Spending Time Together Ch. 1

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It was summer. School had ended just two weeks earlier… I was still young enough that I didn’t have to work during the summer. I was able to just relax and have fun.

My mom had gone to Ohio to help take care of my grandfather, who was ill. My grandmother could not do it on her own. So mom was going to be gone indefinitely. I didn’t think much about it at first. I was just enjoying my time laying out in the sun and running around with my friends. But as time went on the situation changed. My mom had been gone for a week when I started noticing things.

One afternoon when I sat down in front of the computer, I discovered a document on the screen that I wasn’t sure I should read, but once I started looking at it I couldn’t help myself. My father had apparently left it open by accident. I couldn’t believe what it was. It was a story, but not just a regular story. It was an erotic story that my dad had found somewhere on the internet. I was a little hesitant about it but knowing my father wouldn’t be home for another couple of hours I figured he would never know I read it.

Then once I began reading the story on the screen before me I was in shock. Not only was it an erotic story but it was a story about a father having sex with his daughter. “Oh, my god!” I thought to myself. “surely people don’t actually do that.” But I continued to read it until I had read every last word. I made sure that the computer looked the same as it had before I sat down at it and decided to pretend that I hadn’t seen it. But although I had never actually had sex, I realized that I was a bit aroused by the story. I felt a bit of dampness in my underwear.

The next day I went back to the computer and again there was an erotic story open. It wasn’t the same story, but it too was about a father and daughter having sex. After reading it I decided that maybe Dad had meant for me to see them. Then I printed it out and closed it down. Behind it was another story, following the same plot line. I was becoming very intrigued about all of this. I was feeling things within my body that I had never felt before.

By the time I was done I had 6 stories printed out about fathers having sex with their daughters. I decided that I would wait until the next day and see what happened. Just as I thought, the next day there were even more stories on the computer. I decided to see where it would lead. I was very intrigued and also very aroused. I was actually finding myself imagining what my father looked like naked. And what it felt like to be the daughter in those stories.

So bonus veren siteler I left the printed stories beside the computer where I knew my father would come across them. He had meant for me to see the stories on the computer I was sure of it. Now I wanted him to know that I was reading them and that I was interested. I drew a great big happy face on top of the first page and went about my normal day.

The next day when I went to the computer it was obvious that dad knew I had caught on because he had turned my printed out stories over and written the message, “I will be home at 4:30.” On the back of the page.

Well, I had decided that I wanted to do this. At four o’clock I showered and went into my parents bedroom. I went through my mother’s drawer. I found a sexy nighty and I put it on. At 4:30 on the dot I heard my father’s car pull in the drive. I took a deep breath and stretched out on the couch and closed my eyes and waited for him to come in the house. When the door opened I looked up. We made eye contact and he smiled at me. He shut the door behind him and I stood up and walked over to him. I reached out and took him by the hand. I led him over to the couch. I told him that I had read those stories that he had left for me to see and that I wanted him to do the things to me that had happened in those stories.

He smiled at me. He kissed me. He asked me if I was sure. I told him that I was positive. That the stories stirred something in me, and that since the first story he left for me I had been wanting him to touch me. He leaned in and kissed me. But not like he normally does. He kissed me hard and passionately. His tongue probed my lips.. Prying them open. He swirled his tongue around mine and I followed his lead. Our tongues dancing in my mouth. My breathing began to shorten. He reached over and brushed his hand across my young pert breast. My nipple hardened at his touch. Our bodies pressed tightly against each other. I was in a daze. I had never felt like this before.

I was a virgin not only because I had never had intercourse, I was a virgin at any kind of sexual activity, including petting and making out. But I wanted to learn, I wanted my daddy to teach me. Then he pulled away. He gazed into my eyes and he began to take off his clothes.

He removed his shirt first. I leaned forward and began to run my hands all over his bare chest. The air was thick and the room was hot. He reached over and slid the straps of the nighty off of my shoulders like he had done bahis to my mother so many times before. Then as my breasts became uncovered he pressed back against me his bare chest pressing into my bare pert tits. He kissed me again. We locked tightly in an embrace. Then I could feel the growing bulge within his pants. He took my hands and placed them on top of the bulge. I began to rub my hands over his encased prick. There was a small wet area from the precum dripping from the tip. I could feel moisture between my legs as well. Then I told him I wanted to do what they talked about in the stories. I wanted to take him in my mouth and suck on him until he shot cum down my throat. With that he leaned back and I unfastened his pants.

