I felt an overwhelming need to shower. "Yep, I'm not getting back to sleep this morning."
Our house was an old ranch style, with the kitchen and the master bedroom on one end, and the other two bedrooms and a full bath on the other. The kitchen and living room separated the bedrooms, with an addition off the back we called the media room. It's were we watched TV and movies. It sounded more impressive than it was.
My bedroom door was right next to the living room, with the bathroom at the end of the hallway. The guest room, which Daddy used as an office, was between me and my shower. My door faced a wall, with the kitchen and my Mom on the other side. I got three steps toward the bathroom when Daddy stepped out of his office.
"Good morning, Shelbie," he said, pushing me up against the wall. "How did you sleep? It was the sleep of the innocent, I'm sure."
"You might be surprised," I said, thinking about my Mom on the other side of that wall. "I-I'm pretty nasty, Daddy. I really need a shower, so if you'd be so kind as to step out of the way..."
"Your mother is in the kitchen," he said, straight into my ear. His hot breath tickled, sending a thrill down my back. My breath caught, as my body started to change. I knew where this was heading. It boggled my mind he thought he could get away with it, but I knew he was going to try. "Do you think you can say no now?"
He pulled my robe open, both hands going straight for my boobs. I moaned and groaned, holding onto his waist as he indulged his lusts on my body. He pressed his face into mine and kissed me. Kissed my cheeks, my lips, my neck. He worked his way down to my boobs, and started sucking on a sensitive nipple.
I swallowed hard, tears threatening. I looked both ways, desperate for a way out of my predicament. "You...You know I can't say no, Daddy."
"Then you are about to get a little nastier, Shelbie," he said. He pressed a forearm across my shoulders, holding me against the wall while he dropped his khaki shorts. He wasn't wearing underwear. He cock was semi-flaccid and rising fast. "Touch it. Stroke it, my beautiful, sweet daughter."
I felt my face going slack as the most amazing sensations filled me. It was already starting to get hard to breath. I felt hot, sweat prickles beginning all over. With his pants down, Daddy's strong, sure fingers plowed into my sex. He tugged open my hot folds, and plunged knuckle deep. I cried out softly, holding onto him tightly.
"Just say no," he said, pulling one of my legs up. That left my pussy fully exposed and ready for exploitation. I swallowed, wrapped my hand around his cock, and guided him into me. He paused with just the head inside me. "Can't say it, can you."
I looked him in the eyes, mine starting to glaze over. "Just do it, Daddy. Fuck me."
His eyes flashed. He was indignant. A thirty-five year old man was angry because some eighteen year old girl wouldn't, couldn't say no to his sexual advances. I just shook my head, while savoring the feel of him entering me.
"Why can't you say no, Shelbie?"
"I don't...," I said, hesitating. I was going to say I didn't know how, or I didn't want to disappoint. Instead, I told the truth. "...don't want to."
"You like it."
"Yes. Maybe too much."
His eyes narrowed and he growled. Daddy thrust hard, filling my tight, wet channel with his rock hard shaft. I cried out, body stiffening. It was so sudden, so damned great. Daddy slapped a hand over my mouth, continued to pound into me. I yanked his hand away, but he slapped it back across my mouth when I cried out again.
I tried, but wasn't able to dislodge his hand. Giving up, I wrapped my arms around him and raked his back with my nails. Daddy bowed his back, groaning wantonly. Then he caught my eyes, and held them as he fucked me against that wall.
He pounded into me like never before. It felt great. It felt awesome. And it felt like he was going to reach his peak way too fast. Daddy was huffing and puffing already. A lot of my friends with benefits were like that, getting off just seconds after penetration.
"Aaaggh," he cried softly, and his thrusts slowed.
Feeling him going limp, I bit his hand. He pulled it away.
"I'm not finished, Daddy," I said.
He shrugged. A second later, he was too limp to remain inside me. He squirted out. Daddy stepped back, pulled his shorts back up, and glared at me. I quirked a brow. Again with the righteous anger.
