0 comments/ 183341 views/ 15 favorites Sarah Obeys Ch. 1 By: closetmonster "Get down on your knees." The command was curt, delivered in a low growl. Sarah obeyed, unthinking, knees sinking down onto the plush carpeting. Yet the sensation on her kneecaps was rough and abrasive, like the man who stood in front of her. She felt a frisson of indignation stiffening her spine. He must have sensed it, because he gave her a derisive smile, gloating in his power over her. "Daddy, please." The words caught in her throat. She was so reluctant to beg, but the plea slipped out as easily as she'd fallen to her knees moments earlier. "No Sarah. You have to learn your lesson." He reached down and caressed her cheek with his large hand, dipping it into the white-blonde mass of curls at her temple and rubbing the silken strands between calloused thumb and forefinger. "If you can't respect my sexual privacy, then you'll just have to be a participant." Her daddy's disapproving tone belied the hungry expression in his green eyes. They glowed as he observed her. She was only wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of white cotton panties. No bras. He could see the dark shadow of her aureoles as she suddenly shivered. Her young, firm breasts pressed against the thin material insistently. Intrepid tits. Audacious girl. Even though Sarah had turned eighteen a few months ago, she looked much younger than her age. True, she was diminutive. Yet she was also shapely. No, it wasn't her body that made Sarah look young. It was her face. It was the sheer innocence radiating from her guileless eyes. He didn't know if she was innocent. She'd been dating for a few years now…but in an era where most girls became jaded and sexually knowledgeable at increasingly younger ages, Sarah defied it. Somehow, it left her untouched. Pure. He still couldn't believe that she'd been spying on him. Fury at the invasion mixed with an intense and unexpected arousal. He wouldn't make her do anything. He'd just scare her enough that she'd never spy on him again. "How long, Sarah?" She bowed her head, angelic curls tumbling forward to hide her wide, blue eyes. "A long time." She replied humbly, breasts deliciously a-tremble as she quaked before her father's crotch. He eyes were drawn to them, absorbing every slight motion. The nipples were puckering now. Excitement or fear? He couldn't tear his gaze away from them. They prodded tauntingly at the material of her shirt. He wanted to put his tongue to them, taste them. Horrible thoughts. He'd always possessed a tremendous libido. Heaven knew he'd also never been faithful to his wife. But lusting after his teenage daughter? He was still aroused. That must be it. He'd been rudely interrupted. As soon as he discovered his daughter was spying on him while he indulged in one of his many extra-marital affairs, he'd stopped and sent Lorraine home. "Are you planning on telling your mother? Is that why you've been spying on me?" He asked harshly, trying to will his cock down to more modest proportions. It strained intently towards his nubile young daughter. It wanted to fuck her. It wanted to shove itself deep down her throat. Had she ever sucked cock before? She was old enough. Most girls her age probably weren't even virgins anymore. Was she still a virgin? "No. I won't tell momma." At this earnest statement Sarah raised her shining eyes. She looked up imploringly at her grim father. "I didn't mean to spy. I'm so sorry daddy. I know it isn't any of my business. Please forgive me." Her hands clasped below her plump tits, pressing them up and together. Her father was assailed with the image of his turgid cock, oozing pre-come, embraced between them. He closed his eyes, fighting wildly for control. Too much wine tonight. Too little follow through after the incredible foreplay with Lorraine. Damn it. Sarah was his daughter. He shouldn't be thinking these things. "Why did you do it then? Why spy on me?" His eyes snapped open and he glared back down at her accusingly. She blushed. Pink color stained her neck and moved quickly up to her cheeks. He was enchanted. He'd seen his daughter blush before, of course. But he'd never had the occasion to wonder if that delicate pink shade affected her breasts as well. He was a drowning man and he knew it. He watched her lips as she formed the timid confession. "I was curious, daddy. I've never…I was curious about it and when I watched you…" The pink deepened to red and Sarah ducked her head again. Her father reeled. His head spun and his cock throbbed hot and heavy, his balls tightening. He should make her clean them with her sweet little tongue. He should make her lap up the pre-come that was wetting his pants. "Are you a virgin, Sarah?" He asked ominously. "Daddy!" "Answer me, young lady." Sarah lifted her eyes and they caught on her father's bulging crotch. She shivered again as she stared at it, feeling an answering surge of wetness between her legs. Her face felt like it was on fire. Nothing could put it out. She'd be embarrassed for the rest of her life. "Yes. I'm a virgin." It was curiosity that had prompted her to