Protecting Her Virtue

Content Warning: This story contains elements of reluctance/non-consent. If that is not something you want to read, you have been warned.

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“Bye, Dad, see ya later!” my daughter chirped while rushing out the door one Friday night.

“Would you like to tell me where you’re going, Kasey?” I replied from the couch, tilting down my glasses.

“Sarah’s, like always!”

“Really? In that outfit?”

I looked my 18-year-old daughter up and down. Like her late mother, she had lithe, tan legs and a tight body. She was showing off her bottom half in a minuscule skirt, and her thin waist was prominent in her crop top. Also popping out were her breasts, which had grown considerably, and now sat full and perky on her chest. I didn’t want my baby going out dressed like a whore, so I commanded:

“Pull your skirt down, girl, and put on a coat! Or do you want the boys to grope you?”

“No Dad, ew! Ugh, fine….”

Once her outfit was more appropriate, I told her not to come home late. She promised she wouldn’t, then kissed my cheek and floated out the door. Finally, I could exhale.

“Ohhh goddd…”

My daughter looked fuckin’ smokin’, and my dick had been straining in my pants since the moment she came downstairs. I crept over to the window to check that Kasey had been picked up, then sprinted to her bedroom.

“Why am I like this…” I pondered as I snuck in.

These thoughts disgusted me–that I was attracted to my kin–but I rationalized them with my adoration for my dead wife. She was the love of my life, and now that she’s gone, the closest thing I have is our baby. It doesn’t hurt that Kasey looks just like her mother. The same blonde hair and blue eyes, the same smile, the same jiggly tush.

“Hnnggg…” I groaned again, bemoaning letting her go.

Now that she’s a woman, I was well aware that men would try to take her from me. I hated that idea; it repulsed me. As her Father, it was my duty to protect her. To make sure that no one took her purity unless they truly loved her. It was my job to give her away to the right man. No… it was my job to take her… For who could love her more than me?

“Mmmm, here it is….”

I’d arrived at my favorite part of the house: my daughter’s hamper. Recently, I’d gotten into the twisted habit of inhaling Kasey’s scent. I know it’s sick, but one time when she hugged me I swore I could smell her virgin pussy. After that, I couldn’t get the pungent stench out of my head; it drove me crazy. One day I went for a sniff, just a quick one. My dick was in charge and I couldn’t control myself. Of course, that first whiff could never quench my need.

“SNIIIIIIFFFFF!! Aaahhhhh…”

I was holding my favorite pair. A little white lacy thing that had a slight yellow patch from my daughter’s accumulated juices. I pressed that part right on my nostrils and breathed deeply. My cock grew rapidly to my own flesh and blood’s scent, and soon it was punching at my zipper, begging to be set free.

“Fuck yeah, Kasey… You’re MY little girl…” I panted while stroking in my daughter’s room.

I stood there and jerked my 8 inches until it exploded sticky goo all over her panties. I wiped my brow with a smile, then folded Kasey’s undies delicately and placed them back in the hamper. Hopefully, she’d rewear the crusty pair… Afterwards, a familiar guilt crept up.

The internal war I had over my obsession with my own daughter culminated that night like many others: with the bottle. I sat on the couch alone, depressed, horny. I craved the soft touch of a woman again, I missed it so dearly. No lovers had shared my bed since my wife’s passing, and I knew the only one who could replace her was my daughter. I took another swig then passed out on the couch.

“W-wha’s that?” I mumbled in a drunken stupor when awoken hours later.

I looked up and saw a shadow slip through the front door, trying to close it silently.

“Is that you, Kasey?”

No response, but I could see her slinking up the stairs.

“Dammit, girl, you listen to me when I’m talking to you!”

I turned on the lamp and saw her frightened face as she sprinted to her room. My inebriated state made me more volatile than usual, so I ran after her, pissed that she’d evaded me.

“Come back here, Kasey!” I shouted, bounding up the stairs.

“Go away, Dad, you’re drunk!” she cried while trying to close her door.

I grabbed her wrist before she could and hauled her into the light. She looked a complete mess.

“Were you drinking tonight, girl! And what’s with your makeup!! Why’s it smeared!!!”

Her arms were held tight in my grip as I seethed, exhaling ferociously.

“I- I-” she squeaked.

“You what, whore! I see that lipstick smeared all over your slut mouth. I know what you did!”

“Oh, but Daddy, I’m so sorry!”

“SO YOU DID SUCK DICK TONIGHT?!” I was roaring now.

“Mmmmm….” she struggled, “yes, Daddy….”

“YOU FUCKING WHORE!!”

