by Adrian Amos
“Daddy, I want what your dick wants.” I reach down and grab his cock, caressing it in my hand. “And don't you worry. I'll always know when you have a fresh load you need to put inside your baby.”
“Is that right, now?”
“Yes, daddy. What else would a slave daughter be good for? I only serve to fuck my daddy.”
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Daddy Defends My Honor
“Well, if it ain't the skank.”
You can't understand just how hard I roll my eyes when I hear that voice.
I turn to see Jezzy storming towards me from the school entrance. It's just like her: I'm here waiting for my stepdad by the street, minding my own business, when she's gotta tear me from my reverie. It's the same ol' song and dance. She did it in high school, and it's like she followed me to college to do the same thing all over again.
To say I can't stand her bullying wouldn't do it justice.
“What do you want?” I say under my breath.
“Don't be givin' me that shit. I heard you been talking to Josh.”
I notice Josh doggedly following behind her, avoiding my eyes when I look at him.
“Yeah, I just asked him some questions.”
“That's not what I heard. I heard you was flirtin' with him.”
The shock on my face must be evident as the southern bitch just smiles, glad to see the fear and confusion in me. All I can think about is how long the drive is for my stepdad to come pick me up, and how close he has to be to the school. I just want a way out more than anything right now.
I really didn't flirt with Josh. Or at least, I didn't mean to. I like Josh, he's a cute guy, and he's funny to boot. I might have been extra nice to him when we were talking, but I'm no hussy. I wasn't givin' off any signals as far as I know, especially because he's Jezzy's boyfriend. She's the last person I want to fuck with, and I certainly didn't say anything untoward to him.
“I heard you were asking him if he wanted a handy under the bleachers.”
“What?!” My face burns crimson as a few onlookers watch this girl spout nonsense. “I said no such thing. I'd never say that.”
“Bitch, please. We both know you're a jealous, ratchet skank. You've always had a fuckin' problem with me.”
Oh, I definitely have, but I'm not the kind of girl to act on my hatred of her. I always just brush her off, hoping she gets the hint and leaves me the fuck alone. But she never learns, only causin' a ruckus whenever she can, looking for that hooker's attention she craves so much.
But I've never said anything to her about any of those feelings. I just ignore her.
I look to Josh, who's crossing his arms and merely staring at me. “Josh, come on. You know I didn't say any of that.”
But Josh only smirks, and I feel my heart drop through my chest. That son of a bitch! He knows none of that happened, but he's lettin' his girlfriend believe whatever she wants. Shit, he's probably the one that told her all this hogwash.
But why the hell would he do that?!
“I didn't say you could talk to him, you skank!” Jezzy's shrill voice is followed by a violent push, sending me stumbling backwards. I bounce off the brick wall of the school, rocked as I'm caught off guard by her aggression. It doesn't hurt, but I semi-get the breath knocked out of me, and it takes a moment to collect myself.
But Jezzy takes that moment to verbally assault me. “Brie, I'm gonna fuck you up like you never experienced. A stupid virgin like you's gotta steal my man because you can't get any yourself.”
And then verbal assault becomes physical as she spins and lands an open palm across my face. It sends me to the side, causing me to have to adjust my stance so that I don't fall on my face. I touch my cheek, the sting of her slap burning my skin.
I don't know what to do. Up against the wall, Jezzy seems way more intimidating than before. It doesn't help with the crowd that's gathering around outside the school, or the fact that Josh is looming right behind her. No longer avoiding my eyes, he seems to relish the fact that I'm getting roughed up by his girlfriend.
“Stop looking at my boyfriend, you slut!”
Her next attack is a grab for my tank top, which, foolishly, I try to dodge by skirting backwards. Of course, I tighten up against the wall instead, allowing her to catch a handful of my shirt. She gives it a rough tug, and surprisingly, yanks me from the wall, tearing my shirt straight down the middle. I fall to my knees and the tank top splits, the strap hanging loosely over my arm as my black bra comes out of hiding.
I cover my bra with my hands, still too out of it from getting randomly attacked to realize that defending myself should come before maintaining my modesty.
