Daddy's Little Girl  
by Musclehead



"Man, who the fuck is that?" Richard Beamer was talking to himself as he
looked out over the beach from the balcony of his room at the luxury hotel.
Down below, on a beach filled with luscious bodies in tiny bathing suits, he
had zeroed in on the one that was somewhat more covered up. The woman running
along the edge of the water in shorts and a tee shirt had caught his
attention.

In spite of showing less skin, he could tell immediately that her body was far
superior to any other out there. And she was running fast, her long dark hair
flowing behind her, her powerful legs propelling her quickly out of sight.
"Gotta find out who that was," he thought to himself. Richard was a total
babehound. Actually, he was a total pig. There are plenty of guys out there
that would qualify as babehounds simple because they love hot women while
still exhibiting respect for them.

Richard didn't care about anyone but himself. And he used his positions in
management of the big company to get what he wanted. He had brought the
employees under him, and their families to this beach resort for a "get to
know you" four day weekend. It seemed like a nice thing to do on the surface,
but Richard had every intention of coercing sexual favors of any attractive
spouse or daughter, (if she was of age), by threatening the future employment
of the husband, (or father). There weren't that many females under his
command, and only one of them was good looking enough to warrant his
attention.

Sandra Hingle had gotten her raise and promotion by sleeping with Richard. No,
she wasn't one of those women who willfully use their sexuality to get what
they want. He had threatened to terminate her if she didn't cooperate, and in
the bad economy, she really didn't want to be out job hunting. But she was
wracked with guilt, especially since she had been promoted over Frank Day, who
was in line for the job she got, much more qualified, and on top of it all, he
was a good guy, who had always been nice to Sandra, and had always treated her
with respect as an equal. Frank was a widower with two young adult children.

Richard, we'll call him Dick from now on, an appropriate name, started looking
around the beach again after the runner woman with the incredible body
disappeared over the horizon. His eyes came to rest one the volleyball court
where a woman and a man were playing doubles against two men. It was Sandra.
She looked real good in her bikini, being quite fit and actually a pretty good
volleyball player. She and her partner were handling the two men on the other
side pretty well.

"Well," Dick thought to himself, "there's always Sandra, if I don't find any
other prospects. She was a good fuck, and she knows that I'll fire her at any
time if she doesn't put out." Dick played some volleyball, and thought he was
a better player than he actually was. He changed into his swimtrunks and
headed down to the beach. When he got to the court, there was a guy who was
looking for a partner and was second in line for a game so Dick hooked up with
the guy.

Sandra and her partner won the game and held the court. The couple that was up
next seemed to appear out of nowhere and walked out on the court. It was her,
the woman who had been running. Dick had an instant boner. She was quite
muscular, not like a bodybuilder, but certainly very powerful looking, moreso
than your typical fitness athlete. She had very board shoulders, tapering to a
lean hard waist, flaring out to slim but powerful hips, a hard round ass and
strong, shapely legs. Her arms were strong looking, a vein running down the
biceps and triceps quite noticeable even in repose.

Dick liked athletic women, and this woman was the very definition of athletic
looking. But Dick also like breasts, and this woman's were world class,
sitting high and proud on her strong chest. In a nutshell, this young woman
was all curves and muscles and tits and ass. She was as hot as they come, but
she didn't act that way.

The guy she was with was also very athletic, a sort of stereotype California
beachboy, even though they were in Alabama. The two were facially very similar
and even though he had blond hair and her's was very dark, Dick figured that
they were brother and sister, which they were. He was six feet, she was about
five eight. Sandra and her partner looked like they didn't stand a chance,
which they didn't.

While Dick was trying to figure out a way to score with this awesome chick, he
watched them dismantle their opponents, who were pretty good players, but
clearly out of their league. The guy pounded the ball so hard that he was
un-diggable. The beautiful hot girl was superb on defense, and while she
didn't pound the ball as hard as her brother, she actually jumper higher than
him, hovering, her head and shoulders completely above the net, and, with a
quick snap of the wrist, hitting the ball over the guy's block to an open spot
on the court, with enough zip that it was down before Sandra could react,
every time.

When it came time for the beauty and her brother to play Dick and as partner,
Dick had left. Sarah made a comment to the girl as to how she was so good and
that Dick probably wouldn't want to be shown up by a girl. "Tell me more,"
said the young female Tarzan, and they walked off down the beach, Sandra
telling her story about Dick, clearly needing to vent.

