by Adrian Amos
“Come on, little Lexy, open up for daddy. You're being a bad girl right now.” He takes his hand off his cock and clamps his fingers on my nose, keeping me from breathing. I maintain my resistance until the feeling of suffocation takes over. I try to sneak in a quick breath as I open my mouth, but Joseph is too fast, thrusting his hips forward and stuffing his huge cock into my mouth.
My hands fly to his thighs as his thick member punctures me, entering my body without permission. I gag as he hits the back of my throat, my mouth secreting copious amounts of sticky, slimy saliva. I hadn't thought of how Joseph smelled before, but with him in my mouth, the scent of him accosts me. I can count myself lucky that the man bathed with a heavily scented soap prior to coming into this house.
I try to focus on the scent because the thought of what's happening to me is too humiliating to bare. Not the forced face fucking, no, but the growing wetness between my legs as Joseph dominates my body. My body is trying to embarrass me as it becomes aroused by his fierce manhood. I always imagined my first time going down on a man would be gentle and loving, not rough and punishing, but my body doesn't care, wanting only what he gives to me.
He face fucks me hard, using my hair as a handle to my head, pushing his cock in and pulling my head in at the same time, thrusting it all the way through me.
I try to yell at him, try to tell him to get off me, but with my mouth full, it only comes out as muffled moans. His cock is so thick now that I can't get a single word out of my mouth.
“Take that dick, little Lexy.” He pins my head to the wall, thrusting in hard and fast, ramming his dick into my mouth.
“There you go, babygirl.” He pulls out and I gasp for air, strings of saliva wrapped around his cock and attached to my mouth, evidence that leads directly to the hole he was just in.
He pulls me up by my hair, lifting my undershirt over my head and leaving me standing their naked. I'm still struggling to catch my breathe when I speak. “You're a sick pervert,” I muster.
He pulls me over to the sofa, bending me over the arm. He smacks my ass hard, my ass stinging from his attack. “Don't you forget yourself. You will call me daddy.”
“Never!” I don't know why I screamed that out. I'd been calling him daddy just fine until now, as is my duty as his daughter, but something in me wants to defy him. I'm nervous it isn't because of strength that I resist, but because I want him to punish me more.
He slaps my ass again, and I know the answer for sure. As he continues to spank me, I bite my lip and the faintest of smiles crosses my lips. Oh no! I actually want him to punish me. I'm getting aroused by it all! I'm as sick and devious as this low-class conman.
I can't help myself; I want to goad him on. “You're low class scum, daddy. I'm too good for someone like you.”
“Oh really?” he says, incredulity mixing with anger. He slides around behind me, pressing the thickness of his cock against the crack of my ass. “I'm going to fuck this princess pussy really good, bust this cherry and make you a low-class whore like the rest of them.”
“What? No, daddy, don't! That's not right! I'm still a virgin!”
“I know. Now your virginity belongs to daddy.” He presses the head of his dick against my pussy, running it up and down, splitting my lips. “God, and you're soaking wet, too!”
I blush, having forgotten that my body has betrayed my intentions. My pussy is incredibly slick, his cock sliding through my folds easily.
And just like that, my virgin hole is taken, his cock breaking in with ease. The fullness of his dick is intense, and I let out a deep moan as I barely contain his hardened cock.
“Oh God, daddy.”
“Daddy's fucking this pussy, little Lexy.”
“No, daddy, stop.”
But his dick throbs inside me, and daddy begins to pound away at my tender cunt. My hips rock into the sofa arm as daddy takes me from behind, pounding his new little girl with a dick that's too big for her. It hurts, but the pleasure is there deep beneath, and with each new full length of my new daddy, the pain of my tight pussy gives way to a strong pleasure. I feels like a missing piece of me is making me whole each time my pussy latches onto his cock.
It's not just the pleasure of his dick. I start to feel a strange sensation in my gut, a dam being built that holds a torrent of energy. I don't know what it is, but as he continues to fuck my pussy, a little more energy gets deposited and the pressure builds.
