Daddy One Shots

DILF punishments 1

"Where the hell have you been, young lady?" David's voice thundered from the living room as Anna slipped through the front door, her keys clinking softly in the hushed house.

It was well past midnight, and the glow from the streetlights outside stretched eerie shadows across the hallway. Anna froze in place, her pulse jumping. She was sure her daddy would be asleep by now.

"Daddy, I was just hanging out with some friends," she muttered, peeling off her high heels slowly and entering the room barefoot.

David, her stepfather, lounged in his armchair, irritation etched on his face. He'd been her stepdad since she was ten, after her mom remarried. He might not be blood, but he was important to both Anna and her mom. He brought much needed stability into their lives.

At 45, he was built solid, with salt and pepper hair and a chiseled jawline that could cut glass. Whenever Anna looked him in the eye, a weird blend of dread and something she dare not give a name churned in her gut.

"Friends? This late? You're in college now, Anna, but that doesn't give you a free pass to stumble through the door whenever the f**k you want," an angry David cursed, a rare phenomenon, but waiting up for Anna meant next to no sleep and he had an early morning.

David's eyes narrowed, raking over her getup. Already in a bad mood, this set him off even more.

She wore a skimpy mini skirt that clung to her curves like a second skin and a crop top that bared all of her flat belly. This coupled with smeared make up made her look like a cheap hooker.

Anna bit her lower lip, a flush crawling up her neck. Part of her knew she was being a spoiled b***h and felt bad. The other part of her loved the attention too much to stop.

David was heavily whispered about by her friends as a DILF. Anna could easily summon five people who would happily lose their virginity to him. Hell even she sometimes wished… nope, that was forbidden territory. He was her daddy, for goodness sake.

"I'm sorry, daddy. It won't happen again," she assured David as her p***y clenched and she clasped her hands before her, desperate to ignore her p***y's reaction.

David set his glass of whiskey down with a thud and got up slowly. He loomed over her at 6'2", making her feel tiny under that piercing gaze. Her p***y did not respond well to being told he was her daddy. Instead of being downcast by his anger and disappointment, he was getting her hot and bothered. And she wasn't even that drunk, so she could not blame it on the booze.

Tired. Just tired.

Yeah sure, like she had been since she met David.

Fuck Anna, stop checking out your own daddy.

"Sorry doesn't cut it, little girl. You need a lesson in respect. Get over here," David demanded and Anna groaned.

Her heart hammered as she shuffled her bare feet forward, her toes sinking into the plush carpet.

He sank back into the chair, patting his lap and she gulped.

To this day, David still believed in spanking. He took it very seriously. Anna hadn't been in his lap in years though. Surely he wasn't being serious?

Try as Anna might, she couldn't stop thinking that he was inviting her to suck his d**k.

Damn it, Anna. Stop.

David, a little drunk after throwing back a few drinks waiting on Anna, was having fleeting, dirty thoughts of his own. What if he skipped grounding and taking away her phone? That s**t didn't work anyway. She needed her ass cheeks set on fire by his hand. Her bare, naked ass. His d**k stirred at the thought, but being a good, married man, David brushed it off and pushed on.

"You want to pull me over your knee?" a nervous Anna asked as she closed in on David.

"Nah, that's for babies. You're all grown up now, aren't you? Time for a real woman's punishment," David said, intending to sound snarky, but instead his voice came out husky and flirty.

Anna's eyes went wide, but she went along when he snagged her wrist and tugged her close. After all, David was her daddy. It was safe to go. Just because her mind was going to dirty places, doesn't mean his was. He was a straight arrow. Better than her real father. He was responsible and doting. Never cheated. Not so much as a glance at other women when he was with Anna's mother.

His hand slid up her thigh, right under the hem of her skirt, and she shivered hard.

So, that was new. Just daddy, she tried to tell herself, but doubt and suspicion was setting in.

"Daddy, what are you—" she began, a trickle of fear coursing up her spine.

"Shut your mouth." His tone was low, demanding, and grainy like gravel.

Watching daddy unzip his pants with his free hand and let his thick c**k free was surreal. Anna never dared look down there, so she was shocked to find him rock hard. David's d**k bobbed out, angry and heavy, surprising both him and Anna.

So no to the spanking, but he was showing her his d**k?

"This is your f*****g fault for making daddy angry," David's angry brain justified the hard on for him.

Because David never did the wrong thing and he wasn't about to. Anna deserved this. The little b***h needed to be put in her place.

Anna's breath hitched in her throat. She'd caught flashes of her daddy's d**k before (quick, accidental glimpses when he didn't know she was peeking out of curiosity), but never was his d**k this close, right up in her face. She fought the urge to rub her thighs together, knowing her p***y was getting wet at the visual before her.

"Daddy, you're drunk. Just put your d**k back in your pants and we can…" Anna tried, but she soon trailed off as her daddy started stroking his d**k.

Fuck, how she wished to tell her friends it was thick, big and intimidating, just like they all fantasized about.

"Don't f*****g talk back to me. You're gonna suck daddy's fat c**k for sneaking in late like a little w***e. That's your f*****g punishment. f**k knows you probably did worse tonight. On your knees, now," David's stern voice cracked the air.

A rush of shock slammed into her, tangled up with a forbidden thrill that made her p***y ache with desire. This was so damn wrong, but the way he eyed her up and down, like she was his property to command, had her knees buckling.

Enchanted by his d**k, no more objections followed. She dropped down to her knees slowly, her hands shaking as she wrapped them around his d**k. It was hot and throbbing under her fingers. Anna loved the feel of holding it. It gave her a rush of power.

"That's right, you dirty, little slut. Open that pretty mouth wide for daddy," a drunk David continued to curse, forming a fist in Anna's hair.

That was the least of Anna's problems.

David was guiding Anna's lips towards his d**k. Instead of calling for her mother or flat out refusing, Anna willingly parted her lips, her drooling mouth slurping on her daddy's d**k eagerly.

The salty tang of her daddy's pre c*m exploded on her tongue. Anna let out a soft moan despite the humiliation making her cheeks burn.

David groaned deep, his hips jerking up a bit. His drunken state allowed him to substitute Anna for her mom, making the moral dilemma he otherwise would have been faced with disappear up in smoke. He was tired and stressed about work and angry for a reason he had forgotten. Nevertheless, a blow job was exactly what he needed.

"f**k yes. Suck it hard, like the filthy c**k tease who stays out all night whoring around that you are," David raged, laying down the law for his nineteen year old.

For just a moment, David felt remorse and outrage as he looked on. His d**k was between his daughter's lips. What the f**k was she doing?

Then Anna started bobbing her head, sucking more of his d**k into her mouth, her tongue swirling wildly around the tip, tracing the ridge. After that, David stopped thinking altogether. Pleasure flooded his brain where blood used to be. All he knew was his d**k needed this.

David's fist tightened on Anna's hair like a vice, shoving his daughter's face down on his c**k.

"Take it all, Anna. Choke on daddy's big d**k. This is what you get for disobeying me, you ungrateful b***h. You won't come home late again, will you slut?" David ranted, then groaned as his d**k sawed past her warm mouth and headed straight for her throat.

Tears stung her eyes from the stretch, her throat burning as he hit the back, but she didn't pull off. No, Anna was a good girl. Once she committed to something, she saw it through.

She hollowed her cheeks, sucking her daddy's d**k with everything she had. His d**k pulsed hot against her tongue, making Anna moan as she fought to breathe while gagging on his big d**k. She wouldn't protest though. This was a fluke. Daddy would never let her touch his big d**k again. She might as well enjoy herself.