Later that evening, Dick had reserved a private room for all the employees and
their families. No one who worked for him had any allusions that he was being
magnanimous, but they were all making the best of it. Frank and Sandra got to
chatting, he not holding any grudge against her, suspicious of Dick with
regards to her promotion. Suddenly, the room went somewhat quiet. She had just
walked in, the beautiful volleyball player. She was wearing tight, low cut
jeans and a tanktop, short enough that a few inches of her hard hips and abs
were showing, and tight enough to really showcase those awesome tits, and
emphasize the broadness and roundness of her shoulders and muscles of her
arms.

The shirt had a logo that said "Daddy's Little Girl" with a line drawing of a
female bodybuilder off to the side. The blond guy was with her. Frank came
over and took the beauty by the hand and introduced her and her brother to
Dick. "This is my daughter, Stacey and my son, Trevor. Dick's mind was
instantly in high gear.

As the reception wore on, he finally had a chance to talk to her alone. He
wasted no time. "I'll bet you'd like it if your Dad could earn more money."

"Of course."

"You look very athletic."

"You know I am. You saw me play volleyball. Why did you leave? Were you afraid
I'd show you up?"

"Nnnno. I got a business call, that's all. Listen, why don't you come to my
room later and we'll talk about how your father can get his raise."

"What's the room number?"

At eleven, Stacey knocked on the door of the penthouse. Dick answered, wearing
shorts and a tanktop. She had also changed into shorts, really short cutoffs,
and had removed her bra and tied her tanktop under her magnificent, gravity
defying breasts. Even though he was reasonably fit, the similar outfits served
to highlight how much better built she was than he, although it only dawned on
him that she was hot. She chuckled to herself. "Does he think his body
impresses me?" she thought.

"Now where were we? Oh, yes, you look very athletic. You jumped really well
but you didn't hit the ball that hard."

"I didn't have to."

"Neither did your brother, but he hit it really hard anyway."

"Trust me. I can hit harder than him."

"That would be something to see. What other sports do you do?"

"I've done just about everything."

"I'll bet you're good at them all. I'll bet you're a great fuck."

"I am and I really am." She paused for a minute. "Man, you're not very subtle.
I'm sure you probably think I'm some kind of bimbo, but rest assured, I'm as
smart as I am good looking. You want to fuck me, and you'll give my Dad a
raise if I fuck you. Right?"

"Right."

"How about a promotion too?"

"If you're good."

"Oh, I'm good. I'm way beyond good."

"One more thing. How old are you?"

"I'm sixteen and a half."

"Oh, fuck. You look to be mid-twenties. But, no raise for your Dad. You better
go."

"Don't worry, Silly. We're in Alabama. The age of consent is sixteen. And
besides, by the time we're done, you'll be think that sixteen is not how old I
am, but how many years of sexual experience I've had. I'm that good."

Dick was just about shaking with excitement as he slowly backed toward the
bed, Stacey seductively and gently touching his chest. As the back of his legs
touched the bed, she pushed and he fell onto the bed on his back. Stacey stood
before him and slid her shorts off, wiggling her muscular hips to help the
tight daisy dukes down, standing there in her tanktop and a thong with the
logo, "Your lucky Day" emblazoned across the tiny patch of material. Suddenly,
she jumped on his chest, straddling it, with her knees bent, her lower legs
back. She pulled her top over her head and Dick gasped as the most perfect
breasts in the world popped into view, thrusting out off deep pecs, nipples
stiffening as Stacy was already getting worked up over what was about to
happen.

She twisted around and in one swift move, tore his shorts right off him and as
she turned back, he was reaching up to fondle those amazing tits. Instantly,
she grabbed his wrists and stopped him cold.

"Wow. You're pretty strong for a girl."

"No. I'm pretty strong, period ... ... Sandra said you like it rough."

"Sandra? What?" before he could say another word, she slammed his wrists to
the mattress, bringing her perfect breasts quickly down onto his face, then
started twisting her shoulders back and forth pummeling his face with her
tits. Her breasts were so firm that Dick couldn't enjoy it because they almost
felt like fists hitting him in rapid fire succession. But Stacey sure was
enjoying it, her sensitive nipples bringing her to a strong orgasm after a few
moments. As she achieved her climax, her battering got more and more forceful.
Just when Dick thought she might actually knock him out with just her tits,
she suddenly sat up, panting wildly, looking down at him with an almost
animalistic stare, a look so intense that Dick suddenly started to jerk and
twitch, involuntarily starting to have his own moment.

