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A preacher's daughter decides sinning is for her after watching her father fuck a married woman.
Becoming Daddy's Good Girl
Chapter One: Sinning in the Dark
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

I wonder if there is a moment in every child's life when they realize their father is a hypocrite. While the Reverend Gary Powell preached about the sanctity of marriage and the sins of the flesh, he had no qualms about indulging in them, violating his own marriage vows to my mother by desecrating another holy bond.

Last week, I spied on him and Donna Paxtor, a deacon's wife, engaging in a sin of carnal delight. My eighteen-year-old body was not prepared for the sight of Donna bent naked over my father's desk in his office at Thousand Oaks Methodist, her red hair hiding her face as she gasped and moaned while my equally naked father stood behind her, fucking her.

It was such a dirty word. One my mother would wash my mouth out if she even thought I knew it. But there was no other word than fucking to describe what he did to Donna Paxtor. Her bottom rippled every time Father slammed into her. It made an obscene, slapping sound, joining her voice.

Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, the cheating wife had hissed, her breasts pillowed across my father's mahogany desk, a gift from the church only last year.

Watching my father sin with Donna awakened lusts inside my body. I had sexual desires before that day, but they were tiny. My heart would flutter for a cute boy at school, a sinful itch forming between my thighs which I had always resisted at the urging of my mother. I had denied myself like I was taught, like my father had preached.

But watching him, his chest surprisingly muscular for a man in his forties, awakened me to true sexual desires. He was a handsome man, I always knew that, with dark hair touched by wings of gray streaking back from the temples. Strong, authoritative, stern. He made me squirm. I forgot all about working with the flower bed, which is why I came to the church after school.

That heat. That warm itch, blossomed in me. Right then, tight there, behind the church, I shoved my hand down my jeans and into my panties. I brushed through my silken pubic hair and found the lips of my vagina.

No, my pussy, like the boys called it. A filthy, wonderful name for the hot, hungry hole between my thighs. I massaged my lips, shuddering and quivering, my long, blonde hair flowing about my head. I shivered, frigging myself faster and faster, rubbing across my wet lips. Sinful juices coated them as I stared at my father fucking a married woman.

A preacher.

I shuddered, biting my lip to keep from moaning like a wanton whore, screaming like Donna. They violated the church with their affair. It was so wrong. So perverted. I stroked through my flesh faster, wishing I was bent over the table, wondering why I denied Ricky my virginity when we were going steady a few months back.

He broke off our relationship in favor of that slut Carolyn. She didn't mind spreading her legs in the back of his brand-new '61 Plymouth while at the drive-thru. I foolishly believed my father's sermons. He clearly didn't.

I shuddered and then it happened as I rubbed myself watching my father. My first orgasm. I gasped, my fingers clenching, my eyes locked on my father's cock sliding in and out of the whore's pussy. It dripped from her juices. He grunted once, twice, and then buried into her as I shuddered. The pleasure burned through me. It let me swaying, lightheaded.

And then they were done. He pulled out of the whore. Donna Paxtor moaned in delight, clearly satiated like I was. I stepped back from the window, pulling up my jeans and buttoning them. I stared at the juices on my fingers then bolted.

I had to think. Reflect.

And my reflection led me to my current position, kneeling on the floor of the deacon's office before Sunday Service, the door locked, and Deacon Bill Paxtor's slacks around his ankles, his boxers around his knees. His cock thrust at me, hard and angry.

Seducing the cuckold turned out to be quite easy...

He and his wife, Donna, always showed up early to help setup the church along with my family. While my father slipped into his office to ready for his sermon, and my mother and the whore were busy making sure all the printed off sermon guides were on the pews, I headed to seduce Deacon Bill, a coquettish smile on my face.

He was a handsome man, old, in his thirties, tall, handsome, with the roguish good-looks of a James Dean—well, not that roguish, but who is? I slipped into his office where he was going over church documents, a coquettish smile on my face, my hands behind my back as I swayed forward.

He looked up at me, a polite smile on my face as I locked the door behind me. I stood in my Sunday best, a white, sleeveless dress, belted at the waist, with a bell skirt falling down to my knees. I had my black Mary Janes on and white stockings vanished beneath my skirt. My smile turned seductive, hungry as I stopped before his small desk.

“Well, Miss Alexandra,” he said, using the polite tone adults used with us young teenagers. “What a surprise? Do you need something?”

