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A Colonel's Daughter
by Sumddy (sumddy@gmail.com)
***
It started when she was a young girl. Now Lana longs for
her father's discipline and he gives it to her almost
every night. (Mf, ped, inc, mast, spank, d/s)
***
It started becoming erotic when she was just twelve.
Lana touched herself almost every night now to fantasies
of her father, the Colonel, a strict disciplinarian
she'd developed an insatiable fantasy for imagining him
going past just reprimanding her.
Generally a kind man, it was when he became stern with
her Lana she thought about, that made her warm inside,
that made her hunger for it. She would get so hot, so
wet with anticipation purposely doing things to be
scolded for, and then the waiting for him to find her,
to scold her, to punish her, all was, well, so
perversely delicious she'd quiver and shake building a
nervous sexual energy anticipating, plotting, how she'd
provoke him again, and again.
Thrilling, her little secret, her father giving her
pleasure he didn't even know he was giving her, her
secret, that none of the house help knew, that made
little Lana so hot and wet her nipples would tingle and
become erect and hurt as she awaited being reprimanded
for one thing or another.
He was in her, his voice making her body hum. Tonight
she was especially horny, her pussy hot and tingling
deep inside her belly; she'd have to resist rubbing
herself off, the tension so utterly amazingly hot,
building in her to the point where she intended to prod
him further, curl her lip at him, to set him off.
For years she would run back to her bedroom her bottom
red and stinging through her dress, the silken burning
impressions of her father's bare hand stinging red,
thrusting her fingers inside her knickers, cumming
almost immediately to images of her father spanking her,
scolding her, putting her in her place.
She'd drop her knickers and turn to see in the mirror
the welts he'd left on her little bottom, his
fingertip's wrapped so terribly around her legs, her
soft hips, satisfied and pleased with herself, the
burning wounds a badge, his fury, his power, burning
deep inside her hot little cunt.
She'd go riding after to prolong and re-injure her
bottom, aching from the bruises as she bounced on the
wide back of her horse. The pain compelling her to rub
harder into the saddle, making herself cum harder,
especially in front of her riding trainer, the woman
oblivious trying to correct Lana not realizing her words
were pushing Lana over the edge.
Even as Lana shuddered and thrust into the saddle,
banging into the horse's gait, to images of her father
lashing her legs, her bottom, even her back. She came,
to the long leather reins dangling into her groin,
lapping at her through her thin white cotton riding
pants pulling so tightly between her legs, her nipples
so swollen and hot they could burst, her hot little cunt
bouncing into the leather saddle.
She couldn't admit it even to herself at first, that her
rebelliousness, her hostility, her anger, was her denial
of how much her own father turned her on, and her
inability to openly acknowledge it to herself that she
wanted him to reign her in, that she wanted him to take
control of her, that she wanted him to stop her served
to enflame her all the more. That he could, turned her
on so much she didn't know exactly what she wanted, her
frustration mounting, her having to bury her fingers
inside herself, pulling at her nipples, images of her
father's stern face making her cum.
She knew she was being difficult, she couldn't stop
herself, fearing if she wasn't she'd lose all control;
the intention to provoke kept her from going fully into
the chaos admitting she would want him even without
giving him reason, fearing he would reject her desire to
be openly punished for no reason other than the sheer
ecstatic pleasure of it, even if he didn't know.
He often threw her over his knee telling her she had
become an impetuous child, when really she was
manipulating him into again pulling her over his lap,
sometimes twice in one day.
Though she struggled, though she yelled and screamed at
him to let her go, it's what she wanted, her flowered
panties soaked through by the time he let her off his
lap.
Sometimes she'd struggle so much, so that her dress
would ride high enough over her bottom that it didn't
pad the blows, her father's hand making direct contact
with her pantied-bottom, sometimes with the backs of her
bare legs. Sometimes she'd try to move just as his hand
was coming down, in hopes he'd touch her directly
between her legs, or wriggle just so, tempting him,
knowing he must see the wet stain of her panties between
her flailing legs, wishing, willing him to press his
fingers into her hot wet pink little slit under her
panties. The mere thought would make her arch her back,
cum on the very next blow of his big hand.
Sometimes he'd just lecture or scold her, which she
equally enjoyed, each and every word getting her closer.
