“Daddy.” I choked out when his hand went around my throat.
“Where the fuck is your underwear?”
He spanked my ass hard once and I fought back, swinging at his head again. “You little brat.”
Three harder slaps followed and then he was pulling on my arm again. “You want to act like a brat I’ll treat you like one.”
“No daddy.” He ignored me as he pulled me up the stairs and down the hallway to my room. I fought him all the way, kicking and screaming but to no avail.
Once in the room he turned me around to face him. My chest heaved from my exertions, brining his attention to my breasts.
His eyes widened on the pinpoints of my nipples as they strained against the thing material of my top. I was highly aroused and such an innocent I didn’t know how to hide it.
He pulled my top open and freaked when he noticed that I wasn’t wearing a bra. “What the…what is this? Why aren’t you wearing a bra Dakota?”
I don’t know what devil got into me but I wanted to taunt him to make him hurt the way he’d been hurting me. “It’s called easy access.” That seemed to tip him over the edge.
“Were you really going to walk out of here dressed like a little slut? And easy access for who?”
His words stung and tears gathered in my eyes. “I’m eighteen I can dress however I want to and see whomever I choose.”
“You think so do you? Well not as long as you live under my roof.”
“Fine, I’ll leave then.” I was full on crying now and went towards my closet to grab an overnight bag.
I wasn’t planning to take everything just a few things to get me through until I figured something out.
All the clothes in my closet had been bought with his money after all, and since this looked like goodbye I doubt he would want me to take thousands of dollars worth of clothes with me.
I started pulling things off of hangers too blinded by tears to see what I was doing, but just knowing that I had to get out of there quickly.
The next thing I knew I was being lifted off my feet, kicking and screaming as he walked over to the bed and pulled me down over his lap.
I couldn’t believe he was actually spanking me like a child. I screamed and wailed, telling him how much I hated him.
But by the fourth or fifth time his hand landed on my ass things changed. There was a fire burning inside me that the heat in my ass only seemed to inflame.
Each time his hand touched my heated flesh I didn’t feel anger or hurt, I felt desire. While I was thinking these things in my head my body was way ahead of me and reacted on its own
I felt wetness gather between my thighs and the feel of his hard thigh beneath me was suddenly pleasurable.
I had no idea what was going on inside my body. I only knew that they were the same feelings I’d been getting of late alone in bed.
The nights I’d touch myself and imagine that it was him doing it. There was an ache deep inside and I needed something, anything to make it go away.
5
Evan
Things were quickly getting out of control, just like I knew they would eventually. For months now she’s been acting up and I can’t figure out what the hell has gotten into her.
I knew it wasn’t Natalia’s passing that was making her act this way. We’d both weathered that storm together and I was sure I’d gotten her past the worst of it.
Losing my wife had been one of the hardest blows I’d had to face thus far. And had I not had her, my pseudo daughter, I might have crawled into a bottle and stayed there.
I was so caught up in my own grief those first few days that I’d selfishly not seen how much me little girl was hurting.
When Natalia had first brought the idea of having a teenager in the house underfoot I wasn’t too keen on the idea.
I knew all about her mother’s story but still, our lifestyle wasn’t suitable for a kid. Then she showed me the show she’d recorded on the news and I too felt something for the poor kid that had gotten such a harsh break.
It was more the fact that through all that she’d kept up her grades that impressed me. I’m a stickler for hard work and anyone who was willing to put in the effort in her situation was someone worth saving.
Then we met her and she was like the perfect angel. I’d been half expecting a hardened street teen even with her impressive grades.
But what we got was an innocent whose body and beauty belied the fact that she was as green as the hills.
I loved her on sight. Not the perverted kind of love that you read about in situations like these. Young hot teen and perverted old man.
No, it was an admiration that grew into love. How could I help it? She was the most accommodating respectful teen of my acquaintance, and so appreciative of everything we did for her.
There was never a cross word, never any flare ups between my girls. Though I’d worried sometimes that my wife might be feeling slighted by all the care and affection I showed for Dakota.
No matter the circumstances, she was still after all a very beautiful young girl with a body most men would kill to possess.
It helped that she wasn’t aware of this and that she went out of her way to hide her attributes. I hated when Natalia would take her shopping and buy her all these teenage clothing that I found unsuitable, but my little girl preferred her dad’s old tees and baggy sweats.
Thus my life was complete and I didn’t have to worry about horny teenage boys sniffing around her until maybe college.
I wasn’t holding out much hope for after that because with her beauty came a natural sensuality that exuded from her like the air she breathed.
I’d never allowed myself to think of her in any way other than a daughter though, I was too in love with my wife for anything like that.
And then Natalia was taken from us and we were both left twisting in the wind. Once I came to my senses and realized that she was hurting as much as I was I quite feeling sorry for myself.
And just because Natalia was gone that didn’t mean that could neglect the little girl she’d held such hopes for.
