Im having a blast with these shitty little one-shots. I don’t edit (or only very lightly) and I stop writing when I’m over it... so they’re not very good. I can’t write the caliber of erotica I’m looking for... yet. Maybe if I churn a few more of these out, I’ll get some inspiration. Anyway, this one I might want to tweak a bit if I ever revisited. Not super happy with it, didn’t end up being as kinky as I was hoping. I have mixed feelings about ddlg shit.

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He waited until he thought I was asleep before easing my bedroom door open. The stale, heady scent of marijuana leaked in from the hallway. I was breathing deeply but awake; something had felt off since I’d returned home from Momma’s engagement party. I’d slipped past Daddy, passed out (so I thought) on the couch with a steaming bong and beer cans, to the hallway with our bedrooms and shared bathroom. I’d locked the bathroom door when I stripped my party dress and garters, stepped into the spray of the shower to bathe. I didn’t exactly think my father would push into my bathroom, to see my naked body, but then again- here he was now. Standing in the doorway, frozen but weaving.


Daddy lurched forward and his hand fell from the doorknob. He nudged the door closed with one heel; the click is apparently louder than expected. He grunted. I kept my eyes shut and tried to relax my quickening breath as the light cast over my eyelids from the hall disappeared. Daddy shuffled closer and the old floorboards beneath my fluffy pink rug creaked. I don’t know how he believed was asleep. Perhaps it’s vodka the I can now smell on him. Or just wishful thinking. Either way, his hand was steady as he brushed his fingertips along the bare skin of my bicep.


He’s emboldened when I don’t move. He caressed my arm, rubbed my shoulder. I stirred then, muttering “Daddy?”


He bent his face over mine and pressed his soft lips to my forehead. “Shhh, kitten…” Daddy whispered in my ear, and he nipped my lobe with his teeth. Daddy had never let me pierce my ears, no matter how much I cried and cajoled. He traded me Build-a-Bears and per fish, Nintendo games and huge blow-our fights with my “it’s her body!” mother. He said it was just his preference and refused to explain any further.


Daddy’s tongue flicked against my lobe and he pulled it between his teeth a moment more before he yanked his mouth away. His chest heaved and he blew a heavy, dank breath into my face. I understood why he didn’t want my ears pierced. “Baby girl,” Daddy murmured. His hand found my cheek. My bed groaned and his knee dented my mattress, right at my hipbone. “It’s been a long, bad night… and a really hard few months…”


I frowned. “I’m sorry Daddy, I-“


He cupped my chin in his hand and closed my lips with his thumb. “Shut the fuck up, baby.” My tongue flicked out, tracing my lips around his thumb. My stomach lurched, spreading warmth around my bellybutton. “I really wish, after everything your mother did to me, to YOU-“ Daddy roared and his fist hit the headboard above my head. I jumped, my sleepiness vanishing. Daddy sighed and brushed my hair, pulling my face towards his chest. “I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry… Shh…. I won’t do that again…. I’m just so angry and tense….” His voice lowered, grew more solemn, and his arm tightened where it held my cheek to his stomach. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. “You understand, don’t you baby? You get tense too, right? You need to let off some steam. Your mother is so stressful…”


My mind flashed back to earlier in the evening, before Momma had picked me up for the party. She’d vetoed my outfit at the last second- AFTER she’d already said yes to it! She said that because she was wearing a short skirt, I couldn’t wear jeans or she would look like more of a slut than me. Which, for the record, she is. I wanted to wear the jeans because we live in fucking Ohio and it’s fucking October, but instead I wore the hussy beach babe shorts Momma wanted me to and I just about froze my pussy lips together.


“I heard you before, talking to Pia. About your whore mother, forcing you to comply with her every whim, as per usual. My poor baby girl…” I knew Daddy was home all day, and I’d been ranting over the phone about it to my best friend, but I didn’t know he listened. He seemed so… aloof. Angry, all the time. Hell, he was angry now. “You understand what I mean. Why don’t we let off some of that steam, baby?”


