Daddy's Good Girl

"You take care of your father and be a good girl, Melody," my mother said as she stood in the doorway of our house, her the tight, gold necklace glinting about her throat. She always wore it. The thin chain kept the heart-shaped locket pressed to the hollow of her throat. Her braid of brown hair fell off her right shoulder and down the front of her conservative dress. My mom always wore the most conservative dress. She was such a fifties housewife, staying at home, keeping everything clean, being subservient to dad.

Like always subservient. She would fetch him beers when he watched TV after work and always made sure his coffee was topped off during breakfast. Every day when he came home from work, Mom would be waiting for him, ready to take his jacket and massage his feet.

And she did it with a smile on her face. She loved my dad. And I didn't blame him. He was a handsome man, tall, dark-haired, and muscular. Sometimes he made my eighteen-year-old body ache with desires and I would have to masturbate in my room hoping my twin sister Alice didn't notice.

Now Alice and I weren't identical twins but fraternal. We looked as much alike as any other normal set of sisters. She was taller and slimmer than I was but my breasts were bigger and my hair finer. It fell in a similar braid to my mother's down my back, almost the same shade of brown.

"Mom, we're going to be late," Alice shouted from the car, her head shoved through, her bushy, tawny hair spilling about her delicate face. We both inherited Mom's small nose and delicate cheekbones, making us look fragile and innocent.

"In a moment, dear," my mom shouted, always full of patience. She turned to me and stroked my hair. "While I'm gone it will be up to you to take care of him, okay. Be obedient and a good girl. I know you will be. You love being a good girl for your daddy."

My cheeks warmed. Ever since I realized that my dad was a muscular hunk beneath the dress shirts he wore for his office job, I found myself wanting to do whatever he said, running errands, fetching him drinks, doing things Mom normally did for him so I could be around him. It made my heart almost float out of my chest when I did.

I just wanted to be close to my dad. I was a daddy's girl, but so were lots of my friends. My friends, including my best friend Sun, were all jealous that I had the cutest dad.

Alice, on the other hand, was a brat. I was glad she was going with Mom to Grandma's. Three weeks of just me and Dad while Mom helped Grandma adjust after Grandpa's hip surgery. I could have gone, but it was my choice to stay.

And I would get to spend so much time with Daddy. So of course I declined. It was so boring at Grandma's. I loved her and Grandpa, I did, but there was nothing to do there but be board. They barely had internet and no cable, just rabbit ears on a black and white TV.

"I'll be good for Dad," I smiled.

She sighed. "You don't call him Daddy anymore. I get it, you're getting older, but it always made him happy when you call him Daddy."

"It does?" I asked, a hot thrill shooting through me. Daddy. It felt so naughty to call him that at my age. I squirmed my hips, my nipples hardening in my bra.

She nodded her head. "Now you be good. Do everything he tells you. Eighteen is not too old to be spanked over your father's knee."

I blushed. Once, I had seen Dad spanking Mom a few weeks ago. They were in their bedroom, but the door had been cracked. It was Saturday and my sister and I were supposed to be weeding the garden. I slipped in to change my clothes—my tight shorts were proving impractical to moving—and heard the slaps. At first, I thought dad was hurting her until I glimpsed her face.

Mom loved to be spanked.

The image rose in my mind. My mother naked, her large breasts pressing against Dad's muscular thigh, her round bottom red and wiggling as he slammed his broad hand on her flesh. Her head had risen with each spanking, her toes curling. I caught a glimpse between her legs. She was shaved and looked so youthful. And with her hair braided, she seemed more like a little girl being spanked by her daddy than a wife playing with her husband.

I had only watched for a minute before I was so afraid I ran. I burst into my bedroom, shoved my hands down my shorts, and rubbed at my pussy lips. I was so wet. I had never masturbated with such a frenetic need as I pictured Dad's muscular chest, covered in barbwire tattoos, rippling as he drew back his arm and spanked me.

"Melody," my mother said, bringing me out of my fantasy. "You are going to behave, right?"

"I'll be Daddy's good girl," I smiled.

"Good." Dad's voice rumbled behind me.

Startled, I let out a squeak and turned around, my hands clasped before me as Dad, wearing a plain, white t-shirt that molded to his muscles, walked up. Mom lowered her head and clasped her hands before her. Dad stopped before her, ignoring me, and raised her chin.

"Dear," Mom said, "Melody has promised to take care of you while I am gone. I hope she will be a satisfactory replacement."

"Once I have her trained," Dad answered, his thumb brushing her cheeks.

"Good." A smile played on Mom's lips. "Then, with your permission, dear, I would like to go and visit my parents."

"Granted."

Permission? Why did Mom need permission?

Dad seized Mom's lips in a kiss. My eyes widened at the unbridled passion. Mom shuddered, her eyes closed while Dad owned her lips. He still held her chin as he kissed her. She moaned, her hips shuddering, her hands squeezed tight together. And then he broke it. Mom took a deep breath, her cheeks flushed.

"I love you, dear."

Dad nodded, his thumb still caressing her cheek, an intimate touch. Wild thoughts of Dad touching me like that spilled through my mind. A heat ignited between my thighs, wet, molten passion. The urge to run upstairs and masturbate seized me as Dad patted Mom's ass as she walked away, a laugh on her lips and a saucy look in her eyes.

They were so affectionate.

"Well," Dad said, staring down at me. He cupped my chin and lifted my eyes. Would he kiss me now? "It is just me and you. Your Mother promises me you will behave."

"Of course...Daddy."

His lips twitched, a smile almost forming. "Good." He kissed me on my forehead instead of my lips. My flesh burned where he touched me. I shuddered. "Go fetch me a beer, the game's about to start."

"Yes, Daddy." My heart beat in my chest as I turned and raced to the kitchen.

I thought I felt Dad's eyes on my ass. I wore an old pair of jeans—I was supposed to go school shopping with Mom and Alice tomorrow—and they were tight. They hugged my rear and legs. I had grown since I bought them.

I hoped he was watching. It made me feel so womanly. Mom was gone. It was my place to be the woman of the house and make sure the man was taken care of.

My teachers at school would be horrified. Especially Ms. Gardner and Mrs. Thompson. They were always talking about how women didn't have to serve men and being a housewife was "internalized misogyny." But it was nice to serve. It made me happy.

What was so wrong with that?

Nothing.

Of course, I never contradicted my teachers. And I never told them about my mother. She was almost straight out of the ancient TV show that sometimes appeared on Nickelodeon late at night—Leave it to Beaver. But she wasn't faking her happiness. She was always humming and singing as she cooked or clean.

"Your father earns the money and provides for us," she would say, "and he works hard to do it. So I work just as hard at home making our life pleasant. Your father appreciates what I do, and I appreciate what he does. We compliment each other."

Hearing her say it made it sound like the most romantic thing in the world.

My head buzzed with images of me being Daddy's wife. Cooking and cleaning, waiting for him to come home, then I would massage his feet after his hard day while we talked. They always laughed when Mom massaged his feet. It was their private time. Alice and I were banished to our bedrooms or elsewhere during it.

I brought the beer to Daddy.

"Thank you, Melody," he said, taking it and giving me a nod.

"You're welcome, Daddy," I smiled.

He patted the arm of his recliner while the announcer called the baseball game. The Mariners were playing the A's, and the first pitch had just been thrown. I sat on the chair's arm and leaned back, Daddy's arm going around my waist.

It was wonderful. I smiled, loving being near him even if it meant watching a boring baseball game. Twice more he sent me to get him another beer. I returned with his drink and diet cokes for myself. I even started getting into the game, and when the Mariners won, Daddy hugged me to his chest.

He smelled so manly. The hot itch returned to me. I squirmed, my cheeks burning, suddenly so embarrassed. "I have to go make dinner, Daddy."

"Okay, sweetheart." He kissed me on the forehead.

I crawled off the recliner, my thighs squeezed tight. I really did have to start dinner, but I wanted to masturbate so badly. "Daddy, Mom was supposed to take me clothing shopping tomorrow."