Then my head cleared and I started thinking about how she must feel and the last of my grief was stored away while I tended to her.
I’d started to feel worse for her because I knew what she’d come from, and to have her world turned upside down like that again must’ve been terrifying. So I buried my pain and sorrow and concentrated all my efforts on her.
Because I knew she needed me, that I was all she had in the world, I pulled myself together for her sake and got us both through the hardest part. But somewhere along the way she changed, it was around her eighteenth birthday.
It was as if knowing that she was now of age had released something inside me that I hadn’t even suspected was there.
I started seeing her in a new light. I found myself looking forward to coming home to her each night.
Longing for the look of her face and staring at the picture on my desk of her and Natalia that had been taken on our trip to Greece months before the accident.
Suddenly the more time we spent alone together the more my thoughts toward her changed.
I was in turns ashamed of myself for looking at her with anything other than fatherly love. And wanting to take her to my bed.
Many a night I laid in bed awake thinking about her down the hall in her bed. But it was when I caught myself stroking my cock to thoughts of her that I panicked.
Ashley wasn’t anything serious, she was just a distraction I needed to keep me from doing something stupid, something that could blow up in my face and destroy Dakota as well.
So I started staying out late and avoiding her as much as I could to escape temptation. But it wasn’t working.
I’d fuck Ashley with thoughts of her in my head. So now I was betraying two women instead of one.
But I had to at least try. There’s no way I could change our relationship now. She’d probably think I’m an ogre or something if I made a move
on her.
So I stayed away more and more because the feelings weren’t lessening, in fact the more I stayed away the stronger they became.
And something else was happening right before my eyes. Almost overnight she’d gone from my sweet little girl to a cantankerous disobedient child who argued with me at every turn.
On top of that Ashley seemed to have a hard time understanding our relationship and I more often than not felt like I was caught between the two of them.
I felt guilty because some of what she felt was true, I did have feelings for Dakota, very strong feelings, but I was sure they didn’t show. I was very careful to keep them hidden. Especially from the object of my desire.
6
Evan
Ashley was keen to meet Dakota until that first night they met and then she seemed to find fault with my girl about everything.
No matter what though, I had no intentions on getting rid of Dakota, she was in my life to stay. It’s what Natalia would’ve wanted, what I wanted.
So no matter how many hints were dropped I let it be known that my little girl wasn’t going anywhere.
After that she’d tried to make an effort to get along with Dakota and since my angle hadn’t complained to me about anything I thought all was fine. I’d expect her to tell me if anything was wrong because she tells me everything, but nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.
She’d stopped stopped pushing weeks ago now and I thought things were getting better, and now this.
I can’t believe she thought I would let her out of my house like that. Didn’t she know what dangers were out there after everything I’d taught her?
I never laid a hand on her and had no intentions on ever doing so, but she got me so mad I pulled her over my knee like a little girl and spanked her ass.
It wasn’t only because she was dressed so scantily but the fact that she was going to let some boy fuck her most likely, made me see red. No one else was going to have her.
“Who were you going to see dressed like a one dollar slut?” I spanked her ass harder at the thought that she might be going out to see some boy dressed like this.
The rage and jealousy was overwhelming and I got lost in her punishment and went farther than I’d intended.
Her ass grew warm under my hand from my hard slaps and her screams meant nothing to me.
It was because I was so gone in my head that it took me a while to realize that she was no longer fighting me.
I was beginning to feel bad for what I’d done to her. She was right, she was no longer a child, but she wasn’t yet a woman either.
I noticed that her cries had become sniffles and for a second there she was my sweet little girl again. I brushed her hair and started to ask her to forgive me.
Then I noticed that my baby girl wasn’t reacting quite how I expected her to, and there was something wet on my thigh.
Her skirt was up around her waist and I’d been spanking her bare ass with my hand. Her cheeks were red and hot to the touch, and her pussy lips that were now peeping through her thighs at me were wet.
I don’t know why I did it. I should’ve pushed her off my lap and gotten out of there. But instead as if they had a mind of their own, my fingers went down between her legs and I felt her. “Oh fuck!” She was hot and wet and so soft.
I touched her pussy lips again, waiting for her to cry out, push me away, anything. I did it over and over until her cunt lips became swollen with lust and she moved her ass, grinding her cunt into my hard thigh.
I took a chance and eased a finger past her pussy lips, expecting her to stop me any time now, but she just spread her legs a little wider, giving me easy access to her young tight cunt.
I told myself to pull away, tried telling myself that it was wrong, that I was probably scaring her.
But then she moved against my hand again. It was a subtle move but one I felt all the same. I drove my finger a little deeper in her and she still didn’t pull away.
And then she turned her head and looked up at me. Her sweet little tear stained face sent shivers to my heart and I pulled her up in my arms and held her close to my chest.