This was it. I was so furious I saw red. Not just mad at her for being a slut, but at myself for letting her out in the wild. I should’ve kept her home. I should’ve kept her protected.

“Come ‘ere you little skank,” I grunted while hauling her into my room.

She was crying behind me, begging forgiveness, but I told her to shut her fuckin’ whore mouth. When we got to the master suite, I dragged her to the bed and sat on it. Then, in my rage, I yanked my daughter over my knee and threw her tiny skirt over her bum.

“No, Daddy, stop! What are you doing!!”

“Quiet, girl! I’m going to spank you now, like the whore you are! Hanging out with boys… suckin’ dick!!”

I clapped my palm onto her bare ass cheek as I berated her.

“Oh! Daddy!!” she cried.

“Silence! A slut doesn’t get to speak when she’s being punished!”

I continued savagely, crashing my hands onto her buns till she bucked. She cried and writhed, begging me to stop, but I knew she’d never learn if I did.

“You gonna listen to Daddy from now on, girl? Or are you gonna be a harlot!”

“No, Daddy, no!! I promise I’ll be a good girl!!!”

The spanking continued until my hand started to hurt. I slowed down and rested it on my daughter’s plump ass, squeezing her cheeks, savoring the feeling of a woman’s skin. The woman I created.

“It’s okay, baby, Daddy’s got you.”

She was still crying softly, but I gave her my other hand to nuzzle into while I ruminated. Though the spanking was sure to deter her temporarily, there was no way I could guarantee that my daughter would stay pure; her virginity intact. There was no way to prevent her from acting like a slut. Well, I guess there was one way… I really didn’t think I was ever going to use it, though….

“Kasey,” I cooed.

“Y-yes, Daddy…?” she replied with a sniffle.

“Do you know why I had to spank you?”

“B-because I was a… whore….”

“Yes, dear, that’s exactly why. You were a whore. But it’s not your fault, baby, don’t worry,” I soothed.

“W-what do you mean?”

“It’s not your fault you couldn’t help yourself. You have needy pussy,” she groaned when I said that crude word, “and needy pussies turn girls into whores.”

“B-but Daddy…”

“Shhh, let Daddy talk. Let me guess, Kasey, when you were with that boy tonight, did your little pussy get wet?”

“Mmmhmmm….” she nodded with great embarrassment.

“See, just like Daddy said. You got horny around a man, like a little slut, and couldn’t control yourself. I bet you even asked him to finger you, huh?”

“….yes, Daddy….”

“Bad girl!” I shouted with a vicious spank. The thought of another man inside my daughter made me sick.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay, sweetheart, Daddy’s going to help you. You want that, baby? Want Daddy to help you not be such a whore?”

“Yes, please Daddy! I don’t want to be a slut!”

“Good girl,” I replied, petting dangerously close to her crotch.

“B-but how are you gonna help me…?”

“You’ll see. Why don’t you lay on the bed for a minute now, girl, Daddy needs to grab something.”

She delicately laid on her stomach to avoid her smarting tush, while I went to the closet. There, I grabbed a device I had purchased a few months prior, when my obsession was in its infancy. My biggest fear was my daughter’s virginity being taken, so I bought a contraption to prevent that. It wasn’t until this moment, though, that I knew it was necessary to use.

“W-what’s that…” she trembled, crawling toward the pillows.

“It’s okay, Kasey, Daddy’s not gonna hurt you. Now come over here and stand in front of me.”

I was back sitting on the side of the bed while my daughter shivered over. She stood in front of me with her skirt pulled too high, crop top hanging off one shoulder, hands to her sides, eyes low.

“Kasey, you know as your Father I love you more than anyone on this earth, and all I want to do is protect you. That’s why I purchased this little contraption, so we can keep you safe. It’s going to protect that needy little pussy of yours so you can’t soil yourself.”

“B-b-but, but Daddy!” she sputtered, turning towards the door.

I grabbed her wrist before she could get away and reminded her, “do you want to go back over my lap, girl!”

“No, Daddy….” she whispered in defeat.

“Then turn around and stay still!”

As she shook nervously, I opened the upper portion of the chastity belt. I slid the cool rubber, coated on top in a metal armor, under her skirt and wrapped it around her slim waist. She jumped at the sensation.

“W-what are you doing, Daddy?”

“I’m just keeping you safe, sweetheart,” I assured. “Daddy needs you to take your panties down now, dear.”

“No, why!”

“Because I said so! And if you don’t start listening I’ll take off my belt!”

“Okay! Okay!” she bawled while pulling down her tiny G-string.