"I'll take you." his eyes fell on mine. So strong. "But you won't buy anything without my approval."

Part of me wanted to revolt. What did my dad know about clothes? He would probably try to dress me like Mom. Long skirts, loose blouses, nothing to show off my growing body. I liked to dress in tight jeans, short shorts, and daring skirts. But I had promised to be a good girl for Daddy.

"Okay, Daddy."

"Good girl," he smiled.

My heart thudded for joy.

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I was so tired the next morning. I couldn't sleep last night. Thoughts of taking over all of Mom's duties for Daddy filled my thoughts. I had rubbed my poor pussy raw masturbating last night. But I couldn't stop. The idea gripped me. Massaging his feet, stripping him naked, laying beneath him as he pumped his cock in and out of me.

I knew about sex. Several of my friends had had sex, and they told me all about how disappointing the boys were the first times. "I wish I had a man do it," they all said. "Someone older and sexier. Like your Dad, Melody."

"I would totally let your dad pop my cherry," Sun had giggled.

"Older men know how to get the job done," Tiffany had proclaimed. "Trust me."

"Every girl knows it," agreed Donna. "But good luck finding an older man that isn't a perv. He needs to be perfect. I bet your Dad would be perfect. Maybe I should spend the night."

I had said no. There was no way I was letting Donna near my dad, not with the hungry look in her eye.

Now my thoughts were consumed with him. We were all alone. Three times I stood up and walked to my bedroom door, set on walking down the hall and slipping into bed with Daddy. But it was also so scary. I wanted him so badly, but incest was wrong. He wouldn't want to sleep with me and cheat on Mom.

He was a good man not a pervert.

The third time I had stood at my door, gripping the nub, my stomach twisting. I listened. The house was so quiet. I strained to hear him in his bedroom. I imagined him awake, burning with desires for me, waiting for me to come and perform Mom's wifely duties with him.

But I chickened out and ran back to my bed. And then masturbated to another orgasm.

I almost overslept and forgot to make Daddy breakfast. But I remembered at the last minute and rushed downstairs wearing only my thin nightgown. I whipped up Sunday breakfast and had it ready when Daddy came down at his usual 8 AM.

It was after breakfast he took me to the mall. I held his arm as we walked through the mall. I noticed the other girls and women who looked at them and a prideful surge went through him. He was desired but he was mine.

Until Mom got back.

I led Daddy to the first store, pulling him past the shoplifting detectors and into the vibrant clothing store. Everywhere I looked were frilly, feminine items. Daddy was the opposite of it all, standing tall, muscular, hunky.

"I only want you to buy skirts," Daddy said. "I like my girls in skirts."

"Is that why Mom never wears jeans or pants?"

Daddy nodded. "And you're at that age where you should do the same."

"But long skirts, like Mom? Hers are so boring."

A smile crossed his lips. "Sweetheart, buy the shortest, tightest skirts you want. You have gorgeous legs. Let Daddy see them."

Heat rushed up my legs. "Yes, Daddy," I squeaked then turned away, my cheeks on fire. Daddy wanted to see my legs. I wish I was wearing a skirt right now instead of stupid shorts.

There were so many wonderful skirts. Short tennis skirts, pleated skirts, pencil skirts, flowery skirts, knee-length skirts, mid-thigh skirts, even shorter ones. I felt so daring when I grabbed on of those, imagining it only falling past my rear and not much else. It would show off so much of my legs. Daddy didn't complain as I handed him another skirt to hold. He threw them over his muscular arms, a patient smile on his lips as he glanced at what I bought.

I liked flashy skirts with bright colors, drawing the eye.

And then I had to find blouses to go with them. We headed across the store where I snagged halter tops, peasant blouses, V-necks, scoop necks, baby doll t-shirts, belly shirts. With each one I considered which bottom it would go with, making my outfit plans. This top could go with three different skirts, bu this one only went with one. I took the top that could match three skirts.

Variety. I needed to mix up my clothing. I couldn't wear the same outfit combinations all the time.

With a dozen blouses and skirts chosen, I headed into the back for the changing rooms. "I can't wait to see how pretty you look," Daddy said as I closed the door.

My cheeks blushed. I looked out the louvered slats. I could sort of see through them from my side, glimpsing his legs in his blue jeans while I pulled off the t-shirt I wore. A sudden surge of excitement went through me as I wiggled out of my shorts.

I was almost naked in here and Daddy was just on the other side.

I grabbed a knee-length skirt and a halter top that went well with it, adjusting my bra. I would have to get a strapless bra to wear with the halter top, my straps were too obvious. I stared at myself in the mirror, turning, loving how my braid of dark-brown hair fell down my back, almost reaching the soft swell of my rear. The skirt fell lovely across my butt. I shifted my hips, loving how the hem swayed about my legs.

"You dressed yet?"

"Coming, Daddy," I giggled. "You need to be patient when girls are trying on clothing."

"I'm not good at patience. I like to take what I want."

A hot wave rushed through me. I almost said, "You can take me, Daddy," but that would be absolutely stupid.

I stepped out, standing before him, suddenly so afraid. What if he hated it. His arms folded before him, his eyes studying me as I fidgeted. I played with my fingers before him, wishing he would say something.

"Straighten your back," he said. "And turn around. Let me get a good look at you."

"Yes, Daddy," I said, my spine snapping straight. Then I turned, putting a little sway into my hips to really make the skirt swirl. "Do you...like it, Daddy?"

"The skirt's a little long," he said, "but your top is great. We'll need to get you a strapless bra. Unless you already own one?"

"I don't, Daddy."

"We'll fix that."

I swallowed then reached for the door and opened it. I slipped in. Only the door didn't close behind me right away. I turned and gasped as Daddy stood in there with me, his arms folded, his eyes on me as I clutched the next top.

"Well, this will be faster," he nodded, his eyes rolling up and down my body. "You won't have to keep coming and going."

"I...I don't think it's allowed for you to be in here, Daddy," I trembled.

"I don't care." His eyes were so dark and commanding. "Now change. Show me your next lovely outfit."

"Yes, Daddy."

I hastened to obey him. I pulled off the halter top. I felt so naked in just my bra, cupping my round breasts. My nipples were so hard, poking at the front. I don't know why. I had worn my bikini around Daddy before and it showed just as much flesh. I wiggled out of my skirt, bending over to step out of it and pointing my panty-clad rear at Daddy.

"Cute pair," he said. "Black. I like them."

"Black? What..." My panties. My cheeks burned even more and the hot itch between my thighs swelled. "Thank you, Daddy."

"You're growing up so fast."

I straightened and pulled on a red, V necked blouse and turned to face him.

His cock bulged the front of his jeans. I froze, half-pulling on the top, my right arm through the sleeve, my left arm searching for the armhole. I sucked in a deep breath. Daddy was turned on right now.

I turned him on.

"Keep changing," he ordered. "Don't stop. I need to approve all your outfits."

"D-do you approve all of Mom's?"

"Why do you think I take her shopping? Your mother dresses to please me. She's a good girl. And I know you want to be just like her, another good girl for Daddy."

"I do," I whispered. I pulled the top over my head and pulled my braid out the back. Then I grabbed a jean skirt I thought would be quite cute with this top. I stepped into the skirt, pulling it up my hips. It was tight. I sucked in a breath to get it up over me and then zipped up the side. It fell to my mid-thigh, a few artfully worn through spots showing off my pale thighs beneath.

Daddy nodded his head as I turned. "Now bend over," he ordered. "Touch your toes."

"Yes, Daddy."

I knew I had to do it with my ass facing him. I bent over, the skirt sliding up my thighs, revealing more and more of my flesh. I almost wished it was short enough to flash my panties at Daddy. The hot itch between my legs grew even hotter. I had to be wet, my panties soaking up my excitement.

I wanted to escape to a bathroom and masturbate.

"D-do you like them?" A tremble ran through me.

"They are perfect. You have great taste in clothing." His hand stroked my bare thigh right beneath the hem of my skirt. I shuddered and moaned, the blood rushing to my head as I stayed bent over. What was he doing. "Just perfect. Okay, try on the next."

