My name is Charlie. The year I turned 18, my body filled out and it seemed as if nightlong I had curves. My mom had to fill me shopping for new brassiere and clothes because hardly anything fit anymore. I was 5'6 '' and athletic from the dance I had been doing my unharmed life-time. My breasts were all of a sudden a 32 D. My mom was sympathetic, telling me sport bras would help support me while I danced. But my hormones were more pertain with how boys were looking at me lately. I was being invited to a lot of parties that I never went to and terpsichore and proms were easily to incur dates for.

I lost my virginity when I was after my maiden prom with a Jr who had asked me to the dance. He was sweetness and a virgin too. The sex was painful and bunglesome and I bled for a few days after. We had messed around a few times after and the sex did n't hurt anymore but I had still never had an sexual climax with a boy.
One day after schoolhouse my fourth-year year, the piteous boy was sucking on my nipple with his manus down my bloomers, determined to figure out how to make a girl seminal fluid when my dad walked in early from study. I 've never seen a boy move as fast as he did running from my house. I 've also never seen my dad angrier.
'' Get to your room, young lady ! '' I hurried up the stairs and jumped onto my bed, my pump pounding. I was in so a great deal problem ! How was I going to explain myself ?
I waited in my elbow room for what seemed like minute. From the auditory sensation downstairs, my father was having a few drinks. So I waited. My mom was away on a business trip and I knew he had no idea how to handle what he 'd just witnessed.
He never came into my elbow room that night.
A few workweek later, a boy was tutoring me after schooltime when dad came home. The boy nervously excused himself and left.
'' Another after schooling visitor ? '' My dad 's vox sounded strange.
'' He 's just tutoring me in math, 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, dada ! I 've only been with one boy, I swear ! '' he came toward me and I could smell the strong drink on his breathing spell. He must have stopped for cocktails with his friends 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.
'' dad, no ! '' He pulled my thong down and slipped it off my feet.
'' No ? Since when do you tell me 'no'? Only a whore wears a thong under a skirt, Charlie. '' He balled up my thong and scarf out it into my mouth as he began spanking my bare ass.
My cries were muffled and struggling did no good, he was far too firm. All I could do was cry and take the punishment. Each slap felt made me yell as the pain increased.
When he was finished, he tossed me onto the bed, `` If you want to be a sporting lady, I 'll treat you like one. '' He started grabbing wearing apparel from my cupboard and disappeared into my female parent 's stitching elbow room. Dad 's family line were Tailors, and he knew plenty about dress.
I was terrified and my ass face were on fervidness. I pulled the thong from my oral fissure and got under my masking. When I woke up, dad was in my room with a pile of my clothes and a Black person plastic bag.
'' You 'll do as I tell you from here on out, do you understand ? ``
I nodded, `` Yes, daddy. ``
It was late and I had n't eaten, but I did n't presume ask for anything while he was tempestuous like this. He put my clothes away and left with the charge plate bag. When he returned, he had me get up.
'' Take your clothes off. ``
I did n't question him, I just took everything off and put it into the hamper. He lifted my mattress and put some strap under it before putting it back down.
'' Go to the lav and get ready for bed. Leave the door open. fancy woman do n't deserve privacy. ``
I pee 'd and brush my teeth, naked, while daddy watched from the hallway. 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 manacle them to my wrists 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-control and humbleness if it kills me. And do n't you presume catch one's breath a tidings of this to your female parent. It would soften her heart to know her daughter is a cocotte. ``
'' But daddy, '' I wanted to fix him believe me, but he refused to listen.
'' Do n't devastate your intimation. I 'll wake you in the morning. ``
Then he left me there, naked and trapped. My dreams were filled with images of daddy spanking me. When I woke up, I could feel that I was wet and turned on, but the stupid cuffs would n't let me touch myself. Maybe that was pop 's purpose ?
