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I cannot believe he’s doing this to me again. Daddy knows I hate gonna these boring family dinners. They’re just stages for him to find out what’s happening with his parents, sister, her daughter, and brag to them about what he’s been up to, and of course, me. What’s even worse is that my aunt all the time says things like “you’re too skinny” or “you should eat more”, almost every single time, without fail. Worse yet, somehow, is that they all the time act so formal and we have to be there for three hours. Three hours.

He knocks on the bathroom door. “Rachel. It’s time to go.”

“Ugh do I need to be there? It’s not like they actually care about hearing what I have to say,” I groan. He doesn’t bother answering. I sigh as I look at myself in the mirror. Have I mentioned that I hate gonna these things? Not only am I forced to endure the infinite scrutiny of his family, plastering on a fake smile, but I’m also trapped in this confining dress that digs into my stomach and butt, transforming discomfort into an art form. And to top it off, it becomes a sponge for all the stress-induced sweat my family generously contributes. Fun stuff!

I make sure my hair is nice and straight, pull up my strapless bra, and make sure my makeup is on point. That dinner table may be a hellscape, but I refuse to look like some 40-year old mom. The only thing that’s left is to zip up my dress. “Daddy can you zip me up?” I say as I open the door.

“Sure honey.” I see his reflection in the mirror as gets behind me, his broad shoulders towering above me. He casually picks up my hair and places it over my shoulder to expose the zip. Placing one hand on my bare shoulder and the other on the zip, he slowly pulls it up while bending me forwards ever so slightly. I don’t look him in the eyes. I know he’s not doing it on purpose, but I don’t like feeling trapped between him and the wall.

“Alright, we need to go now. Your grandparents will be here at any moment,” he says as he steps out of the bathroom.

I take one final look in the mirror before opening the door and heading downstairs.

***

I pick at my food, pushing it around on the plate like it’s some sort of art project. “Baby, please eat properly,” Daddy says, his voice trying to sound patient, but I can sense the irritation beneath. Whatever. I take a bite and chew with the enthusiasm of a zombie.

He shakes his head and watches me. I can feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face, but luckily my aunt steps up just then, talking about her daughter’s new job or something, even though she was “too busy” to come tonight. I tune out, staring at my food, letting her do the heavy lifting.

“Can you believe how difficult it is to find a job these days?” My aunt waves her hand around the room as if she actually cannot believe it. I don’t even have to look up to know my dad and her are nodding in agreement. It’s the same conversation they have every family dinner, just a different topic.

I reach for my water and take a long sip, savoring the coolness on my dry mouth, and glance at the clock on the wall. The second hand ticks slowly around, marking the time that is being wasted in this room.

“I’m glad her patience paid off, she’s a talented young woman,” my dad chimes in.

My aunt nods, and then her attention turns back to me, the only one not conversing. “How are you feeling about college? You’ve just got two months left haven’t you? I haven’t heard anything from you.”

“I’m excited.” I can’t be bothered to put too much effort into this conversation.

“What classes do you have currently?”

“Everything.” I shrug my shoulders, and push my food around my plate a little more.

“Which class is your favorite?” she persists.

“Art,” I reply quietly, focusing on my plate.

“What was that?”

I sigh and look up to meet her eyes. “Art class.”

“Have you seen her latest work?” my dad interjects. “Why don’t you show us some of your art?”

I hope I didn’t just grin. I know he’s just trying to show me off, but this was the perfect opportunity. I just had to play it cool.

Purposefully chewing more visibly, I slow down to build emphasis. I gulp. “Sure,” I say. Perfection.

Pushing my chair out, I make a show of stretching as I stand before heading to the staircase. I don’t bother looking back, but I shake my hips just enough to give them all something to look at as I go up.

I celebrate a little inside my head as I open my door. I could probably stay here for a good ten minutes before Daddy gets too angry. I jump onto my bed as I pull my dress up my hips as I let the air conditioning cool down my sweat-soaked panties. Taking my phone out, I start to scroll through my social media to pass the time.