How she'd stand there in front of him, seemingly
listening to him but really just focusing on the warm
sensation sweeping through her belly the tone and
temperament of his voice causing her mind to reel, her
nipples to grow hot, the feeling deep in her belly she
relished, the sensation of her getting wet so
incrementally powerful it almost became like prayer,
wanting him to know.
Her arousal was so plain to her it made her angry at him
for not noticing, for not responding, at herself for
feeling the way she did, for having the thoughts she
did; how dare he turn her on like this, how dare he not
make her cum, how dare he make her so hot, how dare she
have these thoughts at all.
***
Coming back from college during break, Lana remembered
perfectly when all this began.
From the time she was little, she'd witness, first with
her stepmother, and the staff, the men who would come to
the house, how it began to turn her on, the power her
father wielded, how he took charge.
That was the phrase she'd repeat to herself in her
thoughts.
How he took charge.
She'd tell herself anything to deny it made her wet,
that final barrier, father and daughter.
The Colonel at some point realized the affect his
scolding had on his lovely Lana.
He'd observed her drift off as he raised his voice, how
her eye-lids would half close, how she unselfconsciously
rubbed her legs together her hands clasped in front of
her.
He recognized she would run to her bedroom afterward, a
ritual. He knew fairly quickly that, her moans and
whimpers emitting from inside her closed door, echoing
from down at the end of the long hall, were not though
tears and sobs.
He could tell what his words did to her. When with her
hands clasped in front of her she would squeeze her
shoulders together, how her nipples mounded through her
blouse, how she'd tighten her arms, her shoulders
turning inward as if she were trying to rub her upper
arms over her nipples, which she was, without being
aware she was, or to even realize her father would
notice, as if he'd never seen a woman as aroused as she
was, as if he wouldn't himself be aroused.
He saw how as he'd raise and lower his voice, she'd
press the heels of her palms against her mons, the
slight turns of her hands so obviously rubbing the cleft
of her slit, the creamy wet slipperiness already between
her legs as she pressed against her swelling clit
through her fitted skirt. He did see how wet her panties
were; he did imagine touching her, worried she would
feel how hard he was under her warm soft little belly
over his lap.
Lana knew she was touching herself in front of her
father, however, she thought inconspicuously, she didn't
believe her father knew. When he asked if she understood
why he was scolding her, she'd just nod, sometimes
purring a slight "Nnnnhnn, yes, Daddy" in answer,
already drifting into that place, already her eyelashes
fluttering, her face flush, fully knowing she hadn't at
all, which was perfectly fine for her father, he would
have reason to scold her again.
Lana didn't realize how her father had also taken to
clasping his hands in front of him as he reprimanded
her. How he hid his erection behind his tightly tailored
suit-jacket covering his waist. The harder he became,
the louder or more severe his scolding would become, and
how sometimes he'd become so powerfully intense Lana's
legs would tangle under her as she came in shuddering
concentrated little waves right in front of her father.
He could detect the scent of her warm sex, and once,
himself rubbing his cock with the heel of his palm, his
hands clasped in front of him, he came, right there in
his slacks, right in front of Lana, her eyes closed,
only realizing something had changed when his voice
changed momentarily to a groan snapping her out of her
own reverie. Lana opened her eyes, her father trying in
vain to recover; they looked at each other and he knew
she saw. Everything was different from then on.
Before long, they both became practiced. Lana's father
intoned each word with perfected pitch until Lana's eyes
would close altogether, her lips slightly parted, her
breathing deep and ragged while he rubbed his cock
brazenly in front of her. His one hand clasping the
wrist of the other, his free hand openly squeezing,
rubbing, pulling on his engorged cock through his slacks
his scolding a certain perfected choreography. He
watched his daughter react, her body shake and quiver,
her lips tremble, how hard his cock would get when she'd
bite her lower lip listening to his chastising.
Lana too was brazenly rubbing herself behind her clasped
hands, her little fingers turned upward behind her
clasped hands, rubbing, sliding back and forth through
the cleft of her damp little slit, over her clit, her
panties increasingly wet under her long thin summer
dress pulled tight at her waist. It was as if with her
eyes closed he couldn't see her dress clinging to her,
pulled tight into the v of her groin, her hips almost
imperceptibly rocking, her body subtly jerking and
shaking to the damning music of his voice.
