An Immodest Refusal

Jenna had spent all night getting ready for her friends' party. It was a costume party, and she was determined to be the hottest out of her friends. She'd gone for Britney Spears from her Baby One More Time music video. Her hair wasn't blond and her skirt wasn't exactly the right color, but it was still pretty spot on. The short school skirt and long thigh high socks helped to show off her shapely legs and round ass. She didn't really like wearing bra's much so she had for gone wearing it entirely. Her pierced nipples poked through the thin material of her white oxford shirt. She looked at herself in the mirror, adjusting her top so it showed the perfect amount of midriff.

She'd spent several days getting everything together. She'd thought of everything - except what her father would do when he saw her. She had been raised mostly by her mother, a vegan hippy who taught pole dancing classes for mothers at the local gym. She didn't have any idea how they ended up together, but a certain part of her understood. If she'd been in her mom's place, she'd have fucked her dad too. He was a good looking guy. It caught her by surprise when he threw a fit and refused to let her leave for the party unless she changed. She couldn't ever remember him looking so angry. Of course, she refused. She'd worked too hard on this costume to give up now. Her friends would never let her hear the end of it if she came without a costume. She tried to explain this to her dad but he just wouldn't listen. It was infuriating.

"No, I won't have it. You need to change."

"I'm an adult now. I can wear whatever I want," she told him, crossing her arms across her chest in defiance.

Unbeknownst to her, the action only helped to accentuate her perfect tits, pushing them up and forward. Try as he might, her father couldn't stop his eyes from glazing over her luscious mounds. His eyebrows raised a fraction as he eyed her pierced nipples. His feelings were torn. As her father, he was appalled. Did his ex-wife even know what their baby had done to her body? As a man, he couldn't help but be appreciative. They looked absolutely delicious poking through the fabric of her thin top. He tried to imagine how they would feel against his tongue, cool metal and hot skin.

He shifted, suddenly very aware of his growing arousal. He was horrified that looking at his daughter had turned him on. His horror and arousal only fueled his fire, if this is how he saw her, her own father, he could only imagine the thoughts a stranger would have. Surely, it was the fatherly need to protect that drove his actions. He just wanted his daughter to be safe from the wandering hands of strange men. He cleared his throat, standing to his full height.

"It doesn't matter how old you are. You are still my daughter and no daughter of mine is leaving this house dressed like a cheap hooker!"

She balked at him, shocked by his behavior. He stomped over to her and grabbed her arm, pulling her towards the bed. She wasn't a child anymore, but her father still dwarfed her in size. It didn't take much effort on his part to move her.

"I don't know how your mother does it, but in this house, we have rules. Now bend over!"

Their eyes locked but Jenna looked away first, casting her gaze down to the floor. She had, at this point, come to the conclusion that she wasn't going to win this battle. At least if she complied, he still might let her go out. Sullenly, she followed his instructions. Jenna bent over her father's lap and her skimpy skirt fell forward, showing off her tight ass and panties. She felt her face heat with embarrassment and shame. She couldn't believe that she was twenty years old and still getting spanked by her father. He could see her panties! It was mortifying.

His large hand landed on her ass with a loud slap and she squealed. Her cheeks jiggled with the impact. Slap after slap, his hand landed on her ass, turning it a bright red. She wiggled and writhed, trying to escape the onslaught, but it was no use.

"This is what happens to girls who defy their fathers! They end up over a knee. You understand me?"

"Yes, daddy."

He almost shuddered at the words. Jenna had never really call him "daddy" growing up. Hearing it now, it gave him a strange thrill.

Jenna felt something firm begin to press against her stomach. She turned her face so she could see her father. There was something slightly off about his expression. He looked pained but she didn't think he was in pain. His hand stopped, just resting on her ass. Her skin seemed to buzz from the pain of the spanking. Experimentally, his hand caressed the sensitive skin, and she shivered at the contact. He did it again, his hand moving ever closer to her hot slit. The anticipation of his touch had her wet with desire. She wanted more, she wanted him to touch her.

She allowed her legs to fall open slightly, beckoning her father's eyes to her panty-covered mound. Her earlier fidgeting had caused her panties to ride up, giving a clear outline to her puffy lips and engorged clit. She heard a sharp exhale of breath leave her father's lips.

"Daddy," she breathed, not sure if she was begging for more or asking him to stop.

He assumed that it was the former. He pulled her panties to the side and slowly ran his fingers between her hot lips, teasing her hardened clit. At first, he rubbed her gently, fingers barely touching her skin. He quickly became more bold, sliding his fingers against her slick folds. As he rubbed her little clit, he eased a thick finger into her tight hole. She panted, her head reared back so she could watch. Once he felt like she was used to the first finger, he added another and another until he was mercilessly pumping three of his fingers into her tight cunt. Her flesh clung tightly to him, seemingly not wanting to let him go.

