by Angel Honey
“This is your mess, young lady,” he said, and I knew not to argue with that tone. “Get into the office, now.”
With my head down, I followed him into his office.
Spanking My Ass
“Not working. Flirting with the vendors. Wearing clothes that aren’t appropriate for your job. What the hell, Lilly?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I said, and I really meant it. The last thing I wanted was to disappoint him. I loved my Dad more than anything and, more than that, I wanted to make him happy.
I also wanted him to fuck my brains out.
“What do you want me to do here?”
“You could let me pay for what I broke.”
“With what money?” he asked. “You barely make enough to save and your mother will flip on me if I let you pay out of your account. No, I need to teach you a lesson. Give me your belt.”
“What?”
“Your belt, Lilly. Take it off and hand it to me.”
“What are you doing, Daddy?” I asked, looking down so that my hair hung in my face.
“Now.”
Without meeting his eyes, I unbuckled the black belt I wore and slowly slid it out of the belt loops on my jean skirt. Doubling it over, I laid it across my hands and held it out to him.
“Now, you’re going to learn a lesson.” Sneaking a peek at his face, I saw the smoldering expression. “Are you ready Lilly?”
“I don’t know.”
“Tell me you want me to punish you.”
“I want you to punish me, Daddy.” I said the words slowly, hesitantly, and wondered why a little ember of heat made itself known in the base of my tummy.
“Wait.” He shook his head, looking befuddled. I watched the way his eyes widened and he couldn’t help but look down at my lean thigh exposed in the short skirt I was wearing. His eyes made me think of the nights I’d rubbed my pink pussy until my wrist was sore.
His hands reached out as if he were in a dream and he gently took the belt from my hands. When the leather touched his palms, he closed his fingers around it and then ran one hand over the other, stroking the length of the belt.
“This is not how I discipline employees,” he said. “But I need it.” The longing in his eyes was apparent. Letting my lashes lower, I took a look at the front of his pants. Yep. He definitely liked the idea of spanking my tight ass red.
“I’m not just your employee, Daddy. I’m your little girl.” I bit my lip and put my hands behind my back, letting my small tits thrust out. I hoped the white tank was thin enough that he could see my black lace bra through it.
“I know, baby. And I need to teach my little girl a lesson.” He reached out and traced my lips with his fingers.
“God, Daddy. We can’t do this. What about mom?”
“Was your mother thinking about us when she left?” Stepping toward me, he pushed off my employee smock and let it hit the ground.
“No…”
“Was she being a good wife when she was sucking the mailman’s cock?” My eyes widened at his dirty mouth.
“No, Daddy.”
“Ask if she ever bothers to suck my cock, Lilly.”
“Does she still suck your cock, Daddy?” I raised up to my toes and whispered the words in his ear. He was shaking, taut with anticipation.
“No. Which means someone else should.”
“I would suck your cock, Daddy,” I said, wanting to see him smile.
He gripped my arms and thrust me away from him, then shook his head. “Bend over the desk,” he said. His hands flexed around the leather belt and I felt nerves shoot through my bloodstream. Still, though, I did as he said. I bent over until I felt cool air kiss the curve of my ass and knew that my skirt had ridden up and he could see the cotton panties I wore.
“Grip the edge of the desk.” I reached out and curled my fingers over the edge. His breathing behind me was ragged as he crossed the room and turned the lock. It was a loud sound in the quiet room, like thunder.
“Count off.”
I heard the belt crack and then it slammed into my jean skirt. After a second, I felt a bright lash of pain and my head started swimming. Tears immediately came into my eyes—but I’m not sure why, because it didn’t hurt bad enough to make me cry. Besides, my pussy was already soaked.
“One.”
A beat, then another hit. I flinched, but made sure to hold onto the desk as my Daddy instructed.
“Two.”
The strikes came faster then. I could feel my ass heating up as he pounded me with the belt. My own breath was loud in my ears and I could feel my pussy juice soaking through the crotch of my panties. I wondered if he’d be able to see it run down my thighs—and whether he’d punish me more for it.