start spying on her father. She'd known for a long time that he was having affairs. Her mother knew too, but never made an issue of it. Once Sarah had started watching though, her motivation moved beyond mere curiosity to fascination and awe. Despite Sarah's lack of experience, she could tell that her father was a wonderful lover. At least, all the women he'd been fucking thought so. He changed with each woman, as if he adapted to meet their needs and wants. He'd be tender with one and kinky with another. How would he be with her? Sarah bit her lip. She shouldn't be having these thoughts about daddy, daddy who'd bounced her on his knee when she was a little tyke, daddy who'd taken her on countless trips to the zoo or the ice cream parlor, daddy who loved to spoil her like crazy. "Have you ever sucked a cock, baby girl?" His question invaded Sarah's frantic thoughts. "No. But I've watched other women suck yours." She didn't know where that came from, that throaty temptress voice. She'd managed to shock him even more profoundly because there were several heavy beats of silence. She couldn't look at him. She couldn't bear it. But his hand found her face again and gently tilted it up. The other brushed her hair away tenderly. "Look at me Sarah." He commanded. Commands came so easily to him. He loved being in control. She obeyed and gazed into her father's eyes. "Sarah," his fingers stroked her jaw "I want you to try it. Will you try it for daddy?" He asked, calloused fingers tracing a slow path to her soft, lush lips. They pressed until Sarah opened them and then they felt along her inner lip, her teeth and finally her tongue. "Suck it." He said, eyes glued to her mouth and the tanned finger that invaded it. Sarah obeyed. She sucked on her father's lean finger, twisting her tongue around it and shifting the finger into and out of her mouth. He pulled his finger back though. Sarah followed it eagerly, lips chasing the retreating digit. His finger withdrew to his aching crotch, pressing against his weeping dick. His daughter's lips didn't stop. They continued until they pressed against his crotch as well. Even through the material of his pants, he could feel the heat of her mouth on him and it was electrifying. He couldn't contain a low moan of pleasure. As he stared down at his daughter's lovely face, her dainty lips pressed so sweetly against his groin, did he detect a small smile? The little vixen! All rational thought fled though, when his daughter stretched those alluring lips wide apart. He caught the gleam of her eggshell teeth and the wet glimmer of her red tongue as she leaned deeper into her daddy, open mouth on the rough material of his pants. His knees buckled. He clutched the back of her skull as he fell slowly to the floor. Sarah lost her balance and started to topple, but braced herself on the palms of her hands as her head descended along with her father's crotch. So hot, that greedy open mouth, the press of her lava tongue, muted through the denim. It would be okay as long as that barrier existed between his cock and his daughter's devouring mouth. His grip on Sarah's head hardened, became almost cruel. He pulled her hair yet tugged her even closer, all at the same time. Tears sprang to her eyes and she gasped for air, but she couldn't breathe. She was smashed too close. She started to panic as her father began to grind himself into her face. The denim rubbed her flesh raw. She whimpered, dizzy from a lack of air. It was brutal, as if her father were beating her with his cock, punishing her with it. Finally her dainty hands flew up to his hips and pressed him back. He paused, catching his breath. He panted as if he'd just run a mile. Guilt tore at him when he saw his daughter's face, raw and reddened. "Baby girl, daddy's so sorry." He said brokenly, feeling tears burn at the back of his throat. She trembled, hands still pressed against her father's hips. And then she did the unthinkable. She shifted her hands. One pressed against the huge bulge of cock still masked in denim, though there was a large wet spot where her mouth had been. The other undid his button quickly and deftly before her daddy could protest. His pants opened up and the eager cock sprang forward, big and thick. The tip was white with pearly come. "Baby, no!" Daddy cried, moving away and lifting as if to struggle to his feet. Sarah would not let him go. She gazed at her father's massive member in awe and lust. She'd never been so close to it before, with nothing between her and it. She slipped her fingers delicately beneath his balls and kneaded them softly, while she grasped his cock in the other hand. Daddy stopped his attempted escape. Power shifted; it fell directly onto Sarah. Adrenaline rushed through her system as she caressed his pulsing dick. It was so hard and yet so soft, especially at the tip. "Do you want me to lick it, daddy?" She asked naughtily, remembering his earlier question and raising her deep blue eyes to his face. It was contorted, as if he were in an agony. "No!" Then. "Yes! Please. Lick your papa's cock, sweetheart." He sounded defeated. Triumphant, Sarah