Kink (Filthy Stories)

by Sable Drake

  He gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks, and he thrust, thrust hard, fucking her, yanking her back against him, exhaling in explosive grunts through his teeth each time his stomach slapped against her upturned ass.

  "Daddy! Daddy, don't! God! Daddy, stop! It hurts!"

  It did hurt; he was driving her against the edge of the counter, her head was banging into the sink basin with each stroke, her legs ached from hanging and flailing uselessly with her feet off the ground… but she suddenly didn't care so much about any of that.

  "Oh… oh, no! No, no, no!" Toni cried. "You have to stop it, Daddy! You have to stop fucking me right now!"

  If anything, he sped up and fucked harder.

  "Oh… oh God… stop, Daddy!" she begged. "Or I'm… oh… going to come! Don't… don't make me… oh, no… don't make me come, Daddy!"

  "Yes!" he snarled, and it was so monstrous, so bestial, that she wanted to think it wasn't Daddy at all but some imposter, some stranger, some possessed-by-the-devil… but it was just Daddy, Daddy pounding into her. "Come, you little bitch, come for Daddy!"

  "No, please, no!"

  "This what you've been wanting, huh? This the way you like it?"

  Toni burst into hot, horrified tears as she began to shudder all over. Her pussy convulsed around Daddy's cock in violent, jerking spasms. A long, drawn-out shriek of mingled shame and rapture burst from her throat.

  She had never come like this before, never, not with Devin or anyone else, not by herself in solitary masturbating pleasure… never. The orgasm was wrenching, earth-shattering, and went on and on in one peak of ecstasy after another as Daddy kept pumping in and out.

  When she collapsed, moaning and half-conscious with her head still hanging in the sink, Daddy's movements slowed to a stop. Toni lay limp across the counter, her legs as boneless as those of a rag doll. Her chest hitched. Her shoulders shook.

  It was over. At least, thank God, it was over!

  Except…

  It wasn't.

  He was still hard inside her, harder than ever, stretching her drenched and tingling pussy with his rigid cock.

  "Teasing whore," Daddy said, almost thoughtfully. "See what happens?"

  "Daddy," she said in a feeble voice. "Please, no."

  He pulled out in an abrupt motion. Toni tried to scramble upright but her limbs would not obey her. She slithered to the kitchen floor, her hair in her face, the aftershocks of her orgasm still sparking and jittering along her nerve endings.

  Daddy bent and reached for her. She recoiled from his touch, but he was implacable in his strength. He gathered her into his arms and carried her, as she stirred weakly and tried to protest, into the living room.

  "Mom…" she said.

  "Won't find out. Believe me, Toni, you don't want her to find out."

  "But…"

  He lowered her to the carpet, in the exact spot where she'd been sitting the other night when she had first noticed him staring at her boobs. He knelt beside her. His robe was still open, his cock still rising stiff… slick with her juices… his pubic hair damp and matted. She could smell herself on him, her musk, and cringed with humiliation.

  "No, Daddy," Toni said. "I won't tease you any more. I'm sorry."

  "Take off that slutty top."

  "Daddy–"

  "Now!" He did not move to slap her, did not even raise his hand, but his voice was a whipcrack.

  Blubbering, fresh tears running down her face, Toni skinned the tight tank top over her head, freeing her tits. Daddy stared hungrily, then filled his hands with them, squeezing and kneading them, tweaking her nipples, pinching them between thumb and forefinger, rolling them.

  "No more, Daddy, please, no more," sobbed Toni.

  Daddy leaned over and sucked one breast, hard and urgent, his tongue flicking over the rigid nipple. He caught Toni's wrist in a bone-crushing grip and brought her hand to his cock.

  "Nicely, bitch, or you'll regret it," he growled, briefly lifting his mouth from her and then settling it on the other tit.

  She curled her fingers around him, tempted to hurt him but afraid of what else he might do. Daddy groaned and pushed his hips at her, sliding his cock through the closed circle of her fist. Toni rubbed hesitantly, then sped up her pace at the thought that if she jerked him off, if she made him come, he wouldn't be able to–

  "Not so fast," Daddy murmured, plucking her hand away from him. "I'm not done yet, oh no, not done yet, Toni. Daddy's precious little girl won't get out of this that easily."

