EroticReverie

I ran to the bathroom and put my hair into a high, tight ponytail. Daddy went upstairs to his room, fixed himself up proper and went to my room to wait.  I threw on a flimsy pair of grey sweat pants and a white tank top. I tried to make myself look as casual as possible. By the time my foot it the floor at the bottom of the stairs the doorbell rang. Chelsea was early.

“Be right thereeee!” I sang out, stopping to look at myself in the mirror, rolling my shoulders, snapping my neck side to side, working out my nerves, and putting on my best acting face.

I walked to the door and opened it slowly and smiled. “Hey” I said.

Chelsea’s eyes peeks around the room behind me as I opened the door further. She turned around and waved to her mother who had dropped her off, and I waved as well.

“Come on , come in, I was just about to order pizza. ” I told her, lying and wondered if she smelled the sex in the air from me and my father. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed the phone and the phone books. “Where do you want to order from?” I asked her as I flipped the pages. Watching her still with her bag over her shoulder.

“It doesnt matter.” she shrugged. She was wearing a floral romper and she looked hot, and I’d wondered for a second if she’d dressed up for me, if she’d changed her mind.

“You look really good.” I said eyeing her, her and my father had both turned me into a predator just like they were.

Her weight shifted and she put her hands up. “Look, maybe this was a bad idea, i didn’t come here for..”

I cut her off. “Whoa whoa…sorry, no. I was just simply stating, giving a friendly compliment. That’s all. Sorry, I didn’t mean to suggest anything.” I said as i flipped the pages of the phone book some more.

“Oh..okay..sorry. I’m just…I’ve just forgotten how to be…just friends..ya know?” Chelsea said apologetically.

I nodded and agreed, but inside part of me wanted to rip her hair out of her head, and I was offended she hadn’t changed her mind. I sighed.

“How does Tony’s sound? I’ll order from Tony’s.” I stated as I clicked the phone on, a dial tone filling the silence leftover. I gestured towards the stairs. “You can go put your bag in my room if ya want..” wondering if she’d take the bait. And she did.

With a nod Chelsea began to walk up the stairs, and I pressed a random selection of numbers on the phone.

I held my breath, smiling devilishly as I waited….I waited.

Seconds later my smile grew even wider as I heard her scream , heard her footsteps running. I dashed towards the stairs, and saw her running , her eyes wide with fear, and I saw her lunge forward as my father lunged ontop of her.

“NO!” she screamed. “STOP!” “CARLY!” “HELP!” “NO!” I stood there watching, and clicked off the phone. Watching my father continue to let her wrestle him, completely helpless underneath him as he rolled her over and pinned her arms down , his weight heavy ontop of her.

“You’ve already got me hard!” he laughed devilishly as she squirmed underneath him, her legs kicking. “I just love it when a girl fights it.”  Chelsea’s hand flew free from one of his and she clawed at his face, scratching him all along the side of it.

“FUCKING BITCH!” he snarled and backhanded her across her face, and it was hard. Instead of feeling guilt, I felt excitement, I felt aroused by watching him dominate her, show her who was in charge.  "Again" i directed.

Chelsea wasn’t even fighting him and he smacked her again, because I’d asked him to, bare palm across her face, I watched her head flash to the side.

“You little fucking whore.” he growled his hands were on her breasts, squeezing them hard, and then he pulled on her tank top trying to rip it, Chelseas body flailing upwards each time he tugged at i, eventually being torn open.

I could hear Chelsea gasping inbetween cries, and I walked up the stairs. I spit on her face, leaned down and grabbed her hair. She sobbed, and I spit on her again. “Fucking bitch.” i growled.

Daddy was up on his feet grabbing our sobbing little toy by her ankles dragging her to the bedroom.

She screamed. “LET ME GO!”

Daddy and I both smiled at each other as he brought her into my bedroom.

He grabbed her by the waist of her shorts, lifting her, grabbing her by the arm as well and threw her onto the bed.

I did as we discussed and secured her wrists one by one, each tied directly over her head.

Daddy pulled her down. I placed a belted dildo on her mouth, the small side a gag for her mouth, the other side to be riding by myself. I secured it and stood up and undressed myself quickly as Daddy worked on securing her ankles, Chelseas whole body was twisting and trying to turn.

I climbed up on the bed and straddled her face and helped myself to the dildo. And began riding her face.  I rode it faster as i felt her head shaking from side to side trying to fight me off.