“Oh daddy, it feels so good!” I start to moan uncontrollably, his cock forcing the breath from my lungs with each powerful thrust.
But he stops thrusting, pausing to regain his stamina.
My breathing is ragged, the buildup of pleasure I was experiencing begins to dissipate. As much as I don't want to admit it, I feel incredibly disappointed that he has stopped fucking me. My body is starting to wind down and it is driving me crazy!
“Why'd you stop, daddy?” I whine.
“Little Lexy, I'm about to give you everything your stubborn ass has ever wanted.” With his cock still in my pussy, he leans over me, whispering in my ear, “I'm about to rein you in and turn you into the dirtiest little whore.”
He kisses me on the neck. I turn away, “You have already made me a dirty whore with your low-class... member.”
He smirks, “You're not dirty yet, but you will be. You don't own a whore and not fuck her in every hole.”
“Every hole?”
He leans back, pulling his cock out of my pussy. I bite my lip, the escape of him a torturous pleasure to my begging cunt. But as he leans back in to reinsert, his cock presses against my tight backdoor, the head slowly spreading me open.
“Oh fuck!” I cry, bracing against the arm of the sofa.
He laughs, “See? I got you screaming profanity. Just touching this hole turns you low-class.”
His head continues to push through, painfully piercing the only virgin hole I had left. The only hole I thought I'd never let anyone in. A proper young lady never even thinks about the nasty back entrance. It's a thing for commoners to get fucked in the ass, but proper women never let anyone near it.
He really is going to turn me into a whore!
“Oh daddy, it hurts!”
“That's what makes it so good, little Lexy.” His dick pushes in, each inch giving me a jolt of pain that shoots through me. His cock fully enters me and I grunt. He's violating me just like all the commoner whores he's fucked!
But the most shocking think is that it's starting to feel good.
As daddy pulls out, my ass gives way, hurting from the withdrawal just as much as the insertion. “Oh fuck,” I grunt, holding my breath in. As his dick reaches the end, I'm about to sigh, but he quickly pushes his cock back in, and I'm forced to take another dose of his dick.
“Daddy, you're fucking me in the ass! That's not right.”
He laughs, “Nothing is ever right with you, little Lexy. But daddy's going to teach you right from wrong.” When my ass takes him all the way in, he doesn't pause, instead pulling out immediately so that he can slam his dick back into me.
He picks up pace, ravaging my tight asshole, fucking me as hard as he fucked my pussy. Even with the intensity of the pain, even with the abuse from the man in my life, my pussy is wetter than ever! I'm even wetter than when he was directly in my pussy!
“Does that feel good, little Lexy?”
“Ah, yes, daddy, it feels amazing!”
“You want daddy's dick, don't you, baby?”
“Yes, daddy. Keep fucking my ass!”
My words build encouragement, both for daddy's thrusts as he picks up speed, determined to punish me, and for my dam of pressure, rebuilt and ready to overflow.
“Daddy, please, keep fucking me!” I beg, my shame no longer holding me back as I implore him to push me over the edge. “Make me come, daddy!”
One good stroke of his dick and the dam bursts, releasing waves of pleasure that wash over me. As my body begins to constrict, daddy grunts his own orgasm into me, his
cock thumping as he spills his seed into my ass. His warm concoction gets pulled in, absorbing into my walls as my ass squeezes on him.
“Fuck, daddy, fuck!” I shake and tremor, my back and ass shaking violently as a flood of cum and orgasm consume me.
Daddy pulls out and my ass continue to seize for a moment after, pushing out a large glob of cum that runs down my crack and into my pussy.
I slide off the sofa, hitting the rug with a resounding thud as my body gives up on holding itself up.
I look up at daddy. “So what about those courts again?” he asks, buttoning up his pants.
I lie on the floor exhausted, my ass still seizing from my explosive orgasm.
