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Daddy's whore

Daddy_Has__Needs

Daddy_Has__Needs

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Jun 14, 2012
Location
Nebraska
Charles loved whores, it was his one dirty secret in a rather exemplary life. An upstanding member of the community who had been married to his highschool sweetheart for 17 years. Everyone thought their marriage was perfect, and even his wife would think that as he doted on her constantly. Their children were well behaved, popular, involved in the school and the community, he was even a member of the church's leadership board. He had only one vice...prostitutes and to make it worse it wasn't even prostitutes he craved but young ones, teenage girls. Four years ago he found The Agency a very select company that catered those wealthy enough to enjoy the most forbidden fruits. He would tell his family he was away on business and he'd get a hotel room and call The Agency. Over the last six months it was always the same request, he'd describe his daughter's looks and age and they'd send over a girl. Sometimes she looked like his daughter, sometimes not but the thrill of it always made it worth the money.

Today was one of those days where he was waiting for the girl to come to his hotel room. The logistics operator (That's what the madam of The Agency called herself) said he'd be very pleased with her selection today. So when Charles opened the door and saw his teenage daughter standing there he quickly pulled her into the room. "What the hell are you doing here?!"
 
Christina was ripe and as clean as any teenage girl who didn't get around. She had good grades, was thoroughly active at her school and not that she noticed; had a trail of hormonal teenagers after her.
Though her conscious remained pure, the only man in her life that she thought she would only ever love being her dearest father. She sometimes would fantasize about many things. With being a teenager came lots of hormones obviously and it shouldn't of surprised anyone that what she did in the confines of her bed room could be considered more or less un-ladylike.
She had learned to respect her father and would do everything for him like a good daddy's girl but when pleasuring herself wasn't enough she met a lady who offered her a doorway to her deepest lusts.
She didn't date any of the guys at her school because frankly she never found them attractive. Only big, strong men seemed to catch her interest.
Men like her dearest father.
It must of been a sin. Having feelings for your father but he was a man of great interest. Her mother was very lucky to have him and if only she was able to show her love for him more than a daughter could she would give anything!

From what the logistics operator had told her, she would be sent places (Most likely hotels) to fulfill men's dark lusts.
The image of someone like her father handling her excited her, and she would be payed too! So it only took an excuse that she was "Sleeping over a friends house" to go on her first job.
Nervous as she was, she put on her best outfit that accented her curves. A tight, short skirt that any man would be able to look under at the slight bend of her back and a low cut shirt that was probably meant for a girl much smaller than she and stretched over her well endowed bust. She carried a small purse with her and let her auburn colored hair down, cascading over her shoulders quite nicely.

Christina approached the hotel room with a little hesitation before knocking, the sooner she broke the ice, the sooner she would be bent over the bed receiving a man's cock in her tight virgin cunt.
Nothing could of readied her for who answered the door though. Her pink full lips parted and her eyes slightly widened as her father opened. She was sure she had the right room- this was surely going to end up terribly.
Or perhaps not?
Wasn't he suppose to be on business?
She couldn't think straight as she was pulled into the hotel room and he demand he know why exactly his daughter was here.
"I... It's not what it seems like I was just..." She tried to find some sort of an excuse. Anything but to no avail did it come.
"I was just trying to make a little money..." She trailed off biting her bottom lip in a shameful expression. But what was he doing here? Did he honestly call for this type of service??
 
There she was, like the incarnation of his deepest desire, staring him wide eyed, pink cheeked from embarrassment, and looking all to sexy in her low cut top, his own daughter in the flesh. He stared at her for several long seconds before he realized he had to say something, anything, the dead air in the room and the look of her shame was too much for the 'daddy' in him to bare.

"Look, we both know you don't need money and you're not dumb you know why I'm here. Hell if you think about it...you probably know why they sent you" he shook his head and chuckled. Now he knew why the logistics's manager seemed so fucking pleased with herself on her selection. He wondered if the lady knew it was his daughter or just how accurate the description was. Regardless, he had to make sure she didn't let this get out. He couldn't lruin his life over this fantasy. Still if she was here, in the flesh, as a call girl...maybe he could work something out.

