Daddy’s Little Whore Part 2
Introduction:
All characters in this story are 18 and over. Constructive criticism is welcome. Enjoy!
I’d been scared at first, of course- but with his strong hands and his skilled mouth Daddy had forced me to submit to the pleasure, and before I knew it I was begging him to fuck me. He had, and it had felt so amazing I’d cum without his permission. He’d punished me then by taking my virgin ass. That had been excruciating at first, but then it had become bliss, and, when he let me, I had cum with him so hard I hadn’t been able to move afterward.
I felt myself getting wet as the memories played through my head, and my hand began to snake down my naked body. My fingers were almost to my pussy when I remembered the rules he had laid down just after he’d finished- among them- I wasn’t to masturbate without his permission. I was his little whore now- I was to follow all orders he gave, clothing was forbidden in the house unless we had company, he would take me whenever and however he liked, I was not to fuck anyone else without his permission- and I was not to masturbate without his permission. And, of course, I wasn’t to tell anyone.
I sighed wistfully as I pulled my hand back and climbed out of bed, heading for my bathroom. My red hair was wavier than usual, as I had fallen asleep with it still wet from my shower hours earlier. I brushed it as I mused that being naked at least made getting ready for the day much easier, then headed down to the kitchen to cook breakfast for my dad.
He came in as I was plating it, wearing only pajama pants, his lean, muscled chest bare, and I eyed him nervously, hoping he hadn’t been so drunk that he’d forgotten the night before. He gave me an appraising glance before nodding in approval, and I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding in relief. He did remember. I set his plate in front of him as he sat at the small table in the breakfast nook, then grabbed my own and sat across from him, waiting to eat until he had begun. We ate in silence for a few moments, and then he spoke up.
“Amy… I didn’t mean for last night to go as far as it did… it now that it has, I have no intention of going back. I have wanted you far too long to allow that… the rules stay in place, do you understand?”
“Yes Daddy. And… I’m glad. I was scared, at first, but… I’m glad,” I replied shyly, blushing.
“And you will follow every command without question or argument?” He asked, his eyes on me.
“Of course, Daddy.”
“Good, because future punishments will not be as enjoyable as last night’s was,” he replied sternly.
I nodded and gathered up the dishes, taking them to the sink to rinse them before bending to load them in the dishwasher. I gasped as I felt strong fingers push into my exposed pussy, sliding deep, rubbing against my g-spot.
“You’re wet,” my dad remarked. “You haven’t been playing with yourself, have you?”
“N-no Daddy,” I half-moaned. “I was just thinking about last night when I woke up and it made me horny…”
“Good,” He said, and I could hear the smirk in his voice. He withdrew his fingers and turned me around, lifting his fingers to my mouth. Obediently I opened my mouth and sucked his fingers clean, tasting myself on them.
“Why don’t you put that sexy mouth to work on my cock,” Daddy suggested, pulling it out as he spoke. I knelt in front of him, taking his hard cock in my hand, stroking it slowly. I lifted it towards his stomach and slowly ran my tongue from base to tip, then repeated the motion, moving around his shaft until I had tasted every inch. Then I swirled my tongue around the head, flicking it against the sensitive spot just below, before sucking it into my mouth slowly.
I heard my Daddy moan as I did, his fingers tangling in my hair as I pulled him further past my lips. My tongue flicked and teased him as I pushed his cock deeper, into my throat, fighting past my gag reflex. My nose brushed against his pubic bone as I took him all the way in, holding him there, enjoying the feeling of him in my throat, then I began to move, slowly, then faster until my head was bobbing steadily.
“Ohh you’re so good at sucking Daddy’s cock baby!” He groaned, his hand tightening in my hair. I worked harder, my lips tight around him, worshipping him. I felt his cock twitch and his grip tightened even more, holding me still as he came down my throat. I swallowed every drop and kept sucking, milking him, not wanting to let any of his cum go to waste. Spent, he pulled from my mouth and helped me stand, his hands resting on my ass.
“You are such a good little whore baby,” he said softly before moving away from me. “I have to go out for a bit- as a reward you may play with yourself- but you can’t cum. And I want you to take a video of it. Okay?”
I nodded, resisting the urge to begin right then, needing to touch myself. I waited until he had dressed and left before going to my room. I had a little tripod for my phone, and I set it up on the dresser across from my bed, hitting record. Then I laid down on my bed, my knees bent and spread wide, positioning myself so that the camera would catch everything.
I kept my eyes on the camera as I moved my hands over my body, massaging my tits, pinching and twisting my nipples until they were rock hard points, then moved a hand slowly over my stomach down to my wet and waiting cunt. I rubbing my fingers lightly over it, rubbing up against my clit with each stroke, then allowed two fingers to slip inside. I fingered myself torturously slow, knowing if I went fast I’d only end up cumming. Then I brought them out to rub my clit sensually until I could hardly take it any more, and slipped the fingers back inside again, stalling my orgasm, my other hand still fondling my tits, moaning softly as I tormented myself.
Feeling adventurous, I rolled over on all fours, my ass facing the camera, and pushed my fingers in deep to wet them before moving them to rub the tight ring of my asshole. Reveling in the sensations the nerves there produced I pushed my middle finger in, gasping in pleasure. I began to thrust, my finger pushing in to the the second knuckle each time, then, wanting more, I added my index finger, stretching my tight asshole wider.
Feeling particularly naughty, I rolled back over and lifted my knees by my ears, giving a clear view as I wet the first two fingers of each hand in my soaked pussy, then reached down to slip two into my ass, stretching it open, the. Added the other two, forcing my ass to open more, stretching it for the camera, my thumbs spreading my pussy lips at the same time. I hoped Daddy thought I was a good whore with this video… I desperately wanted to cum.
