All week I had been leaving little hints and being extra nice to my father. The nicer I acted the more he pulled away and the more he drank.

One night he had locked himself in his office with a bottle of scotch. I even tried offering food to get him to open it. He said he wasn’t hungry. Fed up I went to my room.

A few hours in my room I heard my father come out. I jumped up and went to the hall quick enough to hear him go into the hall restroom. I had worked this out already, I could only hope it worked.

Earlier I had taken one of my mom’s best night gowns. The one me and Cynthia tried on together. I put it on and had hoped he’d catch me in it but since he never came out of his office he hadn’t seen me.

Now he was out, I was sure he’d lock himself back in there when he was done in the restroom. I ran down the hall straight for his office. As I sprinted in the toilet flushed.

I hid in the corner behind a filing cabinet. I waited. After what seemed like forever I heard him come into the room. He locked the door and I could hear him poring another drink. He swallowed it down fast and slouched into his office chair.

I stayed curled in the corner long enough for him to poor another drink. He was mumbling to himself. When he finished this drink he leaned back and began rubbing his pants mumbling.

I stood up and walked over slowly. He looked at me and turned to me, still touching himself. I turned and opened the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet, “which file did you need sir?” I asked playing a dirty secretary. Sure that he could see the thong and all of my ass as I bent over.

I stayed there pretending to flip through files. I heard the zipper on his pants, the chair turned and he rolled closer to me. As I stood up his hands grabbed me and pulled me back into his lap. His dick pressed firmly against my butt.

I threw my head whipping my hair in his face. He reached around me and squeezed my breasts. “I want to fuck you right here right now.” He told me sternly.

“Oh yes sir, but what will the other secretaries say?” I asked.

“Fuck them!” He said pushing me up a little.

I pulled my thong down and lowered myself on my dad’s big cock. As it entered me I couldn’t stop a happy moan. He pulled me down on it harder. I wasn’t moving fast enough for him, so he pushed me up and bent me over his office desk. He stood behind me and drove his cock into me.

He thrust hard into me over and over. His grunts grew louder and louder. He grabbed my hair in one hand and pulled hard.

“Oww!” I yelled as I was lifted by my hair. He put another hand on my back pushing me back down on his desk. Then he pulled my hair hard again as he thrust deep into me.

He was being especially rough today and I was enjoying it. “Fuck me like a whore!”

“Oh yeah. Your my dirty whore!” He told me as he grabbed ahold of my waist and rammed me like some wild animal. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t walk straight.”

True to his word he rammed me hard. Then he pulled out and I felt him fire his load on my back and ass. My dad’s cum soaked through the thin material of my borrowed lingerie.

I started to get up but he shoved me down, “I’m not done fucking you, whore!”

I was so shocked. I lay on the top of my father’s desk, his important paperwork crumpled under my breasts. I just had enough time to grab hold of the end of the desk when he started ramming his big cock into me again.

He pounded my pussy harder than before. Ten minutes ago I wouldn’t have believed that was possible. Then slowly he slowed down. His thrusts were slower, he pushed into me until his balls were squashed between us. Then slowly pulled all the way out.

Something was different this time when he pulled out. I felt my dad’s dick rubbing the length of my slit. Front to back, front to back and further back. Without warning he jammed it into my ass.

“Relax slut and enjoy my fucking dick!” He shouted as he pressed harder on my virgin anus.

“It hurts, please…” I tried to beg him to stop.

My effort was rewarded with more force pressing against my puckered asshole. Suddenly he pulled my hair hard. I screeched. When my scream died down I realized his cock had entered my back door.

He was moaning loudly as he fucked my ass. It hurt so much, he was not trying to get me off. This was his fuck. He was the one that would get off tonight. Maybe every night.

He fucked my tight little ass hard. Somehow, I started to enjoy it. I could feel my pussy getting wet wanting what my ass was getting. My father continued his rant calling me whore, slut, sex slave, and little bitch. I was his daughter, I was his anything he wanted me to be. He could fuck any one of my holes, I didn’t care. I just wanted to make him cum.

I reached down playing with my wet pussy. I could feel his heavy balls slapping my slit as he rammed my ass. “Oh fuck! You’re so big, daddy!”

He groaned and began pulling out of my sphincter. Before he was out I felt a burst of cum shoot into my colon. By the time his second rope fired it was splashing on my pussy. He thrust into my wet hole and finished inside me. Filling my cunt with his glorious cream.

