Hurt Me Daddy
It wasn’t the first time we had an argument, but it was the first time we had a problem because I was going out with a boy. I was standing in front of the sink washing the dishes, since daddy had cooked for us, and he was getting ready to go out with his friends.
I had just got home from school when we decided to cook and have dinner together. I just had the time to take off my jeans and switch for a more comfortable pair of great cotton shorts, but I kept on the buttoned down white shirt I liked. As it was long, it looked like I was wearing only that.
He was making me mad. I always understood him, but he was having a really hard time letting me go on dates. My dad was thirty five so, technically, he is young. My mom died giving birth to me when she was my age, and she would be thirty-two years old today. Therefore, I always thought he deserved to have the most understanding daughter ever. He had lost his highschool sweetheart like that, and had to start taking care of me instead of enjoying his life. But being understanding all the time was hard, since my dad was moody all the time, and angry. People say he was always like this, and that my mom fell in love with the rebel he was in school.
She was a Brazilian immigrant, they say she was the most beautiful girl in our town, hands down. Tall, and slender, she had long and wavy brown hair going all the way down to her butt. Every time I see her pictures, I notice how much I look like her. Difference is, I’m short, and my breasts are bigger, probably things I inherited from the Italian side of my dad’s family. I even keep my hair long as hers, and I love it, even though it is a little complicated to tend to such long hair at times. I never met her, but it was nice to have something in common. Some kind of reminder that, once, I had a mom.
We were having this huge argument because I wanted to go on a date the next day with a boy from highschool, and he said no. I could understand that a handsome guy like him should go out and have fun, not only work to pay our bills. But, when it got to me, he was always that restrictive, and I was getting really angry for that reason. I had needs too, why couldn’t he understand that?
So it got to a point when I called him a hypocrite.
He got furious, completely out of the blue, and more than usual. He stepped angrily all the way from across the kitchen and to my side, and I thought that, for the first time ever, since I was a little kid, he would hit me. So, I just stood still, my brown eyes big with fear.
But he stopped, and sighed furiously. Then he seemed to have thought twice and, as he turned around still looking me in the eyes, he hit me hard on my butt. I gasped, loudly.
The sound echoed through the kitchen, and I let the plate I was holding fall into the sink, making even more noise. Then, silence. I couldn’t move.
He couldn’t move either. He looked puzzled, trying to think of what to say. I was very confused as well, as if he didn’t have the intention of doing that. Like it came naturally.
“Sweetheart, I’m sorry,” he said, putting his thumb and index fingers on his forehead, like pinching his eyebrows. “I didn’t intend to. I used to do this to your mom. I just got carried away.” Then he thought for a second and looked ashamed, “Christ, and I shouldn’t have said that either.”
I kept looking at him not knowing what to do, or what to say. But, soon as he mentioned my mom, all the anger washed away.
“It’s ok, dad. It didn’t hurt, it just got me by surprise.”
“It is not ok. You wouldn’t understand,” he said propping on his elbow over the counter beside the sink, his head down, worried.
Then, it sank in. “Got carried away,” and, “I used to do this to your mom…”
I remember my grandpa, mom’s dad, used to hate my father. He once, while talking to me, let it slip that my father was an “evil, violent man.” My grandma almost killed him for that. Then she scolded him saying something like “adults do whatever they want with their lives, your daughter included. Keep the girl out of this.”
“Dad, did you use to hurt mom?” I asked. “I mean, between you two, I’m not talking about domestic violence.”
He looked at me baffled, and angry, as always.
“Letty, it’s better if you just shut up, and I go out for my drink,” he said, banging his hand on the counter top.
Somehow, it didn’t scare me. “Or what, are you going to hit me again?”
“Letty!” He roared.
I felt a rush of adrenaline, and goosebumps. I knew I was pushing him, and I didn’t really know why. I felt like a weight inside of me was pushing against my most private part, down there.
“You not answering is enough, I guess.” I said, going back to the dish washing, when I felt him grabbing my shoulder with one hand, and before I realized what he was doing, his other hand bashed against my butt again, hard. “AAAAUGH!”
