Finally, it must have been morning because my daddy came downstairs in his bathrobe, with a cup of coffee and a donut.
“Sleep well?” he asked with a grin. I can only imagine what I must have looked like at that point, what with my eyes red and chafed from sobbing and trying to scream whenever I came.
He stripped the tape off my mouth and I let out a choke, guttural yell. That hurt. My lips screamed and burned and I barely had the strength to hold my head up to look at my daddy.
“Yes, daddy…” I whimpered.
“That’s good,” my daddy said softly and gave me a kiss. I could taste the coffee on his lips. He undid my wrists and forced me down to my knees. He spread his bathrobe, revealing his cock.
I took it in both hands, eyes wide. So, I had really taken this huge cock in my ass the night before? I couldn’t even believe it. It had to be at least eight inches long… How had I ever fit that in my ass?
Well, now was not the time to ask questions or the time for reflections, I supposed. I began to lick his cock, starting at the powerful base and working my way up, slicking his skin with my hot tongue. I was hungry for his cock. I wanted it bad. I wanted it in my mouth, invading my hot, innocent little girl mouth, fucking my throat. When I got to the tip of his dick, I began to suckle and lick it, teasing the tip before engulfing his engorged, hard flesh with my mouth.
“Mmm, that’s a very good girl. You’re definitely learning how to be a good little angel.”
I nodded eagerly, happy that my daddy was approving of my work. I began to bob my head on his cock, sucking with great zest and enthusiasm as I hungrily impaled my throat on his shaft. I wanted more, more, more of it. It was so hard, so tasty and I wanted him to fuck my mouth, just like he had fucked his last little angel. Just like he had fucked my mother’s mouth, I was sure.
I bobbed my head faster and faster, even using my teeth to scrape against his sensitive skin, eliciting hot moans from his lips. I was glad I was getting that kind of response from him… I wanted more, though, so I began to stroke his balls and tease them as I suckled him, as I bobbed my head, bouncing my throat practically on and off his cock.
Finally, I felt him start to twitch, getting close to orgasm. This was it, I realized. It was just like when I was younger and had sucked off my first boyfriend in his father’s car… I had imagined that his tiny, pathetic cock was my father’s. How was I to know what a real man’s cock looked like? This was so much larger, so much bigger… I had been able to more or less swallow the cum that boy had deposited in my willing throat but now, I struggled to swallow all my daddy’s cum as he blew up in my mouth, flooding my throating, stream after stream of his hot, salty daddycum hitting the back of my throat and sticking to the sides of my mouth.
Somehow, though, I managed to swallow it all. I managed to take all of my daddy’s cum and boy, was I proud. I was smiling as I pulled off his cock—never mind that my nipples were still screaming in agony from the clamps or that my pussy had all but gone numb from being orgasmed over and over again.
“That’s a good girl,” my daddy cooed softly, stroking my hair. I nuzzled him and his cock as he led me over, on the floor, to the cage. He pushed me inside and I looked down. There was a dish for food, a dish for water and… That was it. I looked up at my daddy with wide eyes.
“You’ll stay here while I’m at work,” he ordered. And in the mean time…
He grabbed me by the hair and forced me to back up. Suddenly, I felt something poking into my ass, in between my cheeks. I glanced back and realized it was the machine I had examined the day before, the robotic fucking machine that functioned more or less like a jackhammer.
My daddy latched a collar onto my neck and attached it to the top of the cage, so I couldn’t move away from the machine as he forced it forward, through the bars of the cage and into my ass. I let out a loud moan, groaning as my ass was violated by a huge, much too big intrusion for the second time in as many days.
“That’s a good girl,” my daddy cooed as he switched the machine one. I screamed. My ass was still sore, still aching from the hard fucking before and now, it burst into flames all over again. I hung my head and screamed pathetically, crying and writhing as that huge mechanical beast raped my ass.
“We’ll have to keep you form bothering the neighbors, though…” my dad muttered. He applied more duct tape to my mouth and I almost gagged when he put it on, my cheeks still burning from the duct tape he had just ripped off.
“I’ll see you this afternoon, angel!” my daddy announced as he went back upstairs and turned the light off.
Constant Pleasure
The machine fucked my ass all day. It hurt at first and then, as I grew used to the sensations, I began to ride the waves of anal pleasure. It drove me to orgasm over and over again… not nearly as fast as the dildo had, but these were deeper orgasms because they came more from the knowledge of how much I was being degraded, how filthy my daddy had made me. Each time I came, I found myself writing around the huge fake cock in my ass, stretching my tight hole further and making me whine like a little girl, even as I came hard.
Then, as the hours went by, my ass too became numb. It was just a slow cacophony of the machine’s noises, combined with the sound of my ass stretching and slapping around the cock, and my own low, dull whining.
The time went by faster this time, however. Before I knew it, the door to the basement opened again, casting light on me for the first time in hours. The muscles in my neck were so sore, I could barely lift my head to look at my daddy as he descended the stairs, pulling off his tie and sloughing off his suit jacket.
“There’s my good little angel,” my daddy cooed.
