****** Daddy Don't by Justmaster ******
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Daddy Don't


It was so hot out. Beyond hot, really. The air crackled with electric charge,
with the promise of the rumble of thunder and the white heat of lightning. It
was the calm before the storm, a heat that was heavy and thick, inescapable,
seeping into everything. Heat makes you a little crazy, they say. He didn't
have that excuse, though. He'd wanted to fuck his little girl for three years
now.

It had been a real shit of a day. Murphy's law in effect; everything that could
possibly go wrong, did. He'd been at work since eight o'clock this morning, and
worked non-stop for a grueling fourteen-hour day. He was bone tired, so tired
he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. He was hot and sweaty. He was cranky. His
brain was barely working.

He yanked off his tie and left it somewhere in the living room. His little girl
would pick it up tomorrow. Such a good girl, she was. Took her mother's place
ever since the bitch left two years ago. She did a helluva better job as far as
cleaning, cooking, and general companionship, but there were some things he
missed about his ex. Or maybe there was only one thing. She had had such a
sweet tight tan cunt. God. Two fucking years. Jesus Christ. There was only so
much of his own hand that he could take.

Thinking about that hairy wet pussy made his cock stand up, hard and angry in
his pants. He tried to ignore it, knew that the inevitable would come when he
went in his room, but savoring the torture of his own harsh lust for the
moment.

He pulled off his soaked white dress shirt and threw it onto the floor of the
laundry room, then guilty bent to pick it back up. He could at least put it in
the washer. He may have had a shitty day and been pissed as fuck at everything
in general, but he loved his little girl more then life itself.. He wouldn't
make her wake up to a house that looked like a bomb hit it.

He pushed open the lid of the washer carelessly, and tossed the shirt on top.
Just as he was about to close it, a scrap of pale yellow caught his eye. He
immediately reached in and pulled it out. Yellow was darks. She knew that. He
poured the bleach straight from the bottle into the machine, and started it. He
laid the scrap of material on top of the lid, and was just about to walk away,
when he realized what he had been holding.

She'd been doing the laundry for the past two years. Yes, she did know that
yellow was darks, and shouldn't be put in with the white wash. Unless she
wanted them cleaned immediately.

The panties lay in a crumpled little ball on the white metal top of the washing
machine. He could just make out the inside rim of the crotch. It had touched
her. That delicate little cloth edge had rubbed against her sweet tan thighs,
her little bush.

His cock was jutting obscenely out from his body, a perverted tent in his black
trousers. It was pulsing harder then it had in a long, long time. He swallowed,
his mouth dry as cotton, and hot. He'd wanted her for three years now, watched
her grow up. The temptation was strong, so strong. She was so careless, so
innocent, in little cotton nighties and wet bikinis and short shorts. How many
times had he seen glimpses of her sweet panty-covered mound as she'd bent over
or crossed her legs? How many times had he made up some feeble excuse, his eyes
transfixed, and then stole away to his bedroom to imagine his sticky fingers
were from her, from her juices?

He raised his shaking hand to his face, the tip of his nose touching the fleshy
pad of his palm, and sniffed. Ohhh sweet Jesus. He could smell her! His little
girl... her sweet musky warm odor. Ohhh. It made him feel dizzy, heart
pounding, cock leaking into his boxers. Greedily, he snatched the cloth up from
the washer and brought it to his face, breathing in big deep gulps of hot pussy
smell. The material was still a little bit damp, getting stiff. He was pressing
it against his nose and cheeks and lips and chin, feeling its stickiness on his
flesh. His baby. His little girl. She played with herself! She played with her
pussy! He couldn't believe it. His head was throbbing. The scent of her cunny
juice was driving him absolutely crazy. With a trembling tongue he touched the
tip to the material, and mixed in with the dry cotton taste was her. A little
bit salty. Creamy. Ahh Christ he was licking her cum off her soiled panties!
With the last shred of his self-control he tore himself away, threw the
material onto the floor, and backed out, rushing to the study where his supply
of whiskey was.

