I Seduced Daddy Ch. 3 SeXStoRY

I Seduced Daddy Ch 3 By Jill Vincent After having sex with Daddy that first time, I had moved him to the couch and covered him with a blanket to sl**p it off and not be found by Mom in my bed. I wasn’t sure if Daddy would even remember what we did, thinking maybe he had been too d***k to remember. I also wondered that even if he did remember, would he think it was sex with Mom and not me since we were about the same size and it was very dark. So I said nothing, sort of worried that I would get in trouble if he remembered. Later I would find out I was wrong in all my assumptions. Months passed with no mention of that night from either of my parents, so I figured that Daddy did not remember. But I sure remembered and cherished every moment of that night when I f***ed Daddy to take my virginity. A girl always remembers when she loses that, along with all the details of that moment in her life. I kept bothering Mom about wanting to date, but she just kept saying that she would have to ask Daddy. After months of pestering Mom and getting no results, finally one day I had the opportunity to ask Daddy myself. He was gone a lot with his work, but that day he was going hunting and surprisingly asked me to go with him. Later I realized that he was not actually going hunting, but he wanted Mom to think that and get me out of the house alone with him. As Daddy drove, he steadily drank beer like a man possessed. He has done this in the past to lower his fears and build up his courage to do something he found difficult, like confronting Mom when she had an affair. So I knew something was up. The bad thing was that he usually got really mean when he was d***k, so I began to fear being alone with him. He is a different person. The only exception to that rule was the night I seduced him. We had no conversation for many miles. I knew he was intently thinking about something. I was thinking about the night I lost my virginity to Daddy when he was so d***k after returning from one of his hunting trips. I pretty much made him do whatever I wanted then. The silence as he drove was becoming awkward, with neither of us seeming to find the words to start the conversation. So we were each left to our own thoughts. I was then almost s*******n at the time, and my breasts had blossomed to 40DD, sort of freaking out both of my parents as they watched me develop as a young lady. My hormones were working overtime and driving me crazy. So I masturbated several times daily, getting quite good at stroking myself and using a vibrator and one of several dildos, usually during the day and also late at night naked in my bed. I pretended that a certain dildo was Daddy’s penis as I fucked myself with it, usually talking out loud to him as I imagined that he was on top of me. The memory of seducing him always drove me over the edge and made me cum heavily and easily, fantasizing with the dildo that it was once again Daddy fucking me hard and deep. Oh by the way, the dildo was smaller than Daddy’s penis, but I still used my imagination to pretend it was his. Daddy’s penis was what I considered huge. Even being smaller, the dildo penis replica was always painful when it entered me. I loved the thought of Daddy fucking me so I usually talked out loud to Daddy as if he were there fucking me. I was always in my room with the door closed. If I thought no could hear me, I got rather loud at times before I came. As we left civilization (traffic and people) and entered the forest preserve where he hunted, Daddy asked me to scoot over next to him. I did so and we drove a few more miles with his big, calloused hand moving up and down my bare legs. He squeezed and caressed my legs below my shorts, driving me wild just by touching me with his strong, rough hand. A number of beers seemed to make Daddy do riskier things, sort of giving him courage or else not caring about consequences, like that night months ago when he stripped naked in the kitchen with me watching late at night. My shorts were particularly brief as with most clothing for girls my age, so I had a lot of leg showing. Daddy’s caressing hand wandered up inside my thighs. Then I was surprised when I felt his fingers move inside my shorts, fingering my pussy lips first, and then probing inside my pussy. He was testing my reaction with each advance of his fingers, sizing me up as to my attitude with him. I said nothing at all to object to his advancing fingers, which was exactly what he wanted and expected. After a few more beers, Daddy was ready to really press me with his demands. “Ok, bitch, take off your goddam shirt!” Daddy suddenly blurted out. He had NEVER called me that before and it shocked me. But it did not sound like a choice but rather an order from him. I had never before disobeyed Daddy, and I was not about to start now. His cussing was routine, but seemed particularly harsh at that moment with me. I hesitated for a minute or so and then slowly did as he asked, unbuttoning and removing my shirt before cautiously moving back close beside Daddy on the seat as he instructed me to do with his hand motion. He had drank probably six beers by that time, and I could tell that his courage was intense. I felt a little embarrassed in broad daylight without my shirt because my skimpy bra showed a lot of cleavage, not able to cover my 40DD breasts. Without another word and no hesitation, Daddy’s hand then went over my shoulder and down inside my bra, roughly cupping one of my breasts. He squeezed one breast really hard and then moved to the other breast