasm is building again I can tell from the way her pussy is quivering and starting to tighten up around me and I am only too happy to oblige her request. Growling low, I slam into her pussy hard and fast, driving into her, hitting her cervix which throws her into another orgasm, her body writhing and stiffening and shaking as her eyes roll back, moaning and screaming now. “Yes, master! Yes master! I yield to you! I’m yours!” “Daddy’s going to fill you up,” I growl and then explode inside her, my hot cum gushing into her, thrusting into her, driving it deeper into her, her cervix open from her orgasm and filling her hot womb with my seed. “Oh, yes, daddy,” she breathes in a sultry low voice as I slow my thrusts down, lessening them force of my strokes into her. “Yes daddy. I can feel your hot cum in my womb. My womb opened up and now it’s full.” Her ankles are locked behind me and driving me into her still, moving the cum around inside her. Small spurts still shooting out of her. Timidly, softly, she looks at me and with her hands behind her, pushes herself off the couch and licks and kisses my shoulder and my neck, supplicating me, showing her submissiveness. A twinge of guilt after cumming washes away when I hear her purring as she licks and sucks and kisses at my shoulder and neck, lifting herself to me naturally, an act of submission. I lean down to make it easier for her and I can feel her hot breath on my ear and neck as she whispers softly. “I’m not on the pill daddy. I hope we made a baby together.” Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 01 [Author's note: All characters in this story are more than 18 years old.] * Daddy and Mommy are very excited! Their daughter has come home from college to celebrate her 19th birthday. It's also spring break, so she will be visiting friends while she's home, but for now she is spending all her time with her parents. She is their baby, the younger of two sisters. She's also much smaller...she's very petite and little-girl like...the antithesis of her mother and sister, who are much larger and very voluptuous. Her parents threw a birthday party for her today. Many of her friends from the neighborhood were there and a good time was had by all. Daddy was particularly pleased that it went so well. He loves his little girl more than anything. There is a very special place in his heart for her. And he has missed her dearly while she's been away. As the party concludes and the guests depart, Daddy's thoughts begin to turn toward memories of things he has done with his little girl in the past. Things that they both have kept totally secret. Her sister doesn't know about them. Not even Mommy has the slightest clue. It's been a long and fun day, but Daddy is looking forward to tonight. His special feelings for his daughter have been building all day. He can't wait to get alone with her. He can't wait for Mommy to go to bed so he can sneak into his little girl's room. Daddy loves his little girl so much he wants to give her a special treat. Finally, Mommy bids good night and trundles upstairs. Daddy waits for a while then tiptoes up to his daughter's room. He sees light from under her door. He very quietly opens it to find her fast asleep with the nightstand lamp on. He closes the door very easily so Mommy won't hear, and sits on his daughter's fluffy bed. He kisses her softly on the forehead, then on the lips. His little girl stirs, then opens her pretty eyes. Daddy loves his little girl's eyes. "I have a surprise for you," Daddy says. "Oh good", she says, wiping some sleep from her eyes. "Will Daddy be hopping into bed with me?" "Oh yes," he replies. "But we'll have to be very quiet, okay?" Mommy is in her bedroom snoring away, as Daddy pulls his little girl's nightie over her head. She is so lovely. Long dark tresses flow over her slender shoulders, and she has such perky nipples and a pouty little mouth that Daddy's big cock feels a twitch. He takes off his pajamas and slides into bed with her. He holds her close and strokes her hair, as his cock steadily grows. She is so soft and sweet, snuggling in his arms. She turns her mouth up to him asking for a kiss. Daddy loves to kiss his little girl, so he nibbles her lips some, then offers her his tongue. She opens her mouth just enough to let him slither in, as she puts her delicate hand on Daddy's big cock. It is so big and thick that she can barely get her tiny hand around it. Daddy's breathing quickens when she touches him; he gets very excited whenever his little slut does that. Especially when she's also putting her wet little tongue in his mouth. She strokes him up and down just like Daddy taught her. "Does Daddy like that?" she purrs. "Oh yes," he replies. Soon Daddy is grunting and jerking as his little slut drives him up the wall. She is so cute. She asks Daddy if she can put her pretty little mouth on his great big cock. "Oh yes", he replies. She puts her lips to the bulbous head to give it a smooch. She runs the underside of her tongue over it, just like Daddy taught her. She tongues the slit, while looking up at him to ask, "Does that feel good Daddy, am I doing it right"? "Oh yes," he replies. He takes his little girl up in his arms and carries her over to the vanity. She can see his big hard cock in the mirror, waving below her. He sets her down on the floor so she's standing facing the mirror. He's standing behind her drinking in the view of her tiny figure in the mirror. His cock and balls are mashed against the small of her back. He reaches around to put his hands on her perky nipples, then tweaks them while they both watch in the mirror. He nibbles her downy neck...her velvet skin has him in a whirl! She turns her head toward him and parts her lips. Their tongues flick in the air, then writhe together. He tells her to spread her legs slightly, which she does with much anticipation in her eyes. He spreads his legs too, but only to lower his rock hard cock relative to her cute little bum, then slips it between her legs so that it sticks out in front of her. In the mirror, it looks like she's sprouted a cock of her own. Instinctively, she puts her soft hand to it, and gives it a little jerk. "Daddy, does that feel good?" she whispers. "Oh yes," he replies. She feels the shaft of his stiff prong pushing up against her tight virgin pussy. She slides her cunt lips back and forth over it and quickly discovers that that stimulates her tiny clit as well. She begins to undulate her hips to produce the desired motion, all the while getting hotter and hotter. "Daddy, am I doing this right?" she inquires. "Oh yes," he replies. Her breathing quickens as her little girl juices are oozing all over Daddy's big cock. Her little girl hips are nearly vibrating. And her tight little bum is bumping up against Daddy's pubic bone, giving her a big girl thrill! She asks again, "Daddy, am I doing this right?" "Oh yes," he replies. She pumps and she grinds. "Oh daddy, oh Daddy, o-o-oh...D-a-a-dee." She convulses and lets out a little girl squeak. "Shush-h-h sweetheart," Daddy whispers, as he kisses her affectionately on the neck, knowing she got her cookies just right. She whispers back, "Oh Daddy, that WAS a special treat!" Just at that moment he hears Mommy flushing the toilet in the hall bathroom. Did she hear anything on her way by his little slut's door? He tells his little slut to quickly kneel in front of him to do what she's been taught to do. She obediently complies, opening her pretty little mouth for Daddy's dripping cock. She licks him all around the head and up and down the shaft. Daddy has taught her well. He's too big to fit in her mouth, but she tongues the tip and strokes the thick shaft with her tiny hand. His heavy balls are swinging back and forth. He has a load of cum for her that's been building all day! Suddenly, he hears Mommy's footsteps coming out of the bathroom. The blood is rushing to his head, his cock is ready to explode! He hears Mommy's footsteps stop, then there's a rap at the door. He heaves and he jerks as his huge load blasts his little slut's mouth and face! Thick wads of hot cum! "Are you okay, sweetie?" Mommy asks through the door. "Oh yes, Mommy," says her little girl, with Daddy's hot cum dripping off her chin. "Go to sleep dear," Mommy says as she pads on to her room. With a low sigh, Daddy winks approval to his little slut as she licks and laps at his huge cock. She is such a good little slut! She looks up with her pretty eyes and asks, "Daddy, did I do that right?" "Oh yes," he replies. "Oh yes." Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 01 Authors Note: This is not a story about incest so if that's what you are expecting you will be disappointed! * I'm used to control, I work in a controlled environment, you see. Well, as controlled as a college can be! I'm a good actress, you need to be. Strip teaching back and that's all it is - the façade, the emperor's clothes. And I've never let my teaching mask slip. So many years of reserve, truth be told, and it has bled into my whole life. When I was younger I had hot thoughts like, I guess, any other young woman. I was a late developer in many ways. I was certainly very shy. But at the age of 18 I remember walking by the river and seeing a rower climb out of his boat. His black all-in-one was wet, his dark hair ruffled, his chest muscular and glistening. I must confess, my jaw dropped open and I suddenly felt a little prickling of moisture between my legs. It was such an uncontrolled feeling, I wasn't sure if I liked it. But it was there, demanding to be fed. That night I did feed it, imagining his body on mine, his hands pressing me down. And not sure where this bit came from but I could imagine him forcing me, disciplining me until I had control back again. So it went on for the next couple of months, whenever I saw a good looking man, and I would spend the night touching myself, my bed sweat-soaked and my pillow chewed through. For a time I had a boyfriend. Still only 19, I was a good girl, I was really was. But one night he got pushy and then aggressive. I can't, or won't even put into words exactly what happened, but at the time I thrilled to feel his hand on my head, forcing me down onto him. The strength of my response scared me, and I felt dirty even as I touched myself afterwards and through the rest of that long night. It doesn't really matter now, because after many years of practice I have my self-control back. And that's how it will stay. Over the years, I've cultivated an effective mix of formality and lightness in my dealings with men that protects me, and I guess has helped me act in my role as a teacher. I really should describe myself. Forgive me, this doesn't come easily. I have girlish looks, long blonde hair, a slim frame and firm breasts. Yes, I know those words sound odd coming from my mouth but enough men have attempted to get past my reserve for me to know what they like what they see. Now, my husband, he is good to me. He is steady, reliable and, my friends tell me, sexy. He is good with the kids too. Sounds pretty fine, eh? Well, it is, I'm very fortunate. He used to be bothered that we had such a quiet sex life but he adjusted. Putting it like that sounds really cold doesn't it? But you have to understand, I've had no choice. Something deep down tells me to hold something back for fear I'll become that 13 year old all over again, all compulsive desires and needs. Unable to stand the thought I've now pushed sex as far away as I can. So this guy I've been talking to, he intrigues me. When I say 'talking', I mean chatting online. Strange really, I can't remember how we started. He just seemed to be...there one day. But it is so easy to talk to him, he understands me, all my issues at work, my need to be in control of my life. In fact, much to my surprise I've come to lean on him just a little. Late at night, when my husband is asleep in the other room, I find myself turning on my computer with almost indecent haste. And he is always there, waiting for me. I love that, his reliability, his attentiveness. And I always feel better after talking to him. Oddly, there are moments every evening when time just seems to disappear - I don't know where it goes! But I feel so relaxed after talking to him, so...me. Unusually for me I get anxious sometimes - what if he gets bored of me? What is he finds someone else to talk to? Then I log on again and all my worries fade away. He is still there, listening to me, prompting me to laugh. But where the heck does the time go? __________________________________________________ I log on. My Sarah is already there, waiting for me as I knew she would be. After all, she may not realise it but she needs me. I've been talking to her for several weeks now, sinking my messages deeper, through her surface needs, into her primal, unconscious self. Nothing sinister of course, just rewarding the time she is spending with me with all the feel-good chemicals her body can offer. But that is just the start... "Hi Sarah", I type. "Hi" she replies. "How are you tonight?" "Better now you're with me x" "I can make you feel even better, honey" There is a pause. She has picked up the innuendo, her defences sharp again. "Oh?" "For that you need to go to sleep." The words appear on both my screen and hers. I don't need to say it again; she will be more receptive already. "Sarah, from now on when you hear or read the words 'daddy's little girl' I want you to be very aware of your body. Feel the air around you as it strokes your skin. Feel your nipples prickle as they rub against your clothes. You feel so feminine and alive...but that's not enough, Sarah. After all, what is your body for? You will sit up straight, push your breasts out for any man that says those words. It will feel so good to be around him. Just, you know, generally. No expectations, nothing heavy, no harm done. It's not as if you're going to suck his cock is it?" "All you need to do is feel those hormones flooding your body, that sweet spot in the month when you want the attention of your special man, feeling all hot and bothered. Imagine just how good it would feel to give into that feeling..." __________________________________________________ It is almost time for lunch. I've felt so fresh this morning, so relaxed and unusually for a Monday morning, ready for the new week of teaching. Some of the students even seem interested, especially some of the worst-behaved lads. That's kind of unexpected; perhaps it is to do with the sense of poise and confidence feel standing in front of the class. Unusually for me I decide to leave the college to get my lunch, almost compelled by an inner voice. After all, it is a lovely warm sunny day. A few minutes later I'm walking along the alley opposite the college and see a man lounging against the wooden fence. He looks at me, his eyes following me intently. For some reason I notice his eyes, the few stray hairs where his shirt is undone at the neck. I walk past him, suddenly self-conscious in my soft summer blouse, until he opens his mouth. "Come here, daddy's little girl." "Sorry?" My breath catches in my throat and my body starts to tingle. Adrenalin courses through me -- the adrenalin must be the reason my nipples feel suddenly hard, I tell myself. Alarmed, I slow down but do not stop. "I said, come here." I turn halfway to face him. "Who are you?" "Oh, you know me, but I know you better." I didn't like the rather salacious tone of his voice. "I don't think so" I say coldly, passing my hand through my hair, unable to resist an unexpected attraction to this man. "That's it, present yourself to me baby." "I snatch my fingers away from my head guiltily, realising he was right. I look at him again. He is good-looking, no doubt. His eyes are piercing and his jaw strong. And his voice is deep and dare I say it, sexy. "Tell me about yourself, Sarah. Tell me about your body." "What?" I murmur, transfixed by his eyes, his voice. Fighting off the urge to move closer I stand there, helplessly aware not just of my body but his too. I can tell he is in good shape under his casual blue shirt. "I don't...know...what do you want from me?" "I told you, describe your body. Let's start with the basics. What do you look like under that pretty blouse?" His voice was deep, persistent. I just didn't feel like arguing with him. "Your tits, Sarah, your tits. Say it." "No" I say with some force. I won't even let my husband call them that...what right do you have..." As I say this I'm aware of my ti, I mean, breasts heavy under my blouse, my nipples puckered and hard inside my bra. "Thank you. You can go now, Sarah," he said coldly. "Wha...t?" I say, snapping out of my dream world. "I said you can go. I will see you tomorrow." I stand there, my nipples forming sharp bumps on my blouse, suddenly bereft. But I obey. Tearing my eyes away from his I turned and walked away, rolling my hips as I went. If I must go I want him left watching me. At least this way I retain some sense of control... __________________________________________________ "Good evening, my Sarah. How are you?" "I'm a little bothered tonight." I type. "Oh. How so?" "Well...you will keep what I say to yourself won't you?" "Of course my dear, you know I will." I feel a warm flush of pleasure. I can trust this man, I know I can. "OK...while at work today I...was confronted by a man outside the school. I don't know what he did but I became a little...aroused." "Hmmm...tell me more...did he make you wet?" What a crude question! I pause before typing "yes." With those three letters I immediately feel myself moisten again. What is happening to me? "Did you feel the juices leaking through your panties my darling?" "What the hell do you mean?"I type, my anger flaring even as my stomach lurches with excitement and my nipples start to tingle at the words on the screen. "You don't talk to me like that." "Hmmm...time for a little more training... go to sleep." My fingers hover over the keyboard before falling down limply, my long nails resting on the keys. I feel so relaxed, unable to stir myself despite a quiet voice in my head telling me to escape, get away as far as possible. "When you hear the words 'daddy's little girl', my dear, you won't have such a prudish attitude to dirty words will you?" Pause, then "I don't know. I'm confused..." "But you won't, baby. Every word you once blushed at will make you horny. Blushingly horny, that will be allowed. But blushes aside your body will tingle at every 'forbidden' word, you will feel your thighs twitch, your pussy moisten. How does it feel to see the words 'fuck me'? I gasp, my eyes fixed on the screen. God, that is hot. 'Fuck me...' I whisper, my hand running across my stomach and upwards. My breasts feel heavy, my nipples ache to be milked by a hot mouth, that mouth telling what to do, what to think. "It feels so naughty but so right doesn't it? Why not, it's entirely natural to enjoy your body, your tits, and your cunt. Just reading these words makes all your holes ache to be filled. Why don't you just give in?" I'm drowning in the words as my fingers pluck on my nipples and I squirm on the chair, my pussy lips sticking to my panties. Even as I gasp and touch myself my voice of self-control won't be silent, admonishing me for even thinking in this way, shocked at what is happening. Shocked but unable to stop my fingers sliding deep into my swamp of a pussy... "When you wake up in the morning this won't even be a dream, baby, it simply won't exist to you. Now go to bed and gather your strength, you will need it tomorrow." __________________________________________________ The next day is sunny once again. I selected a little tight skirt this morning and I'm feeling good about myself. The male tutors and even some of the students have been flirting with me and I've responded once or twice, surprising myself at how it feels. Still, all this attention has all given me the confidence to tell that sleazy guy in the alley to get lost. What was I thinking yesterday? Lunch comes and I stride purposefully out of the college building, feeling my body strong, my bare breasts moving against my tight white shirt. I had felt slightly disconcerted earlier when I arrived at work to find I had forgotten to put a bra on. How the hell did that happen? There he is. Lounging against the fence, radiating masculine confidence. 'God, but he is good looking', I think to myself with a surprised shiver. "Hello Sarah." "I don't know who you are but as soon as I get back to work I'm reporting for loitering outside the college." "Now Ms Williams, why would you want to do that?" My heart stops. He even knew my full name. Has he been stalking me? "Sarah Williams, you are just a daddy's little girl aren't you? Such a sweet body. Raise your dress; I want to see your pussy. You're dripping wet aren't you baby?" I gasp, puzzled why I feel so hot for him. How dare he? Not quite understanding why, I start to hitch my skirt up, above my knees, and over my thighs. The cool air hits my skin. Why am I doing this? My previously defiant inner voice now whispers 'because you want to...' "That's it honey, show me your cunt. Here in the alleyway, I want to see you wet like the bitch in heat you are." I hear his voice through a haze. It seems so distant, I can hear the words echoing through my head and they send a stabbing need through me. God I want him. My skirt hitched above my waist I slowly pull aside my damp white panties and look down at myself, my pussy on display. "Your cunt Sarah, finger your cunt for me, my baby." His words...they pierce me to my wet core. Gathering the last of my resolve I whisper "no..." He smiles. "I see." "Sarah, you are being disobedient. Turn around and put your hands on the fence." I turn around in slow motion, unable to control what feels like a natural response to an overpowering will and lean against a rough wooden fence, blushing and shaking at the humiliation. I pray that nobody will see me here, offering myself up for a punishment that I don't even understand. Then I feel him lift my skirt surprisingly gently. I can't help myself from being thrilled as he gasps and murmurs "baby, your ass is so sweet." God, this feels naughty. I push myself out meet his touch as he slips his fingers under my panties and runs them over my ass. Then -- smack! He spanks me hard and sharp, letting his hand linger for just a second. "That was for saying 'no', Sarah...you will learn that is not acceptable." My ass the air, my breasts hanging and pressed against my tight shirt, I feel numb to everything but the hot burning sensation on my ass and between my legs, my nipples hard and long. I whimper as his fingers slide from my smarting ass, tickling my asshole as they leave my skin. I sob and attempt to slide my finger slowly along into my puffy pussy lips. Smack! "That's for touching yourself without permission. Ask nicely and I may even say yes..." "Please...let me..." Smack! That one really hurt. I feel my skin stinging and reddening. Shaking my head I mumble "why...?" "It wasn't good enough, Sarah. Try again." "Please sir...can I finger myself?" I hate myself even as I say it. Smack! "Not now, Sarah, you're going to learn your lesson first. Besides, if I want to finger fuck you myself, I will, whenever I please." Still leaning into the fence, my body heaving with tension and need, I imagine his fingers violating me, sinking deep into me. "Fuck me with your fingers...sir..." I beg. At that moment I hear a cough at the far end of the alley. The sharpness of the sound snaps me out of my delirium and I'm suddenly self-conscious and ashamed of myself. Oh my God. I'm bending over in public for this swine. What is happening to me? How could I let him...? I turn and see my tormentor walking casually away. "You bastard, what have you done to me?" I shout, floundering and lost in confusion. He stops for a moment, turns to face me and after a moment says "I'm only doing what you secretly want Sarah, my sweet piece of pussy, my baby. As he disappears from view one thing I do know. This needs to end now. I call out "You're here tomorrow you bastard, you may be a little surprised. That's all." Ignoring me he turns the corner and that am that, I suddenly feel like crying, my body feels violated and I feel angry at my sense of vulnerability. And yet my ass is stinging, my juices are running down my legs and I've asked for, needed all of it. So conflicted I return to work, to my life. When I get back to the college I almost unthinkingly slip off my panties. As the bunched wet fabric slides down my legs I rationalise this as being the most practical thing to do. I really can't stand in front of the class with my juices still drying can me? But forgive me, even as I resolve to go to the police and report the sleaze ball, I find myself standing in front of the class without my bra and panties, hoping the sunlight will show off the silhouette of my naked body under my shirt and skirt After school I go to the police station. I had been worried they wouldn't listen to what I had to say but something about my intensity and distress must have registered because they agree for someone to shadow me the next day. I feel much safer for this; the man in the alley is dangerous I won't let him mess with my head any more, regardless of how he has done it. I return home, shower and pick at my dinner, unable to concentrate, even when my husband tries to engage me in conversation. I'm irritated by him tonight. Why does he have to be so bloody nice? Why doesn't he ever challenge me? Later that evening, as my husband sleeps I log on again, almost without thinking. He is already there. "Good evening, Sarah, my favourite little slut. Did you enjoy showing off your body today?" Wait...it's him, the man in the alley! It has been him all along! My mind races, I feel scared. Yet, why the hell do I feel so excited? "I've got no idea what you've done or how you've done it to me but it ends now." I reach to sign off and he says it. "What, my daddy's little girl doesn't like being a whore? Don't you realise that's all you are? You may as well accept it honey." I sit still. I know he is right. Why else would I have stood in a dirty alleyway trying to finger myself like that? How else would I stand in front of my class with no underwear on? "Let's face it, Sarah; you're just a submissive slut aren't you? You might feel ashamed right now but that shame means you need to be punished. And that is such a turn on isn't it? It's so exciting to be used, to be dominated. Since you are learning to use your body you might as well be paid for it." I sit there, his words circling round in my head. It makes such sense...I want to be desired, it's only natural. Why not be paid for it? My mind spins into a loop -- a slut like me needs to be punished, a slut like me enjoys her punishment, enjoying my punishment makes me a slut, meaning I need to be punished... "When you wake up, Sarah, you won't remember our time together this evening. In fact you will feel empowered by a new-found sense of your sexuality, with what you deep down..." "...a slut." I finish his sentence with an overpowering sense of liberation. "Yes. Now go to sleep my slut. Your hot body needs rest. Goodnight." __________________________________________________ The next morning I dig around in my wardrobe for the mini dress I bought last summer and had never worn. The deep neckline and sequined halter neck strap had been just too much, even for a glam night out. Now it felt just right covering my otherwise naked body, as did the shiny dark high heels and silver ankle bracelet. Even for work. Especially for work I giggle to myself as I put on my makeup. Spinning around in front of the mirror I admire my legs, my womanly shape. "Hmmm...you're looking good today, Sarah. Time for some grrrl power...time to teach that sleaze ball a lesson." At work that morning I catch the stares, the heated looks, and smile to myself. I'm the unobtainable woman and how delicious it feels. During class I imagine every pair of 18 year old male eyes gazing at my ass as I turn to make a point on the whiteboard. At one point I turn to open a window, feeling my dress ride up over my thighs. 'Oops,' I think to myself naughtily. Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 01 So the morning went. I get more and more excited, and not just because I am finally going to take the creep down at lunchtime. My escort meets me as scheduled at midday. He is kind of cute in that officious way possessed of plain clothes cops. He seems surprised to see me --perhaps he hadn't expected the big hug and kiss on the lips, I don't know. "Here's my man come to look after me," I said flirtatiously. "Err...yes," he responds. "Where did you say he waits for you?" As we walk towards the alley we agree that my man will watch from his car while I engage the bastard in conversation. I still have no idea why I have responded to him like I have in recent days but feel sure that if I show resistance he will respond like any bully and get aggressive or even violent. My escort will then come out and deal with him. He is there, as arrogant as ever. Handsomeness never stopped anyone being a creep, I remind myself. My freshly arranged safety net gives me a sense of security as I click clack up the alley on my high heels, smoothing down my dress. "Hello Sarah." Oh God, his voice. Running my hand slowly through my hair, feeling my dress stretch over my breasts I decide I like being a honey trap. honey trap. I roll the words around in my mind. Sounds sexy... "Sarah, you came running like I knew you would." "You want me? Well dream on honey." I say, my voice low and seductive, imagining myself in an old movie. He looks amused. "Really, Sarah? I know you don't give yourself away..." I catch the innuendo but am unable to process it, distracted as he steps towards me and my body responds to his presence. Despite myself I look down hoping to see the outline of his cock hard in his trousers. "If you want me you're going to have to force me. Go on big man. Show me how tough you are." We stand close and I tense myself, expecting him on me any moment and ready to call for help. "Oh I don't think that will be necessary my daddy's little girl." I gasp as my body betrays me and I practically fall into his arms. Breathing deeply, I gather all my willpower in the face of my sudden need to be touched, to be fucked. "You won't beat me you bastard." "Oh Sarah, all you really need is here..." He brings out a sheaf of banknotes out of his pocket. "This should help you make up your mind. Just think with this money you could buy some new shoes. I've seen some lovely fuck-me heels down the way, they would really suit you." "No..." I murmur, even as I snatch the money. "Get on your knees, Sarah. Get down and pull out my cock. Earn your money, there's a good girl." As my fingers slowly hitch up my dress, I'm shocked by my response. It's not so much that I can't help myself, I really want to do this. My breasts feel larger, my nipples push painfully against the blue fabric and I gaze lustfully at his cock heavily visible inside his trousers. Still fighting as I fumble desperately with his zip I glance towards the car where my 'rescuer' is staring, his mouth open. I try and communicate my inner conflict through my eyes even as I reach in and pull out my tormentor's hard cock. God, but he is thick. "Yes my little whore. Take it in your mouth I want you dribbling all over my cock." I wrap my mouth around his smooth cockhead, saliva suddenly, inexplicably, pouring from my mouth, over my red lips and onto his hard shaft. My lips coat him and my tongue swirls around his tip. I close my eyes, concentrating on the feel of him in my mouth, his salty taste. "Oh Sarah, daddy's little girl, you're good." His hand presses my head hard onto him and I'm excited by his assertiveness, his control, his praise. I want to please him. I've forgotten the car, the reason for my visit to the alley, the school just a few minutes away. He pulls my blonde hair sharply, dragging me off his cock as a little run of saliva drips down my chin. "You know Sarah that I'm going to cum all over you don't you. What do you think about that? Tell me, tell Josh." I look at him above me, his cock shiny from my mouth and through of it all I realise - his name! I have his name! Even as he pushes me down with ease, his strong arm holds me to the ground as he strokes his cock faster and faster. I open my mouth hungrily as his warm cum splashes onto my hair, my face. I give a strangled cry of pleasure to feel his mark on me and my tongue almost unconsciously snakes out to lick a drop of his cum from my lip. On my knees as I am, I remember I had arrived with an escort and know that he has now left. All he saw is some cocksucker whore in a dirty alleyway. I've been lucky not to get arrested and I'm scared of what is happening. This man happened. Josh. His name. "Josh, I want to go, let me go," I say pleadingly. He stirs himself from his post-cum state. "Ask me nicely, Sarah, like daddy's little girl." "Josh, sir, can I go now?" I say in a pleading little girl voice that I scarcely recognise as my own. "What makes you think you will ever leave me?" He helps me off my knees, suddenly and unexpectedly tender, and gently wipes my face clean of his cum. "Now, my Sarah, your training is making good progress. You're a fine slut. But you will learn that even a good slut is still a slut. Now go back to work and wait for my call." "Yes sir. Will I see you here again?" "No never. I will choose where and when we meet. But you won't forget me, Sarah, know that." He is right. I'm aware of his body, of all the things I want him to do to me. And I feel lonely, released back into the world when not yet ready. He smiles. "Goodbye Sarah." I watch for a long time until he finally turns a corner and disappears. I return to work carrying his mark, his scent on me, ready to pretend once again. To be continued... Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 01 Mick likes to think about his eighteen-year-old daughter, Kate, in sick, perverted ways. One night, thinking just isn't enough. ***** Mick lay in bed, his hard cock in hand as he stroked himself. He was thinking about her again. How her slender body swayed as she walked by him. Her long dark hair draping beside her big tits. Her skirt, so short that he could almost see the cheeks of her firm arse whenever she moved. The way she smiled and looked at him, so innocently. It made him so horny. She had no idea what she did to him, how hard she made his cock press against his trousers, begging to be free. She had no idea how much he wanted to grab hold of her tits when she pressed them against him every time she hugged him. She had no idea that when she bent over to pick up her bag that morning, her dad was trying to resist thrusting his thick cock into her tight little arsehole. Mick's hot sperm shot from his cock, spilling over his chest as he came. Thoughts of his eighteen-year-old daughter had sent him over the edge, making him explode. His only regret was that his cum was going to waste. He would much rather have shot his load into his daughter's little pussy. ~~~ After cleaning himself up and pulling on a pair of loose pyjama bottoms, Mick headed downstairs for a glass of water. It was on his way back that he had an idea. Though he'd have to be careful, he couldn't resist. He walked quietly towards his daughter, Kate's, bedroom. The door was slightly ajar so Mick could see that the lights were off. He pressed his ear close to the gap in the door and heard the soft breaths of his little girl sleeping peacefully. That was good, she was a deep sleeper and if she was asleep already then she wouldn't wake until her alarm went off. Mick slowly stepped into the room, careful not to stand on any of the things strewn around Kate's room. Soon he was standing in front of her bed looking down at her. It was a warm night and Kate was obviously feeling it because she'd thrown her duvet to one side. Mick knew his little girl only wore thin cotton nighties to bed - he knew because he'd bought them for her. Ever since her mother had left four years ago, he'd had to shop for both of them. He hadn't always bought things because he wanted to see Kate's nipples harden every time it got chilly, but he couldn't help himself lately. Kate's body had developed, she'd grown into a woman almost over night and Mick couldn't help but want her. At first he'd thought that there was something wrong with him for having sick thoughts about his baby girl. He'd thought he was just missing his wife - ex-wife - and her hot, slim body. He'd tried to ignore it. But after a while, when his lust towards his daughter only got stronger, he gave up trying to resist. What was the harm in thinking about Kate? Who was it hurting? No one, that's who. Who was it hurting? No one. That was the thought that came to Mick's mind when he looked down at his sleeping daughter to see her thin, cotton nightie had risen up around her waist and her little white knickers were on show. He felt his cock twitch at the sight. He couldn't stop looking at her firm little body sprawled out in front of him. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but he didn't. He had a better idea. The sight of her long svelte legs spread open in her sleep, the outline of her pussy beneath her knickers, the curve of her tits as they almost peeked out of the top of her nightie soon had Mick's eight-inch cock tenting his pyjama bottoms. Fuck, she was so hot. She didn't even realise what she was doing to him. Mick decided to put his idea into action before even touching his cock. He leant down, bending over his daughter, and slipped his forefingers beneath each side of her knickers. He knew he'd have to be slow, and ever so careful. He couldn't risk waking her. So after an agonising few minutes, Mick had carefully managed to slide Kate's knickers down to her thighs without waking her. He almost had to stop himself cumming at what he saw. There in front of him was his little girl's sweet pussy. The thing that surprised him the most, though, was that her pussy was completely hairless. Mick didn't know when his little girl had started shaving her pubic hair, but fuck did it turn him on. He wondered who she was shaving for. Maybe she just liked the feel of a bare pussy. Maybe she liked to stroke her little hairless cunt when she thought her daddy was sleeping. Mick pulled his cock out of his pyjamas and started stroking himself. He couldn't take his eyes off his daughter's beautiful pussy. He wanted to fuck her so badly, to fill her tight pussy with all eight inches of him. He wanted to fill her up with his hot spunk and watch it drip slowly out of her. It didn't take long for Mick to feel like he was going to cum, but he held off for as long as he could. He had a plan for his cum and he wasn't going to waste it. Carefully, Mick positioned his cock close to his daughter's knickers as he continued stroking himself, faster and faster. When Mick exploded, his cum shot into his little girl's knickers, covering them with his sticky sperm. Mick left the room quickly, but only to retrieve his phone. He took a few snapshots of his teenage daughter, half-naked with her daddy's cum in her knickers, just so he could cum over them another time. It was a sight worth remembering. Satisfied, Mick slowly slid Kate's knickers back up her legs until they were in the right place again. He couldn't help but smile as he thought about his little girl sleeping there with her daddy's cum pressed against her shaved pussy. When she woke up she'd probably think she had some horny dream and had gotten wet in her sleep. She'd never know what really happened. She'd never know what she did to her daddy - and what her daddy wanted to do to her. ~~~ Mick was already eating breakfast by the time his daughter came downstairs. She was still wearing her little nightie and he smiled to himself that he'd thought to open a window earlier. He could already see her nipples poking out through the thin material. Kate was frowning to herself as she walked into the kitchen. 'Jeez, Dad, why did you open the window? It's freezing in here.' Mick shrugged. 'I was hot,' was all he said. Kate shivered, her body shaking just enough to make her tits wiggle. She walked over to the window and bent over the counter to close it. Mick stared at her arse with a small grin on his face as the nightie rode up. She wasn't wearing any underwear. That meant she'd found her cummy knickers and taken them off. He wondered what she'd thought when she felt his cum against her shaved pussy. She must have thought it was hers, who else's could it be? Surely not her daddy's. Kate turned around and leaned against the counter, folding her arms over her chest. He might have been disappointed at the way she covered her tits if her arms weren't inadvertently pressing them together. He could barely stop looking at his daughter's cleavage. Her tits were so perfect. 'Did you sleep well, baby?' Mick asked, trying to distract himself from staring. Kate shrugged her shoulders. 'I guess...' 'What's wrong, did you have a bad dream?' She frowned and muttered, 'I don't remember having a dream... I think I must have done.' Kate shifted uncomfortably but didn't say anything else. She must have been thinking about waking up with cummy knickers. And although he was enjoying the confusion in her expression, he didn't want her thinking too hard about it. 'What do you want for breakfast, baby? ' Still a little distracted, she mumbled, 'Um, just some fruit. A banana, I think.' She grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl on the counter and took a seat at the dining table beside him. It had to be a banana, Mick thought. He watched as Kate peeled back the skin of the banana and slowly slid it between her open lips. Mick held his breath for a moment. Oh how he wished that was his cock sliding into her wet mouth to be massaged by her tongue. He could feel himself getting hard and was glad the table was hiding him. It didn't take her long to finish the fruit, but it was long enough to have her Daddy's cock straining against his pants. Kate got up and asked, 'Dad, do you mind if I have a quick shower before you get in the bathroom?' 'Sure, baby,' he replied quickly. Mick waited until his little girl left the room before moving. He was quite glad she'd gone upstairs because otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get up from the table without showing her his massive hard on. He pulled his cock out of his pants and started to stroke himself. He hadn't planned on Kate turning him on like that and now he had another load of cum just begging to explode from his stiff cock. She was such a prick tease, and Mick didn't want to let her get away with it. Kate had been drinking smoothies recently - it was some health kick she was on. She'd made one last night and put it in the fridge ready to take to school. Personally, Mick hated smoothies, but this one presented him with the perfect opportunity to get back at Kate for making him so hard again. He went over to the fridge and pulled out the travel mug her smoothie was in. His little girl was such a cock tease. The way she ate that banana, she might as well have got on her knees and begged to start sucking him off then and there. Then telling him she was going for a shower. What else could she have wanted than to leave him thinking of her naked and wet, rubbing soap all over her sexy teenage body. Now he was going to make sure that she got what she deserved - without even realising it. Mick stroked his cock imagining his daughters mouth sucking him. He thought about how hot it would be to have her swallowing his cum, how much he was going to enjoy feeding her his spunk. Kate would have his cum sliding down her throat and she wouldn't even know it. That thought drove him over the edge and his cum spurted out into her smoothie as he groaned in release. Mick had to grab a spoon and stir the smoothie but soon enough his hot sperm was mixed in perfectly. Now she'd get some of the cum that she was so good at bringing out of him inside her. It was her fault; she'd made him hard after all. And when Mick handed her her lunch later, Kate had no idea just how close she was to having her daddy's cum inside her. Finally, he thought. Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 02 Cassie and her Dad had been having sex for a few weeks when he mentioned that he had a surprise for her. Cassie couldn't figure out what it might be, much as she tried. She hoped it was a car, after all, she was 18, it was way past time she had her own car, instead of always borrowing her Dad's. "Daddy? What's the surprise?" she asked a few days after he mentioned it. "If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise anymore Princess." he responded with a smile. Cassie slid done his body and licked his hard cock lightly. "Tell me, please?" she cooed. "You evil child!" he gasped as Cassie took seven of his hard nine inches deep into her throat. "If you don't tell me, then I won't let you cum." she stated teasingly. Her Dad groaned, "I'm not telling you, it'll spoil it." Cassie sat up and pretended to pout. Seeing that his daughter was serious, he picked her up, placed her on her hands and knees, and rammed his cock into her dripping pussy. Cassie tried to fight, but it was no use. Her Dad was much stronger than her. She screamed and berated him the whole time his cock slammed into her little hole. "I hate you Daddy! You are so mean!" "You don't mean that." he grunted. "Yes! Yes I do mean it! Ohhhhh god! I hate you!" Cassie wailed through her orgasm. "Trust me honey, you'll love your surprise, I promise." Cassie crouched there, as her Dad pounded into her young body. It felt so good. How, she wondered, could she have orgasms when she was so mad at him? She moaned and writhed as another orgasm raced through her body. A few days after that incident, Cassie was making dinner when her Dad walked into the kitchen. "Your Uncle Max is coming over after dinner, we have some business to discuss." "Okay Dad. Did you want me to make something for dessert?" Her Dad smiled, a slow, wicked smile. "No, we'll be fine." Cassie was puzzled. Surely he wouldn't...No, he wouldn't. She sighed and went back to fixing dinner. That night, when Uncle Max arrived, Cassie opened the door. "Hi Uncle Max!" she gave him a big hug. Did his hand brush her ass on purpose? she wondered. No, it was an accident. "Hey pumpkin! How's my favorite girl?" he asked. "I'm doing great. But Daddy has a surprise for me and I just can't figure out what it is! It's driving me crazy!" Uncle Max laughed, "You'll love it, don't worry." Cassie glared at her Uncle. "You know what it is? That's not right!" Just then her Dad walked into the room. He shook hands with his brother, and then looked at Cassie. "Why don't you go study, we'll call you if we need anything." Dismissed! Like a child! Cassie stormed away with an evil look to her Dad. She could hear them chuckling and whispering behind her. Dad will be lucky if I ever let him fuck my sweet pussy again! she thought furiously. About five minutes later he Dad called her into the study. "What?" she asked crossly. Her eyes widened. There was her Dad and her Uncle Max, sitting on the couch, naked! He had told her Uncle! And now she realized that her Uncle was her surprise! She stood there in shocked silence for a few moments and then realized her panties were soaking wet. "Surprise!" the two naked men said in unison. Cassie noticed that their cocks were hard, with drops of precum seeping out. Belatedly, she also realized that big cocks ran in the family. "Come here Princess." her Dad patted the couch between him and Max. Cassie walked over and sat down as though she were in a daze. Her Dad and Max started peeling off her clothes. She was immobile, all she could do was sit there. Move! Her mind screamed. Take advantage of this! Cassie was spurred into action when her Dad and Max each took a nipple into their mouths. She moaned softly and grabbed a cock in each hand. Swiftly she moved her hands up and down. "Cassie, I have to taste the sweet pussy that I've heard so much about." Max said. He laid down on the couch, and Cassie lowered her soaked pussy onto his mouth. She then leaned over and took her Dad's big cock into her mouth. She squealed around her Dad's cock as Max's tongue circled her clit swiftly. She wiggled on Max's tongue while swallowing as much of her Dad's cock as she could. Her Dad groaned, "Awww honey, I'm gonna cum already!" Cassie eased up on her Dad's cock, and blew on it gently. She didn't want him cumming too soon. Max was doing a great job of eating her hot pussy, she could feel an orgasm building inside her body already. "Ohhhhh! Uncle Max, I....I'm cumming!" she screamed. Her Dad squeezed her nipples as her body trembled and her juices poured from her pussy and into Max's eagerly waiting mouth. "Now Princess, give your Uncle Max a sample of your talented mouth." Needing no further urging, Cassie turned around swiftly and devoured Max's large cock. Cassie noticed that while Max was as long as her Dad, his cock was not as thick, which made it easier to deep throat. She managed to get but an inch of her Uncle's cock down her gullet. Max groaned as his nieces talented mouth worked on his cock. She stopped before he came, just like she had with her Dad. "I get her ass, you can have her tight little pussy Max." "At the same time?" Cassie asked wide eyed. Her Dad nodded as Max laid down on the floor. "Climb on sweety." Uncle Max said. Cassie crawled onto her Uncles throbbing cock and sighed as it sank all the way into her dripping pussy. She moved slowly up and down, delighting in the feel of being full. Her Dad got behind her and inserted two fingers into her pussy. Cassie moaned, the feeling was so incredible. Once his fingers were well lubricated, he inserted them into her ass. She shuddered, enjoying the sensations. Her ass was well lubricated, and she stopped moving on Max's cock. Cassie felt her Dad's cock at the entrance to her fragrant ass, she felt every inch of him sliding into her tight hole. Once he was all the way inside her ass, the three of them shuddered. Cassie felt full to overflowing, and the two men could feel the difference in her tightness, with both of them squeezed inside her body. Cassie started to slowly move her body. The double sensations made her moan continuously. Both men were moaning nonstop with her. They increased their pace, and Cassie screamed as the most powerful orgasm ripped through her body. "Ohhhhh god! Ohhhh wow! Yes, yes, yes!" she screamed. "Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me Uncle Max! Ohhhh yeah!" Cassie was immoblized by her orgasm, as both men continued pounding their cocks into her young, willing body. Her Dad and Uncle Max started cumming shortly after her. "Awww Cassie, baby, you are such a perfect little slut!" Max shouted. "Ohhhhh Princess, my little whore!" her Dad groaned. They collapsed into a pile of sweaty human flesh, breathing heavily. "Thanks for the fantastic surprise guys." Cassie gasped. Both men chuckled lightly. "Your welcome honey." they said in unison. "We'll have to do this repeatedly." Max added. "Ohhh yes!" Cassie and her Dad agreed. Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 02-03 [Author's note: All characters in this story are more than 18 years old.] * Chapter 2 The next day Daddy tells his little slut that he wants her to learn about ass fucking. She knows about pussy fucking, handjobs and blowjobs, and even titfucking, but ass fucking will be new. She hasn't really done any pussy fucking yet, mind you, but she knows a lot about it. Daddy has many other ways for her to get her cookies besides putting his cock in her tight little pussy. He wants her to stay a virgin for a while longer. Tonight Daddy plans to fuck Mommy's big ass and he wants his little slut to be there. She's very excited that she will be learning something new. Mommy loves to be blindfolded when she has her ass fucked...it's part of the thrill for her. So as soon as Daddy has Mommy blindfolded he wants his little slut to sneak into Mommy's room. She'll have to be very quiet, but she can get as close as she likes and might even get to participate if she's good. When it's bedtime, Daddy tucks his little girl in with a wink. Tells her to wait 15 minutes, then quietly slip into Mommy's room. He then goes down the hall to Mommy's room and shuts the door. Mommy is getting ready in her bathroom, so Daddy pulls the blankets off the bed, and strips down to his shorts and begins his wait. His cock is already perking up because as much as he loves his little slut and all they do together, he still loves to fuck Mommy's great big ass! He hopes to someday be able to fuck his little slut in that way too. Of course she is much to small now, but he wants her to learn about it for when the day comes. Mommy comes out of the bathroom in nylons, garter belt and heels...nothing else. Daddy's fave! Mommy knows how to get to Daddy. She hands the blindfold to Daddy to tie around her head. It's black, it's more of a mask really, but she calls it her blindfold. With it in place, Daddy puts his tongue in her mouth, just as his little slut is slipping into the room. He spies her, then nods for her to stay still. He sucks Mommy's nipples. She whispers, "Oh yesss, Mmmm." He puts his finger up to her clit - Mommy's clit is nearly as big as some little boys' cocks - and rubs it gently. Her juices are already flowing. Daddy's little slut is putting her fingers on herself as she watches. Daddy's cock is growing. The thought of what he's going to do to Mommy with his little slut watching is getting him very excited! He sits on the bed and backs Mommy up to his mouth. He grabs a big handful of one of Mommy's cheeks and puts his mouth on it. He snorts while he licks it and sucks as much of it into his mouth as he can. She is oohing and aahing. She obviously likes that. Then Daddy does the same thing to the other one. Mommy coos, "I love it when you do that." Daddy then spreads Mommy's cheeks to get his mouth on a more inner part and sucks as much of it as he can. Mommy bends at the waist slightly to accomodate him. His little slut's hand is working very fast on her virgin pussy as she watches intently. Daddy opens Mommy up completely and puts his mouth right on Mommy's asshole. She moans a moan of longing. She can't wait for his cock to enter her there. All of this is a little puzzling to Daddy's little slut, but its strangely erotic nevertheless. Daddy's tongue is penetrating Mommy now and she is breathing very heavily. Gasping, actually. "Oh my god!" she cries. Daddy's little slut can see through Mommy's legs to Daddy's big cock...it's at full protuberance. She'd love to put her tiny mouth on it, but she has to keep her distance for now. Daddy finally stops tonguing Mommy's asshole, stands up and tells Mommy to get up on the bed on all fours. Mommy quickly obeys. He tells her he wants to tongue her asshole in that position. Mommy goes, "Mmmm, please do!" Daddy gets behind Mommy on his hands and knees and motions his little slut to get under him to suck his cock. His little slut is very very hot at this point, she can hardly contain her glee. Daddy holds his finger up to his lips to remind her to be quiet. She comes up behind Daddy and while on her back slips between his legs. His huge cock and balls are hanging down as she scootches under them. She promptly takes a hold of the shaft and puts her luscious little girl lips on the head. She licks it good. It twitches in her tiny hand...telling her she's doing it right. From below, she can see Daddy's tongue on Mommy's asshole, and Mommy's sopping pussy dripping onto the sheet. She's never seen Mommy this excited; she must really love to have her ass sucked! She's grunting now, as Daddy gives her a tongue lashing in her most private hole! Daddy is getting hotter and hotter as his little slut ministers to his stiff prick. She is sucking him and fingering herself. What a wanton trio they make! All three are nearly consumed by the lust of it! Mommy pleads to Daddy, "Please, I want your cock in my ass! Give it to me now!" Daddy gets up on the bed to straddle Mommy. His little slut watches from behind. It looks like Mommy is being mounted by a bull! He puts the head of his monster cock up to her wet asshole and applies some pressure. The head slips in, then a few inches of the shaft. He grunts; she tightens momentarily then relaxes into it. He slips the rest of his length fully in, his balls against her pussy. They hold there for a moment, then he starts to pump. Slowly at first, then faster as they each get their rhythm. His little slut is fingering her pussy like mad. She is so hot! She'd love for Daddy to do that to her, but she knows he would never fit! She thinks about his tongue though, and how she'd like him to do to her what he just did to Mommy. For the first time ever, she's a little jealous of Mommy. Mommy is really moaning now. Not like before, but much deeper, throatier. She's being fucked to her core! Daddy is grunting and his heavy balls are slapping Mommy's pussy with each of his thrusts! His little slut would love to cup his balls but Mommy would feel her hand, so she just continues to masturbate frenetically. She's going to cum very soon. This is all too much for her. Mommy and Daddy are reaching fever pitch. They are both heaving and gasping. Daddy would like to cum in his little sluts mouth, so he motions her to come around to the side of the bed. He wants his little slut to put her mouth just above Mommy's rippling butt without touching Mommy. Mommy seems to sense her presence because she asks Daddy if there's anyone else in the room. Daddy lies, "No, of course not." His little slut almost giggles. Daddy gets an extra thrill and really starts to jerk and heave! Mommy does too. They are going to have a grownup cum shot! He finally explodes! Bursts of heavy cum shoot into mommy's ass, over her back, and into his little sluts mouth and onto her face. What a gusher! Daddy's cock is bobbing and bucking in the air as each wave of thick cum streams out! His little slut reaches for it to milk it until the last wave passes. Daddy groans in relief. Then his little slut licks and sucks the extra. Mommy is still undulating her hips. She knows she's been fucked to the core; she feels thoroughly satisfied. Her orgasm came from deep within her. She simply loves it in the ass! Daddy's little slut cums too, just as Daddy's wad splats her face! She looks so hot with cum all over her face and in her pouty little mouth. She looks up at Daddy with her pretty little eyes and flicks her tongue on Daddy's slit. Mommy is settling down now, then turns her head suddenly, like she's just become aware of something. Daddy signals his little slut to move away as Mommy shifts her big ass and nearly comes in contact with his little slut! That was sooo close! Little slut tiptoes back to her place near the door as Daddy tells Mommy to lick his cock. Mommy obliges. She loves Daddy's big cock. Always has. That's about all she loves about him these days. And not often enough. Mommy says, "You are already clean, how can that be?" Daddy has to think fast, his heart is racing, it turns him on so much to almost get caught! "I really unloaded tonight," he lamely offers. "Hmmm," Mommy mutters. "Are you sure we're alone?" "Of course," Daddy lies again, as he winks at his little slut, and motions her to step out of the room...just as Mommy reaches to remove her mask. Chapter 3 When Daddy finishes with Mommy's ass, he jumps in the shower. When he comes out, Mommy is fast asleep, so he tiptoes out and down the hall to his little girl's room. He opens her door to find her masturbating. Seeing Daddy do those nasty things to Mommy has made her very horny. She asks Daddy if he will do to her what he just did to Mommy. Daddy says, "You are too small darling, Daddy would hurt you." "No Daddy," says his little slut, "I mean with your tongue." Daddy feels a twinge. The idea excites him. His little slut does have a lovely bum, and he has never given it its due. He puts his hand on her thigh. The skin is lightly covered in blonde down, the kind that only little girls have. Her virgin pussy is all wet. It beckons to his mouth. He is powerless to resist. He kisses her thighs then moves up toward her moist confection. Her fragrances are intoxicating him. He forgets all about his wife...it's as if he had no other sex tonight...he can't get enough of his darling daughter! She heaves her little hips up to press her slick cunt to his mouth. His mouth engulfs it, his tongue going mad all over it! Slithering in and out. Around her clit, up and down her perfect lips. It is the hottest little hole on the planet! He can't get enough and she is squirming with delight! She loves Daddy to pleasure her that way. Daddy's cock is as stiff as a pump handle. He tosses off his pajamas, then places his little slut's foot right on it. Her toes are on the head rubbing his warm precum around the tip. He's beside himself...he can't believe how much that turns him on! He then works his tongue down his daughter's cunt, then lifts her legs up missionary style so he can get better contact on her pussy with his mouth. His head is between her legs paying homage to her glorious little slit! She is oohing and aahing in her little girl way! Daddy feels like the top of his head is going to come off! His little slut says she wants Daddys great big cock in her mouth, and she wants Daddy to do to her what he did to Mommy with his tongue. Daddy is more than happy to oblige...he loves his little slut so much. He flips her around so she can get her mouth on his cock, while he puts his tongue to that sweet spot between her luscious little cunt and her tight little asshole. She feels his tongue licking her most private places. His slithering tongue working closer and closer to her rosy anus. Just when things are getting very hot, there's a knock at the door! Daddy goes still while Mommy asks through the door what her little daughter is doing in there. After a short pause, her daughter answers that she is exercising. Daddy winks his approval. Mommy tells her that it's very late and to get to sleep, or she'll get Daddy to come in there. "Okay Mommy," says her daughter, muffling a snicker, "I'll get to sleep now." This makes Daddy so hot that his cock aches. If he doesn't cum soon, he feels like he will detonate! He works his tongue around his little slut's anus. She oohs a little girl ooh. She flicks her tongue into Daddy's slit and just below it. That drives him wild! She has learned her lessons well. He puts his mouth over her tight little asshole and licks her all around. It is a totally new sensation for her....she has never felt so nasty...or so hot! And her little pussy isn't even in the picture. She loves her Daddy doing what he's doing. He pushes his tongue into her tiny hole, then back out. She gives a little squeak. He plunges in more deeply, then laps the sides as he withdraws. She is writhing now. She moans as her wet tongue is going crazy over Daddys slit. Her little hips are heaving and Daddy is grunting as her ass cheeks squeeze his face. "Oh, oh, oh Daddy," blurts his little girl. "I'm cuuuuming Daddy!" This makes Daddy convulse and his cum to stream out in bursts! His little girl's mouth is gorged with it, her tiny asshole is full of his tongue. It is all so nasty! She swallows most of his hot load, but some of it backwashes by her lips onto his shaft to lubricate her little hand's frenzied strokes. He twitches a couple more ball-draining twitches. "Mmmm," moans his little slut, "that was a good one!" "Yes it was sweetie. Did you like what Daddy did to your little bum tonight?" "Oh yes," she replies, licking a dribble of his cum from her fingers. "It made me feel all filled up." Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 02 “Oh God! Daddy, please, don’t stop that feels so great! I’m CUMMING Daddy!” Daddy had poked and prodded every hole that I had in me that night. I could not believe that all my fantasies with him had finally come true. It was more that I imagined it would be. Then again, I guess being the older one here, he knew what he was doing. Or the second time tonight my father fucked me. He grabbed me up from the couch by the hair of my head. “Has my Princess learned her lesson yet, or does she need more of Daddy’s cock to fill her tight little pussy?” He placed his hands on my ass checks and picked me up to sit me on his throbbing hard on. I screamed feeling his fat cock entering my tight cunt! It still hurt a little but it was all worth it when he started bouncing me up and down on his cock. Holding me up with nothing but his hands he slammed his meat into me over and over again. I came so hard that I nearly slipped off my father’s cock. He grabbed me by the hips and shoved his cock so far inside me that I thought I was gonna choke, before I felt it throbbing inside my pussy. “What the fuck is going on here?” Both my father and I turned around in utter amazement. My mother was standing there with her hands on her hips. Her short pinstriped skirt was riding up to where you could see her stocking underneath. My mother’s big C cup tits were oozing out over the top of her shirt. She was a site to behold. And pissed off as hell. My father walked over to her. “Well, I certainly did not expect to see you here this early my dear.” He said with a gleaming look in his eye. “And I did not expect you to be fucking our daughter. How could you?” My father looked at her with questioning eyes, “Is this not what we had talked about? Or was I mistaken when you told me that you would love to eat her beautiful pussy. After all, this all started when you went with her to get that clit piercing.” I stood in the midst of it all. Not really sure whether to put my clothes back on or not. I just stared at the both of them waiting for whatever was to come. Daddy grabbed my mom by the hair and led her to the couch where I was. He pushed me back onto the couch. “Spread your legs! Mommy wants to eat your pussy!” I did just as he asked. I held my legs far up in the air so that my mother could kneel between my legs and have easy access to my throbbing clit. Daddy grabbed her head and placed it between my legs where she began to devour my pussy like it was the last meal she would ever have. I writhed and bucked my sore little cunt against her face. Riding her tongue while she was making me come. “Mommy, OH MY GOD! This is so GOOOOODDD!!” I screamed. I could almost not believe that they were both here in the same room with me fucking and pleasing me. You would think that they’d had this planned all along. Right before I came Daddy grabbed Mom by the hair. "Get up and bend over my desk NOW!" He commanded. "But....but...I did what you told me to." She studdered. "Now bitch! Or else I break out the whip, do you hear me?" Mom went over to the desk and bent over it raising up her skirt. Daddy came to me and pulled me off the couch as well. " I told you I was gonna make you into my little slut...now get over there on your hands and knees and eat your mother's pussy while I fuck her." I crawled between my mother's legs and began to lick and suck on her pussy lips. I had never eaten a pussy before and was not sure how to do it. Before long her clit was hard and erect. I took my tongue and began to fondle it. She began grinding her cunt into my face and I was swallowing her cum. Daddy stepped up behind her and slipped his fat cock into her pussy. He would alternate between my mouth and her cunt. He was fucking her so hard at times it was hard to keep up with the rhythm on my mother’s pussy. But I managed to make her spill her come juices all over my tongue. I could not help but put on hand down between my legs to play with my clit, I was so fucking horny! Daddy slipped his cock slowly from her wet, dripping cunt and slid it into my mouth. He grabbed me by the back of the hair as he shoved it down my throat. “There you go! What a good little girl you are, sucking on your Daddy’s cock the way you are. Umm…yes, Princess…take it all down your throat!” My mother was getting very fidgety above, when Daddy leaned over and commanded her down on her knees to share his cock with me. Both of us begin licking and sucking all over his fat dick. She would lick one side and I would lick the other. He thrust it into her mouth and I begin licking his balls. Both of us traded back and forth for quite some time. We could taste a mixture of our come all over his cock and neither of us could get enough of it. My mother threw me back onto the floor and began to devour my pussy. Daddy stood above us stroking his, now, throbbing cock. When he began to come he let out a low growl and I watched the come drip down from his cock into my mother’s face and all over my cunt. She greedily sucked and licked it like it was the last pussy she would ever see. Before long, I let go and grabbed her by the head shoving her face into my cunt. “Eat it bitch! That’s right, eat your little girl’s pussy. You slut!” She sucked on my clit so fucking hard that I thought she was going to rip it off before I started squirting come all over her face. She licked and sucked ever last drop from my cunt before she ever even came up for air. “My two little sluts, what more could I ask for?” “When are we gonna do this again?” mom said. “Yeah, Daddy that was fucking awesome.” “Why don’t you go and get yourselves cleaned up ladies and maybe we can have another round before the night is over.” My mother and I rushed into her shower and turned on the hot water. We began to lick and massage each other. Most daughters would never be able to experience this kind of love from their mothers. I was taking full advantage of this opportunity. I got down on my knees and begin licking her pussy again. She propped her leg up on the shower wall to give me the best access to her lucious cunt. “Oh god! You are so good baby girl.” “Umm…thanks Mom.” This was going to be a long night for all of us. Wicked Angel 2003 Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 02 "We're gonna be late for school! Hurry up." I shouted, knocking, and opening the door to her room. I looked in and saw her wearing a skirt with nylons and tiny top without a bra. Her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. "Honey, are you allowed to wear that to class?" I asked her as she was getting ready for school Monday morning. I wondered if allowing her go to a school with such a lax dress code was a good idea. I just didn't like whole Catholic School thing, uniforms aside, both my wife and I came out ok and we went to public schools, and ones in much less fortunate areas. The public school that our daughter attended looked more like a University Campus than a high school. "Sure Daddy, all the girls dress like this. You want boys to like me don't you? Or else we'll have nothing to talk about after school. Plus are you getting jealous? She asked, smiling. "Haha, very funny. Good point, and no I'm not jealous, I'm just concerned." I said. "Why don't you wear a bra?" I asked. "It's fun when boys look at my tits that's why daddy?" She smirked. "If you want me to wear a bra you need to ask me to daddy." She said. "I would feel better if you wore a bra baby, yes," I told her. "I'm still your father," I said. "Ok, then I will. All you had to do was say so." She said, and took her shirt off right in front of me exposing her perfect perky little tits and asked me to grab a bra from her underwear drawer. "Stop staring." She said, as I thumbed through a pile of skimpy bras and panties and grabbed a nude bra and handed it to her covering my eyes. "Are you shy around me, daddy?" She asked. "I guess a little bit baby, you're still my little girl," I said. I dropped her off at school, and she kissed me goodbye cheek, saying. "Try not to think about me too much today, k daddy?" "Ok, baby. " I said, smiling. I checked in at the office and after an important meeting regarding the large merger of another firm, I received this text from my daughter. "OMG, Dad." She text "What happened?" "Nevermind, I'll tell you later, gtg." "You can tell me, remember? We've talked about this." "This boy just said I had a nice ass and slapped it hard in the hallway." "Oh, ok. Is that a good thing?" "ttyl." "I don't know what that means." "Talk to you later." She text. "Ok, talk to you later." I returned. A photo then arrived through text message of her ass in her jeans, and I felt overwhelmed with a mix of feelings. Shame and lust washed through me like a torrential downpour soaking a rainforest canopy. It was unrelenting, and it was more powerful than any amount of self- respect or moral servitude I had left. Whatever small glimpses of lust I had developed toward my daughter were replaying in my mind completely enveloping my thoughts. "Does it look hot daddy?" I didn't text back right away. I didn't know what to say, and I escaped to the bathroom again to punish my cock for being so hard. My mind started racing. Her text message saying "Does it look hot?" and the photo of her perfect ass in her tight jeans blinked in my mind like the Neon Signs on the Las Vegas Strip until my cock pumped hot sperm into my tissue covered hand. My phone buzzed. "Daddy, pick me up at 2:30 k?" She text "Ok baby" I replied. She sent another photo of her that she took in the school bathroom in front of the mirror. Presumably after putting on her makeup or something. She looked so fucking pretty, and her perky little tits looked like absolute perfection in her clothes. I couldn't believe how pretty my daughter had become. Her new found confidence with boys was really showing through and although it was a secret from her mother and the rest of the world, I felt happy that I was helping her through this difficult teen phase and soon she wouldn't need my help, and we would always have this bond that held our family together. I picked her up and couldn't help but notice how good her body looked in her tight jeans. Her legs looked so long as she slid into the leather seat, and I looked down at her ankles and then to her red high heels. "Can you take me for ice-cream?" She asked. "Sure, I guess so," I said. We each got two cones and got back in the car. "Don't drip it all over the seat," I told her. "I won't Daddy, relax." She said, licking the melting ice-cream that was dripping down her fingers. We sat in the car for a minute, and she asked. "Daddy, can I have a lesson?" "Now?" I asked. "Yeah, if that's ok?" She said. "Umm, sure, I guess it's not a problem," I said, pulling out of the parking lot of the strip mall where the ice-cream shop was located and pulled the car down a quiet street, pulling into a spot in the shade of a few large Eucalyptus trees. "Do you have anything you can tell me about the boys you are talking to at school lately?" I asked. "Should we finish our ice-cream first? It's melting." I asked. "Naa." She said, shaking her head. I leaned over and tasted her mouth, it tasted so sugary and sweet. She licked my chin and then took a few more licks of ice-cream, her tongue dripping with a creamy vanilla coating. I took her tongue in my mouth, and she took turns licking the ice cream cone and licking my mouth. "Can I taste yours, daddy?" She asked. "Sure baby," I replied, and held out my ice-cream cone. It began to drip, and she put her hand underneath it and licked it all around smoothing the sides flush with the cone and cleaning up the drips from her hand and around her fingers. I licked the creamy vanilla from her chin and rubbed my thumb against her lip to clean it up. "Daddy, I want to know how to use my mouth." She said. Her words almost made me choke. "Use it for...?" I asked, coughing slightly, trying to regain composure. "You know daddy, I'm too young to have sex, and I'm so horny sometimes and when I'm with boys I still don't feel confident with sucking them and I want to learn." She said. "Please, Daddy?" She asked, her wide eyes looking up at me. "Look, baby, I really don't think we should get 'him' involved," I said, gesturing to my cock. "OMG Daddy, no, not like that. I mean, like this." She said, and took my free hand and pulled it up to her lips and shaped my hand in hers so my index finger was pointing straight out and touched her lips to it and held it there for a second before letting my finger slide into her mouth. "I..." I said, hardly able to utter words. "You know Daddy, just like I practiced kissing on your hand, I wanna practice with my mouth for other things." She said, neglecting her melting ice-cream and giving all her attention to my finger that was sliding in and out of her mouth. After she had gotten it all wet, she opened her mouth wide and began twirling her tongue all around my finger, moaning slightly and her body contorting slightly, her head dropping back, and her hips moving. "So...what's new with the boys situation?" I asked. "Well...There is one story I have." She said, licking her ice-cream cone. "Do you want to hear about it? It's kinda dirty." She said, wiping my mouth for me. "Well, I went over this boy's house after school to watch a movie and we started kissing." She said. "And then he..." "He what?" "He put his hand here..." She said, placing my hand on her breast. "Umm, do you think my hand should be touching your breast?" I asked. "Well, it's just easier to describe that way Daddy." She said. "Then he began tapping on my nipple, like this." and took my finger and tapped her nipple through her shirt with it. She continued to finger her mouth using my hand, and I almost came hard in my pants, not sure how that was even physically possible, but I had to control my cock from spurting hot cum inside my pants. "Then I pushed his hand down to my pussy like this daddy." She said pushing my wet hand down with the hand that was holding the ice-cream cone that was now melting all over both of our hands and starting to drip on her shirt and her jeans. "Careful baby, were making a mess," I said. As I leaned over to the passenger side and kissed her, she pulled her head back gesturing me to lick the ice-cream that had dripped down her neck. I started kissing her neck, and her body squirmed. "I'm so wet daddy." She said, grabbing my shirt to pull me on top of her. She pulled up her shirt and exposed her breasts letting ice-cream drip all over her chest. As I licked the upper part of her chest and collar-bone, she pushed my head down to her nipple, and I began to lick. She rolled down the window and both of us ditched the rest of the ice-cream cones, as she closed the window we began kissing hard again. "I think I'm getting kinda horny daddy." She said. Her body writhed under mine as we kissed heavily, my tongue taking overlapping turns with my fingers inside her mouth. I licked her nipples as she sucked my fingers like a cock, and then I felt her knee rub between my legs and graze my rock hard pole. "Are you hard daddy?" She asked. "Can I see your cock daddy?" She asked. I pulled myself off of her and started the car. "I think we better head home darling," I said. "Ok daddy, thanks for the ice-cream. I'm so happy you've been helping me, I love you." She said. "I love you too," I said, trying to remember the last time she said that to me and feeling rewarded that my teenage daughter was so close to me at this time in our lives. I felt truly blessed. We were only kissing, I told myself, downplaying recent events. Soon she will grow up, go to college and forget all about it I told myself as we whizzed down the long length of freeway that stretched out like a concrete river, that is until we hit traffic about one minute later. 'Driving in LA' I thought to myself and felt my zipper pull. I looked down and saw my daughter pull my cock through the window of my boxers and through the now open zipper of my pants. 'He was bored' my daughter said, now also referring to my cock like a new friend we had in common. I couldn't help that it was hard, both my concentration and my hands were trapped on the stop and go task at hand, I was powerless to stop her. I just needed to make sure I didn't rear end someone, I told myself trying to focus on the brake lights in front of me. My cock throbbed, and she just stared at it. "Why does it do that? It's because you're horny huh?" She asked, leaning her head just inches over it. "Can I suck it, Daddy?" She asked. "Baby I'm driving, stop it," I told her, sternly. She let some saliva drip out of her mouth as I jerked the car, alternating pressing on the gas and brake in traffic, the saliva streamed down onto the head of my cock. Her wet mouth was becoming dangerously close to my throbbing cock resting just centimeters above it bopping back and forth in the traffic, my hard cock now dappled wet with her saliva. "It's not my fault if it ends up in my mouth." She said. She continued this process of drooling from her open mouth as the car jerked forward and back, my mind racing with thoughts of her ice-cream covered chest, hard pink nipples, and my fingers sliding in and out of her wet lips, playing with her tongue only a few minutes prior. "Baby, someone will see us," I said. I pressed the gas slightly and felt her lips touch the head of my cock, and when the car reached a slow cruising speed as I let my foot off of the gas, her lips drifted away slightly, but when I hit the brake, my hard cock pushed up and she wrapped her lips tightly around it catching it, and let more than half of it slide into her soaking wet mouth. "Baby!" I shouted, and did my best move my legs and use my hand to pull her head off of me, grabbing her hair, unable to pull her off of me, only causing her to push her head down further around my cock. She bobbed her head up and down, her lips sliding smoothly over my cock and I was paralyzed, I was in the middle of mid-day traffic on the freeway, I could not pull over and I didn't want to cause an accident. I was so angry that she would do this. This is dangerous, I thought to myself, clenching my teeth. The sucking sound became louder in my ears, hearing her slurp, suck, and move her mouth over my cock was way too much for me to handle. "Ahhh..." She said panting slightly, taking a second to catch her breath letting my cock out of her mouth for a brief moment. "You taste so good Daddy." She said. I was so angry I couldn't speak. This behavior was over the line and downright dangerous. While I knew I wouldn't have agreed to this with the car stopped, I still was furious what she was doing. Her mouth came down on my cock, and I tried to cover her up from a truck driver that was in a stop and go shuffleboard in the lane next to me. I saw him looking over, and I couldn't believe what was happening. I was hoping to God that he couldn't see us, I was pretty sure he couldn't, but he had a clear view through the windshield of my car from his giant side mirror from time to time. I could hardly concentrate on driving, and my cock was moments away from exploding like a stick of dynamite. I felt an orgasm coming, and I tried to brace myself. Not yet, I told myself repeatedly, not yet. "I'm gonna cum," I said, and my daughter held her lips tightly around my cock. I felt my hot jizz spray stream after stream inside her mouth and coat the back of her throat. She held on tight, her expression clenched, until my cock was finished pulsing hot liquid in her mouth, and she gracefully slid her tight lips over the head being careful not to let anything drip onto my clothing. I rolled down the passenger window of the car, and she gave me an angry look, her mouth still full of hot cum. She looked at me, and I watched her duck her head slightly with each swallow until it was all gone and opened her mouth wide for me to see inside. "I can't believe you wanted me to spit it out the window Daddy." She said, visibly angry, angrier than I had expected. "Look I'm really sorry baby, I just..." I said. "Don't talk." She said as we exited the freeway. Holy shit, I thought to myself. What just happened? What the fuck did I just do? Did my daughter just do that?" How am I going to deal with this? My mind was spinning. I felt so ashamed, but I also felt like I was a raindrop falling from a leaf suspended in mid-air as I drove, held in some perfect moment in time, winding through the narrow streets twisting up the hills toward the gated entrance of our home. I had never felt so good and so awful at the same time in all of my life. As we pulled up, the long driveway both of our eyes saw her mother's black BMW in the driveway, and we parked. "Daddy?" She asked. "Yes, baby," I said. "We only practiced a little with my mouth ok, it's not any different than before ok? I don't want you to feel weird or freak out or something." She said. "I know baby, it's just..." I started. "Look, it's not like we fucked or anything. Don't think too much, it's no big deal. Did I do a good job? I wanted to take it all in my mouth, but you're too big Daddy. I've never swallowed before Daddy." She said, and we walked inside. She had her laptop out on the kitchen table working on some homework while her mother was cooking dinner. She got up to use the bathroom, and I couldn't help but peek at what she was busily typing on her computer moments before. I quickly realized it wasn't homework. It seemed that she was chatting on some social media website and was having multiple conversations with boys at the same time. The bottom of the screen was lined with little talk bubbles and all of them were blinking with new messages. I know I shouldn't have, but I started to read the messages when she came up from behind me, returning from the bathroom. One of the messages, from a guy, said. 'We should hang sometime.' To which she replied. 'I can't tonight.' Another message read. 'Do you have a tight pussy?' To which she hadn't replied yet. My heart was racing. I know I shouldn't be spying on her, but I wanted to know what she was doing with this knew knowledge she was learning and so hungry for lately. "Dad, what are you doing? Stop looking at my computer." She said. "Oh, sorry baby," I said. Luckily she sat back down and continued chatting without really caring too much if I had seen or read anything, which meant to me she was probably behaving, which was a good thing. I kissed her on top of her head and went into the dining room to set the table. "Dinner's ready, lets eat!" I announced a few minutes later. My wife and my daughter sat down, and we ate and talked and it felt so good. It seemed we were closer as a family, and I was so thankful. Later that evening I started to get worried that she was talking to boys too much, and too often, and decided I better see what she was up to. I spent some time on a search engine checking how to get someone's passwords, and to my surprise realized that they were all listed in a folder that is in charge of auto-typing them when a person fills them out, and I quickly gained access and wrote down her password to several social media sites, several emails, and then tucked the paper inside my wallet. For the next week, I would sign in from time to time and read through her messages. One of the social media sites seemed to have the most activity, and I was shocked at the things these boys were saying to her, and equally shocked the things she was saying to them. But I was happy at least to know what was going on and figured it was much better than being in the dark about all of it. Her mother would lock her up and chain her to the bed with a chastity belt, but I was just happy to know she was safe, at least for now. She got a ride home from a friend and walked into the house early in the evening on Thursday. "Hi, honey," I said. "I don't want to talk to you." She said. "Excuse me?" I asked in a fatherly tone. "You have been stalking me and signing in to my stuff and broken our trust." She said. "Baby, look, I'm sorry, but I just saw your computer open and yes, I got your passwords, but I was only trying to protect you. I just care about you." I said. "You do?" She asked. "Of course baby, I just don't want you to get pregnant, and I'm so happy we have been so close lately, and I am really sorry if I ruined anything, or you feel I've broken trust in any way," I said. "I am pissed! This is so not cool, but there is something you can do to make it up to me." She said. "Anything," I told her. "I want you to teach me how to give great blow-jobs. I mean really teach me. I hear other boys saying how good some girls are at doing it, and it's not fair. It's not fair." She said sternly. "Umm, baby... I don't... think... we... I... should. What happened in the car was..." I was searching for the words but was coming up short. I felt so bad for breaking her trust and things were going so well, we seemed so close as a family lately I didn't want to ruin it. "Fine, then don't!" She said. Walking up the stairs, her tight little ass gripped by her striped skirt, then slamming her bedroom door defiantly. I struggled with the thought and was so scared to cross the line with her, but after about two hours of agony my cock won and guided me to her bedroom door. I knocked. "Come in." She said, and I heard her unlock the handle before I turned the knob. "What are you doing?" I asked, making conversation. "What does it look like I'm doing?" She said, painting her toe-nails. "I see." I replied, and sat down at the foot of the bed. She looked so adorable with little cotton balls in between her toes and had her laptop out watching some master toe-nail guru giving virtual lessons eagerly from a tube website. Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 02 "Are you here to lecture me, or teach me what I want to know Daddy?" She asked. "I think we need some ground rules." I told her, trying not to peek at her white panties. All she had on was a t-shirt, panties and cotton-balls in her toes. She finished her toes and began touching up her lipstick in the mirror. "First of all, your not allowed to spy on me, I said I would tell you anything I'm doing, and I will, all you have to do is ask." She said. "Ok, your right. I'm sorry." I said. "And I know your cock is hard when we kiss, and you're a pervert and probably want to fuck me, but that's your problem, but I just want to learn some things and so far it's really been helpful, so there's that." She said. "Ok, your right." I agreed, getting another glimpse between her legs. "Last week, I was sucking a boy off, and it took a while for him to cum, and when I talked to him on the phone after he told me usually he cums faster. I know I'm not the best she said, but I want to be." She said. She reached her hand out and put it on my lap, outlining my already hard cock through the fabric of my pants. "Show me your cock." She said. "Please baby... I'm afraid that... we're...its going to...lead to..." I said as she pulled it out, both of us watching it pulse hard. I pulled a pillow on top of it to cover it up, and she pulled the pillow away exposing it again. "Why is it moving?" She asked. "It does that sometimes." I told her. "Look, we're not going to have sex, I just want to practice with my mouth." She said, and slowly bent her head forward and down on my shaft. "Wait." I said. "First you need to make sure of a few things." I said. "You need to make sure it's hard before you start sucking it, you never want to suck a wet noodle, and you always want to get it wet first. "Like I did in the car?" She asked. "Yes baby, like you did in the car." I admitted. The biggest factors to consider are balancing the speed with the amount of suction and not having it wet enough, or having enough sexual energy happening. The reason blow-jobs are great is because they are so dirty, unexpected and exciting. When a girl who does them well is sucking your cock, it is obvious that she loves to do it and that she likes the feeling almost as much as sex." I told her. "Geez, sounds complicated, let me at least show you what I know." She said, holding the base of my cock and letting a few large droplets of saliva drip out of her mouth onto the head of my cock and working her hand over them to get it wet. She kept doing this until her whole hand, and my cock were quite wet and said. "I think now your cock is almost as wet as my pussy, so I can put it in my mouth now?" And put her lips over the head of my cock gently. She surprised me with how experienced she seemed. Every time I was about to tell her what to do, she started to do it, and would do things I didn't even think of. "Can you fuck my mouth. I've seen it watching porn." She said, leaning her head back against the headboard of her bed, pulling me to a kneeling position on her chest, putting her hands on my ass and pulling my body forward into her face. I was thrusting hard into her throat, her mouth open wide, the unmistakable sound of cock sucking echoing loudly in my daughters little room. "Cum daddy." She said, holding her mouth open and grabbing her arms above her head. I took my belt off and wrapped it around her neck, and told her to bend over. "Put your head down, and your ass up little girl." I told her, I swatted her ass hard and knelt on the belt holding her head down. "Ouch, daddy. That fucking hurt." She said. "Shut the fuck up." I told her and untied my neck tie and tied it tightly around her wrists and pulled her into a kneeling position on the floor, and pushed her back up against the bed. I tugged her head forward with the belt around her neck and stretched her arms high using my other hand and plowed into her mouth hard with my cock. The sloppy sound of my cock in her mouth reverberating loudly in her large empty bedroom. I let go of the tie that was holding her hands, and she brought her hands down and pulled her panties open. "You wanna fuck me don't you daddy." She said. "You little slut." I told her and fucked her mouth hard, my cock far down her throat. She gagged a little and coughed and said. "I'm your little slut, just like you always wanted." She said, and spat at my crotch, drops of saliva landing on the head of my cock and the shaft. I pushed the head of my cock toward her mouth, and she clenched her lips tight and refused to take it in her mouth. "I'm going to be like your little pet, ok Daddy? You can put me on a leash and take me anywhere and do anything you want with my little mouth. Would you like that?" She asked. "Are you asking this stuff as my daughter or as a pretend kind of girl-friend?" "OMG, gross, I'm not saying this as your daughter, don't be annoying." She said. "Do you think I'm doing a good job Daddy?" She asked. "Do you call your boyfriends Daddy?" I asked. "Stop being annoying, I told you, and yes I do." She said. "So?" She asked, following up her previous question. "Yes baby, you're starting to learn." I told her. "Put a finger inside me." She said. I didn't say anything. "Please, daddy." She said. ... "Please...please...finger fuck me, daddy." She pleaded. "I need to cum." I told her, and pulled her up by her belt leash onto the bed on her back, her perfect little body exposed. She parted her legs and pulled her panties to show me her tiny pink shaven pussy. Her skin looked so smooth, and I couldn't even tell if she had shaved or not, I mean, it was so completely bald all around her legs, her flat little stomach, and her pussy. I knew she was old enough to be shaving down there, but I guessed she only had to actually shave a small amount of hair. She took hand and guided it toward her pussy. "Please do it, finger me." She said, her tied hands holding her pussy exposed for me. I rested my hand on her pussy, and she put her hands on top of mine sandwiching my hand in between her pussy and her tied hands. She pushed my middle finger inside of her and gripped my wrist with her hands and pulled back and forth, so my finger was fucking her, her pussy was tiny, and almost too tight for even my one finger to enter her. She moaned loudly and began panting heavily when it slipped inside her. Her nails were digging into the skin of my forearm, and her hips were swaying back and forth as she fingered herself with my outstretched arm. I put my thumb on her clit and began rubbing circles, and she started screaming loud enough to be heard down the street. I was lucky our home was at least a quarter-mile from the nearest person but was scared still someone would hear and call the police thinking something terrible was happening. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....." She screamed. Her pussy was so tight, I had never felt anything like it. Her wetness was all over my hand, and my cock began pumping sperm out suddenly all over the both our arms and on her bed. "I'm...............!!!!!!!! Cumming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!." She screamed, and I watched my cock shoot arches of white sticky liquid all over us. I had never had an orgasm like that, but touching her was just too much. I had never cum in that way before, where my cock was not receiving any help or physical contact and then just exploded like that. I made a horrible mess and was totally embarrassed. "Daddy. W.T.F.?" She said. "Sorry baby girl, I just...you're just..." I said. "It's ok daddy. Thanks for teaching me. That was fun." She said, but you need to tell mom to wash my sheets, like now. You came everywhere, looking over to a few droplets that caught her little pink lamp, her bed post and the wall next to her bed. We walked downstairs and a little while later saw Mom's headlights shine through the windows as she pulled up the driveway. We were all soon seated at the dining room table and eating dinner together as a family. My wife, daughter and I. My daughter, was looking at me, and I almost jumped out of my chair when I felt her leg ride the inside of my calf under the table. I cleared my throat and tried to maintain some dinner-time small talk on autopilot. "So how was work hun?" I asked. "Oh, it was good, I sold a wonderful home to a young couple today." She said. "Oh, that's great. Isn't that great?" I asked my daughter. "Yeah, mom, that's great. Good for you." She said, pushing her bare foot against my cock that had quickly resumed a solid rock hard state. I almost spilled the glass of wine I was holding, and squinted my brow. "You ok honey?" My wife asked and cleaned up the table. "Yeah, I'm fine, just a little headache." I said, clenching my legs together, praying she didn't see my daughter's under the table foot rubbing. That night I satisfied my wife over and over and held my hand over her mouth to contain her passion. We fucked long and hard, and I made her cum multiple times before cumming all over her flat stomach. Maybe she didn't have an absolutely flawless and perfect body like our daughter, but she still looked amazing at her age and was still my wife and I cared for her deeply. "I still don't know what's gotten into you, but I sure do like whatever it is." She said, wiping herself off and heading to the shower. Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 02 Jake awoke the next morning feeling like he'd made a terrible mistake. He had no idea what he was going to say to his wife or how to handle things with Katie. He heard the water running in the adjoining bathroom and went to stand in the door way. His wife stood next to the shower, leaning in to feel that the water temperature was good before stepping in. Though the glass door he saw her step under the water. She stood for a second in the hot stream before reaching for the shampoo bottle, lathering up her long black hair. Amber was a beautiful 35 year old woman, Her bright green eyes contrasted her hair and her body was slight and toned. Her enhanced DD's and her plump apple shaped ass made her the object of many affections. He knew she wasn't always faithful, but then again neither was he. They had sort of an unspoken open marriage. They both knew the other strayed but as long as neither spoke about it, things were good. He turned and headed for the door. Having other lovers was completely different then what he had done last night. Last night he had crossed a line, no matter how amazing it had felt. Making his way down stairs he thought about his situation. Katie was 18 now and could make her own decisions, however she was still his daughter. He entered the kitchen to see her sitting there, In a tiny little tank top and shorts that barely covered the ass that he had violated the night before. "Good morning, Katie." He said heading right to the coffee maker. "We need to discuss last night." "Oh Daddy, I'm so sorry. I know it was wrong , but" Jake cut her off with a whisper in her ear, "Your stepmother is still upstairs, I meant why you were here in the first place. The rest we will discuss later." He said with a kiss on her neck. Katie trembled, trying to think of an excuse.. "Now before you lie to me Baby girl, I will be calling your mother to let her know you are here and safe...." Before she could say anything, Amber walked into the kitchen and looked at her with disgust. "What is she doing here?" Amber spat at Jake her voice dripping with disdain. She was wheeling a small suitcase behind her. She left it by the door to the kitchen, before heading to the coffee maker to fill her travel cup. "Btw honey, I have to go out of town for a week. Last minute business trip." Katie jumped up from her chair at the table and screamed, "For your information, This was my house before you ever slept your way into it." She ran from the kitchen and up the stairs slamming her door closed behind her. Anger vibrated though her body and tears threatened to fall down her face. That woman was insufferable. "Why didn't you mention the trip last night?" Jake asked wondering what she was up to. He knew she was lying and probably going to visit some lover. But her being out of the house gave him some time to think about Katie and what they were doing... "Well I just got the call a few minutes ago. I got all packed then came down and told you as soon as I could. And don't avoid my question, What is Katie doing here? You know I don't want her here all the time." She said turning to face her husband. "Is this my house too?" "As I told you before." Jake started bracing for a fight. "She is my daughter and I will not ban her from her home" "This isn't her home. She lives with her mother!" Amber yelled "Plus I will not have her walking around her dressed like a little tramp. She shouldn't dress like that in front of her father. It's not right. Make sure she's gone before I get back or you will become a very lonely sexless man." She said with a peck on his cheek. Turning towards the door she grabbed her suitcase and walked out the door, Swaying her hips more then normal, attempting to emphasis his need of her. Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 02 I stirred to consciousness slowly as the early morning sun began to flood into my room, with mixes of dreams and memory intertwined together in a delicious myriad of sexual pleasure and ecstasy. I could scarcely believe what happened last night. My own daddy had fucked me! But he not only fucked me, he had made me a slave and I love it! It was almost too good to believe, to exquisite to even contemplate. I have always looked up to my daddy, so handsome and strong; he could do anything and I had always admired him. That he had taken me and done with me what he had was a dream come true; it only made him more handsome and strong to me. My name is Keri and twenty-two years-old. I’m a junior at the local university but living at home because of financial reason. Ever since mom had died my father had been the only guiding force in my life. He did my homework with me. He took me shopping for my prom dress. He did everything for me. It was only natural for me to look up to him so much. I admired him and loved him with everything that I have. Ever since I was a young girl, I would always look at strong men and relish their strength and their rugged bodies. And when I first discovered myself sexually, growing breasts and hair around my little cunny, I always imagined being dominated by a man and forced to do nasty things, under his complete control. Oh, how many times I had rubbed my cunny raw, cumming countless times with the desire to be under the complete domination of a cruel and demanding man And it happened! That is was my father did not matter to me. I loved him and being his slave only made me love him more. It was almost too good to be true. It must be a dream! But as I lazily trailed my fingers from my thigh over my hip to my cunny, I knew it was not a dream. My thighs were sticky with the mix of cunny juice and his cum and my cunny was still spasming from his use of me. I had been a virgin last night and now I was a little sex-starved slave to my daddy. I smiled half asleep at the thought, the memory of last night arousing me and making my little cunny tighten and my hips squirm wishing for it to happen again. Not wanting to, I looked over at the clock and saw it was 7:00am. I knew I had to get up soon though I would rather stay in bed and play with my little cunny until I came over and over again, pushing his seed deeper into my recesses and relishing the memory of what my daddy did to me. I felt a twinge of fear, wondering if he would want to do it to me again. I hoped so! I wanted nothing more than to lick his feet and taste his wonderfully huge cock and lay on my back and please him with my body. I wanted to be daddy’s little sex slut. But what if he did not want that? What if he was shamed and did not want me anymore? My heart fell and I lost my breath in fear. He needs to want me. I would make him want me, I told myself. I would see that he would want me. I smiled at the thought of what I would do make sure he wanted me. With a groan I slipped out of the covered and felt the aches and pains from my daddy taking me the night before and walked to the long mirror that hung on the door in my bedroom. My knees ached slightly from kneeling for so long before him in my position of submission. My cheeks still burned from the way that he have slapped me, so hard and vicious, totally dominating me, controlling what was his. Not one, but twice! Oh, how he disciplined me and oh how I loved it! Even through the pain, I felt the heat of desire and arousal from the memory of being so dominated, so owned. I could a slight ache in my arms from being bound behind my back but was happy to see that they weren’t red from the bonds cutting into my skin. It would have detracted from my beauty and I did not want that; I wanted to be beautiful for my daddy. I could feel a sweet tight pain in my thighs and pelvis from the force of him fucking me, but it only reminded me how strong my daddy was. I smiled at that. I loved it when he was strong with me. Just thinking of it made my little cunny quiver with desire. I hoped he would take me again soon. Looking in the mirror, I stood and appraised myself, to see how beautiful I was for my daddy, my master. I turned slightly, flexing my left knee and put my weight on the ball of my right foot. This presented a good view of my hip and my legs, I thought delightedly. I sucked my belly in and arched my back slightly, setting my left hand on my thigh, just below my hip, with my right hand hanging loosely at my side. It seemed a natural way to stand. It made me feel sexual. Not too bad, I thought to myself. Daddy would find me beautiful I was sure. Who wouldn’t? Standing at five foot-two inches and 120 pounds I thought I had a nice curvy body, rounded hips but nice long legs. My breasts were pert, only a C-cup but the firmness and the size and shape of my nipples made up for that. No sagging at all, I thought with a smile. My body was nice and tight from cheerleading and working out. I ran track in school so I was in good shape, not an ounce of fat on me. I wasn’t muscular, but my body was toned just right. I thought it went nicely with the tan that I had, too. I liked tanning in the sun, but I didn’t like tan lines so I went to the tanning booths to even it out. I thought it would make me sexier for the boys. I giggled to myself, how little I knew it would. My long black hair was thrown over my right shoulder and fell over my breast, tickling it nicely, sending shivers down my back. Yes, I thought. I would be beautiful enough for my master. I smiled a little and was pleased to see the white teeth, which I took perfect care of in the reflection, and my high cheek bones, which I got from my mother who was Spanish, not Mexican, not Puerto Rican; Spanish. Trailing my eyes over my body in the mirror, I could feel the twinge of desire in my body, the kind that ends in a tight little ball deep in my belly, burning like a fire deep inside. What a sweet feeling that is, how delicious it is. I could still see my thighs were sticky and shiny from the cum and cunny juice that was run out of me like a river last night. I flexed my thighs and could still be the cum inside my cunny. I closed my eyes and thought I could still his hot cum in my belly from the way that he fed me. What a delicious feeling that is. Another throng of fear shot through me as I looked at myself in the morning. What if he did not want me? What if he felt guilt and shame and would not touch me again? I had to feel his hands on me again. I must feel his big fat cock filling me up, I told myself. What a sweet ecstatic feeling that was. I quivered and shook just thinking about it. I wondered how I could seem more submissive to my daddy. How could I make him not be able to control himself and seize me up and use me like a slave girl. Like his little slut. Looking in the mirror I saw myself flush at using the words and I could not help but feel my cunny moisten. I couldn’t control the tiny ball in my belly that was burning fire out of control. I was a slave. He made me a slave last night. He had to keep me as a slave! Without even thinking about it, I fell down to my knees and knelt before the mirror, looking at myself, wondering how I could appear more submissive, more pleasing to him. I would have to work hard at this, I thought. Finally, I parted my knees wide, and gasped when I saw my glistening wet cunny looking back at me. It looked like a little flower, the lips were swollen and red, partly from the arousal, I am sure, but also from the way my daddy used me too. Oh, how he had used me. My thighs shined from the cum and cunny juice and I could see more juices running down between my cunny lips and wriggled feeling it at my ass cheeks. I closed my eyes and remembered how after he was done fucking me, he kissed me so tenderly, lovingly. I melted in his arms and raised myself to him. I had to feel his lips on me. I had to feel his touch. I whimpered and cried out for it. I had yielded to him! I had proclaimed myself slave! And so deliciously, too, I thought. After pulling his cock out of my cunny, he picked me up and carried me to bed, so gentle in his touch, how weak I felt in his arms. He was so strong and muscular, he was all man. He was my daddy, but I couldn’t help myself but to think of him as a man. How could I anything else? And being so small, only five foot-two, how could I feel anything but weak and small compared to him. I smiled inwardly and felt the heat in my cheeks, travel to my belly and then to my cunny. My clit was throbbing so badly, it ached. I needed to be touched, to be used. I shook my head at that thought. My daddy was my master and I wasn’t sure if he would let me touch myself. I wanted to please him and I didn’t want him disappointed in me. Surely, I didn’t want to feel him punish me again, but it was something more. I wanted to serve him. I proclaimed myself slave! Of course I wanted to serve him! That was what slaves did. Just thinking about that, serving him, not just the sex, but everything, made me whimper and writhe on my knees. It was so sweet a feeling to have. I could smell my sex in the air without even touching myself! Finally, I decided on the position to take to please daddy, my master. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled at my reflection. He had to find this pleasing, I told myself. I knelt back on my heels, with my knees parted wide, exposing my little flower of a cunny that he had fucked so well for him to see and to smell at his pleasure. I rocked back on my heels so that if he should tell me what to do I could more easily move quickly to obey and to please him. My back was straight and slightly arched, showing the nice curve of my back and my hips and sides that he loved to tease so much last night. This also thrust my breasts that he had pinched and played with last night out for him to see, almost like I was offering them up to him. I was of course! I placed my hands on my thighs and looked in the mirror. I tried palms down to my thighs, and palms up to the ceiling and finally decided to keep them up. It seemed more sensual, more submissive. A gasp escaped my throat and I caught my breathe when I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection. I looked so submissive! So beautiful! My head was held high but I would be sure to lower my eyes out of respect for him. Just looking at myself in the mirror, so kneeling, I could not help but feel hot in my sex; my muscles in my cunny were tightening, begging for something to clamp down on, hopefully it would be my daddy’s fat cock. I had to smile at myself. My cunny lips were open and waiting, begging to be pierced and it was already slick with my juices dripping out. I have never felt so sexual, so charged, so passionate. I couldn’t believe it! I could smell the distinct scent of my sex. I had masturbated enough under the covers to know the smell. And here I was smelling it as I looked at myself in the mirror. That seemed to drive my senses higher, my need higher. I just had to be fucked! I had to have my daddy fuck me again! On shaky knees, I stood and smiled in the mirror one last time before walking toward the door, grabbing my short kimono robe that I wore around the house. It was red with a dragon on the back and went to mid-thigh. It seemed perfect to show off my legs and my manicured toes to my daddy. Plus it clung nicely to my hips, surely to tantalize him all the more, I grinned and giggled to myself. This would have to do the trick. I felt so sensual slipping the silk kimono on. I loved the way it felt on my body, so soft and feminine. It always made me hot just putting it on. I found my daddy in the kitchen sitting down at the table eating his breakfast. The way that our kitchen is set up, he couldn’t see me for his back was at an angle to me. I stopped and gasped for a moment seeing him there, his broad shoulders and tapered haircut. He exuded confidence and strength. I wondered what woman would not be on her knees before him. Surely only the stupid girls who did not understand his strength would try to resist him. “Good morning,” he said without looking up, startling me. I thought he could see me, but how stupid that thought was. Daddy was in the military and seemed to have a sixth sense about him; of course he could sense me there. “Good morning, daddy,” I said, taking a deep breath, knowing this was my moment, my chance. I walked lightly, my feet conscious of the cool hard wood floor of the kitchen, feeling vulnerable simply from being barefoot; how things had changed. Before I would not even think of going barefoot around the house, and now it seemed so different after he had taken me and made me his slave. It made me feel wonderfully submissive and weak before him. I walk up to his left side, slightly behind and kneel the way that I had practiced up in my room. Though I did not know it would happen, but was delighted in it, the kimono parted slightly, showing just a hint of my sex and the lovely tan and curvature of my thighs. I hadn’t cleaned myself up as part of the plan. I wanted the scent and the view of my slick thighs to remind him of what had happened the night before. I couldn’t help but blush slightly being so close to my daddy, my master, and kneeling the way that I was, like a laviscious little slut. It was a good feeling, the little ball in my belly burning hot. I need to be fucked! He seemed like he was ignoring me, continuing to eat his breakfast. I was famished and could feel my stomach starting to growl, begging for food, but I did not dare ask him for some food right now. I had a feeling that I was in position and could not move without his permission. Kind of silly, but I could not help it. Shy, timidly, I moved closer to him and cringed waiting for the backhand across my face but it did not come. Feeling slightly empowered by this, I inched closer this time, close enough to smell his aftershave, Old Spice, and see the curvature of his muscles, sinewy and hard, like a man’s muscles should be. I don’t know what got into me, but I leaned in and bit his lower sleeve, near his elbow. I felt like such a lowly slut, such a slave doing that, but what else could I do? I bit and pulled in it a little, then I bent lower and took a piece of his jeans into my mouth between my teeth and tugged and pulled at it in silent please. Something in me told me I was begging for his touch, but I did not know where it came from. I have never been a slave before. It just seemed natural. It seemed like what a slave would do, so I went for it. And I loved it. I absolutely loved feeling like a slut! My little cunny was sopping wet now and I was so flushed with need and with desire and with passion. I needed him to fuck me! “Daddy!” I cried out, feeling his hand in my hair, pulling my head up, my head burning in pain from it. “Daddy!” My cunny was spasming and tightening just from the feeling. Only a slut and a slave would get sexually excited form having her hair pulled. The next thing I knew, his left hand was slapping my face, open handed. My eyes went back and it hurt so much. I was laying on the ground, looking up at him, pawing at my reddened face, feeling the sting and the burning there. My eyes were wild as he loomed over me. As much as it hurt, I was in awe of him. My cunny was tightening, searching for something to latch onto, just looking at him. He had disciplined me, setting my limits. How could I not be in awe of him? “Did I give permission for you to touch me?” He asked. Daddy didn’t seem upset, he just looked at me. “No, daddy. No Master,” I said meekly, suddenly unsure of what to do. Slowly, my faced reddening from embarrassment and from the sting of the slap, I went back to my knees and resumed my position, as he had called it. He looked down at me and I could feel his eyes burning into my skin, appraising me. My robe had fallen open and my pert breasts were sticking out of the silk. I felt naked; I felt more naked than naked! But I did not dare try to close the robe or he would slap my again, I was sure. And I was also sure that he could smell the scent from my cunny. It was heavy in the air. “I am your Master,” He said to me simply and my heart jumped just hearing the words. He acknowledged that he was my master. That must also mean that he acknowledged that I was his slave. “When I touch you, if I touch you, it will be at my bidding, when I saw. Likewise, when you touch me, if I let you touch me, it will be according to my desire, my rules and on my terms.” “Yes,” I said. I didn’t know what else to say. “Yes, what?” he asked, patiently, I thought. “Yes, Master,” I breathed, shyly, speaking the words for the first time to him. I caught my breath and my heart jumped. My skin was so alive with sensation now that I felt the words roll off my tongue. Without even knowing it, I sat up straighter, spread my thighs wider and thrust my breasts forward to her more. Daddy would later tell me that it was a natural slave act, but I wasn’t sure at the time. I guess it makes sense, though. “You may call me daddy or master, and nothing else, under threat of punishment, clear?” “Yes, master,” I breathed, feeling wet between my thighs and tight in my belly. My master was commanding me. “Yes, daddy. I understand, master, my daddy.” I thought I saw a small smile on his face at the words that I spoke. He sat back down without a word and started to eat his meal again. I stared at him in wonder and awe from where I was, knowing that he truly was my master, but my stomach was growling something fierce now. I had not eaten anything in close to fourteen hours and I was starving. I hoped he would give me something to eat, but I knew it was up to him. Almost as if he was reading my mind, he leaned over to me and held out a piece of bacon; it smelled so good. So that I would not break position, I scooted forward as much as I could closer to him, and lifted up off of my heels to reach the food with my mouth. He did not tell me to not use my hands, but I thought the submissiveness of my eating from his hand would please him. I was not disappointed because his eyes smiled at me as my full lush lips parted as I looked into his eyes and my tongue flicked out to take the bacon. Needless to say I devoured quickly and was waiting for more, hungrily and needily, kneeling next to him. We continued the meal, with him hand feeding me my food while he ate at the table with fork and knife, not speaking. The only sound in the kitchen was his utensils on the plate and the sound of both of us chewing and swallowing. I was so hungry as he fed me a few times I growled low in my belly in wordless thanks for the food he was allowing me. I felt so submissive feeding from his hands! And I loved it! I wanted more. I wanted my daddy to master me. I wanted to be his little slut slave. At the end of the meal I could not believe it when he reached for my hair and used my hair as a napkin cleaning his hands on me silently. I was so low and so abject a slave that he would wipe his hands on me. And I loved it! “From now on you will awaken at six in the morning and cook my breakfast. It will be cooked and warm before you come to wake me up.” “Yes, master. Yes, daddy,” I said, acknowledging his command. “You will sleep in my bed from now on, at my feet, unless you are being punished and you will obey all of my commands with your only reply being, ‘yes master.’ After last night there is no way that we could every go back to being father and daughter, so it seems only right that I train you completely as my slave.” He did not smile as he looked at me in the eyes. “My complete slave.” He paused again. “You will keep the house and you will cook the meals and you will do all the household duties as I direct, the way that I tell you to do them. You will be under my complete discipline and domination in all things. Am I clear?” Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 02 “Yes, master,” I said numbly. I could not believe what I was hearing. I was dizzy and my mind was whirling as my head was flooded with all different kinds of thoughts. I was scared; I was excited; I was needy. I was sexually aroused more than I have ever been in my whole life. “You will serve me completely. Do you understand what I mean by that?” he asked slowly, quietly, almost like a teacher instructing a pupil. “Yes master.” It had to mean sexually, I knew. I could not wait to serve him sexually. My whole being was begging to serve him and please him. I wanted to please him now! “Now clean up the kitchen,” he ordered and sat back down at the table, ignoring me while he drank his coffee and read the newspaper. Oh, how he knew how to tease me! With a whimper and shudder of need rolling through me, I stood and began about my duties, clearing the table, bowing my head respectfully, taking the dishes and walking to the sink. Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at him and shook with need, but quickly turned away for fear of being beat. While I stood at the sink washing the dishes, I felt utterly a slave. I used to do the dishes before, but now it was different. I was doing them for my master. He had commanded me. Just the thought of even doing the most servile of tasks was making me drip with sex. My little cunny was soaking wet and I could feel my juices slick between my thighs, running down like a river. I could smell it too, even as I did the dishes. I was wet just from washing my master’s dishes! “Take your robe off,” my daddy said without looking up as he sipped his coffee. I looked over to him and not saying I word, I untied the kimono and slipped it off my shoulders. “Let it fall to the ground,” he ordered next and like a good slave, I obeyed him. The silk fell to the ground and I stood naked before him. My nice rounded ass wriggled so near him, begging to be fucked and I shivered just in anticipation. I wondered if he could see the goose bumps all over my body. I was sure he could see the wet juices from my cunny running down my thighs. He walked over and I could feel the heat from his face as he picked up the kimono and walked back to the table, folding the tiny garment and laying it over one if the chairs and went back to his reading and coffee. I tingled all over as I quickly finished the dishes, washing them and putting them on the dish rack. I scrubbed the sink out, too, something I never did before, just to please him and show him what a good slave I was. My cunny was quivering and I could feel my muscles flexing trying to clamp onto something, anything. I would have finger fucked myself if I didn’t think I would be beat for it. I needed his touch. I would beg for his touch. When I was finished washing the dishes, I folded the dish towel after drying my hands and folded it and laid it down on the counter and walked close to him and fell to my knees, in the position that I knew he loved and that I loved so much. My knees were wide and shaky and my palms faced the ceiling as my head was high, but my eyes lowered deferentially to him. This naturally thrust my pert and firm breasts toward him and I wondered if he noticed how swollen and achy my nipples were right now. I wondered if he knew how much I needed his touch right now. He had to because the scent of my cunny was heavy and thick. I had never smelled myself so clearly before now. I never knew I could be as wanton and lewd as I was. But I loved it! Without looking down at me he spoke in his smooth voice that I loved so much. “From now on, you will not be allowed clothes without my permission. Your normal attire will be what I desire you to wear. And for right now, I desire to see my slave girl nude.” He stopped and sipped his coffee. “You will remain barefoot in the home all the time. You already know the things I like and the way that I like them done and you will continue to do so, except now you shall do them as my slave girl. I will have rules set forth for you and you will obey them to the letter. No slacking. I will keep you under the strictest discipline and I will punish you as necessary.” “Yes, yes, master,” I stammered as my head swam at the thought. He was keeping me as his slave girl and I loved it. I wanted to jump up and please him. I wanted to suck on his cock and taste his seed, feeling his hot cum deep in my belly. I wanted to feel his seed in my cunny warming it up. I wanted to feel his fat cock inside of me. I was his slave and he was my master. Finally he turned to regard me and without warning, he backhanded me hard across the right cheek. My head snapped back and I whimpered but I fought myself to touch my cheek and I did not break position. I did not move. My eyes were big and stunned as they looked back up at him. He had punished me. But why? “While you knelt before me, you had looked upon your master without permission,” he said calmly sitting down, regarding me with a piercing look that made my skin hot. He was appraising me and studying me. The without warning he backhanded me across my left cheek, sending my head snapping and my head spinning. “And you tried to manipulate me into giving you sexual pleasure by the way you dressed this morning. That cuffing was for trying to manipulate me. I had been cuffed. That was what it was called. “Ye-yes Master,” I stammered, trying to keep control of myself. Even been cuffed like that, I could feel my cunny quivering with desire for him. What a slut I was. Looking down, I felt my heart skip a beat and my skin crawling as I heard his pocket knife snapping open. So many times I had watched him sharpen it and for some reason he was opening it. My breathing was quick and ragged, waiting, anticipating. I felt the cold steel at the base of my neck, still and quiet but so loud, sitting there. I tried not to jump but it was no use, my body quivering feeling the sharp instrument of his power on me. I hoped I would not be beat for moving. “You will please me or die,” he said simply, quietly, calmly. “You are my daughter, but you are my slave. And you will be pleasing or die. It is that simple.” My eyes looked to his, questioningly, quietly, fearfully, and he did not cuff me or cut me so I thought it was tacit permission to look upon him. In his eyes saw resolve and steel. I could also see desire and wanting. I knew that he wanted me but he would keep me under strict discipline and that I would be under his will. Master would set the limits and the terms of the relationship, not me. The blade at my throat taught me of his steel will, which I saw in his eyes. ”Yes, master.” It was all I could manage. Looking boldly into his eyes, I asked, “Master, may your slave girl pleasure you? May your slave girl attempt to bring you pleasure?” “Doe she beg for the opportunity to pleasure me?” he asked. “Yes, your slave girl begs it.” Then without thinking I added, “your slave girl begs to please her master. She begs for the opportunity to be what he needs.” “You may attempt to do so,” he said, turning his chair to face me. He seemed disinterested and that only made me want to please him more, to interest him. “But let it be known that if you are not completely and fully pleasing to me, you will be beat.” I shuddered at the thought. “Yes, master,” I said softly. There was a moment of silence and I felt awkward not knowing what to do. It was obvious that he was waiting for me to please him. He had accorded me the opportunity to try and please him, and now I must try to do so, it was clear. Slowly and shyly I edged closer to him on my knees and he opened his knees for me giving me access. I could see the bulge from his cock in his pants and I shuddered just thinking about it. Without even thinking, I leaned in and kissed his right knee. My eyes closed and I felt warm all over, a shiver running through me and my belly on fire. I kissed the other knee and slowly moved forward in between his knees. Gently, I undid his belt and fumbled with his button and zipper on his pants. After untucking the shirt from his pants, I saw his pelvis and lower stomach, hard and strong with rock hard abs, with a little bit of hair starting at his navel, what I liked to call the happy trail. I giggled at the thought and leaned in and kissed him. As soon as I put my pouty lips on his stomach I felt his stomach tighten and a ragged breath and I knew he was excited. I got a chill just knowing that I was sexually exciting him and that drove me on. I leaned in again and kissed him again, this time more lingeringly and longer with my tongue flicking out to lick his stomach and his pelvis. I was rewarded with his hips bucking forward lightly in response to my kisses and licks. I pulled his pants down as he lifted his hips to assist in this and I gasped when his fat cock sprang up all hard and beautiful. I took a deep breath and caressed it to my cheek, lovingly worshipping the cock that not only gave me such pleasure, but also was the same cock that had given birth to me. What a wonder this was, I thought to myself as I inhaled his scent and felt the warmth of his cock against my cheek. I placed a loving kiss at the tip of his cock, right at the pea slit and then slowly, lingeringly swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and I felt it jump lightly in my hands. Looking at the glistening head, I swirled my tongue around it again, tasting him and feeling him grow even more aroused. Looking up into his eyes I thrust my head down pushing his fat cock into my mouth, savoring the taste and pressing light pressure against the bottom side of his cock with my tongue as I sucked him in. This was so hot, looking into his eyes as I sucked on him and I could feel my clit throbbing and my cunny aching. Slowly I bobbed my head down on his cock making slurping sounds as he hit the back of my throat. I relaxed and soon felt his entering my throat as I gagged lightly but was intent on taking all of daddy’s thick cock into my mouth. I was rewarded by a deep groan from him as he lifted his hips to meet the thrusts of my mouth down onto him. I could not get enough of his cock as my head bobbed, lightly sucking on his as I felt him fucking my young mouth, licking and sucking at him. I pulled his fat cock out of my mouth and licked and kissed down the shaft of his cock and at the base I swirled my tongue there before going low and sucking his balls into my mouth, stimulating them with my tongue while my small hand lightly stroked his cock. “That’s it slave girl, suck your daddy’s balls,” my master said in a throaty whisper. I could tell he was excited. “Suck on your daddy’s balls like a good girl.” “I want desperately to be a good girl for my daddy. I want my daddy to make me into a good girl. I want my master to show me to how to be a good girl for him.” I quickly sucked his balls into my mouth again before licking them with the flat of my tongue and then went lower to the sensitive skin between his balls and his anus. His cock jumped in my dainty hand as I stroked him and he groaned when he felt my tongue there. Licking back up to his balls and his thick shaft, I kiss and worship his cock lavishing it with my tongue and lips back up to the large head, wishing it was inside me right now. I kissed the tip again and squeezing light just behind the head, I looked and saw his pea slit open up and I licked and kissed it, flicking my tongue against it. He moaned loud and I knew I was doing good, only driving me on. I rubbed the head of his cock against my cheek, my eyes half closed as a warmth shot through me that I could not explain. God, I loved him! I loved him so much! “I love daddy’s cock,” I breathed with the head of his cock against my cheek. “I love my daddy and I love his cock.” Then I got back to pleasing him, sucking his cock into my mouth again, harder and faster, gagging on it as it hits the back of my throat, slurping and gurgling. I didn’t know how aroused sucking cock could make me but here I was sucking my master’s cock and I was afire, my clit was burning and my cunt was dripping, dripping! Wanting to be fucked so bad I sucked his cock fiercely, mouth fucking myself, slurping and licking at him while my head bobbed up and down. His cock was growing harder and thicker and I could feel it jumping and throbbing in my mouth. I loved the things I could do to him. I was so proud that I could make my daddy, my master so excited. I was so proud that it was me that was sucking his cock. “I’m going to cum in your mouth,” daddy growled in a matter of fact voice and my eyes turned to his and got big as I got ready, relaxing the muscles at the back of my throat. I had no desire to be punished again for wasting some of his cum. I wanted to drink every last drop of his hot seed. Before I knew it he was exploding inside me as he moaned and the hot cum went right down past the muscles and down into my belly, warming me up. I moaned hard as I exploded too, cumming hard, my hot cunny juices splashing out between my thighs as his seed splashed against the back of my mouth and coated my throat until it warmed my belly. I was moaning and whimpering as the orgasm shot through my body and I was warmed all over by his cum. I looked up at daddy with need in my eyes but did not speak because his fat cock was still in my mouth. I moaned and whimpered feeling his hot cum filling my tummy. I wanted it inside me. “Keep sucking, slave,” my daddy said and I whimpered but obeyed his command. As his now soft cock rested in my mouth, I pushed it deep to the back of my throat and sucked lightly, my cheeks pulling in rhythmically as my tongue swirled and flicked against him. I put my hands on his thighs and when he did not push them away, I wrapped them around his waist and pulled me into him as his cock grew hard again inside my mouth. Slowly and gently, I moved my head up and down, pushing his cock into my mouth. I could feel my cunny growing hot again and my clit aching and I worked harder at sucking him, my nostrils flaring at his scent. I loved the way he got hard and I was proud that it was me doing it. I was making my Master’s cock hard again! The pride made me wetter and hotter as my whole body worked at pleasing him. My mouth sucked. My tongue swirled and licked. My lips tenderly encircled his hardened cock. My finger nails trailed over his thighs and hips. He moaned and I nearly came just from knowing I was pleasing him. I needed to please him, deep down in inside. Something in me yearned to please my daddy, my Master. “Ohhhhh,” I whimpered as my eyes snapped open, feeling the burning in my scalp as his strong fist pulled my head away from his cock. My eyes were drawn to the thick seven-inch cock which I loved so much. “Daddy, please!” I begged. I was answered with a backhand across the cheek which sent my flying to my side. Being cuffed, I lay there stunned, my cheek burning. My whole body ached in need. My heart was racing and my head throbbed as I wondered if I would be spanked and punished again. I didn’t know. I was a slave and it was up to my Master. Fearing punishment, quickly I move to position, rocking back on my heels, thighs wide open, showing myself for his pleasure with my back straight raising the line of my breasts. My nipples were achingly hard and he could tell. My whole body trembled with need. Whimpering again softly, I move with his hand as his fist pulls me up off my knees to a standing position. As he pushes me face down on the kitchen table, I let out a groan and spread my legs instinctively, only my tip toes touching the ground. I can feel him behind me, close, almost touching me. I can’t see him, and with my eyes clenched shut I wait for what it to come. Will it be a spanking? Will it be a beating? Will he tease me? I don’t know and with anticipation I wait in silence, my body rigid. “Ohhhhh, Master!” I exclaim as I feel his large strong hands spreading my ass cheeks, I raise up higher as I feel myself open and examined. My cunny is aching and juices dripping down my thighs. I need him to touch me. I need him to fuck me! I need my Master to use me! I want to beg him but fear being cuffed again for speaking without permission. My ass wriggles and I moan out loud as I feel his finger massaging my tender virgin asshole. My hips rock back at the sensation and my whole body tensed. I had never touched there before and it was new. It sent pulse waves to my pussy and I whimpered in need. I needed him to fuck me! I needed my Master inside me! Surprising myself, I whimpered and tried to move my ass back to find his hand again but found it gone. I gasped when I felt his finger at my lips and I hungrily sucked it between my lips. Using my tongue, lips and mouth I gave his finger a blow job, acting like it was his cock. Just the act of blowing his finger was setting me afire! I had an idea where his finger was going and I made sure it was nice and wet. My tongue trailed out seeking his finger but it was gone. “Master!” I exclaimed as I felt his finger press into my asshole. The tip moved past the sphincter and I could feel it try to expel the digital invader. My muscles moving and fighting him only made me hotter, contracting and sending waves of pleasure to my cunny. He pushed his finger past the knuckle and soon my hips were rocking back and forth fucking my own ass on his finger. I whimpered and moaned in need. God, I wanted him inside my ass. As if he could read my mind, he removed his finger and I cried out, waiting it back inside my ass. I wasn’t disappointed when I felt the head of his cock at my anal entrance. “Yes, Master. I want you to fuck my ass.” He didn’t punish me for speaking so I kept talking to him. “Fuck my ass, Master. It’s yours. Take my anal cherry. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” I felt the head of his cock enter my ass and pain seared through my body. I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes shut. Slowly he moved his whole cock into me as my sphincter muscles clamped down on him, tightening on his large member. God it hurt so much! But I loved it! My daddy was fucking my ass! Soon, his whole cock had invaded my bowels and he sat there, reveling in my tightness, feeling my muscles contracting around him. My cunny was aching and dripping, the sensation reverberating through the thin wall between my two holes. “Master!” I exclaimed again as more pain shot through me as he withdrew his cock leaving only the head inside my anal cavity. My whole body was tight and I could feel the sweat on my forehead. “Master!” I cried out as he took both hips tightly in his hands and drove his cock into me hard and fast. Oh, God, it hurt so much. I had a piece of the table clothe in my mouth and I bit down on it hard while tears rolled down my cheeks. Every nerve was alive as he fucked into my ass, driving his cock into my bowels, invading me, fucking me, taking me. I was his! Soon the pain lessened and I could feel the burning in my cunny growing. My orgasm was building and I knew I was not allowed without permission. Like water rushing down the river, I was trying to damn it up. I bit the table clothe trying to hold back as my eyes clutched. I was fucking my ass back into his cock, meeting his strokes. He was filling me up so much. My Master was taking my all and I loved it as he fucked my ass. I couldn’t control my whimpering and moaning as we fucked in synch. “Do you like that? Daddy asked roughly, hoarsely as he panted, slamming his cock into my ass. “Yes Daddy! I love it. Fuck my ass. Fuck your little girl’s ass. I am yours. I am yours, Master! I belong to you! Fuck my ass and take every hole as your own. Masterrrrrrrrrrrrr!” “You may cum girl,” he said softly, not letting up his rhythm as he fucked into my ass. I could hear the slapping of skin against my hips as he slammed into me. I exploded. “Masterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” I yelled as my world went into a kaleidoscope of colors. Every nerve was alive, every muscle tightened as the orgasm washed over me, through me and in me. I’ve never cum like that before as it took me over. I was talking without making sense as my cunny gushed its juices. My whole body rocked. Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 02 “Yes, Master. I am yours. I am all yours. Only you own me. I belong to you.” I couldn’t stop talking. I was on the edge of another orgasm as the aftershocks of the first made me tingle. I could feel the second one building up. His cock pulsed in my ass and my sphincter was tight around him, sending waves of pleasure through my sensitive cunny. “Yes, Master. Fuck my ass. Master, take your little girl. Take her and use her! Let her be all you need! She is yours! I am yours! Masterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! I’m cumming again!” My world went black as I passed out from the orgasm. Light turned to darkness and the sensation faded away into blackness. My daddy made me pass out from fucking me so hard. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I exclaimed from the pain of him fucking me, woke me up with a start. Without missing a beat, my hips rocked back into him, taking all of his wonderful cock into my bowels. I could feel him pulse. He was close to cumming, I could tell. I moaned uncontrollably now. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” “Does my little girl want her daddy’s cum in her ass?” he asked, teasing me, taunting me. “Yes, Master! Cum in my ass! Fill me up with your seed. Fill me up!” I screamed. I would scream it for the world to hear. My daddy was fucking me and I loved it. I needed it. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, daddy!” I yelled as I felt him explode inside, filling my bowels with that hot cum that I loved so much. He pumped into me and I could feel his cock shoot inside me. It filled me up, piercing me and spraying all over my insides. Daddy slammed into me one more time with a groan and released my hips, keeping his cock inside my ass, resting for a moment. I could feel him inside me, every muscle, every inch I could feel. God, I felt so full. I felt so wonderfully full of his cum. I bit the table clothe again and felt tears rolling down my cheek as he pulled his cock out of me. Cum dripped down my thighs mixing with my own juices. I felt so empty now. I body screamed to be filled again. My body was aching from the fucking and from the need that had built up inside me again. He touched the rim of my asshole and I let out a sharp gasp in pain. It burned so hot. It was on fire. “On your knees!” he ordered and without thinking or waiting, I nearly leapt off the table and was in position right in front of him, staring at his slick cock. “Clean me off.” The words were soft, yet firm. Whimpering, I looked up at him silently begging for mercy. He wanted me to suck his cock after he ass fucked me. I found no mercy though and like a good slave I tenderly licked his cock, nearly gagging at the taste. Soon I had grown used to it, and knew that there was no lower than I could go. There was nothing lower that sucking a cock that had just been in my mouth. Knowing that, I sucked him with reckless abandon. He was my master and I needed to please him. I needed to make him happy. My whole body rocked and moved as my head bobbed up and down, tasting my own ass and his cum mixed together. His cock was pulsing and growing hard again. I couldn’t believe that he had this much stamina but I loved it. My tongue swirled around the head of his cock and he gasped. I whimpered in pleasure and plunged downward taking his whole length inside me, passing it into my throat. I felt like such a slut deep-throating him and I loved it. I was daddy’s little slut. Saliva dribbled down my cheeks and neck as I worked so hard at sucking him. He was breathing heavily again and I could tell that he was enjoying it. I love pleasuring him. I needed to pleasure him. “Enough,” he said firmly and I moaned as his cock left my mouth. I knelt back on my heels and waited. “Precede me into the living room on your knees.” Without hesitation and rocked forward and went to all fours and crawled into the living room, feeling the rug burn my knees as I moved. I swept my hips back and forth in need as I felt his eyes on me. I felt so much like a woman. I felt so much like a female. How could anyone forced to crawl before her master feel any other way? As he sat down in his easy chair, I took position in front of him, holding perfect form before him, presenting himself to me. He regarded my silently and I could feel my heart racing. My head pounded. I held perfectly still with my back as straight as it could be. I cunny burned under his stare. My breasts ached and my nipples stiffened even more. When he spoke it was that soft yet clear voice that I loved so much, so firm, so strong, yet so gently in a way. “You came twice without my permission girl.” “Yes, Master,” I said meekly, feeling my bottom lip tremble. “You must be punished for that,” he said simply. “Yes, master,” I answered feeling my heart skip a beat. Oh, no! What was he going to do to me? “Spread your knees,” he ordered. I spread my knees on the carpet as wide as I could, baring myself to his gaze. My cunny lips were open and dripping. “Wider!” he snapped. I cringed at the tone of voice and whimpered as I pushed them achingly wide. My thigh muscles tautly strained. “Now take your breasts in your hands.” I cringed, wondering what he was going to have me do, but I did not hesitate. I cupped my firm C-cupped breasts and could feel their weight. I groaned at the sensation. It seemed like every nerve was alive. “Now roll your nipples between your fingers.” I gasped and lifted up off my heels as I felt my hard nipples moving between my fingers and thumbs. I moaned aloud at the need welling up inside me. I wanted to look at him pleadingly but knew I did not have permission. My hips rocked back and forth, wishing to having something to fuck into me as I played with my nipples for my master’s pleasure. God, it felt so good. My nipples were puffy and hardened. Every touch sent shivers down my spine and pleasure down to my pussy. The smell of my cunny was heavy in the air. “Now finger your pussy,” he ordered. I whimpered but obeyed. My hand slipped down my body and found my clit. “Ahhhhhhhh,” I moaned as my index and middle finger found my clit and rolled tight circles around it. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I moaned again as my hips rocked against the pressure of my fingers on my clit. It felt so sweet, so torturously sweet. It felt so good. But I needed to cum so bad. My fingers picked up rhythm as my fingers glided over my engorged clit. “Open your hood and show me,” he ordered. I moved my other hand down to my cunny and spread the hood over my clit, showing him as I played with myself. My hips were wide and I was naked before him, touching myself. I gasped aloud in need as the fire welled up. The orgasm was right there on the edge. I could feel it so tightly. Tears streamed down my face and I bit my bottom lip as I could feel it so close. It was right there. I needed to cum. I needed to cum so bad. My hips bucked against my fingers as they flew over my clit, rubbing it, fucking it, frigging it. I could feel his cum dripping out of my burning asshole, streaming between my ass cheeks and down my thighs. Oh my God, I needed to cum so bad. Please Master, let me cum, I silently begged. Please, please, please, let me cum. Please let me cum. “Stop!” Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 02 Before the story begins, I want to thank you Theron, for writing another story with me, for keeping the images and words flowing from my mind, and for keeping my body aching with pleasure;) Daddy didn't talk to me very much after the day Danielle and Irene were over. He'd grunt when I said good morning, or give slight commands to pass things at dinner. I was sad, I didn't understand why he had turned like that, and upon asking him, he'd never answer. Danielle and Irene both asked when we were all going to get together again, and I told them that I had no idea, Daddy wasn't speaking to me. They finally stopped calling, after I got pissed when asked the same question over again. I yelled at them that I'd call them if it were to happen again, but other than that to leave me the hell alone. It had been a couple of weeks when Daddy entered the living room, and stared at me for a long time before speaking. I stared back, hoping that my questions would be answered. He gave me a slight smile and spoke. "I've been thinking." "About what Daddy?" "About you. You were a good girl the day that your friends were over, but I still don't think that you're that much of a slut." I looked at him puzzled. "Why not?" He didn't answer my question directly. "I've been thinking, and I think it's time to prove yourself. To show me that you're as much of a slut as you say you are, Jessica." "How Daddy?" "You don't worry about that. You just be ready when the time comes, okay?" "Yeah sure." I was confused and excited at the same time. I really had no idea how I could prove that I was a slut, I thought I had after the morning of fucking Daddy with my two friends. I wasn't going to push the subject that would just upset him. I thought about this for two days, before Daddy showed me what he meant. I came home from work, and found Daddy talking to a friend of his on the couch. I knew this man; he had watched me grow up. I smiled at him, not realizing why he was really here. "Hello Mr. Sawyer, how are you?" He gave me an odd smile. "Hello Jessi. I'm fine. But Hon, today I want you to call me Don." I looked at him in confusion. I had never called any of Daddy's friends by their first name, it was disrespectful. "Ummm....yeah...okay...Don." Daddy smiled and patted the spot on the couch between him and Mr. Sawyer. I walked over slowly; a little afraid of the way both men looked at me. I sat down, my body tight, my hands in my lap, and my eyes looking at my feet. I felt Daddy's arm go around my shoulders and I shrunk more. I didn't want to, it was the first time Daddy had touched me in a while, but I felt uncomfortable. Daddy made me lean against him, and I blushed when his hand found my breast and rested on it. He gave it a little squeeze and I shifted uneasily in my spot. "Why are you so tense Jess?" I turned towards Daddy, my eyes wide with fear and anxiety. "I don't know Daddy." I jumped when I felt Mr. Sawyer's hand go to my knee. His hand was so hot on my skin. I looked down at it, and up into Mr. Sawyer's face, my eyes fluttering away quickly when his met mine. His hand moved slightly up, and stopped on my upper thigh. I looked back at Daddy who was smiling lustfully at me. "You need to relax Jessi. There's nothing to worry about. Just me and my old friend Don here. You know Don, right?" "Y.Yes Daddy." "Known him for a long time, right?" "All my life Daddy." "Yeah, so there's no reason to be so pent up, is there?" I cast my eyes down, and lowered my head so that my hair hung down into my face. "No Daddy." "That's a girl. Now, be polite to Don." I turned my head towards this man that I had known for so long. I had to force a smile, and I tried to speak but my mind went completely blank. I looked at him, my mouth slightly open, trying to form words. Finally, words came, but for the situation they were the wrong ones. "How's Mrs. Sawyer?" He gave an odd look, but his hand never left my thigh. He began to rub his fingers around the skin. It took him a second to answer, but he too forced a smile and spoke. "She's fine." "Good. Ummmm?" My eyes flew back to Daddy, I had no idea what to do, though, I had figured out what was going to happen. Daddy rolled his eyes at me, shook his head, and sighed. "Okay, conversation's over!" I winced at his words, he sounded so angry. "It's time to prove to me that you're a slut. If you really are, you're going to enjoy the hell outta what me and Don are about to do to you." I gasped and looked back at Mr. Sawyer. I shook my head in protest. Two girls had been just fine, but two men? Two cocks? Oh God, I didn't know if I was going to be able to do this. I could tell from the look Daddy was giving me that I wasn't going to have much time to think about it either. Daddy looked at his friend and nodded. "Okay, Don, go ahead." Mr. Sawyer looked at him and then back at me and smiled. "It'll be my pleasure." Then his hand moved from my thigh to the crotch of my panties. I jumped slightly and started to pull away until Daddy spoke to me. "Be still, young lady!" His eyes flashed in anger as he spoke, and I knew I'd best do as told. Daddy leaned back to watch as he again told Mr. Sawyer to "go ahead." Mr. Sawyer's fingers began stroking my pussy lips through the silk panties I was wearing, and he leaned down to kiss me. His kiss was gentle at first. His soft lips moved from my neck to my cheek to my lips, lightly brushing my skin as they moved. He teased my mouth with his tongue as he continued his stroking of my cunt. As I slowly started to respond to Mr. Sawyer's advances, Daddy spoke again. "C'mon now, Don. She'll never learn anything that way. Pick it up a little." I was confused. This was nice. I liked this fine, but Don seemed to understand, because his light kiss got much harder and deeper right away. And his fingers suddenly pulled aside the silk of my panties and went to work on my bare slit. This change in pace unsettled me, and I began to struggle again. I felt Daddy take a handful of my hair and shake my head as a signal to behave, which I did. Then I felt his other hand on my breast, kneading and pinching. I had to admit that their ministrations were having an effect on me. Daddy was right, I just needed to relax and enjoy what was happening to me. Obviously, I would enjoy this as much as I had during our last encounter. Don pulled his lips away from mine, and gave me a big smile as his fingers found their way into my pussy. He pushed two inside of me, and moved them around. I moaned, my hips thrusting forward as his fingers found my g-spot. He looked over at Daddy. "I gotta taste her. I want to taste this sweet pussy." Daddy gave him a shrug, a signal to do whatever he wanted, and I watched as Mr. Sawyer slipped off the couch and between my legs, his fingers never missing beat. My attention turned back to Daddy as he got up, and took off his pants. He came to me, standing at the edge of the couch, and pushed my head towards him. I moaned loudly when Don's tongue found my clit, and I took Daddy's cock into my mouth. I thought to myself as I began to suck Daddy's cock that I could really start to like this. It felt so good to have Mr. Sawyer licking my pussy and Daddy's cock in my mouth, but this light start would not last every long. With his tongue and his fingers Mr. Sawyer made me cum quickly. He pulled up, took his pants off as well, and came to stand by Daddy. Daddy pulled my head off his cock by my hair and turned my face towards Don's cock. "Suck his cock, Jessi!" I did so, looking up at this close friend of Daddy's as I took his cock down my throat. His hips began to thrust into me, slow at first, but becoming harder and faster as he grew more excited. I felt Daddy's hand go down to my tit, and he began to pinch my nipples, tweaking one then the other. I began to moan, but as soon as I got used to having Don's cock fucking my mouth, Daddy pulled my head away. I gave a frown and looked up at him. He took his hand from my breasts, and grabbed his cock with it, as Don grabbed his. I really couldn't believe how instinct they were, and wondered how many times they'd done something like this before. Both men began to rub their cocks across my lips, cheeks, and neck. My eyes rolled back in pleasure, until I felt them both pushing into my lips. "Open up!" Daddy commanded, and I stared at him wide-eyed. There was no way. I shook my head and responded. "Oh Daddy, I can't! I can't take both of you!" "We'll just see about that!" He pushed his cock into my mouth, and Don began to push into my lips. I kept my lips around Daddy's cock; I wasn't going to take them both. This made Daddy angry, and he brought his hand down to my face. He pressed his finger into my jaw so hard that I whimpered in pain. He pressed harder, making my lips leave his cock and a howl come from me. When my lips dislodged, he quickly moved his other hand around my head, and got his fingers around the inside of my lips. Don shoved his cock in my mouth, and Daddy let go. My mouth hurt, it was completely stretched, but I couldn't get away. Daddy kept my head in place with his hand, and both men began to thrust into my mouth. They weren't going very deep, neither one of them could get down my throat, but that didn't matter to them. Seeing my mouth stuffed with their cocks is what matter. I could feel my spit leaking down my chin, and I wanted to wipe if off, but I knew that would make Daddy angry again. They kept this up for so long, and through the pain, I could feel my pussy throbbing. Something in me was telling my body that this was enjoyable, and I believed it. It did feel really good to have their cocks in my mouth like that. It made me feel like a true whore, and I liked that feeling. I brought my hands up, and began to knead their balls as they fucked their mouth. Daddy laughed and looked over at Don. "I knew she'd end up liking this. She is proving to be a really whore, isn't she?" Don agreed, with a grunt. Daddy then pulled my head away and held it up facing Mr. Sawyer. Daddy spoke to him. "Go ahead, Don. Tag her." Don grinned nastily and suddenly spit in my face. This shocked and upset me, but I felt something inside of me break as Don spread his saliva around my face with his hard cock. "I want y'all to fuck me now. This fuckin' little slut needs some cock ASAP!" The men looked at each other and smiled, and then Daddy looked down at me. "Jessi, get on you hands and knees like a good little whore and we'll teach you what it means to be full of cock. Won't we, buddy?" Don said, "Oh, yeah!" Excitedly, I collapsed to the floor and pulled my top off. Daddy got behind me and pulled my panties off while Don positioned himself in front of me and waved his cock at me like a toy. I bit at it like a dog trying to get a bone, but I never caught. Every time I missed, Don would smack me in the face with it, causing a dull-sounding thud to reverberate. Daddy was laughing behind me when I felt a sharp slap on my ass. That was followed by the sensation of his cock driving into my cunt, causing me to buck forward and smash my face into Don's prick. Both men laughed as Don pried my lips apart and crammed as much of his fat cock into me as possible. My muffled moans filled the room as Daddy fucked my pussy and Don my face. I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying this; the feel of two cocks was the best feeling I have ever had. Don pulled his cock from me and I looked at it like a ravenous animal. I moaned loudly when he wiped his spit-clad cock all over my face. I moved quickly, catching it between my teeth as he pulled it back over my lips. I laughed, and looked up at him, as I chewed on the head of his cock. When I let go to suck it back into my mouth, Don moved it again. I watched as he came down to his knees. He placed his hands under my arms, and pulled me up a little and stretched my body so that I was closer, moving me up, caused Daddy's cock to slip deeper into my cunt, and I let out a loud sound of pleasure. Don grabbed his cock, and began to rub it across my hanging tits. I moaned again, and as Daddy saw what Don was doing he moved. Daddy grabbed my hips, and sat me on top of him, as Don scooted to me. Daddy leaned down in my ear. "Grab those tits, and fuck his cock with them!" "Yes, Sir, Daddy." I lent forward and placed Don's cock between my tits. It was hard in this position, but I was determined to do as Daddy said. I moved my tits up and down on Don, and then figured that it was easier just to bounce them around in my hands while squeezing them together. He helped by thrusting his hips, and I moaned loudly as I watched my breast jiggle around Don's cock. "Oh Geeze, Daddy this is so good! Having both of your cocks to play with is the best! I love having Don's cock between my tits, while yours is deep in my cunt!" "I knew you'd like it you little slut." Don looked down at me, his eyes dark with desire, but wide with awe at how I had taken to this situation. "Goddamn, this is some girl you got here man." "I know, but she's still not passed one thing to become a true slut." I knew what Daddy was talking about, and I decided to quit being a baby about it. "Do you want my ass Daddy? Is that what you mean? Please take it; I want you to fuck my ass! I want to feel your big fat cock in my tight little hole!" Daddy laughed, and from his movements I could tell he was shaking his head. "Now that's a turn around." "I wanna make you happy Daddy and I want to make Mr. Sawyer happy too. I want to be a good girl for the two of you." Daddy gave an approving sound, and pulled my body up and away from Mr. Sawyer's cock. He grabbed my tits roughly and began to knead them. "Well, I think before we do that, Don needs to feel this hot cunt." We both looked at Don, who looked quite eager to place his cock in me. "That sound good Don? You can fuck this little tramp for a while and then we'll set to work on her ass." I smiled at Mr. Sawyer. "Yeah, Don, does it sound good to fuck my wet hot pussy? It's still rather tight you know, and I'd just love to feel that fat cock of yours up my cunt." Don smiled and looked straight at me. "Sounds like a mighty fine plan." I smiled back. "Good, then please get that hard cock over here, and fuck the hell out of this pussy. It's just aching to feel your dick!" Daddy pulled out of me, and Don pulled me on top of him. "Jump on top, little lady, and let Don fuck that tight, juicy cunt." He said as I straddled him, I sat down on Mr. Sawyer's stiff prick and rubbed my pussy on it, back and forth, back and forth. Don looked at my Daddy. "This little bitch is a tease, buddy." Daddy looked at me. "Jessi, stop teasing the man and stick his cock inside of you." "Yes, Daddy," I answered and reached down, straightened up his prick, and slowly lowered myself atop it. It wasn't as big as my Daddy's, but it filled me up pretty good. I began to ride him slowly, moving up and down while I played with my breasts and watched the look of pleasure on this grown man's face. Don grabbed my hips, and began to bounce me on his cock, as he thrust up, sending his cock deep inside my pussy, and causing me to moan out in pleasure as I pinched and pulled at my nipples. Daddy laughed, and looked at Don. "Don't get too excited, we're far from being done with my little slut." Don slowed his pace, and allowed me to go back to grinding my hips on him, back and forth, side to side, and in circles. I felt the oncoming of an orgasm building in my body, and Daddy must have sensed it. "Okay, stop!" "But Daddy! I was going to cum!" "Not yet. Don, go ahead and pull your cock from her, don't want her to try and be sneaky." Don smiled up at me, and pulled his cock from my now aching pussy. I frowned, and then gasped as Daddy came behind me and pushed my body down to Don's, making me lay flat against him. Daddy placed a finger at the opening of my ass, and moved it around. My hips wiggled uncontrollably, I moaned as my pussy rubbed up against Don's cock. "Hold still! I gotta get you at least somewhat ready." I was glad Daddy wasn't going to just shove his cock up my ass, like he had done Danielle, and I held as still as I could. I felt wetness on me, and turned back to look at Daddy. "Turn your goddamn head around!" I turned back quickly, and whimpered as Daddy pushed his finger inside my ass, up to the first knuckle. I hadn't realized that there would already be pain involved. It was a dull pain, but it was uncomfortable none-the-less. I said nothing; I didn't want to upset Daddy. I breathed in deeply as he pushed more of his finger inside of me, and got it up to the second knuckle. His finger seemed stuck then, and he began to move it around. The dull pain stopped, and was replaced by a feeling of pleasure. I moaned lowly, as Daddy continued to stretch my skin with his finger. "There she goes," Daddy said. "My little slut likes it in the ass." I felt his finger disappear, and then something wet, fat and warm nestled itself up against the tight little pucker of my anus. My God, the difference in size between the head of Daddy's cock and his finger made me realize what was about to happen. I thought there was no way my ass could take Daddy's fat cock - his finger, sure, but his cock? No way! I spoke up. "No, Daddy, please!" When he heard that, he quickly pushed his cock into my ass, which caused me to jump forward and gasp in pain. Mr. Sawyer placed his hands up on my shoulders and pushed me back toward my father, which drove Daddy's hard cock even deeper inside of me. The pain was starting to subside, and it was replaced with a sensation of ass being stuffed full. This was surprisingly pleasurable. I began to wiggle my ass around on Daddy's dick, when I heard him speak. "Okay, Don, it's your turn." I felt a flash of fright again. I looked at Mr. Sawyer, his face was full of lust, and a small smile played on his lips. He got his hand down between me and his cock, and began to move it back to my hole. Oh God, no, there was no way I could do this. Daddy's cock filled my ass so much that I could feel it pressing against my pussy, the opening was tighter, there was absolutely no way Mr. Sawyer could get his cock in me. I shook my head, and began to protest, my voice sounded small. "No, no, no, no, there's no way. I can't take you both! I just can't. No Daddy! Please don't do this!" Daddy's hand came down into my hair, and he whipped my head back so hard and fast that I saw spots for a minute. "Shut the fuck up, you little whore! Don't no body care what you want! You are here only for the pleasure of me and my friend! We will use you anyway we fucking want to! Now, lift your ass up a bit so Don can get his cock into you!" I felt like crying, but I held the tears back. I shut up, and I took Don's cock. I felt so full, I couldn't move, my body lay flat against Don's, and I wondered how these two men were going to get any pleasure from someone who couldn't move their hips. But I found out. Both men began to thrust at the same time, sending their cocks deep into my pussy and ass. Don worked a little harder than Daddy and I could hear his breathing becoming faster with the effort. As for me, the fear, the pain, it was gone, and I was beginning to feel something new, something I never felt before in my history of having sex. I began to moan, and my body worked without me telling it to. My hips found that they could move, and I began to buck back on Daddy's cock, and thrust forward onto Don's. My moans grew louder, as my body began to get tremendously hot. My mouth opened to moan again, but instead of just sounds of pleasure, my mind decided to talk. Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 02 "Oh my fucking God! Oh shit, that's so good! Oooo..yeah, fuck me! Oh Jesus hell! Both of your cocks in me feels so goddamned good! Oh fuck, yes, yes, fuck me! Fuck my ass Daddy, oooooo....God; drive that big fucking cock into it, harder, deeper! C'mon fuck me!" My eyes went to Don's and I smiled broadly. "And you Sir fuck my pussy! Just as hard as Daddy's fucking my ass! Mmmmm....it feels so fucking good! Your cock feels so good in my cunt! Now, fuck it! Use the cock for what it's good for!" I positioned myself up on my hands, and began to rock my body in time with their movements, back and forth, hard and fast, loving every minute of this, loving the way that these two men had turned me into more of a slut than I was already. I screamed at them. "Oh yes, feed my ass and my pussy those fucking cocks! C'mon I'm so fucking hungry for it!" Daddy laughed, and gave my ass a slight slap. "What do we have here Don? What's my daughter become?" Don laughed and looked at me, and I stared back, as I bared my teeth and spoke. "A cock-hungry whore, Daddy." "What was that? I didn't hear you." He slapped my ass a little harder, causing a loud moan, and I screamed the words again. "I am a cock-hungry whore Daddy! Now, fuck me goddamn it!" With that said, both men began to fuck me harder than before. I'd lost control of my body; my lust had taken me over. I was in heaven as my body went on autopilot. "Goddamn, fuck me with those big fuckin' cocks. I want to make 'em cum. I'm such a nasty fuckin' slut!" I'd never felt so hot in my life! I was losing it. "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck my ass with that big slab of meat!" He yanked my hair, snapping my head back. "I'm ridin' this bitch hard, Don. Is she fuckin' you good?" Don grabbed my face in one of his hands and gave me a hard, wet kiss. "God, yes. This fuckin' tramp is a real cock-whore, man," he laughed. "We're gonna have to do this more often!" I felt Daddy grab the cheeks of my ass and sink his fingers into them for better leverage. Then, he spoke. "Okay, Jessi, my girl. I'm about to pop a load off in your tight ass. Are you ready to feel that, baby girl?" "Oh, God, yes, Daddy! Cum in my ass! Fuckin' cum in it hard, Daddy." I answered, a grimace of pain/pleasure contorting my features as these two big cocks pounded my body senseless. "You hear that, Don? It makes a father proud to hear it." My Daddy beamed at his friend, Don nodded his head and gave an agreeing sound, and then looked at me. "I'm going to cum in that tight little pussy of yours girl!" I looked at him, and smiled. "Mmmm...yes, fill this slut's pussy with your cum Mr. Sawyer! Oh God, I want to be filled! I want you both to fill me up! C'mon, give me your cum, fill my ass and my pussy! Give me just what this fuckin whore needs!" With that, Don exploded into my pussy, and with a few final thrust Daddy emptied his load into my ass. I screamed out in pleasure, which died away into a satisfied laugh. "Oh yes, yes, yes, that's fucking good. Oh God I can feel both of you filling me up!" My own orgasm hit me hard as theirs began to die. My pussy and ass tightened around their cocks, milking the last of their seed out of them, and my moans and screams filled the room. Daddy pulled out first, and then Don rolled me off of him. I lay there, panting, my eyes half closed from the lust that was leaving my body, and tiredness of having both of these men. They watched me, for a minute, and I gave a sleepy smile as I felt their cum beginning to leak from both holes. "Thank you both." It was all I could manage to say in my sleepiness, they both nodded, and began to dress again. I thought about moving from the floor, and figured my body at the moment wouldn't allow it. I closed my eyes, and my mind drifted back to what had happened, and what Daddy had made me become. I was happy about it, and even through my tiredness excited about things to come, with my new sense of being. Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 02 “What do you mean, we should get her a car?!” Violet demanded. Honey!” Jim pleaded in frustration, “She is always late for curfew and we have to drive her everywhere.” “No, she doesn’t deserve it.” Jim sighed. He would give up the fight for now but he couldn’t let word of this get out. According to his prenuptial agreement if he was caught in adultery, he would lose everything. If he had his own wealth and didn’t need his wife’s he would have left so long ago. Jim grabbed the bottle of whiskey from the coffee table and started for the stairwell. “I am going to lay down” he muttered, “my head hurts.” He lay upon the bed and thought about his situation. How did he let this happen? He was a man; he needed sex and hadn’t been getting it from his wife. He thought about his daughter and how she must have hated him to do something like this. He also thought about the way she had smelled, so innocent and sweet, and how good it had been to be between her thighs. He shook his head in regret, but images of her tight body and her head thrown back in cries of passion poisoned his mind. Jim’s eyes fluttered open a few hours later. He must have fallen asleep. He heard mumbles of a conversation down the hall. It sounded like his daughter’s voice. It struck fear in his chest. Was she telling her mother? He tiptoed silently to her door, which was only open a small crack. He saw his daughter standing in the room, practically shouting in a whisper to an unseen face. “I did!” she yelled, “I fucked him like you wanted!” Jim was startled but waited for a reply. “I know dear, but he can’t find out that I have been with another man either. If my family found out I would lose everything! You would lose everything.” The words hit him like a blow to his chest. No wonder she was never interested in him. But why she was she so scared? Nothing would happen to her, why didn’t she just divorce him? There must be something else to it. “You promised me a car” Anna said angrily, “not to mention to set me up financially.” “We have to let you bring his affair into light and the only way is to refuse the car for now otherwise he might suspect something.” her mother explained. Jim fought the urge to burst through the door and confront his cheating wife and her co-conspirator but he held back. He felt an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach and decided to venture back to his room before he was noticed. Jim waited in his room for about another half an hour contemplating all his choices. He didn’t know what he would do but he would definitely get his revenge. He headed down stairs and saw Anna sitting in the living room, with a piece of paper in her hand, her mother sitting across from her. Jim tried his best to hide his anger. “Hi Daddy” she said cheerfully. “Can you sign this?” She handed him the paper. “What is it?” he questioned. “It’s a permission slip for my senior trip”, she explained. “I already had mom sign it.” He looked it over. They would be gone for two weeks on a cruise to the Virgin Islands. How appropriate he thought. “Sure, fine” he said and scribbled his name along side his wife’s. “Have a good time.” Jim looked at his wife. “I need to go to the office for a little while honey, I should be home in about an hour. He left in silence and drove to Deuces. He entered the crowded, smoke filled bar at glanced around for Sheila. She was sitting at the bar in her usual spot wearing a short red dress and black stockings. He walked up to her side and sat down. “Oh, god. I am so sorry!” a tear formed at the corner of her eye. “I had no idea, honest. This is all my fault!” He slammed his hand down on the bar. “She knew Sheila! That fucking bitch knew the whole time.” “What?” she gasped. “My wife paid that little bitch to set me up so she could divorce me and take everything.” She wrapped an arm around him in a supportive hug. “I’m so sorry!” she whispered. “What are you going to do?” “I am not sure but can you help me with something?” he asked. “What do I have to do?” Two days later… Anna finished packing her things and set her bags by the back door. She looked at he father who was pouring himself a cup of coffee. “I better have that car by the time I get back or she gets told everything” she threatened. “You’ll get the damn car!” he said hostilely. “How about a cup of coffee before you leave he offered. “Sure, whatever” she shrugged “Don’t forget your permission slip” he reminded. “Shit, I left it upstairs!” She turned and trotted up to her room to get the slip. Jim took out a bag from his pocket filled with a powdery substance. He had taken some heavy pain killers from his medicine cabinet and crushed them up very finely. He poured its contents into a cup and stirred in hot coffee until it was dissolved. Then he shoved the baggy back in his pocket. Anna came bounding through the door with the slip. She was wearing cutoff jeans shorts and a tight fitting yellow tank top. He handed her the cup and she sipped its contents slowly. She sat on the bar stool and yawned. Jim continued to sip at his cup while he made small talk with his daughter. Her eyes started to droop and she yawned again. He only needed to stall her a few more minutes. She laid her head on the top of the bar and closed her eyes. In about ten minutes she was deep in slumber. Jim walked to the phone hanging by the refrigerator and dialed the school. “Hello, Mrs. Peterson? This is Jim Palmer, Anna’s father. I am afraid she won’t be able to make the Senior Class trip. She isn’t feeling well.” He paused while the woman expressed her concern. “I know she was really looking forward to it but if it is something more serious she will be too far away from medical attention. Ok, you too. Bye” He hung up and carried his daughter’s bags and placed them in the trunk of his car. Then he scooped up his drugged daughter and laid her in the back seat and drove to Sheila’s house. He pulled up and carried his daughters limp body to the back door where Sheila let him in. “Is it all set up?” he asked. “Yes” she nodded, “downstairs.” He carefully carried her down the stairs. Sheila had set up a small twin bed in the center of the room. There was an ample amount of rope and a rag for gagging her lying on the top. The effects of the drug began to wear off about three hours later and Anna’s eyes opened to a dark, unfamiliar room. She saw her father sitting in a folding chair across from the bed. She tried to move her arm but found it was securely tied to the bed frame. She also took note that all her clothes had been removed. She tugged in fear and frustration. “Let me go!” she screamed, “They will be looking for me at the school!” He smiled “No they won’t, oh and Mrs. Peterson sends her regards.” He sat next to her on the bed. She spit in his face. Jim drew back his hand and with a loud crack hit her across the face. She whimpered at the sting of his hand on her cheek. He had never hit her in her eighteen years of life. He untied her hand and grabbed her by the hair forcing her naked body into a kneeling position. “You wanted a car so fucking bad?” he yelled his anger erupting. “Well you are going to earn it you little bitch.” He held her head firmly with one hand while he unzipped his fly with the other. She whimpered and turned her head away as he exposed his hardening dick to her face. He yanked her head back forcefully and she opened her mouth and let out a small scream He took the opportunity to shove his dick, hard with rage and excitement in her mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise as she tried to pull away. “No Princess.” He said calmly, “You wanted daddy’s dick so bad? Well now you have it!” Salty tears ran down her face as she struggled to get free. “Now, I want you to suck it like daddy’s good little whore” he growled. “And if you so much as think about biting me, it will be the last thing you taste” She whimpered in defeat and began sucking hard at his enlarged penis. He grabbed her head and shoved himself further. Her eyes burst into tears as she gagged while he forced his dick into the back of her throat. He could feel himself about to go over the edge and he backed off a little, allowing her to breath. She thought it was over when she felt a shot of warm cum shoot into her mouth. She tried to spit but he held her firm until she was forced to choke down every drop. White drippings of cum rested at the corners of her mouth as his withdrew his shrinking penis. She sat on the floor coughing and defeated. He grabbed her by the arm and jerked her off the floor and onto the bed where he once again secured her hands and feet to the bed rails. She lay there crying as her dad zipped himself up and quietly left the room. Her mother wasn’t expecting her back for two weeks…what would happen to her? The door creaked open and Sheila entered carrying a plate and a glass of water. She set them down on a bedside table and untied one of Anna’s wrists. She handed her the plate with a ham and cheeses sandwich. Anna grabbed it and nibbled hungrily as Sheila sat in silence. After she was done consuming her dry lunch and the water, Sheila once again tried her wrist to its previous location. Sheila returned upstairs and Anna was left in darkness once again. Anna awoke to the sound of a door slamming. She opened her eyes to see her father standing before her. Once again he untied her and forced her to her knees for her daily breakfast of hot semen. Then he called to Sheila and asked her for the riding crop that she was so fond of using in bed. Sheila left and returned crop in hand and gave it over to Jim. He leaned Anna over his lap and gave her a sharp crack on her thigh. “You have been a bad little girl” he said hatefully, “you deserve to be spanked like one.” He gave her another sharp smack and she cried out from the sting. He hit her again on the smooth pale skin of her ass, a little harder each time until her skin was laden with deep red welts. He allowed Sheila to take his sobbing daughter upstairs to the bathroom to clean her self and use the restroom, hands tied. After a hot bath she was given another sandwich and glass of water and returned to her prison. A few hours later her father returned, ready for more. He looked at Anna, face puffy and red from crying. He took the rope around her ankles and retied her in a spread eagle position. As he undressed, Anna whimpered in resistance. Her father ignored her pleas and climbed on top of her. She screamed out as her father plunged deep inside her. With every desperate scream he thrust harder until he was ready to burst. In an explosion of pleasure he came inside her, something he had been denied the first time. Anna lay there shaking and sobbing, her pussy sore from the harshness of her father. For the next week he repeated his ritual of a forced blow job followed by a hard fucking. Then, for few days she didn’t see her father, only Sheila to bring her food and to take her to the bathroom. Her father finally returned to find out the truth about his wife. He sat down in the chair beside her bed and sighed. In his hand he held a red candle and a book of matches. He lit the candle and let the wax heat up. “So…who is your dear mother fucking?” Anna remained silent. Jim tipped the candle, allowing scalding red wax to drip on her chest. Anna screamed out in pain. “Let’s try again” he said. Again she was silent. He took the tip of the candle and held it to her side. The flames licked at her flesh and a red burn started to form. Anna screamed and wriggled in pain. “Ok!” she yelled. “I’ll tell you! Just stop…please!” she begged. Jim listened as a sobbing Anna told of Violet’s affair. Anna had stayed after church one evening and had gone looking for her mother. She walked in to find her mother and Father John in a passionate embrace. Scared of being ratted out, her mother enlisted the help of her daughter. Her daughter was simply supposed to set up her father and get proof of his cheating, but when Sheila had produced his picture and had laid that offer on the table, she couldn’t resist. Jim thought in silence. So that was why she was so scared. A fucking priest! Her family name would be dragged through the mud and she would be cut from the will. Jim left Anna, he was done for today. The following day, he returned, a Polaroid camera in hand. He took several shots of her tied down and a few as she sucked his dick. He lay the camera and photos aside and tied Anna into a kneeling position. He crawled behind her and felt between her legs. She fought his touch, refusing to get turned on. He slipped two fingers inside her small pussy and finger fucked her. She tried to resist but the sensation felt too good and she let out a small moan. “Do you like that?” her father asked. He could smell the sweet aroma as her pussy became wet with pleasure. He slid his dick into her and gave a few hard thrusts. After his dick was nice and lubricated with her juices and his pre cum he withdrew and pressed it against her virgin ass. She gasped as her father eased into her asshole. She screamed from the tightness of her father’s dick in her ass. She wailed as her father repeatedly assaulted her ass, sore from welts and his fucking. He could smell the salty sweat rolling down her cheek as he continued pounding into her. The pain had subsided and a more pleasurable feeling had taken over. She fought off the need to orgasm; she did not want to express her enjoyment. He continued a moment longer until she felt a hot burst of liquid in her butt. Jim slid out and took in a deep breath. Anna could feel thepassion of her father running down between her legs. Jim cleaned himself up and gave his wife a call. “Hi honey, can we meet for dinner? How about at Olive Garden at 7:00?” She agreed and he grabbed the photos from the basement. 7:00 came and Jim entered The Olive Garden and walked up to his wife. He kissed her on the cheek and they followed the hostess to their table. They ordered drinks and were left alone for a moment. Jim withdrew the photos from his pocket and threw them across the table to his wife. It only took a moment for a horrified look to register on her face. “I know you set me up, you bitch!” She couldn’t speak. “Father John?” he asked in amazement. Violet looked flushed as she fumbled for words. “Where is she?” “Oh, she is safe. She is however not enjoying herself.” Jim chuckled. “What do you want?” she asked. “I want a divorce.” He stated. “No prenuptial agreement no one needs to know about my affair or yours. I leave and that is the end of it.” Violet agreed to disregard the agreement in return for her daughter. Jim returned to Sheila’s house and let Anna loose. “Get dressed and get the hell out of here!” She gathered her things and frantically called her mother to pick her up. When her mother arrived Anna gave her a hug and sobbed joyfully. Jim smiled in contentment. Now the two bitches could live in peace. He was finally free… for now. Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 02 The last two months have been total bliss. My new job was great and gave me the option to work from my home office most of the time. I'd been able to fuck, make love and use my daughter as I saw fit. Liv seemed to be settling in great here, and she has also taken on the role of house girl wonderfully. I had been afraid that she was going to get bored with the normal house cleaning ritual. She had mentioned to me before that she was interested in starting college, and she was still only a teenager. It was probably a good idea. "Hey Liv, can you come here a minute?" I called from the office. "Morning Daddy," she said as she trotted in with a cup of coffee dressed in purple cotton boy shorts that showed off her nice round ass and a tiny white tank top that made her breasts seem twice as big as their normal size. "Here's some coffee, I figured you might need some." "Thanks sweetie. I've been thinking. Would you be interested in taking some classes at the college next month?" Liv's eyes lit up. "Well sure Daddy, but who's going to tend to you while I'm at class?" "Well honey, work has asked me to start coming into the office two days a week until this huge project is finished, that could easily be six months or so." "Oh," she said, looking away with a disappointed tone. "Honey, its only two days a week and that's why I think you should take some classes. Plus, what would you do all day here by yourself without me here to fuck as I pleased? You know the rule that you can't touch yourself without my permission. Do you think you'd be able to continue to follow that rule without me here? You are quite the little slut." "I guess you're right Daddy," she said coyly. "Now go get ready for the day, I'm going to take you to get registered." Liv slowly walked out of my office somewhat disappointed, I could tell. She was quite the little slut and she enjoyed being fucked on a regular basis. But this was going to be good for both us. I knew she wasn't going to be able to behave herself and I wanted the opportunity to punish her. Liv's head was swimming. She really didn't want to take any classes and have Daddy gone two days a week. But she knew that he would be home every evening, and would take her the moment he walked in the door. But, on the other hand Liv was somewhat excited about the thought of a little freedom. Daddy has kept pretty tight reins on me. Walking into her room she headed over to the closet to get dressed, still thinking about the conversation she and Daddy just had. Liv's mind drifted into thought about the first night Daddy and she had sex. He promised that he would make her his little breeding slut daughter, but she wasn't pregnant. Why wasn't she pregnant? Maybe something was wrong with her. She started to get a little panicked. Her heart was racing, she felt clammy and her legs started to give way like they were made of Jell-O. Suddenly she felt someone grab the back of her neck rather roughly. It scared Liv so bad she let out a scream and her legs finally gave way. Daddy caught her on the way down before she could hit the floor. "Olivia, I've been calling your name for five minutes, why didn't you answer me?" he asked sternly. "I-I-I, I didn't hear you Daddy," she answered with a flushed voice. "You didn't hear me or you didn't want to hear me?" he said with some anger. "I didn't hear you, I swear Daddy, I was thinking, I'm sorry." With those words Daddy picked Liv up roughly and tossed her onto the bed. She landed hard with a muffled thump. Daddy walked over with his eyes blazing with anger. "You didn't hear me huh? Well, I think you're full of shit. I think you chose not to answer because you're mad I have to go to the office a couple days a week. What a spoiled brat you are!" he growled. He was now towering over Liv. He reached down and slapped her face. "You will not anger me like this again or you will be sorry," he hissed. Before she knew it, Daddy ripped off her tank top and shorts, exposing her naked flesh. She was trembling. Liv had never seen Daddy this way before. Liv was unsure of what he was going to do to her next, but the thought also excited her a bit. Still standing over her, Daddy slapped Liv's breasts one at a time, making them jiggle with great force. They started to sting and burn. She wanted him to stop. "I'm sorry Daddy! It won't ever happen again. I'm sorry! Please, please stop! You're hurting me!" she began to cry. Olivia's tears only urged him to slap her harder. I knew Liv was giving me crocodile tears. I knew deep down she was getting excited from her punishment. I could see her pussy getting wet. When her breasts were good and red with a slight purple hue, I pulled her legs apart, revealing her juicy cunt, and slapped it hard several times. She cried out again, "Please Daddy, please stop!" Her chest was heaving from her punishment. Her breasts were a deep red, with a juicy pussy to match. I stood over the bed watching her cry and sniffle. My cock had been hard and pushing against my jeans, causing it to ache. I needed some relief. I unbuttoned my pants and allowed my cock to break free of the restraints. Liv didn't even look at me. "Suck it you little slut, I shouldn't have to tell you. You know the rules." I slapped her pussy hard again, making her jump to attention and take my engorged member into her mouth. She had a hard time sucking my cock because of her crying. I forcefully fucked her face. She was trying to catch her breath between pumps. Watching her struggle brought me more excitement than I thought it would and it didn't take me long to shoot my large load of hot, sticky, white cum into her mouth. She did her best to swallow it all, but some had made it onto her chin and was slowly dripping off onto her slightly bruised tits. She licked off what was left on my cock and collapsed back on to her bed. I pulled my pants up and lay next to her holding her close against me. Her breathing slowed back to a normal rate, but her heart was still pounding. "You will answer me next time I call you, or your punishment will be far worse," I whispered lovingly in her ear. "Yes Daddy," she whispered back with a hoarse voice. "Now get up and get dressed, we're going to go get you registered for school. Don't shower or wash your face, also I want you to wear a lace bra and panties. I don't want you to forget that you were punished today." Daddy patted her ass, encouraging Liv to get off the bed and get moving. Her head was reeling, her pussy and breasts aching. Liv slowly got off the bed making sure her legs didn't give out from under her. She walked over to the dresser and pulled out Daddy's favorite red lace bra and matching panties. Liv put on a denim skirt, a t-shirt, and pulled her hair into a ponytail while looking at her face in the mirror. Liv's eyes were slightly puffy from crying and she could see the dried cum on her chin. She was embarrassed; Liv really didn't want Daddy or anyone else to see her like this. Her lace bra and panties felt like thousands of small needles rubbing against her bruised flesh, yet she couldn't help but notice that her pussy was quite moist. "Olivia, are you ready?" Daddy called. "Yes Daddy!" Olivia replied urgently. She didn't want him to think she wasn't listening. Liv rushed out of her room and down the hall to meet Daddy. When she appeared in the door way Daddy let out a slight chuckle. "Well, aren't you just a sight," he said with a smile. Liv wearily smiled back. "Are you wearing a lace bra and panties?" "Yes Daddy, your favorite red ones," she proudly answered. "Good girl, and how do those feel against your tits and pussy?" he asked eagerly "They feel like they are rubbing me raw," Liv answered in a small child's voice. Daddy laughed out loud and motioned Liv towards the door. My daughter looked like a small child who just received their first spanking, young, meek, and unsure of the world around them. I liked this look for her, but I knew that it was only something I could have every once in a while. I needed her to continue to grow up so that I could set my ultimate plan in motion. I know she was wondering why she hadn't gotten pregnant. I have seen her looking at herself in the mirror rubbing her belly. I felt bad I hadn't told her my secret, but felt that it just hadn't been the right time. We pulled up to the college and headed towards the admissions office holding hands. Liv looked excited, I could tell her bra and panties were still rubbing her a bit raw. Once in the office I handed Liv the class catalog and told her to find a writing and an art class that interested her. I already decided that I was going to put her in a math class as well. Liv found two classes that piqued her interest and they happened to be on Tuesday and Thursday, which worked out perfectly. I signed all the needed paperwork, and Liv was officially a student. "Okay honey, let's go get some lunch." "Okay Daddy," Liv said joyfully. Daddy and Liv headed to their favorite little café just a few blocks from the school. Liv couldn't help but continue to think about what happened in her bedroom. It didn't help that she had a constant reminder. She sat quietly in the passenger seat of the car, shifting every few minutes trying to keep the lace from chafing her tender skin. Liv could see Daddy watching her shift and move. He smiled at her and said, "Everything okay honey? You seem to be a little uncomfortable." "Oh, I'm okay Daddy," Liv tried to lie. "Sure Liv, are your panties and bra making your pussy and breasts burn?" Embarrassed Liv replied, "Yes Daddy, they are." "Okay, well go head and take off your bra, and when we get to the restaurant you may take off your panties in the bathroom and then bring them back to me." "Thank you Daddy." With that Liv reached back and unhooked her bra, pulling one of the straps down her arm and through the sleeve of her shirt and pulled it totally off through the other sleeve. Liv sighed a breath of relief; the soft cotton of her shirt was very soothing to her sensitive skin. We got to the restaurant and she hurried off to the restroom to take off her panties too. With another sigh of relief Liv walked to the table Daddy was sitting at. "Did you take your panties off, Liv?" "Yes Daddy, they are right here." She handed them to me across the table. "Good girl. Why don't you come and sit next to me?" Liv scooted out from the booth. I could hear her thighs sliding across the pleather with a slight squeak. I slid in a bit so that she could sit next to me. We both sat there quietly looking at the menu. I'm not sure why I was looking at the menu; I always got the same thing, a turkey sandwich on marble rye with cranberry sauce and Swiss cheese. The waiter came over and took our order. Liv ordered her usual as well, BBQ cheeseburger with fries and a Coke. With the waiter gone, Liv looked up at me still showing signs of her punishment from earlier. "Daddy, can I ask you something?" "Sure Liv, you can ask me anything." She looked at me lovingly with questioning eyes. "Why haven't I gotten pregnant?" "Oh baby, I've been meaning to tell you... I can't have any more children. I had a vasectomy shortly after your were born. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but I knew it was something you wanted so badly. Honey, I would love to father a child for you. Considering the health factors, it's really for the best that I can't. But I have been working on setting something else up so you can give me a child." "But Daddy, I want to have YOUR baby." "Liv, I looked into this, and it's just too risky on many levels. Don't worry honey, you will get your baby and we will be a happy family. It will happen soon, I promise." With those words I pulled Olivia close into my side and gave her a hug. "In the meantime let's have a little fun, shall we?" "Sure Daddy, what did you have in mind?" "Well honey, let me show you." I placed my hand on Liv's thigh and slid her skirt up high enough to show her neatly groomed muff. It was still swollen and sensitive from this morning, but it was warm and moist and beckoning to be touched. "Daddy, the waiter's coming!" she said in a slight panic. "I know honey; I want him to see your juicy puss." At that moment the waiter walked up to our table with our lunch. I left my hand high up on her thigh. I made eye contact with him and motioned for him to look down at my daughter's lap. He looked down and smiled. We ate our lunch in almost total silence. The waiter came by more often then needed to catch a glimpse of my daughter's well groomed cunt. I gladly showed her off. Liv enjoyed it too, each time she saw the waiter walk over she would open her legs and allow my fingers to slip between her red, swollen lips and fondle her clit. I rubbed her clit to the point she almost came right there in the restaurant in front of the waiter. I knew she needed to be taken and have that release, but I wasn't going to do it there. We finished our lunch and headed home. I knew Liv was mentally exhausted from the events of the day, so I sent her off to shower and get cleaned up. Liv undressed and stepped into the shower. She just stood there letting the water turn her body red from the heat. She grabbed her body wash and gave herself a good once over, being very gentle with her breasts and pussy. Liv's breasts still had a slight reddish tint and the swelling of her pussy had started to go down. Liv badly wanted to find the little hidden treasure nestled between her legs and rub it till she climaxed. But she was afraid, what if Daddy found out? Would he punish her again? How harsh would it be? Liv snapped back into reality as Daddy opened the bathroom door and told her to finish up and get dressed. Before she could reply Daddy was already gone. Liv stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself with a towel. Liv needed something to drink so she headed to the kitchen for some water. Daddy was in his office on the phone talking to someone. She paused for a moment to listen. "Great, see you around seven. Oh no, she will be fine, she likes it rough, wait till I tell you what I did to her this morning. You will enjoy it." Liv rushed off to the kitchen. I had big plans for Olivia tonight. While Olivia was in the shower, I headed into my office to check my email. While scanning through my email my cell phone rang, it was Jonathan confirming the plans for this evening. Jonathan was a co-worker of mine, well educated, attractive and willing to pay. He and I had been working closely on this project and had the opportunity to get to know each other pretty well. He'd been to the house on a couple of occasions to work, but I never introduced him to Liv. He'd seen Liv wander through the house in next to nothing and showed great interest. The last time he was here he asked how much convincing would it take to allow him to have an evening with her. I laughed and said it wouldn't take much considering how well I knew him, but he would have to pay me for her services and help get her pregnant. He was a little hesitant about the pregnancy part, but I assured him that if I was able to do it myself I would have. With that the deal was done. "Sweetie? Are you in the kitchen?" "Yes Daddy, can I get you something?" "No, thank you honey, come here please." Liv trotted into the office doorway still wearing only a towel from the shower. "What's up Daddy?" "Well honey, we are going to have some company over in a few hours and I want to make sure the house is tidy." "I clean the house everyday Daddy." "I know baby, I just want you to give it another once over." "Oh, okay Daddy." "When you're finished I want you to get dressed. I want you to put on the black sheer mini dress with black lace panties, bra, your good silk stockings, and your favorite stilettos." "Really? Who's coming over Daddy?" "Jonathan honey, now get to work." Liv headed off to her room to throw on some shorts and a tank top. Liv wasn't sure really where to start, for the most part the house was clean. Liv wondered to herself who was Jonathan and why am I getting dressed? Her thoughts were interrupted by Daddy's footsteps coming down the hall. She froze, but he was just heading into his bedroom. Liv grabbed her cleaning rag and started to make her way from room to room, touching up the dusting, looking for small things out of place. Before she knew it, six thirty had rolled around. "Okay Daddy, I'm finished up. I'm going to go get dressed." "Alright honey. Be out in the in living room before Jonathan knocks on the front door." "Okay" Liv answered back as she walked away. I couldn't help but watch the clock. I was very eager to see my daughter's reaction when she saw Jonathan. I paced around the living room trying to kill time. I heard the clicks of my daughter's shoes coming down the hall. I turned around and there she was, in her black sheer mini dress, black lace panties, bra and silk stockings. This was my favorite dress, it hugged her curves perfectly. Liv stood in the doorway with her lips painted a slight pink, emerald eyes glowing with excitement and her long red hair neatly framing her face giving her an angelic look. I smiled and knew that tonight was going to be very exciting. I just stood there taking her beauty in, when the doorbell made me jump. It was Jonathan. "Smile honey, it's show time." Liv put her best smile on and watched me walk to the door. I twisted the knob and pulled open the door. "Jonathan! Great to see you! Please, come in." Jonathan stepped inside, set a small black bag down and hung up his coat. "Thank you, Marcus, glad to be here. Holy shit! Look at you, Olivia." Olivia smiled and stood up straight, showing off her hot body and sexy outfit. "Doesn't she look great Jonathan?" "Hell ya she does, worth every penny! Speaking of which, here you go." Jonathan handed me an envelope stuffed with cash. I opened it up briefly and thumbed through what was inside. "Looks good. Liv, come here honey and greet Jonathan." Liv walked over slowly with a big smile on her face, his eyes burning holes into her petite body. Jonathan was one of the most attractive men she'd ever seen, other than Daddy of course. His hair was rich black, light brown eyes, slightly sun kissed skin, and she could tell that he worked out. Liv also noticed the crotch of his pants bulging. Jonathan stopped Liv at about an arm's length away from him. "Turn around and let me see that hot bod of yours." Liv stopped and did a nice little twirl, making sure to stick out her ass and tits. "Damn Marcus, you really know how to make 'em." Jonathan walked up to Olivia, rubbing his hands all over her body. Stoking her breasts, her neck and reaching around to grab her ass. His hands were strong, and very smooth. She liked the way they felt on her body. "Yes, you are a hot little slut. I'm going to have some fun with you tonight." Liv smiled sweetly at him. "She's all yours, Jonathan, do as you please. I'm just here to watch." "Oh my, where to start?" he said in a slight whisper. Jonathan walked up to the little slut, taking her in his arms and kissing her hard. She kissed him back, their tongues circling together. His hands roamed her body, feeling every inch. His cock was pressing against her stomach. Liv could feel it too and she pressed her body hard into his. Jonathan reached down and grabbed the bottom of her dress, pulling it up and over her head. Liv stepped back with a slight shocked look, but then smiled and stepped close to him again, kissing Jonathan hard. "On your knees, slut," Jonathan demanded. With a smile Liv dropped to her knees and looked up at him. Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 02 ...Hanna, my 18-year old daughter, was babysitting the neighbor kids down the street. One of them is four and one is almost six, and they are absolute terrors. I warned her about agreeing to baby-sit for them, but she insisted the money was too good and that she could handle it. I couldn't argue with her on that point. I had recently found out my daughter could handle a lot more than I could. Let me briefly explain what I mean by that. Months previous to this baby-sitting gig, on a mini-vacation with some family and co-workers, I watched my daughter fuck one of the guys I work with. He didn't know she was my daughter, but we knew what we were doing, even when she put my cock head in her mouth and sucked a big load of cum right out of me. We never talked about it, but Hanna was better at pretending it never happened than I was. She seemed fine. Different, yes. She had been a goth girl before the hotel incident, and her new look, short blonde hair and wearing skimpier clothes all the time, made her seem like a whole new person, not to mention the much cheerier attitude. Her grades were better, she talked to me and my wife more, got along with her siblings, and was altogether becoming the perfect daughter. She wasn't so different as to be a stranger, but the transformation was baffling. Because of the hotel incident, I suspected that sex might have been the catalyst for the new Hanna, but since everything about her now was good and happy and responsible, how could I get angry? Especially since at least a little of that sex had been with me? There was a downside, however. Maybe it was because of what I'd seen her do and what she'd done with me, but I was finding myself unable to stop fantasizing about the new Hanna. And despite her more open and talkative self, she was an expert at making me feel like she didn't even know or remember what had happened between us. I know this sounds dumb, but it made me feel rejected. And without her noticing, I was becoming obsessed. I wondered if that was the real reason I tried talking her out of this baby-sitting gig. I knew my wife was going to be gone all night, as were the other kids, and if Hanna stayed home, it would've been just her and I. Of course, that also may have been why she took the job. She left at around 4:30pm. The rest of the kids and my wife had all gone their separate ways by 6pm. I had a quiet dinner, then went to the computer for one of my recently discovered guilty pleasures: I'd surf the internet for pornographic pictures of girls that looked like Hanna. She had a great little body. Not too thin or thick, with a soft, round ass and big, firm breasts. That was easy enough to find on the net, but it was tough finding her body on a model who had a face as cute and sexy, and who also had short blonde hair. And her big, puffy nipples were especially hard to match. Tonight I was trying something different by searching for those realistic and customizable love dolls and trying to build a silicone Hanna, just for fun. I had just started picking out facial features when my cell rang. It was Hanna. She sounded on the verge of tears, which was a rare state for her to be in. She said she was having real trouble getting the kids to listen to her, and she didn't know what to do. She had called their dad and left a message, but he hadn't called back yet. She asked if I could come over and please help. I logged off the computer and tried to will my erection away as I sped out the door. A couple minutes later I was at the house, and Hanna opened the door before I even knocked. I could hear the two monsters screaming and laughing from further in the house. "Dad, God, I don't know what to do!" she said frantically. Her eyes were slightly teared up, her hair was tussled, and she looked completely out of control. I had never seen her this way before. As a goth, she didn't care about anything to get this worked up, and the new her was always so strong. But she was still my little girl, I told myself, and she didn't have much experience baby-sitting, especially since she was the youngest in the family. I followed her into the house and we chased the kids down. We had finally spotted the younger one in the parent's room, but just as we went to get him, I heard the older one yelling and laughing as he ran out the back door. We split up, Hanna going for the one in the bedroom, and me heading outside for the other one. I was still trying to recall the damn kid's name when I saw the back door open again and Larry, the dad, stepped through with the child in tow. "Hanna?" he called out. Then he saw me and his face turned bright red. "Oh Frank, I'm sorry about this." He marched past me and called out the other kid's name, who came running and shouting terrified apologies. Larry shouted a rushed apology to Hanna as he passed her and dragged both kids to their shared bedroom, already verbally scolding them. I followed until he entered their room and shut the door. I stopped right next to the parent's bedroom, where Hanna had found the younger kid and where she still was, her back to me. She was doing something with her hands and her body was shaking. "Hanna? Are you okay?" She didn't respond, but she did fumble at whatever was in her hands more furiously. I stepped in beside her and saw what the problem was. She was holding a smooth, pink vibrator and, with shaky hands, trying to put the batteries back in correctly. The kid had found it and taken it apart, and obviously Hanna didn't want Larry to know. Even though Larry was blaming the kids, and rightly so, the vibrator would be embarrassing for all of us. We heard Larry's muffled voice through the walls as he scolded his kids. I held Hanna's wrists to steady them, and together we screwed the cap back on and, to test it, we turned the vibrator on. It came to life with a low hum that was somehow hypnotizing, because in spite of both of our fears of being caught with it, we didn't put it away. Standing behind my daughter, with my arms around her, I felt myself stiffen. I knew this was a terrible place and time, but I also knew this was the perfect moment for me to explore the relationship that she had started and ended so recently. I slid my hands over hers, then took the vibrator from her gently. As it buzzed quietly but powerfully, I held it against her chest, between her breasts, and then traced it down to her tummy. Hanna's shirt was cut high at the midriff, so her belly button and soft tummy were exposed for the vibrator to touch her skin directly. And then I put a hand there, my skin hot but hers even hotter. I turned the vibrator, pointing it down and guiding the tip under the waistband of her sweat pants. Slowly I moved it down, down, until I knew I had it buzzing her clit. At that moment Hanna sighed, shuddered, and melted back against me, and my cock grew hard and I ground it into the crack of her ass. From this angle I couldn't insert the toy into her without taking her pants off, and that was out of the question with Larry still here, so I pulled it back, slowly trailing it back up her tummy, over one breast and a nipple, up the curve of her neck, and finally to her lips. I wondered if Hanna would take issue with the fact that this was another woman's toy, and maybe she didn't want it in her mouth, clean or not. But that fear was unfounded when Hanna parted her pale, wet, full lips, let go a nervous, pent-up breath of air, and then kissed the tip of the pink vibrator. She kept her lips around it as I shut it off, then eased it further into her mouth. I only put about an inch in, but that was enough to get her kissing and sucking it and swirling her tongue around the tip. I softly worked the tip in and out of her mouth, and Hanna licked her way down the plastic shaft until she was licking my fingers and sucking my pinky. My other hand slid against her skin from her tummy to under her pants. My middle finger found her hard little clit, but moved on, lower, until it reached her fleshy, wet rose. I curled my finger up and inside her, and Hanna gasped, stiffened, then very slowly succumbed to my finger. I moved my finger in gently, but I didn't fuck her with it. The two of us barely moved, just enjoying the penetration. Hanna had stopped sucking my finger, but I still held it against her open wet lips, feeling her young, heavy breaths on my skin. "Daddy..." she said, barely a whisper. The door to the kids' room suddenly opened. Larry couldn't see us yet, but in four short steps he would, so Hanna and I tore away from each other. My erection was quite obvious, not to mention that I still had his wife's vibrator in my hand. I backed against the wall of the bedroom, crouched behind the dresser, and hid. Larry would only see me if he came into the room, but Hanna took care of that by exiting and closing the door behind her. I heard Larry apologize again, explain that he had punished the children to their beds the rest of the night, and then, to my horror, tell her he would have to get on the Internet and finish his meeting via web cam. Hanna had already told him I'd left while he was in with the kids, so now I'd have to sneak out to keep her lie from coming out. And worse, since he had no need for Hanna, she would be expected to leave, too. She wouldn't be able to help me sneak out, and I had no idea where this vibrator in my hand was supposed to go. But then Larry offered her more money for the fuss, as well as asking her to stay the whole night as planned anyway. His meeting was important, and even though he didn't expect the kids to be an issue anymore, just in case he wanted Hanna there so he wouldn't be bothered. Hanna must have known that to decline would mean my death, so she agreed and Larry went upstairs to continue with his meeting. My heart started beating heavily in anticipation of what might come next. I stayed in the dark bedroom, waiting. I knew we couldn't continue what we'd started, but just to see Hanna again would lift me. I just hoped she wouldn't ignore what had happened, because I wasn't going to. After about a minute, the bedroom door slowly opened. Hanna slipped in and quietly shut the door behind her. "Dad!" she whispered sharply. "You have to get out of here!" She wasn't mad, but panicked. She knew we were on the verge of getting caught, too. I came to her and we slowly exited the bedroom, then tip-toed down the hall. We would have to pass the staircase leading up to where Larry was, and the floor there was hardwood, so it would make more noise. We stopped along the wall, just before the hardwood floor began. Hanna leaned over to whisper in my ear. "The floor creaks, so you have to stay with me or he'll know there are two people, okay?" I nodded and we started off across the hardwood. It did squeak a couple times, but as long as we stepped at the same time in almost the same places, Larry would only think one person was down here. To do this, though, we had to be very close, and in fact the front of my body was constantly in contact with the back of Hanna's as we crept along. I even put a hand on her hip to keep us together. I didn't grab her hips with both hands because--oh shit!--because I was holding something in the other hand. Hanna realized at the same moment that she had never asked what I'd done with the vibrator, but now she stopped, turned to look, and saw it was still in my hand. We both froze, a step past the stairway, but still in sight of anyone who might stand at the top of it. "What do you want me to do?" I whispered, meaning did she want me to put it back, or give it to her so she could replace it later. Hanna said nothing, but she looked me in the eye, took the vibrator in her hand, and was about to go back to the bedroom with it, but I stopped her. I didn't put an arm out or anything. I just kept my own grip on the toy and didn't move. I don't know why, but in that moment, when our eyes met, she just looked so damn irresistible. It was the wrong place, time, and even the wrong girl. But I couldn't fight what I wanted. Maybe it was the fear of getting caught doing something so wrong on so many levels, but I needed this, and I needed it now. My hand holding the vibrator was low at my waist, but I still had to lower it a little to get it between her legs. I rubbed her with it there, through her sweat pants, and for a while Hanna did nothing. Didn't move a muscle. And then, slowly, her thighs closed around the toy. She put a hand on my forearm to balance herself. Then she brought another hand and put it to my chest. She was so different than how she had been in the hotel. She had been in total command then, and had been bold and teased me. But now she was so reluctant. Perhaps she decided the hotel was a mistake. Maybe she felt that she had to do this because I wanted it. I needed to know if she really was up for this. So I took the vibrator out from between her legs. But then Hanna looked up at me, not in relief or frustration, but something I never expected. Happiness. She was gently biting her lower lip, and when our eyes met, she smiled at me with the most confident, beautiful, excited smile I'd seen from her since that night at the hotel. She was back, and she was ready. Hanna dropped to her knees right there, closed her hands around my hand that held the vibrator, and began licking and sucking it as if it were a real dick; as if it were my dick, since it was in the right place. Not before long she began making slurping noises on the toy that were loud enough for me to hear, but probably not Larry. I watched my little girl suck the plastic dick, wishing it was mine which was just a few inches away, an inch bigger, thicker, and just as hard. But Hanna looked to be having too much fun, so I let her tease me and watched her hungrily as she sucked hungrily. After too long she stopped and looked up to me, her mouth and eyes smiling and her tongue still teasing the tip of the vibrator. She moved her hands down, and pulled down her sweatpants, revealing a pair of boxer shorts. My boxer shorts. Too big for her little hips, but held tighter with a safety pin. I almost fell over at the sight of this, and my cock jumped. Hanna threw the sweats aside and stayed on her knees, still tonguing the vibrator in my hand and now running her fingers across her tan, smooth thighs. But her fingers worked up, grabbing the bottom of her little t-shirt and pulling it up and over her head. She threw that aside, too, and now kneeled before me wearing only socks, boxer shorts, and a pink and purple bra that held her perfect breasts even higher than normal. Then Hanna began to slowly stand up, grabbing my clothes with one hand to help her climb to her feet, and guiding the silent vibrator with her other hand, making sure it ran down her neck, over and then between her breasts, and across her soft and flat tummy. At that point, I don't know if it was her controlling it or me, but we brought it down lower, beneath the boxers and then back up the leg of them, inside them. The tip of the vibrator found her wet center. And slowly, softly, we entered. Hanna gasped long and quietly. She kept her eyes open, telling me how good it felt without uttering a word. I fucked her tantalizingly slow, getting her wetter and driving the toy deeper a centimeter at a time. When she was thoroughly soaked and had most of the toy inside her, I turned it on and felt not just my hand, but her whole body buzzing with it. Hanna threw her arms around me and hugged me tight. Then she moved her fingers to my chest and began unbuttoning my shirt, kissing my skin with soft, wet pecks as she revealed it. When she moved too low, she guided my hand to slip the vibrator out of her, and she brought it to her mouth, turned it off, and sucked it seductively while unbuttoning the rest of my shirt. She seemed to love the taste of herself, because she licked the toy thoroughly and was salivating more than before, with strings of spit actually dripping to her knees. More through impulse rather than planning, this gave me an idea. I brought my other hand and wrapped it around the vibrator, then used her spit as lube and jerked the toy as if I were jerking myself. Hanna got into, too, and sat back below me to watch, her mouth open as she quietly urged me on. "Come on! Come on, Daddy! Cum on me!" Her words were the faintest whispers, but they were al I could hear. Finally, when I was so worked up from stroking the fake toy that I thought I might actually cum, I grunted in frustration, then reached for my daughter's face with my hand wet with her spit. I held her cheek, pulling her to me, and she turned to lick and suck my hand. I brought her face against my crotch and my straining erection, then moved my hand into her blond hair and to the back of her head. She kissed me through my jeans as her hands unbuckled my belt and unfastened me. The hardwood floor creaked and groaned beneath us as our weight shifted, but we didn't stop. When my pants came down and my cock sprung free, I was too hot to even let Hanna suck me. I just held her face against me, my dick on her cheek and eye and forehead, and her lips at my balls, her breath beating against them. She was warm, I was scalding, and yet we were both shaking as if chilled. I didn't want to move her because I feared I'd cum if she took me in her mouth, and I didn't want to just look at her. I'd had enough looks to last a lifetime. I wanted to feel her. So I kept her pressed against me, but I relented when she began to move. She dipped under me, pushing her nose into my scrotum and tonguing my perineum. I threw my head back and tried not to scream. After a good amount of nibbling in the place even my wife hadn't explored, Hanna stopped and smiled at me, her hand gently cupping my balls. "Dad. Let's move to the family room." We snuck back the way we had come, went through the dining room and down a little hall and into the large, sunken living room. I suspect Hanna picked this spot because it was the furthest away from Larry, who was one floor up and on the other side of the house entirely. It gave us more freedom to make noise and more time if we heard someone coming down the steps or through a door. "The couch," Hanna directed, her voice soft but almost normal in volume now, and much more confident in tone. This was the Hanna I met in the hotel room all those months ago. My heart skipped as I realized this. Hanna kept the lights off, but took me to the couch by the hand while also turning on the big screen TV (and muting it) for a little light. I never checked to see what was playing. The couch was huge and leather. I took my clothes off and Hanna watched, keeping hers on and occasionally helping, then led me to lie back on the couch. It was cold against my skin, but that helped me to calm down, if only a little. The leather creaked under my weight, but not enough to cause alarm. Once I was settled, Hanna crawled up on top of me and laid her small but very womanly body on mine. She kissed my chest again, sucked my nipples, then worked up to my lips and kissed me with all the passion in the world. For a brief moment I actually forgot she was my daughter and saw myself in another male fantasy--that of the boyfriend sneaking in while his girlfriend babysat. I felt like a teenager, and I was at least as horny as one. As we made out, Hanna grabbed my cock with one delicate little hand and stroked it steadily. Soon I was thrusting my hips against her hand, and I sucked on her tongue like it was candy. My hands eventually unclasped her bra and I tossed it across the room. Feeling her big, full breasts in my hands and on my chest was beyond thrilling. Her puffy nipples scraped across my skin, and she stopped kissing me so she could rise up and feed them to me. I sucked them like a madman, and she bounced them energetically against my face. Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 02 I was so overwhelmed that I didn't even realize Hanna had taken her boxers off until I felt her naked, soaking wet pussy slide up the length of my hard-as-steel cock, and then plunge onto it. I couldn't help but yell out. It was so, so fucking good. In the hotel, I had only had my daughter's mouth, and barely that. But now I was actually inside her, actually fucking her. No. She was fucking me. But not for long. No sooner had I filled her with cock when Hanna jumped off of me and began pulling me to get up off the couch. "Go!" she whispered. "In the closet!" I understood her tone to mean that someone was coming. She must have heard something that I didn't; maybe one of the kids. Hopefully not Larry. I scrambled to the closet and jumped inside. It had a folding door, so there was enough of a crack for me to peek through and watch what happened. Whoever had heard us was closer than I thought, because I immediately heard footsteps, and I knew they were too heavy to be that of a kid. "Hanna? What is"-- It was Larry. He had just stepped into the room and was holding the sweat pants and t-shirt Hanna had thrown on the floor near the stairwell. But he froze when he saw Hanna, who had only enough time to hide me, but not herself. She was on the couch face down, but watching the TV, her delicious, bare, teenage ass slightly raised and a hand beneath her, busily frigging herself. Her other hand was on the TV remote, which I suspect she had used as I ran to the closet, because what was on the no longer muted TV (that I could hear, but not see) was very obviously a sex scene between a man and a woman. "Holy shit!" Larry said. "I'm sorry," Hanna gasped as she continued fingering her twat. "I just couldn't help it." Larry just stood there. I knew what he wanted to do, and I'd have been shocked if he didn't at least try it. But Hanna didn't even give him a chance to take the lead. "Please," she begged. "Don't tell anyone. Especially Marci." Marci was Larry's wife. "She'd tell my mom, and"-- "Don't worry," Larry said, still stunned. He could've left right then, but didn't. In fact, he walked further into the room, approaching her as she continued to work herself. "But why are you doing this here? You had to know you'd get caught. And where did you find the tape?" "The kids brought it out. They had a whole stack of them, and we watched a couple, but they were just vacation videos, like Disney World and stuff. And then I put in this one, and it was...this." I realized what they were talking about just then because, at that moment, the woman on the video called out Larry's name. And the voice of the woman was definitely not Marci's. This was a sex tape with Larry and either an old girlfriend or a mistress. "I shut it off before they noticed, I promise," Hanna continued. "And put them all back. But I kept this one because you...it was so hot..." I swallowed hard. It didn't bother me much that Hanna was seducing Larry. That was how it had started months ago. With her inviting me to watch her with another man, because she knew I enjoyed being the voyeur. And I knew she loved being the exhibitionist. Hanna stopped fingering herself and sat up to face Larry, who stood before her. I couldn't see his eyes but knew they wouldn't be able to pry away from her breasts. "Will you do those things to me, Larry?" she asked, pouting. "Hanna...I'm, I'm married. That's my old fiancé on that tape. I just forgot I had it. I don't think we should"-- "Then just let me suck you. As an apology. And a thank you, for not telling on me." "Oh Jesus...Okay..." But Hanna was already sitting before him, her legs spread, and his pants were already unfastened by the time Larry said "okay". She pulled his hard-on out and licked it, then got to sucking right away. He had a big dick, and my little girl seemed to love taking as much of it as she could, stuffing her mouth and even throating him. She made lots of noise, gagging and gurgling and spitting his precum back on him. She moaned and begged and complimented how he felt in her mouth and how he tasted. It was the ultimate blow-job, and Hanna knew how to keep Larry just at the edge, because after five minutes he was shaking violently from overload, but after fifteen whole minutes, he was still on the edge. He told her over and over how good she felt and how much he loved what she was doing. It was so hot, even I was rock hard, and I hadn't touched myself since getting in the closet. Meanwhile, in the background, the video of Larry and his ex-fiance was reaching the end of it's scene. I heard the woman screaming out, and Larry grunting. "Mmmm," Hanna said after the people on the video had ended their climaxes. "Now doesn't all this make you want to fuck me?" "No, no," Larry gasped. "I can't. I just can't. But I need to cum soon. Can you grab the waste basket or something?" He was very nearly out of breath, and his legs were wobbly. Hanna sucked on for a while longer as he tried to hold back. "You don't have to do that," she said slyly. "You can do it in my mouth or even on my face if you want to." Those words were enough to put him over the top. Larry fell forward and Hanna went with him, lying back on the couch. He grabbed the back of her head with one hand and she pointed his cock at her face and jerked it off while lapping at the big swollen head. Suddenly cum blasted out onto her face, and Larry was screaming. The first shot alone heavily splattered Hanna's chin, nose, forehead, and both cheeks. But then Larry was begging for her to suck him, and so she wrapped her lips around him and took him deep, letting the rest of his load into her mouth and swallowing it all down in big, noisy gulps. His limbs shaking, Larry finally pulled out of and off of my daughter and collapsed on the floor beside the couch. He kept panting "Oh my God" over and over, still in shock over what happened and how amazing it had been. He was soon deflated, and eventually the "Oh my God's" sounded more like announcements of regret over what he had just done. Then suddenly he got up, gathered his clothes, and ran back upstairs. A moment later I heard the shower running. Not a second later, I launched myself out of the closet. All the while Larry had been coming down from his orgasm, Hanna had still been trying to get hers. She'd been splayed out on the couch, rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples. And I'd been fighting to move as I hid in that closet. But now he was gone and I was going to give Hanna what she wanted and give myself what I desperately needed. Thinking with me, Hanna jumped off the couch and into my arms. We stumbled past the couch, then hit a wall, and already I was inside her. I pumped as hard as I dared, and then I pumped harder, but Hanna just bounced against me harder in return. She screamed into my shoulder, shouting that she was cumming, then shouting that she was cumming again. I don't know how I lasted even that long, but I still wasn't done. I wiped my hand over her face to get as much of the cum off her as possible, and then we kissed hard, like lovers, and I continued to slam her up against the wall. Hanna wrapped her legs tighter and tighter around my waist, her full weight in my arms, and I grabbed an ass cheek in each hand for leverage. Then, just when I knew I was about to cum and wouldn't be able to take it, I launched myself backward, over the armrest of the leather couch and fell back onto it as my cum started spraying. Tragically, my cock fell out of her during the fall, or maybe she pulled off of me. But my cum sprayed higher than I thought possible and frosted the top of her head, her face, both beautiful tits and all over her tummy. It also rained down on me, especially when Hanna caught my dick and jerked it off until she could lower her mouth over it and suck and slurp up everything I had left, which was a considerable amount. In fact, I think I conceived all 5 of my kids with less cum than I shot into and onto my daughter that evening. And my orgasm lasted so long I feared I'd black out. As I tried to calm down, Hanna kept loving me. She crawled on me, smearing the cum between us, and kissed me more, this time delicately but with no less excitement. She also massaged my balls as my cock slowly deflated. And somehow she had found the vibrator again and was running it on low against her swollen pussy lips. We didn't stop this until we heard the shower upstairs turn off. Then we were racing again, gathering up clothes (Hanna had stuffed mine under the couch to hide them from Larry, thank God) and not even bothering to clean the cum off ourselves. I was still slipping my pants on when I rushed out the back door. Hanna came home soon after. Apparently Larry didn't need or want her around anymore. I understood. We both had wives that would never forgive us, and we both had some cleaning up to do. I didn't see Hanna for the rest of the night. The next morning I waited for Hanna to come down for breakfast, wondering if she would ignore what had happened like before. But the first thing she said when she came down nearly knocked me off my seat. "You really made a mess last night, dad. That stuff went everywhere!" My wife was sitting at the table beside me and fortunately didn't see the horrified shock on my face. "What mess?" she asked. "The toothpaste," Hanna lied, giving me a sly smile. "Dad didn't clean up again after brushing his teeth." She winked at me. "It was pretty sticky." "Sorry about that," I muttered carefully. She shrugged. "Don't worry, I don't mind. I just hope you have some left for tonight." And with that, I knew Hanna and I were in for a very interesting new life. FOR MORE STORIES featuring Hanna and Frank, check out 'Daddy's Little Girl'. Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 02 I'm sorry it's taken me 6 years to write a sequel. Life became kind of crazy and I didn't have time. Now, I'm in a more relaxed state and I'm ready to get back on the horse. Enjoy! _________________________ It had been two weeks since Mel had seen Daddy and she was nervous. Normally she would get a text message, an email or an IM. But there was nothing. Part of Mel felt really stupid for feeling so lonely because she hadn't been contacted by a man who had essentially raped her. She couldn't help it. Mel had been with a couple of other boys, but there was nothing there. Not like with Daddy. He had helped her explore parts of her sexuality that she didn't even know existed. The excitement of being with an older white man was evident. But when he pinned her down and fucked her like a rag doll, as much as it scared the hell out of her, it took her to orgasmic heights that she couldn't believe. In fact, she had masturbated to the whole scene almost every night since their encounter had taken place. What about Daddy? As depressing of a thought as it was, maybe Daddy had had his fill and now he was done with her. As it stood, he was 35-years-old and had told her that he had been with at least 40 women, a couple of them black. Maybe Mel was nothing special. Maybe she was just a hole that Daddy had gotten to fill for the night and now he'd moved on. Mel tried desperately to shake that thought out of her head but as the days slipped by without any contact, she couldn't help feeling that she was right. She'd even called the number that he'd left her almost twice a day with no response or even a sign that he'd gotten her message. As sad as she felt, she'd made peace with the fact that Daddy with just a one-time thing to never be repeated. Mel rested her head against the wall as she sat on her bed in her room. Even though she was in college, she had opted to stay at home versus staying in a dorm because her school was only a half hour away. Mel was successfully able to block out all thought of Daddy and finally get some studying. She was taking a full load, 21 hours which consisted of seven classes, only five of which she needed to take a midterm for. She had already finished the toughest ones, math, science, and English, and now looked to relaxing at home, something she hadn't done much of during the semester. She usually went out every night and came home so drunk she just knew that that would be the last night her liver functioned properly. Her parents weren't happy about it, but they wanted her to make her own mistakes. It was Tuesday night and Mel had a test on the next two days. They weren't hard classes, but it did require that she put some type of effort towards taking the test. It was 1 a.m. and she was about to turn in for the night. She had been studying for the past three hours and her eyes couldn't take it anymore. Mel logged on to her email account for the last time that night to make sure that she hadn't received any messages from her professors during her studying time. As she scanned through the infinite chain letters her friends always felt the need to send, she got an IM. It was Daddy. "Good evening Mel. What is MY little girl doing up so late? At this time of the night, you must be up to no good. And if you are, I won't be happy." Mel's heart skipped a beat. This is what she had been waiting for for days. She didn't want to respond and sound like an idiot. But she felt like she was owed an explanation. Without even answering his greeting or answering his questions she wrote back: "Where have you been? I've been writing and calling you and you haven't answered. I thought you said you liked what we did but you're not acting like it. Did you find someone else?" As soon as her finger pressed the "Enter" button, she wished she hadn't. Reading her recent message, she felt like a desperate fool and that she was going to run him off. But what she didn't realize is that Daddy ignored her for a reason. He wanted her to be consumed by thoughts of him and no other. If she wasn't, he would have abruptly ended their "relationship". However, she had played her part well and he was pleased. He was now thinking of a way to reward her. "I've been out of the country. I didn't have my cell with me because it doesn't work overseas. I got your emails but I've been so consumed with work, I haven't been able to write back until now. I'm still out of the country and I won't be back for another month. Are you angry at me my pet? Or did you just miss me a lot?" Mel breathed both a sigh of relief and apprehension. She really didn't know how to answer the question. Yes, she had missed him something terrible. If she told him that, he would always have the upper hand. On the other hand, that's why she called him Daddy. He was supposed to be in charge with her lapping at his feet begging for his attention. It was the order they had established almost a year ago when they first started talking. And it hadn't changed at all those far. "Yes, Daddy I missed you a lot. I'm up so late because I've been studying for a test. I have a test each day the next couple of days and then all next week I'm on Spring Break. My parents are going out of town to my aunt's house so I'll be bored by myself all week." "Well, get a good night's sleep. Maybe if you do well on your tests, I'll give you a nice reward." Mel smiled softly. Maybe he would get her the cell phone she hinted to him a couple of months previously that she wanted for her birthday. More than anything, she wanted to see him. She wanted to feel him again. She wanted to be his. "I'll try Daddy. Good night." "Good night, my pet." Mel shut down all the programs on her laptop and closed the top. She shimmied out of her clothes and slid into bed, making sure that she grabbed the jack rabbit out of the box that she hid under her bed. She spreads open her muscular brown things and pressed the small device against her pink clit. Her small bud immediately begins to swell under the vibrating touch of the rabbit. Juices begin to accumulate and pour out of her tight gash and she humps her finger, looking for relief. She thought about Daddy's hard thick cock sliding in and out of her chocolate cunt, calling her every filthy name he can think of, making her his bitch. The thought she loved the most was of him pumping in and out of her until his white seed shot out of her cock and into her love hole, coating every single inch. She stifled a groan as she came on his invisible cock. The orgasm was so powerful that it lasted almost two minutes. She hadn't realized it until she came down, but the moment the surge hit her, her hips jumped off the bed to push harder against the vibrating toy. Mel slowly came back down to reality and her bed as she sighed softly as sleep suddenly overtook her. Mel laid on the bright pink float as it glided over the pool's surface. It was Tuesday of Spring Break and she was absolutely bored to tears. Her parents had left on Sunday night for Virginia, telling her that they wouldn't return until the following Sunday. They trusted Mel not to have any wild parties or bring boys over. She had never done it before and hadn't given them a reason not to trust her now. All of her friends were in PCB where Mel wanted to be. But she promised her parents that she would take it easy for once and that she wouldn't go. Now she really regretted making that promise. They had left her $200 for food (her dad giving her an extra $200 for shopping) gave her hugs and kisses and went on their way. She slipped into the pool and swam around for a few minutes, finally climbing out to dry off. It was a warm day, about 75 degrees, which made it just comfortable enough to lie out without feeling like your skin was on fire. She spread a towel over a lounge chair and laid down, the white bikini shining even brighter over her brown skin. She had slowly begun falling asleep when her text message tone rang. She grabbed the phone and pressed the button to read it. It was from Daddy. It read: "Be ready. I'll be over at 10." Her heart jumped in her throat and her pussy became moist. Daddy was coming over tonight. Her legs began to quiver and her nipples became hard. He wasn't even here and was already having this affect on her body. She could only imagine what it would be like tonight. She hoped up, hurrying to go to a spa. A wax, manicure and pedicure were in order. It was 9:55 and Mel was giving herself a final look over. She had spent the last two hour getting ready. She took a bubble bath first, making sure that her skin was completely clean. She then took a shower and washed her hair using a shampoo Daddy had told her he loved the smell over. She conditioned and dried her hair, covering it in soft curls, also something Daddy liked. Her freshly waxed skin was made even softer and silkier by a white rose fragranced lotion. All that was left was her outfit. It was simple but so sexy. It consisted of a white camisole with matching lace boy shorts that rode up high on her tight, perky ass. She considered something more fanciful but knew that Daddy would appreciate his little girl keeping as few barriers between her and his cock as possible. She was ready. All she needed now was Daddy. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬ Around 2 a.m., Mel drifted to sleep. It was in part to anger, frustration and sadness. Daddy hadn't shown up. He didn't even so much as call her to let her know that he was going to be late or wasn't coming at all. She called, texted, and emailed him without an answer of any kind. Mel was so upset that she wanted to cry. But she wouldn't give Daddy that satisfaction. Even though she was completely hung up on him, she wouldn't give him the benefit of crying over him if he didn't think her important enough to come over. Why he wouldn't, she didn't understand. He sent her the message, not the other way around. Why would he stand her up? Mel's eyes had just closed when she began dreaming. It wasn't anything complex or even really memorable, but all of a sudden she got an eerie feeling. She felt like in her dream she was being watched by an invisible man. Every time she would turn around, that man was gone. It was like he was following her, but not meaning to harm her. It was so disturbing that even in her dreams, Mel told her dream self to wake up and get out of there. Although it took a few minutes, she did. Mel sat up in her bed, panting softly. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and turned to look at the time. Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning a feeling can over her. She wasn't alone. There was someone else in the room. Mel did the horror movie slow turn, knowing that if a killer was in her room, slowing turning to face him would delay the inevitable. She turned towards the figure sitting in the chair next to her bedroom window. Even half asleep in the dark, Mel could tell it was a man. That was all she could see. Still staring at the figure, she slowly reached backwards towards her nightstand in order to turn on the lamp. Even though she was scared out of her wits, she still needed to know what she was up against. She pulled the cord, softly illuminating the darkness of her room. Daddy sat in the corner, his steel blue eyes fixed on Mel. He sat back coolly, his muscled arms crossed in front of his chest. He wore the remnants of a business suit, his top two buttons undone. He black hair sat in a neat haircut, making his handsome stand out even more. A small smile sat on his lips. As much as he scared the crap out of Mel, he looked amazing. He had let himself in around 2:30, shortly after Mel had fallen asleep. He remembered her telling him stories of locking herself out of the house and how her parents had a hide-a-key hidden under a rock near the front door. Fortunately, Mel hadn't turned on the alarm or she would have been aware of his presence a lot earlier. He had gotten tied up in a teleconference with clients halfway around the world, where it was already daytime. He wanted to call Mel and let her know what was going on but instead decided to surprise her. He had slipped into her room undetected to find his little girl slipping. He wanted to wake her but instead opted to let her wake on her own. After his eyes had adjusted to the dark and he was able to find a seat, he sat and watched his angel, marveling in her beauty. It was a little after 3:15 and his patience had paid off. His beauty was now awake. Her heart was beating out of control. She was breathing hard and rubbing her eyes at the same time, partly trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes but also in an attempt to make sure that Daddy was really there and he wasn't just a figment of her yearning imagination. Mel tried to speak up but no words would come out of her dry mouth. After a couple of failed attempts, Daddy took the reins and decided to speak first. "Hello baby. How'd you sleep?" Mel finally took a couple of deep breaths, getting back to normal. All the emotions she felt before had melted away and were now replaced by feelings of need. She jumped out of bed and into his lap, catching Daddy off-guard. She placed each one of her legs around his and pulled his head down to hers. She pulled his lips hard against hers, making any control of the situation that Daddy had begin to slip away. She passionately slipped her tongue between his lips, trying to coax his out of hiding. Daddy responded quickly, wrapping his tongue around hers, pulling her body closer to his. She moaned softly into his mouth, making his hardening cock even harder. Mel didn't realize it but even at her young age, Mel turned Daddy on more than any other woman he had been with. At first he thought it was because the power she relinquished to him. But as the days past from their first encounter he realized it was because of her natural sex appeal. She wanted so badly to please him but in reality, she was a turn-on without even doing much. Just by kissing him she had managed to get his cock harder than it had ever been in a long time. It was incredible. He pulled her up farther on her lap, rubbing her panty-clad pussy against his cock through his pants. He felt her begin grind harder against him, as he hands slowly slid down to her ass. He squeezed her tight buns softly, causing her pussy to start dripping even more. Without warning, Daddy grabbed a fist full of Mel's hair, pulling it back and breaking the sensual lip lock. Mel grimaced in pain slightly. "You're hot for me. Aren't you, you little bitch?" Mel felt both offended and wildly turned on at his harsh words. She bit down softly on her bottom lip to suppress a moan. Daddy's cold eyes suddenly turned to ice. "Answer me you little bitch!" Mel gasped softly at his sudden aggression. She again lost her voice. So Daddy found it for her. He pulled on, more than roughly, off his lap by her hair. Mel stumbled towards the bed with Daddy's hand still entangled in her hair. The back of her knees finally touched the bed and fell on her bottom. Daddy stood in front of her, his crotch at her eye level. His enlarged cock was now clearly defined in his pants. He looked at Mel knowingly, her eyes slowly traveling up his body to meet his. "Go on, touch it. I know you want to." His was low now, almost guttural. Mel reached a shaking hand up to rub his cock slowly, still covered by their confinements. He moaned so softly it was almost inaudible. Mel knew better though. She knew this was the one place where she controlled him. She looked up at him again, her gaze dripping confidence. She reached her other hand up hook onto Daddy's belt loop as she slid down his zipper. The opening in his boxer matched perfectly with that of his pants and his hardened cock jumped out, right in front of Mel's lips. She licked her own lips softly before rubbing her tongue around his hole. He groaned again, this time making it audible. She smiled to herself again and began rolling her tongue all around the head. Daddy tried to stay in control but once again he was losing it. This bitch knew just the right buttons to push. She slowly sucked his cockhead into her mouth, still rolling her tongue around the head. All the while her hands worked to undo his belt and button, pulling his pants and boxers down to his ankles which caused her to have to remove her mouth on momentarily. She again took his cockhead into her mouth, this time taking at least two more inches. Mel began bobbing her head up and down slowly, her tongue again working his magic. Daddy's eyes became even better and his hand moved up to rest behind Mel's head. He could shove his cock in her throat, making her gag and choke for breath. But there was nothing like a girl, nay a woman, willingly taking your cock into the back of your throat in anticipation of swallowing your seed. Daddy wanted that more than anything right now. And Mel wanted to give it to him. He felt a felt tiny fingers begin to encase his balls as the sucking sensation increased tenfold. Mel's blowjob went from something soft and sweet to porno grade. Daddy was proud. Not only did Mel suck his dick like a mad woman, but she did so all the while taking his cock all the way down. And by that, she was deep-throating. He could tell that she had been practicing because in their first meeting, she could suck it down pretty far but nothing like this. Daddy began moving his hips in order to meet her sucking lips, the feeling more then he could handle. Mel's tongue, lips, and fingers worked in such uniform that Daddy balls began to boil. Mel could feel under her fingers that he was close, very close. So, she used the finisher. She took her mouth off of his cock and went down to suck his balls into it instead. She used her hand to stroke his cock in the meantime. Daddy began thrusting even harder, this time into wreck less abandon. Mel's fingers tightened around his cock as his eyes rolled back into his head. He groaned loudly as his white seed began spurting out fiercely. Mel quickly replaced her hand with her mouth and sucked down as much of his spunk as she could. He hadn't cum since their last meeting so he had a lot more liquid than Mel expected. She swallowed as fast as she could but soon remnants of his excitement seeped out of the sides of her mouth. Mel continued licking and sucking until Daddy's legs gave out and he pushed Mel's head away. He gasped both in pleasure and surprise. A girl this young shouldn't be this good at something like this but Mel was incredible. Not only did she suck his cock like a champ but she also swallowed his seed. He had had other girls' do something like that to him but not nearly as well as Mel had. She was amazing. He planned to show his appreciation sometime soon. Mel smiled as Daddy backed away in order to gain fading composure. She excused herself to the bathroom so she could wash her face clean of the rest of Daddy's cum. Before she left he grabbed her and pulled her back, kissing her hard on the mouth. He pushed his tongue inside her mouth to taste his nectar as well as her sweet spit. It was a heady and sweet combination. They kissed for a couple of minutes before they amicably separated and Mel blushed as she walked into the bathroom. As she washed her face off, she wondered where there relationship was headed. She hoped that Daddy would bring it up this time. Every time they talked about having a pseudo-relationship, she was always the one to bring it up and Daddy always ended it. "Maybe someday," he'd say when she asked about the possibility of one and she always let it go after that so as not to be rejected any farther. It hurt her deeply but she hoped that maybe through their meeting it would go to be less of a booty-call and more of something more. She finished cleaning off her face and dried it off. She checked herself over once more and exited the bathroom. Daddy was sitting underneath her covers, propped up against her pillows, his hands behind his head. He had a cocky grin on his face as she walked back into the room. They stared at each other for a few seconds. She thought he looked absolutely perfect in her bed. That's where she wanted him forever. He marveled at how beautiful and pure she looked. And at how much he was going to defile her. He held out his hand to her, and she walked over and took it. He pulled her into the bed with him, pulling her on top of him. She found out that he was completely naked under the blankets. It made her a little wet. Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 02 Once again they began kissing. He sucked her tongue into his mouth as she ground her hips against his growing cock. He could feel her juices gathering through the thinness of her panties which made him even harder. He was only kissing her and already she was soaked through her panties. It was so sexy. His hands moved down and cupped her tight ass. He began kneading her ass softly, pulling her farther up his lap. She groaned softly in his mouth, their tongues intertwining in a dance. He pulled her cheeks apart and closed them again, exposing her little asshole to the cool air. His kneading became harder and more persistent, causing her gasp in his mouth. Suddenly, he turned her over, causing her to lay flat on her back underneath him. Her beautiful camisole was suddenly ripped away from her tender flesh. Daddy lowered himself to the softness of her breast. He took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently. He reached over and began toying with the other breast with his hand. She moaned loudly and arched her ass up to rub against him. From this position his abs were able to rub right over her clit through her panties. It felt amazing. She began doing it harder and faster in earnest, an orgasm looming ever closer. This sensation please Daddy sucking on her tits was getting her closer and closer to going over the edge. Daddy sensed what she was doing and stopped his manipulations. He pulled away from her, his stomach covered in her sweet love nectar. "I didn't tell you you could cum you little bitch. Lick it up!" he commanded. She hesitated for a second, wondering if he was serious. The coldness in his ice blue eyes told her that he was. She leaned over quickly, licking all remnants of her off of him. He loved the way her tongue worked but he needed to sink his dick in another wet hole of hers. He pushed her back on her back down, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy juice coated panties were also ripped over her body. Daddy lifted her legs over his shoulders and moved closer towards her. Mel knew what was going to happen but she hoped she was wrong. She wasn't. Daddy took his dick in his hand and put it at the entrance of her cunt. He looked up at her and smiled. The shadows that played on his face from the lamp of her nightstand sent shivers down her back. She bit down on her bottom lip and waited for impact. Daddy pushed every last inch of his cock inside of her in one push. Tears began to well in Mel's eyes and she tried (and failed) miserably to keep them from falling. He nibbled at her ear and whispered for her to be a good girl. He began thrusting savagely at her pussy, causing the bed to creak loudly with every moment. The harder thrusts made Mel cry out in pain, which brought music to Daddy's ears. Harder. Faster. Harder. Faster. All of the air in Mel's lungs had long been squeezed out, as were any pleas for him to stop. At this point, she only took in short shallow breaths so as not to pass out. Daddy looked down, taking in the anguish on Mel's face. Why he always wanted to take what would have been willingly given to him, he didn't know. But he needed to take it. He wanted to take it. He always wanted her to know it was his. His thrusts in and out of her were so violent that the meeting between this thighs and her ass was beginning to hurt. He needed to change positions. He stopped his movements momentarily, sitting up completely. Mel hoped that maybe he had stopped one he realized how much pain she was in. Instead, he turned her over, her big beautiful ass presented to him. He wanted to take that dark little hole again but first needed to finish what he started. He pulled her up so that she was in doggy style position. Once again, he thrusted inside of her with wild abandoned, raping her tiny pussy. From this angle, Mel was better able to talk without Daddy's full weight on top of her. She began crying out from him to stop, begging him and telling him that she'd give it to him freely if he'd just stop. Daddy loved hearing her cry out. This made his full erect pole even harder. He wanted to enjoy the ride this ebony goddess was giving him and held back two orgasms just to do so. The wet sounds of his plowing into her filled the room. Daddy looked down and saw his white cock pistoning in and out of her black twat. The pinkness of her pussy shone brightly with the sheen of her juices and his precum. It was more then he could take. Daddy grabbed a fistful of her hair and told Mel to hold on. Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she felt him stiffen up inside of her. He gave one final thrust and let the gates that had been holding his orgasm back open. His cum squirted out of his dick so hard that it even took Daddy by surprise. It was so hard that even Mel could feel the white liquid flooding her pussy. It was so much that it seeped out of the sides of her pussy, running down her thighs and onto the bed. Daddy finished dumping his load in her accommodating twat and fell out more than pulled out. When they disconnected, Mel fell forward on her arms while Daddy fell backwards on his haunches. He gasped for air as he realized that he had barely taken a breath during his invasion. At this vantage point he was able to marvel at his work, the creampie he left inside her. His cum now poured out of her pussy freely, coating her silky brown skin and the sheets below her with his white seed. The sight made his cock twitch. Her puckered asshole opened slightly from the position that she was lying in, making his cock than twitch. It was getting hard again. "Don't get any ideas," Mel said softly, slowing moving towards the edge in order to climb off of her bed without hurting her pussy in further. She half crawled, half walked to the bathroom. She needed to clean his essence off of her. "When I get back, I want you gone." Daddy didn't say anything. When she came out 20 minutes later, he was. Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 03 What a fantastic night it had been already. Daddy and Mom both fucked me senseless. I was in a daze. I was not sure how to feel about all of this. Of course, I had been attracted to my father for years. I just never expected us to actually fuck. And here I was down on my knees in the shower making my mother come all over my face. My pussy is dripping wet, not just from the shower either! I could not keep my hands off her as we were getting out. I wanted to touch her and feel her body and make her come again and again. This was the first time that I had ever tasted pussy. I just could not get enough of it! I wanted so much more. Mom sat up on top of the counter and spread her beautiful cunt for me to eat once again. I started on the outsides of her pussy lips slowly working my way into her clit. I reached my hands down between my own legs and slowly started to roll my little love bud in circles. I could not get enough of my mother’s delicious juices. It turned me on more than I could have imagined. Her cunt was like a fine wine. It was aged with perfection. My mother and I both started moaning with simultaneous orgasms when I heard the doorbell ringing. “Oh shit!” I said hurriedly trying to find something to throw on. I could her my father talking with someone else. And It sounded like Mark! He had been my boyfriend for quite sometime and I had never had the balls to actually fuck him. He was an extremely attractive man. Mark was 26 years old and had a body that Denzel Washington wished he had! He was dark and muscular. And his hair was neatly cropped. On his face he wore a goatee most of the time. His big, fat chocolate cock was something I wanted right now. And I did not want to just suck him off again, I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to see his fat cock entering my mother’s juicy pussy too. But I was not sure if I could explain all of this to him. My mother and I kissed a few times while she was rubbing her long red finger nails along my pussy lips. “Oh honey, don’t go and get dressed. Mark would love to see you just like you are! You are so gorgeous.” Mom led me by the hand out of the bathroom to the top of the stairs. We could hear Mark and my father talking below. Mark had some sort of rope in his hands. “So, when they get down here you grab one and I will grab the other. We can tie them up over there by the fireplace. Trust me, son, I would be greatly honored to watch you fuck both of them.” My mother and I both looked at each other in astonishment. We could not believe what they were planning to do to us. But it did sound rather intriguing! And I for one was very curious to see what they were up to. We walked down the stairs and they continued talking amongst themselves. Mark was the first one to look over and see us. His cock immediately came to attention when he saw the sight of my mother and I. He walked over to us and grabbed me by the hair of my head. My mother tried walking around him to my father but his arm circled around her while his tongue was still buried in my throat. “Just where do you think you are going? Huh?” Mark said when he finished kissing me. “Well, I was…” He silenced her with his long tongue sliding in between her lips and kissed with a hunger that I had never seen in him. I could tell that he was extremely turned on by the circumstances. Mark grabbed both of us by the hair again and led us to the fireplace. He made us both bend over at the waist with our legs together. He proceeded by tying our hands to metal rings that were on either side of the fireplace and then he tied our ankles. My mother looked at me and I could see a little bit of shock in her eyes. But mostly I could tell that my mother was turned on beyond belief. I could smell her cunt juices in the air. Or maybe that was mine. I was turned on so much that I could actually feel my pussy juices sliding down the insides of my legs. Both of them were walking around us “inspecting the goods”. “You know, you have one beautiful daughter here and your wife is mighty fine as well. I can’t wait to get my hard cock into both of them.” Mark said as he walked over to each of us and ran his hands along our asses. “ I wonder if they can both take my cock at the same time in each of their mouths?” He untied us from the wall and sat us down facing him. My father was still on the couch watching us with a giddy, almost childish, look on his face. He was certainly enjoying this little show. Mark sat both of us up and removed his cloths. His dark body was glistening. And my cunt was throbbing to see him in all his glory. He grabbed my face and edged it towards his cock while he pulled my mothers hands up to fondle and caress his balls. My shoved his cock down my throat and made me gag on it. He had my hair tangled up in his fist. He was fucking my face with a fury while my mother softly caressed and his kissed his balls. Mark pulled his cock from my mouth and slid it into hers. It easily slid down her throat and she took his massive cock like a pro. I could see my father out of the corner of my eye with his dick already out of his pants and slowly stroking it. He obviously liked seeing my mother with another man’s cock in her mouth. I could see my boyfriend tightening up as he was about ready to come but he pulled out. Daddy stood up and walked over straddling my mother face on the fireplace. He forcefully grabbed her by her hair and forced his cock into her mouth as well. Mark already had me laid back on the fireplace with my legs spread wide open fucking my pussy with his tongue. It was going in and out of my fuck hole while his fingers were working in and out of my tight ass. Mark had his other hand between my mother’s legs and three or four fingers were buried in her cunt. Both of us were screaming and writhing on the fireplace. After my mother came a few times Daddy and Mark pulled me up and threw me to the floor on my knees. Daddy lay down on the floor and told me to climb on his cock. Mark finished tying my mother back up to the fireplace before he came over to watch me fuck my Dad. My mother was licking her lips as she watched his fat cock enter me. I would have loved to feel her lips kissing and caressing my tight little ass. Mark was slowly stroking his fat cock right in front of Daddy and I. He walked over and slid his cock into my mouth. He grabbed me by the back of the head and made me take the whole thing down to his balls. When he decided that he was done fucking my face, I watched him walk over to my mother. He got down between her legs and fucked her pussy with his tongue. I came all over my father’s fat cock just watching him suck my mom’s cunt. He then came over to me, he walked behind us and started rubbing on my ass. I felt his finger tracing my asshole before he slowly stuck it in. He was moving in rhythm with me. I could not help myself, I was coming again. I felt like such a dirty little slut. I loved every second of it. I could feel him putting his hands on my shoulders now. I knew that he was going to take my ass. At least that is what I thought. Next thing I know my father is looking at Mark and nodding his head, “Yes.” My cunt was filled to the max with two fat cocks. Both of them are working to please me. They made me come over and over again. “Oh My God…Daddy. Fuck me! Fuck me HARD!” Mark slowly slides two of his fingers into my tight ass while both of them continued to fuck my cunt. “Mark, that feels so good. Oh baby, please don’t stop!” Mark removed his cock from my cunt and I let out a little sigh, right before he took my ass with a vengeance that brought tears to my eyes. Here I was, sitting on top of my father’s cock while my boyfriend was fucking my ass and my mother was tied up to the fireplace coming all over the bricks. I could feel both of their cocks stiffen at the same time, both of the brink of coming. Mark grabbed me hair and slammed his cock into my ass growling as he came in me. My father grabbed both my nipples and twisted as hard as he could before I felt his cock exploding in me as well. Of course I was coming like a damn freight train. And of course my mother was screaming in release as well. Both my father and ark slowly pulled their cocks from my very limp body and lay me down on the floor. My Daddy tied each leg to an ankle and spread me wide open. They released my mother from the fireplace and she immediately dove in between my legs sucking and licking all of the juicy come out of me. Wicked Angel August 2003 Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 03 “How are you doing?” I asked in the phone quietly, taking a deep breath with a smile on my face. My youngest daughter, Tara who was nineteen years-old, was in her second year at the University just down the road maybe fifty miles. It didn’t seem like that far but it felt like a world away for me. She was growing up fast and didn’t have much time for dear old dad, or so it seemed. I cherished the sporadic phone calls, and the even more infrequent visits home by my blooming daughter. “I’m doing good, daddy,” she said bubbly, like she always sounded and I couldn’t help but smile at the sound of her voice. I shifted in my seat and I looked down and heard Keri giggle to herself. I winked to her with a slight grin on my face. Without even thinking about it, I reach down and caress Keri’s cheek lightly as I talk to her sister. If Tara only knew what had happened between her sister and I. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered if she would be sickened, shocked, aroused or curious. I could tell the same questions were on Keri’s mind. Slightly shaking my head, I turned by attention back to the conversation at hand. The next ten minutes was spent through the mindless chit chat with Tara as she brought me up to speed with her life. She was doing well in school, making honors this semester and studying hard. No, she did not have a boyfriend because she was studying so hard. That brought a sigh of relief out of me. I had always tried to raise my daughters properly, but sometimes it was hard being a man. There was no woman in their life for the girly things. She would be home for next week for the weekend and couldn’t wait to see Keri and me. I said goodbye, set the phone back in the cradle and turn back to Keri who was kneeling in front of me with a smile on my face. She takes my cock out of her mouth and lightly strokes its length as she looks up at me. “I love sucking my daddy’s cock,” she said with a smile, caressing the purple head against her cheek, lovingly. Her eye had a delightfully wicked twinkle in it when she spoke next. “Did my master like talking to his daughter while her slutty sister sucked him off?” I only nodded. Keri squirmed a little and looked up at me. She couldn’t read the expression on my face and I could tell this was making her uneasy. Without another word, she stuffed my cock back in her mouth and I could feel me enter her throat as she sucked me deep and long. I groaned and stiffened at the hot, wet sensation. I loved the way Keri sucked me. It felt like nothing else that I could describe. Wordlessly, she continued to suck my cock as I leaned back in my chair. The only sound was her hungry growls as she devoured my whole length. She slurped as her tongue licked up and down my shaft and swirled delightfully over the head of my cock. Even though I had just cum in her ass less than twenty minutes ago, Keri had worked her magic and I was now standing rock hard at my full ten inches. Her cute little lips strained to fit all of me into her lips which she eagerly did time and again. “Master,” she breathed as she continued to stroke my cock, her small hand barely fitting around my shaft but still stroking it slowly, the head against her cheek. “Master, may your little girl cum. Please, Master. I’ll do anything if you’ll permit me to cum.” I smirked down at her and she turned her eyes down to my cock as she kissed the head softly and lovingly. “You already do anything I want,” I reminded her. I chuckled at her light moan which only drove her even madder. She didn’t know if I would allow her to cum. It was in my hands. It was my decision. But I could tell by the movement of her body, the gyrations, the muscles flexing that she was highly aroused. As she looked up at me again her lips were slightly parted and I could tell she was breathing heavily. Her eyes were partly closed also. Finally, she whispered. “Please, master. I’m begging you. I’m begging you.” Her voice trailed off as she turned back to my cock and hungrily sucked all of me into her mouth, her cheeks pulled inward with light suction as I felt the head slide past her epiglottis and into the dark caverns of her throat. She was silently begging me to let her cum. The way she sucked. Her whole body moved, her hips rocked back and forth, not only increasing the sensation on my cock that shot through my body, but also increased her arousal and need. Looking down at her, I loved watching her suck me off. Some of it was the taboo nature of it. Some of it was the fact that she was my slave. Most of it was because I loved her and I knew she loved me. Today we would find out the limits of her love. I knew I had to have to her stop soon; else I would shoot my load into her mouth. I had other plans for her; I didn’t want to cum too quickly. Reaching out I grabbed a fistful of her long black hair and she gasped in fear and surprise I lifted her five-foot, two-inch frame effortlessly off the carpeted floor. Wordlessly, I stood up, my cock still rock her and watched her as she lifted up to her tip-toes. Her eyes were wide and on me, somewhat fearful and somewhat in anticipation, not knowing what was going to happen next. I stuffed my cock back into my pants. Without even thinking I looked down and admired the form of her well-shaped calves as she stood up on her toes. Working out, running and the sports helped her keep in shape and I couldn’t help but find her whole body lovely, like a tiny ball of passion waiting to be unleashed. She must have seen me looking, because before I knew it she was looking me brazenly in the eye and stood perfectly still presenting herself to me for inspection and admiration; what a slave she was. “Does my master like what he sees?” she asked with a coy smile which quickly vanished when she see my blank unamused expression. She remained on her tip-toes but her eyes became downcast and she became silent. Keri bit her bottom lip in anticipation. Silently, I shifted my weight at the maddeningly erotic affect of her biting her lip. Her lips were pouty and full, beautiful to say the least; I would have to remain strong. As her master I would have to make sure I remained strong enough to remain her master. Slowly, I released her hair and I watched as she started to relax and set the soles of her feet down on the ground. With one look at me she quickly rose back to her toes and gasped in fear of punishment. I merely looked at her though. I would let her stew in her anticipation though; I had no plans to punish her for her indiscretion. I had other plans for Keri. “What are you?” I asked her in a conversational and quiet tone of voice. “A slave, master,” she answered meekly, hoping she it was the proper response. “Who owns you?” “You do master.” “What is the one desire of a slave?” “To please her master.” Her eyes shot to mine, begging that she had answered correctly. I nodded imperceptibly. “Who is your master?” “You are, daddy.” “And what is your desire, slave?” I asked this in a very soft tone of voice; it could have been menacing, playful or passionate. She did not know; she was not meant to know. It was her place to find out. It was my place to decide. “To please you, master.” I nodded and she relaxed a little, though still up on her toes. She was relieved that she had answered properly. “Do you know what the position of female submission is?” I asked conversationally. “N-no, master. I don’t.” I nodded and paused for a moment. “On your knees.” Without pause she fell to her knees and instinctively spread them wide, baring herself for me to view; as her master that was only right. Her hands fell to her things palm up and her back was straight, slightly bowed which pushed her pert breasts higher. This drove me mad with desire the way she displayed herself. Her chin was high but her eyes were downcast. “The rest of the position of female submission is to lower your head and cross your wrists above you,” I informed her. “The placing of your wrists together is erotic together but also symbolizes your readiness to have them bound by your captor, or your master. The head bowed shows subservience and acceptance of your position as a slave. I think it would be difficult for any female in that position to feel like anything but a woman.” She squirmed on her heels, rocking lightly in sexual need and arousal. I paused and looked down at her. “Before you finish placing yourself in your position, I want you to understand something. Once you submit to me, there is no turning back possible for you. You will be owned. You will be slave. You will be my slave to do with as I wish. There will be no deals, no bargaining, nothing less than your absolute slavery. It will be a life given to selfless sacrifice and love for your master. Your soul purpose will be to please me.” I paused, looking down at her, “in all things. I want that clear before you make your choice. And it is your choice alone.” Keri looked up at me, staring into my eyes without speaking a word. My heart skipped a beat in my chest. When she spoke it was her heart speaking to mine; her soul to mine. “Daddy, I love you more than anything. Ever since mom died, you have been the only guiding force in my life. It’s only been you to take care of me and let me know that I was loved. You’re the only one that has ever cared for me the way I needed to be cared for.” She dropped her head and brought her arms up, quickly and without hesitation, crossing her delicate wrists over her head. She spoke from her position. “I submit my all to you daddy, to do with as you please. I want nothing but to please you and make you as happy as you make me. You are my master. I want nothing other than to be your complete and absolute slave.” I leaned down to the table that was next to me and picked up the silver Celtic cross and the thick silver chain that held it. My hands shook slightly. I have not held the necklace since my wife had died; it had been her collar. Knowing my lovely Sarah, she would not have wanted it any other way than for her daughter to wear her collar. My daughter’s breath caught in her chest when she felt the silver cross being fastened around her neck. “I take you as my slave. I own you,” I said formally. “You are mine.” I stood straight looking down at her; it seemed like she was glowing. She reached up and touched the silver cross and spoke softly. “Mom’s cross necklace.” Her blue eyes teared up and looked like glass as she looked down at her collar. I nodded and she looked up at me. “I met your mother when she was sixteen years old. She became my slave when we were both eighteen years old.” I pointed at the collar. “That was her first collar.” I smiled when I saw the startled look on her face. “That’s right, girl. Your mother was a slave also. “We had talked about training you as a kajira. Your mother and I saw a lot of slave tendencies and wondered about it.” I chuckled. “I talked her out of it though. Looking down at us right now, I don’t think your mother would want anything else than for us to be here as we are now. She knows that we love each other and are devoted to each other.” Keri smiled up at me. “I love you master. I love you with all my heart.” I reached down and stroked her cheek. “I know you do.” She squirmed on her heels and she looked up at me through misty eyes with her lips slightly parted. She lifted her firm well rounded bottom off of her heels. “Master,” she whispered. “I’m in need. I need you. I need to feel you.” She looked away and then looked back at me. “I’ll do anything for you, master, anything. I need you.” Looking down at her, I did not reply for a moment. “You have a choice. This will be one of your few choices so think carefully. You can either yield once now, or you can wait until I command you to yield, and you can rest assured that you will yield many times over through the next day. If you yield now, it will only be once.” Keri took a deep breath and looked down, but stilled her body. “I trust you master. I trust you with all that I have. I will wait.” Looking down at her, I nodded. “You training starts today, girl. You will be trained in all the things that require of you.” She looked up at me in anticipation and wriggled slightly. “You will be taught how to please me in all ways, in all things. After a time these things will become second nature to you. Some things you will enjoy, others you will not. Some things I am sure you have fantasized about; others will be a whole new world for you. But in the end it will be done to please me, and only me, for I am your owner. I am your master. Do you understand?” “Yes, Master,” she whispered, breathlessly as she rocked back on her heels. “Position!” I snap. Quickly, she spreads her thighs wide and rocks back on her heels with her hands on her thighs, palms up with her back straight and her breasts pushed up and out. Her eyes are downcast but her head held high. She shakes slightly and her breathing is rapid in need. Without looking at her I walk back to my chair and sit down facing her. “Lift your ass off of your heels.” I command her. “Now using your left hand, open your pussy lips.” Keri gasped and shivered at the sensation but obediently held her slick and puffy pussy lips open for me to see her wet pink center that was waiting to be filled. She moaned from deep in her belly. “Such a pretty pussy. Such a pretty little girl you are.” I looked at her. “And it’s all mine. Now prove to me that you are in need. Prove that you are a slut that needs training.” Knowing what I wanted from the look in my eye, with her right hand she started to finger her pussy. “Oooooooooooh,” she moaned as two fingers slid over her clit and her hips bucked upward. She threw her head back and her back arched as her fingers flew over her clit in small tight circled. I could see her pussy juices coating her fingers and I could smell her scent which was heavy in the air. “Master,” she moaned, biting her bottom lip with an intense look on her face. Her fingers were pressing into her clit, pinching it tightly and moving in a counter-clockwise circle against her pelvis. “Master!” she exclaimed. I remained silent. Keri threw her head back and grunted in frustration but she did not stop. Soon she was growling as she humped her hand, her whole body moving and trembling as her fingers pleasured herself, pushing her toward the edge, awakening every nerve in her body. My own cock was throbbing inside my pants as I watched her in front of me. I always loved watching her mother masturbate and I loved to see the sleek twenty-two year old girl in front me of doing it just as much. I would need her soon. My own passion was upon me and I would subject her to slave rape soon. It would be part of her training. “Stop!” I growl in a low guttural tone. Keri grunts and groans as her hand snaps to stop her fingering and she looks up at me with a pouty, needy and very frustrated look on her face. Her whole body is covered with a sheen of sweat. She trembled lightly and her hips continued to rock, needfully. Wordlessly, I patted both of my thighs and she jumped up and moved to me with a delightful but still very passionate look on her face; it was intense; it was thirsty. My baby girl was hungry for some more. I felt her warmth and electricity immediately as she climbed onto my lap and threw her legs over the arms of the chairs. My nostrils were assaulted by the heavy scent of her sex. Keri put both of her hands on her thighs and waited. “Such a beautiful girl,” I breathed as my hands roamed her body, feeling the tightness, exploring the softness. Her stomach tightened under my feather light touches. Her hips rocked and shifted wanting more as my hands ran down the lush curves. I could hear Keri moan as she threw her head back. “Such a beautiful girl.” “Oh, daddy,” she exclaimed as my hands went to her breasts and found her rock hard nipples. The areolas were dark and tight, like the soft breasts that stood out for me. I ran the palms of my hands against her nipples and felt Keri press forward, seeking my touch as she moaned. “Daddy,” she begged as I rolled her beautiful nipples between my fingers. I pinched them lightly between my thumb and forefinger. “Daddy!” I pinched them harder. “Daddeeeeee!” she begged, partly in pain and shock. But the way her hips moved against told me that she found it pleasurable; she found the pain stimulating. Without warning, I pulled on both of her nipples and twisted them. She screamed in pain and started to move her hands to her chest but the sharp look made her stay still. I released her nipples with a snap and looked down at her reddened breasts. Keri looked up at my pleadingly. “Please, master!” she begged when she saw my hands moving back to her breasts. “Please no. Please! Master!” she cried when she felt my fingers twisting her nipples again but I could also feel her hips buck in need, I could hear her cunt making slopping noises. Her body gave away the truth. Releasing her breasts I looked at her. “Sometimes to please your master it will mean pain,” I explained to her, beginning my training of her. “After a time you will find pleasure in the pain, for the pleasure will be in pleasing your master.” I looked at her and she feebly nodded in reply. “The sensations will run together. They will become one.” Slowly, I ran my hands over her body again. She was on fire. She stiffened in hunger and threw her head back. I only ran my fingertips over her hips and she was ready to yield to me already. I could feel it in her tightness. She moaned as her fingernails dug into her thighs to hold back the flood gates. I stopped touching her and her eyes snapped to mine. I silently pulled on her nipples again and she lifted her body as I pulled the taut sensitive flesh to the ceiling. Her thighs were tight against me and her eyes closed. I could see her teeth clenched. I snapped her nipples downward, dropping her body down to my lap again. “Did you like that?” I asked softly. Keri whimpered and pouted but looked at me with a guilty look on her face, almost ashamed at finding pleasure in the pain. “Yes, daddy,” she whispered. “Louder,” I commanded her. “Yes daddy, I liked it.” Her voice was clear and she looked right at me. “Tell me what you liked,” I said. Again Keri whimpered and pouted. “I liked it when you pulled on my titties.” She stared at me. “I loved it when my daddy, my master, used my titties and pulled on my nipples.” “Only a slut loves having her nipples pulled on and used by a man,” I informed her. I smiled when I saw her face redden down to her chest and she shuddered at the words, and the thought, that she was a slut. “Yes, daddy. Only a slut would like to have her nipples played with like that. Only a slut would love having her titties used for a man’s pleasure.” “Are you a slut?” I asked her. “Yes, daddy. I’m a slut,” she whispered and looked away, flushing maddeningly. “Whose slut are you?” I asked next. Her eyes met mine. “I’m your slut daddy.” “I can’t hear you.” “I’m your slut, daddy.” She looked right at me. “Keri Ann Miller is her daddy’s slut. Her master owns her body and she is a slut for him.” “Would you like your master to use your titties again?” I asked. She looked at me torn between horror at the pain and desire to please me. She found no comfort in me demeanor, only a master looking at his slave. “Yes, master. I desire another one.” “Are you sure?” I asked, playfully, teasing her, taking her nipples between my fingers. I could feel her responding already in anticipation. “Yes, master! Please master. I need another one. Please!” she exclaimed. “Master!” she cried as I twisted her nipples and pulled downward, taking her by surprise. She had expected me to pull up and had readied herself for that. Keri dug her fingernails into her thighs as she gritted her teeth. “Master!” I released her nipples with a snap and regarded her inquisitively. Her whole body shook and I could see goose bumps, tight on her skin. Her breasts were a delightful red in color and her nipples were engorged. Her body was covered with sweat. Even through the pain I could tell that her tight twenty-two year old body was aroused; I could smell her sex and feel her hips lightly gyrating. Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 03 Looking at me, thinking that I expected her to obediently ready herself for more nipple torture, she brought her hands to her breasts cupping them and lifting them for me. Without a word I leaned down and blew on her right nipple. She gasped and shuddered at my hot breath, the mix of stinging and warmth. I moved to her right nipple and blew on it. Keri brought her hands to my shoulders and gripped my upper arms as she lightly moaned. “Oh God, daddy,” I heard her whisper as I used the tip of my tongue to lick around her right nipple. She thrust her breast forward into me as I flicked my tongue against her hard nipple and finally sucked it into my mouth, delighting in the engorged nub. I sucked and nibbled on it, flicking my tongue against it. She mewled like a cat and her hips rocked against me as she threw her head back. I moved to her left breast and did the same, swirling my tongue around the nipple. Her whole body was moving in arousal and need and I could feel her nails digging into my upper arms. She was a responsive slave; the very best kind. “Daddy,” she whimpered as I sucked the whole areola into my mouth and played my tongue against her nipple, sucking hard. “Daddy!” “Does my little girl like having her nipples sucked?” I asked as I released her breast with a smacking sound. I grinned down at her. “Ye-yes, daddy,” she whimpered. “My nipples are very sensitive to begin with and after the tittie use they are even more sensitive. I could have cum if I allowed myself to after you sucked on them.” Good, I thought to myself. She was easily aroused and came easily. That would make the training even more fun and easy for me. “When are you going to let your slave cum?” she asked with a whimper and pouty look on her face. I chuckled lightly as she rocked her hips against me, begging to be used. “When it pleases me to let you cum. But not until tonight.” She moaned at the torturous thought of having to wait. It was still early in the day. “You can still cum once right now if you wish. But,” I reminded her, “if this is your choice, there is no telling the next time I will allow you to cum.” Keri shook her head slowly, almost as if she was in a trance. Her lips were still parted and her eyes were half closed with a dreamy look. “No, master,” she said in a serious tone. “I trust you and will wait. I am here for your pleasure and will do as you wish.” I patted her right hip. “That’s a good girl.” Looking in my eyes, she snuggled into my lap and whispered, “I love you, daddy. I love you with all my heart. I promise I’ll be a good girl for you, daddy, my master.” She pressed her lips to mine and I parted her teeth with my tongue and explored her mouth. This was the first kiss that we had shared and it grew passionate. Soon she was sucking on my tongue like a miniature cock and her hands were wrapped around the back of my neck with her body writhing against me. Keri knew how to kiss like a slave girl. Sucking on her bottom lip, I broke the kiss and pushed her off my lap. She stood in front of me while she held her hands in front of me. She looked so demure, even nude as she was. “Stand straight,” I commanded and she complied immediately which brought her breasts up, displaying them beautifully for me. “Hands at your sides. The backs of your palms facing me. Now rest your weight on your left foot, flex your right knee slightly foot forward. That’s it girl. Now raise the heel of your right foot a little. Good. Now turn your right hip toward me. Raise your head high but keep your eyes downcast.” I regarded her and smiled warmly. She looked so beautiful standing there. It was a sight of perfection with her lines beautifully displayed. Her body was as relaxed as it could be under as much sexual arousal as she was under. “That is how a slave stands,” I informed her. “When you are standing before me, that is how you will stand.” “Yes master,” she responded immediately. Good, I thought to myself. She knew what response was appropriate. She was responsive and intelligent. I don’t know why I was so surprised. She was her mother’s daughter, after all. “Now turn around,” I commanded. “More fluidly. Good.” As much dancing and cheerleading practice as she had done, it was no surprise that she knew how to move with grace and beauty. It was only a matter of refining it for her new role as my slave. I reached out and caressed her ass cheeks, feeling them tighten under my touch. It was perfectly shaped as she was. With well rounded womanly hips that were taut from an active life, she had perfectly pear-shaped ass cheeks. Using my thumbs, I spread her cheeks and found her tight asshole that tightened under my scrutiny. Keri moaned lightly as she felt her sphincter muscle contract and then relax over and over, expelling some of my cum that I had filled her bowels with; it ran down the crack of her ass and to her thigh. “Please daddy,” I heard her whimper. “Please master. Use me. Your slave begs use. Please daddy.” Over and over again I heard her beg but I ignored her pleas. Looking lower I saw her nicely shaped pussy lips, tight and small without much use. They glistened brightly from her cunt juices and they were swollen and ready to have my cock sliding between them. Her musky scent was heavy in the air. I ran my middle finger up and down her pussy lips and I could feel her whole body tighten and contract at the touch. She gasped and whimpered and pushed back into me trying to get more as my finger came away well coated with her juices. “Please daddy!” she screamed. Again I ignored her. I could feel her cunt muscles beneath my touch tightening up. “Such a pretty pussy,” I said softly to her. She blushed red from desire and excitement at my words. I slapped her right ass cheek. “Bend over and grab your ankles,” I ordered in a harsh gravelly voice. She complied immediately which naturally opened up her ass cheek and presented her ass and cunt for my pleasure. “Do not move without my permission,” I commanded her in a soft voice that had steel beneath it. “Y-yes, daddy. I will obey. I will follow your commands. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she moaned loudly as my tongue found her cunt lips and slide between them, tasting her, feeling her warmth and her juices flowing. “Master! Master!” “Such a sweet tasting pussy. So beautiful like a budding rose.” I licked between her cunt lips again as she shook and shuddered whimpering. “Taste to sweet. Just begging to be eaten.” I took my time eating her cunt, savoring the taste and enjoying the feel of her wet lips as my tongue slid between them. I was pleasantly surprised to see how much juice her cunt produced and when I swirled my tongue around her clit I could feel her cunt contract and her lips tighten, searching, seeking for something to fill them up. She began to move against me, pushing her cunt against my tongue and my mouth where it felt more pleasurable for her, and before I knew she was fucking my face. Keri was making grunting and moaning noises as she moved and her whole body tightened. I could feel my baby girl close to orgasm. Paying her no mind, I continued working on her cunt, licking and sucking her engorged lips and teasing her clit. My face was covered with her copious juices as I sucked her clit into my mouth and tugged on the hardened bud as my tongue teased it, sending chills through her body. I could feel her bucking and fucking against me, moaning loudly with her eyes closed, her breathing coming in ragged gasps. Keri tried so very hard to not cum, to obey me. She made me proud by her obedience. Without warning, I pulled away from her and she moaned loudly and tried to push back against me to feel my tongue on her again. My hands stopped her and she whimpered in need and frustration as her eyes snapped open and she threw her head back which arched her back beautifully. Keri sucked her breath in when she felt my thumbs pulling her ass cheeks apart, opening her up for me to view. “Oh, daddy,” she breathed tensely, her sexual need evident. I watched for a moment as she tightened and loosened her sphincter muscle, almost as if in mock challenge for me to fill her bowels with my cock again. I smirked at the thought, remembering how tight her ass was. But I still loved the feel of her wet cunt sliding over my cock more. I pulled her back against she and I heard her giggle and grunt as the motion sent cold air rushing against her wet cunt. I maneuvered her to my lap and in one split second she was over my knees, lying across my lap. She knew what was coming and Keri looked up at me expectantly with her eyes partly closed. She wriggled her ass in the air. I knew my little girl loved being spanked but I would teach her the difference between a pleasurable spanking and a punishing, teaching spanking. There was a difference and she was too new to the experience to know the difference. Watching her intently, I softly pushed her head into the pillow of the couch to block her view. I wanted to increase Keri’s anticipation, never knowing when she would feel the next spank, waiting, anticipating, fearing. It would heighten the psychological effect of it, which is exactly what I wanted to do. As soon as she felt her cheek hit the couch cushion she knew what was expected and she closed her eyes for me, biting her bottom lip. She screamed aloud and her whole body jumped when she felt my bare hand against her left ass cheek. It was still reddened from her spanking last night which only increased the sensation. Now, Keri’s eyes were clamped shut and she was chewing her bottom lip, waiting for the next spank. Keri did not have long to wait because her whole body stiffened as my hand came down on her right ass cheek and I raked my short finger nails against the skin that was already red and on fire. I did not relent as I spanked her again and again, turning her skin a deep red, causing a bruise or two. She grunted and groaned as she felt the slaps against her skin. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! After the seventh spanking, her whole body was trembling and her eyes were closed but loosely so and she was moaning uncontrollably now as her hips moved on my hips. Her whole sensation had moved beyond pain, beyond pleasure, it was all one sensation now. I watched her intently as I spanked her three more times, adding to the redness on the small of her back and the backs of her thighs. Moving my hand just over her ass cheeks, but not touching I felt her cringe and tighten up as she screamed in anticipation. Yet, I did not touch her. I brought my hand down twice more, the hardest of them all, one for each ass cheek and she screamed again in pain, bringing her back to reality as the pain bled through the zone that she was in. She was a shaking whimpering ball on my lap, her whole body trembling in a combination of pain, pleasure, sexual need, desire and passion. I smiled to myself. I reached down and lightly caressed her ass cheeks, massaging them to bring her out of her zone. Soon she was moaning pleasurably and I saw a smile curl her lips as he eyes remained closed. My cock was rock hard now, from feeling her body move against me during her spanking. The stimulation on my cock made my whole insides ache. It was a sweet feeling. “Master,” Keri whispered as she opened her eyes and looked up at me. I looked to her and saw her eyes shining at me, slightly wet from tears but happy. “Who is your master?” I asked softly. “You are master,” she responded automatically, dreamily. “Who owns you?” I asked next. “My master, my daddy, owns me,” she responded just as quickly. “You own me.” “And what are your duties?” I asked. “Obedience,” she replied, an unsure tone in her voice. She cringed and stiffened expecting another spanking in case it was the wrong answer. I nodded silently. “And?” “Be beautiful and pleasing for my master?” “Good girl,” I said massaging her ass cheeks, kneading the tender and red flesh. “Your duties are unquestioning obedience, absolute docility and complete, selfish and loving service to me.” “Yes, master,” she replied with a far away look in her eye. “I give these things to you happily and without question.” “Good girl.” Wordlessly she got down from my lap and knelt before me in the position that she took so naturally and beautifully. She squirmed lightly rubbing her heels against her spanked and lightly bruised ass cheeks and I had to grin at the sight. She seemed to enjoy the feeling, as painful as it was. Keri was becoming used to her position as my slave. Taking a deep breath, Keri bowed down before me, placing the palms of her hands on the floor and her right cheek between them; she was performing obeisance before me. She craned her neck and looked up at me. Never breaking eye contact, she turned her palms upward in a knowing gesture to accept anything I give her. “I give myself to you master. I give my all to you now, to do with as you will. I wish only to please you.” I could see tears in her eyes. “I love you more than anything in the world, I always have daddy. I’ve prayed and looked for a man like you, never thinking the dream of having you control me would ever come true. You are a dream come true, daddy. Be my master. Be my daddy. You are everything to me, my world, my reason to be, the love of my life.” Silently I looked down at her as she put her lips to my feet and to my ankles and kissed and lightly nipped at the skin, lovingly and longingly. It felt could to have her kissing my feet as she was doing. I could feel her tears of joy falling against my skin as she began to kiss more purposefully, more needfully, beseeching me to use her. She whimpered as her whole body moved as she kissed me. Her teeth tugged on my skin and she growled playfully. When Keri looked up at me her eyes were shining and her breathing was heavy. “I need to feel you in my mouth, daddy. I need daddy to feed me. I need my master’s cum in my belly. Please master, let me feed from your cock. Let your little girl worship your cock and drink your cum. Fill my belly with your cum. I need you master.” With a slight tilt of my head I gave her permission and I smiled when I saw her eyes sparkle. She was like a little girl in a candy store who was just given permission to buy something that she had always wanted. Sucking on her lower lip, she ran the palms of her hands up the insides of my thighs to the bulging crotch of my jeans and her eyes were intently staring where she was working toward. Slowly and carefully, she unsnapped my jeans and opened them, kissing and licking my pelvis and lower stomach. She nuzzled my pubic hair against her nose and looked up at me with a cute expression crinkling her nose. A look of needful passion filled her eyes as she quickly turned back to her task as I silently watched. She lowered the right side of my jeans and kissed and licked my pelvic bone there. Then the left and kissed and licked the pelvic bone there also. I lifted up from the couch and she softly lowered my jeans down past my hips and lightly pulled them down to my feet and took each foot out one at a time. Beginning at my knees she kissed and licked the inside of my thighs, sending sensations throughout my body. It coursed through me, the adrenaline, the desire, the passion that we were sharing. My hardened cock twitched at every touch of her lips against me. I could feel a little bit of pre-cum dripping from the piss-hole. I watched Keri inhale deeply at the scent and wriggle in anticipation as a chill ran down her spine. I couldn’t help but groan as she kissed and licked her way up to my aching cock that was waiting for her. Half of her way up my thighs, she whispered “I love you master” or “I love you daddy” over and over again. Finally at my cock, she looked at it wonderingly and timidly touched her, feeling it with the tips of her fingers. I groaned again in pleasure as the tips of her fingers lightly touched the underside of the head of my cock. “I’ll be a good girl, daddy. I promise I’ll be a good slave. I’ll take care of you. I’ll be a good girl,” she whispered with her eyes still intent on my cock. Without warning she dove into my cock, devouring it in one long stroke, filling her mouth to her throat with my thickness. I lurched up off the couch with a loud moan as I felt her tugging throat accept all of my with her nose nuzzled in my pubic hair. Keri groaned as she sucked and licked at me with her tongue as she deep throated me. It felt like heaven feeling her young hot mouth on me. She kept me there nestled in her throat and mouth for a second, almost as if she was savoring the feeling and the taste. Before I knew it she was sucking my cock like a pro, stimulating me with her tongue as her head bobbed up and down, coating my length with her saliva. My cock glided between her lips easily as I shivered at the sensation. My hips were pumping up into her mouth as she worked the underside of my cock with her tongue, swirling it around my head and then bobbing her head down onto it again. Her whole body was into the blow job as she used her hips to give her more power as she sucked me in. “That’s a good girl!” I exclaimed as I watched her suck her cheeks in, applying gentle sucking onto my cock as her right hand cupped my balls and lovingly massaged them. She was moaning wildly now, reverberating the sound against my cock as her eyes were wide. Keri sucked my cock like a mad woman, her saliva coating her cheeks and her chin, not caring what she looked like. She sucked me hard and soft, long and hard, deep throating me, and then sucking on my head, licking the underside. The change in tempo and technique was driving me mad. My senses were heightened and alive. I could see stars nearly as she drove me closer to release. My breathing was coming in short pants and my hips lunged upward driving me cock into her mouth. Keri expertly adapted and kept her pace up, sucking my cock to orgasm, egging me on; her actions were begging me to cum for her. She had worked up a sweat from sucking my cock and I could see her skin glistening in the sunlight coming in through the family room window. “Daddy’s going to cum soon,” I said in a low, gravelly voice, feeling the sexual tension building to a sweet conclusion as every muscle in my body was taut and my whole being was only sexual sensation. Keri pulled my cock out of her mouth and pumped my shaft tight and hard while she looked up at me. “Yes, daddy. Cum for your little girl. Cum for your slave. She only wants to please you. Your slave wants to give you pleasure. Cum for me daddy.” She quickly sucked me back into her mouth and worked my cock hard and fast as I felt like I was standing on the edge about to go over. Her head bobbed as she sucked me into her mouth, slurping loudly at my cock. I couldn’t hold back any more and I lifted my hips up and exploded, sending a river of cum into her mouth. Keri squealed and her eyes got big as her cheeks expanded to take all of my cum into her mouth. Her body rocked and shuddered as she felt me cum. With only the head of my cock in her mouth she moaned and whimpered, looking up at me. I stared intently into her eyes as they softened in pleasure. Brazenly looking up at me, Keri swished my cum in her mouth, moving the hot cum all over mouth before swallowing. A small dribble came out of the corner of her lip and she licked it up quickly. She remembered her punishment from the last time that she had wasted some of my cum. “Mmmmmmmm,” she mewled as she swallowed the last bit of my cum. I slowed my breathing down as my whole body relaxed in sexual bliss as my cock softened slowly. Warmth washed over me and I caressed her cheek. Keri pushed into my hand and nuzzled me with a loving look in her eye. Her eyes got big as if she was remembering something and she leaned down and used her tongue to gently lick me clean. Keri was intent on getting all of my cum into her belly as she softly cleaned me up with her tongue. Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 03 “Mmmmmmm, daddy,” she said with a satisfied grin on her face that was still full of need. “Thank you for feeding your little girl. I have my daddy’s cum in my belly now. It’s nice and warm, filling me up.” “That’s a good girl,” I said softly and pulled her head down to my hip. She sighed contentedly and nuzzled my hip for a moment as she wriggled on her heels and held onto my waist tightly. The movement was in response to her reddened ass but it only caused her arousal and need to simmer to the surface again. She shuddered and moaned at the memory of her hot cunt that still had not been used, the cunt that would not be used until tonight, when it would please me. Softly, I patted my cheek and lifted her head from my hip and caressed her cheek. “You’re a good girl. You pleased your master.” Keri mewled at the compliment and smiled up at me. “It’s time for us to get ready to go out.” She gasped and looked all a fright at the thought of going out. Obviously she thought that I would keep her home and use her all day, making her cum. I was planning on that for tonight, but I had other things for the day. She wriggled on her heels and moaned loudly in need. “Does it hurt, baby girl?” I asked her. “A little daddy. My whole back and ass burn, but in a good way. It tingles and burns as a reminder of your ownership over me. It’s a delicious feeling.” She had a faraway dreamy look in her eyes again. “I can’t explain it daddy. When you were spanking me it hurt real bad at first, but then it stopped hurting. The pain meshed with intense pleasure, and finally the pleasure stopped. It was one big ball of sensation and emotion that I can’t explain. It’s almost like I was having an out of body experience. Just like you said it would.” She shook and closed her eyes. “It was incredible.” “Do not cum,” I commanded her and Keri snapped her eyes open, pleadingly looking up at me. She would be easy to train and control, as sexual as she was. I could recognize that she was about to have a mini-orgasm just from the memory of the sensations. Keri looked away. “Yes, master.” I lifted Keri to her feet and stood in front of her. At my height I towered over her five-foot, two-inch petite frame. “Go take a shower and get cleaned up. Make sure you shave your legs and pussy. Wash between your legs and ass also. But you are not to touch yourself or orgasm.” I looked down into her eyes with a hard and uncompromising look. She looked away, knowing I knew what she was thinking. “Yes, master.” “You are to keep the bathroom door open when you are in there. Any privacy I accord you will be my choosing. As of right now, you have no privacy. You are open to me completely.” I paused looking into her eyes. “Do you understand, little girl?” “Yes daddy,” she said with a happy gleam in her eye. I nodded and patted her ass to get her moving. She playfully yelped and giggled loudly and ran up the stairs to obey her master. “I obey master! I obey!” Smiling I watched the beautiful form running with a jump in her step to do as she had been commanded. Her body was perfect; I couldn’t stop myself from looking at her. I couldn’t help but feel my cock twinge again, even though I had already cum three times this morning. Her mother always said that I had good endurance, a fact I would be sure to prove to Keri. After I heard the water start in the bathroom, I slipped my jeans back on and walked upstairs to her bedroom. I walked to her closet and looked to see what clothes she had. They were mainly college girl clothes, some sweaters and sweat shirts. I saw some spaghetti string tank tops and blouses. She owned a few dresses and skirts which were what I was looking for. I smiled and selected a black skirt which went to just above her knees and had a small slit on the left side and zippered in the back. I remembered buying this for her when she was still in high school. The image of her as a teenage high school student wearing this made my cock twitch. I also chose a navy blue somewhat shear blouse that would go nicely with the skirt. Laying the skirt and blouse on the bed I walked to her armoire and opened the drawers going through what she had in there. Mainly I found jeans and shorts, typical clothes for a college student. But I also found some sexy and revealing under clothes which I did not know she had bought. Naughty girl, I thought, grinning at the find. I saw lingerie and shear baby dolls along with garter belts and stockings and even a black bustier. Shaking my head at my daughter’s sexual tastes, I picked out a pair of black lace stockings and a matching black garter belt and its matching bra, laying it next to the skirt and blouse. I went back to the closet and chose a pair of black five-inch heels that would attenuate her calves in a lovely fashion, showing off her legs for my pleasure. Looking at my choice of clothes for her I nodded in approval. It was sensual and tasteful, showing off her charms without being sluttish or ostentatious. It fit my tastes for her perfectly. Finally, I went back to her armoire and confiscated all of her panties, some of which were thongs and T-backs which made me grin at the thought of her wearing them. Either way she would not need the panties. Keri wouldn’t wear any underwear without my permission. I deposited them in my drawer in my bedroom and walked into the bathroom in my master bedroom to shower. Ten minutes later, feeling refreshed and clean I walked out into my bedroom and dressed quickly. I chose a pair of comfortably faded and washed thin khaki pants and navy blue polo shirt which I tucked in. I slipped on a pair of leather brown chukka-type shoes and the same brown leather belt that I used to spank Keri with. I walked to the dresser and slipped my money clip into my pocket and put my watch on. When I turned around, I saw Keri standing there and I was momentarily speechless and breathless. She was dressed and her hair was pulled behind her left ear, lying on her right shoulder over her breasts. She was stunning in the skirt and heels that showed off her well formed and muscular thighs for me and her long dancer legs. The blouse was perfectly colored for her complexion and she had an innocent yet devilish look in her eye. She could have been mistaken for an angel. “Everything ok daddy?” she asked playfully, recognizing my response. “Do you think I look all right?” “Your appearance will do,” I replied in a gruff manner and walked up to her and acted like I was inspecting her. Keri must have known the reaction she was getting from me because the look in her eye just grew more playful. She smelled womanly and fresh with the lavender soap she used and just a touch of jasmine perfume. She was feminine to the core. Her whole aura exuded femininity and sensuality. “You need jewelry,” I said just as gruffly and turned and walked away and walked to the jewelry box from her mother that I had kept for her all these years. “Come over here,” I ordered her, not looking at her as I picked out a pair of gold hoop earrings which would accent her skin and clothing very well and a gold bracelet for her left wrist. Keri walked over to me and waited patiently with her hands held in front her, not knowing what she was supposed to do. I ignored her. Finally I turned around and regarded her. “That’s mommy’s jewelry,” she said with her voice cracking. “It’s yours now,” I replied. “Your mother me wanted me to save it for you, for when you grew up.” I smiled. “I think you’re grown up now, baby girl. She wanted you to have these things of hers.” I saw a tear run down her cheek and I wiped it away with my thumb and kissed where the tear had fallen, tasting the warm saltiness on her cheek. Wordlessly she stood there while I put her earrings in, taking comfort in her master taking care of her. She reveled in the fact that I cared for her appearance enough to take part and choose the things for her. I removed her watch from her right wrist and replaced it with the bracelet which fit her perfectly. Standing back, I held her shoulders at arm’s length and examined her, regarding her intently. She was a beautiful woman. She basked in the attention and stood proudly for her. Softly, I unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and spread the top slightly to expose her collar for the world to see. They would only see a Celtic cross but for us it was a mark of ownership. It was a mark of the deepest love anyone can ever have; that of the master and his slave girl. Keri stepped forward and stood on her toes and held my shoulders, kissing my cheek lightly. There was so much love in that one kiss and gesture that warmth washed over me at the tenderness that we were sharing. “Thank you daddy,” she whispered in a tiny, girlish voice. I knew from that moment on, Keri would always be my little girl. “Come on girl,” I said in response to her, smiling down at her small form. “I have plans for our afternoon.” And I knew I would always be her daddy. I would always be her master. Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 03 Daddy kissed me on the forehead and left me laying there with Jonathan in the living room. I wiggled out of Jonathan's grip and rolled over onto my stomach so that I could lay my head on his muscular chest. I looked up at him with sleepy eyes and smiled. Jonathan smiled back and brushed the hair out of my face. "Did you have fun Liv?" "Yes, sir. That thing you put in my butt hurt some, but that only got me even more excited." "Well here soon, you will be begging me to take you in the ass. Trust me." I smiled and closed my eyes, just enjoying the moment. "Okay Liv, jump up, I've got to get dressed and get a move on. I'm sure I will see you really soon." I slowly got up gathered my clothes and headed off to the shower. Just before I closed the shower door I heard the front door close. Jonathan was gone. I climbed into the shower and washed up quickly, I wanted to find Daddy. I wrapped myself in a towel and headed to the office. He had been spending a lot of time in there because of work. I stood in the doorway and just watched him work on his computer. "Hi Daddy." "Hi baby, Jonathan gone?" "Yup" "Okay honey, I'm sure you're starving, let's head to the kitchen and make something to eat." "Okay Daddy, I'll whip us up something great!" "It's okay honey, I'll do it." We headed into the kitchen. Liv trotted behind her dad like a proud puppy. Daddy reached into the fridge and pulled out some turkey, cheddar cheese, tomatoes, and lettuce. He made sandwiches and they both sat down to eat. "You did good tonight Liv." "Thanks Daddy, it was fun. Parts of it hurt, but deep down, I really enjoyed it." "I could tell, you should have seen your face when he put that butt plug in you." Daddy looked up chuckling. "Ya, that kinda surprised me." "I could tell." "Okay honey, finish and put the dishes in the sink, I think you deserve to sleep with me tonight." "Really?! Thanks Daddy!" Liv quickly cleaned up the dishes and rushed off to her dad's room. She dropped her towel and jumped into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. Daddy laughed at her childish behavior and climbed into bed next to her. Liv rolled over and put her arm over Daddy's stomach. She could feel the head of his cock brushing against her arm. She wanted to touch it so badly, but was so tired. Liv couldn't hold back any longer, she gently took Daddy's cock into her hand and stroked it slowly. "Daddy?" "Yes Liv?" "Will you fuck me?" "Aren't you tired babe?" "No Daddy, I'm never too tired for a good fuck with you." "Well Liv, I'm not going to fuck you tonight." "But why, Daddy?" "Because tonight I'm going to make love to you." Daddy quickly rolled me onto my back and began to massage my breasts and nipples. They were still very tender from the abuse they had gotten earlier in the evening, but his hands felt so good. Daddy slid his hand down to my moist slit. He gently worked his fingers in and out of my pussy. Daddy started to kiss my face and worked his way down to my breasts, circling each nipple, making it hard. He kissed my belly, slowly working his way down to my clit. Daddy's tongue lapped and nibbled at my clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. The more he licked the faster he worked his fingers. My breathing became rapid and before I knew it the most incredible orgasm swept over my body and my pussy gushed sweet juices all over Daddy's mouth and finger. Daddy let out a quiet moan and licked me completely clean. My body was numb and it was hard to move. Daddy tenderly spread my legs and placed his very hard cock at the opening of my wet cunt. Daddy gradually slid his cock into me, filling me up nicely. I always like the way Daddy's member feels inside me. Still somewhat weak, I wrapped my arms around him and lifted my legs so he could get deep inside me. Daddy looked down at me and smiled. "I love you Olivia." I smiled back. "I love you too Daddy." It didn't take long, but Daddy's movements grew rapid and I could tell he was going to cum soon. I gripped his cock with my pussy muscles just as he let go and his member spilled its contents inside me. Daddy rolled off to one side and fell asleep with his hand on my stomach. Two months later: Jonathan has been making regular visits to the house to work on the project on the days I didn't come into the office, but he also made sure to have his way with Liv a couple times a month. Jonathan's payments were going into a savings account for Liv. She didn't know anything about it; I wanted it to be a surprise. Liv also started her classes. She seemed to be enjoying them well enough, but I knew she missed not having me at home as much. This project was keeping me at work more than I thought it was going to and I'd been getting these weird headaches, probably from stress and working on the computer too much. I wasn't too worried about them; they didn't last that long, thirty minutes at most. But man when they came on they were always a real dozy. I also noticed something was different with Liv. She would come home from class and take a catnap. This was new for her, but I didn't want to worry. It was probably hard adjusting to the busy schedule. Once she was up from her nap she seemed perfectly normal. One afternoon Liv came into the office with the mail and dropped it onto the desk. "Hey Daddy, can I ask you something?" "Of course Liv, what's up?" I pushed the office chair back to give her my full attention. "Do you think I'm gaining weight?" Liv modeled one of her favorite lounging outfits. Pink boy shorts and a cute little tank top to match. "No baby, you look wonderful. Why do you ask?" "Well, my tank tops seem to be getting a bit to snug." Once she said that I noticed that her breasts seemed fuller than before, pressing on the cloth of her shirt, clearly outlining her nipples. "I don't know baby, but you look wonderful to me." I smiled and gave her a wink. Liv giggled and turned around to leave the room. I gave her butt a nice playful swat as she walked away. "Thanks Daddy." Monday started out like any other weekday, pretty uneventful. I looked at the time and it was 7:30 a.m. and Liv wasn't up yet, she had to be at class in an hour. I peeked into her room to find her still sleeping. "Liv honey it's time to get up. You're going to be late." "Oh Daddy, do I have to? I'm pretty tired, and I'm just not feeling right. Can't we play hooky today?" "Oh baby, I'm sorry I can't today. I've got clients in town and we have a lunch meeting. But I'll let you stay home and rest up." "Thanks Daddy." Liv rolled over and seemed to go back to sleep. I went to my room, showered, and headed off to the office. I was a little worried but figured a little extra sleep never hurt anyone. After finishing up with lunch I broke away and headed to the lobby of the restaurant to give Liv a call. The phone rang three times before she picked up. "Hi Daddy!" She seemed awfully chipper for someone who stayed home sick. "Hey baby, how are you feeling?" "Much better Daddy, I just got out of the shower." "Okay honey well don't just waste the rest of your day, do your homework, pick up the house, and I will see you this evening." "Okay Daddy, love you." "Love you too baby." Just as I hung up the phone my head started to pound and my eyes felt like they were going to burst out of their sockets. I dropped my phone and held my head. I felt someone guiding me to a chair to sit down. I thanked them and said I'd be fine. I sat there about ten minutes with no relief. That was when I heard Jonathan's voice. "Marcus, you okay?" "Ya, it's one of those headaches again." "I thought you were going to go get checked out?" "I was, but I just didn't have time. Give me a few minutes, I'll be okay. Go back to the table, I'll be there soon. Jonathan gave my shoulder a squeeze and walked away. I heard him tell the hostess that if I didn't get better in a few minutes to come get him. I sat there for a few more minutes trying to breathe through the pain. Once my eyes stopped hurting I got up and made my way to the restroom. I started to push the door open and the pain came back, and I fell to the floor. The next thing I remember was waking up in the hospital with Liv standing over me. "Daddy! You're awake! Jonathan, he's waking up!" "Where, where, am I?" I whispered "Oh Daddy, you've had us so scared, you're in the hospital. You collapsed at the restaurant three days ago." "What? Three days?" Just then Jonathan appeared over Liv's shoulder. "Hey man, how are you feeling? Liv, go find the nurse and let her know your dad's awake." Liv headed out of the room quickly. Jonathan sat down in the chair next to the bed. "What the hell happened?" I asked "Not sure, I left you sitting in the lobby of the restaurant and next thing I knew the hostess said that you had collapsed in the hall near the bathroom and that they called an ambulance." "Jesus." "Ya, Liv refused to leave your side. She's been here the whole time. Watching them draw your blood, run tests, and scratch their heads at what's wrong." "Well, all things considered, I feel pretty good," I chuckled. "Hey Marcus, I know this isn't really the best time to bring this up and it's not serious, but I wanted to let you know that I noticed something different about Liv. I'm not sure what it is, just something." Just then Liv appeared in the doorway with the doctor. "Good to see you awake Marcus; you've had your family very worried. As your brother may have told you we've been running quite a few tests." I interrupted, "Brother? Oh, Jonathan? Right, my brother." "Well we got some results back today. Liv, Jonathan, why don't you have a seat." The doctor motioned to a couple of chairs sitting by the bed. Jonathan took a seat and Liv crawled up onto the bed and snuggled up next to me. The doctor rolled over a stool and sat down. "As I was saying, we got some of your tests back, and there are some abnormalities in your blood work. Your white blood cell count is extremely low. I'm not sure what is wrong just yet, and I want to get some pictures of your head. I've scheduled that for this afternoon. Once we do that, I should have some clearer answers. But I'm going to make an educated guess that you have a brain tumor." To be continued Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 03 It was nice to be home eating dinner as a family after a long week at work. Our daughter was on a break from school for the summer, and we all seemed to be growing closer as a family. Things have been great for my wife at work, and she has also been very satisfied with our sex lives and just seemed to be in a good place. Even though I was ashamed of some of the things my daughter and I were keeping secret, I was happy that we were closer as a family than we had ever been. "How was work Dad?" My daughter asked. "It was ok baby, just the usual stuff I guess, but I will be going to Las Vegas next Friday for six days, to meet with another firm about a possible merger. There are consecutive meetings through the week depending on how much progress is made, but I'm just hoping the weather won't be too hot." I said. "Las Vegas? You're so lucky Daddy. Why don't you take me with you?" My daughter asked wide-eyed and giddy. "Well, we could make a family trip out of it if it's ok with your mom," I said, inviting both of them. "I think that would be great. I have at least the weekend free. Lets do it. We need it." My wife said. "Yay, Oh... Emm...Geeee. Going to Vegas!" My daughter said. "Don't get too excited. It might be a little boring." I said. "Can we stay at a hotel that has pool parties at least? A friend from school told me about one that has frozen towels and poolside massages." She said. "The hotel has already been chosen for both firms, and while I don't think they have frozen towels, they do have a very nice pool," I said, smiling. "It's probably not even as nice as hours, but I'm bringing my new bikini!" She said. "It will be a nice trip. I'll check my calendar and give your dad the dates I can be there." Mom said. The following week went by quickly. I arranged to drive to Las Vegas with my daughter on Friday, and my wife would fly in later that evening after work and stay for the weekend and fly back home on Sunday night. I would then attend the first meeting on Monday, another on Tuesday and possibly a third on Wednesday, and my daughter and I would drive back on Thursday early morning. I always prefer to avoid airports when possible, and I love the open road and anything involving a road trip, even a short one from the Laguna Hills to Las Vegas. I had made the trip before many times and knew the road well. I packed up the car and got an early start. My daughter slept for the first few hours and woke up about two hours into the trip. "Can we stop? I need to pee." She said. A few minutes later I pulled off the freeway onto an exit that had the usual mix of gas stations and fast food establishments. She went to pee, and I topped off the tank and also took a break to the facilities. Back in the car drinking high priced bottled water my daughter said. "Dad. Can I ask you something?" "Sure Baby. What is it?" I said, praying it wasn't that she wanted to tell mom or her friends what we had been doing, a thought that had been weighing heavily on my conscience. "Is taking a girl's virginity gross for guys?" She asked. "Of course, not baby, it's a very natural normal thing. For many guys it is an extremely powerful and erotic thing. Why would you think that?" I asked. "Can you not use the word 'erotic' dad? It's kinda weird. Ok, I have to tell you something, but promise me you're not going to say anything." She said. "I promise," I said, looking out her outstretched long smooth tan legs and bare feet up on the dashboard with her perfectly painted toes twinkling in the morning light. I tried to block any memories of playing with her in her room and any new thoughts of licking every inch of her skin, but it wasn't easy seeing her legs on display as I drove across