When he pulled out he walked around the desk to my head that was barely sagging on the front edge of the desk. I lifted my head and tilted it to look up at him. He grabbed my head and pushed it down. I was face to face with his dripping cock.

“Lick my cock clean!” He ordered, barely giving me time to open my mouth before he pushed it in with one hand. As I sucked and licked my dad’s member he said, “that’s a good fucking bitch. Lick your shit off my dick,”

I almost gagged, oh my god this huge dick had just been in my ass! I couldn’t stop he had my head pinned on the desk with one hand and was using his hips to fuck my mouth.

All I could do was what he told me. I sucked my dad’s dick clean of my own pussy and ass juices. Mixed in with those tastes was his salty cum. After a little while I started to enjoy it. I would show my father what a good fucking whore his little girl was. I swallowed his entire length and rubbed his balls against my chin.

He pulled back and I sucked the top of his dick purple. I reached out and gently toyed with his dangling balls. He moaned and fucked my mouth some more. I let him, taking it in my throat when he thrust deep and sucking the top as he’d pull back.

Suddenly he pressed my head down hard against the desk and pulled his swollen dick out of my mouth with a loud pop. I watched as he grabbed his own staff in one hand and pumped hot streams of jiz all over the side of my face and hair.

I lay there exhausted and worn out from the fuck of a lifetime. I may just be a teen and not all that experienced but I had sex and this was beyond that, this was a world class fuck.

My father pulled up his pants. He dropped something on the desk next to me. As he turned to walk out of his office he said, “get the fuck out of my house, whore.”

Trembling I stood up. My ass ached, both my holes oozed from my father’s load. My throat was sore, I could feel some of his cum slowly sliding down my face. Then my eyes focused on the edge of the desk. My dad had left three one hundred dollar bills.

My mind raced. What did this mean? Did he really think I was some prostitute? If so how could he be so casual about it? For that matter if he knew it was me how could he be so cold as to actually leave money like I was an actual whore?!

My eyes began to water, I grabbed the money and stumbled to my room. I laid in my bed crying. I felt like shit, worse. I had licked my own shit off my father’s cock! He fucked me and discarded me like some strange hooker he had picked up.

I went to confront him. He was already passed out in his bed. I took a shower to wash off his cum and dressed for bed. I decided I wouldn’t be his good little girl anymore. He treated me like his whore so I would dress like one. I put on a red silk camisole top that barely reached my hips and silky black string bikini panties. I laid on my bed and drifted off to sleep with sex dreams of my dad fucking me everywhere.

I woke up around nine, the sun shining in my bedroom window. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up. When I got out I heard my dad making his morning coffee. I strode right into the kitchen.

“Young lady go to your room and put some clothes on right this minute!” My dad yelled.

I jumped a little, but I had expected this. I wanted him to just take me here and now. I kept getting my breakfast cereal. When I turned toward him to get the milk he was standing blocking the fridge.

I stood letting him look me up and down. “Jeanette, go get dressed!” He continued his anger clear. He didn’t remember last night, or maybe he didn’t realize it was me he had abused. “You look like a slut.”

Time to remind him. “I just thought after the fuck last night…” His face got redder, angrier. Before he could speak I turned and backed into his body. Pressing my silk covered ass against his warm pajama pants. His dangling manhood i maneuvered into my ass crack.

“I’m your whore daddy,” I whispered. I looked behind me, the blood drained from his face. Oh yeah, he was remembering now. I felt his pants twitch, his dick certainly remembered my ass.

I turned around and put my arms around him. He backed against the counter, shock had a hold of him. I decided he was now mine to control.

I knelt down in front of my dad and reached into his pajama pants, pulling his swelling cock out through the fly.

“Jeanette, no… We…” He mumbled.

“Fuck my mouth again daddy,” I told him swallowing him whole. He moaned as I slurped on his dick, bobbing my head the full length of his now fully erect cock. I popped my father’s cock out of my mouth.

“Put it in my pussy daddy,” I instructed pulling my black panties down. Still my father tried to resist me.

“No. I’m your father, this can not happen,” he said more sternly. He was regaining his balance.

“Too late daddy. Oh, would you rather fuck me in the ass again?” I asked. The blood that had started to return to his face once again vanished.

I lifted one leg around his hip. Reached down and grabbed his dick and rubbed against my ready pussy.

“Take me daddy! I need your dick.” He stood frozen staring down at my face. “Fuck me like when you caught me using mommy’s dildo.”