to do the same. Minutes passed I nervously let him feel my breasts. I again did nothing to stop him. “Okay, now get rid of this fucking bra!” Daddy demanded. I slowly removed my bra and tossed it into the floor of the vehicle on top of my shirt without saying a word and with no hesitation this time, beginning to really fear him because he was obviously very d***k and very mean. A few minutes passed as he judged my level of comfort with him seeing me naked from the waist up, then he said “Alright, shit that’s nice! Time to get your fucking shorts and panties off!” Daddy continued in an unusually harsh, demanding voice. I was willing to do so but I was nervous at his gruffness and tone of mean insistence. He was really d***k at that moment but I did not think we had much further to drive. Without saying anything, I quickly removed the rest of my clothing, tossing all my clothes into the floor of the car before sitting beside him as he again patted the seat impatiently beside him. Without another word, Daddy grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch to see what I would do. Sitting there naked and somewhat apprehensive about what was next, I went right to work caressing his genitals on top of his pants. Then Daddy continued talking. Apparently he wanted me naked and insecure before he chose to say what he intended next. “I’ve known for several years that you’re a fucking slut or at least want to be, that your goddam hormones are driving you wild. I fucking know that you have lots of X-rated sex stuff in your bedroom, pictures, videos, vibrator and even fucking dildos. And that you desperately want a goddam sex life,” Daddy informed me much to my surprise at his knowing. Parents usually know more about their c***dren than the c***dren think, not being as naïve as c***dren often think of their parents. I never thought of myself as wanting a “sex life” as Daddy called it, but I suddenly realized that was exactly what I wanted since I masturbated daily, and continued to remember and cherish the day I f***ed him to take my virginity. “Well, I’m going to fucking help you with that, you fucking young bitch! I’m going to fucking GIVE YOU a fucking sex life,” Daddy continued. “I’ve heard you goddam masturbating in your room. Calling my name!” I was shocked at him having overheard me but I did not say a word, totally unaware until that moment than ANYONE had EVER heard me. Guess I got carried away in masturbating and got carelessly louder than I should. “I’ve heard you fucking pleading over and over: ‘Fuck me, Daddy, oh fuck me!’ while you were doing it. Not just once, but over and over, day after fucking day,” Daddy further stated gruffly in a sarcastic tone of voice. “And I’m fucking tired of not doing something about it!” “You think I don’t, bitch, but I remember every fucking thing from months ago when I came home very late from a hunting trip,” he continued. “Everything what?” I asked sheepishly, pretending not to know. “Everything you fucking did to me, you little slut! You watched me get naked in the kitchen and then when I took a shower and you joined me in the shower, wanting to suck my fucking dick!” Daddy responded. “I knew you were goddam watching me get naked in the kitchen,” Daddy continued, which I did NOT know at the time. “That’s why I did it. That’s why I got totally fucking naked in the kitchen. I fucking wanted to see what you would do!” I was sort of shocked because I assumed for so long that by saying nothing all this time, that he did not remember. “What else do you remember?” I asked him softly and cautiously, unsure of where I stood with him considering what he was telling me. Daddy no longer hesitated. “I remember you goddam sucking and fucking me” Daddy said gruffly, impatient with me continuing to weakly claim ignorance. “Was that okay? Am I in trouble?” I asked wondering where this was headed. “You are NOT in fucking trouble! And “yes”, I damn sure enjoyed it, …. a lot!” Daddy responded. “But you ain’t going to fucking tease me like that and then fucking stop! By god, you now have to service me, bitch! And I’m going to fucking take from you whatever I fucking want!” Daddy seemed mad at me not doing anything with him after that night, not fucking him again, doing nothing. He blamed me for teasing him with that sexual appetizer and then not following through with more. He seemed to have stewed madly about it for all those months. “I wanted you along today because I fucking expect more from you than a ‘fucking tease and see you later’!” Daddy insisted. We were driving deep in the trees now and had not seen another person for miles. “Yes, OMG yes, I would love that Daddy!” I exclaimed, still rubbing his crotch with my hand on top of his genitals as he fingered my pussy. I rubbed harder and faster after he said that. His penis was now rigid inside his pants. “What’s going to fucking be different today is that I will be in control of what happens! Got that, bitch?!” Daddy meanly informed me of his terms. “Yeah, sure, Daddy, no problem” I retorted cautiously and happily. “Okay then, fucking unzip me and blow me, bitch!” Daddy demanded. “Get with it, and do me a fucking good job!” Without a word I unzipped Daddy’s trousers, pulled out his hard penis and testicles and went right to work sucking and caressing them vigorously as he continued to drive. As soon as I did that, Daddy pulled off the gravel road a short distance into the trees out of sight of the road and stopped the vehicle, presumably to enjoy what I was doing for him. As soon as he parked, he relaxed and really