He walked across the sawdusty floor and before she even realized he was in the room, pulled her out of the chair and stood her up.
“Damn, Annie, what are you doing?”
His voice was tinged with panic and sorrow. He didn’t know how to handle his own excessive sexuality and he sure didn’t know what to do about hers. But he knew what she was doing was wrong! “Nothing, Daddy!” Annie whimpered.
Her skirt covered her aching crotch again and she didn’t know how much he had seen. Whatever it was, it was too much, Annie knew. The things she had been doing had to be very, very naughty.
“I’m going to have to punish you so that you never do anything like this ever again. EVER!” Preston practically thundered.
“Yes, Daddy,” Annie agreed in a very subdued tone.
She didn’t protest when her daddy stripped her dress off her, leaving her standing naked except for her shoes on the cement floor.
Nor did she protest when he led her over to his work bench where he pushed his tool aside, heedless of the fart that they clattered to the hard cement floor.
Taking a role of masking tape, he stretched his daughter’s arms along the table and wrapped the tape around and around one wrist and the shelf upright at one end. Then he pulled her other arm to the other end of the table and repeated the process.
Annie didn’t say anything. The little girl knew she deserved to be punished.
The fact that her daddy was tying her up was unusual, but so was her crime. And she didn’t mind that he had spread her arms on his workbench so that her cheek was on the clean wood and she smelled the sawdust his saw had left there.
It was even an exciting position. Annie’s naked butt quivered from the cool night air. It was thrust up higher than her back and it seemed to Annie that she was offering it up for sacrifice. Her legs trembled in anticipation of what was going to happen. And the air between her naked thighs made her crotch feel clammy.
“Please, don’t hurt me much, Daddy,” Annie whimpered.
“Don’t scream,” Bob Preston warned her roughly. “We don’t want to wake your mother up, do we? She doesn’t have to know what a bad girl you’ve been, does she, Annie?”
“No, Daddy. Please don’t tell Mommy and I won’t scream.”
And then Bob Preston’s big hand slammed against his daughter’s creamy buttocks and the little girl bit her lip. But she didn’t make a single sound.
Bob Preston was sweating. He’d only spanked his daughter once, but the sweat was rolling off of him in a torrent. His hand hesitated on her soft, round bottom. He began stroking her buttocks in gentle, circular motions that kneaded the flesh. And his fingers couldn’t keep away from the clever little slot between her tender thighs.
I can‘t finger fuck my little daughter! he told himself over and over. But he knew he could and that he would.
His hand rose and hesitated. Then it fell with a resounding crack and Annie flinched, but she didn’t make a sound.
But when his fingers delved between her spread legs and pushed into the mouth of her cunt, she said with a sigh, “Oh, Daddy!”
Annie was a cauldron of emotion inside. Heat boiled through her body and seemed to erupt between her feverish thighs. When her father’s hand rose and fell, smacking with authority against her bare buttock, Annie stifled her sobs of pain and embarrassment. She felt the heat of the spanking spreading through her body, making her hot all over.
But then she felt her daddy’s fingers sliding between her spread thighs. His fingers were rough on her satin smooth skin. And they were spots of coolness.
Do it, Daddy! she thought. Ohhh, please do it to me, Daddy!
She didn’t know exactly what it was she wanted, but the twelve-year-old girl was sure whatever it was, it was sexual. So when his first finger found the juicy entrance to her cunny and plunged in, her only response was a startled, “Oh, Daddy!”
And then the girl started twisting and writhing. The feel of his finger in her sex hole was over whelming. It went in and stretched her open and then he was twisting it around in her greasy slot, titillating her before drawing it out to plunge it back in with a mindless fury.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she grunted in response to his manipulation of her sex box. Annie thrust her butt back out with a willful violence that threatened to overwhelm her father.
“More, Daddy’!” she sobbed with a pleading note in her voice.
Bob Preston heard her. He couldn’t restrain himself. He slipped another finger into that tight orifice of flesh. Both fingers slid noisily in and out of her clenching dint lips. His hand was drenched with her sloppy sex fluid. He was panting and grunting with the effort.
And still Annie threw herself back, begging to be fucked harder and faster and still harder and deeper.
Bob Preston collapsed back down on the chair behind his daughter’s heaving body. His wrist ached. He couldn’t give her any more hand job and he knew it.
He was flat worn out.
But Annie wasn’t. The twelve-year-old twisted and writhed on the table. It was as if fire ants were swarming across her enflamed rear and she couldn’t keep still. Her tiny titties rubbed frantically against the work table and she ground her buttocks and pelvis, trying to rub her frantic cunt lips against each other in a form of masturbation.
She had to have relief. She had to come!
Perhaps her father recognized that fact. He knew be had to do something. His daughter was so hot her moaning sounded like a cow in heat. He leaned forward and drilled his slippery tongue smoothly into the gaping hole of her eager cunt. And Annie came to an abrupt halt.
The girl sighed loudly. It felt wonderful having her father’s tongue rammed up her excited little cunny. It was all hot and slippery and when it twisted and turned inside her snatch she thought she would come all over it. Liquid seemed to gush in her hairless snatch.
Bob Preston flicked his tongue up and down in her fat twat.
His tongue slid in and out and then he began licking the outside of her slot and that made the little girl cry out with delight.
His red tongue traced a path up the girl’s rear and suddenly was plying around the tight, clenched muscle of her asshole.
“Oh, oh, ohoooo, Daddy!” Annie screamed deep in her throat as she felt her daddy’s salacious tongue dig into her butt and ream out her rear tunnel. It was almost more than she could bear. She was on fire back there. His tongue darting in and out of her shit hole was as exciting as having Mr. Hal’s prick running in and out of her front hole. She couldn’t decide which she liked more.
“Punish me, Daddy!” she cried. “Do it to me, Daddy. I need it.”
And that was exactly what Bob Preston intended to do.
His cock was popped up in front of him like a tent pole. It stuck out the opening in the front of his robe, glistening in the light from the overhead fluorescent bulb. Droplets of fluid seeped out of the end of his eternally hard cock and he knew if he didn’t do something soon he was going to come all over himself.
“All right, darling,” he groaned. “I’ll… punish you!”
He stood behind his darling daughter and stared down at the way he had her trussed and spread-eagled across his workbench.
Moving gently, he stood behind her and slid his cock into her quivering cunt.
He was surprised at how easy his long, thick cock went in. But she was super excited, he knew that, and her tunnel was all greasy with her cum juice literally bubbling in her snatch.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes, Daddy,” Annie cried ecstatically. “Fuck me good, Daddy.
Fuck the shit out of me!” She howled and ground her rear end in circles feeling his cock arching around inside her cunt.
It felt so good, so damn good, that Annie started coming right then. Her insides compressed and sucked at her daddy’s pecker and tried to make it shoot its hot stuff up her pulsating tunnel. She seemed to swell up inside, like a balloon about to burst. And then the balloon did burst-but instead of falling she was still floating and soaring on the most incredible feeling she had ever experienced.