“Shut up!” he yelled at me, while I felt the stinging pain finally reaching my brain. It burned.
“No!” I yelled back at him, looking him in the eyes. He looked like a mad man, about to go even crazier.
SLAP!
He hit me again.
“HUUNGH!” I cried, my eyes starting to water.
“Shut the hell up!” He screamed on my face.
“N-NO!” I screamed back with a broken voice, and I instinctively held the edge of the sink with both my hands.
SLAP!
“AAAAAUUGH!” I yelped. He was always hitting the same spot, the right part of my behind. It tingled, and stinged. I put my thighs together, feeling my inner intimate parts contract, and a wave of arousal go through my whole body. I didn’t know what to do, so I decided to feel angry as well. “FUCK YOU!”
“WHAT!?” He screamed. It was the first time I said something like that to him. He grabbed me by the hair, making my head yank back, and he started hitting me, no stop.
One. “AUGH!” Two. “AAUUGH!” Three. “OWW!.” I screamed from the top of my lungs, but nobody would hear me, as our house was in the back of the lot, and surrounded by a huge area full of trees.
Tears rolled down my full cheeks. I trembled all over, but I realized that I wasn’t trying to make him stop, much the opposite, I was staying as still as possible so he could hit me, and I was almost sticking my butt out for him to have clear shots at my behind.
In the end, I lost count. He slapped me until he couldn’t do it anymore, or until he regained his self-control, I wasn’t sure, but he was breathing hard and so was I. He let go of my hair, and looked at me for some time catching his breath. I just looked down, sobbing, panting.
“Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I’m going out before I do something I’ll regret even more,” and then, he stormed out. Even though I tried, I couldn’t say anything. I just stood there shaking, with my fingers still clawing the edge of the sink. I heard him bashing the door closed, then I heard him starting his car and driving off.
I took a deep breath, and I tried to assimilate what had just happened. I went to my bedroom, and I lowered my shorts in front of the mirror. There was an area on my lower buttock, vivid red, the place where he focused his assault, and that was burning. His words rung in my ears “…before I do something I’d regret even more.” Was he talking about hurting me more, or… I got dizzy, and sat on my bed. That’s when I felt how absolutely wet I was down there. I was so sensitive, not only the hurt area. My pussy pressing against the mattress made me moan.
I looked around, to my white and yellow room – my favorite color, all decorated as cute as possible, the way he had done it for me – his little girl. I felt so confused, but at the same time I felt this crazy excitement. I was positive he had left the house in a rush not to bend me over, right there on the kitchen floor, and fuck me. What was making me feel absolutely awkward was the way I wasn’t disgusted, or terrorized by the idea. There was something terribly wrong with me. With daddy, as well. I just laid in my bed and curled under my thick, white fleece.
Less than one hour later, I heard the sound of his car. It was way earlier than he usually came back from the bar. I got up instantly, as I didn’t want him seeing me all fragile like that. I had decided to talk to him openly, explain that I wasn’t afraid, or hurt, or angry. Much the opposite, I wanted to hug him, tell him it was alright, and that I felt for him having all this anger bottled up inside. I also thought about, depending on how the conversation went, to tell him how I felt. Maybe, we could work this out. We could be alright, once everything was out in the open.
So I got up, and I walked to the front door, getting there at the same time he walked in. We were in the living room, and I waited for him standing close to the hall. He just walked in, not looking me on the face, and he sat down at his chair.
“Hi,” I said softly.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he replied in a surprised tone, finally looking at me. I smiled at him, and he half smiled back. Then he got serious again, “Why didn’t you stop me?”
Standing as I was, fidgeting side to side, I started saying, “I didn’t know what to do…” Then, I corrected myself, “I didn’t want to stop you.”
We stood in silence for a while. He tried to start talking again a couple times, but he stopped, and he shook his head.
“Sweetheart…” he started talking, then he paused. He thought for a second, inhaled deeply, and then he started again, “I am kind of drunk. I have to warn you of that, that maybe it would be better if you went to bed. We can talk in the morning.”
