Dirty Daddy

I hear the ice in his glass clink in its empty vessel behind me. He calls me over and pats his lap. I sit on his lap. He brushes the hair from in front of my face and says, “Such a pretty girl.” I smell the whiskey on his breath as he continues, “You know Daddy loves his little girl.” I nod saying nothing.

He idly twirls my pigtails and leans in to kiss my neck. He lingers and inhales the smell of my skin. I freeze as he sets his empty glass on the table. He smirks, “Daddy’s hand is cold. Want to be a good girl and warm it up?”

I nod sheepishly. He lowers his gaze and said, “What was that?” I blushed and said, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” He slides his hands between my thighs just shy of the gusset of my panties. “Much better.”

I whimper and shiver. His voice gets stern, “Careful, little girl, all that squirming may get Daddy excited and you know what happens when Daddy is excited.”

I couldn’t help but squirm as a shiver ran down my spine. I held my breath. He felt it. He grabbed my pigtails forcefully, “Does Daddy’s little girl want to deal with an excited Daddy?”

I gasped and couldn’t answer so he took it as a yes. He forced me off his lap and freed his semi hard cock. I looked up at him and all he said was, “Now.”

My mouth honed in on his cock. I sucked his dick like my life depended on it. He was hard and twitching in my mouth. I thought I was safe, but Daddy had other plans. He grabbed my pigtails and marched me into the bedroom. I pleaded with him but my pleas fell on deaf ears. He threw me on the bed and said, “you’d better get my cock wet ’cause it’s the only lube your ass is going to get.”

I knew better than to question him or pause. I immediately sucked him down until I gagged and he abruptly pulled me off his cock. He easily flipped me over, lifted my skirt, stripped my panties down and in a flash he was on top of me with his cock at my ass. I cried out as he forced himself into me. He put his hands around my throat and squeezed as he slid into my ass.

He began thrusting into me without giving me time to adjust to him. He raped my ass and tears welled in my eyes as I struggled to breathe.

He fucked my ass harder and said, “That’s Daddy’s good girl.” I whimpered and came hard as he continued to fuck my ass. I felt his orgasm mounting and I started to fuck him back until he lost it and came in my ass.

We lay motionless. He grip eased on my neck and his weight collapsed onto me. He pulled out of me unceremoniously and rolled onto his back.

“That’s a good girl, taking care of Daddy.”

I wiped the tears from my eyes and said, “Thank you, Daddy.”

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2 Responses to Dirty Daddy

  1. Phil McGee says:

    Love the story, wish I could write, even my own family experiences.
    Hope to find more stories for inspiration.
    thanks, Phil

  2. Steph D'Argent says:

    Super hot…more please!

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