Perverts 'R' Us

Bedtime with Daddy - Chapter 2

By Jude ( M/f , D/s, inc, pedo, hum, force )

Keeping his two fat fingers deep inside her he leaned down until his face was barely inches from hers.

"I said, why exactly are you wet, young lady?"

She didn't think she was wet, she hadn't felt wet earlier when she checked, but if Daddy said she was then perhaps she was - she must be.

"Well?"

A barely audible whisper replied "I don't know why, Daddy."

At her words he began to finger fuck into his little slut daughter's cunt, three, four, five times until her hips were jerking right off the bed with the force. He loved looking down at her as she bit her lip, tightening her hands into fists in her bed sheets so she made no noise, so she would obey him in keeping quiet.

Pulling his fingers out from her immature little pussy he regarded them in the half light, turning the digits in front of her face as if he were showing her something interesting. He raised an eyebrow at her as she studied them her whole body trembling inside.

"Now the question is, baby-cunt, why are you wet? Have you been touching your pussy without permission? Have you been letting those nasty boys at school fuck you? Has someone else been playing with my precious baby? With MY property?"

His voice was slow and even, seeming to pondering his thoughts out loud as his fingers continued to move in front of her eyes, hypnotizing her as she struggled to search for the evidence that would now undoubtedly lead to her punishment.

"Well Daddy doesn't want to touch something so nasty and dirty, so we had better get you cleaned up, hadn't we?"

He stood and without warning wrapped his fingers around her tiny wrist, lifting her from the bed and began dragging her to the bathroom adjoining her room. Her feet barely touched the floor and he carried her at arms length, like a soiled piece of meat towards the door.

"Filthy, dirty little girls need to be all nice and clean for their Daddies. Can't have you all soiled can we, baby-cunt? Daddy likes his little girl all washed and fresh"

He said it like he was helping her, doing her some kind of favor by dragging his six year old child into the bathroom and flinging her into the tub.

She knew what would happen now, how he wanted her to stand, how to let him make her all clean again. She knew what was to happen and somehow it made it slightly easier.

She passed him the pretty yellow sponge that rested on the side of the bath and opened her mouth for him. It didn't matter how often she rinsed it after she had bathed, it still always tasted soapy in her mouth, making her wretch as he forced it inside. It was large enough to fill every inch of the cavity, molding around her teeth, forcing her tongue down and covering the back of her throat. It was also soft enough however, that she could bite down if she needed to and muffle any screams that tried to escape.

When he had forced the last tiny bit between her lips he smiled and kissed her very softly on the cheek. She tried not to look down as she felt his cock twitch against her thigh. Daddy always got hard as he purified her, as he made her clean for him, clean so that he could make her all dirty again. She never really understood why he had to do this, but she had long since learned not to question him. Just smile for Daddy - always smile for Daddy.

"Good girl, now let Daddy get you all cleaned up"

She turned and keeping her legs straight she parted them as her hands rested on the opposite wall. Her little bottom pointed towards him as her heels touched the bath side. He ran his hands down her spine, stroking her skin and then pushed down on her shoulders. He liked her bent right over so he could have full access to his property.

"Nasty, nasty girl!" he murmured as he reached for the shower attachment and began to run the water. The hot liquid splashed on her feet and she tried not to jump as it swilled around her toes before going down the plug hole. The steam began to rise as he adjusted the temperature until it met his liking. Not so hot that he would scald her and break the skin, that might take some explaining, but more than hot enough that her filthy cunt would be cleaned out for his pleasure.

"It will soon be over darling, Daddy will soon make you all nice and clean"

She heard him reach over to the sink, fumbling around and swirling the soap bar in his hand. It wasn't the pretty rose scented one mummy used, but it was the harsh, nasty-smelling one they used on the dog when he had been out in the rain. It smelled so bad and her tummy began to turn over as she heard him soaping up his hand, his huge, strong hand that used to be so gentle with her. That hand that held her as a baby, that helped her learn to write her name, and now the hand that punished her so frequently when she didn't even know what she had done.

Lost in thought for a moment she jumped as he held the shower head between her legs, pressing the hot water directly into her tiny little cunt. The nozzle scalded her flesh as the water stabbed like a thousand needles into her baby-girl skin. Biting down on the sponge she heard a gargled scream choke in her throat. I mustn't scream, I mustn't scream she kept repeating in her head. Daddy will only get angry - I mustn't scream.

