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Yesterday was a boring day at work. My father was at a conference, so I spent most of the day catching up on filing and emails. He’s back in the office today and I’ve been a wet, needy mess all morning, hoping I get fucked.
Walking into the office, I scan the reception area, noting the lack of people at the front desk. Where is everyone? I make my way back to dad’s office with a spring in my step. I hope he fucks me before lunch.
His door is open, and as I enter, my father’s staring intently at his computer. When he notices me, he gives me a frosty glare. “Shut the door, Crystal.”
Uh-oh, he didn’t call me babygirl. Why is he mad? I’ve been an obedient office pet for weeks now, and he has no reason to be angry at me. Whatever it is, I’m sure I didn’t do it.
As I shut the door behind me, I approach his desk and wait for him to give me direction. I know he won’t until I address him properly, so I smile and say, “Good morning, Daddy.”
My dad’s tone is curt. “Get over here.”
Um, what’s going on? When Daddy continues to stare at me with his steely gaze, I approach him warily. He stands up as soon as I’m close to him, and he grabs my upper arms, throwing me face first against his desk. It happens so suddenly, I barely have time to process it before my skirt’s at my waist and he’s ripping my panties off.
Wait, he’s going to fuck me? He’s never been like this before. I struggle to remain calm despite the hammering in my chest and blood roaring in my ears. Yes, I wanted him to fuck me today, but not like this. I imagined soft and loving Daddy.
He twists my hair around his fist and yanks my head up, while my traitorous pussy spasms in pleasure. He’s gripping my hair so tightly, I try to hold in my tears. There’s nothing but darkness and a chill in his voice as he speaks with quiet anger. “Do you know what I spent an hour doing this morning?”
How should I know? I wasn’t here. I answer with a whimper, “N-no, Daddy.”
He begins to spank me so hard, tears well in my eyes as pain shoots up and down my body. What the hell? I try to focus on not crying, but with each painful slap to my ass, it becomes harder to hold back.
He’s breathing heavily. “You have no idea what you did?”
I’ve never been so confused in my life. He’s punishing me and wants me to guess. I’m utterly lost. “No, Daddy, what is it?”
He continues to rain down spanks on my aching flesh. With each hit, a fuzziness steals over me. A rush of pleasure zaps through my entire body, replacing the pain and making me tingle from head to toe. Fuck, it feels good, and I struggle to contain a moan.
Daddy yanks me up by my hair again and spanks my ass harder, causing me to jerk forward as his palm connects with my backside. I feel his fury radiating from him as he rumbles, “Tell me.”
As he continues to deliver blows to my ass, I plead, “I don’t know, Daddy! Tell me what it is!”
I squirm in his grasp, trying to escape the punishment, but he holds me down firmly and growls, “If you don’t know, I’m going to fuck it out of you.”
What? That doesn’t even make any sense. How am I supposed to confess something I don’t remember doing? I sob from frustration, my legs shaking with the effort to keep standing as he keeps raining down stinging slaps to my ass. Each strike on my skin intensifies my pleasure and I know he will discover the truth once he fucks me. I’m so crazy turned on by this, I’m practically a puddle.
I gasp, “Yes, please Daddy. Fuck it out of me.”
My father’s breathing becomes labored as he holds onto my hair and fumbles with his pants. The sound of the fabric rustling tells me he’s pulling his cock out. All I feel is a nudge of the head of his cock before he’s slamming into me so hard the desk creaks.
Fuuuuck, he’s hurting me, but there’s also something else there… a sweet thrill that I’m getting something I’ve wanted but been afraid to ask for. I’ve daydreamed about him taking me roughly like this, and now it’s really happening.
He sets a grueling pace, pounding into my pussy so fast I can’t catch my breath, and I clench down on his cock to relieve the burning pain building up from the friction. Oh shit, this hurts, but I can also tell the pleasure is building. What the hell has gotten into Daddy?