I got a good eight minutes in before I hear the dreaded “RACHEL!!” Not bad at all. Not wanting to push it, I pull my dress back down and slide off the bed.

As soon as I get downstairs, I start to explain myself. “Sorry Daddy,” I say, sounding a lot more innocent than I feel. “I juuust realized that I’ve left all my work in the department, so I’ve got nothing to show for now.”

I tilt my head down and look up at him as I finish my sentence, giving him the puppy dog eyes. I even clasp my hands and stretch them down to make myself seem as submissive as feasible.

He doesn’t look impressed.

“Alright Rachel,” he sighs, “just make sure you have something to show next time.”

“Of course Daddy. I promise,” I say, knowing very well that there probably wasn’t gonna be a next time.

I pull out my chair, looking excessively dainty as I push my hips into the seat. Maybe I should try to have some fun. These people would bore me to tears otherwise, you know? Plus making this painful for Daddy will make him think twice before hosting these things again.

I look up to see Daddy sitting next to me, talking with his parents. He’s been talking with his mom since he sat down, and I cannot hear a thing they’re saying. She’s going on about her newest orchid or something. She just keeps shaking her head at him and smiling. He seems pretty confident and comfortable with the conversation. I bet he has no idea what she’s talking about.

I wonder how much I could get away with…

“Daddy,”I begin, “could we get one of those? They sound lovely, the coleo…”

“Coelogyne pandurata, honey,” my grandmother completes me, eyes sparkling as I take interest.

“Yeah, I’d love to have a Coelogyne pandurata in my room Daddy! Green flowers sound really pretty,” I add.

“I could give you some of my cuttings, they’re quite healthy now,” Grandma continues.

“You do know orchids are a lot of work, right Baby?” Daddy contests. “They need a lot of water and you need to take care of the moisture, sunlight, and temperature as well. Not to mention the care needed for propagation and more. I don’t know if that’s the kind of thing you can afford to deal with right now.”

I droop my lips, puffing them out a little. “Pleeeaase Daddy?” I pout as I place my head on my hand and widen my eyes just a little.

He shakes his head, but I can tell he’s faltering.

I look over to my grandmother to give her a pleading look.

“Surely you can help her, can’t you son?” she says, “She’s having a tough time finishing up with school, seeing some beautiful flowers in her room that her father has grown for her will definitely help her study better!”

Daddy turns to look at his mom. I know that look on his face. He knows he’s cornered and it’s gonna be easier to give in.

He sighs, looking back down to me and slowly curling his hand into a fist.

“Alright Mom. But remember, Rachel: once you graduate, you will be the one to take care of the orchids. Do you understand me, young lady?”

I smile and nod, looking up to him. He really cannot say no to me, can he?

I sit up straight again, and turn back to the table.

I notice my uncle is eating his food silently, while my aunt is still talking about her daughter to Grandpa. He’s nodding politely as she drones on and on.

“…and I’ve been trying to convince her to study in-state, you know. I’m willing to pay for her entire tuition fee, but the college she wants to go to is quite expensive, and isn’t really that much better. The problem is that her boyfriend is trying to convince her to study at his college abroad. But she’s only eighteen, and they’re not getting married any time soon, so there’s no point. She could easily go abroad once they get engaged and he’s got a steady job. It’s ridiculous that she’s so eager to go overseas and leave her family, you know…”

I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone talk so much about nothing.

She’s barely giving Grandpa a chance to respond, and it’s soooo obvious that he’s not listening.

That’s when she bothered noticing that I was observing them. Ugh. I roll my eyes as she shifts her body towards me. “RACHEL!” she says, practically yelling, “you’re graduating this year, right? How excited are you about college?”

“Excited,” I reply, not wanting to seem too disinterested for fear of further prodding.

“You definitely don’t sound it,” she responded with a forewarning smirk. I knew she was gonna begin yapping away again. “Pardon me for saying this so openly, but college is a great time in life, and you should enjoy every second of it! The boys, the partying, the drinking… it’s the time of your life!”

I can see Daddy finally taking notice of the one-sided chitchat I trapped myself in.

