Caught In Daddy's Bed (V)

The week leading up to the family dinner had me on edge in the most addictive way. Daddy’s rules had completely taken over my life. I woke up every morning with a plug in my a*s and his c*m from the night before still leaking out of me. No panties under my clothes. Constant edging sessions where I filmed myself for him, stopping right before I came, begging in the videos like a pathetic w***e. The shame never went away — it just mixed with this constant, throbbing need that made me wet the second I heard his car in the driveway. Mom had invited her sister and brother-in-law over for a big Sunday dinner. The house smelled like roast chicken and herbs. I helped in the kitchen wearing a modest sundress that reached my knees, but underneath I was completely bare except for the thin leather collar Daddy had buckled around my neck before they arrived. It was hidden under a light scarf, but the constant pressure reminded me who I belonged to. Mark — Daddy — kept catching my eye across the room, his expression calm and paternal for everyone else, but I could see the dark hunger in his gaze. When Mom and Aunt Lisa stepped out to the backyard to check the flowers, he cornered me in the pantry. “Lift the dress, s**t,” he whispered, voice low and commanding. I glanced nervously toward the door. “Daddy, they’re right outside…” His hand shot out and gripped my throat lightly. “Now.” I obeyed instantly, pulling the hem of my dress up to my waist. Cool air hit my exposed, dripping p***y. Daddy slid two thick fingers inside me without warning, pumping roughly while his thumb circled my c**t. “So f*****g wet already. Your family is here and your cunt is drooling for Daddy’s c**k. Pathetic.” I bit my lip hard to stay quiet, hips rocking against his hand. He added a third finger, stretching me. The wet sounds were obscene in the small pantry. Voices drifted in from the living room — Uncle Dave laughing at something. “Rule five,” Daddy growled in my ear. “When I text you during dinner, you disappear and serve me. Understood?” “Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered. He pulled his fingers out, wiped them on my lips, and made me suck them clean. Then he sent me back to the kitchen with a hard slap on my bare a*s. Dinner started normally enough. We sat around the big table — Mom, Daddy, me, Aunt Lisa, Uncle Dave. I kept my scarf on, feeling the collar tight against my skin. Halfway through the main course, my phone buzzed in my lap. One word from Daddy: Bathroom. My heart raced. I excused myself, saying I needed to check on dessert in the kitchen. Instead, I slipped into the downstairs bathroom. Daddy was waiting. He locked the door behind me and shoved me against the sink. “On your knees. Now.” I dropped, the tile cold on my skin. He pulled out his thick, hard c**k and slapped my face with it. “Open.” I took him into my mouth eagerly, gagging as he thrust deep. He f****d my face with short, urgent strokes, one hand tangled in my hair. “Your mother and aunt are twenty feet away eating dinner while you choke on your stepdad’s c**k. Such a disgusting little family whore.” Tears streamed down my cheeks. Saliva dripped onto my dress. He pulled out suddenly, bent me over the sink, and hiked my dress up. In one brutal thrust he buried himself balls-deep in my p***y. I moaned into my arm. He clamped a hand over my mouth and pounded me hard, the mirror showing my flushed, tear-streaked face and his dominant expression behind me. “Quiet, you stupid s**t. If they hear you getting f****d like a cheap w***e, everything ends.” His hips slapped against my a*s with every thrust. He reached around and rubbed my c**t viciously. “c*m on Daddy’s c**k while your family sits at the table.” The risk, the degradation, the way he filled me — I shattered. My o****m hit hard, p***y clenching around him as I sobbed into his palm. Daddy followed right after, flooding me with hot, thick c*m. He stayed inside me for a moment, breathing heavy. “Push it out and eat what you can. Leave the rest dripping.” I obeyed, scooping what I could from my wrecked hole and l*****g it off my fingers while he watched. He straightened my dress, wiped my tears, and sent me back first. I returned to the table on shaky legs, c*m slowly leaking down my inner thighs. Mom asked if I was okay. I smiled weakly. “Just a little warm.” The rest of dinner was t*****e. Every shift in my seat made me feel Daddy’s load inside me. He kept sending me filthy texts under the table: Feel that c*m leaking, stepslut? You’re sitting in a puddle of Daddy’s seed while talking to your aunt. By dessert, I was desperate again. When everyone moved to the living room for coffee, Daddy texted: Garage. Five minutes. I made an excuse about taking out recycling. In the dim garage, Daddy had me bent over the hood of his car in seconds. He spat on his c**k and pushed into my a*s without mercy, the plug from earlier long removed. “Take it in your tight little a*s, baby girl. This is what you are now — Daddy’s secret anal w***e while your mother chats inside.” The burn was intense. I cried out softly as he railed me, one hand muffling my sounds, the other slapping my t**s through my dress. The risk of someone walking in made it filthy and terrifying. “Beg for my c*m in your ass.” “Please, Daddy! Fill your dirty stepdaughter’s asshole! Use me while they’re all inside!” He growled and unloaded deep in my a*s, then made me clean his c**k with my mouth before we slipped back separately. The close calls continued all evening. A quick throat f**k in the hallway while Mom was in the bathroom. Fingers inside me under the table during coffee when the lights were low. By the time everyone left, I was a shaking, c*m-filled mess. Later that night, after Mom went to bed, Daddy dragged me to his room. He f****d me slowly on the same bed where it all started, making me recount every risky moment while he edged me mercilessly. “You’re completely mine now,” he whispered as he finally let me c*m. “And the risks are only going to get worse.” I came harder than ever, knowing he was right. The taboo had swallowed me whole — and I never wanted to escape.