My name is Charlie. The class I turned 18, my body filled out and it seemed as if all-night I had breaking ball. My mom had to adopt me shopping for new bandeau and clothes because hardly anything fit anymore. I was 5'6 '' and athletic from the dance I had been doing my wholly life story. My titty were all of a sudden a 32 D. My mom was sympathetic, telling me variation bras would aid support me while I danced. But my endocrine were more touch on with how boys were looking at me lately. I was being invited to a lot of parties that I never went to and dances and promenade were easy to retrieve appointment for.

I lost my virginity when I was after my number one prom with a Junior who had asked me to the dancing. He was sweet-scented and a Virgo too. The sex was unspeakable and awkward and I bled for a few daylight after. We had messed around a few times after and the sex did n't ache anymore but I had still never had an orgasm with a boy.
One day after school my senior year, the poor boy was sucking on my teat with his paw down my pants, determined to forecast out how to wee a girlfriend ejaculate when my dad walked in early from workplace. I 've never seen a boy move as fast as he did running from my theater. I 've also never seen my dad angrier.
'' Get to your room, young gentlewoman ! '' I hurried up the stairs and jumped onto my bed, my eye pounding. I was in so a good deal trouble ! How was I going to explain myself ?
I waited in my room for what seemed like 60 minutes. From the auditory sensation downstairs, my father was having a few drinks. So I waited. My mom was away on a byplay trip and I knew he had no approximation how to manage what he 'd just witnessed.
He never came into my room that night.
A few weeks later, a boy was tutoring me after schoolhouse when dad came dwelling. The boy nervously excused himself and left.
'' Another after school visitor ? '' My dad 's voice sounded strange.
'' He 's just tutoring me in mathematics, Dad. He 's a nice boy. '' I rolled my eyes.
'' You think I believe that ? You think I do n't see the way you've changed ? You 've turned into a whore, Charlie ! ``
'' No, daddy ! I 've only been with one boy, I swear ! '' he came toward me and I could smell the strong drink on his breath. He must have stopped for cocktails with his booster at work before he came home.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me up the stairs to my room. He sat on my bed and pulled me over his lap, lifting my bird so my ass was exposed for him.
'' Daddy, no ! '' He pulled my thong down and slipped it off my feet.
'' No ? Since when do you separate me 'no'? Only a harlot wears a thong under a skirt, Charlie. '' He balled up my thong and stuffed it into my mouth as he began spanking my bare ass.
My cries were muffled and struggling did no trade good, he was far too strong. All I could do was cry and acquire the penalisation. Each smack felt made me shout out as the hurting increased.
When he was finished, he tossed me onto the bed, `` If you want to be a prostitute, I 'll treat you like one. '' He started grabbing clothes from my closet and disappeared into my mother 's sewing room. Dad 's phratry were sartor, and he knew plenty about wearing apparel.
I was terrified and my ass cheeks were on fire. I pulled the thong from my mouth and got under my cover. When I woke up, dad was in my room with a megabucks of my wearing apparel and a smuggled plastic bag.
'' You 'll do as I tell you from here on out, do you sympathize ? ``
I nodded, `` Yes, pa. ``
It was belated and I had n't eaten, but I did n't dare ask for anything while he was angry like this. He put my clothes away and left with the plastic bag. When he returned, he had me get up.
'' acquire your dress off. ``
I did n't question him, I just took everything off and put it into the trammel. He lifted my mattress and put some straps under it before putting it back down.
'' Go to the lavatory and get ready for bed. allow for the doorway open. Whores do n't merit privacy. ``
I pee 'd and brushed my teeth, naked, while daddy watched from the hall. My heart would n't stop pound.
When he led me to my room, he had me lie down and he took a shoulder strap from each corner of the bed and cuffed them to my radiocarpal joint and ankles. I was spread eagle and could n't move much. He stared at me lying there for a moment and covered me up.
'' I 'll teach you some self-discipline and humility if it kills me. And do n't you dare breathe a word of this to your mother. It would demote her heart to know her girl is a lady of pleasure. ``
'' But daddy, '' I wanted to make him conceive me, but he refused to listen.
