Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

There was something wrong with her; something terribly wrong with her. She knew it in the instant that she begged her Daddy for more, knew it in the instant that she invited him to fuck her... And she knew it as she stroked her hand over that thick, pulsing length like she was her Father's own personal whore. Still she held firm in her decision, and she watched that darkness returning to her dear Daddy's eyes, watched it fill up with that predatory light that had her shivering because she knew that she was his prey, and already willingly inside his clutches. All the indication that she had was the sudden shifting, but Sarah rolled herself to the mattress, letting her breasts press against the mattress as her Father pressed her head to the pillow.

Too small to resist him anyway, she let her Father position her and her body contorted to fit his needs. She lifted her hips for him, her legs caught together by her Father's thighs. And when she felt him bending over her, the girl shuddered against the man's grip as he held himself steady and gripped her wrists. Sarah gasped as she felt him pin them to the bed, and realized there was nowhere for her to go. Pinned this way, she could not move, could not lift herself, could not even shift unless her Father's released her wrists and allowed it.

And as his realization came, so did the sudden and seering stretch of her Daddy's cock sinking into her ass. Blue eyes flew wide, and Sarah's body went rigid as he forced his way into her ass, and the pain kept her paralized beneath her Father, her mouth opening wide as she screamed against the pillows. They muffled her voice, but not by much as the pain arched up and down her spine. Tears gathered in her eyes and fell freely down her face as her Daddy pushed himself fully inside of her, streaking her face and soaking into the pillow. That heavy, terribly thick cock of his stretched her body, rearranged her insides and hollowed her to make her body into a perfect sleeve for Daddy's cock, even if it did try to spring back into place when he drew his hips back.

That problem was soon fixed as her Daddy began to pound into her ass, each blow hard and terrible, slapping against her cheeks, and leaving the girl sobbing her body jerking in his grip as he used her as his little toy. Her voice still muffled against the pillow, Sarah continued to scream, her voice echoing out in a sharp grunt with every hard thrust that left her body twitching, her nerves on fire as Daddy fucked his little girl. Her little ass jiggled with every hard thrust, and the girl was sure that her Father wanted to punish her, wanted her to pay for some transgression. What she had done, she would probably never know... after all, it was up to her Daddy when she should suffer and when she should receive pleasure.

And just for now, it seemed her Father wanted to pound her and make her ache, and all the girl could do was endure it as she cried out again and again, sharp gasps of pain echoing the slaps of her Daddy's cock as it pounded into little body, and her Daddy made her scream for him.

He was a monster, he knew that.

To do this to her, to hurt her like this. It was sickening and yet she had wanted it didn't she? He knew she was wet, he could practically smell her fucking hole dripping between her thighs. It was twisted that his little girl's pussy was soaking wet while she screamed into the air...there was nothing that could help her at that moment, nothing that would help her, least alone her Father. He shoved deep again and again, feeling her ass giving way with each brutal thrusting that pushed his length inside of her...hilting time and again, surely he would stop...surely he would find his orgasm and be done with it? Yet that was not who Daddy was, not with his prey, and he shivered as he felt her shaking beneath him...broken, but not pleased. That was why there was a problem, he wanted her to do just more than endure it. He wanted the ultimate triumph over his little girl.

He wanted her to cum from being used.

When his hand found her throat he knew it would be startling to her, when his other hand shoved down under her writhing body he knew she would be on fire. He understood a woman in a way that so few men did, knew the dark dreams that they happened to have. His little bitch was no different, his girl, but a girl nonetheless. That primal need to be owned coursing through her fucking veins. The fingers underneath her spread her little thighs just a tiny bit so that they could catch hold of her hard clit, rolling it, working it slowly and then once a little bit of lubrication had found it's way to his fingertips he began to work swiftly back and forth. He knew he could overstimulate her this way, he knew he could push it too far, so he took his time...judging everything by the motions her little body made. All the while he kept his hips tilted, that thick cock fully inside of her, no longer thrusting...just allowing her to be impaled as he pleasured her with his fingers.

