What did father mean when he said I should clean up and meet him in the guest room? Why didn’t he travel with his family? Could he have stayed back to make me his sex slave? A lot of thought are running through my mind now and I wonder if I should be scared. Tony may not have been a stud like father but I still prefer fucking Tony than fucking my mother’s husband. I’m getting really tired of him. Oh wow! Now I develop a conscience? Who am I kidding? Of course I love the things he does to me, I love it when he makes me feel like a cum slut, he knows how to take charge and be domineering. And his cock, So magnificent. How can such a perverted sick man be such a sex god. But this wasn’t right, thinking I’m fucking the same man who is fucking my mother makes me sick. Infact, I can actually feel my stomach growl right now. Not because daddy said I should, but I will go bath anyway, and when I’m done, I’m just going to spend the whole day in my room. I won’t go see him like he ordered. I’m sick and tired of this whole nonsense. Now I see why he refused me moving into the hostel. He just wants to keep me here as his sex slave.
I take my time to bath with very warm water and I spend a lot of time in the shower. After bathing, I go to the kitchen to get something to eat. I bump into Miss Christiana.
“Young lady, I waited for you all day.”
“Good morning to you too Miss Christiana. I came back really late and didn’t want to wake you.”
“Indeed. So? Are we going to talk now?”
“There is nothing to talk about. I am not doing anything wrong.”
“Care to explain to me the sudden way you walk around the house with so much boldness?”
“How do you mean?”
“When did you loose your innocence?”
“I didn’t lose my innocence.”
“I know you so well Blessing. Don’t forget I practically raised you.”
“Finish the job already miss Christiana.”
“See? You’ve even become so confident and full of sarcasm. Anyway, just know you can tell me anything. I am always ready to listen.”
“Yes MA! When I need you I will come to you.”
“I really need you to talk to me. You don’t even complain to me about those things. You know.”
“You mean that issue with Daddy?”
“Sorry I meant Father. Don’t worry, everything is fine.”
I grab my breakfast and leave the kitchen. What’s with Miss Christiana? She is suspicious of Daddy and I, especially because I am no-longer complaining about his harassment to her. She really needs to relax. I have eaten the forbidden fruit and I won’t stop, I don’t think I can stop. No matter how I try to deny it, daddy’s magnificent love wand is the best. After breakfast, I return to my bedroom and lie on my bed, trying to recall what happened yesterday between Tony and I. ‘Blessing, you are a baaaaadd bitch’ I say to myself. I will never forget the shock on Tony’s face. He didn’t even realize I am not a virging anymore, maybe he couldn’t tell. He’s still very young, we both are. I nap for a few minutes only to be woken by a rude bang on my door. I spring out of bed and starring at me in anger is daddy, with the same stern look I got this morning after Tony dropped me.
“What is it?”
“I asked you to meet me in the guest room.”
“I didn’t fee like obeying that instruction. Look, I want you to leave my room, I need to sleep. As you can see, I had a very active night and I’m very tired.”
He closes the door behind him and walks up to me. I take few steps back. “What the fuck are you feeling like? First you cheat on me, now you display this arrogance?” he grabs me by the arm and pulls me to him. “You are such a foolish little girl, do you know that? You think just ‘cos I got your cherry popped that you know everything? Well let me tell you something pussycat, you are yet to experience anything. You have not arrived yet. And you will never meet another man like me. Not even that little whizze you spent the night with. Feel me?”
I must say, his anger turns me on so badly. I’ve heard about sex and anger, but I’ve never experienced it. I should be scared of the angry fire in his eyes, but instead, I am turned on. I want him to take me here and now. ‘fuck you daddy, just tear off my clothes and take me, tear off my panties and fuck me rough and hard right now’ I say in my head but I didn’t dare voice it out. When did I become such a slut? Omygod! I’m surely going to hell, but right now, I don’t care, all I want is for daddy to take care of the sweet ache I’m now feeling in my pantie. I don’t want his anger to end so I decide to milk his anger, to push him. I’m going to keep rousing his ire and see how far I can get him. I yell at him,
“Get the hell out of my room, you are so unattractive right now. I refused to come see you in the guest room because I’m not interested in whatever you want from me.”
Yes! I get it. He’s burning hot with anger, I can practically see him foaming at the mouth and steam coming out of his head. I laugh silently. He closes up to me and grabs me by my neck and squeezes hard on my throat as if he wants to choke me to death. He pulls my face to his own very closely that I can feel his breath on my face. But funny enough I get turned on more.
“You will never speak to me like that again pussycat, never!. You hear me?.”
I can’t talk, he’s hand around my throats is like my air supply is being shut down gradually. I try to speak but I can’t. So I grab onto his wrist with my both hands and force a very difficult nod to let him know that I understand him. Okay, I must admit, this is scary. I’m almost choking. I can feel my eyes get teary.
“You are hurting me.” I manage to say through the choke and he let’s me go.
“You will pay for being such a disrespectful slut. I will never tolerate any bitchiness from you. You are so going to pay for your disloyalty and rudeness.”
“What do you mean ‘Pay?’ what the hell are you talking about?” I ask while I rub my neck to ease the sting from his grab. He walks over to the chair and sits on it.
“Now, if you don’t mind, I would like you to lay across my lap. I will give you a total of twenty five spankings for cheating and for being disobedient me. You will keep count out loud,” he tells me. I’m in shock.
“No! I’m not going to do this! You can’t make me!” I scream at him and walk towards the door. What does he mean by spanking? I am not a kid for him to spank. But who am I kidding? I really want daddy to take me here and now.
