Charlie
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I lost my virginity when I was after my first prom with a Junior who had asked me to the dance. He was sweet and a virgin too. The sex was painful and awkward and I bled for a few days after. We had messed around a few times after and the sex didn't hurt anymore but I had still never had an orgasm with a boy.
One day after school my senior year, the poor boy was sucking on my nipple with his hands down my pants, determined to figure out how to make a girl come when my dad walked in early from work. I've never seen a boy move as fast as he did running from my house. I've also never seen my dad angrier.
"Get to your room, young lady!" I hurried up the stairs and jumped onto my bed, my heart pounding. I was in so much trouble! How was I going to explain myself?
I waited in my room for what seemed like hours. From the sounds downstairs, my father was having a few drinks. So I waited. My mom was away on a business trip and I knew he had no idea how to handle what he'd just witnessed.
He never came into my room that night.
A few weeks later, a boy was tutoring me after school when dad came home. The boy nervously excused himself and left.
"Another after school visitor?" My dad's voice sounded strange.
"He's just tutoring me in math, Dad. He's a nice boy." I rolled my eyes.
"You think I believe that? You think I don't see the way you’ve changed? You've turned into a whore, Charlie!"
"No, daddy! I've only been with one boy, I swear!" he came toward me and I could smell the liquor on his breath. He must have stopped for cocktails with his friends at work before he came home.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me up the stairs to my room. He sat on my bed and pulled me over his lap, lifting my skirt so my ass was exposed for him.
"Daddy, no!" He pulled my thong down and slipped it off my feet.
"No? Since when do you tell me 'no'? Only a whore wears a thong under a skirt, Charlie." He balled up my thong and stuffed it into my mouth as he began spanking my bare ass.
My cries were muffled and struggling did no good, he was far too strong. All I could do was cry and take the punishment. Each slap felt made me scream as the pain increased.
When he was finished, he tossed me onto the bed, "If you want to be a whore, I'll treat you like one." He started grabbing clothes from my closet and disappeared into my mother's sewing room. Dad's family were Tailors, and he knew plenty about clothes.
I was terrified and my ass cheeks were on fire. I pulled the thong from my mouth and got under my covers. When I woke up, dad was in my room with a pile of my clothes and a black plastic bag.
"You'll do as I tell you from here on out, do you understand?"
I nodded, "Yes, daddy."
It was late and I hadn't eaten, but I didn't dare ask for anything while he was angry like this. He put my clothes away and left with the plastic bag. When he returned, he had me get up.
"Take your clothes off."
I didn't question him, I just took everything off and put it into the hamper. He lifted my mattress and put some straps under it before putting it back down.
"Go to the bathroom and get ready for bed. Leave the door open. Whores don't deserve privacy."
I pee'd and brushed my teeth, naked, while daddy watched from the hallway. My heart wouldn't stop pounding.
When he led me to my room, he had me lie down and he took a strap from each corner of the bed and cuffed them to my wrists and ankles. I was spread eagle and couldn't move much. He stared at me lying there for a moment and covered me up.
"I'll teach you some self-control and humility if it kills me. And don't you dare breathe a word of this to your mother. It would break her heart to know her daughter is a whore."
"But daddy," I wanted to make him believe me, but he refused to listen.
"Don't waste your breath. I'll wake you in the morning."
Then he left me there, naked and trapped. My dreams were filled with images of daddy spanking me. When I woke up, I could feel that I was wet and turned on, but the stupid cuffs wouldn't let me touch myself. Maybe that was daddy's intention?
Daddy woke me up early for school. He un-cuffed me and had me shower with the door open and told me to shave my pussy bald. I was embarrassed but I didn't dare question him. I was so afraid of him like this.
When I was dried off, he waited while I did my hair and make-up. When I had finished, he had me get on all fours and spread my legs. I felt something small and plastic poking at my rear pucker and I jerked away and looked up. Daddy had a full enema bag and was going to insert the nozzle.
"Daddy, what..?"
"Shut your mouth and do as you're told."
