Act Like A Whore
By Twingles.
Yet here I stand just outside my living room watching as my precious 14 yr old princess is about to get it on with some loser, and it’s pissing me off that that’s not even her poor sap of a boyfriend. It seems the apple has not fallen so far from my dead wife’s tree, so to speak. Well, I am not gonna let this shit happen in my house. She wants to be a whore. I’ll show her how a whore gets treated. I storm in, pull this punkier degenerate off her, and shove him toward the door. He’s a scrawny thing and I can tell by the way his mouth is gaping open he’s afraid for his life.
I’m not a huge guy at 5’ 9”, but I weigh 200 lbs. I take pride in my body, so I try to work out at least 3-5 times a week. I could smash this kid into next week without even breaking a sweat. Anyways, I tell him to get the fuck out and don’t ever come sniffing around here again. He takes off running with his pants fallen to his knees. All the while I got my princess screaming at me that this is so unfair and that I should mind my own business. I finally turn around and look into her big beautiful green eyes with the makeup all running down her face from crying and say I didn’t raise you to be any whore, so this shit stops here and now, or I’ll make sure you know what a whore is and how she gets treated.
Whether or not she is mine, Ashlyn has developed my stubbornness and temper, and there is no way she’s taking this. She comes right up to me with her 5’ 2”, maybe 100 lbs, soaking wet self and tells me to get bent. Well, I completely lost it. I grabbed her by her upper arm, dragged her over to the couch, sat down, pulled her over my knee, yanked up her to a short mini skirt, and started smacking her ass. I don’t even know when I started to notice that she had the skimpiest little black lace thong on, but when I did, and I have to tell you, my cock did a little twitch. With every crack, I watched that tight little ass do a little jiggle, and I found myself thinking all sorts of nasty thoughts.
Like how easy it would be to shift her just right so that her leg would fall to the side and give me a better view of that smooth pink little pussy. How it wouldn’t take any effort whatsoever to hold her still while I gave her a good fingering. Like how, with my experience, I could just lick her to the quickest orgasm of her life. Enough, I say to myself, this is my daughter. I jumped to my feet, letting her fall to the floor. I watched as she scrambled away with her skirt all hiked up and her tight little ass beat red from the harsh spanking I had just given to her.
True to her personality, though, she stands up, straightens herself out, throws her beautiful waist-length black wavy hair back, and says that she will fuck who she wants when she wants and how she wants. Just like that, I was seeing red all over again. Now I’m fuming, my cock is still throbbing, and all I want to do is throw her down on the floor and give her the fucking of her life. So I do what any good father would do. I step back, take a breath, and hatch a plan that will break her of her insolent willfulness.
I slowly start to unbuckle my belt. I watch as her green eyes go as big as saucers. You can tell she’s starting to re-think what she’s just said, but it’s too late. She has to be taught what a whore gets treated like, or that’s all she’ll ever be. I pull the belt free and say to her in the sternest voice I know she has ever heard from me, take off your clothes.
She cries and then begs, “Daddy, please don’t do this. Daddy, I’m your little princess, Daddy, please.”
Funny how I’ve been just Dad for a couple of years, and now I’m Daddy. It’s too late now, though the horse has left the stable. I again say, take off your clothes. Just for emphasis, I snap the belt between my hands. I watch and see it slowly dawning on her that there is no give in me anymore.
She starts with her shoes first, the socks, and then the top comes off. Her black lace bra matches with the tiny black thong, the lace of the bra doesn’t even cover her creamy mounds. You can just about see her little nipple poking out of the top of the lace, and all I want to do is give them a little lick. Suck them into hard, tight little buds. Dam it, what is wrong with me? There goes my cock again. Head in the game, I have a purpose here. She stops there, looks at me with the most pitiful eyes, and tries her hand at begging again. I say get on with it; everything is off NOW!! The bra, skirt, and panties come off in a huff. You have to hand it to her. For an 18-year-old, she’s a tough little cookie now as she’s standing there butt-ass naked.
I explain the rules: “You act like a whore. You get treated like a whore. From now on, until I say differently, while you are in this house, you are to remain naked. If you step out of line, sass me back, or roll your Goddamn eyes, I will take this belt and beat you with it. Is that understood!”
As she stood there naked, she stammered out a “ye.. ye.. yes sir.”
“Good,” I said. “Now get the fuck in the kitchen and do the dishes.”
As scared as she looked, I thought she’d run out, but she didn’t. I swear she sauntered out; I even think I caught her eyeing the bulge in my jeans and giving her lip a little lick. Her little tight ass is swaying like a calling card. If a calling card said come fuck me, that is. Ugh, I adjusted my poor, strangled cock and went to make myself a stiff drink.
Not even 5 minutes pass, and I can hear her yelling at Boomer, our 160 lb Bull Mastiff in the kitchen. I laugh to myself. This can’t be good. I go to the kitchen to see what’s going on, and poor naked Ashlyn is standing at the sink trying to do the dishes, but Boomer is in there with his head shoved up between her legs, trying to lick her goodies. Now here’s a good punishment for my little whore, I thought to myself. I cleared my throat and said Ashlyn, open your legs for him.
She tried to turn around and argue with me, but Boomer had her pinned against the sink counter. “Daddy,” she wailed. “Stop him, Daddy, please, oh my God, you’ve made your fucking point. Stop him.”
I hate to say I was that close to giving in until she cursed, which is not allowed in my house, so again, I said, “Ashlyn, I told you to open your legs, and if I have to say it again, I’m gonna say it with the belt.”
I figured this would put her over the edge. Boomer would get him a little treat, and then this whole thing would end, and we could return to just getting by. But I tell you, as she opened her legs, he began to lick for all he was worth. That big tongue of his was going from her brown, puckered little asshole to her clit, and she started to give little moans; I about came in my pants. Watching her 18-year-old tight little body, legs all spread wide, her beautiful black hair flowing down her back, fingers gripping the counter edges as tight as she could. That was one of the hottest things I have ever seen. Before I realized what I was doing, my zipper was down; my throbbing cock was in my hand, and I was stroking it.
When she let out a scream for her very first doggy-caused orgasm, it was more than I could take. I stalked over, shoved that beast away with all my might, and rammed my seven-inch thick cock into her dripping wet pussy straight up to my balls. Oh my God, it was like heaven!! Her teenage pussy was the tightest thing I have ever put my cock in. The sensation crazed me; it was like silk in there all, hot & wet. I could stay in there forever. I gave her a minute to get used to my size, and then I glided in and out at a nice, slow, steady pace. Then my hands were all over her.
Gripping her slender hips, grabbing her perky beautiful teenage tits, pinching those hard little nipples, I couldn’t stop myself. Neither could she because she started to meet me thrust for thrust. A frantic pace was being set. We were striving for one goal: to reach pure bliss. I reached around and started to flick her swollen clit, she let go a keening moan with her orgasm, and I went right over the edge with her. I have never come harder in my whole fucking life. As we stood there, hunched over the sink and panting, Ashlyn smiled and looked back at me over her shoulder.
She said, “Daddy, I do believe that was the best fuck of my life.”
All I could think of was I hope the paternity test has the answer I never thought I would pray for.
The End.
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