The Supergirls - Erica By Bad Dad Baddad@hotmail.com (1) With my huge erection obscenely stretching the thong I was wearing, I stood patiently before Mistress Dana while she told me that she had a very special surprise for me. A split second later I heard the door behind me open and a collective gasp from the crowd. When I turned to see who was joining us my heart skipped at least two beats. Not only because I found my self staring at a woman who was absolutely breath-taking with a spectacular body, wearing a thread like white thong, a pair of thigh high, white, patent leather boots with seven inch spiked stiletto heels, and nothing else. But also because this extraordinary female was my barely seventeen year old daughter, Erica. As she started to walk erotically toward me I just couldn't stop from staring at her huge, perfect fifty-six inch tits which were thrusting out defiantly from her chest literally defying gravity. They were absolutely perfect, topped with two enormous nipples that looked like small railroad spikes. By the time Erica was standing before me, Mistress Dana had handcuffed my hands in front of me. Then much to my stunned surprise she pushed me toward the Ultra Sexy young girl and gave me to her. Smiling wickedly, my stunning young daughter began to walk around me inspecting my body, while trailing the fingers of her left hand over the bulging muscles of my chest and shoulders. By the time she made a full circle she reached down and firmly grabbed my raging eighteen inch erection and squeezed. She stared right into my eyes and for a moment or two I thought she was going to devour me. "From now on daddy, you will address me as Mistress. Is that clear?" "Yes Mistress," I replied. Then, without warning she engulfed my mouth in hers and kissed me savagely. Her tongue repeatedly forced its way into my mouth and for a brief instant I thought I was going to cum. That is until she grabbed me by the base of my cock and prevented me. When our lips finally parted she led me into the center of the room and told me to hold my arms out in front of me. Once I did she attached my handcuffed hands to a hook clasp that in turn she attached to a small chain that ran through a pulley near the ceiling. Taking the chain in her right hand Erica pulled on it. In doing so my arms were pulled up and over my head, higher and higher. When she was finally satisfied with my position she snapped her fingers and someone attached the chain to a hook in the wall. Walking over to a nearby table she picked up a leather object and some sort of plastic bottle before returning. She then knelt in front of me and fastened a leather ring around the base of my cock. Another strap squeezed my balls apart. She was connecting a combination cock-ring and ball separator which to be quite honest I was totally unfamiliar with, yet my seventeen year old daughter seemed to be an expert with it. I couldn't help but briefly wonder just how many other men she has used this thing on. As she fastened the device to my genitals she pretended that the huge blood engorged head of my straining manhood was trying to invade her mouth. She coyly let it slip over her lips and then pushed it away. Next, she stood back up and squeezed some massage oil from the plastic bottle into her hands. After rubbing them together she began to massage the oil into the bulging muscles of my chest, while playfully pinching my nipples. From my chest she moved to my arms, then to my hips, thighs and ass placing all of my nerve endings on high alert. She finished on my cock and balls, rotating from gentle caresses to hard squeezes. By this time I was trembling noticeably as I dangled helplessly before my spectacular young daughter, and even though I desperately wanted her to conquer me, I was nevertheless terrified of her. Again she snapped her fingers and this time I was lowered to my knees. A split second later she grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my face between her super shapely legs and against her seething young cunt. Then she gave me her first order, to lick her dripping pussy, and of course I complied immediately, attacking her scalding genitals I worshipped them enthusiastically, assaulting her steel hard clit with reckless abandon. Shortly thereafter the extraordinary teenage Supergirl exploded in a series of senses shattering orgasms that drenched my face with her succulent juices. Then suddenly, without any warning she jerked my head away from her dripping pussy. "Watch," she commanded. A moment or two later I watched in stunned silence as she began to push an absolutely huge dildo out of her dripping vagina. "Do you have any idea what I'm going to do with this daddy?" she asked. "No Mistress," I replied. "I'm going to split you wide open, and rip your fucking ass apart," she said. Then before I even had a chance to beg her not too she threw me over the end of the nearest chair. "And I'm going to do it daddy, in front of all these people," she added, while rubbing the head of the enormous dildo along the crack of my ass. A split second later, and without any warning she forced the massive fake cock deep inside me, causing me to scream out horribly. I would have never imagined that anything could have hurt so much. I tried to relax hoping that might ease the incredible