“That’s it, girl, all the way. Daddy needs that little pussy bare before he can keep it safe…”

She moaned nervously at my lewd comment but knew better than to try to run. With the waist straps secured tightly, I inserted the ends into the locking mechanism on her belly, and watched her squirm as they clicked past the grooves.

“No, Daddy!”

“Quiet!” I shouted with a spank before grabbing the final portion that was hanging down her back.

This last part was essentially a metal thong, just thick enough to cover her entire slit. There was a large opening at her butthole, and a small one near her urethra, so she would be able to use the restroom. My girl was going to be locked 24/7 until I said otherwise.

I brought the rubber lined armor to her precious cunt, then wrapped it up towards her flat tummy ever so gently. She shuddered as the material touched her naked pussy lips, and I could see part of her outer labia still popping out of the chastity belt. It was a perfect fit. I inserted the final strap into the bottom of the device, to meet it with the other two, and once adjoined, twisted a key into the lock at her belly button. Then, I gave her pussy a flick.

DINK

“Ahh!!” she screamed upon hearing the metal echo. “B-b-but!” she panicked and felt around her girl parts, but instead hit a solid exoskeleton.

“Do you like it, baby? See, now you’re protected. Now Daddy can make sure his little whore daughter doesn’t go running around fucking boys, getting pregnant.”

“D-D-Daddy……..”

She broke down sobbing so I stood up and hugged her.

“Shhhh it’s okay, sweetie, Daddy’s gonna keep you safe. You’re my little girl, and nobody else’s….”

I stroked and kissed her hair while she cried. Finally, I sent us both off to bed, her despondent, me triumphant. I jerked off sniffing the panties she had left on my floor, ravenous at the thought of my protected princess.

The next morning I awoke hung over. Immediately, I remembered what had happened the night before. I bolted up to check my closet and it was true, I really had locked my daughter up in chastity. With the alcohol in our systems faded, I wasn’t sure how to discuss the topic with Kasey. Would she hate me? I decided to find out and went over to her room. The door was locked.

“Sweetie… are you in there?”

“Go away…” a small voice replied.

“Baby…. are you upset about what Daddy did last night?”

“Yes….”

“I know, but just let Daddy explain. Come on, open the door, baby.”

After a minute, it finally creaked open. There stood my angelic daughter in a loose nightie. Underneath, I could make out her protector. It made me smile.

“Why did you do this to me, Daddy…?”

I held her hand and walked her to the bed before explaining:

“Sweetheart, you know the only thing I want is for my little girl to be happy, right?”

She nodded and cuddled a little closer.

“And what would happen if a boy took advantage of you, or even worse, if you got raped. Would you be very happy?”

She shook her head and wiped a tear.

“Don’t you see, baby, I’m doing this all for you. I don’t want to see you get hurt because some man who doesn’t truly love you takes your virginity. I don’t want any bad guys steal my little girl, so I’m keeping you safe. You understand, sweetie?”

“Umm, yeah… I think I do…” she whispered before giving me a shy smile.

“Good girl,” I replied with a peck to her cheek. “Now why don’t you go get started on Daddy’s breakfast, then we can spend a nice day together.”

“I’d like that, Daddy,” she giggled, then gave me my own kiss.

My cock reacted so I went to jerk off while she cooked. When I entered the kitchen, I saw my daughter trying to pry off her chastity belt with a utensil. I came up behind her and grabbed it.

“Uh, uh, uh, missy. No getting out until Daddy says so.”

“Fine…” she muttered then set down my food.

As the day passed, I watched Kasey intently as she did her chores. Her naughty fingers kept creeping down to her cunt, and she let out frustrated sighs when she was blocked. From my previous spying, I knew she had multiple vibrators. The little slut probably missed playing with her puss, and it made me a satisfied man to know she couldn’t. This whore was only going to get what her Father gave her.

By dinner, juices were dripping down her thighs. She kept wiping to try to hide her wanton state, but I saw how wet she was. Her slut pussy couldn’t contain itself, and needed to be touched. When I came in for dinner I caught her on her knees, trying to shove a finger between the device and her lips.

“Kasey! What are you doing!”

“Daddy!! Oh, I-”

I lifted her up and questioned, “were you trying to touch yourself, girl!!”

“No, Dad, I just….” she stifled a pout then began bawling. “Yes, Daddy, I was……”

“Aww, come here.”

I pulled her into a big hug and she cried on my chest while I brushed her hair. She looked up to me with puppy dog eyes.

“D-Daddy… can I please just…”

“No, baby,” I cooed with a gentle head shake. “Do good girls touch their pussies, or is that what little sluts do?”