“I think you'll do good keeping me in this family. Who else is going to watch over a pretty, young woman like you?”
“I don't need your help. I can look after myself,” I reply.
“Oh, can you now? Just like your mother did? Always stubborn. She married me, after all, and I'm nothing but a two-bit player.”
“I can't believe you're actually admitting it. You're scamming my mother!”
“Yes, yes I am. But you'll benefit.”
“How? How is that possible?”
“Because your house is in disarray. I'll set it right again. Your mother might have fallen off, but I won't let that happen to you. No man'll enter this house and corrupt it. I won't allow it.”
I shake my head, standing to sit on the sofa. “Why would you do that?”
He leans in, kissing me on the cheek. “Because you're my favorite daughter. No one could be as stubborn and as cold as you, and I like nothing more than that in my women.”
My face flushes and I stutter, “I-I do need a man of my own. I can't be yours.”
“In due time,” he says, “but until then, you'll do as I say. You need to be taught how to behave. You need to be reined in, so a man won't be intimidated.”
Now I know exactly what he means, what it feels like to be controlled, and I know what he intends. “What are you going to do?”
“Your lessons begin today.” He smiles, “An ass fucking from daddy, every day until I give you away.”
He helps me to my feet, but instead of assisting me with my clothes, he drapes me over the sofa arm. His dick hardening again, and he uses it to poke at my backdoor again.
“What are you doing?”
“That first one was punishment,” he says, pushing his full length into me, causing me to grunt from his already engorged cock. “This one's for teaching.”
He fucks my ass all over again, vowing to teach me all the ways of womanhood.
It feels so good to have a guiding hand in my life again.
- - -
Daddy Wants to Come in the Backdoor
I'm nervous. The cool forest air is doing a number on my skin, prickling me and making me shiver.
I blame the air, but it's the person I'm watching out for that makes me the most nervous.
My daddy's out of prison. Not because they let him go but because he's escaped.
And I know he's coming to take me; that's the whole reason he broke out in the first place.
My mom divorced my stepdaddy when she found out he was going to prison for robbing banks. She dropped him like a bad habit, choosing to stay as far away as possible. But he'd been in my life for the past 8 years—4 of them when he was on the outside—so I couldn't just forget about him. He was the only man who ever took care of me. Ever since they put him away, I'd been writing and calling him, trying to keep in touch, trying to keep his spirits high while he rode out his sentence.
It was only a 10 year sentence. He could have gotten parole if he behaved. But the thing about my daddy is that he's a strong and stubborn man. He doesn't like being kept from the thing he wants most.
It used to be money.
Now it's me.
Our letters quickly turned into something more. I was the only woman who stuck around for him, even in his worst times, and it didn't take long for him to grow incredibly attached to me. Soon enough, he stopped asking me about what I was doing with my time, and started asking me if I had a boyfriend, if I was looking for one, and what I thought about my daddy.
I told him I thought about him all the time, and that I wasn't much interested in any of the boys around town. Then daddy started to get a lot more personal. When I thought about him, what'd I feel? Did I ever touch myself when thinking about daddy?
I had never heard him talk to me that way, but I started to love it so much! No longer were our messages and chats about all of life's crap: all we ever talked about anymore was all the stuff we wanted to do to each other!
I fantasized about him sneaking into my room and going down on me. I imagined doing the same to him. When we'd get time for personal calls, he'd tell me to touch myself as we talked on the phone, to circle my clit and run a finger through my slit. I'd breathe deep into the phone for him, tell him how much I loved my daddy, and he'd grunt and moan. He couldn't jerk off, of course; he'd have to save it for when he got back to his cell. I think that was the hardest part for him.
He'd always be telling me how he was going to get out soon and find me and fuck the shit out of me. I'd laugh about it, but he wanted to come in my pussy, make me carry his babies inside me. He also said he wanted to fuck my ass, make me beg for his big dick in there because I loved it so much. His big dick in my tight ass scared me so much, but I couldn't help get wet thinking about it anyway.
