He knocked on the door again.
“Are you trying on my present?” he said, not waiting for an answer and walking right in.
“Daddy!” she said, dropping her skirt back down to cover her legs.
She was standing in front of the full-length mirror on the wall of her very pink bedroom, squirming under his gaze. She wore long black socks that went up just above her knees and a pleated gray skirt that almost met the socks but left an inch of skin exposed in between them. Her sweater was pink, hugged her large breasts, and was short enough to expose a little slice of her chubby belly.
Looking at him, her pretty round face was innocent, her cheeks reddened, her lips pouted, and her eyes went large with bashfulness.
“Do you like them?” he asked, moving in, past the bed covered in teddy bears to stand next to her.
She looked down, biting her lip, shaking her head.
“No. Daddy, it’s embarrassing! They’re too small!” she pouted.
“Are they? Are you sure? Let me see,” he demanded, reaching for her, but she backed away.
Her face went red.
“Daddy! I can’t show you my panties?” she squealed.
“I need to see if they fit!”
“But Daddy, it’s embarrassing!” She repeated.
The way she said it made him smirk. “Em-bear-assing.”
“Nonsense, let me see.”
Her knees bent in as she bit her bottom lip and her fingers fretted with the hem of her skirt.
“Show me, right now,” he said sternly.
She stomped her foot and looked up at him, but when she saw the hard look in his eyes, she gasped a little.
“Yes, sir.”
She lifted up the hem of her pretty skirt and wiggled her legs anxiously. Her father’s gaze followed her thick legs to her chubby thighs. Her legs were pressed together as she squirmed.
The panties were small, bikini style, and light pink. They were obscenely small, the straps cutting into her soft skin and the triangle of fabric that was supposed to cover her crotch barely concealing anything.
The fat lips of her pussy were slightly visible, and the fabric was tight enough to show the outline of the split of her lips. It was obvious she had shaved completely bare because even a single strand of hair would have been visible through the tightness of the fabric.
“Oh. Hm. Maybe they are a little small, but I think they might stretch,” he said, moving closer and grabbing the little straps and tugging.
She tried to worm away from his grasp, but he pushed her against the mirror. His hands explored her thighs, and he chuckled as she tried to escape.
“Daddy, you can’t touch there!” she pleaded.
Suddenly his face changed. His eyes filled with rage, and he pushed her hard against the wall.
“What did you say?” he growled, grabbing her by the hair.
“I-I said, you’re not supposed to touch there!” she whimpered.
“No, that’s not what you said. Repeat exactly what you said,” he demanded.
“I said-” she thought and then swallowed, “I said you can’t touch there.”
“I can’t? Do you make the rules now?”
“I- um- no, sir,” she said defeatedly.
“Who makes the rules?”
“You do,” she said, pouting and looking miserable.
She dropped her hands and stood still for him. He leaned in, and the stubble on his cheek brushed her soft smooth cheek. He whispered in her ear.
“That’s right. You’re just a little girl, and I make the rules, and I can touch whatever I want,” he said into her ear, and she closed her eyes.
His fingers pulled at the tight cotton, and he easily ripped one of the straps. She let out a yelp as his fingers rubbed the thin line the strap made on her hip.
“I’m sorry it was embarrassing. They are a little too small. Sometimes I forget how grown-up you are getting,” he said sweetly into her ear.
She was breathing harder. She wanted to reply, but all the words were falling away. His hands were strong but gentle, rubbing her hip, moving to her thigh, then slowly between her thighs.
“I’m not that grown-up,” she whined in a babyish whisper.
“And you’re still my little girl?” He whispered into her ear.
“Always, Da-” she said, but a moan cut her off.
His hand moved down, and his fingers slipped between her smooth lips.
“Daddy,” she whimpered as her hands instinctively when up and caught his wrist,
“Little girls aren’t supposed to get all wet,” he said, his voice getting thick with need.
“Is it bad?” she asked sweetly.
Her hands were still on his wrist, but she was pulling him towards her body, not pushing him away.
“Very bad,” he said, biting her neck and then kissing it.
Then his finger slipped inside of her, and she clutched his arm and moaned.
“Oh, Daddy, I don’t think you’re supposed to- oh,” she said, her voice becoming dreamy.
He was groaning too as he fingered her, the tightness and wetness making him more and more aroused.
“Pull up your sweater for me, my pretty girl,” he whispered.
She bit her lip again and looked into his eyes.
“It’s okay?” she said in a very little voice, her eyes wide.
He nodded.
She was pushing her hips forward, grinding against his hand, as she let go of his arm and pulled the soft sweater up, revealing a pink bra, which, to be honest, was also a little small.
“I need you to take that bra off too, right now,” he said, perhaps trying to whisper sweetly but coming out as an order.
She hesitated.
“Daddy, I’m not too chubby, am I? You still think I’m pretty, don’t you?” she said, dodging his eyes.
He kissed her neck and cheek, coming closer to her lips, but she moved just out of the way.
“I think you are the most beautiful girl in the world. You are my little princess. You are perfect. I love all your parts and all your curves and all your squishy bits,” he said, nibbling her earlobe and nipping at her neck.
She smiled and giggled at that.
“You’re so pretty you make me do things daddies aren’t supposed to do,” he growled into the sweet smell of her neck.
Two of his fingers pushed deeper into her, his thumb pressing against her clit as he worked her.
“You’re a bad daddy,” she said, her thighs beginning to shake.
He suddenly pulled back a little and looked her in the eyes.
“Take off your fucking sweater and bra now. No more playing around,” he demanded.
