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A Lesson in Punctuality (Lord Dakol and Tristeza)

The glance David recieved in response was one of shame and sadness, with Mariah feeling disappointed towards herself, towards a body that, it seemed, gave way so easily. The look of her father, his tone... it just added in to the feeling of degradation, like rubbing the wound with salt. Though, if those had been the salt, the finger penetrating her now was the pepper, a half scream half moan cutting the air. What was so much fun about prolonging his own daughter's torture? In doing something that was so wrong in so many levels? It didn't matter how much she tossed and turned the questions, the teen just couldn't understand.
 
David let out a hard groan of satisfaction as she screamed out, jerking forward and forcing him to grab a fistful of her hair and pulled her back, keeping her in place as his finger violated her pussy. The digit went deeper in still, stretching her out a little as she screamed. "I didn't hear you, whore. I said . . . are you enjoying this?" he seethed, yanking her hair back a bit. Meanwhile, his thumb slid up and placed itself over her tiny, puckered asshole, covering it completely before he rubbed the rim.
 
A new scream, this time of pain, was the girl's first reaction as she was once again being held by her hair, again tears streaming down her cheeks. The worst thing was, it was actually good. It was actually lighting a fire within her body that Mariah had never thought would be caused by her own father. Still, it didn't matter how good he could make her feel, her conscience and morals still dictated the wrongness of it all, and Mariah was going to stick to it. "N-No!! It's wrong, dad, stop it!" she whimpered, swallowing dry as she felt the thumb upon her other, tightly shut hole. No, anywhere but there!
 
David chuckled condescendingly, shaking his head as she screamed. He yanked on her hair once more, and wriggled his finger inside her pussy a little to get through a bit more. The thumb that covered her asshole pressed against it, teasing the sensitive area.

"I know you're lying. I can feel your pussy . . . it's all wet," he countered, then finally hit something. It was a soft wall that blocked his way, and knew what it was; her innocence. She wasn't lying. Damn, he thought bitterly.
 
Mariah voiced her pain yet again, but the scream was followed by a moan she couldn't muffle, betraying her previous answer. Even the pressure against her little asshole was helping, more juices pouring to lubricate her already wet channel. Still, another sensation, as her father's finger invaded her deeper, gave Mariah finally a sense of victory in the whole predicament. "See dad..." she managed to pitch in, between gasp and pants. "I am a virgin!! Please let me go!!!"
 
David tuned out anything else, and focused on his thoughts. So she actually was studying. I can't hold it against her that she told the truth, but . . . maybe she wasn't fucking him. Maybe... he thought deeply, and smirked. "All right, you weren't. Good girl. But I still don't believe you that you were studying," he said, moving his finger in a circle, playing with her pussy and taking care to not touch her hymen as his thumb pressed into her asshole. "Plus, you did something else..."

Moving to her side where she could get a clear view of him, he gestured to the large bulge in his pants. "You got daddy horny, slut. Now, c'mere," he ordered, but didn't wait for her to comply. Instead, he took his finger out of her cunt and released his thumb, but pulled her hair so that she was crawled towards him. Finally, he yanked one more time for her to stumble, face close to the erection that was hidden beneath his pants. "What are you going to do about it?" he asked with a snarl.
 
There it was, the inkling of hope! The recognition that she was telling the truth! A smile dared to perk on her lips. A smile that lasted for but a second, leaving Mariah absolutely livid once more. He didn't believe she was studying... and she did something else? What could she have done? What new fault could he have found...

Then Mariah saw it, the enlarged groin. Her eyes widened, and she immediatly tried to wiggle away, shaking her head vehemently. "N-No! D-Don'- AH!" Mariah shrieked, forced to move closer. The first pull made her roll over to his legs, the second straightened her face down once again, a mere inch away from the fabric and what hid behind it. She could smell his arousal, her nose wrinkling at a scent that both disgusted her but made her blood pulse harder in her veins, out of something she hoped was fear and nothing else. "Nothing!!" Mariah yelled, trying to shift away from her father. "It's wrong and I don't want to!!"
 
With all of her struggling and words and denial, it did nothing to help her. The grip he held on her hair was too great for her to shake her head to much, and even then, he released her hair for a split second to grab her face, holding her still, her nose an inch away from touching the bulge.

"Shut up, whore. This is your fault, and you are going to solve it," he said, using his free hand to undo his button and zipper, letting loose the thick erection that was hidden under his boxers.
 
This was past ridiculous to her, it was unbearable. The panic just commanded her to try and get away, even though any movement was made minimal by the strong grip of her father and just contributed to wearing her down further. The small opening where she felt herself free was her most desperate try, actually managing to get away... before David grabbed her face and pulled her back in. Mariah looked up to her father's eyes in a flare of rage. "I'm not a whore, I'm not doing anything to you, and sex with your daughter is illegal, not to mention RAPE!"
 
In response to her outrage, David quirked an eyebrow, apparently not effected by her words. But, the anger was still apparent. "Are you telling me . . . that you won't stand by your mistakes? You really are a slut, denying it..." he replied, then pulled her forward enough for the tip of her nose to touch the tent, where she was able to feel the gentle pulsing of his arousal and the masculine scent that came from him. "Now, you will do as daddy says, or I really will make you a slut," he threatened, gesturing to her quivering pussy.