My virgin body trembled as I turned. I could still feel his hand on my thigh even though he stopped touching me. It was the most intimate contact I had ever had with another person. I didn't date much—Daddy didn't approve and, unlike Alice, I was a good girl. I had barely kissed a boy let alone let one really touch me.

It was amazing to feel his hand on me. As I stripped down to my underwear, I wanted Daddy to touch me again.

I grabbed the one very short skirt I selected. I had never worn a miniskirt before. It was made of a stretchy, black material that hugged my ass when I pulled it on. It felt so exposed. It ended right below my butt-cheek. As I pulled on a purple belly skirt with dangling, golden fringes around the hem, I felt like at any moment the skirt would slide up my flesh and expose my panties.

"Now that is a skirt," Daddy said, as I faced him, the tasseled fringes caressing my belly and back as they swayed. "Yes, it is. Turn around. Let me see your ass."

"Yes, Daddy."

I turned, so aware that I was turning him on. He groaned. His hands reached out, touching me. It was so wrong. No father should touch his daughter like that, but I didn't care. It was so wonderful. His hands so strong as they squeezed me.

"That's my good girl," he whispered as his hands kneaded me. "Mmm, you're making Daddy so happy. Now bend over. Let's see how this skirt moves."

"Yes, Daddy."

My pussy clenched as I bent over. He let go of my ass as I did. I gasped when I pressed back into his cock bulging his jeans. I felt it along the top of my ass as I bent over, my braid falling to the floor. I fought the urge to grind back against him. My pussy was so itchy. I wanted to be touched.

Needed to be touched.

I didn't care if it was my Daddy doing the touching.

That would just make it hotter.

"What a gorgeous skirt," he groaned, gripping my hips. He moved, sliding his bulge up and down against my ass, moving it lower. It pressed against my pussy. I felt him through all our clothing. So big. So thick. Was he bigger than a normal guy? What would he feel like in me?

Incestuous passions gripped me. I wanted my father to fuck me right here, right now.

"Melody, kneel," he ordered, grinding harder against me."

"Kneel?"

His hand smacked on my ass. I yelped as the burning pain shot through me. I didn't understand why that made my pussy even warmer. "I gave you an order. What happens when girls are bad."

"We're spanked, Daddy."

He rubbed my ass where his hand landed. "Well?"

I spun around and knelt before him, the thin carpet of the changing room rough on my knees. I stared up at him. He seemed even taller than usual. The changing room's light shone above his head, making him a dark shadow.

"You've made me hard," he continued. "You've excited me. Good girls take care of the problems they create."

I stared at his cock, my eyes widening. "I...What are you wanting me to do, Daddy?" This couldn't be happening. This really couldn't. We were in the changing room. I know I was horny and wanted my Daddy, but they were just fantasies.

Incestuous, forbidden fantasies.

"I am telling you to pull out my cock and suck it until I cum. You will swallow every drop. If you don't, I will spank you so hard when we get home." His hand reached out and seized my braid. "You promised to be a good girl, Melody."

"I did, Daddy." I licked my lips, staring at his bulge. "But...but...what about Mom?"

"What about her? She's not here. You are. What will it be, young lady?"

Another wave of heat washed through me. "I'll be good, Daddy."

My hands trembled as they reached for the zipper of his jeans. I had never sucked a cock before. I had only heard my friends whispering and giggling about it. I needed to watch my teeth, use my tongue. Lick it and suck it.

The zipper rasped as I pulled it down. His cock pressed at the open fly, tenting a pair of dark-blue boxers. My breath quickened as I reached up and hooked my fingers in the waistband. I froze. I couldn't believe this was happening.

Daddy seized my braid. "Do you want a spanking, young lady?"

His stern voice compelled me. I would be a good girl for Daddy. I hauled them down. His dick popped out, bouncing before me. A flick of something wet splattered my cheek. It was warm. More juices leaked out of the tip of his cock.

"Lick the precum up then suck," he growled, still holding on to my braid.

I leaned forward and licked.

Daddy groaned as my tongue slid across his warm, spongy tip. Then I reached the drop of clear fluid—his precum. It didn't have much flavor, a little salty. Not bad at all. An erotic thrill went through me as I licked again. And again.

I was blowing my Daddy's cock.

My lips opened wider. I sucked the tip into my mouth. My tongue explored it as I remembered my friend's words. I sucked, my lips forming a tight seal, my cheeks pulling inward. Daddy groaned again, louder.

I pleased him. I made him hard and I would be a good girl and take care of his erection. Mommy wasn't here to do it.

My hands seized his cock. He felt so huge in my grip. I stroked my fists up and down his shaft, brushing my lips. His dick throbbed with his heart beat, pulsing with his passion. I stared up at Daddy and his shadowed face.

"That's it," he panted. "Melody, you're being such a good girl for Daddy."

I sucked harder. I fisted him faster. My tongue swirled circles about the tip as more and more of his precum filled my mouth. My head bobbed. I took more of his cock into my mouth. Daddy loved it. His hand pulled on my braid, encouraging me.

My hips shifted. My pussy was so wet. I bet there was a big wet spot. When I masturbated tonight, I would relive this over and over, remembering every taste and smell. When I breathed in, I smelled his musk. It was intense, rising out of his thick, dark curls.

"Such a good girl," he groaned. "And good girls swallow every drop."

I moaned a yes about his dick. Daddy was about to cum. My right hand, curious, left his cock and found his heavy balls. They were thick, swelling his sack. His cum filled them. In a moment, his jizz would feel my mouth.

I massaged them, eager for the treat. I didn't care if this was wrong. My Daddy told me to do something, and I would do it. I was his good girl.

"My good girl," he echoed. My heart fluttered and my virgin pussy clenched every time he said. "My good, wonderful girl."

His hips thrust forward, pushing his cock to the back of my throat. Then he drew back while I sucked. He growled. His balls twitched. His hand tightened on my braid as his cum squirted into my mouth.

I gasped at the force of the first blast of jizz splashing at the back of my throat. It was thick and salty. And then a second and third blast followed. I moaned, shocked at how hard he erupted and how much flowed into my mouth. More and more pumped into me, overflowing my mouth.

I had to swallow. I gulped. Daddy's seed poured down my throat and warmed my belly. I swallowed again and again. It was so salty, but not terrible. It was my daddy's, and that made it better. He grunted with each blast, his head tossing back, the light illuminating the primal passion crossing his face.

And then he grunted the last time. "Mmm, so good. Melody, you did a great job giving you first blowjob."

His cock pulled from my mouth. "Thank you, Daddy." Then I realized some of his cum trickled down my chin. My eyes widened. "I'm sorry, Daddy, I really did my best to swallow all your jizz."

He laughed and pulled on my braid. I winced and stood. "Sweetheart, your mother can't always contain my flood, either. I know you swallowed as much as you could. But let's get you cleaned up." He knelt before me and reached beneath my miniskirt. He yanked down my panties. The hot, tart musk of my pussy filled my nose. He chuckled again. "Someone's excited."

He held up my panties. A dark spot soaked the material even darker. I blushed as he reached out and wiped my face clean. I smelled my pussy even stronger. I had the sudden urge to taste myself. I had always been curious, but chickened out licking the juicy crotch.

Daddy pocketed the panties in his jeans and said, "Well, let's continue."

Daddy loved the rest of my outfits. He told me to wear the miniskirt and belly shirt and we headed to the counter to pay. I was so aware I didn't have panties on beneath. Cool, air-conditioned breezes swirled up my legs and caressed my bare lips. I trembled as Daddy paid, my hands constantly pulling down the skirt, making sure I didn't show anything.

Daddy noticed. It amused him.

I had to walk in front of Daddy on the way to the lingerie store to buy me new bras and panties. Every time I glanced back, he had a hungry smile on my lips, his eyes locked on my ass. My cheeks burned. My pussy leaked excitement. I felt the juices trickled down my thighs. People had to notice.

