Daddy’s Little Whore Part 1
Introduction:
All characters are 18 and over. This has overtones of rape and mild violence, nothing too bad but if you have a problem with those you might steer clear. This is my first story- hope you enjoy!
“Where have you been young lady?!”
I turned slowly towards the voice to see my dad sitting on the couch, an empty glass in his hand, a half-empty whisky bottle on the side table. Anger flashed in his dark eyes as he rose, slightly unsteady, to his feet, his presence menacing as he stalked over to me, six feet tall, dark eyes and hair, his body lean and muscular, like a Jaguar with prey in its sights.
“Well young lady?” He asked stopping in front of me, towering over me. Fear crept through my drunken haze as I stammered,
“I-I was just out with a couple of friends Daddy… like I told you earlier…”
“Don’t lie to me!” He roared suddenly, stepping closer, forcing me to back up against the wall. “You expect me to believe you were ‘out with friends’ until 3am, dressed like a whore? You can barely stand you’re so drunk! You were at another damned party!”
I shrank away from him. “I-I’m sorry Daddy!” I slurred. “I just wanted to have a little fun after finals…”
“Fun?” He shouted. “Dressed like that? I’ll bet you had a ton of ‘fun!’ How many of the boys there got to have ‘fun’ with you, huh?”
“I just- I just wanted to look sexy,” I squeaked, avoiding his eyes. “I didn’t- I wouldn’t do anything like that Daddy…”
He stepped closer, his body almost touching mine as I pressed myself against the wall. “Don’t lie to me young lady! No boy is going to let someone dressed like you leave without enjoying you first. And if you’re half the whore you look like right now- you’d have let them. Are you a whore Amy? Is that how you want to be treated?” His voice changed with the question- deeper, huskier somehow, and there was a strange hunger in his eyes i dismissed as anger in my stupor.
I looked down again, ashamed to meet his eyes. He snorted derisively, then suddenly grabbed me, one hand cupping my ass and the other grabbing my face, forcing me to meet his gaze, his body pushing forward against mine at the same time, pinning me between himself and the wall. I was vaguely aware of something pressing against my stomach as he did.
“So you are a little whore,” he said with a growl. “Maybe I should show you what happens to whores who lie to their Daddies…” he said, then his hand slid from holding my face to grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head back. His hand slid beneath my skirt to grip my ass tighter as he forced a rough kiss on my unsuspecting lips, causing me to cry out in alarm. I tried to push him away but it was like fighting a wall. His kiss tasted like whiskey and felt like it would leave bruises.
His hand left my ass and moved to cup one of my breasts, groping it hard as he forced his tongue into my mouth. Again I tried to fight him, push him away, and suddenly his mouth was gone from mine and he had grabbed one of my wrists, spinning me around and pressing me face first against the wall. I could feel the silk of his tie as he bound my wrists tightly behind my back before wrapping a hand around my throat and growling in my ear, “whores don’t fight back, little girl.”
He jerked me away from the wall and forced me across the room, half dragging me to the couch, where he threw me down, my back against it. I looked up at him, confused and afraid. “Daddy, why are you doing this?” I asked, tears escaping my eyes.
His gaze was predatory as it roamed over my tight young body. My skirt had ridden up, teasing a view of my thong as I lay helpless on the cushions.
“I have tried to be patient. I have tried talking. It seems now the only way to keep you from dressing like a whore is to treat you like one,” he said angrily, kneeling by the couch, his hands reaching down to pull up my shirt, revealing my firm young tits.
“Don’t do this Daddy- please,” I begged pitifully.
“Shut up whore!” He snarled, slapping one of my naked tits, causing me to yelp in pain and surprise. His large hands grabbed them, massaging them roughly as he enjoyed feeling the soft masses. Horror filled me as my tender nipples responded to the attention and hardened against his palms. He chuckled as he felt them, moving to pinch them hard, eliciting another cry.
“Only a whore would get excited at her Daddy’s touch,” he snarled, leering at me. Then he leaned over, taking one of the tight nubs into his mouth, sucking it eagerly. Tears streamed down my face steadily as, much to my embarrassment and horror, his mouth sent tingles of pleasure through me. He bit down on my nipple and a cry mixed of hunger and fear escaped my lips. He heard the change in my voice and chuckled again, his hot breath sending small shivers through my chest. He attacked the other nipple with the same intensity, sucking and biting until I cried out again.
He continued to ravish my breasts as his right hand moved over my body to my thighs. I tried to clench them shut but he forced them open, running his hand up the inside of my thigh, slowly, as if teasing me. I tried to ignore the thrill it sent through me as he moved up to brush his fingertips against my mound.
“No Daddy, please,” I half begged, half moaned. He ignored me, pressing harder, his fingers moving against my slit up to my clit. I moaned as his touch, through the fabric, hit the sensitive nub hidden underneath before moving back down to run against my lips.
“You’re wet!” He sneered. “I can feel it even through this whorish thong! You like Daddy touching you, don’t you?”
