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Im standing naked before my my father, who sits in his recliner. I’m wearing jewelry: a collar and nipple clamps. Daddy’s fully dressed.

He crooks a finger, beckoning me forward. I step closer. “Bend over my lap, naughty girl,” he says, and I obey him.

His hand plays in circles over my buttocks. “Spread your legs for your father,” he continues hoarsely.

My eyes roll and my hips buck. “Yes Daddy.” I brace my palms on the floor.

“That’s it, princess. Now arch your back.” I obey. His circling hand moves lower, onto my cunny. Daddy’s hand is warm, his fingers rough. His hand pulls back.

And makes swift, firm contact with my pussy. Blood rushes to my cunny and I surge forward, almost falling. I correct my stance, gasping and moaning. I feel hot and swollen. My nipples sting and throb in their clamps.

“FUCK. Daddy,” I moan gutterally. “Please.. more!”

“What do you say?” Daddy plays absently with my asshole.

“I’m a dirty little whore for my father.” I push back against his fingers.

“Yes,” he says. “Yes you are.” Again, his hand circles down. He squeezes my cunny briefly, then gives me three measured, even strikes.

My hips are working. I’m moaning in desire. Daddy’s hand falls away. “Close your legs,” he says. I know what’s coming. I share my weight and brace myself.

WHACK! Daddy’s slap to my ass resounds around the room. I know he’s left a Daddy sized raised red handprint on my cheek. I pitch forward but am braced against Daddy’s legs so I don’t tumble over his lap. The slap stings like hell. I swear I felt it in my asshole and cunt and clit. Daddy squeezes and kneads my my ass cheek, making it sting and burn. My nipples flare.

“Is Daddy’s sexy bitch ever going to spy on him again?”

I’m surprised by the sheer lust dripping from my chuckle. “Oh yes, Daddy,” I whisper, breathless.

“Didn’t hear that, princess. Try again.” His hand pauses. “Say it again for your father.”

“Yes, Daddy, yes!” I cry out. I yell with each impact. Soon my yells are screams of ecstasy.

NSFW: yes

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