pain, but as she began to force the huge plastic penis savagely into my asshole it soon became obvious that nothing could stop my agonizing torment at the hands of this breathtaking teenage Tormentress. As the seconds passed and Erica increased the speed of her already violent thrusts I began to cry out in a desperate attempt to have her stop. That's when I woke up, cum shooting out of my cock, all over my bed. For the next few minutes I just layed there in a pool of my own sperm, and tried to calm myself down. This was the seventh straight night I woke up in a violent orgasm, while dreaming about my extraordinary seventeen year old daughter. It all started when Erica, made a sudden and dramatic transformation this summer after her sophomore year in high school, leaving behind her little girl innocence to become a savagely sadistic, ultra sexy Supergirl in just a couple of months. It was the most remarkable alteration I had ever seen, and totally unexplainable. However not only did she become astoundingly gorgeous, but unbelievably strong as well. Which I found out quite by accident at expense of my fifteen thousand dollar weights which she effortlessly crushed with her bare hands one afternoon, wearing nothing more than a tiny white thong, and a pair of sky high seven inch spiked stiletto heels. I actually watched her rip apart a one-hundred pound, solid steel plate and twist a five thousand pound barbell effortlessly in half. I barely made it to the bathroom before I came all over myself. So try and imagine what it must be like for me now, to be the single male parent of a seventeen year old Supergirl who not only has a body that measures a staggering 56-18-38, but who can bend railroad ties as easily as a clown can bend balloons. I can't keep my eyes off of her no matter how hard I might try, especially her breasts which are absolutely huge as they thrust out powerfully from her chest literally defying gravity, topped off with two enormous inch and a half long nipples. No wonder I'm having these dreams, I can't resist her. As a result I have been walking around the house in a constant state of arousal, my massive, eighteen inch cock throbbing painfully between my legs, as I fantasize what it would feel like to bury my raging hard-on inside my daughter's seething young cunt. Needless to say I am very very confused. As I began to change my sheets, which has become a nightly ritual I suddenly heard a noise outside of my bedroom window. Looking at the clock as I walked over to see what it was I noticed that it was two-thirty in the morning. When I looked outside I actually gasped out loud as I saw Erica making a few adjustments on her motorcycle. She looked absolutely breath- taking wearing what consisted of a black leather bodysuit the top of which seemed on the verge of being ripped to shreds by her huge breasts. A small leather jacket that was also black, and open in the front. As well as a pair of thigh high, black patent leather boots just like she was wearing in my dream with the same outrageous spiked heels. When it suddenly dawned on me that she was getting ready to go somewhere. I had an unexpected desire to follow her, although even in my wildest fantasies about my spectacular young daughter I wasn't prepared for what I was about to see her do. After quickly getting dressed I managed to get into the garage just as she was revving her engine and speeding off down the road. I succeeded in following her into Los Angeles, and then I lost her. It was by sheer luck that I found her again, only because I got lost myself. Turning into an alley I eventually pulled into a parking lot which was filled with motorcycles, and adjacent to a seedy bar. As she got off her bike, and I got out of my car I noticed two very impressive looking men approaching her saying something that I couldn't hear. Suddenly Erica grabbed both men by their leather jackets and slammed them hard against the nearest wall. Next she violently ripped open the front of their jeans to expose two massive, steel hard cocks. A split second later she savagely thrust the cock of the man she was holding in her left hand into her scalding young cunt causing him to scream out in agony. A few moments later she did the same thing to the man in her right hand as she began to alternate from one to the other. Remarkably my striking teenage daughter was brutally raping both men simultaneously, and although they were both heavily muscled there was absolutely nothing they could do to stop her. Thrusting her lushly curved hips violently against them it soon became obvious that she was actually crushing them between her own stunning hard body and the brick wall she had them pinned against. When she was finally finished she stood back and watched as they collapsed to the concrete, exhausted and unmoving, at the very least unconscious and quite possibly dead. I then followed her into the rather run down bar wondering just what the hell she was doing in a place like this, and immediately saw her engaged in a conversation with a man who looked very upset. They talked for a few more seconds and then she turned and started to walk away when suddenly she just picked up the nearest pool table and threw it across the room getting everyone's attention. Next, she dove to the floor to her right and