(part of the Uncle Jack stories)
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It’s been a few weeks now since Uncle Jack and I have started seeing each other. Well, I mean.. can you even say that? We can’t go on dates because he’s more than twice my age and people in his town know us. It’d be too dangerous to get caught out in public acting like a couple. But we’ve been sleeping together for a few weeks and I’m head over heels for him! I think the sneaking around just adds to the danger and excitement.
It means that I’m around his more often even if I’m not babysitting his son Mason. I just loving being around him, he’s kind, he’s so tender and his love for me is passionate and warm.
So, it made sense that I would make an effort to show off for him! A few days ago I bought this gorgeous little number online, I’ve been eyeing up the lingerie on Honey Birdette for months! And now is the perfect time to treat myself and even have Uncle Jack see me with something sexy on!
For those of you that want a sneak preview of what I got: [https://imgur.com/a/C9fpQG0](https://imgur.com/a/C9fpQG0)
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I walk through the house around 11:15pm, I know Daddy’s up, he started drinking earlier this afternoon with his poker buddies so the chances of them still playing in the kitchen are pretty high.
I try my hardest to keep quiet, not wanting Daddy to hear me come in. He gets a little shitty when he’s drunk, almost cocky in front of his stupid friends. I hate them all but I especially hate Big Billy. The way that lecherous man stares at me, like he isn’t even trying to fuckin’ hide his semi. God, he makes me want to puke.
“Sammy? That you?” Daddy’s deep grunt comes from the kitchen.
“Ya Daddy. Only me. Gonna head straight to be, k?” but before I can even take the first step up, I hear daddy bellow back “Come in here for a minute. NOW.”
My heart sinks. I don’t want to go in there.
My footsteps are heavy as I make my way into the smoke filled kitchen, 4 men round the small poker table, cards, chips and beers out. Big Billy stood against the kitchen sink, eyes wandering over me as I come in, practically panting.
Daddy doesn’t bother to look up as he says “what the fuck have you been buyin’, girl?”
At first I don’t get his meaning but my eyes look over to the kitchen counter, within arms reach of Daddy. My Honey Birdette package lying open on the counter space. My stomach flips. I’m lost for words. He’s opened it.
Daddy grabs his beer and stands up, leans over and takes my brand new black satin bra in his hand and comes over to me. I want to run. I want the ground to open up, swallow me whole and never bring me back.
Within feet of me, I smell the beer on his breath as he spits “why the **fuck** would you be wantin’ to dress like a whore? Huh? Fuck Sammy! I knew you might not be a virgin at your age but the FUCK you think you doin’ wearing shit like this? You want men to think you’re a fuckin’ whore?! Is that what you fuckin’ want?”
My body trembles, I don’t look up at him. I stutter, barely able to get my words out. I hear the men round the table chuckle, I hear the deep growl come from Big Billy. Before I can say anything, Daddy grabs me by the arms and yanks me over to the poker table. Dragging me over, he throws me into his vacant chair.
My mind is spinning, I’m terrified, Daddy hasn’t been this angry in years and I don’t know what the fuck to expect. I feel a tear run down my cheek.
“I fuckin’ asked you a question, Sammy. Do you want men to think you’re a fuckin’ whore?” his voice is low and clear. The entire room is quiet. He’s stood behind me, pressed against me. Waiting for a response.
“N-n-no, Daddy.. I – I..”
“Fuckin’ lyin’ to me, Sammy! Is this what you want?!” he slams his beer down on the table in front of me, his hands flying to my chest as he grabs at my top and attempts to rip it down the middle. My hands grabbing at my chest, I’m begging him NO!
He tears at my white top, ripping it to expose my bra. The men all watching me now, listening to me beg daddy to stop. Trying to conceal myself against them. Daddy’s much stronger, he pulls and yanks, completely tearing away at my shirt until its in pieces.
But he doesn’t stop there. He starts to pull down on my bra, quickly exposing one breast. Two. I’m crying now, begging, pleading for him to stop. His firm grip on my bra means he has complete control. The bra breaks at the clasp and the material falls.
I’m sat there, trembling, eyes shut tight. Tears streaming down my face now as I quietly beg for him to stop. I try to cover myself, trying to shield my body from Daddy and his friends.
“Fuckin’ show them what a whore you are then, Sammy. SHOW ‘EM.”
Daddy grabs my wrists, pulling them apart, exposing my chest for everyone to see. I hear them cheer, I hear Big Billy wolf whistle. As I try to pull free of Daddy my breasts bounce more and more, the boys enjoying this wild show.
Finally having enough, Daddy lets me go.
“Get the fuck out.”
Without a beat, I throw an arm over my chest and get up quickly and run from the kitchen. Taking 2 steps at a time, I pound up the stairs, humilated, terrified.
I throw my bedroom door open and get into bed, sobbing my heart out.
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**All characters are 18+**
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vb559v/daddy_takes_whats_rightfully_his_part_1