Hypnotized For Stepdaddy Ch. 02

I woke the next morning in a foggy haze as if the dreams and nightmares from the night before were real, and I was unsure if I was still dreaming or not. Even at 18 years old, I woke afraid some nights still that monsters were in my closet. It wasn't until I went to sit up from bed that I felt the soreness in vagina and the tongued the bruising on the roof of my mouth and reality set in.

They aren't dreams. They aren't nightmares. I really did fuck my Daddy last night, I thought in horror. The hypnotism I was under from the night before must have worn off, because my heart raced and the shame and panic was very real.

I didn't have much time to process because my Mother was pounding on my door telling me to 'hurry up or I would be late.' I didn't have time to shower, so I slid on a skirt and pulled on a fresh bra and top before going down stairs.

"I hope you learned your lesson, young lady," my Mother snarled from the coffee pot as soon as I entered the kitchen. Daddy was at the kitchen table, reading the paper. I shot him a worried look but he didn't look at me. "I better not hear any more back talk from you or a lecture from your father will be the least of your concerns."

"Okay," I muttered, feeling my chest half unclench. I grabbed the juice from the fridge as my mother stormed from one room to another, always in a hurry and always muttering curses under her breath at someone.

As I poured my orange juice into a cup, I heard Daddy stand and walked toward me. My heart hammered against my chest. What do I say? What do I do!? Then I felt him behind me.

Daddy's hands slipped around my waist to my front and immediately slid up to cup my breasts. I gasped, my knees feeling weak.

"I see my good little slut dressed up for daddy this morning," he groaned and I felt him roughly squeeze my tits. I could still hear mother stomping in the hallway from this room to that.

"Daddy, we shouldn't--" I whispered and pursed my lips as I felt his right hand slide down.

"Mmm... You must've known how much I love when your mom wears skirts. I love it even more on my little slut," he said, the bass in his voice tickling my ears. His warm, calloused fingers palmed my inner thigh and slid up my skirt. "You wore panties..." he gripped my underwear and yanked them to the side hard, stretching the fabric and making me yelp, "I'm disappointed you naughty girl..."

"Oh my..." I gasped, falling back into Daddy's chest as he plunged two fingers deep into my drenched pussy. I bit my lip to stifle the whimper escaping my lips as his entire musclular arm flexed as he ravaged my pussy. "Daddy..." I whined as his palm smacked my clit and his fingers fucked up into me as my legs gave out.

"That's it, my slut," he growled, "get nice and wet for Daddy."

My knees inverted as I felt an orgasm coming no matter what I did. "Ah ahhh ahhh--Daddy..."

"Did you say something?" My mother sighed as she left the hall and returned to the kitchen. Daddy had already stepped away from me and was refilling his cup of coffee.

"Me? No," he said. "Honey, were you saying something?" he asked me.

I was clutching the kitchen countertop to stay standing. My flush cheeks hidden close to the cabinetry, I whispered a weak, "No," between panted breaths, but my mind was focused on my throbbing clit and leaking pussy.

"What was that? Speak up," my mother insisted.

"No," I said louder and felt light headed.

My mother walked away once more, muttering about how no one could talk right in this house except her. She came back to grab her purse and travel mug of coffee before leaving to run errands for the day. And with a close of the door, I was alone with Daddy.

Without a word of warning, Daddy came from behind and snatched me by my hair. I cried out but Daddy dragged me backwards causing my juice to spill as he pulled me from the kitchen counters.

"Ahh ahh! Daddy! Daddy, wait!" I tried to say as he tossed me into the kitchen table and it groaned sliding on the hardwood floor. "Daddy I'm not the same anymore," I looked over my shoulder and tried to explain that I wasn't hypnotized anymore but I couldn't find the words and Daddy wasn't listening.

"No, you're not," Daddy said as he shoved my chest down on to the table and unzipped his jeans. "You're my whore now, remember? Daddy's little fucking whore."

His thick cock drooped from his jeans like he had a third leg growing and I gasped as I recalled how it felt last night buried inside me. "Daddy wait, let's talk ab--ughhhh my God, Daddy!"

With no preamble, Daddy speared his meaty cock into my tight pussy. He grabbed one of my flailing arms by the wrist and pinned it down on the small of my back like he was a cop and I was the naughty criminal. He groaned from over top of me as I felt his cock stretch me as he flexed harder. Pulling out, he rammed it back inside me, left it in for a second and then did it again. And again. And again.

"Ughhh, Daddy! Fuck!" I cried through gritted teeth. My fingers clawed at the tabletop from my free hand and angrily ripped the newspaper from my face and onto the floor. The pain of Daddy's size mixed with the pleasure of where his cock hit and made my toes curl and my eyes roll backward. "Jesus fucking Christ, Daddy--I'm cumming!" I gasped.

Daddy replied by snatching my hair in a ponytail in his free hand and yanking it back. My back arched as his cock pounded his daughters worthless cunt and my head bent back over myself, exposing my throat. I felt like a cheap fuck doll with my arm twisted behind my back, my hair pulled on, and Daddy's cock injecting inside my hole. Like I could break apart at a moment's notice from the rough treatment.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my fucking God!" I cried as the orgasm peaked and peaked and wouldn't relent. "Yes, Daddy! Fuck me, fuck me! Fuck your little whore!" the words spilled out of me like that were destined to be uttered.

Daddy fucked his whore hard enough to inch the kitchen table back against the wall, pinning a chair against the wall just as he pinned me against the table. Releasing my arm and ignoring my screams, Daddy smacked my ass repeatedly until it was pink and raw.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

"You like that whore!?" he yelled over my moans.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

"That's it, take Daddy's cock like a good fucking cum whore--fuck," he groaned breathlessly as he railed his hard cock into me like a worthless fucking slut. "Your fucking Mom's pussy never felt this tight. Jesus..."

Drool leaked from the corner of my lips as I panted like a dog while being fucked like a whore. Daddy's grunts grew louder and his humps slower but his thrusts became twice as hard. Each fuck inside his daughter felt like he was trying to break me in to.

"Ughhhh Daddy!" I whined as my pink ass cheeks jiggled and my tender thighs quivered.

In a sudden violent movement, Daddy withdrew his hard cock from my pussy and pulled me off of the table by my hair. I wailed from the pain of being dragged away by my ponytail of hair like it was the reigns of a pony but Daddy didn't ease up. I was yanked to my knees and Daddy pulled my hair back in such a way that left me gawking up at him like a baby bird waiting to be fed.

Daddy's thick iron rod forced its way past my lips, clogging my throat. His glistening, veiny cock resumed fucking my throat as if it was still my pussy and I gagged and choked. My eyes watered and saliva dripped from my lips until finally stabbed his cock deep into my mouth. Daddy's balls flexed, his shaft swelled, and I tasted my father's viscous, salty semen pour over my tongue and down my throat. Daddy came so much that I tried to be a good girl and swallow it all but still, it dripped down the corner of her lip as I coughed and gasped for air.

Finally, Daddy released me and withdrew his softening cock from my mouth. While I crawled on my hands and knees, gasping for air and cleaning the cum off my face, Daddy dressed and poured himself a fresh cup of coffee.

"You better hurry, sweetheart, or you're going to miss the bus," Daddy said as he was on his way out the door. I looked up at him from the floor. My makeup around my eyes and lips smeared, my skirt still twisted above my waist, and drops of cum drying on the neck of my shirt, I looked up at Daddy. "Be good and maybe I'll come home early from work and give you a snack after school."