He even got me to send naked pictures of myself! I couldn't help it. One day he worked me into a tizzy describing all the things he'd do to my body, that when he told me to take pictures of myself, I did it right then and there. After that, though, I felt kind of embarrassed that I would do something like that. I guess it was a nice consolation that I could imagine my daddy beating off to my photos and coming all over my face and body.
To think he actually got out of prison? It makes me worried. It was one thing to tease and think about all those things happening, but it's a completely different situation to think it might actually happen.
And soon! He could be here at any minute. He hasn't contacted me at all; I only knew he escaped when I heard it on the news. He was telling me about escaping a few days prior to it happening, but I didn't actually think he'd pull it off.
It makes me even more nervous because I'm all alone! I moved out into a cabin in the woods. I love nature, but a big part of the decision was to avoid all the press I was seeing that were trying to find out more about my daddy. He robbed a lot of banks, so he made a helluva name for himself, to where he became kind of big deal. I'm glad I did come out here, because I can't imagine the frenzy it's created now that he's escaped from prison.
But what if prison's turned daddy into a beast? What if he's not the same caring man I once knew?
I told daddy about where I lived; I really only kind of described it to him, never giving him the address. I have no idea if he can actually find me. But knowing daddy, I think he's crafty enough to figure it out.
I took a few days off from work and decided to hunker down for a while. Eating and sleeping is mostly all I can handle. I've been watching the woods day in and day out, waiting for the man who's claimed me for his own. I don't know whether to be scared or excited. My body doesn't know how to react, my skin shivering at the slightest wind and my pussy soaking at the slightest sound. I've never had a man inside me; it's almost torture waiting for the inevitable yet not knowing when exactly it would be coming.
I switch between a few short dresses that I really like; small and dainty, they really accentuate my southern belle figure. I put on my nice heels every day and chill out on the porch watching over the forest, or sit inside and study the news for any word on my daddy's whereabouts. I don't know when he's going to get here, but I want to look good for him no matter what.
I guess I'm just kind of excited to get the chance to spend some quality time with daddy. It's just been so long.
As it gets late, I resign my lookou
t duties and slump back inside. Another day and nothing's happened. I eat a quick dinner, clean the dishes, and turn in. I'm exhausted from all the mental anguish of the unknown that I just fall into bed in my clothes and hope I can fall asleep.
After a while of fidgeting in bed, I hear a noise in the living room. A rustling of wind and—I swear—a shuffling of feet.
I swallow, my nerves on high alert as I feel that the time is coming. I don't want daddy to catch me sleeping, so I get up out of bed. I head out to the living room, and right as I enter it, the light flicks on.
“Daddy!”
In a tattered t-shirt and jeans, his sleeve of tattoos is easily visible. His physique is unchanged, his muscles maintained in the prison weight room, but he's sporting a thick beard and shaggy hair, messy most likely from his time running through the wilderness.
“I told you I was coming for you, babygirl.” He comes over to me and hugs me, his giant arms enclosing me.
I blush and look down, his voice an aphrodisiac merely from its gravelly content. I can feel myself melt and my pussy tingle at his touch.
“Are you nervous to see me, baby?”
I nod, unsure of what to say. “I've missed you.”
“I've missed you more than anything.” He leans into me, his thick lips landing on mine. He smells like the forest and his beard is scratchy as he moves it along my face. It's the first kiss my daddy's ever given me that wasn't just a peck on the cheek. This one is lust, not love, his tongue entering my mouth without preamble.
My stomach starts to turn. “Daddy, it's too fast. I'm scared.”
“I'm sorry, baby.” His voice is tender, his words caring, a strange opposition to how I imagined he would act. I was certain he was going to ravish me upon entering my cabin; daddy seemed like he was barely able to control himself over the phone that I was sure he'd take me immediately upon seeing me. It's why I looked out for him all this time: I didn't want to get caught off-guard and frightened.
