tw: dead dove love youve been warned, somno, lots of pet names, plus sized reader.
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"thats it, open up for dad." he grunted, barely above a whisper. nudging the head of his dick at your leaking entrance, only slowy he didnt wanna wake you. you lay on your stomach sound asleep, oblivious to your dad hovering over you. his sweet little girl needed her rest after all. his huge rough hands gently caressing over your warm sleeping form, squeezing at the fat of your thighs, spreading you wider for him, only serving to making him harder.
god, youre gorgeous. he cant believe he had a part in making such a beautiful girl. and now youre all his. dad lazily drags the tip of his dick up and down and through your silky folds, his groans being held at the back of his throat, while he slowly ruts himself over your sweet center your quickly creating more over your warm slick. hes trying to make you as wet as possible making it easier for your dear old dad to slip into you. he works you over until your needy cunt is making happily little smacking noises. thats when he knows you're ready.
when he finally pushes into your pleading hole, it takes everin him not to immediately jackhammer into you but he doesn't he takes it slow head dropping back with a low gravely moan.
"biiiiiig stretch for daddy." he almost fucking whimpers at the feeling of your fluttering walls around him at this point hes panting and sweating when hes finally fully in you balls deep. he stops for a second catching his breath and watching your face.
you're barely aware of the intrusion you only shift momentarily, he presses fully against you. big warm bare beer belly perfect fit against your back his fuzzy stomach and chest tickling you. he starts moving, chapped hot lips leaving wet kisses on your neck and shoulder. his movements in his sweet girl are slowly at first.
"such a perfect daughter." he grunts, "always so tight and ready for your old man." thrusts gaining momentum now, his thighs smacking against your round preachy ass, he'd take a bite if youd let him. your father greedily and wanting, pumping into your pleading cunt, thats what wakes you. murmuring in that sleepy voice that makes him all tight and warm inside. "daddy?"
"yeah sweet thing, im here." his thrusts didn't stop when one hand traveled from your squishy hips to brush any of your curls out of your face so he can kiss you proper. on the cheek, on the nose, and finally on those soft lips. he leans back only a little watching the way the moonlight illuminated your gorgeous face: barely awake and whimpering small moans and whines for his ears only.
"just lay there, baby girl. let daddy relax yeah? had a long day." words whispered into your skin while his free hand went between those thick thighs to rub at your precious clit quick tight circles like you like. your moans get louder needier hands gripping into the sheets your hips roll amd bounce yourself against his. dad always got you off first, said it was gentlemanly.
"thats it baby, cum just for dad." that did it. quick whiny moans left your throat as you shook and trembled under your dad, collapsing onto the soft pillow. soft walls squeezing and pulsating around him, a few more tight grips from your lush hole gets him unloading and groaning into you whispering your praises in that deep rasps. youre glad when he does it, always are. you love feeling full taking it all in, and before you know it your back to sleep.
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happy dead dove December 🕊
an: my writing could definitely be better but I rly lov dad joel and I've been wanting to write forever so here's this :)
Idk if you’re open for requests but think about dad toji fucking daughter reader on the couch while mother is cooking in the kitchen. And Toji whispers sweet nothings in her ears and degrades her as he chokes her so that they don’t get caught. Btw love your fics
cw incest
your back laid flat against the couch. you could hear the noises of your mother cooking some soup for dinner. your mother, oh your poor mother. she didn’t even know that her husband was rutting into you, his own daughter, right on the couch she was just sitting on. you wonder what she’d do if she found out. who would she be mad at? him, you, both?
you never wanted her to find out. which is precisely why you were trying your absolute hardest to keep it down. but it was you sunk your teeth into tojis rough shoulder, but your moans were still so loud, even while muffled :(.
then, he thrusted into you particularly hard, and you yelped. both you and toji froze in fear, in fear of your mothering coming to check what’s happening.
then you heard it– her usually soft voice booming loudly from the kitchen. “everything okay in there?”
you let out a sigh of relief, breathing heavy and steadying your heart rate. until both toji’s hands slid up to your neck, and squeezed. he resumed his pace, right back to fucking you into the couch.
“you want your mom to come in and see this? huh? you wanna get me in trouble or somethin’? dumb bitch..” he whispered under his breath, just loud enough so you could hear him. you opened your mouth to respond, but no words could come out. he was choking you too hard. instead, you just shook your head desperately and brung your hands up to scratch at his wrists.
he scoffed and sped up the pace, being more aggressive now. you definitely made him mad. “what an attention whore,”
he laughed at your pathetically open mouth, but nothing coming out of it. your eyes started to tear up and your throat dried. conveniently– as if he knew, he spit right into your mouth.
his body was pressed tightly against yours, covering your entire self. the head of his cock repeatedly punched against the spongy area inside your pussy. you don’t know if that or the joking was what was making your eyes roll back into your head.
“fffuck— i’m gonna cum, baby, keep being quiet for daddy.” he squeezed his eyes shut as he finished inside of you, not daring to pull out.
his hands released your throat as he sat back up and started putting his pants back on. you gasped for air, hands coming up to rub at your sore throat. finger-shaped marks were already beginning to form around your neck.
toji looked at your squirming body, and then down to were his cum was leaking out of you. “go clean yourself up, this is disgusting. and cover that up before your mother sees it.” he gestured at the bruises forming on your neck, and sat right back down to his previous position, taking a long sip of his beer.
tags: MDNI!!, INCEST, DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT!!, all participants are adults, icky dad, joel is angsty and ashamed, sweet reader, pantie stealing, pantie sniffing, jerking off into panties, cumming into panties, m!masturbation.
summary: you’re oblivious to your dad’s shenanigans with your panties.
filthy, disgusting old pervert.
that’s what joel told himself he was every day for the past year.
he knew it was wrong — hell it was fucking illegal and would probably be viewed as grooming if he ever acted on it.
but god help him, ever since your twentieth birthday, something in his love for you shifted.
raising you alone naturally made your bond a little deeper than the regular father — daughter one. you always were a bit of a different kid. you and him rarely fought and if you did it was always over something small, like you not locking the door when you get back from class when he’s working late — leaving the place open for every tom, dick and harry to break in.
you also never had a “i hate my dad” phase like most teenagers. joel knew even he was guilty for that as a kid.
even down to little things too, like not dropping the “daddy” thing when you were younger and never making that subtle switch to a casual “dad”. even now as an adult you rarely called him dad.
and on your twentieth birthday, it was if the whole world did a 360 on him and the platonic, family, father — daughter love switched.
at first it was small, catching a glimpse of your cleavage in a certain shirt or subtly looking at your ass when you bent to pick something up.
but then it changed to fucking his fist to the thought of you when you showered — water cascading down your tanned shoulders, that sigh you’d let out when you got the temperature of the water just right. maybe even a little needy moment of taking the shower head down and pointing it at your clit.
the afternoon heat clung to joel’s skin along with something a little heavier underlying in his gut. he was upstairs, crouched down on the floor trying to fix the leaky sink in his and yours shared bathroom. he was just fiddling with the water valve hoping for something miraculous to happen, god knew he was no plumber.
but then came your voice, sweet as ever and so damn grown up. “hey, daddy,” you chirped cheerfully. joel backed up from under the sink, turning around on his knees and wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.
he took in your outfit — a pretty, flowy, white skirt paired with a strappy pink top. casual, but no less beautiful.
“hey,” he croaked, standing up with a grunt, his knees aching as he straightened. “ya goin’ somewhere?”
“mhm, just some lunch with the girls,” you replied, your voice then dropping a little mischievous. “i was also wondering if you’d maybe spare me some cash? i don’t get paid till thursday.”
joel huffed dramatically, scratching the back of his neck. “jeeze, i don’t know, baby girl. maybe if ya say pretty please i might — ”
you rolled your eyes with a grin. “daaad.” you whined.
“okay, alright,” he chuckled, reaching into his back pocket. “let’s see what we’ve got here..” joel pulls his wallet out and fishes through the notes section before pulling out a fifty and waving it around. “this’ll cover it?”
you squealed, bounding over to him and pressing a big kiss to his cheek, making him stagger back a little at your eagerness. you took the note off of him, grinning widely. “thanks daddy! love you, I’ll be back around dinner, yeah?”
joel patted your waist awkwardly, nodding as you made your way back towards the door. “i’ll keep ya dinner. enjoy, drive safe.”
“i will!” you called from the hallway.
and then, the thumping of you bounding down the stairs, the jingle of your keys and the slam of the door.
and there he was, left to his own devices.
joel tried to fill the next hour, he really did. he did the dishes, went out to grab something easy for dinner, even tried to spend some time with the damn pet cat you’d pressured him into allowing when you were sixteen.
but it was no use. he was alone, horny and the damn couch just wasn’t comfortable enough, so of course, waddling like a damn duck from the tent in his pants, he made his way up the stairs. nothing a good nap couldn’t fix, right?
but then he walked by your room, and whatever it was, the sight of your open door, the room you’d grown up in, the room that had been your nursery as a baby, something just called him in there.
what he was looking for? he didn’t know. maybe a gun to shut off these disgusting fucking thoughts he was having about his own daughter?
maybe.
joel stepped inside, not even bothering to close the door behind him. your room still looked relatively the same to how it did when you were only thirteen or fourteen, you never really were one for change anyway. the only difference was that you had asked to paint over your pink walls a couples years ago — which he did, all the while pretending it didn’t crush his heart.
he still remembers being that twenty two year old with a newborn baby on his own. still remembers the moment he got that call and found out your mother had gone into labour and given birth to their child, and not even twenty minutes after, she discharged herself from the hospital.
joel and her weren’t even dating when she got pregnant, not really anyway. just two barely-adults fucking around every other week and a baby just happened to be the result when joel so naively believed in the pull method while short on condoms.
at first, it was shock, of course. but after a while of “you’ve ruined y’damn life” talks with his dad and contemplating himself, he found himself loving this unborn child. he tried to keep in contact with your mom — going to all of her appointments with her, even went as far as buying a house for himself out of his savings and setting up a nursery — the nursery in which he painted those very pink walls.
he even offered your mother to stay in the house with him, even if they were just co-parenting. but oh no, she didn’t want that. and joel sort of predicted how this would all end up.
she didn’t want to be a mother, and to be honest, joel couldn’t really blame her. but sometimes looking back on it, he wishes she could have just been up front about it.
sometimes he wonders where she is now. last time he checked, she’d left town pretty much straight away after you were born and seemingly changed her number.
joel took in the now white walls decorated with various posters of movies and shows and bands you were into. admiring the pictures on the walls of you and your friends, the photographs never failing to capture that light in your eyes.
but then reality set back in, and then his eyes focused in on a pile of dirty clothes on the floor at the foot of your bed.
a worn pair of jeans, a bra hung over the knob of drawer and a crumpled pair of panties still attached to the legs of said jeans.
they were cute, a cotton, baby pink pair with a lace, white hem.
and any normal father would just pick them up and toss them in the laundry hamper, take them down stairs and have them washed and in the dryer for the time you got back.
but no, not joel. and at this point, was there really any point of holding back anymore? as sick and perverted as it was, he had silently come to terms with the way he felt about you and maybe, if he just took this pair of panties and had his sinful way with them, maybe it would just get it out of his system a little?
fuck it, what’s the worst that could happen? you wouldn’t be home for at most another half an hour, he could tug one out in that length of time easily.
he let out an exasperated sigh, marching over and picking up the pair and tossing them on your made-up bed while following them back and tugging on the clasp of his belt desperately.
