by Adrian Amos
“You're my daddy! And I'm you're daughter!”
“And daddy raised a good girl, right? One who listens?”
I nod rapidly but his hand strikes my burning flesh, sending a twinge of pain through me.
“Nods don't signal respect. I need to hear it,” he commands.
“Yes, I'm a good girl.”
“Daddy didn't raise no slut?” he says simply.
“No, no, daddy didn't raise no slut!” I spit out, readily complying to his questions. My ass is sore, my body shaky and unwilling to resist.
“Good,” he says, “I don't want you so desperate for attention that you're going to act out anymore. I need to set you straight so that you don't go seeking the company of boys. Isn't that what you want?”
I nod, but when I see the peripheral lift of his hand, I spurt, “Yes, yes, daddy! That's what I want!”
His hand allayed, he instead issues a command, “Take off your shorts.”
I do immediately, almost without thinking, scared that his hand might resume its assault. With my butt still off the wall and my chest holding me up, I reach down and remove my belt, unbuttoning and unzipping, swaying my hips back and forth to allow the torn jeans to fall to the floor.
“You thought of everything,” he says, his finger lifting the strand of my g-string, pulling it downward as he lifts it from my crack. When he gets far enough down, the fabric lifts from my pussy, and for the first time, I feel how wet I've gotten since daddy laid his hands on me!
I knew it. I knew I was getting aroused, but I didn't want to admit it. Now—now that the evidence is so clear—all the pain I'd been thinking about is replaced by the budding excitement I'd been housing down in my pussy.
“Something like this”—he runs the string between his finger—”this is why I look out for you. This is dangerous stuff right here.” He leans in close, his mouth next to my ear as he whispers, “That's why daddy's gotta fuck you, babygirl. Put all this sex stuff out of your mind so you don't need to think about being slutty anymore.”
Daddy lets go of the string and it snaps back into my crack, causing me to moan and giggle. All the fear and worry I'd been feeling is nothing compared to my sudden desire to be fucked. My pussy wet, my stomach tight and nervous, the insertion of his cock inside my virgin pussy will release every drop of explosive libido. I want it gone from me, and I want daddy to take it.
“Yes, daddy,” I say, “Teach me a lesson.”
He drops his pants, his cock already thick and tumid, his bulging rod an aphrodisiac all in itself. Hard and wide, the sight of his cock makes me take mental measurements, wondering if something like it would even fit in my tight hole. But seeing it only makes me eager for it all the more.
“Put your dick in me, daddy,” my dirty mind spouts.
As he pulls the string to the side and out of my crack and his cock touches my slick opening, he pauses, “I don't know. That sounds like something a slut would say.”
“Daddy!” I whine. “That's not fair. If you don't take care of me, I'm going to have to go on being a slut all the time.” I'd never do that, but I'll admit to anything, I don't even care!
“Is that right?”
“Yes, yes,” I reply, so horny and frustrated that I'm willing to beg and cry if I need to. “If daddy takes care of me, then I'll be his slut. Only his! I promise.”
He laughs, “I expect good girls to always keep their promises.”
His cock enters me from behind, spreading my moist pussy so wide that a gasp and a moan simultaneously escape my lips. A sustained moan holds me as his dick makes its way into me, opening me all the way until the hilt, his hips pressing hard into my ass as he makes sure I feel everything he feeds me.
“Oh shit, daddy,” I groan, my fingers digging into the wall as my pussy grips his meat, adjusting around the thickness I've never felt before.
My groan continues as daddy holds himself inside me, his hands meticulously closing around my waist, his fingers boring into my slim stomach as he enjoys how deep he is inside me.
“You are tight, baby. You are choking my dick in there. Maybe I was wrong, maybe you aren't a slut.”
“That's what I was saying, daddy!”
“Well, it's too late now. There's no harm in learning a lesson early.”
He pulls out as he says that, his long cock a torturous withdrawal, my pussy begging to be filled again. He reads my mind and shoves it back in, satisfying my lust with a quick thrust, fucking my tight hole into acceptance of his will.
