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Thread: all for her f a t h e r. [ father figure x banks ]

Though it would appear as though the count of young men on her list was at least a handful, the brunette could easily come up with reasons, deduce the ways and the whys for each. All were for her father, all had never truly mattered. Her interest wasn't in boys, as she quickly discovered, but one man in particular. Not any other man, but daddy. There was a surprise, a pleasant warmth that his kisses weren't feverish and quick, but gentle in the way that only someone who loved her could give them, with caress and love behind each. All the while his hands brought her body closer, held her tighter by the firm flesh of her rear, it was a soft reminder that her father was indeed a man. He was a man no matter his soft kisses or the way he held her, and that alone made her want to shiver with want in his grasp. He was right, it didn't need to be shared that they had crossed such a line, Ava immediately deciding that this wait already appeared to be worth it. The time and effort put in, worth every second of dealing with some unimpressive teenage boy that she couldn't care less about. It almost made her want to smile a small, satisfactory sort of smile, but she knew better, knew about the oncoming storm she was erupting up from her father and knew exactly what trouble she had begun, what volcano she was toying with. Momentarily amazed as her half lidded eyes found themselves open again, vision regained from the blur as she looked up at him, Ava watched the changes of expression venture across his eyes, his face showing different signs of life. Different signs as he fought back any regret he could have prior, for they both knew once the next steps were taken, there would be no regret or going back. But would they want to? No, Ava had long since told herself that this was good for her father, he needed it just as much as she did, and the risk was only slight depending upon things like this taking place in the night in the driveway. But, of course her father knew he couldn't just have his hands all over his little girl in the driveway, no matter what time of night it was, the shift in his body away from hers gaining a soft breath of air, almost feeling as though that was the first as her hand was grasped and pulled. The hint taken, Ava moved quietly behind him, eyes venturing downward for a moment before she heard those very important words. There were no tears this time around, though a soft smile fell over her lips, a gentle squeeze to her father's hand before speaking in an equally delicate tone, I love you too.
Thread: all for her f a t h e r. [ father figure x banks ]

Yes there was love between the two of them, but there was something more. Something darker and broken that was finally being given life. Where his daughter had flaunted her desires, where she had placed them up for him to view, he himself had kept them hidden...kept them shoved down into the abyss that was his soul. He liked to think he was a good man, but he had secrets as his daughter very well suspected. Secrets which had led him to explore aspects of sexuality so few ever dared delve into them. It had brought him to the brink mentally at times, wondering if there was something terribly wrong with him, and the horrible truth was....there was. There was something utterly defiled about the man who walked with her into that house, walked out of the night and into the large entry hall. Something monstrous about the man who called herself her Father, who gripped her by the hair and took control of her in a moment that was terrifying for them both. Terrifying, but utterly beautiful. He took that gorgeous hair of hers, the hair that had lain across that young man's lap and kept him from admiring the full measure of his girl's beautiful face as she sucked upon his flesh. The hair which her Father had traced his fingers through in time's when she had needed his affection and adoration. The hair which now drove him maddened with desire...he took it and led her into the nearby dining room, the lights still darkened, and he forced his girl to bend over the table. Forced her over as his other hand rather unceremoniously jerked her dress up, hiking it completely over her waist, baring that amazing young backside to his full view. Though at this point, at his point he was not necessarily looking...oh, given time he would admire her, given time he would show her approval for how beautiful she was, but now...now was a moment of retribution. Retribution. Such a beautiful word. He felt it in his heart, his utter need to make her pay. Why he was making her pay might be even more of a mystery to him than the actual reasons. Because of the boy in the driveway? Because of the men who might have touched her already? Because she had driven him to this? None of that mattered as his hand came down viciously hard upon her right cheek, slapping and then gripping the flesh cruelly....he held her there, as if he needed this to feel like what was occurring was real. Everything felt so dreamlike, the heady wash of hormones nearly overwhelming the older man. Drunk off his lust. Again his hand came down, showing an expertise at how he applied his force...not some random blow, but a man who knew how to spank a good ass....her Father understood what he was doing, and his voice spoke then...slick with need. What is it you truly fucking want ? Tell me....tell Daddy .
Thread: all for her f a t h e r. [ father figure x banks ]

