Little GirlbyCountess DeWinter©
To understand me, you have to know that my dad is hot. I don't mean that he suffers in the heat, I mean my dad drives me to distraction with his good looks and great body. I know that might seem strange, but many women are attracted to Daddy and I just happen to be one of them.
It all started when I was in junior high and my body began looking more like a woman's than a little girl's. My tits just kept getting bigger and, as one boyfriend remarked, my legs came together and made a perfect ass of themselves. Since mom had left us, to "find herself," she said, it was just me and Daddy and I enjoyed teasing him.
I was not quite 20 when I discovered that all those years of teasing had had their effect. I was on my way out to party with my friends and was dressed up kinda sexy. I liked wearing short skirts and skimpy tops. They showed off my "assets." I came down the stairs to find Dad waiting for me.
"You're not going out dressed like that." He didn't say it like a question, asking what my plans were. He said it like it was fact.
My rebellious nature reared it's head. "And what am I supposed to wear? A nun's habit?" I could be pretty smart-mouthed and I knew Daddy didn't like it.
"You are not going out dressed like a tramp," Daddy said again. "You will not tease your boyfriends like you've been teasing me all these years."
My mind reeled. I took in the half empty glass in Daddy's hand with a little dark liquid still in the bottom. Jack Daniel's was Daddy's favorite drink in the evening before bed. I figured it was just the whiskey talking. I rolled my eyes in typical exasperated-daughter fashion and pushed past him. Instead of letting me go by and out the door, Daddy caught my arm and spun me around on my heels.
"I said you're not going to do this any more. Don't think I don't know what you've been up to all these years. You think I won't try to take what you've been dangling in front of my nose. You're wrong."
Did I say my Daddy is hot? He's really tall, about 6'4" or 6'5" and built like a dream. He has muscles in all the right places and the most hypnotizing green eyes I've ever seen. Someday, I'll probably want to marry a guy who looks just like him, but for now, all I wanted was this fantastic forbidden fruit. I just didn't think Daddy felt the same way.
"What are you gonna do, Daddy?" I taunted, "spank me?"
A slow smile spread across Daddy's face. I could see a hungry light spark in his eyes as his gaze swept from my face, to my tits, to my legs. He released my arm and set down his glass. "I think that's exactly what you need for teasing me, sweetheart."
Daddy's hands went to his belt, his big leather belt, and began working the buckle. I stood rooted to the spot. I wanted to just leave. My friends would be expecting me. But I was mesmerized by the sound of Daddy's belt as it cleared each loop in his jeans. Surely he wouldn't actually spank me?
Shaking my head, I spun on one heel and turned toward the door. I only took one step before Daddy's had was on my arm. This time, he jerked me back and practically drug me into the living room. I had to struggle to keep my feet under me. I tried to get my hand back, but Daddy was too strong for me. He drug me over to his desk and pushed me face down over it. His desk is pretty tall, or maybe I'm just short, but I folded over at the waist with my ass sticking into the air.
Daddy's strong hand held me to the desk, then he reached out and pulled my skirt up over my hips, exposing my panty-clad ass. I struggled against him, but Daddy was just too strong.
"Daddy, you can't do this!" Even as the words came out of my mouth, I knew I didn't mean it. I wanted Daddy to really see me. As a woman and not as his daughter. I wanted to feel his hands on me, but I wasn't sure about this.
I began to regret selecting the red lace hi-cut bikini I'd chosen that matched my push-up bra. Generally, I liked wearing sexy lingerie. It made me feel good. Now, I could feel Daddy's eyes burning into my backside and then his fingers slipping into the waistband to pull my panties down. When they slid to my feet, he told me to step out of them, then kicked my feet apart.
"You're going to regret teasing me, Jenny. You're going to have a hard time sitting down tonight!"
I didn't hear the belt until it slapped down on my ass. I screamed out with the pain. My ass felt like it was on fire, but the fire didn't stop as Daddy spanked me over and over with his belt. I was crying hard when he finally stopped. My ass must have been covered in red welts. I figured that Daddy just wanted to punish me. All thoughts of teasing Daddy left me head.
As my sobs began to subside, I felt Daddy's hand lift from the small of my back where he'd had me pinned over the desk. I guess I'd figured he'd leave me alone then, but I was wrong. I felt him lean over behind me and then felt his lips on my red, stinging bottom. He kissed each welt, giving each the tip of his tongue and the tickle of his mustache.
Suddenly, I felt his fingers at my slit, stroking up and down, teasing my clit at the top of each stroke. Maybe it was because Mom had left us. Maybe it was because we weren't that far apart in age (only 20 years). Maybe it was because...hell! I had no idea why I wanted to feel my father touching my pussy. All I knew was that I wanted him bad. My body was aching for him.
