my skin. The halter-style top tied in back, with two ribbons cascading down my bare skin to my waist, where the skirt of the dress clung to my ass in the most flattering way imaginable. The skirt was a good two inches above my knees, my bronzed legs set off by strappy silver high heels.
But the focus of my dress was definitely the bodice, which carefully concealed what it needed to, but little else. The top was cut to reveal my cleavage to its best advantage, with silver sequins dancing across the material directly covering my breasts. My long blond hair was carefully arranged on top of my head, revealing the pretty diamond earrings and matching necklace my dad had given me a couple of years ago, for my 10th birthday. I couldn't have looked better if I had tried.
Billy couldn't keep his hands off of me, and I reveled in the attention even as I tried to keep him from obviously groping me on the dance floor. It was a magical evening, one I never wanted to end. So when Billy suggested we return to our favorite place and park for awhile, I happily agreed.
He untied my halter and revealed my bare breasts, puffy silver-dollar-sized areolas a dark brown-pink against the creamy white of my perfectly round tits, thick pink nipples already hardening in the moonlight.
Dipping his head, he kissed first one, then the other, teasing me with his tongue. I squirmed with impatience as he removed his jacket and unbuttoned his own tuxedo shirt, then lay on top of me, my naked breasts crushed against his bare, muscular chest. We stayed like that for several minutes, kissing passionately.
Billy suddenly pulled back.
“I have to unzip my pants. I don't want to rush you if you're not ready, but I'm so hard and these rented clothes are so tight…”
I told him, “Billy, we can't have sex tonight, I'm sorry. But I don't want to stop yet either, so do what you have to-and hurry.”
He grinned and removed the restraining cummerbund, then unfastened his tuxedo pants. In the dim light in his truck, I could only barely see his erection, but I estimated that it was well over six inches long. As much as I wanted him, I couldn't imagine anything like that fitting inside of me, so I was glad I had already said no to sex!
Billy pushed my skirt up and spread my legs so he could lie between them. Through my panties, I felt his cock rubbing against the length of my slit. It was exquisite, and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he kissed me again, lightly pinching my nipples. Without realizing what I was doing, I began moving my hips against him, seeking more and more contact with his hard cock even as my panties worked as a cloth chastity belt.
I reached down with my hand and stroked him tentatively. His skin was velvety soft, but so hot and hard! I found the spongy, bulbous head of his cock fascinating, and ran my fingers over it-but only once. That small contact was all he could handle, and Billy suddenly came, spurting semen all over my hands and my panties.
He groaned and apologized, obviously embarrassed by his lack of control. But I suddenly realized what my dad had been checking my panties for-and knew that he would never believe that I was a virgin now. Still laying on me, Billy reached for his glove compartment and found some napkins. He cleaned himself off as I wiped my hand. I tried to wipe it off of my panties, but they were already saturated with his sperm. . I hadn't told him about Dad's panty checks because it was so humiliating, so I couldn't tell him why I was nervous. He seemed to think I was mad at him and kept apologizing. All of the good feelings from earlier were gone, and I was terrified about what my dad would do to punish me when he saw my panties.
Dad was waiting when I opened the front door. I watched his face as he looked at my rumpled dress and disheveled hair-his anger and disappointment washing over me as tears came to my eyes. I tensed as he approached me, and was shocked when he yanked the ribbon holding up my bodice.
My tits spilled out of my dress and he shook his head. Before I could cover myself, he grabbed both of my nipples with vise-like fingers, pinching my sensitive tips so hard that I screamed. He dropped one breast, but remained clamped to the other, and slapped the tender flesh of my breast several times before letting go. He repeated the process on the other breast. Looking down, I could see my nipples, hard and enflamed to a deep crimson, and the hot-pink marks that showed an imprint from every time he struck my tits.
He said, “So you think your body is a plaything to be dressed up, so you look like a streetwalker? Do you want me to play with you like your cunt-chasing boyfriend?”