“That’s what I keep telling Chloe, to go out and have some fun,but she just never seems to listen. She’s obsessed with that boyfriend of hers and with studying. All she does is study or spend time with him. I mean, studying is good, but she really needs to learn how to have some fun and enjoy life. She is way too uptight for a teenager. She’s going to regret not having fun when she grows up. Don’t you agree, Rachel?”

This bitch. There is no topic in the world that she can somehow twist into being about her daughter. I look over at Daddy, begging him for help with my eyes.

He looks amused. He was definitely using this as revenge for the stupid flower thing.

Remembering my strategy, I restrain my lips from curving into a smile.

“I guess you’re right Aunt Kelley. It’s definitely more fun being carefree and spontaneous, unlike poor Chloe who’s just burdened by ambition and responsibility.”

Daddy’s face drops.

I watch her smile. Her pride is swollen, but not as much as her stupidity. “Right!” She continues, “You’re such a smart girl, Rachel.”

My stomach churns slightly as Daddy glares at me. I cannot believe how easy it is to fuck with him. Unfortunately, Grandma and Grandpa aren’t listening.

“She needs to go out more, get drunk and dance on the tables,” she drones on, “That kind of thing is a lot easier than studying. And a lot more fun, too. She doesn’t have nearly enough friends in school, how’s she going to network when she gets a job if she can’t even gossip at school?”

Bored of her incessant bitching, I seize the opportunity to make another stand. “Oh, speaking of school,” I say, the sweetest fake smile plastered on my face as I turn to Daddy, “I might have accidentally, like, missed a class or two this week.” dad‘s eyes narrow, and I can practically hear his internal struggle to keep his cool.

His fork clinks against his plate as he sets it down, his voice now an icy calm. Grandma and Grandpa are watching now. “Young lady, you know the rules. Education comes first. And this isn’t mentioning the fact that your final assessments are two months away.” My heart races, but I cannot let him see that. I smirk, take a sip of my water, and say, “Oops, my bad.”

His fists tighten, his expression growing more intense. But his anger is no match for my amusement.

Grandma interrupts, just as I’d predicted.

“You’ll let her off, right Son?” She says, placing her hand gently on Daddy’s shoulder.

“No,” he replies. “Not happening. Not this time. We’ll talk more about this after dinner.”

“It’s not a big deal, Son,” Grandpa chimes in. This is perfect. “What’s a few days here and there? Besides, her GPA is perfect. A few absences aren’t going to hurt that.”

Daddy exhales.

“I’m not budging on this, this isn’t about her grades,” he says firmly.

He looks at me, his eyes hard and uncompromising.

“We will discuss this later.”

I smile at him.

“Yes Daddy.”

Grandma and Grandpa distribute a quick look and a small chuckle.

Daddy ignores them, and continues to eat his dinner.

I can’t help but smile at his annoyance. Everybody starts talking again, trying to avoid an awkward silence. Having had my fun, I tune out, just waiting for dinner to end.

***

After what feels like hours, everybody is finally done. Daddy and I walk everyone to the door, and Daddy thanks them for coming. As they’re saying their farewells while they open the doors to their cars, I can see Grandma saying something to Grandpa. dad turns around to go back inside, but Grandpa calls out to him.

A confused expression on his face, Daddy walks over to see what he wants. Whatever. I turn around and head up to my room. My dress is like, suffocating my body, but there’s nothing I can do about it till Daddy unzips it for me. Ugh.

Sighing as I walk into my room, I manage to pull my sweaty bra out of my dress and take it off before I throw it on my bed. It’s not much, but it somewhat relieves the stress from being so cramped up in that dress all day. I pick up my phone and start doom scrolling again. I can’t even be bothered to sit down.

A few minutes later, I can hear him walking up the stairs.

The door opens as he walks in, his footsteps slow and heavy, but firm.

I keep looking at my phone, pretending to be engrossed in it. Without looking up, I ask him, “What did Grandpa want?”

I can hear the frustration in his deep voice. “He asked me to go easy on you.

“What he doesn’t understand is that your behavior reflects on me, and if you don’t shape up, I won’t be able to look him in the eyes the next time I see him.”