  "Daddy, it's wrong, it's so wrong," she said. "We have to stop."

  "Take off those damned shorts."

  "Please, don't make me."

  "Take them off now, Toni."

  "Don't fuck me again, Daddy," she said, looking up at him with watery eyes. "Please. I'll… I'll suck you, if you want, but don't fuck me again."

  Without a word, Daddy retreated to his favorite chair and sprawled there with his legs outstretched into a vee and his cock jutting up. Toni's chin trembled and she was ready to start crying again. How had this happened? How had she let this happen? She'd only meant to tease him, get power over him, and now look! Here she was, almost naked and about to take Daddy's cock in her mouth.

  She started to get up, and he chopped his hand through the air in a negating gesture. Understanding what he wanted, Toni got on her hands and knees and crawled to Daddy across the living room floor. Her boobs swayed beneath her as she went. She reached him, kneeling between his spread legs, and sent him a beseeching look.

  "Daddy…"

  "Suck me, baby girl," he said. "Suck Daddy's cock. That's what you want, isn't it?"

  "No!"

  He caught a handful of her hair and dragged her head down, jabbing his cockhead against her closed lips. "Suck it, Toni. Open your mouth and suck it."

  She shook her head as best she could with him holding her hair. He twisted his hand, pulling, and in her pain she opened her mouth to cry out. As she did, Daddy muffled her cry by stuffing his cock between her lips. Toni tasted herself on him. He held her head in his lap and thrust his hips up at her face, fucking her mouth.

  Desperate to get it over with, she put her tongue to work, slurping it around and around his shaft. She cupped his balls, massaged them, encouraging him with her hands as well as her mouth, wanting him to come. Not caring if she had to swallow it, just wanting him to come and for this nightmare to end.

  She might, she thought, still be able to salvage something of this, once Daddy returned to his senses and realized what he had done. Once he realized he had taken his own daughter, his guilt would be so terrible that he'd do anything to win her forgiveness.

  "Oh, you are a good little cocksucker, aren't you?" Daddy groaned. "Do you want Daddy to come in your mouth, Toni? Will you drink it all down like a good girl?"

  "Mmm-hmm," she affirmed, nodding.

  "You'd like that?"

  "Mmm-hmm."

  "What if Daddy wanted to get off between your titties? And shoot all over your face?"

  She slipped his cock out of her mouth and caught it between her tits, holding them together to form a slick valley for him. Daddy covered her hands with his, fondling her boobs while he humped up and down.

  "Oh, God, that's good, Toni," he gasped. "Oh, yeah."

  "Come for me, Daddy," she said breathily, hoping to spur him over the edge. "Come in my face. Squirt it all over me."

  "Is that what you want?"

  "Yes, Daddy."

  "Too bad."

  She blinked at him, not comprehending. Then Daddy stopped what he was doing and lunged off the chair at her, tackling her, taking her down to the carpet. He landed atop her, pinning her with his weight.

  "Daddy! Get off me!"

  "Not yet," he said, tugging the loose gym shorts down. "Oh, no, not yet. Daddy's not done with you."

  "But I sucked you! You promised –"

  "I didn't promise anything."

  He slid down her body, kissing a trail from her nipples to
her bellybutton to the patch of black hair at her groin.

  "Oh, Daddy, no, not that!" Toni cried.

  She bucked her hips to try and throw him off of her, but Daddy yanked her shorts off, threw her knees over his shoulders, and buried his face in her pussy. His tongue swirled around her clit. Toni screamed. Her heels drummed his back. He opened her folds with his thumbs and lapped her in long, slow strokes.

  Toni's head whipped side to side on the carpet. "Ah… Daddy! Oh, God, stop, stop, please, you have to stop!"

  Daddy didn't stop, but kept at her, licking her, sliding two fingers inside to press at her G-spot, until Toni was going crazy. She clutched at his head, bucking her hips now not to throw him off but to grind her pussy harder against his mouth.