"This is not over, young lady," he said, zipping up. "We'll continue to talk about this."
"Talk. Yeah. Right," I muttered, turning towards the bathroom and a long, hot shower. "We do a lot of doing, but very little talking about what we're doing."
He just grinned and walked away. I hurried into the bathroom, locked the door, and turned on the shower.
"This changes everything," I said, glancing at the closed and locked door. "If Daddy insists on...punishing me? Then maybe I should go to college out of town." I checked the water. Perfect. As I stepped into the shower, loving the feel of that hot water cascading over my curves, soaking my breasts and hair, I smiled with just a touch of wicked glee. "Or maybe this is a good reason to live at home all the way through college."
My body filled with sexy sensations, in response to all of the sexy thoughts tumbling through my head. One hand snaked down to my sex, and I started rubbing my achy, needy clit as I thought of all we'd done, and would do if I stayed at home during my college years. Yes, I think Daddy would really like it if I continued to live at home, "And I can't say no to Daddy."
THE END
About the Author: Raquel Rogue
Raquel Rogue has a passion for erotic writing, her pet Yorkie, and stilettos. Not necessarily in that order. She can't get her fertile mind off the tawdry, taboo side of life, so writes stories so wet, wild, and wicked, it'll curl your toes.
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THE DEMON IN ALICE by Virginia Wade
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Chapter One –––––––– I’d been tied to the bed for three days now. My mother had given me soup earlier, and I had spat it out. I didn’t want to be like this. I didn’t want to feel so awful. I woke up Monday feeling hot and tingly. While I was in the shower, the strangest, most troubling thoughts drifted through my head. While dressing, I had been seized with an uncontrollable urge to masturbate. I had used the end of a hairbrush on my tight, virgin pussy, until I had screamed with release.
It hadn’t been enough. I soon found myself in the throes of unimaginable lust, with thoughts of having my stepfather’s cock deep inside of me. I’d never even felt that way about him, till that moment. Completely out of control, I jumped him and tried to rape him. That was when my parents had tied me to the bed. They hovered over me for days, with horror and worry.
My head snapped to the open window, as the sound of a vehicle approached. We lived on the outskirts of town in a sleepy little farming community near Des Moines. Daddy was a farmer and mommy a homemaker. My stepsister, Tracy, was only three years old. Mother had sent her to a neighbor’s house. They had kept her away from me, fearing that I would attack her.
The doorbell rang, and, moments later, someone answered. I wished my hands were free, so I could touch myself. The feeling of needing to masturbate was so strong, I practically writhed in agony. If only I could find some release. Then I wouldn’t be wound up so tightly. Then I could think of something else other than the incessant tingling in my pussy.
Someone was on the other side of the door!
“She’s been like this since Monday, Father Ryan,” said my mother. “She’s...not herself. It’s like she’s been taken over by...something awful.”
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“I’ll determine the nature of the affliction, Mrs. Groden. I can’t tell you if she’s possessed without seeing her first and observing her closely.”
“I understand,” she said. “What I’m concerned about is anyone finding out. She’s not in control of herself. It’s...this is hard to say—”
“What happens here stays within these walls,” he soothed. “I’ve seen the worst of possessions, and I’m fully prepared and trained to handle them. It won’t be easy or pretty, if she’s indeed possessed.”
“Let him see for himself what we’re dealing with,” said my stepfather, Mark.
The door opened, and the priest walked in. Excitement coursed through me. “Oh, yay! Presents,” I hissed. “Yummy cocks! Get them over here, boys. Lemme suck ‘em!”
Mark’s brows drew together. “See what I mean.”
Mommy looked upset. “I’ll wait downstairs. Let me know if she needs anything. I got her to eat earlier...before she bit me.”
“Yes, go away,” I spat. “I only want cocks around me.”
“We’ll take it from here,” said Father Ryan. “You needn’t trouble yourself a moment longer, Mrs. Groden.”
I liked him already. He was tall and thin with angular features and a full head of dark hair. My pussy contracted and throbbed as I thought about the size of his penis. I began panting helplessly.