began to do a series of perfectly executed back flips propelling herself across the room, until she violently smashed open a door at the other end of the bar and walked inside. About thirty seconds later a bulgingly muscular man came flying out of the door landing hard on the floor, he was completely naked. Erica returned a moment or two later with a huge chain wrapped around her shoulders. After lifting another pool table up on its end she then threw the man who she had just retrieved against it, and then tied him to the table using the chain. Turning to the man she had confronted when she first arrived she again demanded to know where her money was. Quite obviously scared to death he said he didn't know. "Then I would suggest," she said, right before violently slapping her prisoner across the face with the back of her right hand. "You get it, before I fucking kill this worthless piece of shit." "Mace, what should I do," the man screamed. "Get her the fucking money," Mace, the man who Erica had chained to the table, screamed. Frantically the man ran back into the room my breath-taking young daughter had just come out of while Erica turned and hit Mace again, so hard in fact blood went flying everywhere. Although he was only gone for a few moments. Which indicated to me that they had the money all along and just didn't want to give it to her, Erica had nearly beat Mace to death. Yet despite that I couldn't help but notice his absolutely huge erection. "Here," the man screamed tossing a brief case onto a nearby pool table. "Open it," Erica demanded, right before delivering another savage right cross to Mace's head, causing everyone to flinch. He did so instantly to reveal five million dollars in brand new, crisp one hundred dollar bills. "You should have just given that to me when I asked for it," Erica told him, while effortlessly ripping off the chains that held Mace to the pool table as if they were made of paper. Then a split second later she threw the badly beaten man against the bar and brutally drilled his enormous erection into her scalding young cunt. What followed can only be described as a violent crime as my breath-taking and sadistic young daughter savagely fucked him into unconsciousness. During this entire scene I was hiding out of sight violently stroking my raging hard-on, exploding in one violent orgasm after the other, until I finally decided that it would be best if I left before I Erica discovered that I was even there. I quietly snuck out of a side door and scurried to my car when I suddenly heard, "Where are you going daddy?" I immediately stopped, turned around and gasped out loud as I saw my striking little girl walking toward me. She was no longer wearing her jacket and I couldn't stop from staring at her breathtaking body wrapped in that leather bodysuit. In her right hand was the brief case with the money. Realizing that I had been caught, I tried to say something, to apologize, but she just smiled and walked right past me to her motorcycle. "I want to talk to you when you get home," she said, right before kick starting the bike and squealing out of the alley into traffic. As you might imagine I was terrified. And as I drove back home, my cock throbbing between my legs I was scared to death of what my luscious, barely seventeen year old daughter was going to do to me. When I pulled up in front of the house she was already there waiting for me and after parking the car I just sat inside staring at her huge, spectacular breasts, as she walked toward me. I jumped when she grabbed the driver's side door and effortlessly ripped it off of the car and tossed it aside. Reaching inside she then grabbed a handful of my hair and dragged me into the house and down to the basement. There, she chained me to the wall while wanting to know just "who the fuck I thought I was to follow her", and then she beat me savagely with a forty foot bullwhip until my back was criss- crossed with deep, painful welts. Yet despite my excruciating pain, I was nevertheless incredibly turned-on by the fact that I was being punished by such an unbelievably sexy young girl and in reaction I exploded in a powerful orgasm. Surprisingly she then released me from my bondage and left without saying a word. I can honestly say that that night I had never been so afraid of anyone in my entire life. In fact I couldn't even sleep as I tried to understand just what was happening. By morning I decided I had no alternative but to confront my extraordinary young daughter, and after gathering up enough courage I walked out to the swimming pool where she was working on her incredible tan. By the time I was standing before her my cock was at its full eighteen inch length, sticking out of the top of my shorts. Erica was lying on a lounge chair, magnificently naked, her eyes closed. At first I didn't think she was even aware that I was standing there. My eyes were all over her spectacular body, especially her huge, extraordinary breasts, and her irresistible, clean shaven pussy. I just couldn't believe that a seventeen year old girl could look this stunning. As I stood there, no longer concerned with how I was going to ask her why she nearly killed me last night she suddenly parted her ultra gorgeous legs, and began to gently stroke her glistening young cunt. Almost