In and out, his cock pushes my tits up the wall, mashing them as he rhythmically pounds his hips into mine. The bounce of my ass is fantastic, a reminder of daddy's power over me as he controls the tempo and the force.
I reach back, pinning my chest and face flush against the wall, grabbing my ass and spreading it open. It widens my cunt, exposing me to daddy's thrusts, and as he sees it happening, he takes it as his moment to enjoy the view.
“That pussy looks so fucking juicy, babygirl.” He slows his strokes down, watching intently at every motion his cock creates, pushing it in and taking it out, watching my pink lips dragging along his cock, hugging him so he doesn't leave.
“Oh, I could do this all day, little girl.”
“No, daddy,” I moan, “Fuck me good. Punish your little slut.”
“You're not going to be a slut anymore, so you won't be needing this.” He wraps the band of my panties in his hand, giving it an easy pull, ripping it apart in a display of manly strength. The broken fabric falls down my legs.
Daddy spins me around to face him. He stretches my nipples, pulling them out hard enough that I follow along and pop off the wall, where he snatches a kiss from me.
“I expect you to come for daddy, babygirl. You think you can do that?”
“Of course, daddy. I'm dripping wet.”
“Is that so?”
I nod sheepishly, and he places the flat of his hand under my cunt. The slightest touch gathers a pool of liquid, and I shudder from his blatant abuse of my dignity.
“You want daddy's dick inside that sweet cunt?”
I nod.
“Let's hear it.”
“Please, fuck me, daddy.”
“Where?”
Having a feeling that I know what he's looking for, I respond, “In my sweet cunt, daddy.” It's like all that shit I said to him earlier is coming back, provoking him to humiliate me.
“Good girl.” Daddy pulls off his shirt. I move up to him, the urge to press my soft tits against his hairy, taut, rippling chest. As I grab his cock and stroke his thickness, I tilt my head up to give him a kiss. But daddy dodges it, instead yanking my shirt down my arms, baring me completely.
I wait for his command. Our nudity together should put us even, but I feel far more vulnerable; my small, thin body submitting to daddy's physique. I couldn't deny him in this position, which makes his naked body powerful and mine submissive.
That vulnerability is amplified as daddy jams me against the wall, grabbing under my right knee and lifting it up to the side. My knee up above my belly button, I teeter on my other foot, the wall keeping me balanced.
My slit spread wide, daddy's insertion is smooth and fast, blasting in like my pussy is designed for him. It might just be, but the moan out of my mouth is one of shock and explosive pleasure, reigniting all the arousal and pain and humiliation daddy's put in me. My mouth remains open, eliciting multiple grunts as daddy rams his cock up and inside, fucking me furiously.
He wants me to come.
“Oh fuck.”
He wants all this pleasure inside me to release.
“Give it to me.”
He wants his little girl's cunt to explode.
“I want you to come in my pussy.”
He leans into me, his chest pressing against my tits, pinning me hard as he kisses me deep and passionately. His tongue tastes me as his close proximity slows his thrusts, forcing them deep into me, carefully letting me experience in his entire shaft.
With all the aggravation of his pounding, it's the slow lovemaking that sends me over. The long, deep, penetrating, cunt-piercing thrusts that rack my pussy, spilling the tidal wave of pleasure that daddy's been creating in his baby girl.
“Yeah, come for daddy,” he says, taking my mouth in his as I burst on his dick.
I rumble, my legs shaking in daddy's grasp, my pussy quivering, my ass ricocheting off the wall as I groan my pleasure into daddy's waiting mouth. He bites my lip, opening my mouth for him to hear all my pleasure out loud.
“Yeeeeessss, yes, yes, yes!” I moan in ecstasy.
As I start to come down, daddy picks up his speed, fucking my sensitive cunt as he prepares to come inside me.
He give me three really hard, angry thrusts as his body spasms. He groans, and his cock deep inside me shoots its load all over my vaginal walls. He coats me in daddy-seed, filling me up and using his own semen as a lube for a few additional thrusts, exhausted but desperate to get the most out of his little girl.
