Before the story begins, I want to thank you, Theron, for helping me write this, for keeping my imagination flowing, among keeping other things flowing as well;)
Daddy always told me to be a good girl; he said that if I were bad, bad things would happen to me. I am not talking about bad things that will get you sent to jail, Iâm talking about bad things that a woman and man do together. Daddy said that all women were whores, and they were that way because they didnât know how to control themselves. Momma, according to Daddy, was a whore, she left us, ran off with another man, and Daddy has always taking the opportunity to let me know just how much of a slut my Momma was, and how to avoid it.
Growing up in this world made me shy, and afraid of my father. He would give me odd looks when I was a child, and would ask me everyday, after I had started to develop into a woman if I was having sex. When I would reassure him that I wasnât, heâd look at me suspiciously but say nothing more. Iâm older now, 19, and though I still live with my father, Iâve distanced myself from him. He hasnât gotten anymore strange, but Iâve become bad, the type of woman that Daddy hates, and I donât want to let him down.
I couldnât help it really, I had my first sexual experience when I was 18, and from there on out, I couldnât stop it. Sex felt so good, and I thought that maybe a little of my mother had rubbed off on me, and I felt some how closer to her. Daddy still asked if I was having sex, and Iâd still tell him no, but I really didnât think he believed me, lying has never been a specialty of mine. I would soon find out that Daddy knew everything.
I was at the top of the stairs, about ready to come down them to have my breakfast, and go off to work, when Daddy stepped around the corner. I knew, somehow, that he had found out. His face was contorted with so much anger that I had to hold back a gasp of surprise and fear when I looked at him. He clenched his teeth as he began to speak to me, and he held something in his hand.
âGet down those stairs right now young lady!â
I trotted quickly down them, but stopped right at the bottom, I didnât want to come anywhere near him. I saw what he held in his hands, a pair of my panties. I have done my own laundry since I was small, and I didnât understand why he had them. He held them at my accusingly.
âWhatâs this?â
I jumped back at his voice.
âAnswer me!â
âA pair of panties, Daddy. Why are you going through my things?â
âDonât question me you little harlot! Whatâs in them?â
âDaddy!â
I began to cry; I had sneaked out of my house last night, ha imagine that, a grown woman still sneaking out of her fatherâs house, and went to a boyfriendâs house of mine, where we fucked for hours, before I came home. I knew what where in those panties; I had been too tired last night to wash them when I got home.
âAnswer me child!â
âIâm not a child!â
Daddy moved with quickness that I never knew possible, and grabbed my wrist. He twisted my arm behind me and held me close to him. He thrust the panties in my face, and screamed the question again.
âCum, Daddy, itâs cum!â
âWhat have you been doing? Have you been a bad girl?â
âNo!â
âYes you have, this isnât your cum is it? You havenât just been up in your room masturbating with a pair of panties on have you?â
âNo, itâs not mine.â
My voice sounded defeated as I spoke, and Daddy whirled me around to face him.
âYouâve turned out just like her! Just like that slut I married, but Iâll teach you. Iâll teach you how to be good!â
âDaddy?â
He seemed far away, his eyes taken on a far off look, but his mouth came down into a sneer that made me yelp when I looked at him. He didnât say anything to me, but dragged me back up the stairs, to his bedroom. He sat on me after he threw me on the bed, and to my surprise brought lines of rope that were tied to the bottom of the bed to my wrists.
âDaddy? Daddy! What are you doing? Why are those on your bed?â
âIâve been preparing.â
âFor what?â
âFor this. I knew my little girl was becoming a whore, and now Iâll teach you.â
âYouâll teach me what, Daddy?â
âHow to stay loyal to one man, you little bitch!â
âDaddy? You realize that Iâm your daughter, right?â
âYouâre a whore. I was going to keep you. I was going to save you, keep you pure, unlike that tramp of a mother of yours. But you gone and fucked that up!â
âDaddy, what are you going to do to me?â
I wasnât concerned about his ramblings; Iâd heard it all before.
âIâm going to keep you. Iâm going to show you how to love one man.â
âLove how, Daddy? I love you.â
âNo you donât. If you loved me you would have stayed true to me, but you didnât. You went off and found someone else.â
âBut Daddy, I canât have sex with you. Iâm your daughter!â
âYouâll do whatever I tell you to.â
âBut you just canât! Itâs not right!â
âThatâs all I ever wanted. For you to love me. I was going to wait until you were a little older before I took you as mine. I figured all my teachings had some effect on you, and that you would stay mine, but that didnât happen, and now I have to teach you the hard way.â
I couldnât believe it, all those times that Daddy talked about loving only one man, heâd talked about himself. He had always wanted me to become his surrogate wife.
âDaddy, you canât do this. Iâm your fucking daughter for godâs sake!â
He slapped me.
âDonât curse at me!â
I looked at him wide-eyed, as he stood, admiring his own job of securing me to the bed. He nodded as he looked at me, and a hint of a smile came to his lips.
âIâll be right back.â
He left the room, and I could only wonder what the hell he was doing now.
A few minutes later, he came back into the room. He stood and stared down at me with a strange look in his eyes. I noticed he was wearing only a pair of jeans. Looking up at him from this angle, I noticed for the first time how very well-developed his upper body was. His pecs were quite cut, as were his abs. He looked very brutish and not a little intimidating. And hot...he looked very, very hot.
He shook his head in a disgusted manner.
"Look at you. I can tell what youâre thinking by the way you're looking at me. When did this happen? When did my little angel become a nasty, fuckin' whore?"
I got control of myself and replied.
"Daddy, I'm not a bad girl! I'm a woman, and women are supposed to have sex."
He laughed.
"Are they? Are they, now? Well, then, I'll be the judge of whether you really are a woman, you little bitch."
With that, he leaned over me slightly and put his large hand on the smooth, soft flesh of my thigh and began to rub it ever so lightly. Goosebumps quickly appeared, and I shivered with pleasure. He leered at my response.
"Do you like it when Daddy touches you, baby? Does it feel
good?
"
The way he said it made sound dirty. But I felt dirty, so maybe he was right. Maybe I am bad.
âDaddy please! Donât do this!â
His hands tightened on my thigh, and I winced in pain. He brought his head down to mine, so close that I could smell his morning coffee on his breath. As his face came ever closer, his hand loosened its grip on my thigh, and move up. His hand touched my pussy; I hadnât gotten dressed yet, and only wore a nightshirt that came down at mid-thigh. A whimpering sound came from me as his finger moved across my clit. His eyebrows rose up, and he did it again, making me whimper again.
âBaby likes that doesnât she? You like Daddyâs finger on your clit?â
His eyes darkened when I didnât respond, and he moved his finger again, this time leaving it on my clit, which was beginning to grow hard, though I was willing it not to. I couldnât help it, though, he was my father, the feel of his finger was good. He moved his finger softly around my clit, as his mouth came down on mine. He pressed his lips so hard on mine, that my nose was pushed into his cheek and I couldnât breathe. I didnât pucker, I didnât return the kiss, and I cried out a little when I felt his tongue against my lips.
He prodded my lips with his tongue, until he was able to separate them, and plunged his tongue into my mouth. Out of pure instinct, I began to suck on his tongue like a cock. His finger had begun to move faster and harder on my clit, and that feeling alone caused the reaction with my mouth. I felt and heard him moan into my mouth, and then he moved completely away from me and looked down with a sneer.
"See, that didn't take long,"
He removed his finger from my clit and put it to my lips.
"Lick yourself off my finger, slut."