Still keeping my head down, I respond with a dry “Oh, really?”

Nothing changes, but I can feel him snap.

He walks up to me, grabbing my phone and chucking it on my bed. His other hand holds onto my shoulder, pushing me into the wall. I yelp.

My heart beats loudly in my ears, my mind struggling to catch up.

He lets go of my shoulder, instead pushing both his hands into the wall, beside me. I can’t help but feel helpless. I look up at him, only to realize how much larger than me he really is. I know he’d never do anything to me, but seeing his furious expression makes me tingle. All I can muster out of my mouth is a meek “Daddy, please…”

I look down, knowing that the power in my words was already lost.

“You are not a child anymore,” he whispers, “you have no idea how difficult it is to raise a teenage girl.”

I gulp. All I can focus on is his belt buckle. It’s a dull metal with black accents, fashioned into a neat rectangle.

“When your mom left, all I wanted was a normal family. But you are not making it easy. You are just a selfish, spoiled brat,” he continues.

The words ring in my ears, only to reverberate in my chest. I take a deep breath, my eyes still fixated on his belt.

“First you turned tail and ran to your room, and you spent some ten minutes there. TEN MINUTES. Doing what? I don’t know, and I’m not interested. What I am interested in is the fact that you came down after those ten minutes with nothing to show for it. Do you know how embarrassing that is?”

I take a deep breath.

“Then that whole orchid incident. If you don’t have time to take care of them, then you can’t afford to keep them. But no, you had to ask your grandma to get me involved.”

I take a deep breath. I can feel my panic completely disappearing.

“Let’s not forget that comment you made about your aunt. I know it was deliberate, and it would’ve been so embarrassing if your aunt understood what you meant.”

I take a deep breath. My heart is still pounding, but for a completely different reason now. I don’t know why, but listening to him blow up on me like this is starting to make me feel really hot. It feels like my mind is no longer in control of my body.

I slowly bend down, getting on my knees. He’s so engrossed in his own speech that he barely registers it.

“You know, if you have a problem with someone, you need to address it. What you did was very childish, and I’m very disappointed in you.”

Closing my eyes, I take another deep breath. I’ve been staring at his belt buckle for long enough to know exactly how to undo it.

I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t know what’s taken over me, but it just feels right. I open my eyes, and as soon as I do, I spring my hands on the buckle, unlocking it as fast as my fingers can work.

He stops mid-sentence.

My breath is now ragged, my heart hammering against my ribcage. I unbutton his pants with my trembling fingers. Luckily, they drop easily, revealing a tight pair of dark gray boxers. Holding my breath now, I quickly pull the waistband down.

I gasp as it pops out.

It’s really large and thick, but it’s drooping down against his pants. Still, it was way bigger than what I had expected. Its veins look like they might burst at any moment, and its skin looks smooth and velvety. The tip was a large, dull pink head that pulsed gently. It felt so weird seeing his penis. I could feel a warm tingle between my legs looking at it. It felt so dirty.

He takes one hand off the wall, suddenly aware of what’s happening, and uses it to grab my jaw. He tilts my face up, forcing me to meet his eyes. I can see the shock on his face, but he still looks stern.

“Wha–” he gasps, “What the fuck are you doing.”

That was the first time I’d ever heard him swear. The word sends a shiver down my spine, making the tingle between my legs even stronger.

I can see his cock still pulsing from my peripheral vision, except this time it’s pivoting upwards with each throb. I can feel his fingers digging into my jaw. It hurts a little, but in a good way.

I manage to choke out a weak, quiet, and barely coherent “Please Daddy.”

He doesn’t seem amused. His dick, however, keeps inching its way towards my face. It’s only a matter of time before it touches the other side of my jaw.

I look at him with wide eyes.

I can see the rage in his eyes. His cock is rock solid now, and resting on my cheek. His lips are pursed, and his breath is shallow and quick, as if he’s struggling to think of what to do. I can feel the heat of his cock on my cheek, and it’s turning me on even more.

I know I can’t stall for much longer.

His grip on my jaw softens as I welcome his girth with my tongue.

