She is sitting in his chair in front of his desk. This is where he spends so much of his time, his work keeping him away from her. She loves her daddy. She wants him around all the time.
The dust that covers his typewriter — but not the keys or the… what did he call it? The Daisy wheel? There’s no dust on the inside because he uses it so much. And that makes her jealous. She wished his hands were on her that often.
She knows that she isn’t supposed to think that way about her dad. He’s her step-dad, and she’s known him for years. It’s not like her mom just married him, but…. it’s wrong, she knows, but she loves the smell of him so much. She loves being close to him, when he puts his hand on her shoulder, or, even better, when he caresses her knee.
His touching isn’t inappropriate. He’s an adult and they say she’s still a kid. But it makes her all warm inside her belly. All tingly.
He watches his porn up here, sometimes, too. When he thinks Mom isn’t looking. She’s seen him, once or twice. Just as he’s finished, usually. He puts his phone on its side against the typewriter and turns the chair to the side of the desk. The bottle of lotion on the corner isn’t because his hands get dry with the dust like he says. She’s sixteen — she’s not stupid.
Sometimes she imagines what it would be like to be under his desk. Would he notice her? She would be so close to him, able to smell him. And if he turned that chair to the side while she was down there, if he didn’t know — or even if he did, if he just pretended he didn’t, for her….
That would be hot. She would have such a story for her friends. They like her step-dad. They can almost have him, if they wanted. But he’s hers.
Her vagina is warm. She hates that word. As her fingers run across her little red shorts, the one with the cartoon monkey on them that are too short, her butt hangs out of them if she’s not careful, she wonders what else to call it. They call it a pussy in the porn she sometimes watches.
“I wonder what daddy calls it,” She whispers, pressing her two middle fingers against her labia. They’re so warm, and she can feel her moisture through the fabric. She isn’t wet through, yet.
That would be embarrassing if daddy walked in right now.
She looks at the door, then the clock. He’s asleep in the couch. She should have at least another half hour before he gets up. And she’ll hear him if he moves. That’s plenty of time to get some reading done.
She’s not supposed to read daddy’s work. Reaching into the bottom drawer, all the way in the back, she pulls out his secret notebook. Especially not this. If he caught her reading this….
Heat pulsed through her pelvis as she imagined how upset her daddy would be. That would be so bad of her. He would need to vent his frustration on her.
She hoped he would spank her.
To feel his hands on her hips, the rough pads of his palms and the sharp digging of his fingertips as they curl into her skin. He holds her in place, exactly where he wants her, bent over his chair. The pregnant pause, the anxiety as he takes one hand away.
She shivers.
The book, a plain composition notebook from Wal-Mart or somewhere, and wide ruled, no less, lay on the best before her. She stared at it. Slipping her fingers into the waistband of her shorts and through the short copse of hair she let grow there, she was aware of how slick she was before her fingers spread her lips apart. Her juices were thick and already soaking into her shorts. She would have to change before Daddy woke up.
He hasn’t been rough with her in years. She thinks it’s because Mom won’t be rough with him. They used to wrestle. She would get all sweaty and her hear would beat and he would make such noises in his throat when he was getting tired that sent shudders through her. The last time was a couple years ago. That’s when Mom stopped liking it, she thinks. Her noises were definitely more muted since then.
That’s when Daddy got hard with her. They were wrestling. Daddy had just pinned her on her back. He held her wrists in his hands. His body lay crosswise across her. He was heavy. And then the briefest touch, just enough for her be aware that something soft and fleshy yet surprisingly hard and rigid was pressed against her hip.
Daddy’s hard cock.
She slipped a finger inside her. God, she was so wet. She wished Daddy’s cock were here now. She wanted to suck it, and to let him fuck her. To pin her under his weight like that again, but this time she wanted that hard cock inside her.
Right hand gripping the desk, legs and butt scooted most of the way off Daddy’s chair, she leaned forward. She slipped in her second finger.
It went in easy. Her back arched with the pleasure of it. She looked at the ceiling, closing her eyes. Her pelvis rocked of its own as she moved her fingers against the motion for the most intense pleasure of her life. Her pussy gripping her fingers tight, but her juices fairly flowed across her knuckles. God. She wanted Daddy to fuck her like he used to fuck Mom.
A noise. Just outside the door.
She looked to the sound just as Daddy’s face appeared in the door. He hadn’t seen her yet, but he would soon.
All she had time to do was yank her hands out of her shorts. They had slipped low on her hips, the tops of her cheeks peeking out. She felt so foolish, sitting on the edge of the chair still, her fingers shiny and wet with her juices, as Daddy became aware of her.