“goddamn it,” he groaned, tugging his belt out of his jeans and tossing it on the floor and pushing his boxers and jeans down at the same time, stepping out of them and climbing onto your bed.
he relaxed against the cushions and took a second to just lay there, bare from the waist down, feeling your soft duvet beneath his ass — your scent was still on your pillowcase, of course. it wasn’t anything particular, just a smell that was solely you.
heat crawled up his spine and ignited his whole being, his cock now even harder than it was before, throbbing a little painfully at the tip, his balls aching for some attention.
it had been so long since anyone had made him feel this way, completely buzzing with arousal. a couple weeks back, he’d ended up resorting to his brother for some help with this predicament he was having — obviously not telling him he was completely folding for his daughter, just making up some bullshit about needing a hookup. and he thought he was right — it had been a while since he’d had a good fuck. sometimes he seemed to forget that you were an adult now and you didn’t need him at home 24/7 and if he did, perhaps want a night out at the bar, he could do that.
but even when he did let himself go back to Jodie’s apartment.. or.. janice’s? shit, he didn’t know, which ever one it was, he just couldn’t let himself enjoy it. and when he did eventually slide into the warm cunt that was jodie-janice’s, it just wasn’t enough and he was quickly pretending it was you he was fucking.
he picked up your panties, the feeling of the cotton in his hand making him feel satisfied and sickened at the same time. he balled the fabric in his hand and took it up to his nose, breathing in that tangy and salty scent of you.
sweet as goddamn honey.
then before he could change his mind, he was bringing his other hand to his mouth, spitting on it and wrapping his fist around his throbbing dick, coating the skin with his saliva.
he massaged his palm up and down his shaft, working the wetness it into his whole length and travelling up to his tip to rub those, pre cum beads in too.
the moan that escaped his lips was borderline embarrassing for his ego. all whiny and breathy, desperate even.
he started to pump his fist, leaving the fabric over his nose while sniffing rapidly. he pictured you in his minds eye — pictured it was you stroking his cock, your small hand pumping him enthusiastically while you giggled and asked if you were doing a good job. “yes baby,” he breathed to the thought of you. “makin’ daddy feel so fuckin’ good.”
he let out a loud groan, his hand starting to move in an almost a poetic, tentative way, a way he’d never do normally while trying to rub one out. suddenly he used his other hand to take your underwear off of his nose, spitting into the fabric twice and wrapping it firmly around his cock.
it was the closest to your cunt he’d ever been and god help him, he was make the fucking most of it. his head tipped back, his neck exposed and flushed as he started to fuck himself with the damp fabric, creaking one eye open to watch the cotton slide up and down his leaking cock.
“fuck, what am i doin’ t’ya, baby girl?” he asked to the empty house, his balls starting to tighten almost uncomfortable as that orgasm built in them. he brought his other hand down, cupping one of his two from the sack and massaging the damp skin in his hand. his wrist started to ache as he fucked himself even faster, racing toward that finish line he craved so deeply right now.
he imagined this was your pussy wrapped around him instead of the stupid panties. he wondered just how tight of a fit it would be when he’d initally slide in. joel didn’t even know if you were a virgin or not — he liked to think you were but god knows he’d done just about everything at your age. the most you’d both ever talked about sex was when you were sixteen and he gave you an excruciatingly awkward chat about the birds and the bees. he figured it was the right thing to do and he wasn’t even sure if you’d gotten that talk in school yet as you’d never told him about it, and of course, you were getting that bit older and he wanted you — if you were having sex to at least be a little educated about the basics.
thank god you’d shut it down two minutes in, groaning about how you “already know, dad” and how “ew, this is so gross”
he felt himself getting hazy and he knew at that moment this release would be huge. he also wondered that if you were to ever let him fuck you, if you’d let him cum inside. you would be in his imagination because whether or not you would in reality, he was cumming into these panties whether he liked it or not.
“fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whined, his eyes squeezing as his hips bucked into his fist, his tip spurting rope after rope of that creamy cum into your underwear, the exact cum that created you.
he’d never felt anything like what he’d just felt there. he hadn’t cum that hard since he was a teenager and wasn’t even aware it was possible to do so now as a fourty three year old man.
thank god the walls weren’t thin, joel thought in his blissed out haze, panties still clutched around his softening cock, leaking with his seed. in fact, he was so blissed out, that he didn’t even hear your car pull into the driveway and only snapped out of it at the sound of the front door opening.
fuck.
he quickly sprang to his feet, nearly tripping over on his ass trying to step into his boxers and jeans and pulling them up in one go over his messy cock. he heard the clink of your keys being dropped in the ceramic dish and thud of your sneakers being kicked off. heat crept up his neck as he bounded toward the bed, quickly grabbing the cum filled underwear and straightening out the pillows on the bed.
then the stairs, slow, relaxed steps climbing up.
“shit,” joel gritted through his teeth, quickly clasping his belt back on and grabbing the remaining dirty clothes off of the floor. then..
“hey, daddy.” your sweet voice came, blessing his ears.
“hi, honey,” he greeted back, hiding the messy panties beneath the jeans and another crumpled shirt. he kept his voice normal but he was face was far from relaxed.
“daddy,” you huffed, walking over to tug the clothes out of his arms. “you know you don’t always have to pick up after me. gimme.”
but he stopped you, hugging the clothes closer to his chest and smiling tightly. “oh, s’okay honey. gives me somethin’ t’do. how was y’lunch?”
you smiled, walking over to your bed and sitting down on the edge. “it was good,” you said, drawing out the last word. “we went back to aubrey’s after. did you make dinner?”
and as if his face couldn’t look any more guiltier, he flushed an even deeper red. “uhh.. no, sorry. was doin’ some housework, completely slipped m’mind. i’ll go and do some now. steak and potatoes okay?”
you swung your feet humming an approved sound. “uh huh. love you.”
joel huffed. “love ya too.” and then he left the room, counting his goddamn lucky sheep.
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Can I get a Daddy and Daughter being caught by uncles and daddy's best friend and the daughter gets fucked by all of them?
They got too into it. They should've known better, it was a Friday and Dad usually invited them over. They are always there so they let themselves in. They didn't expect to find Daddy and daughter fucking on the table. He's pulling her hair and fucking her from behind. She's panting and kicking her legs that don't even touch the floor. There's a damn mess between her legs she's soaked everything under her.
They'd freeze, it's not what it looks like. How can daddy say that when he's pushed all the way into her? She tries to hide her face, the conversation being had is almost muffled. She only gasps when he pulls out and hands spread her open. She enjoys this, he's showing them her mess. How she's basically leaking, her inner thighs shine, the table and floor wet with cum. A hard hit lands on her bottom, pick your head up young lady. She does, she listens so quickly and looks behind to see them.
Ask her anything, Dad takes a seat with his cock exposed and hard. You like when daddy does this to you, sweat pea? Her uncle steps forward and softly grabs her face. Petting her cheek as she looks up at him and nods. With words, I do. I like when daddy does this to me...I asked for it. She admits bashfully at her uncle. You asked him for this? Her uncle's eyes are wide and she nods again her smile getting more confident as she notices him getting hard. I did ask for it, so you like older men? Is that the case, princess? Her dad's best friend basically her other uncle asks. She giggles, I do. You guys know better, you do it the best, and I love you all so why not?
Fuck... He groans and lets his hands fall on her waist. Trailing down to her bottom as she shows it off proudly. This is still- you guys get to have turns whenever you want. Yes please! Please uncles! She giggles and presses herself to his bulge. Fine then... She watches as her uncle starts to undo his belt. He's reluctant but he can't say no to her. You always did get spoiled by us, her dad's best friend says as he undoes his own.
Dad watches as he strokes his cock. His best friend taking his turn first, fucking her in the same position. His daughter gasps, he feels different. All men are different, princess. He doesn't give her a second as he begins to fuck her. When the game is about to start dad pulls her along into the living room. Taps her bottom and nods towards his brother. She smiles as she straddles her uncle's lap. She rides him as the other two watch the game. She watches her uncle try to give in completely but she begs him. Please uncle...aren't I being good for you? You are being good, so good for me sweet pea. He finally moans and grabs her hips to guide her. She's passed around and used by all 3 of them throughout the night.
Sitting on dads lap while tearing up, are you sure? Of course I’m sure, princess! When has dad ever lied to you? He pulls me in closer and kisses my cheek. I know things have been hard so why don’t we start slow? Just like before, he spreads my thighs under the blanket. The room is dark, cold, and the only light comes from the tv. Is that why are are playing the videos? He nods his head, all your favorite icky videos and our own. Show you and remind you how much you loved this with dad. He runs his hands up and running my hands up and down my thighs.
I jolt and whine when he suddenly rubs my lower belly. He laughs, still sensitive as ever. That’s okay, we’ll go slow and dad will take care of everything. What if I don’t get…excited? That’s okay, we can try again next time. He kisses my neck, now watch. They have even posted some new videos you might like. After an hour I finally feel him touch my cunt. Slowly running his fingers all over it, i whine. I’m not as wet as other times but I like this. I like being close to dad. Shh, it’s okay. We’ll take our time, we have all night. He rubs my clit every once in a while dips his fingers down to collect more wetness.
What could be hours pass until I’m squirming. Finally that feeling in me is back, he laughs. It’s confident and proud, there my girl. I pant as he pulls his fingers away, dad… I was so- I know, I know…so close after a long time but not now. My hips jolt as he taps my clit, let’s keep you dancing on that feeling for a while longer. He goes back to rubbing my clit, every time I’m so close he pulls away. I’m panting and grabbing onto his shirt, it had been so long. Thank you, i sniffle as he edges me again. The pleasure and lead up was so good I didn’t know if actually wanted to cum. I was nervous about not getting this again, I’m always here for my baby. Even if it takes hours, he nips my head and stays close. And when I finally let you cum…I’m gonna test if we can do another…and another, and another.
I shiver at the thought, I don’t think- we’ll try. If we can’t that’s okay but I’m going to make sure it digs into that pretty brain. My daughter should never forget how good she can feel. He’s back to rubbing my clit, my legs shake. If she can’t do it herself dad is always her for her, I stop gripping his shirt and tap his chest signaling I’m close but he doesn’t stop. Dad, I whine panicked as I try to close my legs. Even if I have to force her into it and force it out of her, his voice deepens in my ear. My eyes roll back and I choke up as I cum. See? I knew you could, just needed some good dad guidance. I’m shaking as I curl up into his lap, thank you. I stutter over and over again as I cling onto him.
Sometimes I imagine a daddy (40-55) slipping into my bed at night and pulling up my nightgown to touch and lick my pretty cunnie. Would probably get me wet subconsciously to the point where i’d moan in my sleep. Once he’s decided I'm wet enough he’ll take his cock out and start jerking off, once he cums he’ll rub his cum all over my face like lotion. By that time I’d probably wake up and realize that I'm being assaulted, he would grab my neck and whisper sweet nothings while entering me. Knowing me I’d probably cry and or whimper but I wouldn't scream. He’d fuck me roughly while praising me telling me that “Im such a good girl for taking his cock and to just relax that sweet little body of mines…” and fill me up to the brim, I would orgasm about 5 times by the end of it. Once he thinks that I'm too full to continue he’ll make me cockwarm him and again knowing me I would most likely fall asleep. He would pull out and quickly put a pussy plug in me to keep all that warm cum inside me. His cock would be so messy so by default he would clean it off on my lips and before he leaves he would write a note saying…
“Thank you for keeping your window open but I would prefer you keep the front door unlocked, if not then leave me the key to your front door, either way I’ll manage to get in next time.”
its just a small trip to the coast for the weekend. just you, me, and the open road for hours. you honestly couldnt wait to get me alone, to have me all to yourself. take me to a town where no one recognizes us, where no one knows that you’re my father, so that you can treat me like any man would treat their lover. sliding your hand down from my back to cup my ass as we walk, taking us to nice restaurants and slipping your fingers between my thighs as i try to order by myself… all lovely thoughts that ran through your mind as you were planning this daddy-daughter trip.
now, however, your patience is wearing thin. i’ve been a brat all day; couldn’t decide what to wear, didn’t want to eat breakfast, hadn’t done my packing. all of this culminated in us being late hitting the road. i’ve also had to make us stop to use the restroom at every chance i get, delaying us even further. i’m sitting in the passenger seat, arms crossed and pouting as i look out the window. you’re focused on the road, trying not to think about how badly you just want to hurt me. to make me cry and beg you to stop hurting me, please stop, i’ll be good… you shake your head and re-focus on the road.
“are we there yet?” i turn towards you, still with that bratty attitude.
“no, babydoll. we aren’t there yet. see how we’re still on the road?”
“can’t you go any faster? i’m tired and i’m hungry and my legs hurt and i gotta pee again!” you feel your grip on the steering wheel tighten.
“if we hadn’t had to stop every ten minutes, we would be there by now.”
“well!! i really had to go!!”
“i’m getting very sick of this attitude of yours, young lady.”
“so?!”
“….so. cut it out.”
“make me!! you’re not the boss of me, i’m a big girl!”
that’s it. you spot an exit on the highway that seems secluded and take it.
i shift in my seat a little, suddenly nervous. “this isnt the way to the beach!”
“you’re right. it isnt.” you find a spot for the car to pull off, away from the road. we park.