I heard a car door outside and removed my fingers, letting my ass regain its tight shape. I turned off the camera on my phone and headed downstairs.
Daddy came in with a large black bag to find me waiting for him. He shut the door and raised a questioning eyebrow at me, and I handed him my phone. He took it and set the bag down before sitting on the couch and motioning for me to join him. I sat next to him with me legs crossed at the ankle as he watched my video, his hand caressing my thigh absently, sending chills through my already aroused body. He smiled as he got to the part where I spread myself open for him, then handed my phone back when it was over.
“Very good, but we need to get you closer to the edge so you can learn to hold back better,” said Daddy, teaching for the bag at his feet. “I bought a few things to help with your training in that area.” He pulled out a bodywand vibrating massager , restraints, and a medium sized butt plug. “This,” He said holding up the plug, “is to help get you used to anal… though it seems you’ve already started working on that,” he finished with a sly smile.
“You will wear this every day for as long as I wish, until I think you’re ready for a different one. On your hands and knees then,” he commanded briskly. I moved to obey, getting on all fours beside him on the couch. I heard the bag rustle then a squelch like lotion or some other liquid, then I felt the plug, the tip cool and slippery, nudging at my ass. Slowly he eased it in, and it was painless, thanks to my play earlier and the substance he’d covered it with. I moaned softly as it slid in, my rosebud clenching tightly around the base. Then I was allowed to sit regularly on the couch once more.
“How does it feel?” Daddy asked.
“It feels good… full, but not as much as when it was your cock,” I said breathlessly, feeling it shift as I did.
“Good. Now come little whore, we’re going to my room for your training.”
He led me to his bedroom and had me lay spread eagle on the bed. Then he restrained my wrists and ankles to the head and foot boards, checking that I couldn’t move. I was nervous and excited, my nipples already hard in anticipation, my bare cunt even wetter than before.
He took out the body wand and tested it, making sure it worked properly, then looked down at me with a mischievous leer. “I’m going to use this on you, drawing you to the brink of orgasm, then I will take it away until you’ve calmed. I am going to do that again and again and again. The first time you cum without permission you will earn 20 spankings, which will not be gentle, and you will count each one. Every following orgasm I do not allow will earn twenty more plus another five. Do you understand?”
“Yes Daddy,” I said nodding.
“Good,” he replied, turning it on low and placing the vibrating head against my clit. I gasped at the new feeling on my sensitive nub sending small waves of pleasure through me. He grinned and began to turn it up until it was on high and I was moaning loudly and writhing against my restraints. He held it there, watching with hungry eyes the pleasure courses through me, driving me closer and closer. Just when I thought I could take no more he pulled it away, and my body began to calm as the impending orgasm receded.
He watched, pleased, as I relaxed, then placed the wand to my clit once more, still at full power, causing me to buck and arch as best I could, crying out at the sudden wonderful assault on my sex. I tried to fight the fire building inside me as he held my hips down, forcing me to be still, keeping the wand pressed on my clit. Again, just when I thought I would burst, he pulled away.
Then he placed the wand against the plug. The vibrations traveled through it into me ass and I was so surprised by the incredible feeling I couldn’t hold back and I came hard, screaming. Scowling, Daddy undid the wrist restraints and pulled me over him on the bed.
“I told you what would happen if you came, little whore,” he hissed. “Don’t forget to count.” Then he spanked me. Hard.
My ass stung as I cried “one!”
He spanked again, harder, and not quite in the same place. “Two!”
Again, harder. “Three!”
Then the other cheek. “Four!”
-spank- “five!”
-smack!- “six!”
Harder still. “Seven!” I cried, tears welling in my eyes.
He continued like this as I counted each strike, never in the same spot, and tears had started to run down my cheeks. Yet even as I cried the sting felt delicious, making me wetter even as it hurt.
At fifteen, he spanked right on the base of the plug, jolting it deeper for just a moment. “Fifteen!” I cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. He could see I was getting wetter and the next landed half on my thigh, half on my pussy.
“Sixteen!” I cried out again, more in pleasure this time.
He hit the plug again. “Seventeen!” I half-moaned.
-smack!- on my cheeks. “eighteen!”
-smack!- this one was square on my soaked cunt and I moaned “nineteen!” hungrily.
He landed the last one on my cunt again and I cried out “twenty!” as he let his hand rest there. His fingers dipped in, feeling my swollen cunt begging for him.
“Fuck little whore, I need you now!” He growled, pushing me off his lap and forcing me on all fours in front of him. He entered me in one hard, forceful thrust, pushing me forward, and the sensation of his cock in my pussy and the plug in my ass was almost too much. He began to fuck me greedily, using me with such intensity it was all I could do to stay up. With every powerful thrust his pubic bone hit the plug, jarring it delightfully in my tight ass, the combined feeling driving me higher and higher.
His thrusts became harder, faster, and he pushed me face down into the bed, keeping my ass in the air as he pummeled into me. My screams were muffled by the pillow and I could tell I wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
“Cum for me little whore,” he demanded, fucking my wildly, and I screamed into the pillow as my body gladly obeyed, my pussy clamping tight around his cock, my convulsions massaging and milking his cock as he growled and came hard inside me. It felt amazing and only pushed my orgasm higher as I felt stream after stream shot into my womb and in the back of my mind I was suddenly very glad to be on the pill so that I could fully enjoy this feeling.
He pulled out after he was finished and I fell over onto the bed, feeling wonderfully spent.
“Have some lunch and rest,” he said simply as he pulled his pants up. “But don’t shower yet. I want my cum drilling down your legs. You will clean any mess you make later, when I am done with you for the day. I will be in my study.”
And then he left, and I smiled to myself, looking forward to the rest of the day, knowing he had more in store for me.
