All These Roadworks: I’m delighted to welcome author Rose Richards to the All These Roadworks partnership program, and today marks the ATR release of her premium age-gap anthology Finding Daddy (click here to view in store).
I’m a fan of her stories of teasing daughters and loving-but-forceful daddies, and it’s my hope that you will be too.
The following is a taste of the hot daddy-daughter erotica that you can expect from Rose – and a PDF/EPUB version of this story is included as a bonus extra in the ATR release of Finding Daddy!
All characters in this story are aged 18 years or over.
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Daddy Punishes Me for Being Too Naughty
by Rose Richards
I’m a naughty slut, and Daddy knows it. My dad and I have an interesting relationship… taboo. We didn’t plan this—hell, he didn’t even know who I was when he ran into me in the bar. He hadn’t seen me in years. I’m twisted enough that I wanted his cock to be the first one I ever had. Now I’ve got Daddy wrapped around my finger and I’m living with him this summer before college starts again in the fall. The summer is almost over, and I wish I could stay here forever.
Once Daddy found out who I was, I convinced him he wanted me all the time. He’s turned me into his freeuse slut this summer, and it’s amazing. He lets me be as carefree as I want, and I spend most of my time pretending the adult world doesn’t exist. It’s just me, Daddy, my stuffies, and fun all summer long.
While he’s at work, I have free rein of the house. I like to poke around to find out his secrets. When he caught me on his laptop a few weeks ago, he bought me my own. I love it. I used a metallic pen to draw hearts on it and decorated the case with stickers. No one is going to steal this when I take it to college with me in a couple of weeks. I don’t think people will want a laptop with a sticker of lips that says, “I kiss Daddy with this filthy mouth.” Plus, I put some pony stickers on there for good measure.
But the best thing about the laptop is that Daddy didn’t put any parental controls on the internet. While he’s at work, I can search for whatever I want, and he doesn’t know. And when I discover the wonderful world of daddy porn, a whole new world opens up for me. I love to watch bratty little submissives dressing up in short skirts and getting punished. I’m filthy and I like to imagine it’s me and my dad in the video.
Most afternoons after Daddy goes back to work after lunch, I surf for sexy videos. My favorite ones are where the girl gets spanked and then fucked. Daddy doesn’t let me come without permission, but he never said not to touch myself. Sometimes I can’t help it, and I rub little circles on my clit while watching video after video. Today is one of those afternoons.
I’m on my belly on the living room floor and skim through my favorites. I bookmarked a ton yesterday; from the girl bent over her boyfriend’s knee, to the daddy who orders his little to hold her skirt up while he spanks her bare ass.
After I’ve watched a dozen videos, my fingers are on my clit and my pussy is on fire. I need some relief soon. Daddy isn’t home yet, so I have time to get myself off. How badly would he punish me if I came without permission? Hell, maybe I want the punishment.
I turn on a video clip of a daddy spanking the girl’s pussy and stretch out on my back. I’m wearing a cotton nightgown and no panties since Daddy’s rules are no panties unless he tells me to wear them. Bending my knees, I put my feet flat on the floor and get lost in the video as I caress my clit with one hand.
Once the video gets to the spot where the guy is spanking the girl’s pussy with his bare hand, I close my eyes and let my imagination take over. In my fantasy, Daddy’s home and finds me on the floor with my shaved pussy on full display. Instead of being mad, he sits on the couch to watch. Once he sees how wet I am, he climbs on top of me and takes over. Sliding my other hand down, I push two fingers into my pussy while rubbing my clit with the other hand. I imagine it’s Daddy’s cock inside me. I’m moaning so loudly, I don’t hear Daddy come in.
“What’re you doing, Rose?”
My eyes open wide. Uh-oh. It’s too early for him to be home! Thinking I’m going to get in trouble makes me speed up my circles on my clit and I moan louder. Daddy stands above me with his hands on his hips, waiting for a response. I don’t know what to say, so I say nothing—I just keep rubbing my clit and thrusting my fingers into my pussy.
I buck my hips against my hands and whimper as Daddy watches me with narrowed eyes. I can tell he’s not happy, and knowing I’m in trouble pushes me over the edge.
“Ooooh, god!” I cry out as my pussy spasms around my fingers and pleasure zips from my fingers to my toes. It’s always in the back of my mind that I’m filthy and depraved for what I’m doing with my father, but it feels too good to stop. I’d do anything for his cock, and the naughtiness of knowing I’m fucking my own father always makes me come hard.