instantly my breathing became ragged, and my cock started to throb. I almost lost it a few seconds later when she inserted two of her fingers inside her dripping slit, before opening her eyes. "Don't you dare cum," she said sharply, startling me, somehow very aware of the fact that I was about to. "Just what the fuck are you doing out her daddy?" she asked. I tried to explain, but I was so incredibly nervous, and turned-on, I could barely get my words out. "Never mind," she said, interrupting me. "Come here." Taking a deep breath I walked over to the side of her chair, and as soon as I was close enough she reached up and ripped off my shorts exposing my massive cock. "You're obviously very confused about my new life style and who I have become so why don't I take you out to dinner tonight, and I'll explain everything to you." "I'd like that, thank-you," I replied. A split second later Erica stood up and caught me completely off guard when she suddenly guided my enormous erection between her huge, ultra firm tits. She then told me when and where we would meet, while her spectacular breasts squeezed my trapped penis. "In the meantime I want you to spend the rest of the day trying to figure out the best way you can explain your concerns to me, without sounding so pathetic." The after a brief pause she asked. "How many times did you cum last night at that bar?" "Four," I told her. "Does that include the time you came inside your pants while you were watching me rape those two studs in the parking lot?" "Yessssss," I groaned, as her incredible breasts expertly massaged my trapped cock. "Watching me in action last night really turned you on, didn't it daddy?" "Yes it did," I admitted, almost breathless. "I knew it would," she purred right before triggering my orgasm. Then a second, third, and fourth, until my hot, thick cum was dripping down the sides and front of her massive, ultra firm tits. "I'm impressed," she whispered, right before licking the top of my still fully erect cock. Then letting it go, she walked into the house. Leaving me to wonder if what had just happened wasn't just another of my wicked dreams about my amazing young daughter. I arrived at the restaurant an hour early, and then was forced to wait an additional hour since Erica was late. An hour during which I kept checking my watch, turning every time someone walked in, wondering at times if she might just be playing a cruel joke on me. By the time she actually did arrive I was a bundle of raw nerves. As you might imagine every eye in the place was on her; she looked spectacular dressed in a wet black lycra halter that had been given the unfair task of trying to contain her huge fifty-six inch super tits. An ultra short micro skirt of the same material, with sheer mesh on the sides, and a pair of black patent leather pumps perched on her trade mark seven inch spiked stiletto heels. I swelled with pride and excitement as she walked toward me. Then I began to think about what she had done to me the night before and I started to wonder what everyone who was staring at her would have thought if they knew that she was my seventeen year old daughter and that I was about to become her complete and total slave. My cock was bulging in my pants and I almost felt faint. We were seated immediately, and I will never forget how incredibly nervous I was. Dinner was fantastic. Erica ordered for both of us, in French, to include the wine, and during our meal we had an extraordinary conversation. A conversation during which Erica revealed to me the details of her remarkable life as a savagely sadistic Supergirl. Needless to say I listened to her every word with utter astonishment. Especially when she described for me how she had violently raped four well hung bodybuilders just a few hours ago, because they couldn't build a weight big enough for her to work out with. "How heavy did you want it?" I asked, almost whispering. "Ten thousand pounds," she purred. "Oohhh my god," I gasped almost on the verge of an orgasm. "You're incredible!!" "So I've been told," she replied. Erica then went on to explain to me that last night was only the beginning of our new, Dominant Daughter, submissive father relationship, and that she had decided to add me to her extensive collection of slaves. She also told me that she had reserved a suite for us tonight where she was going to begin my introduction into her savage world of female domination which I quickly found out she was an expert in. We left the restaurant a few minutes later although not before she ordered me to my knees to kiss the tips of each of her shoes. I did so without hesitation, not the least bit concerned with the fact that I was being watched by at least fifty people. Next, she simply walked past me to the elevator. An almost imperceptible nod of her head meant that she wanted me to follow, so of course I did. In the elevator she didn't even look at me while standing in the center. I could smell her perfume as I backed myself into one of the elevator's corner's with no idea what I should say or do. So I did nothing choosing instead to just stare at her gorgeous blonde hair. She had pressed the button to the top floor and by the time we were about half way there she suddenly ripped off her tiny skirt with a flick of her wrist and tossed it