“i wanna go to the beach!” you cannot take any more. my attitude needs to be fixed. in one movement, you unbuckle my seatbelt and throw me over the center console of the car. my skirt is hiked up and you can see my cute little panties. i try to move my arms but you pin them to my back as you position yourself behind me.
“and i want a daughter who isnt such a fucking brat.” you smack my ass, making me whine. “who will be grateful that we’re even going on a trip.” another smack. “a daughter who doesn’t pout and throw a tantrum when she doesn’t get her way.” smack smack. all your frustration you’ve built up over the course of the day is being taken out on my little ass. you grab my underwear and pull it up to reveal more of my cheeks, which are getting redder and redder with each hit. you just can’t stop yourself.
“d-dad—!” tears well up in my eyes, my voice quivering.
“oh, don’t start fucking crying now. you’ve made daddy very upset, and as an apology, you’re gonna stay right there and let me work out all this frustration.” you punctuate your sentence with another hard smack that makes me sob. “what did i just say, huh?” smack smack. “shut the fuck up.” you slide the fabric to the side, allowing you to touch my bare pussy. “god, you’re wet. you actually like this, don’t you? you sick little girl. you love how your dad rapes you when you don’t behave.”
you take your cock out of your pants and shove it deep inside me. “is this what you’ve wanted, huh?” you groan as you feel my little pussy stretch around you. “is this why you’ve been such a little cunt today? all you wanted was daddy’s cock? you coulda just asked, sweetheart.” you finish each sentence with a thrust that makes me cry. you let go of my arms and grab a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back as you fuck me faster and deeper.
“d-daddy s-stop—!” you jerk my head back even farther to silence me.
“i don’t want to— ghn… fucking hear it. i dont wanna hear anything come out of that pretty mouth of yours besides the words ‘thank you, daddy’, because i’m finally giving you what y-you wanted.” you slide yourself out of me fully before slamming back inside, to the hilt. “your father’s cock.”
i can’t stop crying as i brace my hands against the backseat. i keep looking around for anyone, another car, a hitchhiker, anyone who would be able to save me. you were smart though. we’re alone, and i am at your mercy. i can do nothing but beg you to stop. you’re so much bigger than i am, so much stronger. i’m helpless.
“go ahead, baby. scream for help. make it convincing.” you lean down to bite my neck harshly. “you don’t want anyone to know that you love this.” the pace of your thrusts picks up in a primal way, like your body can’t help but fuck me harder, deeper. you feel my already tight pussy get even tighter and you can’t help but laugh. “y-you especially don’t want people to know that you’re about to cum on your father’s cock.” you reach a hand around to rub my clit. my hips wiggle as i try to keep myself from reaching that peak, but you’re persistent. “thaaats it, sweetheart. let it go, don’t hold back. cum on my cock, baby.”
you feel me clench and spasm around you as i cry out. i’m sobbing at this point, collapsed beneath you as you continue to pound my young cunt. i cant even form a single word, much less an actual cry for help. i’m just too numb.
“t-that’s my girl. gooood girl.” you press a kiss to my neck, where the bite mark you left is starting to bleed a bit. “that’s my good little doll.” your pace stutters as you feel your own orgasm coming. “g-god, you feel so good when you clench like that.” your fingers on my clit speed up. “do it again for daddy. c-cum for daddy one more time, a-and i’ll be all done, okay?”
i cant even cry anymore, instead just breathlessly whine as you keep your pace. my thighs start to tremble as i brainlessly fall into cumming again. as my little cunt flexes around your cock again, you feel yourself let go too. you lean forward and growl in my ear as you empty yourself deep inside your daughter’s pussy. you lay there for a moment, panting as you catch your breath. you slowly slide out of me with a hiss and readjust yourself in your pants. you settle down in the driver seat and pat my sore ass, making me twitch. you laugh a little to yourself.
“cmon, doll. get yourself cleaned up. we’re still an hour away from the beach, and if we get there after dark, it’ll be your ass.”
Memory Lapse. Lifting her ponytail, the technician plugs a cord into the base of her skull. “Try to relax, okay? I’m just going to start by indexing your memories.” The girl fidgets in her chair, nervous about the invasive procedure. She tries to make small talk as he scans through everything she remembers of her childhood. “So, uh, who usually gets this done?”
“Eh, you’d be surprised. Sure, people use it to forget traumatic events. The majority are contractors. Corpo types fulfilling their NDAs.” The technician’s eyes flicker as he watches her teenage years fast forward. His patient squirms, all too familiar with what comes next. He watches her birthday party through her memories. The group of men holding her down, the smell of stale synthetic alcohol as they each force their way inside of her.
He’s seen it all. Keeping his bedside manner is no issue. A calming, sympathetic smile. “Is that what you’d like to have removed?” She bites her tongue, scared to ask. All the girl can muster is a shake of her head. “No? Something else?” Looking the technician dead in the eyes, she speaks.
“Everything else.”
The man raises an eyebrow. “You want me to remove… all of your memories… except for that one…?” Her nails dig into the chair. She gets defensive. “If you have a problem with that, I can go somewhere else!” He sighs. “It’s your decision. But I can’t remove everything at once. It’ll take a lot of sessions.” The girl relaxes. Still feisty, she huffs at the technician. “Well, get started then.”
Checking over the rude woman’s memories one more time, he configures his program. “I’m going to leave some basic stuff until the very end. How to walk, speak, eat, use transit, things like that. We’ll start with the broad strokes, and refine it from there.” She leans back in the chair. “When you wake up, you’ll feel like it was just a dream…”
The patient talks in her sleep. A common side effect of the procedure. Incoherent ramblings mixed with deep secrets. When he erases a piece, she stops and stutters and starts again. The girl is limp and dazed as he finishes their first session. He unplugs the cord from the back of her head and rests his hand on her shoulder.
“Do you remember me?” He asks. She stares up at him. “You’re a memory technician… I don’t remember your name…” The man smiles and nods. “Okay, good. What day is it?” The girl looks down at his feet. “I… don’t know…” He smiles again. “Perfect. Looks like our procedure went well. Come back here tomorrow.”
A rare trickle of sunlight drifts through the smog. Looking out from the four-hundredth floor window, the technician watches the light crawl across the sprawling city off into the horizon. His patient is late. When she stumbles into his office, she seems lost and confused. “Everything alright?” He asks, steadying the swaying girl.
“Yeah… I just, uh, forgot how to pay for the train… someone had to teach me.” The man strokes her back. “You forgot how to pay for things? How are you going to pay me for my work, then?” She looks confused. He grips the back of her neck. “Here, get down on your knees. You can pay up front.” Sinking to the ground, the girl opens her mouth. She remembers what she needs to.
Taking his cock in her throat, she bobs her head slowly. The technician holds her ponytail and pushes himself deep. Choking and sucking and trying to breathe through her nose, a long strand of drool escapes her lips and down the front of her shirt. “I can delete this for you too.” He grins as he facefucks her. Slipping his cock out from her open mouth, she jacks him off with both hands. “Uh… no… I’ll keep this…”
Seated in her chair, the man plugs the cord back into her head. Her face is covered in his cum. Loading up the program, he sits down next to her. “We have a small problem. You need at least some memories. I can’t take out more until you make some more.” A flash of her old personality comes through in an impatient huff. “That’ll take too long, is there something else you can do?”
“In theory… I can replace them. I have old ones saved from other people. You’ll think they’re yours.” The girl touches her face, feeling the sticky mess he left on her. “…what kind of memories are they…?” He puts his hand on her thigh. “I’ve got some pretty bad ones. Really messed up stuff. Would you like those?” She lays her hand on his. “…yeah…”
Unconscious, the girl twitches in the chair. Her mouth hangs open, saliva and cum running down from the corner of her lips. The technician uploads a personal selection of memories. Once forgotten, they find new life in the young girl’s mind. Her body convulses as he inserts a particularly vile one. He puts his hand down her pants as the program deletes more of her old life.
She’s almost two hours late for her next session. The man waits, hoping she’ll show. When the girl does, her airy expression is almost blank. “What happened to you?” He asks, looking at her ripped clothes under her jacket. “Some guy used me, just normal stuff.” The young lady responds with a giggle. Her panties are missing and her shirt is hanging on by a thread. The technician feels a pang of jealousy.
Groping her tits, he guides the girl to her chair. A dildo sits on the seat, waiting for her. “I’m worried about you. I’m going to microchip you, so I can keep track of where you are. Know you’re safe.” She doesn’t really understand. “Uh, yeah, whatever.” Annoyed, the technician guides her pussy onto the thick dildo. “Looks like you’re still a bit of a brat. Hopefully I can get rid of that this session.”
The girl passes out as the program starts to run. A subdermal injection lets him see her location at any time. He listens to her mumbling as more of her mundane memories are removed. The man runs his hand over her smooth, full pussy as he decides on what to replace them with. A few years from a sex worker at a cheap brothel will suffice. She lets out a soft moan as she remembers one of her regulars taking out his frustrations on her.
Staring out the window, she looks completely lost. “Do you remember me?” He asks, resting his hand on her ass. “Uh… you… you’ve been helping me?” The technician shrugs. “Close enough. You still need to pay.” She remembers that. Bending over at the waist, the girl grinds her bum into his crotch. Unbuckling his belt, he rubs the head of his cock against her bare pussy before lifting it a bit higher.
A grunt and he pushes his cock halfway into her ass. Thinking back across her sexual history, the technician realizes he’s the first to take her there. She’d remember things differently now, but he knew the truth. Working himself deeper, the girl gasps. “…thank you…” Her voice is a breathless, ragged whisper. His cock twitches inside of her tight hole. “…thank you for helping me…”
Grabbing her hips, the technician thrusts hard into his patient. She squeals and giggles. It’s normal for her, now. Pressing her hands against the glass, she pushes back into him. “…thank you thank you thank you…” Gripping onto her ponytail, he pulls her head back towards him. Kissing her neck, groping her tits, fucking her ass. The feral technician ruts into her. “So good…”
“…I’m good…” Her ditzy smile makes his cock ache. A smack on her bare tits makes her laugh. It’s infectious. Overcome with zeal, he laughs with her. A careful push to the floor and he mounts her bum. Driving all his weight into the helpless girl, she keeps her hips high so he can force himself all the way inside.
“Squeeze tight.” He orders. She responds immediately, clenching her ass around his cock. His hand presses against the plug on the back of her head. The other hand pushes her cheeks open wider. “Squeeze tighter.” The technician orders again. She obeys. Her stupid smile glistens in the fading light from the window. “More, you dumb slut.” Thrusting harder and faster, he finishes deep in her bum.
“…thank you…” The girl mumbles as they lie together on the floor. Light pollution fills the small office. “What do I do now…?” Easing himself out of her, the man stands. “Back to the chair for you. We have more work to do.”
She stumbles as he guides her back to her seat. He makes her sit her ass on the dildo. The girl lets out a sigh of relief as it pushes inside of her. The technician plugs in the cord. A quick search of his desk and he returns with a vibrator. “Spread your legs.” He grunts. She opens them wide, letting her calves hang off the armrests. Pushing the toy inside, the girl’s face lights up as he turns it on.
“I thought we were done for the day.” She rubs her clit as he boots up the program. “Not yet. I need to delete something. And add a little more.” The girl smiles at him and plays with her nipples. “Can we fuck again?” He codes a special memory, something deep. “After. We’ll do this first.”
“But I wanna fuck now… fuck my ass like that again… c’mon…” Her voice fades as he sends her into unconsciousness. “Still a brat.” The technician mumbles to himself. “Why can I not get rid of that.” He searches her memory. Finding his target, he deletes it quickly. A few moments later and he uploads his final replacement. The vibrator hums as he waits for the transfer to complete.
The girl stirs again. He stands over her in the dark office. As soon as she wakes, she starts to rub. Squeezing her cheeks, the man forces her to look up at him.
“Do you remember me?”
The girl bursts into laughter. “Of course I remember you!” Her hips rock up and down, working the dildo in and out of her ass.
“I belong to you!”
The technician grins. He kisses her. She moans and rubs and grinds and lets his tongue play with hers. “Can we fuck now? Please? Fuck your property? Really rough. Fuck me up. Please?” A gentle hand holds her by the ponytail and leads her off the chair. “Not yet. I’m going to take you home first.” The girl pouts. “Ugh… Wanna get fucked right now…” He lets out a defeated sigh. “Still a little bratty, I guess.”
