Daddy uses you

The world is hazy, like a dream. You can feel his hand in your hair, gently encouraging you as his member slides in and out of your mouth. Something is nagging you, something isn't right, but it just seems so much easier to just go along with whatever's happening. Besides, somehow, obeying feels good. You hear him telling you what a good little girl you are. That makes your heart flutter a bit. A hint of emotion, that pierces the dullness of the world. You look up at him, as you continue to bob up and down on his cock. Your da...no, your Daddy. He smiles down at you. You feel safe with him. He wouldn't hurt you. He's a good man. A good, handsome man.

He pulls you off him, and as your mouth leaves his member you get a small taste of salty precum. You wonder for a moment how such a large thing could have fit inside your mouth. The hand in your hair guides you up, to his face, and he kisses you. His other hand traces its way down your body, and slides down between your legs. The empty feeling is weird, but his fingers tracing your slit feels good. "Daddy," you moan, as one finger slips inside you. "Do you like that?" he asks. "Yes, Daddy." "Would you like something even better?" "Yes, Daddy."

He removes his hand from your crotch. "Noooo. Don't stop." "Be patient," he says. He gets up from the bed. "I want to tie you up. Have you ever tried bondage?" You shake your head. "Now, I'm not going to hurt you. If you want me to stop, to release you, just say 'red'. Like a stoplight." He leans over you, carressing your breast, and kisses you again, as he grabs one wrist. You can feel him wrapping rope around it, while he continuously stares into your eyes. "God, you're beautiful," he says. "My little dream girl."

He attaches your arms to the bedposts. First one, then the other. Then he tells you to spread your legs. You comply, and soon, your legs, too, are tied down. You tug at your restraints. They're snug, tight, but not uncomfortable. He stands at the end of the bed, between your legs, and you feel completely at his mercy. And still, you feel... calm. Expectant. He promised you something good, something even better than his fingers. As he climbs atop of you, a hungry look on his face, you finally understand what.

His member is at your opening, probing. You feel a wet slickness as it slides up, and a jolt of pleasure as it grinds against your clitoris. Back down. And then, he's pushing inside you. He feels large. He feels like he's filling you up. That empty feeling is replaced by a delectable fullness. He moves himself in and out, in a steady rythm, once again gazing you in your eyes. You moan in pleasure, a pleasure unlike anything you've ever felt before. A pleasure that bores through the haze, that saturates the greyness. A moment of cognizance is coming over you. You are being fucked. By your own father. Tied down in your parents bed, writhing against your restraints in ecstacy, with no means of escape. And it's the most thrilling feeling you've ever experienced.

A tension is building in your crotch, as he increases his speed and vigour. "Yes, Daddy, fuck me hard," you pant, as the knot expands, explodes, electric spikes running up and down your spine. Squirming, thrashing against the ropes, you climax.

"You're an eager little slut," you hear him saying through the daze of the orgasm. "I love seeing little girls like you come. I love filling you up, putting my seed inside you. Imagine that cute little belly of yours swelling with child. I'm so close. I'm gonna fill this little pussy of yours with my cum!"

Wait, what? He can't come inside you! "No, Daddy, I'm not..." But it's too late. You feel his member spasming inside you, warm, sticky cum flowing into you. And... somehow, it just feels too satisfying. Knowing that you're that attractive to your Daddy, knowing that you've pleased him so well, feeling his love juice inside you.

Gwen came back to the door to see her dad tying John...Sara to the bed. Standing between her legs, he blocked most of her view of Sara, but it seemed clear she wasn't struggling. That she was willingly letting him tie her up. Wow! She didn't know her parents were the kinky sort.

As her dad mounted Sara, Gwen's hand was back down between her legs. For some reason, she found the sight in front of her extremely arousing. Was he wearing a condom, she wondered? If not, was she about to get a new, permanent sister? She'd promised John that she would help her, but... by the looks of it, Sara was now longer just going along with what was happening, but a willing, even eager participant. Gwen heard her moan, saw her writhing, heard her ask her father to fuck her harder. As she saw her brother-sister start trashing in orgasm, it was all enough to push Gwen over the edge as well, spurting a small amount of sticky fluid into her panties.

Soon, Daddy gets up, unties you, and lies down beside you. He pushes you over on your side, snuggles against you. You can feel his hard chest against your back, his softening cock resting between your butt cheeks.

"That was amazing, Sara." he says. "You really are a beautiful, lovely girl." He produces something from behind him. "I want you to stay my little girl." You can see him holding a chocker up before your eyes. No. A collar. "I want to be your Daddy. I want you to wear this, to signify that you're mine. Would you do that for me?"

"But...Daddy, what about mom?" you ask. Startled by his request, it's the first objection that comes to your mind.

"You mean my wife? She'll be delighted. Our relationship isn't entirely like a regular relationship. We're...polyamourous. Do you know what that means?" You nod, swallowing. Your first objection, the only objection you can come up with right now, shot down. Your dad, asking you to become his... girlfriend? And your mind is blank. You don't know if it's the anxiety pills you took earlier, or how you've just had the most mind-blowing experience, but you can't seem to muster much resistance.

And would it be so bad? You try to imagine how life would be. Daddy would probably make sure you had everything you needed. You'd be stuck as a girl. But... being a girl felt amazing. At least, sex as a girl felt amazing. And, anyway, maybe you are stuck already anyway. You can feel your thighs are wet and sticky with his semen. You could already be pregnant. Stuck, carrying your Daddys baby inside you.

You look back at the collar in front of you. He holds it open, inviting you to say yes...