Preacher’s Sinful Daughter Chapter 2: Sinning on Her Knees

Becoming Daddy’s Good Girl
Chapter One: Sinning on Her Knees
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

“That’s it, whore,” Daddy grunted as he rammed his cock into me from behind after bending me over the dining room table. Through the swinging door that connected this room to the kitchen, I could hear my mom humming as she worked on breakfast, oblivious to the naughty acts her husband, my preacher father, performed on my eighteen-year-old body.

“Daddy,” I squealed, bucking back into his thrusts. “What are you doing?”

When I set the table for breakfast, I hadn’t expected Daddy to come up behind me, yank up my skirt, rip down my panties, and bend me over the table before I could even realize what was happening. And then his dick rammed into my pussy.

And that hot, wonderful, wet thrill went through me despite Mother being in the next room. My daddy, Reverend Gary Powell himself, was in my pussy. His incestuous cock pumped in and out of my wet depths, making me shudder as my face pressed into the placemat.

“Mother’s in the other room,” I groaned, the table creaking as Daddy worked his dick in and out of my cunt. “This is so depraved.”

“You wanted to be treated like a whore,” he grunted, balls smacking into my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me. “This is how whores are treated. They’re fucked.”

My eyes rolled in my head as pleasure surged through me. I was a sinful, slutty preacher’s daughter. As scared as I was of Mother catching us, I couldn’t deny how hot the cock reaming my cunt made me feel. Ripples of bliss shot through my body. I groaned through clenched teeth, not wanting to make too much noise.

But it was hard.

He was hard. My daddy’s cock was in me. I loved it.

My hips rotated, pressing my ass back into his thrusts. His strong hands gripped my hips. I glanced at him over my shoulder, savoring how strong he looked in his dress shirt, his dark tie dangling long and thick towards the cock reaming my cunt. His face was chiseled, his black hair short with sexy wings of gray sweeping from the temples. He was so authoritative. In control. He wanted to fuck my whorish, sinful cunt.

So he did.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, my gaze casting to the door, staring at it, listening to the hiss of bacon on the stove, the bustle of my straitlaced mother.

She would be apoplectic if she caught us.

“Fuck your naughty daughter,” I groaned anyways, savoring the thrill of illicit, incestuous sex. “Oh, yes. You’re such a wicked preacher for raising such a whore.”

“Controlled by the sinful hole wrapped about my cock,” he grunted, dick sluicing through my wet snatch. His voice had the baritone cadence of a sermon. “Yes, you are. A wanton harlot. Eve frolicking in the garden, defiling the world with sin. It springs from this very hole.”

“It does,” I panted, my juices dripping down my thighs. I was so wet. His cock felt amazing. He slid so deep in me, stretching my tight hole, sending shivers of bliss rippling through my body.

“Tempting men into fornication and illicit congress. It drove you to seduce your own father.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, shuddering. “Cum in me, Daddy. Hurry. Before Mother catches us.”

His hands squeezed my hips. This was a fast, hard fuck. No time for foreplay. No chance to take our time and enjoy each other. It was focused, direct. It was all about cumming. My nipples ached in my bra, rubbing against the material as they were pressed into the table. I rocked and bucked, the friction building the pleasure in my depths.

Daddy’s thrusts were so hard. He loved my pussy. I hoped it was the best cunt he had ever experienced. Wet and tight and young. So young. Eighteen. This was so wonderfully taboo. I loved my daddy’s cock in me. I couldn’t wait for the spurt of his cum in me. Hot and thick and salty. So wonderfully taboo and delicious.

And Mother was in the next room oblivious. She had no idea her upright, preacher husband was a fornicator. A dirty cheater. A man fucking their daughter. A tremble went through my body. The thought raced down my spine and into my nethers.

My back arched. I let out a low moan and came.

“Yes, you sinful harlot,” Daddy grunted as my pussy milked his cock.

My flesh writhed about his thrusting dick. He rammed it into me so hard and fast. The friction sent ripples of pleasure through my body. I groaned, stars dancing before my eyes as I savored how wonderful it felt.

Fucking. Wonderful, sinful fucking.

I was so glad I embraced it.

Mother’s humming increased. She was almost done with breakfast. My body heaved, the fear of being caught only increasing the bliss washing through my mind. A bold part of me hoped we were caught. To see the shock in Mother’s face when she realized I was a sexual being, that all her whispers of denying my urges, of avoiding even masturbation, would make me a good person and keep me from burning in the fires of Damnation.

She wanted to keep me from this bliss.

It would serve her right to catch us and see she failed. “Cum in me, Daddy.”