His mouth opened slightly in shock. Yes, he remembered that too, now. “No that wasn’t a dream. Last night, that was me you fucked three different ways! I’m your little slut daddy,” I said pulling the first few inches of his dick into me.

I worked my hips to take more of him in. My father was taller than me so I could only work in a few inches from this position. I didn’t let hat stop me, I worked what I could.

After a minute of me working the first four inches of my dad’s cock he came to life. His eyes were filled with lust. His hands finally left the edge of the counter and pulled up my top exposing my perky little tits.

He pushed me back until I bumped into the island counter. Then he lifted me up and gave me the rest of his stiff dick. His hands grasped my waist and worked me as he pumped my tender pussy. I grabbed his head and pulled it down to my breasts.

His mouth sucked one of my nipples in and I could feel my dad’s warm tongue flicking it in his mouth. Now that I had unleashed him he had no remorse.

“Oh yeah! Oh daddy!” I called to him as he fucked me. “It feels so good daddy!”

This time he didn’t hesitate each time I called him daddy. This time it made him pound me harder. Each time it sent a chill down my back.

“Oh baby girl, you fuck so good!” He told me between grunts of pleasure. “Oh fuck, Sweetie I’m going to cum!”

As he started to pull away I wrapped my legs around him and leaped off the counter on him. I kept him inside me while I rode him like a prize stallion.

“Let me have it daddy!”

His hands tightened on my waist as he grunted loudly and filled me with his spunk. He was out of breath as his orgasm finished.

I reached between us and squeezed his shaft milking every last drop out as I pulled my father’s spent dick out of my wet hole. He lowered me back to the floor gently as if afraid to break me.

I reached up and kissed him passionately. His mouth was cool and dry, but I put some of my moisture in him with my tongue. He held me in his arms. I could feel his wet cock against my stomach.

Slowly I broke the kiss, backing away and pulling my top back down over my breasts. I watch my dad stuff his sick back into his pajama pants. The front all around his fly was wet from our sex. I bent down in front of him to pick up my panties. As I was pulling them up he slapped my butt.

“Sweetie, you are smoking hot,” he said walking away.

I watched TV for a little while. Cynthia called and we talked, she wanted to hang out later. I told her I’d go see her around five. We kept talking, gossip mostly.

While I was talking with Cynthia I heard my father going into the next room. I got up and followed him to the bar. He was pouring his first scotch. He looked at me as I walked in.

I made sure to sway as I walked up to him. I could see him watching me. He lifted the glass to his mouth but I got there first. One hand holding the phone the other pulling his glass away.

I paused in my conversation to take a taste of my father’s scotch. How he could always drink the stuff I couldn’t understand. I sat up on the bar opening my legs for him.

He knew what I wanted, he knelt down in front of me. Looking down at myself I could see his white semen stain on my panties. I pulled the front of my panties aside bearing my shaved pussy to my daddy.

He knelt down gently kissing my pink lips. I talked to Cynthia for a little longer while my dad gently ate my pussy.

“Well, I have to go. Yeah my dad needs me. See you later.” I told her.

He looked up at me as I hung up, “where you going? You didn’t ask.”

I looked down at my father, he was trying to be stern with me but it didn’t help that he was between my legs on his knees in front of me. He lost all authority with my pussy in his mouth.

“Shh,” I said pulling his head back to my slit. “Eat me daddy, we’ll talk about it later.”

He resumed kissing my creamy pie. “Mmm, sweetie, you taste so good.”

“Oh yeah daddy, you like the way your baby girl’s pussy tastes?” I asked.

To answer he began slurping the juices out of me. His tongue lapping up my wet dream.

“Oh yes daddy!” I screamed as he flipped his tongue around my clit.

He pulled my legs over his head onto his shoulders. I leaned back on the bar knocking a few bottles around a bit.

“Oh my god! This is so amazing!” I moaned. I couldn’t stop myself from gyrating my hips, fucking his face. My arms were trembling with each flick of his tongue.

“I’m cumming daddy!” I wailed. He didn’t stop as my screaming and shaking overwhelmed me. My whole body quaked around his tender lips.

As my orgasm faded he slowly stood up between my legs. He pulled his pajama pants off rubbing himself to full erection between my legs.

I caught my breath and remembered something. Smiling I grabbed hold of my father’s dick rubbing it against my wet lips, I asked, “daddy? Can I go to Cynthia’s house tonight?”

He looked into my eyes. I flashed the most innocent twinkle I could, a little off because it’s hard to be innocent with a grown man’s cock in your hand.