I don't know if I should fight back, or if I should run away.
I've never been in a fight before.
But I don't want to get my ass kicked. I don't want my hair to be pulled or my clothes to be torn from me.
But what the hell can I do?
“Hey!” A deep voice comes rushing in, saving me from my own indecisiveness.
When I look up, it's my stepdad, and the very first thing I see him do is grab Josh by the shirt and put a fist into his eye.
Josh stumbles hard, falling onto his ass and rolling over. I always thought Josh was cute, but I never saw him as a big guy, more skinny and pretty than dominant.
I guess I just saw what happens when skinny and pretty meets burly and rough.
My stepdad stares bullets at Jezzy, who shrinks immediately upon seeing the hulking figure. He points a finger at her, which comes across as the most threatening gesture I've ever seen. “You better get your ass outta here and back to yo' momma, or else I'll put a foot up your ass as well.”
“You wouldn't.” She defies him, but in the weakest, diluted sense of the word.
“You watch me. I don't care. I'll slap some sense into you.” She hesitates, but when she hauls ass across the parking lot, daddy picks Josh up by the arm and calls after her, “And take this piece'a shit with you.” He tosses him like the garbage, forcing Josh to somehow balance himself after most definitely suffering a concussion. He can barely walk straight, but he's got enough in him to make his way out of daddy's purview.
Daddy reaches down for me. “Come on, kiddo.”
I keep my head down and my shirt up, protecting what dignity I have left as I rush into daddy's pick up truck.
He takes off, leaving behind the place I don't think I ever want to see again. Frustrated and embarrassed as all hell, I duck out of view until we're clear of the school.
He hands me his leather jacket to cover myself up with, and after a minute of driving, he asks, “You okay?” He's gotta, otherwise the half an hour trip back to his ranch is going to be the most awkward drive ever.
I nod. “Yeah.”
“What the hell was that all about?”
“Jezzy attacked me because she thought I was flirting with Josh.”
“Were you?”
I shake my head, “No, daddy, I swear! I just talked to him for a little bit, asking him about an upcoming project.”
“Why does she think you did?”
“'Cause she's a bitch.”
Daddy looks at me, that look of disappointment he gets when I curse rearing it's head even at a time like this. I'm a grown woman, but daddy's an ol' fashion man who doesn't think it's proper for a girl to be runnin' a foul mouth.
“Sorry.” I know I have to apologize before he tells me to; otherwise, it's far more trouble than it's worth. “I think Josh told her that.”
“Why would that little punk say something like that?”
I shrug, but the thought of Josh getting decked repeats in my mind, and I feel suddenly upset by it. “You didn't have to go and punch him, daddy.”
Daddy looks at me out of the corner of his eye. “Babygirl, a boy like him deserves a good knockout punch.”
“Still, daddy. I might not have been flirtin' with him, but I still like him.”
“He deserved it,” he repeats. He looks over at me, in
credulous I'd still defend him. “You should not be likin' a boy like him. He's no good. especially if he's gonna sully a woman's reputation. You don't want a man like him in your life. He'll just mistreat you.”
He's right. I know he's right. Josh lied to Jezzy about everything, and then just stood there and smiled, like some sort of psychopath. It's like he got joy out of watching me get tortured by his demented girlfriend.
And for some reason, that cruelty made me feel even weaker when it was happening. I don't know if I could have ever fought Jezzy on equal footing, but I know that seeing the boy I like watch on with glee was demoralizing to the spirit.
Daddy must have saw it too. Josh wasn't doing anything directly to me: he wasn't doing any of the shoving or tearing, but daddy went right up to him and clocked him good anyway. He must have noticed something in Josh that itched him the wrong way. There was something in Josh that daddy couldn't stand, so he made sure Josh felt his fury first.
“Thanks, daddy. I don't know what woulda happened if you didn't get there.”
He smiles, glancing my way as he studies the road. “Babygirl, I'd defend you to the death, you know that. I don't care how many people there woulda been there. I woulda fought 'em all.”