I shook my head and said, “Daddy, I promise you, I'm still a virgin. But you can't keep doing this to me. It's wrong.”
Before he could grab me again, I turned and fled, kicking off my silver heels as I went. My dress was slipping down my hips, tits bouncing freely as I raced up the stairs to my bedroom.
Locking my door, I quickly stripped off what remained of my clothes, then grabbed my soiled panties. I took them to my private bathroom, which luckily was adjacent to my bedroom. Still sobbing, I scrubbed the panties until all evidence of the night's activities was erased then hid them in the bottom of my clothes hamper. I tenderly massaged my throbbing breasts and started to shake as I pictured my dad handling me that way. I climbed into my shower and scrubbed my skin as vigorously as I had my undergarments, but the dirty feeling never left me. I toweled off and brushed my hair, then wrapped my robe around me.
When I stepped out of my bathroom door, I discovered my dad waiting for me, smiling in a cold but triumphant way. He slapped me so hard that I spun around and went weak in the knees. He grabbed my arms, and for a second, I thought he was trying to steady me. But he had other things in mind.
Dad pulled the belt off of my robe, leaving my only article of clothing hanging open from my naked body, then bound my wrists together behind my back with the terrycloth cord.
Dad flung me to the foot of my bed, where I bounced a few times before landing on my back. I was seeing stars after that slap, and the entire side of my face stung. The tinny taste of blood flooded my mouth. For the third time that night, I started to cry. What had happened to the dad I knew and loved? The one who had comforted me when my mom left, and worked so hard to be my protector?
I brought myself back to my present situation.
My “protector” was securing my ankles to the foot of my bed, so my legs were spread open with my ass nearly hanging off of the end of the mattress. I struggled to sit up, but as I was lying on my bound arms, I couldn't get much leverage.
Quietly, I asked, “Daddy, what are you doing?”
He stood up and walked around my bed, then lay down beside me. Stroking my face and hair, he smiled at me like he used to when I had nightmares.
He said, “Oh, princess. I think you're turning into a slut, but I'm not sure. So I'm going to just do a check of your little pussy, to make sure you're as innocent as you say you are.”
I no longer trusted him, but what could I do? I was completely at his mercy. My robe only covered my arms and shoulders at this point, so I was essentially naked and waiting for Dad to do his worst.
Dad stood up and picked up several pillows from the head of my bed, then slid his hand underneath my ass, lifting me up as he put them beneath my hips. Now, my legs were painfully bent as the center of me was lifted even higher, apparently to give my dad even easier access to me.
Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes as Dad overturned my wastepaper basket and centered it at the foot of my bed. When he sat down on the makeshift stool, he was nearly hidden from my view.
I felt his breath against the wispy hairs at the top of my pussy and cringed.
Dad said, “I'm going to feel inside you for your hymen. But I don't want this to hurt you, sweetheart. So first, I'll stimulate you a bit and demonstrate why you don't want to waste your time on fumbling boys who don't know the first thing about your body.”
I didn't reply, so he continued speaking.
“This is called the labia.”
I just closed my eyes as one of his fingers lightly traced the soft exterior folds of my pussy. Ever so slowly, he caressed my outer lips, which suddenly felt warm and almost swollen. The finger dipped slightly deeper.
Dad said, “Next come your inner lips. I bet they will be a little wet by now, won't they, my sweet girl?”
He was right; I was getting wet despite how scared and embarrassed I was. I felt fingers gently pulling open my most sensitive place. Almost exactly as before, Dad now lightly traced the inside of my lips.
Then he touched a place I had only recently discovered myself. The intense pleasure made me jump.
He said, “That's your clitoris, little one. I'm going to show you how good it will make you feel.”
Two fingers plucked at my clit, strumming me like a guitar. The air was growing heavy with the musky-sweet scent of my sex. I was crying out for more without realizing I was making any noise at all. Dad changed his tempo
