Daddy’s Little Whore Part 2

I woke to my alarm blaring next to my head, and I stared at it, confused. I’d graduated Friday… and it was Sunday besides… so why was my alarm going off? After a moment memories of the previous night, really only hours before, flooded my mind. I’d come home drunk at 3am, dressed in an outfit that showed far more than it covered, and my dad had caught me. He’d been furious, and had decided if I dressed like a whore, he’d treat me like one.

I’d been scared at first, of course- but with his strong hands and his skilled mouth Daddy had forced me to submit to the pleasure, and before I knew it I was begging him to fuck me. He had, and it had felt so amazing I’d cum without his permission. He’d punished me then by taking my virgin ass. That had been excruciating at first, but then it had become bliss, and, when he let me, I had cum with him so hard I hadn’t been able to move afterward.

I felt myself getting wet as the memories played through my head, and my hand began to snake down my naked body. My fingers were almost to my pussy when I remembered the rules he had laid down just after he’d finished- among them- I wasn’t to masturbate without his permission. I was his little whore now- I was to follow all orders he gave, clothing was forbidden in the house unless we had company, he would take me whenever and however he liked, I was not to fuck anyone else without his permission- and I was not to masturbate without his permission. And, of course, I wasn’t to tell anyone.

I sighed wistfully as I pulled my hand back and climbed out of bed, heading for my bathroom. My red hair was wavier than usual, as I had fallen asleep with it still wet from my shower hours earlier. I brushed it as I mused that being naked at least made getting ready for the day much easier, then headed down to the kitchen to cook breakfast for my dad.

He came in as I was plating it, wearing only pajama pants, his lean, muscled chest bare, and I eyed him nervously, hoping he hadn’t been so drunk that he’d forgotten the night before. He gave me an appraising glance before nodding in approval, and I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding in relief. He did remember. I set his plate in front of him as he sat at the small table in the breakfast nook, then grabbed my own and sat across from him, waiting to eat until he had begun. We ate in silence for a few moments, and then he spoke up.

“Amy… I didn’t mean for last night to go as far as it did… it now that it has, I have no intention of going back. I have wanted you far too long to allow that… the rules stay in place, do you understand?”

“Yes Daddy. And… I’m glad. I was scared, at first, but… I’m glad,” I replied shyly, blushing.

“And you will follow every command without question or argument?” He asked, his eyes on me.

“Of course, Daddy.”

“Good, because future punishments will not be as enjoyable as last night’s was,” he replied sternly.

I nodded and gathered up the dishes, taking them to the sink to rinse them before bending to load them in the dishwasher. I gasped as I felt strong fingers push into my exposed pussy, sliding deep, rubbing against my g-spot.

“You’re wet,” my dad remarked. “You haven’t been playing with yourself, have you?”

“N-no Daddy,” I half-moaned. “I was just thinking about last night when I woke up and it made me horny…”

“Good,” He said, and I could hear the smirk in his voice. He withdrew his fingers and turned me around, lifting his fingers to my mouth.