There were so many things that could happen here, right now as soon as they crossed the threshold into the house, the door closed behind her as though that were one more thing sealing the time between them. One more thing starting the night for them as the dark house only held whatever faint light the moon offered outside. It was almost like a ceremony of sorts when he grabbed her hair, wincing only softly as a small click in her mind reminded her that her father knew what he was doing. He had done this before, grabbing a fistful of her curls but also holding on to the base, the root to pull her along as he had probably done such a thing numerous times. Ava knew that her father was well trained, well practiced, and she wanted him to break her in, to train her to be not just any good girl, but his good girl. There was every bit of her that wanted to be his, and not a bit of her complained when he grabbed her hair so harshly. She didn't need lights when she was being pulled along, her shoes set near the door in a soft thud only to feel her body immediately pushed down against the wooden table. Her palms went flat, and a soft breath of air pushed against the table, cheek against it now as she felt the pressure in his hand to hold her down. Punishment. You couldn't have what you wanted without a little bit of punishment, almost expecting nothing less from her father, Ava feeling the cool air conditioning snake up her legs and over her bare rear. She could almost feel that she was still wet, whether it be from the fingers once in her or the drive of her father soaring through her body, the balls of her feet up just slightly as she stood on them, the angle leaving her off the flat of her feet. There was nothing about this punishment that made her upset, made her want to fight and scream, to get away from her father because Ava knew she had been bad, knew she deserved whatever hard spanks her father gave her. Though she wondered the same, why exactly was she being punished. Was it because he had caught a boy both knuckle deep and balls deep in her mouth? Was it because she did it knowing he would be home soon, knowing he could just so easily have reacted so much worse? He could have broken out a window, strangled that boy, and definitely made sure he'd certainly never come back. But then- Ah! His hand came down sharp, silently in the dark of the home but cracked hard against her firm rear, closing her eyes now as her body cringed softly. The sting through her body made her well aware that her rear would be red in no time, if it wasn't already, the second spank causing her knees to bend slightly inward, another soft squeak of noise escaping. It was painful, no way around it. But there was something in the pain, something that surprisingly made her firm rear raise up just slightly, subconsciously. Her palms no longer flat, fingertips beginning to curl inward now, the young woman found herself murmuring, speaking back to what her father wanted to know. Ah- I want to be yours daddy. Yours .
Thread: all for her f a t h e r. [ father figure x banks ]

How she responded was far from anything fabricated. How she moved her little form was far from some played up drama meant to please him. No, it was so natural for her that it screamed out to him. Screamed out to him that she needed to be taken, to be used, to be owned. That was the problem between the two of them, the true underlying current, and really why he wanted to punish his little daughter. It came to him in that clarity of thought, the heady feel and rush of endorphins bringing about the true understanding how why he was doing this. He was punishing her for making him want her. He was punishing her not because of the actions she had taken, not because she had shared her flesh, but because she was offering it...because she was offering him the right to claim her in that most ancient of ways that screamed to a man to take what was his. His jaw tightened at the thought, his chest heaving into a deep breath as his teeth clamped together once more and that rough voice answered her words. Never again. What those words meant was not immediately apparent. Could he be referencing that he would never do this again, never touch her in this fashion? Perhaps that was the case and yet he did not seem to hesitate any longer as he held her down. His young girl's ass was pure perfection, the curve of it falling into his hand as if it was meant to be there. He could have spent eternity holding onto that soft flesh, but that was not the moment upon them. This was not something that would be drawn out, this was not something that could be held back. For now they were in this rush of emotion, this powerful current sweeping them up, and she wanted to be claimed...to be taken....well very well. That is exactly what he would do. Both hands came down, slapping that sweet backside...gripping to spread her and he did the unthinkable, something no Father would ever do. One hand removed itself to undo his pants, one hand fishing free that thick flesh she knew was there. She had seen him on occasion, what family did not have those moment of impropriety. She had seen him and the monster cock that her father sported. Nine inches, circumsized, and so very thick his own hand could barely wrap the shaft. He looked down at her there, trembling, ready for him and arching upwards and he mounted his young woman. Mounted her and took her, a hard vicious thrust. There was no ceremony, no fanfare, nothing gentle. Instead he impaled her, mounting her like an animal, visceral and cruel. He pressed forward in the hard rush of his hips, his body aching as he gave a low growl, continuing his words from before. Never...fucking never again...will another man have you .
Thread: all for her f a t h e r. [ father figure x banks ]