Kneeling on the floor, she tries to suck his cock. He fends off the mindless girl. “Home first. Then I’ll ruin you.” She looks confused. “I don’t remember home.” The technician unplugs the cord. “You haven’t been there before. It’s your new home.” The girl nuzzles her face into his crotch. “And that’s where I get fucked?” He quickly cleans up the mess she left on the chair. “Yes.”
“One last thing. Walk over there and get your jacket.” He points to her clothes lying near the door. The girl almost tries to stand. Like a newborn fawn, she crawls to the jacket. “Why did you crawl? Why didn’t you walk?” He asks, following behind her closely. “I dunno how to do that… can we fuck…?” The technician smiles and helps her cover up.
“Are we there yet?” Pouting, the girl sits in the passenger seat. “For the last time. You will know when we get there. Because we will have arrived.” Her father responds, exasperated by his bratty daughter. She huffs and flips her hair, staring out the window at the gorgeous vista. Vast mountains, endless forests, lakes and rivers carving through the landscape. “I’m borrrred…”
“Play on your phone then.” The man is close to the edge. “There’s no service out here…” Her whining grates against his brain. “Go to sleep then.” Another bratty eye roll. “Whatever…” A few minutes of peace settle in as the girl picks at her long nails.
“Are we there yet?” She asks again. “Why yes, sweetie. We are here. You can stop complaining now.” Sarcasm drips from every pore. “Ugh, no we’re not. Dad, my butt is numb.” His eye twitches. “I swear to God, I will pull this car over.” The girl makes her displeasure known with a few annoyed noises. A few more minutes of serenity.
“Are we there yet?” “That’s it. That’s fucking it.” The man turns the wheel, bringing the car to a stop on the roadside. Turning off the engine, he gets out and slams the car door closed behind him. She watches her dad walk around to her side and open the door. “Get out.” He orders. “Why are we stopping here? Don’t you want to keep driving…?”
Dragged by the wrist, he leads her into the forest and shoves her up against a tree. “OW! Dad! Cut it out! What are you doing!?” She protests as he pulls up her skirt. “I’m sick of your whining. Oh? Your ass is numb? Huh?” Her pink thong is yanked down her thighs. A hard slap across her bare ass. “Daddy! Ow! Ah~!” He spanks his daughter’s bum until it’s as pink as her thong.
“You little brat.” The man grips her shoulder as he undoes his belt. Her flushed ass hangs out of her skirt. He smacks his hard cock against it and thrusts into her wet pussy. “AH! Dad! Stop it! Ugh! Gross!” Immediately rough, he drives his thick shaft into his daughter’s tight hole. She squirms, unable to escape the harsh grip on each shoulder.
“Dadddddy! No! This is so weird!” The girl whimpers. “Don’t stick it in there… mmph!” He pushes his fingers into her mouth and fucks his little girl faster. Her legs tremble as her father ruts into her. Wet spit coats his fingers. Wet cum coats his cock. She’s slippery enough to take his mean, rough handling. “mmphphmmmm <3” The girl’s whimpers get softer.
His wet fingers are pulled from her mouth and shoved between her legs. Year of experience show as he rubs her clit as he breaks in his bent-over girl. “Oh… uhhh…” Those long fake nails scratch against the natural bark. “Oh – ah… dadddyyy…” Suddenly, the combined sensations of his cock and his fingers start to overwhelm her. The shrill sounds of her orgasm scares a deer.
“Fuck… uh… daddy…” She whines, a different tone from earlier. Her dad doesn’t let up, forcibly smacking his hips into her ass and rubbing her sensitive clit. “I didn’t raise you to be a bratty bitch.” He slaps her ass, reaching under her shirt and pulling it up and off her head. She feels the tree’s moss tickle her nipples as he shoves her back against the tree. She feels him thumping deep inside her. She feels herself cum again.
Kneeling in the grass, the girl has keeled over. Bent over like a dog, she can see her dad’s cock ramming her smooth pussy. Her cum soaks her thighs. The man grabs each of her marked up asscheeks and thrusts faster. “Enough… daddy… enough…” She drools on the tree as her cunt drools on the grass. “please…” The first time he’s heard that word all day. It only makes him fuck her harder. She kicks her feet into the ground, cumming again.
Stomach flat against the earth, the overstimulated girl tries to push her dad off her. Her words are a senseless mess, just like her body. “We’re not done yet, miss.” The man spits on her ass and pulls his slick cock from her shaved pussy. “nuhhh… ah…” He feels his daughter tense up, then relax. “Oh… yessss…”
She peers over her shoulder, looking up at the man who raised her. Her eyes follow down his body to his cock buried in her asshole. “Fuck, daddy…” The girl keeps whining. “I’m gonna cum really hard if you do that…” A hard push from the man and she twitches. “Already came so much, dad… Can’t do any more…” His balls rest on her cunt.
A grunt and he resumes his fast, rough pace. She squeals, then moans. A faint sob and a manic giggle. A strong hand on each shoulder and he runs his dick deep into his daughter’s willing asshole. Each spank against her bare cheeks makes her whines pitch higher. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh…” She bucks and screams as she cums from her dad’s anal fucking.
She giggles and whines and kicks her feet. Every time she tries to push him off, he shoves her face into the soft moss. He spanks her as he uses her bum. The fast strokes of his cock make her cum again, for the fifth time. Finally, dazed and exhausted, the girl stops her whining.
The man pulls his cock from her ass. Zipping up his pants, he helps his daughter to her feet. She’s wobbly. Brushing off a bit of dirt, she puts her shirt back on. “You’re not going to cum…?” His daughter looks up at him, confused. “I just wanted to shut you up.” The girl pouts as they walk back to the car. “Maybe I can suck you off while you drive… you know, if I get bored…”
His little girl snores in the passenger seat. The man enjoys the scenic drive. He rests his hand on her thigh as he follows the winding road through the mountains. As the sun sets, he pulls into a motel. Leaving her to rest a bit more, he gets them a room.
a quick little story for halloween. edits will be made later, i know that they’re there. use lube and don’t take this story super seriously because it’s just porn.
tw: incest
Zaria shimmied her hips back and forth as she tugged the body suit up her thighs and over her ass. She took a deep breath sucking in her stomach so she could pull up the zip. She grunted stretching her arms behind her as she tried to tug the zipper up between her shoulder blades. Fuck. She just couldn’t quite get it up. She released the zip and felt it slowly inch back down her spine, unzipping itself. She was never going to borrow clothes from Abigail again. She had known that it was going to be a little small but Abigail had sworn that it wouldn’t matter, that the fabric was stretchy enough to make up the difference. Looking at herself in the mirror, Zaria was not confident that this was the case. She popped her head out of her room and yelled down the hall to her father.
“Daddy! Can you come help me?”
She waited a moment, listening for the tale tell sign of his footsteps. Confident that he was on his way to help, she returned to her bedroom, wandering around it while she dealt with other aspects of her costume. The ears were easy. The headband that they sat on was a little flimsy but with some extra bobby pins, she felt confident that they were on firmly. Next, she pulled on her tights, clipping them to the bottom of the bodysuit so they wouldn’t fall during the evening.
“What’s up baby? What do you need me to do?”
She turned her head from her task to her father, who stood in the doorway of her room. She stood up straight and turned around so he could see the unzipped body suit.
“Can you zip me, please?”
He walked up behind her and reached down to grab her costume. She shuddered when his warm fingers brushed against her bare skin.
“Where are you going in this get up?” He asked her.
She didn’t know because she couldn’t see his face but his eyes were firmly locked on her fat ass. Just looking at her was making his cock hard. The body suit was cut high in the thigh showing off a fair amount of ass cheek. With the cut and material, he doubted that she could even wear underwear with such a get up. All he would have to do is move the gusset of her bodysuit and her little pussy would be right there for him to have.
“Jenny’s party,” she replied. “I wasn’t sure that I was going to go but Abigail let me borrow a costume so I figured why not.”
“What are you suppose to be?”
She scoffed, looking at him in disbelief. She stepped away giving him a spin so he could see her whole costume. His eyes scanned her frame but the only thing he really noticed was the way the bodysuit cupped her tits, molded to her soft stomach and puffy pussy lips. She looked like sex on legs. It was difficult reconciling his mental image of his sweet daughter with the sex pot who stood before him.
“I’m a playboy bunny, duh! I know you’re old but you have to know what a playboy bunny is.”
“Okay, okay,” he said with a laugh. “I think, I see it. I didn’t notice the ears at first. But where’s your tail?”
Her face reddened and she pointed to a lump wrapped in plastic on the bed. He went over to it and pulled it out out of the wrapping, revealing a cotton tail attached to a metal but plug. He groaned as he looked at it. Imaging the little cotton puff between Zaria’s ass cheeks, her tight hole stretched by the plug struggling to accompany its girth.
“Abigail told me that it hasn’t never been used,” Zaria told him shyly, misinterpreting his reaction.
“Do you want me to help you put it on,” he asked her, voice suddenly low and husky.
“Would that be okay?” She asked, her eyes flicking between the tail plug in his hand and her father’s face.
“Of course,” he told her. “Anything for my precious bunny. Come here.”
She walked towards him and he lightly grabbed her by the shoulder, moving her so that she was bent over his lap. He held the plug in front of her lips.
“Suck.”
Dutifully, she leaned forward and took the cool metal object into her mouth, coating it in a healthy amount of spit. She swirled her tongue around the tip and he could easily imagine how her hot tongue would be on his cock. While she lavished the plug with attention, her father tugged the gusset of her bodysuit to the side exposing her holes to his gaze. It was as he expected. His babygirl was completely bare underneath the costume and she had been shaved smooth to boot. He rubbed her pussy lips with his fingers, eliciting a soft moan from Zaria’s lips.
“You’ve got some real pretty holes, baby,” he told her, circling her asshole with his index finger.
“You like them, daddy?” She asked him, wiggling her ass for him.
“Daddy loves them. Here,” he said, grabbing her hand and placing it on his hardened cock. “See? You’ve gone and got Daddy’s cock all hard. You’re gonna help me take care of this, right.”
“Yes, daddy,” she said.
Lightly, she stroked him through his pants. His cock felt huge underneath her fingers. While she touched him, he played with her holes,teasing her ass and cunt. His fingers dipped into her wet cunt, spreading her juices over her clit and asshole. She moaned under him, rocking her hips against him trying to force his fingers deeper into her eager cunt. Gently, he took the plug from her mouth and brought it to her ass hole. He teased her back hole with the pointed edge of plug. Slowly, he pushed it into her ass, marveling as it stretched and stretched to accommodate the girth of the plug. He watched her toes curl as she took more and more of the plug. She gasped and whined. She felt so full. There was no way she could take anymore.
“Relax, baby,” he hold his daughter as he continued to work the plug into her hole. “Relax.”
She took a deep breath, shoulders dropping, as she tried to force herself to relax.
“That’s it,” he cooed at her. “That’s my good girl.”
Finally, he had pushed the widest part into her ass and the rest was quickly sucked into her hole until the only thing left was the cute little tail that poked out from between her ass cheeks. He tugged on the end of it, fucking her ass with the plug. Zaria moaned, rocking her ass back against the plug. It wasn’t enough. She wanted more. During this process, her cunt had gotten wetter and wetter. He could easily see the glossy sheen of her juices on the puffy lips of her pussy. Her cunt looked delicious to him, juicy and ripe for the taking.
“Mhmm, thank you daddy,” she told him.
“Get up,” he replied. “Let me get a good look at you.”
She hopped off of his lap and he pulled his cock out of his pants, running his hand lightly down the shaft. She stood before him and bent over, showing off her holes for her daddy while he stroked himself. She shook her ass and he watched her flesh jiggle. He couldn’t wait to have her on his cock. She ran her hand over her cunt, spreading her slick lips open with her fingers. She rubbed her fingers up and down, coating her fingers in her juices. She brought her slick fingers to her lips and sucked on her fingers. She brought her hand back down to her cunt, moaning softly as her fingers brushed against the sensitive bud of her clit.
Suddenly unable to stand it, he quickly stood up and positioned the bulbous head of his cock against her cunt. With his hands firmly on her hips, he slowly pushed his cock into her waiting cunt.
“Oh!” she exclaimed.
He filled her completely, forcing his thick cock into her tight channel. She moaned underneath him as she felt her cunt stretch to take her daddy’s cock. He was so much bigger then the dildos that she kept at the bottom of her underwear drawer.