Daddy woke me up early for school. He un-cuffed me and had me shower with the room access open and told me to plane my pussy bald. I was embarrassed but I did n't dare head him. I was so afraid of him like this.
When I was dried off, he waited while I did my haircloth and composition. When I had finished, he had me get on all quartet and spread my legs. I felt something small and plastic poking at my seat pucker and I jerked away and looked up. pappa 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 bowels were slowly filled with assuredness liquid. papa held the bag high and it drained into me fairly quickly. I stayed on the base until my inside began to cramp and I whimpered. Daddy took the nozzle out slowly and told me I could salvage myself. The liquidness flowed steadily into the toilet and my dead body was cleaned out.
When I was empty and cleaned up and ready, pappa paraded my naked consistency through the foyer, into my room. He had laid out my clothes for me. None of it looked off, just denim and a melanize V-neck T-shirt. I saw the black bra Mom had bought me, but no step-in. I reached out for the pants and pappa grabbed my hand.
'' Not without panties. '' He held out a pair of strange-looking black briefs. I took them and examined them. They were arctic and inside were two minor protrusions.
'' Daddy I can't.. ''
'' You will. Get them on.
'' But I do n't know how ... '' he grabbed the panty from me, slathered the interior with an oil and held them out for me to ill-treat into. As he pulled them up, I could see the jutting were small dildos, aiming right wing at both of my holes.
'' Daddy, please ! No ! '' He turned me over his knee so fast, I did n't know what was happening. He spanked me until I stopped fighting and stood me up to pull on the panties.
One small dildo slid right into my slit, but pappa had to push the other small one into my rigorous rear hole. I whined and whimpered, but I did n't dare fight it. Once the panties were pulled on tight and the dildos were in post, Daddy hooked something into the tail end of them just under the back dildo. I suddenly felt it rise inside of me. I gasped as it kept growing. When I yelped, pa stopped. He did the Lapp with the other dildo and soon my trap were stuffed. Daddy showed me a snatch in the figurehead where I could relieve myself without removing the panties.
walking felt awkward and deflexion over made me flinch.
'' A lady of pleasure should love this, what 's the thing ? ``
'' pappa I 've never ... ''
'' Do n't lie to me. Get dressed. '' he would n't heed but I really never had allowed any anal drama and my heart was racing with fear.
I pulled the jeans over the prophylactic gizmo and once they were zipped and buttoned, no one but me would know what was under them, torturing me. When I put the bra on, I panicked. It did n't fit anymore ! Had they grown overnight ! ?
'' I modified it for you. The cupful have been altered to hug your chest, but to reserve 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 search obscene, but my mamilla were poking at attention through the fabric.
'' They wo n't allow this at school, papa. '' My pump was racing. I wanted to cry. Everyone would stare at me.
'' Like anyone would say anything out of fearfulness of offending you ? ``
'' Everyone will stare ! ``
'' I thought cocotte liked that attention ? ``
'' pappa, I 'm not a whore ! ``
'' We 'll see about that. '' he tossed me my backpack and told me to get downstairs for breakfast.
Eating was the hardest matter I 'd ever done. I was so spooky and terrified that I was n't even hungry. pop insisted I clean my plate.
Walking was difficult, but getting easier. The car ride to schooling was torture with the gibbousness of the road. I had never had anal sex, but with every movement of my day, my ass was getting stretched and fucked.
My champion noticed null other than my discomfort. They all kept asking me what was damage. I was running out of lame excuses. In category, it was hard to concentrate. All I could suppose about was not shifting in my seat too much.
The girls did n't notice anything but the son sure seemed to. They would gain crabwise glances, staring at my nipples.
When schooling was finally over, I hurried home. I didn't even speak 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.
daddy was already home, waiting for me,"How did it feel to be stuffed like a whore all day ?"
"I'm so uncomfortable, dada, please let me take them off !"
"Fine, strip."
Standing in the middle of the bread and butter elbow room, I removed all of my clothes and papa came with his small shaft to puncture the dildos inside of me so I could take the evil contraption off. When my holes were hollow, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Daddy reached down with his fingerbreadth 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 ?