Yet that other hand, that other hand was the dangerous one. He touched her throat, traced, caressed and then he cut her air off. He took control of her most primal and primitive of functions, clamping his strong hand around her slender throat and slowly he applied pressure. Whether or not his aim was to deny her oxygen or to cut off blood flow to her brain, it mattered very little. Yet he was an expert at it, completely so, each squeeze held a tiny bit longer before releasing and letting her gasp and soak in the headiness of oxygen reaching the deprived cells. He gave a low soft sigh of happiness as he did so, as if this was all he had ever wanted in his life before he whispered..."Good girl, good, you go on....cum for Daddy, go on...just enjoy it. I can draw this out all fucking night."

Her Father must have been utterly without mercy to take her like this, to fuck her so hard into the bed, to keep her face buried against the pillows, rather than letting her draw proper breath. And still, she was soaking herself with wetness, very fact that her Father treated her so poorly everything she needed to have her little pussy drooling with need as he pounded into her into the mattress. Sarah's body ached, and the heat that ran through her was impossible to ignore, but more jarring was the way her Daddy used her her like the little whore that she was... his personal whore to cater to his needs, for it seemed she indeed harbored them, too.

She never would have thought so, but the way her Daddy pounded inside of her was proof enough of that; he drove her mad with want, and her pussy was throbbing with need, even as the pain arched through her each time he drove that thick, heavy cock of his deep into her ass, and hilted her. Sarah screamed into the pillow, screamed as fast as she could draw breath, but it was the sudden press of his hand upon her throat that had her gasping as her body arched back.

Her Daddy grasped her throat and opened her thighs the barest amount at his hand slid between her legs. She was soaking wet, her pussy burning hot from need, throbbing as his fingers went down and found her clit. It was not long at all before her Daddy's fingers were soaked, but it didn't seem to slow him as he dragged his fingers over her aching, trobbing button. Her Father drove her mad, seemed to delight in making her ache in the worst possible way as she twitched beneath him, mewling while he kept her pinned by that throbbing cock inside of her, filling her up and holding her firmly in place all at once.

She had become so focused upon the pleasure of her Daddy's hand between her legs, those clever fingers rolling against her clit, and teasing her so expertly that she never expected her Father's other hand to come tight around her throat. Eyes widening, Sarah was left trapped beneath her Father's weight, he holding her firmly in place while he squeezed her throat, and continued to torture her clit. Whatever his aim might have been, it was all that was needed to make Sarah tighten around his cock as her body trembled in his grip, enough to have the girl shaking as she felt his hand squeezing tight at her throat, and cutting her oxygen off completely.

It was only when she was on the verge she was sure, spots dancing before her clouding vision that her Daddy once more allowed her to breathe. And slowly the pounding of her heart eased, and she gasped a great whoosh of air as her Daddy cooed in her ear, and urged her to cum.

She didn't know what it was, and probably wouldn't understand it until later, when she researched what had happened. But the lack of oxygen, followed by the sudden gasping breaths were enough to have Sarah's body tightening around her Daddy, his fingers driving her mad while she arched in his grip. Quite unable to help herself, Sarah had no choice at all when her Father commanded her to cum in that low, dark voice against her ear. All she could do was tighten her fingers against the sheets as her body gave a spasm.

With nothing to clench around, Sarah's body quivered around her Father's cock, her wetness sliding out unimpeded and further soaking her Daddy's hand. And her pussy clenched nothing at all... but her ass... Well, her little hole was milking at her Daddy's cock, her low, guttural moan one of complete helpless pleasure as her dear Father guided her along a twisted, and dark road that seemed soaked with pleasure she couldn't explain, and had indeed never known existed.

And when she finished cumming, the girl sagged in her Daddy's arms, her body going limp beneath him... or as limp as she could manage with her Father's cock still buried deep inside of her ass, and throbbing inside of her.