My head is spinning, but I know what I want.

I begin slow, gently licking the tip and letting his pre-cum spread all over my tongue. His grip tightens again, but it doesn’t stop me. I know I can’t take him entirely in my mouth, so I begin using my tongue on his length. I place my hands on his thighs and place my lips on him, sucking gently. He’s too stunned to do anything.

I swirl my tongue around, feeling the veins and ridges of his shaft. It tastes slightly sweet, and feels increasingly creamy on my tongue as I spread his pre-cum down his shaft. I can tell he hasn’t washed himself since this morning, and I love the musky smell of his sweat. I continue to suck gently, allowing my saliva to cover his member at a steady pace. I can feel my salivary glands flaring up, surging more and more drool into my mouth.

It’s not long before every inch of his cock is drenched in my spit. Satisfied, I move back to the tip, and begin slowly kissing it as I let more saliva spill down his cock. I watch as some of it froths up on the way down, and I sense some of it pour onto my chin. I can feel his heartbeat on my tongue. I genuinely have no idea what I’m doing, and I’m probably not giving him much pleasure, but it feels hot nonetheless.

I close my eyes and let myself indulge.

It feels so naughty. I know that this is wrong. This is disgusting.

“What the fuck,” he starts, his shock now subsiding, “are you doing, Rachel? You have no idea how angry you’re making me.”

I don’t answer immediately. Instead, I gently open my eyes, and calmly stare at his ruggedly handsome face. I place my hands on his, reaching up with my left hand as I run my fingers over his left hand. I tug both of them towards the back of my head; I can barely move them first, but his muscles give in after a second. I make him wrap his hands around the back of my head, guiding his fingers to weave through my hair. Once they’re locked around me, I move my hands back onto the front of his thighs, feeling up his soft cotton pants.

“I really don’t. Why don’t you show me, Daddy?” I whisper as I pull my head back.

I keep eye contact as I pull my head away, leaving a thin strand of drool linking his tip to my mouth. I can see his cock throbbing from the corner of my eye, desperate for attention.

His face contorts between confusion and rage. He knows exactly what I mean. I know it. I can see his jaw clenching in frustration, his grip on my head tightening as he tries to regain control of the situation. He spends a few more seconds staring straight at me. We both know I’ve forced him into a corner.

He pulls me forward, forcing my mouth back on his cock. I moan into his dick, the vibration reverberating through his shaft. My tongue stops him halfway through.

He pulls me away, and I gasp for air. He slams himself into my face, hitting my tongue again. He lets out a groan as he pulls himself out one more time. I readjust my mouth, afraid he might hurt me if he keeps this up. Pulling me in once more, he pumps his hips into my mouth. This time, however, my teeth graze his cock as it makes its way down my throat, making him wince. He wheezes, pulling away almost immediately.

Before I can even take a breath, he raises his right hand, and swings it across my face.

I yelp as my head snaps to the side, held in place by his left hand as tears form in my eyes almost immediately. My ears don’t even stop ringing before his hand is on my messied jaw.

His fingers are pressed forcefully against my cheeks, somehow effortlessly gripping them despite the copious amounts of spit on them as my lips pucker against his hold on them. My heart skips a beat as he forces me to look back up at him. I can see the mix of regret and anger on his face through the tears blurring my vision.

“You can’t have it both ways, Rachel,” he starts, his voice icy cool, “if this is what you wanted, then you will do it properly. You were the one who started it, and you will be the one to end it. I am doing this to you because you brought this upon yourself. You understand that? This is YOUR fault.”

The tears in my eyes start to gush out as soon as I hear the last sentence. Everything he said is right, and that makes it feel even worse. My chest is heaving, my body shuddering under the pressure as my tears roll down my neck. His expression doesn’t change. He looks even more furious, as if he’s disgusted that I’m crying. I can’t even blame him.

I struggle to let out a barely audible, broken “Yes, Daddy…”

His expression still the same, he takes his hand off my chin, wiping the excess saliva on my face before taking it behind my head again. This time, however, he grabs my hair instead of the back of my skull.