“Your mom will be home later,” he said.

As if she’d care if I was home! “You know the only reason you want me here…” I said pressing his dick into my opening. “Please daddy? I’ll be really good for you,” I said looking down at his dick as it slipped a little more into my tunnel.

“Jeanette… I think-” he started to say as I pulled more of him into me.

“-yes daddy?” I asked breathing heavily into his ear. He was deep into me now. He seemed to be trying to say no to me still. So I pulled him all the way in then slowly pushed him back out.

“Maybe I should clean up before mom gets here.” I suggested pushing him away and sliding forward off the bar top.

He grabbed my waist and lifted me back onto the bar. “You can go but you have to be home by nine,” he said firmly and with that he thrust his cock back into my teen slot.

My daddy fucked me on his bar top. I bet he loved this, sex and alcohol! He lifted my shirt and grabbed my breasts as he pumped his little girl’s pussy.

“I want more daddy!” I called to him. “I love when you fuck me daddy.”

“Oh sweetie! Oh fuck baby girl your so good!” He was really thrusting hard, the whole bar was rattling. I thought we were going to break a few bottles or glasses.

He gave my breasts a forceful squeeze as he grounded his hips faster against me. I could feel his balls slapping my ass as he pistoned into me.

“I want to cum inside you again,” he said.

“Yeah daddy? Yeah! Oh yeah daddy give me all of it.” I begged my father.

He drove his long hard staff all the way into me and sprayed my cervix with his cum. He swayed back away from me when he was done. I sat trying to catch my breath, watching a drop of his love juice drip off the top of his dick to the floor.

I climbed off the bar top pulling my top and panties back in place. I felt them absorb some of my dad’s cum as soon as the silk touched his cream.

I looked at the bar, what a mess. Two bottles had fallen over, one the top must have been loose because some of the precious alcohol had spilled out. My father’s glass was still there the ice almost melted. I grabbed it and swallowed it down. I could feel it burning down my throat warming my belly.

“Sweetie we need to set some ground rules,” my dad said looking at me sideways as he pulled up his pants. “First off no one, and I mean no one, can know about this.”

“Agreed. And, you need to stop drinking,” I told him. He looked at me shocked, guess he thought he was the only one to make the rules.

“Listen I’m a grown man and-“

“Yes and you walked in on your daughter masturbating and fucked her silly, because you were drunk.” I said, he didn’t need to know I had basically set that up.

“Well, I’m sorry, uh. I guess all this is my fault.” He said quietly.

He slowly sat on one of the lounge chairs in the room. I walked over to him brushed a hand through my dad’s messed up hair. As I sat on his lap I felt the cold wetness on my panties touch my sensitive warm spot. I adjusted myself down there then leaned on his shoulder.

“Dad, I wanted this today, last night and last week. Maybe I wasn’t so sure last week but I knew last night what I was doing when I snuck in your office.” That didn’t seem to comfort him.

“Dad, I have been using mom’s toy for a long time. When I found out what it really was, I thought I would stop using it,” I explained. “But my desire overwhelmed me and I had to have it and didn’t care that it was a copy of your dick.”

“Oh honey, what do we do?”

“You stop drinking! That way you don’t screw up and say the wrong thing to the wrong people,” I told him.

He sighed, “alright. Then you need to be put on birth control.”

“Fine,” I said.

“Your not trying to get pregnant are you?” He asked frightened.

“Not really, but I do like feeling you cum inside me. Please don’t start using condoms. I don’t think I’d like that.”

“Fine the pill,” he conceded.

“What if I forget to take one?” I asked.

He looked at me concerned. “Ok the shot.”

I laughed, “ok daddy.” I hugged him and kissed him some more. I put my legs around him and started to grind against his dick.

“Oh sweetie, I think daddy needs a little rest,” he said gently pushing me away. “Besides your mom will be home soon.”

I got up and kissed him one more time. I went to my room to get dressed. I was feeling super sexy. I pulled off my dirty clothes and picked out my new outfit. A pleated skirt and V-neck top with slashes on the back and big slits for my arms.

I knew the top would show parts of my bra so it would have to be a nice one. I picked a light purple cotton push-up. I liked it because it was one of my newest ones and helped make my small tits look more like Cynthia’s sexy hooters.

Now I couldn’t decide if I should wear panties or not. Panties could get in the way in a hurry but they could also be noticed easier in a accidental flash if they were the right color.

I just happened to have a pair that were also a light purple. Not exactly a match for my bra but who would notice the slight difference. They were plain hipster panties nothing too sexy but that’s what the dark shirt and skirt were for.