This should not have brought him joy. Yet it did. This should not have brought him happiness, it should not have brought him absolution, and it should not have brought him a measure of peace...but it fucking did. When she came, when she creamed, he swore it coated his entire hand...the smell of her amazing sex, his own little daughter, permeated the air and she was a limp rag doll underneath him. Completely vulnerable, completely at his entire whim. It made his soul hurt, not out of guilt but out of beauty of the entire experience...and he knew he could end it just at that moment. He knew he could keep her air cut off and let her drift away into nothingness...but he would never do that, he had never done it to a woman he'd held before nor would he ever consider truly harming his little girl. It was merely the sensation of power that he coveted it, the idea that she was completely and wholly his own. He shuddered as he felt her body grow languid and then still, heard her breathing halt and then sputter, and moan drifting away into the darkness of the room.

He came.

If he had thought he had came before in his life, if he'd ever had an orgasm before...he thought wrong. The very idea that the history of his pleasure could even compare to the moment with his daughter was laughable. This time when he came it was torrents, a bucketload into his little girl's tight fucking ass. He felt his stomach clench up, nearly cramping as he drove home as deep as deep as he could...filling her, literally filling her. The pressure was so much that it squirted up and around that thick cock. Dripping out of her little bottom as he poured such a heavy load inside of her. Never had he cum that much in his entire life and this time he himself was just as spent. He lowered his head down, his ass tensing and relaxing, nuzzling up against his little girl's throat as he sighed slowly...feeling wonder, wonder at what she had given him. At how he had taken so much from her.

He loved her deeply. Sickening but true. Loved her so deeply for what she provided him.

He lay there for a few moments before giving a slow sigh, his hand easing on her and he gave a small sound of adoration before sliding that semi-hard cock free of her young rear. He could barely see in the dark but he knew what he wanted to do and he gave her taut bottom a small pat as he murmured softly for her to stay still. On legs that trembled just the tiniest of bits he moved away from her and she could hear his motions, the sounds of him as he undid the lock on the storage door and entered his own little sanctum. There in the dark he found something after searching around, there in the dark she could hear him moving stuff aside and then he returned, he returned and slowly bent over her...sliding back up onto the bed.

He returned and plugged her ass.

Stay still... that command hung in the air as her Father patted at her bottom. The command kept her in place as her hips remained raised, and the girl tried not to tremble too much as she felt something thick and warm trickling down from her abused little hole, and trailing down over the lips of her pussy. She bit into her lower lip, trying to calm the beating of her heart, and keep her head from spinning far away as her Daddy unlocked his playroom and stepped inside. She stayed still as she listened to her Father move about in the darkness, her head resting upon the pillow as she simply tried to breathe. Swallowing against the soreness in her throat, and trying to focus upon anything but the ache in her body the girl bit into her lower lip, only to lift her head as she felt her Father return.

The bed dipped under his weight, and Sarah turned her head curiously while she tried to see what he had gotten, only to feel the sudden, inescapable weight of heavy, dense rubber pressing against her stretched hole. He pushed the plug into her ass with little regard for her aching muscles. Stretched as she was from her Daddy's cock, it slid in with laughable ease, and left the girl shuddering as her body went stiff again. Sore muscles clenched, overstimulated and aching around the hard, unforgiving rubber as it slid home. Her ass tightened about it, holding it tightly in place... and Sarah gave a low moan as she felt herself shift her hips.

She looked over her shoulder, but could see nothing in the dark. Bare and shivering in the shadows, covered in sweat and her own cum with her Daddy's seed plugged inside of her, Sarah gave a shudder as she finally spread out against the bed. She was too exhausted to fight back against the plug that held her Daddy's cum inside her belly, and she knew that if she removed it, that Daddy would only fuck her again, and plug her for a second time.

