mykinkywankbank:iii-big-bad-wolf-iii:Right here. Right now. Daddy gets what Daddy wants. Last year D
mykinkywankbank:iii-big-bad-wolf-iii:Right here. Right now. Daddy gets what Daddy wants. Last year Daddy had given me a box of 24 condoms and told me that if I ever needed them, they were there for me.Last month when I turned 18 Daddy broke the plastic seal on that box, put on a condom, and took my virginity. He’d continued using me since, and there were still two condoms left in the box upstairs in my bedroom.But as Daddy slid his cock into me on Thanksgiving Eve, I realized he hadn’t gone up to get one of the condoms. His bare cock didn’t pull at the dryness inside me like condoms did. I tried to protest, to retreat and redirect to the relative safety of my bedroom and the box of condoms, but he just dismissed me. He wanted me now and he was taking me now, protection be damned.My mind raced as he groaned in pleasure. How would I get Plan B when the stores were closed until Friday morning? I’d just have to wait for 36 hours. I didn’t have any choice. All I could do was get through the next two nights and then I could try to fix this. Daddy had chosen the worst possible time. He groped my breasts and murmured, “You’re so wet for me, baby, you’re finally mine the way you should be,” and as he slid his hands down to my hips, he pulled me close as he groaned, “You turn me on so much and now you’re miiiiine,” while his cock pulsed inside me, his strong arms pulling my hips to his so that he was totally inside, his balls twitching against my vulva as he came.I fled to the bathroom as soon as his grip on me loosened, and tried to wash away the stickiness from between my legs. It was my mission now, and as I desperately clawed at my vagina, trying to pull as much as I could out, I started to feel like I was above my body, watching the horrific aftermath from outside. I couldn’t reach deep enough and I’d tried to wash so hard already that my vulva and vagina were red and sore. I cleaned up, put on a nightgown, and went to bed.I woke up panicking and struggling to breathe. The dim early sunlight through the edges of the shades revealed Daddy was the reason. He had lifted away the covers and my nightgown, and was on top of me, pumping away into my abused vagina. “No, Daddy, no…” I protested as I fought for air. “Yes, baby, Daddy needs you right now. Be a good girl now.” I had no idea how long he’d been there but he came quickly. He didn’t pull out right away, but let his cock soften in the sticky wetness as he rested his body on mine. “Daddy’s good girl,” he smiled as he stroked my hair. “She knows just what I need.” The tears welled in my eyes and he noticed. “Oh, she needs me too, yes, I know. Don’t worry, good girl, Daddy’s going to take care of you.” I felt his cock, still inside me, begin to stiffen, and he started to pump in and out again, his cock thickening, the cum from just a little while earlier serving as lube. “See, Daddy knows what you need, little girl.” He groaned and fucked me for what felt like an hour before he finally came again, as deep as possible. When his cock softened and popped out, he stroked my cheek and grinned. “I’m thankful for you, baby girl. Now get ready, we have a lot of cooking to do.”I sat down in the shower and cried, the water washing the salt away, until the hot water ran out and I had to finish washing up in the cold. I got dressed in sweatpants and a stained old t-shirt, the un-sexiest clothes I could find, and went downstairs. It didn’t matter, though, because when Daddy saw me he still pinched my hard-from-the-cold nipples through my shirt and slid his hand down my pants to squeeze my butt. I tried not to interact with him other than to find out what to do with the food next. He talked cheerfully through the entire process, winking lewdly at me as he stuffed the turkey. Almost everything was ready, except the turkey which needed longer, but as I mashed the potatoes with more force than necessary, he came up behind me and took my hand that held the masher to show me how to do it more gently. I could feel his erection growing through the fabric of my thin sweatpants.“You seem tired, honey. Maybe you need a nap before dinner.” “I’m fine, Daddy.” “No, you’re not, not the way you weren’t paying attention just now. I’m putting you to bed for now.” He escorted me upstairs and pulled back the bedcovers, then pushed me into my bed, and pulled off my sweatpants in one smooth motion. “Daddy, please, don’t,” I whimpered, but he was too busy shucking his own pants to care. “I saw how you were looking at me when my hands were in the turkey, good girl, I promised I’d stuff you just like you need as soon as I could,” he said as he shoved his cock into me for the second time that day. I had gone limp, detached, exhausted and angry and helpless once again. He continued talking but I wasn’t listening anymore.After he came inside again, he pulled my undies and sweatpants back up and carried me downstairs. “It’s dinnertime, sweetheart. You need to eat up so you can grow big and strong.” Strong enough