“I need guidance, Deacon Bill,” I purred, my finger stroking his desk surface—smooth, polished wood. I leaned on it, my fingernails painted with clear lacquer, reflecting the light. Blonde hair fell off my shoulders before me. “It's...very personal.”

“And not something you want to talk to your father about?”

I shook my head from side-to-side. “I saw something the other day. Something so very naughty and sinful and it has me feeling all...flustered.”

He swallowed. “I'm not sure I'm the person to talk to you about this. Maybe your mother?”

“Or your wife?” I asked, licking my lips.

His eyebrows furrowed. “And just what did you see?”

“A man and woman violating their marriage vows with each other. It was obscene. The woman was bent over the desk, almost like I am right now. She was naked, her butt wiggling while the man”—I lowered my voice into a conspiratorial whispered—“fucked her from behind.”

“Alexandra Powell, such language for a young woman.”

“I don't know how else to describe it,” I moaned, leaning farther over, wiggling my hips. “But it made me think...about things.”

“Uh-huh. And who did you see?”

“My father.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “The Reverend was committing adultery.”

“Doesn't that make him just a hypocrite?” I asked, licking my lips. They were full, red, lush lips. Ricky, on the last night I went out with them, called them cock-sucking lips. He had the presumption to want me to blow him—a preacher's daughter.

Oh, if only I knew the truth, awakened to my body, I would have gladly done it. Adults pretended to talk about how sinful sex was, but they were all doing it. Cheating, fucking, enjoying themselves with carnal passion. It was so wrong for them to deny me. Ever since I watched Father and Donna, I had masturbated at every chance I could get. It was hot, exciting even.

“It...does,” Deacon Bill swallowed after a moment. “And you're sure?”

I nodded.

“And with a married woman?” His eyes raised. “A member of the congregation.”

I nodded again.

“Who?”

“That really doesn't matter,” I moaned, sensing if I revealed it was his wife it would only distract him from my purpose here. “But it is so sinful of him. So hypocritical. He's always preaching about sexual immorality. Always condemning those who fornicate.” I licked my lips. “And I so want to fornicate.”

His eyes widened. He glanced at the door again. “What are you saying, Alexandra?”

“That I'm flustered. And...I was hoping you could help me out. It's so wrong that he gets to have his fun. I want to have fun. Seeing him...educated me.” I reached over his desk, touching his dark-blue tie. “Won't you help me out?”

“I'm married,” he groaned.

“So?” I asked, my fingers sliding lower down his tie. It was silk and felt wonderful.

“You're the preacher's daughter.”

“And?”

“I'm married.”

“Didn't stop my father.” My hand reached the bottom of his tie. I caressed his stomach through his white dress shirt before I moved lower to his dark-blue slacks. I craned my neck, glimpsing his bulge. “Why should it stop you?”

His chair creaked as he shifted.

“You're a child.”

“I'm eighteen,” I purred, my fingers moving down. My pussy gave a sinful shiver as I stroked his bulge. “Mmm, that feels just nice. I would love to learn how to give a blowjob.”

“Lord have mercy,” he groaned, his face growing red. “What a sinful harlot you are.”

The tone of his voice changed. His eyes hardened. He seized my hand and pulled it from his crotch. I gasped at how tight his grip was. He stood, his chair sliding back on its wheels, and marched around his small desk, pulling my arm with him. I knocked over his pen cup, spilling them across the floor.

“You really want to be a whore, Alexandra?” he demanded.

The word sent a shudder through me. I almost blurted out, “I want to be a whore just like your wife.” But I didn't. I had a feeling that wouldn't end well. No man liked to hear his woman cheated on him, even when he was about to have a eighteen-year-old suck on his cock.

“Yes,” I said instead.

He smiled, his eyes flicking down to my bodice. The dress was tight, my breasts swelling the front. I was already bigger than my mother. Nice, round double D's, the envy of all the girls at school. And it was clear he appreciated them.

“You've really turned into a strumpet,” he said. “I've noticed the way you've grown, matured. I've wondered if you had a hot, little cunt beneath your dress, soaking your panties.”

I had never hard the word cunt. It sounded so vile. I instantly knew what he meant and moaned, “It's such a wet cunt.” A naughty shudder ran through me. I loved the word and the sensations it triggered. My body had such delights to offer.