"I um... I don't want this going back to your mother. Why don't we make a little agreement. I wont tell your dark secret, you don't tell mine?" He went over to the liqior cabinet and made himself a Hennessy and Coke and her a Shirley Temple with rum. "This isn't exactly like the ones I used to make for you when you were 12..." He teased. "I think we could both use a drink while we talk about this." His cock was hard and he didnt' even try to hide it. It's difficult to hide any decent sized cock when you're wearing slacks and the tent in his pants was very aparent.

"How many clients have you serviced?" He felt a pang of guilt that the idea that his sweet little girl was a whore really excited him.
 
Christina was still a little shocked that her father had made a call to the company to send over a girl for him to... To fuck. Other than her mother. Though she had to say, mother didn't do a lot for her Dad. It was usually him doing the pampering. She thought he always deserved more. She listened to his words carefully and obediently like any good daughter but this time it didn't sound like he was talking to her like she was his daughter. It sounded like they were two adults and she very much liked that.

Of course, like her father she didn't want this going back to mom and the sound of an agreement sounded much better than him punishing her for something they were both quite guilty for. She took a seat on the bed and watched him idly making the drinks. Wondering what he put in it to make it so different. All she knew was that she loved Shirley Temples and when he handed it to her she eagerly took a sip. Not expecting the extra flavor per say.
She kept drinking it though it tasted good, and the extra ingredient gave it a little kick and made it go down warm.
The question was what made her choke up a bit though, half of the drink already gone due to her nerves from this whole experience.
"I just started... Today actually." She figited where she was seated, the skirt hiking up just a bit more. She took another sip and looked up at her father. Her head almost level with his...-
Dear lord.
It was hard to hide her starring with how big the bulge in his pants was. It made a warm sensation come from her legs and she looked up at him with an innocent look. Hoping he didn't catch her starring. She had no idea how big her father was but just seeing the tent in his pants made her think if thats how big he was just in his pants. How big he'd be out of them.
 
He always knew when she was lying and this was definitely the truth. A sigh of selfish relief that she wasn't really a whore. No, that wasn't it, it was the idea that she hadn't be used by some other man in this capacity. He never suspected she was still a virgin not in this day and age. He just didn't want to her have had a string of older men who would use her and treat her like....well like he treated the call girls from The Agency that came to serve his sick needs, the girls who came to him to fulfill a fantasy....the fantasy that was now sitting obediently on the hotel bed.

"Did The Agency tell you what I liked? Did they tell you I pay girls who look like you, somewhat at least, to call me daddy? Did they warn you about how rough I like it? I'm kind of surprised you were willing to come here. Maybe I'm offended that you were willing to call some other guy daddy..."

He thought about spanking her, he thought about the Magnum brand condoms in their gold wrappers he had in the drawer and how suddenly he had no intention of using them. He noticed her looking at his crotch and smiled.

"I paid a lot of money to fuck a little girl today. I don't expect to leave with blue balls.
"
 
Due to this being her father, she had forgotten everything they told her. and how well the description of the man fit her father and that it actually was one of the leading factors that made her want to do this. She wanted to get fucked by a man like her father and call him Daddy. They didn't tell her much other than a description and what he liked so as he told her he was rather rough. That only seemed to make the reaction in her rather revealing underwear, hotter.

Though she felt guilty at his last sentence, biting her lip and looking down and away. She didn't want her daddy to feel offended. She only had one daddy and that was him. She set her drink down and looked back at her father with big innocent eyes.

"You mean..." She didn't exactly follow, or her mind was afraid to. The look he gave her sent small hints and only made a small shiver go through her.
 
He leaned in and whispered to his daughter, his lips just inches from her ear, "Daddy wants to fuck your little cunny Christina."Babydoll, princess, little girl, doll baby, he so rarely used her name.

He moved back a little and his tone changed from the earlier shocked to see his own daughter standing where he'd expected a whore, and from the cautious 'let's-keep-this-between-us' to his real self, confident alpha male in control of his element.

"Stand up in the middle of the room and slowly strip. Let me see what my money bought me..."
 
His words nearly shocked her. This didn't sound like her father- well it did. Just not in the tone she was use to. It should of repulsed her, what he said but the same searing sensation ran down her spine and between her petite creamy legs.
His voice changed, especially when he used her name instead of some pet nickname. When he leaned in close she could feel his warm breath fanning her neck, causing a blush to creep onto her cheeks as he backed away. Christina let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, her heart was beating like mad in her chest she wouldn't be surprised if anyone heard it.