“How are you, Alice?” asked Mark.
“Please untie me, daddy. Please.”
“You know we can’t do that, honey. The last time you went wild and bit your mother.”
“I promise to behave. I swear I won’t do anything wrong.” I practically quivered with arousal. The sheet beneath me was drenched with sweat. “Please.”
Father Ryan hovered over me. “She seems lucid. She’s not in a trance.” This perplexed him. “What’s your name, my dear?”
“Alice.” He lifted a shiny cross over me, and I screamed. I didn’t want to, but his wrist had turned me on horribly. It looked so strong and sexy. I wanted his fingers in me. “Fuck me, Father Ryan. I need that great big cock!”
He stepped away from the bed. “I’ve never seen a possession quite like this one before.”
“It doesn’t stop for a second. Susan’s beside herself. We can’t leave her alone. We certainly can’t take her out in public like this. The shrink we talked to said it might be some sort of psychotic break, but we can’t get her in the car to take her to him. Maybe we need an ambulance and a psych ward,” he muttered.
“No, no. You were right to call me. This is clearly a possession, no doubt. I’ll have to ascertain exactly which demon it is. Then we’ll perform the ritual to flush it out.”
These two hot men were driving me crazy. Arousal oozed out of my pussy, wetting my panties. My nightgown was a tangled mess around me, and my long, blonde hair a matted disgrace. I writhed in agony, feeling the need for release. I had to calm down the raging fire, so they would untie me.
“I’m sorry,” I gasped. “I didn’t mean...it. I...just...please, let me go. Please! Just for a minute.”
The priest looked stern. “That would be a mistake.”
“My wrists hurt so badly. I just wanna rub them.”
Mark glanced at me apprehensively. “If we let you go, will you behave?”
“Yes.” The need to touch myself had me convulsing. My lower lip trembled. I bit on it to stop the movement. “I...will be good.”
Father Ryan moved away from the bed. “I’m amazed, quite frankly. I’ve only encountered possessions where the victim was in a coma like state. For her to be talking and communicating is a good sign.”
“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” muttered Mark. He untied my hands. “Better?”
I could smell his cologne, and it drove me wild. The urge to jump him was so strong; I forced myself to grab the sheets instead. “Mush better.”
“She’s slurring her words,” observed the priest. “Interesting.”
I rubbed my breasts. “I...feel so dirty, father. I want your cock so bad.”
He held his bible, yet remained impassive. Mark loitered with a worried expression.
Grasping the bottom of my nightgown, I hauled it over my head exposing myself. My large breasts were tipped with hard, pink nipples. The masses jiggled invitingly. I rubbed them and moaned.
“No one will know if you fuck me. I wanna do you both.”
Mark cleared his throat. “See what we mean? This shit’s been going on all week.”
“It’s an unusual possession, but nothing surprises me anymore.”
My hands moved to my stomach and lower. “I’ll touch myself, and you can watch.” Eager fingers slid into my underpants. I felt wetness immediately. “Oh, God. It feels so good.” Flinging myself on the bed, I began to rub my clit furiously; all the while, the men watched with vague expressions. “Fuck me, stepdaddy, please.” I held out my arms. “I won’t tell mommy. I need it so bad.”
The length of my finger slid into my hole. It was so small. I ripped my underpants off and hissed with frustration. I crawled around the bed like a rabid animal, pawing at the sheets, which came loose at the edges.
“What? No one will fuck me? Is my pussy not good enough for you? Am I not virginal enough? Is that the problem?” That awful wildness had me again, clenching my sex with desire and robbing me of my sanity. Grabbing a bedside candle, I rubbed it against my clit. “This is small, but it’s all I got.” I wanted to cry in frustration.
“Maybe we should tie her up again,” said Mark. “She’s had a chance to...rub her wrists.”
I laid back and spread my legs wide, exposing my pussy. “Watch me fuck myself.” I thrust the end of the candle in deep. “Oohh...that’s it. It feels so good.”