leaned in and licked the tip. She swirled her tongue around it like she'd seen so many other women do, but daddy could tell the difference. Daddy could tell that his little girl had never put lips, tongue or hands on a cock before. It seemed impossible, but he swelled to even larger proportions. This was hell. And it was heaven. His darling daughter lapped at his swollen cock like a kitten, making low noises of satisfaction as she did so. "Mmmm, daddy. Yummy." She said sweetly when she pulled away for a moment to glance coyly up at him. The realization of what he was doing slammed into him, unsettling his stomach. He was kneeling on the floor of his and his wife's master bedroom while their sexually unskilled, but attentive daughter licked his dick. His wife would kill him. Other women, fine. She looked the other way, always had. But their young, beautiful daughter? "Shit." He cursed, pushing Sarah back by her shoulders. "What, what is it daddy?" She asked him, a desperate and pleading note in her voice. "We have to stop this. Get out of here. Go to your room and lock the door." He commanded harshly, lips tight with anger and shame. Sarah shook her head, blonde curls dancing and jumping in protest. "Go now!" His voice rose to a dark roar. A curious expression swept over his daughter's face. She scowled at him fiercely. He'd seen that look before, on the seldom occasions when he didn't give her something she wanted. "Shit." He said again, more weakly. He knew what would happen before she did it, and he didn't try to stop her. Sarah came back at him, clumsily so that his engorged cock bumped against her nose and her eye, leaving a smeared, stringing trail of semen nestled among the long, dark lashes and glistening against the red flesh of her cheek. She got it into her mouth though. It wouldn't fit. He was so attuned to her he felt the shock as she registered how truly mammoth her daddy's dick was. Dark laughter filled him as he stared down at his daughter, stuffed on his cock. It wasn't even halfway in and her eyes flew back up to his, startled and a little scared. Her mouth was so sweet and hot and tiny. He laughed. "Bitten off more than you could chew, huh?" Sarah moaned. "Is this what you wanted, daughter?" As he spoke, his hips shifted forward, edging a fraction more of his dick into her wet mouth. "Are you happy now, you stupid girl?" He demanded. He couldn't stop. He couldn't resist. She'd taken it too far and very likely regretted it, wanted to stop. Too bad. He grabbed his daughter's head in both hands and shoved his enormous length all the way in. She made a wild sound in the back of her throat and a moment later the tip of his cock touched it. He was down his daughter's throat, choking her on it. "Do you like that, you little slut?" She met her father's eyes and moaned as her throat closed convulsively and she gagged. Incredible, the sensation of Sarah's throat tightening on the head of his cock. It made him crazy. "Can you take it all, baby girl? Can you be daddy's sweet cock sucker?" Of course, he didn't expect a reply, what with his meat stuffing her face. But he kept talking to her anyway as he slipped his dick into and out of her mouth. "This is what you asked for and now you're going to get it. All of it." He grunted, more aroused than he'd ever been in his life by the sight of his tumescent cock, veined and purplish now from all the blood gushing into it, as it pumped slowly and deliberately into and out of his daughter's mouth. Her pink lips were wrapped around its thick length. Oh, how that dainty mouth looked so full to bursting as daddy fed her his meat! It nearly made him come, just the sight of her. At some point, she relaxed into it. Sarah's eyes drifted shut and she flowed with the movements, the steady rhythm of her father's penis invading her mouth and her throat. She even got used to the gagging sensation when the tip of it rocked against the back of her throat. It became a challenge. How deep could she get daddy's dick? So she welcomed the gagging, the clutch of her stomach and her throat. Each time he slipped the firm cock into her mouth, she opened wider and tried to suck it in deeper, until at one point she was convinced she had a good two inches of him past her tonsils and into her throat. She almost threw up. He paused with it there as she struggled against the rising bile. It was painful and delicious all at once. She was overwhelmed. She wiggled her tongue around the base of his cock, inhaled the musky aroma of his sex, felt his pubic hairs pressing against her nose and the heavy balls tapping at her chin. She couldn't contain the drool. Hadn't been able to for a while, and it was dripping down over her chin in a simulation of what was inevitable. Drool was even stringing down and wetting her tits through the white shirt, making them feel cold and neglected. She moaned as daddy made a quick jabbing motion. Her jaws ached from being forced so wide for so long. That's when it started in earnest. He didn't withdraw fully after that. He would pull back a little and slam in tight once more, faster and faster, deeper