The soaping began as she knew it would, fingers invading her, washing away all the nastiness from inside her, the stinking soap suds running down her slender thighs and gathering at her feet, making her all nice and clean. Clean, just the way Daddy liked her.

She tried so hard not to squirm, to keep her knees locked as his fingers thrust into her, but it was so hard. Her feet slipped on the wet bathtub and she couldn't quite keep her little buttocks high enough for him.

"Fucking well hold still, you little whore!" he growled as he tried in vain to finish his task. The water splashed back on him and his last forceful penetration took her right off her feet and she crashed down onto the floor of the bathtub as he withdrew his fingers.

Trying to scramble to her feet she grabbed at the shower attachment as it flicked around spraying water everywhere. Slipping and sliding she knew how angry he was getting and it only seemed to make her more clumsy.

Suddenly his hands were wound in her hair and he jerked her to his feet. Stepping into the tub with her he sat down on the edge of the bath and dragged her over his lap. Snatching the shower from her hand he spread his legs and pushed her upper body down between his two thighs until she trapped.

Closing his legs like a spring her shoulders and head were held firm. Her toes could barely reach the floor but it didn't matter anymore as her hips were held fast, the blood rushing immediately to her head.

Pulling her little trembling legs apart, he thrust the shower head up, up inside his filthy whore of a daughter who seemed to go out of her way to disappoint him. Why the hell did she make him get so angry? All she had to do was stand still and the stupid whore couldn't even manage that.

"Daddy's bad, bad girl, making me so fucking angry. Making Daddy get all mad when all I wanted to do was make you nice and clean! I'm absolutely soaked, you stupid cunt!"

He ranted on as he pursued his task, driving the shower head up inside her, he had to clean her, he had to make her pure again. For her, the heat and pressure was now almost unbearable. Her world swam before her eyes as she saw the scalding water run down her thighs as he fought to jam its source inside her. It wouldn't fit, they both knew it. It was too bulbous and big but one day it would and he always needed to make sure that this wasn't the night. Her pussy lips stretched and the water built up like a dam inside her.

Over and over, he thrust the shower head into her cunt only to be outdone by her immature body. It couldn't take it, not yet, but eventually she would and he dreamed of that day regularly. Then she would be truly cleansed for him.

Eventually, as the steam filled the room making it even harder for her to breathe he opened his thighs and pushed her away from him until she fell on the tub floor again. Slamming her shoulder into the hard and unforgiving enamel she winced, knowing that would be another bruise to cover tomorrow.

She reached and turned off the water as he looked down on her. There was something in his face that seemed genuinely sad, looking at her as if she was the biggest disappointment in his life.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, he shook his head sadly

"Why, Sarah? Why do you make Daddy do this? Why couldn't you have just stayed clean like you know you should? Why are you such a slut?"

The sadness in his voice hurt her more than any water, it stung more than any caustic soap. Why did she make her Daddy so upset, why was she such a disappointment to him? She didn't know, but she knew she had to try harder to make him feel better.

Kneeling up between his thighs she moved her head, left, then right until eventually, reluctantly he made eye contact with her. Pulling the sponge free from her mouth he cast it on the floor and wiped a wet, wispy strand of hair from her face.

"Please try harder Sarah, please try and be Daddy's good girl again. Don't make it so hard for Daddy to love you, sweetie" Tenderly her ran his fingertips against her cheek as he looked down on his little daughter, tired now by the effort it had taken to make her clean again and he sighed sadly.

The tears sprang to her eyes at his words and her heart seemed to surge in her chest. She wanted Daddy to love her so much.

She clung to his knees and squeezed hard, her wet cheek resting on his thighs as she tried to reassure him. "Daddy I will. I will try so hard. You will be so proud of me, Daddy. Promise Daddy, cross my heart!"

As she said the words that she meant with all her heart she turned and looked up into his face, the sadness was still there and she had to do something about it. She knew what would help, she knew how to make Daddy happy again.

Keeping her eyes on his, her small hands reached around the shaft of his already hard cock and she began to stroke it. Daddy had taught her long ago how to lace her fingers together, how to rub her thumb over his slit, how to please him, and she did so want to please him.