He rose up off the couch so I could pull his pants and boxer shorts down away from his body. With his pants and boxers down, his hard cock sprang to attention in front of my face. I looked up at him. He smiled and then he guided me down. My mouth opened wide as I leaned down and touched him with my tongue for the first time. As I did so he let out a moan and his cock jumped. Then I looked at him again. He smiled and nodded and I went back down. This time I kissed the head of his cock and then kissed my way down one side of his shaft. I was on fire. I wanted to make my daddy cum in my mouth just like those stories. I thought of nothing else. Then I kissed my way back up to the head. I opened my mouth I stuck out my tongue and licked the precum that was hanging on the tip. It tasted so good. A little salty but better then I could have imagined. Then I slowly slid my mouth around him and took him into my mouth. I couldn’t fit too much of him in.

This was a very new experience for me and I was very nervous. I used my hands to slide up and down the shaft that didn’t fit into my young, but hot mouth. My dad was moaning more loudly as I began to get into a rhythm. Slow but steady. Then as I got used to doing it I was able to take more of him into my mouth. A little deeper. He was pumping into my mouth still letting me guide the pace. I could hear him saying things to me. “Oh yeah, That feels good baby. Suck me. Suck Daddy. Suck my hard cock into your sweet little mouth.” Then he moaned more and put his hands in my hair. I was on my knees now on the floor. My dad’s cock in my mouth. Sucking it. Savoring it.

His breathing was getting more shallow. I could tell he was really getting into the blow job that I was giving him. Then he began to push harder into my mouth. Deeper toward my throat. I started deneme bonusu to gag as he rammed his cock into my mouth. But he was getting close to cumming and I knew it. I wanted it. I relaxed myself as best I could and soon I was more able to let him drive it into me. “Oh, that is good. You are turning out to be such a good little cock sucker baby. Oh yeah. Let daddy ram his cock deeper in your mouth baby. I need to go deeper. I want you to drink my hot cum. Take it deep baby. Daddy needs to stick his cock deep in your mouth.” With that He started to control more of the pace. I could tell he was getting closer and I did everything I could to make sure it was what he wanted. I let him push deeper into my mouth. I sucked hard and heavy. I wanted to drink his cum. I wanted it so badly.

He pushed in and out. He pulled me down and let me up. I could feel his balls slapping against my chin. And then he tensed up and I could tell something was happening. Then he said, “oh yeah, baby Daddy is gonna cum. Thank you baby. That feels so good. Get ready I am going to shoot my load down your throat baby. Oh god yes.” And with that he started to spray my tonsils with his seed. Down my throat his hot juice poured. I swallowed for all I was worth but there was so much I couldn’t swallow it all. It started to ooze out of my mouth as he pumped more and more of it into my starving mouth.

Then as he shot his last burst of cum into my mouth I felt him begin to breath a little more normally. His cock began to shrink in my mouth and as he pulled out I started to wipe the cum that was running down my chin with my fingers and placed it on my tongue. “That is such a good girl. Take every last drop of Daddy’s love and swallow it down.” As I cleaned up the last drop he pulled me to him and guided me up and kissed me again. With such passion I could tell that this was only the first of our experiences. There were more to come and I knew it. I couldn’t wait for it.

Daddy led me back to his bedroom that night after dinner. Mom had called and said that she didn’t know anything yet and that it would probably be a couple more weeks at least before she would possibly come home. Would we be ok? Daddy told her that he thought we could manage. That it was more important for her to help with her father. That we loved her and missed her but that she needed to be there.

Then as we lay in my parents bed that night as I had just finished sucking him off again, we talked about what I was willing to do. I told him that I wanted to do everything with him. That I wanted to lose my virginity to him. He smiled pulled me close and said. “Ya know what I think I will take the day off tomorrow. I think you and I need to spend some special Father /Daughter time together.” Then he kissed me and I fell asleep in his arms.

To Be Continued…

Mistress Joan Ch. 01: Punishment

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BASED ON A TRUE STORY! All characters are over the age of 18. This is my first short story and I welcome constructive feedback.

PRELUDE

The cane cut through the air to deliver another mark onto my plump bum. I tried, unsuccessfully, not to flinch when I heard the wish sound of the cane travel through the air. Knowing it was coming was the worst part, or rather not knowing. It wasn’t the sting of the cane on my bare skin or the uncomfortable position I found myself forced into. No, it was not knowing when the attack was coming. I tended to try to brace myself when I heard the cane coming. Of course, Mistress didn’t like that and recently decided it warranted extra strokes. I suppose it was naughty of me, but I couldn’t handle the intense pain She inflicted upon me. The cane whished down onto my bum again, drawing a whimper from me. I just prayed Mistress wouldn’t move onto the backs of my thighs next. That really hurt.