“Daddy, I know you are pretty good at holding your liquor. It’s been only one hour. If you want to talk to me, I also want to talk to you. I’m not angry, or scared…”
“Letty…” He interrupted me, “I am going to ask you to do something, but you have to promise that, if it is not what you want, please, just go to bed and forget all about this. We wake up tomorrow morning like none of this ever happened. Can you do that?”
I felt that tingle again, down there. I breathe in, and then I say “Ok. Ask me. I won’t feel offended or think anything of you. If I don’t want to hear it, or do whatever you say, I’ll wake up tomorrow morning and make you breakfast, as if none of this ever happened.” I repeated his words to assure him that I had understood.
“Ok…” He reclined on his chair a little bit, trying to make himself comfortable. I remember him doing that every time we had to have a serious talk because I had done something wrong, then he followed with “Baby girl, take off your clothes.”
I felt a chill running through my whole body. My eyes got wide. I gaped at him for a second, not knowing what to do, or say. Then, he sighed, and put his hands over his face. At that moment, I knew exactly what I wanted to do, so I started stripping.
He heard the fabric of the clothes falling to the floor and he looked at me again when I was already unfastening my white cotton bra. Dad didn’t say anything, he just looked at me when I threw my bra to the floor, his eyes on my breasts, which I was very proud of. They were firm, and exactly the perfect size for a petite girl like me, and my nipples were of a bright red that for my slightly tanned skin. Then, swiftly, I slid my panties down and off, to the floor. After I was finished, completely naked, I stood there looking at him.
Daddy inhaled deeply, admiring me, and I loved the look on his face. I knew I was turning him on just by the sight of me. I knew I was pretty. I had boys following me around in school since I was really young, and the girls hated me. They hated the idea of all the boys from school chasing me, and they hated even more the fact that I turned them all down. Most of them, at least.
“You are gorgeous. You are so gorgeous that it is hard to believe,” he said, tapping on his lap for me to go to him. Which I did, feeling nervous, confused. But, outside, I just followed his instruction without hesitation. I walked and crossed the living room, turning around, and sitting on his lap sideways. He wrapped one arm around me, I liked feeling his muscular body on mine, “My love, I’m sorry about earlier. But at the same time, I’m not.”
“You mean you liked it… Right?” I asked, affirming at the same time.
“Yes… This is how I am. That’s why, usually, I’m alone,” he said while caressing down my hair, then my cheeks, my neck… His hand slid down my skin, tracing my collarbone, and it laid on, then cupped, my right breast. I gasped. All my skin tingling, especially down there. I could feel myself contracting inside, and my legs shivered. “There was nobody who could ever replace your mother, nobody could ever understand me, or be that open, that gorgeous…”
“Nobody but me, right?” I whispered.
“Yes. Nobody but you. Although, I’d gladly spend the rest of my life alone, then doing this to you,” he said while starting to maul my breast, which made me gasp. Then, he pinched my nipple, which was already erect, and I groaned. “I want you to go back to your room, and never think of this again, otherwise, I’ll hurt you. I’ll hurt you a lot, and I won’t be able to live with myself after that.”
He said this, then he kissed me softly on the lips. Daddy laid his arms over the armrest of the couch and said, “Go to your room, now. We will never talk about this again.”
But I didn’t move.
“Daddy… Hurt me.”
My voice sounded extraneous to me, like it was somebody else saying it. It was more of a purr.
He looked at me, and I saw his jaw clenching. Daddy inhaled deeply, “My love, go to your room, please.”
“I love you. I want to be with you, and there’s no reason not to. You want to hurt me, hurt me. If you want to fuck me…” I parted my shaking legs a bit, and I could see his eyes trailing from my perk breasts, to my flat stomach, the thin line of brown pubic hair, and then stopping at the mounds of my pussy. “If you want to do both… I promise that, if I can’t stand it, I’ll tell you.”
My dad inhaled deeply once again, then looked me in the eyes, “Complete and absolute truth, always?”
My heart started pounding hard inside my chest. It was happening. I was giving myself to my father. I didn’t know what came over me. I would never be able to imagine something even close to that when I woke up this morning. I always admired him, his handsome face, his muscles, the low tone of his voice… But I had never actually imagined something like this, much less imagined that he would be hurting me, and that I would not only be ok with that, but wanting it to happen.
