My name is Priya. I’m 19 years old, born and raised in New Jersey. I have smooth light-brown skin, perky D-cup tits, a tiny waist, and a round, juicy ass that makes guys stare whenever I walk by. Ever since Mom died three years ago, it’s been just me and Daddy in our big two-story house in the suburbs. He’s 45, tall, muscular from years of construction work, with a thick beard and rough hands. He’s always been protective… but lately that protection has turned into something much darker and hungrier.
It was a rainy Thursday night. I was in my room wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt when Daddy came home late from work. I heard his heavy boots on the stairs, then his deep voice calling me.
“Priya, get your ass in here. Now.”
My heart started pounding. I walked into his bedroom. Daddy was sitting on the edge of the king-size bed, shirt off, muscles glistening with sweat. In his right hand he held a thick black rope — the kind he uses at work. His eyes were burning with raw lust.
“Take that fucking shirt off. Everything. I want you naked.”
I hesitated for half a second. Daddy stood up fast, grabbed a fistful of my long dark hair and yanked my head back hard.
“I said strip, you little slut.”
Tears stung my eyes as I pulled the t-shirt over my head and dropped it. I stood completely naked in front of my own father — tits heaving, pussy already starting to get wet from fear and shame.
Daddy circled me slowly, then suddenly pushed me down onto my knees on the hardwood floor. He took the rope and tied my wrists tightly behind my back. Then he made a loop and slipped it around my neck like a dog collar, pulling it just tight enough that I could feel the pressure on my throat. He kept the other end in his big hand like a leash.
“From now on, you’re Daddy’s little bitch. Understand?”
Before I could answer, he slapped me hard across the face. The sound echoed in the room. My cheek burned red.
“Answer me, whore.”
“Yes… Daddy,” I whispered, voice shaking.
He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his massive cock — thick, veiny, almost 8 inches long and rock hard. The head was already leaking precum.
“Now lick Daddy’s feet like the pathetic dog you are.”
He lifted one heavy boot and planted it right in front of my face. I leaned forward, the rope around my neck pulling tight as I extended my tongue. I started licking his sweaty feet — toes, soles, heels — covering them with my saliva. The taste was salty and masculine. Daddy groaned in approval and slapped my bare ass hard, leaving a red handprint.
“Deeper with that tongue, bitch. Suck my toes.”
I obeyed, sucking each toe into my mouth while he tugged on the leash, choking me lightly. My pussy was dripping now, juices running down my thighs.
After a few minutes he yanked the leash upward, forcing my face toward his throbbing cock.
“Open that pretty mouth. Time to worship the cock that made you.”
I parted my lips and he shoved his fat dick straight down my throat. I gagged instantly, eyes watering, but he didn’t care. Holding the leash tight with one hand and my hair with the other, Daddy face-fucked me brutally — balls slapping against my chin, drool and spit running down my chin onto my tits.
“Fuck yes… that’s my good little cocksucker. Choke on Daddy’s dick.”
He fucked my mouth for a long time, occasionally pulling out to slap my face with his wet cock before ramming it back in. My throat was raw, but I kept sucking like the obedient bitch he wanted.
Finally he pulled me up by the leash and threw me face-down onto the bed. He spread my legs wide, ass up, and positioned himself behind me.
“Look at that tight little pussy… all wet for your own father.”
Without warning he slammed his entire cock into me in one savage thrust.
“AAAAHHH! Daddy! It’s too big… you’re splitting me!” I screamed.
He didn’t stop. He started pounding me mercilessly, hips slapping against my ass, the leash pulled tight so my head was yanked back. Every thrust made the rope dig into my neck. He spanked my ass over and over — hard, stinging slaps that left my cheeks bright red.
“Say it, you dirty little whore. Tell Daddy what you are.”
“I’m… I’m your little bitch, Daddy! Fuck me harder… please!”
He flipped me onto my back, legs over his shoulders, and drove even deeper. The leash was still around my neck; he used it like reins while he railed me. My tits bounced wildly with every brutal stroke. He leaned down and bit my nipples hard, making me cry out.
“You’re gonna take Daddy’s cum deep in your cunt tonight. Gonna breed my own daughter like the family slut she is.”
His pace became frantic. I could feel my own orgasm building despite the pain and humiliation.
“Daddy… I’m cumming… oh fuck, Daddy!”
My pussy clenched around his thick cock as I came hard, squirting all over his shaft. That pushed him over the edge. With a deep growl he buried himself to the balls and exploded inside me — hot, thick ropes of cum flooding my womb.
He stayed inside me for a long minute, still holding the leash, breathing heavy. Then he leaned close to my ear, voice low and dangerous.
“Every single night from now on, you’re sleeping with this rope around your pretty neck. You’ll crawl to me on all fours, lick my feet, suck my cock, and beg me to fuck your holes however I want. You’re Daddy’s personal cum-dump bitch now. Got it?”
Still gasping, leash tight around my throat, I nodded weakly.
“Yes, Daddy… I’m your little bitch. Use me whenever you want.”
He smiled darkly, tugged the leash once more, and whispered,
“Good girl.”
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