got into it. He allowed himself to moan and groan his pleasure at what I was doing. He put his hands behind my head and made me take more of his big penis into my mouth and throat, gagging me at times. Within minutes he moved one hand to squeezing my breasts and the other hand started fingering my pussy again, probing my body with his fingers as I sucked him hard and deep, occasionally deep throating him. From time to time, one of his big hands would press down hard on the back of my head, silently telling me that he wanted his rigid dick deeper inside my mouth and throat. But Daddy was not happy with me, very pissed at me teasingly fucking him once and then doing nothing all these months. I was not teasing him; I just did not have the courage or opportunity to do more. Today he had his own agenda. He wanted rough sex, and he intended to demand it from me. “Okay, shit, now get in the fucking back seat!” Daddy demanded, pulling my mouth off his hard, wet penis. He seemed impatient to dominate me and be in control of me this time. And I sensed that he was going to teach me a lesson, on his terms, and vent his anger from not having sex with me for months. I got into the back seat, lying on my back, sure of what he wanted to do with me there. Daddy removed his trousers and underwear. Then he came over the seat and quickly moved on top of me, spreading my legs and hovering over me. He grabbed my neck with one hand, gripping and choking my neck in a choke hold that made it impossible for me to breathe as he guided his rigid penis into position with the other, making sure of my cooperation. I could see the meanness and determination in his eyes and knew that he would not be denied. I thought to myself “You don’t have to f***e me, Daddy” but I said nothing. “You want this, bitch! Don’t you!?” Daddy demanded my response, wanting me to admit that I wanted him. I felt the head of his huge penis being rubbed into the opening of my vagina. “Yes, Daddy, I do want this!” I desperately strained to even speak and respond just as he suddenly penetrated a few inches inside me. I gasped and hollered in pain at his quick entry inside me because his dick was so freaking large. Daddy slapped me hard several times in the face and then stopped. “You just told me you fucking want this!” He was challenging my reaction, still holding my neck in a choke hold and stopping his penis progress inside me. I could barely breathe. “Yes, Daddy, yes, I want this!” I struggled desperately to respond with his hand still tightly squeezing my neck. I wanted to be positive in spite of the pain of his huge penis having plowed into me and his strangle hold on my neck. I was even afraid I might pass out if he did not allow me to breathe more. I was gasping for air as Daddy then f***ed his penis the rest of the way deeply inside me and gripped my neck so tightly that I could not breathe at all. I groaned in utter pain as he f***ed me open to accept his incredibly huge penis and felt myself losing consciousness. His strangle hold loosened slightly enough to let me barely speak. “Ohhhhh fuck! Oh fuckkkkkk!” was all I could strain to say, trying to deal with his monster manhood fully deep inside me and his strangle hold on my neck. I could barely say anything understandable as his hand continued to cut off my breathing. My reaction seemed to excite Daddy, and he then started to pump fuck me savagely hard and deep, pounding me down into the back seat of the car and holding me in place by his choke hold on my neck. “Oh fuck! OMG fuck!” I eked out dealing with more pain that pleasure at that moment, yet with no intention of stopping him. Daddy was so heavy on top of me and he held me firmly in place as he basically beat me up as he fucked me. Daddy took me very, very hard and deep for the next twenty minutes or so, fucking me like a jack hammer on the back seat of the car as I squirmed and twisted my body under his constant repetitive movements of savagely pumping and pounding me. My feelings were slowly turning from pain to enjoyment as he continued, feeling myself moving to orgasm as his huge, rigid penis kept pounding me viciously hard into the seat of the car. My body was responding to his fucking me without my understanding what or why I felt the erotic sensations ripping through me. Daddy was moving faster and faster now and my sensations were blowing my mind as he hammered me into the seat with all his manly might, pounding and thrusting and ramming and fucking me so very hard and deeply that I could not even think straight. Daddy’s penis hit my cervix so hard that I thought I might pass out. Suddenly I peaked with those feelings of erotic sensation just as I felt him ejaculating his semen heavily, burst after burst, inside my body. The feeling of cuming with a real penis inside me was fantastic, nothing like any time I had ever masturbated with a dildo and fantasized about this moment with Daddy. Completely spent, he lay heavily on top of my naked body as his penis jerked occasionally still buried deeply inside me. I smelled his body odor mixed with his semen, which I felt oozing out of me and down between my legs. Daddy moved off of me finally and put his clothing back together. I could not move for several minutes, lying there naked and savoring every erotic sensation he had f***ed upon me. It had been painful but ultimately wonderful as it continued. I felt like I had been beaten, yet somehow I enjoyed it. “It’s time we drove the rest of the way to my cabin,” Daddy said, something I was totally unaware of even existing. End Chapter 3