It was so embarrassing. But Daddy wanted me to do it. Even though my cheeks burned with shame, I was also so horny. I could explode at the slightest touch. No wonder Mom did everything Dad wanted it if was this exciting to obey and be a good girl.

"Oh, hello," the teenage worker greeted when we walked into the shop. She was a few years older than me. "Out with Daddy, huh?"

"Yes," I blushed, squirming, embarrassed. I was old enough that I shouldn't have my father with me shopping for bra and panties.

"Come on," Dad said, putting his hand on my lower back and subtly pushing me, guiding me to the racier bras and panties.

"Wow, you have a cool Dad," the girl laughed as Dad pulled out a lacy, almost completely see through pair of soft-purple panties.

"Thanks," I blushed as Daddy grabbed a red thong with a lacy, black bow in the tiny triangle of material that would appear above my butt.

I didn't choose a single pair. Daddy chose them all. I was dressing to please him now. He found me several bras without straps, and others that matched my underwear and were equally racy. I blushed to my roots when he grabbed one bra that had holes cut out for my nipples to poke through.

He grabbed a pair of crotchless panties to go with it.

"Very cool dad," laughed the girl when she noticed.

"Now lets go try these on," Daddy said, guiding me through the store as I held an armful of lacy, beautiful things.

"Yes, Daddy."

When we reached the stall and my dad opened it and went to follow me in, the girl objected. "Sir, you're not going in there."

"I'm her father," he said. "And I will not be questioned by a girl half my age. Show some respect or I will bend you over my knee and spank you the way your father should have."

She blinked and swallowed. "I...I... Sorry sir."

"Now I need to make sure everything is perfect for my little girl."

The salesgirl blushed and shifted her shoulders, not sure what to say. Dad closed the door behind us. She did not object. I grinned at Daddy. He was such a stud.

Another bulge tented Daddy's jeans as I pulled off my belly shirt and reached behind me to remove my bra. He had already seen my pussy, but he hadn't seen my breasts. I took a deep breath. They were so small compared to Mom's. Sure they were bigger than Alice's, and they were nice and firm while my nipples made impressive nubs, but would he like them?

But Mom had large tits. Even in her conservative blouses, it was obvious she was packing.

I unhooked my bra and shifted my shoulders. The straps fell down them. I took a deep breath and pulled the cups away from my breasts. Daddy's eyes fell on my round, firm breasts. His hands seized them. I gasped, my nipples aching as his palms rubbed them.

"Daddy," I moaned, trembling I stared up at him. "D-do you like them?"

"They're gorgeous," Daddy growled, his thumbs rubbing over my nipples.

I gasped. It was amazing. My eyes widened. Pleasure shot straight down to my pussy like there was an express elevator through my nerves connecting them. My pussy clenched as he rubbed harder, his fingers digging into my flesh.

"I-I'm glad you like them, Daddy."

His right hand slid up from my breast, caressed my neck, and then lifted my head. Daddy leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I closed my eyes as his strong lips moved against mine. His fingers pinched my right nipple as I sighed into the kiss. He claimed me. I was his good girl.

I was breathless when he broke the kiss. Then I gasped when I realized my hands were on his side, rubbing his muscles through his shirt. I couldn't help it. He as so strong. I slipped down the front, rubbing his abs.

"You're hard again, Daddy. Do you need me to blow you?"

"I need you to turn around, lean against the wall, and get ready to have your cherry popped."

"I-in the store?" I gasped. "With the girl out there? What if she hears us?"

His smile grinned. "Your mother always loves it when I fuck her in the changing room. I bet you will, too. You love the danger. You were dripping wet on the walk over here, afraid someone would notice you weren't wearing panties while not understanding why it made you so wet."

"I didn't understand, Daddy. I was scared but...thrilled. Exhilarated."

"Now turn around," he growled as he popped the fastener of his jeans. "And be quiet. You don't want to get caught, do you?"

"No, Daddy." I turned and leaned against the wall, bracing myself as I trembled.

I was about to lose my virginity. And not in a bed with romantic music playing on my honeymoon. Not even with a boy I snuck into the house who I was crazy in love with. I even thought I might lose in the backseat of a car on a date.

But I never thought I would lose it to my father in the dressing room. This wasn't romantic.

It was something better. Something more exhilarating, more existing. It was sexier.

My pussy clenched as his zipper rasped. I looked over my shoulder as Daddy pulled out his dick. He stroked it. He was hard again, the tip throbbing with pleasure. I remembered how wide he was. Could he fit back there?

His hands seized my slim hips, pulling me back a bit and forcing me to bend over more to keep leaning. His dick prodded the cheeks of my ass, smearing precum as he moved. It traced a pattern of burning bliss on my ass.

And then he grabbed it. He guided it between my legs. My eyes widened as he rubbed it on my virgin flesh. My heart pounded so hard I thought it would explode out of me. He rubbed his cock up and down my cunt and found my hymen.

"Daddy," I moaned, still looking over my shoulder at him.

"I think you need a gag," he grinned and pulled my dirty panties out of his pocket. He shoved it into my mouth.

I tasted my tart juices and his salty cum.

Daddy thrust his cock.

I moaned into the panties, my head snapping back while his dick reamed my pussy. My hymen hardly stopped him. In moments he was in me, stretching my hole wider and wider. I groaned louder through the panties, pain burning in my depths as his cock buried into me. His groin pressed into my ass as his hands hugged me.

"That's it," he whispered. "Just relax and take Daddy's cock. Don't be afraid. I always make sure good girls are rewarded."

His left hand wandered up and seized my left breast. He pinched the nipple while his right hand went south. It shoved between my legs and rubbed at my soft curls before he found my favorite place on my body.

My clitoris.

I moaned "Daddy" into my panties as he rubbed it. My pussy clenched on his cock. Pleasure replaced pain. His diddling washed it away. I shifted my hips, his cock moving inside of me. My eyes widened. More pleasure rippled out of my pussy.

"That's it," he groaned. "You're becoming Daddy's good girl."

His hips drew back. My pussy clung to his flesh. My back arched and my hips shifted. I moaned again, loving every inch of his flesh. He rubbed harder at my clit. Duel delights washed through my body.

Daddy thrust in.

My head snapped up again. I bucked and moaned. It was so amazing. His cock slid through my folds. His groin slapped into my butt. I moaned into the panties, loving every moment of our incestuous union of flesh. The very cock that fucked my mother and spurted the cum that conceived me now hammered my own pussy.

I was Daddy's good girl.

The thought, combined with my day's worth of excitement. The salesgirl was just outside the door, unaware we were committing such an incestuous act. My pussy clenched down on Daddy's cock while my clit throbbed beneath his strumming fingers.

I came.

It was the best orgasm ever. All my masturbation paled to the delight of Daddy's cock fucking my pussy.

The pleasure shot through me in powerful waves. My body undulated with each one. They reached my mind, smothering my thoughts in delight. The small changing room spun about me as my body drank in every blast of Daddy's taboo seed while I moaned into my panties.

Stars danced in my eyes.

My Daddy's cock fucked me faster.

The pleasure kept building. Swelling. I moaned again and again. His dick thrust harder and harder. My orgasm didn't stop. It kept going, drowning me in bliss. I bit down on my panties as the ecstasy consumed me.

"My good girl," he groaned as he buried his cock into me.

His dick erupted.

His cum flooded my pussy.

I felt so close with Daddy. I was his woman, his good girl. His hands stroked me as he gasped for his breath. His incestuous seed was in me. I wasn't on birth control. I didn't care if we conceived a child. I never wanted him to let me go.

"Is everything all right in there?" the salesgirl asked.

"Perfect," Daddy answered and pulled his dick out of my pussy. "Right, sweetheart?"

I pulled my panties out of my mouth. "It's wonderful," I sighed. "So many beautiful panties and bras. I'm such a lucky girl."

"Sounds like it," laughed the salesgirl. "My Dad would never buy me such...daring panties and bras."

"I guess you weren't a good girl." I was. And I earned my reward. It dripped out of me.