Before long, they were essentially collaborating in
their mutually relished performance. Lana would act out,
to be punished. Her father would invent new ways, new
scenarios by which they could bring each other off
without touching one another, or admitting this was what
they were both doing.
That unspoken thrill of pretending the other didn't know
charged their relationship with an electricity other's
didn't recognize for what it was.
***
A year after she had graduated from Oxford, Lana came
home to help care for her sick aunt. One evening the
Colonel wanted to talk to her about how she had treated
her stepmother at a recent family gathering.
The way the Colonel approached her, the way he said it
the look on his face was like an erotic jolt brushing
through Lana's awareness. So many memories came flooding
back. She felt little again, felt her heart race, her
pulse quickening, the slipperiness between her legs
return, her breasts humming with electric tingles. She
became suddenly self-consciously aware, fearful she'd be
discovered when her father already knew, her pussy
quivering, her nipples so suddenly hot, her breasts so
suddenly swollen, burning, the familiar slippery warmth
now pouring from between her legs.
Lana flushed and nodded, looking into her father's eyes
with a mixture of sumptuous erotic excitement and
imploring anticipation. The Colonel felt his cock
hardening, rising in his dark slacks, his balls tingling
hot so full of cum for his little girl.
Behind closed doors in her father's study, the Colonel
said he didn't think she was really hearing him when he
was reprimanding her. His pauses were intentional,
deliberate, watching, studying Lana's expressions,
knowing he was taking her to that place again. He told
her it was time she receive a more thorough punishment,
and watched as his daughter's body visibly shook.
Lana was already wet being called into the Colonel's
study, following him, now, these years later, her entire
body humming with excitement. She looked straight ahead,
at her father, but inside, she was a churning well of
heated perverse arousal. It had been a long time since
her father had punished her. She'd missed it. She'd
tried to provoke boyfriends that way, but none of them
understood. She was so surprised and so intensely
aroused she felt herself become so aroused she felt
light headed, as if in a dream. She felt her breasts
swell under her blouse and her nipples become even
harder, achingly desperate to be pinched and pulled like
she would do in bed at night, almost every night
dreaming of her father.
She looked toward the Colonel, into his eyes and then
demurely looking down, wondering whether he saw how hard
her nipples were, whether he could smell her heat,
whether he saw her rubbing the heels of her palms into
her pubis, how she turned her wrists so subtly to press
into her clit, her father, a certain nervous sexual
energy in her that he picked up on, that she was unable
to harness, to restrain, to keep hidden that brought our
a beast in him she recognized and longed for.
The Colonel began.
He couldn't after all let her, his daughter, go on to
marry still behaving as she was, could he, that, she
couldn't go on to behave this way with her husband, or
her husband would have to punish her as well.
Lana shuddered, her nervous sexual energy radiating from
her like pheromones, imagining how wonderful that would
be, her father and her future spouse both punishing her
how she'd find ways to be deserving of both; she saw
herself still returning to her father's house, even
after she was married.
Her father saw her body's long familiar natural reaction
to his words, his voice the signal of her nervous
energy; his cock ached, hard and throbbing under his
slacks, hidden by his suit jacket. He was as excited as
Lana, his cock dripping pre-cum, knowing what Lana
didn't know.
He delighted in little had changed. He had jerked off so
many times thinking about her while she was away at
school, images of his daughter, disciplined, obedient,
kneeling in front of him, asking him, to take him into
her mouth, his beautiful daughter, sucking his cock, her
wild sexual energy, her need to please him, to suck him
harder, to make him cum in her beautiful warm little
mouth.
Lana nodded, a faraway look in her eyes.
"Good girl," he said abruptly "then we should begin your
training immediately."
Lana's eyelids fluttered, she felt flush hearing him say
"My good girl." Yes, she would be his good girl.
It started with the Colonel scolding her much as before,
but now, standing in the middle of the study, the door
closed and locked, as she would glance at him he would
increasingly stringently tell her to stare straight
ahead. Her nipples throbbed. He’d not been this
demanding before.
He would walk around her his voice raising and lowering,
sometimes booming causing Lana's insides to quiver as
he'd brush against her, sometimes even bump against her
bottom the touch sending waves of vibrating feelings
between her legs causing her to draw in her breath.
