Bad Pussy

"Of course, princess. Open wide" Kurt caressed her cheek as Heather gaped her mouth, her wet, pink tongue lying flay against her bottom lip.

Releasing him, Heather's hands fell away as Kurt took his own shaft in hand and guided his cockhead to her open mouth. He rested the tip on her tongue and pressed his dick further into her mouth with his hips. Heather's tongue slipped back behind her teeth, drawing Kurt's cock in along with it. She licked all along the bottom shaft as it slid further into her mouth, the cockhead passing by her tongue and knocking at the back of her throat. There was still an inch between her mouth and his balls.

"You like daddy's dick in your mouth?"

Heather nodded, the cock in her mouth bopping along as she hummed her satisfaction. But, she was beginning to find it difficult to breath with Kurt's thick cock sitting at her throat, blocking her airways. Her body began to reject it, to eject the foreign object that was keeping her from breathing, her gag reflex causing her to retch around his cock, slathering it with gobs of saliva and spittle. Kurt held her there. Her whole body recoiled as she wretched. Still Kurt waited. Heather's eyes began to water. She looked up at Kurt, silently pleading. Still Kurt waited. And just when it felt like she might die like this, with a thick cock in her throat, Kurt yanked her head back, his slobber smeared cock bouncing out of her gasping mouth.

"Sorry, were you trying to say something, princess?" Kurt idly stroked his cock as he looked down at her as she sucked in air, chest heaving.

"N-no, Daddy, just trying to make you happy," Heather said between breaths.

"Daddy's very happy when your pretty little lips are wrapped around his thick cock." He punctuated his sentence by shoving his cock back into Heather's mouth.

This time, he didn't go straight for her throat. He thrust in half of his cock and began pumping in and out of her mouth with his hips, feeling her tongue run back and forth along the undercarriage of his shaft. Her lips were stretched wide around his thickness, and her cheeks plumped out every time he sank his cock into her mouth. Heather was focusing on breathing through her nose, aware that at any minute, Kurt could shove his cock back into her throat.

At that thought, almost as if reading her mind, Kurt did exactly that. He jammed his cock into her mouth, his cockhead blocking her throat with its mushroomed tip. Heather licked and lapped at his cock, even as it cut off her air supply. Kurt simply held himself there, stroking her hair gently and enjoying the feeling of her tongue on his cock, her mouth flexing around his flesh as the struggle to breathe began. Then the gagging came, her throat squeezing his cock head as it tried to **** it out. The retching sent shock waves through his whole shaft. His balls shook with the tremors of her body as she tried to hurl his cock from her throat. But Kurt waited, and waited, until again, just when Heather thought she might pass out, Kurt pulled his dick from her throat. Heather inhaled deeply, watching her saliva dripping from his cock.

Still trying to catch her breath, Heather found herself being risen to her feet and guided over to the bed.

"Take off your clothes, princess," Kurt said in a stern, but, loving father voice. Heather laughed softly at Kurt trying to be authoritative, but obeyed all the same.

She started with her top. It was wet from her own drool anyway. Kurt watched as her sporty bra came into view, large, soft globes held beneath it. She pulled it up over her head as well, her naked, heavy breasts dropping out into the open. Tossing the bra aside, Heather brought her hands back to her tits, cupping and jiggling them as she glanced over at Kurt. He was eyeing up her tits, watching her movements while his own hand casually stroked his dick.

"Do you like my tits, daddy?" Heather jostled them in her hands once again as she asked the question.

"Yes, princess, they're so full and delicious. You've certainly matured into a hot, young woman. Just like your mother," Kurt said, thinking of his aunt.

"Aw." Heather pouted as she brought her hands down to her jeans. While unbuttoning them, she turned her back to Kurt, bending slightly and sticking her butt out towards him. "I don't want daddy thinking of mummy right now. I want daddy's entire focus to be on me, his dearest daughter."

Heather was surprising even herself with just how into the roleplay she was getting. In for a dime, in for a dollar, she told herself as she pushed her jeans down. The material resisted against her jutting buttocks. Kurt enjoyed seeing the tops of her ass cheeks peaking out above the waist band, but he enjoyed it just as much when the jeans finally slipped past. Her ass cheeks jiggled as the denim pushed over her curves. Between her legs, her blue panties were exposed and Kurt couldn't help but notice a dark wet patch right between her thighs.

"You're right. You have my full attention, but..." Kurt leaned forward and poked at the damp spot on her underwear. "Are you wet, young lady?"

"Y-yes, daddy," Heather bit her bottom lip. "I couldn't help it. Your big cock has me sooo wet."