I stepped into my dirty panties to contain it. I couldn't wait for the rest of our three weeks alone.

When my mom took my fraternal twin sister to visit my grandparents for three weeks she made me promise to take care of Daddy. But I very much doubt she meant for her eighteen-year-old daughter to take over all her wifely duties.

But Daddy did. And I wanted to be a good girl like I promised Mom.

Yesterday, Daddy took my virginity in the changing room of a lingerie store. I was modeling my new sexy underwear for him, and that excited him. His dick was so hard, in such pain, I had to be a good girl and satisfy him.

And it was amazing submitting to him. I surrendered my body to Daddy and he rewarded me with ecstasy. His thick cock popped my chair and had had me moaning. It was so risky. We could have been caught, but Daddy didn't care.

He reveled in the risk. It made the sex so hot.

Since I was on Summer break, Daddy expected me to clean the house. And be naked the whole time. I wondered if he made Mom do this. She was so submissive, too. She was always waiting on him, loving him by keeping the house clean, making great meals, and giving him constant sex. My sister and I would hear them all the time.

She was such a fifties housewife. I learned at school that women shouldn't be subservient to their husbands and boyfriends, but Mom was so happy doing it. And now I understood.

Which was why I cleaned the house naked. It was exciting. It brought such a rush. I wanted to call Mom and ask her if she did the same thing. Was she naked while my sister and I were in school? Did her hot pussy drip juices down her thighs as she scampered about the house, reveling in the thrill of nudity?

But I couldn't ask her. Mom could never know how much I replaced her. It would break her heart. When she returned, I would go back to my normal role as daughter, and Mom would take care of Daddy the way she always had.

But I didn't want this to end. Last night, in bed, Daddy had made love to me. He had licked and caressed and touched every wonderful part of my body. My pussy grew wetter just remembering his strong lips nuzzling into my cunt and tonguing me to orgasm after orgasm. I bucked and gasped on his bed, making all those wonderful noises Mom would make.

I understood. Daddy was amazing. Such a handsome, hunky stud.

I had dinner cooking in the crock-pot when Daddy came home. The moment I heard his car pull into the driveway, I did what Mom would do—I rushed to the door to greet him. I stood naked, trembling, my nipples hard atop my round breasts.

Keys jingled. Footsteps approached. I glimpsed his shadowy figure through the frosted window. I reached out and opened the door, smiling at my Daddy. He was so tall, his muscular chest stretching the dress shirt he wore. And his hair was dark. It made him seem so powerful and dangerous.

"How was your day, Daddy?" I asked as I took his briefcase.

"Good, good." The slightest hint of a smile touched his lips as his eyes glanced down at my body. I straightened my back more, thrusting my round breasts out. I was proud of them. They were growing nicely, bigger than Alice's, my fraternal twin. Her tits were smaller.

She was such a brat I was glad I had one thing better than her.

Daddy stepped into the house and closed the door before anyone saw I was naked. But the thrill made me so wet. I squeezed my thighs tight together as Daddy took off his suit jacket. I took that from him along with his tie. I knew Mom's routine. I had seen it so many times growing up. It was always the same.

I raced upstairs to put the tie, suit jacket, and briefcase where they belonged before rushing back downstairs and finding dad sitting in his recliner. I froze, realizing there was something I had to do before the massage. Blushing, I dashed back to the kitchen to get him a bottle of his favorite beer.

I returned and presented it to him. He didn't comment on my mistake.

"How was your day, Daddy?" I asked as I knelt down before him and unlaced his loafer.

"Long," he groaned. "Lots of meetings. Idiots fucked up the project and they needed Daddy to rescue their asses."

I smiled as I pulled off his loafer then the other. I set them aside before pulling off his dress socks and exposing his large feet. His toes were so thick. I grabbed his right foot and began massaging it. Mom had talked to me about it before.

"You need to dig your thumbs into his soles," she had said a few weeks ago as she massaged Daddy's foot. It was a rare time were I wasn't banished from the living room like usual. Normally, my sister and I were not allowed to be in the living room when Mom massaged Daddy's feet. "He likes the pressure to wipe away the stress. It's wonderful and intimate. Right, dear?"

Daddy had nodded, staring down at Mom with this glint in his eyes.

The same glint he had now. I knew what it meant—possessive, dominating. He owned me. He was the reason I was naked and my brown hair was in a long braid. Daddy liked women with braided hair. Mom's hair was always braided. I had seen Daddy holding it and leading her around like it was her leash while Mom smiled all the time.

Daddy drank his beer and we chit-chatted while I massaged his feet. I imagined other men would come home and watch TV before dinner, but my parents always talked about their day to each other, catching each other up as Mom massaged his foot.

I understood. It was so romantic. I felt so close to Daddy and so jealous of Mom. I hoped she never returned from Grandma's.

After I massaged his feet, we had dinner. The chicken was a little rubbery from the crock-pot, but Daddy didn't complain. Instead of watching TV after dinner, Daddy fucked me hard. It was so wonderful. He bent me over the dining room table and took me from behind. Then he threw me down on the couch and mounted me.

We ended up in his bed, the headboard banging while I screamed my lungs out in absolute delight.

I loved taking Mom's place. I was Daddy's good girl.

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"Kneel," Daddy ordered me the next morning. He was dressed and ready for work, but he held a tube in one hand and a curious, tapered object made of out stainless steel in the other. It was as thick as two of my fingers at its widest then tapered off to a rounded end. There was a small, circular handle at the bottom.

"Yes, Daddy," I answered, not sure what was going on.

I pressed my face to the carpet. I was naked like yesterday. Daddy knelt behind me. Was he going to fuck me one last time before work? He had already taken me in the shower, pumping his incestuous cum into my teenage womb as my breasts rubbed against the tiled wall.

He parted my butt-cheeks. I gasped in shock. I had heard girls whisper about anal sex before. Was that what we were doing? A moment later, I gasped as a cold gel squirted against my butt-hole.

"Daddy?" I asked, a fearful whine in my voice. He was so big. I heard anal hurt.

"Good girls don't complain," Daddy said as he rubbed the slippery gel—no, it was lube—against my sphincter.

I shuddered at the strange sensations fluttering from my backdoor. I bit my lip and squirmed as he caressed my flesh. I hadn't expected anything like this. What was he doing to me? My pussy itched as he stroked me.

And then he pressed something against my butt-hole. I wanted to let out another questioning moan. But I also wanted to be a good girl. My body trembled. My eyes bulged as my sphincter widened about the intruding device. It was cold, tapered. The object. He was putting it into my butt, stretching me out. I groaned, wanting to clench my sphincter and fight it.

But then Daddy would be bad.

"That's it," he said as it popped all the way into me, the wide handle sticking out of my rear and nestled between my butt-cheeks. "That's Daddy's good girl."

I swallowed and nodded. It felt so strange. I shifted my hips and my bowels clenched on it. I was so aware of it. It felt so naughty back there. The itch in my pussy grew. Juices trickled out. I wanted to masturbate.

I wanted to be fucked.

"What is it, Daddy?"

"A butt plug," he answered. "I need to get your ass ready."

I bit my lip. "For your cock, Daddy?"

He seized my braid and turned my face to look at him. "What do you think.?"

"That I am your good girl, and good girls let their Daddies fuck their asses."

I knew his kiss was my reward. My answer pleased him. I moaned into his lips, closing my eyes as I savored the passion. I loved him so much. My heart beat with excitement while my asshole clenched down on the butt plug.

Then he broke the kiss and straightened.

I licked my lips and blinked my eyes. "Do you...need me to relieve you, Daddy?"

"Yes," he groaned, his dick tenting his slacks. "But I have to get to work. We'll both suffer a bit today."

I nodded.

"And Melody, no masturbating. Good girls only cum when Daddy lets them."

I blinked. "Yes, Daddy."

He kissed me again then I handed him his jacket and briefcase. He went out the door while I squirmed, the butt plug so deep in my ass. Every movement made me so aware of it and the burning sensations it churned.

Wonderful sensations. So naughty.