Her father hearing the shuddering escape of air from his
daughter, her sighs, felt his cock ache and throb as he
passed close enough to smell her sexual heat. He longed
for that moment each day.
Sometimes he would tell her to stand with her hands
clasped behind her; he didn’t want her able to touch
herself. He'd brush by her, purposefully dragging his
shoulder across her swollen hot nipples, their both
pretending he wasn't purposefully letting his fingers
dangle and touch so perversely close to his daughter’s
cunt, her hips always pushing toward his hand as if she
weren't.
Lana couldn't have anticipated her father the next day
in his study telling her to bend over. She thought at
first to spank her, and she felt that delicious
anticipation course through her, wanting to raise her
dress rather than feel his hand through the material,
waiting for his next command.
His plans for her though had become even more refined.
She did as he told her, unselfconsciously spreading her
legs to shoulder width, locking her knees, and bending
from her waist, waiting for the first strike of his
hand, her hands on the wooden back of a chair, her
fingers curling around it, tightening, as her father's
voice sent wave after wave of delicious, vibrating
humming surges through her.
She became aware of the air movement of his passing by
her flowing up under her skirt, between her spread legs,
felt it tantalizingly swish up between and across her
inner thighs, her skirt tight around her legs, hugging
her soft little bottom, her thighs, her pussy underneath
warm and wet.
He just made her stand their like that, chastising her,
telling her how she would indeed comply with his wishes,
her bottom finally slowly swaying, her knees bending
under the weight of her arousal, her hips subtly
rotating, gyrating at the air, at his words, at the
image of her father's steely hard erection under his
dark slacks burning through her closed eyes. Her panties
soaking damp and warm, her pussy dripping wet under her
skirt, Lana was already cumming, the sheer pleasure of
him demanding it of her, and him watching. The next
time, she didn't wear panties.
Day after day, week after week, the scolding became a
daily event. There was no longer reason for her to be
punished. They both, father and daughter, began to need
it, crave it, anticipate it, and Lana found herself
looking at her father during the day, imploring, looking
to him to signal when it was time, every scolding an
escalating repertoire of her father's increasingly
creative demands, and Lana's uncompromising willingness,
within and under the pretense of her being scolded, for
her future well-being.
One day, Lana sensed something different was going to
happen, and she was right. She realized he’d brought her
all along to this one place, this one moment. He had her
stand, this time a few feet away from the wall, facing
the wall.
Her father's voice moved around the room behind her,
back and forth, getting closer and closer until he was
standing behind her, his front pressed to her, touching
her, the closest he'd ever stood. She didn't dare look
behind her. Unmovable he pressed himself firmly against
her bottom, his chest against her shoulders, his
whispering hot growling voice right at her ear each
whispering cruelty a loving slap causing her to quiver
and shake as if she'd been physically struck, her knees
weakening, her freshly shaven cunny tingling and
dripping wet, her breathing deep and hard, her entire
body alight with brimming pleasure.
He threatened that he would have to take greater
measures to assure her obedience, and she almost lost
her balance. She could feel the heat of his breath, his
intensity, his intention, the hardness of his cock
pressing through the folds of her pleated skirt, against
her bottom, and she again shuddered with a renewed
wicked, heated excitement.
She felt herself flush, her perspiring, and her father
noticed, too. She could barely breathe, her legs parted,
her cunny bare and hot and dripping wet under her skirt,
surprised, as her father suddenly tapped the length of
the crop he often carried against the outside of her
calf. He stepped back, tapped it on her soft hot skin,
then harder, the leather stinging, against her outer
thigh telling her to bend over as he had before, and
Lana, naked under her skirt, her pussy quivering did as
she was told, pressing her fingertips to the wall, her
bottom pushing back fully into her father's raging hard
cock, her tight skirt so firmly gloving her soft little
bottom pressed up on her high heels.
The Colonel continued talking, his thighs against the
backs of hers, his legs pushing into the backs of her
legs preventing her from moving. Their shared heat moist
and hot and pulsing, transferring into each other, his
groin pressing into her soft bottom, her hot little
cunt, his cock standing upright under his slacks pressed
firmly between her legs, his thickness pushing through
the lips of her pussy radiating her feminine heat, the
Colonel rubbed himself flagrantly into his daughter's up
thrust bottom, rubbed himself over her heated cunt
separated only by the thin material of their clothing,
their shared slight movements becoming purposeful,
subtle, albeit "unintentional."