Oh Jesus oh Jesus oh Jesus. What was he doing?! He had to get a hold of
himself! He threw open the door to the mini-bar and pulled out the biggest
glass, tossed in two ice cubes and grabbed his reserve bottle of J&B. He popped
the top and filled the glass to the brim. His hands were still shaking, some of
the thin liquid splashing onto his fingers as he brought the container to his
lips. Whiskey takes a few minutes for the ice to take effect, and he usually
hated his liquor lukewarm, but this wasn't a pleasure drink. Actually, it was
meant to dull that particular emotion. Either way, it was still like battery
acid, harsh and burning. It seared his throat as he gulped and gulped. Only
when he'd drunk the whole thing did he set it down, smacking his lips.
Hurriedly he poured a second glass to the top, and drank half of it at once.
Then he set it down, leaning against the edge of the bar, body swaying
slightly. He could feel the alcohol rushing through his veins. He hadn't eaten
since lunch, and 80 proof was hitting his empty stomach like a rocket.
Immediately he felt slightly dizzy. At least his erection had flagged a tiny
bit.

He studied the glass in his hand, eyes blurring, and stared at the cool amber
as it slid over frosted cubes. He closed his eyes. That color... that hot cool
mellow intense goldredbrown... that was the color of her eyes. Delicate eyes,
exotic almond-shaped eyes, with long silky black lashes. He squeezed his pale
blue ones shut and tried not to think about those eyes looking up at him. He
couldn't help it, though, and the fantasy washed over him like a wave crashing.
Beautiful eyes... frightened, so sad. Staring up at him, so confused, so hurt.
"Daddy, you're hurting me! Daddy, please don't!" He heard her voice in his
head. So many times she'd said that, voice like bells distorted with laughter,
while he tickled her, or pretended he was going to toss her in the pool. He
knew that he'd done it to touch her, done it to hear those words. He fantasized
about hearing them in earnest, seeing those eyes well up with crystal tears,
hearing that sad, sad fear...

NO. NO! He wasn't thinking about this. He wasn't! Ohh God. His cock was so
hard, so fucking hard. He felt like he could drive nails into brick with his
dick. It was twitching in his pants, spasming like crazy. Slowly, he opened his
eyes. He was gripping the glass so tight that his knuckles were white.. He
tossed down the last half of a glass, and then carefully poured himself a
third. He just needed to take care of business. That was all. He'd kept control
of himself for the past two years, alone with her so many times. He wasn't
going to just rape his little girl tonight. He WASN'T. He'd go up to his room
and think about her, that's all. That's all. It would be enough.

Stumbling, he turned off all the lights in the house before starting up the
stairs to the bedroom hallway. This light was on. She always left it on for
him. So sweet, so very sweet. She was such a good girl. So good. He felt such
love for her, and it was good, it kept his throbbing wolf cock at bay from his
sweet little lamb. That's when he realized her bedroom door was closed. Closed?
She was a young woman after all, and he knew she needed her privacy. So
sometimes, yeah, she had it closed during the day. Just to listen to her god-
awful music and talk on the phone with her friends. But at night? Never at
night. He always came in and kissed her goodnight.

The rush of annoyance filled him, washed away that tender feeling. He decided
to have a talk with her tomorrow, but for now he'd just open it. He tried to
turn the handle, but somehow it wouldn't twist. He pushed on it again, and then
again. Hot fury filled his aching head. He was determined to have the goddamn
door open. He could wake her up, but he didn't want to. That would have been
easy. He wanted to invade her space, wanted to show control. So he stumbled
into his room and got the master key from his drawer. In his inebriated state,
it took a couple tries, especially since he still had the glass of whiskey in
his right hand. But then he heard the click, and stupidly he thought that it
was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard. Jackpot.

He twisted the door handle, and it swung open silently. The room was dark, and
it took a minute for his eyes to adjust. The light in the hall was a sliver of
gold, and he used it as the path, eyes following it. It stopped on the bed. On
her bed. And he saw a different kind of gold. Flesh.

Unconsciously, he took a step forward, following that lighted path. His eyes
moved over her skin. It was cooler in here, from the fan, but still very hot.
He guessed that's why she locked the door; so that she could sleep in the nude.
So sweet and modest. His poor little daughter. If she'd known that her Daddy
was lusting after her cunt, she would have known that something as
insubstantial as a locked door would never keep him away. She never had known,
though. She'd never even suspected. Ahh, innocent youth.