And so, rather than argue, the girl simply curled up into a loose ball, her body trembling in the dark while she looked up to her Father's dark, shadowed form above her. She knew she was his.... his daughter... his plaything... his toy to use, to fill up and discard... There was no point fighting it when she was trapped here in the dark with him, with nowhere to go. She simply needed to endure her Daddy's appetites... just until the snow thawed...

"I'm so full, Daddy..." Sarah rasped out in a voice roughened by her Father's hands to her throat. "So full..."

Looking down at her he gave a small slow sigh. Yes, she was everything he might have ever wanted and while she was thinking of survival with him, he was thinking of the future with her. He could see her trembling there beneath him, those eyes wide in the darkness...and he inhaled once more to take it all in, as if this was a special moment to him. Other people might have likened such moments to becoming engaged, having seen their child born, the day of their wedding, the moment of graduating college...this though was none of that and yet it was what he felt at that moment, that it was somehow special. That it was somehow worthwhile. He reached down and touched the side of her, tracing with soft gentle fingers across her beautiful flesh and then he leaned down and kissed her on top of her head once more. There was no stirring of passion in him, no hardening of his flesh, instead he merely lay down next to her so that he could gaze into her beautiful eyes.

It was sick.

No human being should feel love at a moment like that, not with his daughter full of his cum and plugged tightly, but he felt it. He truly did. His fingers traced over her face, caressing for just a moment as she trembled, and then he reached down and pulled the covers up over them in order to help her deal with the cold. He was not a cruel man he thought, this is what she truly wanted, and that was what he had given her...but now in the moment outside of the passion, now in the moment outside of the cruelty, he wanted to show her that he was still there for her...that he was still her Father. So he covered them and then pulled her near, his body languid and tired from his exertions, strong still though as he brought her head against his chest and he whispered.

"Shhh, it will pass...you just have to get use to it, it will pass...," he murmured to her, letting her relax there. Was he talking only about that plug inside of her? Or did he mean something deeper with those words, did he mean how she felt...what had happened? He had pushed her so far, had broken her will in these dark moments, and he knew the time would come when he would face her response...face finding out whether her mind could handle what he had done.

Or worse...perhaps he would face legal action he was not quite prepared for. Would she turn on him like that? Would she turn him over to the authorities to face punishment for what he had just done to her? He didn't know, but none of that mattered, none of that mattered in the slightest. Laying there with the sound of the radio filling the empty room, letting the dark take hold, they might actually find some sleep. Not because of peacefulness but because of exhaustion. Now they might find some moment of respite from what had been happening between them and they could wake up refreshed...or at least he would. His hand moved into her hair, running through it softly, almost petting her as he made small cooing sounds to help her through the pain she had experienced. Even if she did not sleep....he would...and so he drifted off to the sounds of the storm outside.

Her Father held her close, pulling her against his body while he pulled the blankets over them both, and the girl felt herself give one last shudder as heat began to seep into her chilled limbs. Made to lay there at her Father's side, Sarah closed her eyes for simple exhaustion, an ache developing in a different part of her body that she had never experienced before; the ache of being fucked hard, used for a single purpose, and made to endure far more than her body should have been made to endure for her first time.

It was a feeling that she was going to become quite accustomed to.

Her Father purred to her, telling her that she would have to get used to that feeling of fullness, that she would have to get used to being plugged up with her Daddy's cum, proving that he indeed was far from done with her. Sarah didn't even have the fortitude for now, to puzzle out just what it was that he might be referring to, and instead she took a deep breath that she let out in a quiet sigh. Whether it was a sigh of worry, contentment, or something else, Sarah truly was unable to say. As wrung out and exhausted as she was, the girl simply could not tell what she was feeling, and it was so much easier to simply...

Well, simply sleep.