At one point Lana was so aroused she could barely stand.
She bent further over until her father's erection rubbed
forcefully against and into her dripping wet sex, her
skirt now stained where he pressed into her. As she
leaned even further forward, her palms against the wall,
her fingers spread and bent back to support her, she
could see only the texture of the red-orange fabric
wall-covering. Her forehead pressed to the wall, her hot
breaths taking away all of her oxygen, she noticed how
tactile it was as she spun in her own heat, her palms
sweating, her arms shaking, the texture of the wall
keeping her from sliding.
Her breath ragged, she leaned forward enough that she
broke contact with her father's groin. Startled, her
eyes blinking open, the sudden disconnect, she wasn't
sure what would happen as he stepped back. Lana,
intrepidly looking behind her, watched her father raise
the crop and gushed out a breath of extraordinary
pleasure at the sound of it crashing through the air.
Gushed as it snapped against the right cheek of her
bottom, as it whipped across the back of her leg, slow,
deliberate, methodical, unmerciful. Quivered waiting for
the next blow, as he again, and again whipped her, like
a beast, savaging her animal body twisting in pain and
pleasure. She reeled in an ecstatic slow motion, her
body contorting one way and then the next from each
swatting blow, the burn ricocheting inside her,
fomenting her already insatiable desire for him, for her
powerful father.
The Colonel stopped long enough that she could
straighten back up when she felt him slide the stiff
leather crop up the inside of her calves to the back of
her knee, unrelenting. The feeling itself tickled right
through her hot little cunt, to her swollen aching
breasts. Then he slid it along the inside of her other
inner thigh, offering a slight tap, and another,
signaling her to spread her legs further. He slid the
crop higher under her dress, his breathing behind her
and as ragged as her own, upward, touching her inner
thighs, sliding it up and down her tingling hot skin,
along her soft tender flesh. Lana was trembling, shaking
with lust, cumming yet again.
The Colonel wasted no time stepping forward as she
succumbed to her orgasm, pressed against her as she bent
further over. He shimmied her legs further apart with
the side of his leather shoes against hers her legs
further apart to allow him more access to her dripping
hot sex.
Lana felt the head of the Colonel's cock protruding up
and out from his slacks, touching up under the loose
fabric of her skirt, pressing the fabric taut and
bending her dress around the curve of her bottom,
bumping, sliding, probing his daughter's spread open
cunt with his solid hard erection again threatening to
push through the thin fabric of their clothes.
Lana bent her knees, lowering herself then raising,
rubbing her bottom on her father's cock. She heard
herself breathing, her sex vibrating, the slit of her
pussy swollen and hot, slippery wet, her heart pounding,
her father's breaths making her turn her face toward
him. She wanted his mouth. She wanted him to kiss her,
now, to kiss him, to slide her tongue into her father's
mouth, for him to put his tongue in hers. It was the
final perverse barrier between what would come next. She
wanted to taste him, her father's kiss. She wanted his
hard throbbing prick pressing into her sex, in her warm
mouth.
Not having worn panties or a bra either this particular
day, Lana was acutely aware of how her breasts jostled,
shook under her blouse, swayed, rubbing, her nipples
hot, and aching and swollen. How the material caressed
them, touching so softly the tender swollen flesh of her
breasts, so sensually against the inside of her silk
blouse, her fathers cock rubbing, pushing, grinding into
her swollen hot wet cunt, pushing between her legs.
She held back her moans until she couldn't any longer,
gushing, a long awaited "Nnnnnggghh, Daddy, yesss" her
juices running down the insides of her legs, her father
pressing against her from behind.
She felt and then saw her father slide his crop along
her sleeved arm, watched it slide back to touch to her
cheek, just inches from her eye, and then slide along
her outer upper arm, under, using the flexible stick to
rub, touch, and grope her swollen hot breasts.
Lana was now openly grinding back against her father's
cock, arching her back to raise her bottom so his cock
would touch more of her, her father touching her swollen
hot breasts with the crop, her rubbing her breasts
against the long hard stick, her barely able to hold
herself from the wall with her shaking arms.