and deeper until the gagging was a constant sensation. Sarah could feel her daddy's balls slapping against her chin as he grunted and moaned above her. It was borderline offensive. Sarah felt like she was being so invaded and used, she felt so helpless and submitted as her daddy fucked her face hard, without thought or consideration…mindlessly pursuing his own pleasure. He must have sensed her thoughts because he started chanting, "I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry sorrysorrysorry." He picked up the pace. It was brutal. He fucked her mouth so hard, so deep, so fast, that she thought she'd either vomit or pass out. Or both. Drool was spinning freely now. It was like a slobbery river that covered not just her chin and her chest, but her cheeks and her nose as well. The dam burst. Daddy came. He stiffened, caught on "-rryyyy!" Then he shot his wad. Sarah was unprepared for this. There was so much, spurting down her throat until she moaned and gargled, still too stuffed with her father's cock to voice a complaint. It repelled her and yet it was so good. She couldn't keep all of daddy's semen in her mouth. There was simply too much and it poured in white, viscous trickles from her lips. Finally, his dick popped out of his daughter's aching, abused mouth. Her father looked down, opened his eyes and feasted on the sight of his fresh young daughter, her face smeared with semen, blobs of it caught on those innocent lips. Not so innocent anymore though. Yes, daddy's little girl had just gotten a true taste of her first cock. Her pupils were dilated and she gaped up at her father in numb shock. His come was creamy on her face and he resisted the urge to shove her to the ground and lick his own semen from her lips, her cheeks and her chin. There was a glob caught in the curls at her temple. "So how did you like it?" He asked as he tucked his wilting member back into his pants. "I must say that, for your first time, you were fabulous. With practice, you could bring a man so much pleasure it would be the death of him." He made his tone hard and cruel, but he felt no satisfaction as tears spilled from his daughter's eyes and trailed down her cheeks, mixing with the seed from his body. "Daddy, I'm sorry. I've learned my lesson. I've been such a bad girl, please forgive me." She begged him, still kneeling submissively on the floor as he rose to his feet. He gripped her arms and lifted her up as well. "I forgive you, sweetheart. But just remember what happens when you start playing with fire, okay?" He leaned forward and kissed the exquisite shell of her ear, detouring for a moment to lave at the sticky blob of come caught at her temple. The he shifted slightly and quickly flicked out his tongue, breathing hotly into her ear for a moment. "You get burned." He murmured, feeling the shudder that wracked her body. He set his daughter away from him then. "Now go get cleaned up." Sarah bowed her head, "Yes, daddy." She walked to the door before he said, "And let's just pretend that this never happened, okay?" She nodded, but knew she had no intention of obeying that particular request. There was no way she could forget this experience. She could still feel it in her mouth, like a phantom, her daddy's huge cock stretching it wide and plundering it without mercy. She could smell him on her, a musky scent. And his come was drying on her face. She felt ravished. She felt used. She felt dirty. She felt wonderful. Sarah Obeys Ch. 2 He was with the redhead again. Sarah breathed quietly through her nose, one eye held to the crack in the closet door. It was a walk-in, so she wasn't cramped. The space stretched out behind her, seeming cavernous and empty when all her attention was focused on the scene being enacted on the other side of the door. Did daddy suspect? Did he think she wouldn't have the nerve to do it after yesterday? She smiled grimly. If he thought what happened yesterday would be a deterrent, then daddy didn't know his little girl at all. Sarah had huddled in her room, as father commanded, throat deliciously raw while she'd relived those few short minutes over and over again. She wanted to do it once more. She wanted the taste and the feel of her father's cock in her mouth. No, who was she kidding? Not just once more. No way. She wanted to do it repeatedly, frequently. She'd realized last night, for the first time, why she'd never let any of the boys she dated touch her or make out with her. They called Sarah the Ice Princess at school. But it wasn't prudishness or fear that had helped to keep Sarah so stubbornly innocent. She'd been saving herself for daddy. She wanted him and only him. The trick was how to get him, but after yesterday it shouldn't prove too difficult a task. The redhead giggled as she pulled her shirt off, jerking Sarah from her thoughts and back into the present. Daddy's lover wasn't wearing a bra and her impressive breasts bounced free. Her nipples were already hard, reminding Sarah of tart raspberries. Sarah felt a dart of jealousy stab at her heart when she watched her father reach out and cup those white, generous tits. They were so large, so beautiful. She watched, mesmerized, while daddy fondled the woman, how her flesh gave under his ministrations. And she felt lightening low in her belly when daddy leaned down, laving his tongue hungrily over a nipple before taking as much tit into his mouth as possible and suckling. The redhead went wild, clutching her father's head to her breast and moaning loudly. Daddy stretched her legs apart, slipping his large hands up long, white thighs to the gleaming, red hair nestled at her cunt. "Wait! Wait, David! You're going too fast." The redhead panted, pulling back and shaking her head. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Daddy asked, his voice strained. "After yesterday?" "Mmmm, yes. Your naughty daughter interrupted us, didn't she?" The woman smiled wickedly as she unbuttoned daddy's pants with eager fingers. "Why don't you let Lorraine make it up to you, make you forget all about your nasty little girl." David caught Lorraine's wrists in a tight, hard grip and lifted them away from his swollen crotch. She gasped. Sarah could tell that his grip was too tight, that it was hurting the woman. She smiled in the darkness, feeling satisfaction. "Come on, David. What's wrong? You've always loved it when I suck your cock. Don't you want to feed it to me?" David forced Lorraine to turn around, so that her lush round bottom faced him. He still maintained a cruel grip on her wrists, twisting them behind her back. "Today, baby, I'd like to skip all the play and go straight to the fucking." Lorraine wanted it hard. She enjoyed it when he hurt her. She spread her shapely legs and wiggled her ass up against his crotch. "Do it then. Fuck me." Sarah held her breath as daddy used one hand to hold Lorraine's wrists while the other unleashed his huge cock. He stroked it a moment, eyes closing momentarily, before shoving it quickly into the tight cunt in front of him. Lorraine shrieked as pleasure mixed with pain at his roughness. "Shut up, bitch." He pounded into her violently. Lorraine closed her mouth and moaned low in her throat. "Do you like that?" He asked her. The wet, slapping sounds of their fucking reached his daughter's tantalized ears. Sarah sighed. She lifted her hands and held them gently against the doorframe. She wanted to be the one. She wanted to be in the redhead's place. She wanted daddy's cock pounding into her untouched pussy like that, hard and hot and greedy. As if his lover sensed the unseen regard, she said suddenly, "What if your dirty little girl is watching us again David?" She tried to make the question husky, but it came out in lurches with each swift jab of his cock. He paused, shaft buried deep. He turned his head and gave the closet door a speculative glance. "It is cracked." He said, unmoving, trying to remember if he'd closed it all the way earlier. He could have sworn that he had. Reluctantly, he began to withdraw. "I'll shut the closet door." "No." Lorraine protested. "Leave it. I kind of like the thought of your daughter watching us." "Do you?" David grinned and slapped her ass, leaving a red mark. "What a filthy slut you are!" He started a slow languorous slide now, taking his time, enjoying the tight, wet cunt as he rocked into and out of it. "Come on, admit it." Lorraine purred as David squeezed her pendulous breasts. "You like the thought too, don't you?" He increased the pace, balls slapping at Lorraine's ass. "Maybe." He muttered, grabbing her hips and pummeling her. "Yes," Lorraine closed her eyes, an ecstatic expression on her face. "Do you like watching your daddy fuck me, Sarah? Does it make you horny, seeing daddy's big dick in my pussy? Show her, David, show her how good daddy can be." She was panting now, face pressed into the floor and butt in the air as Sarah's father screwed her from behind. Sarah felt a tingling down low, an answering wetness between her legs. Jealousy reared its head again. It wasn't fair, and now the Lorraine taunted her while she was trapped alone in the darkness. Lorraine was yelling insensible things, "Yes!" and "Oh, God." And "Fuck me, yes!" and "Your daddy's so good, Sarah. So good." Her father was moaning too, quietly. Sarah strained, pressing herself firmly against the frame, trying to hear her father underneath the bitch's yelling. Was he saying her name? Sarah's heart lurched, the muscles deep in her virgin pussy tightening. Yes, he was moaning his daughter's name over and over again. The pace had become feverish. His dick was slimy from Lorraine's juices, bulging and dark. It inspired lust and fear in his daughter, because it was so large and so powerful as it pumped aggressively into the folds of Lorraine's cunt. Sarah wanted it, ached for it. She backed away from the door and crawled under her father's long coat. It smelled of him. Old Spice. She buried her face in the hanging folds, the material muted the sounds of climax threading through the crack in the closet door. She felt excluded, an outsider, and for an instant wished she were somewhere else. Anywhere else. Watching was no longer very fun, not after yesterday. * "You can come out now, Sarah." Her