The teenager knew better than to disobey her father, even then she was still hesitant though. She'd never stripped for anyone and while her father had seen her naked that was when she was a little girl.
Her hesitation didn't last long. He was a big, strong man and he had paid for her services. Plus if she didn't he might tell her mother.

Standing she walked over to the center where the room felt two times larger and she fingered the hem of her shirt, swaying her hips lightly like some of the other girls in the agency had showed her before she pulled her shirt over her head, her hair cascading down her bare shoulders. Dropping the cotton shirt on the ground she was now left in a bra she didn't usually where, just the fact that she had bought it from Victoria's Secret should of been a hint.
It was hot pink with black lace that held her bust quite well. "Like this?" Her voice was soft but she was no longer talking in a childish manor she often used to act like the innocent doll she was.

Christina fingered her skirt next, going to the front of the jean skirt and unzipping it, lifting her eyes to him before slowly pushing her skirt down. Circling a bit to show off her curves as the fabric fell to her ankles, which she stepped out of. She was wearing matching Panties with her bra and when she realized the garments covering her would have to be removed as well she bit her lip a bit her hands going behind her. Her panties were moist and she was willing to get them off but the shock still lingered in her head. As well as the overwhelming lust for the man in front of her.
 
He couldn't wait for her to strip more! He stood up and came to her. Big broad shouldered powerful man standing next to a small curvy under aged teenage girl, he surmised that the sight must look very erotic, especially with her half naked and him still full dressed. He was right next to her when he saw the mirror and couldn't help but chuckle as he unsnapped her bra with one hand and pointed to the mirror.

"Watch"

He slid the bra down off her shoulders exposing her young full perky breast. "Your beautiful". He turned her to face him so he could kiss his daughter passionately. "I like that. Your panties and bra matched. Next time make sure your nails and toes match your bra"
He took his topless daughter to the bed .

"Remove your panties before you get in the bed. Bend at the waist, don't bend your knees"

He was undressing behind her as he waited for the first glimps of her holes.

He stood there nude and hard behind his little girl
 
As her daddy came closer she couldn't help but feel more warmth come from her insides. Just his presence, his cologne, his broad stature made her feel safe, yet submissive.
When his hand went behind her was a little bit startled as he un-clipped her bra. Her hands caught it for a second, her thoughts racing to the thought of one of her family members seeing her naked. It was just a reaction and she immediately remembered a moment after he turned her attention to the mirror. The bra fell to the floor, joining her skirt and shirt on the comfortable carpet.
She's heard him call her beautiful, according to every father their children were beautiful but it was the way he said it that made her shiver with growing anticipation. The feeling in the pit of her stomach growing as he turned her. His lips molding together with his nearly perfectly, her ample breasts pressed against his firm chest. The shoes she was wearing helped little with the height difference and if she wasn't so distracted with the kiss she may have realized that this was her father. And this was no fatherly kiss on the cheek. It was wrong.
So wrong, and she was loving every second of it.

Christina would admit that there was some amount of disappointment when he pulled away.
"Um... Okay." Her mind was still a little bit hazy, dazed from such a kiss and the sensation of her nipples rubbing up against his shirt.

Turning towards the bed she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, glancing back at her father before hooking her thumbs in her panties. Oh dear, her father was going to see her most private parts and she was sure she had already gotten wet from only the events that recently had taken place.
What would he think when he saw her so wet?
Almost painstakingly slowly she pushed the pink panties down, bending at her waist like he had instructed and maintaining a good poster while she did so.
Once the thin garments were past her knees she let them descend down onto the floor next to the bed, exposing her in all her glory.
Once she rose, she turned to face her father, only to see him completely undressed. Her eyes widened again at the sight of him. She felt the overwhelming urge to look away but the sheer astonishment of how well endowed her father was, was just something she couldn't look away from.
With a blink, she looked away and tried to conceal herself the best she could.
The moisture between her legs only seeming to grow at the sight of him.
 
It was hard to resist the hunger he felt for her, the need he had to just put her on the bed, on her back and fuck her but he resisted because he had waited for so long for this he wasn't going to spoil it now.