She couldn't stand it, her father at last touching her
breasts, wanting his hands, but salivating at the way he
teased her, tormented her. She felt so hot, so alive, so
hungry she rubbed and rolled her chest into the crop,
dragged her nipples across it, a surrogate for his
hands, her bare naked breasts under the thin silk blouse
sliding, swaying, rubbing against the stick. Her
father's cock-head pushing up against her, her father
sliding the crop between her breasts, she pressed her
shoulders together to capture it between her throbbing,
aching breasts, so deliriously tempted to take its
leather tip in her mouth as it slid up and down between
her breasts, as it came so close to her face, to her
open mouth.
Seeing her lips open for it, her father put the leather
tip to his daughter's lips, his hand and the crop
sliding up between her breasts. Lana licked it,
erotically, like it was her father's cock. Lana wanted
to turn him on. She wanted to be his lover. She wanted
to be her father's willing little whore; it made her
even wetter to let go, to be so utterly sexually
uninhibited, released at last by her father, to him, for
him as he reached around her pulling her breasts
together with his arm and hand, squeezing them around
the riding crop as he ground his cock into his
daughter's bottom.
So heated, she couldn't hold herself out from the wall
anymore. Her father's weight pressing into her, Lana let
his weight lean her hard into the wall, the side of her
face pressed to the fabric wall-covering, her father
pressing her even harder against it, her breath hot
against the red-orange texture, her breasts smashed up
against it too. The crop squeezed between her aching
swollen tits, her father's knuckles rolling between her
tit flesh, she thrust her bottom out at her father, his
cock grinding into her cunt, his hips pushing into her
bottom, his voice an exciting sexual growl, telling Lana
what she would have to do, to please her husband, to be
a good wife, an obedient wife, a good daughter, to know
she had power in this too, instructing her how to best
use it.
Little by little Lana slid her hands down the wall, her
father thrusting his cock against her, until at some
point she got up the nerve, the courage, to reach behind
her, to the small of her back, to feel the head of her
father's cock in her palm.
She heard him groan as her little hand wrapped around
him. She felt him slide it up and down through her fist,
directing it to the groove of her dress pressed into her
burning hot sex, raising her bottom, against her hot
seething cunt, closing her fingers as it passed through
her hand, trapping it in her downturned fist. She felt
so powerful, her father’s lover, his cock so hot and
hard through the thin material of his slacks it took her
breath away.
Her father's chest so hot on her back, his breaths like
a wild animal, she slid her hand further down until her
fingertips curled under his hot cum-filled balls, his
groan making her quiver and shake, his length sliding up
and down through her open hand, along her wrist.
Her father leaned into her, leaned into the wall, his
arms and hands on either side of Lana holding himself
against the wall, grinding his cock into her hand, his
voice deep, and resonant and hoarsely dry.
"Good girl" he growled, exciting Lana so much she began
jacking her father's cock behind her, squeezing,
pulling, their hot breathing opening a door between
them.
"Yes, good girl, be a good girl for Daddy, pull on
Daddy, Lana, pull on Daddy's cock. That's my good girl."
In a frenzy Lana reached up and found the zipper of her
father slacks, somehow pulled it down, reached her hand
into her father's pants and frantically wrapped her
fingers around his thick, swollen, throbbing cock.
She could hardly breathe it was so hot so hard so thick
in her hand, pulsing in her little hand. She could feel
his heartbeat, his cock throbbing hard in her fingers,
smooth and soft gliding through her fist, slippery
sticky-wet with her father's pre-cum pouring out over
her fingers.
Her cunt swollen and dripping wet Lana reluctantly let
go of him, her legs open, her knees bent, her chest and
face pressed into the wall. Her breathing ragged and
furious and hot, her bottom pressed up high, angled
upward on the incline of the high heels of her shoes, in
that moment she was all hot, dripping wet cunt.
Lana reached down and frantically and with both hands
cinched her skirt up, raised her skirt, slid her skirt
up over her thighs, over her bottom, her bare, pink
swollen hot cunt exposed to the air, over her hips.
Feeling the heat of her father's cock suddenly touch her
bare skin, she gushed a quivering hot releasing breath,
the thought of the secret of her father finally taking
her, locked behind the doors of his study, her father
fucking her, no one the wiser, none of the help knowing,
the thought causing her to groan out a loud panting
mewling urgent moaning "fuck me, Daddy."
