Daddy's Princess

My Dad is in the shower when I sneak into his room. I poke my head into the bathroom to be sure he'll be in there for a while, and I catch a glimpse of him. I watch his shadow through the shower curtain, his silhouette cleaning himself. If it weren't for my mind being set on a specific goal, I might be embarrassed to be watching him like this. Watching Dad in the shower, rubbing soapy hands through his hair, then on his chest, and then... oh.

Goodness.

His hand grips his penis, and it grows quick. I wonder what it might look like if it weren't just a shadow, how big it really is. Before I can get too excited, though, I remember what I came to his room for in the first place.

Creeping away from the door, I survey the room and look for the pants he was wearing earlier. I need to get into his wallet, because I am in dire need of new shoes and a new dress. I know he'll never give me the money on his own, so this is the only way!

His slacks are hanging neatly over his bed. Rifling through his pockets, I pull out the leather folded wallet and open it up. Staring up at me is a photo of my mother. She looks absolutely beautiful, like me but a bit older. Looking at her makes me sad, so I move on.

Finding his credit card, I stash it in my back pocket and put his pants back exactly how I found them. Just in time, too. He's just turning off the show as I dash down the stairs and into my car. I allow myself a girlish giggle before zooming off to the mall.

At a stop light, I check on my makeup. You never know when you might run into husband material! The idea of one day working as hard as Daddy does sends a shiver of horror up my spine. No, I need to marry rich.

When I arrive, the mall is pretty quiet. That makes sense, though, since it's just noon on a Wednesday. Wandering around, I use Daddy's credit card to buy myself some snacks and a few small pieces of jewelry.

Making my way to my favorite store in the mall, I pass by a group of people I went to high school with.

“You're looking cute,” a boy, Jason, says. “Why don't you come to my party tomorrow?”

I blush and shrug. “Maybe!” I know I won't go, though. He's a deadbeat.

Looking around in the store for a few minutes, I begin to worry I won't find a good enough dress. There's a cute blue one, and some great skinny jeans, but no dress that is begging me to buy it.

And then there it is- the perfect, short black dress. The neckline dips to the navel, and the skirt stops just under the ass cheeks, leaving very little to the imagination. I pick one up and head over to the dressing room.

Slipping off the clothes I came in wearing, I realize I forgot to put on a bra. I sigh and play with my nipple rings for a second before slipping on the dress. It looks amazing on my body. So amazing, in fact, that I can help but slip my finger under the skirt and play with myself a bit. It's been a few days since I've been laid, and I'm going absolutely without some good cock.

My clit is so swollen and sensitive that I can't help but let out a moan that I stifle with my hand. Thinking about watching my Dad in the shower, I press my whole hand on my mound and rub hard and fast, the familiar tickle of an orgasm building up. With my other hand, I finger myself, wiggling my middle finger on my G-spot, until I cum as quietly as I can while imagining Daddy cumming on my tits.

Not wanting to get caught, I slip the dress off. I notice some of my girl cum dripping down my leg, and I wipe it off with my finger and stick it in my mouth. It tastes sweet. Before I can head home, I have to look at the shoes. They have a sexy strappy pair that go well with the dress, so I pick those up and pay for them. In total, Daddy paid about $2,500 for me. How kind of him!

In the parking lot, I see a man walking towards me. Total babe, and I'm feeling naughty. As he approaches, I ask him if he can help me with something, and he agrees. I lead him over to my car, and immediately drop my skirt and whip off my shirt, pulling my new dress on over my head.

"How do I look?"

His mouth is agape, like a simpleton. I giggle and pull him closer. "Y-you look good," he manages to stammer. So cute, men who can't handle an assertive woman.

"How sweet of you," I coo, taking his hand and sliding it up my skirt. I make him slip his fingers under my panties and let them wander in my folds for about 30 seconds before I push him away and hop into my car. He looks absolutely baffled, which I find absolutely hilarious as I watch him through my rear view mirror as I drive away.