“Then kneel, whore,” he growled. “We don't have much time.”

“No, Deacon.”

So I knelt in my Sunday best and reached out with one hand. I unzipped his slacks. The tails of his shirt peeked out like two cat ears. I pushed them aside and slipped my hand through the slit in the front of his underwear—I had laundered my family's clothes enough to know about it. I shuddered, feeling his cock hard and throbbing in my hand.

It was wonderful. An obscene rush went through me. I drew it out, staring at my first penis. Dick, cock, prick. It was long and fat. My pussy clenched. Could one really fit in me? I would find out. But not with this one.

I had a different cock in mind. And it would be so sinful.

I stroked his cock, loving the way the skin moved over the hard shaft. He throbbed. The tip was pink, flared out like a mushroom, and smooth. A slit leaked a clear liquid, not urine. Curious, I leaned forward and licked the tip. It had a faint, salty aroma.

“That's it, whore,” he groaned. “Lick the tip. Get it nice and wet for that slut-mouth.”

A hot shudder went through me. My free hand, not occupied with his prick, shot between my thighs. I slid up my stockings until I reached my panties. I shuddered, rubbing my hot flesh through the cotton. My juices soaked through in a moment, staining my fingers as I licked again at his cock.

My virgin cunt clenched. Waves of dizzying heat rippled through me as I took a second lick at his dick. I savored the texture beneath my tongue and the way it throbbed. More of the clear liquid came out, staining my tongue. It tasted saltier. I knew something erupt from them. Girls whispered about sucking cocks and swallowing cum.

Cum. Another dirty word I was eager to experience.

“Guys like it when you swallow,” Carolyn once boasted in the bathroom. I bet Ricky did. If I had done this, I would still have him as my steady beau.

My tongue flailed over Deacon Bill's dick. His face twisted while his hands ran through my blonde hair. He stroked through the fine cornsilk as my tongue swirled and explored, loving it like it was the tastiest ice cream cone.

“Oh, yes, you are such a whore. The preacher raised a slut. Lord Almighty, such an innocent face. No one has any idea you're a cock-sucking whore.”

I shook my head.

“Now open your lips. Suck the tip in like it's a lollipop.” He chuckled. “Suck hard.”

My fingers rubbed harder at my panties, pressing the cloth into my wet groove as I opened my mouth and sucked on the tip of his cock. My lips wrapped above it, my teeth grazing the head as I slid it into my mouth.

“Mind the teeth, slut,” he grunted.

I guess his dick was sensitive. I kept them raised while sucking hard. My tongue brushed the tip of his cock as I made the most obscene sounds—wet plops. Saliva ran down my chin as sucked over and over, my hand stroking him, my fingers stroking me.

He groaned, his eyes wide, his suit jacket rustling. His hips moved, sliding his dick in and out of my mouth. It pressed deeper, brushing the back of my throat before sliding back until only the crown remained. I sucked hard the entire time, pleasing him, reveling in the delicious, sexual delight of sucking a married man's cock.

Of being a whore like Donna.

“Jesus,” he groaned. “What a hot mouth. Damn, you know how to suck cock. Oh, I had no idea. Does your mother suck cock like this?” He chuckled. “I doubt that tight ass does anything but lies like a dead fish beneath your father. No wonder he found another cunt.”

I giggled as I frigged my pussy through my panties. If my father had to find other women for satisfaction because my mom was a prude, what did that say about Deacon Bill's prowess?

My fingers brushed my clitoris, massaging the hard bud. I had quickly learned this was my favorite spot to touch. I pressed the cotton into it, savoring the fabric's feel on my sensitive pussy as he fucked my mouth with his cock. It was so wicked.

I loved it.

I squirmed as I frigged my clit. I stroked it in slow circles, sucking so hard, more drool leaking down my chin. I was a slut. A whore. I had a married man's cock in my mouth. My virgin cunt clenched, the pressure swelling in its depths.

And then my orgasm burst through me.

I shuddered, squeezing my eyes shut and moaning about his huge cock as the wonderful waves flooded through my sinful body. I rubbed so hard on my clit and stroked his dick so fast as the pleasure bubbled through my mind.

It was wonderful.

It was so cruel of my father to try and scare me with damnation to keep me from this bliss. It was mean of my mother to hiss in my ear that touching myself would make the baby Jesus cry and would make me go blind. This was wonderful. Amazing.