She pressed her hands to the wall in front of her,
lifted her bottom, opened her legs opened her aching hot
cunt urging her father to fuck her from behind, to put
his cock inside her.
Instead, she felt the flat of his fingertips push
against her entire sex. He loved seeing her little
bottom pushed up, her hot aching wet little bald cunt;
she was all woman, and he was going to savor every
moment of her.
He used the flat of his fingers to rub in circles
through her dripping wet sex, her soft warm creamy wet
little pussy. He touched her so lightly, and then pushed
into her, rubbing, sliding his hand over her shiny hot
wet pink cunny until she was grinding into his hand,
gushing again, and again in her father's hand.
"I see you shaved," he growled into her ear. "Good
girl."
Lana's knees went weak, slumping into the wall, her
father's fingers pushing into her tight warm quivering
hot little hole. Her father's fingers inside her,
rubbing her swollen pussy, both desperate to have the
other as he moved both his hands hot onto her upper
thighs, pulling her into him roughly, then on her inner
hips, pulling her up to him.
Lana moaned as she felt the hot, thick bloated head of
her father's bulbous swollen cock slide through her
folds, a sensation she could never have imagined, become
slick with her juices, her father's knuckles touching
the soft insides of her tender thighs as he guided
himself to her.
"Good girl, that's my good girl. Let Daddy inside you,
lil baby. Mmm, so hot, so tight, Lana baby, Daddy's cock
is in you, baby, fucking into you, Lana. Daddy knows
you've wanted this for so long. Haven't you, Lana? Tell
Daddy. Tell Daddy how much you've wanted Daddy's cock in
your hot little cunt. Ohhh Lana, so wet, so hot, yes
baby take Daddy, take all of Daddy's cock, Daddy has
wanted to fuck you for so long lil baby."
The splendid pain of her father’s girth spreading her
open, her cunny stretching, the pleasure as he went
deeper and deeper, more and more, her pussy becoming
accustomed, relaxing, opening to his relentlessly
achingly inching his way inside her, her juices slippery
wet, the velvety hot smooth hardness of her father
inside her, fucking up inside her, giving way to the
most indescribable sensation of being filled, of
fucking, of having sex with her father, of being fucked
by her father.
Her insides hot, vibrating, squeezing and sucking him,
hearing his voice, him breathily growling over and over
"That's my good girl. Let Daddy inside you, baby, that's
my good girl, yesss, ohh, lil baby, yess. Daddy's
fucking you, that’s my good girl take it lil baby, take
Daddy's cock, my good little girl, so hot and tight and
wet. My little girl's soft hot tight little pussy. My
naughty little girl wants her Daddy's cock, don't you,
baby?"
Lana felt her pussy flooding on her father's cock. She
was cumming so hard, in such quick successions she
couldn't speak. She pushed herself out from the wall,
her legs straight, her back arched, her cunt open for
her father as he slid inside her, fucking him back, his
Daddy-cock, fucking her as he rubbed over her mound,
rubbed her clit.
"Ohhhh fuck Daddy, yessss," she groaned "in me, so deep,
so big, nnnn Daddy, oh god Daddy" her voice rising as he
slid his other hand up over her belly, slid his hand
into her blouse.
"Such a good girl, yes baby, let Daddy fuck you" groping
her aching hot tits, the buttons popping off her blouse
and bouncing from the wooden floor as she gushed again.
"Touch me Daddy, my breasts, feel them Daddy, pull on
them" loving hearing him call her his good girl, his hot
little girl, his big hands cupping the swell of her
breasts, groping her breasts. Lana came, and came all
over her father's cock.
"Nnnngghh, yesssss, cum on Daddy's big cock, lil baby.
Suck Daddy's cock with your tight lil cunny. That's my
good girl," he whispered fucking his little girl, his
daughter his raging hard cock deep inside his little
Lana.
"That's my good girl. Daddy has wanted this for so long,
little baby. We've both wanted this for so long. Let
Daddy fuck you. Your cunt feels so good wrapped around
Daddy's cock, so tight, and wet and warm for Daddy.
That's my good girl" he growled as he pushed Lana into
the wall, fucking his cock up into his little girl her
skirt bunched around her waist, her blouse torn open her
breasts smashing into his hands against the forever
solid wall, his fingers pulling on her nipples,
squeezing her breasts.
Lana came again, her father's words making her crazy.