aside. "Daddy, are you looking at my ass?" She suddenly asked a few moments later, startling me. How could I not be I thought to myself, it was absolutely perfect. So incredibly tight, so stunningly sexy, and the way the back of her tiny thread like thong disappeared between her remarkable glutes was causing my heart to race. "Answer me," she demanded, as I stood there wondering just what I should say. "Yes," I replied. "Then do it on your knees," she ordered. Of course I dropped immediately. As soon as the elevator doors re-opened Erica ordered me to stand back up and follow her. I obeyed immediately following her down the length of the hallway to the Princess Suite. Once inside she demanded that I take off my clothes and then kneel in the center of the living room. I hurried to comply, my huge cock throbbing between my legs at full erection. By the time I had ripped off every stitch of clothing she had walked over to where I was kneeling, and placed her hands on her lushly curved hips. "Daddy, are you shaking?" she asked her voice a super sexy whisper. "Yes," I said softly. "Why?" "Because I've never met anyone like you before!" "That's because there is no one like me," she purred, quite obviously very proud of she had become. A split second later she slapped me hard across the face with the back of her right hand. Then, perfectly balanced on her sky high heels my striking young daughter walked over to a table that was set against the wall and picked up a heavy leather dog collar. It was accented with chrome studs and had a braided leather leash attached. As soon as she returned she fastened the collar around my neck. Next, she pulled me up by the collar and forced me to sit back on my heels. Walking back over to the table she picked up a pair of cold, stainless steel handcuffs, and in one fluid motion she pulled my wrists behind my back and snapped them shut inside the metal rings. Leaving no doubt whatsoever that I was completely at her mercy. After walking around to once again stand before me she hit me again this time with the back of her left hand. "I will permit your erection, since it is a natural reaction to my spectacular body. But don't you dare cum daddy, because if you do I will punish you so severely you'll swear that I'm trying to kill you." By this time I was so terrified my heart skipped a beat. Yet there was a part of me that longed to be punished by my extraordinary teenage daughter. I took a deep breath in an attempt to calm myself down. My cock was painfully hard, throbbing as if it had a life of its own. Suddenly, without warning Erica reached down and roughly grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head between her gorgeous, super shapely legs. Her seething young cunt which I had desperately wanted to touch these past few weeks was now just inches from my face, dripping with passion. "Would you like to taste me daddy?" She asked teasingly. "More than anything," I gasped, wildly turned on. "You have my permission," she replied. That was all I needed to hear and immediately I stretched out my tongue, pushing aside the tiny string that was her thong and made contact with her sizzling slit. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. Going down on what I was convinced was the sexiest pussy on the planet. How many times had I dreamed of doing this and now finally I was getting an opportunity. I had always considered myself an expert at cunnilingus, and I was certainly trying my best to please her yet Erica just stood there. She didn't moan, whisper, or shiver like I had come to expect when my tongue was dancing over a white hot clit. So, I tried even harder. Still there was not even a quiver, and I became torn between two desires. Although I wanted desperately to please my breath-taking little girl and revel in what I was doing to make her happy, I nevertheless was in awe of her extraordinary self control, evidenced by the fact that even though I was licking and sucking the most sensitive part of her magnificent young body I couldn't elicit so much as a sigh. She was indeed a woman who could bring me to my knees. Which is exactly of course where I wanted to be. As the time passed my tongue became sore and my jaw ached. Then suddenly her lushly curved hips bolted and she exploded in a series of mind numbing orgasms, drenching my face with her succulent juices. When she finally stepped back, she left me kneeling, licking my wet lips, savoring her delicious, lingering taste. "Self-control," she whispered ultra seductively. "It is the essence of power daddy." And with that she turned and walked back over to the table this time returning with an ominous looking cat-o-nine-tails. Grabbing the leash she then jerked me to my feet and led me over to the bar. Once there she poured herself a glass of chilled champagne while taking a firm hold of my straining erection. "Do you have any idea what I'm about to do to you sweetheart?" she asked. "Beat me," I replied softly "Good boy," she purred condescendingly. "Maybe your smarter than I give you credit for." Then after taking another sip she added. "I need to know just how much pain my new slut is capable of withstanding." A split second later Erica set down her glass and pushed me roughly against the bar. "No matter how much it hurts," she cooed while running