“ Do you desire daddy to get along play with your sweet little pussy for you, girl ? cave in that kitty a in effect tough rub, get it soaking wet ?"

My entire body went red with shame.

This was wrong.

I shouldn't be listening to this.

Just like my step-in shouldn't be getting soaked, enjoying the naughtiness of his words.

I rubbed my thighs together, trying to calm down.

"daddy can then slip his hammer inside and fill you up with cum. stock you, even. Don't have fun all by yourself, sweetie, that's not what being persona of a kinsperson is supposed to be like. A family shares things. divvy up your lithe sexy physical structure with me, Savannah."

My teenage internal secretion were screaming at me to listen to my female person nature, to my primal, basic instincts, and to let a man claim me.

I wanted to let a man have my pure, Virgo the Virgin body, use it for his joy, and grant it a beneficial function. I wanted a man to possess me, reign me, fix me turn out his children, breed me like a lever mare.

So what if I was only a few month into being 18 and a legal adult ? I'd read about young moms than that and masses always commended them on being brave and strong.

And I did so want a sister of my own, accomplished with a man to swear out and make glad, and in paying back, he'd relieve oneself me the nerve center of his rest home and the one he'd always come back to.

Even men who wandered, I thought, must make that one adult female they'd always see as better than all the remainder, the one they'd never get tired of fucking and eyesight, of being with. I wanted to be that for someone.

But my daddy couldn't be that man for me, despite me starting to finger a different kind of something when it came to him, something entirely foreclose.

My mattress dipped and then, before I could react, daddy was on top of me, breathing heavily. He smelled of inebriant and of man, the very form, all raw and fundamental, musky and sweaty.

I was mad with unspent lust and my internal secretion were kicking me at my weakest.

I shuddered.

What the perdition was faulty with me ? I should be having better control over my urges.

But daddy was so big.

So inviolable.

So fucking manly and dominating.

He was unlike anyone I had ever seen, including Nick, my boyfriend. And Nick played lacrosse professionally, never missing a day of training.

A small part of me wondered if pa had always been this way or if his years in jail had turned him into this menace of a man. I was so belittled when he left me and mom, I barely remembered his name. I certainly didn't remember his handsomely rugged face or the sound of his seriously voice.

"Where were you all day, Savannah ? Out with your fellow, what's-his-name ? How old are you now, 18 or 19 ? Should you be out there, slutting it out with boy ? Do you let any of them fuck you ?"

Dirty question kept flowing from pa's mouth, asking me which hole boys got to enjoy and even spoiled things than that.

I didn't think he had noticed that his tone had changed from jovial to irritated. It was as if he hated the mind that I had given myself to mortal already, like he somehow got to promise dibs on my virgin kitty-cat and for some fucked up rationality, that felt hotter than it should cause.

Yes, maybe daddy did merit to be my first. It was oddly erotic and romantic and it weirdly made tally sense.

"I'm 18,"I whispered, because anything louder might have given away my desire to let him take me, here and now and I wasn't that brave to cross the net line. If he wanted me, then daddy was going to have to hit the low move.

As for having fix to enjoy ? I had three, all untouched by any man. pa was to a greater extent than welcomed to them.

"Go on,"he urged me.

"And I was just out, hanging around, wasting fourth dimension. No boy. No girls either, just clearing my head a petty before bed time."

"I believe you, a well-fucked girl doesn't masturbate, much less like that, so furiously. It sounded like you were punishing your button, not making yourself sense good,"he laughed and the mode became much, lots lighter."I mean, you were fingering yourself so damn operose there, I thought you were going to break a nail or something. Now that I know you're a virgin, it makes good sense. You need a undecomposed hawkshaw, steady. It's the only affair that'll fix this situation."

A waving of embarrassment coursed through me. dada had heard me fingering myself earliest and the sounds I was making had lured him into my bedroom. It was both arousing and embarrassing to do it.

And I also knew that he was hard, something I more than likely caused to happen.

His depraved line of questioning coupled with the way he was lingering in my bed, sniffing my arousal, talking about my twat, were cluing me in on how a lot my papa wanted me.

I wondered if he felt at to the lowest degree a petty bit ashamed about that, because I sure as hell did. I should not be desiring him back.

And yet I was.

I so was.

"Tell me then, let daddy hear how you want to get your cunt fucked. Beg for my stopcock and I'll supporter you feel good."

I knew he wanted me to talk dirty, the way he was. He wanted to learn nasty words and phrases coming out of my back talk, to show me that I truly was the slutty stripling girl I kept saying I was not.

"It could be my thick, big cock in there, girl,"he whispered."My cock sliding in your soused cunt, fucking it raw, filling it skilful than your slight girlish fingers ever could."

His Word of God broke me.

"Are you going to put a baby in me, daddy ? make me to go my socio-economic class with a huge belly and to never be able to tell anyone who the baby's daddy is ? What if they all think I'm a muddied small teenage adulteress ?"

A shadow passed through pop's eyes and he suddenly lowered himself until his hardened cock was pressing into my tummy. He wrapped one hand over my mouthpiece and with the other, he positioned his rooster at my panty-less, soaked entrance.

With a final tone into my centre, daddy stab into my pussy and I was gladiola that he had thought to silence me.

Getting fucked for the first time was quite the experience - I cried out, in shock, pain, upheaval, all mixed together like in a liquidiser. Birthed low in my belly, they coursed through my soundbox, making it insufferable to recall or suspire properly.

When he pulled out and then pushed into me again, deeper, I couldn't help another trouble mewl. I had been a virgin, after all, and he was simply too big, too a great deal for my blind drunk teen pussy. He didn't drag fully out again the next thrust, or the one after, he just kept advancing inside my consistence, stretching me to a greater extent and more.

I was a cleaning lady now.

Daddy's woman.

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If you liked the chemical science between savanna and her daddy, you can break up up the novelette from my Smashwords page. Look for Ex-Con Daddy, by Hazel Grace