His frown was shortlived. His eyes and brow widened with surprise even as they darkened with suspicion. “What are you–” he started to ask, but then he saw the notebook. He shot his glare back to her, more alarmed than she thought it would be. “Did you read that? How did you even know it was there?”
She couldn’t answer. She felt naked under Daddy’s gaze, bad, like she deserved to be punished. But she was intensely aware of how the sweat pants he wore folded around his cock — and that it was more than a little hard.
“Stand up,” Daddy suddenly said.
She looked up at him. Confused and afraid.
He grabbed her by the left wrist and pulled her upright. She didn’t know what he was doing until too late as he pulled her hand to his nose. The slightest twitching of his nostrils as he smelled her scent. Her guts tightened. Her pussy gushed.
Daddy released her wrist. His eyes were unreadable,his face impassive. It was intense. And it is exactly how he looked at Mom before he fucked her _right_.
“Turn around.”
She shivered as she obeyed. Excitement made her whole body tingle. What was Daddy going to do?
The answer was as evident as the thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap of a leather belt through denim belt loops. Instinctively she turned to the sound. Daddy was yanking his good belt put of his favorite pants. She hadn’t even realized they were in here. He noticed her movement.
Now his eyes burned with something. Anger? Desire? She didn’t know.
“I told you to turn around” was his cool command.
Her head jerked back where she was indicated on its own.
She could hear as much as feel his approach. He stood right behind her. Taller than her by more than a foot, he may as well have towered. She shuddered.
Suddenly his hand was at the small of her back. His knuckles curled and he held her shorts by the waistband. He leaned into her so that the back of his hand was pressed into her. His mouth was close to his ears.
“It is impolite for a young lady to allow her shorts to fall so low.” She heard the hitch in his voice. He pulled hard on her shorts, lifting the waistband above her hips to her waist. He rain the hand back and forth a few times making sure that it was securely in place. The legs of the shorts were pulled into her groin, where they bunched, leaving all of her ass exposed to him.
“There. That’s better.”
Daddy’s obvious pleasure, with her body, she could not doubt — she may be a nerdy homebody, but she kept her ass tight and perky just for this moment.
“Bend over.”
Daddy’s command took her off guard. She hesitated. A rough hand shoved between her shoulder blades and she was rocked forward.
“Hands on the chair. Now.” When she was again too slow to act, Daddy said, “If you accept your punishment like a big girl, with courage and grace, it will not hurt so bad.”
The words could have been a kiss. The muscles of her spine turned to water and she flowed forward. Not only did she place her hands on the chair, but she bent lower, exposing more of the long, lean flesh of her legs until she was lying with her cheek against the smooth leather. Her hands were crossed beneath her chin.
The first blow fell before she had settled all the way in. She heard it before she felt it; the whoosh and crack of air, her hair cascading slightly into her face. Then the first sting. Then the realization that he had hit her hard enough to rock her forward. By the time she could locate the fire in her backside, it was a raging fire. The heat across the tops of her thighs, just below her buttocks and the only thing shielding her pussy from the wrath of Daddy’s belt never seemed to stop growing. It was unbelievable, spreading throughout her body first as agony, then as the most intense pleasure.
She arched her back, tucking in her belly and her sensitive bits away from danger.
The lash came from the other direction this time. Across the top part of her ass. She couldn’t run from this. Not that way.
“You have not been a very good girl lately, you know?” Daddy asked. His voice was conversational, but thick. “Your mother lets you get away with too much. But now we’re alone, and I am supposed to be your father, afterall. So I will straighten you out myself.”
Once more his hands were on her. Once more knuckles curled around her waistband. But this time it was fingertips which fell flush with her skin. Fingernails that bit into her flesh and left trails of pain down her back and across her butt and all the way down her legs to her ankles.
She cries out. At the exposure. At the pain. At her disbelief that this were happening and that she didn’t want to want to leave. She shouldn’t be here. Daddy shouldn’t be doing this. And all she wanted was for him to rape her whore can’t until he was finished with her. Her cry quickly became a whimper as she settled back down on the chair. Her elbows were tucked in below her now, her fingers wrapped around the far end of the seat.
She wants this. She wants to be restrained.
Daddy’s cock was hot. And it was suddenly all the way inside her.
There is no pain. As she herself knows, she was gaped open ready for him and just oozing juices down her legs.
He doesn’t move. She thought he would fuck her like she sometimes sees I hentai — hard and fast and relentless until she doesn’t even like it anymore and then her pussy overflows with his cum as her belly starts to grow with the size of his load. She pants. She wants him to move!
Her pussy grips down on his cock. It was like a cramp. She wanted it to move so badly she tried to push it out. And then Daddy flexed back.