“No, Daddy, good girls don’t touch their pussies….”

“So you should be happy Daddy gave you your protector, right honey? So you can be a good girl.”

“Yes, Daddy… thank you…”

Before shooing her away, I gave her a smack on her bubble butt and left my hand there for a moment. My needy daughter pushed her tits up into me, then whimpered huskily when I pulled away. It made my dick surge, so I raced to her bedroom to steal some panties for masturbation.

The sight the next morning was even sweeter than the day before. Kasey was bent over the kitchen counter, shaking her hips, rubbing her ass and crotch, trying anything she could to get pussy pleasure. I watched gleefully from the corner, and even got brave, whipping my dick out to stroke while my desperate daughter writhed.

I gave her ass a firm spank when I came in for coffee, and instead of her usual annoyed outburst, she moaned throatily. Then, she gave me my coffee with zero attitude, which was rare. It seemed the chastity belt was putting her into a more submissive mindset. I liked that a lot.

“You’re being such a good girl this morning, sweetheart. What’s gotten into you?”

“Oh… Daddy…” she moaned, unable to control herself, even with her Father. “I just feel so… funny… with my protector.”

“You feel needy, baby?”

“Mmmhmm…” she nodded shamefully.

“Awww, come here, you can sit in my lap.”

I pulled her in and held her by her slim waist as I ate. When I bounced her lightly, she ground her ass back into me, probably subconsciously.

“You know that needy feeling you have now?”

“Yes, Daddy…”

“Well, that feeling is for good girls; pure girls. Bad girls and sluts touch their pussies and get filled by scary men. Good girls obey their Father’s and wear their pussy protectors, so nobody can harm them, including themselves. Does that make sense, sweetie? You’re supposed to feel this way, it’s beneficial for you.”

“Okay, Daddy… ah!”

My warm hands were tracing around her thighs and had traveled a bit too high. One finger was resting right near her mound armor.

“What do you say to Daddy for keeping you safe?”

“Thank you, Daddy…”

“Good girl.” I flicked the metal and she shrieked, then I sent her to do dishes.

The following days were similar, though I sensed my daughter was spiraling. She looked hysterical, feral, since going untouched. I’d hear her dinging dildos against the metal, then crying at her inability to pleasure herself. I was overjoyed at her helpless, horny state, and used it to my advantage.

I’d hug her for much longer than usual, and even got bold enough to start placing my hands right on her ass. She didn’t mind, and would actually nuzzle into me, swaying her hips in my grasp. I’d see damp patches form in the front and back of her nightie as we embraced. When I’d pull away, she’d whimper and raise her arms to me, pleading to be close again. I’d give her her wish and smother her face in the chest hair shooting from my polo.

“Dad… can I go out tonight?”

It had been a week since locking up Kasey, and she was again dressed like a slut, ready to party.

“Yes, sweetie, but only if you’re a good girl.”

“How can I not be…” she scoffed.

“I haven’t put you in a gag yet, have I?”

She gave a terrified look before squeaking out a goodbye and leaving. Once she’d exited, I couldn’t help but go a bit crazy myself. Sure, I’d locked up her pussy, but I couldn’t stop her from giving blowjobs. The thought wouldn’t leave my mind: my daughter on her whore knees for a man other than me. It made me incandescent, so I stomped angrily throughout the house, tossing my slut daughter’s dildos in the trash. I was going to be the only one filling her.

“Hello, whore,” I stated firmly when she stumbled in disheveled at 3AM.

“D-Dad, what are you still doing up!”

I rushed up and inspected her ruined lipstick. “Dammit, girl!! Didn’t I tell you! I let you out because you were going to be a good girl, not some no good skank!”

“But Daddy! I…” She looked so nervous to tell the truth, but finally broke. “I couldn’t help it!!”

“What’s that supposed to mean!” I raged, squeezing her petite body tightly.

“Oh Daddy!!” she cried in my arms. “I’m sorry! I’m just so….”

“So what, girl! Spit it out!!”

“HORNY!!!” she exploded.

I looked back at her with anger and hunger.

“So you say you’re horny, huh, girl?”

She nodded.

“My daughter’s horny, huh!” I was raising my voice again. “Then get on your fuckin’ knees, you little skank! You wanna suck dick like a whore, then I’ll give you some dick to suck!! Huh, I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you??”

“No Daddy!! No!” she cried but I had already backed her into a corner.

“Get on your fuckin’ knees,” I snarled.

“Daddy, p-please,” she begged.

“Please what? Let you suck my dick? I know you want to, whore. I see you shaking your little ass in my kitchen, begging Daddy to rape that tight cunt!”