My dick was iron hard and I was hoping she didn’t feel it and become afraid. But all I wanted to do was bury it deep inside her and never leave.
She pulled her head back away from my chest and studied me for the briefest of seconds before moving into me and when I didn’t pull away, but held her gaze with mine, she covered my lips with hers.
I was going to turn away, rebuff her and apologize, before getting the hell out of her room. But instead my arms wrapped around her and I drew her in closer.
She bit my lip trying to kiss me and I realized that she didn’t know how. “No, like this.” I don’t know why I felt so relieved that she didn’t know how to kiss.
That I was the one to show her how to take my tongue into her mouth and feed me hers, but my heart felt full to bursting at her innocence.
The kiss grew deeper and before I knew it she was on her back under me on the mattress. Her breasts had come free in our struggles and her pink hard nipples tempted me.
I lowered my head before I could think better of it and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. Her young untried hips moved beneath me, grinding her uncovered pussy into my cock.
I could feel her heat through my slacks and moved my hand down between us to feel more of her as I fed on her nipple hungrily.
Her pussy made squishing noises as I finger fucked her gently. “You like that?” I dropped her nipple long enough to ask.
“Yes daddy.” She pushed her hot young cunt into my hand as I fed on her tits. She had the most amazing tits, big, firm and so sensitive she was creaming all over my fingers each time I sucked harder.
Her pussy clenched around my fingers and she tore at my shirt roughly almost as if she’d gone into some sort of frenzy.
I caught her hands in one of mine and tried calming her down but it was as if she couldn’t hear me.
“Wait baby. I’ll take it off for you.” I helped her pull it off over my head and her hands went right to my hard flesh as she ground her pussy harder into me.
She whined in her throat and tried to get at my cock and I realized it was that innate sexuality of hers that was leading her now. She just didn’t know what to do.
“Shh, okay-okay.” Her little hands were fighting with my zipper and somewhere in the back of my mind I was calling a halt to what we were about to do.
7
Evan
In reality I was tearing her clothes from her as she fought my zipper and won. My cock sprang free when she pushed my slacks and shorts down below my hips and her hand wrapped around its heat and pulled.
I released her nipple and slid down her middle until my head was between her thighs. I lifted her ass in my hands and brought her pussy up to my mouth, licking her juices from her skin before giving her my tongue.
She was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted. Young, fresh, untouched. I ate at her pussy as she tugged at my head, holding me closer to her cunt.
I couldn’t believe the taste and feel of her. Or how smooth her skin was beneath my rough hands. She fucked herself on my tongue and made pitiful sounds in her throat as she tried to get me to come to her. She wanted my cock.
My heart jumped in my chest as I gave in and made love to her pussy with my mouth. She moaned and cried out, her body lifting off the bed as she had her first orgasm on my tongue.
I lapped up her juices as they flowed from her body and she came again. Her pussy was hot and tight around my tongue and I could only imagine what all that heat would feel like wrapped around my cock.
I licked my way back to her breasts, making love to them as her hand moved down between us to grab my cock again.
I felt the pre-cum as it leaked out of me all over her hand. I stroked into her hand as I covered her lips with mine again and fell into her kiss once more.
Her body never stopped moving, like a private dancer for an
audience of one. I squeezed her plump tit and bit down on her nipple making her squirm against my cock that was now caught between her thighs.
I took my cock in hand and rubbed it up and down her wet slit to her tight puckered ass. I fucked her young immature clit with the fat head of my cock and she screeched and spread her legs open wide.
It was the easiest thing in the world to push my cock inside, just the tip I told myself. Don’t take her innocence.
My plan was to bring her off with my mouth and hands until she was satisfied, but her tight as fuck pussy felt so fucking good wrapped around my cockhead. I lost my head again.
I should’ve stopped when I felt the warn heat of her pussy on the tip of my cock, should’ve stopped when her tightness tried to suck me in deeper.
Should’ve stopped when I felt the barrier of her virginity give way beneath the force of my cock, and I slipped in deeper, but I didn’t stop.
I stopped only when she cried out from me piercing her. “Shh, it’s okay baby, I’ve got you.”
I pushed the hair back from her face and held still letting her get used to having me stretch her tight little pussy.
Her eyes held me enraptured as I looked into their depths. I lowered my head to her lips to escape their power over me and started fucking her.
I moved slowly at first, not sure how much she could take. As it was I’d only pushed seven of my eleven inches in her and she was a tight fucking fit.
Not even Natalia had been able to take all of me in the beginning and she’d had more experience.
I fucked her with that seven inches and already it was the best fuck of my life. I didn’t even contemplate getting the rest of my cock in her, not her first time.
But I had underestimated her natural sensuality. The way she rocked her hips as if trying to suck me in whole. She whined and tugged at my shoulders while trying to pull me into her pussy with her legs on my ass.
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