Papa's Little Puta

I thrust my hips back at Papa, meeting his hammering cock in mid-stroke, reveling in the incestuous sensation...knowing our familial link made being fucked by Papa made it all the sweeter and lewder and erotic. Papa's cock was the key that unlocked any remaining restraints in my desires to be a slut. I would fuck anyone or anything so long as it meant that Papa would fuck me!

Papa began fucking me harder, sending waves of orgasmic pleasure through me as his cock rammed deep inside my womb, his violent thrusts sending me up onto tip-toe and nearly reducing me to a pool of ecstatic jelly as my cunt tried to tighten around his massive dick and hold it deep inside me.

Papa's pace suddenly slowed, but his cock thrusts were angry and brutal, making me gasp with pleasure as our bodies slapped together wetly and loudly. My orgasm broke through and as I wailed with the lewd joy of the moment, Papa snarled, "Love you, Puta!" in my ear and fucked deep into my cunt and began to cum and I was shrilly sobbing as I felt him fill my pussy with his thick, scalding semen.

Time stood still as I hung impaled on Papa's cock, his massive load of seed emptying into my womb as wave after wave of incestuous ecstasy coursed through my well fucked body as I sobbed, "I love you, Papa!" I was adrift on a cloud of carnal pleasure – instantly addicted to Papa's cock and in my incest-addled mind, I knew that I was his forever...pussy, heart and soul.

I moaned in both sweet pleasure and anguish as I felt Papa withdraw, his still hard penis slithered from my cunt wetly as he released me and let me slump over the arm of the couch, catching my breath. Papa walked around till he was close to my face, again grabbing my hair and yanking my head up until I was staring at his slightly wilting cock. He looked down at me and in a thick voice, full of both love and derision, said, "I love you too, Amanda...my little puta. He wiped his cum covered cock on my face as if marking me as his possession.

I heard him pull up his pants while I sighed happily. He settled in behind his desk again and said, "Get dressed, Amanda...back to your whore shack...take a nap, your first customer will be in around nine o'clock."

I slowly stood up, feeling Papa's seed slowly dripping down my thigh and replied, "Si, Papa." I pulled up the tiny shorts, feeling the material clinging snugly to my crotch and becoming damp with pussy juice and Papa's semen. There were rips in my shirt, exposing much of my breasts and I looked inquiringly at Papa.

He sneered and said, "You look fine – like the puta you are, Amanda...no one out there will be surprised. You want to be a puta, be fucking proud to be a puta."

His words felt like lewd praise to me and sent an after-tremor of orgasmic pleasure rippling through me. I looked at my father, raising my head up proudly and replied, "Yes, Papa...I am proud...proud to be my papa's little puta."

I turned and left his office, passing through the bar, feeling the amused or interested stares of Mallo, Janet, the red-headed woman now sucking Mallo's cock and a few others of Papa's employees who'd drifted in. I knew they could see the darkening stains in my skimpy shorts – a wet circle growing where the silky material clung to my pussy like a second skin, as well as most of my breasts – nipples still obviously hard in my arousal.

I wasn't ashamed. I was proud. I am a slut...a whore...fuck-slave to my father and as of this moment, his best and nastiest cunt for sale. I was Papa's little puta and I loved it!

The End