Daddy fucks me to teach me a lesson, “And where the hell do you think you are going young lady?” Asked daddy as I headed to the front door.” No daughter of mine goes out on a Friday night dressed like a Puerto Rican whore!”
“Well excuse my ignorance daddy, if I don’t know what a Puerto Rican whore dresses like. I will have to defer to your expertise on that one.”
“Are you getting smart with me girl?”
It was not the first time that daddy and I had had such exchanges. Especially now that I had got into the while goth thing.
I had gotten tattoos on my chest, which daddy was not happy about, and now my attire for the weekend consisted of a black bra-I liked to show off my new tattoos-black skirt and complete with dark mascara and black lipstick. Yeah I probably did look like a prostitute when I came to think about it. And I did like the looks from all the guys, along with their whistles and their tongues hanging out of their mouths when they set eyes on my scantily clad form. I liked it, and I wasn’t about to let daddy put a stop to it. I actually had an idea on how to handle this. I would put a stop to his mouthing off at me once and for all.
I walked towards daddy, his face red with anger as I brought my lithe and black clad body right up to him.
“Daddy, I bet that the real reason that you don’t want me dressing like this is because it must be so difficult for you living me when I’m the only woman you have in in your life. The only time you see womanly curves up close, smell that perfume and taste it in your mouth is when you see me about to go out on a weekend. And you’d like to feel me as well wouldn’t you daddy? Feel the flesh of a real woman-your own little girl.”
“Jenny, what, what are you doing…I…”
And then I could feel it, that growing bulge of desire between his legs. Mission accomplished. I drew away from him.
“What a filthy pervert you are daddy, getting hard to your own daughter. What kind of sick fuck are you? Well now I know the real reason you don’t want me going out like this. Your own daughter gives you a hard on. Let me tell you something daddy. I will dress as a goth because it is an expression of my individuality and you will not stop me from being who I am in this world daddy. You really must be so humiliated right huh?”
A glanced down again at the bulge between his legs, smirked and turned my back. It was time to go out and party.
But just as my hand reached for the front door, I heard the thud of quick footsteps, flowed by arms reaching around me. I was pulled right back as rough kisses assailed my neck and hands squeezed hard on my breasts.
“Oww daddy what…what the…what the hell are you doing daddy?”
“You fucking cock-teasing little slut, you want to get my dick hard? You to want put your body up against mine and make daddy’s cock throb? Is that you want you want to do you filthy slut? Dress like whore, talk like a whore, walk like a whore and make my big dick burst through my pants-is that what you want?”
He continued to attack my neck with kisses, kneading and squeezing my breasts as I took hold of his rough hands, trying to pull them away, trying to squirm out of his grasp. But it was of no use, he had me pulled tight against him, so tight I could feel his hardness pressed right into my ass-crack through my skirt.
“Daddy”, I said, “I was just teasing, I didn’t…I didn’t mean any of it, I…oooh daddy.”
He snapped my bra off, spun me around, pushed me right up against the wall and clamped his mouth onto my nipple, drawing my pink bud right against his teeth and making me yelp.
“Ow daddy! Daddy I’m your daughter, you shouldn’t…oooh!”
A father sucking his own daughters tits. It was obscene and disgusting. It was the violation of everything decent in this word for a father to be feasting on the sex flesh of his own little girl, and yet…Oh he sucked so rough. He had taken me by force, indifferent to my objections or my needs. He wanted me and had grabbed me-like no other man had ever done. If I had known that daddy was this manly I would have…Just where were my thoughts taking me? Oooooh that suck on my nipple- his mouth was firing incestuous erotic heat into my tits and throughout my body. But I had to fight it -this was just so wrong. I tried to push his head away.
“Daddy please, this…you’re my FATHER!”
He drew off my now elongated nipple at my words and grabbed my wrists, pulling my arms up and pinning me to the wall, his face right in mine, his groin pushing hard between my legs.
“Tell me you don’t want to fuck your own daddy right here and now you little slut.”
“Daddy I…this is wrong, I…”
“I didn’t ask if it’s wrong you little slut. I asked if right here, right now, that eighteen year old cunt of yours is wet.”
“I…I…” I didn’t know what to say.
“I think I’ll take that as an affirmative”, said daddy. “Can you feel me little girl? Can you feel how hard you’ve made my cock?” He pushed himself into me even harder, his shaft now pressing right against the cleft of my cunt under my skirt and though my panties. “You want to get fucked rough? You want daddy to fuck you good and hard? You want daddy to ram his big fatherly cock right up your young cunt? I’ll give it to you good and hard Jenny.”
His debauched words, his hot breath in my face, his hard body against mine, the throb of desire between his legs; all of it was melting away my resistance. I was trying to pretend I did not want this, but I could pretend no longer-I wanted my own daddy to fuck me. God help me, I wanted the cock of my own father inside me.
“Ok give it to me daddy. You want to fuck? You want to fuck your own little girl? You want to stick that big throbber inside me you dirty bastard?”
He responded with his mouth clamping onto mine, sucking me into him as if he wanted to suck my whole body right inside him, attacking the insides of my mouth with his tongue; lashing at my gums, my teeth, circling my tongue, trying to force himself all the way down my throat.
“Now you’re going to get fucked you little slut”, he said pulling off me. His face was contorted into an animal snarl of pure desire, spittle flying from out between his teeth and into my face. I knew what I wanted.
“Lick my cunt daddy. You want my cunt? Get down and stick it right up your daughter’s crack you filthy fuck.”
He dropped to his knees, hauled my panties right down to my ankles and dove right in. His bestial snarls disappearing up my fuck-hole as he penetrated me with his tongue.
