Filthy Shorts is a series of vignettes. There may be loose ties but there isn't any particular order.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18!!!
THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, ANY SIMILARITIES TO PERSONS OR PLACES IS COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL!!!
This story contains incest. If this isn't your cup of tea please move on.
I write primarily for myself. I'm not very good but I hope you enjoy.
All rights reserved.
Lots of Love, Casino
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Filthy Shorts - 01:
Walking up the front walk after school, I knew I would have to change my demeanor. I had a really great day at school but I needed to act crabby and pretend like I had a bad day. When I have a bad day my Daddy treats me like a princess and makes me feel good.
It all started a month after my 18th birthday. A skinny girl, named Angela, called me a fat slut and humiliated me in front of the entire lunch room. I ran out in tears, my friends trying to console me but I was devastated.
At least I got to take out my rage on Angela at tennis practice. We were practicing against each other and every time she charged the net, I went for a straight up body shot. I pelted her twice into her chest, three times in the stomach and once in the ass as she tried to turn away. The last body shot I aimed for her head and hit an overhead smash into her nose. There was a crunch and blood squirted out all over her tennis whites. I was satisfied with my revenge. I'm sure she was bruised as fuck as well when practice was over. She never said another bad word about me and neither did anyone else.
Anyway, I was still in a foul mood when I got home that day. My Daddy was sitting on the couch reading a book. He works a really early construction shift so he was always home by the time I was finished with my tennis practice.
I slammed the door and he jumped. "What's wrong, princess?" He said looking up from his book, clearly concerned.
My lip quivered and I started crying. I dropped my school bag and tennis racquet and ran to him. I plopped down on his lap and cried into the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around me, one rubbing my back the other gently resting on my knee. He whispered gently, "Ssshhhhh, Baby, Daddy's got you. Tell me what happened."
I told him about what Angela had said and my revenge. Then I asked him quietly, "Am I a fat girl, Daddy?"
"Absolutely not. You've got the body of a gorgeous woman. My guess is Angela is jealous because of the attention you get from boys."
"You're just saying that because you're my Daddy." I pouted and sniffed, my tears subsided a bit. At least I was no longer hysterical.
"No Penelope, you have the same gorgeous curves that your mother has and you're skinnier than her. Tell me, do you think Mommy is fat?"
"No." I hated it when he used cold hard logic. Granted, Mom had a little more meat on her bones but she wasn't fat.
"Then why would you think you are fat?"
I sighed but didn't answer. He squeezed my knee and patted me on the butt, a normal signal for me to stand up. I ignored it, I was comfy and safe in my Daddy's arms.
He did it again, with soft words, gently asking me to hop off his lap, but something feral sprouted in me. Sure I had thought about it since I turned 18 but now my body carved him. I started kissing his neck and spreading my legs. I moved his hand to the inside of my thigh about an inch away from my pussy.
"Uuuuhhhh, sweetheart... that's not..." He tried to protest.
I interrupted him, "Make me feel good, Daddy. Make me feel sexy and desirable."
"That's not what daddys are supposed to do, honey. I'm supposed to..."
I interrupted him again, pulling at his hand and pressing it against my pussy, grinding on the back of his hand. "I need it, Daddy. I need you to make me feel like a woman." I kissed him passionately on the lips and he tentatively ran his fingers over my quim, still covered by my tennis bloomers. Mom had a nine to five and usually worked late so I knew we had a few hours before she would get home. Even though she probably wouldn't mind, but we'll cover that later.
He ran his thumb over my clit and I shivered and moaned. "Are you sure you want this, Penelope? We won't be able to go back once we cross this line."
I nodded and but my lip, "Yes, Daddy, finger fuck your little girl. Make me feel good, please." I pulled the crotch of my bloomers aside feeling heat and my scent escape.
Daddy closed his eyes sniffing my scent wafting up to his nose. I felt his rough middle finger tease my soaking wet hole. He gently pushed it all the way in, his rough finger no match for my gloriously slippery juices. I held his wrist with both hands, rotating my hips grinding on his thick finger. His middle finger filled me nicely but I wanted more. "Put another finger in, Daddy." I whispered, nibbling his earlobe.
He pulled his middle finger out adding his ring finger, slowly sliding all the way in. I shuddered and gripped his wrist again, "So... big..." I hissed.
"Are you ok, baby?" He whispered, slipping his tongue into my ear.
"Yes." I said breathlessly, "Let me get used to your fingers. They're so much thicker than mine." I blushed having realized I just admitted to masturbating.
"It's okay, baby girl, you just let me know when you're ready." He fondled my ass making me even hornier.
I rotated my hips again grinding on his fingers. I quivered feeling my body tingling, already close to an orgasm. I took a deep breath and looked into his eyes, "I'm ready, Daddy."
I felt his dick harden against my hip as he slowly fucked me with his long thick fingers. The friction was absolutely incredible. I moaned and quivered, completely consumed with pleasure.
"Good girl, does my dirty little daughter feel good? I can't believe she asked me to finger her." He curled his fingers up inside me rubbing my G-spot.
"Oh daddy! That feels so good." I was so close, I started rolling my hips in time with his thrusting hand.
He could sense I was close, "That's it Penelope, cum for Daddy. Cum on my thick fingers, I'll always love Daddy's girl."
"Daddy..." I whispered, unable to get anything else out. I was caught in a silent scream as I came. My juices flowing out of my pussy, staining my Daddy's blue jeans. I was panting like an animal, limp in his arms.
He held me tight as I quivered, feeling him pull his fingers from my slutty hole. I suddenly felt empty and whined like an insolent child. "Please put them back in, Daddy. I want more."
"There will be time for more another day. Right now be a good girl and open your mouth. My baby girl needs to clean my fingers."
I did as I was told and sucked his fingers clean enjoying my taste and scent.
When I was finished, Daddy gave me a naughty slap on the butt and told me to go shower. I did as I was told, hopping into the shower. Touching my swollen pussy in the shower was electric as I cleaned myself. After I dried off I put on some short shorts and a tank top, I skipped the bra and panties. I knew mommy would scold me later in private for teasing Daddy but I liked getting scolded for being naughty.
I made my way down to the kitchen. Daddy had changed into a navy blue Adidas originals tracksuit with white stripes and logo. I called it his Russian mafia outfit. In the evening he always took out his contacts and wore these thick framed square glasses which complemented the look.
He had his back to me reading through a recipe in our family cookbook. I snuck up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. "Thank you again for making me feel so good. My pussy is still humming, Daddy."