It seems like forever before the ecstasy fades and my breathing returns to normal. Daddy’s hard under his work trousers, and he continues to stare down at me. Um, I better try to make him smile. I giggle and give him my best cutesy voice, “Hi Daddy! You’re home early.”
Daddy doesn’t say a word as he drops his keys on the coffee table and steps out of his shoes. He loosened his tie and slowly takes it off. My insides quiver while I watch him unbutton the cuffs around his wrists and then take off his shirt. Oh no, I think I’m in big trouble. He unbuckles his belt with a slow, methodical pace that makes me even wetter.
My voice is shaky. “Uh, Daddy, what are you doing?”
Daddy still doesn’t talk as he drops his trousers. My eyes are round circles when his cock springs free from his boxers. It’s hard as a rock, which makes me clench my thighs together. I lick my lips as I stare at it, knowing exactly how he tastes. Why isn’t he shoving it in my mouth right now? Sometimes he tells me to be on my knees when he gets home from work. He uses my mouth and calls me a good slut. God, I need him to fuck me so badly right now, but he still says nothing as he folds up his clothes and sets them on the coffee table.
“Get up.” His voice is harsh, and I rise quickly to my feet. Oh yeah, he’s pissed.
He grips my arm and leads me into the kitchen. pushing me face down on the kitchen table with a little too much force. Ohhh, this is going to be bad. I watch Daddy over my shoulder as he opens a drawer and pulls out a cotton washcloth. Uh, what’s he doing with that? Maybe I better say something to him while he’s calm and not too angry?
“Uh… Daddy… You’re home early.”
“Yes, Rose,” his voice is tight and clipped. “Daddy’s home.”
That didn’t work. I stick my thumb in my mouth and try to look innocent as he runs water on the washcloth and brings it over to me. He yanks my nightgown up and holds my shoulder down as he rubs the cloth against my pussy.
Eeep, it’s cold! I writhe and cry out around my thumb as he gives my pussy a thorough cleaning. He’s not being gentle, and it hurts a little and yet also excites me. Nothing like this was in any of the videos. This doesn’t seem good.
When he’s finished, he pulls my thumb out of my mouth. “Open wide.”
I try to put my thumb back in my mouth, and he swats my hand away. “Rose, don’t make me say it again.”
Shit. I open as wide as I can and give him my best puppy dog stare as he shoves half the washcloth into my mouth. I can taste myself on it. “Whaaa…” I try to talk around it and it’s muffled nonsense. Daddy is going to punish me for being a naughty little slut. Something tells me this will not be as fun as it looks in the pornos.
“Babygirl, you know what you did was wrong.”
I wish I could take back the last ten minutes. If I hadn’t come, he probably wouldn’t be this mad. I was a bad girl.
I nod my head and try to tell him I’m sorry, but he can’t understand me. He gives me a glare that shuts me up immediately. Oh no, what is he going to do to me?
I don’t think I’ve ever seen my dad this angry, and it’s messed up how much this is turning me on. I’m shaking from fear and excitement. If he fucks me, I might come again as soon as he slides into me.
“Now babygirl, here is how this is going to work. You’re my naughty fucktoy daughter who needs to be taught a lesson. I’m going to do whatever I want to you and you’re not allowed to orgasm. If you come, I’ll punish you until you beg me to stop.”
Daddy’s voice is rough and sends shivers down my spine. Uh-oh. How am I going to keep from coming?
“If you do everything right, you’ll get a special treat when I’m finished with you.”
Oooh, I like Daddy’s treats. My pussy buzzes, and I nod vigorously. I’m going to be the best daughter in the world and he’s going to give me that treat. I don’t know how I’m going to stop myself from coming, but maybe it won’t be too bad.
He presses against my entrance with the head of his cock, and I whimper around the washcloth. Oh, uh… yeah. The pleasure is intense as he sinks in slowly. My dad’s cock stretches me out and my mind blips out from the pleasure. I was expecting hard and fast, and him being gentle is almost my undoing.
“How does that feel, babygirl?”
I moan in response. Oh god, I’m going to come any second now with just him being inside of me like this. Why is he doing this? Shouldn’t he be fucking me hard in punishment? Damn, he’s thick and long, and he fills up every inch of my pussy perfectly. It’s all I can do to not come as I clench my thighs against him.