The drive home is filled with singing to my favorite pop music. I'm happy and decide to call my friends after I get home and take a shower so we can go out tonight. I need to get fucked so bad and my vibrator just won't cut it today. There's this guy- a bartender- that I have been wanting for so long. He's so handsome, an older guy with some gray hairs. Grays just drive me wild for some reason. I haven't dated someone my age since I got out of high school, probably.

Daddy's car is still in the driveway, so he must have the day off. I find him in his office on the computer, and I step in. I figure I can flash my new dress at him and tease him a bit, no harm in that. I feel his eyes on me as I pass through his office and into the hallway, making sure my dress is just a few inches higher than it normally would be.

After, I head into my bathroom and strip as the water heats up. I assess my body in my full length mirror, thinking I'll need to go get a wax soon. Making a mental note of it, I step into the shower, the massaging shower head relaxing me completely. I'm about to reach up and use it to give myself an orgasm when I hear the door creak open and peek out through the shower curtain.

"Oh, hey Daddy!" I chirp happily. "What do you need?"

"Did you take my credit card again, Sarah?" He's visibly angry. The blood drains from my face, and I'm unable to form words. He's never been this angry before. Seeing him like this makes me feel small and helpless, and being naked doesn't help at all. "Get out of the shower RIGHT NOW."

I don't want him to see me naked, but I am scared so shitless I just do as he says. I step out of the tub after turning off the water, and stand before him. He eyes me from bottom to top, staring for a few seconds too long at my quim and my tits. "Come with me."

I follow him back into my room, where he takes off his belt and sits on my bed. "Bend over my lap."

"Dad, I-"

"I said," his voice is quiet, cold, and filled with rage. "Bend over."

Shuffling over to him, I hesitate. Bad idea. He grabs me by my hair and forces my body over his thighs, my ass sticking up in the air. I'm already crying. He hasn't spanked me since I was a child!

I sense him pull his arm back, and then here a loud CRACK as the leather meets my right ass cheek. It hurts so bad it knocks the wind right out of my lungs, and I choke and gasp for air. Dad waits for me to catch my breath before I get another lashing. Again, and again. I think it was 10 total, but the pain was too much and I lost count.

"Are you sorry? Sorry for lying to me?" His voice is full of pain, almost like he was near tears. "I don't want to hurt you, you know this. Are you sorry for stealing my money, Sarah?"

Sobbing and nodding my head, my Dad rubs my back in an attempt to soothe me. I feel something in my lower abdomen. What is that? It- it can't be-

"You need to understand there are consequences to lying and stealing, Sarah." His hand has wandered down my back, tickling me a bit before massaging my thighs. I stiffen up.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

"Spanking isn't enough." His hand shoots up my thigh and meets my clit, making me gasp involuntarily. He traces circles around it as I squirm, but then he spanks my ass again. I cry out in both pain and arousal. "You like it, don't you?" I don't answer him, so he picks me up and lays me on my back on the bed. He takes some rope he'd left on my nightstand, and ties my hands with it, then ties them to my bed posts. "You're going to learn, you whore."

The next thing he picks up is a paddle, long and thin. I eye it with worry. "If you make a sound, I will hit you. Do you understand?" I nod, and he slaps my tit with the paddle. "When I ask you a question, you answer with 'Yes, Daddy!' Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy!" I cry, not wanting to be hit again. He climbs up on the bed with me, his hand tracing up my inner thigh. I don't want to admit it, but I'm enjoying this. All my friends have a crush on my Dad, and he's definitely handsome.

His finger finds my clitoris again, and lightly traces circles around it. Each circle brings me closer to moaning, but I don't want to be hit again. Without warning, Dad sticks a finger in my cunt, and an involuntary moan comes out. He's grinning as he removes his finger and picks up the paddle again. He hits it hard against my pussy, right on my clit. The pain brings tears to my eyes and I whimper, which makes him hit me again in the same spot.

"I said be quiet, slut!" I nod, and he paddles my tit again. "What did I say?"

