“ Do you require papa to come up romp with your sweet little kitty for you, girl ? turn over that kitty a ripe hard rub, get it soaking wet ?"

My stallion 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 second joint together, trying to sedate down.

"Daddy can then slue his shaft inside and fill you up with cum. Breed you, even. Don't have fun all by yourself, sweetie, that's not what being part of a family is supposed to be like. A family parcel things. Share your lithe sexy soundbox with me, Savannah."

My teenage hormones were screaming at me to listen to my female nature, to my primal, basic inherent aptitude, and to let a man title me.

I wanted to let a man have my pure, Virgo consistency, use it for his delight, and give it a better role. I wanted a man to possess me, overtop me, make me support his minor, cover me like a value mare.

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

And I did so want a baby of my own, dispatch with a man to attend and make happy, and in return, he'd seduce me the center of his home base and the one he'd always come back to.

Even men who wandered, I thought, must deliver that one charwoman they'd always see as serious than all the rest, the one they'd never get tired of nookie and beholding, of being with. I wanted to be that for someone.

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

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 kind, all raw and primal, musky and sweaty.

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

I shuddered.

What the infernal region was wrong with me ? I should be having better control over my urges.

But daddy was so big.

So strong.

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 pappa had always been this way or if his years in jail had turned him into this menace of a man. I was so small when he left me and mom, I barely remembered his public figure. I certainly didn't think of his handsomely rugged face or the sound of his gravely voice.

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

Dirty query kept flowing from daddy's rima oris, asking me which hole boys got to enjoy and even worse 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 theme that I had given myself to someone already, like he somehow got to foretell dibs on my Virgin twat and for some fucked up rationality, that felt red-hot than it should have.

Yes, maybe daddy did deserve to be my first base. It was oddly titillating and romantic and it weirdly made number sense.

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

As for having cakehole to enjoy ? I had three, all untouched by any man. Daddy was more than than welcomed to them.

"Go on,"he urged me.

"And I was just out, hanging around, wasting prison term. No son. No girls either, just clearing my head a trivial 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 experience dear,"he laughed and the temper became much, much lighter."I mean, you were fingering yourself so damn hard there, I thought you were going to separate a nail or something. Now that I know you're a virgin, it makes sense. You need a good dick, steady. It's the solitary affair that'll fix this situation."

A wave of embarrassment coursed through me. Daddy had heard me fingering myself former and the sound I was making had lured him into my bedroom. It was both arousing and embarrassing to know.

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

His depraved line of products of questioning coupled with the way he was lingering in my bed, sniffing my stimulation, talking about my pussy, were cluing me in on how much my daddy wanted me.

I wondered if he felt at least a trivial 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 get word how you want to get your cunt fucked. Beg for my cock and I'll help you feel good."

I knew he wanted me to talk dirty, the way he was. He wanted to get word nasty Good Book and phrases coming out of my sassing, to testify me that I truly was the slutty teen girl I kept saying I was not.

"It could be my thick, big cock in there, missy,"he whispered."My peter sliding in your rigorous twat, fucking it raw, filling it break than your thin girlish fingerbreadth ever could."

His give-and-take broke me.

"Are you going to put a babe in me, daddy ? cause me to go my year with a huge belly and to never be able to recite anyone who the baby's daddy is ? What if they all think I'm a foul lilliputian teenage slovenly woman ?"

A darkness passed through daddy's heart and he suddenly lowered himself until his hardened cock was pressing into my tummy. He wrapped one paw over my sassing and with the other, he positioned his cock at my panty-less, soaked entrance.

With a concluding look into my eyes, daddy thrust into my cunt and I was gladiola that he had thought to hush up me.

Getting fucked for the first time was quite the experience - I cried out, in shock, nuisance, agitation, all mixed together like in a liquidizer. Birthed low in my belly, they coursed through my body, making it impossible to cerebrate or breathe properly.

When he pulled out and then pushed into me again, deeper, I couldn't help another pained mewl. I had been a virgin, after all, and he was simply too big, too practically for my plastered teenager kitty. He didn't pull fully out again the side by side jab, or the one after, he just kept advancing inside my trunk, stretching me more and more.

I was a cleaning woman now.

Daddy's woman.

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If you liked the chemistry between Savannah and her pop, you can pick up the novelette from my Smashwords page. Look for Ex-Con Daddy, by hazel tree thanksgiving