"Yesss, fuck me Daddy. I've been such a bad girl, need
you Daddy," wanted more than anything to feel him cum
inside her "my Daddy's cock, to, to fuck me, to make me
a good girl, for you, Daddy" she hissed. "Fuck your
little girl Daddy, fuck me with your big cock, punish me
Daddy, make me yours Daddy," finally saying it out loud,
in a burst of hot frantic breath "cum in me, Daddy."
Fucking his swollen thick hugely hard cock up inside
her, faster, harder, deeper, stretching her open, Lana
mewled and groaned into her father's ear. "Cum in me,"
she pleaded "cum in me Daddy, deep in me. Cum in your
little girl, cum for me, cum for me Daddy, your good
girl, let me make you cum with my hot tight lil pussy,
my Daddy's good girl, cum in my little pussy, Daddy.
I'll be good for you, Daddy. I promise. Please, Daddy,
have wanted you for so long" she pleaded as she felt her
father bury himself inside her, him grip her hips so
hard, so tightly it hurt, his fingers digging into her,
certain to leave red, bruised marks, recalling how she
would brave the burning heat of her wounds in the
mirror.
He was fucking her so hard, so deep, all Lana could do
was utter "Use me Daddy, use my pussy" cumming yet again
as a slow long groan started low in his belly and
rising, fucking his cock up inside her, lifting her from
the floor with each thrust.
"Use me Daddy" her breasts shaking to his thrusts, his
groan captured in his chest, his cock expanding,
thickening, so hard, and then exploding inside her, his
cock buried so deep inside his daughter, his little
girl, his groan pushing past his tightened muscles, his
groin slamming into her bottom, panting, rutting
together like wild beasts.
"Ohhh god, Daddy, yesss, use me, cum in me, cumming on
you Daddy, cumming" fucking her father, his lifting her,
hitting inside her, his groan vibrating her entire
being.
"Mmm, such a good, hot, naughty little girl, such a good
little fuck for Daddy, such a good girl, my little Lana.
Oh lil baby, Daddy loves your hot tight little cunt.
Mmmm, lil baby, Daddy loves fucking my little girl,
cumming in my little girl. Oh Lana, baby. Daddy loves
you, baby."
"Ooooh Daddy, yesss, fuck me, cum in me, use me, Daddy,"
wanting to feel her father's cum shooting inside her
"use me" she gushed again and again as she absorbed his
groan, moaned with him, her voice high and urgent.
Lana reached back and gripped his clothing, held him in
her by his waist, pulled him into her, pulled on him
with her pussy, his cum blasting inside her.
Panting, smiling hot breaths on the sides of each others
faces, savoring, kissing over her shoulder, her father's
tongue hot in her mouth, milking his cock, loving his
cock throbbing and pulsing so deep inside her, her
father's hands gripping her bare hips, his little girl's
beautiful bare bottom, so warm and soft against her
father's groin.
His cock buried in his little girl, his chest sweaty hot
through his clothes. His daughter's sweaty heat, him
against her back, kissing her cheek, her hair,
whispering to her "Ohhh, lil baby, nnnggghh, so good. My
good girl, my good girl, Daddy's beautiful lil baby
fucks Daddy so good" as they stayed like that, as Lana
squeezed her father's cock inside her, felt that twinge
again in her belly, in her cunny, pressed back at him as
he hardened again in her pussy so hot and tingling and
swollen slippery wet, swiveling her little hips to
excite him, to incite the beast in him, to take her
again.
Lana squeezed her father's cock, her father’s cock rock
hard again so deep inside her, moaned as he gripped the
back of her thigh and lifted her leg spreading his
little girl open, pressed his fingers into the hot skin
of her belly arching her into him.
“Good girl" he groaned, his cock gliding through her hot
wet pussy clamping down on his erection. "Daddy wants
you again, lil baby," he whispered so intensely Lana
melted into him.
"Ooooh god, Daddy, yesss, fuck me" pushing her bottom
into her father's long slow gliding thrusts spreading
her open, feeling him so hot and throbbing hard, so big,
stretched around his girth, her soft pink cunny wrapped
so thrillingly hot and wet around her Daddy's rigidly
hard cock inside her.
"I'll do with you as I please, lil baby," the Colonel
growled hotly into Lana's ear.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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