"I'll be quiet, Daddy!" He chuckles and sticks his finger back in my fuck hole again. I squirm and enjoy the attention, before he adds a second finger. Before long, I'm near an orgasm, but before I can reach the edge, Daddy stops. I almost groan in anger, but catch myself. He stands up and unbuttons his pants, unzips them, and slides them down to step out of them. I realize with horror what he intends to do.

"Daddy, wait!" WHACK, right on my clit. It stings, so I go silent again. He climbs on top of me, and I get my first look at my Dad's cock; it's huge. Bigger than any I've had before. Bigger than I've even seen before! The size of that monster is making my cunt sopping wet, and he can tell.

"You want my big cock in you, don't you baby?"

"Yes Daddy!" I nearly yell, because I do. I want my Dad's cock in my cunt right this second.

"Beg me for it, whore."

"Please, Daddy! Please fuck my tight cunt, and fill me with your cum! I need you in me more than anything! Please let me feel you inside of me!" He seems taken aback by my begging, perhaps not expecting me to actually want him this bad.

He only hesitates for a second, though, before pressing his cock head up against my hole. Slowly, he pushes it in, the head alone almost too much for me to take. I gasp in pain and pleasure, gripping at the ropes and curling my toes. One inch, two inches, all the way to ten inches get buried into my cunt. Daddy's still for a moment, allowing me to get used to his size.

Even without him moving, I can feel myself getting closer to orgasm. I use my kegel muscles to try and massage his cock, which gets him to start pumping. In and out of my sopping wet pussy, slow and deep. Each thrust hits just the right spot to make me see stars. "Let me hear you moan," he says. I welcome the chance to let my Daddy know how much I'm enjoying his cock, so I moan loud with every thrust. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper into my slit, moving my hips in time with his thrusts.

He leans over to suck one of my nipples into his mouth. His slippery tongue flicks my hard nipple while he fucks me harder, and harder.

Lost in the moment and nearing an orgasm, I begin to beg. "Ooh Daddy! Please cum in me, Daddy! I want your big hard cock in me forever, fuck me harder, fuck me harder, yes, yes yes!" I scream as I cum on my Daddy's huge dick, and by his moans I can tell he's about to cum too. He goes faster, and faster, and lets out a bellow as he coats my womb with his hot goo. He unties my hands and collapses next to me, and we fall asleep with him still inside of me.

The next morning, we wake up at the same time. Daddy almost looks like he feels bad for what he did to me, but before he can apologize I straddle him and kiss him hard, slipping my tongue into his mouth. His hands squeeze my still sore ass as I grind on him. Before long, his monster cock is hard again, and I sink down onto it, riding my Daddy. My clit rubs against his pubic hair as I fuck myself on his love stick. His hands are on my tits, massaging them as I ride him to another out of this world orgasm for the both of us. I can't get enough of him, though, and he seemingly can't get enough of me because his cock is still so hard.

"Oh god, Sarah..." he moans, gripping at my hips and forcing his cock into me as deep as he can. He pulls me off of him and flips me over, entering my slit from behind. "You are so fucking hot."

I moan in response, enjoying the attention and the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of me at lightning speed. He's determined to fill me with his seed, and I have no issue with that- I want it as bad as he does. He pulls me back by my hips, our bodies slapping together as we reach our third climax together. We are both sweaty as we fall onto my bed again.

I lay my head on his hairy chest, circling his soft nipple with my finger lovingly. "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, Princess." We kiss again, passionately, like lovers. I stare him straight in the eye and vow to him that I will always be his. I will be his good girl outside of the house, but inside I'll be his dirty whore.

"I've wanted you since the day you turned 18. You're mine now." I nod emphatically, and he gives me a stern look. "Just ask for my credit card next time. We'll figure out a way for you to pay me back." He laughs and squeezes my nipple. I leap off of him and feign offense, and we laugh again. I go over to my full length mirror, turning around to see that my ass is still bright red and stings. Some of Daddy's lashes broke the skin. I'm definitely going to be sore for days, but really, I liked it. Rough sex is the best sex, and if I'm a naughty girl, I need to be punished.

I make a mental note to be naughty more often.

"Let's go take a shower, Daddy." I help him up, and we hold hands as we walk into the shower.