“And that’s twenty! Well done sissy, you did well to take all of them! Not that you really had a choice.” She giggled to Herself, pleased with Her handiwork.

I heard the click-clack of Her heels as She wandered back in front of me. I only saw Her when She lifted the blindfold from my eyes and crouched down to bring Her eyes in line with mine.

“Aww, poor sissy…your makeup has run. You know I hate it when you do that, don’t you?” She giggled to Herself, knowing I couldn’t answer. Her statement made me look at Her annoyed but luckily, She missed my defiant emotion. “You know that I’m going to have to give you extra strokes for that don’t you?” She loved punishing Tipobet me for things I had no control over. Of course my makeup had run! She had been brutal in Her assault on my bum cheeks. No doubt if my makeup wasn’t running then She would continue until it did…I shivered when She said I had more punishment to endure.

“Don’t worry though sissy, I’ll add those strokes onto your next punishment!” Her tone sounded kind, as if She were doing me a favor, but I could hear the sadism in Her voice. I’d be willing to bet She had soaked through that body already. That body…that clung to Her chest and barely contained Her tits…I felt myself drooling through my gag, the thick rubber ball causing an ache in my jaw. She must have caught me staring when She asked,

“Like what you see sissy? I bet you’d love to get inside me, wouldn’t you? Feel my pussy grind against your little clitty…” There it was again. That mocking tone as She tempted me with words that were about as sincere as She was submissive. “Too bad your little thing is locked up tight, isn’t it?” It was too bad. Especially seeing how Mistress had chosen to dress this afternoon, not that She had thought about it too much. She looked so sexy in Her five-inch heels that boosted Her up to an impressive six feet. Not as tall as me, especially in heels! Not that it mattered right now, with me bent over in my position.

Her body looked as if it was chiseled from marble…strong and beautiful. I suppose I had a thing for powerful women. The lingerie She wore showed Her curves magnificently. The lace of the body covering Tipobet Giriş Her abs and propping up Her tits. I saw the lower part covering Her pussy glistening. Was that just Her getting wet or had She cum already from the punishment She inflicted on me? It wouldn’t be the first time She had cum in such a way, but I wouldn’t know much about making a woman cum. She reached up with Her left hand, Her sharp manicured nails stretching out, and grabbed me by my hair. She pulled my hair, smiling as I whimpered from the pain. She let me go and my head remained in place, shackled to Her contraption.

All of a sudden, She slapped me across my face with Her right hand. I felt the sting of Her fingers on my cheek as well as Her long nails against my skin. The feeling of Her claws was muted by the intense thud of Her palm connecting with my aching jaw.

“I asked you a question sissy! Several in fact…” She never rose Her voice at me. Through all the play sessions, sissy training, the fucking. At no point had She raised Her voice. The quiet intensity was one of the thigs I both loved and feared about her. She looked and sounded like an innocent and harmless lady. Beneath the surface though was Her cruel and sadistic side. A perfect mix between loving and mean female dominant.

I wish I could say I thought about defying Her. Thought for a moment about staying quiet despite my body screaming in pain. I couldn’t though. She had already broken me, long before my beating today. My shackled body groaned in discomfort. The awkward position causing my muscles to grow cramped. One Tipobet Güncel Giriş of my most hated feelings was cramp. That’s what happens when your forced into a position like this for what feels like hours. My ass, still exposed to the world, felt like it was on fire from Her assault. Against my bonds I frantically tried to nod my head and say something, anything, to appease Her but only a muffled whisper came from my mouth as my head stayed rigidly in place.

Despite my failure to answer her in any meaningful way, I saw my Mistress smile sadistically at me. She had done a marvelous job at tying me down to this…thing. I’m not sure what it was but Mistress said it was an old gymnastics box that a friend had modified for her. I don’t know who this friend was but I silently cursed them as I remained rigidly bound to this box. I suppose it could be worse. At least the top, which my body was strapped to was padded! There were these O’s screwed all over the place to keep my body held down. A network of chains pulled my head and limbs in various directions to restrict movement. A special chain attached between my head and ass to keep me looking directly forward.

“You don’t need to answer sissy; I already know the answers. You are actually drooling over me! God, you’re a pathetic slut. As for fucking me, or anyone for that matter…well, I bet you wish you hadn’t handed your keys to me.” Her words stung but deep down I knew them to be true. I had handed Her the keys to my cage. I was coerced into doing it but I could have found another way.

I saw my Mistress walk over to Her coffee table and pick up Her phone. I knew what was coming next of course. Pictures of Her handiwork. Pictures of me trussed up, with running makeup and a red striped bum. As I waited, posed helplessly like a doll, I thought back to the events that would lead to me becoming Her sissy…