I felt the nozzle enter me and my bowels were slowly filled with cool liquid. Daddy held the bag high and it drained into me fairly quickly. I stayed on the floor until my insides began to cramp and I whimpered. Daddy took the nozzle out slowly and told me I could relieve myself. The liquid flowed steadily into the toilet and my body was cleaned out.
When I was empty and cleaned up and ready, Daddy paraded my naked body through the hall, into my room. He had laid out my clothes for me. None of it looked off, just jeans and a black V-neck T-shirt. I saw the black bra Mom had bought me, but no panties. I reached out for the pants and Daddy grabbed my hand.
"Not without panties." He held out a pair of strange-looking black briefs. I took them and examined them. They were rubber and inside were two small protrusions.
"Daddy I can't.."
"You will. Get them on.
"But I don't know how..." he grabbed the panties from me, slathered the insides with an oil and held them out for me to step into. As he pulled them up, I could see the protrusions were small dildos, aiming right at both of my holes.
"Daddy, please! No!" He turned me over his knee so fast, I didn't know what was happening. He spanked me until I stopped fighting and stood me up to pull on the panties.
One small dildo slid right into my pussy, but Daddy had to press the other small one into my tight rear hole. I whined and whimpered, but I didn't dare fight it. Once the panties were pulled on tight and the dildos were in place, Daddy hooked something into the rear of them just under the back dildo. I suddenly felt it grow inside of me. I gasped as it kept growing. When I yelped, Daddy stopped. He did the same with the other dildo and soon my holes were stuffed. Daddy showed me a slit in the front where I could relieve myself without removing the panties.
Walking felt awkward and bending over made me flinch.
"A whore should love this, what's the matter?"
"Daddy I've never..."
"Don't lie to me. Get dressed." he wouldn't listen but I really never had allowed any anal play and my heart was racing with fear.
I pulled the jeans over the rubber contraption and once they were zipped and buttoned, no one but me would know what was under them, torturing me. When I put the bra on, I panicked. It didn't fit anymore! Had they grown overnight!?
"I modified it for you. The cups have been altered to hug your breasts, but to allow your nipples their freedom through this cut-out at the top.
I glared at him and put on my T-shirt. It didn't look obscene, but my nipples were poking at attention through the fabric.
"They won't allow this at school, Daddy." My heart was racing. I wanted to cry. Everyone would stare at me.
"Like anyone would say anything out of fear of offending you?"
"Everyone will stare!"
"I thought whores liked that attention?"
"Daddy, I'm not a whore!"
"We'll see about that." he tossed me my backpack and told me to get downstairs for breakfast.
Eating was the hardest thing I'd ever done. I was so nervous and terrified that I wasn't even hungry. Daddy insisted I clean my plate.
Walking was difficult, but getting easier. The car ride to school was torture with the bumps of the road. I had never had anal sex, but with every movement of my day, my ass was getting stretched and fucked.
My friends noticed nothing other than my discomfort. They all kept asking me what was wrong. I was running out of lame excuses. In class, it was hard to concentrate. All I could think about was not shifting in my seat too much.
The girls didn't notice anything but the boys sure seemed to. They would make sideways glances, staring at my nipples.
When school was finally over, I hurried home. I didn’t even talk to anyone. I usually hung out with the boy I’d been sleeping with, but he was avoiding eye contact with me lately as well.
Daddy was already home, waiting for me, “How did it feel to be stuffed like a whore all day?”
“I’m so uncomfortable, daddy, please let me take them off!”
“Fine, strip.”
Standing in the middle of the living room, I removed all of my clothes and Daddy came with his small tool to deflate the dildos inside of me so I could take the evil contraption off. When my holes were empty, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Daddy reached down with his fingers and felt my pussy, “You sure are wet for someone who didn’t enjoy that.”
I whimpered, but didn’t say anything. My body was betraying me, I really hadn’t enjoyed it. Had I?