As he pulls out, he keeps my leg held up to the side. I squeeze my pussy, feeling the cum spill out onto my leg, a few drops falling directly to the floor. His hand plunges down, slapping my cunt a couple times, the splash of juice and cum spattering all over my legs, his hand, and the floor. I tremble, twitching at the dark perversion of daddy's probing hand.
He grabs a chair from the kitchen table, trading places with it as he sets my leg up on it.
“Now,” he says, pointing a finger at me, “Sluts need to be punished with the consequences of being a slut.”
“B-but, daddy?!” I panic.
“You're going to sit here, not moving”—he emphasizes threateningly—“until every last drop of daddy comes out of that cunt. All of it. You call me when you think you're empty.” He runs his hand down the inside of my thigh, collecting a drop of semen. He runs his finger over my lips, leaving me a tasty reminder of him. “And then I'll come feel inside you to make sure it's all gone.”
He leaves the room, and I'm stuck standing against the wall, extremely tired from my dynamic orgasm, but too fearful of retribution if I move at all.
Instead, I stay as calm as I can, counting away the seconds as cum continues to drip out of my soaking pussy. It's only a matter of time before daddy comes back and sticks his fingers back inside me.
I might just have to beg him to keep them there. Slut's only a word, anyway.
- - -
Daddy Finds Me Tied Up
I pull against the straps, enjoying the snugness on my wrists. We've never done this before, but I already feel this amazing tug in my stomach. I'm incredibly excited, the bad girl in me wants to come out and get a little nasty.
I look at my boyfriend, James, as he fastens my leg to the corner post of my bed. The look in his eye is one of burning desire. I can see his mouth mulling around, as if he's thinking about eating me up.
The whole reason we decided to do this is because I have a bad habit of wanting to stop James when he does all sorts of things to me. I don't know if it's anxiety or what, but I'm always guiding his head with my hands, or closing my legs on him, or pulling away when the sensations get too powerful. It's a big reason why I've never come before.
“Are you excited, sexy?” he asks, pulling the straps tight.
I nod. “Oh yeah. I want you so bad right now.” I do feel anxious, but it's actually being quelled by my desire. It feels like this just might work.
I'm completely spread apart, each limb tied to a corner post of the bed, trapping me to my mattress. I have only my pink panties and bra on—I even threw on my long pink heels for the kink factor—but I feel entirely naked. I can imagine his fingers touching me, and when I pull against the bindings, I don't budge a single inch. The thought that I couldn't offer even an ounce of resistance is intoxicating.
I just want his hands all over me. I just want my bra undone, my tits free for playing with, my panties removed, my soaking cunt clear as day.
But as he begins to unbutton his shirt, he stops, his head cocking to the side. His smile disappears, and he's lost as his eyes search around.
“What is it, babe?” I ask, trying to see where his eyes are focused on the wall.
I don't see anything.
He raises his hand, waving at me. “Shh, shh, shh,” he harshly whispers.
I shake my head, trying to shrug my shoulders as if they weren't bound to the bed. “What?”
“Don't you hear that?” he asks, panic ushering his words.
He hurries over to the bedroom door, cracking it open so he can peek through.
Suddenly, he leaps back, startled.
“What? What is it?”
He turns and rushes to the window.
“Where are you going?”
“It's your stepdad! He's back home!”
“So, what—wait!”
He pulls the window open, searching the ground for a clear landing spot. “Babe, I'm not sticking around. If he finds me, he'll kill me. You know your dad.”
“Well—goddamn it!—at least fucking untie me!” I shout in a hushed tone. I yank against the straps, which give way nothing at all.
For a second, James stops, considers his actions, and starts to pull his leg back in through the window. Thank God! He's coming back to release me. Damn, after this, I don't know if I can trust the son of a bitch. I can't believe he was going to just leave me here.
But then my stepdad calls out for me from across the house. “Jesse? Can you come help me?”
James freezes, his eyes wide and dilated like a frightened animal. He stares at the door, looks at me, back to the door, and then makes a run for it. “Sorry, babe,” he says, climbing out the window.