the tip of her crop over my back and then down across my buttocks. "No matter how much you might want to scream out daddy, and beg me to stop I don't want to hear a fucking sound from you. Is that clear?" "Yes Mistress," I whispered, causing her to smile, no doubt pleased with my use of that term of respect. Then suddenly she lashed out at me, her first blow sounding like a gunshot as the leather hit my ass. I gasped at the intensity of its bite. Wielding her 'cat' with consummate skill, my ultra sexy young daughter began to savagely beat me. The pain was absolutely horrible and it wasn't long before my eyes burned with tears and my skin became scalding hot as she struck me again and again. Remarkably my cock was as hard as it has ever been, and my balls were straining with their full load. I tried to concentrate on something other than cumming. Unfortunately it didn't work, and even though I was able to prevent myself from crying out my body nevertheless betrayed me and after one incredibly fierce blow I lost control and erupted in a powerful orgasm shooting my thick sperm against the front of the bar. Enraged, Erica responded by yanking me into the center of the room, and throwing me onto the floor. A split second later she was standing over me, her hands on her lushly curved hips. I dared not move as my body shuddered with a mixture of shame, and wild excitement. "Look at me you worthless piece of shit," she ordered. Slowly I raised my head allowing my eyes to travel up the length of her dazzling teenage body. And as soon as our eyes made contact I watched in stunned silence as her halter suddenly exploded into tattered pieces unable to contain her huge breasts any longer. I couldn't help but gasp and then watch helplessly as I came a second time. Immediately Erica ordered me to kneel upright, then she grabbed me roughly by my hair and pulled my head back. "What is your fucking problem," she asked. "I'm sorry Mistress," I apologized. "It's just that you are so incredibly sexy I can't resist you!" "Did you think that just because I told you not to utter a sound that you had my permission to cum instead?" "No," I replied. "Then why is your seed all over the fucking floor?" "I couldn't control myself," I admitted. "I'll clean it up I promise." "Yes, you will clean it up, you pathetic son of a bitch. In fact you're going to clean it up right now, with your tongue." And with that the spectacular seventeen year old Supergirl dropped to one knee and forced my face into one of the large puddles of cum on the carpet. "Lick it up," she demanded. "And when I come back, for your sake daddy it better all be gone." Then without another word she left. Since I didn't know how long it was going to be before she returned I worked frantically to lick up my sperm, despite the fact that it was the most disgusting and revolting thing I had ever done in my life. But since I had gone this far I wasn't about to reverse course now. As it turned out Erica didn't return until almost an hour later, and as my huge cock throbbed painfully between my legs the entire time she was gone I was beginning to wonder if maybe she just left. When she finally did reappear I again gasped at the sight of her, because although she was still bare-breasted and wearing the same tiny thong, she had traded her pumps in for a pair of outrageous thigh-high black patent leather boots with seven inch silver spiked stiletto heels. I was still on my hands and knees, where I remained the entire time she was gone, and as she approached me I found myself alternating my gaze between her huge tits and her sexy boots. "Are you ready to continue," she asked, as she walked past me to sit on one of the bar stools. "Yes Mistress," I replied, inhaling her aroma as she moved past me. She had an unmistakable scent of sex. "Do you have any idea where I've been," she asked. "No Mistress," I replied nervously. "I just left three of the most incredible specimen's of manhood you could possibly imagine, on the floor, totally exhausted, in an adjoining room. I'm not even sure if the poor things are still alive. I'm surprised you didn't hear their screams. You would have been proud of me daddy!" "I'm already proud of you." I said. "And terrified," she whispered. "In fact your absolutely scared to death me aren't you daddy?" "You know I am," I said softly. "Yes I do," she laughed. "I like it when my men are afraid of me." Then after a short pause she said, "Have you been on your hands and knees since I've been gone," as she crossed her super sexy legs. Again I told her yes. "And have you taken advantage of this opportunity to think about the ramifications of our new Dominant Daughter, submissive father relationship?" She purred sensuously. "I hope you realize daddy that just because you're my father that doesn't mean that I will be treating you any differently than any of my other slaves." "I don't expect to be treated differently," I told her. "In fact if anything, I'll be even harder on you just because you are my father." Then after a brief pause she said, "come her sweetheart." Immediately I crawled toward her. "Do you know what attracts me the most about you," she whispered, while looking down at me. "Your absolutely gorgeous cock. How often do you fantasize about me fucking you daddy?" "All the time," I