“Shit,” Deacon Bill cursed. “You hot-mouthed slut. You just came. Damn, you got a hot cunt. I wish I had time to bend you over my desk and fuck that hot hole. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The last fuck exploded from his mouth as his cock erupted into mine. My eyes widened in the shock of his salty jism splashing through my mouth. It was creamy and hot, and the flavor was so wicked. Another flutter, a mini-orgasm, rippled through me as I swallowed the first blast.

Followed by a second and a third.

It slid down my gullet. I groaned, savoring how wicked I felt. I was so naughty. A slut. It was wonderful. I shuddered, gulping down as much of it as I could. My mouth popped off his dick, my tongue swirling about my lips.

“Shit,” he groaned, then quickly shoved his cock back in. “Shit, you need to clean up. Get down to the bathroom. You got cum and spit dripping down your mouth.” He shook his head, regret on his face. “And don't you speak a word of this to anyone, whore.”

“I won't,” I promised. I pulled my fingers out from beneath my skirt. They were covered in my juices. Feeling naughty, I licked at them, wondering what they tasted like.

Wonderful. Tart with a hint of salt. I shuddered as he groaned again, muttering something about me being such a whore. I stood up and sauntered out, putting a nice sway to my hips I hoped he appreciated.

I walked down the hallway of the office area and went into the small bathroom. I locked the door and stared at myself in the mirror. My innocent face was flushed, sweat glistening on my brow, saliva and white cum dripping down my chin.

I looked at both virginal and whorish. I smiled, loving the lips, batting my baby-blues at the mirror as I took a pose.

I washed off and touched up my lipstick from the tube in my purse. Then I sauntered out of the bathroom, passing Deacon Bill in the hall. He didn't look at me, but hurried to the worship auditorium. I sauntered after him.

“There you are,” my mother said when I stepped into the worship hall. Other members of the flock were filing in, taking their spots on the pews, some looking at the fliers printed on blue paper my mom and Donna put out. “What were you doing?”

“Talking to Deacon Bill about the upcoming outreach to the homeless,” I smiled.

“That's wonderful of you,” she smiled. My mother was a beautiful woman in her high-necked, sleeveless dress. It was in a similar cut to mine, those hers was salmon pink. Her blonde hair was cut short and styled just like the First Lady's. My mom thought Jackie Kennedy was a refined, elegant woman, the proper model for how one should dress and act.

I leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. I almost giggled. I had just sucked a cock with these lips and now I was kissing my mother's cheek with them. She would never suck a cock. She would never discover the joys I had learned.

I had a secret that made me feel far more of a woman than my mother even though she was twice my age.

We chattered and gossiped, me with my friends, none of the aware of my sexual awakening. They thought I was still so pure, so innocent. I put on my smile, pretending to be the good preacher's daughter while my panties were still wet from my naughty activities. I savored the feel as I sat down in the front row beside my mother.

The choir sang, prayers were given, and communion passed around. A wicked flutter went through me as I ate the cracker and sipped the grape juice—we didn't use wine like a Catholic. And then my father took to the pulpit and delivered his sermon.

“Marriage is honorable in all, and the bed undefiled: but whoremongers and adulterers God will judge,” my father boomed, his face hard and so handsome. His strong hands gripped the edge as he wore his black vestments, the collar starched white about his throat. “Hebrews 13:4.” He gazed out at the crowd. “Even in this room, sins of the flesh creep in. We must be vigilant against it, stay pure to the vows we swore before God, our commitment to him. For marriage...”

I smiled as I listened. He was such a hypocrite, railing against the very act he performed in this very church. I glanced to my left where the redheaded Donna sat beside her husband, nodding her head, agreeing with everything he said.

Was she imagining what it was like to commit adultery with my father? Was her pussy wet and juicy and itching for his cock?

Whore.

I licked my lips, savoring the flavor of her husband's cum as I turned back and nodded to my father's sermon. He was such a sexy man. Such passion in his voice, in his face. The same passion with which he fucked the whore.

And my mother did not appreciate it one bit.

After my father's sermon, which left me wet and itching and eager to commit more sin, the collection plate passed around. My mother slipped me a crisp $5 bill to drop in. It never made sense to me. My father's salary was paid by the tithe. My mother then gave me $5 of it to drop back into the plate.

An endless cycle.