father's muffled voice came directly from the other side of the door. He stood close to it, a robe covering him. He hadn't bathed. Lorraine had left only a few minutes ago, after taking a quick shower. She was surprised when David refused to join her under the hot spray of water, but he had other plans. Sarah jumped, startled. Had he known all along? "Come out right now. I know you're in there. I know you watched." So he had. Sarah clambered warily to her feet and approached the closet door. "Daddy?" She asked in a small voice that made his heart constrict, "Are you mad at me?" "Yes." He ran a trembling hand through his hair. "What am I to do with you, Sarah?" She shrugged, even though he couldn't see her. Cautiously, she pushed the door open with the palm of her hand. The light blinded her for a moment, and she had to squint. In that moment, her father drew her into his arms and placed a series of feverish kisses along her jaw. Sarah thrilled to his touch, but she was afraid too. Would it hurt much, when he put it into her? "Daddy?" "Shhh, sweetie. It's going to be okay." He whispered into her ear, licking and sucking at her earlobe, lightly nipping it until chills raced up and down her arms. "Do you know what you do to me?" He murmured. "Do you know how turned on I was earlier, knowing you were watching me?" He pushed Sarah away from him then, because his cock was growing hard pressed against her flat belly, and it made him feel guilty. "It's wrong Sarah. I'm your father and it's wrong. So why do you continue to tempt me?" He caressed her white blonde curls, rubbing his hand over her head. "You're my little angel and what I did to you yesterday…" His voice trailed away to nothing, hand gently stroking and petting at the soft, silken strands. Sarah lifted her head and gazed into her father's eyes. "You enjoyed yesterday, daddy." She cupped her hand over his, stilling it. "I enjoyed it too. I can't explain it. I don't know why, but I want you daddy. I want you to do to me what you did with her." She pressed her other hand against the cock that strained against the cotton robe. It grew beneath her hand, making her eyes widen. She gasped at the sensation. It was as if that part of her father was a living, separate entity. She wanted to know it completely. She wanted to worship it. Her daddy's eyes closed and he suppressed a groan. Pleased, Sarah rubbed her hand over it again. "I want that part of you," she said as she took the hand under hers and lowered it to her abdomen "inside here." She wasn't brave enough to take it all the way down. Her heart tripped and skipped frantically inside her ribcage. Her mouth was dry and the fast pulse fluttered in the artery at her neck. What would he do now? David took a deep, calming breath and opened his eyes. "Baby girl, you know we shouldn't…" He was relenting! Sarah continued to caress her father's cock, wrapping her small hand around it…trying to…it was too large for her to grasp comfortably in one hand. She needed to use both. So she left her father's hand alone and low on her belly. She pushed the robe aside and stared a moment at her daddy's dick, admiring its size and firmness. Her pussy ached at the sight of her father's sex, her juices slipping out thickly and making her upper thighs sticky. Her mouth watered as she wrapped both hands around his cock's thick width and squeezed gently yet firmly. It pulsed again, growing even harder and jutting arrogantly up toward her innocent face, straining in vain for those pink lips that were so far away. "I'm eighteen years old. I saved myself for you, daddy." Sarah said quietly, watching the expressions of pleasure ripple over his face. "I want this. I want you. Don't make me beg." He looked drugged, drugged with desire for the forbidden, the taboo. His green eyes glowed and narrowed on his daughter's dainty countenance. If only she looked eighteen, maybe it would be easier. She was so tiny, and still too close to the image of his little baby girl; it created an intoxicating cocktail of guilt and want inside him. "Beg?" He caught on that word. It made him hornier, the thought of making his daughter beg for it. He took hold of her wrists, tender as opposed to rough as he'd been with Lorraine, and he pressed those small resisting hands away from his member. "Sweetheart, if you're so hot for daddy's cock, then you'd be willing to beg for it. Will you beg your papa for another taste?" His voice roughened, but his hands were still careful not to hurt her. She curled her captive hands into fists, pressing her lips together and frowning up at him. "Do you want me to beg for it, daddy?" David smiled slightly, "Get down on your knees, girl. Beg for your daddy's cock and maybe he'll let you touch it again." Sarah fell to her knees in front of him, feeling deja vue wash over her. He still held her wrists, now they were lifted above her head. The position forced her chest out and her plump, perky tits pressed against her top. It was white, a thin nylon material that hid nothing. Every curve was outlined, and when her nipples hardened every detail was visible beneath the