He switched off the machine and I groaned as it stopped. It felt like it was still running inside my ass. He opened up the cage and pulled me out.
Before I knew what was happened, he had bent me over the table and slid his cock into me from behind.
“How was my little angel’s day? Did you have fun at school?”
School. I had totally forgotten I had school today. I shook my head. The tape was still on my mouth, so I was still silent.
“Of course, you did. You’re a good girl, so you went to school, didn’t you?” he whispered as his cock invaded my tightness. Pathetically, I found myself shaking my head.
“What’s that? No? You didn’t go to school?”
Again, I kept shaking my head. My daddy slapped my ass hard. You’d think I would be used to the abuse after everything I had been through in the last day but this came as a startling surprise. My ass jiggled under my daddy’s hand as he began to ride me hard. I could barely feel his cock as he plunged it into me, his fingers lazily playing with my stretched, gaping asshole , the fucking broken up intermittently by spanks.
“You dumb little slut… Who said you didn’t have to go to school today?”
I looked back at him pathetically, my eyes shining. I wondered if they had called my daddy. What had he said? That Isabelle was out sick today? That was probably it. It wasn’t exactly true but I was certainly in no condition to go to school…
My daddy slapped my ass again and again, until my poor butt was burning and screaming and aching, even as I arched my back to receive his cock deeper and deeper each time he plunged it into me.
“You dumb little whore! You little brat!” my daddy roared once again. “Well, I suppose I’ll just have to resign myself to having a stupid little angel… Even if she is a good little angel…”
“Oh, god, daddy, harder!” I moaned, shaking beneath him as he slapped me. God, but I loved the way he disciplined my ass. I loved the way he spanked me, the way he made me feel oh-so-nasty and naughty. I wanted more and more of it. I wanted him to destroy my ass, to leave welts on it that would make it hard for me to sit for weeks… I wanted him to treat me exactly like his little brat.
As he fucked me, he dug his fingers into my ass. I grunted, my asshole stretching to accommodate one, two, three, four… Then five fingers. T
hen this entire hand. My daddy was fisting my stretched, abused ass as he fucked me!
I screamed and groaned, cumming once again, for perhaps the hundredth time that day. My pussy convulsed and spasmed around my daddy, as did my ass. That must have been enough to push him over the edge because I felt him cumming shortly after that, his seed pouring into my tight, abused pussy. I loved the feeling of it flooding over my desperate, hot flesh…
“That’s my good angel,” my daddy declared finally, pulling out of both my holes. He led me back to my cage and filled up the food and water dish.
“I’ll see you later this evening, baby angel…” he whispered. “Why don’t you try and get some rest?”
Steps Staying Home
“The fact is, I’ve never been with a guy at all!” I finally blurted out. “I don’t want to give it up to just any guy. I want it to be special.”
Eighteen-year-old high school socialite Tori is pissed—none of her friends want to hang out on a Friday night! They’re all having sex with their boyfriends! When she complains to her step, he thinks he has the perfect, naughty solution for her…
If you like first time stories, you’ll love this sexy tale of a girl losing her innocence to the man of the house!
“Yeah, sorry, Tori,” my best friend Rachel murmured apologetically. I had finally gotten in touch with her after two hours of trying to reach her or any of my other friends. “I’m going out with Tony tonight!”
I scowled.
“Ugh, you suck! No one is around tonight!” I groaned.
“Maybe you should just spend the night in?” Rachel suggested. Then, she giggled. “No, Tony, stop! I’m on the phone! Oh! Not there… Bad boy!”
I heard a loud slap of flesh that told me two things: Rachel and Tony were naked and one of them had just spanked the other. Rachel’s squeal told me exactly who had been spanked.
“Listen, Tori, I gotta’ go… Uh, my mom needs help with the groceries. I’ll talk to you on Monday!”
She didn’t even wait for me to say goodbye. I heard her giggling as she hung up, the sound of bodies hitting a bed filling the phone as the connection clicked dead.
Let me introduce myself. My name is Tori. I’m eighteen years old and it was a Friday night. I was looking at the prospect of being stuck at home, with my boring old parents and nothing, absolutely nothing to do.
It wasn’t always like this. You see, I’m a pretty cute girl, if I do say so myself. I’ve got long, chestnut brown hair and green eyes that flash when I’m angry and get warm and fuzzy when I’m happy. I’ve got a tight, petite body—the result of volley ball—complete with the toned abs and perky butt of a Romanian gymnast. The only thing I wish I had more of was… Well, boobs. My best friend Rachel, she has tons of that—she’s a lot curvier than I am and even though she stresses about it, I can’t see why she would have a problem with it when the boys are all trying to look down her shirt.
But I get my fair share of interest from the sweaty, awkward boys at school. In fact, you could even say I had my pick of them, until recently. You see, I found myself in a pretty sticky situation: Joshua Boyle, the starting quarter back of the varsity football team invited me over to his house after school one day. Of course, I said yes—I’d have given anything to have that handsome, curly blonde head between my legs or his muscular young body writhing on top of mine.