“Harlot!” He thrust into me and grunted.

A huge smile burst across my lips. Hot, salty cum pumped into my body. Incestuous seed filled my pussy. I groaned, a tingle of delight racing through me. My orgasm died down to a buzzing bliss as I wiggled, savoring his spurting dick. He shuddered, cock sliding in and out a final time then withdrew.

And dropped a silver dollar coin on the table. My pay. If I acted like a whore, then he would treat me like one.

I snagged it as it danced on the table, clutching it in my hand as I heard Daddy zip up behind me. I savored the cold feel of the coin in my palm as his seed leaked out of me. His hand smacked my ass before walking to the head of the table.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I panted as I sat up. I reached down and pulled my skirt up my thighs as my mother backed through the door, holding breakfast.

My heart thudded faster, fear striking cold. Without the thrill of daddy’s cock in me, I was so aware of my flushed face and my hands pulling up my panties against my sloppy cunt. Already his cum leaked out and soaked into my panties.

I ripped my hands out from beneath my skirt and smoothed them as Mother turned around, a big smile on her face. “Morning, dear.” She gave Daddy a kiss on the mouth. “Morning, Alexandra.”

“Morning, Mother,” I said, trembling, my hands clasped before me as she set three plates down on the table.

“Would you fetch your father his coffee?” Mother asked, giving me a smile. Even though it was only breakfast, she already had her haired perfectly coiffed into the short styled favored by the First Lady, Jackie Kennedy.

“Yes, Mother,” I said, speaking polite, the way I was raised.

She nodded her head as I rushed into the kitchen, my Mary Janes sounding so loud on the hardwood floors. Daddy’s cum made my panties squishy. I could smell the scent of his jizz wreathing me like a perfume.

She would smell it.

I rushed back in with Daddy’s mug of black coffee, setting it down on the table before him. He gave me a fatherly kiss on the cheek, just brushing the corner of my lips which sent an excited thrill through me. I took my seat on his left across from Mommy, my breakfast of bacon and western omelets steaming and ready to eat.

“What is that smell?” Mother asked, her nose wrinkling. “Something musty.”

My cheeks warmed. “I’m sure it’s nothing, Mother.”

“I’ll have to open the windows and air the room out.” She sighed. “Well, shall we say grace?”

I took Daddy’s strong, warm hand, a flush shooting through my body, then reached across the table for Mother’s. Daddy said grace. You could hear no hint of hypocrisy as he asked God to bless us. He had just fucked his daughter on this table, the scent lingering in the room.

His hypocrisy was what led to my sexual awakening. Two weeks ago, I was working on the garden outside our church, Thousand Oaks Methodist, when I discovered Daddy fucking Donna Paxtor, married to Deacon Bill, over his desk. Watching my father, who had always preached against sexual immorality, made me realize the adults had lied to me. That sex was amazing not something to be avoided. I masturbated watching them and had my first orgasm.

So I set about seducing my father. Last Sunday, Daddy fucked me in the dark baptismal changing room at our church, popping my cherry. I had hoped to set it up so Daddy didn’t know it was his own daughter he was fucking, but he figured it out.

And he didn’t care. He was such a hypocrite, he hungered for incestuous congress. A sexy, hunky, wonderful hypocrite.

I came so hard.

All last week, we had been fucking in the house or at the church. Whenever Daddy could get his hands on me, he would ram his dick into my cunt. And he always paid me a silver dollar or a crisp one. It was only right. I had told him I wanted to act like a whore.

And I loved it. I had to be the most sinful preacher’s daughter who had ever lived.

After grace, Mother and Daddy talked about the space program which I rolled my eyes over. Apparently, another one of the Mercury flights was coming up in May. The last one, which had my dad excited.

And then the talk turned to me.

“And how are you planning on spending your spring break?” Mother asked.

I blinked. We had talked about it already. Before I could say that nothing has changed and I planned on working on the flowers at the church—and fucking Daddy any chance I could—he said, “She’ll be helping me with the outreach in Los Angeles.”

I glanced at Daddy, my mouth open. I quickly closed it before Mother admonished me with one of her aphorisms like, “An open mouth invites flies.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Mother said. “It is good to know she’s diligent in her faith.”

“She’s very diligent in her faith,” Daddy said. “Very obedient. She is understanding her place in the world.”

I nodded my head, wondering what outreach program was in Los Angeles. I couldn’t remember hearing about one. We lived in the suburbs of Thousand Oaks, a short drive from the city. Sometimes my friends and I would drive out to Los Angeles to see a movie. There were several great drive-ins.

Places my last boyfriend always wanted to fool around.