Daddy reached into his pocket and pulled out a small plastic cylinder. He placed the open end over one of my nipples and began twisting a knob on the other end. My nipple was suctioned into the tube and he didn’t stop twisting until I cried out. It stung. He did the same with the other, then pulled out a third.
“Lay back on the couch and spread your legs.” The look on his face gave me no room to argue.
He spread open my labia and placed the cylinder over my clit, twisting. I could feel my clit being sucked up and the pressure got more and more intense. When I cried out, he twisted once more and stopped.
“Now, go make dinner. Don’t bother putting any clothes on. Whores don’t need them anyway.”
I cried while I cooked, the intense suction on my nipples and clit became more and more bearable, but I felt so exposed and Daddy watching my every move didn’t help. My pussy was wet and my asshole was still wet from the oil.
When I had dinner ready and on the table, I went to sit down in my usual chair but when I pulled it out, Daddy had suctioned a thick dildo in the middle of the seat.
“I know how much whores like riding cock. You might as well make good use of your time at the dinner table.” I stared at the dildo. It was 2” in diameter but only 5” high or so. “Sit!” Daddy was getting impatient.
I slowly lowered myself down onto the shaft and moaned as it filled me and stretched me. I had to admit, it felt good. It stretched my insides and didn’t press into me too far to hurt. I glanced quickly at Daddy who had a giant grin on his face.
“I knew it. You love it. I want to hear you say it. Tell me you love a fat dildo in your pussy.” I looked at him in disbelief. “SAY IT!”
“I love a fat dildo in my pussy.”
“You’ll get plenty of what you love, my little whore.” He handed me a packet of pills, “Take these. One every day at dinner. If you’re going to be a whore, no sense bringing a child into your life.”
We ate in silence. I was resisting the urge to grind on the dildo and slide up and down on it. I was determined to prove my dad wrong. I wasn’t a whore.
When we’d finished eating, Daddy removed the suction cylinders from my clit and my nipples. I could feel my own wetness between my thighs, moving down my legs. He put a clamp on my clit to trap the blood in my swollen rosebud and took a bottle of peppermint oil and dabbed it on each nipple and one drop on my swollen clit.
The warm sensation of the oil teased me through dish washing and my nipples stood at attention. The slightest breeze made them tingle. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter and the oil spread throughout my entire pussy, making it feel warm and ready. My clit stung a little in the clamp, but it seemed to only make me more horny. How could Daddy do this to me? What was happening with my body?
By the time the kitchen was clean, I was ready to fuck myself silly with the dildo, but Daddy had cleaned it and put it away.
“All finished, whore?” I nodded and waited.
Daddy sat there, staring at me, “How many boys have you fucked?”
“Only one, Daddy, I swear.”
“You’re a liar. How do they make you cum?”
“None of them ever have.”
“So you’re a whore who doesn’t even get anything out of it? Pathetic.” He grabbed me by the arm and took me upstairs into my bedroom. “Lay down.” I obeyed.
He laid beside me and started twirling one of my sore nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pressing harder and harder as he went on.
“The problem is you’ve only fucked boys. A boy doesn’t know how to please a woman, a man does.” He switched to the other nipple. The sensations he was sending through my breasts spread down to my clit and I felt it begging. He reached down and removed the clamp. The blood rushing back felt like warm pain and it made my clit throb.
He kept working on my nipple but started on my swollen clit with his other hand, rubbing in circles, using my wetness as a lubricant. The he took my clit between his thumb and forefinger and did exactly what he was doing to my nipple. My body felt like it was opening up and I could feel my pussy begging for a cock. I was so close to begging for it.
“You want it, don’t you? Your pussy wants to be filled.”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m so sorry but, yes!” Maybe he was right, maybe I was a whore?
“All women are whores, Charlie. If you press the right buttons, any woman will beg to be fucked and treated like a piece of ass.” He got undressed, watching me pant and beg him with my eyes. His cock was hard and just as thick as the dildo I’d sat on at dinner. But he was longer, my guess was 8 inches. It was a monster to my teenage eyes.
