Becoming Daddy’s Good Girl 8: Good Girl’s Naughty Task

Becoming Daddy’s Good Girl
Chapter Eight: Good Girl’s Naughty Task
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016
I wanted to scream and shout and moan as loud as I could as Daddy rammed his huge cock into my eightteen-year-old cunt. He had me pinned against the shower wall, the spray crashing into his back, a steamy mist wafting over me as I humped and wiggled and enjoyed every second of his dick slamming into my barely legal depths.

My daddy fucked me. I was his good girl. His sex slave. My choker lay on the bathroom counter. The only time I could take it off was in the shower. He gave it to me Saturday night while Mommy watched, proud that I was Daddy’s good girl.

So I should be able to scream my head off. I didn’t have to hide it from Mommy. Not when she was sitting on the bathroom counter, watching us, fingering her shaved cunt, her large tits heaving as she savored her impending orgasm—a gift from Daddy.

We could only cum when he commanded us.

Water was getting everywhere with the shower door open, but Mommy and I would clean it up later. Daddy wanted an audience as he fucked me this morning. My fingers scratched at his back as my pussy clenched down on his wonderful dick. His groin smacked into my clit each time, shooting sparks through me. My nipples rubbed on his wet, muscular, tattooed chest. He was a hunk. A gorgeous man.

I loved him so much.

And I wanted to scream it to the world.

But my fraternal twin sister Alice was in the house, sleeping in her bedroom. She wasn’t Daddy’s good girl—yet. She had to be worked into it. She was a…rebellious girl. A sarcastic, defiant, bratty girl who also yearned to be spanked over and over by her daddy until she exploded in orgasmic delight.

Like she had yesterday when Daddy spanked her with his belt for being bad on her trip to our grandparents with Mommy. It had embarrassed her to cum in front of the family and she fled to her room. I went there and comforted her.

And not in a normal, sisterly way. I seduced her.

My pussy clenched on Daddy’s cock remembering the sweet delight of fingering her pussy while she rubbed mine and then our passionate sixty-nine. Her pussy tasted so wonderful. We came so hard together.

“Yes, yes, Daddy,” I moaned as his balls slapped into me. “May I cum, Daddy? Please, please.”

“Yes, may the little slut cum on your huge cock, Sir?” moaned Mommy, plunging three fingers from both her hands into her pussy, stretching her shave cunt wide apart. Her tits heaved as she shuddered on the counter. “The little whore needs it. Our daughter is a cock-hungry slut, aching to cum. Will you let her, Sir? I know how much you love to feel her cunt spasm on your dick. Such a naughty Daddy.”

“Slave, you brought her into the bathroom for me to fuck,” he growled. “You’re fingering your whore-cunt as you watch your daughter writhe like a slut on my cock. What does that make you?”

“The naughtiest mother in the world.” She threw back her head, bit her lip, and came hard. Juices squirted out around her plunging fingers, adding more mess to the floor that had to be cleaned up.

“Yes, Daddy, she’s such a wicked mommy,” I moaned. “Oh, please, Daddy, let me cum on your big, thick, hard cock. Please, please, please. Your dick is the best, Daddy. I love it.”

“Isn’t that the sweetest thing to hear from your baby-slut, Sir?” moaned Mommy.

“Yes,” growled Daddy. “You may cum, slut. Cum on Daddy’s cock. You’re just a whore for my dick.”

“I am, Daddy.”

I bit my lip to keep from screaming my head off and wakening Alice. My cunt spasmed about his dick as the pleasure roared out of my nethers. The bliss flooded through me. My arms and thighs tightened about his body, clutching him with every ounce of my passion as he rammed his hard cock over and over into my pussy. The pleasure swelled, consuming my thoughts.

“Daddy, yes!” I screamed, forgetting that Alice’s bedroom butted against the Master Bedroom. She was sleeping on the other side of the wall—a bad girl for not waking early enough to wash Daddy in the shower and help him get ready for work. “Oh, Daddy, cum in me!”

Daddy slammed my depths. He growled my name and unloaded his incestuous seed into me. The same seed that fertilized Alice and me into Mommy’s womb. I groaned, trembling, my nipples rubbing on his chest as my spasming pussy milked out every drop.

“Daddy, Daddy,” I sighed over and over as the pleasure retreated. “Oh, Daddy, what a wonderful shower.”

“And now we get to wash him clean,” grinned Mommy, hopping off the counter.