“Sorry! Sorry! You fucker!” I scream, pulling at my straps futilely. “You're so dead when I see you again!”
Glancing to the door, I realize that he left it open after checking through it. My tone changes to one of begging. “Please, James, come back. Come help me, please!”
I have no idea if he heard me, but all I'm met with is a breeze coming through the window.
He's gone.
I yank at the straps, trying my damnedest to loosen something, to break something, to give me just an extra inch of motion. But, unfortunately for once, we didn't buy the cheap stuff, and I'm unable to change anything about my situation.
Suddenly, I hear the door open as I'm fiddling with the strap strangling my right wrist.
“Hey, I was calling you, didn't you—“
When I turn to the left, I see the tall, rugged construction worker that is my stepdad blankly staring at me, fixated on that near-nudity I was so excited about before but feel incredibly self-conscious of now.
“Heeeeeyyy, daddy. What are you up to?” I ask, trying to play the sweet and innocent girl. The sweet and innocent girl who's tied up because her boyfriend wanted to fuck her especially rough.
“What the hell are you doing, Jesse?”
“Oh this?” I say, twisting my wrists in mock fashion, playing it cool. “Nothing.”
His anger is flaring. “Where's that goddamn boy?!”
“He ran off like a coward,” I spit out.
After a moment, daddy shakes his head in disappointment. “Jesus Christ, Jesse. This is the type of stuff you do while I'm out of the house?”
I twist my lips, annoyed that he's going to lecture me now. “Please, daddy, I'm not really in the mood.”
“You're not in the mood?! How 'bout me? You think this is what I want to come home to on one of my few days off? Seeing my stepdaughter dressed up and tied to the bed like a whore.”
I roll my eyes. “Oh, like you and mom don't get into it like this.”
“What me and your mother do is none of your business. But, honestly, no, we aren't doing crazy shit like this.”
I scoff, “Well, then, I feel sorry for you.” Almost.
“Oh, you think you're better than us? I'm not the one who's boyfriend ran off like a pussy and left her tied to the bed.�
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Yeah, that's why I felt 'almost' sorry for him. I blush, my face turning crimson as I can't sink any further into the mattress. “Will you just help untie me, please?” The 'please' was no where as nice as it needed to be.
“Why should I?” he asks, folding his arms and approaching the side of the bed.
That same nervous fear runs through me that watching my boyfriend ditch me and leap out a window produced. “Ugh,” I sigh, frustrated, “don't do that. Don't be a prude.”
“Prude?” he laughs. “Just because your mother isn't interested in this stuff, doesn't mean I'm not.”
I shake my head. “Oh, now it's not crazy. Stop joking around and untie me.”
He looks me up and down. A shiver runs through me as his eyes examine my body. My panties and bra are nearly see through, but when I try to cover myself up from his lecherous view, it comes to no avail as my hands and legs cannot escape their resistance.
My body is open for the taking and there's nothing I can do about it.
A queasy nervous energy hits my stomach again, reminiscent of when James was tying the straps.
It makes me uncomfortable. He's my stepdad. “Will you stop, you pervert?” I weakly complain. It's only a little uncomfortable, that is.
“I don't know,” he says.
“You don't... know?” I ask, dumbfounded.
“Like I said, I'm kind of into it. It's not like your mother ever lets me have any fun.” His left hand falls to my thigh, his fingertips brushing up against me as he lazily carries them up my leg.
I shudder, the sudden soft touch sending a spark through my skin. It feels so fucking good! I must still be supercharged from earlier, and daddy's hand is ramping me up all over again.
“Daddy. What are you doing?” I plead, scared of my own reaction. I try to close my legs like a reflex, like all girls do when they start to get aroused. It's almost like a protective mechanism.
But mechanisms don't work when there are ropes involved.
“I think that if my little girl wants to play around with some kinks, get a little extreme with things, then I should be a part of that. We could both use some experimentation.”
“Daddy, that's not—ooooohhhh.”