“You’re right,” he says. This stops me. I turn around and stare at him. He shrugs.
“I can’t make you stay. But I am tired of your stubbornness, you are not a kid anymore. I will just look for someone else to give it to me. And I will never touch you again. Ever!”
I stop at the door, and I walk back his way. I have never experienced spanking and I don’t know how it will feel, but there’s always a first time. Daddy was right when he said I knew nothing about sex.
“I’m sorry daddy. I shouldn’t have cheated on you and I shouldn’t have spoken rudely to you. I’m ashamed of my actions. Please forgive me. Please…spank me.” I hang my head. In his own twisted way, daddy has made me needy of him, of his cock.
“Honestly, I really do love you. At some point, you became the reason I stayed with your mother. I was scared of what she might do to to you in my absence. I waited for you to be 18yrs before I fucked you, if I was a sick pervert like you think I am, I would have raped you while you were still under aged. But I waited for you to mature so you can enjoy what I do to you. I’ve never hurt you, you know this. But you go and cheat on me? That’s low, that’s very low, how could you? Now, over my lap,” he says while backing my swivel chair up so I can lay across his lap. I’m shaking as I do so.
“I must inform you, pussycat every spanking I give you will be bare-bottom. Are you ready?” I nod.
He pulls up my short silk gown. I’m terrified, but a part of me is excited. I feel the familiar tingling of horniness in my pussy.
‘OhmyGod!’ I think. ‘This is turning me on! I hope he does not notice how excited I am.
He pulls down my panties and puts them in his pocket, exposing my round bottom. My pussy is resting against his thigh. I can feel his hardening cock against my stomach, and my pussy leaks a little more.
‘This can’t be happening! Even after I promised myself I was never going to be with him again? Dammit! I think, right as his hand comes down on my ass.
I squeal and start to hop up, but his hand on my butt keeps me down.
“Forgetting something?” He leans down and whispers to me evilly. Then, it dawns on me.
“One,” I whisper.
“Good girl,” he tells me, and my pussy gets even wetter.
“TWO!” I shriek.
‘Why does he have to hit so hard?’
“THREE!” I scream.
This goes on and on. Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, all in quick succession. My ass burns, and I’m close to tears, but my pussy aches so much and I want to touch it. His stiff cock is pressing up against my stomach even more prominently.
Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. I’m whimpering now, and the tears are flowing. Suddenly, daddy leans close to my ear as he massages my bottom.
“As your daddy and your lover, you know that I have complete access to any part of you. Nothing is off limits. You are mine. Is this clear?” He whispers in my ear. I nod weakly. “Good,” he says, and I feel his hand moving toward my wet pussy.
‘Oh, please don’t! You’re going to know how aroused I am!’ I think, but another part of me has different thoughts. ‘Finger me, fuck me, anything! Just make me come, dammit!’
He slights a finger in my pussy, and it takes everything inside me to keep from moaning and grinding on his finger.
“What is this?” He asks, but he knows exactly what it is. “Is something wrong, pussycat? Is someone feeling horny?” He asks me, and I can hear the grin in his voice. I feel his cock get harder. I’m silent.
“Sixteen,” I gasp. I wasn’t expecting that.
“You will answer me when I ask you a question. Are we clear?” He says, sternly.
“Y-yes, daddy,” I answer fearfully.
“Good. Now answer me. Is there something wrong? And are you horny?”
“N-n-nothing’s wrong. I am h-horny,” I say, with a moan at the end. Admitting it made me even hornier.
“I can tell. What about this is making you horny?” He asks while going back to massaging my ass. I’m trying desperately not to hump his leg.
“I-I’m not sure, daddy,” I answer honestly.
“SEVENTEEN!” I yell. My butt burns so much!
“Not good enough, pussycat. Give me an answer.” He says this, and starts to finger me slowly. I can’t help it anymore: I’m rocking my hips.
“Ohhh,” I moan. ” I guess it’s just that…mmmhhh…I’m so helpless and you’ve never spanked me…ahhh…before. It feels so…ooooh…naughty,” I gasp as he pulls his finger out. I grind against him in need.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Eighteen, ninetEEN, TWENTY,” I screech.
“You are not to hump me like a bitch in heat. When I want to give you pleasure, I will. When I don’t, I won’t. This is your problem, you want everything your way. Well, it’s not going to happen like that today. You have made me really mad and today is not one of those days.” He says while rubbing my ass. “You’ve soaked part of my pants. Did you realize that?” I blush fiercely.
“N-no, daddy. I’m s-sorry, daddy,” I say with my head down.
“It is fine pussycat, tell me again, did Tony’s cock feel as good as mine?”
“No daddy,” I whisper.
“I thought so. But you just had to fuck him? After all, you can’t help that you are a horny little teen slut, can you?”
I’m silent, crying softly.
“Twenty-one,” I sob.
“You will answer my questions!” he admonishes me.
“Now answer me! You are a horny little teen slut who loves to cum, aren’t you?”
“Yes, daddy,” I answer respectfully.
“Tell me what you are,” he commands me as he slides two fingers in my dripping pussy.
“I’m a horny little teen slut who loves cum,” I whisper.
“Louder,” he says, still driving his fingers in and out of my pussy.
“I’M A HORNY LITTLE TEEN SLUT WHO LOVES CUM,” I shout, my face burning with humiliation as daddy kept fingering my horny pussy as I moan and tremble.