At no point did her young mind ever assume that her father would bring her to this point just to drop her down without so much as an explanation. As if he owed her one, for bending her over this lovely dining room table and laying such hard blows into her soft skin. There was little caress behind it, no gentle touch there, and it didn't seem to phase her that he could very easily be doing this again out of anger. Again, punishment. But it was worth it, there would be no denying that his little Ava knew not of what she was completely getting herself into. It didn't matter. He was her father, and whatever he was willing to give his little girl, she would take it lovingly, graciously. Maybe she was in fact sick, willing to take the bruising that caused her skin to burn, willing to ignore any feeling of pain from her hair being pulled, it was all worth it. After all, she had begged for this when she had never begged a man for anything. It was simple, in an odd way it dealt with her morals. Morals. Huh. Everything about her body felt hot, no matter that she was nearly nude on the slick wood, thighs in the cool air of the house, it almost seemed as though that would help the sting of her father's vicious blows. It didn't. No, a part of her wanted to feel that pain, wanted to feel the searing sensation of what she had made him do, what she had forced him to. There was nothing sweet, or tender here, and Ava was not upset by it, not upset he wasn't holding her but instead holding her down, not caressing after each blow he left but instead digging his nails into her rear after each grip. Eyes closed and wincing from the latest spank, something different behind it when he moved to spread the supple flesh that she knew was now painted red, it was what she heard next that made her want to spread her legs. Something in her remained stiff however, keeping her knees from separating and spreading, he would do that for her when he stepped in closer, lips parting when she felt the thick member touch her skin. The straps of her dress at her shoulders, her heavy bust pressed against the table until her fingers curled into her palm, the unexpected thrust into her welcomed though causing her young body to writhe. It caused her to shift, pushing up slightly and her back to arch, head to raise and her eyes to open, unable to be seen but filled with absolute lust. Fuck . Absolutely, and without a doubt, her father was perfect. Her father was everything and more that the young girl had waited for, and her body reacted willingly, with her back arched it left her rear up and eager, matching the rest of her body. She loved her daddy. Ava could feel her inner walls gripping him, sucking on him and coating him with the juices of her young, tight folds, turning her head slightly and looking over her shoulder with that look in her eyes. Whether it was satisfaction or greed, or absolute pleasure, Ava repeated gently, Never again Daddy. Never again would she let another man have her in such a way. No, she was his.
Thread: all for her f a t h e r. [ father figure x banks ]

He punish fucked her. There was no other way to describe what he was doing to her, no other definition for what was happening. Oh, there was always the way a man bragged about how he took a woman, always the way a man showed off his prowess by claiming he'd annihilated the holes of his current conquest. So many men bragged, so many men lied, so many men were full of bullshit. Not this man, not her father. He power fucked her as if he was trying to prove a point....and the truth was he was proving a point, he was going the distance, in a way those younger men never could. He wanted to orgasm, what man would not with her tight flesh wrapped so wonderfully around his shaft? Yet he refused, he blatantly denied his need, his ass tightening to stop himself from spilling into her. It was a mental exercise for him, a pure measure of domination that would show his little girl that he was more than just dominating her... ...He was dominating himself. His hips moved in swift strokes, brutal in the intensity of the thrust that hilted him inside of her. Her slick lubrication provided the ease of his motion, that cock nearly slipping free in every backstroke before he brought it home within her again. It was pinpoint cruelty, the motion turning his prick into a weapon, trying to illicit not just pleasure but suffering out of her. That was the true goal, suffering brought about by a cock burrowing into her with the fury of every muscle he could bring to bear in the forward blow. His hands moved as he continued that vicious fucking, sliding up to her hips, further up to slip across her beautiful heaving breasts, and as she looked back at him, as she gazed into his features...those strong hands continued their progress, finally wrapping around her beautiful young throat. It was never again for her as well, she said the words, but it was a more visceral truth than even she would understand. He intended to ruin her, he intended to ruin her for other men, no man would ever give her the fucking she deserved...no matter if she opened her legs for them or not. Those eyes, her Father's eyes, they seemed to burn in the darkness as he watched her and then he spoke, words that were most definitely not that of a caring parent...but that of an owner, that of a dominator. You better work out a fucking cum, Ava...come on, cum on that cock...get your hand down there and do it for me... I want to feel your cunt as you...cum. His features were feral as he kept his gaze locked on hers, his hands slowly beginning to cut off her air, expertly letting her suck in oxygen while providing that heady rush of being deprived.
Thread: all for her f a t h e r. [ father figure x banks ]