“I say we tie her up. I don’t wanna watch this, father, with all due respect.”
He cleared his throat. “I understand. She seems inclined to...pleasure herself rather than harm us. We needn’t watch. I shall turn away. I suggest you do the same.”
I moaned as the candle filled me. “I love it! I want your cocks! Won’t you give ‘em to me? Do I have to beg?”
“I’m tying her up again. I can’t do this.” Mark approached with the rope. “Now, be a good girl and hold still while I—”
I jumped him and wrapped my legs around his torso like a demonic crab. “Fuck me, daddy! Do it! I want that great big cock in me!”
He struggled to hold my arms and detach my extremities, which had transformed into strong claws.
“Jesus Christ! I need help!”
Father Ryan drew near, but he seemed uncertain. His eyes roamed my chest, observing my thrusting breasts. “Oh, dear.”
“Ya like what ya see, father? You wanna fuck me, don’t you?” I tried to grab him, but Mark held me. I squirmed and thrashed. “Do me, stepdaddy. I want it so bad.” He smacked me, which was a shock. I stilled suddenly and stared at him. “That was a bad daddy.”
“Hold still so I can tie you up, Alice.”
I smiled with a wicked glint in my eye. “Yes, stepdaddy dearest.”
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Chapter Two –––––––– “I’ve had about enough of this shit for one afternoon,” Mark grumbled.
I slid my arms around his neck and kissed him. He sucked in a shocked breath that let me invade his mouth. My breasts pressed against him, and my pussy throbbed. I don’t know what was more surprising, my tongue in my stepfather’s mouth, or the fact that he actually kissed me back.
He pushed me. “Stop that!”
“Please fuck me, Mark. I know you want to. I need you so bad. Don’t be greedy. Share that dick with me.”
His eyes glistened with fear, confusion, and something else. “Sit back, and lemme tie you up.”
He grabbed my hand and tried to attach it to the headboard, but I squirmed, rubbing myself against him. “No, Mark! I’ll behave. I swear! Please don’t tie me up again. Please!”
“My child,” interjected the priest. “We’re here for your ow
n good. You have an infestation within you that must be—”
I lunged at him, clutching the bottom of his black robe, and rending the material. “Fuck me, Father Ryan! I don’t have a demon! I just need some cock!”
He tripped and fell onto his back. Pulling myself free from Mark’s grasp, I pounced with surprising agility, landing on top of him. My escape only lasted a second because Mark grabbed me and held me fast.
“Stop it! Stop it!” he shouted.
I struggled against him. His arms were across my midsection, and my breasts rested upon them, my nipples surprisingly tender. I moaned, feeling a rush of sensation. I managed to grab one of his hands and thrust it between my thighs.
“Feel how I want you. I’m...so hot.”
Father Ryan got to his feet. He was white with shock, and his hair was disheveled. “Enough of this. She must be tied now.”
The hand between my thighs felt so good. Mark had to feel how wet I was. I thrust my pelvis forward, rubbing myself against his palm.
“I’ll get one hand, you the other.”
“No!” I twisted and thrashed like a lunatic. Within moments, I was pinned to the headboard immobile. “That’s not nice.” An intense buzzing sent me into a long, drawn out moan. It felt like my body had been taken over by something foreign, something innately hedonistic. I began to convulse and shiver, thrashing against the bed.
“There it is,” said Father Ryan. “There’s the demon. It has her in its grips.”
Mark stared and said nothing. My naked body was in full view, and they could do nothing to hide it.
The priest held up a cross. “In the name of the Father, and the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen. Most glorious Prince of the Heavenly Armies, Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in “our battle” against principalities and powers, against—”
“Fuck your stupid prayers!” I screamed. They mean nothing to me.” I moaned in agony. Why couldn’t these stupid men just give me what I needed and fuck me? Was it asking so much? I burned inside from the fire that had taken over. To add to my misery, the room had begun to spin, making me nauseous. I closed my eyes and panted, my chest rising and falling with each breath.
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