Daughter Training 4: A Woman’s Position

Story Excerpt

Stephen grabbed Kara by the neck, pulled her off his cock, and bent her over the rickety table in the middle of the room. Her face pressed into the sticky laminate, breasts pressed flat. He planted a palm on her back and held her down, then used the other hand to hike down her black jeans. He didn’t bother with the zipper. He just tore them at the seam. Her soaked panties went next, ripped down to her knees in a single yank.

“You want to make a mess?” he said. “I’ll give you something to clean up.”

He rubbed his cock head against her already dripping pussy to lubricate the tip and shoved into her cunt with no further warning. Kara shrieked, the shock of his thrust was electric, but then she arched her back and forced herself deeper onto him. She could feel every inch, every vein, of her father’s thick length scraping her raw and open. Stephen fucked her with a punishing rhythm, smacking her ass with every thrust. The purple-haired girl pulled out her own phone, started recording.
“Take it,” Stephen grunted. “Do better, you little pig.”

Kara moaned, voice high and strangled. She reached between her legs, found her clit, rubbed it in frantic circles. The harder he fucked her, the wetter she got, until her own arousal spilled down her thighs and onto the floor.

Stephen noticed. He grabbed her hair, yanked her face up, then pushed her back to the floor, her face an inch above the mess she’d just squirted out. “Clean it,” he said. “Use your mouth.”

Kara licked the floor, lapping up the sticky mess of her own juices. The taste made her shudder. Will had stopped pretending to be shocked. He just stood in the corner, phone up, one hand pressed into his own crotch. He was nothing to Kara. She didn’t even find him attractive. But she loved that her humiliation was being captured. She was her father’s toy. And she liked that others knew it.