I pulled up my panties and strapped on my bra, my dad opened the door. Looked me over a bit, “your moms home. Come out and say hi.”

As he walked down the hall I heard the front door open. He greeted her like it was their honeymoon all over. All happy and lovey dovey. Ew.

What a two faced jerk my dad was being. Barely an hour ago he was fucking me in the bar. Now he’s kissing my mom like he actually missed her. If she didn’t come home today he would have made me stay home so he could give it to me again.

Then again, I probably would want him to if she hadn’t come home. Oh well, I zipped on my skirt and pulled my head through my shirt. A quick glance in the mirror and out to see my mom.

I put on my sweet daughter face and hugged her, “hey mom how was your trip?”

“Good,” she replied looking a little surprised at me. “What are you two up to?”

“Uh…” My dad uttered unsure what to do.

How could a man that runs a company as big as his be so bad with hiding secrets and lying?

“Well the thing is… I wanted to go to Cynthia’s house. Dad said I couldn’t because you were coming home.” I said, mostly true too. Except that he agreed with me so he could fuck me one more time.

“Is that all? No, go. In fact hon why don’t you give her a ride there. I’m tired and could use some quiet time alone,” she told us waving both of us out.

I ran to the garage and waited by my dad’s car. He walked into the garage and looked at me. His eyes taking in my legs then up slowly to my neck line.

I winked at him, “come on daddy give me a ride.”

He grinned at me, “she’ll notice if I’m not back in ten minutes.”

“Then ride me fast and I’ll walk to Cynthia’s house,” I suggested. “You have ten minutes.” I reached up my skirt and pulled my purple panties down. Still he was hesitant so, I leaned back on the hood and lifted one leg for him to see my treat.

That did it. He strode over to me lifting me the rest of the way onto the hood. He unfastened his pants and pulled out his swelling dick.

“Mmm, yeah daddy,” I purred. “Give it to me again.”

“Damn sweetie I haven’t had this much sex since I was in college,” he told me.

Really? I was pretty sure he met my mom after college. That means my dad was a man-whore. The thought turned me on almost as much as having sex on his car.

His raging hard-on plowed through my silky lips. I could tell by his face he was really enjoying this new location. He pumped me hard and fast. I couldn’t stop the moans escaping my mouth.

My father put his hand over my mouth, “shh, sweetie, your mom will hear us.”

The thought of getting caught only made it harder. Oh fuck, what if my mom caught my dad cheating on her with their teenage daughter?! “Aye!” I cried as an orgasm started to take me.

My father did his best to muffle my moans but he never slowed his pace. If he was going to cum again and it had to be soon.

“You have to cum inside me again,” I told him.

He shook his head, “no, no more of that baby girl.”

“You can’t get it on my clothes,” I warned him. “You have to hide your seed in my pussy daddy.”

I could see the strain on his face. I knew he liked it, but he knew I wasn’t on birth control. He also knew I was right, my mom would be suspicious if after ten minutes of being gone I came home and changed only to leave again.

“Come on daddy, leave it in me one more time,” I encouraged. “Put it deep in me with the rest of your cum.”

“Fuck! I can’t… Hold it. Somewhere else, NOW!” He shouted as he burst inside me again.

“Mmm yeah daddy. That’s it, fill your little girl up. Feels good to unload in my pussy doesn’t it daddy?”

He collapsed against me. I held him in my arms. “This is wrong, your mother is inside the house. I’m your father.”

“It’s ok daddy, you’re just giving me the love I need. I need you daddy.” I rubbed my hand through his hair. “We don’t have to do it again if you don’t like it daddy.”

I hope I hadn’t taken the ‘daddy’ stuff too far. He may actually want to stop fucking me like MrC did when me and Cynthia took it too far with him.

“Thanks sweetie, of course I want to. It’s just, we have to be more careful. No one can know, we can’t even risk getting caught,” he assured me.

I was happy he didn’t want to stop. I held him in my arms with my legs open around him a little longer. He pulled back and kissed me tenderly.

“Go have fun at your friend’s house,” he fixed his pants and handed me my panties.

I slid off the hood and pulled up my panties. I could feel them getting wet from my dad’s juices. He opened the garage for me to sneak out. I looked at the car and saw my ass print his hand prints around my ass and a wet spot where my pussy had leaked juices. I’d have to tell him to wash the car when I got home.

As I walked out the driveway the garage door began to close.

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