“Ten.” I was panting by the time we reached ten and I thought it was over. I saw him lay the belt on the desk next to me, but then Dad stood behind me, reached down and yanked down my skirt.
“The next ten go on your bare ass,” he said. “Even though it already looks pretty red.” He ran a finger inside the elastic waistband of my panties. “Are you sorry you ruined our stock by flirting with the delivery boy, you little slut?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, his words making me wetter. When he finally yanked down my panties, I breathed in hard and tried to control my wanton desires. I wanted to turn around and spread my legs and beg him to lick me until I came. But instead I gripped the desk harder.
“Thank me for punishing you.”
“Thank you for punishing me, Daddy.”
He groaned. “You’re welcome, brat.”
The belt slid off the desk and into his hands, then he was gone again and I heard it in the air before I felt it. The leather striking my already-abused skin was bright and shocking. I mewled and turned my head to look at him. His face was red with desire and his eyes were glued to my ass and my pussy, which was temptingly bared to him. Breathing deep, I pushed my legs apart a little more to give him a better view.
“God, Lilly, you have a perfect pussy.” I smiled at him through the tears in my eyes and then turned my head back and wiggled my ass. He struck again and I counted off.
“Two.” Then three more. It felt like my ass was glowing red, but he wasn’t pulling his strength back. If anything, the smacks were getting harder as we approached the final one. I desperately wondered whether people in the hall could hear the crack of the belt striking my skin.
“Last one,” he said. His voice was darker than I’d ever heard it before. “Hold tight.”
The belt whistled through the air and slammed against my ass, right where my legs spread, revealing my pink pussy. It didn’t hit my pussy, exactly, but I felt the shock through my entire body and I had to fight not to crumple, cry and then start immediately playing with myself.
First Time for Everything
“Come here,” he said. I looked up to find him standing over me, and Dad pulled me into his arms and settled both of us in his big office chair. I curled up against him, aware of my juices seeping down my thighs and soaking his leg. “You okay, baby?” I nodded and nuzzled my head under his chin.
“Why were you flirting with that guy? He’s not good enough for you.”
“Since Jacob dumped me, I’ve been really scared that I’m going to go off to college with no experience. And I wanted to lose it with him, because I cared about him, but I’ve just accepted that it’s going to be some random loser.”
“No,” Dad said. “It’s not. Hold out until you find someone you feel comfortable with. Someone you really want to touch you.”
“I have found someone,” I said, running my fingers gently over his torso. “But he doesn’t want to be with me.”
“Let’s get your little skirt back on and you can go home early.” He sounded like he regretted what happened between us, which was the exact opposite of what I wanted to happen. I turned myself around on his lap, then gingerly stepped to the ground. Once I was steady, I slid my way down to the floor.
His expression
was like the one in my fantasies. Dad looked shocked, but also excited, like he couldn’t believe what was going to happen and wondered whether he should stop it.
“I’m going to suck your cock, Daddy,” I said, steel in my voice. “And then you’re going to bend me over the desk and be my first.”
“But Lilly,” he trailed off and his cock twitched visibly in his pants.
“No, don’t argue.” I reached up and undid his belt, sliding it from his pants. Next I pulled the button from its hole and then slowly slid down the zipper. To my surprise, he wasn’t wearing boxers. His enormous erection popped out as soon as the pressure was released and I parted my lips and blew across the wet, pulsing head.
“Baby…”
“Let me,” I said, eager. I licked my tongue over the slit in the head of his cock and tasted salt and clean male. I liked it more than I expected too and a shiver of arousal crept through me, warming me and making me ache to be touched.
But Daddy was aching too. I could see it in the tension around his shoulders and the hard shaft of his cock that leapt toward my fingers when I reached to wrap them around it. Apprehension grew as I wondered whether I could fit this monster in my mouth. It wasn’t that I had a small mouth—I could open wide—but looking at his cock, it was obvious that his girth would stretch my lips.