to fight you off, I thought. He prepared a plate for me and I ate in silence. I tried to figure out which store I should go to tomorrow morning, and what time each would have a pharmacist working who could dispense Plan B. I’d finally decided on the closest one, even though the pharmacist wasn’t in until ten, because I could save on gas driving only five miles each way. My thoughts were interrupted by Daddy pulling up the window shade, and my heart sank as he exclaimed, “Wow, guess the weather gal was wrong, that’s definitely a blizzard out there!” He turned on the TV and the news announcer said, “I repeat, a state of emergency has been declared and there is a driving ban. Unless you are a member of emergency services, do not go on the roads. Black Friday store sales will be delayed in our area, for those of you who concerned. Stay at home or work, wherever you are, for your own safety, stay off the roads. We’ll announce when the ban is lifted, so stay tuned.” Daddy turned off the TV. “Oh well, we’ve got plenty of food. And time.” He smiled at me.I fled to my bedroom. No, no, no. This can’t be happening. I can’t wait much longer. It might be too late already. The thought made me shudder. I showered again, desperate to feel clean, and changed into pajamas that didn’t fit well but provided more coverage than my usual nightgowns. I changed the sheets, too, because they stank of sex from earlier, and threw the dirty ones into the washer, intending to deal with them in the morning. It was after midnight and the house was quiet as the snow muffled outside noise. When I returned to my bedroom I slid my nightstand in front of the door to try to keep it closed if Daddy tried to enter. I could finally rest, secure in the knowledge that the nightstand falling would wake me up.I didn’t notice that my closet door was ajar. I could only have been asleep for about ten minutes when I felt Daddy’s familiar weight on me, and his rock-hard cock pushing inside. “Oh, good girl, I can’t stand how much you’re teasing me, I know you need this but you’re wearing me out,” he breathed. I tried to sit up to see what had happened to the nightstand and he ripped my pajama top off. “Oh, baby, you can’t keep doing this to me, you’re so beautiful that Daddy can’t help himself anymore.” But the nightstand was exactly where I’d left it. Daddy pushed me back down into the pillow and began to suck on my left nipple. I gasped involuntarily, and felt a corresponding clench down below. “Mm, Daddy’s girl likes that, huh, she likes having her little boobies sucked,” he moaned before switching to my right nipple, which caused me to spasm and gasp again. Daddy sucked harder and faster, and I moaned in unwilling pleasure. He switched nipples again and began to fuck me harder as he sucked in the same rhythm. My moans grew louder, and when Daddy pinched my other nipple, I came, groaning, and he let go of my nipples and came too as my vagina spasmed around his cock.“Good girl, that’s what you needed,” he purred. I didn’t understand. I didn’t want this. Why did that happen? Is something wrong with me? Daddy got out of bed, slid the nightstand out of the way, and headed towards the bathroom. I heard the shower run. I hadn’t moved. I couldn’t. My father had just raped me and somehow I’d enjoyed it. Something had to be wrong with me. Maybe that didn’t matter, because I needed to get Plan B regardless. I’d just have to watch the news and go as soon as I could.When the morning arrived, Daddy was ready to put his newly discovered knowledge of my body to use, and he made me orgasm repeatedly as he fucked me. The snow was starting to let up but the travel ban was still in force. I had to get out. We ate lunch silently, though Daddy couldn’t stop grinning. I went upstairs to read, but wasn’t surprised when he came to my room a few minutes later, the tent in his pants revealing his intentions. “You’re going to be even prettier this summer, you know,” he murmured after we’d both recovered from orgasms. “Wh-what do you mean, Daddy?” He rubbed my belly. “When you’re almost due.” My voice quavered, “Due for what?” “Don’t be silly, my good girl, you know you’re going to be having a baby. Just count the months. You’ll look amazing in your little pink bikini with your huge pregnant belly hanging out.” His voice was almost dripping with lust again. I finally found mine.“No, Daddy. I don’t want to have a baby, especially not yours, that’s wrong! As soon as this stupid travel ban is over, I’m getting Plan B!” I realized I’d made a mistake as soon as the words left my mouth. His voice went deadly quiet.“No. You’re not. You’re mine. And you’re going to be my good girl.”He climbed back on top of me and raped me again, this time without regard for my pleasure or comfort. He slapped me across the face just before he came. “You belong to me. Your womb belongs to me. And you’re going to have my children until you physically can’t. I can make this feel good for you, or you can make it hurt. Now, are you going to be my good girl?”“…yes, Daddy.”Daddy gets what Daddy wants. -- source link