“N-no…. ooooooooo…”

As she cried, I brought my hands to her crotch and felt around her chastity belt. I slid my fingers across her exposed lips till she danced on her toes.

“You want Daddy to let you out of your cage, huh, baby? You gonna be a good girl?”

“Mmmhmmm… Daddy please….” she begged pathetically.

“We’ll see, baby, we’ll see. First you have to do something for Daddy, though. It’s only fair, since I put you in that little cage for your benefit. Yeah, you’re gonna earn your keep in this house. Be a good girl now and get on your knees, or Daddy’s gonna get the belt!”

She wailed then scrambled onto her knees. I backed her up even more, so she was completely stuck between the corner and my enormous frame. In my lustful trance, I started to unzip my pants. Once unleashed, my rock hard 8 incher jutted out near her jaw.

“Aahhh!!! Daddy!!”

“Quiet, girl! I know this isn’t your first cock. Probably haven’t seen one this big though, ha! But I bet you like that don’t you, little whore? You like Daddy’s big cock? Well, why don’t you do what you always do when you’re on your slut knees. Come on, open your mouth.”

I grabbed the back of Kasey’s head and pulled her into my crown. My tip initially hit her closed lips, but I squeezed her cheeks with my hand until she opened, then slipped in the leaking head.

“Ohhhh fuckkkkk,” I let out when I had finally entered one of my daughter’s holes.

It was even sweeter than I could have imagined. My little girl, made from my loins, about to suck her own siblings out of me.

“Mmmmdaddy…” she pouted through my dick, but I pushed her further till I heard gags.

“No talking out of you, missy! From now on, when your little pussy gets wet, you’re going to come to Daddy to get on your knees, not one of those other boys! You hear me! Your Daddy’s cocksucker now!!”

GULP “Yes, Daddy!” GULP

I could see how eager my daughter was to suck her own Father’s dick, and it made me proud. I loved watching the little bitch I’d created act like my personal whore.

“Is my little girl still needy? Huh? Is your pussy dripping, baby?” I asked when she couldn’t stop writhing.

She nodded at me with doe eyes.

“Show me, girl, show me your wet cunt.”

With much embarrassment, she raised her skirt until I could see her protector. She hadn’t worn panties, since they didn’t fit, so there was nothing but metal, rubber, and wet skin. Her juices were pouring down her thighs and glistening in the kitchen light. I pushed her legs apart with my foot and started tapping on her metal mound.

“Mmmmmm…” she groaned while still throating.

I continued playing the drums on her little cage, making her bounce as she tried to mimic riding cowgirl. It was obvious she craved being filled. I slid my toes across her sopping thighs and jiggled her baby fat. My daughter cooed and groaned with each touch, spreading herself wider for me.

“That’s it, girl, suck Daddy’s cock. Look up at me when you worship my dick.”

She turned her head up and I gazed down at the same blue eyes I used to face fuck years prior when I was married to her Mother. It was nostalgic bliss. The sensation of complete dominance and power was tenfold, though, when gagging my daughter.

“Oh yeah, Kasey, that’s it. Fuck yea… fuck yea… FUUUCKKKKK!!!”

I jammed my daughter’s nose into my pubes as I filled her stomach with the seed that created her. My orgasm was stronger than any I’d had before, which told me that this was how it should be. As her Father, I should be the one who owns her; she is mine to take.

“C-can we go to bed now, Daddy….” Kasey asked after spitting out my dick.

“Not yet, baby. What do you say after Daddy lets you get on your knees and be the whore you love to be?”

“Thank you, Daddy…..”

“Good girl, now off to bed!”

I lifted her up and smacked her ass, then sent her upstairs. I followed behind, staring at her swishing skirt while stealing glances underneath. She slammed her door when she got in her room, but I stayed outside to listen. First I heard crying, then I sensed desperation as she flung open drawers, probably in search of one of her dildos. I wondered if the act had turned her on as much as it did me. When I heard her long nails clinking against her armor, I knew she was trying to finger herself. It made me hard again.

The next morning, I had to tread carefully. I was aware that I could get in serious trouble, but also knew it wasn’t going to be the last time. There was no way I was letting her go now; those holes were mine. I crept into her room and sat on the side of her bed as she awoke groggily.

“Hey, Kasey, you okay?”

“D-dad!”

She covered herself in her sheets but I pulled them back gently and brought her into my chest. I stroked her hair and calmed her.

“It’s okay, baby, nothing’s wrong. What we did last night was good for you.”

“B-but…”

“Shhhhhh, Kasey. You said you were feeling needy, right?”