“Fuck,” he said harshly when I finally took the head between my lips. “I love the way your little pink mouth looks around my fat cock.” He thrust his hips a little and a bit more of the shaft entered my mouth, pinning my tongue.
I could feel drool leaking out around him as I opened wider and moved forward, swallowing more. “Damn, you little slut,” he said, “you’re too fucking good at this.” Pleased with the praise, I pulled it deeper and felt it hit my gag reflex. I swallowed.
“Oh fuck. Fuck.” His hips moved and his cock speared my throat. I’d swallowed my boyfriend’s dick before, but it was nothing like this. Dad reached out and took handfuls of my hair into his hands and used my head like a pussy, fucking my mouth hard.
His precum leaked down my throat while my Daddy fucked my mouth like I was one of the bar room whores he slept with when Mom denied him too long—and I loved it. He was every bit as rough as I’d always wanted and I knew I’d never be able to get enough of his thick rod pushing between my lips while he groaned and thrust.
Right when I was ready—so ready—for him to cum on my tongue, he gripped my hair harder and pulled my head back, his cock sliding out of my stretched lips.
“What are you doing, Daddy?”
“You need to be fucked, slut.” His face was dark with lust and desires that he’d never been able to admit to before now. Looking down at my body, clad in a tank and bra, he reached down and yanked off the tank, then the bra, and pulled me to my feet.
“Bend over,” he said, then stopped me before I could. “Wait. I want to taste your firm little titties.”
I arched my back, offering my breasts to him. He bent his head and flicked one of my erect buds with his velvet tongue, drawing a moan of ecstasy from me. “Oh god, Daddy,” I cried, “please don’t stop, don’t stop.”
His reply was muffled while he licked and sucked on my nipples. I clutched his head and one of his hands dropped down to skim across my wet, needy pussy.
“You want my cock in here, don’t you?” He popped his lips off my nipple to speak. The pale skin around it was red where his beard had worked over it.
“Please,” I begged, moving my pussy back and forth over his fingers. I loved the way they stroked my clit and then pushed just the tiniest bit into my virgin hole.
“Beg.”
“Please fuck me, Daddy. I need your cock to fill me up. I want you inside me, please, Daddy.”
He smiled and pulled my head back by my hair, then thrust his tongue into my mouth. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was claiming, pure and simple. My scalp started to ache where he was tugging, but it was a sensation I liked. If anything, it made me wetter that he was so absorbed in my mouth that he didn’t notice how much strength he was using.
“You’re a good slut,” he said softly. “But you’re a virgin. It’s going to hurt when I bust you.”
“I don’t care,” I said, looking into his melting eyes. “I want this.”
“Be sure. Once I start fucking that tight, wet pussy, I won’t be able to stop.”
“I’m sure,” I said.
“Then get on the desk.”
I walked to the desk and hopped up, laying back on my elbows so I could watch my very sexy Daddy finish taking off his clothes. When he was finally naked before me, I sucked in my breath hard. The man hadn’t let himself go. Tight muscle and tanned skin greeted my eye as I hungrily took in every inch of his nakedness.
“Spread your legs.”
I spread them wide and gasped when he knelt between my thighs and licked up the middle of my sopping cunt.
“You taste like fucking ambrosia,” he said, burying his tongue in my tight hole. I gasped and then moaned long and low, biting my lip to keep the sound from carrying to the back of the store.
“I can’t wait to stick my cock in you. I’m going to bust you hard,” he warned me, looking up with fire in his eyes.
“I can’t wait,” I insisted. “Do it now.”
“Whatever my perfect little slut wants,” he said. Grabbing my hips, he dragged me to the edge of the desk and lined up his cock with my hole. I could feel the heat of his precum on my skin. “Hold your breath. This is going to be a tight fit.”
“I can take it, Daddy.” I wasn’t sure I could, but I wasn’t going to let him stop now. The first part of his cock head pushed into my hole and I gasped. It was harder than I expected, and so hot against me.