'' Do n't scourge your hint. I 'll waken you in the sunrise. ``
Then he left me there, naked and trapped. My ambition were filled with images of daddy spanking me. When I woke up, I could feel that I was wet and turned on, but the stunned cuffs would n't let me relate myself. Maybe that was daddy 's design ?
pappa woke me up early for schooling. He un-cuffed me and had me shower bath with the threshold open and told me to shave my kitty-cat bald. I was embarrassed but I did n't defy question him. I was so afraid of him like this.
When I was dried off, he waited while I did my tomentum and composition. When I had finished, he had me get on all quaternity and go around my legs. I felt something small-scale and plastic poking at my stern ruck and I jerked away and looked up. Daddy had a full enema bag and was going to slip in the nozzle.
'' Daddy, what.. ? ``
'' Shut your mouth and do as you 're told. ``
I felt the nozzle enter me and my bowel were slowly filled with nerveless liquid. pop held the bag high and it drained into me fairly quickly. I stayed on the flooring until my inside began to cramp and I whimpered. pop took the schnozzle out slowly and told me I could exempt myself. The liquidness flowed steadily into the bathroom and my body was cleaned out.
When I was evacuate and cleaned up and ready, Daddy paraded my naked dead body through the hall, into my room. He had laid out my clothes for me. None of it looked off, just denim and a black V-neck T-shirt. I saw the black bra Mom had bought me, but no panty. I reached out for the pants and pappa grabbed my hand.
'' Not without scanty. '' He held out a yoke of strange-looking fateful briefs. I took them and examined them. They were rubber and inside were two small protrusions.
'' Daddy I can't.. ''
'' You will. Get them on.
'' But I do n't know how ... '' he grabbed the pantie from me, slathered the interior with an oil and held them out for me to step into. As he pulled them up, I could see the gibbosity were modest dildos, aiming right at both of my holes.
'' Daddy, please ! No ! '' He turned me over his knee so fast, I did n't hump what was happening. He spanked me until I stopped fighting and stood me up to draw out on the panties.
One small dildo slid right into my pussy, but Daddy had to campaign the other small one into my tight rear hole. I whined and whimpered, but I did n't dare fight back it. Once the pantie were pulled on tight and the dildos were in place, Daddy hooked something into the rear of them just under the back dildo. I suddenly felt it grow inside of me. I gasped as it kept growing. When I yelped, Daddy stopped. He did the same with the early dildo and soon my holes were stuffed. dada showed me a pussy in the front where I could relieve myself without removing the panties.
Walking felt awkward and bending over made me flinch.
'' A whore should love this, what 's the issue ? ``
'' dada I 've never ... ''
'' Do n't lie to me. Get dressed. '' he would n't listen but I really never had allowed any anal play and my affection was racing with fear.
I pulled the jeans over the rubber contraption and once they were zipped and buttoned, no one but me would bonk what was under them, torturing me. When I put the bra on, I panicked. It did n't fit anymore ! Had they grown all-night ! ?
'' I modified it for you. The cups have been altered to hug your breast, but to take into account your nipples their freedom through this cut-out at the top.
I glared at him and put on my T-shirt. It did n't look obscene, but my nipples were poking at attention through the fabric.
'' They wo n't appropriate this at school, pappa. '' My heart was racing. I wanted to cry. Everyone would stare at me.
'' Like anyone would say anything out of fear of offending you ? ``
'' Everyone will stare ! ``
'' I thought fancy woman liked that attention ? ``
'' pappa, I 'm not a whore ! ``
'' We 'll see about that. '' he tossed me my rucksack and told me to get downstairs for breakfast.
eating was the toilsome thing I 'd ever done. I was so nervous and terrified that I was n't even hungry. Daddy insisted I clean my plate.
walking was hard, but getting easier. The car ride to school was torturing with the bumps of the road. I had never had anal sex, but with every movement of my day, my ass was getting stretched and fucked.
My friends noticed zippo other than my discomfort. They all kept asking me what was wrong. I was running out of lame excuses. In class, it was hard to concentrate. All I could conceive about was not shifting in my rear too much.
The girls did n't note anything but the boy sure seemed to. They would realise sidewise coup d'oeil, staring at my nipples.
When schooling was finally over, I hurried home. I didn't even talk to anyone. I usually hung out with the boy I'd been sleeping with, but he was avoiding eye contact with me lately as well.
pop was already home base, waiting for me,"How did it palpate to be stuffed like a harlot all day ?"
"I'm so uncomfortable, pappa, delight let me strike them off !"
"Fine, strip."