“No Daddy!” I tried to protest, trying to deny what my body was doing. “Please Daddy, please stop!”
“Stop? I’m only getting started little whore. I bet you’d like to taste Daddy’s cock, wouldn’t you?” He asked, pulling away, standing, and fumbling at his belt, undoing it and his pants. He pulled me up by my hair and forced me to the floor on my knees as he pulled his thick, 8in cock out in front of my face.
I shook my head, staring at it in horror and… hunger? No… I didn’t want to do this, but my body was betraying me, wanting more even as I tried to lean back away from my dad.
“No Daddy please- I don’t want to do this. Please, I’ve learned my lesson, I swear!” I begged, looking up at him.
“Shut up and suck my cock whore!” He growled, rubbing it against my lips. I tried to clamp my mouth shut but he jerked on my hair and as I gasped in pain he shoved it in, making me gag as he forced it down my throat. He held my head there for a moment, moaning softly,
“God your mouth feels so good.”
Then he started to thrust, fucking my face slowly at first, then faster as he began to lose himself. I tried not to gag every time he hit the back of my throat, and my tongue pressed up against the thick shaft, teasing it, heightening his pleasure as he moved, knowing my only way out was to try to make him cum as fast as possible. With that thought I tightened my lips around him trying to make it feel as good as I could.
“That’s right little whore, suck Daddy’s cock!” He grunted, thrusting harder, forcing his way down my throat. “God you’re so hot baby! Your mother’s mouth never felt so good!”
He kept fucking my mouth for a few more minutes before groaning deeply, his cock twitching. I tried to pull away as I realized he intended to cum right down my throat but his grip in my hair held me fast and a second later I was forced to swallow rope after rope of hot, salty cum. Satisfied I had swallowed every drop he pushed me away, his cock slipping from my mouth as I fell against the couch, unable to catch myself and slipping to the floor.
“What a good whore you are,” he said, smirking. “And no, I’m not done yet,” he said, a hint of cruel laughter in his voice. “I’m going to make you beg Daddy to fuck you, just like the whore you are.”
He picked me up and sat me back down on the couch, sitting up this time. I wanted to beg again for him to stop but at this point I knew it was pointless. He was drunker than me, even before fear and… other sensations… had begun to sober me. He wasn’t the Daddy I knew and loved, and he wouldn’t listen to me. I sat defeated as his hands pulled my skirt and thong down my legs, leaving me shaved and wet pussy naked before him, my tears silent.
He pushed my knees apart, staring appreciatively at my tight young pussy.
“I am going to enjoy teaching you this lesson,” he said huskily, his fingers sliding up my thighs to the glistening mound between. He ran his fingers lightly over my lips, then again more heavily, letting them slide between them, parting the shining folds, moving close to the clit but not touching it. I was trying so hard to ignore the sensations his touch brought when I felt a finger slip into me, penetrating my tight pussy, eliciting a surprised cry of pleasure. A second followed, the fingers curling up to stroke my g-spot, and then someone- me, I realized- was moaning wantonly.
“You like that, don’t you whore?” he asked, his voice gloating. “You like Daddy’s fingers in your tight cunt. I bet you can’t wait to feel Daddy’s cock!”
I shook my head, trying to deny it, but then his thumb found my clit as he fingered me and my back arched as I cried out, his touch sending shivers up my spine as he teased me, his thumb flicking the nub over and over again as his fingers reached deeper, finding places I didn’t even know existed and forcing me to submit to the powerful feelings surging through me.
He withdrew his fingers and I heard myself whimper in disappointment. Then I felt his teeth nipping at my thighs, moving closer. The feel of his tongue on me, proving my folds as his thumb settle back over my clit forced my back into another arch as I gasped. My Daddy was eating my cunt and it felt… amazing! His tongue plunged deep inside me as it could, his mouth locked on me, and the things he was doing…
“Oh god Daddy,” I heard myself moan. I could feel his grin against me and felt him move up. His lips replaced his thumb and he flicked this tongue over my clit before sucking on it hard. I screamed at the new sensation, it felt sooo fucking good… and I couldn’t remember why I hadn’t wanted him to do this… my body writhed as he sucked my clit harder, and I nearly bucked him off in pleasure when he sucked it between his teeth, biting down just as he had my nipples.
“Oh my god Daddy yes! Please don’t stop!” I cried, feeling the pressure building inside me. “Please Daddy! I’m so close!”
He pulled away at that and smacked my soaked pussy, the stinging pain only bringing more pleasure, snarling “you cum when I say you can, whore! Got that?”
I nodded quickly, wanting him to continue, even as part of myself tried to tell me this was wrong. “I’m sorry Daddy… please don’t stop…” I begged.
He chuckled smugly. “Does my little whore want my cock now?”
I nodded eagerly, even as that other part of my tried to protest.
“Beg for it. Beg for Daddy to use your whore cunt,” he growled, stroking his cock in front of me.
“Please Daddy. Please use your little whore! Please fuck me Daddy!” I begged, igniting the part of me that told me to stop, trying to remind me that I hadn’t wanted this.