Sarah wasn't sure when she had fallen asleep; exhaustion had struck her hard, and left her quite in need of proper rest, and the girl slept curled up in her Daddy's arms without a thought in her head, and her mind blessedly free of dreaming. Still, it was only a few hours before Sarah found he eyes opening again in the dark, and slowly became aware of herself, her surroundings, and her Father's form solid at her side, an arm still curled around her body as she shifted herself up. The chill in the air was back, and impossible to miss as she pushed herself to her knees, and she felt her nipples tightening into hard little peaks against the cold as she wrapped her arms about herself. Shuddering slowly at her Father's side, Sarah glanced to his sleeping form, and carefully eased herself up from the bed.

Her sweater was the easiest thing to pull on for now; she couldn't imagine bending and stepping into pants in this state.

Shivering in the cold, the girl crossed through the basement and began to mount the stairs to the first floor when the click of nails made her pause. Sarah looked over her shoulder to find Max's big dopey face looking up to her, his head quirked, and large expressive eyes obviously curious. Sarah sighed softly as she reached out to scratch under his chin. Her body gave a terrible twist of an ache, but she needed the dog to keep quiet for now.

"You stay," she whispered in a soft voice. "I'm just going to shower..."

A whine from the animal made Sarah glance up towards the bed, only to look down to her dog as he licked at her wrist with that big drooly tongue. Sarah sighed again, supposing that there was little wonder that friends called her Snow White when it came to strays... or their pets at parties...

"All right. Come on, dog."

Max fell into step behind her, and Sarah walked at his side as she left the basement, and made her way through the house. It was cold still, and a flick of a light switch told her that the power was still off... She did know it was daytime; weak daylight filtered through the snow-covered windows. Her breath steaming in warm puffs before her, she wrapped her arms around herself and hoped desperately that the pipes had not frozen. Each step was agony, and she didn't want to have taken all those stairs for nothing.

She made her way towards her own bathroom, and as he always did when she went anywhere in the house, Max was right behind her. The large dog sat down politely when Sarah stepped into the bathroom, and as she bent to try the tub, she heard pipes groan, and then water began to flow. The girl could have sobbed in relief as the first icy deluge came, and then slowly began to warm. The pilot light wasn't out, then... she could wash. Sarah wasted no time; she turned the shower head on, stripped out of her sweater and began to close the door. Max laid himself down, pointed straight to the bathroom as he always did when he waited for her to shower, and the girl smiled a small, watery smile to him as she quietly shut the door behind her. Alone in the bathroom, Sarah then bit into her lower lip, and she braced a hand against the counter.

One hand went back to trace at the ring of rubber that still protruded from her body, and the girl chewed hard at her lip as she grasped the base of the toy. Swallowing hard, Sarah told herself to relax, that it would come out easier if she just... well, let it happen... That was a filthy lie, of course. It was wider at the base than the top, a true buttplug meant to stay in place without some effort to pull free. It was enough to have the girl groaning as she leaned herself down. Pressing her breasts against the icy sent razor blades of pain through her abused nipples, and Sarah gasped softly through a bruised throat while she spread her legs. Widening her stance, she tugged again at the toy, and this time, slowly felt it shift.

She felt it, all of it as it tugged through her ring of muscle, widening as the thick base came free. Sarah couldn't help the choked moan that echoed from her throat as she tugged it out. The rest of the plug came more easily, as did the torrent of her Daddy's cum as it trickled down her legs in a small flood. Shuddering as it ran down her thighs, and legs, only slowing at the ankles, Sarah straightened up carefully. She was panting, her stomach turning as she tossed the toy into the sink. She ran water over it simply because she couldn't stand the sight of it covered in her Father's cum, knowing it had just been inside of her, and then vowed to bleach the sink later. For now, the call of the shower was too strong, the promise of hot water against her sore and aching muscles all she wanted in the world.

Sarah stepped into the shower with a low sigh and closed her water as she turned the heat as close to boiling as her skin could stand. She was freezing, and the heat felt so damn good... and better, it washed all the cum from her body, and helped her feel clean again.

That more than anything, had been sorely missed.