He didn’t give her much time to adjust to his girth, just quickly began to thrust into her pussy. She was so tight, made even more so the presence of the plug in her ass. He loved it, love watching her little bunny ears bounce with each of his thrusts. Her costume, already ill fitting, was unable to stand the extra jostling and unzipped. Her tits spilled out of her top. Every bit of her jiggled and he adored it, loved watching her ass and tits move as he fucked her. He loved the feeling of her plush thighs and hips. He gripped her tightly, fingers making divots into her soft flesh. He just kept thrusting. He couldn’t get enough of her, the feeling of her cunt wrapped like a velvet vice around him or the beautiful sounds of her voice as she moaned and begged beneath him.
“More, daddy. More,” she wailed, as she rubbed her clit. “Fuck me harder.”
“So good, baby,” he told her, panting. “You take daddy’s cock so good.”
He let go of one of her hips and gripped the tail, fucking her with the plug while he roughly thrust into her. He felt her orgasm approaching, her cunt massaging his cock with each twitch. Suddenly, her back went ramrod straight and then her legs began to shake, as her orgasm overwhelmed her.
“That’s it, baby. Cum on daddy’s cock. That’s a good girl. Don’t stop. Keep rubbing your clit for daddy.”
“Ah, ah, ah!” she exclaimed, unable to speak as she endured wave after wave of pleasure.
“Shit!” her father grunted as he came. His pushed his cock in deep and released his milky load into her cunt.
He stilled, breathing hard as he came down from his orgasm. Zaria panted beneath him. He pulled his softening cock out of her cunt. He watched as his cum slowly dribbled out of her hole, darkening the fabric of her costume. With his index finger, he gathered up his cum and pushed it back into her cunt. He had left a creamy mess between her legs, pussy covered in his cum and her own cream. Looking at her was making him hard all over again. He don’t know when she had grabbed it but Zaria was looking at her phone and texting furiously.
“Everything okay, baby?”
“Jenny’s parents came back early so the parties canceled,” she told him, eyes still glued to her phone.
“Oh! I’m sorry about that,” he said, voice apologetic. In the midst of fucking her, he had forgotten all about the party - he’d forgotten about basically everything that wasn’t the feeling of her cunt, tight, hot and perfect around him.
“It’s okay,” she said, voice unusually chipper given the situation. “It just means i get to spend more time playing with you, daddy.”
She stood up, tossed her phone onto her bed, and clambered onto her dad’s lap. Surprised and confused, he reached for her, kneading the flesh of her ass cheeks with his hands. She grabbed his cock and positioned it at her entrance. Slowly she sunk down on it, taking inch after inch of his cock into her cunt. When she had taken him completely, they groaned, voices blending together into one sound. Slowly, she started to work herself up and down on his dick. He was deeply pleased by the new view and he dipped his head forward, taking one of her nipples into his mouth.
“I love your cock, daddy,” she told him as she bounced on his cock. “It feels so good stretching out my little pussy.”
“Baby, you can ride daddy’s cock as much as you want.”
“Daddy?” Rebecca asked a third time. She watched his hand raise, and the fingers of his glove reach up, and using the red claws that were painted red to imitate blood, he poked at her nipple through her top. Her breath was shaking as she watched him flick her nipple, rubbing it through her top and then quickly grabbing her top and yanking it down hard, Rebecca heard a rip in the fabric. She gasped and moved back further on the bed to get away.
“Daddy what are you doing?!” She shrieked and turned over to crawl over to the other side of the bed, and he grabbed her ankles pulling her hard , landing her flat on her stomach and pulling her back towards him, her legs wiggling as she tried to crawl.
“Daddy! I’m sorry!” Rebecca cried as she felt two glove covered hands grab her hips and pull her to the edge of the bed, her feet now on he floor, but her feet still kicking backwards as he reached down pushed one of the rubber fingers of his glove into her.
“Daddy no!” Rebecca screamed and jolted upwards, crawling across the bed. He grabbed her ankles again, yanking her back and shoving the finger back inside her. He watched the rubber finger disappear inside of her over and over as she laid squirming on the bed, he couldnt help but ram his finger up into her harder, the finger of he glove extending deeper inside her than his own finger ever could. He watched it come out covered in her juice and pushed it back in with a growl, fucking her hard with his finger as she begged him to stop.
As he quickly undid his pants, Rebecca watching in horror as his pants fell to the floor, watching her fathers hard prick free itself, his belly protruding over it, and her father get up onto of the bed quickly, and on top of her.
“Daddy, No!” Rebecca screamed. “Daddy stop!” she said pushing against his hairy chest, trying to push a a man more than twice her weight off of her.
“Stop it!” she said as she felt his cock grind against her pussy, , his hands holding her forcefully at her waist as he tried to put himself inside her.
“STOP!” Rebecca screamed again, her legs kicking, her eyes bugging as her fathers hand reached up and she felt the glove grip her throat and squeeze. Her hand flying to his forearm as he held her throat , he watched her eyes bulge as he thrust himself into her.
Rebecca choked on her screams, and he lifted his hand from her throat as he started to fuck her hard and fast.
“Daddy no!” she said pushing at his chest again, her palms pressed flat against his chest as his body hovered over hers, his big belly rubbing againt the corset of her costume.
“YES” he growled.
“No daddy!” she screamed as he continued to violate her, and take exactly what he wanted. He’d been thinking about it all night, after catching her on the hood of his car, taking dick like a whore. And as he drank more and more that night during the party, he found it harder and harder to understand why he couldn’t take advantage of her too. Why should he not be able to fuck his daughter if she was such the little whore. Especially after seeing her plump cunt lips between her thighs when she had bent over in front him.
“YES” he growled again and leaned down, sticking his tongue through the mouth hole in his mask he dragged his tongue over one of her nipples. Rebecca pushed his head away and grabbed his mask ripping it off his head. And she wished she hadnt because the face beneath it was far scarier than the mask. She looked at her father who’d looked like hed been possesed as he grinned at her , he looked evil, as his dick filled her pussy, harder, faster. He laughed maniacally and ripped the gloves from his hands.
“You little fucking slut.” he growled. “I know you want to share your naughty little cunt with Daddy.” he snarled as he kept fucking her.
Rebecca was scared now, watching her fathers face as he fucked her. Her hand pressed against his sweaty, and hairy chest, as the sweat began to drip from his face onto her.
Rebecca laid still, letting her body be used, and felt him jolt her body each time he thrust into her. Her tits shaking on her chest, his mouth sunk into the flesh of her breast, he bit her nipple hard and pulled it. Rebecca snapped out of it and shrieked.
“Daddy!” she yelled.
“You like that baby?” “You like the big bad wolf biting on your hard little nipples?” he groaned and did it again. Rebecca yelped as she looked at him. His face had softened, even though it was still grinning, it wasnt as scary now.
“No Daddy, stop” Rebecca said, pushing her hands hard against him.
“You dont want the big bad wolf to stop baby.. I know you dont. ” he said as his cock pushed deep up into her cunt. “You want the big bad wolf to mate with you.” he smiled devilishly and his belly bounced on her each time he thrust into her. “Spread your little legs, red riding hood, let the big bad wolf fuck your little pink pussy, let him breed your little cunt.”
Rebeccas legs spread wider and her father groaned at her compliance to his request and moaned. “Yes baby, yes…I know you like it…daddys big bad dick inside you.” he said his face over hers, and the smell of beer on his breath being pushed up through her nose.
“Daddy..” Rebecca moaned slightly, as she looked into his eyes, his were filled with a wild lust for his little girl, and a grin on his face that refused to go away, her eyes filled with fear, no longer fear for of him, but fear of herself enjoying it. Which, she was, whether she could admit it or not.
“Mmmm you belong to the big bad wolf now baby.” he said and he felt her fingers push up through his chest hair. “You like the big bad hairy wolf dont you little girl?” he snarled as he leaned forward, and he sunk his teeth into her neck, biting her, Rebecca moaned and her arms wrapped around him beneath his arms and around his back where her fingers gripped his back, her nails dragging over his back through his shirt, her nails scratching through his shirt. He groaned and looked at her, her mouth gasping, and panting now as she moaned.
“Do you like the big bad wolf now baby?” he said, his dick still stretching her open everytime he thrust into her. Rebecca nodded as she moaned.
“Say it. Say you love the big bad wolf fucking that little pussy.” he groaned.
Rebecca looked him in the eyes , her eyes filled with desire now, filled with wanting. “ I love the big bad wolf fucking my pussy.” she moaned and her father smiled as he stopped and held himself inside her, leaning down, his mouth against her.
“Tell the big bad wolf how much you want his cum inside you.” he said.
Rebeccas legs wrapped around him as much as they could and her arms around his neck, looking into his eyes, her lips brushing his slightly as he pumped his cock into her, his body smothering hers, her tits pressed against his hairy chest, she gasped and then talked against his mouth telling him exactly what he wanted to hear.
“I want your cum inside me.” she whimpered.
“How bad?” he growled.
“Bad. Really really bad. Put your cum in my pussy Daddy. I want the big bad wolf to cum inside his little red riding whore.” she said and he groaned, listening to her talk like a slut.
“Do you want the big bad wolf to breed you?” he groaned.
“Breed me, breed me right now.” she moaned. “Cum inside me, please, oh please Mr.Wolf!” she moaned loudly. “Fuck me…cum inside me..please…cum….do it….cum inside me Daddy….cum inside your little girl….you dirty old wolf…fucking breed me!” she yelled and laid there, her body rocking on the bed as he leaned up and began to let his cum fill her, slamming his cock into her, letting out a loud grown, his head falling back and jaw dropping open. Rebecca smiled slightly to herself as she realized how wolf like he actually looked, groaning upwards at the ceiling, as if he were howling at the moon like an actual werewolf.
“Fuuuuuuck.” he groaned and he looked down at her with his cock held inside her, he could feel the last of his cum pumping into her.
“Mmmmmmm” Rebecca moaned. “Did the big bad wolf fill my little pussy and breed me like a little whore?” she asked with a smile.
HE smiled and slid his cock out slowly, leaving all of his cum buried inside of her, and exhaled as he laid himself down beside her.
“Jesus..fucking…christ.” he said as Rebecca sat up and staddled him and leaned down and kissed him, her body bending over his belly, her hands pressed into his chest hair, curling it in her fingers.
“When the big bad wolf is ready..” she said with a smirk.
“I’d like to show him why they call her “Riding Hood.”
After dinner Andrea cleared the table for her mother, while her mother took the younger kids upstairs for bath time and to get ready for bed. An over hour long process for her mother each night.
As she moved around collecting plates, she could feel the wetness of her cunt. Her pussy lips rubbing together , coated with the mess her father made in her panties.
Andrea watched her older sister and brother bicker with each other over who was going to use their fathers car this weekend.
“I’m done with this conversation, neither of you are using it. End of story. Now leave me alone, you’re giving me a headache. ” he said as he unfolded his paper and began to read again.
Andrea watched her brother roll his eyes and leave the table. “I’m going to Beth’s. I’ll be back before 9.” She watched her sister huff and puff and storm up into her bedroom. Same old story, Andrea knew shed spend the rest of the night in there.
Andrea reached for the last couple of plates when she noticed, nobody else was downstairs. She brought the plates to the kitchen and then returned to wipe down the table. She stood on the opposite side of the table with the wet rag in her hand, staring at him. Her father. The man that just finger fucked in front of the whole family, without any of them even noticing.
HE looked up from his paper as he turned the page, looking at Andrea look back at him.
“What do you need sweetheart?” he asked.
Andrea shocked by his calm voice. By his regular voice. What did she need? An explanation! She thought to herself.
“What…why…” she started. “Why did you do that to me?”
He shook the papers in his hand to correct the creases of the paper.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, why did I do what?” he asked.
“Why did you do what you did to me. Under the table.” she said quietly and somewhat annoyed by the fact he’d pretend nothing happened.
Her father rolled his eyes and looked down at his paper. “Andrea, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes!” Andrea said loudly, then quickly brought her voice down to a whisper to not be heard, and walked towards him. "Yes you do!“
“Tell me then….what did I do?” He set his paper down and looked at his daughter, her cheeks starting to flush pink with anger and embarrassment. He smiled internally.
“You….you touched me. And put your fingers inside me.” Andrea said.
Her father grinned and nodded. “And what else?” he asked.
“What else?” Andrea said, confused as to what he meant.