He grinned and pulled me hips to the edge of the couch. He rubbed the head of his thick, hard cock over my lips, teasing me. “What was that little whore? What did you want?”
“Please Daddy I want your cock!” I pleaded. “Please use my cunt! I’m your little whore Daddy!”
“Yes you are- you are MY whore!” He said, pushing inside in one hard thrust. I cried out in pleasure as I felt him stretching my pussy, so tight it wouldn’t allow all of him in at once. He pulled out and thrust again, going deeper, then again, until he was fully inside, filling me completely.
“God you’re so tight,” he moaned through gritted teeth, not moving, as if to let me adjust to his size. “Feels amazing around Daddy’s cock.”
Then he started moving, thrusting slow and deep to begin with, each thrust drawing out my moans as he filled me again and again.
“Daddy you feel so good inside me!” I moaned, my legs wrapping around him to draw him deeper.
My words seemed to break something inside him and he lost the slow control he’d been using, thrusting faster and harder, my moans growing louder with each thrust, my tits bouncing wildly.
“Daddy! Daddy I don’t think I can hold back any more!” I cried out, close to the edge again. He stopped moving and his hand wrapped around my throat as he snarled,
“You will or you will be punished, little whore.”
He pulled out and turned me over, untying my hands so that I could hold myself up, my ass eagerly facing him. He thrust in again, hard and fast, and began fucking me with renewed vigor, feeling even deeper from this position. My tits swung below me and he grabbed him, massaging them roughly as he plowed into me, my juices running down my thighs. One of his hands moved from my tits and ran through my juices before moving to my asshole, though I barely noticed until his thumb pushed past my tight rosebud. It didn’t hurt. In fact, it felt so good it pushed me over the edge and I screamed
“Oh God Daddy I’m cumming!”
As the damn broke and ecstasy courses through me. I came hard, the walls of my pussy clamping around my Daddy’s cock, my body writhing in pleasure.
He pulled out and I felt a hand wrap around my neck, choking me as he pulled me up against him.
“Dammit girl!” He said spanking my ass hard. “Now I have to punish you!” His free hand moved back to tease my asshole. “Maybe I should fuck your ass for disobeying me.”
My eyes went wide. His thumb had felt amazing but his cock…
“No Daddy! Please! It’s too big!” I gasped out weakly. “I’ve never had anything in there… please!”
“You disobeyed little whore! This is what you get!” He growled. He pushed me back down. “Spread your cheeks for me whore.” He demanded.
Trembling I did as he asked, spreading my ass for him. He dipped back into my pussy first, making sure his cock was nice and slick, then slowly, painfully, pushed against my asshole. I bit my lip against the pain as he pushed through, stretching my virgin asshole around his thick shaft. He groaned blissfully as my ass engulfed him slowly, inch by inch. He only got a few inches in at first so he pulled out, almost entirely, then pushed back in again, going deeper, forcing a pained moan from my lips as I felt he would tear me apart. He continued, pulling almost all the way out then pushing deeper and deeper until I felt his balls against my pussy. He moaned deeply as he felt the tightness pressing around him.
“Fuck little whore your ass feels… fucking amazing,” He growled, his hands massaging my ass for a moment. Then, as if remembering this was my punishment, he reached forward and grabbed me by the throat again, pulling me up and choking me has he began to thrust slowly, then faster as my ass relaxed around him.
It hurt at first- oh god did it hurt- but surprisingly the pain began to fade and melt into pleasure, and soon I was bucking back against him, meeting his thrusts with a desperation, needing more.
“Yes Daddy fuck your little whore’s ass!” I cried tightly, barely able to choke out the words, as I felt myself getting closer to another orgasm. He moved harder, faster, his hand tightening around my throat, making it harder and harder to breathe.
Just as I was feeling dizzy and almost over the edge he growled “now you may cum,” before stiffening. I could feel his cock twitching in my ass, then with a roar he came hard, shooting steam after stream of cum deep in my ass, still thrusting. The sensation drove me over and I came hard with him. For a second I thought I blacked out as I let out a strangled scream, my body convulsing in ecstasy, my ass milking his cock as my pussy gushed onto his balls. I collapsed in his grip and he released me, letting me fall limply onto the couch. He left me there, grabbing a towel to clean us up. Once done, he grabbed my chin to make sure I was facing him.
“You’re MY whore now. And you will follow MY rules. You are forbidden to wear clothing in this house unless we have guests. I will take you whenever and however I like. Your body is MINE. You will obey every order I give you. You will not masturbate without my permission. You will not fuck anyone else without my permission. You will telll NO ONE about this- not your friends, not when you visit your mother- NO ONE. You belong to me. Is that understood?”
I nodded feebly, exhausted, but knew enough to take off the shirt that had been pushed up over my boobs so that I was fully nude. He nodded in approval.
“Good. When you are able, to take a shower and go to bed. You will wake up early and make me breakfast, and we’ll see what I wish from you next.”
With that he stood and walked out, leaving me to recover on the couch.