I so wanted to masturbate. My pussy begged to be touched and caressed. I would control myself and be Daddy's good girl.

It was so hard. Every chore I did only made me hornier. I kept thinking about the butt plug. I couldn't lie down and stop moving. I had to clean the entire house. All two stories, four bedrooms, two-and-a-half baths, and the basement. Well, not all of the basement. Daddy's workshop, which dominated half the basement, was off-limits to Alice and me.

Mom called when I was eating a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich for lunch. I squirmed on the hard, dining room chair as I answered my phone. "Hi, Mom. How's it going?"

"Hectic," she answered. "But your Grandma and Grandpa are getting along better. Your grandpa's adjusting."

"Good." I bit my lip. "Will you be coming home earlier?" I held my breath.

"I doubt it. So I hope you're taking care of your father. He needs a woman's touch in his life."

"I am, Mom. I even massaged his feet last night." And fucked him, sucked his cock, and let him lick my pussy. But I doubted Mom wanted to learn her barely legal daughter was fucking her husband.

"Good, good. And you're doing everything he asks?"

"Everything," I purred. It was so hard to keep the excitement out of my voice. "And we had so much fun shopping for clothes on Sunday."

"I heard. Your Dad told me about it. You modeled some new underwear for him. I hope it's not too racy. Your only eighteen, Melody."

"Mom, all the girls are wearing panties like that," I groaned. "And Daddy liked them."

She laughed. "I'm sure he did. Well, I'm glad you two are getting along. And you are cleaning the house?"

"Yes, Mom." Naked and with a butt plug in my ass.

"And cooking him breakfast and dinner?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, that's wonderful. I miss you and your dad so much and... Alice, what are you doing?"

I heard my twin sister in the background being a brat. I waited while Mom and her had a quick spat. Mom came back on the phone. "I have to go. You're sister is being Alice again."

"You should spank her."

"Discipline is your Daddy's job. Alice will be in for a huge one when we get back."

I giggled, looking forward to it. "Okay, Mom, love you."

"Love you, too."

And I did love my mom, even if she would take my place again when she returned. I didn't want that. I wanted Daddy all to myself. I loved him so much. I squirmed on my chair, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as I relived our shower sex.

The water cascading down our bodies. The steam rising around us. His cock slamming into my pussy. It was so wrong. That was the cock that squirted the seed into my mother's pussy and made me. And I wasn't on birth control.

What if Daddy and I made a daughter of our own? I rubbed my belly, imaging my stomach growing rounder and rounder. Pregnant with my daddy's baby. It was such a wicked thought. My pussy was so juicy and—

I caught my fingers sliding down my vulva to caress my pussy.

"Bad fingers," I groaned and hopped off the chair.

I threw myself back into cleaning to take my mind away from my hot cunt. I washed my plate, wiped off the crumbs from the table, and cleaned up the puddle of my pussy juices off the wooden chair. Then I ran the swifter over the kitchen floor, the butt plug shifting in my asshole as I went back and forth.

It was such sweet torture.

Worse, I was running out of chores to do by three o'clock. I had cleaned everything—dusted, polished, scrubbed. Yesterday, after I finished, I relaxed and texted my friends, then masturbated, then watched prank videos on YouTube, texted with my friends more.

Standard stuff.

But I couldn't masturbate today. I couldn't run out of chores to—

The doorbell rang.

I gasped, my heart thudding. I was naked. I had a butt plug in my ass. And someone was at the door. It rang again and a familiar voice of my best friend Sun shouted, "Hey, Melody, open up. I know you're home. I saw your last post."

I groaned. I had told Sun just five minuets ago on Snapchat that I was home cleaning.

"Um, just a second," I shouted back, trying to think.

I had to get dressed.

"Why?" Sun asked.

I didn't answer. I raced up stairs, the butt plug and my hot pussy forgotten beneath the fear of being caught naked. I burst into my room and found the first dress I could I pulled on, the short skirt falling to just past my ass, the blouse cut low, cupping my round breasts. It was a new one and Daddy loved it.

I raced back downstairs, holding my skirt tight to my thighs to keep it from flaring, and yanked open the door.

"Geez, what was that about?" Sun asked. "Were you sneaking a boy out the back or something? I wouldn't tell on you."

"No, no. I was just...wearing dirty clothes. From cleaning."

Sun was petite and Korean, her face delicate and a lovely pale-olive complexion. Her short, shiny-black hair fell down to her shoulders. She should have longer hair. Daddy liked long hair in a braid and...

I pushed that thought aside.

"So this is how you're choosing to spend Summer break?" Sun asked, arching her eyebrow as she walked in, her slim legs flashing. She wore a pair of hot-pink booty shorts that showed off her boyish hips. Her shirt was tight. She had almost no breasts, just a pair of budding mounds.

"I have to take care of the house while my mom is away," I said.

Sun rolled her eyes. "You are far too much of a good girl."

I smiled at her. "I like being a good girl."

Sun shook her head. "I'm bored. Want to go to the mall?"

I glanced at the clock. "I have to start dinner in an hour."

"You're cooking, too? Geez, is your dad that helpless?"

"I like cooking."

"Fine, but let's do something. I'm soooo bored."

We ended up talking about boys on my bed and looking at magazines. She had the latest issue of Teen, and we did the quiz about which type of boy we liked. Then we giggled over the results. And the entire time, my pussy was on fire from my butt plug.

It was such a thrill. My friend had no idea that I had a butt plug shoved into my ass or I wore no panties. She didn't know that I was my daddy's lover. That I would do anything for him. She would freak out if she knew the truth. I had a secret romance. Taboo. Forbidden.

I wished Daddy was here to fuck me. Even in my ass.

She followed me down to the kitchen as I started dinner. It was a roast. I seasoned it and then popped it into the oven to cook while we talked. She perched on the counter, sipping her diet coke, shaking her head with amusement.

"You're such a Stepford wife," she laughed. "Or, I should say, a Stepford daughter."

"What?" I asked.

"It's this book I had to read for Mrs. McKenzie's class." Sun made a face, which screwed up her slanted eyes and made them appear even narrower. "It was about all these women who became the perfect, subservient housewives. Cooking, cleaning, pleasing their men. All that garbage." She made a face. "But it turned out, they were really robots. The husbands were replacing their wives. Are you a robot?"

"I don't think so," I giggled. "I just like doing this. And so does my mom."

"She is such a Stepford wife," agreed Sun. Then she smiled. "Though your dad is such a hunk. Mmm, I could be his Stepford wife, too."

I nodded my head. "I do have the hunkiest dad."

"Ooh, do you have a crush on him, too? It's okay. It happens with girls. The Electra complex. We all want to be Daddy's girl. Well, not me. My Daddy is so..." She shuddered. "But yours. Ooh, I would be his good girl if he let me."

"Well, he won't."

"I know. I've seen him with your mom. The way she smiles. You know your mom is getting fucked hard. Remember our last sleepover? How hard they were fucking?"

I nodded my head.

"And why in the basement. What was up with that?"

"It's my dad's workshop," I answered. "I'm not allowed to go in there."

"Huh, really?" Sun bit her lip. "I wonder if it's—"

Whatever she said was lost on me as I heard Daddy's car pull into the driveway. I let out an excited squeal and ran to the front door to greet him. Sun followed, rolling her eyes as I stood patiently at the door.

"What are you doing?"

"Welcoming him home," I answered. "Like my mom would do."

"Geez, you do have a crush on him."

I blushed and my ass clenched about my butt plug. But before I could answer, footsteps crunched on the gravel walkway. Daddy's blurred form appeared in the doorway. I took a deep breath and yanked the door open.

"Welcome home, Daddy."

His eyes flicked down to my clothes. They hardened. His jaw tightened. I wasn't naked. I was supposed to be naked. But I had to get dressed. Sun had come over. He had to understand that. I couldn't be naked all the time.

"Hi, Mr. Johnson," Sun said, a huge grin on her face. Her nipples hardened, pressing on the front of her tight shirt.

