First Night with Daddy

When I first met my future Daddy, I loathed him. He was nothing more than the dirt off of the bottoms of my shoes. When I'd see him around town, the only things I'd notice were his baggy clothes, lumbering walk, and the long hair that covered his only nearly handsome face. A loser, that's what he was. I always looked away before I could notice anything beneath that rough exterior.

Then, when he could catch my eye, he'd always give me that half smile, like he could see into my soul. He was a friend of one of my girl friends, I barely knew him. Somehow though, he knew me. He always liked to say things he knew would upset me, as if he took pleasure in watching me squirm as he brought all of my deepest thoughts to light. Maybe he did. Perhaps he enjoyed the momentary connection between us every time our eyes met and he knew that even before our sick game started, I'd already lost. I hated him, but only because I wanted him so badly it made my body ache.

We were playing some board game I think, when our own personal game first began. I believe he'd made some sort of joke and I rolled my eyes.

"Careful, that isn't polite. You know I don't like that," he said to me, arching a single dark eyebrow, half hidden by his midnight hair.

I knew he hated it, he'd said as much before. I don't know what I expected, or perhaps I did know but didn't want to say it, even to myself. I rolled my eyes again, making a big show of it. As the brown of my eyes came to rest on the other side of my face, he snapped his fingers.

I froze.

"Bedroom. Now," he demanded, not loudly, but in a soft, dangerous tone. I rose from my chair slowly, watching him enter the bedroom first. I hesitated slightly, not quite understanding what came next, but enough to feel the first pang of fear. A sharp feeling that traveled right from my stomach down to my clit.

Another snap had me moving again. He was sitting at the foot of a bed covered in deep purple sheets and before I could speak a word to apologize he patted his knee.

"Lay across my legs, and don't cover your ass with your hands," he said in a tone that told me if I didn't listen, I wouldn't have the luxury of pants to cushion the future sharp blows.

"Okay," I said softly and started to lower myself. He stopped me, grabbing my chin before opening his mouth.

"It's yes sir, or yes Daddy unless you want to gag on my cock until you promise to get it right," he told me, his voice lowering to a near growl.

"Yes, Daddy."

I laid myself down on his lap, my eyes darting to a movement between his legs before I was sprawled across the denim of his pants. My clit pressed down lightly against his left knee, the thin leggings I'd worn doing nothing to aid the slight friction between us.

"You get ten for this, but if you ever roll your eyes at me, I will take my belt to your bare ass until you can't sit," he said, not threatening me, but promising.

The first blow came then, and a second and third quickly followed. I yelped and scrambled to put my hands over myself, but he swatted them away.

"Brat, if you try that again, I'll just spank your thighs," he said, giving one of my legs a good, hard smack. I yelped again but lowered my hands.

The next blow came slower, but it was harder than the rest. My eyes watered slightly, but the pain traveled between my legs too. I blushed, hoping he couldn't feel the wetness starting to soak my panties. I dug myself as hard against his leg as I could anyway, trying to find enough friction to relieve the pressure building inside me. I was not successful.

The following blows were just like the last, slow, but impactful. My ass burned in pain while my cunt burned in pleasure. When he was finished, I rose off of his lap and quickly noticed the wet patch on his jeans. He noticed too, and smiled at me.

"Awh, is the little brat wet from her spankings?" he teased, smiling that fucking smile of his. I grew red at his comment and went to storm out of his bedroom when a hand snatched my ponytail. It yanked me back and then his face was in mine, smiling down at me. His eyes were dark with desire, and then he was kissing me.

I am ashamed to say that it wasn't our first kiss. We'd had a chaste kiss at some party when neither of us was thinking straight, but this was different. It wasn't slow or romantic like the ones I was used to with past partners, but furious in a way that nearly brought me to my knees. When he pulled away, he smiled with a look that made me feel like a rabbit being chased down by a pack of starving wolves.

"Fuck you," I whispered.

"Oh, I'm about to," he responded, that starving look only growing in intensity. He grabbed my shirt and lifted it over my head, leaning down and biting each of my nipples before removing the rest of my clothes.

"Get on your fucking knees slut," he demanded, pushing me to the ground. My knees slammed into the carpeted floor and I knew they'd be red with rug burn when I rose again. I peered up at him as he began to unbutton his jeans. Then his cock was out, and it was massive.

"Suck."

It was that one word that made me realize that this was a point of no return. I could still get up and leave if I wanted to. It'd always been my choice, but if I took his cock into my mouth now, I could never leave the same person I was. This loser, who'd I dismissed for so long would own me in a way I'd never been owned before.

I hesitated and then opened my mouth. He took it as an invitation to slam his cock down my throat, causing me to choke immediately. I wasn't used to this length, my other partners never even compared to the monster that was now face-fucking me with a ferocity that had me slamming my hands against his thighs in seconds. He pulled out of me and I gasped for air, strings of drool connecting my mouth to that monster inches from my face.

"Again," he said, grasping my hair tightly and forcing my mouth back onto him. I whimpered on his cock and he shuttered but didn't cum. We did this for about five more minutes until he pulled out of me with a slowness that had me shaking for a breath.

"Good girl, but I see we're going to have to train you how to take a real cock now," he laughed before throwing me onto his bed, buttoning his jeans again, and lowering his own face between my thighs.

One slow lick from my hole to my clit had me shuddering and clenching my legs around his head. He laughed into me before lightly sucking on my clit and pushing two fingers deep inside of me. I groaned and shook, trying to rub myself against his face for any more friction. With another low chuckle, he began to thrust his fingers back and forth into me, my wetness making the movements smooth. He sped up the pace of his tongue with his fingers then, licking up and down my clit while bending his fingers to stroke at my g-spot.

The orgasm that followed was earth-shattering. "Daddy please don't stop," I gasped as I clenched around his fingers and came, hard. He licked slowly now, easing out the last of my pleasure, savoring the taste before he finally rose to his feet.

"If I'd known you got so wet for me, I would have fucked you ages ago. With how you shook around me, I doubt this is the first time you came to the thought of my tongue," he laughed deeply at my sudden redness. It wasn't. I'd never thought to try anything like this with him before because I was ashamed, but when the sun sank deep into the sky when my reputation was left at the front door, I came to him nearly every night.

He read my face and the corner of his mouth twitched before he asked, "I think it's my turn to cum now, don't you?"

"Yes Daddy," I whispered, spreading my legs for him slowly. He gazed down at my soaking cunt and then, too slowly, he unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them all the way off.

He moved his cock between my legs before steadily thrusting into me, a moan escaping from both of us as I took his full length. He retreated just as slowly, and I whined.

"Please, Daddy, fuck me hard," I begged, thrusting my hips upward in invitation. His eyes met mine and the hunger in them grew at my words.

He plunged into me then, forcefully and I nearly screamed at the sudden, shocking pleasure. In, out, in, out, he was fucking me in earnest.

"Fuck, you are such a good little cumdumpster aren't you?" he growled into my ear. I only moaned in response, pressing my body harder against his. His thrusts gained speed and I came again, clenching down on his cock. His orgasm followed, and with a loud groan, he came inside of me.

"Fuck," he said, breathing heavily, "you don't know how long I've wanted to do that to you." He kissed my forehead before sliding out of me and laying down at my side. I shifted and rested my head against his hard chest.

"I think I might."

He chuckled quietly, running his hands down my spine.

"Maybe you do know, brat."