cloth. Her father eyed them hotly. "Where did you get that shirt?" "Do you like it?" She responded coyly, pressing her chest further out and wiggling so that they jiggled ever so slightly. She'd seen Lorraine do this before, with more dramatic effects because the lady's chest was significantly larger. But the look in daddy's eyes eased Sarah's insecurities. He liked what he saw, and that was enough. "Beg now." He said gruffly. Sarah obeyed. She looked up into her papa's intense eyes and said, "Daddy, please let me touch it. I want to so much. Please, I'll be good. I promise. Just let me touch your cock. Let me kiss it, daddy. Please." David held his cock in one hand, jerked off for a moment while his daughter continued to plead with him, her eyes now fixed on the member in front of her. "Okay, baby. Just a little taste, and if you're good you'll get more." "Oh thank you daddy! Thank you! I'll be good." Sarah was fervent, so obviously hungry for it. He guided his cock to her mouth and brushed the tip lightly over her lips, leaving the gleam of pre-come glistening there. He withdrew. "Lick your lips." Sarah obeyed, flicking her tongue first over the upper lip and then over the lower. She was thorough and lapped up every last drop. "Daddy, you taste yummy. Please give your good little girl more. Please daddy! I'll do anything you want." He guided his cock to her mouth again and rubbed the head over her lips, pressing slowly into them until the head was buried within his daughter's mouth. It seemed impossible, but she'd forgotten how delicious it was. It tasted different though, muskier. "Do you taste that, sweetheart? Do you know what that is?" Her father asked as he languidly pressed more and more of his cock into her mouth. She widened her lips and licked at it. "You're tasting Lorraine's pussy juice. Do you like it? Is it yummy too?" His dick popped out of her mouth and rapped against her cheek while she nodded, wide-eyed. "Lick it all off, baby girl. Get your daddy's cock nice and clean before he fucks your brains out." He still held himself at the base. His daughter stuck out her tongue and lapped it like she'd lick at a lolly pop. She made happy noises in her throat as she licked every inch of his hard, veined cock. "That's right, clean it all off." He encouraged her, watching the red tongue snake across his turgid length. "Now the balls. Be a good girl and clean papa's balls." Sarah obeyed, sucking as much as she could very gently into her mouth and sucking softly. They hardened as well, drawing up tight. She licked all around them, and even into the crevice at his buttocks. Daddy moaned and pulled her head back. Sarah had a fleeting moment to stare at daddy's immense organ as it bobbed in front of her face. She trembled inside. "Open wide." He warned, swiftly shoving his cock all the way into her mouth, touching the back of her throat and making her gag. She was ready for this. She was hungry for it and she devoured as much of her daddy's cock as he would give her. He held the back of her head as he pumped savagely into her hot, tiny mouth. "Look at me, sweetheart." He said. Sarah obediently rolled her eyes up so that her father could look into them. They were the clean, pure blue of a cloudless summer sky. And beneath them, her petite pink lips were forced open, his engorged cock slipping wetly between them, stuffing her mouth with it. He knew that if he kept this up long enough, her jaws would ache and become sore. He moved his hand from the back of her head and instead cupped her jaw, fingers digging into her bulging cheeks. He could feel his dick beneath the flesh as it pumped at her mouth. Her eyes were shining. She choked and gagged on him, but her eyes only revealed pleasure and adoration. Suddenly he stopped though, sliding his cock from her mouth and pressing Sarah down onto her back. He grabbed her shirt and tore it from her chest, releasing her dainty tits with their hard little nipples. He leaned over her, pressing his cock into the sleek skin of her belly as he kneaded and rolled her breast. Daddy's dick was hot and heavy on her tummy while his hands worked magic with her breasts. Sarah moaned and shifted restlessly beneath him. He lowered his head and suckled her. Sharp sparks of pleasure spiraled through Sarah's body. Helplessly, she arched her back and cried out, "Daddy, yes!" His hand wandered down her belly as he sucked and nipped her tits, panting and trying to take it slow. It was her first time. He had to go slow. His calloused fingers slipped Sarah's pants down over her slender hips and then pressed against her cunt. He nearly came then, from the feel of his daughter's furry snatch beneath his questing fingers. They dipped between the folds of flesh and found her wet, ready. He rubbed at her clit, making her moan more, and he lifted above her, watching his daughter's face as he slipped one finger into her impossibly tight pussy. Her eyes flew open and she mewled a little, it was a kitten sound. "How does that feel, baby girl?" Daddy asked quietly, intent on his daughter's every expression while he slipped his middle finger deep