He pulls it taut just above my scalp, yanking it a little as if to test its strength. I knew he wasn’t gonna hold back at all this time. This is the only way he could have any control now, after what I’ve done. I whimper a little, thinking I’ve gone too far, but we both know there’s no going back.

“Stick your tongue out. Now. If it goes back in, I will slap you. If I feel your teeth again, I will slap you. If you try to use your hands, I will slap you.”

I don’t think twice. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue, tears still rolling down my cheeks. I don’t think they’re gonna stop for a while. Slowly pulling his pants off, he lets his right hand let go of my hair for a second, wrenching my jaw open wider. My tongue hangs limply, stretching itself out past my lips. I can feel it dangling out of my mouth, a long string of drool trailing down onto my chest.

He places his cock on my tongue as he puts his right hand back where it was, tightly wound around my hair. I keep my mouth as wide as I can, even though sharp pain shoots through my jaw. I try to keep my upper teeth out of the way as he begins to move his hips towards my face.

The first thrust is slow, almost as if he’s testing to make sure the same mistakes aren’t repeated. He pushes in all the way to the back of my throat, and I suppress the urge to gag. I’ve still only taken half his length. Seeing it only makes me feel more hopeless, and I can feel my tears aggravating at the sight. I can only imagine how fucked up my makeup must be by now.

Satisfied with my performance, Daddy pulls himself back as he prepares to come in once again. This time, he doesn’t hesitate. His second thrust hits my throat hard, causing me to gag. I can feel my salivary glands fill up as they expel yet another wave of saliva onto his cock.

This only urges him to keep going, and I cannot do anything about it. The third, fourth, fifth, sixth thrusts are all a blur. The only thing I can do is look hopelessly at his eyes as the pain in my jaw and throat amplify with each pump.

He still doesn’t look satisfied. He pauses for a second, and when he resumes, he uses his hands instead of his hips, pulling my hair tight. His entire length plunges down my throat, instead of just stopping at the back. And I gag. I gag hard. Saliva floods my mouth, and he pulls out just enough to let me choke it all out onto him.

He barely waits for me to finish before thrusting back in, grabbing my hair tighter as he yanks me back and forth, fucking my mouth like it’s his toy.

He keeps his eyes on mine the entire time, watching the tears in my eyes grow, and the messy drool accumulating around my mouth. I let my neck go completely slack, letting him control my entire body.

I’m not giving him head anymore. He’s taking it.

My vision blurs with each thrust, as I can barely catch my breath between pumps. He’s going at full speed, his lower abdomen slamming into my face with a loud slapping sound.

My. Thoughts. Feel. Like. They. Stop. Between. Thrusts.

The only thing I can hear is the squelching sound of his dick ramming into my mouth. Or my mouth ramming onto his dick. I don’t even know anymore. My mind goes completely blank every time he pushes past the back of my throat.

And every time he pulls my head back a bit, all I can feel is the constant stress in my jaw. It doesn’t stop. He doesn’t stop.

I try to breathe through my nose, but his hard abdomen slaps against it, forcing all the air out.

My body starts to feel numb.

I can no longer control my tears, and it’s starting to become difficult to see him through the thick film of fluid clouding my eyes.

My head feels light and fuzzy, as if it’s a balloon ready to pop. His grip on my hair only gets tighter, and my scalp is starting to sting.

My own salivary juices are running down the sides of my mouth and pooling on my cleavage, creating a wet patch on my dress.

My vision is a complete blur, and I cannot hear anything but the constant, wet slapping sound echoing in my head.

I don’t know how long this goes on for. Time ceases to exist. The only thing that matters is that Daddy is satisfied.

I don’t know if I’m conscious or unconscious, all I can do is lie there and take it.

All I can feel is the dull aching in my jaw and the increasing mess on my face. It hurts, and yet I want more.

I cannot tell if it’s my imagination or not, but the tingling sensation in my panties is getting more intense.

I cannot tell if he’s going faster or slower.

I cannot tell if it’s his sweat, his pre-cum or my saliva that I’m tasting.

I cannot tell if he’s moaning or I am.

