Being Daddy's Slut (closed for Dreamwalker85)

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Character Profile: Becky Buchanan - Age 18 - Lives with her divorced father.

"See you later, Chelsea!" Becky shouted to her friend across the school parking lot. She got into her car and left to go home. She checked her reflection in the mirror while she was stopped at a red light, adorning her lips with bright red lipstick, puckering and removing any excess. She smiled looking at her reflection until she heard the car behind her start honking. "Alright, alright. I'm moving.."

She drove down the road and pulled into the driveway. Her Daddy's work truck wasn't home yet. A bright smile crossed her face as she rushed inside the two story home they lived in. Her mom had cheated on her dad about 3 years ago. They had a huge fight, her mother divorced him and said that he could have Becky and the house. She didn't need to be tied down anymore were her mother's words. And now, her dad works for some company as a fix-it man. She loves her Daddy and knows he's doing everything he can to support her.

She walked in dropping her backpack at the door, kicking off her shoes and heading up to her room. "He shouldn't be home for some time, I have enough time.." She hopped up on her bed and laid back, opening her laptop and going to a hentai website. She couldn't stand the sight of normal porn sometimes and she loved incest Japanese anime. She slipped her shorts off and moved her hand into her panties.

Her fingers found what she was looking for and began to watch a father/daughter hentai as her digits began to spread her pussy lips, her middle finger working small circles around her clit. She kept an open ear for the sound of her father coming home so she wouldn't get caught, but the hentai was so good, she was so close to cumming.. Her hearing focusing on more of the video than to the need of being a look out as her other hand found its way to her breast to tease the nipple bringing moans from her throat.
 
Trevor Buchanan - 47 - Divorced. During more prosperous times.

Trevor was happy about the divorce in the short term. His wife Linda had been cheating on him. He suspected that Linda had been cheating on him. A good two years before the divorce he noticed subtle changes that had happened with his wife. It was like her heart was slowly fading out of her various roles. This went beyond just needing a break, a very long vacation or fatigue.

He caught her smiling wide while on the phone with her friend "Daniella." The smiles grew wider and wider before "Girls' Night Out," phone calls and the like. However, she still put her money into the family coop. This allowed Birthdays for Becky, their only daughter, and even helped Trevor head back to school.

He managed to get a good job when Becky was young. So, life was good. Then the truth about "Daniella" hit the fan over three years ago. "Daniella" was really Daniel. Wounded on many levels Trevor lost himself. Linda was his pet, his lover, the one he thought was his one and only. So, he lost his everything and took the news hard. The divorce was quick, but depression cost Trevor his job.

His family helped him keep the house, made sure Becky was safe and helped him get back on his feet. They really came through, especially his older brother. Well, the family repair shop needed an extra set of hands, he needed and so Trevor was hired.

The man was always good with his hands despite being smart and savy. His pay was lower by comparison, but the hours were flexible. Yes, the pay managed to help them keep the house, but they could have been doing better. A good year into his time he found out the business was suffering. People came to him. He was a big reason why their rolodex wasn't as empty as it could have been. He was vital.

Trevor had put two and two together, like they had done for him in the past he decided to do for them. He stayed around to help the business stay afloat. Today he finished early, got out early and managed to clock a full eight hours due to finishing his jobs ahead of schedule.

Stepping into the home, Trevor shut the door and was greeted to odd noises. Searching for the source he looked through the place, and wound up going toward Becky's room. Her door was opened just enough to give Trevor an eyeful. His steel eyes roamed over Becky playing with herself. This moment was the first time he got see her as a woman.

Sure, he figured Becky was doing things, but there was enough respect form Becky she didn't make it too blantant (Trevor could have been dense too. Linda did take away his confidence). Now, he was watching her touch herself. Honestly, it had been so long since he had been with a woman, Trevor had trouble looking away.
 
Becky's hands continued to roam over her pussy -- fingers finding the deepness before fiddling with the folds of her tight twat. Her cunt was so sensitive as she watched the Japanese hentai. The dad figure was fucking the daughter hard and the moans were getting louder. Not only from the video, but from her own throat. Her body was starting to react more and more. Her one hand over her tit, plucking and teasing at the nipple before reaching and gripping more and more of her own flesh. "Ohh yes, Daddy," she muttered as her eyes closed.

"Make me cum," she muttered again. "Oh Daddy.." She was imagining her own daddy fucking her. The video only helped with the visual. It felt so good. Her pussy began to clench as her middle finger worked vigorously against her clit -- tight small circles teasing the special little nub.

Then it happened. "Ohh fuck, yes.. oh mm.." she moaned out as she gripped her tit tightly. Her pussy coating her fingers as she pushed herself through the orgasm, not caring if anyone heard her. She was in bliss. That's all that mattered.
 
Hearing his little girl moan like that caused something to snap in the patriarch. Maybe it was the lack of anything serious since the divorce. Maybe it was something dark, or at least uncivilized within him. What the reason pushed Trevor into the bedroom.

*

As his eighteen year old daughter writhed in bliss he pushed into the bedroom. Without a word he grabbed her hips. Then she was flung over his lap, bare ass up in the air. The moment may have taken her back to earlier days with harsh punishment. "Smack!" The sound of his hand, soft yet firm from the work, hitting her ass echoed in the room that moments ago carried the sound of her orgasm. Another smack echoed. She was getting spanked harshly. No words were said until he was done with the fifth.

*

Silence hung in the room before Trevor said, "Will you be a good Little for Daddy?" For a split second he was shocked. He meant to say, "Girl" but his dominate side had other plans.
 
Becky came hard as she then saw her daddy walking in the room. "Oh Daddy! When did you, um,... Daddy?" she asked before she was yanked off the bed, her ass stripped bare of her panties as she was spanked hard by him. "Oh fuck, Daddy! What the hell?" she cursed and hissed as she was spanked hard, each slap sending shivers through her body.

But she could feel something different. He was hard! "Oh Daddy, no!" she moaned out before he asked her his question. She thought about it for a moment. This is all she had been dreaming of. To be his slut. It felt odd but she was turned on by him.

"Yes, Daddy! I'll be your, ooh! I'll be your slut!" she cooed out as he continued to spank her.
 
"That's not what I asked," Trevor said firmly. He slapped her ass hard again. When the noise silenced, "A Little is a slave." He slapped her ass again. "I shouldn't have to ask twice." Slap! Her ass was becoming red.
 
Her eyes widened as she felt his hand come down on her ass again. Slave? Tears were starting to well up in her eyes for a bit as the stinging continued. "Y-yes," she spoke, hesitating the answer as she looked back up to him, feeling his hard on beneath her.
 
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