As I waited for the plate, I slipped the note I had written earlier into the folded $5 and shuddered when I dropped it into the brass plate lined with red velvet, joining the bills and checks and coins. I passed it on to my mother, who dropped a check in. The ushers collected it and took it to the treasury.

My note would then get discovered.

A hot flutter shot through me as church ended. I endured the endless chitchat of my friends, my flesh fiery hot. Mother went off to host the after service luncheon while I remained behind, promising to straighten up the auditorium while father had to attend to his duties.

The moment I could, I slipped out of the worship room and headed to the changing room. It was for baptisms. One door led out to our baptismal pool to the right of the pulpit, the other to the office hallways. The room was dark, with no windows. It had a makeshift clothes rack which hung the baptismal gowns, all pure white, along with spare hangers.

I stripped.

It was so freeing to be naked in the church. My nipples were so hard atop my bouncing breasts as I moved through the room, my dress neatly hung with the baptismal gowns. I shuddered, my pussy juices trickling down my thighs as I skipped across the room and flicked off the light.

Then I moved to a small table in the corner of the room, the only light in the room spilling through the gap at the bottom of the door. I seated myself on the table, leaned back on my elbows, and waited for my note to be found.

I licked my lips, a horny flush shuddering through me. I wrote the note with my right hand to disguise it and, feeling real naughty, I had kissed it, leaving a bright-red imprint of my lips on it. Something sultry.

It was a simple note: “I saw you with Donna Paxtor. I am hot, wet, and itching for your cock. Find me in the baptismal changing room.”

I ran my fingers through the fine down of hair covering my pudenda, keeping away from my itching pussy. I didn't want to masturbate now. I wanted the anticipation to build and build, making me even hotter. In my father's office, he was going through the tithes, adding up how much donations the church had, working on their books. The church couldn't afford a treasurer.

So Father had to do double duty.

I bit my lip, twining my blonde curls about my finger as I waited. My pussy grew juicer and juicer. I could feel each drop trickle down from my pussy, across the cheeks of my ass, to puddle on the table I lounged again.

I squirmed in the wet spot I formed. It was so wicked of me. I was such a sinful harlot. My toes curled as I squirmed. The air kissed my naked flesh. There was something so liberating about being naked outside of the bathroom or my bedroom. A naughty thrill.

My heart beat as my ears strained. Every noise made me hopeful Father found my note. I pictured him in his office, collar off, working through the checks and cash, writing in the ledger, and then the moment he unfurled my $5 bill and discovered the note.

What would he think?

Would he panic? Would he look around, wondering who knew his secret? And then he would read the next words. Would he smile realizing his blackmailer was a hot, horny woman eager to enjoy the preacher's dick? His cock would swell in his pants. Would it itch like my pussy? Would it tingle and beg to sin?

Why did God give us bodies that yearned to sin so much if he had a problem with sex?

How long would he debate my note? How long before he investigated? Would he wait, pondering his response, as the minutes ticked by? Or would lust overwhelm him and drive him to the changing room. It was only a few doors down from his.

The church was empty. We were the only two people here. No one would know.

I bit my lip, my right hand squeezing a large tit. I found my nipple, so hard and aching. I brushed it and groaned. Tingles ran through my body. A horny shudder rippled through me. I needed Father to come and find me. I needed his hard cock to take my virginity.

It would be so taboo. So wrong. I couldn't stop thinking about him since I saw his dick. My father was so sexy. So handsome.

I let out a whimper of frustration. How long would it take for him to find my note? How long would it take him to enter the dark room and fuck the anonymous woman? It would be such a wicked secret to fuck my father without him even knowing who I was.

My fingers crept a little lower, nearing my pussy. My clit was so hard to resist. She begged to be touched and stroked and rubbed. I bit my lip and pinched my nipple hard. I leaned back, my head brushing the wall.

“Come on, Father,” I moaned. “I need...”

A door opened and closed.

I tensed. Footsteps walked down the hallway. The carpet was thin, laid directly on the concrete floor. The steps echoed, growing closer and closer. My heart burst into frenetic activity, drumming like the sinful beat of rock and roll. A shadow darkened the door. The knob twisted.

This was it.

The door opened. A beam of light slashed diagonally across the room, spilling into the opposite corner from me, keeping me in shadows just like I planned. I saw the silhouette of my father, still in his black shirt and slacks, the light haloing about his dark hair.