“Oh god, oh yes daddy, oh that feels so good.” His wet tongue lapped at my cunt. He was like a ravenous dog eating me alive, satiating his lust on the lewd meal of my pink, shaven incestuous cunt. “Lick it rough daddy, oh yeah lick it good, you really know how to lick pussy daddy, oh yes you like it don’t you? Daughter cunt is the best isn’t it daddy-mmmm.”
He pulled out and stood up, unzipping his trousers.
“Get down on your knees.” he commanded, a command I was more that happy to obey. “You want to dress like a slut? Dress like it’s Halloween all the time? You want to tease your daddy? Well little sluts who cock-tease and get their daddy’s cocks hard get fucking treated like sluts.”
A gasp escaped my lips as he hauled down his trousers and his cock sprang free. Oh my god I was looking at a monster. My father had a ten inch throbber, a purple headed beast drooling pre-cum onto the floor, those ridges of blue veins pulsing with the blood that was my very own. And look at those huge hairy balls of his at the base of his shaft, swollen and full with the mass of spunk he was desperate to unload inside me. And I could smell it. I inhaled that musky aroma of naked cock deep in through my nose, letting it flow into every part of my body.
“Now suck your daddy’s cock you little slut. Open wide and show me those cock sucking skills you fucking whore.”
Daddy spitting the words ‘whore’ and ‘slut’ out of his mouth right at me penetrated my body like verbal cocks, drawing even more juices from my cunt. I wanted it rough.
“Choke me daddy”, I said. “Ram that weapon right to the back of my throat and make me a gag. Skull fuck me you bastard!”
With sheer carnal glee in his eyes he took hold of my hair as I opened wide and forced his cockhead right against my lips. His girth was so huge they were stretched taught, it was like trying to swallow a tree trunk as he entered me-the salty taste and warmth of his flesh immediately filling my mouth. He powered in all the way, my mouth so full I felt like I could have burst at the seams as he hit the back of my throat, his gargantuan helmet cutting of my airway.
He held me there for several seconds as I choked, revelling in my discomfort, the tears streaming down my face. I imagined how I must have looked to him. All this time he had told me off about going out with dark mascara and now here he was ruining my black makeup. He pulled out, allowing me to cough, splutter and get my breath back, before ramming himself back in, holding my head still so he could use my mouth like a pussy, pistoning in and out between my lips, his full balls slapping into my chin again and again.
He assailed me with yet more dirty talk as he pulverised my mouth.
“Yeah daddy’s little girl likes getting face fucked don’t you you little slut? You like having a ten inch cock pound your fucking slut mouth. Oh yeah daddy’s cock is the best baby-what a dirty bitch you are getting choked by your own father’s dick.”
He held me and fucked my mouth for several minutes, till my mouth was numb and the tears running down my face were joining the drool falling from the sides of my mouth, combing to form the waterfall of my incestuous face fuck, cascading down over my chin onto my tits.
He pulled out with a huge plop, allowing me several seconds to gasp for breath. I knew what was coming next, and I wanted it. Oh yes I wanted it bad.
“Get on all fours.” he demanded.
I dropped onto my hands and knees, still wearing my black skirt which I hitched up over my back. My ass was in the air and my cunt exposed.
“Stick it in me daddy”, I said. “Go on stick it in me, stick your little girl, fuck me daddy.”
He dropped to his knees and gripped my hips hard, placing his cockhead right against my soaking pink slit.
He drove himself into me inch by inch, stretching my cunt walls to new expanses-I could feel the ridges of those veins as my vaginal muscles squeezed his cock. He powered in all the way, right up to he hilt, his balls slapping into me. I had consumed all ten inches of his meat stick-god it was like an animal in of itself-alive and throbbing in my cunt-fuck that fill was good.
“Now fuck me daddy! Screw your own daughter like a fucking dog!”
And fuck me he did, slowly picking up the pace till he was pounding me like a jackhammer, so fast and hard he must have been close to ten thrusts a second, my body shaking with every slam.
“Oh yes fuck me rough daddy, pull my hair and smack my ass! Call me a whore, c’mon daddy get fucking rough, let’s fuck like animals-yeeeeeaaaaaah!”
I was now lost in my pure animal self as he gripped my hair and yanked my head right back, planting a huge smack right on my ass cheek as he did so.
“Oooh yeah daddy”, I responded, as I felt the heat on my ass. “Oh yeah fuck your little girl, you treat me nasty, teach me a fucking lesson daddy, fuck me hard for being a little slut!”
“You want to get fucked rough, I’ll fuck you rough you little whore. I’ll split you in two with my fucking big dick-you like how big my dick is? Take my fucking cock, here it comes, here comes daddy’s spunk, you want daddy to spunk up your cunt?”
“Yeah come on daddy, give me that spunk, shoot it right up my slut cunt, c’mon daddy…”
We erupted in an explosion of simultaneous incestuous orgasm. He slammed into me one last time and shot his hot, thick, creamy load into my cunt walls, stream after long stream, just as my own orgasm crashed into me.
Shockwaves ripped though my body from head to toe, my body convulsing if I had received an electric shock, my climax bursting inside my cunt. I felt myself gushing all over daddy’s cumming cock, as if two fire-hoses were directed against each other inside, daddy cum and daughter cum spurting into each other, the excess seeping out from between my cunt lips and his cock, oozing down the insides of my legs. I was now a receptacle for the debauched soup of climactic family juice.
“Ok dear”, said daddy. “I’ll let you go out like this more often if we have these little family get together before hand. Sound good to you?”
Now that was an arrangement I could live with.