I moved one of my hands down to her nightie and started rubbing around her warm inner thighs. She groaned and shivered but only cuddled in closer.

“Y-yes, Daddy….”

“So I was just helping my little girl out, giving her an outlet for her whorish needs.” She whimpered at my harsh words but stayed still. “What if it hadn’t been me, and instead you got on your knees for a cruel man with bad intentions? Hm, girl, would you have liked that?”

“No, Daddy…..”

I kept stroking along her thighs, grazing my fingertips along her protective armor. She shuddered with fear and embarrassment, but couldn’t hide her lustful moans. My cock was dying to break free of the hole in my thin boxers.

“You feeling needy again this morning? Huh, baby?”

She looked up at me and nodded, “yes, Daddy…..”

“Aww that’s okay, sweetie. That’s why Daddy’s here, so you can channel those needs. You think you wanna do what we did last night? You wanna get back down on your knees?”

My incessant thigh grazes had turned to squeezes and my daughter was melting.

“Oh…. oh, Daddy…”

“Huh, girl? Wanna get back down where good girls go? On your knees?”

“Ooooooo! Y-yes, Daddy…..”

“That’s a good girl, no need to feel ashamed.”

I placed her on the floor before she could retract her admission. I sat on the side, locking my ankles underneath her butt so she couldn’t escape. Looking down at my beautiful daughter in her pink nightie drove me wild, and I was no longer thinking with my brain. I whipped my raging cock out of the hole of my briefs and pulled Kasey’s head into me. She opened without any struggle.

“That’s it, girl, suck Daddy’s dick.”

“Mmmm.. ACK! Mmmm…”

She’d gotten into a good rhythm of jerking and sucking my cock, giving my entire shaft immense pleasure. She shifted to my scrotum, and part of her silky gown rubbed against balls as she handled my nutsack like a seasoned slut.

“You’re doing real good, baby, keep it up. Girls like you love sucking dick, huh? You like suckin’ on Daddy?”

She looked up at me with passion flaring in her eyes and groaned, “Oh yes, Daddy, I love it! I love sucking you off! I love you!!”

She dove back in furiously, her own thoughts seemingly now run by her genitalia. I brushed along her chastity belt with my feet, causing her to hump her plushy ass down on them. She bucked and bounced, hoping to get a little scrape against her protected hole.

“You want Daddy to let you out of your protector, baby? Your pussy seems needy.”

“Oh, please please please, Daddy!! PLEASE I’m so fucking horny!!”

“Haha, I don’t know, love, I think I like you like this. It’s a good state for a girl like you to be: desperate, wanton, helpless. I think it suits you.”

“No please!” she begged, throating me deeper to change my mind.

“You just keep doing your job, sweetie, and Daddy’ll think about it.”

She kept up her wet mouth until I couldn’t hold back any longer. I gripped her neck with both hands and pulled her throat into me while shooting another load straight to my daughter’s belly.

“Mmmm!! Mmmm!!!” she squealed, but I held her still.

“Just keep swallowing, and don’t let any spill or Daddy’s gonna have to take you over his lap again.”

She pleaded with her eyes not to punish her while guzzling her own DNA. She did a final gulp then pulled my cock out.

“What do you say, girl?”

“Thank you, Daddy….”

“Of course, baby,” I said with a tender cheek stroke. “And from now on, whenever you get those little pussy tingles that drive you mad, you’re going to come over to Daddy and get on your knees. Then, Daddy’ll let you suck him off. Does that sound good, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered with hidden desire. “Thank you….”

“Anything for you, my love. Now head on to the kitchen and start workin’ on my bacon!”

I spanked her when she walked out, then laid in her bed for a bit, basking in her feminine smell.

Throughout the day, I kept up my constant touching. I stood behind my daughter while she washed the dishes and slipped my hands under her skirt, feeling around her plump globes. She’d squirm and wiggle, but never moved away, and even leaned back into me a few times. By dinner, she was animalistic in her need to be filled. She could barely sit still while we ate, and when I sent her off to bed I heard her let out a whimper. I hung out for about 30 minutes until a soft knock at the door piqued my attention.

“Daddy….” Kasey whispered while slinking in my room.

“Yes, baby? What’s wrong?”

She looked like she’d been crying so I raised my arms up to her. She came over to the side of the bed and stood while I hugged her better.

“Umm…. My pussy’s been tingling again… and you told me to come to you if that happened….”

“Good girl, listening to Daddy. But that’s not all I said, is it?”

“N-no….”

“What’s a good girl supposed to do when she comes to see her Daddy about her needy pussy?”