“Fuck,” he gritted through his teeth. “Your pussy is squeezing me so hard.”
I didn’t say anything, just looked at him while he pushed a little more in. The sensation was near unbearable, like something stretching out that didn’t want to be stretched. But he wasn’t taking no for an answer. He bucked his hips and paused, pure pleasure on his face. His drooling cock was pressed right against my fragile hymen.
“I love you, baby girl,” he whispered, reaching forward and rubbing my clit while he inexorably pushed his cock deep inside me.
I screamed and he used one hand to muffle it, impaling me on his cock in the process. My entire body was shaking at the intrusion. We were at odds, because my pain fed his pleasure. As my body shook, my pussy vibrated on the hot rod of flesh that he had buried in me. His eyes were filled with a mixture of love and conquest, something I’d never seen before but knew I would remember for the rest of my life.
“Daddy,” I whispered, moving my hips to adjust myself.
“Yes, baby?”
“I want you to fuck me now.” I knew I’d find pleasure. Already, the lazy circling of his fingers on my clit was warming me up again, making my pussy juice flow.
“What?”
“Fuck your slut now,” I insisted, pulling myself forward on his cock. “Now, Daddy.” We fucked like that until it wasn’t enough and he yanked me off the desk.
“On the floor, you slutty thing.”
I got down on all fours and presented my fucked pussy to him. I could feel Daddy’s eyes on my skin as he examined me.
Then he knelt behind me and drove back in. He fucked me with short hard thrusts, then switched to longer, deeper ones that stretched me even more while I gasped and moaned. When Daddy pinched my clit hard, I came and he threw back his head and groaned.
“You’re massaging my cock, baby. You’re the best fucking sex toy I could imagine.” Then he kept fucking me.
I could tell he was close by the way his face changed, the way he angled me to make deeper strokes.
“I’m going to cum deep inside you,” he said.
“Daddy, are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” he insisted. “I want to breed a son into you.”
“Why?”
“I know—,” he gasped,
plunging in and out of my swollen pussy, “that you don’t want to own this place. Give me a son and you’ll never want for anything. Make up for your stupid, selfish mother, slut.”
“Dad, I—.”
A knock at the door. I could feel his cock twitch in me.
“Mr. Dalarian? They need you to come to the customer service booth.”
“Thank you, Tony,” Daddy said, pumping back inside me, deep. He leaned forward and whispered, “I’m going to fill your little pussy with my hot cum while Tony’s outside the door. Don’t make a sound.” Then he set a punishing rhythm that made me teeter on the brink.
“When should I tell them you’ll be there?”
“I’m just finishing—“ He slammed into me deeper than before and I spasmed around him. I could see the pleasure flare in his eyes. “A bank thing.” Another slam. “Tell them it’ll be two minutes.”
“Thank you, Mr. Dalarian.” Right as Tony spoke, Daddy gripped my hips hard enough to bruise and slammed into me. I felt his cum shoot out of his cock, flooding my fertile womb with jizz while I started to come from the heat and pressure. I reached up and bit my hand as hard as I could, willing myself not to scream while my body shook and massaged my Dad’s cock.
“Thank you, Tony,” Dad said, looking right at me. Then Tony was gone and Dad was gathering me up, hugging me to him. His cock was still lodged in my pussy.
“You might want to put your legs up and keep the cum in your womb, Lilly. If you want the benefits that come with having my baby.” I just looked at him dumbly while he got dressed, but I stayed naked and bared to him on the floor. I wanted him so much. Right then. Again.
Oh well, I thought. Mom usually stayed out late and I was pretty sure he’d want to try to fill me with his hot cum again later if given the chance.
End
NOT HER WEDDING NIGHT is the story of a stepdad and his stepdaughter. She’s been waiting for him for so long—and now that he’s really her Daddy, she’ll never get to have him. But when his wife falls asleep on their wedding night, he gets a taste of something much sweeter. Expect cheat, a creampie and spanking inside.
