Thread: Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

Had the poor girl only known what was in store for her, she might have fought harder against her Father and that unwanted, but needful touch that demanded her obedience and her submission to every one of his wants. But the girl was afraid, and though to lessen the burden at least a little by not fighting. It was a shame that was not going to be. Hours of torment, hours of her Father making her shudder, and scream, and hurt... Sarah had no idea what was in store for her, but she would comply for now. Her Father nodded down to her, and accepted her promise to be good. Sarah swallowed against the lump in her throat, and tried to keep herself from trembling before the man. True to her word, she did not move when he came closer, bringing that thick piece of throbbing flesh closer. Instead she held her place, her back stiff while she turned her face to the side, rather than let the man see the flush across her face. The pressure upon her arms made her stiffen a little, a final note that the girl would not be going anywhere, that she was well and truly pinned with her Father's weight over her. His hands free as he kneeled across her chest, there was no way she could pitch him over, no way she could hope to escape from him. For now, she was his to use as she glanced up to him, only to feel a pit gathering in her gut as he looked at her. Her Father stared down at her not as a parent, and not even as a man there was something dark and hungry in that stare, something that pierced her right to the soul and left the girl utterly bare before him. Worse than her state of undress, worse than the sudden hot press of his member against the bare, pale valley between her breasts. The man was thick and heavy, hard and pulsing as her Father pressed her sore breasts together, and began to move. Gasping as she felt his flesh drag against her own, Sarah's stomach squirmed under her Father's gaze, and things lower in her belly began to grow hot when she glanced down to see her Father's wide, blunt head rocking towards her face. It was at his demand that she was jerking her head up again, and the girl's blue eyes widened for a moment before she swallowed hard. She had promised to be good... for the sake of it being over soon, and for the sake of not being hurt, Sarah ran her tongue over her lips, and she leaned forward, her face filling with crimson. It probably wasn't surprising that Sarah hadn't been with anyone. Her Father's domineering presence made it difficult to bring boys over, and Sarah didn't often go to parties... the girl was a true, sweet sixteen... and now her mouth was opening, and full lips pressed against the head of her Daddy's cock. He was broader than Sarah ever thought, thick enough that her mouth could not easily get around him. And as she passed her tongue against his slit, there was a bitter taste that made her shudder, salty and unfamiliar and anyone could see in an instant that she was too delicate, too careful as she tried to not taste her Father's precum. Instead she slid him into her mouth carefully, wincing a little and worked to get him wet, before she dragged her tongue and lips back carefully as she glanced up to him. Is that enough? she asked in a voice that clearly hoped her Father would be done with her soon.