While he waited for her answer, David used one hand to pull the fabric down, exposing the throbbing monster that his daughter was currently touching and smelling. The scent was even stronger, evident by the thickness and length of his cock.
 
Mariah whimpered again as she was pulled closer, trying to move her nose away. The grip was unforgiving though, just as much as her father himself, so she failed to budge, feeling the warmth of the throbbing cock against her skin, the blood flowing underneath, the sheer size. His threat couldn't have been anymore emphasized if he wanted either, as he exposed what the girl had only guessed was David's true size. Odds were he was going to pierce her with that thing anyway... Maybe if she complied, he'd be gentle enough not to hurt her... much. "Fine, I'll do it!" Mariah cried out, sobbing violently.
 
David could tell Mariah was afraid by his length. All the same, he enjoyed that literally everything about him intimidated her. Once hearing her compliance, he smirked victoriously.

"Good. Does the whore need be taught how to suck daddy's cock properly?" asked David. Without giving her much time to answer, David forced her body forward enough to press her pout lips against the pulsing shaft, and enough space to put her lips around his length.
 
His question managed to add yet another layer of shame on Mariah's face, something she thought had become impossible at this stage. A new thought blazed through her mind: she should just stop counting the humiliations. They'd keep on pilling up, regardless of what she did, in new and inventive ways if need be. Before she could even think of what she wanted to answer her father though, her satin lips were upon David's cock, and she was shocked even further into silence.

At first, Mariah pressed her lips shut tightly, reluctant to follow through, but soon her trembling lips parted, and her warmth breath upon his cock was soon followed by the tongue slowly licking the head, over the cumslit. Quickly though, she gave up on that intent, both finding the taste too awkward and alien, and feeling astoundingly ridiculous and inexperienced. What if she ended up doing something her father disliked? "Umm... I... I don't know how to do this..."
 
The absence of a woman's lips or cunt meant that David was particularly sensitive to a touch, not to mention the tongue of an obviously inexperienced whore. A shiver ran down his spine, leaning against the couch before he heard Mariah talk. "Hmph, fine. Put your lips around my head, using your tongue to swirl around it, and take daddy as far as you can go," he said, watching as the head quivered against her lips.
 
Taking him as far as she could? Mariah winced lowly, eyeing the piece before her. That wouldn't fit in her throat, nowhere near it, she thought. But at least he'd given her the freedom to test it... and not just plain forcing it inside her. For how long it was going to last? That was a question Mariah didn't even want to know the answer to. Again, her tongue made contact, giving her the salty, wierd taste once more, her nose wrinkling out of disgust. It was even worse when it was the time for the lips to touch it, but, as her tongue covered the skin more and more with her own saliva, the taste actually got... endurable.

Slowly, David could feel his daughter taking his cock into her mouth, her lips pressed firmly against his skin, sucking and swallowing what excess drool was forming. When it touch her throat though, Mariah hesitated, looking at what was still to go, and sighing disheartened at the sight. So much...
 
"Ah..." David sighed out of pleasure as Mariah began to suck him off. Her actions were, at first, hesitant, but they soon grew more confident. He knew that soon enough she would begin tasting pre-cum from the tip of his member.

"Whatever enters your mouth, let it linger in your mouth for about ten seconds, then drink it. Understand, whore?" he instructed, leaning his head against the couch
 
The thought of this actually not being too bad was beginning to form in the back of her head... if it wasn't her father she was sucking off. Still, it seemed like he was enjoying it by the sound of it, though her eyes were still locked on the task at hand, so it meant Mariah wasn't doing too bad a job.

David's next instruction made her eye brow quirk, wondering what it meant. Was he going to be already done this soon? Mariah could be a virgin, but she wasn't stupid as to how things were or happened, and, when men orgasmed, they were supposed to leak out semen and be done. Maybe he'd leave her be then? Her advancements became more and more persistent, stepping up the pace, eager to get it over and done with. The tangy, salty taste returned to Mariah's mouth, something that made her nose wrinkle, along with an oily sensation across her tongue. Yet, it didn't seem like David was done, so it couldn't be that.
 
David contemplated - just for a moment - to free her hands so that she could pleasure him more effectively. However, he currently decided against it and let the touch of her lips and tongue sink in, leaning his head back.
"Mmph..." he moaned, closing his eyes. Without warning, he reached over Mariah, extending a large hand to easily grip her ass, his fingers running over her asshole and lips, teasing the folds lightly.

Oddly, he thought about what Grayson was doing at this moment, and what he would do - or say - if he saw his older sister sucking her father's cock like a whore.
 
When David's hands reached for her once again, Mariah couldn't avoid a startled squeal, still somewhat loud and high pitched enough to be heard despite the cock shoved inside her mouth. For one, she had her eyes close, trying her darndest to abstract herself from the horrendous act, so she couldn't have guessed her father's intentions from his movements, only the touch. Second, the groping in itself just degraded her further, adding insult to injury. It was almost as if he was treating his own daughter like a lover or something... minus the whole 'whore' part. Was he that needy?
 
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