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I
made her walk into the house in just her socks and shoes. It was the back of
the house and really nobody could see, but I also wanted her to have that sense
that she was leaving what clothes she had in the car. That she was my naked
little girl prisoner in the house. I even took her clothes and threw them in the
trunk, while she stood there, her hands clasped under her chin. “Oh Daddy,” she
whined very prettily.
We
came in the back door, through the kitchen and I led her to the living room.
Nothing remarkable there. The window blinds were closed so she relaxed a little
in the scene. I have a nice big flat screen tv and a good sound system across
from a very comfortable leather couch.
Should
I just rip her now? That was the serious question. I had all weekend to hurt
her, and lord knows my Boy was hungry to try out her bare pussy and I meant to
finger her asshole before the next few minutes went by.
She
sat on the couch and pulled her feet up on either side of her derriere, and she
spread herself for me. I could smell her again. She just held her knees open
and sat there, waiting for me, I knew.
I
stripped out of my clothes. The air conditioning was on and it was a little
cold, but I liked that. Must be the norse blood. He was ready, again. He stuck
out like the greedy self-serving bastard He is. I knew what would make Him roar
and it involved my belt and her vulva. I
reached down and felt myself. Very satisfying. I was humming inside.
“Daddy
are you gonna show me how big girls, uh, er, fuck?” she cocked her head to one
side and grinned at me. “I don’t know,” she swung it back to the other side,
“Your big old Penis looks awful mean to Misty. How can you get Him in me?
Gosh!” She was so charming. This was a girl who knew how to be a little girl. I
looked forward to seeing her panic.
“Yes
Darling, Daddy is gonna take his big boy, mean thing that he is, and force Him
into your little baby pussy.”
”Won’t it hurt?” She sounded twelve, and alarmed.
“Of
course it will hurt, Darling. That is what you are here for, for Daddy to hurt,
over and over again.”
”Gosh!” her hands covered her mouth, and then she put them over her bare pussy.
“Daddy’s
gonna hurt you with His Boy, His Belt, and lots of other things. Daddy’s gonna
rub you with icy hot and stick ginger root up your bottom. Daddy’s gonna put
alligator clips on your baby nipples. I think I’ve got some popsicles.”
“I
like pops my Daddy!” She bounced a little, still looking worried but getting
deep into it.
“They’re
for your pussy and asshole, Dearest. Daddy likes a cold chamber sometimes. It
makes it hurt more for a little girl. Don’t you want Daddy to hurt you?”
As
always, for me the issue of consent seemed to be everything. I waited, breath
baited, for her to say it aloud.
Misty
pulled her legs together, and then apart like a pre-teen, She started chewing
on one of her braids. Then she nodded her head up and down, slowly, “Yes Daddy.
If that is what Daddy’s Boy wants, that is what Misty wants. Misty wants
Daddy’s Boy to hurt her, right between her legs! As much as He wants!”
“That’s
right my Darling Daughter. That is what Daddy wants to hear. Will you give
Daddy your pain? Your crying and your howling, and your face covered with your
tears?” I sat down next to her and took
her in my arms. “For real, Sweetie, this is what I need.” “It’s what I need
too, my Father. I have come to receive all the beautiful pain you wish to give
me.”
“On
your back,” and I pushed her down length-wise on the couch, and pushed her legs
apart hard and put my mouth down to her hairless split. Man she looked
untouched. I sniffed her and she smelled of honeysuckle. My tongue snaked out
and licked up her split. I let him stray down to her tight, puckered rosy
asshole. I spent a minute or two there, pushing my tongue in, and pulling her
cheeks with each hand. “Oh my god, Daddy!! Daddy!! Daddy! Let me come, Daddy!”
I reached my hand back and slapped her pussy quite hard, so it made it red. I
reared back and as I slapped her again I spoke, “Come for Daddy baby.” And I
slapped her hard, right on the pussy, over and over again and she started
bucking under my hand and she moaned and groaned and whined a little, “Oh
Daddy, comes, hurts, my puss!” Even more fun.
***
I
sat down on the couch and took her feet into my hands and rubbed them a little.
They were tiny, delicate things. Misty’s breathing was becoming slow and
regular. Her hands were above her head and her legs were akimbo. Her vulva was
a swollen, pink shell, and I rubbed my Boy, sitting there, looking at her.
Determined to go slow and go too far. She wanted the fear? She was going to get
it.
“What
a yummy little girl you are,” I said, holding my dick in my hand. She looked at
me, focusing on the penis. She smiled sweetly. “Daddy your penis is so big!” My
twelve year old sweetheart. I knew she laying it on a little, but I still felt
awesome and powerful He was thick and feeling very rowdy. She was so white, so
delicate, so pink between her legs. I wanted every inch of her flesh reddened
with my desire.