“Don't turn on the lights,” I purred in a deep, sultry tone I hoped would disguise my voice. “And close the door behind you.”

“Who is it?” he asked as he stepped into the room, his voice so deep and strong. He closed the door behind him.

“Your admirer,” I purred. “I enjoyed the show you and Donna put on. She had quite the orgasm. You're just the man I've been looking for.”

“Another sinful harlot,” he said, moving forward in the darkness. I could only see his spit-polished, black shoes in the light flooding beneath the doors. “You didn't listen to a word of my sermon.”

“Oh, I listened,” I moaned, my legs spread wide. My eyes adjusted, his form resolving out of the darkness, a shape. His hands moved. Cloth rustled. “I'm just not that good at obeying.”

“Your sinful hole controls you,” he growled as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, resisting the urge to say father. “Preacher. I'm just a slut. I want to feed my naughty hole.”

“All through my sermon, you watched me, fantasizing about the sin you wanted to commit, that hole growing hotter and wetter as you squirmed. Did you soak your panties?” His shirt slid off and then his belt rustled.

“Like they were a sponge dropped into a water,” I moaned. “I'm sitting in a pool of my juices.”

“I can smell your whorish scent.”

The way his voice rumbled out of the darkness sent a shudder through me. His voice was so deep, so powerful. I could hear the contempt in his voice. He thought I was a whore, a tramp, something to look down on. Something filthy.

And I was. It made me so hot. I didn't understand why, but my pussy responded to it. I pinched my nipple again and purred, “Yes, yes, strip. I am so ready to be fucked. To lose my virginity.”

He paused. “Your virginity...? So you're one of the teenyboppers? Tired of those heartthrobs getting you wet, staring at their posters on your wall, wishing they were in your bed and fucking you. You're finally ready for a real man to claim you.”

“So ready.”

“Which of my daughter's friends are you?”

I let out a wicked giggle. “That's my secret.”

“You're all whores,” he growled, stepping out of his slacks, his shoes discarded with them. He was naked. I could just make out his cock thrusting before him, a thick shaft.

“Even Alexandra?” I asked, saying my name, wondering what his answer would be.

“Even her.” His hands seized my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the table. I gasped. “I've seen her hot eyes. Her mother has talked to her, but she won't last. She's eager to give up her cunt to the first boy that makes her wet.”

Or man, Father.

I was so ready. His cock was hard. I was wet. All he had to do was thrust and my maidenhead would be gone. I would feel my first dick fucking me. My father's cock. I burned for the incestuous delight. It would be the most sinful act, the height of hypocrisy for my father to fuck me in the church.

A preacher fucking his daughter.

But he didn't ram his dick into me. He fell to his knees before me. I was confused as his head leaned forward between my thighs. What was he doing? He was moving his face towards my pussy. Why would he do that? What is—

“Lord have mercy,” I groaned as Father licked up my pussy. “Oh, yes, Oh, wow—” I clamped my mouth shut to stop myself from screaming Daddy. Not Father, but Daddy. It sounded even more wicked. But I couldn't let him know it was me as the pleasure flooded out of my pussy.

His tongue licked up my folds. He groaned, savoring the flavor of my cunt. He loved it. In all my whispered conversations with the looser girls at school, I had never heard of this. Of a boy, or man, licking a girl's pussy. Going down on her.

It was wonderful.

His strong hands stroked my naked thigh as his tongue danced through the folds of my pussy. He pressed on my hymen and flicked up to my clit. My eyes widened at the bliss he churned. It was far better than my fingers touching myself. His tongue swirled around it. Pleasure shot into the depths of my pussy. I gasped shuddering, clamping my thighs tight about his head.

“Oh, yes, Preacher,” I moaned. “Oh, my Lord, that's amazing. Oh, yes. Lick my pussy.”

“First time having your hot cunt eaten?” He growled. “You are a virgin. Hard to imagine you've never experienced this. Not with how hot your cunt is.”

“I...I listened to your sermons,” I moaned, struggling to keep my voice husky. “Then I saw you fucking Donna. I realized I shouldn't care. I should enjoy myself. Like my preacher.”

“Women always find excuses to feed the hot hole between their thighs.” He licked again, groaning as his tongue slid through my folds. “The source of all sin is right here. This sweet hole, the promise it holds.”