"Lay down on your back." He laid next to her caressing her and kissing her, making out with his own naked daughter. The shear wrongness of it caused his cock to twitch in excitement. It wasn't enough to just have his daughter be his whore though. He wanted her to feel for him like he felt for her, this moment was truly the essence of forbidden love.

"Christina, I love you." he kissed her again. "I don't want this to be like...well like it would have been if you and I weren't the two people in this room. Do you understand? I don't want to fuck" He continued touching her, his fingers gently going over her body ,starting at the pelvic bone and moving up her stomach, between her breasts and to perfect mouth. It was so much like his, full and wide, a kissable mouth. "I want to make love to you. No condom, nothing kinky, just two people who truly love each other making each other feel good."

He watched her face for her reaction. "I've never ever even considered being with one of the whores I normally have in here without protection I promise. " He paused as he considered what highschool was like for him. "You do practice safe sex right?" Never for a moment considering she was a virgin.

He took her hand and guided it to his thick hard erection and kept it right there against him. "You do want me inside you right? Not some latex balloon." He tried to smirk like he was joking but as he said it his hand went down her to sex. "you're so wet <b> for me</b>...." 'for me' he stressed those words as he teased her clit and lips. He took the fingers that were touching her and brought them to his lips, first he enhaled her scent and let out a low throaty moan then he tasted them. "mmm god you taste good. Can I kiss you down there? Do you like that?"
 
Christina once more obeyed her dearest father, first taking a seat before removing her shoes and watching as he joined her on the bed and started the passionate make-out session. The teen could feel his stiff cock rub up against her smooth, clean shaven cunt and she was a bit surprised to say in the least. She wanted to wrap her hand around it and pleasure him like her mother could not.
Once he pulled away to speak, it was once again that his first words were not foreign but the way he spoke them.
It took her a few moments to comprehend what he was trying to tell her, what with his hand lingering on her soft body it was quite hard to focus.
Especially when his hand traveled upwards. She gave him a nod to tell him she understood. She loved her father very much and wanted nothing else other than to please him.
But didn't no condom mean she could get pregnant? Oh dear, if that happened she didn't know what she would do but just the idea of having her daddy's baby...
He did have a point though. She didn't want some rubber feeling toy inside her, she wanted him.

One thing she had forgotten was that he had been with other teenage girls like her. She felt a ping of jealousy that other girls were so lucky to be pleasured and pleasure her father. She was determined to do a much better job. But his question was what seemed to catch her a bit off guard. Any other time her father would of asked that question and she would of blushed and told him that she wasn't involved in that sort of thing.
Now that they were both laying there naked and things had changed. While she was still a virgin she wasn't necessarily innocent. Would someone who was truly sign up for something like this? Her fingers could only do so much though.

She was about to respond when his hand dipped down to her wet sex, her legs wanting to close instinctively but as he played with her clit they became a little more open. Her head tilting back slightly to let out a soft moan, finding her words as he brought his wet fingers up to his lips.
"I actually..." She paused for a moment, thinking how wonderful it would be to have him take her virginity. Be her first. "I've never had sex." She figured she'd come out and say it, hoping this wouldn't put him off.
she felt her skin grow hotter as he asked her such questions. It made her squirm just at the thought of her daddy's tongue teasing her sex. "I don't know. Thats dirty." She bit her index finger.
 
"Oh my sweet Christina, you really are daddy's doll..." He said as kissed her and pushed her legs open to further molest his little girl. You're lucky its your daddy taking your cherry and not some creepy dirty old man..."

He wasn't concerned with if she thought it was 'dirty' now. He'd never licked a virgin pussy before and the sheer naughtiness of it was far to appealing.. He went down on her, kissing his way down her body before he had her legs spread wide apart and he was laping her sweet little girl cunny. He stopped and climbed on top of her forcing her to kiss his wet pussy juice covered mouth.

"Now, kiss your daddy down there..." His mind revealed in the idea of corrupting a virgin
 
His words made her feel happy and bubbly inside and her breath caught slightly as he opened her legs wider. He had such a good point now that she thought of it. She wouldn't of wanted anyone else to pop her cherry and was quite enthusiastic about her daddy doing it.
Every soft kiss of his only built up, the butterflies in her stomach going crazy as he neared her wet sex before he spread her flexible soft legs and started teasing her with his skillful tongue. Her pink lips parted to form and 'O', a soft moan escaping her as he worked, lapping up some of her juices.