She can feel every ridge if his penis as it swells inside her. Every pulsing vein. It gets so hard she almost thinks he put a toy or something in her. And then his hands fall onto her ass and there is more of him pushing inside her.
And more.
And more.
Oh my god, she thinks, when his pelvis touches the back of her thighs, how long is his cock? It’s so much bigger than she thought it would be.
Just as slowly as he pushed it into her, he pulled it back out until she was empty again. She groaned. A greedy animal noise she thought sounded like a goat or sheep or something, erupted from her throat. She lowed, long and desperate for Daddy’s cock. She was ashamed, but proud of herself. She was a slut, but she was about to get everything she ever wanted.
Daddy’s hand slapped her ass. Then again. Then again when she cried out. And again, once more for every time she made a noise. The spot was hot. She could feel it bruising and knew that it was cherry red. She wanted it to stop, she wanted to be bred like a mare in a barn, but she didn’t know what to do. She screamed a frustrated squeel.
“Good girls,” Daddy said, smacking her again, harder, rocking her on her knees. She might have fallen if he hadn’t caught her with the other hand. It wrapped around the bone of her hip, fingertips digging painfully into her flesh. “Are quiet. They accept their punishment without complaint. And they do not throw temper tantrums when they don’t get what they want!”
He had be slapping her so hard through all of this, real anger and frustration, but frustration she knew was with her mom and his inability to fuck his step-daughter these last two years. He punctuated his exclamation by shoving his meaty cock back inside her. This time all the way around her cervix to her back wall and beyond. In one thrust.
She gasped. She might have called out if she had not been so surprised. She was glad she didn’t.
Daddy fucked her.
He gave her exactly what she had hoped for: he pounced her in that position, hands on her hips, feet spread wide outside hers, slamming her body against him with every thrust for maximum penetration and friction. She could feel it, knew intuitively that he was fucking her exactly how he liked it.
She came. She didn’t mean to, it just… happened. Waves of agonizing euphoria went through her. Her legs danced and jitter ed, her teeth clenched as she fought to swallow a scream like she was being murdered. And the whole time Daddy fucked her just exactly as hard, at one point wrapping a strong arm around her middle to restrain her wild bucking and mash her clit between his fingers.
What felt like a hundred years later, she was empty again. Daddy’s hand was suddenly in her hair and she was yanked backward. Forced into her knees. Turned to face him.
When she knew again what was happening, something wet and hot was on her face. She opened her eyes and watched as jet after jet of thick, sticky cum shot out of Daddy’s cock. It pulsed with each rope of the stuff, his balls tucking against his body.
She wasn’t sure if he was finished when she put her mouth around his cock. She could taste his cum, salty and sweet and unlike anything she had ever tasted. Her hands wrapped themselves around the base of his shaft and she pushed the head as far down her throat as she could.
She’d never had a cock in her hands, let along her mouth. She’d sucked Sally’s dildo once, when no one was around. It was close. But this was so much better. She couldn’t it very deep before she started to gag, but her lack of skill didn’t matter.
Daddy took her by the hair at the base of her skull in both fists. He pulled her away from his cock by the weight of her head. The pain was ecstacy. When he pulled her forward, he walked backward until she was rocked onto her knees and forced to support her weight with her hands in the carpet.
He fucked her mouth.
She kept her lips wrapped around the shaft and her tongue flash and broad and just let the ridges and vein pass over the roof of her mouth. It felt so good to be the one sucking Daddy’s cock. It deserved to be her. And before she thought it was possible, she felt the quivering in his cock. He was going to come again.
The first spurt went right down her throat. And the second. And the third. He had pushed himself all the way inside her. Her nose was pressed into his short pubes. When he pulled it out to rub the back of his head on her tongue, she was relieved and disappointed at the same time. She could’ve held her breath the whole time. But she wanted to taste his load. To pass it over her tongue and down her throat and swallow it herself.
She got what she wanted. More cum than she could swallow with three gulps filled her mouth. She thought she would taste it forever.
She kept sucking because Daddy wasn’t fucking her anymore. His hands fell from her hair. He stepped away from her and his limp cock fell from her mouth. It was still red and the veins and ridges still stood out against the flesh, but it was very obviously much smaller and not even a little hard. She had fucked him limp. That was good right?
“Alright,” Daddy said. She looked up to him and he was pointing out of the room. “That’s enough for now. Go on. I’ll make dinner later, and if you do your chores maybe I’ll give you a reward.”
She practically skipped past him out of the room.
She didn’t pick up her shorts. If he wanted her to have them back, he’d have to bring them to her.
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