The Preacher's Daughter

Not daring to face him she kept her eyes on the floor as he came to stand next to her. He placed a trash bucket next to the table and stepped back.

"Throw away that filthy thong and your so-called bra."

Raquel waited for a moment for her Father to move away, but as he doesn't she just complied, peeling her thong off and discarding her bra.

She tried to cover up at best she could, while keeping her eyes firmly on her feet. Her attention was drawn to a piece of paper that her Dad had placed on the table. She immediately knew that it was her virginity contract she had signed with him when she was sixteen.

"So was this punishment enough?" He asked, his voice calm and collected.

This made her even more scared, she knew that the angrier her Father was, the less emotion he showed.

She simply shook her head no, and turned around to bend over the table again. Her elbows had just made contact with hard wood when the sound of flesh slapping against flesh rang through the room.

The spanking was methodical, and stern. It was clear that it was meant as a punishment but as it went on Raquel's squeals of pain turned dangerously close to moans of pleasure.

Looping his tie around her left wrist, Raquel was a bit surprised as her Father pulled her arm back. Grabbing her right hand he guided it in the noose before pulling it tight.

"You do know I am doing this for your own good, right?" He asked, but, as his fingertips slowly caressed her bum, Raquel could do nothing but just nod.

"Your Mom, God rest her soul, was just like you. Needed a strong hand once in a while." Raquel gasped as the finger of her Father trailed her sphincter, applying a little pressure to it that send a wave of excitement through her spine.

The young woman was shocked as she could feel the tip of the digit push through her resistance. She couldn't help but let out a voluptuous moan as the finger started to move back and forth into her.

"Hmm just like your mom. You like sodomy."

She was about to deny this, that she was raised to be a good, proper Christian girl, but then she realised her Father had not asked if she liked it, he had stated it.

It was only then that she realised that her Father's hand had not moved at all, but that the motion came from her. She could feel how her Fathers finger slipped away and, with a pull on his tie, he made her stand up and turn around.

Rising her chin up to face his steely-gray eyes, Raquel could see the anger in her Fathers eyes, she had failed him. Feeling a strong hand on her shoulder, Raquel dropped to her knees, again looking down, too ashamed to look her Father in the eye. She could feel how he caressed her hair like he used to when she was little.

"You remember that your purity belongs to me until your wedding night, right?" The redhead just nodded, remembering how she had signed a purity contract, pledging that her purity was for God and her Father would be its guardian until this privilege would be passed on to her husband.

Then his hand moved away, and she heard a belt buckle being opened closely followed by a zipper. Looking up she was faced with a limp cock. For a second she feels disappointed, and felt bad at herself for the though. Who, honestly, would wish their Father's cock erect at a time like this?

"Take it in your mouth." He spoke.

Her eyes snapping back up at her Dad, meeting his steely gaze, trying to see if he was bluffing, or angry, but she couldn't decipher his mood at all.

She had a choice to make, she could refuse to act and take the chance of angering her Father, or she could be an obedient little girl and just as her Father had instructed.

Taking a deep breath, she straightened, wishing her hands weren't bound behind her back as she let her forehead rest on the pudgy stomach of her Father as her lips closed around his flaccid member.

Working her tongue around the member of her Father she didn't know if she had to be impressed by his control, or disappointed by the lack of reaction as his cock refused to grow. Since her tongue didn't seem to be doing the trick, she moved to something that had always driven Peter mad with desire.

She looked her dad straight in the eyes. Her lips tightened around his shaft as her head started to move up and down, adding moans to her motion. She didn't know why, but she had noticed that Peter would get more into it if she moaned a little.

She couldn't suppress a little smile as she felt her Father's cock slowly engorge inside her mouth. The smile traveling to her eyes, rewarding her with a caress of her cheek. Soon she had to scoot back a little as her Father surprised her with a solid eight-inch cock that seemed to grow out of nowhere.

The second her Father was fully erect, Raquel started to work her mouth for all her worth, swallowing his shaft as deep as she could, licking his balls, teasing the tip of his cock with her tongue, all while broadly smiling as she couldn't hide her giddiness.

"On the table."

Raquel had to fight herself away from his cock, wanting nothing more than to please it, but reluctantly she stood up and moved to the table.

She was about to bend over it, when she felt her Fathers hand on her shoulder, turning her around. Sitting her on the edge, he gently but firmly pushed her down.

When her back touched the hard, wooden surface, he pushed her legs to the side so that her head hung over the edge. Then, aligning the head of his cock with her sultry lips, he started to push forward, and Raquel was all to happy to open up wide.

Enjoying the feeling of the hard cock sliding in and out of her gasping mouth, Raquel let out an animal moan as her Father's hand closed in on her breast. He touched her not in the clumsy, tender way that Peter used, but a self secure grasp that left her shivering. Raquel was so focused on her own body that she hadn't noticed that she was deep throating, and, for a second, she started to panic. It took a moment for her to realise that if she couldn't handle it, it wouldn't have happened in the first place.

