Author: Irishempath

Shay was far from a naughty girl. Quite the opposite. She was studious, smart, and hard working. She possessed a raw sensuality that made every man hard, but her naiviety made her oblivious to it.

Being a good girl was often boring. To break the monotony, Shay occassionally wrote anonymous erotic literature on the weekends. Her compositions were well-liked by fellow readers.

One particular fan, Stan, had been very responsive. He’d gone so far as to send her a private message. He seemed sane, articulate,,,,Shay responded.

Shay and Stan immediately hit it off. They discussed many topics. Shay knew that Stan was separated, and lived in another state.

Shay also recognized he was the type of man to whom she could actually talk to all night, in between (lots) of fucking.

That was a rare find. Shay wanted Stan.

Summer had approached. Shay knew, from Stan’s conversations, that his temporary living situation wasn’t ideal.

Shay decided to take a risk by drafting a message to Stan. She quickly hit send before she could change her mind : Read more »

John swiftly grabbed Emma by the waist and bent her over the arm of the couch. He shoved her face down to the seat of the couch, placing her bottom on display.

“DO NOT MOVE.” John ordered. Emma heard him walk away into the kitchen. She listened to the sound of Daddy opening the refrigerator, followed by the metallic crack of a beer can opening.

Emma stood, bent over the couch, as she listened to Daddy drinking one beer, followed by another. She felt so guilty.

She’d vowed to honor her Daddy when he locked her collar around her neck. She hadn’t tried to lie to him since she was a little girl. Emma knew how badly her apoptive father was hurt by her mother’s cheating. Total loyalty was paramount to him.

Emma didn’t move a muscle. The throbbing in between her legs grew with each passing moment. She vulnerably stood bent over the couch, awaiting his return.

Emma heard his footsteps coming toward her after what felt like forever. She could sense Daddy was behind her.

Daddy’s words were slightly slurred as he sarcastically muttered, “I  see you didn’t move. Good to know you can still follow some directions.”  Read more »

The past few months had been the happiest John could recall in years. His decision to reign his daughter into submission was, by far, the best action he’d taken since adopting her.

John was a good man. He adored Emma more than anything. His manipulation to make her jealous and compliant with his sexual desires was well- intended. They’d both physically longed for each other over the past few years.

John was a handsome and well endowed man. His job as an Ironworker consistented of long, physically demanding days. He’d been lonely and lacking physical companionship for years until the night he entered Emma; taking her as his own.

Over the past few months, John could feel the blood flowing to his manhood the minute his hand turned the doorknob to his home.
He lived for this. The sight of his beautiful Emma, wearing nothing but panties as she kneeled to greet him.

The sight of Emma on her knees, waiting to please him, never grew old. He took a moment to drink in her beauty. Read more »

Emma had told Daddy she hadn’t wet herself. Her sweet Daddy thought she was too embarrassed to tell him, so he decided to check.

Emma was embarrassed, although not because she’d wet herself. Her panties were moist from Daddy touching her thighs.

She was unsure what it meant, or why it had been happening lately. Her “special little girl spot” as Daddy called it, would begin throbbing whenever she was near her adoptive father, John.

Daddy had slid down in between her legs to check her panties. The feel of his breath was making her pulse.

Emma felt him place his face closely up to her mound to smell it. Daddy repeated this several times. ” It doesn’t seem like you had an accident, but let me check a little more”.

Emma suddenly felt as if a bolt of electricity had shot through her. Daddy’s tounge grazed over her swollen clit. He repeated this over and over again, while gently pressing his finger up and down her tight slit.

Daddy slid the thin cotton material over to the side. She stifled the urge to moan as she felt his tongue lapping her up. Read more »

John heard a knock on his door as he laid in bed, listening to the thunder from the raging storm outside.

“Come in”.

Emma entered the room. Her voice was shaking.”Daddy, I’m really scared. I can’t sleep. May I please sleep with you tonight?”

Emma was standing at his bedside. Her little girl cotton panties were in his direct line of sight.

John often jerked off into Emma’s dirty panties while doing laundry. Today was no exception. His mind briefly wandered as he recalled secretly descerating a pair, just hours earlier.

John loved wrapping the crotch of her panties around his wide tip. Imagining Emma sliding them in between her legs, unaware the thin cotton barrier had been defiled and drenched in his cum, got him off every time. John knew it was wrong, but loved it, nonetheless. He justified it as a harmless way to release his growing desire for Emma.

Emma’s mother only cared about sex. She couldn’t be bothered with purchasing clothes for Emma. As always, John picked up the slack. He’d agreed to purchase everything Emma needed, with the exception of her intimate wear. Read more »

Daddy had to go out of town for the weekend. He made arrangements for me to stay with our neighbor, old Mr. Miller.

Mr. Miller was in his late 60s or early 70s; much older than Daddy. I used to call him, “Grandpa”, and sit on his lap, when I was younger. I stopped when he started looking at me differently over the years.

“Sarah, I packed your weekend bag. Go put on the outfit I laid out in your room. Put some pretty pink bows in your hair while you’re at it.”

“Yes, Daddy!”

Daddy always chose my clothes. I was caught by surprise when I saw his favorite outfit laying on the bed.

“Hurry it up, Sarah! I gotta go soon!”

I pushed my curiosity about the outfit aside, quickly dressed, and returned to my waiting Daddy.

Daddy quickly looked me over. I could tell he was pleased.

“Good girl. Now, I expect to get a good report from Mr. Miller when I return. He’s done a lot to help us over the years. You’re to do exactly as he says. Do you understand me?” Read more »