admitted. "Then maybe some day, if your a really good boy I will, but that's a privilege you'll have to earn," she said, totally in control. "In the meantime I want you to sit up and massage my boots with your magnificent penis," she whispered. Then a split second later she grabbed the leash and pulled me up to my knees. Without hesitation I took a firm hold of my raging hard-on, took a deep breath and began to rub the first three or four inches of my cock against her patent leather. "How does it feel?" she asked, after pouring herself another glass of champagne and taking another sip. "Fantastic," I groaned, as I began to feel that all too familiar churning in my balls that meant I was nearing another orgasm. "Are you going to cum again," she wanted to know. "Yes," I told her. "With your permission." "Very good daddy," she replied, a wickedly sexy smile on her flawlessly beautiful face. "You're a quick learner. I like that." Then before I even knew what was happening she lifted me to my feet while she herself stood up. I was hoping that she would take pity on me and drill my throbbing manhood into her scalding young pussy and conquer me. "Get on your fucking knees," she suddenly ordered. Then she turned and walked behind the bar leaving me to wonder just what she had in store for me this time. When she returned I shuddered, because dangling from her left hand was an object I had only seen in leather catalogs; a bit and bridle shaped to fit on a human head. Attached to the cheek straps were leather blinders, while long reins dangled form the rings on the bit. Meanwhile her other hand was behind her back. I was still staring when she demanded that I open my mouth. The bit was icy cold and quite painful until I managed to get the hard rubber part between my teeth as she roughly forced it between my lips. She buckled the straps around my head, but with the blinders in place I could only see directly in front of me. A few seconds later I could hear the metallic sound of chains and I suddenly realized just what it was she had hidden behind her back. Sitting on my back the spectacular seventeen year old took up the reins in her hands. A moment or two later I felt white-hot pain searing through my sides. She had attached razor sharp spurs to her boots. Since her intent was unmistakable I took off immediately, moving across the floor on my hands and knees beneath her. I could feel the scalding heat of her seething young cunt on my bare back as she expertly steered my head right and left with the reins. "As I'm sure you can tell I am not very happy with you daddy," she hissed after grabbing a handful of my hair and violently pulling my head back. "Yes Mistress," I replied. "Do you have any fucking idea just how many men would do absolutely anything for the chance to have their cocks between my tits like you just did. To be given the opportunity to cover them with their cum," she yelled. However before I could even answer my savagely sadistic teenage daughter demanded that I ride her around the suite again. And that's when I discovered that she was also carrying a riding crop, which she smashed down on my ass every time she wanted me to speed up. Erica rode me for about ten minutes while screaming insults at me, cursing my very manhood, totally humiliating me until I was on the verge of tears. Every time I slowed down she rewarded me with either a jab of her spurs or violent crack of her riding crop, and by the time she reined me to a stop, I was exhausted and in excruciating pain. After tying me to the leg of a chair with the reins she walked around to stand in front of me. A split second later she viciously lashed out at my shoulders with the riding crop, ripping open my skin with each blow. I couldn't help but scream out in agony. Then just as suddenly she stopped. "Lick my boots," she commanded, her voice dripping with contempt. Although I moved immediately to comply, I still found it difficult since the heavy bit held down my tongue. However I quickly discovered that if I moved my whole head I was able to lick her patent leather boots until they shined. Smiling, Erica then gave me each of her spurs to lick while demanding that I thank her for bloodying my thighs with them. Of course by now, as you might imagine my cock was throbbing painfully between my legs, and that didn't escape my extraordinary young daughter's sharp eyes. "Look at me," she ordered, a short time later. Immediately I raised my head, noticing as I did that she was slowly running the middle finger of her right hand along the length of her sizzling slit. "If you could have anything in the world right now daddy," she whispered ultra sensuously. "What would that be?" "Your cunt," I said softly, without hesitation. "And do you think you deserve it?" she asked. "I can only hope that you would think so," I sighed. "That all depends on you my pet," she cooed while walking behind me, out of my field of vision. A second or two later I felt the leather tip of her riding crop being drawn lightly over the backs of my thighs. When she brushed it over my sperm heavy balls, I groaned with pleasure and tried desperately not to cum. Then suddenly, without warning Erica hit me hard on my buttocks, and then with my skin still stinging she again rubbed the leather tip over my balls, and teased