“Uh-huh,” I panted, not caring what he said. “Just lick me, Da...Preacher. Just lick my cunt. Oh, Lord, that's amazing. Oh, yes. That feels soooo good.”

His hands reached up my naked stomach and found my breasts. He squeezed them both as his lips latched onto my clit. He sucked so hard, his cheeks, rough with a hint of new whiskers, rubbing into my sensitive flesh. I gasped, loving his strong fingers digging into my large breasts. I humped against him, riding the pleasure he gave me.

My pussy drank in every lick and flutter of his tongue. His every caress made me moan louder and louder. The pleasure swelled in me. My thighs tightened about his head. My calves crossed, and I pulled him tight into my flesh.

“What a whore,” he growled. “So hot and horny. You can't wait for my dick.”

“I can't,” I moaned.

“Making a preacher sin. What a vile hussy.”

“So vile, Da...Preacher.” My face contorted as I humped against him.

His fingers found my fat nipples. I knew from the locker room, mine were bigger than most eighteen year old's nubs. He twisted and played with them. I squealed with each one, humping harder against his hungry mouth as he pinched them. Every roll of his fingers shot bliss down to my pussy, only making me juicer.

And he drank down my juices. He loved them. I could hear it in his every lick and sigh. He devoured me. My neck stretched and arched, the crown of my head pressing against the wall. My butt clenched as I shuddered.

My back arched. “Preacher!” I screamed as my pussy exploded. “Yes, yes, yes. Lick my sinful hole.”

He groaned his pleasure, his fingers pinching hard at my nipples as he drank down the juices flooding out of my pussy. A powerful orgasm rippled through my body. The table creaked beneath me as I writhed. My head tossed back and forth as I moaned and gasped. The pleasure boiled my mind. Lights flashed through the dark room as my nerves drank in the sweet delight.

“What a whore,” he growled. “Cumming in the church.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“I bet your cunt is eager to feast on my cock. On a preacher's married dick.”

“It is. I am such a slut, Preacher. Just the worse. I need it in me. I want you to fuck me. I want you to take my cherry. I need it. My sinful hole needs your cock in me. Please, please, Daddy!”

My words echoed through the room as he licked and sucked. I gasped and heaved, feverish with delight as his licking tongue sent another explosion of bliss surging through me. He ate me with such gusto. He loved my pussy. His fingers pinched and rolled as he growled, devouring all the juices flooding out of me.

And then he rose, forcing my legs apart.

They fell limp to his side. He stood above me. I could make out his chest hairs, my eyes adjusted enough to see his face, his eyes. He licked his lips as he loomed over me. He planted his hands on either side of me on the table, his dick rubbing against my burning flesh.

“Reach down and guide my dick to your sinful hole, slut,” he snarled.

“Yes, Da...Preacher,” I moaned. Did I say Daddy while I was cumming? I thought I might have, but he didn't say anything. Maybe he didn't notice.

No, he couldn't know the busty teen before him was his daughter. He had no idea just how much of a sin this next part would be. Hot, taboo, incestuous sin.

I grasped his dick. He was bigger than Deacon Bill. A momentary flutter of fear shot through me as I rubbed the tip of his cock against my pussy. But only for a moment. I was so wet, so horny, and his cock felt so amazing on the folds of my pussy. Wet and dripping. I moved him down until he pressed on my hymen.

“Take my cherry, Preacher,” I moaned. “Please, please, pop it. I need you in me.”

“Yes, you do, Alexandra.”

He knew. Before I could say anything, he thrust. My father's cock ripped through my hymen, shredding it as easily as it were made of cheesecloth. Pain flared for a moment and then his dick was buried into my wet depths. I gasped, shuddering as he moved deeper and deeper. Pleasure I didn't know existed rippled out of my cunt. My sheath clung to him, the friction so wonderful.

“H-how did you know?” I gasped as I felt his balls smack against me.

“I recognized the lip print and the $5 dollar bill. The only crisp, new $5 in there. Just like the one I gave your mother so you could drop it in the collection plate.”

I shuddered as he drew back. My thighs wrapped about him. I moaned, savoring the wonderful friction, as his dick drew back until only the tip remained in me. And then he thrust into my incestuous depths.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, Daddy,” I moaned. “Fuck your naughty daughter.”

“Such a wicked slattern,” he growled as his balls smacked into me. They were heavy with his seed. His cum.