“Mmmmm yes Chelsea, just like that.” I moaned, and smiled at Daddy who was stroking himself watching me ride her face. After he’d secured her ankles he sat on the bed next to me just watching.

“That’s it baby. Were going to use this little whore all night.” he said and grabbed my face and kissed me. My tongue was fighitng agaisnt his passionately , I was so horny for him, for this.

“I love you Daddy.” I whimpered as i felt the dildo plunging deeper and deeper as I fucked myself harder.

“Mmmm i love you too baby. You’re so hot like this baby, such a sexy little deviant. You’re nasty just like your Daddy baby aren’t you?” he asked me before biting my lower lip and pulling it, grabbing my hair and tugging it, pulling my head backward, he slapped my tits.

“Yes Daddy!” I moaned.

“Yes what?” he growled pulling my hair harder.

“I’m nasty Daddy.” i moaned , bucking my hips, grinding Chelseas face with the dildo buried inside me. “I’m so nasty.” I gasped so close to cumming. He pulled me off.

“Clean it baby.” he said stroking himself.

HE watched me as i sucked the dildo, cleaning my juice from it, staring into Chelseas watery eyes, as tear after tear streamed down the side of her face. I plucked one with my fingertip and licked it from my skin. She cried a little harder watching me taste her tears.

“This is what you fucking get.” I whispered, dragging my tongue up and down the dildo and then crawling off the bed.

I walked over to my closet and opened the drawer that held all my sex toys that Daddy had bought for all of us once we started fucking. I took out a large long , thick black dildo, and a strap on as well, and slid a thick flesh colored attatchment to it, and buckled it around my waist.

I walked to the bed, spit on my hand and stroked the rubber cock bouncing in front of me and crawled onto the bed.

“Her shorts Daddy.” I said, he reached to my night stand and handed me a large pair of silver scissors.

“Stay still.” I said, dragging the pointed end down her torso, watching her tremble.

I pulled at the fabric covering her vagina, and carefully cut her shorts in the crotch, along with her panties.

I threw the scissors across the room and seconds later shoved my strap on into her ass. She screamed as I filled her , letting every inch take her. No holding back, no being gentle. I fucked her like this, hard, slow, but hard, thrusting her as hard as I could, my father jerking himself off wildly watching his little girl rape her best friends asshole.

“that’s it baby…harder…punish her.” he said walking toward me, slapping my ass as I fucked her.

“hurt her!” he growled and thrust my body faster and faster , Chelsea was still fighting me in small intervals, taking it, and then squirming trying to fight it, taking it then fighting it again.

Daddy pulled me from her and I tumbled to the floor as he crawled between her legs and slid his cock into her pussy.

“I’m going to fill your disgusting cunt full of my cum….get you fucking pregnant like the whore you are.” he growled. “You want that dont you?” he grunted as he fucked her harder. I watched her whole body jolt upwards with each of his seemingly painful thrusts.

“Stretch that little cunt back out to fit this big fucking dick..bet your boyfriend has a small little dick, doesnt he?” he taunted her. “Bet you miss this big fucking dick don’t you? Don’t fight it…you’re a fucking a whore….it’s okay….you’re my whore..” he growled pumping her over and over, Chelseas eyes fluttered.    "you’re so wet" he groaned.  "you fucking love it. I know you do.“

“Take the gag out of her mouth!” he growled.

I did as he said and Chelsea begun panting, her moans were long, and her body arched, she wasn’t fighting against him.

“this dick owns you.” I listened to my father tell her.

Chelsea said nothing and only whimpered as she laid there tied up, being fucked.

“Say it.” he said as he thrust himself furiously into her, his balls smacking her skin, he held himself inside her and smiled at her. “Want Daddy to stop?” he asked her. And to my surprise, Chelsea shook her head slightly.

I watched his grin grow a mile, and he demanded I untie her. HE continued to fuck her slowly, teasing her now., I listened to him whisper quietly, stroking her hair as his cock slipped in and out slowly.

“It’s okay to need it…nobody is going to fuck you like i can…ever…you’re addicted baby. I’m what you need…your pussy is mine. He doesnt deserve you..my nasty little cum slut. Nobody does, nobody but me. ” He slipped his fingers into her mouth and she sucked them without being told.

“See sweetheart, you’re a whore, and you need to stop pretending you’re not anymore…because you were born this way. You were born to be treated like the filthy little cunt you are…” he groaned his own words about to make him cum inside of her.