the huge, blood engorged head of my cock. She continued this cruel torment for a couple of minutes, and as wave after wave of both pleasure and pain flooded over me I was quickly approaching an unstoppable orgasm. To my surprise when I finally did explode, spewing my hot, thick sperm all over the floor, it was because my striking young daughter's riding crop bit into my flesh and forced me to cum. As the last drops of my climax dripped off the end of my cock, Erica tossed the crop aside, grabbed a handful of my hair, and yanked me to my feet. "I want you in my bedroom tomorrow morning at eight o'clock," she purred super seductively, while pulling my head back, still forcing me to look into her gorgeous, emerald green eyes. "And I would suggest daddy that you get a good night's sleep, because you're definitely going to need it. Now clean up this fucking mess." And with that she threw me across the room and left. I walked into Erica's bedroom at exactly eight o'clock the next morning, and was shocked to see a naked, heavily muscled stud on his stomach, on her bed, his head between her super shapely legs. He was slowly running his tongue along the entire length of her sizzling young slit, and that's when I realized that she was still sleeping. He was for all intents and purposes her alarm clock, and it wasn't long before she began to stir. "Good morning daddy," she purred sensuously while looking up at me, as she reached out to firmly grab her playmates massive cock. "Good morning Mistress," I replied. "If you'll excuse me for just a few moments," she whispered. Then a split second later she rolled over on top of her bed mate, drilled his huge cock effortlessly into her dripping vagina, ground her lushly curved hips viciously against his and raped him. She then rolled back over once he was momentarily drained and patted the side of the bed. "Come here sweetheart," she whispered. Of course I instantly obeyed and was soon sitting next to the breathtaking young Goddess, my cock throbbing painfully between my legs. "How did you sleep last night," she asked, as she reached for my straining erection. "Good," I said. "Although only for a few hours." "How come?" "Because I spent most of the night thinking about you, and what was going to happen this morning." "You poor thing," she laughed, while squeezing my manhood. "Were you worried that I was going to continue with you this morning where I left off last night." "Yes Mistress." "Well let's just say that that will all depend on you, and Jason," she cooed, while reaching out to re-grasp his enormous hard-on. "Have you ever sucked another man's cock daddy?" she asked. A question that sent a bolt of sheer terror surging through my very soul. "No Mistress!" "You will this morning," she whispered. "Jason would just love to cum in someone's mouth, and I want it to be yours." Then before I could even react she forcefully grabbed a handful of my hair, and pulled me across her striking young body until my face was just inches from her lovers cock. "Suck it," she demanded. I couldn't believe this was happening. I had no idea what to do, when suddenly Erica violently twisted my head and forced me to look at her. "Did you not hear the fucking order I just gave you," she said sternly "Yes Mistress," I groaned, humiliated. "I heard it." "Then I would suggest you obey that order," she said. "Because if you don't daddy, I swear I will break every bone in your fucking body. Do you understand me?" "Yes Mistress," I gasped. "Now suck his cock," she growled, while letting go of my hair. Without hesitation and with the full realization that Erica could easily crush me with her bare hands I reached out and grabbed the base of Jason's massive penis and began to swirl my tongue around his huge blood engorged cock head. "That's it," she whispered super seductively, as I began to attack his manhood more forcefully. "That thing looks absolutely fantastic in your mouth." Although I was disgusted with what I was doing I managed to blot it out of my mind by closing my eyes and concentrating on the fact that I could taste Erica as I consumed his manhood, since her juices were all over it. When he finally did explode in orgasm I tried to swallow as much as I could, but there was just too much. Holding his cock in my mouth Erica expertly caressed his balls milking him of his sperm until he was completely drained. Only then did she allow his penis to slip from my mouth, and as it did a considerable amount of his cum dripped onto Erica's sizzling slit. Which she then forced us both to lick up. I was then dismissed by my extraordinary young daughter while she took Jason into the shower with her. That's where I found him about forty-five minutes later. He was unconscious, lying on his back on the tiled floor, still wet. His cock was devoid of any color, lying limply against his leg. His massively muscled chest had been ripped to shreds by Erica's huge, steel hard nipples, and he was barely alive. Seeing him lying there knowing that he had been destroyed by a girl who was still in high school was just to much for me to take, and as a result I just exploded in an uncontrollable orgasm spewing my cum all over his worn out body. I hope you enjoyed this story. Please tell me what you think about Erica and the way she treats her father.