"This is unacceptable." Kurt straightened up and then brought his hand down, his palm glancing off her right cheek with a loud smack. Heather yelped, partly in pain, partly in shock at actually being spanked.

"Young women should not get wet," His hand struck her buttocks again, a second smack filling the air.

"Women who get wet wind up being harlots." He slapped her ass a third time.

"Sex possessed sluts who go out and sleep with strangers." The spanking continued for a fourth.

"You should only get wet once you're married." A fifth.

"And even then only with your husband's permission." A sixth.

"Until then you need my permission to get wet." A seventh.

"Young lady..." Eight. "...are you..." Nine "...getting even..." Ten. "Wetter?"

"Ah...ah...y-yes...ah...daddy..." Heather was panting, feeling her pussy dripping into her panties now. Her ass cheek stung, but her cunt was quivering. It had hurt at first, then she felt the reverberations through her entire body, the quiet rumbling of sexual tension inside spiking every time his hand made contact with her ass. She couldn't see it, but no doubt her cheek was glowing red. It certainly felt like it.

"Hm, looks like we're going to need to find another punishment for you." Kurt yanked her panties down her thighs, joining her jeans. "Luckily, I've never been one to spare the rod."

Kurt stepped forward, his hand on his shaft, tapping his cock against Heather's pussy lips. She was dripping all over his cock and he had barely even touched her. He teased her further, rubbing the tip at her entrance, smearing her juices all over his cockhead.

"Hm, yes, daddy, please, punish me with your rod," Heather said, bucking her hips back against his cock at her lips.

"You know I can't deny my daughter anything," he reached down into the pocket of his discarded jeans. "But, first..."

Kurt pulled the box of condoms out of the pocket and proceded to open one of the packets and clothe his cock with the rubber, just as Dr. Bishop had shown him. Kurt smiled to himself, knowing that he'd never be able to put another condom on in his life without remembering his 'examination' with Zack's mum.

"Sorry, bout that, but we can't have you getting pregnant."Kurt returned his cock to her entrance. "Imagine the scandal."

"Oooh, please, daddy, I can't wait any longer," Heather pleaded, and it wasn't a lie. If wearing a rubber was what it took to get his cock inside her right now, that was a sacrifice she'd happily take.

Bent over the bed, feet on the floor, hands on the mattress, Heather pushed back against the cock again. It flicked up and slid between her ass cheeks, prompting a growl from Heather. Laughing to himself, Kurt decided to put her out of her misery. He took his cock in hand, holding it by the shaft and aimed. This time, when Heather pushed back, the cock held and slipped right inside her slopping wet, overflowing pussy.

Heather hung her head and exhaled, long and ragged, as she felt the thick, hard cock stretching her wider. It slid up inside, the hard edges of his cock rubbing against the ridges of her pussy walls, eliciting moans from Heather's mouth. Kurt pressed on, pushing in until he was all the way, his balls tight against her lower lips.

"Fuck, that's good," Heather moaned.

"Language, young lady" A swift hand struck her ass as he admonished her. Heather gasped, finding pleasure in being spanked with a cock deep in her cunt.

"S-sorry, daddy," Heather groaned, her pussy trembling around his cock as she said the word 'daddy'.

"That's alright," Kurt said, using his hips to draw his cock out of her. "I'll simply add a few more strokes of the rod to your punishment."

"In that case, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Heather chanted as she pushed her ass back against Kurt, forcing his cock back inside.

Kurt laughed, rooting himself to the spot as Heather's ass slid back and forth along his cock, literally fucking herself with his cock like he was just a sex toy glued to the wall.

"Young lady, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were enjoying this."

Loud, sloshing sounds filled the room as Heather's wet pussy engulfed Kurt's cock over and over. He placed his hands on her hips, not to control her, but simply to feel her warm, soft skin as she thrust herself back on his cock. Heather looked over her shoulder, lust filled eyes gazing at him through her long, dark hair.

"Oh, no, daddy, I'm not enjoying this at all," Heather's gasps betrated the lie beneath the roleplay. "Your rod is the perfect punishment for my wet, little cunt."

SMACK

"What did I say about language?" Kurt said, as the slap caused Heather to sink back on his cock as her whole body quaked.

"Ooh, oh well," she said, her voice trembling along with her body. "Better add another stroke to my punishment."

As Heather was cumming on Kurt's cock, gently bouncing her ass, there came a knock at the door. Heather couldn't think who it could be. With the haze of lust in her head she could barely think at all. All she knew was that she wanted them to go away, so she could keep fucking Kurt's cock.

Kurt had other plans though, and before Heather could recover from her orgasm, he called out, "come in."