This is my story - of how I became a real Daddy's girl.
I live alone with my father and mother in a quiet suburb of central Italy, I'm 19 years old, I'm a curvy female, I have pink pouty lips, perky DD breasts and long red hair. I'm what you would consider "petite".
One evening, after being thoroughly fucked by my family's barber and having lost track of time - I arrived home at a few minutes shy of 3 AM, Believing that my father was asleep, as his shifts had changed to the wee hours of the morning. I tried my best to sneak in but the door to the house has the nasty habit of jamming the key inside the lock creating loud metallic noises that ring through the bottom floor.
As I entered I heard what sounded to be a glass being placed back on a table - It was my Daddy, he had remained awake...and I would soon find out why.
He leapt out of his seat, grabbed me by the hair and, despite my protests, without uttering one word he threw me over the arm of the leather couch in our sitting room. In one swift movement he ripped my dimpy skirt and panties off and to my surprise I hear a loud slap and feel my ass burning.
"Daddy, no! Please stop! Why are you doing this!? I'm sorry, I won't ever stay out this late again!" I pleaded, sobbing through words.
"I'm doing this to you to teach you that you are MY girl. And no girl of mine is going to dress like a slut and come home 3 hours past their curfew!" - he spits, almost in disgust.
I drop my head in surrender and accept the spanking, sobbing like a child... Slap...Slap...Slap... I look back, wondering why my Daddy has interrupted the spanks... I see a look in his eye, one I have never seen before.
He moves closer to me, I can feel his heat on my back, almost to himself. Next I feel warm finger-tips, slithering their way down my back...down to my ass... he whispers something inaudible, but the tone insinuates something sinister. I feel them guide expertly between my ass cheeks... and continue until he reaches my puffy pink cunt lips.
I gasp, realizing what is happening "Daddy, no! Please, you can't do this! It's wrong! I promise I'll be a good girl!" I pant.
My mind is screaming - saying this is wrong, that I should fight back with everything left in me but my body betrays me and pushes back towards his touch. I feel him grinning, his eye burning into me.
"well, well... It seems my thoughts of you are correct... look how wet you are for Daddy...you ARE just a little slut...But you're going to be Daddy's little slut...Isn't that right?" he whispers hoarsely, quietly, almost to himself.
I drop my head in shame, feeling the first tears sting my eyes and wet my cheeks. He proceeds to slowly insert a finger, curling it - hitting my sweet spot. I can't help but groan, his touch is like fire. He continues to finger-fuck my poor little cunt savagely, adding another finger then two. He presses his lips against my ear, telling me how wet I am and how hard he's going to fuck me - I cum almost immediately, causing my legs to give way. He props me up against the side of the couch, he unzips his pants and frees his monster cock, I gasp, astounded by the width of my Daddy's fuck meat.
"Suck your Daddy's cock, slut!" he says.
I hesitate a little.. he grabs me by the back of the head and plunges his rock hard cock down my throat savagely fucking my face.