So, you can imagine my surprise when I arrive at his house and found half the football team relaxing in Josh’s living room. His parents wouldn’t be home until late, Josh informed me, and in the mean time, would I be up for a gangbang? Apparently, this was a little tradition the football team has: pick a girl they can all agree on and then fuck her together, with the most senior players going first and the younger players getting sloppy thirds, fourths, and fifths…
Now, I definitely considered it. But I’m not slut and while Josh looked like an Adonis carved out of flawless marble, the thought of having half a dozen chubby linebackers huff and pant while they reamed me was not appetizing. So, after a moment’s hesitation, I turned on my heels and marched right out of the living room.
The predictable rumors and gossip followed. The boys on the football team claimed, alternatively, that I was frigid or a slut, and sometimes both. Their girlfriends were determined to believe that I was some sort of skank who had some how lured their boyfriends to my lair, planning on seducing them and probably getting them infected with all sorts of nasty STDs. Needless to say, that wasn’t my plan but the damage was done.
Ultimately, I guess I didn’t care all that much. After all, it was my senior year and everyone would be going off to college pretty soon, the petty gossip of high school soon to be forgotten. Nonetheless, it kind of sucked to suddenly find myself a social pariah. Only Rachel, my best and truest friend, with her full Jewish boobs, stood by me… But even she had higher priorities on Friday nights.
After getting off the phone with my friend, I decided to make the best of the afternoon and changed into clothes to go jogging. As I returned from my run an hour later, sweaty and exhausted, I saw my father strolling up the walk into our house.
“Hi, daddy!” I called to him, still panting slightly. My daddy was dressed in what most people would call business casual but what was for him his usual work outfit—a checkered button-down shirt, nice close-fitting jeans, a mauve sweater vest, and dress shoes. He’s an elementary school teacher. He was actually my kindergarten teacher years ago—that’s how we met and that’s how my mom met him, right after my biological father skipped out on us. Shortly after I graduated from kindergarten, he and my mom married, so I guess that makes him my step dad. I don’t remember much of my other daddy, so he’s really the only father I’ve ever known.
“Heya, sweetie,” my daddy called back, waving as I jogged up the walkway. “Did you have a good run?”
“Sure did!”
“What do you have going on tonight?”
I came to a stop next to him at the door to our house. My daddy sure is a handsome man—young, not even forty, but mature and manly in a way that all my friends find sexy. I couldn’t bring myself to meet his soft, blue eyes and I stared down at his Hugo Boss shoes.
“Nothing really. Everyone’s busy. I think I’ll just stay in tonight.”
“Oh, really? That’s not like you, little miss social butterfly… I can’t remember a Friday night when you stayed home…”
I just shrugged. I still couldn’t look him in the eye. My daddy knew me too well. I’m sure he could tell something was wrong.
“Well, you know how high school is…” I mumbled. He reached out and took me by the chin, tilting my head up to face him and, our eyes locking.
“Is everything all right?”
“I… I think I might have lost a lot of friends, daddy,” I confessed, finally. My father wrinkled his brow.
“How could you have lost friends?”
I told my daddy what all had happened. His eyes widened as I told him about finding the entire fucking football team in Josh’s house and about Josh’s suggestion. He scratched his chin finally, sighing.
“I think I understand, sweetheart…”
“The fact is, I’ve never been with a guy at all!” I finally blurted out. “I don’t want to give it up to just any guy. I want it to be special.”
Tears were coming to my eyes. My daddy wiped them away with his thumb, smiling at me.
“I think I understand, sweetie. I think I understand.”
~
After knocking back a big glass of water, I staggered upstairs to take a shower, my tired legs aching as I hoisted my body higher and higher. I guess the run had taken more out of me than I had thought originally. I stripped down in the bathroom and ran a nice, hot shower. In the meanwhile, I admired my nude body: my lightly tanned skin, my just-barely-visible abs, my freshly shaven pussy, and my tiny pink nipples. Of course, I wanted to save all this for the right guy but anyone boy who wasn’t calling me tonight, begging to go out with me, was a fool.
I climbed into the shower and sighed as the water washed over me, the heat relaxing my muscles and burning away the tension left over from my run and the anxiety of the past few days. Fog engulfed the room and I let myself be immersed in the hot, cleansing steam.
Suddenly, I heard the door to the bathroom open.
“Daddy?” I asked, covering my young, heat-flushed body. It was pretty unusual for him to come into the bathroom but sometimes, if he needed contact solution or a q-tip, he would tip-toe in while I was in the shower.
“Just me, sweetie,” he announced. I relaxed immediately and let my hands fall away from my chest and crotch. Without any warning, the shower curtain slid to the side, revealing my naked father.
I have to admit, I was struck silent not just by surprise but by wonder as his body. He works out all the time, lifting, running, and even coaching boys’ wrestling. He was lean and tall, with a hairy, manly chest, broad and tipped with dark brown nipples. My eyes traced the outline of his torso down to his powerful, defined leg muscles and, of course, the long, powerful tool that stood erect between his legs, protruding from a nest of dark black hair.
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