A Good Girl for Daddy: Volume 6

In the dim, familiar confines of my childhood bedroom, a sense of nausea washed over me as I felt the wet, insistent pressure of my father’s tongue exploring my pussy. Realizing what was happening sent a wave of disgust and shame crashing through me. My stomach churned violently, the acid in my throat burning like I’d swallowed a mouthful of battery acid. I felt like I could retch at any moment, the sensation of my father’s tongue invading my most intimate place was so overwhelmingly wrong. He kept pushing it inside me, over and over, his tongue a relentless, writhing thing, coated with my slickness.

My own father.

I wondered if my tongue was also this hard because I could feel every scaley bud, every ridge and contour, as he assaulted me with a fervor that should have been reserved for someone, anyone, else.

“Your pussy tastes so good, princess,” he growled, his voice vibrating against my most sensitive flesh, sending waves of unwanted pleasure coursing through me.

“No, Daddy!” I cried out, a pitiful attempt at protest. “No, please, stop!”

“Yesssss,” he hissed, his tongue never pausing in its relentless dance. “Daddy loves being between little princess legs. You taste so fucking good.”

Where had he learned to speak like that? The words were crude, and vulgar, yet they dripped with a raw hunger that made my skin prickle. I couldn’t help but picture the string of women he must have been with, the countless bodies he’d pleasured and devoured just like he was doing to me now. My brows furrowed at the idea, a sour taste in my mouth. But why should I care if he’d been with other women? He was my father, not my lover. He shouldn’t be doing this to me at all.

The idea of my dad having sex was always supposed to be repellent, wasn’t it? The thought of him with other women should have made me cringe. So why, then, did a tiny, traitorous part of me feel a pang of jealousy at the thought of him with someone else? Why did a part of me want to be the only one he touched like this, the only one he spoke to in that raw, hungry voice?

I squirmed, trying to escape his relentless tongue, but his hands gripped my thighs tightly, holding me in place. I was trapped, a prisoner to his desire and my own traitorous body, which responded to his touch with a hunger that shamed me. I wanted to scream, to cry, to push him away, but all that came out was a weak, pathetic whimper. “No, Daddy… please…”

“Mmm,” he groaned, sliding his large hands up my stomach. He grabbed two handfuls of my breasts and then twiddled my nipples. I gasped at the pressure and pushed my hands against his head. I desperately grasped his hair, trying to pull his head from between my legs as I moaned and writhed, protesting even less convincingly than before. Daddy’s touch was too intense.

“No,” I whimpered. I never knew he could make me feel like this. I couldn’t stop moaning, “Daddy… Daddy!”

“Do you feel that? Your little skittle is on the tip of Daddy’s tongue. Mm. This is perfect, baby girl. You’re so good to me. Fuck.” He slobbered me. “Mm… hmm… mh!”

He pushed against my hands with ease to return his head between my legs.

I hated the part of myself that flared up with pride as he praised me despite doing the opposite of what he wanted me to do. Somehow, I was the good little princess that Daddy needed.

His name was all I could moan. Each lick, each pulse, each growl that made my pussy vibrate was all-consuming. “Ah! Daddy!”

“My sweet, sweet little pussy…” he grunted in that incestuously lustful voice of his. “I need you, princess. Daddy needs you to spread those beautiful legs… as far apart as you can.”

“W-what?” I panted, watching my father pull away from between my legs. He soon worked on sliding his pants down in no time.

Daddy’s cock bobbed into freedom, his girth… girthy.

“Daddy, what are you doing?” I was horrified.

He licked his lips deviously. “Taking what’s mine, princess.”

I shook my head as my father approached me, hoping this was all just a fucking nightmare.

“N-noo!” I squealed when Daddy crawled between me. “I don’t want to!”

He ignored my protests, his hands grasping my thighs, pushing them wider apart, opening me up to him. He lined himself at my entrance and it wasn’t what I was expecting when he shoved himself inside me. I screamed, a raw, primal sound of pain and shock and betrayal.

“W-wrong hole, Daddy,” I whimpered, tears pouring down my cheeks. The burn was intense as my tight, virgin asshole stretched to accommodate his girth. “You put it in the wrong hole.”

Daddy looked down at my slicked pussy lips with his cock lodged in my ass. My body convulsed at the sudden, brutal invasion while he smirked, “Oops,” and then began sliding in and out of me.

“Daddy, please,” I begged, my voice ragged, my body shaking with sobs. “It hurts, please, stop.” But he didn’t stop, he didn’t even slow down. Instead, he leaned down, his face inches from mine, his breath hot on my lips.

“Ughh…! Daddy can’t stop, princess!” he growled, his hips snapping forward, driving his cock deeper into me. “Daddy’s getting what he wants from the goodest girl in the world.”