  "Yes, oh, yes!" she gibbered. "Don't stop, that's so good, don't–"

  Suddenly Daddy stopped. Toni's scream this time was one of frustration–she had been about to come again, if he had only gone on for a little bit more! But he stopped, and he rose up over her on his knees, wiping her wetness from his face. His cock bobbed hard and inviting over her belly.

  "What do you want, Toni?" Daddy asked.

  She knew what he was doing and she hated him for it, hated him like fire. She was shaking all over with need.

  "Daddy, don't…" she said. "Don't make me…"

  "Don't make you what?"

  "Don't make me ask for it," she said.

  He gripped himself, running his thumb around the rosy head of his cock. "You asked me not to fuck you again. So I'll just finish off like this."

  "But… but, Daddy…"

  His hand moved up and down. His blue eyes never left hers. A vibrating line of energy like a high-tension wire thrummed through her. She bit her lip to hold back the words, but it was no good.

  "Fuck me!" she shrieked. "Oh, God, Daddy, fuck me, stick it in me, please, I want it, I want to feel it, make me come!"

  Daddy smiled triumphantly and eased his cock into her with incredible gentleness, slowly filling her as he sank onto her body. He withdrew just as carefully, and thrust again. It was excruciating, it was heaven, it was torture.

  "There " he sighed. "Daddy's fucking you. Is it good, baby girl? Does Daddy's cock feel good?"

  "Oh… oh!" Toni hooked her legs over his ass and clawed his shoulders. "So good! So good, Daddy!"

  "Are you going to come for Daddy again?"

  "Yes!" she cried.

  "Are you close?"

  "So close…"

  "Daddy's close, too… Daddy's going to come in you, Toni. Daddy's going to fill you up with it."

  He started going faster, and that was all it took for Toni. She fucked back at him furiously, her orgasm ripping and roaring through her like a thunderstorm. Daddy pounded into her, shouting her name.

  "Toni! Oh! Toni!"

  His back arched, driving him against her and into her in a final deep thrust, his entire body stiffening as he flooded her with his come. He stayed that way, motionless as a statue, for what seemed like forever.

  Then, gradually, he began to relax and settled onto her, his weight smothering and crushing her against the carpet. Toni didn't mind… she liked the feeling of being under him like this, of him being so utterly spent.

  She drifted that way, her body wrung out and exhausted in the afterglow, too dazed from everything that had happened to be able to think. She didn't want to think about it.

  Daddy laboriously raised his head, which had fallen into the cradle of her shoulder. He looked down at her, and she saw her own dazed state echoed in him. But then his eyes cleared, and sharpened in alarm.

  "Toni… oh, God, Toni…"

  What could she say? What in the world could there possibly be to say at a moment like this? Here on the living room floor, Daddy on top of her with his cock softening in the warm flood of come he'd shot into her pussy… what could she say? That she'd thought she could tease him and get away with it? That she'd thought he would never dare lay a finger on her?

  "I guess I was wrong," Toni said, sliding her arms around his neck. "Daddy would dare, after all."

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  His Perfect Storm

  by

  Jack Strait

  Storm Parker lounged on the sofa in her parents' living room, watching television with them after deciding that it was storming too badly for her to go out. While most of her friends were spending spring break at the beach, she instead opted to spend the week at home. She had the money, although she used the expense as an excuse when questioned.

  And the studying excuse, which was an outright lie. Her sophomore classes bored her, and maintaining her stellar GPA wasn't much of a challenge.

  While the storm raged outside, the electricity inside the Parker house was every bit as intense. Storm felt every rumble of thunder as a vibration between her legs, because the real reason she'd decided to spend the week at home was sitting on the other end of the sofa: her foster father, Jim.

  Storm was the youngest of Jim and Veronica's three foster children, and the only daughter. As a result, she'd always been Daddy's little girl. And now that her "brothers" had homes of their own, he doted on her even more. But a few months earlier, Jim made a drunken confession that had stirred up some delicious forbidden desires.

  It happened over the Christmas holidays, when they had all gone to Jim's parents' house for their big holiday bash. Aunts and uncles and cousins galore. Jim was the only one of his many siblings without a bunch of biological children, although Storm never understood why.