“Always,” I replied.
“Ok, lets try that,” he said in his amusingly defying tone. “What do you think people will think if they find out you are some sort of your dad’s sex slave?”
“That’s what I’ll be?” I asked, and I felt his hand travelling down my body, my back, then my thighs, caressing me all over. I gasped again.
“If this works, you’ll not only be the love of my life, but my lover, my slut, my slave, my everything…” And his fingers brushed my pubic hair, and slid over to my pussy.
I moaned passionately, my eyes half-open, hidden under my thick, long eye-lashes.
He grinned, “Looks like you’re loving the idea.”
“I-I am…”
“Are you still a virgin? Have you done anything before?” He asked out of the blue. “Truth, always.”
“Do you promise not to get mad at me?” I said coily, “Truth…” He moved his fingers down and up my pussy, stopping at my clit. “A-Always…” I reminded him.
“I’ll get mad, but I won’t react. I may bite you, though.” Daddy said, and then he lowered his head to start kissing all over my right breast.
“I a-am a virgin, but I have done things…” I said and I felt him intensifying his movement, circling his fingers over my clit, nibbling at my breast, and going for my nipple with his lips. “Oh-Ohh…” I moan, and then I keep telling him, panting, “I was dating this boy… I won’t tell you his name so you don’t go after h-him… But, I gave him blowjobs…”
“Anything else?” He said, while I felt his breath on my nipple, wet with his saliva. Then, he started again, his teeth grazing the skin of my erect nipple.
“I h-had sex w-with him…”
He paused everything, and he looked at me, frowning. My eyes widened.
“You said you wouldn’t react…”
“I know what I said,” he replied, even though he sounded absolutely upset. “So…” He slid his finger, wet from my juices, past my pussy, and he started rubbing my asshole. “This is what you mean?”
“Yes…”
Then he buried his finger in my tiny hole, viciously. I groaned loudly, while he looked me deep in my eyes, observing my reaction. I started panting heavily, not saying anything, so he withdrew his finger and plunged it inside of me again. “Huuungh!”
“Why?”
“Because you know my gynecologist. Anything other t-than that, and you’d know.”
“Smart,” he said, taking his finger out again, and I felt something bigger, more fingers, digging in mercilessly.
“Aaaaaugh!” I whimpered, “D-Daddy, let me lube it first, please!”
“No lube for the naughty girl, what I got from your pussy is enough,” he said while getting up and rolling me to the floor in between his chair and the sofa. “All fours, baby girl. If you do it fast I’ll put some spit on it too to make your life a little easier.”
I felt like I was in shock. He was about to fuck me without giving me time to do anything about it, anything to make it less painful, or less messy. I had seconds to think about what I would do. I could ask him to stop, but then everything would be over. I could run, which would be even worse. I couldn’t do any of that. So, I crawled onto the rug, and stayed on my hands and knees, my behind turned to him.
I could hear him standing behind me, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. I wanted to look back, as I was curious, but I was too scared to do it. I had never seen him naked, or at least I couldn’t remember it, if it ever happened. I wondered how big it was.
“How many times?” He asked me.
“Three times…” I said in an ashamed tone.
He slapped me at the other butt cheek, the one that wasn’t hurt yet, and I yelped.
“Such a little slut…”
“I’m sorry, daddy.”
Then he caressed me exactly where he had just hit me, and, at the same time, I felt the tip of his cock exploring me back there, rubbing in between the lips of my absolutely wet entrance. I moaned quietly, panting.
“You deserve to be punished. Even so, I’d prefer to fuck you here.” I felt him press his cock, which did felt pretty big, on my virgin pussy. “But we won’t risk that. It’s a shame the first time will have to wait. Also, I can’t give you any time to prepare, or I can change my mind about all of this. You still have time to change your mind though.”
Then I heard him spit, and I felt it on my ass crack, then his finger running it onto my butthole. He was still rubbing his dick on my pussy, and I felt waves of pleasure washing over me, whole he was using my wet entrance to lube himself up. At that moment I knew for sure that I wanted him to fuck me. If it had to be my ass today, fine by me.