“I touched you…” he said…his hand grabbing her waist and pulling her in, his other hand slipping itself back up to what he’d already claimed earlier.
Andrea pushed his hand out from between her legs and backed away, her father tightly gripping her waist and pulling her back in.
“I put my fingers inside you…” his hand slipped between her thighs again, and Andrea swatted at his hand again, him laughing as he fought against her tiny hands swatting him away.
“You liked it…so what’s the problem baby?” he laughed as he teased her.
“I didn’t like it!” she said loudly in protest and then her father reached up and grabbed her hair and pulled her face down to his and whispered.
“You did like it…because you came all over my fingers.” he grinned as Andrea then pushed away as he released her hair.
“Now, enough arguing..” he smiled. “Why don’t you finish wiping the table for your mother.”
“Why don’t YOU do it!” Andrea threw the rag on the table. “You never do anything!” Andrea began to stomp away and heard her fathers chair fly back, as she turned around her father was already standing and his hand was reaching for the back of her neck, he grabbed a fist full of her hair and turned her towards the table and bent her over it. Andrea didn’t have time to say anything before her father grabbed the rag from the table and stuffed it in her mouth.
“Such a bad, bad little girl…” he said as Andrea began to squirm against the table whimpering, as he held the rag in her mouth.
Andrea could hear the bathtub running, and kids music playing upstairs and her mother singing to the kids.
“A bad , bad girl…letting your Daddy finger fuck your pussy under the table, what would your mother say? Her little helper, letting her daddy help himself to her young cunt. ” he groaned as his hard cock pressed against her ass, as he leaned over her.
“I’m going to have to punish you for that sassy little mouth of yours…you know that right?” he whispered as she felt his hand between their bodies, unbuckling his pants, the clink of his belt buckle coming undone and the familiar sound of a zipper , and then she felt her skirt being raised.
He didn’t take his time. He didn’t have to. She was still wet. She hated that she was still wet, she hated that her father was right. That she did enjoy it. But that didn’t mean she wanted this. That doesn’t mean she wanted to know what his dick felt like ripping right into her cunt.
But, now she did.
Andreas father was fucking her. On the dining room table.
He praised her quietly.
“Mmmm such a good girl.”
“Still so wet for Daddy, aren’t you? Yes, you are. My good girl.”
“Such a tight little pussy, mmm baby, you feel so good.”
Then he started talking dirtier.
“You like Daddy’s big dick in that pussy don’t you?”
He pulled her hair back, Andrea whimpered.
“You like Daddy punishing you, don’t you? You back talking little bitch.”
his cock was slamming into her, fucking her pussy hard. Her upper legs being jammed into the tables edge, Andrea could feel the bruises forming as the table moved slightly each time he thrusted into her.
“You’re such a nasty little whore letting Daddy fuck you like this. I know you like it.”
Andrea felt the need to protest still, by continuing to squirm slightly. She did love it though, she’d liked being used by her Daddy. She liked pleasing people. Her mom, and her father. Although she now pleased them both, it was in different ways.
“You can stop fighting me baby, I know you enjoy it.” He pulled the rag out of her mouth, Andrea gasped and her fingers clawed at the table, her one knee lifting itself to the edge of the table, her father thinking she was trying to crawl away. But then he felt his little girl rock herself back into him.
Andrea was forcing herself back onto his cock, she didn’t want to fight it. She couldn’t. She wanted to fuck her Daddy.
“Oh baby, yes…that’s it.” He stood still, holding his thrusts, not moving his hips, but watching his daughter work her pussy back and forth on his cock, her panties swiped to the side, her skirt hanging loosely from her waist , he gripped her ass.
“baby, yes….fuck that dick.” he groaned as Andrea propped herself up on both hands and pushed herself harder back onto his dick.
“Daddy.” she whimpered in a whisper. “Oh daddy.”
Her father felt himself about to cum, but instead lifted her by her hips off his cock and then flipped her over ontop of the table. Andrea laid on her back as her father peeled off her panties.
His tongue began to work her pussy immediately. Andrea moaned as she felt her toes curl automatically. She felt his tongue lap over her clit, circle it, tease it, then find its way into her pussy, tasting her insides. Then back up to her clit as he dove his fingers into her and sucked her clit.
“Daddy!” she moaned almost too loudly for his comfort.
His face shot up from between her legs. “Shhhhh, baby.” He leaned up and grabbed her by the back up her neck, pulling her up as he stood.
Andrea knew what he wanted, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him as he lifted her off the table. His tongue probing her mouth, pushing against hers passionately. Andrea moaned into his mouth as his hand guided his cock back inside her.
He grabbed her petite little round ass and began lifting her up and down on his cock, standing in the middle of the dining room, fucking her. His pants had fallen to his ankles, so he carefully turned and walked slowly to the wall, and pushed her back against it.
His mouth left hers, kissing down her neck as he drilled her pussy, thrusting her back into the wall. Andrea’s head hitting the family portrait behind them, almost knocking it off the wall.
“oh god daddy, yes, yes, fuck me” Andrea begged as her father worked wildly, his hips jolting into her over and over at top speed.
“Tell me you want to have your Daddy’s babies, princess.” he said as he began to thrust slower, but harder. Looking her in the eyes, watching her face contort as his dick filled her.
“I do Daddy, I want you to. Put a baby in me.” Andrea said to him , meaning every word.
Maybe that’s why she found herself constantly filling in for her mother, and helping out without being asked. Andrea has always secretly wanted to be her Mother. To be the woman of the house. The woman that get’s fucked by her Daddy’s big dick on the dinner table.
“Fill me with your cum daddy, get me pregnant.” Andrea begged.
His cock exploded. His cum shooting up into her little cunt.
“Take Daddy’s fucking cum baby” he grunted and thrusted into her, holding his cock inside of her, wanting his cum as far inside of her as he could get it, Not wanting one drop to leave her pussy.
“Mmmm Daddy’s good girl. ” He kissed her head, as his cum finished emptying inside her, his body leaning against hers, pinning her to the wall. Her arms and legs still wrapped tightly around him.
“Mmmm , you’re going to make such a good Mommy, princess.” he kissed her neck and Andrea smiled to herself.
“Do you want me, Daddy?” Pulling her panties to the side, she teases her pussy to the camera. What had started as a way to make money through college was now her favourite part of the week. “I want you…” The girl rubs her clit alone in her bedroom. The video streams to her best client.
Her toes curl and eyes roll back as she pushes a dildo into her hole. On the other side, the man strokes his cock to her. They masturbate together. She plays his daughter perfectly, her tongue dripping with dirty talk as she orgasms. “uhnf… dad, I came real hard…” The girl whines, easing the toy out of her.
Text pops up on her laptop screen. Good girl. She feels a tingle and considers thrusting the dildo back into her pussy. Tell me, sweetheart… The girl’s head is fuzzy, nodding along as she reads the messages. What’s your deepest, darkest fantasy? Through the screen the man watches her get nervous. She bites her lip and responds with a hushed tone.
“I love the daddy kink stuff we do…” Her hands gently stroke the dildo against her wet pussy. “…my deepest fantasy?” No response. He lets the truth come out slowly. “…I can’t believe I’m admitting to this but…” The girl stares at the messenger, hoping he would interrupt her. “…I would want to actually do that…?”
Of course. I can see how much you enjoy it. She’s surprised by how embarrassed she is. Despite spending months degrading herself for the stranger, the admission is humiliating. Have you ever brought it up to your dad? The girl scoffs. “Ohmygod, of course not. I couldn’t…” Her dildo rubs her clit as she waits for his message. You could test the waters.
“Hmm, what do you mean?” She’s intrigued. A simple reply. Just show a him a little – maybe ‘by accident’ – see how he responds. The girl bites her lip. The dildo starts to push back into her pussy. “…maybe if it was an accident…”
The next week, the girl turns on her camera. Their regularly scheduled time was perfect for her. Still living at home, her dad was always occupied in his office and didn’t like to be disturbed. She never bothered him, and he didn’t bother her. Plenty of privacy for her anonymous friend. The man smiles when he sees her giddy expression light up the screen.
“I did it!” She chirps at the faceless text box. “Just like you suggested!” He sends a smiling emoji. Tell me more! The girl launches into her story. “Daddy asked me to unload the dishwasher and I was wearing this skirt.” She flips up the hem of the short pleated garment. “I bent over at the hip! Like this!” Proudly she leans over the bed, showing off her panties.
That’s quite an eyeful. I’m sure it gave him lots to think about. Reading his message, she giggles at his compliment. “Yeah! I wish I hadn’t worn panties though… next time I guess!” The girl can’t see his bright smile. So, he saw how wet you are too, right? She looks down between her legs, at the damp stain over her pussy. Tingling with excitement, the girl rubs at it. “Mmhm, daddy saw my wet panties…”
A week later, her dad retires to his office. She skips off to her bedroom. By the time the man opens their video call, the girl has two fingers deep in her hole. “Daddy saw my cunny.” The girl whimpers into the camera. “I’m such a fucking slut. Oh my god, I can’t believe I just did that.” Her fingers are already soaked. Use your vibrator and tell me what happened.
Pressing the buzzing wand into her clit, she plays with herself as she talks to the man. “I didn’t wear any panties. He could see my pussy. I just sat on the couch with my legs up like this.” The girl pulls her knees to her chest. “I pretended I was looking at my phone… it was at least fifteen minutes. He could look at my bare pussy as much as he wanted…” She trails off, lost in the hum of the vibrator. You’re doing so good sweetheart, keep going.
The following week, the man finds her sitting on the edge of her bed. Even through the camera, her body language is skittish. What’s up, sweetheart? She reads on the screen. “I…” The girl plays with her hair. “I took a shower and ‘forgot’ my towel – asked him to bring me one.” A long pause. Go on. She takes a deep breath. “My dad saw me naked… like – fully… It turned me on so much, but…”
“…do you think he wants me? Like, I was hoping he would just, you know… take me? I mean, at least he smiled…” The man interrupts. I’m sure he loved it. She looks guilty. I guarantee it. It’s scary for him, too, you know. The girl gives the camera a weak grin. “Right, yeah… I just feel crazy… like…” She cuts herself off with a nervous laugh. “…I might actually end up fucking my daddy…”
The next seven days drag on. Every moment with her dad is another opportunity to bait him. It’s all she can think about. At breakfast she eats a banana slowly. In the afternoon she naps on the couch, letting her nipples slip out of her loose shirt. That evening she presses her bum into him while they watch a movie. Her pussy is wet. She can feel him get hard. He starts to snore.
Another opportunity. The girl peers at her sleeping father, looking down at the bulge in his sweatpants. Taking a moment to admire the older man, she drinks in his stubble, his fit body, his rough skin. Keep going. The man’s encouragement flashes into her mind. She starts to work up the nerve. Just a peek. Her thumb lifts up the waistband. Her eyes widen at the hard, thick, hairy cock looking back at her. The father snores again as her lips drop to his lap.
The girl’s heart pounds in her pussy. Tasting his precum, the faint smell of his bodywash, feeling how big he is against her face. A few greedy licks and kisses. Her tongue rolls around his swollen head and she pushes his cock into her mouth. A few moments of sucking and a pang of fear. She pulls herself upright, hiding his cock under his pants again. Her dad snores softly.
“Sucked daddy’s dick.” She asserts proudly, bouncing on her dildo. Wow. Proud of you. Did he cum? The girl switches on her vibrator and presses it on her cunt. “Nu-uh… he was asleep, just did a little – but still, I did it.” The webcam watches her masturbate furiously. Bet it would feel even better if he was awake. Stripping off her clothes, her tits hop with each stroke on the silicone cock.
“I’m gonna do it.” Her breathless words are punctuated by tiny gasps. Going to blow him? She stares into the lens. “Gonna fuck him. Gonna fuck my dad.” The girl shudders, close to cumming. You’re ready, huh? Vigorous nodding and faster humping. “I can’t wait any more – next chance I get… I’m going to do it.” She edges her pussy, coming to the edge before slowing just enough to deny herself.
“Next time I cum, it’s going to be with my daddy’s cock in my cunt.” The girl watches the chat box, waiting for the anonymous man’s response. A few minutes pass. A few more edges. “…are you there?” No response. “Hello? Mister? Did you disconnect?” Still nothing. She lets herself get dangerously close to finishing. Out of control, the girl feels her orgasm take over her body.