The master bath’s shower was big enough for three—I had a feeling that Daddy knew what he was doing when he redesigned it a few years ago. It was cozy. I bet we could even fit Alice in here and have a family shower orgy.

Since making love to Alice yesterday, my outlook on her changed. She didn’t annoy me. I mean, I always loved her—she was my sister—but she got on my nerves. She was messy and disobedient and defiant. But now I was helping Daddy tame her and transform her. It was exciting. I felt so close to her.

When we finished showering, Mommy and I presented our chokers to Daddy. He put them back on us. It felt so wonderful feeling the gold chain tight about my throat, proof that I was owned by my Daddy—his sex slave. “Melody, Daddy’s Good Girl,” was inscribed on the back unicorn charm that dangled in the hollow of my throat.

Mommy wore a heart-shaped locket.

Then Mommy and I combed and braided our hair. Daddy liked braided hair. Alice would have to grow her hair out to make a proper one. While we did that, Daddy shaved and readied himself for work. He dressed into his suit, the long-sleeves of his shirt hiding his tattoos. He still looked strong, though, the shirt stretching over his muscles.

In some ways, he was even sexier in suit and tie then blue jeans and a tight t-shirt. Still rugged, but cleaned up, ready to dominate the office like he dominated at home. Mommy cooked breakfast while I sat out the plates and made coffee. We attended Daddy like his servants, Mommy wearing her conservative, fifty-housewife garb while I wore one of the short skirts, naughty panties, and low-cut blouses Daddy picked out when we went shopping.

I was pouring his coffee when Alice stumbled in, bleary-eyed, her tawny hair a bushy mess in need of combing, wearing a pair of booty shorts and a baby-doll T-shirt, her stand sleep garb. She winced when she sat down at the table, her cheeks reddening as the pain reminded her of her embarrassing orgasm—well, it was embarrassing to her, the rest of us loved watching her cum—in front of Daddy and Mommy yesterday.

“Morning,” she mumbled, not looking anyone in the eye. Even after I comforted her, she had stayed in her room last night, too embarrassed to face our parents—particularly Daddy—after revealing her true desires.

I finished pouring Daddy’s coffee and sat down while Mommy fixed up Alice with a plate. Alice looked enough like me that people could tell we were sisters, taller than I was and slimmer, her breasts smaller, not round like mine but little mounds. Her hair was lighter than mine and Mommy’s brown, but our faces were very similar—we had a lot of Mommy in our looks, though we had Daddy’s ears.

“And you are going to do your chores, right, Alice?” Daddy said after sipping his coffee. “You won’t leave it all for your mother and Melody.”

The threat hovered in the air. Obey or be disciplined. Alice squirmed on her seat, a flash of defiance crossing her head. Then she glanced at me and sighed, “Yeah, Dad, I’ll do my chores.”

“Then we could go hang out at the park,” I told her. “With Sun.”

Alice’s eyes flicked to me. “Oh, I thought me and you could hang out in my room. I have a few new teen magazines we could look out.”

“What’s this?” Mommy said, arching an eyebrow. “Are my two munchkins getting along? What changed?”

Alice blushed and I grinned, “Oh, we talked last night. After the spanking. It was very—”

“Nice,” spluttered Alice, giving me a look. “Nice. That’s all. It was a nice conversation. Right, Melody? Nice. I wouldn’t mind continuing it today.”

“But it’s such a nice day,” I grinned. “And we don’t want to annoy Mommy all day. The park will be lots of fun.”

My sister glanced at me, her eyes widening and color spotted her cheek. “You mean…we could talk at the park? With Sun?”

I nodded my head. I had orders to follow. I called Sun last night and she was eager to help us out.

“Okay,” Alice said, a huge grin on her face. Then she grabbed a piece of bacon and took a large, crunchy bite.

I glanced at Daddy and he gave me the slightest of nods. He finished his coffee. “Excellent breakfast as always, June. You did good.”

“Thank you, dear,” Mommy answered. She said dear in the same breathy way as Sir. Before the last few days I never noticed it. Around outsiders, and Alice was still an outsider to our lifestyle, she used dear in place of Sir.

Daddy nodded his head, noticing, and Mommy had a happy smile on her lips. She stood up with him and walked him to the door, snagging his briefcase like she did every morning. I turned my head, watching them. They kissed in the entrance way and Daddy whispered something, like he always did.

I now knew he whispered his instructions for his slave to carry out.

Mommy came back, a sway to her hips, and she sat down.