Author's note:
I have received some feedback that concerns me. I don't have a problem with people writing and indicating that they don't like the story. But "Don't bother writing more." really isn't helpful. Give me a clue WHY you didn't like it and future pieces may be more to your liking. Something else I wanted to mention, the "Susie" stories were written for my GF and I to enjoy as the fantasy plays a part in our sex life together. Those things said, I hope you enjoy the stories, and I look forward to helpful feedback, be it positive or negative.
Susie's Awakening Ch. 3 (Awake and shared)
Susie awoke groggily and tried to sit up. The cuffs on her wrists and her ankles held her tight. She pulled against them, knowing it would be useless, that she was helplessly trussed up for her fatherâs cock to use whenever he wanted. She sobbed in humiliation. How could her own body betray her by craving something that was so wrong, so dirty?
She heard a thud as the vibrator slipped out of her dripping cunt and fell to the floor. Oh, no! She thought. Daddy had told her not to let it fall or she would be in terrible trouble.
âThought I warned you about that, slut.â
She gasped as she heard her fatherâs voice. He must be on the couch right behind her.
âI didnât mean to let it fall, Daddy, it was just an accident, Iâm sorry,â she whimpered.
His hand cracked roughly on her ass and she screamed. âNot half as sorry as youâll be, my little cocksucker,â He started to stroke her ass then, gently, and his voice turned teasing. âYouâre such a good little cocksucker, you suck Daddyâs meat so wellâŚ.who taught you how to do that?â
âNo one Daddy!! I swear! I just do it for Daddy!â she cried.
âThen how do you get such good grades, a little whore like you?â Another slap on her ass, this one harder. âYouâll suck whoever I tell you to suck, whore.â
He undid the handcuffs and ankle cuffs, and carried her into the bathroom. He undressed her carefully and put her in the bathtub.
âWhat are you doing, Daddy?â she asked. She couldnât imagine.
âDonât you remember when Daddy used to give you baths all the time? I am going to clean my baby girl up, because we are having company.â
Susie almost wilted in relief. If they were having company, then he couldnât fuck her and then she wouldnât have to feel guilty about how much she loved it. She cringed when she remembered how sheâd begged for his cock, told him to take whatever part of her he wanted to use, to spew his cum all over her.
Tom gently rubbed the soap all over her body, washing away all of his cum, all of the drool, all of her cunt juices until she was spanking clean. Then his hand moved down with the washcloth to rub her tiny bald cunt. She noticed that the front of his shorts were bulging, as if something strong, hard, and thick were underneath them.
He began to rub her in that special place, and she felt herself begin to dissolve again in waves of pleasure. His strong fingers were practiced and knew exactly how to touch her to make her helpless.
âWhose cunt is this, little cocksucker?â
Susie didnât know what to say, so she didnât answer. Roughly he slapped her across her breasts and she yelped. âI asked you a question, whore!â
âItâs yours!! Your cunt, Daddy!â
He laughed cruelly. âThatâs rightâŚ.and I get to do whatever I want with my little cunt, and this tiny assholeâŚ.â He slipped a finger in her ass just as her hips were bucking against his strong hand. âFight all you wantâŚ.I like it better when I have to work for it.â
Suddenly her body was writhing in orgasm, and she closed her legs tightly over her fatherâs hand, holding it there as wave after wave of cum shot through her. Tom laughed softly. âI knew youâd be good at this.â
She expected---wanted him---to pull down his shorts and let his huge cock pop out for her to suck, but he didnât. Instead he picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. He dried her off carefully, stopping to suck roughly on her nipples. Then he got out one of her babydoll night gowns with matching panties and dressed her like a doll.
Thatâs what I am, she realized helplessly. Just his little fuck dollâŚwhat kind of a bad girl is a fuck doll for her father? Maybe she should scream or yellâŚbut the image of what was behind his bulging shorts stopped her. She had to have that in her mouth, in her cunt, up her ass, again, she just had to.
He brushed her hair gently and put it up in two pigtails. âThere, thatâs my little angel whore,â he smiled, his eyes glittering. She wondered what he had in mind to do to her little body this time.
He picked her up and carried her into the living room. She put her arms around his neck. Maybe heâs just going to cuddle me now, she thought, and was surprised at the huge feeling of disappointment that came with that thought. Stop it!! She told herself firmly. Only bad, dirty girls want their fatherâs cock thrusting and throbbing inside of them!
To her surprise, the living room wasnât empty. There was a huge black man sitting on the couch, drinking a beer.