  * * * *

  Usually, Jim was the life of the party, but he'd been surprisingly subdued that night. Toward the end of the evening, when everyone was loaded, Jim had stepped outside alone, and Storm had followed him. He stood at the deck railing, staring into the night.

  She sidled up to him and asked him what was wrong. At first, he just shook his head, but when she put her hand atop his and squeezed, he opened up. He said he and Veronica were having problems. She was drinking too much when she was off work, something Storm had noticed at Thanksgiving. He also said that they had quit having sex, that she had decided they were too old for such things. It had been nearly a year, and it was really getting him down.

  While, he confessed, he'd considered having an affair—and suspected Veronica would be more relieved to have his attention diverted than angry at the infidelity—but didn't want any potential entanglements to jeopardize his business. He'd tried to get his Veronica a doctor about her loss of sex drive and about her drinking, but she had insisted that he was the one with the problem—that he was just a horny old goat who was obsessed with sex. And, as far as she was concerned, she didn't have a drinking problem.

  "I'm not even fifty yet, and she's calling me an old goat," he'd said at the time. That's when Storm had said the magic words.

  "Daddy, if I had a man as sexy as you, I'd let him have anything he wanted any time he wanted it." She slipped her arm around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder.

  And she'd meant every word of it. At forty-eight, Jim Parker was still very sexy in her eyes. He was ruggedly handsome, with mysterious brown eyes, unruly hair with a sprinkling of gray at the sides, and a well-trimmed mustache. He was well built, a shade under six feet tall, and in good shape thanks to a two-mile run every morning. Plus, he had the sweetest butt Storm had ever seen on a man, and she'd seen plenty.

  She hadn't intended to start anything, really. She was just being supportive of a man who'd always treated her like she was precious. Like she was made of gold. However, it was soon clear that her comment had her dear daddy looking at her in a whole new light, and he undoubtedly liked what he saw.

  Storm was a little taller than average with a slender physique, totally opposite of her foster mom. She'd been told she was pretty often enough to recognize the truth in the compliment, although she never went out of her way to make herself up. Her best features, she believed, were her big dark eyes, full lips, and thick dark hair.

  However, she also had two exem
plary assets that set her apart from most girls her age—hell, most women of any age. She had a perfect pair of tits and a butt that filled her jean shorts in a way that stopped traffic. Her last boyfriend called her "eminently fuckable," and a lot of guys had done just that since she lost her virginity years ago.

  Storm knew full well the sexual power she possessed. Those who hadn't fucked her had certainly fantasized about it, and now Jim was no exception. She was sure that he castigated himself whenever those thoughts crossed his mind. She was also sure that he couldn't stop.

  Jim had always been a little envious of her many boyfriends. He didn't delude himself that his little girl kept her legs close. He knew full well what those boys were getting: a very succulent piece of prime pussy.

  As for Storm, until that moment, she had never consciously thought about her father as a man with the same needs and desires of other men. But she'd always adored her dad, and the words were no sooner out of her mouth than she realized that she actually would like to fuck him. Probably always had, deep down, and that he'd probably like to fuck her as well.

  For the rest of the holidays, she'd flirted with him, and he'd flirted right back. Storm also began to give him teasing looks at her body, walking around the house in her baggy shorts that might offer a glimpse of her skimpy panties and loose T-shirts that showed her juicy tits bouncing freely. As a result, his mood lifted considerably. Feeling desirable will do wonders.

  She would give him lingering hugs, and one time she could swear she felt his cock get hard. She was pleased to discover that Jim was very nicely hung and quite thick.

  Nothing happened right away, but Storm returned to college with erotic thoughts of her father always on her mind. She returned home for a weekend visit in mid-February, and they resumed their flirtation with a great deal more intensity.

  * * * *

  Jim had been messing around in the kitchen late the Saturday morning of her visit, when Veronica asked him to go upstairs and wake Storm up. Jim knocked lightly on her door, then opened it and was greeted by the sight of his daughter's naked breasts rising and falling with her rhythmic breathing.