The sheets were in a rumpled ball at the foot of the bed. She was on her side,
facing him, and naked. He drank in the sight of his little daughter's fresh
young body. He could see the round of her tits, and the little purple tips. He
could see her sweet thighs, and the triangle of dark fleece between them. His
cock was so wet in his pants, sticky pre-cum dripping in milky streams down his
thighs. He was so horny, so hot for his little girl that it almost hurt. He
took a slug of whiskey, and squeezed his erection through his trousers hard. He
groaned. He took another sip, staring at her, feasting his eyes on her fragile,
vulnerable nakedness.

He knew that he couldn't turn away. It was too perfect. She was too perfect.
He'd finally gotten to see her sweet, sweet nude body. He couldn't resist.. He
thought about so many days where she'd sat on his lap innocently, that soft
butt rubbing into his throbbing cock. So many days where she'd wear those tiny
bikinis, the material thin and wet and plastered to her body. Sometimes he'd
even imagined that he could see soft pubic hair peeking out of shorts or bikini
bottoms. It had been too long since he'd gotten laid. Too long that he'd
fantasized about this, about her. He was too drunk, and too angry, and too
frustrated. Too fucking horny. He knew he was going to rape her. His baby.

He couldn't say that it was temporary insanity, because he'd never felt saner
in his life. His temples were throbbing, and his mind was clear and empty. The
whole world was reduced to his sticky prick. It was like a relief, realizing
the crime he was about to commit. It was so nasty and dirty, raping his own
daughter, but it felt good because he was finally going to do it, finally,
after wanting it so bad for so long. He squeezed his cock again, and then
slowly closed the door behind him. He locked it, just like she had. She'd
wanted to keep him out tonight, wanted to keep her Daddy away while she slept
with her pretty body all revealed, but he made sure it didn't work. The door
was locked, but the wolf was in.

He stood there a minute until he could see more clearly in the moonlight, until
he could make out her sweet form again. Then he set his glass on her dresser,
the ice cubes clinking. She stirred a little from the sound, rolling onto her
stomach. He walked over to the foot of the bed and looked down at her. Perfect.
His sweet little slut had gotten into just the right position for her Daddy to
fuck her. Her fall of silky ink black hair was swept off her skin just a bit,
revealing the frail, delicate curve of her neck. His eyes traced her slender
limbs down to her gently tapering waist, and reached the globes of her soft
round asscheeks. They were slightly parted, so gold and sweet. Below that were
her smooth, spread open thighs.. He could just make out her full bush between
them. His legs trembled. He unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned his trousers.
The zipper came down next, loud in the soft silence of the room. He pulled out
his leaking, rock-hard penis and rubbed the tip a little with his fingers,
making his whole body shiver. Then he smiled, and took his hand away. No, not
tonight. Tonight he wouldn't be coming in his hand. He left his cock obscenely
poking out from in between his pants, though. He liked it like that, hanging in
front of him, leering at his little girl.

Gently, he lowered his weight onto the bed. She stirred just a bit, and he
paused. He wanted to take her by surprise. When she was still again, he
straddled her, his hard thighs on either side of her soft ones. His belt
brushed her ass and she woke up with a start. She was groggy, but very quickly
realized danger. She started to shout out immediately, but he was ready, and
shoved her face hard into her pillow, hitting the back of her head with a harsh
slap, as well. She was stunned, but still fought, body wriggling, arms
flailing. He liked it. He felt her warm naked body wiggling underneath him, and
he loved it. He wondered dimly whether she felt gobs of pre-cum drip on to the
crack of her ass. But if she kept fighting, he'd never get to shoot his baby-
making seed deep inside her little snatch. So he slid his right hand underneath
that pretty slender throat, and squeezed hard, fingers curling in, digging into
her windpipe. Her cries shut off abruptly, but the flailing didn't. He held his
hand there and slapped hard at her arms. She got the picture, and her moving
slowly stopped. In response he took his hand from her throat, simply pushing
her head back into the pillow. He thrilled at her so scared and trembling and
beaten in his arms.

He shifted his weight backwards, so that he had access to her cunt. She tried
to close her thighs but he whacked the backs of them so hard that she stopped,
frightened and bruised. He reached his hand between her thighs and slid his
fingers into that hot, full, hairy bush. Ohhh. He liked it when they didn't
trim. His little girl. She was just asking to be raped.

She was making noises, moaning into the pillow, crying. He liked them. He liked
them so much. He knew they were for him, that this pain was for him.. So he
drove two fingers deep into her twat. She screamed, and her body was shaking.
Her cunt was so hot and dry and sticky. He felt the ring of it so tight around
his fingers, and realized she was a virgin. His heart swelled. His sweet little
girl. She was waiting for her Daddy to rip open her little pussy. Ohh yes and
he would.