Her ankles were untied and I had begun to work on her hands. He was fucking her harder, faster again, her legs had wrapped around him tightly as if they were magnetized, and her hips were bucking upwards into his, and as soon as her hands were free she flung herself upwards and wrapped her arms around his neck, Daddy on his knees as she rode him in his lap. His arms were tightly wrapped around her and i’d never seen Chelsea ride him so wildly. She was panting, grunting and groaning, she’d yet to say any words. I watched her arms tighten around him each time she lifted herself up, and her body grind on his.

His hand lifted and smacked her ass hard, he grabbed her ass and leaned back laying down, letting her ride him. I watched her tits bounce and Daddy lock his hands together and rest his head on them as Chelsea once again became his slut.

I didn’t expect this, and I guess all the things he was whispering to her were true. Maybe she needed this, maybe this was the only way she was ever pleased, was when she was being treated like a whore. Maybe he was right, he boyfriend wasn’t capable of the nasty things Daddy would do or say. He sure didn’t seem like the type. Chelsea was moaning loudly and we’d both knew she was about to cum. I waited for Daddy to stop her, to with hold her from cumming, but he didn’t and seconds later she was shaking and cumming all over his cock.

“that’s it. yes. Dont stop, keep riding that dick.” he encouraged her his hands now holding her hips. “Cum all over me,  unggg , you’re so hot.” He thrust himself up into her and seconds later Daddy was cumming too.

I sat quietly kneeling at the side of the bed just watching, waiting for my turn to be involved again.

It never came.

I watched them fuck for hours that night, and was only involved in fetching them water, or more toys from the drawer.  I was insanely jealous, and watched him fuck her over and over, her eyes never left his, not once did she look at me the rest of the night. Not once did he either.

I eventually pulled on a silk bathrobe and left my bedroom.

I fell asleep on the couch that night, to the sounds of them fucking. Chelsea’s screams, DAddy’s grunts, the sounds of her being pounded against the wall, the sound of the vibrator buzzing when i knew hed had it on her clit whislt fucking her. The sound of her cumming, and cumming again, and cumming again when Daddy wouldn’t let her stop.

I woke the next morning to the sound of them fucking too. They’d gone the entire night.  I pouted to myself on the couch, and I’d wished I’d never invted her over last night, I should’ve just let her date her boyfriend.

A half an hour later my father strolled down stairs and his dick was hard, and I’d wondered how it was even possible, and he walked into the kitchen opened an orange prescription bottle and popped a blue pill and then smiled at me, as he took a swig of his water. I sat up , and felt my pussy ache for him, hoping he’d take his turn on me. I lifted myself up and kneeled onto my knees. HE walked over and kissed my forehead. Breathing heavily, his body drenched in sweat.

“Fuck me now Daddy?” I asked softly, batting my eyes, and he curled a finger under my chin and smiled.

“don’t be greedy baby.” he said taking another drink of water and then letting out an “ahhh”

I pouted.

“Don’t be like that, you know it’s important for daddy to make her see what she was missing.” he said.

I watched Chelseas naked body, covered with bite marks and bruises along her legs, tits, torso, and caught the red marks across her ass cheeks from what I guess was the switch.

She ignored me still and put her body against my fathers back, reaching around the front of him, grabbing his cock. She slid to his side and jerked him off, her back was to me now and she shoook her head slightly, her hair waving in front of my face.

“FUCK ME.” she demanded.

Daddy lifted her ass ontot he back of the couch right in front of me and spread her legs and took her again. Chelsea fell back immediately  and he gripped her hips slamming himself into her cunt hard. Fucking her, her shoulder on the seat of the couch besides me, her tits  bouncing in her face as he fucked her.

I growled and stood up.

“You’re so fucking beautiful baby.” he said as fucked her. “Such a horny little girl, needing this dick so bad.”

I walked towards the stairs and heard him grunt and say “you make my dick feel so good with that little pussy of yours, you’re my baby.”

I stomped to my room neither of them worried about my mini temper tantrum and went to my room. There were toys everywhere and the room was filled with the smell of sweat and cum.

I laid on my bed, still drenched in their sweat and other bodily fluids. I traced my finger in a fresh cum stain. I lifted my cum covered fingertip , inspecting it and laid it upon my tongue, and sucked it clean.

“If I wasnt going to be allowed to fuck Daddy, at least I could still taste him cum.”