Daddy doesn’t give me any warning before he pulls out of me completely, then drives back in balls deep in one thrust. Oh, shit! A groan erupts from my lips as he fucks me with long strokes, making the entire table shake. Pleasure radiates from my core down to my toes. Holy shit, I need him to fuck me harder! This is too slow!
I let out a small moan when Daddy moves his fingers between my legs to stroke my clit while he fucks me. It’s too much sensation when he’s sliding into me and rubbing my clit at the same time. He’s trying to make me come. He’s a dirty cheater!
Daddy increases his pace, thrusting hard against me and circling my clit with his thumb. It takes all my concentration to not come. As the bliss builds, my mind whirls.
Oh, shit! Oh, shit! What if I can’t hold back from coming? Tiny moans escape around the washcloth as my head goes fuzzy. I can tell I’m going to come any moment. I can’t stop it.
My thighs start to quiver right when Daddy pulls out. Ohhhh, god. I slump onto the table while my body trembles from the abrupt lack of orgasm. My brain is too fried to think.
He wraps my hair around his fist and lifts my head. When he pulls the washcloth out of my mouth, I give him a dreamy smile. “I didn’t come.”
He snorts. “I know, and neither did I. Do you know what this means?”
I peep out a tiny, “Oh,” as it sinks in exactly what he’s saying. Daddy isn’t done using me.
“Yeah… oh. Stand up, slut.”
I stumble off the table and he turns me around and boosts me up to sit on the surface. What’s going on?
His voice is harsh. “Lie down. You’re going to edge yourself like the little whore you are.”
Uh… I blink at him.
“Now!”
Shit. I do as he demands, and he tugs me up so I’m in the middle of the table.
“Now slut, spread your legs and start rubbing our clit. Don’t stop until I tell you to. And don’t even think about coming.”
Daddy’s orders send a fresh wave of tingles throughout my body. Oh god, it’s so dirty and wonderful at the same time. I slide my hand between my legs and begin rubbing soft circles around my clit.
“Do you understand you’ve been a bad slut?” I nod, and he smiles. “Good girl.”
Daddy grips his shaft and stands over me, stroking slowly. Wait, he can’t come on me! I need his cum inside me. What is he doing? Shouldn’t he be fucking me right now?
“Do you think bad daughters deserve their Daddy’s cum?” His tone drops lower than normal, and there’s an undercurrent of something dark beneath its smoothness.
I can’t tear my eyes away from his cock and I moan with frustration, “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll be good next time. I promise.”
“I should just come all over you,” he growls and jerks his cock faster. “This is your punishment for disobeying me.”
The pleasure builds in my core again and my toes curl as the bliss threatens to overwhelm me. I’m panting and moan and my pleas come out like sobs. “No Daddy, please fuck me and breed me. Please? I need it. I’m your fucktoy breeding daughter who needs your cum.”
My begging makes him stop stroking. “Oh, you need my cum?”
I arch my back off the table as I fight to stop my orgasm. “Yes… please. Oh god, I need it so bad I need you to fill me up.”
Daddy picks up the washcloth and a snap of his wrist brings the wet edge in contact with my breast. Ohhh, fuck. I buck against my hand as he slaps the other breast with the cloth.
I’m mindless with pleasure and moaning loudly as he alternates breasts. Each time he hits my nipple, I cry out from the pain as my pussy vibrates with pleasure.
“You’re a filthy little slut. Say it.”
“Fuck, shit… I’m a filthy slut!” I cry out with the next hit on my nipple.
Daddy growls and slaps my nipple so hard it stings. It’s so good. The pain is sharp enough to break through my haze of pleasure and makes me focus on not coming.
“You like that, Babygirl?”
I nod frantically and sob, “Yes, more.”
“Oh, my little pain slut daughter wants more?” He smiles darkly at me while my head whirls.
I nod at him with a gasp. “Yes… Please. Hit me again.”
Daddy gives a brief chuckle and delivers several fast swats to my nipples before stopping. I’m frantically rubbing myself and I’m in a daze of pleasure and pain. I take a moment to realize he set the washcloth down on the counter.
“Rose, stop.”
I still my hand and moan as a shiver of bliss ripples through me. Wait, that doesn’t count as an orgasm, does it? No, that wasn’t one… I don’t think. I’m woozy from pleasure and it’s hard to concentrate.
“Go get your laptop and bring it in here, my slut. It’s time for your final punishment.”
Ohhh, that means I’ve almost earned my treat. I climb off the table and stumble out into the living room. My entire body is tingling, and I’m not sure if I hate my dad or love him right now.