Daddy reached into his pouch and pulled out a small plastic cylinder. He placed the open end over one of my nipples and began twisting a knob on the early end. My mammilla was suctioned into the tube and he didn't stop twist until I cried out. It stung. He did the same with the other, then pulled out a third.
"Lay back on the sofa and propagate your legs."The smell on his side gave me no room to argue.
He spread open my labia and placed the piston chamber over my clit, twisting. I could feel my clit being sucked up and the pressure got more and more intense. When I cried out, he twisted once more than and stopped.
"Now, go make dinner. Don't bother putting any clothes on. woman of the street don't need them anyway."
I cried while I cooked, the intense suction on my nipples and clit became more and more bearable, but I felt so exposed and Daddy watching my every relocation didn't help. My kitty-cat was wet and my asshole was still wet from the oil.
When I had dinner ready and on the mesa, I went to sit down in my usual chairwoman but when I pulled it out, Daddy had suctioned a chummy dildo in the middle of the seat.
"I know how much whores like riding hammer. You might as well make full use of your meter at the dinner table."I stared at the dildo. It was 2"in diam but only 5"high or so."Sit !"dad was getting impatient.
I slowly lowered myself down onto the putz and moaned as it filled me and stretched me. I had to admit, it felt right. It stretched my interior and didn't press into me too far to injure. I glanced quickly at Daddy who had a gargantuan grin 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 disbelief."SAY IT !"
"I love a fat dildo in my pussy."
"You'll get good deal of what you love, my little whore."He handed me a packet of birth control pill,"Take these. One every day at dinner party. If you're going to be a cyprian, no sense bringing a kid into your life."
We ate in silence. I was resisting the urge to moil on the dildo and slide up and down on it. I was determined to essay my dad improper. I wasn't a whore.
When we'd finished feeding, pa removed the suck cylinder from my clit and my mamilla. I could palpate my own wetness between my thighs, moving down my legs. He put a clamp on my clit to entrap the blood in my well up rosebud and took a bottle of red gum oil and dabbed it on each nipple and one drop on my egotistical clit.
The warm sensation of the oil teased me through ravisher laundry and my teat stood at tending. The little breeze made them shudder. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter and the oil facing pages throughout my entire snatch, making it palpate quick and ready. My button stung a little in the clamp, but it seemed to only defecate me more than horny. How could Daddy do this to me ? What was happening with my body ?
By the time the kitchen was sportsmanlike, 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.
Daddy sat there, staring at me,"How many boys have you fucked ?"
"Only one, papa, I swear."
"You're a liar. How do they create you cum ?"
"None of them ever have."
"So you're a harlot who doesn't even get anything out of it ? Pathetic."He grabbed me by the arm and took me upstairs into my sleeping accommodation."Lay down."I obeyed.
He laid beside me and started twirling one of my sore nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pressing harder and harder as he went on.
"The problem is you've only fucked son. A boy doesn't know how to delight a woman, a man does."He switched to the other nipple. The esthesis he was sending through my breasts spread down to my clit and I felt it begging. He reached down and removed the clamp. The bloodline rushing back felt like fond pain and it made my clit throb.
He kept working on my nipple but started on my tumesce clit with his other hand, rubbing in circles, using my wetness as a lube. The he took my button between his pollex and index finger and did exactly what he was doing to my nipple. My soundbox felt like it was opening up and I could feel my kitty-cat begging for a cock. I was so skinny to begging for it.
"You want it, don't you ? Your pussy wants to be filled."
"Yes, Daddy. I'm so sorry but, yes !"Maybe he was right, maybe I was a working girl ?
"All women are whores, Charlie. If you press the right push button, any cleaning woman will beg to be fucked and treated like a slice of ass."He got undressed, watching me pant and beg him with my eyes. His tool was laborious and just as fatheaded as the dildo I'd sat on at dinner. But he was longer, my guess was 8 inch. It was a monstrosity to my teenage eyes.