I cannot tell if his thrusts are getting harder or softer.

I cannot tell if the pounding in my skull is getting better or worse.

My throat is completely stuffed.

My jaw is completely slack.

My ears are ringing, and everything is spinning.

My head is completely empty.

I feel something warm and wet shoot deep down my throat. I don’t know how, but it’s somehow awakening my senses.

I can’t even swallow it. He’s pushed himself so far down my throat that it’s just… pouring straight down into my stomach. I can’t taste it, but the texture feels good, somehow.

I can feel his shuddering now, his veins rubbing against my lips.

I can hear his moaning as he pulls me into his crotch.

I can feel my nipples poking through the fabric of my dress.

After a while, Daddy’s cum starts to spill out of the corners of my mouth, but it’s still going strong. I can feel myself starting to choke and gag.

He reacts quickly, pulling out as I gasp for air as it starts spurting onto my face.

It tastes weird. Slightly salty, a bit tangy, and it has a faint metallic aftertaste. With a creamy texture. I don’t waste any time and immediately begin licking the cum off of his cock, desperate to take all of it into my mouth. He keeps pulling my hair, but all I can feel is the warmth spreading through my body. I let his cock rest on my face as I start to nuzzle his balls with my lips.

It feels so naughty. So disgusting. I don’t know why, but knowing that this is wrong and depraved turns me on even more.

I’m nothing but a cum-soaked, tear-stained, snotty, disgusting mess.

My jaw is still aching, and the tears haven’t stopped. I look up into his eyes, with my own left eye covered by his throbbing penis as I gently retract my lips from his skin.

I stutter a little before I can manage to speak. “D–Do you think I’m sexy, Daddy?” I rasp.

He lets go of my hair, letting his hands fall limp. His face is painted with regret. His lips pull into a trembling grimace.

He doesn’t answer.

He just stands there, breathing heavily as his softening cock slowly drips the last few drops of cum onto the bridge of my nose. The left side of my face is almost completely plastered in his cum.

His chest rises and falls with every breath. He knows he went too far, but I know I’m the one to blame. He’s been patient, responsible, and dependable my whole life, and he all the time knew what to do. But now all I can see in his eyes is uncertainty. And it’s all my fault. I keep pushing him too far.

I feel his hot cum covering my face, dripping down onto my chest. It’s slowly cooling on my skin, and my makeup is undoubtedly a complete mess.

A few seconds pass, and he manages to pull his lips into a fake smile.

“Of course you are, Baby. You are the prettiest girl I know.”

I smile weakly. “I’m sorry Daddy,” I whisper.

“I know,” he replies. His expression looks a lot less stern now, and slightly guilty.

I resume licking his cock clean, savoring the taste. Once I’m done, I bring my hand up to his crotch, slowly taking a hold of it before using it to wipe the mess off my face. After each stroke, I slide it past my lips and swallow whatever I’ve managed to accumulate on his penis.

The pain in my jaw and the sting on my scalp are still very much present. My throat hurts a lot, and I can already feel myself bruising. My body is sore, and my head is pounding, but I know what I should do. I can’t really bring myself to enjoy it, but it just feels right.

Once I can’t get anything more on his dick, I recline a little, placing my hands behind me as I try to catch my breath.

Daddy looks a little awkwardly at me. “Y–You’ve, uh, got a little…”

He reaches towards my face, swiping his thumb across my cheek instead of finishing his sentence. I move my lips towards his hand, sucking the thick glob of cum off of it as he grimaces.

“Was that your first time?”

He’s not stuttering anymore.

I reply after a moment of hesitation. “Yes Daddy.” I can feel my cheeks flushing.

He sighs, his expression softening a little. “Get up.”

I stand up, feeling the pain in my knees and calves as they strain themselves. I must have been on them for at least half an hour.

Before I can say anything, Daddy pulls me into a tight embrace. He doesn’t care that my face is still a mess. His arms wrap around me, and I lean into his chest. I can feel his heartbeat and the warmth of his body, and it makes me feel safe.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

I shed yet another tear. We both know it’s all my fault, yet he’s still taking the blame. I love him so much.