As he rose to kiss her she only did what a good girl should and leaned up to meet him as well. It tasted foreign but wasn't necessarily unpleasant. She let out a small moan into the heated kiss before he pulled away.

She had never 'kissed' someone down there but being the secretly naughty girl she was she had watched many videos and even tried practicing on some things like popsicles and such.
Slowly and gently she place a hand on her daddy's broad chest and pushing him to the side so she was on top. Kissing down his jaw like and to his collarbone she was happy to oblige his needs.
She would do anything to make her father happy.

Once she reached his stiff member her hesitant nimble fingers slowly touched the first mans penis she had ever seen in person.
It felt veiny and hard. Definitely strong. Her finger tip ran over the slit at the top before her soft hands moved down. Her lips coming forward to meet the plump head. In a soft kiss she smiled up at her Dad before her pink tongue came out and dragged up the underside to the tip as a test.
When she liked the feeling and taste she swirled her tongue around the tip before eveloping her lips around the tip and begining to suck while her hands stroked him at the base.
 
He watched in utter disbelief at how sensual and sexy his little girl was. He wanted to question whether she was in fact a virgin but he knew better, there was nothing to be gained by asking something like that. He told himself; some women where just born more sensual and in-tune with their bodies and sensing what pleases their partner than others and by the time she was kissing his cock and sucking the head into her mouth he had completely convinced himself that must be the case.

"Oh fuck...you...are...such...a wonderful little girl for Daddy" He moaned in a low throaty way that was almost primal. He realized as he looked down and saw her lips around his cock, saw her mouth open wide to take him in that he was having sex with his little girl's mouth. He put his hand around her head and grabbed her by the hair. "Now let daddy do it..." he slowly started to pump his hips up and down so his cock would move in and out of her mouth. "Just relax and give daddy your mouth. It's okay if I choke you a little don't be scared. I wont hurt you" a small white lie but a necessary one. If she knew that his goal now was to face fuck her in a few months she'd be terrified of how depraved he really was. He kept doing this to her for what must have felt long a long time as he did he kept saying dirty things, "you're Daddy's cocksucker now", "use your mouth to show Daddy how much you love him...", "Watch your teeth princess"...

he would purposely push his cock deep enough to make her gag, then pull completely out of er mouth and ask her. "Who controls your mouth?"

Finally he laid her on her back and got on top of her. "Look at me. Do you understand what's about to happen? The risk you're about to take by not letting me use a condom? This is love making now...not whore stuff." What a terrible way to guilt his little girl. Her first sexual experience would be unprotected sex, with her father, and told that 'love' had to do with or without a rubber. Sick twisted man...
 
Christina didn't exactly know if she was doing it right but judging by his reactions she was happy to know she was. His words only encouraged her to try and take a bit more, going past the thick head, her tongue brushing the underside as he looked down at his little girl sucking his manhood.
It was making that same warm sensation form between her legs and as his hands tangled themselves in her long hair.
It was a strange sensation for him to be fucking her mouth, yet alluring. It only made her more wet.
Shutting her eyes momentarily as he started to go deeper her hands latched onto the carpeting, her nails digging in once she felt him go deep enough for her to gag. Even pulling back at the strange sensation on reflex after his words. She tried to relax, her nails digging into the carpet more as her throat reflexively tried to swallow. Letting out small noises once he hit the back of her throat.

His words only wanted to make her please him more, if it made him happy she would choke on his dick. This was when she tried moving her head to meet his small thrusts and once he had pushed himself particularly far and pulled out she took the time to catch her breath. "You are, Daddy." She answered him obediently before she got back onto the soft bed, her fathers figure immediately covering her smaller frame.
Whenever her father got serious, she would always divert her attention to him 100%.

Though it hadn't really occurred to her the full effects of having intimate unprotected sex it might have with her father. She took health class so she understood some of the consequences that may happen but surely he wouldn't cum inside? And she didn't want to be a whore so having sex raw would only be logical. She swallowed and nodded, looking up at him. "I understand."
 
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