But before it could even get started, a strong hand reached back, grabbing his
shaft and squeezing so hard, his orgasm stopped instantly. As he moaned in
disappointment, Stacy leaped forward from her kneeling position and planted
her crotch on his head, still covered with the fabric of her thong underwear,
and began to grind herself against his face, a face that was already red and
sore from the battering her tits had given.

Stacy leaned forward and pushed down hard, wiggling around until his nose
found her pussy, and then slamming up and down on him with frightening power,
and sometimes leaning back, fondling her beautiful breasts as she blankly
stared at the ceiling, bringing her thighs in and crushing against the sides
of his head as she gyrated about. She had several magnificent orgasms, the
last one so intense that Dick feared for his well being as her pussy, thighs
and rock hard ass worked his head like a human jack-hammer.

Finally, she stopped for a minute and slid back onto his chest as he gulped
for air. Looking down at him with total disdain, she spoke between pants, "I
can be much rougher than you, 'cause I'm much stronger."

"Can we try another position?"

"Sure. How's this?" She leaped forward again, to the same spot, and quickly
arched back, looking above her head, finding her target, grabbing his ankles
and sitting back up, folding his overmatched body as she came up. "There how's
that. This is another position. I like it, do you?" As she started to fuck his
face again, hearing his faint moans of pain, muffled by her sweet crotch, she
decided to add to his pain, pushing his legs out to the sides in a split,
stretching tendons and ligaments farther than they had ever gone, re-assuring
herself that her arms were much stronger than his legs.

As she pushed out, farther and farther, his screams into her pussy sent her
over the top again, bouncing up and down with such ferociousness that
somewhere in her sex addled mind, it occurred to her that she could kill him
with her bare hands and her not yet bare pussy. The mere thought of her power
over him propelled her to an even higher level arousal. As she achieved yet
another sexual high, his struggles stopped.

She got off him and went over to a mirror, staring at her perfect, strong
body, the absolute embodiment of sexual power. After a few minutes, he
stirred, eventually sitting up. As he looked over at this stunning young
beauty, she turned around and staring at him, ripped her panties off, exposing
a beautiful shaved pussy, glistening with moisture, seemingly almost twitching
with anticipation as to what she was gonna go next.

"Was that rough enough for you?"

"No more, please, give me a break."

"Did you give Sandra a break? She's a fit woman, but not as strong as the man
who beat her up during sex, sex that was coerced. And since my father couldn't
offer you sex, he didn't get a raise, so you went after his daughter. You
filthy pig. You were going to use me even when you thought I was just sixteen.
Well, I'm not. I'm eighteen, but I'm still Daddy's little girl, just like my
shirt said. And, unlike Sandra, I am stronger than you. Actually, I'm way
stronger. And I'm just getting started."

"No, please. Mercy."

"Let's try another position." She came at him grabbing him by the arm before
he could react, and whipped him across the room. He rolled onto his back just
in time to see her powerful body in mid-air, pouncing on him like a tiger onto
its prey. She spun around so she was facing his feet and planted that sweet
pussy where she wanted it once again, on his face. There was no way this
fuckhead was going to be lucky enough to have his dick in her pussy. No,
tonite, she was going to fuck his face for as long as she wanted, and there
was absolutely nothing he could do to stop her.

While she rode him like a bucking bronco, alternately twisting limbs the wrong
way, so much stronger than him that it was like she was bending pipe cleaners.
After several very satisfying orgasms, she got up and dragged him back to the
bed, sitting on the edge and positioning him in front of her on his knees,
before slamming his face right back where she wanted it. She left his arm's
free so that he could try to fight back, knowing that his futile attempts
would only serve to emphasize how much stronger she was.

Leaning forward, bending his neck back as she went, she again grabbed his
ankles and lifted him up, folding him in half yet again, this time backwards.
As he began to struggle, she arched her back, and leaned until the top of her
head was touching the mattress. Dick was screaming loudly into her pussy now,
flailing his arms, landing an occasional blow on her all powerful body.