I wrap my arms around him, and bury my face into his chest.

I can feel the wet patches on my dress, and I can feel his body heat. I can hear his heart beating, and his breathing.

I can feel his scent enveloping me, and his arms wrapped around me.

It feels so good.

We stay there for a minute or two. It feels comfortable.

“Come,” he says, breaking the silence.

I follow him as he leads me to my bed, gesturing for me to sit. I do.

He grabs a box of tissues and kneels in front of me, taking a few and dabbing them gently on my face. I let him wipe the tear and mascara stains, the drool and the snot. I close my eyes and relax.

I cannot help but notice the way he touches me. His fingers are soft, but his palms are firm and rough.

It’s a strange contrast.

Once he’s done, he leans in close, pulling my dress up before sitting behind me. I can feel his legs behind mine, his hands wrapping around my waist. He rolls me onto the bed so that he’s spooning me. I can feel his hot breath against the back of my neck. It sends shivers down my spine.

His fingers discover their way to my thighs, and I can feel him rubbing them slowly. His hands feel so nice, and his touch feels so warm. It doesn’t take long for his hands to move to the hem of my panties, and for his fingers to slowly tug at them. They’re completely soaked in sweat… and not-sweat.

He moves his left leg to push my legs aside, giving him room to move his hands to the front. My breath catches in my throat as his hands slide over my thighs and into my panties.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

“Y–Yes Daddy.”

His fingers begin playing with my pussy, and it takes less than a second for him to realize that I’m already completely soaked. His fingers rub over my clit, sending electric jolts through my body. It feels so good.

My panties are absolutely soaked. My entire body is shaking. He begins to move his fingers up and down, rubbing against the tip of my clit. I’ve touched myself before, but I’m nowhere as good as he is. It’s too much.

I moan, trying desperately to keep quiet.

He keeps going, his fingers moving faster and faster, pressing harder and harder.

I cannot take it.

It feels so good, but it’s so embarrassing. I cannot control myself, and I begin writhing and squirming in his arms.

“Shhh,” he whispers. “It’s okay. Just let go.”

“B–But, Daddy, I’m so—”

“Just let go, Baby.”

And I do. I stop resisting and just let myself enjoy it.

His fingers are relentless, and the pleasure is almost too much to handle.

I cannot help but break down sobbing.

My body spasms uncontrollably as he rubs my clit. My hips are buckling against his, and I stop trying to control my desperate moans.

I cannot believe I’m actually enjoying this. I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s so much.

I cannot take it.

He keeps going, and I feel the tension create up in my body. I know it’s only a matter of time until I reach the breaking point.

My toes curl up, and my back arches. I cannot breathe.

It’s too much.

He knows I’m close, and he knows exactly how to push me over the edge. His fingers move faster, and I can feel the tension in my body reaching its peak.

I cannot take it.

My body jerks, and my eyes roll back. I let out a long, low whimper, and my mind goes blank. I can feel Daddy take his hands out of my underwear, pulling it back in place as I wail into his arms.

My thighs are quivering hopelessly, and I can’t stop myself from sobbing. All I can do is cry and shake.

“It’s alright, Baby,” he coos, “everything is fine.”

We lay there for a while, with me sobbing into his arms and him caressing me. It feels comforting, and that makes me feel even worse. I don’t deserve this.

Slowly, my sobs fade out, and all I can hear is our breathing.

We just stay like that, neither of us saying anything. Daddy’s hugging me the way he used to when I had nightmares. It’s… strangely comforting.

It feels so innocent, as if nothing wrong ever happened. It’s as if we never crossed a line that wasn’t meant to be crossed. But I know our lives will never be the same again.

I don’t even bother asking him to help me take my dress off. I feel hot and icky, but in a good way, somehow. It’s a weird, dirty sensation.

I can feel his chest pressed against my back. His legs are tangled up with mine. My panties are wet and sticky, and his fingers are still covered in my juices as he brushes them against my thighs.

I’m too tired to say anything, but part of me knows I wouldn’t, even if I had the energy. I just close my eyes, and let Daddy put me to sleep.

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