Daddy’s Whore Cunt

I find myself curled up in bed, surrounded by darkness, wrestling with my emotions over Daddy’s upcoming visit. It’s inevitable; he always shows up because now I’m Daddy’s whore cunt.

For the past two weeks, he’s been coming over every night, insisting that my behavior around the house is to blame for his actions. He claims that I’ve been cock teasing him for months with my presence, calling it shameful. I was left speechless as he whispered his accusations, suggesting that daughters with sexy bodies should be controlled by their fathers to prevent any “wildness” from taking over.

I notice the bedroom door knob turning, and he enters silently for a man of his stature. Daddy’s hefty, laboring with his arms throughout the day.

The room remains quiet, with only his breath’s weight and the hushed rustle of fabric against his skin as he lowers his trousers and unbuttons his shirt. His sizable hand glides up my side, then shifts forward to gently grasp my breasts—his usual gesture. I exhale, sinking into the mattress, almost surprised by how familiar his touch feels against my skin. I shut my eyes tightly, alarmed that I was becoming accustomed to his presence beside me.

“You were waiting for me, weren’t you?” Daddy’s rough voice was almost a whisper. “Waiting for me to come in and fuck Daddy’s whore cunt.”

Out of my Control

I shake my head, an instinctive reaction. But Daddy isn’t interested in hearing anything I have to say.

I always feel guilt, yet my body’s responses remain beyond my control. Initially, I resisted his advances, pushing him away as he pried my legs apart and touched me. But the ecstasy he induces within me is remarkable. It’s nothing like I can experience alone, as this is Daddy’s whore cunt now

“Hmmm,” Daddy’s groan vibrates against my back, drawing a hardening of my nipples beneath the gentle pressure of his large hands. He presses against me. His rock-hard cock pressed against me.

“I see you’re soaking wet,” Daddy says, his hand trailing down to my calf, then slowly ascending my smooth skin. ” Have you been sitting here in anticipation, drenched in your own cum, wanting me to fuck you hard?”

I shake my head. With each squeeze of my thigh, my breathing deepens, sending tingles of pleasure to my lower stomach. His hand moves higher.

He grips my hip firmly, then reaches back to caress the fleshy mounds of my bottom. He groans into my ear before sliding his fingers between my legs.

“No panties, that’s a good little girl.” Daddy notices, sounding stern. He chuckles, hooking his hand under my knee and lifting my top leg. “You’re Daddy’s whore cunt now.”

Pussy Punishment Daddy’s Whore Cunt

“This is naughty, Ariel,” he reprimands sternly. “I’ll have to address this behavior.”

The warning sends a shiver through me.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whisper, but he doesn’t acknowledge it.

“I knew it. Look how wet you are,” Daddy growls.

Finally, he thrusts his thick cock into me, stretching me wide and causing a fierce pain that once made me scream on the first night. Now, it’s more bearable.

“This is a beautiful cunt,” he rasps in my ear. “But it’s Daddy’s whore cunt. Tight and always wet. Capable of bringing a man to his knees.” He grunts, pushing in deeper. “It requires regular discipline. Forced to keep it in line.”

Daddy’s whore cunt

During all of this, I hear footsteps

His hand covers my mouth, slowing his thrusts but not stopping. Mom walks down the corridor, heading for the bathroom adjacent to my bedroom.

Unaware of Daddy’s presence, Mom believes he’s gone out briefly. He drives down the block, parks, and then sneaks back through the rear entrance. Quietly, Daddy approaches my bedroom and fucks me as though he were a stranger.

We hear mom enter the bathroom, and he fucks me. She uses the toilet, and he fucks me. She flushes, washes her hands, and still, he fucks me. Then… silence. Perhaps she’s admiring or gazing at herself in the mirror because, for a moment, there’s only the wet sounds of his thrusts.

“Perhaps Mom hears us,” he whispers in my ear.

I tense, but he persists.

“If mom walks in, I’ll have to expose what a whore you’ve been.”

I vigorously shake my head, horrified at the thought of Mom catching us.

He fucks me harder, aroused by the possibility of her intrusion. I am, too, not only because he cannot resist fucking me but also because he doesn’t give a fuck if she discovers us.

Finally, she exits the bathroom

“Damn it!” his voice is rough.

He rises onto his knees, spreading my legs wide open and penetrating me in one sharp thrust.

I cry out, but his hand swiftly returns to cover my mouth as he continues to thrust forcefully.

He pries at my legs. “Spread,” Daddy commands.

I obey, crying out, because I’m Daddy’s whore cunt.

Oddly, the violent intensity of his desperate thrusts heightens my arousal. It’s sinful. Depraved. It satisfies the primal part of me that craves his touch. Daddy’s whore cunt is being disciplined in the most satisfyingly brutal manner.

As I return to my senses, he’s pounding my pussy hard, blaming my cunt for his inability to hold out. His body begins to convulse as he empties his load deep.

Once he’s relaxed, he withdraws, the wetness within me, leaving me feeling empty.

He gathers his clothes and dresses quietly.

Pulling away, he winks. “Night, baby.”