A knock at the door. The sudden shock of fear ruins her orgasm. “Oh god, he’s outside my room!” The girl hisses into the camera. Looking around, her bedroom is full of evidence. Her toys, slutty clothes on the bed, the recording setup. The anonymous man doesn’t reply. Panicked, the girl realizes there’s no time to hide everything. “What do I do? …mister? Are you there?” Another knock.
Naked, alone, and horny; She looks at her bedroom door. A sly smile creeps across her face. Wobbly, she stands. The girl’s stride becomes more confident as she approaches the door. Her pussy tingles as she reaches for the doorknob. It swings open, and her father stands before her.
“What are you doing in here, sweetheart?” He grins.
“I’m being a camgirl, daddy…” She answers sweetly.
“Really? I bet you’re great at it.” The man steps into the room, inches from his naked daughter.
“Yeah… I’m really good at being a slut…” The girl wraps her dad in a hug, feeling the bulge of his hard cock pressing against her bare cunt.
“Are we there yet?” Pouting, the girl sits in the passenger seat. “For the last time. You will know when we get there. Because we will have arrived.” Her father responds, exasperated by his bratty daughter. She huffs and flips her hair, staring out the window at the gorgeous vista. Vast mountains, endless forests, lakes and rivers carving through the landscape. “I’m borrrred…”
“Play on your phone then.” The man is close to the edge. “There’s no service out here…” Her whining grates against his brain. “Go to sleep then.” Another bratty eye roll. “Whatever…” A few minutes of peace settle in as the girl picks at her long nails.
“Are we there yet?” She asks again. “Why yes, sweetie. We are here. You can stop complaining now.” Sarcasm drips from every pore. “Ugh, no we’re not. Dad, my butt is numb.” His eye twitches. “I swear to God, I will pull this car over.” The girl makes her displeasure known with a few annoyed noises. A few more minutes of serenity.
“Are we there yet?” “That’s it. That’s fucking it.” The man turns the wheel, bringing the car to a stop on the roadside. Turning off the engine, he gets out and slams the car door closed behind him. She watches her dad walk around to her side and open the door. “Get out.” He orders. “Why are we stopping here? Don’t you want to keep driving…?”
Dragged by the wrist, he leads her into the forest and shoves her up against a tree. “OW! Dad! Cut it out! What are you doing!?” She protests as he pulls up her skirt. “I’m sick of your whining. Oh? Your ass is numb? Huh?” Her pink thong is yanked down her thighs. A hard slap across her bare ass. “Daddy! Ow! Ah~!” He spanks his daughter’s bum until it’s as pink as her thong.
“You little brat.” The man grips her shoulder as he undoes his belt. Her flushed ass hangs out of her skirt. He smacks his hard cock against it and thrusts into her wet pussy. “AH! Dad! Stop it! Ugh! Gross!” Immediately rough, he drives his thick shaft into his daughter’s tight hole. She squirms, unable to escape the harsh grip on each shoulder.
“Dadddddy! No! This is so weird!” The girl whimpers. “Don’t stick it in there… mmph!” He pushes his fingers into her mouth and fucks his little girl faster. Her legs tremble as her father ruts into her. Wet spit coats his fingers. Wet cum coats his cock. She’s slippery enough to take his mean, rough handling. “mmphphmmmm <3” The girl’s whimpers get softer.
His wet fingers are pulled from her mouth and shoved between her legs. Year of experience show as he rubs her clit as he breaks in his bent-over girl. “Oh… uhhh…” Those long fake nails scratch against the natural bark. “Oh – ah… dadddyyy…” Suddenly, the combined sensations of his cock and his fingers start to overwhelm her. The shrill sounds of her orgasm scares a deer.
“Fuck… uh… daddy…” She whines, a different tone from earlier. Her dad doesn’t let up, forcibly smacking his hips into her ass and rubbing her sensitive clit. “I didn’t raise you to be a bratty bitch.” He slaps her ass, reaching under her shirt and pulling it up and off her head. She feels the tree’s moss tickle her nipples as he shoves her back against the tree. She feels him thumping deep inside her. She feels herself cum again.
Kneeling in the grass, the girl has keeled over. Bent over like a dog, she can see her dad’s cock ramming her smooth pussy. Her cum soaks her thighs. The man grabs each of her marked up asscheeks and thrusts faster. “Enough… daddy… enough…” She drools on the tree as her cunt drools on the grass. “please…” The first time he’s heard that word all day. It only makes him fuck her harder. She kicks her feet into the ground, cumming again.
Stomach flat against the earth, the overstimulated girl tries to push her dad off her. Her words are a senseless mess, just like her body. “We’re not done yet, miss.” The man spits on her ass and pulls his slick cock from her shaved pussy. “nuhhh… ah…” He feels his daughter tense up, then relax. “Oh… yessss…”
She peers over her shoulder, looking up at the man who raised her. Her eyes follow down his body to his cock buried in her asshole. “Fuck, daddy…” The girl keeps whining. “I’m gonna cum really hard if you do that…” A hard push from the man and she twitches. “Already came so much, dad… Can’t do any more…” His balls rest on her cunt.
A grunt and he resumes his fast, rough pace. She squeals, then moans. A faint sob and a manic giggle. A strong hand on each shoulder and he runs his dick deep into his daughter’s willing asshole. Each spank against her bare cheeks makes her whines pitch higher. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh…” She bucks and screams as she cums from her dad’s anal fucking.
She giggles and whines and kicks her feet. Every time she tries to push him off, he shoves her face into the soft moss. He spanks her as he uses her bum. The fast strokes of his cock make her cum again, for the fifth time. Finally, dazed and exhausted, the girl stops her whining.
The man pulls his cock from her ass. Zipping up his pants, he helps his daughter to her feet. She’s wobbly. Brushing off a bit of dirt, she puts her shirt back on. “You’re not going to cum…?” His daughter looks up at him, confused. “I just wanted to shut you up.” The girl pouts as they walk back to the car. “Maybe I can suck you off while you drive… you know, if I get bored…”
His little girl snores in the passenger seat. The man enjoys the scenic drive. He rests his hand on her thigh as he follows the winding road through the mountains. As the sun sets, he pulls into a motel. Leaving her to rest a bit more, he gets them a room.
Daddy sits in my room, waiting for me to return from school. When I get home, he calls me upstairs and pulls me onto his lap. <3
I pushed open my bedroom door and found him sitting on the edge of my bed, his eyes on me the second I entered.
"Come here." He patted his thigh.
As soon as I was close enough, his hands found my waist, guiding me to settle on his lap. One of his arms curled around me, keeping me in place, while the other traced slow patterns along my back.
"Missed you," he murmured, his breath warm against my temple. I let out a soft sigh, melting into him. "Missed you too, Daddy."
"How was school today?" he asked, running his calloused hand up and down my back, his other hand settled on my thigh.
I let out a sigh and leaned against his chest, "Ugh, it was so long. First, I had this super boring French lecture, the class was a very beginners level course and we were asked to speak and write on a very elementary level. Like we were back in school in Grade 3 or 4! and I swear the clock was moving backward. Then, at lunch, they ran out of fish sticks, so I had to settle for cornbread, and it was just—ugh. And don’t even get me started on the homework! My teacher piled on so much work, I think she enjoys watching us suffer."
He let out a hearty laugh at my rant, causing me to giggle. His hand continued to roam over my thigh, each getting more daring as he listen to my rambles. "Sounds rough, but you made it through, baby."
"I barely survived," I rolled my eyes dramatically, snuggling closer to him. "It was a pure torture, you know?"
"Mmhm," He hummed in response, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "Then rest, sweetheart. I've got you.
He slides his hand beneath my skirt, kneading my inner thigh before settled to cup my pussy mound. "Let me help you relax," he murmurs, nipping playfully at my earlobe. He rubs his thumb in circles over my clit through my panties, creating a wet spot there.
"Daddyy..." I whimper softly, hips grinding against his palm to release some frictions. I could feel his growing bulge straining against his jeans and pressing against my inner thigh.
He pulled my panties aside and slipping a finger inside me with ease, "Look at you, so wet already. Did you miss your daddy's big cock that much?" He teased, relishing the blush that spread accross my cheek. He curled his finger inside me, feeling me clench around his digits as he hit the spongy spot inside.
"You really want it that much, huh? Do you want to be bred by your daddy?" I was too focused on grinding my hips to hear his question. In response to my silence, he gives my ass a firm smack. "I asked you a question, girl. Better answer me."
"Hnn-! Yes, pleasee..." I let out a honeyed mewl.
A satisfied smirk tugged on his lips, his thumb continuing its torturous dance over my clit while his middle and ring fingers stretching my cunny. He love how easily I submitted to him, how quickly I become desperate for his touch. "That's what I thought," he murmurs.
He stand abruptly, lifting me from the ground with ease and tosses me onto the bed. I bounce slightly from the impact before he climbs on top of me. He rips off my shirt and undies, not caring if they tear in the process, leaving me only with my skirt on. "Look at you," he growls, his cock now fully erect and dripping pre-cum. "So eager for daddy's cock."
He positions himself at my entrance and thrusts in roughly, relishing the sound of my gasp. He starts pounding into me, each thrust harder and faster than the last. He's not gentle - he knew I don't want him to be. I moan and writhe beneath him, my nails digging into his back as I try to keep up with his pace. He leans down, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss as he continues to fuck me mercilessly.
"Daddy..." I moaned breathlessly, "Feels good~"
"Yeah, baby?" he grunts, increasing his pace. He can tell that I already close, my walls clenching around him as I moan into his mouth. He breaks the kiss, moving his lips to my ear. "You're such a good little slut, aren't you?" he whispers harshly, nipping at my lobe. "Always ready for daddy's big cock."
He reaches between our bodies, his large hand covering mine as he guide it to my clit. "Rub yourself for me," he order, "Make yourself cum on my dick." I follow his command, my fingers working feverishly as he pounds into me.
"Oh- m-more.. don't stop..." He watch my face contort with pleasure, his own orgasm building.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, thrusting deeper. "I'm gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna make you mine."
He collapses onto me, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. He rolls off after a few moments, pulling me into his arms and holding me close. "Mmm, that's my good girl," he praises, planting a sloppy kiss on my forehead. He strokes my hair lazily, his cock still semi-hard against my thigh.
"Daddy!" I squeal and squeezed my legs shut as he pushed back his cum that seeped through my slit with his digits, "No more, I can't!"
"Of course you can baby girl, I knew it." He placed his hands on my knees and slowly parted my legs, "Just trust me. You know I'll take care of you, don'tcha?" <3
P/S: English is not my first language, sorry if there were lots of gramatical error
for everyone who wanted me to write daddy x daughter again, i hope this does something for you. i might write a sequel with some sharing if i feel inspired. also, this is not suppose to be realistic. it's porn.
tw: rape (she consents but it's a bit weird), fake kidnapping, and incest
"Don't look at me like that," her father told her pointedly. "I told you that you needed to pay attention when you went out but you didn't want to listen to me. You didn't believe me and now look at you."
Despite the chiding, Hannah continued to glare at her father. She understood the lesson but surely, this was several steps too far. He'd been telling her for years that she needed to pay more attention to her surroundings when she went out at night. Over and over, he told her that she shouldn't dress like a little slut when she went out alone lest some man take it as an invitation and help himself. Of course, she hadn't believed him. She was doing what all of her friends did and nothing ever happened to them - save for being cat called or occasionally groped on the bus.
None of them found themselves semi-kidnapped by their own fathers like Hannah had or if they had, they hadn't bothered to mention it to her. She pulled fruitlessly at her hands which were bound together and tied to a bar on the roof of the van. Fucking asshole. It didn't exactly prove his point that he had "kidnapped" her and not some stranger. Still, she hadn't even heard him coming, too absorbed in texting back her sorority sister Abigail to pay attention. He'd walked up behind her, shoved a funky rag over her face and pulled her into an alleyway before she knew what was happening. He could have been anyone but he just so happened to be her dad.
She was relieved to the point of near tears when she saw her father's face. She thought he was going to save her but she quickly figured out that was not exactly the situation. The earlier fear had dissipated and in its stead, she felt annoyance. He had proved to her that he was right. She would have told him as much but she couldn't really speak with the ball gag in her mouth.
"You earned this. I need you to remember that this is what happens to girls who don't obey their fathers." He told her as he grabbed her feet and untied them. Feet freed, she kicked at his hands. He caught them easily, moving them out of his way. " I know you're in college now and you think that you know everything but I am still your daddy." Perched between her legs, he reached up and released her hands from the ceiling. She sagged, hands hanging limply in front of her. Her shoulders ached from having her arms tied above her head for so long. He left them tied which earned him a displeased grunt from Hannah.