He started to fuck into her, slowly, savoring it. She was HIS. HIS little girl.
HIS slut. He would make her his property. He would own her and possess her. He
knew that for the rest of her life every creak in the house would make her
think of this night. It made his dick throb.

He wanted her to want it. He wanted to know what it felt like when her snatch
was hot and bothered. So he brought his thumb up to her little hidden clitty,
and started to rub. Her hips jerked, shocked. Those tan thighs instinctively
tried to clamp shut again, but his big hand was cupping her mound, firmly
invading her little snatch. He slapped her ass so hard that he left a perfect
hand-shaped white spot on her golden cheek. And then he slapped it again. Three
times. Four. He liked the sound his hand made as it beat her flesh. He'd never
done that before to his little girl. He'd never been able to make himself
punish her. She wasn't just his little girl now, though. She was his little
whore, and he relished the dull wave of pain that he knew coursed through her
body.

He knew that she was scared, so scared. She tried to keep still, but couldn't.
Her body trembled, the muscles in those sweet arms and back hard and tense. He
didn't hit her again, warning her to stop even this small movement. He enjoyed
feeling that slight warm vibration beneath him. He enjoyed her humiliation, as
they both felt her start to get damp. Her small body betrayed her, as he knew
it would. Such an innocent, inexperienced little pussy was no match for its
Daddy. He knew just how to make her body do exactly what he wanted it to. Her
shoulders were shaking, and there was an animal sound coming from deep within
her throat. Pure anguish, so deep it could not be put into words. Clitty poked
out from under its little hood, shivered gently underneath his rough thumb. Her
fuck tunnel was getting wet now, making it easy for his fingers to slide into
her, in and out, in and out. Her breathing was labored, harsh pants into her
saliva-damp pillow. He felt her body tense; her thighs were locking around his
hand. She was close, so close... She was crying softly. He knew he was working
her body, making it truly his, making it want her Daddy's thick cock. So
close... He drew his fingers up, digging into her g-spot, making her shake for
him. And then...

He slammed his cock into her all the way to the balls. She screamed out so loud
that it always seemed like he didn't have her head shoved into her pillow. Oh
yes it felt so good he felt her warm virgin blood on the tip of his dick and he
started slamming in hard again and again. He loved to rape his little girl, his
little whore, she was his bitch now, HIS. Yes he was going to do it every
night, every night he was going to bury his big, thick cock in her sweet tight
tiny little pussy, fill her up with his hot fuck, his jizz, his sticky baby-
making seed. He was pounding into her, really slamming her, reaming her out,
driving into those soft bruised walls again and again. He was using her, his
sweet, innocent daughter, using his little girl like a common whore, making her
his cum dumpster. He let go of the back of her head so that he could grip her
hips and help shove her down on his cock as he plunged up into her, and
immediately she raised her head and started shouting, "Daddy! Daddy! Help!" So
trusting still. She was getting raped, she was hurting so bad, but she still
had faith that her Daddy would barge in and save the day, save his baby.

He let her go on for a minute, and then he leaned down so his head was against
hers, and he licked her warm, soft neck lovingly, and said, "Yes, baby?"

She froze, and he could almost see the wheels turning, the absolute horror
filling her every pore. Her entire body tensed, muscles clenching. He felt it
building so quick, so close, so close, and groaned, forehead beading with
sweat, trying to hold off just a little longer. He kept fucking, kept punching
into her, kept pushing his cock into his daughter's torn pussy. A low moan
escaped her quivering lips, and her butt and cunt muscles tightened in one
sharp spasm. It was like a fist, gripping him, and he knew it was all over
then. He went completely still, body as unyielding and tense as hers, and he
grabbed her hips and held her still and that's when he let loose and his cock
started spraying hot jizz into her tight wounded little snatch again and again
and again, shoot after shoot, his wad filling her.

Finally, his hips stopped rocking, and he lay replete, his softening dick in
her cum-filled cunny.

She was deathly still, frozen in place, crystal tears running down her soft,
sweet face, and he sucked her earlobe into his mouth and whispered, "I love
you, baby. Won't this be nice to do every night?"


**Dedicated to Justmaster from your Little One**

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