“I am, Daddy. A wicked, sinful preacher's daughter.”

He groaned and slammed in me even harder. The table's edge banged into the wall as it rocked beneath me. I shuddered again and humped against him. My large breasts jiggled and smacked together as Daddy pounded my cunt.

The wet sound of his dick mixed with the slap of our flesh. We grunted and groaned. We made the most obscene noises. I loved it. I reveled in how thick he was. How much he stretched my pussy. How he made me gasp and shudder. My eyes fluttered.

“Pound me, Daddy. I need to cum again. On your huge cock. Oh, yes, Daddy. Please, please, make me cum. I need it. I want to spasm on your shaft.”

“Because you're a whore?”

“A wicked, wanton slattern.”

His groin crushed my clit every time he buried into me, sending wonderful pleasure sparking to my depths. My pussy clenched on his huge dick. The sore ache from my cherry popping was quickly replaced but the absolute delight of his cock reaming through me. My eyes rolled back in my head. I bucked hard against him, grinding my clit into him.

Gasping, moaning, shuddering. His dick was amazing. My daddy's cock churned my naughty pussy. Pleasure rippled out of it as my body tensed. Another orgasm built inside of me, ready to explode out of my cunt and flood my body with rapture.

I humped so hard. I was ready for it. His every stroke brought me closer and closer. I savored how deep he thrust into me. How he filled me. Oh, my daddy's cock was amazing. I squeezed my eyes shut as I pinched my nipples.

“Daddy,” I gasped.

Then I came on the preacher's cock.

It was powerful, wild explosion of rapture. I thrashed on the table. I gasped and moaned words. I didn't know what I said. It didn't matter. All that mattered was the hot waves or bliss crashing into my mind. I trembled, stars bursting across my vision as my pussy convulsed on his thick, thrusting dick.

He growled, fucking me harder. My daddy slammed his dick so deep into my spasming pussy. His balls thwacked over and over into me as the rapture kept flooding out of my pussy. I trembled and spasmed, juices squirting out, drenching us, puddling under my ass.

The tart scent of my hot cunt filled my nose.

“What a slattern,” Daddy growled. “What a whore.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

And then he buried his dick into me. My eyes widened as his cum spurted. Hot, taboo seed. The very cum which fertilized my mother and birthed me. I gasped, my toes curling hard as I savored this sinful moment.

“You're cumming in your daughter, Daddy.”

“I am,” he groaned. His dick thrust a final time into me and then he relaxed. He panted, satiated, and pulled his cock out of me.

“Oh, Daddy, that was amazing,” I panted. “Ooh, it was better than I could hope.”

“What a whore I raised,” he growled. He seized my hair. I squeaked in shock as he yanked me off the table. My knees hurt as they slammed into the floor.

“Daddy,” I squeaked before he shoved his softening cock into my mouth.

“Clean it up, slut. You dirtied it.”

The words were so degrading. My daddy looked down on me with contempt. It made me suck so hard, cleaning my sinful juices from his cock. I loved the tart flavor. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering as he groaned.

“That's how a whore acts,” he groaned. “If you want to be one, then I'll treat you like one.”

His dick popped out of my mouth. “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, licking my lips. “I am a whore. You better treat me as one.”

As Daddy and I dressed, a question popped into my head: Was there a preacher's daughter as slutty as me?

I doubt it.

To be continued...
34 comments

Anonymous readerReport 

2016-12-18 07:35:01
Fantastic!! Too bad you didn't continue on with the story. Has all the makings of a great serial story.

Anonymous readerReport 

2016-10-07 10:45:04
Hi there!

Since I don't want to open another profile of yet another stories-site I try it this way:
I really liked the whole series Preacher's Sinful Daughter very much. Write on.
Question: Can I take this story, translate it into german and post it with your name on literotica?

epsylon@lit.......

Anonymous readerReport 

2016-10-03 03:21:12
Dam I never knew I was this into erotic story's

Anonymous readerReport 

2016-09-27 23:25:38
I love reading these stories to my boyfriend. They get us so hot. But there are some stories that i can read and put the emotion into my booster into the words that makes the story 10 times hotter and this is one of them. I can read it as if I'm the preachers daughter and that is so hot. Can't wait to read more.

Anonymous readerReport 

2016-09-25 01:55:01
Yeah it's all great in the literary sense but to the anon below, incest in context is nasty

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