She barely noticed, and at some point his ineffectual efforts were more
annoying than arousing, so she quickly let go of his legs, bent his arms
behind his back and secured them by wrapping her legs around the outside of
his torso. Her thick inner thighs were pushing inward on his ribcage while her
lower legs held his arms in place. His head was still secured in her crotch as
she re-grasped his ankles, this time as she pulled his body painfully
backwards, she was also bending him across her legs. She pushed into the small
of his back with her calves as she pulled ever harder.

She flattened her back out onto the mattress and rolled back somewhat onto her
upper back and shoulders. Lifting her butt off the bed, she held him
suspended, upside down, folded in half the wrong way and having his skull and
upper body crushed as she hit yet new sexual heights. Dick finally passed out
from the pain and sensing that she had totally destroyed this pathetic
creature, she threw him onto the floor, got dress and left him lying in a
broken heap as she went to find Sandra tell her about the night's events.

She found Sandra fucking her Dad. She was kind of glad that they had hooked
up. Sandra seemed very nice and she was physically quite attractive. And her
father had been quite lonely since her Mom had died. So while she was happy
for them, she still had some pent up energy. She decided to head back to
Dick's room and finish what she started.

When she got there the door was still open so she walked in and found him
sitting on the floor, somewhat recovered. His face was all bruised and
swollen. She laughed at the thought that he looked like he had been in a
boxing match and she had done all that damage with just her breasts and her
pussy. She stripped down again and he just sat there frozen in fear even as
his dick got harder than it had ever been in his life.

"Don't move and don't touch yourself. If I can make you come without touching
yourself, my Dad gets a 50% raise. Sandra, too. She started to run her hands
up and down her awesome body, caressing her boobs, pinching her nipples,
moaning with pleasure as she ran her fingers up and down her hard abs, over
her muscular arms, down her legs, never lingering anywhere for long. Soon, she
brought herself off, just by turning herself all over her amazing body. As she
moaned with pleasure, Dick came so hard he almost fainted, shooting his semen
into the air and all over the carpet.

She dropped to her knees and crawled over to him as he shook with fear. "If I
can make you come again, you give up your job to my father, and if you renege,
I'll break every bone in your body with my bare hands. And then I will
suffocate you with my pussy. Have you ever come again within five minutes?"

He shook his head no. "Do you think I'm the hottest woman you've ever seen?"
He shook his head yes. "Does it turn you on that I'm so much stronger than you
that I can do anything I want to you and you can do absolutely nothing to stop
me?" Again, he nodded in the affirmative. "But you're scared to death of me."
Another nod. She leaned forwards, gently spreading his legs and started
rubbing her awesome boobs on his stiff dick, her breasts almost as firm as his
member was hard. Soon he was moaning with pleasure.

Stacy kept rubbing, but looked up at his ecstatic face. "How about a nice blow
job?"

"Ohhh, yes." She knew that he had forced Sandra to suck his dick even when she
didn't want to. Still gently holding his legs, she suddenly poured on the
power and as a shocked Dick opened his mouth in surprise, she folded him in
half, shoved his dick into his own mouth, wrapped his arms around the back of
his legs, grabbing both his wrists in one hand. This amazing woman had his
entire body under her control with one hand, his dick shoved into his mouth as
she hovered over him, sticking a finger from her other hand into her pussy.

It was so overwhelmingly erotic, her beauty, her sexuality, her dominance and
her overpowering strength that when she achieved her climax, Dick pumped so
much semen into his own mouth that he was gagging and choking as she let him
go, and his exhausted body flopped to the floor, his world destroyed in just a
few short hours. She got up and as she walked out, she called over her
shoulder, "Remember, what I did to you tonight will be nothing compared to the
pain I will cause you if you don't do what I say. Just think of the idea of a
sexual encounter ending with you never being able to use your arms or legs for
the rest of your life.

The following week, Frank and Sandra were promoted to management positions and
Dick left the company. Frank and Sandra decided to keep their relationship
platonic so that there would be no complications with work. Stacey started
training Sandra with weights, teaching her the pleasures of becoming strong
enough to be able to overwhelm a man sexually because she's stronger. Sandra
was a quick study and had good genetics and after 3 months, she went for a
return visit with a certain Richard Beamer. That night fe found new meaning in
the phrase "paybacks are hell".