When I cry out in a strangled gasp, my dad shifts his weight closer to me, pressing down on my shoulder as he impales me hard and fast, his cock sinking into me up to the hilt and filling me to the point where I wonder if I can take any more, or if it will split me in two.
After one particularly hard thrust, I clench around him and gasp out, “Ohh fuck, Daddy, it feels good. Please don’t stop!”
As I beg for him to continue, it drives Daddy crazy.
“You’re dripping wet,” he growls. “You’re my fucking slut daughter who can’t put files back in the right place, and you’re not supposed to be enjoying this. This is punishment.”
Oh shit, is that what I did? If I misplaced a file, it wasn’t on purpose. He has to know that! I wiggle my hips back at him, trying to match his movements. Daddy lets out a grunt and buries himself into me up to the hilt, so deep it feels like he’s almost inside my womb. I love this wild, unpredictable version of him.
When he pounds into me repeatedly and growls as his cock twitches inside me, I realize he’s about to come. My insides melt as a spark ignites and burns through my body so fast that my toes curl and my body shakes uncontrollably.
He spanks my ass unexpectedly. “Don’t even think about coming. This is about my pleasure, not yours.”
Ohhhh, fuck. I whimper as my eyes roll up to the back of my head, and my pussy convulses, sucking on him as my insides turn to liquid fire. I try to breathe deeply, to calm my body down so I don’t come. With the mood he’s in, I don’t know what will happen if I do.
I’m almost lost in the pleasure as he continues to hammer into me. He pulls on my hair harder, and I cry out in pain as he grits his teeth and spits out, “For the hour I lost this morning, I’m going to fuck you and breed you all day long. You’re going to be just a hole for me to use, and the only words you’re going to say are, ‘Yes, Daddy.’ Got it?”
Oh god, yes, please.
I respond with a helpless, needy cry, and he yanks on my hair again and smacks my ass. “Answer me, cunt.”
His rough treatment almost sends me over the edge, but somehow I hold back the impending orgasm. My legs tremble and I squeeze my eyes shut from the pain throbbing through my scalp and ass.
“Yes, Daddy!” I sob, loving and hating how he’s treating me.
With one hand wrapped up in my hair, and the other with a vice-like grip on my hip, I can’t escape. Not that I would, though. This is what I’ve been desperate for, him to just fuck me and take what he wants—to make me do things no normal father would. As he fucks me harder than ever before, I arch my back and surrender to his domination.
My dad keeps pounding into my pussy mercilessly, his thick cock pulsing and jerking. He’s going to come any second now.
He pants out, “Is my daughter ready for her breeding?”
I almost beg him to fill me with his cum, but at the last minute remember what I’m supposed to say. “Yesssss, Daddy!” I groan.
With a roar, he slams into me and erupts, flooding my insides with his cum. I shiver from the sensation of being filled so completely, and my pussy spasms uncontrollably as he spurts rope after rope of cum deep inside me.
I clench down on him, writhing and crying out in bliss as my inner muscles twitch. An electric current spirals down to my toes and back up, causing a tremendous burst of pleasure. Ohhhh, fuck. I cry out, “I’m coming!” as I explode in the most intense orgasm of my life.
While still riding his high, he murmurs, “Mmm, such a bad girl.”
He fucks his cum back up into me as my body twitches with pleasure. When he pulls out with a wet pop, I flinch as his warm, thick cum leaks down my thighs. I try to stand up and my knees buckle. He catches me and scoops me up into his arms. I curl up against his broad chest and lay my head on his shoulder.
He sits down in his office chair, settling in with me on his lap, our combined fluids leaking out on his thighs. As I rest against him, he massages my tender scalp with soothing fingertips while running his other hand along my arms to soothe me. I settle deeper into his arms, enjoying his affection. This is the roughest he’s ever been, and now we have a bigger issue.
My dad is going to have problems finding lots of files in the future.
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