I took Daddy's briefcase, trembling as he slipped out of his jacket and yanked off his tie. He didn't say a word. I colloid see how angry he was. He always got quiet when he was mad at Alice or me. Or Mom. I took his tie, jacket, and briefcase then raced off to the bedroom, the butt plug so thick in me. I wanted to yank it out, but that would only make him angrier.

He had to understand that I couldn't be naked around Sun. She would ask so many questions. She couldn't know that I was his submissive lover. It was illegal. It was incest.

I put his things away and rushed back downstairs. He stood in the living room, his arms crossed. He had unbuttoned the cuffs and rolled up his sleeves, revealing the fiery sleeve tattoos kept hidden by his clothing, his eyes hard.

"Young lady, I gave you orders when I left the house. Did you follow them?"

I glanced at Sun who lurked at the edge of the living room. "But, Daddy, Sun came over. Surely you didn't—"

"What did I order you to do?"

I blushed. Was Daddy serious. In front of my friend. This was so embarrassing. What would Sun think? Didn't Daddy worry about getting in trouble. What if Sun talked to her parents or to a teacher at school this Fall or to the police? The moment I blurted out, "You wanted me to be naked," Sun would know there was something more going on between us.

Something forbidden and illegal.

"Daddy?" I whined.

"You're making your punishment worse, young lady. What did I tell you?" He said he each word slowly, carefully, putting power behind them.

I trembled. Tears burned in my eyes. I wanted to be a good girl, but Sun was here. I gave him such a pleading look. "C-can we do this in private?"

"No. Sun is the reason you are in so much trouble, so she should get to stay and learn why."

I glanced at my friend. Her face was pale. She mouthed, "Sorry," to me.

I took a deep breath.

"Now, young lady."

"I...I..." This was too embarrassing. I squirmed and was shocked to find myself aroused. My pussy was wet. And know that only increased my shame. My stomach twisted and roiled. Why was did this excite me so much?

It was like at the mall. The risk, the danger, that came from submitting to my father's desires. Was it as simple as that? I had to obey him. I promised to be his good girl. My heart raced in my chest as I stared at my feet and clenched my hands together.

"I...I was supposed...to spend...all day naked."

"Naked?" Sun whispered. I could feel the shock in her words.

"And did you?"

"No, Daddy. When Sun came over, I got dressed."

"And you're still wearing those clothes now. Strip."

"Yes, Daddy." My cheeks burned as much as my pussy as I unbuttoned the blouse.

Sun watched me, color returning to her face. She squirmed, shaking her head. I knew what she must be thinking. She's fucking her father. That's so sick. That's her dad and she's doing what he says. And he's such a pervert for molesting his eighteen-year-old daughter.

It was all over. Everyone would know about Daddy and me. He would be in so much trouble. Maybe even go to jail for molesting me. I didn't want that. But I also couldn't disobey my father. I had to keep unbuttoning my dress.

My round breasts spilled out, nipples hard. I wiggled the dress down my hips, my tits swaying before me and the butt plug stirring up my bowels. My pussy clenched as another wave of heat washed through me. I pushed the skirt down my thighs and bent over to take it of.

"What's that in your butt-crack?" gasped Sun.

"Her butt plug," Daddy growled. "I guess you followed that order. And my other?"

I swallowed. "I didn't masturbate, Daddy."

"So you only disobeyed one order," Daddy said. "Twenty spankings. Plus another ten for taking so long to obey me in the living room."

"Yes, Daddy," I said, trembling. It was all out there. Sun had to put it together. I couldn't look at my friend.

"Fetch a dining room chair," he growled. Daddy always spanked us over his lap on the dining room chair. Usually he just pulled up our skirt and yanked down our panties enough to hit our bottoms. But I was full naked.

And I had a butt plug in me.

Plus, Sun watched on in stunned shock.

I bustled past my friend, staring at the floor, unable to look her in the eye as I fetched the dining room chair. I hurried back, my bare feet slapping on the linoleum before I reached the softer carpet. I set down the chair before Daddy.

He sat down, his cock bulging his slacks.

I took a deep breath and draped myself across his lap.

"You're really spanking her?" Sun asked. "At her age?"

"Yes," Daddy answered. "Bad girls must be disciplined regardless of their age. Even her mother goes across my knee when she's been bad."

"Oh, wow," Sun gasped, her voice breathy. "That's—"

But whatever she thought I never heard as the crack of Daddy's hand landing on my ass echoed through the living room. I gasped as the pain shot through my body. I bucked and trembled, crying out in pain, my bowels clenching on my butt plug.

"One," I counted.

Crack!

The hand came down on my other cheek. I gasped again. It had been several years since my last spanking and I did not recall the way the stinging heat from my burning ass melted down to my pussy and gathered there.

"Two."

Crack!

The pain was sharp. I sucked in a breath before I cried out again. He spanked me on the same spot as the last one, intensifying the punishment. I bucked and spasmed, the butt plug shifting in me, and the heat warming my pussy.

My clit ached.

"Three."

Daddy didn't say a word as I squirmed and counted on his lap. My stomach rubbed against his cock. He was so hard. This excited him. He loved spanking my bottom as my friend watched. Sun stepped closer and closer, her eyes as wide as I had ever seen them, her cheeks scarlet, her hands clasped before her as she watched.

"Ten," I counted, my ass on fire from all the spankings. Every part of my ass reddened and Daddy's hand now fell on right where the curve of my ass met my thighs.

Crack!

I gasped. It was intense. The pain both sweeter and sharper there. I breathed it in, loving how it felt as it warmed across my ass. I squirmed and moaned. It was amazing. I loved being spanked right there. It was the absolute best.

"Eleven."

He spanked me there again, warming the flesh while my pussy grew even wetter. I squirmed on his lap now, not from the pain, but because my body was engulfed with feverish excitement. It radiated from my hot pussy. My clit throbbed. I rubbed it against his pant legs, loving the feel of the fabric as his hand fell again and again.

I didn't care that Sun watched and knew we were such perverts. I didn't care that she would get us in so much trouble. None of that mattered.

Only Daddy's hand spanking my naughty ass. I was bad. I deserved to be disciplined by my strong, Hunky daddy.

Crack!

"Twenty," I moaned.

Then Daddy spoke for the first time, looking at Sun who stood only a few feet away. "Do you want to spank her, too?"

Sun nodded her head.

"She was so bad today," groaned Daddy. "I can seek that look in your eye. It makes you wet watching her getting spanked. Your hands are just itching to crack down on her firm bottom. Don't be afraid. Spank the little slut. She's been bad."

"I have," I moaned, to aroused to care care what was happening. "Spank my naughty ass, Sun. Please, please. I was so bad. I should have spent the day naked."

Sun bit her lip and nodded her head. "You were bad. You should have listened to your hunky Daddy."

Her hand cracked down hard. It was smaller than my Daddy's hand and that seemed to intensify the force of her blow, compressing all the pain into such a small area. I bucked so hard, gasping in sweet agony as the pain shot to my pussy.

"Twenty-one," I moaned, tears pouring down my face from the wonderful pain.

Crack!

"Twenty-two."

Crack!

"Twenty-three."

Sun spanked faster than my father. Her hand fell all over my butt. She moaned, her short hair flying about her face, a wild, lust-filled gleam in her eye as her hand fell over and over on my ass, brining me more pain. More pleasure.

"Twenty-eight."

Crack!

"Twenty-nine."

Crack!

"Thirty!" I bucked, my pussy clenching as my friend's hand lingered on my ass after her last spanking. She stroked my burning bottom, She brushed the end of the butt plug. Her fingers pushed it deeper into me.

I came.

The pleasure burst out of my core. I groaned and gasped as it merged with the heat burning my ass and became something intense, something wonderful. More than an orgasm. A punishmentgasm. My pussy clenched and my bowels writhed about the butt plug. My braid flew about my head as I thrashed. The bliss drowned my mind in cum.

I couldn't believe how wonderful it was. Amazing. I took my discipline like a good girl and was rewarded with such bliss.