“She gets… on her knees…”

“That’s right, baby. Go on.”

I sat firmly while my daughter dropped to her knees; she didn’t even need my encouragement.

“Take it out, sweetie, if that’s what you want.”

“Mmm, yes please, Daddy…” she whimpered with shame and lust.

My legs opened wide to give her a place to rest, and soon my cock was again enveloped by Kasey’s silky throat. I didn’t last long, so horny from the control I exerted over my daughter, and quickly blasted warm milk across her tonsils. I held her head down for a minute before letting her up.

“Thank you, Daddy…”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Sleep well now.”

The rest of the week followed similarly, with my daughter dropping to her knees whenever she became insatiable. I no longer had to say anything, she would simply enter the room I was in and dutifully perform her job. We were on a schedule of training her throat two to three times a day, and both loving every minute. Her need was becoming too great, though, and her eyes kept filling with wanton tears. My petting on her protected groin wasn’t satisfying her, but she still wasn’t ready to be filled. At least, not in that hole.

“How does your pussy feel today?” I asked my daughter after she swallowed my jizz one morning.

“Okay…. it’s still tingling, though…”

“It wants to be filled, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Daddy….”

“But do you think you deserve it yet, sweetie? Have you been a good girl?”

“Yes….”

“You’re right, baby girl, you have been. It’s time Daddy gave you a little reward.”

“Oh yes, please Daddy!!! Please please!!”

“Haha calm down. Come lay over my lap and I’ll give you your present.”

She was nervous to get over my knee, since this was where I spanked her, but today she would be receiving no punishment. With my daughter in place, skirt flipped over her back, I pulled a small buttplug out of my pocket. Kasey couldn’t see what I was doing, but I coated it in lube, then brought the metal plug to her chastity belt. The device had an attachable unit which, once locked over the open butthole portion, trapped the plug in place. She would have no way to remove it until I let her. (Link to example)

“D-daddy! What are you doing?” she questioned anxiously when the cold steel touched her tight, pink pucker.

“Relax, sweetie, I’m just alleviating some of the stress you’ve had lately. This is going to help calm you down while you’re locked up.”

I held her still while coaxing in the plug, watching her perfect button stretch. When it reached halfway, I let go and saw the rest glide into her hungry hole. I made sure that everything was secure before giving her one spank and lifting her up.

“How does it feel, baby?”

“Umm…. okay, I guess….”

She was rubbing her legs together and blushing hotly. Her whole body was trembling with trepid delight as the buttplug pushed against her vaginal walls, internally. It gave her just enough pleasure to feel temporarily sated, and would have the double benefit of making her pussy jealous of her other hole. Soon she would beg to be fucked.

“How will I…..” she asked, realizing the toy could only be removed with my key.

“You’ll come to Daddy when you need to go number 2, and I’ll let you out.”

“T-thank you, Daddy,” she whispered before scurrying off to attend to her chores.

As directed, she came to me when she needed to use the bathroom, and I relished in the massive power I exerted over her. For three days I kept this game up, watching her gyrate her hips when she sucked me, hoping to rotate the plug till it poked her inner pussy. It was cute to watch, but frankly, I too was becoming insatiable. I was also getting bored of blowjobs. When she was sucking me before bed two weeks after getting locked, I decided it was time. I was ready to break open my daughter’s virgin cunt, but apparently so was she.

“D-daddy?” I heard with a sniffle while she was attending to her nightly duty on her knees.

“Yes, sweetie?” I asked, a tad impatiently because I was about to take her innocence.

“P-please…. will you unlock me and play with my p-pussy? Please, Daddy…..?”

Well, damn, I guess the chastity belt worked. She broke down into full-blown sobs once she got it out, and I comforted her by petting her head. She seemed to be in a hysterically horny state, perfect for a girl like her.

“Is that what you want, Kasey? You want Daddy to unlock you and play with your pussy?”

“Mmmhmm…. please…”

She looked so adorably pathetic on her knees, and I could no longer resist, so I lifted my daughter and brought her to my big chair. I sat her on my lap and pulled the key out of my pocket. Her frown reversed and she jumped with excitement when she saw it.

“Oh, Daddy, please!!!”

“Now now, baby,” I slowed her eager bounces, “you need to promise me that you’re going to be a good girl if I let you out. Are you going to let Daddy play with your little pussy? Are you going to let him fill it up?”

“YES!!! I promise Daddy I promise! I want you to fill me so badly just PLEASE touch my pussy!!!!”