into her cunt. He palmed her with his finger inside, rubbing the sensitive clit. "It hurts!" She gasped. Then, "Ohhhh, it feels good." David smiled. "Give daddy a kiss." He bent down and pressed his lips to his daughter's. He parted them with his tongue and kissed her deep while he finger fucked her until she came. Her first orgasm slammed over her, drowning her. She moaned and gasped and cried into her father's rapacious mouth, his tongue devouring each sound she made. Her hips were rocking and shifting so sweetly, rubbing his cock into a state of painful arousal. He lifted his sodden finger and broke the kiss, holding it between their mouths. "Taste your come, sweetie." Sarah obeyed, taking daddy's finger into her mouth and lapping her salty come off it. His knee pressed her legs open and he settled himself between them. Daddy pulled his wet finger from her mouth and rubbed it over her nipples. She felt his cock, so immense and burning hot between her young thighs. She didn't recognize daddy at all now. He looked like a stranger, possessed, as he guided the head of his cock between the lips of his daughter's lush cunt. "I'm going to fuck you now, Sarah. Are you ready for this? Are you ready for your daddy's cock?" Her eyes clouded with desire. "Yes! Yes, please fuck me daddy! Fuck your little girl!" And with that, he shoved into her. She yelped in pain as he broke through her hymen. Sarah could feel blood oozing down her thighs. She hurt. There was nothing but pain and tearing. Daddy was too big. She shook her head, eyes filling with tears that made everything blurry. "Stop daddy! Stop! You're too big!" She pushed ineffectually at his shoulders. He didn't stop. He kept pressing his huge cock further and further into her tight little hole. "Please daddy!" Tears streamed down her cheeks. He bent and licked at the fiery trails. "Daddy can't stop." He muttered. "And daddy will fit. The pain passes, baby. Just hang on." He drank her tears and buried himself fully into her. She was so tight, so hot and so sweet that he lost control. Her muscles were clutching him involuntarily, squeezing her father's dick in a deliciously constrictive embrace. He pumped at her furiously, holding her hands above her head. David stared down at her breasts as they quivered and jerked under each savage thrust, her entire body rocking from the impact of his cock slamming hard into her womb. She moaned and cried and begged and pleaded as her daddy's cock tore at her insides, stretching her impossibly wide. But eventually the pain did ease, and another sensation replaced it. She was still tender, and the pain was still there, but pleasure stole in as well…a strange, foreign kind of pleasure that had something to do with the size of him and how he filled her so completely. Sarah Obeys Ch. 2 She became quiet, absorbing everything. Her father pumped her pussy in a fast, brutal rhythm. Each time he withdrew it, she began to long for it, wanting daddy's big dick back inside her again. He panted above her, "You're such a good girl. Daddy's good girl." Sarah moved with her father, panted too in sweet little bursts. "Yes, daddy. Yes, please daddy. Don't stop. Don't stop." He battered at her, not even really withdrawing now, the banging thrusts increasingly tighter and more violent until he came and she came with him, father and daughter crying out in a fierce climax. Daddy spewed his seed deep into his daughter. She felt the come spurting into her and reveled in the sensation. But he wasn't finished. He pulled out of her, cock still hard and squirting jizz. It flew out in stringing, white bursts, spattering onto Sarah's stomach and her tits, even onto her face. He pumped his cock, emptying the last remnants of his orgasm onto her. "Rub daddy's come into your skin, sweetie." He huffed above her, cock going limp in his hand. Sarah obeyed, stretching her young body out before him. "Keep your legs apart." He commanded when she started to close them. Sarah nodded, widening them again so that her father could look at her pussy, come caught in globs on her blonde pubic hairs. She started rubbing daddy's semen into her flesh in slow, sensuous strokes. It had been warm, but cooled quickly and the chill raised goose bumps on her flesh and hardened her nipples. Daddy smiled, watching his daughter as she obeyed him in complete submission. He leaned down and kissed her lips. She tasted the sweaty salt on them, exertion from their fucking. "You are so good, Sarah. So good." He murmured, hands joining hers in a glide of sweat and come. Sarah glowed with pleasure, luxuriating under daddy's approval. "I love you daddy." She said, tucking her face into his neck and licking the salt from it. "I love you too, baby girl." His large hand cupped her breast; it was swallowed into his broad palm. "Let's go take a shower, and wash off." Sarah nodded, even though she was reluctant to clean daddy's come from her cunt, from her skin. She liked the feel of it, wet and slippery. Naughty. But she would mind him. She would be daddy's good little girl as long as he'd keep doing these thrilling and delicious things to her.