She stared into his eyes, hoping for some small sign he had forgiven her. He tilted his head to one side as he looked down on her and watched, she would have to work a damn sight harder than that if she wanted any sign of forgiveness from him. He spread his thighs for her and leant back just a little so that she was in a better position to give him some kind of apology. He deserved it after all the little slut had put him through tonight.

Eager to continue she lowered her face down to the head of her Daddy's cock and slipped it between her lips. She didn't like it, Daddy always smelt just a little sweaty, sometimes she could even tasted pee on his cock but she knew he liked it when she used her mouth. She used to cry a lot before she sucked Daddy, but that was when she was a baby, now she was a big girl she understood that all good girls made their Daddy happy and she should be proud that she could do it for him.

He watched as her head began to bob up and down on his shaft, and he smiled to himself. She always worked that little bit harder when she knew he was pissed at her. He toyed with the two wet braids that hung down either side of her little face and pulled them just a little so that she took the hint.

Feeling Daddy's hands in her hair she knelt up and took a deep breath. It's just like swimming underwater she thought - its ok, I can do it. Plunging herself down she felt his cock head grind against the back of her throat, feeling it contract initially and her stomach wretch - don't panic she thought - don't panic.

Gripping his thighs she pushed on until eventually her throat cleaved and he entered her tight channel. Gagging over and over she saw her tears splash down onto his skin as she held herself there for as long as she could. Holding until she felt her lungs were about to explode, she pulled back, gasped a welcome breath and then began fucking his cock in and out again.

She was getting so much better at that, he thought, his hands tightening a little in her plaits so she couldn't completely withdraw her mouth from his cock. Rocking his hips up his shaft began to swell. Already hard from earlier he just needed release. A functional orgasm so he could last a little longer later, and here was a very convenient little cum dump.

Standing he spread his legs wide and she obligingly began to stroke his balls as she had been taught. She knew know that Daddy liked her to tug on them as he face fucked her. He liked her to know she was about to get smothered in his seed. Hands tight to her scalp now her pulled back and allowed her one last breath.

Looking down that fear in her eyes almost made him shoot off there and then. He knew she hated it but so what? She needed to make amends and she knew it, little bitch. Yeah, she should look afraid of him, she was lucky he wasn't belting the fucking daylights out of her after her behavior tonight.

He began to pant as her hands worked his balls and shaft, her head tilted back ready for him, clenching his fists he held her. He was so close - so close.

"Please Daddy, fuck my throat. Please cum in my throat Daddy, cum for me Daddy, please."

"You dirty fucking little whore!...aaarrrggghhhhh"

Immediately the words were out of her mouth he dragged her forward onto him and held her there. Grinding his pelvis into her face he felt the contractions of her throat begin to milk the cum right out of him. He felt her tears mingle in his course pubic hair and he loved it. She was going to get a throat full now and she had better fucking swallow every drop if she knew what was good for her.

His hips kept slamming against her face as she felt the first shot of cum hit the back of her throat. Fucking her hard her cheeks slammed into his groin and her nose became blocked by the roughness of his hair. Her ribs ached from gagging as the fresh cum poured into her throat. She couldn't breathe, the panic was rising, her hands grabbed at his thighs and pushed uselessly as she felt like he was choking her to death. The room span as she began to feel faint, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she prayed for him to finish, hoping every spurt of choking cum would be the last.

With one last roar he released her and almost immediately she fell back into the base of the tub. Swallowing, covering her mouth with her hands so she wouldn't dribble any cum she struggled to gasp for air. Trying to keep her mouth closed she held her chest as her lungs began to recover, her coughing slowly easing.

Looking up at him as quickly as she could, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.

Inspecting her for any un-swallowed spunk, he gave her a smile - not bad, the little cunt was learning. Stepping out of the tub he held out his hand to his tiny, exhausted daughter and smiled as she placed her small hand in his.

"Time for bed, sweetie" he said as she crawled to her feet and stepped out after him. She padded barefoot by his side back towards her pretty pink bed. She hoped that was it. She hoped that Daddy would go back to his own room now.

Climbing onto her cool sheets she lay back and felt her hair fall wetly onto the pillow. She watched him looking down at her and her tummy lurched - "Now, how about Daddy says good night properly to his princess?"