I
sat back, and pulled my own legs back. “Come here, Misty girl. You are gonna
lick your Daddy and make Him bigger and bigger.” She crawled between my legs
and put her hands on the backs of my thighs. “Daddy requires you to lick his
asshole, too. Do a good job little girl.” She bobbed her head up and down, “Yes
Daddy,” and starting tonguing my balls which were drawn up tight in their sack.
She was enthusiastic and a little rough, just the way a little girl would be. I
allowed myself to fantasize she had fooled me and was really a twelve or
thirteen year old. She licked and slurped down to my asshole and did a very
wild job licking all around and in it while her hands ran up and down my cock.
Her
head swung around below me and I felt my belly tighten up. Everything was sweet
now, but I wanted to make it even sweeter.
“Okay
Darling Daughter. Enough for now,” She had just started licking the shaft,
taking it in both of her hands and bringing her tongue up to the red head and
pressing it into her face. “Oh Daddy!” She pouted for me. Those braids really
made her face seem even younger. And her flat white chest, her nipples sticking
out. She was as excited as I was.
I
got out a joint from the wooden box on the coffee table. This marijuana was
laced with psycilocybin, my favorite drug for sex. “Are we gonna take drugs
Daddy?” She bounced on the couch, one hand still on my Boy. “This will make you
come even bigger, little girl.” I lit it up and sucked and passed it to her.
She
looked confused with it in her hand and I had to show her what to do. “I’m scared Daddy.” “You should
be, but it’s too late to back out now. You’re doing what I say, that was the
deal.” She nodded her head up and down, again, “Yes Daddy.” And she sucked on
the cigarette and held the smoke in her.
I
watched her green eyes get bigger as it hit her. I was humming, feeling manic,
my Boy started throbbing. I thought the time was right for breaking her in. I
didn’t intend to be gentle. A little girl like this, you shouldn’t be gentle.
You should tear her open like a barbarian. Which I certainly am.
“Come,”
I stood up and grabbed her hand and pulled her with me down the hall to the
bedroom. She still had on those kneesocks and mary janes. In the bedroom I
gathered her to me in an embrace, and I kissed her deep, tongue dwelling in her
mouth like a creature, exploring every surface. “Oh oh oh, Daddy.” She said
when I broke it. I threw her back on the goosedown comforter. She lay on her
back, arms flung above her. “Spread your legs. Wide.” And her eyes were open
large and I had my Boy in my hand. I went to the dresser drawer and pulled out
my old faithful belt. I have had this belt for twenty years. Misty’s is not the
first pussy he has tasted. I doubled him up and slapped my other hand with him,
lightly, to make a noise.
“Little
girls’ pussys need a strapping before they are really ready for Daddy’s Boy.” I
stood over her, “Are you ready for your strapping Misty?” I loved to hear the
little girl agree to the violence. It made it sweeter and the pleasure in her
tears became glorious. “Yes Daddy,” she was hesitant, but I think she was
trying to play the subtle game. I thought to myself she wants this pretty bad.
Thing
about painsluts, they are always torn between hating it and needing it. I
raised the doubled belt above my shoulder and brought it down on her pussy.
Pretty hard for a first lick. “Owie Daddy, Owie.” Her legs closed up and I
pushed them open and put my leg on one and my other leg held the her’s down on
her chest. “Twenty,” I said, and started wailing on her. “Ahh, ow, owie, ahhh!”
Misty wrestled beneath me. “Keep your legs open!” “I’m trying Daddy,” She had
started crying alittle. Those tears were beautiful, streaming down her cheeks,
ruining her eye makeup. Her lips were swollen from my kissing, her lipstick smeared
around her mouth like a halo. “Oh Daddy it hurts me so bad!” I gave her three
more hard licks, hard as I could. I threw my belt on the floor and got between
her legs. “Here’s Daddy’s Boy,” I said putting His big red bulb to her parted
lips. I pushed, getting some purchase and and then I ripped right into her, no
hesitation, feeling her flesh fight me, but then part, and of course she was
wet and hot and I slid right in. The feeling of breaking her open, the power of my Cock breaking her into two
pieces. One before Daddy, two after Daddy.
I
rode her hard for minute after minute, getting her legs over my shoulders. She
moaned and gasped, “Oh Daddy, Daddy. Hard Daddy. Hurts Daddy.” I don’t think it
could have, she was very lubricated and then suddenly she was coming, saying
it, “Hurts Daddy, coming Daddy!!!” I noticed she didn’t ask permission to come
and smiled to myself. I’d make her pay for that all evening. And I felt myself
suddenly, full of seed and the flesh swelling and bursting in her baby pussy. I
hollered like a bear in rut. Oh this was so good.
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