He moved between my legs and stayed upright on his knees, pulling me toward him. He leaned forward and pressed his cock into me slowly, letting it stretch my insides. I moaned. “That’s right, whores love my cock.” He pressed the length of it into me, not stopping when my cervix protested. The pain made me cry out, but so much of what was happening felt so good….
He got his rhythm going, slow and stead, in and out. Soon I was bucking my hips to match his thrusts. He reached down to roll my clit between his thumb and finger again and I could feel an orgasm building. It built slowly and powerfully. He started thrusting faster and faster and soon he was pounding my teenage pussy with his monster cock.
“Oh Daddy, it feels so good.”
“I knew you’d like it, whore.” Our sweaty bodies were pounding together and my orgasm was so close.
“Daddy, I think I’m gonna cum.”
“Let it go. I want to watch my whore daughter come on my cock.”
His fingers rolled faster and the orgasm exploded deep inside me. “OH MY GOD! Daddy, I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Oh fuck! “ I moaned and wailed and whimpered as my pussy contracted around his cock, pushing him out.
“That’s a good girl. Cum on Daddy’s cock.” He wouldn’t let up on my clit and my body began jerking. “Push past it and cum again my little whore.” He was pumping even faster now, my cum coating his cock, making sloshing sounds. The sound of sex.
I focused on the sensation in my clit and felt another orgasm build. Daddy kept rolling it and fucking my dripping pussy. His eyes were watching me, “I can see it right there. Cum for your Daddy. Cum on my cock, little whore. I’m going to cum with you, but you have to hurry. Cum for Daddy so I can fill your cunt with my spunk. Do it! NOW!”
The rush of fear sent me over the edge and I came so hard and long that my back arched and my muscles felt frozen. I could hear Daddy cumming, moaning and pushing into balls deep as he deposited his seed inside of me.
“Good girl. Now you know what a man can do to your body.”
“Oh Daddy, that felt so amazing.”
“You’re a whore like every other woman, Charlie. You might as well accept it.” He pulled out of me and brought his cock to my face, “Clean it.”
I licked and sucked his shaft until I had cleaned it entirely, making sure to suck his balls clean of all the cum too. “What a good girl you are. It’s like you were made for this.” Daddy smiled with satisfaction.
He stood up and told me to sit on the edge of the bed, “Now take my cock in your mouth. Daddy has to pee.”
“What?” I had just had the most amazing experience and now he was going to defile me?
“A good whore keeps a man satisfied. I don’t want to walk to the bathroom, so I’m going to use your mouth. Now open up.”
I opened my mouth and he laid his cock on my tongue, “Now I’ll start slow, you just wrap your lips around my cock and pretend it’s a straw. Drink it down and don’t you dare spill a drop.”
His stream started into my mouth and I started continuously swallowing like I was drinking from a straw. It was warm and bitter and I tried not to gag. If I made a mess, he would surely punish me. His head flopped back and he sighed with relief as he emptied his bladder into his daughter’s throat. I just kept swallowing until the flow slowed down.
“Open your mouth.” I opened and he milked his cock and slapped my tongue to get the last few drops out before wiping the tip on my lips and turning to get dressed. I felt full and a little sick.
“Your mother will be home in the morning from her trip. I suggest keeping this between you and I. But sweetie…”
“Yes, Daddy?”
“Even when your mother is home, if I say I need to piss, you better make an excuse to follow me. You’re my urinal now. My own little whore. If I catch you fucking anyone without my permission, I’ll punish you in ways you can’t even imagine. And I’ll be dressing you for school every day. I’ll lay your clothes out. If your mother says anything about what you wear, I’ll handle it. You just do as I tell you and everything will be fine.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He left my room and went downstairs. I was left in my room, ravaged. I had to clean up and get to bed. I had school tomorrow and I had no idea what to expect from Daddy. My thoughts would be consumed with what had happened that night. I had fucked my Daddy and I loved it. I couldn’t stop saying it in my head, “Daddy was right, I’m a whore.” -->
Trish
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