"Oh, we're not done yet. You think a kidnapper would just let you go without getting a taste of that sweet little cunt of yours? I don't think so - especially, since you seemed so determined to give everyone a peak, wearing this little strip of fabric that you call a skirt around. Showing off your ass for every man to see." He grabbed her ass to prove his point, roughly fondling the soft flesh. A distorted squawk made its way from Hannah's lips, expressing her surprise at her fathers actions. Up until this point, this had not been a pleasurable experience but the thought of getting fucked by her father, even as a punishment, brought a warm feeling between her legs.
Her father exited the vehicle, standing on the ground between the open back doors. He dragged Hannah forward, grabbing one of her free feet and pulling her towards him. Positioned between her legs with her lying down on her back, it was fairly easy to pull off her skirt and panties, revealing her pussy to his gaze. His eyes landed on the sparkly jewelry that decorated her clit and he scoffed.
"Unbelievable."
He was disgusted that his daughter was such a slut but painfully turned on despite himself. He'd seen pierced pussy's in porn before but never in person. He wanted to take her little jeweled clit and suck on it until she cried and begged him to stop. Absentmindedly, he grabbed his hardening cock, rubbing it through his cargo shorts. Hannah watched him as he examined her body. She loved it when men looked at her like that like she was nothing more then a walking set of holes for them to fuck. She never imagined that she'd get a look like that from her daddy. Her desire to be fucked was quickly overriding her previous anger with him. He rubbed at her clit with his fingers,jostling the jewelry. Hannah shuddered in response to the sensation, rocking her head back against the floor of the van as her back arched. Fuck. She'd been so sensitive since she'd gotten it.
He crawled back into the van, sitting on his knees near her head. Quickly, he pulled his hard cock out of his pants, pulled the ball gag out of her month, and shoved his cock down her throat. The ball gag slumped down onto her chest, leaving a trail of spit in its wake. The sloppy "gluck, gluck, gluck" sound of him fucking her mouth quickly filled the van, married with the sounds of his heavy breath. Taking a firm hold of her hair, he guided her head back and forth. Hannah eagerly accepted her "punishment", relaxing her jaw and using her tongue to caress the underside of his shaft.
He pulled out of her mouth, a thin line of drool connecting his shaft to her open mouth. Delicately, almost lovingly, he rubbed the head of his cock against her plush lips, smearing precum across her mouth. Locking eyes with her father, Hannah slowly licked the precum off of her lips and then leaned toward to lavish the tip with wet, sloppy kisses. He watched enraptured as she clumsily used her bound hands to hold his cock while she took him deep into her throat.
He pulled her to her knees and drew her bound hands up to the ceiling of the van, tying her hands to it. He pulled her hips to him, leaving her positioned with her back bowed and most of her weight held by her hands. Looking at her, he clicked his tongue.
"We can't have that. Can we?" He told her, as he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her chest. Grabbing the front of her button up blouse, he pulled roughly at the fabric. The cheap buttons quickly pop off of her shirt, scattering and skittering across the floor of the van. He pulled at her bra, freeing her tits from the cups. It was immediately clear that her nipples were also pierced.
"That's better," he said, tugging on her nipples until they hardened to stiff points.
Hannah whimpered as her daddy pulled on her tender nipples. Her cunt seemed to throb, begging for attention.
"Please fuck me," she told him, earning a chuckle in response.
She felt the head of his cock tease her entrance, rubbing against her slick folds and bumping at her clit. She rocked her hips against him, trying to encourage him. He slipped the head in only to slip it back out, and grind against her cunt.
"Please fuck my pussy, daddy. I want your cock so bad. Please," she begged.
"I don't know," he told her, reaching between her legs to slowly rub her clit. "You have not been very respectful lately. I am not sure if you deserve it."
Hannah gasped, at the contact. She could probably cum from his fingers but he was just going so slow. She pushed her ass back towards him, and spread her legs further to give him more access.
"I'll be good. Daddy, I promise."
Finally, he relented. He pushed the head of his cock into her wet hole. Slowly, he worked inch after inch of his thick dick into her tight cunt until he'd filled her completely. Hannah moaned as her pussy stretched to accommodate his massive length. It hurt so deliciously. She wanted to rub her clit so badly. Unable to do much else, she began to rock herself back and forth, fucking herself on her father's cock.
"I love your cock in my pussy," she told him breathlessly. "You stretch my little cunt out so good, Daddy.”
He grabbed one her of legs and threw it over his shoulder, using it for leverage to fuck her harder. Hannah's voice rose an octave as her father began to fuck her from this new angel. With his free hand, he rubbed her clit, fingers clicking against her jewelry, and he continued to do so until her legs were shaking and she was cumming on his cock.
"Whose pussy is this?" He asked her as he roughly fucked her through her orgasm.
"Yours daddy," she told him, saying it over and over again until the words seemed to loose all meaning.
She slumped against the rope, as he pulled out, body exhausted from the events of the day. In the midst of their fucking, she'd lost track of the feelings of pain in her shoulders, and wrists but post orgasm it all came rushing back to her. He swatted at her ass, causing her to jerk forward. Laying down, he pulled her on top of him. His cock easily slipped back into her sensitive hole.
"Oh, no. You're done when I say your done. Ride daddy's cock, baby."
Hannah opened her mouth to complain but another swat to the ass motivated her to move her hips. Her father tugged at her hips, pushing his cock deeper into her. She held the rope that connected her to the roof of the van to steady her as her father took control, roughly fucking into her.
"I love watching those fat tits of yours bounce as you ride my cock," he told her.
She rode him until his thrust's grew erratic and he came deep in her womb. After the sensitivity wore down, he pulled his cock out of her pussy and tucked himself back into his shorts. Finally, he released her from the ceiling and untied her hands. The skin was red and raw where the ropes had rubbed against her skin. He examined her wrists carefully for damage and determining them not substantially hurt, kissed both of her wrists. Body stiff and unwieldy, Hannah crawled around the van to grab her discarded skirt and panties.
Her father crawled out of the van. She watched him look around and seemingly spotting something, she watched his face split into a wide grin. She scrambled trying to cover herself as she heard an unfamiliar voice.
"Hannah, baby. Come say hello to Chris. He let me borrow his van for your little lesson."
tw: rape and incest. please don't read this if that's not what you're looking for.
this is part 1 read part 2 (x)
Everything changed when Karly's mother died. The first things were obvious and they came very quickly. It seemed as though on minute her mother was singing in the kitchen, the whole house alive with noise and the smell of her cooking, and in the next, there painful silence. It felt impossible to adjust to her mothers absence. Karly couldn't believe that she would never again hear her mothers laugh or feel her warm hugs.
Other changes were more surprising. The groceries immediately became a problem. Her father didn't have time to go to the store or cook so Karly picked up the slack. She went grocery shopping after school and made sure that dinner was on the table before her father got home. As more time passed, she picked up new responsibilities like making her father coffee in the morning and doing the laundry. She learned that she liked cleaning and found a lot of satisfaction in a having a clean home. Her own pleasure was secondary to how much it pleased her father to see their home clean.
Karly woke up bright and early on Saturday. She had a list of things that she needed to get done before the week started to make sure that they started everything off on a good foot. The big task of the day was cleaning the floor. She dressed in her grubby clothes, a shirt that was too big and a pair of shorts that were a little too small. She'd chosen to forgo a bra and underwear in an attempt to create less laundry for herself later. Her nipples were clearly visible, poking through the threadbare material. She turned towards the mirror and eyed herself critically in the mirror. The shorts were definitely too short, too cheeky to wear out and about. They were also a bit to tight, highlighting the lips of her pussy, but they weren't uncomfortable enough to warrant trying to find another pair. All and all, it was a rather risky look but she figured it would be fine to wear around house. After all, it was just her and her dad.
She padded into the kitchen, armed with a sponge and a bucket of warm soapy water. After surveying the scene, she got to work, bent over on her hands and knees vigorously cleaning the floor. She arched her back, ass high in the air, as she reached to get a spot that she had missed. Karly quickly lost herself in the rhythm of the work. It took her a while to realize that her father had been watching her. She stopped, looking over her shoulder at him. He was looking at her in a way that she had never seen before. He looked almost hungry.
"Don't stop on my account," he told her, waving her to continue.
He was watching her clean the floor? She suddenly felt self conscious of her state of undress. It shouldn't matter, it was just her dad but she felt so exposed under his gaze. She moved slowly, all to conscious of her fathers eyes on her. Maybe she was over thinking it? Maybe he just wanted to see how she did it? These explanations did not sooth her, however, because, if it really just about the cleaning then why was he looking at her like that.
She heard footsteps as her father came up behind her but she kept her eyes on the floor, continuing to make the attempt of cleaning the floor as though nothing was up. He bent down behind her and she felt his warm hands grip on to her hips. She froze, unsure of what to do.
"Just keep going," he told her.
He pulled her to him so that her ass rested flush against his pelvis. She could feel the hard bulge of his cock as his ground his hips into hers. She gasped at the contact, one part surprise and one part pleasure? She didn't understand what was going on and feared what he might be planning but within the fear was a different feeling - a thrill ran through her body. She heard the sound of a zipper, and the soft rustle of fabric. Despite her fear and confusion, Karly tried to continue her task, rubbing the soapy sponge against the tiles. She felt his hard cock brush against her cunt and then again, as he rubbed his hard flesh against her, the thin material of her shorts the only thing separating them.
She could heard his heavy breath behind her as his continued to grind against her. Karly had never done anything like this with a boy before, not like her dad was a mere boy anyway. Her pussy felt hot the way it did when she played with herself alone in her bed late at night. She couldn't help the soft moans that escaped her lips as her father continued to have his way with her.
Finally ready to move onto the main course, he moved gusset of her shorts out of the way and positioned the head of his cock against her slick hole. She opened her mouth to say something to stop him but only managed a stutter. She needed to stop this. It was wrong. He was her father but she couldn't get any of the words out. She should have left the room when she had the chance or maybe worn different clothes but she just sat there, allowing him to touch her as he pleased.
Slowly, he pushed inch after inch of his thick cock into her tight cunt. It was too much. Karly felt like she was being ripped in half. He pulled out slightly before he thrust his hips forward, filling her completely and forcing a cry out of Karly's lips. He groaned at the sensation. It had been so long since he had been in a cunt this tight. He slowly started fucking her, building up a solid rhythm. Gradually, Karly grew used to the feeling and her noises of pain, to her own horror, turned into sounds of pleasure. She couldn't help the soft moans that escaped her lips as he plunged his thick cock into her tight channel.She'd never felt so full in her life. It was uncomfortable but a pleasurable kind of discomfort.
For leverage, he adjusted his grip on his daughters body, pushing her torso onto the cold, wet floor, and forcing her to arch her back. With one hand, he tightly gripped her hip, using it to pull her onto to his cock forcing it deeper inside of her. Karly tried to prop herself up on her arms but it was difficult with the floor being as slippery as it was. He slipped his free hand between her legs to rub at her tender clit with his fingers. It felt amazing but Karly wasn't able to do anything other than moan and whine as he fucked her brainless. Her body went taunt like a bow as her orgasm began and through the haze of pleasure, she could hear her father talking to her.
"Just like that, baby. Just like that. Cum on daddy's cock."
She screamed as she came, shaking and shuddering in his arms. The additional stimulation spurned her father into a frenzy, and he furiously pounded into her until he found himself depositing his sperm deep into her womb. Even after his orgasm, he couldn't quite find it in himself to pull out so he continued to fuck deep into her soaked pussy and tease her clit until he forced her through another shrieking orgasm.
Finally satisfied, he pulled out of her tight snatch, watching with deep pleasure as his cum leaked out of her wet hole and onto the floor. Carefully, he tucked his flaccid cock back into his trousers and stood to his feet, standing over Karly as she came back down to earth. After a moment of silence, he cleared his throat.
"Right, then - uh- you clean this up and we'll head out to the pharmacy later to get your some plan b."
Karly nodded. The shock of the entire experience had left her speechless and her father was talking about the floor like nothing had happened. He offered her no explanation or words of comfort. The only thing he offered her was a look that she still couldn't understand. Satisfied with her answer, he nodded and walked off.