“I understand. Don’t worry about me… Fuck me, daddy. Please.”
I heard him inhaling deeply, soaking in pleasure from what I had just said. I felt a rush of ecstasy from realizing how much I had just turned him on, my dad, a grown up, a man who has had many women before, including my mom. I felt realized somehow, in a depraved, disturbed way, kissing that I had some kind of power over him as well.
He trusted what I said because he wasn’t worrying about me at all. He pushed forward without notice and at once. As my poor ass didn’t give him passage, he just kept a non-stop pressure. I winced, and I clenched my teeth hard, already feeling a stinging pain back there.
“Huuuuungh!” I wailed.
“Just take it, sweetheart. That’s what you wanted,” his voice altered by all the strength he was making to break inside me.
“Huuuuuuungh! It hurts, Daddy! It h-hurts!” I cried, tears forming in my eyes.
He withdrew a little bit, then he trusted it in again, forcing his way in a little for the first time.
“AAAUGH!” I screamed. He kept pushing, sometimes moving it back and forth in fast thrusts, pummeling his way more and more inside of me. My unprepared ass was on fire. The pain was excruciating. In no time I was howling out loud. “HUUUAAAARGH! OH GOD! O-OH G-GOD!”
“God has nothing to do with it…” He said, and I felt his cock finally sliding in enough for him to start pounding me, in and out. “You-incestuous-little-slut!” He growled in between clenched teeth at the same pace as he fucked me.
I had never felt so much pain in my life. The boy I did it with before had been very patient, and we played around a lot before actually doing it. Even so, I didn’t even consider asking him to stop. I rocked back and forth with his vicious movements, fucking me like a mad man. My breasts bounced hard, and they hurt as well, as they were very sensitive, but I didn’t mind. The only important thing for me at the moment was to endure it and let him savor me however he wanted. My insides, my pussy, it was all contracting, I was feeling pleasure. While I felt that absurd pain, while I cried, while I felt humiliated, my body was almost ready to give me an orgasm. He was right, after all. I was a slut. I was a pain slut. His slut.
Then I felt him hit a part inside of me so deep, that it hurt even more. Something I didn’t think it was possible. “He is not completely inside of me yet!” I thought, in despair.
“D-Dad! Too deep! Too d-deep, Daddy!!” I cried for him to contain himself at least a little bit, to what he responded by slapping me hard again, while grabbing and pulling at my long hair. He pushed it in even harder, and I lost it. I just screamed, howled, cried. “AUUUUGH! OOOOOOWWW! GUUUUUUAAAH!!
That went on for a while. He just fucked me however he wanted, at the speed he wanted. I let my forehead fell onto the rug, my behind up, giving him even more clearance. He fucked me, and slapped me occasionally. His balls banged against my pussy, and my legs started to shake even more. I was completely lost in the feeling of being used by him. At that moment, he could do whatever he wanted to me, and I would allow it, gladly.
Then, he started groaning himself. I felt his dick throbbing inside of me, engorging even more.
“I’ll cum inside of you, sweetheart!” He announced, but I couldn’t say anything, just groan.
The only thing I could understand was his intrusion, it was how violated I felt… I was absolutely lost.
“Huuuuuh!” He groaned, his cum gushing inside of me in hot jolts.
He pulled at my hair even harder, yanking my head back, but I only felt the warmness flooding inside of me, burning me, making me groan in a torturing mix of relief and the acknowledgement of how hurt I was. “A-AHH-AHHHHH-AH-AHHhhhhh…”
He let go of my hair, and I instantly fell limp onto the floor. I cried, and gasped. Daddy just sat beside me on the floor, caressing my hair, brushing it out of my face. I shook all over. He just looked at me, satisfied.
“Still want to remember tonight when we wake up tomorrow morning? Your life won’t get any easier…” He asked, a malicious yet worried grin on his face.
I couldn’t answer right away. I had been crying and screaming so much that now I was even coughing.
He waited patiently by my side, stroking my hair, caressing my cheeks, as if it wasn’t the same guy who was raping my ass just some minutes ago. As if he was just my dad again.
“I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, sweetheart. Now more than ever.”
