If he knew I was going out on a date he'd give me a strict curfew. In the middle of what was generally a harmless date, he'd call and ask me a million questions. He'd always be waiting for me when I got home, and almost always HAD to meet the guy before I left.
Soon, though, it became too much and I began just lying about everything I did. I'd tell him I was out with friends, spending the night at someone's house, etc. The boys soon became older and badder and I was practically living a double life.
My mom was completely on my side, understanding that I was a teenager and growing up. This made my dad even more furious, but I didn't care and my mom always found some way to calm him down.
Over the years, though still strict, he seems to have given up. He'll sit and tell me what he thinks I should be spending my time doing or suggest the type of guys I should be seeing, but when I leave he doesn't try and stop me anymore. My mom and I have remained close, almost best friends, but my dad and I have grown distant.
Now I was 17 and living a fairly typical high school life. I had turned into a very popular and pretty young woman, partied whenever possible, hated school but went for the boys, and had an equally gorgeous group of friends.
It was Thursday and I knew my dad would be working late. My mom was off at a meeting until eight, my little sister was out with her friends until who knows when, and I had the house to myself, so I had told my boyfriend to come over to we could have some fun time...
It was around 5 o'clock when his car pulled in and as soon as he walked through the door we began intensely kissing. My raging teenage hormones had kept me insanely horny all day as I counted down for this moment. Through the house we went, stumbling into things as we continued kissing, making our way to my room. We were so in the heat of the moment that he only yanked my pants down before he began fucking me.
His cock always made me hurt as I'd only slept with a few high school boys, all not very good or big. He was 21 and his cock felt huge in my tight pussy.
"Mmm fuck baby you're so tight," he said slamming his cock in my little hole.
I moaned as I took it in.
"Harder Chris, fuck me even harder!"
My tits felt sweaty inside my tight bra but I was too into getting fucked to stop and take it off.
"Get on top you little slut," he said, lying back and pulling me onto him.
"Mmm oh! My! God!" I said each time he thrust deeper inside me.
Harder and harder he went. All I could do was moan "Fuu-uuu-uu-cccckk!" before...
"CHRISTINA!"
There stood my dad.
"Oh my God Daddy!" I said scrambling to get off of Chris' fat cock. "W-what are you doing home so early?"
Chris quickly tucked his cock in and did up his pants, scrambling to find his shoes and hoody.
"I don't think that matters," said Daddy angrily. "GET OUT!" he shouted at Chris.
Chris ran down the stairs without a word, I forgot to mention my dad is quite intense looking, muscular and with a shaved head. Moments later I heard Chris quickly drive away.
"What the fuck is going on?!" Daddy shouted. "I'm off working my ass off and you think that it's o.k to use that time to be a little slut? What were you thinking?"
"I-I'm sorry Daddy," I stuttered, wanting to cry. "I-I didn't m-mean for-"
"For what, for you to get caught? For me to come home? For your father to discover that his daughters a whore?'
This made me mad.
"I'm not a whore just because I was having sex! There's nothing wrong with that! It's wrong that I brought him home but there's nothing wrong with wanting to feel good!"
"Wanting to feel good? Well do it then Christina. Make yourself feel good."
The room went silent and I felt I'd gone to far. He stood, staring at my huddled under my blanket.
"Take that blanket off and make yourself 'feel good.'"
"W-what?" Now I was nervous.
"Your heard what I said. Take it off."
I stood staring.
"Do it. NOW!"
Slowly I dropped the blanket, drawing my knees up to hide my exposed pussy.
"Now take your shirt and bra off and put your legs down."
"Daddy..?"
"It's what you want isn't it. You want to feel good?"
"Y-yes b-but not like this!"
"Why not, it's still pleasure right? Do it or you'll be in even bigger trouble."
Slowly I took my shirt and bra off. My boobs looked big on my tiny body, a C cup with small, puffy nipples. The sudden cool air made me shutter. I felt so exposed.
"Mmm, good girl. Now lower your legs a bit and spread them."
I hesitated.
"Christina..." He growled menacingly.
I did as I was told.
"Mmm, your pussy still looks nice and wet I see?" said Daddy, stepping closer. "Reach down there and touch it. Then lick off your fingers."
"W-what?"
He just stared, so I did it. Just sitting there I could feel my pussy's wetness dripping down from me and Chris moments before. It had dripped down into my ass crack, and I knew he could see this.
"Now taste it, lick your wetness of your fingers you little slut." I sucked them off slowly,one by one.