Oh how she wished she had her hands free to play with her yearning pussy. Her Father's fingers twisted her nipples hard before trailing teasingly across her chest to her throat, softly closing around her airway as he pushed his dick all the way in her and started to massage his cock through her delicate skin.

While it choked her a little, Raquel was once again surprised at how arousing this was to her as her Father slowly increased the intensity of his hold, slowly choking her as his cock assaulted her throat.

Raquel couldn't help but whimper as her Father retracted his big tool from her mouth, but as he moved to the front of the table as he pulled her straight and she quieted down, filled with anticipation.

Placing each one of her feet on an opposite corner of the table, her Father looked from her face to her pussy. Knowing that she was offering him the view of a freshly shaven dripping wet pussy, she blushed again.

Biting her lower lip raw was all she could do to keep herself from screaming at her Father to take her, as the tip of his cock teased her, rubbing against puffy lips and caressing her swollen clit.

Her body trembled under his touch as the purple head of her Fathers cock trailed a path downwards. Lining up his throbbing member with her anus. He leaned in a little and hardened his expression, not wanting to betray the amusement he felt at feeling her sphincter flex, desperate to swallow his member, just like her mothers ass had done.

Grabbing both of her thighs he started to push himself inside her. She felt so tight that he knew she hadn't been using her poophole as a loophole, but, like her mother, her body seemed to have been made for sodomy.

A wild scream roared through her throat as her Father pushed his cock, inch-by-inch, inside of her, filling her in a way that she had never experienced.

Raquel had always expected it would hurt the first time, but, as her Father gradually filled her bottom, her only complaint was that he was going too slow. She wanted to scream at him to fuck her harder, but she didn't dare to voice her desire, that it might mean the end of her punishment.

He stopped for a second as his balls hit the ass cheeks, enjoying the feeling of being deep within a woman again, then taking her ankles he lifted her feet up and pushed her legs together in front of him. Raquel felt as if she was going to split in two because of this, but her wriggling around had nothing to do with that, she simply couldn't hold still as the pleasure was intoxicating.

Without caution or gentleness the pastor started to pump in and out of his teenage daughter's virgin ass, and with every thrust he pushed both her legs a little to his right, twisting her hip slowly sideways as his gaze was locked on the wanton eyes of his baby girl. He kept his cock buried to the hilt as he slowly rotating her, feeling her young ass squeeze around his cock, as his daughter moaned, his veiny appendage sending surges of pleasure through her young body.

The second her knee touched the table, he started to pump into her, slow at first, but as her voluptuous tits started to jiggle, he picked-up the pace until her alabaster orbs were thrashing around.

Raquel's eyes rolled back as she moaned loudly, she couldn't believe how good it felt to have her Father sodomise her like this. She knew it was wrong, but somehow she didn't care, so long as it kept on going.

"Fuck me harder Daddy!" She moaned, and the Preacher again was reminded of his late wife. Smiling at her, he pushed her legs off the table, once again bending her over it.

Pulling at his tie, bringing her hands backwards, she automatically grabbed her own cheeks and spread them apart for him. Grabbing her hip with his left hand, his right went to her long scarlet hair, yanking her head right back up as he started to drill her into the table, putting the soft treatment behind them. He started to push in hard, his balls slapping the soft skin of pussy with every thrust.

The young redhead didn't understand what was happening to her, she could feel a ball of pure energy gathering in the bottom of her tummy as black spots appeared at the very edge of her vision. Loud, almost animalistic moans could be heard throughout the lounge and it took her a moment to realise that the sounds were coming from her.

Feeling pressure against her ankle, and having her hair pulled to the side, she twisted around again, twisting around her Father's cock like an animal on a spit-roast.

Swinging her legs up over her Father's shoulders, she pushed herself up on her elbows, presenting her breasts to her Father. He continued to hammer away at her tight little asshole, not reaching for the jiggling treats. Instead, his large hands closed around her neck. His thumbs slowly caressing her throat as his fingers gave just enough pressure to make her feel his control over her.

The preacher couldn't deny he enjoyed this, seeing his daughter impaled on his cock, moaning and screaming in pleasure as they gazed into each others eyes in wanton pleasure.

Recognising the telltale signs of an impending orgasm, he let his hands drop from her throat, placing one on her pelvis, flicking her clit with his thumb and sending wave after wave of ecstasy through her young body until her young eyes rolled back into their sockets and she passed out.

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Consciousness was slow to return to Raquel.

For a second she didn't understand what she was doing asleep on the sofa, but as the haze in her mind cleared, the burning sensation between her delicate buttocks reminded her that it hadn't been just a dream.

"Ah, good to see you have finally graced us again with consciousness." She heard her Father say from the dining room table. "From now on, and until the day you get married, you are not to fool around with that boy. If your urges become too pressing, you will come to me and we will take care of it. Is that understood?"