the desert. "Well, last week... See, there is this girl at school Dad. She is kinda a loner, but not really a loser or anything. She is pretty and everything, and smart and stuff like that. Just not really the most popular girl." She said. "Ok..." I said, in a relaxed, non-judgmental tone, encouraging her to go on, trying to focus on the road ahead and not my daughter's legs glistening in the light. "Well, one of the guys at school took her virginity at this party last weekend, and she bled everywhere, all over the guy and the bed, and everyone was laughing at her and calling her names." She said. "I'm sorry to hear that. That's awful. What kind of names did they call her?" I asked. "Well her name is Mary, and at the party they kept chanting, calling her 'Bloody Mary', and she left the party crying, totally humiliated." She said. "Ouch, I'm so sorry," I said, remembering how abusive and cruel teenagers can be toward one another. "I'm not letting one of the boys at school take my virginity." She said. "What does that mean exactly?" I asked. "It means I'm gonna let a stranger do it." She said. "Baby, your virginity is not something to just hand over to some stranger, and I hope your not thinking of doing it this week when we are in Las Vegas," I said. "It has kinda crossed my mind." She admitted. "Look, my little princess, I'm glad you are talking with me about it, and I appreciate your honesty, I know things like this can be difficult for girls. Just promise your going to think about it some more before making a decision." I said. "Ok Daddy, I will, but I know I'm not going to do it with a boy at school, that's for sure." She said. For the next few miles I imagined this girl Mary, the horrible feeling of her branded as 'Bloody Mary' probably for the rest of her life among the people that knew her, and I shuttered at the thought of having my daughter have to endure something so terrible. Maybe having a stranger take her virginity wasn't a terrible idea, but what about disease or pregnancy? A stranger might be less likely to be careful when it comes to those kinds of things. Being a teenager is so hard, I thought. "Can we practice Daddy? Pretend you're my boyfriend." She said, interrupting my thoughts about teenage bullying. "No way we are doing anything while I'm driving young lady. We could get into an accident." I said. "Then pull over, or let's get a room. I'm never going to get good unless I practice." She said, rubbing her hand on my thigh. "Umm... later baby." I assured her, surprised at myself for letting this practicing thing go on with my daughter as long as it has. We checked into the lavish hotel and I knew if we went back to the room something was sure to happen. I tried not to picture it, but the likely scenarios played in my brain as the receptionist gave me our room key. "We're going to walk around for a while. Can you have our bags sent to the room?" I told the blonde at the front desk proud of allowing such quick thinking to make it's way to my executive, decision-making white matter. "Yay!" My daughter said presumably excited to take some Vegas selfies. We arrived back at the room just in time for my daughter, and I drove to the airport to pick up my wife. When we pulled up, my daughter hopped in back to let her sit in the front seat. I saw my little girl in the rear-view mirror applying lip stick with this little compact mirror that plugs into her smart phone. I'm not sure if she was trying to tease me on purpose or not, but I had to keep the small talk going with my wife to prevent a seriously embarrassing tent in my pants from interrupting our drive back to the hotel. I looked into the mirror watching her apply her apply it, seeing her pouty little lips drag under the push of the red tipped stick in the rearview mirror as I drove back to the hotel was distracting to say the least. Next few days with my wife and daughter were wonderful. We went out to eat, laughed and had fun. I loved my girls. We took lots of photos and really enjoyed each other. "Honey?" I called out, hearing the door to the bathroom open, and peeking through the water speckled glass. "It's me. I need to pee." My daughter said, tip-toeing over to the toilet, hooking her thumbs into her panties, and pulling them down to her knees as she sat to pee. "Dad?" She asked, wiping her self and standing up, opening the shower door and looking at me, her panties still around her knees, her flat tummy falling off into her perfectly shaven mound. "Can I come in?" She asked. "Baby, this is not a good idea, please now is not a good time. I don't want mom to think..." I said as she looked down at my now hardened cock. "It looks happy." She said, giggling. "Please baby...don't" I said, and she held the bottle of conditioner she brought over my cock and let the silky white liquid cascade all over my cock and followed it up with the tight grip of her hand. "Don't worry, I locked the door." She said, sliding her hand up and down my shaft twisting her wrist. "Baby, please...now is not the best time...to..." I said, hearing the door to our room close. "Oh shit, that's probably mom. She went to get ice." She said, and left the bathroom. "Whew...Can you lock it please baby?" I said. "Sure Daddy." She said. Needless to say, it didn't take much for me to make myself cum in the shower. I knew it was wrong, and hiding it from my wife wasn't helping either, but I felt twenty years younger partly due to a slow and steady infusion of the purest form of lust there is pumping through my veins. My wife stayed the weekend and then caught a flight home Sunday evening. I would have dropped her at the airport, but I was busy greeting the incoming batch of suits from the firm we were meeting with during the week. A cut throat group of guys and younger than the usual partners. Monday during the day we had a long meeting. Monday night I went out with a few of the partners from the other firm, and one of the guys, in particular, was on top of his 'game' if there is such a thing, I don't remember his name, but it was something Latino or Spanish. His game was good. He didn't seem to have any worked out material or pick up lines. He just knew what to say to girls and surprised all of us when he took the girl home he said would at the beginning of the night that no one, including myself thought he would be able to. She was there with another guy for one, and secondly she was by far the most beautiful girl there. It seemed impossible, but he did it. He was the Alpha male if I've ever seen one. I tried to imagine what inventive lie the girl would have had to have come up to prevent the guy she was there with from ending their relationship. After the meetings on Tuesday, the guys went out for drinks and back to relax and keep the night going at the hotel's lavish pool. I didn't mention to them that I was in Las Vegas with my daughter as the topics mainly focused on girls and none of them were there with their wives or families of their own, probably too young to have either. "Damn, look at that ass." The Alpha said, and we all looked to one of the girls walking by in a short denim skirt, her red bikini ties visible peeking out from her parading hips as she walked like a runway model. She was holding a drink, had white earbuds in her ears, and had a tiny hooded sweatshirt that was unzipped showing her perfect breasts held in a red bikini top and perfectly flat stomach. As she walked by the whole group of guys sitting around the covered poolside table area watched her ass as she made her way back to her towel covered deck chair. It was my daughter, and there was no possible way of mentioning that was my daughter after a comment like that. It would be better just to let it go I decided. I figured they would move on to other subjects in a moment. "Do you think you could fuck her?" One of the other guys said to him, and we all seemed to glance over at her only about ten feet away. I wondered if she heard us. "What do you think?" One of the guys asked me. "Umm... I'm not sure, she does look hot, and a little young." I said, hoping the music in her earbuds was loud enough to drown out the rude comments coming from our table. "Why don't you invite her over?" The alpha said, looking at one of his buddies, surely his wing-man on previous occasions I concluded. "Ok man, but then I'm outta here. I've gotta get some rest. If you fuck her, you better tell me all about it." He said and walked over to her. "Hey, umm, my friends and I are here on business and saw you sitting over here alone and was wondering if you want to join us in the hot tub?" He asked. "Which friends?" She asked, as she looked over and was noticeably shocked seeing I was one of the 'guys' at the table here on business, but she decided to keep it to herself. "Umm, I'll think about it." She said and went back to flipping the pages of her magazine. A few minutes later we saw her taking her ear buds out and picking up her magazines and towel. She gathered her things and walked over to the table nearest the hot tub and rested her stuff down. We all got in the hot tub and watched as the jets swirled the hot water into clouds of white foam. She slipped her skirt off, and took her sweatshirt off and tossed it on the table behind her and the four of us watched her intently as she put her feet in, seated at the edge. "So what brings a girl like you to Vegas?" The Alpha asked. "I'm here with my Mom and Dad." She said, wondering what exactly he meant by 'girl like you'. "Do they know you're in a hot tub with four strangers?" He continued. "I don't think they'll mind, but I do think they'll mind the things you guys were saying before I walked over here." She said, and I couldn't believe she was flirting back with this guy right in front of me. I mean, he was obviously a player, and I just never expected my daughter to respond to this kind of thing. I didn't even know she liked Latino guys either. "Why don't you come all the way in the water?" He asked and made room for her beside him and stretched his arm out grasping her hand, guiding her slowly into the hot tub next to him. This was unbelievable, here I was in a hot tub with my daughter and four guys and one of them was flirting with her and trying to fuck her. All three guys were chatting her up with the usual flirty questions, and I couldn't believe with such ease she was answering and teasing them, but it was clear the Alpha was in control. "Hey 'yall, I think I'm gonna head in." One of the guys said a few minutes later. "Me too." The other quickly followed, grabbing the opportunity knowing they had no chance competing with this guy. Now it was just my daughter and me in the hot tub with this guy who clearly had his aim set on my daughter. "I'm getting a little tired too," I said, seeing if she would take the hint and break away to come upstairs. "Awe, that's too bad, I just got in, and the water feels so good." She said to make it clear she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. "Can I get you something to drink?" He asked her. "Sure. Surprise me." She replied. "How about you?" He asked me. "No, thank you," I replied, smiling. He walked to the bar and brought back a few drinks, and I wondered if he opted to do this to avoid her getting carded by a waiter or to show off his perfectly sculpted body. Either way, my little girl was captivated by this guy, and my mind was wrestling with what might happen. Was she seriously considering giving her virginity to a stranger? Was this sleazy guy going to fuck my daughter tonight? He returned and handed her a drink, and they kept flirting as she became noticeably buzzed. "Do your parents know your drinking?" I said, realizing quickly that might have come out wrong. I followed up that odd question with a friendly smile. "Well my parents aren't stopping me, so I guess it's all good." She giggled, enjoying the attention. "Is it wrong that I said you have a nice ass?" He asked. "Um...no, I guess not." She answered obediently. She lifted her body out of the hot tub taking a break from the apparent heat and was on display for the both of us to look at. She sat with her arms holding onto the edge of the concrete, her beautiful dripping breasts pushed forward, her nipples hard and clearly visible through her tight bikini top. Her body looked so amazing covered in droplets of water. I was picturing licking every drop off of her, and probably so was the other guy. "Hey, can you take our picture?" He said, and handed me his phone, easing his body out of the hot tub and next to her, wrapping his muscular body around her, both of them dripping wet, smiling for the camera. I pressed the small button on the screen to take a photo and handed the phone back to him. He took a moment to look at the photo with her and repeated the process asking me to take another, this time with flash, this time holding drinks, all the while piling on excuses to make physical contact with her, rubbing up against her, hugging her, putting his arm around her neck, her waist. I was starting to get dizzy, and I didn't know if it was from the alcohol earlier or because I was getting jealous or something. I mean, here I was in the hot tub while some guy is trying to get inside my daughter. My daughter who recently told me she wants to give her virginity away, and here she was in the hands of a wolf. The strangest thing about this experience is that my cock was really hard watching her behave this way, but I was so scared what she was able to do with the knowledge I had passed down to her. Is this what I created? Was she going to practice the things I taught her on this guy? Was she trying to make him hard so she could suck his cock? I tried to reassure myself that something like that was extremely far fetched, but it was impossible to stop my train of thought. "What would you do if I kissed you?" He asked her. "Umm, I'm not sure..." She answered, her face turning red. "Do you find me attractive?" He asked. "Yeah, I guess so, even though you're like a lot older than me." She said. "How old are you guys?" She asked. "Thirty-Eight." He answered. "Forty-Six," I said. "And you?" He asked. "Eighteen, but don't tell anyone I'm drinking ok?" She said, holding her finger to her lips as if to say. 'Shhh.' "I won't tell if you won't." He said to her. "I bet you can't even guess who is who in a blindfolded kissing contest." He said. "I bet I can." She said, a little tipsy. "Yeah right." He teased. What the fuck was my daughter doing. This was way too dangerous. I couldn't imagine a way that she could tease this guy with her pussy and her pussy would make it out without getting pounded to oblivion. She didn't know what she was getting herself into. He handed her his shirt and helped tie it around her, making sure she couldn't see asking her how many fingers he was holding up, making sure to get the wrong answer, knowing she was unable to see. "Ok, now every one needs to turn around and move around for a few minutes or else it would be cheating." He said, and we all moved to different areas of the hot tub, occasionally bumping into one another until we were all in different positions, and there was no way that she knew where we were seated. The hot tub was making me extremely horny, and I don't think I was alone in that regard. I could see the other guy stroking his cock under the water with his hand on the outside of his shorts getting ready to stick his tongue down my daughter's throat. "Ok, the rule is, you need to kiss each one of us for one minute each and can only repeat either the first or the last kisser to make a decision. Got it?" He said, and looked at me as if to take notes on how to get laid. "Ready?" He asked. "Ready." She replied. He gestured for me to kiss her, but I couldn't move, I was paralyzed and couldn't believe what was happening. Things escalated so quickly, and I really didn't know how to stop it now. Too much time had passed for me to stop and say that this girl was my daughter. Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 03 He didn't wait long and moved across the water and slipped his tongue out into her mouth. He licked her mouth and kissed her hard pushing her body back up against the wall of the hot tub. She leaned her head back, and he licked up and down her neck. She found his mouth and twirled her tongue sloppily around his, moaning softly. He broke from her and remained quiet, motioning for me to take a turn. It took all the self-control I had to stop myself from pushing the two of them apart. How the fuck was this happening? I thought to myself. "Go go.." He gestured silently. I moved in and without thinking licked her top lip slowly, she pushed her body forward and wrapped her legs around me. I put my hands around her little waist and kissed her hard, my body aching with a level lust strong enough to push the Earth out of orbit when she broke from me pushing me away. "I want to try the first kisser again." She said. This time he moved in and pressed his body up against hers pinning her back, her legs wrapped around him, and he was grinding his body up against her, and I was positive his cock pressed hard between her legs. She moaned loudly, and he kissed her passionately as if they were practically fucking, and she pushed him off of her breaking their wet sloppy kiss. "Ok, now guess one or two?" He asked while she was still blindfolded. "Umm, one. You were the first one, and he was the second." She said, removing the shirt that covered her eyes pointing to which one of us was first or second. "Am I right?" She asked. "Haha, yes, you are better at this than I thought." He said satisfied, and I wondered how she could be so naive to fall for this. "I think I'm gonna go to bed before I do something to get you guys in trouble." She said. "Oh, no, things were just getting interesting. Why don't we all go up to my room and chill?" He asked wide-eyed and excited. I had a feeling he knew from her kiss how sexual my daughter could be, but I don't think he was prepared for exactly how horny she was. Even though I know he had been with some beautiful girls, I could tell even he knew she was as good as it gets. "I need to pee really bad." She said. "I'll show you where the bathroom is." I said, eagerly. "Ok let's go." She said and stepped into her denim skirt and pulled it up around her hips and covered her shoulders with her hooded sweatshirt using my shoulder to balance on as she did. As we walked toward the bathroom, I held her arm tightly. "What the hell was that back there?" I asked. "Jealous Daddy?" She asked. "No, I'm not, but I don't want you getting pregnant or some STD on a family vacation." I said. "That's not fair Daddy. I am not going to end up being made fun of at school. I don't want to be a virgin. This isn't fair." She said and started sobbing as we entered the hotel seeing a sign for a restroom down the carpeted hallway. She turned to me and hugged me sobbing quietly and said. "It's not fair. I don't want to be a virgin anymore." She said, crying. "Look baby, go pee and we'll go up to our room and talk about it," I said, and she entered the bathroom. I'm patiently waiting outside the bathroom watching people walk by returning to their rooms from what looks like a drunken party when my phone buzzed with an incoming text. "Meet me back at the room." I read from the screen of my phone. "I'm not going back without you." "I need some time to think." She said via text message. "Ok, baby, I'll be upstairs. Don't stay down here too long." I returned. I walked up stairs, and when I stepped out of the elevator, I got another message. "Either you do it or I'm going back to the hot tub and I'm going up to that guys room. He was a good kisser, and I think he wants to fuck my brains out." "Baby, please, you need to think this through. Having someone take your virginity is something special and a decision that you shouldn't make lightly. A man has never been inside you, and that is an amazing and special thing." I don't hear back from her and I'm waiting for her to send another message and decided to run quickly back to the elevator to try to stop her from going and meeting this guy and going back to his room. The elevator was crowded with party-goers, and I let the door shut without getting in and whipped my phone out almost dropping it on the floor and quickly punched away on the touch screen writing my daughter a text message. "Ok, ok. I'll do it." I typed frantically and hit send, waiting for what seemed like an eternity, my heart pounding in my chest. "It's a little too late. I am walking back to his room with him." She replied. I went back to our room folded my hands in my head in pure panic, and moments later I heard a knock at the door. I opened it, and there she was. Thank God. "How did you get away?" I asked. "He pushed a little, but eventually he understood he would get more if he waited I think. I had to kinda make a deal with him to meet up tomorrow to suck his cock." She said. "What? Are you crazy?" I asked. "Daddy, don't be mad, he was gonna fuck me if I didn't say something, you know it's true." She said and walked over to the bed crossing her perfectly tan legs. She leaned to her side, and her crossed leg rode high up the other and I could feel my cock grow in my pants. "Look, Daddy, before you freak out or something, just know that it's only my pussy. It's just a part of my body, just like your, 'you know'." She said, and gestured to 'him' now making a visible tent in my pants. She pulled me over to the bed and took my cock out of my pants and started to kiss me. She slid her body on top of mine, hiked up her skirt, and straddled me, my cock firmly pressed up against the wet fabric of her bikini. My hard cock was separated from her tiny little virgin pussy by a piece of slippery wet, stretchy nylon. She grinded hard on top of me kissing my neck, and my cock was dangerously close to accidentally slipping inside her, and I had to grab her hips and jolt her back periodically to prevent accidental penetration. I threw her off of me and down onto her back hard and pinned her hands down with my arm above her head and kissed her hard pushing my body on top of her, feeling her waist writhe around squirming under me. She pulled her hands free and used one of them to grab my other arm up and pull it up toward her lips and push my fingers inside her mouth, coating them with saliva and slipping my fingers back and forth inside her mouth like it was just another wet hole aching to be abused, and then pushed my saliva covered fingers down between her legs. "Put your finger inside my pussy Daddy." She said in a soft voice, guiding my hand between her legs. When my finger touched the outside of her bikini covered pussy, her body jolted in what seemed like a bolt of electricity running through her. I reached down again and every time I touched tightly stretched fabric covering her wet hole, she looked like she was being zapped with surges of electrical current. "Ahh..." She moaned. I slid my body down and positioned myself so I had a clearer view under her denim skirt and between her shivering little legs. She untied her bikini from the ties on her hips, and I saw the fabric comes loose, exposing her little clean-shaven mound and wet little pink hole, the fabric of her bikini off slightly to one side. I put my finger up against her tiny little clit, and her body shuddered with electricity. I tapped my finger on her wet hole and could see the clear liquid stick to my finger as I withdrew. My finger seemed huge compared to how small her pussy seemed and I wasn't sure if my finger would fit inside of her, let alone my cock. I reached my left hand up toward her lips and placed two fingers in her mouth for her to suck on, and kept my attention at her pussy with my other hand, my eyes fixated on the most beautiful little pussy I had ever seen. I could smell it's sweet untouched fragrance thick in the air like the heat of a warm summer's day cracking open the petals of the flowers bursting their sex into the air. I touched her wetness, and again her body jolted. I used my two fingers to spread her wetness from her tight little pussy up onto her flat stomach and around outside of her pussy and inner thighs, painting her with her pussy juice, her body jumping and writhing with each touch of my fingers. I slipped my finger inside her, and she moaned loudly, her body contorted and she lifted her hips off the bed, she almost bit the hand she obediently sucked and I had to grab onto her jaw momentarily. "Ahhhmmmmmm..." She yelled, and my hand cupped the outside of her mouth for her to scream into. I continued to slide my finger in and out of her periodically pulling it out covered with her sweet hot liquid to lapping her pussy up in hand, spreading her juice all over her flat tummy and inner thighs. I held my left hand open now, and she licked between my two outstretched fingers and I pushed them against her face. Her tongue danced in between my fingers like she was eating an imaginary pussy I held open above her lips. My right hand continued working hard covering her lower body with her pussy juice and she said. "Put another finger Daddy, Please..." Begging. I pushed another finger inside her, and my two fingers slid inside her ultra tight pink little hole. I pushed them in deep so my thumb bumped abruptly against her clit, squishing it and lifting it up with each slow thrust, her body twisting from the pleasure and writhing from the pain. "Just Fuck Me Already!!" She said, and I broke from her for a moment. "Look, there is no going back from this." I said, fingering her hard with my hand in a 'stick em up' gun position, my fingers sliding inside her and my palm catching and sliding the fabric of her bikini and pulling it toward her little hole. I changed the shape of my hand to a 'C' and used my wrist to hook my fingers up inside her and bury my thumb pressing down the button of her swollen little clit. I could feel her pussy squeeze my fingers from all sides, and I explored the inside of her pussy as she shivered and moaned. "Ah... Ah...Fuck Daddy." "Please fuck me, Daddy, I can't fucking take it anymore." She said, and pulled me up by my shirt and tore it open, buttons popping off, exposing my well defined athletic body. She frantically unzipped my pants and slid my belt off. I took my left hand and grabbed her hair at the back of her head and she opened her legs as wide as her skirt would allow and held her ankles with her hands, her feet arched, heels up, toes pointed, knees bent. Her bikini still rested loosely off to the side of her perfectly shaven, now completely swollen little pink pussy. It looked puffy and was sopping wet. I rested the length of my cock on top of her clit and slowly slid it back and forth pulling her wet skin up and down. "Ahhhh..." She moaned loudly, panting a little faster. I placed my fingers inside her with my right hand and began to transfer her hot wet liquid over my cock, getting my hand nice and wet and coating my cock and repeating the process until both of us were covered with her sweet hot viscous liquid. "I don't have a condom." I said. "It's ok Daddy, I know you can be safe." She said. "If you put my bikini over your cock it's just like a condom," She said. I placed her bikini over her wet hole and pushed the head of my cock up against it. "Put it inside Daddy, just a little bit." She said. I pushed a little further and could feel the head of my cock enter her about 2 cm, burying the thin nylon along with it. "OMG, it feels so fucking good." She screamed. "Deeper." She shouted, and I was wondering if any nearby neighbors could hear her. "Shhh... Baby." I said, and pushing the head of my cock in and out, the nylon sinking in further and bunching slightly to the side. As I pushed, I felt the fabric slip out of the way, and I was inside her. I could feel the hot grip of her little pussy around the head of my cock and I pulled her hair hard and she lifted her head back and arched her back, moaning. "Fuck... It ...feels so..." "...Fucking... good, even better than I thought Daddy. OMG." She said, her words broken with moans and short breaths. She almost looked like she was going to cry. "Does it hurt baby girl?" I asked, not sure what I would do if anything no matter what she would answer. "Of course it hurts, can't you tell how tiny my pussy is? She said. "Come on Daddy, Fuck me." She yelled. I started fucking her now, my cock sliding about halfway in and out of her, pretty slowly, and she held her ankles tight trying not to squirm, her denim skirt rode so far up it was almost like a belt now and I gripped it with my free hand rocking her hips toward me in rhythm. I looked down and noticed a small amount of blood around the shaft of my hard cock. She let go of her ankles and rested her left leg up on my shoulder, my arm still grabbing her by the hair tightly on the opposite side. "Dadddddyy..." She screamed as I pushed ever so slightly deeper inside of her, the whole length of her leg up against my body. She was so fucking loud, I reached and found the bottom of her bikini that had just been used as a condom of sorts and stuffed it in her mouth and began to really penetrate her, feeling my cock sliding in and out of her tight little pink pussy. "Ahh...Iiiii..." She screamed, and I couldn't tell if she was crying or screaming in pleasure and the unmistakable sound of bodies slapping reverberated around the hotel room, her legs splayed apart, one up over my shoulder and her trying to scream through her pussy soaked nylon bikini, her tiny breasts now exposed as the upper part of her bikini had slipped off and was also around her waist along with her skirt. I removed my throbbing cock, flipped her over and like an obedient little pet she put her ass into the air and her elbows on the bed. I slid my cock back inside her hot swollen pussy. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh..." She screamed, and I realized her bikini had slipped out of her mouth. I reached forward and twirled my arm into her long hair as if making a pony-tail and grabbed the base of her hair with my hand tightly. I pulled her head back and began really fucking her from behind. "Da...dd...yy...it...feels...so...fu...cking...gooooood..." She screamed, her words once again broken by short panting breaths of pure pleasure. I layed on my back, and she rode my cock facing me, her fingers danced in her mouth as she licked them frantically in heat, moaning wildly. Her wet pussy looked so incredible sliding up and down on my hard shaft, almost sucking it, it's bright pink inner walls disappearing as they caved in slightly as I filled her, and then stretching out as she lifted off of me and her pussy gripped my cock. "Ah... Ah... Ah..." She moaned, fucking my shaft in rhythmic bliss, completely worked up and beads of sweat forming on her brow her chest and giving her hair was getting damp. I flipped her over again into doggy position with her ass high, and she grabbed a pillow tightly with her arms and buried her face into it, bracing herself. I propped a few more pillows under her tummy, so her pussy was even with my cock as I knelt behind her. I couldn't believe how small her body felt as we maneuvered and changed positions. "Slower Daddy, it hurts a little." She said. "Ok baby," I said, and did my best to slowly slide my blood-streaked cock in and out of her tiny pink pussy, my eyes fixated on the x-rated photos my brain was taking of us in action. Her fragile young frame was splayed over a pile of pillows, the sweet smell of her sex in the air. My cock pushing into a forbidden hole that even it somehow sensed was way out of its league. "Ahhhmmm..." She screamed loudly, the sound muffled by the pillow she buried her face into as my cock slid inside her. 'Don't fucking cum' I told myself. 'You cannot cum yet, you may not cum.' I repeated to myself silently. Hearing the lust in the tone of her voice, seeing her body in such a shear state of pleasure, and watching my hard cock sliding in and out of her pussy pushed me over the edge and I began spraying hot spurts of cum deep inside her, some of it dripping down the outside of her pussy along my hard shaft and hanging there before sliding down the inside of her thigh and down her leg. I prayed there was enough blood to mask the huge load I just pumped inside her. "Did you cum inside me?" She asked. "No, of course not baby, it's just a little blood. Don't look, baby, I'll clean you up." I told her and wiped the blood streaked white liquid dripping from her pussy with the white hotel sheets. "I'm so wet Daddy, are you sure you didn't cum?" She asked. "Yes baby, I'm sure." I said, lying as best as I knew how. "Oh...Em...Gee...Dad." She said, and walked weak-kneed to the bathroom and turned on the shower. As soon as my hard-on subsided I walked the carpeted hallway in my robe to find a cleaning staff member to trade the bloody sheets that had just been witness to the deflowering of my daughters perfect little pussy for a nice clean set. Luckily I found a cleaning lady who was kind enough to make the trade with me and I returned to the room. I leaned back on the bed stared at the ceiling and felt a sickness and shame that I had not felt before. I had really crossed the line. Line isn't really the word, I crossed the razor-wire electric fence, and there was no turning back. I was scared to death that she could become pregnant with my seed. I didn't mean to cum inside her but got caught up in the moment. My biggest fear is that she will tell her mother or some of her friends at school. I'm not sure if teenage girls can keep things like this a secret. This secret could get out, and I was starting to get worried, but soon these feelings were devoured by the lust I had for her. They were no match for what I just experienced, none at all. The next day my daughter seemed very happy and wrapped her arms tightly around me. "Thank you so much, Daddy, I love you. You saved me from potentially ruining my social life as I know it." "Did you bleed a lot?" I asked hoping she hadn't realized what I had done. "You were there Dad." She said. "Is that it? I mean, is that all there is too it?" She asked. "I'm not exactly sure what you are asking, but I think you need to know something." I said. "First is, I will always love you no matter what...and..." I continued. "Dad... you're scaring me." She interrupted. "And second, is..." I searched for the right words. "Go on..." She encouraged. "Well, it's just that, it's important to do it again within 24 hours, or else scar tissue can develop in that area, and can do two things. It can make sex more painful in the years to come, and it can give a slightly rough appearance to your..." "Omg Daddy, you didn't tell me this." She said. "I just learned about it myself. I did some research, and I'm just concerned and wanted to tell you about it." I told her. "Is that why some girls pussy's look kinda ugly?" She asked. "I'm not sure exactly, but I think it may have something to do with it." I said, unsure if I was lying or not. "Omg, my pussy looks so cute and perfect, there is no way I'm gonna let it look all messed up, this is a nightmare." She said. "But I liked that it hurt a little bit, I don't care about the pain part." She continued. "Don't you think I have a cute pussy Daddy?" She asked. "Yes, baby." I answered. "Yes, what?" She asked. "Yes, you have a cute little pussy." I said, feeling my cock grow hard again in pants. Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 04 "Good Morning Daddy." I said as I rolled over and gave him a kiss on the check. "Last night was fantastic! Thank you!" Daddy kissed me on the lips and playfully spanked my ass. "Anything for my little princess." I giggled and rolled over on top of him. Mom was still asleep next us but I figured she would wake soon once she heard the noise going on and felt the bed creaking as I slipped my father's hard cock into my cunt. Although I will still extremely sore from the night before, it felt wonderful to have Daddy's cock entering me. I slowly bounced on his dick. It was buried the full length inside me. I could not get enough of him. He always knew just how to make his princess come. I started bouncing harder and harder as my orgasm approached. "God Daddy you are gonna make me come! Please fuck me Daddy!" I couldn't keep myself from screaming. My tits were now dangling over his face as I bounced my tight little cunt on his fat cock. He grabbed me by the hips and slammed me down again and again onto him. Mom rolled over with a sleepy grin on her face. "You two are at it again?" She crawled up and lay her head on Daddy's chest so that she could kiss and lick on my nipples while I fucked my father. I was coming so hard. I grabbed my mother's face and shoved my tit into her mouth. She greedily sucked it in. I loved the way that it felt to have her tongue rolling over my hard nipples. The way that her tongue licked me, made me feel as though I was in heaven. I loved letting her suck my breasts while my father's fat cock was buried in me! It was more than I could handle. And over the past couple of days the sex life with my parents was getting hotter and hotter. How many women ever get to have their own father's teach them how to have sex? I was a very privileged daughter! And no one could compare to the feeling of Daddy's cock buried in my cunt and my mother sucking on my tits. What more could this little princess ask for? "I want to fuck my daughter now. I have never gotten the chance." My mother said, with a lustful look in her eye. Daddy slowly slid me off his cock and laid me down to retrieve my mother's strap on. I buried my face into her snatch while Daddy sat down to watch. He pulled, pinched and tweaked my mother's nipples making her cunt throb against my tongue. I inserted a couple of fingers and she started bucking against my hand. I could tell that she wanted more and with how wet and slippery she was I was sure that she could take it too! So I slowly slid in three fingers. She was going wild, screaming in orgasm. It was the best orgasm I had ever seen her have so far. I figured I would push it a little farther and stuck all five of my fingers inside her, gently twisting them until I could stick my whole hand inside her cunt. She was so wet and warm. She could not stop coming. She was shaking the bed and riding my hand like a woman gone insane and I loved it! I loved being able to make her come this hard. "Fuck her harder princess. Don't be afraid, she has taken my fist before so I am sure that she can take yours!" With Daddy's permission, I slammed my fist up inside her until I could feel her cervix. She was really coming now! I never thought this could feel so good. I had never been fisted before though I had heard about it and how most women loved it when it happened to them! And I knew my mom loved this! Her cunt juice was soaking the bed underneath her. It turned me on just watching how much she was enjoying my fist buried inside her. I fucked her slowly at first making her writhe and squirm all over the bed. Pushing in and out of her, I could feel her cunt clamping down on my arm. The contractions were enough to drive me over the edge as well. I had never felt a woman's vagina muscles before. It was incredible to feel my mother's muscles contracting around my hand and arm. I was getting lost in the feeling of her cunt. And that is when Daddy moved in behind me and took my cunt with a vengeance. I guess he could not stand to just sit back and watch anymore. He reached around with one hand and rubbed my clit as he fucked my little cunt. The impact from him fucking me was causing my fist to go even deeper inside my mother. I could see the lust written all over her face. She loved to watch Daddy fuck me. I knew that it would soon be her turn to take me with her strap on. But right now with my hand in my mother's cunt and my father pounding away on my pussy, I was in absolute heaven. Over the past couple of days, I had become used to the way his fat prick felt inside me and it became easier to let him fuck me without the pain anymore. It felt so good to be on my knees fucking him this way. The strap on was about 10 inches in length and was as big around as an average size coke bottle. I was not sure if I could take all it but just the thought of it was making me come all over my father's cock. I felt his cock growing harder inside me as well. It was all that he could do to hold back from orgasming. I could feel him throbbing and just on the verge of orgasm when he pulled out and told my mother and I to get on our knees on the bed. He stroked his cock fast and hard waiting for the come to squirt out. My mother and I sat on our knees with our tongues out and waiting to taste him. Without much warning, steamy hot come sprayed all over both of us. It was on our tits, in our hair and all over our faces! The come that sprayed in our mouths was savored; it tasted so good. And not to mention, the amount of come that spilled onto the bed was tremendous. Instantly my mother and I begin to lick the come from each other's bodies. It tasted so good. I licked her from head to toe making sure that she did not have any more come on her, before she threw me back onto the bed. She devoured my entire body. She started with my face. She kissed my lips and licked all the come off them. When we kissed, the come was exchanged back and forth between our mouths before I swallowed it. Daddy's come never tasted so good, than when it was coming from my mother's sweet mouth. She slid her fingers down to fondle my little clit while her mouth kissed my neck. She bit me and I went wild on her fingers. I was fucking her with a fury! She slid a few fingers inside me, I did not care how many at the time, I just knew that it felt amazing and I wanted more. Her mouth was now on my nipples. She licked around the areola, gazing up at me teasingly. I could fell a slight burning sensation in my cunt as my mother completely slid her hand inside me. My father had already loosened my cunt up enough so that it did not hurt too badly. I was on fire! It felt so good! She inhaled one of my tits. She took it into her mouth and slowly sucked as she rolled her tongue around my nipple. This was enough to send me into orgasmic bliss. My cunt exploded in orgasms. Even a fireworks show on the 4th of July could not compare to the way my pussy was convulsing right now. I was coming so hard that I thought my whole cunt would explode. Once I came down from my orgasmic high my mother grabbed me by the hair. I guess my father had put her strap on, on her when she was bent over fisting me. I could feel it at the entrance of my cunt. She rubbed it back and forth across my cunt lips. She would push it into my clit and rub a little harder, making my little cunt quiver with small little orgasms. "That's right. You get on your knees for Mommy. You are such a little whore. Mommy is going to fuck you now." I think even my father was surprised at my mother's sudden domination. I do not think that he had ever seen her like this before. My father stepped in front of me and slid his cock down my throat making me gag on impact. But I did not mind at all. I loved the way his cock felt in the back of my throat. He was truly making me into his little slut and I was loving every single second. "That's right honey fuck the little whores mouth! She is such a slut. Make her drink your come. Let her suck that cock dry!" My mother was fucking me extremely hard from behind. She gathered my hair into her hands and shoved my mouth onto my father's cock. It felt as though I had two cocks there with me. This was not the typical way that my mother reacted. I guess I brought it out in her. But I was not one to complain when I was getting fucked so well from both of them. Feeling her strap on slam into my cervix and feeling my Daddy's hot, thick dick slide down my throat was all that I could take before I went into another round of orgasms. One after the other, my cunt was exploding and I loved it! I could feel my father's cock expanding and contracting in the back of my throat. When he was in my throat I had learned that he liked it when I tried to swallow him whole. The feeling of my throat muscles squeezing his dick must have been nice. Every time I did that he just stopped moving and rolled his eyes in the back of his head. My mother let go of my hair and grabbed me by the hips fucking me so hard that my head was spinning. I could not stop the orgasms from coming even if I had wanted to stop them. I could see the three of us in the mirror that was on my mother's dresser. It was a hot sight to see me down on my knees with my mother fucking me from behind and my father's fat prick down my throat. It was a very hot scene. I could feel my father starting to precum. He was looking the mirror as well when he took my hair and slammed his cock into my throat. While from behind, my mom fucked me like there was no tomorrow. Together both my mom and my dad exploded into orgasm. I could almost feel my mother's cunt throbbing thanks to her strap on buried inside me and I could feel and taste my father's succulent come spilling out of his cock and down my throat. Once we all were finished mother got up and went to make breakfast while Daddy and I went to take a shower together. Once we got into the hot water. He told to sit down on the built in seat that was in the shower and to let the hot water beat down onto my cunt. Every now and then he would insert a couple of fingers and make my cunt throb in response but he would never quite let me come. Finally he stood up and just watched as the water from the shower beat down on top of my clit and made me spasm into orgasm. He watched as I grabbed the shower walls and screamed his name. We finished cleaning up and went to join my mother for breakfast. But we had already had the best breakfast that anyone could offer us! Hadn't we? Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 04 My own blood surged as we walked toward the door, me first and her following slightly behind me. I did not have any definitive plans for the day but there were some glimpses and things that I would have to ponder. I knew it would be a day of training and a day of tests. The training would be in the everyday things and little things that I would expect of her. The tests would be of her devotion, to see how much she was my slave and to see how much further I needed to take her slavery. Just the thoughts of those things raced through my mind as we walked down the hard wood steps with her heels rhythmically clicking on the stairs. I could feel her presence, her warmth bleeding into me. Once we were on the landing of the ground floor, her training began. I did not turn to face her but I spoke sternly. “From now on you are expected to always be on my left,” I informed her. “This is for many reasons, but mainly because as you know I normally carry a pistol concealed and I am right handed. If I ever need to draw my sidearm, you will not be in my way if you are on my left side, slightly behind me. Understand?” “Yes master,” she replied, so close I could feel her breath on me as she spoke. I had to control myself to keep from tearing her clothes off and taking her right there. At the front closet, I reached up to the top shelf and entered the combination on the keypad and opened the small safe that secured my pistol. Taking the holstered automatic I slid it into the waistband at the small of my back. It was interesting to note that I could hear her breath catch when she saw me holstering my weapon. My mind wondered about that as I hid a grin to myself. I kept the safe open for return of the weapons, grabbed a blue blazer, threw it on, and turned around and went to the front door, not paying Keri any mind. At the front door, I ignored her and opened it and waved her through and watched as she walked elegantly and gracefully onto the front porch and waited, hands folded in front of her. Out of my periphery I could see that her back was straight and her head was high yet her eyes were lowered in deference. Good, I thought to myself. She already had a subconscious understand of what was required of her as a submissive woman. I locked the door and spoke to her as I engaged the alarm system and made sure that that bolts were locked before turning into the bright burning sun and walked down to the truck, speaking to my girl. “You will never open a door either into a building or to a vehicle when I am there. Before anything else, when we are in public, you will be a lady. That means being respectful and graceful. You will enter the vehicle or the building at my choosing, when I tell you that you can and not before. If I am not there to open the door, you will wait until I am good and ready to grant you entry. Understand.” “Yes, master.” I smiled to myself; she knew when it was all right to call me daddy and when she should call me master. That was mainly intuitive, and I could tell she had a good grasp in her mind of what her responsibilities and her place would be. Walking to the midnight blue full-sized sport utility vehicle, I opened the door and waited for her to get it. She sat demurely, her knees turned toward the center console which caused her skirt to ride up her thighs to the tops of her stockings; it made me burn with lust to see that. “By the time I get into the vehicle, I expect you to have your skirt pulled up to your waist, with your pussy visible and available to me, girl.” My voice was gravelly and I knew she could hear the desire that burned in it. “Yes, master!” Her voice was excited and quivering. When I slid into the driver’s seat and closed the door, I noticed the light aroma of her cunt juices filling the cab of the vehicle. I could tell that her heart was pounding as she sat there exposed for my pleasure, her freshly shaved and bare pussy mine to view. It was natural for her to feel so, as a woman, completely open and exposed for the pleasure of men. It was arousing and electric for a submissive woman. I couldn’t help but grin to myself. She had repositioned herself closer to me, so that her knees were facing her door, naturally placing herself closer to me. That was subconscious but important. It showed that she was naturally drawn to me; another unspoken sign of desire and attraction. “Whenever we are driving that is how you will sit from now on. You will be close to me, available for me to touch you, or to touch me if I so command it. When we are driving you are not to touch me without my permission or my command. You will be exposed for my pleasure, whether to see you, to touch you or to smell you. You will always be available for my pleasure.” “Yes, master.” Her breath caught again as that sunk in. In the light of day, in public, outside of her safe place in the home, she was learning what it meant to be my slave. That was electric and sexually arousing for her. “When we are driving somewhere, you will not make eye contact with other drivers. You are to look forward or down, with your eyes lowered at all times.” “Yes, master.” I saw her hand rise and shake for a moment, reaching out to touch me before she put it back down on her lap. She closed her eyes and whimpered in sexual need. I smiled to myself. After a few moments, I reached over with my right hand and ran my fingers over her soft and smooth inner thighs, feeling the warmth from her cunt. “Oh, master!” she exclaimed as she threw her legs open for me, instinctively and arched her back into the bucket seat, pressing against me. Her hips thrust upward in an attempt to press her sex against my hand. “Do not move,” I command her as my fingers knead her skin. Her lips are parted and her eyes closed as she breathes deeply. She is tense in an attempt to remain still, fearful of punishment, wishing to obey. She whimpers and yelps as my middle finger slides between her wet and open cunt lips. She is already well juiced up and the touch only makes her excrete more of her slickness. I can feel her hips buck and her scent is heavy. Trembling in need, Keri shoots a pleading look over to me as I catch glances of her as I drive down the street. “Do not move without permission,” I remind her in a dangerously low voice, letting her know that only absolute obedience will be tolerated from her. “Yes, master,” Keri whimpers as she tries to hold still. Her finger nails dig into her thighs above her stockings as she holds still with her legs spread out on the seat. I can see her thigh muscles tensing and relaxing as my finger rubs the opening to her sex, between her lips. Her cunt juices leak out onto the seat as I continue to arouse her almost to the point of no return. “Master!” she exclaims in urgent need as I pull my fingers away. As she opens her mouth to say something else, probably to beg me for release, I stuff my finger into her mouth to silence her. “Lick and suck, girl,” I command her and she obeys without question. I can hear her whimper and mewl as she uses her tongue and lips on my finger, sucking it clean of her cunt juices. The sensation arouses me and I can feel my cock growing harder in my pants. After a moment I remove my finger as she follows it, wishing for more but whimpers like a little girl, not speaking while I move both hands to the steering wheel. Keri reaches out and touches my upper arm, her fingers trembling against me. Without warning, I backhand her across the face so hard she hits the other side of the car. In surprise she looks at me with wild eyes. “I’m sorry master! Please forgive me! Forgive me!” Her eyes were wild as she looked at me, knowing that she had disobeyed; she had touched me without permission. Meekly while I watched the road, Keri touched her cheek, which I am sure still burned from the discipline. I watched as she knelt on her seat and faced me. She spoke softly, pleadingly, submissively. “May I touch you master?” Without speaking, I nodded and only a second later I felt her cheek on my shoulder. Keri’s hands clutched at me upper arm while she kissed and caressed her cheek against me. I could feel her teeth biting at my blazer while her nails dug into my arms. She sobbed and moaned in need, but did not beg. She did not plead. I could tell she feared punishment for letting her needs known to me. “You do not need to be afraid to let your needs me known to me, Keri. You are a slave and I will know all of you, your fears, your needs, your desires, everything. You are not allowed to hold anything back. You will not be punished for telling me what you need or what you want. But as your owner, it is up to me to decide if I give it to you.” “I need release master!” she exclaimed after hearing me. She nearly screamed this; her need was so much upon her. “My body burns, my pussy aches, my body screams for you. I scream for you.” It was too much to hold back a laugh. “Well, that is understandable. I mean, I just finished arousing you to the point of explosion at my house. For the past ten minutes I rubbed your pussy and caressed your pussy for my enjoyment. It’s only natural for you to be in sexual need.” My amusement was evident in my voice. I chuckled again when Keri growled in mounting frustration and pulled away. I felt very satisfied as she pouted in solitude and silence. I paid her no mind. I was master and I would have what I wanted. “Your purpose is for my pleasure,” I informed her. “Your soul purpose is to serve and to please me. If you do so, then you will receive pleasure and your needs will be filled. But your ultimate and only purpose is to whatever I desire and need. You are slave. I am master. There is no room for questioning it. Am I clear?” “Yes, master,” she pouted and I chuckled again. “Have I pleased you?” Looking at the road, I nodded. “Yes you have.” “Then why can’t I cum?” she moaned. Stifling another laugh, I looked over at her as I pulled to a stop for a red light. “Because it doesn’t please me to allow you to at this time.” Keri must not have liked this answer because she grumped and crossed her arms across her chest and did not look at me, or speak to me. She got over it quick though, because by the time the light turned green and we started to move again, Keri’s cheek was back against my shoulder and she kissed me softly. “I love you master,” she whispered as she laid her cheek against my shoulder. “Thank you for being so strong.” Before I knew it her hand was on my inner thigh and my cock was throbbing by the time I felt her soft small hand running against the length of it while it was trapped in my pants. “Take it out,” I ordered her gruffly as I rearranged myself in my seat. Giggling, Keri did so, unzipping my pants and gently taking my cock out of my pants. I shuddered slightly as her small fingers light played with my cock, stroking its length and massaging the underside of its head, driving me insane. I groaned aloud as her fingers rubbed leaked pre-cum against the head, making it slick. “Can I taste?” she asked, looking up at me with shining eyes. I nodded wordlessly and watched out of my periphery while she brought her fingers to her lips and sucked and licked the cum off of them. She shuddered and closed her eyes in pleasure as she did so. “I love tasting you daddy,” she whispered softly. “I love feeling your seed in my belly almost as much as I love feeling you fill my little pussy up.” Silence followed as we neared our destination as she continued to stroke and massage my cock. I could tell I was nearing release as my scrotum tightened up and filled with cum. I literally ached as she pleasured me. The innocent little wench didn’t even know what she was doing to me. I could tell by her breathing and the look on her face that she was intent on pleasuring me without any thought of the consequences. She stared at my cock as she stroked it, mesmerized. Pulling into the mall, I parked in a secluded area where there were not a lot of cars and pushed Keri away from me while I pushed the seat back away from the steering wheel. Without speaking, I grabbed Keri by the hair and pulled her head down to my cock. She yelped in surprise but wasted no time in pleasuring me with her mouth and lips. While cars drove by and found parking spots, I shuddered at the feel and softness of her lips stroking my cock, her head bobbing up and down while the flat of her tongue caressed my shaft and nuzzled against my balls and pubic hair. Within seconds I could feel my release approaching closer and closer as her mouth pistoned up and down on my cock. She could feel it too as she looked up at me, her eyes begging me to cum. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and thrust my hips upward and pushed her head down onto me. I could feel my cock invading her throat forcefully as she whimpered and squealed, looking up at me with fear in her eyes. I looked down at her while I came, shooting a long stream of cum down her throat directly into her belly. After my cock was emptied, I settled back onto the seat and calmed my breathing down as she recuperated, nostrils flaring from the experience. Keri’s whole body shook as she continued to lick and lightly suck the head of my cock. Her eyes locked on mine with something akin to wonder as she sobbed. A small bit of cum seeped from my piss-hole and she eagerly sucked it up and I watched as she lifted her head and ran my cum across her teeth and swished it in her mouth. She shuddered as she swallowed it. Wordlessly I pushed my cock back into my pants and got out of the car and walked around to her side. Keri was smart enough to know that if she cannot open a car door to get in, she can’t open it to get out. I opened the door and gave her my hand to help her out and she smiled meekly up at me. Part of the look was fearful, wondering what I would do with her, another part was excitement to be dressed as she was with me, and the rest of it was pure sexual need and tension. “You will heel when we walk in public,” I informed her as we started to walk toward the mall entrance. “Master?” she asked, confused. “Heeling, girl,” I replied. “One to two steps behind me on my left. You stop when I stop, turn when I turn, so that no matter how I am walking, you are still in your place.” “Yes, master,” she replied. “And where is your place?” I asked as we walked on. “Your slave, Daddy. My place is wherever you want me as whatever you wish me to be.” “Good girl,” I answered, grinning to myself. Without warning I stopped quickly and stood still. Not surprisingly, a second later, she bumped into me with an “ooooof,” and quickly stepped back in embarrassment. “I said, pay attention, girl!” I growled. “Yes, master,” she replied quickly, fearing discipline. “Please forgive your girl, daddy.” I nodded without speaking and did not look at her. I simply started walking again. As we approached the entry to the mall, I could see the eyes of people on her, admiring her. There was no doubt that she was beautiful, but it went beyond that. Her sensuality was on display and was clearly visible. It exuded her, the heightened state of sexual tension, and the way that she was dressed. Keri could not help but be sensual as she was. She waited for me to open the door for her and waited inside the foyer to the mall to the left with her hands crossed in front of me. After Opening the second door, she fell in step behind me as we walked into the bustling and loud mall that was full of shoppers, teenagers and adults shopping on their lunch hour. “Daddy,” she whispered to my excitedly. She had been to the mall before, but I had chosen one out of the way where there was little risk that we would be recognized. This was her first time in the mall in her present position. She was my slave being led by her master and she knew it. Her face was a look of awe and her eyes shone. I did not admonish her when she clung to my left arm and walked slightly behind me. Smiling to myself I silently led her through the mall, just browsing. She could feel the eyes of men on her and it was visibly arousing her; the girl trembled on my arm. It was natural for her to feel that way. She was a woman, an object of beauty. For the first time in her life, Keri was openly and uninhibitedly displaying her sensuousness for the world to see. As we stopped in front of a store, I felt her shake slightly and her lips kiss my blazer as she whimpered slightly. We spent the next few hours shopping. I enjoyed the attention that Keri was receiving, proud that she belonged to me. The natural slave that she was basked in it as well, glowing visibly. We went from store to store, picking up little things. I found pleasure in watching her try on clothes, modeling them for me. She seemed wrapped up in all the attention that was pouring on her, reveling in it and giggling happily. She seemed so alive, vibrant, like every muscle in her body was working overtime. I had decided the night before that Keri needed a whole new wardrobe in her place as my slave. Most of her clothes were tomboyish and hid the charms that her body provided for my delight. She had mainly worn jeans and a tee shirt, or hip hugging pants and shorts. From now on things would be different as she learned what it was that pleased me and learned her place. There was no room in the wardrobe of my slave for clothes like that. I would show her the sexuality that lay locked deep inside her. Keri would discover the sensuousness that craved to be released and controlled and tamed. Most of the things that I bought for her fitted my desires for my girl, taste and sensual but not overly ostentatious. She would be a prize to be seen, envied and coveted, but not displayed like a whore for sale. We stopped and got some skirts and blouses in different styles, all of which stopped just above the knees which would show off her legs for the world to see. Most of the blouses that I bought her attenuated her curves, spaghetti strap tank tops and sheer see-through blouses. Mainly for everyday wear, I bought her some sun dressed in different colors that stopped just the below the knee which would display her lovely legs and calves. I wanted her in dresses and skirts mostly, feminine and sensual; they also provided me easy, quick access to my property. The one thing that I enjoy most is the beauty of a woman. Many things about the female form I find utterly attractive and sensual. I love the bare shoulders of a woman. A woman’s neck is unbelievably sensual to me. A woman’s well-formed calves and legs drive me wild with lust. A woman’s curves, a thin waist and curvy womanly hips were enough to make my cock grow hard. I love it all. And I found it Keri to be the most sensual, beautiful of them all. And she belonged to me. By the time we reached the last store, four hours after we gotten there we finally walked into the final store. We had to bring all her bags to the car because we had bought so much, but there was one last store that I wanted us to visit, a special store. By the time we entered the mall the second time, Keri seemed to be a different woman. Her walk was vibrant, confident, and sensual. She was an owned woman. Every move she made reverberated that. Though it was still mainly unharnessed and unrefined, she had sensuousness and coarse sexuality that pervaded everything that she did. I was proud of how she was coming along. “Can I help you?” the well-dressed saleslady asked with an uppity smile as she approached us. I stood there with my feet slightly apart, looking around, searching the store. Keri stood a step behind me with her hands folded before her, looking around curiously and slightly in wonder. I could tell her mind was wondering what I would purchase her. I let the saleslady stand there and wait for a moment. Finally I spoke. “We need an evening dress for the lady here.” I cast eyes to Keri as if I was appraising her. She blushed under my attention. “I want something that will accentuate her charms without it being too flagrant. It should be low-cut without being sluttish. Preferably it should be something that ends just above the knee, or it may be longer, but either way it should have a slit to attenuate her legs.” Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 04 The woman seemed taken aback by my directness and seemed to wilt under my eyes when I turned and looked at her straight on, without faltering or backing down. Like most women, she must have been used to intimidating males with her slim figure and high class looks. It made me one more time about the lack men in the world. As far as I was concerned it took more than a pair of balls and a cock to make a man. For shock effect, I added: “and we’ll need some sexy under things,” with a mischievous glint in my eyes. Her smile was strained as she tried to reevaluate her position for a second before she spoke. “Yes, sir. I’m sure I can help you.” She smiled dazzlingly to Keri and I noted an angry look when she heard me chuckle under my breath. “Well, let’s see if it pleases me,” I replied for Keri. Not saying another word, we followed the woman to the formal wear area of the shop as we weaved through the racks of overpriced and under-made clothes which I thought looked kind of silly. I silently wondered if this was what they called fashion these days. Keri kept looking around, quietly taking it all in. After we got to the formal wear area we found a couch and some chairs for our comfort while the saleswoman looked through the clothes trying to pick something out. I sat down and relaxed leaning back into the couch. I ignored Keri as she stood to my left, hands folded in front of her, looking slightly uncomfortable as she wondered what she should do. Finally, the saleswoman came back and I gave her a cursory glance, not really paying any attention to her. I finally saw that her name was Rachel. I smiled to myself. The name fitted. She had a nice tan and well defined facial lines. Her body seemed very well-proportioned, perhaps five-foot six and maybe one-hundred and thirty pounds. I found her curves and the lines of her body interesting, but paid no more attention to those things as she started laying out the choices that she had made for Keri. All of the clothes looked tasteful, mainly in black with one in burgundy and one in emerald. They all looked nice, but we would have to see how they looked on Keri before I made my decision. “Very nice choices,” I said to Rachel, whose face lit up at the compliment. Interesting, I thought to myself, shoving the thought to the back of my mind with a flicker of amusement and pondering. “Okay, Keri,” I said and watched as she turned, more like twirled to face me, her face expectant. “Time to see which one I like on you best.” “Okay-” she said excitedly, bubbly, and caught herself from calling me master or daddy. I chuckled and grinned at that as she turned and walked into the dressing room with the saleswoman. She came out a few moments later with the first choice. It looked nice on her but was not what I wanted for her. It was black and low cut and just hit her knees. Something about it was too plain, too everyday. I shook my head and she turned around and walked back into the dressing room. She tried on three more dresses and each one left something missing. They were all very nice dresses but not exactly what I wanted for her. I have very exact tastes and when it comes to my little girl, I expect all of them to be satisfied. “There is one more dress for her to try on, sir,” Rachel said, chagrined at my lack of a choice thus far. She checked her watch, noting that it was close to closing time. “Well,” I said, leaning forward on the couch, looking the saleswoman in the eye. “We’ll just have to see, Rachel. But do not look at your watch again or we will take out business elsewhere. Am I clear?” “Yes, sir,” Rachel replied, off guard at my directness. She looked away and blushed slightly. When I looked at Keri she smiled and I winked. “Go on, Keri and try on the other one,” I said waving them away. “Yes, master,” she said, and looked at me shocked and fearful that I would be upset. All I did was chuckle. When I looked at Rachel, she looked even more shocked that my little girl had called me master. What surprised me was the curious, and perhaps a desirous look when she caught a glance of me. “Now go,” I said quickly and Keri turned swiftly and nearly ran toward the dressing room to do my biding, leaving Rachel there to chase after her. She caught my eye and I grinned as I looked straight at her. “Someone’s got to keep the little girl in line, huh?” She blushed hard and turned to chase after my little girl, leaving my laughing. A few moments later, when Keri walked out, I was left breathless and overcome with desire and lust to the point that I could not speak. Leaning forward on the couch, I drank in the sight, so captivating it was. Keri stood before me in a black dress that hugged her torso, pushing her firm breasts up to the low-cut neckline and hugged the curves of her body. It flowed from her hips to three inches above the knee. She could feel her eyes on me and stood as a slave stood, presenting herself to me. Her weight rested on her left foot with her right knee flexed and foot slightly turned outward, pushing her left hip out. Her left hand was on her hip, while her right rested lightly on her thigh. Her back was bowed slightly, and her head was high, proud. When I looked into her eyes, she had a lustful, sensual look on her face with her lips slightly parted and pouting. She was a vision of sensuousness and soft femininity. “Turn around,” I said softly and she complied immediately, showing me the backless dress that exposed her well formed, sensual and smooth backside to me. Beautiful, I thought to myself, perfect. “We’ll take it.” Rachel beamed hearing my words, relieved that I was pleased and glad to have made the sale; she should have been with the price-tag on the dress. I stood up and looked at my girl. Keri must have recognized the look in my eye because she blushed and looked away, fully comprehending that reaction she was causing in me. Looking right at Keri, I spoke to Rachel. “Under things now, please. She will need garter belts and stockings in black, red and white. She will also need a selection of corsets in black and white. Bras to match the clothes that she has; Keri will tell you what colors. Also shoes to match the dress and the other clothes.” “Yes, sir,” Rachel said with a deference in her voice that gave me pause. I stood and watched with crossed arms as they browsed through the lingerie section, smiling and talking. I saw the giggling and wondered what in the world they were talking about. Every once in a while the stole glances toward me but I paid them no mind. After a few moments, they retreated to the dressing room. Not really knowing the hell I was doing, I followed them into the dressing room and stood out of the way, waiting and listening. It was not long before I saw my girl undressing from behind the door that stood five inches above the floor and the next thing I heard surprised me and threw me into a rage. “Such a nice pussy you have Keri,” I heard Rachel saying. “Thank you. Daddy likes it,” my little girl giggled. “That’s your father?” Rachel asked in surprise. “He masters you?” “He owns me,” I heard Keri reply. Then with a naughty tone in her voice, “but he has not let me cum yet today, and I want to so badly. My body aches, my pussy aches to cum. God I need release.” “Maybe I can help you there,” Rachel said with a conspiring tone of voice. “Your master is all the way on the other side of the store. He won’t know.” Within seconds, I could hear Keri moaning in pleasure as Rachel was touching her pussy. “Yes, yes, yes. Play with my clit, Rachel. Oh, God, that feels so good. Please don’t stop. I’m so close to cumming.” “Such a pretty pussy,” Rachel breathed. I felt my cock hardening in addition the anger swirling within me at my slave girl receiving sexual pleasure without my permission. I would wait though. I would bide my time and would make the punishment worthy of her crime. “God, you’re so wet. Have you ever been with another woman?” “No,” Keri breathed. “My best friend and I used to masturbate together but never more than that. Oh God! Please don’t stop!” I could hear the slurping sounds of her wet cunt. “I love the taste of a beautiful woman,” Rachel breathed. “So sweet, so sweet. Beautiful baby.” “I’m gonna cum,” Keri announced breathlessly. “I’m gonna cum. So close, I’m so close.” Right then I took off my belt and opened the door and stood watching. Keri was naked save for her stockings and garter belt, with her legs spread and eyes closed leaning back and panting against Rachel whose hand was vigorously rubbing my daughter’s clit; my girl’s cunt was glistening with her wet juices dripping down her inner things. Rachel looked up and her eyes grew big in shock and fear, seeing me there as her hand stopped mid stroke, blushing hard at being caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She stood still, not quite knowing what to do. “Please! Don’t stop!” I heard Keri nearly scream in sexual frustration. “I’m so close!” I drew my hand back and cuffed her hard across her cheek, sending her reeling against the wall with a thump and then she crumpled to the floor. She looked up at me in shock at being hit, as well as being caught so close to her orgasm. “Master!” she nearly screamed. Keri started to speak, try and wheedle her way out of what was coming but she fell silent when she saw the look in my eyes. It was cold. It was harsh. She knew she was in trouble. Keri knew I was shitty. Bringing the belt up, I struck her hard over and over again. I hut her arm with the belt. Her side was next. She cowered in the fetal position, face down, trying to get out of the punishment, but I hit her over and over again, never speaking. My blood was boiling as the force of the whipping snapped through the air. Rachel watched, frozen, fear coursing through her but I did not even notice as I meted out my punishment to my errant slave. “So you wanna be fucked?” I asked harshly as my belt snapped against the small of her back. “You wanna cum?” The belt fell across both her ass cheeks. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Rachel starting to edge toward the door. I shot her a cold hard look. “Do not move, woman!” I returned my attention to Keri and continued to whip her, bringing the belt down against her again and again. “Daddy! I’m sorry! Please stop! I’ll be good! I promise! Please daddy! Please! I beg you to stop! I beg!” The whipping continued until all of my anger bled out of me. Finally I stood over her, the rage subsiding, my breathing heavy. Keri lay before me bruised and reddened ball as she cried, weeping and whimpering from the punishment. But I wasn’t done yet. The punishment would continue. “Daddy!” she squealed when she felt my fist in her hair, dragging her to the other side of the spacious dressing room. “So you wanna be a slut?” I asked with a growl in my voice. “You wanna be a slut!” Grabbing some twine that was laying on the floor, I tightly wrapped the thin line around her wrists and tied it off to the hook above her head that was used to hang clothes up. She was displayed in her lingerie hands over her head. She tried to break free and struggled but soon found that the more the fought the tighter the knots got around her wrists. I gave her an angry look and she wilted before my eyes, looking away not able to hold my gaze. Next, I turned my attention to Rachel who was backing away trying to get away, but before she knew what was happening I was upon her, a foot from her and no place that she could go. I drew back and slapped her face viciously. The woman lost her balance and tottered but she stayed on her feet. Grabbing the back of her hair, I belt her back, forcing her breasts up. Her eyes were wild with fear as she looked at me, silently. “How dare you touch my property,” I sneered. My finger pointed to the bound slut on the other side of the room. “That slut is my property to be touched at my bidding, not some woman who thinks she’s in control. She is mine to use. Nobody else’s.” Wrenching her back farther she yelped in pain. “Pl-pl-” she tried to speak. “Silence!” I growled and she quickly shut her trap. “I’ve watched you from the first time we entered the store. I heard you asking about her place with me. I know you were asking about her slavery. I’m not stupid, you little woman.” I shook her in my grip and she closed her eyes as tears ran down her cheek. “You think you’re a woman,” I said, my voice dripping with contempt. Next, I spoke quietly, inexplicably serene “You have no idea what it means to be a woman.” Without warning, I threw the smaller woman to the floor and she collapsed to the center of the room. She snapped around to look up at me but did not dare move. Before she knew it I was upon her. I dragged her closer to where Keri was and I hiked her expensive dress up around her waist, exposing her already sopping wet red lace panties. With a savageness that made her gasp, I tore the panties off of her legs. “Daddy! What are you doing?” I heard Keri exclaim but when I looked at her it was jealousy at me taking another woman, not alarm from the situation. “Silence, slave!” I growled at her. She whimpered and growled in jealousy and tried to fight the binding but it was no good. Losing all patience I stepped over to her and shoved Rachel’s panties into her mouth as a gag. “You wanted this cunt, so now you can taste her juices,” I sneered at her. Turning my attention back to Rachel I knelt next to her and ran my hands up her thighs, over her thigh high stockings. My touch was surprisingly gentle and she shivered at the touch but did not dare move. I could tell she was aroused. Her eyes were wild as she looked at me, watching me, waiting for me to do something. “So you thought you had the upper hand didn’t you?” I asked in a kindly voice. She did not answer me. She sobbed when she felt my hand in her hair pulling her face to me. “I asked you a question, bitch,” I growled. “Yes! Yes! I thought I had the upper hand!” she said with a fearful tone in her voice. Good, I thought to myself. She should be scared. I ran my hand over her moist and glistening pussy as she moaned and bucked her hips at my touch. I chuckled contemptuously. “High-class bitch. You’re probably used to having the upper hand, aren’t you? In your designer clothes and using your body to get what you want, huh?” “Yes,” she moaned as she tried to move her body to feel more of my touch. “Please!” she moaned, trying to get away from my, but with my fist in my hair, pulling her back, she was helpless against me. “You don’t have the upper hand anymore, do you?” I asked, ignoring her pleas as my fingertips trailed over her sensitive inner thighs. “No,” she said softly. “Please!” “Please what?” I asked, quietly, looking at her. “Please don’t do this. I can’t do this. I’m married and I can’t. You can’t. Please!” She sobbed when she felt my grip tighten in her hair and I heard her gasp as I opened my pants and released my throbbing hard cock. “You try to fuck my property and now all of a sudden have an attack of the conscience? Too late for that sweet heart.” With a suddenness that shocked her, I was between her legs, forcing my cock into her dripping wet pussy. “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she wailed when she felt my cock piercing her lips and pushing into her tight cunt. She threw her head to the side and arched her back as my cock forced itself into her. “No, no, no, please!” she cried, but her body spoke clearer than her words. Her wet cunt was clamping down on my cock as I slammed into her hard and viciously. Her slick cunt sucked me in and held on tight as I thrust into her, filling her up. I held her hands down above her head as my cock pumped into her. Rachel’s body started to respond, her hips bucking up to meet my thrusts and her already sopping cunt, creaming even more, coating my cock with her sweet juices as I fucked her. “So big! Oh my god! You’re so big!” When I looked over to Keri she had turned away, sobbing, weeping quietly. She squealed in pain as I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her closer to us. “Watch you slut! Watch me use the woman you were going to fuck, errant slave.” I released her and fearing my punishment, she locked her eyes onto us as I fucked Rachel good and hard. With my cock pumping into her, Rachel snapped her head around and stared up at my sweat glistened face as my hips slammed into hers. “Fuck me you son of a bitch! Fuck me good!” Her hands clawed at me, her fingers gripping my blazer that I was still wearing. “Master me!” Savagely, I backhanded her hard across the cheek. “Silence, you whore!” I growled as I continued to fuck her wet cunt furiously, feeling my balls filling with my cum. She snapped her head back and closed her eyes as the pleasure washed over her. She couldn’t help but feel the sensations. She was a woman and a man was forcing her sensuousness to the surface. Her sexuality was being forced from her for my pleasure. Her body was writhing beneath mine, obviously lost in the pleasure as she moaned and sobbed at the feeling as my cock fucked her wet cunt that was squeezing my shaft with every thrust. “I need to cum. I need to cum.” Rachel looked up at me. “Please can I cum?” I laughed as I fucked her. “I don’t give a shit if you cum or not. I’m not your master and I’m using you for my pleasure, not yours. I don’t really care about your pleasure.” With that I fucked into her with a savageness, slamming my cock into her hot cunt so hard, it moved her on the floor a few inches as I continued to viciously use her for my pleasure. Clutching me with her eyes shut, Rachel’s whole body exploded into orgasm as she trembled and shook, with a low moan that rocked through her. I felt her cunt convulsing around me as cunt juice splashed out of her. Her orgasm lasted a few moments but I didn’t care. I continued to fuck her hard, exacting my pleasure from her. My cock forced her tightening pussy walls open to accept more of me. “You slut!” I growled down at her as her orgasm subsided. “Yes!” she exclaimed. “I am a slut. How can anyone be anything but a slut around you!” I chuckled. “That’s right, you whore, fuck me. Fuck me with your cunt, you fucking whore!” With that I slammed into her one more time and came hard, filling her caverns with my hot cum as her body shook with another mini-orgasm. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she moaned with her eyes shut as she shivered from the sensation. Rachel gasped when I pulled out and stood up over her. I saw her still open cunt lips and the cum and cunt juices spilling out of her, dripping down the crack of her ass. “You fucking whore,” I spat at Rachel as I walked to my girl who knelt there whimpering, looking away. Keri gasped when I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up, forcing her look up at me. “Clean my cock off, slave,” I ordered. She trembled in fear and quickly moved to appease me, using her lips and tongue to suck my cock clean. I could hear her slurping as she licked the other woman’s cunt juices mixed with my cum off of my cock. As upset as she may have been at watching me fuck Rachel, the little girl couldn’t deny it aroused her. “Enough,” I said as I knelt down beside her and felt between her legs. I was right. “You are a hot slut, aren’t you?” “Yes, master,” she whispered wriggling her body as my fingers ran between her pussy lips. “What is your purpose here on earth?” I asked as I massaged her clit leisurely. “To please you and only to please you, master. I am here only to serve you.” “Don’t forget it,” I said as I united the twine from the hook and pushed her toward Rachel’s open legs. The bitch still had not moved, laying there shivering and whimpering on the floor. “Now lick and suck the slut’s cunt clean.” She whimpered but obeyed, lapping up at my cum from between Rachel’s legs, sucking and licking her clean, eating all of my cum. She moaned as her tongue slid between the older woman’s pussy lips looking for more of my cum, hungry for it. Rachel froze in shock and moaned as another orgasm rocked through her body, shaking her to the core. Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 04 I leaned down and pulled Keri up off the woman and set her back on her heels, kneeling. She was breathless with her face glistening with my cum and the woman’s cunt juices. Unclipping my knife from my pocket I placed the blade against her throat, looking down at her. “You will please me or die, slave. Am I clear?” “Yes master. I will please you daddy. I’m here for your pleasure. I will please you.” “You better,” I said as I grabbed a towel from the chair and tossed at her. “Clean yourself up, slave, and get dressed.” Turning around I smirked at Rachel, who was still laying on the floor in the afterglow of her orgasms, still shivering. She looked up at me with wonder in her eyes. “Master me,” she whispered as she reached out for my leg. I kicked her away. “No,” I answered simply. “Master me!” she pleaded, grabbing my leg again. Kicking her away from me I laughed. “No.” Reaching into my pocket, I pulled five one-hundred dollar bills from my money clip and threw them down on her crumpled dress. “Keep the change.” By the time I turned around, Keri was dressed and I led her out of the store, leaving Rachel half naked, shivering on the changing room floor, wondering what emotions had been unlocked from deep within her soul. I could feel her eyes burning into my back but did not look back or pay her any mind. She was only a woman. “I can’t believe you did that,” Keri pouted as we walked toward the entrance and to our vehicle. The mall was emptying out but was still alive with activity. “Did what?” I asked, amused. “Fucked another woman. I’m your slave. I’m supposed to be the one you fuck, daddy. I’m not happy,” she said sulking, as I laughed at her. She continued to sulk. “I’m ad at you, daddy.” Sighing in frustration, I grabbed her upper arm and led her through one of the doors that the janitors use and walked quickly to a corner area where nobody could see us. I roughly pushed her up against the wall and pulled her dress up around her waist. My hand found her wet cunt and her engorged clit. “Daddy!” she exclaimed in pain when my fingers squeezed it hard and twisted it. “Shut up, you slut!” I ordered as I lifted upward on the trapped member and she lifted up onto her toes, the heels of her shoes no longer touching the ground. She sobbed in pain as she looked at me fearfully. “Who owns this?” I asked her. “You do! You do daddy! You own it.” “Who owns your body?” I asked next. “You do!” “That’s right. I own it. You don’t own me. You answer to me. I don’t answer to you. I do what I want, when I want. You don’t dare tell me what to do. I won your body and will do with it as I please. You have no choice.” I twisted harder and tears ran down her face. “You own me, master. I’m here to please you, master.” She sobbed as I twisted and lifted her clit a little bit more. “I’m sorry daddy! Please daddy! I promise I’ll be good! I promise! Please stop! Show your girl mercy! Please!” I snapped her clit away and released it and stood back. She squealed and looked at me in shock. I don’t think she knew what to think. This was probably the first time that the full complexity of being my slave had set in with her. Prior to this, she had probably thought that it wasn’t real, or was something she could design and control. By the look in her eye, I knew that Keri finally saw that there were no bargains. There would be no limits as to her submission or her slavery. She was mine. Completely. “Put your skirt down and heel,” I said and turned and waited impatiently. When I felt her in her place behind me to my left, I walked without speaking toward the door leading to the mall and we left. When we got into the car, it was quiet as I put it into drive and I started to carry us to the next, and the last, place on the list of things to do. I had been thinking about the next stop and made up my mind about it. “Are we going home now daddy?” Keri asked, meekly. “No, baby girl,” I said as I put us on the main highway into the city. “One more stop.” “Where, daddy?” she asked, curiously. “You’ll see,” I replied and fell quiet. Within a few moments of driving, I felt Keri’s hands on my right arm; I did not discipline her, concentrating instead on the drive ahead of me. She snuggled her small tender frame into me and kissed my shoulder. “I’m sorry for being a bad girl, daddy. I promise I’ll be good for you. All I did was nod. We arrived at our next stop within fifteen minutes as the sun was setting over the sky scrapers of the city. “Daddy?” she asked, worried as she stared at the body modification and BDSM combination shop in one of the seedier parts of town. I didn’t speak as I got out and walked around to her side of the Tahoe Blazer and opened the door for her. “Come on, baby girl,” I said, feigning impatience with her. “Hey Jimmy!” the owner said from behind the counter, throwing me a wave and a smile. “What say you, Bob,” I said with a grin as Keri fell in beside me. She looked around with trepidation in her eyes, soaking it all in. Bob’s eyes lit up when she saw her and approvingly looked her over. I used the shock affect with Keri as we browsed through the store silently. I thrust a basket into her hands and she wordlessly followed me as I dropped things into the basket. Her eyes were big with fear but she did not speak as I dropped the butt plugs, vibrators, nipple clamps, clit hugger and other things into the basket that she was carrying. “Master?” she asked. “Silence, slave,” I said as I lead her up to the counter. “New possession?” Bob asked as he rang through the items. “That’s right Bob,” I said with a grin, pushing Keri forward for her to be appraised. I was quite proud of her. She didn’t quite understand that she was a complete slave to be shown off as only a prized possession can be. When we were through purchasing our items, Bob looked her over and his eyes locked on her chest, barely hidden by the sheer shirt. I turned to Keri. “Strip your shirt off,” I commanded her. Keri looked at me pleadingly but quickly moved to comply. The girl knew better than to argue with me. She reddened with embarrassment as she stood in only her bra for my friend to see. “Very nice,” Bob said, nodding his head. “Now the bra, girl.” She couldn’t look up as she reached behind her and unsnapped the bra, freeing her firm breasts. Bob looked at me with a raised eyebrow and I nodded with a grin. He leaned forward and softly touched her breasts. Weighing them in his hands, he felt the firmness and caressed them lightly. When he rolled her nipples between his fingers, Keri gasped and moaned, stiffening in arousal. “Sensitive,” he said with a grin. “Very,” I confirmed. Keri had her eyes shut and didn’t see me step behind her. My hands replaced Bobs and she leaned back against me, pressing her rear into my cock as I rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefingers and then pinched them hard. Her eyes shot open and she looked back at me. “Do not move slave,” I commanded her quietly as I pulled on her sensitive nipples. The slut couldn’t help but moan in pleasure and pain as I twisted her nipples hard between my fingers. “Do you like that slave?” “Yes, master,” she said blushing, embarrassed to be speaking that way in front of someone that she didn’t know. “Very nice,” Bob said again. He cleared his throat. “Is that gonna be all for you, Jimmy?” I released her nipples with a snap. “No, Bob. I was hoping one of your artists would have some time to do some body work for me.” He chuckled. “Going to mark her?” “That’s right.” With a quick look at his book, he told me that one of his better artists was free and would be available for it. “Good,” I said and as an afterthought turned to Keri. “Put your bra and shirt back on, slave.” It wouldn’t do to have the tattoo artist distracted while he was working. “Master?” Keri said with a touch of fear in her voice as she walked into the tattoo artist’s room, looking around. “Take your skirt off,” I commanded, ignoring her question. Blushing again, her eyes glazed over, as if she was in a trace, Keri obeyed without question. Any defiance that she might still be having was slowly being crushed. “Now lay down in the table,” I commanded as I turned around and spoke to Dave, the artist. “How are you doing, Dave?” I asked shaking the artist’s hand. He was about twenty-eight and both of his arms and his neck were covered with tattoos. He was one of the better artists in the city that I knew of. “Not bad, Jim. What are we doing on her today Jim?” “Something simple,” I said, quickly sketching out what I wanted done on her. “I want it done on her left thigh, just below her hip.” “Not a problem,” he said and quickly went to work. “Sit still,” I snapped as the tears rolled down Keri’s cheek. She squealed in pain as the needle first touched her skin. “Sit still dammit,” I said, sitting down next to her and taking her hand, silently. “Master,” she whimpered as the pain seared through her. “It’s my body to mark. You are my slave and will be marked as such,” is aid gently as I wiped her tears away. “Now be a good girl and sit still.” “Yes, master,” she wept but laid still as Dave expertly worked on her skin. She looked up at me sobbing, feeling the needle on her and it finally set in that she was owned. She was property. She was a slave. The pain of the tattoo, watching me fuck another woman, being forced to lick my cum out of her mouth, being forced to display herself and be touched by another man, all of it taught her that she was a slave. Her defiance was broken. Her individualism was shattered. She was owned; she was part of me. In less than an hour, David was done and I was not dissatisfied with his work. On her left thigh just below the hip was the Japanese kanji for slave as well as a not-yet-blossoming red rose that wept red tears. When he was done, Keri stood in front of the mirror, mesmerized, looking at the tattoo. “I’m a slave,” she said, wonderingly, looking at her mark. “I’m a slave. I’m a slave. I’m a slave.” So enthralled with the tattoo, she didn’t even notice that she was naked from the waist down displaying her shaved bare, young pussy for everyone to see. “Let David put the ointment and bandage on it,” I said to Keri, breaking her moment and pointed back to the table. She walked over to it and laid back down and gasped when the cold ointment was rubbed over the fresh tattoo. “Owwwwww! Daddy!” she screamed when he smacked the tattoo openhanded after the bandage was on it with a loud snap. I chuckled as David finished the tattoo with his trademark. “Thanks, Dave.” “No problem, Jim,” he said with a grin. “Fresh slave, huh?” “Yea, she is. Pretty isn’t she?” I asked with a grin. “She looks like a treat,” he said appraising her, as she stood on display, not moving, blushing and looking down. I could tell she still was not used being viewed with such frank appreciation. She loved the attention but it still embarrassed her. “Is she trained?” “Not completely. I’m still breaking her in, but she’s fresh. She still has a long way to go.” I heard Keri make a noise upset of being seen as less than perfect but she dared not look up or speak. I peeled a pair of one-hundred dollar bills off the money clip and handed them to my friend. “Thanks, Jim. Come back again if you need anymore work.” He leaned back in his chair and continued to look at Keri, assessing her beauty. “You know I will,” I turned back to Keri as she started to move toward her skirt. “I did not give you permission to dress yet, slave.” She looked up at me in surprise, wondering what I had in mind for her. “You still owe Dave a tip.” “Master?” she asked, cringing already knowing what I wanted her to do. “On your knees and show Dave how appreciative you are for his good work on your skin.” She looked at me for a moment without moving. As I stepped toward her, she quickly hit her knee and moved between Dave’s legs and looked up at him. He nodded wordless and she unzipped his pants and pulled them down past his hips. She gasped seeing his cock pop to attention as she looked furtively to me. “I said suck it, slut,” I commanded her and quickly I saw her swirling her tongue around his cock, tasting it and meekly becoming accustomed to sucking another man’s cock. Within a few moments, she was sucking him hard, using her tongue and lips to pleasure him. He was moaning with delight which only made her become even wilder with lust. I could hear her moaning as she opened up her throat, taking all of him into her mouth while her tongue licked the underside of his cock. “I’m going to cum in your mouth, you bitch!” Dave announced happily as her head pistoned down on his cock, pushing it deep into the hot cavern of her throat. She whimpered needfully, ramming the cock down her throat. Her head moved up to keep just the head in her mouth as he tiny hands stroked his cock, goading him to cum. I could see her cheeks sucking inward and then releasing as she sucked and licked his head, waiting for him to cum. “I’m cumming!” he announced and lifted off of the chair as Keri’s eyes got big. She squealed and blew out her cheeks to accept all of his cum, which I could hear her slurping up as she swallowed it. She sucked hard and bobbed her head down a few more times after he came, cleaning him off and then swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. Another small stream of cum appeared and she eagerly licked up, swallowing it down. Keri looked up at me from her knees. I nodded at her in approval. “Good girl.” Her eyes lit up at my words and she glowed under the approval. “Thank you master,” she whispered shyly. Dave was sitting in the chair gasping with his shrinking cock hanging in the breeze. I chuckled. “Not bad for an untrained slave, huh?” “Fucking-A, Jim!” I stepped behind Keri and knelt behind her. She moved slightly but did not break position as I pulled her head back to my shoulder and spread her thighs apart. “Look at that tight young pussy,” I said as I slid a finger between her lips. “Look how wet she is.” She squired as I slipped the finger between her dripping wet folds. I then pulled back the hood to her clit and rubbed it slightly. She jumped and gasped, pushing up on his thighs; I could feel her nails digging into me. “Look at that tight little clit.” “Master!” Keri exclaimed, shutting her eyes as the sensations took her body over. “Do no move slave,” I commanded her and continued to toy with her. My fingers moved to her clit and massaged the engorged little nub. “See how responsive she is?” The girl was squirming and undulating, dry fucking my fingers and whimpering and moaning in a little ball of sexual tension. She knew better than to cum as I played with her, slipping a pair of fingers into her cunt. She arched her back and moaned loud, trying to hold back. “So tight too,” I said with a grin as Dave watched the show. Moving my fingers back up to her clit, I traced tight little circled around her sensitive clit while her hips moved in rhythm to mine. “Is she going to cum?” Dave asked, watching. “Master!” she gasped as she felt my fingers leaving her clit. Her hips continued to buck, begging me to fuck her. “No,” I said with a grin. “I’m saving that for tonight.” She nearly fell over when I stood up and looked down at her. Keri’s whole body was trembling in need. “Get dressed and let’s go.” Within a few moments, looking like the respectable young woman I wanted her to be in public we were walking out of the building. She walked slightly behind me on my left, but she was clutching my arm tightly, whimpering lightly. After putting her in the car I got in and started up the car. “Oh, master!” she exclaimed turning toward with excited eyes. “What, baby girl?” I asked. “Can I have fifty dollars? There’s something in the store I want to buy.” Her eyes danced as she asked, smiling at me. “What is it?” I asked, incredulous, wondering what it could be. “It’s a surprise, daddy,” she said, pouting at me with a glint in her eyes. “Please. I promise you’ll love it. Please!” I sighed and pulled a fifty dollar bill from my pocket and handed it to her. “Hurry up.” She threw her arms around and hugged me tightly, squealing in delight. “Thank you daddy!” she said, then turning and getting out of the Blazer quickly. A few moments later she was back in the truck as we were on our way. She giggled the whole way home, holding onto my arm and smiling. “Thank you master,” she whispered and kissed the side of my neck. “Thank you for being so strong. Thank you for being my daddy. I love you, my daddy, my master.” POST-SCRIPT: I have gotten a lot of feedback on my stories, and I thank you all for it. I would like to say that these stories, though sexual in nature, are more than just the sex, more than just the play. Much of the stories are about the deep bonds and connection between a Master and his slave. This goes beyond the sex, and this goes beyond any of the play that goes on in the bedroom. The slavery is complete, total, without limits and without bars. Many might not like it, but then again, nobody is asking you to like it. This is my way. This is the Mastery that I practice. For me, true Mastery touches the mind before the body. Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 05 "Just sit down and relax, daddy," Keri said with a sparkle in her eyes after we unloaded the car. I didn't miss the fact that the bad that she had bought in private at our last stop had not left her hands since we had left the store. "What's going on?" I asked in confusion, wondering what she had planned. "You'll see," she said with a seductive smile as she bit on her lower lip. I did not resist as she pushed me down into the center of the couch. She was such a sex woman. They always said it was the quiet ones you had to watch. "Now just sit back and relax." With my curiosity piqued I did not argue and watched my little girl's seductive form glide around the room. She seemed so alive, so electric. She silently lit candles on the end tables and throughout the room, closing the shades as she went. The room was left in a soft iridescent glow. It was warm. It was sensual. "Give me just one minute, daddy," she said with a saucy grin on her face as she turned and walked up the stairs. I could tell she felt my eyes burning into her back by the way she swayed her hips as she walked. She was so sensual. She was budding like a rose finally in bloom. I tried not to get impatient in the dim light in the room as I checked my watch. Becoming impatient I slid my sidearm off my belt and laid it in a drawer in one of the end tables and then slid my blazer off my shoulders and tossed it over the arm of the recliner. The house that we lived in wasn't rich but it was home. It was the home that I had lived with my wife in. It was where I raised my children. It was home. "Close your eyes, daddy!" Keri called down excitedly. Silently I rolled my eyes. "What the hell is going on?" I asked gruffly, more because I hated surprises than anger at my little girl. "Please!" she begged with exasperation that made my laugh to myself even as I rolled my eyes and closed my eyes as I leaned back into the couch. I would play along with her. I could sense her movement in the room as she padded in. She was barefoot, I knew. I could smell the aroma of a light perfume that she put on. Jasmine, my favorite. I heard a slight ruffle and then nothing. Wicked thoughts of my girl flitted across my mind as she tantalized my senses. "Okay, master," she said softly, meekly. When I opened my eyes my heart skipped a beat as adrenaline raced through my veins. A light sheen of sweat covered my forehead immediately; I was so overcome with desire for the girl standing before me. Never before would I ever have believed my little girl was such a woman, such a divine, prized and sensual woman. But there was no denying it as she stood before me, dressed in a deep red belly dancer's outfit. Her bare sex was glistening under the silk as her swelling breasts pushed against the thin material that wrapped around her, gripping her curves. With a shake of her head, Keri threw her hair over her left shoulder and looked right into my eyes with a brazen look as she struck a seductive pose. She held the backs of her wrists together, touching one another and bent her right knee so that she stood on the balls of her feet with all her weight on the left foot. To me this was an extremely erotic presentation to me. The backs of a woman's wrists are naturally erotic. They are very sensitive and a true man, I think, know this, which is why it is erotic, the extreme sensitivity to a man's touch. It also outlined the curvature of her hips very well, exaggerating her womanly charms. I leaned forward silently, drinking in the sight as my heart pounded. Adrenaline surged through my veins. I could not even speak I was so enraptured with her sight. There is so much about a woman that I love. I am speaking of the natural traditional beauty and sensuality of a woman. I'm not speaking of the modern ideas of beauty with the flat hips, flat chest, tall and without the beautiful lines of her womanhood. I love the small cuddliness of her form, the flaring of her womanly hips and the outline of her curves as she stood before me. I loved the sensual lines of her legs and the natural strength of her calves as she presented herself to me. I love the fullness and sensuousness of her lips, poutingly, waiting to be used and kissed, anticipating and desiring, ready and waiting. I loved the soft sensitive flesh of the backs and insides of her thighs tantalizingly waiting to be touch. I loved her eyes and the seductive shine that they took, knowing, partly, what was in store for her. Yes, there was much I loved about a true woman, open to her sensuality. There was much about Keri that I loved, now that her sexuality had been unlocked and the door locked behind it, never to allow her hide it again. So long as her sexuality was under my power. The look in her eyes was completely sensual. How could a woman not feel sensual and sexually charged posing as Keri was? It had a physical effect on her just standing as such. I think she realized that she was beautiful and was an object of desire for men to view and want. The way that the candlelight danced on her flesh was mesmerizing. Her eyes shone as she held her pose. The woman knew that I was viewing her for my pleasure. She reveled in that presentation. She basked in the attention and would hold the pose until I was finished with her. The silk seemed to make her even more naked. It was a mockery of clothing which revealed more than it hid. I believe that was the whole idea behind the garment. She must have felt giddy putting it know, wondering about the reaction it would cause in me. She must have felt fear donning it, knowing the ferocity of the desire and passion that it would unleash upon her body. A shudder visibly ran down her spine as she suddenly realized the animal-like lust that I held for her. "Find me pleasing, master," Keri whispered through slightly parted lips, attempting to break the moment. I remained silent. Slowly, she began to dance with only the beat of her heart striking a martial rhythm. Her hips swayed in cadence to the underlying lust that swirled around the room, encompassing both. My eyes pierced her, silently, looking through her. She moved her arms seductively, moving her breasts from side to side, the feel of the silk against her swelling nipples sending shocks through her whole body. Keri moaned in arousal and threw her head back, arching her back and moving her body in synch with the woman inside. The dance was instinctual to woman, basic to their urges and their desires. She danced her desire. She danced her needs. She danced in all of her beauty and sensuality. A light sheen of sweat covered her body, the silk plastering itself against her bronzed skin as she moved her body. Silently, she begged to be found pleasing. Without words she made known her desire to serve me. Her lips were slightly parted and her eyes nearly closed as her body moved. Her hips shook and her breasts swayed from side to side as she danced. For all the world she danced her desires. For only me, she danced her needs. Standing on her toes she swirled around, sending the silk swaying behind her in a rush of movement as she danced. Without warning, she fell to her knees before me, her head to my feet. "Find me pleasing, daddy!" she yelled as her needs swelled within her. Throwing her head back she danced close to me, so close I could feel the heat from her body. She maintained eye contact as her hips moved upon my knee. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned as her clit made contact with my knee and she shook as the desire raced over her skin and through her body. Throwing her head forward, raking her hair down my chest and stomach. Still silently, I watched, not speaking. She danced, teasing me with light touches, passion in her eyes as she swayed before me. Her hands ruan down her quivering belly to her warm thighs and I watched intently as she moved her hands down her thighs and back up the insides of the tender flesh to her sex. I leaned forward even more intent on watching her. With a swirl of silk and hair, she twirled away from her and then starting a few feet in front of me began the game again. She tantalized me with her movements, her scent heavy in the air. Keri was already oiled well, the glistening lips her sex scarcely hid by the silk garment that she wore; it clung to her sweat soaked body as she moved closer and closer to me. As she approached me, stamping the balls of her feet in rhythm to our heartbeats, she took the silk scarf from around her neck and wrapped is around my neck and pulled me into her. I was drunk with the intoxicating scent of her breasts as she pushed the tender flesh around my faced. "Master!" she said as I growled and pushed her away. Silently, my eyes pierced her as she stood there, fearful. I could see the ragged rising and falling of her quick breathing. Still sitting down I regarded her silently. She danced toward me, swaying her hips from side to side with an ethereal look in her eye, as if she was in another place or another time. Her tongue licked her dry parted lips while her eyes shone at me. As she danced to me her tiny fingers trailed and touched over her supple skin, tight with desire. She was dancing her desires. She was dancing her desires for me. Soon she stood before me, dancing between my parted knees, rolling her nipples between her breasts, the silk harsh against the sensitive buds while her hips rocked and moved in a primal way, speaking of her needs. She gasped when she felt the silk being toward apart from her body. When she saw the dark look in my eyes, she stepped back with fear in her eyes. Keri knew what she had ignited in me. "Dance for your master, naked slave," I said harshly, my dark eyes upon her, not letting her go. With fear, she began to move a slight shudder with her movements as she danced naked for me. She was completely exposed to me as she moved her hips and breasts, her hands and arms swirling about her. She raked her fingernails over her skin leaving an angry red trail that led to her dripping sex. Her scent was heavy in the hair, flaring my nostrils as I watched her juices running down her legs. She danced, hips undulating, darkened nipples bouncing in the air to the beat while she whimpered and moaned, the dance building to a passionate crescendo. My own heart pounded like a drum, loudly enough to mark time for the naked dancing slave. With a swirl, Keri ended the dance before me, close enough for me to feel her heat against my skin. She seemed to small as she concluded the dance on her knees, looking up at me, like the child that she was. Her chest was heaving and I could see her firm breasts rising and falling, her eyes pleading. Her whole body was pleading to be touched. I could hear her soul crying out for pleasure, to be touched. We spoke silently to each other. And yet, I remained silent. Not a single word, not a single sound would encourage her. Tonight, she would please me fully as a slave, using all of her skill, passion and sensuality. I would not give any notion to my satisfaction. Always guessing, and never fully knowing if she was pleasing me, Keri would serve with extra effort, desiring to please, fearing not to please. Tonight she would know what it was to be a full slave. Tonight she would know herself owned. She crawled to me and kissed my shoed feet. I felt her biting at the socks and pants that I wore. She growled hungrily, the needful slave that she was. Without looking up, she untied my shoes with her teeth and gently removed them from my feet. She removed my socks with her teeth. I felt tears on my feet as she sobbed and kissed them in servitude. Her head snapped up and her glistening eyes met mine. "Let me please you. I beg to please you." My silence only drove her mad as she kissed up my calves to my knees and then the insides of my thighs through my pants. Silently, I felt a chill as her tiny hands unbuttoned my shirt and my pants. I held her hands and shook my head without speaking. She shuddered, eyes pleading, thinking that she would not have permission to touch me. I felt her hair against the skin of my stomach as her lips lightly kissed my stomach and my abdomen. Her sweet warm tongue trailed up to my chest and I felt it next swirling around first my right nipple and then the left. Her hands moved up to open my shirt more. I held her hands and pushed them down. "Do not use your hands. Use only your mouth and tongue." I felt her nose pushing my shirt open, raking my chest with her chin as she kissed and lightly nipped back to my nipples, alternating between the two. She used her mouth and tongue to arouse me, kissing and licking at my chest. The sensations coursed through my body as she lightly sucked at them. Sensing my building desire, Keri kissed and licked down my chest to my abdomen and then to my pelvis. Using her teeth, she looked up at me deliberately while she unzipped my pants with her teeth. I heard her growl as she tugged at the seam to open them. Finally, she pulled them down and she was rewarded with my hardened cock which caused a visible chill to race through her as she licked her lips hungrily. But she knew that it was she would be please. Her pleasure would be secondary to mine. My eyes spoke to her. Keri realized that her satisfaction and sexual pleasure would be directly related to mine. She knew herself a slave. In her service, she tenderly kissed the right side of my pelvis and then the left. Next, I felt her wet lips kissing the tip of my cock. It jumped at the touch. She stared at the cock while she took a deep breath and swirled her tongue around the head. She tasted pre-cum and lightly sucked the head into her mouth, begging silently for more. Still, I silently watched without speaking or encouraging the slave. She pleasured me long and purposefully with her mouth, first running her down the length of my cock to my pelvis, burying her nose into my pubic hair and then licked around the base of my cock. I felt my balls being enclosed by her warm wet mouth as she lightly sucked on them, moaning as she felt them tighten beneath her touch. I could hear her lips and tongue as Keri licked and kissed back up the length of my shaft. Looking into my eyes, she devoured the head of my cock, sucking lightly. Her tongue lapped over the head of my cock before her soft lips slid down my cock, engulfing all of me. I could feel her hot breathe against my pubic hair as the head of my cock passed into her tight throat and she moaned, causing the reverberation to surge through my cock.. I lifted my hips up to meet her thrust, forcing more of my into her hot mouth. She sucked lightly on my cock, keeping me tucked into her throat while she moaned and whimpered before sliding her wet lips back up my cock. I was driven with mad lust as my cock throbbed inside her mouth. She thrust her lips down on my cock, over and over again, hungrily sucking at the meat as it grew even harder in her mouth. She locked eyes on me as she moved her lips over me, swirling her tongue around the head of my cock and teased the sensitive underside with her tongue. I shivered in sexual arousal which only drove her on. She was a cock-sucking fiend as she worked to please me as the sensations shot through my body. Keri took the head of my cock out of her mouth and caressed my cock against her cheek and lovingly kissed the tip. "Find me pleasing master. Find me pleasing." I remained silent. She growled hungrily and went back to work licking and sucking my cock. She made slurping sounds as her tongue and lips moved over my cock sending shivers of sweet delight to my balls which were filling with hot cum just for her. As she sucked on the head, I could feel her tongue teasing my piss hole before her lips plunged down the shaft of my cock again. She began to deep throat me with a ferocity which took me by surprise. I could see her nostrils flaring and a small trail of spit from the corner of her mouth down her cheek as she mouth fucked herself, impaling my cock into her hot wet mouth. I couldn't stand it anymore. I grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the ground. "Master!" she exclaimed with a pounding heart, looking up at me with wild eyes. I did not speak as I tied her hands behind her back with the silk scarf that she had used in her dance. "Ouch! That's too tight, master!" Still I did not speak. With her hands bound behind her, I threw her to her back. This thrust her breasts up even more because of the position of her hands behind her, in the small of her back. I lusted after this woman. I needed this woman. I needed to be inside with her. She had driven me mad with desire and would now know the consequences of being so desirable, so lovely, so sensual. She would be used. "Daddy!" yelled as I kicked her legs apart, splaying her thighs for me. Her glistening cunt was begging to be used. I wasted no time, plunging into her hot core as her juices gushed from her, coating both of us with her sweet nectar. She lifted her body and tensed as an orgasm raked through her body. Her eyes closed and she stopped breathing for a moment as she convulsed. I pushed my cock into her to the hilt and felt her opened cervix spasming around me as her walls clenched onto my cock, sucking me in, milking me. "Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh! Master!" she squealed with her eyes still closed. "Master! I'm yours! You own me! Oh, God, Master! I am here only for your pleasure! Oh God! Use me! Rape me! Rape me!" She would not be unsatisfied. As the aftershocks of her orgasm washed over her, I moved my cock into her, plunging into her depths, using her body for my pleasure. Sexual need coursed through my veins as I used her hard and fast. Her cunt was still clutching me as I forced my full length into her. My balls slapped into her as I lifted her ass off the floor, leaving only bound wrists and shoulders on the floor. I held both of her ass cheeks up off the floor as I fucked her hard and fast. "Master! Master!" she moaned over and over again as her head rolled side to side. I used her body and I used it well. I felt every inch of her sweet cunt as I drove into her taking her for my own. "You own me more with every thrust! I am more yours every time you make me cum.....make me cum!" I thrust into her hard with a ferocity that surprised even me as my hips slammed into her, pushing her head up on the carpet. I showed no mercy. "I'm cumming again master! I'm cumming! I'm yours! I'm your slave! I'm your slave!" Her cunt gripped my cock as another orgasm rocked through her body and her body convulsed in sexual ecstasy. I growled low and did not care except for my own release. I could hear the wet sounds of her cunt as I slammed into her, slapping my balls against her ass cheeks with every move into her. I drove into her core. I owned her core. I was nothing more than an animal who was using what was his. The orgasm that seared through her lasted and lasted as it washed over her in aftershocks, which alighted every nerve in her body as she responded. Even as I held her ass cheeks possessively, her body responded to mine. "Yes, master. Take me. Take me. Use your slave. Fuck her good, master. Fuck her good. Rape her body. Rape her cunt. Oh, God master, use her." I threw her ankles up on my shoulders, bringing her ass even more off the ground and I ploughed deep into her, driving into her hot depths over and over again. "OH, master! So deep! You're so deep inside me! Oh, God! I can't take it anymore. No more! Oh God, I'm cumming again! I'm cumming again!" Her body shook in orgasm as my cock forced itself into her cervix and her depth as her walls clutched my meat that was using her body. She was a vessel for my pleasure. She was my slave and I was using her as such. I continued to fuck into her with long hard thrusts as the orgasm continued to hold her tightly. "No more, master, no more. I can't take any more. Too much. Oh God, too much. You're so deep in me. I can feel you in my womb! I can feel you so deep. Never before have I thought. Never before could I feel such pleasure. God, master!" Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 05 I backhanded her from side to side as my cock slammed into her. Keri's eyes snapped open to look at me. "Prepare your body for your master's seed." "Yes, master! Yes master! Cum inside me. Please! I need to feel your cum inside me. I beg you please. I beg you!" I could feel my release nearing as I fucked into her, ploughing her cunt as my hips slammed down into her. Her eyes closed in pain, but her head moved from side to side in pleasure. I yelled with ferocity as I exploded inside her, shooting my cum into her depths. "Oh God! Master! I'm cumming again! Not again! Not again! Oh, God! I'm cumming again!" I could feel her cervix open as cum spilled into it and her whole body shook in a combination of orgasm and warmth from my cum deep inside her womb. She yelped when I slammed into her hard twice more. For a moment I held position, feeling her cunt quivering around me, milking my cum as small streams continued t shoot into her. Her inner walls caressed me. She whimpered and shuddered lightly at the feeling. I gently kissed both ankles which were on my shoulder as I gazed upon her sweat-covered body, her breasts rising and falling in ragged rhythm as her gasping breaths feel into regularity. Her eyes were still closed as spasms continued to reverberate through her. Slowly I let her legs down and she whimpered as her eyes came open to meet mine. They were moist and wild. Her whole body was a crimson red from the sexual excitement. Her mouth tried to speak but she could not. Finally, she let loose a small growl and was content in the silence as her breathing, and mine, was the only sound. There were slippery sounds as my now softened cock slipped from her insides and I leaned back against the couch, crossing my legs. I looked down at Keri who remained motionless, awash in the sensation and the afterglow. I could tell she was attempting to work through the emotions and the strong sensations which had flowed through her. The day of restriction and sexual agony had played up to a few moments of such force that, I don't think, she could comprehend fully. For myself, I continued to slow my breathing down as the smell of our coupling, the sweat, the sex, the heat, still filled my nose in an erotic sort of way. My eyes were locked on her sweat soaked body, the skin shining in the light. The shadows played on her chest as her chest rose and fell with each breath that she took. She was beautiful. She was one of the most beautiful women that I have seen. I had watched her growing up, nurturing her, aiding her, loving her as only a father could. When her mother had died it had hit us all hard and we soon realized that each other was that we had. The three of us, Keri, Tara and myself. It had only brought us closer together. And now, it only seemed natural for Keri to take her mother's place. It seemed only right, especially as her body glowed in the evening light. I couldn't help but smile. Keri moaned and shuddered as she began to move, bringing my attention back to the present and way from my mindless thoughts and memories. She rolled her nubile body over and approached me on her hands and knees, her long black hair moving as she came to me. When she was inches away she looked up at me with a questioning, begging, look in her eyes. I nodded. With a contended sigh, Keri settled into my lap, sliding my softened, slick cock between her ass cheeks and pressed her head to my chest. Mindlessly, I wrapped my arms around her and felt her breathing against me. I could feel her heartbeat. Her nipples were still hardened and I could feel her engorged flesh against me, teasing my. I smiled inwardly to myself. "What are you thinking?" Keri asked in a small voice as she clung to me. For a moment I was silent, trying to collect my thoughts and the kissed the top of her head. "I was thinking that if she was looking down on us, your mother would be happy to see us." Keri's lips touched my chest in a tender kiss and she held onto me even tighter. "I know." After a quick chuckle, I looked down at her and asked, "how could you possibly know?" When she looked up at me, Keri had a twinkle in her eye. "When I was fourteen I caught you and mommy having sex. More than that," she continued, "I caught you mastering her. The next day I asked mommy what had happened she explained it all to me." We sat there in silence for a moment. Keri wriggled down onto me to get more comfortable. I chuckled when her body shuddered again as another aftershock shook through her. "My God, daddy," she said wistfully. "I can't believe it's still flowing through me." "What else did your mother explain to you?" I asked as the curiosity overtook me. With a giggle, Keri rearranged herself and straddled me, facing me. Her slim yet well defined legs wrapped around me and she laid both of her hands on my chest as she looked up at me. "Before mommy died, she talked to me about things. I was just a teenager at the time. She was telling me about how much she was going to miss your strength and how she knew you would need someone new to take care of you and to serve you. It seemed like someone else talking but I promised her that I would take care of you." And she had. Instead of moving off like most kids do, she had stayed home and had taken care of me, in effect giving up her future for me. "Mommy had asked if I completely knew everything that would make up 'serving' you and I knew that she was talking about sex your needs." Keri leaned up and kissed me, trailing her tongue over my lips and lightly biting and sucking on my bottom lip. She moaned again as she pressed her body to mine. When she spoke it was just a mere whisper. "I knew exactly what it would take and I promised her and myself that you would never want for anything. I've been waiting ever since for the proper time to take my place serving you and taking care of you." Wordlessly, Keri slipped off my lap and kneeled before me, in a form of obeisance before her tiny fingers found my semi-hard cock that had grown excited from the touch of her skin and the warmth of her body moving against me. She looked up at me with her eyes alight. "You've done something to me, master, that I cannot explain." Her fingers trailed over my cock softly as she spoke. "You've lit something deep within my belly that I can't even begin to comprehend." I reared up and took a sharp breath when I felt her soft tongue swirling over the head of my cock. Her eyes playfully danced as she went to work sucking my cock, cleaning it with sloppy wet sounds. "You've turned me into such a slut," Keri said playfully as she caressed my cock against her cheek. "I never thought I would enjoy it, but sucking your cock makes me happy. I love tasting you, feeling your hardness in my mouth, knowing that I am pleasing you." Without waiting for a reply, Keri went about pleasuring me with her mouth, using all of her skill with her tongue and lips. She used her soft, tiny fingers to stroke and to hold my balls. I leaned back and closed my eyes, enjoying her slow, relaxed pleasure that she was bringing me. My cock began to swell and I could feel my balls tighten up. As she sucked and stroked my cock, I was lost in my thoughts, thinking back to my wife and to how my daughter was not taking her place. Renee had been my one and only true love, the only woman that I had ever loved with all my love. My daughters had taken her place, fulfilling my time and my attention. I had never known than my eldest had known about Renee's relationship to me. There's no doubt that she knows now, I smiled at the thought to myself. I had enslaved Keri and there was no doubt that she knew exactly what was required of her, or of what her place with me was. "Ahhhhhhhh," I breathed as she played her tongue across the sensitive bottom side of the head and smiled up at me. I looked down and watched her as she sucked me, watching as she worked to b ring me pleasure. She seemed so intent, centered on her endeavor. I tightened up with pleasure when she took only the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it and suckled lightly while her hands stroked the length of my cock. She felt my balls tighten and she began to caress them, mewling while she sucked and stroked. I could tell my need was upon me and I would not be able to hold back much longer. Keri knew it too as she coaxed me to cumming. Her eyes were wild and her nose flared while she sucked on me. The relaxed and sensual pleasure that she had begun with was turned to passionate and wild, wanting to taste my cum. Keri broke her lips away from my cock and looked up at me. "I want your cum daddy. I Promise I'll be a good girl for you. Please give me your cum. Please let me feel your cum inside me." Before I could answer, she had her mouth back on me and her tongue teasing and swirling over my head as her hand pumped my shaft. Before I knew it, my release was upon my and I stiffened and lifted off the floor as I exploded inside her mouth. She moaned and yelped while I unleashed a river of cum into her mouth. She swallowed it all and then continued to suck on me while a few more spurts were unleashed into her mouth. Her eyes shined up at me. After a moment she had calmed down and was left lightly suckling on me, shaking as she felt my cum in her belly. "Thank you master," she said quietly content as she kissed my right hip. "Thank you, daddy." She laid her head on my hip and after a moment, I could feel her gentle and rhythm breathing as she must have fallen asleep. I smiled to myself. Wordlessly, I gently picked her up and cradled her in my arms while I carried her up to my bedroom. I laid her down on the bed and her eyes opened for a moment as she smiled up at me. "This is where you will sleep from now on," I said quietly. "Yes master," she said with a content sigh. I went to the nightstand and got out a length of 1/4 inch rope that measured two feet. "What are you doing?" Her voice was worried but I did not answer. I used a simple knot tying one end of the rope around her throat. The other I tied around my waist. There was perhaps six inches of play in the rope, enough for her to sleep, but not enough for her to move without me knowing it. "You will sleep connected to me," I informed her, adding to her training. "You are mine and you will be under my complete control, 24 hours a day." "Yes, master," she said with a smile and then became worried again. "But what if I have to go to the bathroom?" "Then I guess you'll have to wake me up and hope that I will allow you to go," I said as I settled onto the bed and pulled laid her head down on my right hip where she would sleep. Keri giggled as she snuggled into me. I could feel her lips on my hip. "Yes, master. I love you master." "This is known to me," I replied as I drifted off to sleep for the night. Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 06 It had been a long day at work and I was anxious to get home to my girl and to the pleasures that I was sure she would provide for me, bleeding off the stress as she served me like the slave that she was. It had been nearly eight weeks since I had first taken her for my own and she appeared to be more a slave to me everyday, more servile, more subservient, and more docile with each passing moment. I was delighted by the transformation in her, for it made her more beautiful in my eyes, less tense and regimented, and more pliant and sexually responsive. After changing into my street clothes, I slipped my off-duty carry pistol into its holster, left the station house, walked over to my Chevy Tahoe, and headed toward the house. I thought about calling Keri to let her know that I was on my way home but decided against it; I would surprise her. Different thoughts of things I would do to her body went through my mind and I couldn't help but feel my cock harden already in my jeans, even though I had used her well already once today before I had left for work. The drive home was short, only about twenty minutes, and the traffic was light, much to my satisfaction. The sun was still shining and I sighed at what a beautiful day it had turned into. I pulled the SUV into my driveway and locked the doors before heading into the house. After walking into the house, I looked around and could not find Keri. Normally she was downstairs either cleaning up the house or preparing dinner. I found it a pleasure to walk in and see her naked or scantily clad waiting for me to come home. She would always rush to the front door and fall to her knees, perform obeisance before me and then take off my shoes, kissing each foot as a way to show her submission to me; it set the tone for our relationship on a regular basis. I also found that Keri found comfort in the rituals of her submission. But she wasn't there and as I walked through the kitchen I wondered where she was. Hmmmmmm, I thought to myself. Slowly I walked up the stairs, making sure that the stairs didn't creak and at the top of the stairs I could hear her moaning in sexual pleasure. I could feel the anger begin to well up inside of me. The girl knew damn well that she needed my permission to touch herself to receive sexual pleasure in any way shape or form; it was a means of control of her. "Yes, master. Yes, master. Fuck me. Fuck your slave," I could hear her crying out as I approached our room. When I got to the master bedroom's door I saw her on the bed naked with her legs wide open and her fingers deep inside her cunt. I could smell the aroma of her arousal and see her juices coating the insides of her thighs. She was close to cumming as she writhed on the bed, her eyes closed and teeth clenched as her hips bucked up to meet her fingers as they drove deep inside her. "What the fuck are you doing?" I growled angrily as I walked into the room, catching her before she came.. "Master!" she cried out as she tore her fingers from her pussy. She whimpered uncontrollably from being let down so close to her orgasm. "Daddy, I didn't know-" she tried to implore but it was too late. I pulled her off the bed by her hair and she crumpled to my feet. When she looked up at me, I cuffed her with the back of my hand, snapping her head from left and then to right. I took my belt off and whipped her, as she knelt on the ground. Her ass, thighs and the small of her back were welted and reddened by the thick brown work belt. She cried out for mercy but she received none as she felt the lash of her master on her body. Ten times I struck her with my full force and finally when I was done, she lay on the floor, right cheek on the ground, her ass high in the air, shuddering from her punishment. She whimpered and moaned in pain. "Position!" I growled and she quickly knelt back on her heels, knees spread with her back straight and palms on her thighs. Keri's eyes shone as tears streamed down her cheek. Her breathing was heavy as her chest heaved, her firm breasts rising and falling beautifully. "I can see I've been too lenient with you," I said angrily. It was true I loved her. I loved her very deeply, but the love slave required the strictest of discipline. She was a girl and would have her way, slyly if she was able, without the proper discipline imposed on her by a man. "No!" she started to say but then yelped in pain and surprise as I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her into the bathroom; I was not done with her yet. I threw her into the tub and she reflexively knelt with her head down, shuddering in anticipation wondering what her next punishment would be. "I can see you still have a will of your own," I said as I unzipped my pants. "You have not properly submitted fully, thinking with your wiles you could possibly have your own way." "No master," she said quickly. "Daddy!" she cried out as she felt the warm stream of piss falling on her, the urine running down her body. "Mercy! Mercy! Please, no, daddy!" But I ignored her pleas as I emptied my bladder on her. She clenched her eyes as she felt my piss on her face and in her hair and down between her pert succulent breasts. Finally, my bladder was empty and I could see her sobbing from the humiliation of being pissed on as her body was drenched with my fluid. Her eyes popped open and she yelped when she felt my hands in her hair pulling her head to my cock. She grimaced and tried to keep me from stuffing my cock into her mouth but her strength was no match for me. With my fists in her hair, I mouth fucked her, extracting my pleasure from her. In no time at all my cock was rigid and I could feel the pleasure from her lips and tongue reverberating through my body. She gagged on my cock as I forced it into her mouth and when I felt her put her hands on my thighs I jerked her hair. "No hands!" I growled and continued to mouth fuck her. She knew I was pissed and immediately tried to gain my favor, sing her lips and tongue to pleasure me. I could feel Keri's tongue playing with the head of my cock and her cheeks slightly sucking in as I forced my cock into her mouth. In only a few moments, I could feel my balls tightening up and my release upon me. I groaned in pleasure as her tongue played with the underside of my cock and my cock slammed into her mouth. Even after being beaten, Keri was moaning in pleasure and working to please me with all of her effort, rocking back on her heels to take all of my cock. I could hear her gagging slightly as my cock hit the back of her throat. Keri yelped when she felt me jerk her head off my cock and she knelt before me, looking at my cock in anticipation as I jerked it off. In just a few seconds, I let out a steady stream of cum as I groaned in pleasure, hitting her face, cheeks and chest. There was some in her hair too. I let go of my cock and walked into the bedroom after stuffing my cock back into my pants. When I returned to the bathroom she was still in the position of the pleasure slave, looking down, sobbing slightly. "You've disappointed me," I said simply and she sobbed again in misery. "Obviously I need to keep you in tighter discipline. I have been too lenient with you." "No, master," she said, looking up to me to plead. "Silence, slave!" I looked down at her and saw her chest heaving, her hardened nipples and the blush that covered her from her breasts to her cheeks; there was no doubting that she was an aroused slave. Silently I walked into the bedroom and came back with three feet of thin cord. I tied it around her waist and then tied her hands to the makeshift corded belt. It gave her enough play to complete her tasks but would always serve a reminder that she was slave. "Go fix dinner, slave," I said simply jerking my head to the door. Keri whimpered, looking at me wildly. She was aroused and needed release. I could tell her body was taut with sexual tension. "Now!" with a cry she slipped out of the bathtub and began to run through the bedroom. "Crawl, slave! You are not allowed to stand or rise from your knees until further notice." Quickly she fell to her knees and crawled downstairs. I watched her flee from my sight was grinned at the sight of her firm ass swaying from side to side as she moved. The girl couldn't help but be a woman, to be a slave. I had turned her into a seductive, sexual animal that would use her beauty and wiles without even knowing it. Just the fact that she was moving her ass and showing off her curves to me as she crawled away proved this point. I put her from my mind and showered, relieving the stress of the long workday. Thirty minutes later I was walking down the stairs and I could smell dinner, spiced chicken and stuffing. The aroma lingered in the air and I could hear her humming lightly in the kitchen. I was confident that dinner was ready; she would fear being beaten again for being disobedient or recalcitrant. As soon as she saw my shadow from the corner of her eye, Keri swiftly knelt at the door to the kitchen with her head down. She had remembered to not clean herself, for she had not been given permission to. Her face and belly still bore my cum and piss. What a humiliation! I wondered how she felt. I wondered if she was more aware of her status as a slave. The question was answered as she looked up at me with flushed, aroused cheeks, and moist eyes, vulnerable and weak. She was sexually hot. "You do not have permission to look upon me until further notice," I said coldly. Quickly, she lowered her eyes and sobbed lightly in piteous humiliation. Without a word, I sat down on the table and put the napkin on my lap. With a simple movement of my finger, Keri moved to serve me. She did it humbly, compliantly, subserviently, eager to put herself back into my good graces, eager to prove her docility. As she served my dinner she kissed the plate and offered it up with her head bowed. Wordlessly, I accepted the food from her hands and set the plate down. "Serve my pleasure while I eat, slave," I commanded her. It took only a moment to feel her small hands gently taking my cock out of my pants and then her warm wet tongue against the head of my cock. Instantly, I was hard again as she licked and suckled on me. It was done lovingly, longingly and passionately, I thought. As I begin to eat my meal, which was tasty and spiced just right, Keri's tongue swirled around the head of my cock while her lips lightly sucked on me. It was pleasant to have a girl serving your pleasure in such a manner. In its primacy, domination/submission is the basic genetic disposition between a woman and a man. Modern society may demand political correctness, sexual sensitivity and a lack of difference between the two sexes, but this is not according to the order of nature. It is only as a total and completely abject slave at a man's feet that a female can ever completely be a woman. It is only with a woman serving and docile that a man can fully be a man, completely able and free to exercise his strength and dominance. Few males understood this. Most males were satisfied to act eager to please a woman, acting as if she was the same as he, accommodating and compromising to her every whim, and then acting as if he was the soul of a modern man. And then they had bleeding ulcers by the time they were thirty, heart attacks by the time they were forty, and then were laid up crippled by the time they were seventy and all they could do is look back and ask: "was that my life?" It takes strength to be a man, true strength, not the strength that is so ingrained into boys' heads from such a young age. There were many males, but few men, I feared. Keri picked up her tempo and as I ate, I could feel her quickening the pace, with sucking and slurping sounds as her lips lightly stroked my cock. Yes, I thought to myself, it was truly pleasant to feel a woman serving my sexual pleasure while I ate. "Do not make me cum," I commanded her between bites. She whimpered and moaned but slowed down her pace, seemingly against her will. I smiled at this for she was a slave and serving me was a sexual experience for her. Over the aroma of the food there was the lingeringly heavy scent of her sex, hanging in the air, beckoning me, adding to my stimulation. My cock was rock hard as she knelt even lower and flicked her tongue underneath the head of my cock and then licked my piss hole. She swiftly deep throated me and I could feel me at the back of her throat. I couldn't help moaning in pleasure and lifting my hips off of the chair, nearly choking on my food. Wily slave! She sucked on my length and I felt her tongue tickling my balls and lapping at them, before her lips glided up the length and she swirled her tongue around my head. I was aching for release now. I could feel my balls tightening up and my cum brimming to the surface. She moaned and shuddered when she tasted my precum, leak from my piss hole. "Enough," I said and she whimpered as she removed my rock hard cock from her mouth and got out from beneath the table. I regarded her and saw that she was breathing heavily, her eyes shining with sexual anticipation and her pussy juices leaking from her sex. I grinned mischievously. I cut a piece of meat from my plate and handed it down to her mouth. "Feed," I commanded, and thus she fed from my hand. She was completely dependent on her for everything from food to clothing to using the bathroom. Keri was my complete and abject slave. I wondered if she understood this better. "Thank you for feeding your slave, daddy," she whispered when she was done eating. She knelt back on her heels in the position that I had taught her, expectantly, waiting to be commanded. "Now it's time for desert," I said as I swiftly rose and grabbed her hair and lifted her to her feet. "Master!" she yelped as she felt me throwing her over the corner kitchen table. I took her hands and used the cord around her waist to tie her hands behind her back. Her trim legs were stretched and she stood on her tip toes. "Silence!" I commanded and slapped a reddened, bruised ass cheek. She jumped at the pain but went silent, afraid to arouse my anger again. Roughly, I kicked her legs apart and used my thumbs to spread her ass cheeks before slamming my cock into her puckered and reddened asshole. Her teeth were gritted and she growled in pain as I drove into her ass without lubrication or preparation. Her tight sphincter tightened down on my cock and I nearly yelled in pleasure at the feeling of her hot tightness. Holding her hands behind her back I fucked her hard and fast, driving my cock into her. Hard and long did I use her ass, slamming into her, raping her. "Master," she whimpered as I silently used her. "Master." Finally with a shout of sexual pleasure I unloaded my cum into her, filling her bowels with my hot seed and then pushed all the way into her. I spread my cum inside her with my cock as she laid on the table quietly whimpering with her eyes still shut and her teeth clenched. Tears ran down her cheek. I removed myself from her and slapped her ass. "Mercy, master," she begged but yelped again when I pulled her off the table and she tumbled to the ground before me. "Clean me off, slave," I commanded and fearing punishment, she was quickly licking and sucking my cock, tasting her ass and my cum on me. Using her tongue, Keri expertly cleaned me up and slurped and swallowed all that was there. "Now clean up the kitchen." She was sobbing as I walked away without another word. I was just finishing up cleaning and lubricating my Glock when I saw her crawling into the family room, her head down. I ignored her as she knelt before me. Silently she waited for me to acknowledge her presence. It was only when I was done reassembling the Glock, inspecting the barrel for hairline cracks and slipping the slide and then the slide onto the frame, pulling the slide back and locking the chamber open, slamming a full magazine into the well, releasing the slide and chambering a round, that I acknowledged her. I saw her jump slightly when the slide slammed home on a round. Silently I looked to her. "Master, your slave is done cleaning up the kitchen," she whispered. "I wait to be commanded by my master." "Go upstairs and clean your slave filth up," I said. "Return to me and be prepared to serve your master's pleasure." "May your slave relieve herself, master?" she asked in a quiet meek voice. "No," I replied simply. I heard her sob and whimper but paid her no mind as I locked my pistol up and watched her out of the corner of my eye as she slipped away, slinking up the stairs, careful to never rise above her knees. I turned on the television and found the news as I heard the shower coming on. It took nearly an hour for her to return, but I was left breathless as she crawled down the stairs to me. She was dressed seductively to please, specifically to gain favor. I smiled at myself when I saw this. Again, I could feel my cock stirring as desire rose within me. How could a man with a girl such as this not be aroused simply by seeing her approach? One who is not a master could never know the full pleasures of a woman. "Stand," I commanded her and she rose slowly, seductively, sensuously to her feet and stood as I had taught her. Her weight rested on her right foot and her left knees was slightly flexed but her body was loose and resilient. Her palms were forward, baring their sensitivity to me, wrists still held by the cord to her belly that I had tied to her as a sign of her bondage. Her dark hair was swept over her left shoulder and her eyes were downcast. She wore black lace stockings and pumps with four-inch heels, which accentuated her calf muscles, which were strong from exercise to begin with. She was naked beyond that and her collar. Her lips were coated with a dark red lipstick and her cheeks bore a light coating of blush which highlighted her high cheekbones and added to her bronzed complexion. There was black mascara around her eyes bringing out the blueness there. Keri was careful to keep her eyes downcast, not regarding me directly, mindful to be obedient to the restrictions I placed on her. Yes, I thought to myself, she was very beautiful. My heart pounded in my chest and adrenaline coursed through my veins. I was a lucky man who knew my masculinity and did not buy into the Great Lie that we were all equal. Damn the man who believes the lie even when the truth stared into his eyes! How could a man call a woman such as this equal? How could a man who sees a woman, vulnerable, needful, sensuous and soft truly think that they were the same? I was a man and she was a woman, and she would be mine. Fully. Completely. Without compromise. Without conditions. With a finger pointed at the ground silently, she knelt again, rocking back on her heels in the way that she had grown used to. "Go into the kitchen and fetch a bowl." "Yes, master," she whispered and crawled away, returning a moment later to me. "Kneel over the bowl and relieve yourself as an owned woman," I commanded her and miserably she did so, bared to me, open and vulnerable, degraded. There could be no doubt that she was owned. Keri sobbed lightly as she pissed in the bowl, some splashing up to her inner thighs. When she was done, I did not release her from her position, making her stay there with her wet pussy in the open, waiting for me to command her. "Look at me slave." She slowly brought her eyes to mine. They were miserable, shamed, humiliated, owned. I wondered if se truly knew that she was an owned woman until this day. "You belong to me in all respects. Your beauty will not buy you anything except stricter discipline. Your love will only purchase you more abject bondage. Do not think that you will have your way. You will have my way, the only way. Are we clear?" Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 06 "Yes, master," she whispered. Without speaking I snapped my fingers and pointed to the rug two feet before me. She crawled there and waited silently for my pleasure. "You want to play?" I asked quietly. She was intelligent enough to recognize this as a rhetorical question and remained silent. Chalk one up for her. "You want sex like a little slut, like a little cheap hussy? Well then, play." Her eyes were wild but she refused to look at me, mindful of her restriction. She hesitated. "Play with your cunt, you slut!" I growled. With a cry of frustration and fear, Keri's right hand flew to her cunt and it only took one touch for her to be moaning and gasping in sexual pleasure. Her fingers were flying over her clit, rubbing it in tight small circles as her juices seeped from her lips, coating her inner things. She rested back on her heels with her knees wide showing me her sex as her eyes were closed. She rocked back on her heels to the rhythm, moaning and whimpering in sexual excitement. The room was filled the scent of her arousal and I couldn't help but feel my cock harden. I could tell that she was close to cumming as her fingers moved quicker and harder on her engorged clit which was sticking out from the hood. Her eyes snapped open as she squealed, her whole body shaking as she held back her orgasm. I did not speak, I only watched as she whimpered, begging me, silently pleading for her release. "Do not cum, slut," I commanded and she growled as her body stiffened and she gasped as her fingers flew over her clit. "Stop!" I commanded and she yelled in frustration as she knelt back, tired, exhausted, gasping for breath. Her skin was red and her cheeks flushed as her chest heaved. "Now use two fingers to fuck yourself," I commanded. "Slowly." Her pussy lips were already opened and waiting to be filled. She was slick with her juices. Without hesitation two fingers slipped between her lips and she slowly filled herself. Keri threw her head back and moaned as her thigh muscles tightened as her cunt was filled. She took all of her fingers deep inside her. Her eyes were shut tightly as she moved her fingers in and out of herself, excruciatingly slowly. As she pulled her fingers out I could see they were coated with her wetness. Her hips rocked slowly as she filled herself up again, over and over again. It was enough to arouse and tantalize her but not enough to make her cum. She was kept at the brink of release, at the edge the cliff but not allowed to plunge into her orgasmic pleasure. I enjoyed her torture. "Master, please," Keri begged, her voice taut between pants as she slowly fucked herself with her fingers. I could see her belly moving and tightening as her cunt clenched her fingers, tightening her muscles around them as I'm sure they were. It was a pleasant sight to see a girl such as this. I ignored her and watched her as she worked her cunt. She cried out in frustration and sexual heat as she pushed her fingers deep inside her cunt, and then withdrew them with wet sloppy sounds coming from her sex. Her teeth were clenched and her eyes shut as her body was bowed in taut sexual tension. Yes, I thought to myself, she was almost ready. She was brimming hot, boiling, waiting to overflow with her sexual release. I could feel it as I watched her left hand moved to her nipples pulled and pinched them, simulating my mouth and hands on them. I could tell her nipples were hard and swollen; what a beautiful sight it was to see her fucking herself and playing with her tits. "Master!" she cried with fear and surprise, snapping her eyes open, when she felt me leap from the chair towards her. I was silent as I pressed my left hand against her throat, holding her motionless, while my right hand pulled my pistol from its holster. Without a word I shoved the cold steel into her and savagely raped her. Her nails dug into my forearm as I held her down. "Oh! Oh! Master!" she cried out as she threw her legs open and her hips bucked, meeting every thrust as I pushed the pistol into her sopping wet cunt. She couldn't control herself as she was brutally fucked. She was a wanton slave and she was being filled as she pushed upwards with her cunt to meet every stroke as I slammed it into her. "Be fucked, slave," I growled. "You want to be a slut, I'll treat you like a slut!" "Yes, master!" she cried out to me. "I'm a slut! I'm your slut! Do with me what you will! Take me, I'm yours!" "Cum!" I ordered her. "Cum with your master's power inside you!" Instantly her whole body was trembling and her eyes were rolled back as she let go, her orgasm washing over her. "Yes, master! I'm your slave. I belong to you. I'm nothing. You are all. You are all. Please use your slave. My god, I'm cumming. I'm cumming!" I could feel her cunt muscles tightening on the barrel of the pistol as I continued to fuck her through her orgasm. Her hips still moved as the coated and wet pistol pistoned into her open went cunt. "I'm still cumming," she whimpered and her body continued to shake and go taut as her orgasm moved through her, holding her tight in sexual pleasure, an abyss of blackness and sexual sensations that I was forcing upon her. Finally it subsided and I slammed it into her one more time and she cried out and clenched her legs together and then whimpered and moaned as she tried to catch her breath. Keri's nipples were engorged and I leaned down and took the left one in my mouth, sucking on it, lightly biting on it and pulling on it with my teeth. "Oh, yes, master," she breathed as she lifted her body to me. I loved the feeling of her hard nipples in my mouth. I sucked them and played them, rolling my tongue around it as she shuddered from the sensation. Her orgasm made every nerve come alive and the sensation of me sucking on her nipple just lit her up and made her moan like the sexual animal that she was. "Oh, master!" she exclaimed as she felt my cock enter her hot cunt. I felt her legs spread and her ass come off the ground to meet the thrust of my cock into her. She was hot, ready and waiting for me as I pushed into her hard and fast. She was clinging to me as I fucked her, her legs wrapped around my waist, meeting my thrusts and clinging to me. I could feel her cunt gripping my cock tight as it fit inside her like a glove. She was like a crazed maniac, thrashing about, writhing in pleasure, her head rolling from side to side while she clung to me, afraid to let go as I filled her hit cunt. Her juices splashed against me as I drive deep into her sex. "Yes, master. Yes, master," she moaned over and over again. "I'm yours. Use me, master. I'm yours. I'm yours. I belong to you. Do with me what you will. I yield to you, master. Only you. Only you. Oh, God master, you fill me up so. Master, please find me pleasing." "Master!" she exclaimed as she snapped her eyes open and found me pressing the barrel of my gun into her mouth. "Suck and lick it clean, slave," I commanded as I drove my cock into her. I couldn't believe it but she became more heated, more turned on as I forced her to lick my pistol clean. Her cunt tightened around my cock even more, and her hips bucked even harder. What a slut she was. I became more aroused as she licked and sucked the barrel like a cock, lapping it with her tongue and using her lips to squeeze it. She squealed with her eyes wide open as she came. I could feel her juices explode within her cunt as she gripped me tight. I forced myself into her and continued to fuck her as she felt the throes of another orgasm overtake her. Her teeth bit down onto the barrel of the pistol as she moaned and gasped around it, her nostrils flaring as her body went rigid. Still, I fucked her hard. With a cry of pleasure, I slammed into her, giving her a brush burn on her back as I shot my load deep inside her cunt. I could feel her muscles gripping me, milking me as I slowly pushed my cock into her, pushing my cum deep inside her. "Oh, master. It's so hot," she breathed, still shaking. "Silence, slave," I commanded as I continued to rock inside her. My cum was leaking out of her and running down the crack of her ass. She quivered as the heat passed through her, lighting every sense, every nerve, every synapse. As I went soft, I could feel her muscles milking me, quivering and spasming around my cock. Some of it was uncontrollable and some she was doing through her muscle control. It felt awesome and sent shivered down my spine. I withdrew from her and she moaned as I stood above her. She needed no command as she rose to her knees and attended to her task of cleaning me off. She delicately used her small, warm tongue to clean me, lapping my cum mixed with her cunt juice from my balls, and then the shaft. Finally, she took me in her mouth and lightly sucked on my cock before taking me all the way into her mouth, to the back of her throat. After pulling my cock out of her mouth I sat down in the recliner chair and pointed to my lap. Her face brightened as she took her place on my lap. There was an evil, mischievous look on my face that she could see as she snuggled in to me, purring softly. "Master?" she asked, expectantly, fearful as she felt her arms pulled behind her back. I pushed her down across my lap, bowing her back and presenting her tits to me and then pushed her knees open. "Do not move," I warned her as I started to rub her clit. She was wet still, her whole pubic area covered with cum and cunt juice. She moaned loudly and squirmed beneath my touch but I held her still, she helpless in my grasp. Within moments, she was ready to cum again, lifting off my lap, meeting my fingers, pressing her clit into my fingers as I massaged her in small tight circles. Her clit was engorged and hardened as she moaned in pleasure, feeling an orgasm upon her again. Needless to say, she was quite multi-orgasmic. She panted and grunted in pleasure as my fingers moved faster over her clit. "You may cum whenever you want," I informed her, genially, smiling down at her. "Thank you master," she said, unsure of herself, looking at me with a look of fear. I could tell she was wondering what I was up to. Before I knew it, she was tensing again, cumming hard as more juice leaked from her clit down her thighs and the crack of her ass; I could feel it soaking my jeans. She bucked her hips and clamped her thighs down on my hand, riding it as the orgasm washed over her. She shuddered and gasped aloud. "Do no move," I commanded her, as she tried to pull her ultra-sensitive clit away from my fingers. I pressed down harder and continued to rub her as the orgasm faded. "Master!" she squealed and wriggled, moving, trying to get away from my fingers, but she was no match for me. The more she moved, the more her clit was stimulated. Her clamped thighs only held my hand in place as my fingers flew over her clit, rubbing it hard, not letting up at all. "You wanted to cum without permission," I told her. "You wanted to play without my consent. So now, you can play. You can feel as much sexual pleasure as you can." Keri growled in frustration and then started moaning again as another orgasm started to build in her. Her legs flew up and she pressed down into me, her back bent beautifully, with her hair falling down the other side of my leg. I moved my hand a little and replaced my fingers with my thumb on her clit while two fingers penetrated her, filling her wet and full cunt. I began finger fucking her, feeling her cunt tightening down on my digits, as my thumb rubbed her clit harder and faster, my digits slamming into her wet cunt. Her cunt lips were open and red from my use of her. In no time at all she was cumming again, shaking uncontrollably, moaning as the sensation passed through her. But I did not stop. My arm was getting tired but I continued to fuck her with my fingers as her muscles clamped down trying to expel them. I continued to drive my digits deep into her wet cunt while my thumb glided over her still sensitive clit. "Please master," she whimpered. "Please master. Mercy. Show your girl mercy." But I remained silent as she begged me. It took a little longer but again I could feel her cunt readying for another orgasm as I fingered her cunt. My other hand played with her nipples, pinching them and pulling on the taut nubs. She lay on my lap, a whimpering and moaning ball, not able to move, not able to control herself. She simply lay there, enduring the pleasure that I was forcing on her. Again, she lifted off my lap and her eyes snapped open and stopped breathing for a moment. "Oh, my god. Oh, God. Oh, God," she yelled as another orgasm washed over her. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming again. Oh, my God, I'm cumming." And she did, explosively. "Master, please stop. I'm pissing. I feel like I have to piss." "Let it out," I ordered and then she moaned loudly as she ejaculated a steady stream. I took my fingers out of her and concentrated on her clit as she shot out her cum across the floor. She shook and was yelling as her head flew back, eyes clenched. "Mercy master," she begged but I ignored her, continuing to rub her near raw clit. It was red and abused, but I continued to rape her. I coated my fingers with her cunt juices and fingered her clit hard and fast, not letting up. She whimpered helplessly, eyes closed and sobbing as her thighs ad hips moved as if they had a mind of their own. She couldn't control it. She couldn't stop it. I would force my will upon her. It was that simple. Once again she came, not as hard as the last one, but I could see her juices seeping out of her pussy and down her thighs. She gasped when I pulled my fingers off her clit and took them into her mouth and sucked on them. Keri didn't move, so bled of energy she was. I watched as she sucked and licked my fingers clean, like they were a cock. She was an exquisite slave. "Bedtime, slave," I said as I pushed her off my lap. "Yes, master," she whispered, weakly as she began to crawl toward the stairs. She stopped and look toward me, keeping her eyes at my belt line. "Did I please you tonight master." "You are a slave, girl," I answered. "Its your job to please me. It's expected. You were not without your interests." "Yes, master." She sobbed as she crawled up the stairs. Ten minutes later she was kneeling by the bed, nude save her collar and the cords that was still tied to her. I roughly handled her, untying her hands and the cord from around her waist. I tied her wrists together behind her back, one over the other and then used the cord to tie her collar off to my waist. She would be kept under strict discipline. I was silently amused as she tried to climb onto the large bed without her hands but finally she made it. I laid down on my back and she nestled into me, resting her head on my hip. I felt her lips, moist and gentle, kissing my hip. "I love you master," she whispered. "I have given you no choice but to love me." There was silence for a moment as she moved closer into me. I felt her nipples against my thigh; it was a delightful feeling. "I want to have your baby," she whispered. "Sleep." "Yes master." "Thank you for mastering me. You've conquered me." Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 07 I came home after a hard day's work as I always did and found Keri there to meet me as was her ritual. I looked down at her petite frame as she knelt before me with her knees open and her hands on her thighs. I closed the door silently as she put her right cheek to the ground between extended wrists, performing obeisance before her master. The house was already warm with the aroma of the lasagna that she had fixed. Though she did not work a regular job Keri found her day busy as she served me. It was good for her to serve me in those menial ways, endeavoring to please me. She served so much the better sexually afterward, knowing that she had to iron my clothes perfectly, and cook the meals to my perfection, else she feel the whip on her supple soft skin. "Greetings, my master," she whispered as she untied my shoes and removed them and my socks. I could feel her lips kissing at my feet. Then she lightly licked and sucking, lingeringly, hoping to be found pleasing. She knelt back on her heels for inspection, her back straight, breasts thrust forward, with her knees widely spread, exposing her sex to me. I grinned down at her silently. She struggled to look at the ground as she was still under discipline. She was dressed as I had commanded her, nothing but black silk stockings and matching pumps with 4 inch heels and little ties around her ankles. Wordlessly, I knelt down beside Keri and roughly inspected her as she gasped at my touch, silently pressing herself to me in sexual offering and powerful excitement. Her legs were freshly shaved smooth. Her cunt was also shaved recently, smooth and red from her razor still. I ran my fingers between her spread and waiting pussy lips that were already moist with her juices and then lifted them to my nose as she let out a small gasp. I smelt a pleasant mixture of her sex mixed with her skin moisturizing lotion. Next I checked her underarms and they were shaved recently also. "Bara!" I barked and Keri fluidly and beautifully slid onto her belly and crossed her ankles for binding as well as her wrists behind her back. I roughly uncrossed her ankles and spread her legs. I used my fingers to spread her ass cheeks as she quietly moaned and could see her angry puckered sphincter from her recent ass-raping. It was clean and brown, inviting. It was also free of hair. "Position," I snapped and she quickly rolled over and rose to her knees, back straight with her thighs widely splayed. Her chest rose and fell quickly from the exertion, making a delightful show of her breasts. "We have something special planned tonight, my slut," I informed her. She shuddered and reddened in anticipation and fought back the urge to look up at me, but she was still under discipline; she could not look at my face, or any part of me, in fact, above my belt. "We need you prepared for the event," I said. "So I want you to prepare dinner quickly and then wait, on your knees in the kitchen for me." "Yes, daddy," she said, excitedly and then turned to crawl away quickly. I licked my lips and smiled as my cock twitched, watching her firm, well formed and exquisitely shaped ass sway as she made her way to the kitchen. Upstairs in the bedroom, I laid out her attire for the night, which was not much indeed. Over the past weeks, I had bought her many new clothes, both for my viewing pleasure as well as for her to go out in. They were all sensual but conservative, nothing too slutty and nothing distasteful. I mainly chose skirts and blouses for her to go out in as well as sun dresses and longer flowing dresses with modest slits up the sides or back. For in the home, it was mainly lingerie, garter belts, corsets, negligee's and such, In a variety of different colors and styles. For this night I chose a black corset that pushed her C-cup breasts up perfectly, and fit her tight around her belly and waist. It had attachments for her stockings and would match what little she was already wearing perfectly. With that done, I locked my pistol in the bedroom safe and then walked into the bathroom for a quick shower. I was almost absentminded as I thought about the future. I had a good job here, but except for my other daughter, Tara, who was attending college now, I had nothing really tying me to the city anymore, not since their mother died. I liked my job, but the skills were transferable nearly anywhere. I thought about living openly with Keri, not having to hide our relationship. Most everyone knew that she was my daughter, and none would approve of our sexual relationship, let alone my domination and control over her. I belonged to some nationwide groups of likeminded men and their girls, and I knew I could network anywhere I wanted to go. That thought was on my mind as I got out of the shower and dried off, feeling the stress of the long day bleed off. I dressed casually in worn and faded but sharply creased khaki pants and a red polo shirt. Keri laundered and pressed all of my clothes to perfection. She did not double crease anymore, especially since she felt the kiss of the whip for that transgression two nights before. I smiled at the memory of that and how she had served my pleasure afterwards, striving to placate me. I slipped the thick leather belt onto my pants and then carried my pistol down with me, feeling refreshed from the shower. I could feel my stomach rumbling as I locked my pistol up downstairs in the lockbox and then walked to the kitchen. Keri was there waiting, silently kneeling in the position of the pleasure slave, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. I could feel my cock stir at the sight of her breasts and her engorged rosy nipples. Silently, I sat down at the table and pushed myself in. I snapped my fingers and pointed under the table. Keri moved swiftly, knowing what I wanted. As I took my first bite of dinner, I felt the pleasurable softness of her wet tongue swirling around the head of my cock. She rested her hands on my knees, knowing that was how I preferred to suck my cock, using her whole body without hands. After a moment she was already mewling and whimpering in sexual need as she rocked back and forth, her head lips bobbing up and down the shaft of my cock. I continued to eat silently. Yes, I thought to myself, it is enjoyable to own a woman, completely, having her under my absolute and utter control and discipline. I ate in silence as they pleasured me, slurping up my cock. I had to tell her several times not to cum as she worked hard to sexually stimulate me. By the time my dinner was through my cock was rock hard and throbbing. I pulled her off my cock by her hair and she knelt beside me, gasping for air, her breasts rising and falling beautifully, her eyes alight with sexual excitement. Piece by piece, I fed her with my forth. She knelt back on her heels, the aroma of her sex mixing with that of the lasagna. She used only her teeth and lips to eat from my fork, which was stimulating for me by itself. It was very sensual to me to see her performing this task in such a sexual way. "Thank you for feeding me master," she breathed, her voice taut with need as she performed obeisance, pressing her lips to my feet and gently holding my ankle. Unable to control my own urges anymore, I grabbed her roughly by the arm and she yelped as I dragged her to the side of the kitchen and then put her to her belly. She instinctively spread her knees widely and pressed her breasts into the cold tile of the kitchen floor while her hands were at her sides, palms up. "Oh, daddy!" she yelled as I drove my hard cock into her cunt and began fucking her wet sex hole without mercy. I could feel her cunt quivering almost immediately as she reached slave orgasm immediately with the first thrust of my cock reaching her womb. Her body tensed up and then shuddered as orgasm washed over. Without waiting and without quarter, I continued to fuck her, pushing myself deep into her tightened muscles, forcing me into her pussy harder and harder. I grabbed her supple ass cheeks and controlled her movements, pulling her back to meet every thrust as I slammed into her wetness. I didn't care about being gentle or her own needs. She lifted herself off the ground, moaning in pleasure, offering herself to me. "Use me master," she whimpered. "Fuck me. Fuck your slave girl good! Use her body for your pleasure! Take it and fuck it daddy! Please fuck me harder!" I slammed into her harder and harder with every thrust until I could hold back no longer and with a savage growl I unloaded my cum into her hot pussy. She was still mewling as I pulled my cock out of her and reflexively, she rolled to her knees before me and without having to be asked began to clean my cock with her small warm tongue. It was a pleasure to feel her tongue lapping at the mix of cum and pussy juice and lightly licking my balls and the shaft of my cock while she still shuddered in sexual need. With my cum and her pussy juices mixed with her saliva, she rocked back on her heels, looking up at me with her eyes shining, still obviously in a state of extreme sexual arousal. I smiled at that, thinking I would toy with her a little more. "Is my girl wet?" I asked as I knelt down in front of her. My forefinger lightly touched just the edge of her obviously wet and engorged folds. "Yes," she moaned, looking down to keep her eyes away from mine, as she tried to push my finger up into her but I pulled away and grinned as her pussy chased my finger, looking for something to fill her up. Her whole body was taut as she whimpered in need. "Well," I said as I held the small of her back, not allowing her to move and then ran my finger between her lips to her inflamed and sensitive clit. "If you're a good girl maybe I'll let you cum." I grinned at her. She whimpered again and I just laughed. Lifting my finger from her dripping pussy to her lips, she eagerly licked and sucked it, her nostrils flaring at the taste and scent of her sex. "But we'll just have to see," I said with a laugh. Standing abruptly, I could well feel the ache in my cock and the bulge in my pants from my own sexual excitement. I looked down at her and considered having her again, forcing her to serve my pleasure and using her body as a vessel for my own sexual fulfillment. No, I said to myself. I need to be strong with her. "Clean up here and then go upstairs. Clean yourself up and then adorn yourself in the clothes lying on the bed," I said, looking down at her. "Come to me in the den when you are finished with that." "Yes, daddy," she said softly, obviously disappointed that she would not receive any contentment for a while. I brushed her head softly, affectionately, and she smiled blushing red. Wordlessly, I walked away into the den and sat down in my faded leather armchair, mindlessly watching the evening news. After a moment of thought I worked on starting a fire to fight the chill as the nights cooled after dark in the city. I preferred the warm, glowing embers of the fire over the gas heating that was provided in the home. Call me old fashioned but I love the power and the energy of a burning fire. With that done and I walked to the small wooden desk in the corner of the room and took out my handi-cam and checked to make sure the battery was still good. Keri had gotten it for my birthday a few years back. I wondered with a smile if she ever thought she would be videotaped on it like she was about to. It was an amusing thought as I ensured there was enough disc-space on the memory card and then checked to make sure the small light worked and then found the tripod for it and set it to the side. It was barely twenty minutes later when Keri crawled into the den wearing the corset. She knelt head down next to my chair with her hands on her thighs, palm up. I could smell the soft scent from her reapplied perfume that seemed to exude sexuality. Yes, I thought, the corset pushed her breasts up beautifully. I could feel myself becoming aroused again, already. "You are beautiful, my girl," I said, touching her face. "Mmmmmmm," she said with a soft smile, pushing her cheek into my hand, thankful and needful of the small touch. "Thank you daddy." Then she giggled and shuddered in excitement. "What do you have planned for me tonight?" Before I could answer the doorbell rang and I laughed at how Keri jumped, her heart skipping a beat. I shook her head affectionately and then wordlessly got up and snapped my finger, pointing to a spot facing the wall. Dutifully, Keri crawled there and knelt, facing away from the hallway, perfectly still, her belly quivering in anticipation. Opening the door, I greeted her with a finger to lips, warning her to silence. It was good thing I had also, for she was about to speak. I ushered Sandra into the house and I could smell the subtle feminine perfume that she wore. I returned her smile and could tell she was excited. After I closed the door, Sandra wordlessly shucked the heavy overcoat that she wore, revealing the sheer black bustier with stockings and shiny black pumps with five-inch heels. She fell to her knees before me and kissed my feet, gently, teasingly with teeth and tongue, silently telling me of her excitement. She smiled when she saw me lick my lips and her eyes shone but Sandra remained silent. Sandra was a girl that I knew from a local group, who was slave but currently unowned. I had assisted her leave her former master who had physically abused her almost to the point of death before cleaning out her bank account and kicking her out of his house. He had espoused the tenets of Gor but obviously was less than expected. She was a petite woman of thirty who worked as a stockbroker during the day but was also slave. She was curvy with C-cup breasts that remained firm and pert. She had dancer legs with strong calf muscles. All in all she was a very lovely, desirable girl with long luxuriant red hair and green eyes. Her skin was fair which flushed beautifully when she was excited, as she was now. Since the incident with her former master we had remained in contact through the years. At the various functions where she had served on behalf of a house or event, I had used her for my pleasure on more than one occasion but never more than that. I remembered well the softness and responsiveness of her body, the softness of her smooth skin and the swell of her breasts. I licked my lips again, silently. Needless to say, Sandra had leaped at the chance when I called her this morning to come over. Sandra popped to her feet and stood beautifully when I snapped my fingers and pointed my forefinger to the ceiling. She remained deferential, standing as a slave with her eyes cast downward, her knees flexed and ready and her hands at her side, loose and resilient. Silently I walked toward the den with Sandra following, one step behind and to my left, her bare feet on the cold hard wood. She stole a furtive glance at me when she saw Keri's form and I could tell she was excited. She was a bisexual woman who enjoyed the soft touch of a man and loved it that the men who owned her enjoyed it as well. I walked over to Keri who shuddered when she felt my presence approaching her. Taking some binding fiber on a side table I took her hands and bound them behind her back. She trembled with anticipating at her helplessness but remained silent. I then turned her around on her knees. "Who is she?" Keri asked, aroused as well as fearful. I could see her skin flush from her breast line up to her high cheekbones. For a moment, I remained silent. "She is going to assist you on your journey. You must be pleasing in all things," I said looking down at her. "That means performing for your master, or other masters as your owner may command you to. This means knowing the touch of a woman," I smiled at her. "It means enjoying the touch of a woman." Beckoning Sandra over to me, I touched Keri lightly on the cheek. She shuddered in anticipation and I licked my lips, adjusting myself as my cock grew harder. Still stroking Keri's cheek, I nodded to Sandra who smiled. Keri moaned when she felt Sandra lightly touching her, running her long feminine fingers along her throat and cheeks. I stepped back as Keri closed her eyes and sat down in the chair, watching. Not taking my eyes off of the two girls, I grabbed my handi-cam and started recording. Sandra had an expert touch that titillated, aroused and teased all at the same time. Her fingers were lightly running over Keri's chest and down her satin corset, teasing her taut nipples and then her quivering belly. Keri whimpered and bit her lip as she spread her legs wider, splaying them for the woman who was touching her. I watched as Sandra lightly ran her lips along Keri's neck, to her cheek and then Keri, who had never touched another woman before, sought out with-as if they had a mind of their own-the more experienced lips and moaned as they touched. Their mouths opened and the tongues touched, causing Keri to tremble again. She fought the bonds and sobbed when she found herself well tied and helpless. Keri moaned and lifted her body when Sandra became more direct, more passionate, groping her breasts and kissing her harder on the mouth, nibbling and sucking on her lip. Keri moaned when she felt Sandra tearing away at her corset and kissing and licking at her nipples. Keri's whimpers made my cock stir as I videotaped the two girls together. Sandra pulled her bustier down exposing her firm breasts, lifting to Keri's mouth who fervently sucked and licked at them. Her tender lips latched onto one and Sandra moaned as the younger girl sucked hard on them as if they still had milk. I remembered the kajira to be very much into nipple and breast stimulation and could well imagine what this was doing to her slaves fires. "Yes!" she moaned as she wrapped one arm Keri's head and pulled her down into her breasts, moaning and whimpering, mashing the girl's face against her. She threw her head back and spread her legs wider as her fingers pulled and twisted Keri's nipples. Though she was in pain, Keri only moaned, obviously aroused and excited by the mix of pleasure and pain that she was experiencing. She looked up panting, her eyes glazed over and Sandra attacked her mouth, kissing her and pushing her tongue into Keri's mouth. It was eagerly accepted and Keri sucked on it like she had just done with her nipples. Pushing Keri down hard on the floor, Sandra pushed the long legs apart and visibly licked her lips as she looked upon the wet and engorged pussy lips. Silently I watched as Sandra began rubbing her fingers between Keri's moist lips in an achingly slow sensual rhythm, grinning up at the younger woman with her eyes alight. "I remember watching you grow up," Sandra said with a grin. "So sexy, growing up into a beautiful sexual woman." Keri moaned at the words as her body responded to every touch as Sandra continued running her finger up and down her wet slit. "Oh, yes, I remember wanting you so many years ago, so young, so fresh, innocent. I wanted to then." The licked and kissed the supple flesh of Keri's neck. "And I want you now." Just hearing Sandra talking dirty to my daughter was making my cock rock hard and ache as I videotaped the experience. Through the viewer I watched as Keri writhed and squirmed in her bonds, whimpering and moaning in need. Keri's moans became louder and more urgent as her whole body moved, afire in sexual frenzy. I could see that she was reaching orgasm as her pussy leaked juice and her hips gyrated and spasmed in increased excitement. My own excitement was building watching the performance. "Do not cum without my permission," I commanded. Keri threw her head back in frustration and tried to close her legs but couldn't with Sandra's hands firmly holding them open while her fingers toyed with her clit and pussy lips, her fingers coated in Keri's cunt juices. Daddy's Little Girl Ch. 07 "Master!" Keri exclaimed I remained silent and she grunted in frustration but knew better than to orgasm. My cock jumped when, Sandra leaned down and ran the flat of her tongue from Keri's anus to clit, causing the girl to buck her hips up, seeking out the warm wet tongue that was sending pleasure throughout her body. "Do not cum without permission," I reminded her harshly. "Master!" she grunted through gritted teeth. "Please." I remained silent, watching as she fought to hold off the torrent of her orgasm but her whole body was taut and responsive as Sandra's experienced tongue licked her cunt. Keri could only moan and grunt in need as she tried to hold back, waiting for me. I could tell she was so close, just at the edge, but she would wait for me. She would wait for permission. Finally, I said "cum," and she screamed out in orgasm, unable to control her responses. She forgot I was there and didn't even there was a camcorder in my hand. She only could feel the orgasmic sensation of pleasure running through her body as she exploded, and her juices streamed out of her open slit. I could smell the thick smell of sex in the air. Sandra lapped them up, sucking the juices with wet smacking sounds, ravenous for the girl juice as she slipped a finger into the well lubricated sex hole that was just waiting for penetration. Keri pushed her hips down as the orgasm subsided in her, leaving her whole body afire in sexual craving. Sandra pushed another finger into her and began pumping them in and out of the slick pussy as her lips latched onto Keri's clit and sucked on the engorged sex organ as her tongue teased it continuously. Keri was moaning, unable to control herself, as she fought the ropes binding her, nearly screaming as her body took control of her senses. The only thought and focus that she had were the hands and tongue touching her, bringing her to sexual heights she did not know possible. Sandra used the palm of her hand to hold the younger woman down, allowing her to lick, suck and finger the previously bisexual virgin pussy in earnest, with all of her effort. It was all I could do to keep from jumping from my seat and raping both women as the cameras rolled. Nonetheless I unzipped my khaki pants, releasing my hardened and aching cock whose head was already coated with precum. I started lightly stroking my cock as Sandra sucked Keri off to another mindblowing orgasm, her fingers pumping in and out of her wet cunt. Keri's whole body went rigid as she screamed in pleasure. "Look at your father, Keri," Sandra said with a grin, as she turned to me with a grin. She took Keri by the hair and turned her eyes toward me. My daughter's eyes were glazed over and sparkling with sexual need and excitement as her body screamed for more attention. "See his rock hard cock, how big it is?" Sandra asked. "See how excited he is? See how much it arouses him and excites him to see me sucking his little girl off, bringing her off to orgasm after fucking orgasm and using your body as my playground? It's making me wet just thinking about fucking your brains out while be videotapes it, recording the two of us making love. Let's give him another show." Without waiting for a response from the still panting and sex starved Keri, Sandra swung her legs around and straddled her face, lowering her pussy to the waiting mouth. I saw Keri lick her lips through the viewfinder and watched as her hips undulated uncontrollably. "Now baby, lick," Sandra cooed, "That's it, girl. Use the flat of your tongue, lap up at my pussy like a little kitty cat. That's right baby, start at my anus, oh that feels so good, now go all the way to my clit." Keri dutifully followed her instructions and licked the woman in earnest, making grunting noises as her little tongue darted and lapped at the wet pussy atop her. Sandra looked straight at camera and smiled with a sultry look in her eye as she bit her lip and threw her head back and moaned in pleasure. Her hips started to move over my daughter as pleasure coursed through her body. Sandra lowered herself farther into Keri's mouth and her hands went to her heavy breasts and her fingers started pulling and playing with the taut nubs, only driving the woman to a higher level of ecstasy. "Oh, baby you were born to lick pussy," Sandra moaned as she started to ride her face. "Now suck on my clit baby. Yea baby, suck. Harder. Harder! Use your tongue on my clit while you're sucking baby. Ohhhhhhh, so good, so fucking good." Sandra was panting and bouncing on my daughter's face and I could clearly see her pussy juice seeping from her wet cunt, running down her thighs and coating Keri's face who was eagerly licking and sucking it up. Sandra looked right in the camera as she approached orgasm. "Do you like this master? Do you like us performing for you? Your hot sexy daughter licking me to orgasm? God, she feels so good! I knew she would be so good at this!" "Master please may I cum?" Sandra asked suddenly, her body tight and her eyes looking toward me. "Please, allow this girl to cum!" I nodded just perceptibly and she moaned, bowing her back and throwing her head to the side as her eyes clenched. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she said suddenly and the flood gates opened as her body spasmed through an explosive orgasm. I watched as Keri grunted and squealed in fear, not knowing what was happening and helpless in her bonds, being HELD down by Sandra's body. Her cries were muffled as Sandra mashed her sopping wet cunt into her face as she squirmed helplessly, drowning and gagging on the river of female juice. "Suck out her cum," I commanded from where I sat. "Use your tongue and suck out her cum from her pussy." With her eyes scrunched shut, Keri did as she was commanded, lapping at the juices and before I knew it, she was hungrily sucking and licking, her small feminine tongue jutting out as she made wet slopping noises. "Mmmmmm, you lick pussy like an old pro," Sandra said with a satisfied grin, squirming her pussy against Keri's mouth. She bent down and pulled Keri to her knees and led her to the couch, near me. Keri knelt, rocking back on her heels, still highly sexually aroused, her whole body gyrating as she made small mewling noises. I could see Sandra's sex juices coating her face and chest as her eyes shone. Sandra turned to me but kept her eyes lowered. "Master, it would please this girl if you would come sit on the couch." Wordlessly, I stood and sat down at one end of the couch, facing them, my cock rigid and covered in pre-cum. She smiled and sat down on the edge of the couch, spreading her legs widely. "Now for part two of your lessons," Sandra said in a sultry voice as she snaked her fingers through Keri's black hair and pulled her head down toward her waiting cunt. "Now use your tongue on me slut." Without having to be told twice, Keri bent down and started to lick and suck Sandra's pussy. The older, more experienced girl was moaning almost immediately and lifting her body to the young lover who was exploring her inner folds with tongue and lips. Within moments, Sandra was nearing orgasm with her hips gyrating in rhythm with Keri's licking and sucking. "May I touch you?" Sandra asked as I videotaped her lesbian experience with my daughter. I nodded affirmative. I leapt when I felt her warm feminine fingers wrap around the shaft of my cock, stroking me. It was slick with my pre-cum and it was wonderful to feel her fingers teasing me. I knew I couldn't hold out any longer. I stood up abruptly and put the video camera on its tripod and walked back to the couch. With my need nearly overpowering me, I pulled Keri away from Sandra's pussy and mounted her. In one swift motion, my cock was buried in her hot wet cunt to its hilt. "Master!" Sandra exclaimed as she arched her back and dug her fingernails into my forearms. I growled as I felt her cunt muscles clamping down on my cock. I started fucking her with long slow strokes, enjoying the hot wetness of her fuckhole as Keri watched with shining eyes. "Come play with my clit," Sandra said and the younger woman obeyed her, taking her place on the couch. Her fingers found Sandra's slick clit and started strumming it in rhythm with my cock. Sandra pulled Keri's face to hers and they kissed deeply, soulfully, which only made my cock ache all the more from the erotic sight of the two females kissing. Before I knew I was slamming into Sandra's cunt hard and fast as her cunt juices splashed onto me. The room was filled with the sounds of wet slurppy sex and the moans of the two females who were exploring each others' bodies. "Your daddy's going to cum inside my pussy," Sandra breathed to Keri. "Master is going to give me his seed." She could feel my cock throbbing and the purposeful thrusts of my cock as she wrapped her legs around my waist and met every stroke. "Oh, master!" Sandra exploded as I came inside her, filling her with my hot seed. Her quivering orgasming cunt clutched my cock and she shook with spasms as the hot seed forced her submission from her. I pulled my cock out of her and pushed Keri's head down to Sandra's cunt. The girl knew what she was to do and attacked the pussy with gusto, licking and lapping all of my cum out of her chain sister. She moaned and licked, feeling her own heat growing. Yes, I had turned her into a regular sex starved slave, unable to resist sex in any way or in any fashion. Sandra started moaning again as I mounted the couch and she turned to take my cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked me well, cleaning the sultry mix of cum and cunt juice off of me. She paid special attention to my balls, licking and sucking them while she stroked my cock. Seeing that my cock was hard again she looked up at me. "Master, this girl begs to see you fucking his daughter." I smirked down at the slave. Sandra had always had an eye for Keri, never coming out and saying it but always silently, subtly acknowledging the attraction. She had a good eye for slave flesh and never denied being a pronounced bi-sexual. When I had told her that she would be bringing Keri into the world of bisexuality she couldn't agree quick enough. I had used her many times and Sandra was never one to turn down a master that had trained her and had used her in the past. Grabbing Keri by the hair, I threw her to the floor on her belly. My cock was already hard again with my balls tight with cum. I ached and knew that I needed to be serviced again. Keri yelped but didn't move, knowing that she was a vessel for my pleasure. She remained absolutely still while I came behind her. Roughly, I spread her knees, raising her ass in the air and then thrust into her, filling her hot and quivering pussy. She responded immediately meeting my strokes as I fucked her hard. She tried to squirm, but I held her down, taking her wrists and forcing them to the small of her back. I used them for leverage as I fucked her, she completely helpless in my taking of her. Her cunt felt good, wet and tight as her muscles gripped my cock. "Yes master. Fuck me. Fuck me good. Use my body for my pleasure. I love being your slut. Your cock feels so good, master. Please find me pleasing master." "He won't find you pleasing unless you are pleasing," Sandra informed her. "He is a strong man and will take what he wishes." Sandra smiled at me. "Permission to touch you." I nodded in acquiescence. I felt her small feminine tongue on my body, kissing and licking at my neck and chest while her hands cupped my balls. "Master's balls are full of cum," she smiled and rubbed my daughter's cunt juice into them. While I pumped into Keri, Sandra reached under her started fingering the girl's clit. Jeri was already writhing and squirming in a sexual frenzy but when she felt the other girl's fingers on her she went over the edge and came hard. "Master! I'm yours! I yield me! You own me! You own me!" Her cunt quaked and spasmed against my cock, gripping its length like a glove. I thrust into her one last savage time and exploded inside her, once again leaving my hot seed inside her cunt. Keri did not seem discontent as I released her and pushed her down on the ground. I leaned over and kissed her while she quivered lightly, mewling in the sexual afterglow of her submission. Her skin was hot and sweaty against my lips. She yelped when I removed my cock. I kissed Sandra hard on the lips and she sucked my tongue into her mouth and gave my tongue a small blow job before I broke the kiss. I carried Keri up to bed and Sandra followed. I fell asleep to the brunette's mouth on my cock, lightly sucking on me. It was a pleasant way to fall asleep.