No wonder Mom was such a submissive to Daddy. This was awesome.

"Oh, Daddy, yes," I moaned. "I'm so sorry for being so bad. I'll be so good from now on. I'll do whatever you said."

"Yes," moaned Sun, her hands rubbing at the crotch of her hot pants, digging it into her pussy. "Be a good girl for your Daddy. He's such a strong hunk. Oh, yes. I wish you were my Dad, Mr. Johnson."

"Sun gave you a reward," Daddy said, his rough hands stroking my ass. "What do you say?"

"Thank you, Sun," I breathed.

"I think you really need to show your thankfulness," Daddy said. "Sun gave you pleasure. So you need to give it back to her in return."

I almost blurted out, "What?" But that would be disobedient. And I wasn't. I was a good girl. "I will, Daddy." I looked at my friend. "I..I don't know how."

"I think you do. What did I do to you Sunday night?"

"Loved my body." I stared at my friend. She trembled, shuddering, on the verge of cumming. "I can do that."

"Good," Daddy groaned.

I slid off his lap and moved to my friend. She didn't fight as we sank down to the floor. She spread out on her back as I pushed up her Shirt. I exposed those small bumps of her budding breasts, her nipples so dark and hard, not pink like mine. I circled one with a finger, trembling. Daddy's eyes were on me.

Men liked watching girls together. I was thanking Sun but also pleasing Daddy.

I leaned over and sucked on her nipple. She gasped as I circled her nub with my tongue. I remembered all the wonderful things Daddy did to my tit last night and I reciprocated. I sucked and nibbled. My hand cupped her other bump, brushing her nipple, making her squirm and gasp.

"Oh, wow, Melody," she groaned. "This is...I can't believe... Oh, yes, I'm so wet."

"That's it. Thank her with your mouth, your hands," groaned Daddy.

He stripped in the corner of my eye, revealing his muscular chest, barbwire tattooed across his muscles, a naked woman kneeling with a chain and collar about her neck on his upper arm. He looked like a biker without his dress shirt on. Then he shoved off his pants and boxers. His cock sprang out.

"Oh, wow," gasped Sun. "He's so huge. He fucks you with that big thing?"

"Uh-huh," I moaned as I kissed over to her other nipple.

Sun squirmed beneath me as I nibbled and pleasured her. She gasped and squirmed, undulating, growing more and more excited. And so was I. My pussy dripped. My head swam with the naughty lust of making love to my best friend for Daddy's pleasure.

I was so wicked. So wild. I kept clenching down on my butt plug, savoring the pleasure as my tongue circled Sun's nub. My hands stroked her naked side and stomach, reaching for her short-shorts. I had to push them off. I had to eat her pussy like Daddy ate mine.

I kissed down her stomach, her flesh so hot on my lips. My fingers unsnapped her shorts. She lifted her hips, eager for the pleasure, as I pulled down her shorts and underwear in one go. Her pussy appeared and it was bare. I gasped. I knew she had pubic hair.

"You shaved it?"

She nodded her head. "I...I...I hoped to seduce your dad. Older man...they like...girls to be bare down there."

"Do they, Daddy?"

"I was going to having you shaved," he grinned as he knelt behind me. "A nice, bare twat. Just like your mother. Now lick her. Thank her with that pretty mouth. Make her cum, slut."

"Yes, yes. I'm your good, slutty girl, Daddy."

I buried my face in my friend's pussy. I had tasted my own the last few days. Daddy loved to have me suck his fingers clean of my juices or to kiss him after he went down on me. I tasted tart, but Sun tasted spicy.

Delicious.

I licked through her shaved folds, her pussy slit so tight. She gasped and groaned, humping against me. I probed into her slit, brushing the folds, struggling to remember how Daddy pleased me. He licked me everywhere.

But especially my clit.

Her little nub was buried in the thick, plump lips of her vulva. I had to spread her apart to find it. But when I did, I attacked it. I licked it and made my friend moaned and gasp. It was so hot, so naughty. I wiggled my hips, my excitement growing again. Juices trickled down my thighs.

Daddy sensed my need and, being a loving father, answered it.

"Daddy!" I gasped into my friend's pussy as a hard, thick cock plunged deep into my pussy. I moaned and squirmed, wiggling my hips. My pussy clenched down on his girth. I shuddered and undulated, grinding back on him.

"He's fucking you!" gasped Sun. "Holy shit, he's fucking your pussy. Your dad is fucking your pussy. Oh, my god. This is so hot."

Sun humped her pussy into my face, getting wetter and wetter while Daddy fucked me from behind. I groaned and clenched down on the butt plug every thrust. With it buried into my asshole, I felt so full. His balls smacked my clit with meaty thwacks and his groin slammed into my burning, well-spanked ass.

A reminder that I had been naughty.

I sucked on my friend's clit, my fingers exploring her wet pussy's delicious folds. I brushed her hymen guarding the entrance of her pussy. I groaned, shuddering in delight as I probed through a small hole in the membrane, wiggling into her untouched depths.

"Oh, that's so hot," Sun moaned, her fingers pulling on her hard, brown nipples. "Melody, yes, yes. This is so hot. And your dad. Such a stud. Fuck her. Fuck your daughter. She keeps moaning about my clit. Oh, yes. I...I..."

"Are you going to cum, slut?" growled Daddy.

"I am," she moaned. "Yes, yes. Your daughter's mouth is so hot. I...I..."

"Cum, slut. Cum like the naughty, filthy whore you are."

"I am!"

My friend's thighs squeezed on my head as she came. She thrashed, humping against me while her spicy juices flowed out into my mouth and her pussy clenched on my finger. It was so hot. I abandoned her clit to lick up her cream, loving how it felt in my mouth.

"I made you cum," I gasped.

"You did," she moaned. "Oh, wow, that was so much better than humping my pillow."

"And are you about to cum, slut? Is Daddy's little girl about to erupt on his cock?"

"Uh-huh, Daddy," I moaned. "May I? May I please cum on your big, thick cock?"

His hand squeezed my burning ass. The sharp flare of pain shot to my pussy. I clenched down on his cock while my bowels squeezed on the butt plug. It was so wonderful. I was on the verge of another explosion.

"May I cum, Daddy!" I screamed. "I'm so sorry for being a naughty girl. I'll be so good! Please, please, let me cum!"

"Yes," he growled. "Cum, my little slut."

Daddy rammed his dick into my depths.

The pleasure exploded out of me.

I moaned and tossed back my head. My braid danced across my supple back as I rocked into Daddy's thrust. My pussy and bowels went wild, writhing about the shafts filling me. I shuddered, my vision fuzzing.

"Cum in me, Daddy," I moaned as my pleasure reached its peak. I trembled, needing to feel that hot flood shoot into me.

But instead he ripped out of my cunt. He stroked his wet cock, moving around. "Kneel. Put your faces together."

Sun and I scrambled to obey. We pressed our cheeks together, staring up at him. I smiled. I knew Sun was, too. Daddy's cock was right before our faces. He groaned, stroking his dic faster and faster, his hand sliding up and down his shaft lube by my pussy juices.

"My good, little sluts," Daddy groaned, his muscles tensing.

Daddy came.

We both gasped as his hot, salty jizz splashed across our faces. Thick, hot stripes painted us as Daddy stroked himself. His chest heaved. He grunted with each blast. More and more hot jizz covered us, our foreheads, our cheeks, his cream landed even in our hair. Salty jizz ran over my lips. I licked it.

Then Sun and I both moaned and kissed each other, sharing his cum. Our tongue licked, both of us hungry for the seed. We licked at each other's faces, cleaning each other, our lips brushing for quick, jizz-filled kisses before we quested for more of his spunk.

Daddy watched us with hungry eyes.

When we finished cleaning each other up, Sun looked up at my Daddy. "Can I be your good girl, too, sir?"

His smile grew. "Why don't you and Melody have a slumber party on Friday. And you can stay all day Saturday. Maybe even for the entire weekend."

We both squealed and shared another cum-filled kiss. I couldn't wait for Friday night.