‘In the eyes of the club, our family relationship doesn’t make any difference,’ said my father. ‘You’ve got a sweet, fuckable body, and I’ve got a load of cum with your name on it.’ I flushed to hear such crudity from him. It felt so taboo for him to even be thinking about this, and that was turning me on even more. ‘I’m going to enjoy sticking my dick into you, darling.’
‘I’ll stay,’ I whispered quickly before I could back out.
Ella thought it was exciting enough to be initiated into a BDSM free-use club. But when she discovers that it’s her father who will be fucking her tonight, the concept of being fucked by ‘Daddy’ takes on a whole new meaning… Chapter 1 of ‘Ella’s Initiation’ is here.
‘Ella’s Initiation’ contains consensual incest, M/f sex and degradation. All participants are over 18.
Ella’s Initiation: Chapter 3
[Femsub maledom free-use erotica with incest and degradation]
‘I’ll stay,’ I whispered quickly before I could back out. I wondered what in hell I was doing. I licked my lips, trying to make my breathing even.
‘You know in this car, you’re just like any other fuckhole,’ my father said. ‘I’m going to touch every part of you, girl. Fill your sweet holes up with my cum. I’m not going to treat you differently to any other new girl. Hell,’ he swore. ‘I’m going to be harder on you than any other inductee. You’ll scream when I do you, my girl.’
I swallowed hard, unable to believe the crudeness of his words. Then I nodded, meeting his eyes. I wasn’t missing out on this.
‘I know,’ I said, my voice low but firm. ‘I did the training. This is what I wanted. What I want.’ I shrugged, pretending nonchalance. ‘So it’s you. I can do that. I can take anyone. That’s the whole point, isn’t it?’
‘Good girl,’ said my father. ‘Maybe I won’t fail you after all. Put your handbag down at your feet then. And get your tits out.’
I slid my handbag down off my lap onto the floor, bringing my trembling fingers up to the buttons of my shirt dress. I licked my lips, feeling awkward. Oh gods, what if I had misunderstood? What if I had gotten it all wrong? I was about to strip for my father dammit.
‘Do it, slut,’ he said, his voice rough. ‘Obey me.’
My fingers trembling, I slowly undid my buttons down to my waist, flushing as the front of my dress gaped open. Robert leaned forward and pulled the dress off first to one side and then the other, exposing my bra-clad breasts.
‘Bra too,’ he said, flicking a single finger across my cheek. ‘You’ve got lovely big tits, girl. Your father and I want them out on display while we drive you to where we’re going to fuck you.’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I said instinctively, reaching a hand up to slide first one, then the other, bra strap off my shoulder. I had fantasised so many times about how tonight would go, and this was both exactly like and nothing like I had dreamed.
It didn’t take long until my breasts were fully bare and I looked across to meet my father’s eyes defiantly. Fuck, what was I even doing? How messed up was I? This was so wrong.
He wasn’t looking at my face though. I flushed to see he was looking straight at my now naked breasts.
‘Good girl,’ he said, his voice rough as his fingers drifted down the side of my jaw, down my throat and across the soft skin of my breasts. ‘That’s where you belong. On display for your masters. Now, what do you call me, girl?’
Oh gods. I flushed as I remembered the word on the card. I couldn’t. I couldn’t.
‘I c-can’t,’ I said, my voice breaking.
‘You will,’ said my father significantly. ‘Or you will get out of this car right now. Say it, girl. Obey me. I’m your master.’
I swallowed, licking my lips. I lowered my eyes, trying to pretend to myself that this wasn’t happening, that I wasn’t really doing this, but all that did was remind me of my father’s hand, his fingers gently stroking the soft flesh of my breasts.
‘Yes, Daddy,’ I said, flushing hotly.
My pussy clenched in response at the word, my groin suddenly desperate for sex. For some reason, that word felt even more wanton and it turned me on even more when I was talking about my own father.
‘Good girl,’ my father said, giving one of my boobs a gentle pat. ‘You’re a good girl. Robert here prefers ‘Sir’, so you’ll call him that. And we’ll call you ‘slut’ or ‘girl’ or ‘bitch’, just like you deserve. I’ve called you ‘Ella’ for the last time this evening. Now, put your seatbelt on, and we’ll get moving.’
‘Yes, Daddy,’ I whispered, my pussy clenching again at the words. ‘Yes, Sir.’
The drive was only short, just out of the pub parking lot and along suburban streets two suburbs across, until my father pulled into a motel driveway.
‘It’s good here,’ he said over his shoulder to Robert in the back seat. ‘I got the room down the far end and it’s a quiet night. We can be as noisy as we need. I like it because it’s not too upmarket and it helps put the girls in their proper place. But the beds are actually comfortable and the carpet isn’t too foul.’
‘I like parking lots, myself,’ said Robert in a gravelly voice from behind me. ‘As you know. You push a woman down onto her knees on the gravel and she decides pretty quickly how much she wants to be a part of the club or not.’
‘Ah, it’s a quiet night,’ said my father. ‘We’ll drag the slut out here later, fuck her on the gravel next to the car before we take her back to Andrews for check-in.’
I flushed at his words, sitting quietly in my seat. The drive had not been long but it had been humiliating, sitting with my breasts in full view. My father had kept his eyes on the road, but he had reached out every so often with a relaxed hand to stroke across my breasts. Each time he did, I had flushed red hot, still unable to believe he was touching me like this.
My father and Robert had talked like they were doing now. They hadn’t talked to me, never including me in their conversation, but they had talked about me and about other women they had fucked. I was seeing another side of my father, and I was disturbed at how much it was turning me on. He was a raunchy bastard who enjoyed rough, domineering sex, and that was why he had joined — no, founded — this club.
The car slid to a halt in front of the motel room and my father switched off the engine with an air of finality. I swallowed, forcing my hands not to fidget in my lap.
‘You ready for this, girl?’ asked Robert from the back seat.
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