I bring my laptop into the kitchen, and he takes it from me and sets it on the table. “Show me your favorite video.”
Uh-oh. He might not like my favorite. I try to act cute and bat my eyelashes at him. “I’m sure there are better ones…” I stick my thumb in my mouth again for good measure.
He pushes me against the table and bends me over so my face is almost against the laptop screen. He growls, “If my little slut wants to watch porn, she’s going to watch it when I tell her to. Now show me your favorite one before I never cum in your pussy again.”
Hey! He can’t say that. He has to come inside me and breed me. I glance at him and his facial expression is hard. Oh shit, he means it! I’m already on the website and I quickly find my favorite video where the woman is getting her pussy spanked by her daddy. I play it, and we both watch the guy on the video bend the woman over and rip her panties off.
Daddy chuckles. “My little slut doesn’t have any panties on.”
I wiggle my ass at him and he pushes my nightgown back up to my waist, exposing my bare bum. When the guy in the video starts spanking the pussy of the woman, Daddy uses his knee to force me to spread my legs.
Ooooh, is he going to fuck me again?
A sharp spank on my pussy makes me cry out. “Ohhhh.”
Every time the guy on the video spanks the pussy of the woman, Daddy mirrors it with me. I’m crying out with each smack and I almost come every time.
I can tell by Daddy’s voice that he’s getting more turned on. He’s practically panting when he talks. “You’re just a little slut who’ll do anything for my cum, aren’t you?”
I groan, “Yes, anything.”
“Say it. Say you’re a little cum-addicted slut for your dad’s cum.”
My head spins when he spanks my pussy again, and I cry out. “I’m a little cum-addicted slut for Daddy’s cum.”
The guy in the video shoves his cock into the woman, and Daddy does the same to me. He sinks straight to my core so forcefully that it lifts me up onto my tippy-toes.
“Ooooh, god!” I cry out as he hammers into me.
He leans over me and shoves his fingers into my mouth. “Suck on them. That’s all you’re good for; sucking and fucking.”
I close my eyes and moan as I suck on his fingers. Daddy has never been this rough before, and I love it. With my eyes closed, I don’t know what’s going on in the video. But when Daddy removes his fingers from my mouth and pulls my head back with my hair, I know the end of the video is coming up.
“Beg for it,” he demands.
I know what he wants to hear. “Please Daddy, use me like the little slut I am. Fuck your daughter’s cunt until you come deep inside me. Fill me up. I’m just your cumslut whore of a daughter. Please, please, please give it to me.”
Oh my god! He speeds up his strokes, and I’m about to explode.
“Need your cum,” I whimper.
When he groans, “Oh, you’re gonna get my cum,” I can’t handle it anymore. I burst into a million pieces as a shock wave of pleasure zips from my core throughout my entire body.
“Aaaahhh, oh fuck!” I scream as he continues to pound into me while I’m wracked by ecstasy. Every time he bottoms out, it prolongs the peak and feels like I’m coming again.
When he finally gives a loud groan and shoots load after load of thick, sticky cum inside me, I moan from the pleasure. It feels so good. My pussy clenches tightly around his cock, milking him dry.
He leans against me while we catch our breath. When we come down from our high, Daddy pulls out of me and sits in the nearest kitchen chair. He tugs me off the table and wraps me up in his arms.
It’s as if a switch is flipped, and suddenly he’s my loving dad again. “Good girl. Snuggle Daddy.”
I kiss his neck while he strokes my hair, and I give him a hesitant smile. “I came.”
“Yes, you did. My sweet little daughter held out for a very long time. You’re such a good girl.”
He holds my hand and kisses all my fingertips as I melt against him. Oooh, I love it when he’s like this.
His voice rumbles through his chest. “Did that feel good, babygirl? Did you like Daddy rough?”
“Yes…” My body shivers from an aftershock of pleasure and I giggle. “Liked it a lot. Daddy made me come hard.”
He smiles and holds me tightly against his chest. “My little Rose. Safe and happy.”
“Loved by Daddy,” I murmur as I use a finger to draw hearts on his chest.
“Loved,” he echoes.
A feeling of warmth and contentment washes over me from our ritual. My voice is soft. “And Loved.”
“And loved.”
He kisses the top of my head, and I know without a doubt that I’m exactly where I belong—in my father’s arms, no matter how wrong this is.
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Omg this story couldn’t get more sluttier than this. Bdsm slut approved!!!