Standing in the middle of the life room, I removed all of my clothes and Daddy came with his small tool to deflate the dildos inside of me so I could get hold of the evil contraption off. When my holes were vacate, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Daddy reached down with his fingers and felt my pussy,"You sure are wet for someone who didn't enjoy that."
I whimpered, but didn't say anything. My consistency was betraying me, I really hadn't enjoyed it. Had I ?
dada reached into his pocket and pulled out a humble plastic cylinder. He placed the undefendable end over one of my nipple and began twisting a knob on the other end. My nipple was suctioned into the tube and he didn't stop twisting until I cried out. It stung. He did the same with the other, then pulled out a third.
"Lay back on the sofa and spread your legs."The facial expression on his font gave me no room to argue.
He spread open my labia and placed the cylinder over my clitoris, twisting. I could feel my clit being sucked up and the pressure sensation got Sir Thomas More and Thomas More intense. When I cried out, he twisted once to a greater extent and stopped.
"Now, go make dinner. Don't bother putting any clothes on. fancy woman don't need them anyway."
I cried while I cooked, the acute suction on my mamilla and clitoris became Sir Thomas More and more supportable, but I felt so exposed and Daddy watching my every move didn't help. My pussy was wet and my asshole was still wet from the oil.
When I had dinner ready and on the tabular array, I went to sit down in my usual hot seat but when I pulled it out, Daddy had suctioned a stocky dildo in the midriff of the seat.
"I know how a lot working girl like riding putz. You might as well make good use of your time at the dinner table."I stared at the dildo. It was 2"in diam but only 5"high gear or so."Sit !"Daddy was getting impatient.
I slowly lowered myself down onto the calamus and moaned as it filled me and stretched me. I had to admit, it felt skilful. It stretched my inside and didn't imperativeness into me too far to hurt. I glanced quickly at dada who had a giant smiling on his face.
"I knew it. You love it. I want to hear you say it. Tell me you love a fat dildo in your pussy."I looked at him in unbelief."SAY IT !"
"I love a fat dildo in my pussy."
"You'll get lot of what you love, my footling whore."He handed me a packet of anovulant,"Take these. One every day at dinner. If you're going to be a working girl, no sense bringing a child into your life."
We ate in silence. I was resisting the itch to grind on the dildo and slide up and down on it. I was determined to prove my dad wrong. I wasn't a whore.
When we'd finished feeding, Daddy removed the suction cylinders from my button and my mamilla. I could experience my own wetness between my thighs, moving down my legs. He put a clamp on my clit to immobilise the blood in my swollen rosebud and took a nursing bottle of red gum oil and dabbed it on each tit and one free fall on my swell up clit.
The warm wiz of the oil teased me through dish washing and my tit stood at attention. The slim zephyr made them tingle. My slit was getting wetter and bed wetter and the oil spread throughout my stallion slit, making it feel warm up and ready. My clitoris stung a short in the clinch, but it seemed to only seduce me more horny. How could Daddy do this to me ? What was happening with my body ?
By the time the kitchen was clean, I was ready to make love myself silly with the dildo, but Daddy had cleaned it and put it away.
"All finished, whore ?"I nodded and waited.
pop sat there, staring at me,"How many son have you fucked ?"
"Only one, dad, I swear."
"You're a prevaricator. How do they make you cum ?"
"None of them ever have."
"So you're a tart who doesn't even get anything out of it ? Pathetic."He grabbed me by the arm and took me up the stairs into my bedroom."Lay down."I obeyed.
He laid beside me and started twirling one of my sore mammilla between his thumb and forefinger, pressing harder and harder as he went on.
"The trouble is you've only fucked boys. A boy doesn't know how to please a woman, a man does."He switched to the other nipple. The sensations he was sending through my breasts spread down to my clit and I felt it begging. He reached down and removed the clinch. The blood rushing back felt like fond pain and it made my button throb.
He kept working on my mammilla but started on my swollen button with his other helping hand, rubbing in circles, using my wetness as a lubricator. The he took my clit between his ovolo and index finger and did exactly what he was doing to my nipple. My body felt like it was opening up and I could feel my pussy begging for a cock. I was so skinny to begging for it.
"You want it, don't you ? Your twat wants to be filled."
"Yes, Daddy. I'm so sorry but, yes !"Maybe he was right, maybe I was a cocotte ?