I roll my eyes playfully. “Daddy, you're being dramatic.”
He shakes his head. “No, babygirl. You may not be my own girl, but I love you more than anything in the world. You're special to me, baby.”
I blush hard, shivers running down my arms and spine. Daddy really does love me, doesn't he? You'd always think you'd do something for the people you love, but you never quite know if you're capable of doing it until you're presented with the real life chance to show yourself.
Daddy showed his true colors today. The respect I have for him has skyrocketed. He certainly isn't just words; He's action. I can only hope that I can do the same for him, really get the chance to show him how much I love him.
What can a girl like me do to show him that?
“Daddy, I love you too.”
He smiles, “I'm glad to hear it, babygirl.”
“I want to show you how much you mean to me.”
He scoffs. “You don't have to. You just being you is enough for me.”
I shake my head. That'll never be good enough for me. “No, daddy. You don't get to show your love and not get rewarded for it.”
“Rewarded?”
I nod, my hand reaching over the space between the car seats and landing on his jeans. I slide my hand against his thigh, feeling a slight twitch in his leg as my touch surprises him.
“What are you up to?” It's a question that comes out as a curiosity, but deep down, is fully aware of the answer.
I turn in my seat and get onto my knees, allowing me to lean into daddy and kiss him on the cheek. “Showing you my love, daddy,” I whisper, my hand gripping his bulge as I finish.
He turns to say something, but I use his mouth before he can get a word out, my lips planting on his. I kiss him for only a moment before his head spins back around to the road.
Even though out in the farmlands there isn't much traffic between school and home, Daddy focuses on the road. “I'm driving, kiddo.”
That's fine, because it allows me to focus on him without any interruptions.
I place my hand on daddy's shoulder to steady myself as I kiss daddy's neck. My right hand massages his groin, stoking the fire in daddy. Each closure of my fingers elicits a bulge in daddy's cock, followed by either him biting his lip, a deep grunt, or staring lustfully into my eyes.
“Eyes on the road mister. You wouldn't want to get us killed now, would ya?”
His eyes fix forward as I reach down and unzip his jeans, unbuttoning them as I say, “Let me help you with this, daddy.”
Pulling his boxers over his cock, his thick meat is half-erect, just waiting to be fully engorged.
When I slip my fingers around his shaft, he mutters, “Holy sh—“ He cuts himself off before corrupting his daughter's ears. I smile, intent now on making him say those words he's banned from our household.
I grip his cock hard, his soft spongy tissue molding gently in my hand. When I pull down on his cock, daddy squirms, adjusting himself in his seat, forcing his eyes open so he can see the road clearly. I wonder now how well he can contain himself and drive safely when his little girl starts to give him road head.
I take his cock in my mouth, having to lean over and stretch my back out to reach him from the passenger's seat.
The groan he emits is as tasty as his cock. His semi-soft cock moves inside my mouth as I suck on it, slowly giving way to a rock hard monster. The hardness is a different sensation between my lips, but one far more tantalizing. I run my tongue along the shaft as I go all the way down on him. I can't even make it to the base before I start gagging.
I pull up, catching my breath. His dick is thick and my fingers can't make their way entirely around it. I pull on him hard, studying as his skin draws taut and his rounded head sticks out and looks angry. I loosen a bit and pull down hard again, watching his cock stiffen as I maneuver it in my hand.
“Go on, babygirl. Go on and suck daddy.”
I pull down hard again, but this time I lower myself onto his straining, bulbous head. I slide my tongue along it, rounding it and licking it like a lollipop, occasionally kissing just the tip and giving it a tiny suck with my lips.
It must be super sensitive for daddy because he's stuck holding his breath, gasping each time I take my mouth off his cock. He groans when I continue to torture him, but he grabs the back of my head and pushes me down on his long dick, impaling me.
I wrap my lips around as he pushes his cock all the way to the back, forcing it down past the curve of my throat. I gag hard, salivating all over his cock as I struggle to hold my mouth open to its widest point.
I back off, gasping for air, choking and sputtering spit all over daddy.