This was so crazy. He was her father, but she found she wanted him desperately. She'd always had a bit of a crush on him, but those feelings had seemed to fade with distance. She'd developed relationships with boys her own age which had been fun but no boy ever seemed as good or as caring as her dad. It helped that he'd aged well, maintaining a fit physique well into his late fifties. His hair was now more salt than pepper, but she thought it made him look distinguished. As he toyed with her pussy, she realized that those feelings might never have gone away. She felt a warmth begin to grow between her legs. Her walls clenched around his fingers as her orgasm began to build.

"You like that, baby. You wanna cum on daddies fingers."

She moaned in response. It felt like she was riding on a roller coaster, slowly inching up and up until the inevitable drop. Finally, it came. She came with a cry, quivering and shaking. He pulled his fingers out of her sopping cunt, and she took them into her mouth, sucking her juices off of his fingers. Her father groaned as she watched her, painfully turned on.

"Oh, dirty girl."

She had cum, but he was still rock hard underneath her. She adjusted her position, straddling him. She tugged at his pants, freeing his hardened cock from their confines. It was perfectly thick and slightly purple. She rubbed her slick cunt over his member, coating it in her juices. She raised herself up and slowly lowered herself onto his waiting cock. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his thick cock stretch her open. He'd already opened her up with his fingers but his cock was so much more. She took inch after inch of his prick into her tight cunt until he was buried to the hilt. After allowing herself to adjust to his girth, she began moving up and down, bouncing on his cock. She felt her father's large hands on her ass as she road him, groping her.

"Oh, daddy!"

"You feel so good, baby. Your tight pussy feels so good on daddy's prick."

He took one of her nipples into his mouth, playing with the piercing with his tongue. She cried out. Her nipples were already sensitive but since getting them pierced they were even more so. He had had mixed feelings upon first seeing them but now, he was a definite fan. He could do this all day.

"Don't stop," she begged. "Daddy, please don't stop."

Spurred on by her words, he throws her onto the bed. He crawls between her legs, pushing her knees up to her ears. He plunges his cock back into her juicy cunt in one fluid motion. Jenna gasps as he fills her. The new angle as Jenna keening, her back arching up off of the bed and hands digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. She was holding her legs so tightly that her nails left little crescent shaped divots in her skin.

They're face to face now and Jenna doesn't miss the opportunity to kiss her father. She angles her head and catches his mouth with hers. It's too much. It's not enough. She doesn't know. She doesn't ever want him to stop. Her moans and cries are swallowed up by their kissing, lost somewhere between his mouth and hers. With some reluctance, he pulls his lips from hers, a thin string of saliva connects them.

"Play with your pussy, baby. I want to watch you cream all over my cock."

Jenna doesn't have to be told twice. She slides her hand between their bodies to her waiting cunt. She runs her fingers over her lips, feeling the place where they connect. She almost wishes that he was fucking her in front of her floor length mirror so she could watch his thick cock stretch her open.

Her fingers find her engorged clit, and she rubs it in small circles. Her whole body seems to seize from the added stimulation. From the way her cunt tightly grips his cock he can tell that she's getting close. The whole bed shakes as he pistons his hips into her. The head board taps the wall in time with this thrusts. He holds tightly to her so he can get that much deeper inside. He thrusts in and out, in and out, in quick succession until she cums on his cock. She seizes and shakes underneath him but he doesn't stop until he gets his own orgasm. He pounds her pussy taking what he wants from it. With one last thrust, he pushes his cock deep, spurting his cum all over her waiting womb.

"Ah, fuck. Take it just like that. Take all of my load just like that."

It seemed to go on for ever. He didn't think he'd ever released so much cum in his life. Stuffed with his cum and his cock, Jenna doesn't think she's ever felt so full.

Her father collapses on top of her, exhausted from the effort. They lay like that for a while, enjoying the feeling of their bodies pressed up against each other. Eventually, he rolls off of her, pulling out of his slick cunt in the process. She's sore from the pounding but she already misses the feeling of his cock inside of her. Their combine juices leak out of her, wetting the bedding below. Slowly, he climbs out of her bed and begins to head back to his room.

He pauses a moment at her door, looking at her. Her clothes were still in disarray, perky tits hanging out of her top and panties askew. Her shapely thighs were still slick with her juices and his cum. He couldn't help but appreciate his handy work. He almost felt like he could do the whole thing over again. They'd already gone this far. He didn't know how he was suppose to resist her now.

"The only person who can see you dressed like that is me, okay?"

"Okay, daddy. Only you," she told him, a small smile on her full lips.

He nods, takes a last appreciative look at her and then leaves for his room. Jenna sighs, stretching out on her bed. She reaches between her legs, slipping her fingers into her panties. Taking them out, they're covered in his father's sticky cum. She licks it off of her fingers with her tongue, relishing the salty taste. She couldn't wait until he had her again. She hoped desperately that it would be sooner rather than later.

Rolling over onto her stomach, she patted about her bed, searching for her phone. She wasn't going to the party tonight but she couldn't say that she minded too much. She was certain she'd have a more exciting evening than them anyway.