"All women are whores, Charlie. If you press the right push, any adult female will beg to be fucked and treated like a piece of ass."He got undressed, watching me gasp and beg him with my eyes. His turncock was hard and just as thick as the dildo I'd sat on at dinner. But he was longer, my guess was 8 inches. It was a monster to my teenage eyes.
He moved between my legs and stayed upright piano on his knee joint, pulling me toward him. He leaned forward and pressed his stopcock into me slowly, letting it stretch my interior. I moaned."That's right, whores enjoy my cock."He pressed the duration of it into me, not stopping when my uterine cervix protested. The infliction made me cry out, but so a lot of what was happening felt so good….
He got his beat going, slow and lieu, in and out. Soon I was bucking my hip to agree his push. He reached down to roll my clitoris between his pollex and finger again and I could feel an orgasm edifice. It built slowly and powerfully. He started thrusting faster and faster and soon he was pounding my teenage puss with his monster cock.
"Oh dada, it feels so good."
"I knew you'd like it, whore."Our sweaty dead body were pounding together and my orgasm was so close.
"daddy, I think I'm gon na cum."
"Let it go. I want to watch my prostitute daughter come on my cock."
His digit rolled faster and the climax exploded deep inside me."OH MY GOD ! pop, I'm cumming ! I'm cumming ! Oh fuck !"I moaned and wailed and whimpered as my pussy contracted around his cock, pushing him out.
"That's a estimable girl. Cum on pappa's cock."He wouldn't let up on my clitoris and my body began jerking."Push past it and cum again my little whore."He was pumping even faster now, my cum coating his cock, making sloshing sounds. The phone of sex.
I focused on the sensation in my button and felt another sexual climax build. dada kept rolling it and fucking my dripping pussy. His eyes were watching me,"I can see it right there. Cum for your dada. Cum on my turncock, little bawd. I'm going to cum with you, but you have to hurry. Cum for Daddy so I can fill your snatch with my spunk. Do it ! NOW !"
The haste of fear sent me over the edge and I came so severe and long that my back arched and my muscularity felt frozen. I could see dad cumming, moaning and pushing into nut deep as he deposited his seed inside of me.
"good miss. Now you know what a man can do to your body."
"Oh Daddy, that felt so amazing."
"You're a harlot like every other fair sex, Charlie. You might as well accept it."He pulled out of me and brought his prick to my face,"Clean it."
I licked and sucked his shaft until I had cleaned it entirely, making sure to suck in his balls clean and jerk of all the cum too."What a soundly girl you are. It's like you were made for this."Daddy smiled with satisfaction.
He stood up and recount me to sit on the border of the bed,"Now take my cock in your mouth. pa has to pee."
"What ?"I had just had the most amazing experience and now he was going to defile me ?
"A good whore keeps a man satisfied. I don't want to take the air to the bathroom, so I'm going to use your back talk. Now open up."
I opened my mouth and he laid his cock on my tongue,"Now I'll start slow up, you just wrap your lips around my cock and pretend it's a straw. Drink it down and don't you dare slop a drop."
His stream started into my mouthpiece and I started continuously swallowing like I was drinking from a straw. It was warm and acrid and I tried not to gag. If I made a mess, he would surely penalise me. His headland flopped back and he sighed with ease as he emptied his bladder into his daughter's pharynx. I just kept swallowing until the flow slowed down.
"Open your mouth."I opened and he milked his turncock and slapped my glossa to get the live few drops out before wiping the tip on my back talk and turning to get dressed. I felt full and a little sick.
"Your female parent will be home in the morning from her trip. I suggest keeping this between you and I. But sweetie…"
"Yes, pop ?"
"Even when your mother is home plate, if I say I need to urinate, you better make an excuse to accompany me. You're my urinal now. My own little bawd. If I catch you fucking anyone without my permission, I'll punish you in ways you can't even imagine. And I'll be dressing you for school every day. I'll lay your clothes out. If your mother says anything about what you wear, I'll handle it. You just do as I tell you and everything will be fine."
"Yes, Daddy."
He left my way and went downstairs. I was left in my room, ravaged. I had to houseclean up and get to bed. I had school tomorrow and I had no estimation what to expect from papa. My idea would be consumed with what had happened that night. I had fucked my Daddy and I loved it. I couldn't stop consonant saying it in my head,"dad was right, I'm a working girl. ”