I arched my back to more fully expose my now very wet pussy. I could feel Daddy's hot breath on the cheeks of my ass as he pushed one finger into my sopping pussy. I nearly came with the feeling. He fucked his finger in and out until I could feel my orgasm building.
"Oh, Daddy!" I screamed. "Make me cum!"
A second finger joined the first and I had my first orgasm of the night, my pussy walls squeezing down on Daddy's fingers.
"Jenny, you are such a bad little girl," Daddy chided me. "How can I ever make you my good girl again?" Daddy pulled me to a sitting position by my hair -- which hurt!! -- and forced me to my knees in front of him. His free hand unzipped his jeans and his cock sprang free. I must have been used to not-yet-fully-grown boys because Daddy's cock was huge! I didn't know how I'd get that huge thing in my mouth. Precum dribbled from the head and Daddy smeared it on my lips.
"Open wide," was all he said.
Daddy held on to my hair and forced his cock into my mouth. I had thought he wanted me to give him a blow job. I was wrong. He just wanted to fuck my mouth. His cock slid in and out of my mouth, each stroke going a little farther into my throat. Before long, my throat was spasming on the head of his cock. I've always had a pretty sensitive gag reflex. Daddy didn't care.
I accidentally scraped my teeth on his cock and then shrank back from the look of rage in Daddy's eyes. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, drew back his arm and slapped me across the face. Did I mention how strong Daddy was? I fell to the floor and lay there, sobbing, holding my cheek.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," I cried. "I didn't mean to hurt you!"
"Haven't you been punished enough for one night?" Daddy asked. He pulled me up and tore off my mini skirt, silk blouse and red lace bra. Then he pushed me down over the desk again. Just when I thought he ws going to spank me again, I felt the big head of his cock pushing against the opening of my pussy. I was so wet from the spanking and the cock-sucking that he met no resistance. He stood for a moment with just the head of his cock inside me, then savagely thrust himself into me balls-deep.
I'd hoped he didn't expect me to cry out in pain. The bliss that filled my body was evidenced in the pulsing of my pussy around his cock as he pumped into his little girl's hot wet cunt. In seconds, I felt the explosion of pleasure as I orgasmed again. Daddy's hands were on my hips, pulling me back onto him with each thrust.
"This isn't punishing enough, it would seem." The sneer in Daddy's voice was unmistakable. It's not much punishment when the person enjoys it. But I'd wanted to fuck my Daddy for long enough that I was willing to take it any way I could get it. Daddy pulled back, but instead of plunging again into my pussy, I felt his cock at my back door. His fingers probed my dripping cunt and, using my own juices, lubed my ass.
He inserted first one, then two fingers into my ass to get me used to him. That really hurt and I told him so by wiggling and trying to get away from him.
"Daddy, I've never done that before. It'll hurt!" I cried.
"Only for a little while, Jenny. It'll hurt only a little." Daddy's voice was soothing and his fingers were beginning to feel good in my ass. "Bring your hand down here and play with your clit, " he ordered.
I did as I was told and just as the pain started to fade and the languid feeling from my clit began, I felt Daddy's cock push into my ass. He was gentle. He pushed into me slowly and allowed my virgin hole to get used to his size before he pushed all the way into me. Then he waited a moment for me to get used to him. When I arched my back and moaned, he chuckled softly and began pumping my ass.
Many images began to flood my mind. Daddy doing the laundry and taking special care with my panties. Daddy helping me choose a prom dress, very short and tight. Daddy looking at my ass every chance he got. I wondered how long Daddy had been admiring my ass.
Daddy's hands began to caress my body. His voice went from hard to soft and gentle. His hands cupped my tits, squeezing them and pinching my nipples until they were aching. His lips grazed my back, my shoulders, my neck. I kept on fingering my clit until I was about to cum.
"Oh, Daddy," I sighed. "I'm going to cum. I want you to fill my ass with all your sweet cum."
"Here it is, baby girl."
I could barely feel anything besides the orgasm that started at that moment exploding in my brain and my cunt, but Daddy began thrusting faster and harder until I heard him cry out his orgasm. I swore I could feel the gushing of his cum into my bowels.
He slowed his thrusts then pulled out of my ass with a little "pop." We collapsed together on the floor. Daddy held me close to his chest, stroking my hair, my face, wherever he could reach.
I snuggled against him, being careful of my very sore bottom. When we'd caught our breath, Daddy stood and helped me to my feet. He led me to the shower where we soaped each other up. After, he took some perfumed lotion and rubbed it onto the welts on my ass.
"Promise me you won't be bad anymore, so I won't have to spank you like that again," Daddy admonished me.
As I felt my pussy getting wet and hot again, despite the pain in my ass, I knew I was going to be a very bad girl for a very long time.