That gets my attention for sure. I sit bolt upright and swing my head to look right at my drunk father. I am suddenly very aware that I’m not wearing panties under the oversized shirt I slept in. The oversized shirt being one of Daddy’s, because how cliche, how perfect. I couldn’t deny I hadn’t fantasized about the idea of this, my Daddy propositioning me. Was that what this was? “Daddy..?” I whispered, hoarse. “Wha- what’re you saying?”


Daddy bit his lip and ran his knuckles along my cheek. “You’re so beautiful and innocent, kitten.” He muttered. I’ve begun to notice a slight slurring to his words. “Sso ssexy… and so much like your whore mother. Your stupid, cheating, cunt of a sonofabitch whore mother-“


Daddy’s temper tips over the edge.


The hand brushing so tenderly over my cheek grabbed a fistful of my long, dark hair. I shriek and my hands naturally scramble up to my burning scalp; Daddy slaps them away with his free hand then backhands me right across my face. My nose cracks and I begin to cry. “Shut up. Shut the fuck up. Shut up, shut up!” Daddy hisses the last command in my ear. I snorted my tears and snot up and shut up eyes against the dull ache in my nose, my scalp, my cheek. Daddy caressed my burning cheek. “Try to be quiet, baby.”


Daddy slapped one of my many pillows over my face. I can feel his strong hand atop it, pressing the fluffy synthetic fur into my face. I don’t know exactly why he does it, but I don’t fight it. I know it’s wrong, but I’m horny and frustrated from a bad day, too. I don’t want Daddy to stop. I hoped he’d put his face down between my thighs, or run his hands over my budding breasts or pussy, but instead the bed dipped and rolled around me as my Daddy climbed over me. He kept one hand one hand on the pillow over my face and pinned one of my knees to the bed with one of his own. He stretched my other leg up, my foot up over his shoulder, and I swore I could feel the head of his meaty cock poking- yes! “Oh, I’ve been fucking dreaming of this,” Daddy groaned, and he sunk his thick cock into my virgin hole.


Daddy was not kind to me. He was drunk, furious with my hussy Momma and reminded of it by the party, and that rage came out as he pounded my hound slit. He began mashing the pillow harder on my face as he slammed my pussy, and though it wasn’t restricting my breathing his rough grip was irritating my already sore nose. Then the jackhammering of his thick cock, though helped along by my wet pussy at first, started a dull ache deep inside my pelvis. I whimpered, “Daddy-“ under the pillow.


He froze and seemed to return to himself for a second. Daddy tossed the cushion away and he brushed my tears away with his thumb. He started gently thrusting into me. Daddy picked up my hand from the bed and swirled his tongue around my first two fingers. My toes curled and some of the ache inside me subsided. Daddy brought my fingers, wetted with my saliva, down to my clit. I understood and rolled the nub of my clit under my lubed fingers. Daddy gripped my ankle and my small titty and the rhythm of his hips sped up. I could see his veiny cock disappearing inside me, then reappearing gleaming with my juices. Daddy’s cock was really slamming into me, pounding my tight cunt. I could even feel his balls slapping my ass with every lunge forward.


I pulled my nipples and bit my thumb, staring up at my Daddy as he fucked me. He was watching himself fuck me, but he felt my gaze on him and glance up. He met my grin. “That’s my good girl. You like Daddy’s cock, baby?” I nodded and his smile widened. “Tell me how much. How much do you like Daddy’s cock, baby girl?”


I reached up and looped my hand around Daddy’s neck, pulling him closer. It had the unfortunate effect of pulling his thick cock away from me, but I could also press my lips to Daddy’s and whisper, “I was a virgin, Daddy… I gave you my virginity. I love your hard cock.”


The first time I said the word, Daddy’s eyes widened. The second time I said virgin, he began stroking into me. Long, deep, with my body folded near in half beneath him. His breath was ragged. “I love you, kitten,” He growled in my ear, and we both felt the pulse in my pussy in response. We approached orgasm together; his hand on my raise leg slid down to grip my ass and pull me closer to his groin, push his cock deeper into my tight, pulsating cunt. I dropped my head back as my breasts heaved.


“I love you too, Daddy,” I breathed, and I came as he shot his seed deep inside me.

 

Very hot! Please keep writing! Can't wait to read more!