As she stood up straighter against the wall and pulled off her sweater, he sank to his knees in front of her and kissed her naked belly. His hands went to her hips as he kissed down her stomach to the smooth skin just above her pussy. He rubbed his rough stubble against her softness, and she had to concentrate to get the sweater off and then unhook the bra.
His hands were on her outer thighs as he looked up at her. Her breasts were plump, with somewhat large areolas. They stood high and a bit apart. They made him drunk with lust, but not as much as burying his face between her thighs did.
“Oh, Daddy,” she moaned as her hands went to his hair.
Then she let herself fall into the warm, almost painfully delicious feeling of his tongue between her legs. Her hands running through his hair as he kissed her and found the spot that made her dizzy with pleasure.
Besides how good it felt, she knew how much he loved to kiss her there. She looked down at him and heard him moan as he buried his tongue inside of her.
She spread her legs a little, and he took full advantage of the additional room, bringing his hand up and slipping his fingers back inside of her as he sucked and licked her clit.
His strong fingers knew how to work her. He knew all of her buttons, especially that one deep inside of her. His tongue was lovely, but his fingers made her melt. That familiar, intimate pressure started. It felt like she was floating or falling, and she let her eyes close, and her body takes over.
As he pressed harder and licked faster, she suddenly became scared, trying to squirm away from him.
“Daddy! You’re going to make me make a mess!” She whimpered.
Her words only made him fuck her faster with his fingers. Her hands were in his hair, pulling hard, and her eyes were closed, and she let out little chirps of pleasure and fear, and then her body tensed.
Time seemed to slow, and then it came all at once. Her orgasm, the white heat of it in her face and belly and cunt, and then the warm wetness of her squirting, all of the floor, all over Daddy’s face. Then it was all matched with the heat in her face as she blushed and blushed, mortified by the mess she made.
She didn’t want to look down and see when she heard him laughing. She covered her face with her hands as he stood up.
“Oh my, we are going to need a towel. Maybe two!” he laughed.
“Daddy!” she whined.
Looking from between her fingers, she saw the whole front of his shirt was dark from wetness. His chin glistened. His smile was wide and victorious. He pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the little puddle she had made.
Shame made her feel even smaller. She pouted as he took her hand.
“Now it’s time for bed,” he said, pulling her forward.
She was dizzy and out of it as she let herself be dragged around her room. She was pulled this way and that and then pushed down on her bed, stuffed animals pushed aside, and nothing she could do about it.
Her skirt, which was soaked, was roughly removed, and she laid on her belly naked except for her socks. She knew it was Daddy’s time, and she was supposed to be good and stay still and push her butt out for him. She was nervous, as always, waiting for him to start. She never knew what exactly he was going to do.
The slap on her ass shocked her, even though she should have known. He always liked her red when he fucked her.
Eating her pussy always made him very hard and very mean. His hand stung as it hit her bottom again and again. The sweet dreaminess of her orgasm gave way to the deeper spaciness that pain brought. Her body wanted it so badly. The brightness of the impact of his palm on her. How it made her feel like he owned her body. How it woke up every cell of her skin.
She descended deeper into the space his spanking put her in and sank into her pillows, a moaning mess.
When he stopped, she waited for what would come next. Maybe his belt? Maybe his fists. It only took a moment to realize it would be his cock.
Daddy’s cock was very hard and very thick, and it stretched her at first, always almost painfully. Then he was so deep inside of her she couldn’t believe it. She could never really believe it, how deep he got, especially when she was on her belly.
It wasn’t like his fingers at all. It was so smooth, the way he slid in, like his cock was made for her. She thought, no, her pussy was made for him. She was his little girl, made just for his pleasure, even though it was bad. She liked how bad it was. She liked that her pussy was so good it made him do bad things. It made him break rules. It made him fuck his little girl.
His sounds made her smile and squirm. All of his grunting and groaning and pleasure. She pushed her ass back at him as he fucked her.
Since she had already come once, her body was quick to come again. She felt it building as he put his hand on the back of her neck and pushed her down while he fucked her.
“Daddy, remember you can’t, you know-” she whimpered.
“What?” He growled.
“You’re not supposed, Daddy. You’re not supposed to shoot your stuff into me,” she said into the pillow he pressed her pretty face into.
“Fuck, it’s too tight and wet. My little girl’s pussy is so good. God, I can’t stop myself,” he said, never slowing his fucking.
“Daddy, you’re not supposed to! It’s super bad! You can’t do it inside of me. You’re my father. You can’t come inside of me!” She said, the dirtiest of the words and the act tripping some switch inside of her.
“You’ll make a baby in my belly, Daddy. It’s the worst thing ever. It’s so bad. It’s so bad. You can’t come inside of your daughter’s pussy,” she said, like a mantra. She kept going, saying the same thing in different ways, begging him not to while she started to come, and the words became moans and screams into her pillow.
When she tightened around his cock he lost all control. He could picture his cock shooting come inside of her as he came, the badness of it, her moans mixed with begging pleas of “Daddy, no!”
Then they were panting next to each other. She was curling up, her fingers in her messy little cunt.
“You have to be a good girl, remember. You can’t tell,” he said into her ear, kissing her sweetly.
“Okay Daddy, I’ll be good,” she said, sniffling.
“That’s my girl. It’s okay. Daddy will take care of you. You just feel too good, I can’t help it,” he said, his fingers joining hers, rubbing his come around the smooth lips of her pussy as it dripped out of her.
The wrongness made his cock start to harden.
“So wet and messy, my little princess. Damn, we don’t have much time, but I have to use my little doll one more quick time before Mommy gets home,” he said, pushing her down on her back and slipping his hardening cock against her as she helplessly gave in to his needs once more.