He moved between my branch and stayed upright piano on his articulatio genus, pulling me toward him. He leaned forward and pressed his hammer into me slowly, letting it stretch my insides. I moaned."That's right, whores love my cock."He pressed the length of it into me, not stopping when my cervix protested. The pain made me cry out, but so much of what was happening felt so good….
He got his rhythm going, slow down and place, in and out. Soon I was bucking my hips to match his stab. He reached down to roll my clitoris between his ovolo and finger again and I could feel an climax building. It built slowly and powerfully. He started thrusting faster and faster and soon he was pounding my teenage pussy with his monster cock.
"Oh Daddy, it feels so good."
"I knew you'd like it, whore."Our sweaty torso were pounding together and my coming was so close.
"Daddy, I think I'm gon na cum."
"Let it go. I want to observe my whore daughter come on my cock."
His finger rolled faster and the orgasm exploded deep inside me."OH MY GOD ! dada, I'm cumming ! I'm cumming ! Oh fuck !"I moaned and wailed and whimpered as my puss contracted around his peter, pushing him out.
"That's a good fille. Cum on papa's cock."He wouldn't let up on my clit and my body began jerking."push button past it and cum again my small whore."He was pumping even faster now, my cum coating his cock, making sloshing strait. The sound of sex.
I focused on the sensation in my clit and felt another orgasm build. papa kept rolling it and fucking my dripping puss. His eyes were watching me,"I can see it right there. Cum for your pop. Cum on my tool, little woman of the street. I'm going to cum with you, but you have to look sharp. Cum for pa so I can fill your bitch with my mettle. Do it ! NOW !"
The kick of concern sent me over the edge and I came so hard and long that my back arched and my muscleman felt flash-frozen. I could discover pop cumming, moaning and pushing into Ball deep as he deposited his semen inside of me.
"trade good lady friend. Now you know what a man can do to your body."
"Oh pa, that felt so amazing."
"You're a whore like every early cleaning woman, Charlie. You might as well accept it."He pulled out of me and brought his peter to my fount,"Clean it."
I licked and sucked his shaft until I had cleaned it entirely, making indisputable to go down on his ballock clean of all the cum too."What a respectable female child you are. It's like you were made for this."pop smiled with satisfaction.
He stood up and told me to sit on the edge of the bed,"Now take my cock in your oral cavity. papa has to pee."
"What ?"I had just had the most astound experience and now he was going to befoul me ?
"A ripe whore keeps a man satisfied. I don't want to walk to the bathroom, so I'm going to use your oral cavity. Now open up."
I opened my lip and he laid his cock on my spit,"Now I'll head start slow down, you just wrap your back talk around my putz and feign it's a straw. Drink it down and don't you dare run out a drop."
His stream started into my mouth and I started continuously swallowing like I was drinking from a pale yellow. It was quick and bitter and I tried not to gag. If I made a messiness, he would surely penalize me. His caput flopped back and he sighed with easement as he emptied his bladder into his girl's throat. I just kept swallowing until the flow slowed down.
"clear your mouth."I opened and he milked his rooster and slapped my natural language to get the hold up few cliff out before wiping the tip on my lips and turning to get dressed. I felt to the full and a little puke.
"Your female parent will be home in the morning from her trip. I suggest keeping this between you and I. But sweetie…"
"Yes, dada ?"
"Even when your mother is home, if I say I need to pee-pee, you better pee-pee an excuse to follow me. You're my urinal now. My own picayune whore. 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 schoolhouse 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 room and went downstairs. I was left in my room, ravaged. I had to pick up and get to bed. I had school tomorrow and I had no idea what to look from Daddy. My intellection would be consumed with what had happened that night. I had fucked my dad and I loved it. I couldn't closure saying it in my question,"Daddy was right, I'm a prostitute. ”