MasukJust like that, we began a sexy business, but I still did not know hope it would work. All I knew was that for various reasons, Daddy didn’t want men coming and going from our small cabin, so he had arranged for me to go to their home or office. My first client was a physician who lived an hour away, and his wife was spending several weeks with a sister in Detroit. According to daddy, he was incredibly lonely and “in need of a woman’s company without actually being unfaithful.” Most prostitutes charged double what daddy was charging, simply because they were expected to offer sex whereas we were merely offering visual stimulation. The gentleman, Mr. Ramirez, was an older man in his fifties who wore a fancy suit and had a large gut—evidence of his lavish lifestyle. His home, while modest on the outside, was nicely decorated on the inside with elegant furniture and paintings on the walls. Daddy had invested in a turquoise flapper dress with sequins for me to wear on these
I bent down and took him in my hands as he fisted the sides of my head, gripping my hair with his fingers. “That’s it, girl. Get nasty with your daddy’s cock. Pretend like I’m paying you to drain my sack.” Ripples of desire swirled through me. I loved the thought of getting paid for sex, and by my own daddy no less, even though it was incredibly wrong and filthy. But my sexual state of mind had reached the most intense state. I wanted to tease him the same way he had teased my breasts. So, I used my tongue to swirl along the head of his cock, dipping the tip inside the small slit. Thick fluid oozed out, and I savored the salty taste of it, and the way it made a long string that hovered on the top of my tongue. After grumbling under his breath, daddy applied pressure to the back of my head, forcing his length into my mouth. I began to suck him, flattening my tongue along the underside of his shaft. I sucked in my cheeks and bobbed my head up and down, moving f
Pregnant!!! Yup! Me... Pregnant for daddy. Doctor James had just taken one good look at me, asked a few questions gotten my pee sample and come back with the results. I was pregnant. On the way home, daddy didn’t say much, but when we got close to our cabin, he diverted into another road and headed to the local preacher’s house. I had a sneaking suspicion about what he was planning to do, but I kept my lips sealed shut. “Stay here, Ginny. I’ll be right back.” daddy was inside with Pastor Charles for a good ten or fifteen minutes. I kept looking at the door, wondering what was going on inside. But when he came out, I could tell by his expression that he was at peace. He clicked to the horses and we were off again. Right before we reached our cabin, he took me by the hand. “I’ll do right by you, Ginny, and by the baby. We’ll get married this Saturday at the church. Pastor Charles will perform the ceremony, and his wife will be our witness.” Warm tingles ran all th
Something was different. My body was different. I could not really put a finger on it, but I was changing. My appetite increased tenfold, I slept a lot in the passed days and my mood has been foul. I sat in the tub, the warm water flowing over my skin and helping me relax a bit. My fingers ran up to my breasts, aching and sore—different from the usual pain that accompanied my monthly cycle. Yet I still couldn’t admit what could ultimately be the cause. Daddy and I had been together so many times over the past few months, so becoming pregnant with his child wouldn’t be such a strange thing. I just wasn’t sure how to handle it. He was my stepfather, so people would talk. And it was highly likely I would be sent away. I didn’t want to think of it, but there was no denying it was a possibility. My need for him to take me had become an obsession, too. I had lost count of how many times I’d been compelled to slip away and finger myself. And that’s after he had fucked me
I began to look at myself in the more from more after that day. To see what Daddy actually liked in me... There was not much from my own estimation, but in order to be prettier than I looked in the mirror, and sexier too, I decided to go to the general market and buy some make up and a pretty pajamas I had seen a few weeks ago on the display doll of a shop.But Daddy caught me trying to spend so much money on such silly things and decided to punish me by spanking me. I went inside and sat down on the edge of Daddy’s bed, shoving my hands underneath my legs. I felt awful for what I had done, and if he knew that, maybe he would reconsider my punishment. I didn’t like the thought of him inflicting pain on me. Daddy’s hands as of late had been used to bring me pleasure, not discipline. A spanking would not only hurt, but it would humiliate me beyond belief. When he approached me, holding a long, wooden spoon he had retrieved from the kitchen, my pulse began to hammer. “Dadd
The sun hadn’t even begun to filter through our single window downstairs when I felt the weight of my bed shift. I smiled to myself, knowing what was coming. Daddy had woken me up on more than one occasion in the same manner. The last time it happened, he had nudged his face between my legs, and I’d been the lucky recipient of one delicious orgasm before getting out of bed to make our breakfast. I recall thinking that I could easily get used to that sort of thing. It had been weeks since our first time together, and I was sure Daddy would ask me to share his bed, but I think he rather liked surprising me like this. I sure didn’t mind it so much. But this morning, instead of settling between my legs, he climbed up to my head and held his manhood out in front of me, squeezing it at the base so that it turned a dark shade of reddish-purple. He didn’t say a word to me, but he did slide his hand behind my head and lift it up before pressing the tip of his cock to my lips. I