Music to my fucking ears. I grinned proudly while inserting the key into the lock. Kasey put her hands on mine and we twisted together. I could feel the heat emanating from her scorching pussy as I slowly removed the contraption, and juices that had been partially blocked now flowed freely down both our thighs. I pulled out the butt plug and threw the whole device to the side, ready to play with my little girl. I brought one finger to her sopping lips and brushed through them, grazing her rock hard clit. She gasped and writhed.

“Oh, FUCK, Daddy!!!!” she bursted, both from her mouth and cunt.

Her legs spasmed, and though I wasn’t sure it was a true orgasm, the fact that a mere finger graze could turn her to jelly made my dick steel.

“Again! Again, please!!” she begged.

Of course, I obliged, this time leaving my middle finger between her slit to let it soak. I slid it up and down, teasing her silky lips. She grabbed my hairy forearms and squeezed her thighs as I brought her immense pleasure without even dipping in a finger. I couldn’t wait to truly blow her mind.

“You like when Daddy plays with your pussy, baby?”

“Oh yes, yes Daddy YES! I LOVE IT!!!”

“I knew you would, Kasey. Good girls love when their Daddy’s play with their pussies. Much more than the nasty boys at parties. Isn’t that right, baby? You like my fingers more than those boys?”

I started dipping my digit into her hole to tease her. At the first knuckle she was moaning, by the second she was groaning, and by the third she was shrieking.

“Yes Daddy!!! I love when you finger my pussy! I only want you to play with it!”

“Yeah? You mean it, sweetie? You only want Daddy touching your sweet cunt?”

My finger was lodged deep and the rest of my palm was cupping her wet mound and clit. I drew circles, moving her petite body with me, eliciting more impassioned grunts.

“Yes, Daddy…” she admitted with both humiliation and lust. “I do love when you touch my pussy, really…. I love you, Daddy…”

She turned her head to me while saying it and grabbed my face. She pleaded with her eyes, so I dove in to kiss my daughter. My beard scraped her soft cheeks as I devoured her pouty lips, thrusting my tongue past her tonsils. She cried into my mouth, with no option but to submit to me. My tongue and fingers were working her into a frenzy, but she hadn’t seen shit yet. I stood us both up, then placed her back on the chair. With a ravenous expression, I got on my own knees, for once, and pounced between my daughter’s open legs.

“Ooooo FUCCKKK!!!!” she squealed when my facial hair tore at her virgin flesh.

I mashed my face in, grinding my jaw back and forth to touch every inch of her perfect skin. I lapped and sucked and bit and squeezed, claiming ownership over my daughter’s virgin pussy.

“You like that?” I huffed, looking up at her with pure hunger. Sweat was beading on my hairline, and I felt like a wolf.

“Yes Daddy, eat my pussy deeper!!” she screamed while gripping my head with both hands.

I obliged. This went on for 10 or so more minutes, me feasting on Kasey while she gushed like a fountain. My beard was drenched with my own daughter’s cunt juice, and I was loving every second.

“You want Daddy to fuck you now, baby? Huh? Want Daddy’s thick dick to stretch open your tight little pussy?”

“Yes, yes Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me!!!”

Her time in chastity had clearly done wonders. It had transformed my daughter into Daddy’s little whore, and I couldn’t wait to test my new toy. I got into a crouch and pushed Kasey onto her back. She was splayed out on the chair, long blonde hair flowing over her pink nipples. Her rosy cheeks were flushed with virgin glow; she was my beautiful angel.

“Holy shit….” I uttered when my bulbous tip met her gushy folds.

She was absolutely soaking, drenching my cock in virgin juice as I slid it up and down her slit. I teased the head in and out a few times, watching her open. Her expression was priceless: hunger, desire, confusion, lust, even a little fear. It all combined into the most seductive “fuck me” face I’d ever seen, so I pushed deeper.

“Oh, Daddy!” she squealed when the crown was in.

“You ready for me to break you open, baby? Ready to become Daddy’s little girl?”

She nodded so I continued the descent, tearing through her maidenhood as I cored out four inches.

“Oh! Oh fuck!” she groaned, flailing her thin arms and legs.

It was so cute to watch her dance on my cock. The further I impaled her, the more powerful I felt, knowing I could hold her down with just my dick. It was actually quite comical how little a chance she stood against me. But that didn’t matter, since after a minute of halfway marination, she begged for the whole thing.

“ALL THE WAY DADDY!”

It felt too good to be true, my needy daughter begging for my cock, but I wasn’t about to scrutinize my blessings. I just did exactly what she wanted, crashing my hairy body into her soft curves. My abs met the backs of her thighs, so I knew I was balls deep. I had taken over my daughter’s body. It was mine now.