“Oh, f—daddy.” I stop myself from swearing, wanting to make daddy be the first one to break the rule. If he does it, then he can't say anything about me doing it!
I steady myself, slowing my breathing down so I can dive back in, ready to take his monster cock just how he likes it.
When my mouth reaches the base of daddy's dick, I do a much better time of sheathing his cock without choking on it. Wholly proud of myself, I'm distracted by daddy's hand sliding over my jacket and down my shorts.
“Daddy, you need to keep your hands on the steering wheel!”
“There ain't nothing you can do to keep my hands off you, kiddo.”
His fingers break through my underwear and slide down my ass crack. When his hand meets my pussy, he's met by the soaking juices of a girl pleasing her daddy. I engulf his cock again, devouring it as his fingers slowly enter my pussy, splitting my lower lips for the first time and probing my pink flesh.
I'm jittery and twitchy, trying my hardest to please my daddy but so caught up with his hand playing with me that all I can do is suck on his cock, incapable of moving up and down along his shaft.
Daddy maneuvers his hand to undo the button to my jean shorts, giving him enough room to yank my shorts down to my thighs. Roughly pulling at my panties, he pushes them off my ass, giving him plenty of room to massage my pussy and clit.
He massages my bud, the sharp stabbing of my clit causing me to seize up and concentrate as hard as I can to not bite down in ecstasy. That'd be the worst way to end my time with daddy!
I pull him out so I can stroke his cock and let out all the moans I've been holding. Daddy lowers into me, taking my mouth in his for a second before jumping back to driving. I jerk his cock hard, wanting to see daddy explode.
But his finger in my cunt makes me anxious, and it doesn't take long before hand and blowjobs aren't enough for me. My body needs daddy inside it!
I lean back and remove my shorts and panties, leaving myself in my torn shirt, bra, and daddy's leather jacket.
“What are you doing?”
I shimmy myself o
ver to him, being careful not to dislodge his hands and send us careening off the road. I get one knee on the side as I throw the other over his lap, straddling daddy.
“I want you, daddy. All of you.”
Reaching underneath me, I guide his cock into my sopping cunt, pushing his thickness up into me. I let it in slowly, careful not to hurt myself on daddy's thickness. Slow, though, is like torture, each inch of daddy filling me up and sparking a sudden surge of pleasure through my gut.
Impatiently, I push my pussy down, feeding him into me suddenly, drawing out a sharp moan between my gritted teeth. I lean forward and swing my arms around daddy's neck.
“It's so big, daddy!”
“Yeah, it is, baby. But you're making it impossible to drive.” He puts his head on my shoulder so he can see over me, but I can tell we're not going more than twenty miles an hour.
“I couldn't wait, daddy. I wanted to feel you inside me.” I lift myself up and drive down on daddy, working him like the throttle that fuels my engine. As I'm revving it up, grinding my pussy back and forth on him, daddy's having a hard time seeing straight.
“I can't, baby, I can't...”
I hang on for dear life as daddy sharply swings the steering wheel. We barrel off the road straight into a field of corn. The bumps, the screeching, and the smacks of the corn stalks against the fender die down as daddy slams on the breaks, bringing us to a complete stop.
Once we stop, I lean back and look at daddy, who's got this astonished look on his face. My heart is racing, but I can't help but laugh. I giggle as the fear of not knowing if we were going to crash begins to subside.
A fear that turns into a mind blowing arousal.
I casually start to grind my hips again, enjoying the thickness of daddy as I ride his cock. It takes him a moment to respond, but he throws the truck into park and takes control of my body for the first time.
He holds me up against him as he stops my grinding and plows into me, thrusting his hips into my cunt. The strong puncture of his cock is a lot more enticing than my own sloppy movements. He speed fucks me, feeding his long dick expertly into my spread pussy.
I lean back on daddy, getting off my knees and onto my feet as I squat over him. He helps pull his jacket off me before finishing the job that Jezzy started. He grabs my shirt and rips it to pieces, tearing it from my body, severing what little fabric was covering me up. He pulls my bra off and in a quick motion, veers into me and inhales my nipple.
