This is a story about a house on Devante Dr. otherwise thought of as Deviant Dr. Every house on the block had a secret hidden behind the door. Every house was a den of sins and iniquity. This is the story of the deviance in the house with the Red Door.
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It started like most things do, too subtly to realize it has begun. On Sienna Moore's 18th birthday, her dad Mitch began giving her more than presents. It started as the party was winding down a reach to help clean up that brought him in contact with her breasts. The graze of his forearm across her nipples, the brush of a hand on her ass as he walked by. See Sienna was 18, shy and curvy. In the internet-soaked mind of boys her age she was considered too fat. She did not look like a stick figure wearing yoga shorts.
To a mature man she was perfect. Shining chestnut hair, wide sparkly brown eyes, an hour glass figure that looked like it could go all night. Wide hips, huge tits and an ass that looked like a target. The kind of ass a man could imagine covered in his cum... inside and out. So being overlooked by her peers, she was not used to the games that are played and thought that her father was getting clumsy. It persisted, brush, touch, bump, for weeks. Then he began to escalate, when she no longer reacted to the brushes by moving away he upped the game. Would hug her from behind, for long periods, cuddling his cock in the crease of her ass. His hugs always had one of his hands accidentally cupping her breast. He was walking in on her in the shower... accidentally. He was leaving his room with his robe untied, allowing full view of his chest and boxers. It was impossible not to notice that Mitch was good looking, 6'4" with dark hair sparsely shot through with grey, a goatee to make him look rugged, and a barrel chest that tapered to a v-waist and pointed at a 10-inch monster cock that lay heavily against his thigh like a serpent coiled and waiting for a rush of blood to attack.
As she began to get comfortable with each step he would up his game. Grab his boxer covered cock and stroke it while she pretended not to see. Then let it harden and poke out at her. He would hug her and thrust slightly against her. If she tried to escape he would accidentally slip letting go of her and end up with a handful of flesh. He started buying her clothes a size too small and making her hems shorter.
Sienna didn't know, she was clueless. She would whine to her mom, Sharon, that she was getting fatter, her mom would tsk and tell her she looked fine. Her mom tsk-ed everything away. She didn't see the game happening in front of her anymore than Sienna did. Or if she did she didn't try to stop it.
The subtlest shift came in the way that he talked to her. He told her to call her Daddy because he was sad that his princess was getting so big. Praising her with "good girl" if she did something he liked. For things he didn't like, he would call her a tease. As things progressed, he started calling her a slutty tease, then shortened that to just a slut. It took three full months of daily insults, touching and accidents before he made his move.
It was family movie night, popcorn and blankets snuggled up on the couch. Sienna was in the middle of her parents curled up and bouncy. The movie was a romantic comedy that would keep the girls focused and attentive. But the film after was a dusty historical western that both would find boring. Mitch hoped that his wife would become drowsy so he could set his plan in motion.
During the first movie he rubbed Sienna haphazardly, so it didn't seem to be on purpose. Her thigh, her arm, a brush of her breasts reaching for popcorn. He was glad to see that her nipples were erect and pushing brazenly through her night shirt. Sharon kept her rapt attention on the tv as the characters stumbled into unforeseen love.
Sienna was distracted by the flutter in her tummy every time her father touched her. She wasn't sure what the feeling was, it felt like a mix between anxiety, shame and joy. Her body equally wanted to push closer and get farther away. It was confusing. She hoped her tummy would settle soon.
The first movie ended and everyone jumped up to refill glasses, use the restroom and stretch before the next video started. Her mother was looking a bit spent because the night before her husband had woken her by shoving his huge cock in her ass. He had "lubed" but not enough and the discomfort had kept her awake long after he had blown his load into her bowels. He had rolled over and slept like the dead. While she had pondered when it all had changed. When they had first married he had been attentive and cautious of her delicate body. He had gotten a job at a company that he came to loathe, and as his unhappiness with his job had developed, his slowly stopped bridling his strength. He would use sex to get out his stress, rage and aggression. She became a convenient vessel to deposit his load. When she got pregnant, he started to take every care with her. That lasted until Sienna had been 2 months old and lack of sleep and dissatisfaction at his job began to cloud the edges. Then she was once again relegated to the living sex doll life. He was kind to her during the day and made sure that their lives were beyond comfortable. When he was head hunted away from the company he hated she had great hope that things would return to the once upon a time, but patterns had been set. She even hoped another pregnancy would save her but she never got pregnant again. What she was unaware of was that her husband had instructed the doctor to tie her tubes after Sienna's birth, claiming that the pregnancy had been too tough on her. To this day she did not know the lengths he had gone to in order to keep her in her cum vessel position.
They all settled back into the sofa, her mom curled her feet up next to her which meant that Sienna had to sit even closer to her dad. The movie began and within 10 minutes her mom was sound asleep. Sienna glanced at her briefly before turning back to the movie. Her eyelids were getting heavy 10 minutes later but before she had a chance to nod off, her father pulled her closer. He shifted positions so that she was basically sitting between his legs. He pulled her head into his chest as he began to stroke her arm in a comforting way.
"Sienna," he whispered to keep from waking his wife, "I noticed earlier when I hugged you, I accidentally brushed your breast, your nipple was erect. I am worried that there might be something wrong. I don't want to worry your mother because she will rush you to the hospital, but I do want to check to make sure everything is alright."
Sienna tried to sit up as the shock of being ill grabbed her. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back. "Just sit still and I will examine them." He said, gently covering her breasts with each of his hands. He gripped her breasts and palpitated them a bit. "I really can't tell what is going on with your shirt in the way."
He grabbed the hem and slowly pulled the night shirt up until it was tucked into her armpits. He stared at the massive breasts that had consumed him for the last three months. They were so heavy that they swung lower than a perky teen tit should, but he thought they were perfect. So much flesh he would have no trouble wrapping it around his cock. He could imagine tit fucking her endlessly.
He grabbed her naked tits and began palpitating them. Pinching her nipples between his fingers, tugging and twisting them so they stood at attention. As he got more worked up the rougher he became, gripping, twisting and pinching. She began to whimper and press back into him.
"Why are you so worked up, baby girl?" He whispered. "Your nipples are hard like you are turned on. I need to check something else." He slid his hand down over her stomach and traced the edge of her cotton panties before letting his fingers dip inside. He stroked his way through her pubic hair until his fingers found her slippery slit. He pressed her clit causing her to arch into his hand. "Why are you wet? Is my little slut turned on being touched by her Daddy?"
"I am sorry. I don't know what is going on. I don't understand." Sienna said. "I am sorry, Daddy. Please tell me how to stop it?"
"Oh sweetie, you can't stop it because you are a dirty slut, aren't you?" He panted against her ear, his hard cock pressed tightly between them. "Tell Daddy what a dirty slut you are?"
"I am so sorry I am a dirty slut, Daddy. I wish I could control it."
"So, do I, but it seems that you need Daddy to take care of this for you." He said grinding against her ass. "Daddy is going to have to train you how to be a good girl. This is totally inappropriate, being turned on by your Daddy."
"I am sorry Daddy. How do I stop?"
"I doubt you can. A slut, is a slut, is a slut. We are just going to have to manage it." He said slipping his fingers into her wet hole. He began pumping his fingers into her in the same rhythm he pressed his hips against her ass. His fingers propelled her higher and higher. She began to whimper and shift. "Shhh, slut, you don't want to wake your mom. She would be very upset to know what a dirty slut you are."