The sensation of his heavy hands around her throat made her body want to melt in his arms. There was something in this embrace, this grasp completely different than any her father had ever gifted her with. There was nothing sweet and affectionate, it was simply him finding her neck and gripping it, so expertly that again she knew her father was no ordinary older man. No her father was no ordinary man, as no ordinary man could make her body crave him while making her feel weak, driving her body closer and closer to her breaking point. But she knew he wouldn't let her go. Ava knew he was going to make sure she most definitely never again thought of another man in this light, never have another touch her the way her father did, and damn sure never have another inside of her. God no, her father was going to make sure of that, and oddly, she loved him for it. Ava loved him for each time his hips thrust forward, sliding in rapidly and viciously without a sign of stopping until he was nestled deeply inside her, causing her legs to quiver with desire. Still standing on the balls of her feet, her mess of hair moved over her back, grazing over her hips and bouncing each time he showed her just how much he loved her. It was punishment, but Ava took it as love. Love and rage, but she took it, no matter the pain that would erupt in her warm folds later, her knuckles supporting her upward frame. Keeping her dark eyes staring back into his, half lidded and yet still full of lust, full of want and need for her father. Her fingers shifting, palm going flat again when she heard him speak to her so angrily, but so demanding that there was no fear to shift through her. No, it wasn't fear, but love for her daddy. She would do anything for him, even with him demanding now that she play with herself, force herself over that edge that he was so desperately pushing her toward he wanted her to reach. He wanted her to cum with the majority of the cause being his forceful thrusts into her young body, it almost made Ava want to cum already. But she wouldn't, not just yet. One of her hands carefully shifting down between her legs, with another set of gasps and moans, only getting louder when her middle finger began working the bud of nerves and feeling that wonderful sensation shock through her skin. Pure sexual electricity. Ava having closed her eyes when she felt that surge move through her young body, it was with another soft hiccup of moans, mixed with delicious gulps for air that she looked back into his eyes, nails scratching aimlessly at the table, Dah - ah - Daddy! Her near scream was what ushered in her delicious first orgasm, inner walls gripping him even tighter as she heard the way her slick folds reacted, the slapping sound only growing wetter as she coated his length with her juices.
Thread: all for her f a t h e r. [ father figure x banks ]

He had to stop. He had to stop or he was going to cum and there was no way, no way whatsoever, that he would allow this to be. He had to maintain control, had to prevent himself from reaching that state of orgasm. It was torture for him, of the purest form, but he could not explain that just yet to his little angel. How her Father would stroke his thick cock for hours, how he would fuck a woman relentlessly...always denying himself that final shuddering moment, until when he was in near pain he would finish. It was masochistic in a way, but he did not view it as such, no...instead he viewed it as utter domination of his desires. A victory. He felt her folds tightening, gripping and demanding his flesh obey in the way only a woman could provide...wet velvety grip suckling away at him, but he stilled himself...he stilled himself and he leaned in and pulled her up against him. His hands eased upon her throat, one remaining there as a sign of utter territorial declaration...and the other began to roam. He loved her. That was the truth relevant at that moment, once passion found a brief plateau and they were able to have that connection, that intimacy. He felt it, hammering inside of him, as he brought her up so that his chest rested against her back. Forcing her to arch just slightly as he burrowed deeper into her little cunt, that thick shaft pulsing with his seed, his ass tightening even more to prevent himself from spilling. She could see it in his features as he searched her eyes, the need inside of him that he stilled, finally relaxing so that he could lean in and kiss her. Slow kisses, sultry love nips, that was what was called for at the moment as they remained entwined, his hips rolling in slow shallow motions to taunt them both as he felt her nectar slowly dripping down him...knowing it was coating her inner thighs. He gave a small murmur of appreciation, adoration in his face as that free hand touched the straps of her dress, sliding them off of her shoulders. Baring her beautiful bosom for his attention. As he did so he moved those kisses lower, running along her jaw line and up to her ear, light caresses of a tongue felt across her throat, the slight bite upon her shoulder. Yet his attention was elsewhere, his goal evident as his hand cupped one breast, sliding along the underside to grip the entirety of her, digging his fingers in possessively as he almost snarled against her flesh...his full lips moving into a hungry expression. And then, then he slapped that tit , his hand coming up and then down sharply, a vicious blow before cupping it once more. His voice low and sultry in her ear, his breathing steadying, as if causing her pain gave him so much more control over himself. You've been thinking for awhile, little one. Thinking long and hard about what this would be like...tell me, confess, what do you dream of Daddy doing to you?