In the shadowy lull of a muggy summer afternoon, the scent of freshly cut grass wafted through the open window, melding with the faint aroma of sweat and desperation that permeated the air. Little did the neighbors know that a silent bargain was being struck in the confines of number 42, Elm Street. The door to the den, slightly ajar, revealed the unassuming silhouette of a young girl, kneeling before the towering form of a man whose shadow loomed large over her small frame. Her eyes were fixed on the prize—a glossy, untouched iPhone 12, its screen reflecting the hope and greed that danced in her pupils.
Her name was Casey, a girl of thirteen with a penchant for the latest gadgets and a burning desire to fit in with her peers. Her father, a man known for his stern demeanor and unyielding grip on the purse strings, had set forth an offer she couldn’t refuse. It was a transaction as old as time, wrapped in the guise of familial bonding, yet as twisted as the vines that choked the trees in their overgrown backyard.
Her heart raced as she took him in her tiny hand, his warmth and the pulse of his arousal sending a thrill through her that was both terrifying and exhilarating. The head of his cock, engorged and glistening with precum, stared back at her like the eye of a hungry beast. Casey knew what she had to do. This was the price of belonging, the toll she had to pay for the shiny apple that dangled before her, the one that promised her a place in the digital Eden of her dreams.
With a deep breath, she leaned in, her pink, glossed lips parting to reveal a mouth that had never before been privy to such an act. Her father’s hand found its way to the back of her head, gently guiding her closer, his breath hot and ragged with anticipation. He was a man accustomed to getting what he wanted, and Casey, eager to please, was about to grant his wish.
The moment her mouth closed around him, she felt the weight of his expectations, heavy and palpable, pressing down upon her. Yet, she persisted, driven by a hunger for acceptance that transcended the revulsion that bubbled in her stomach. She bobbed her head, tentative at first, her eyes never leaving the prize on the table. Each movement grew bolder, each suck more confident, as she honed her technique under his tutelage. His groans grew louder, his grip on her hair tighter, and she took it as a sign of approval, a perverse symphony of power and desire that played out between them.
The salty tang of him filled her mouth, the taste foreign and overwhelming. But Casey’s eyes remained glued to the prize. She swirled her tongue, applied just the right amount of pressure, and took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. Above her, her father’s face was a picture of ecstasy, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.
The room was a cocoon of tension and need, the only sounds the wet, rhythmic noises of her suckling and his increasingly labored breathing. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the promise of a new phone, a heady cocktail that intoxicated her even as it repulsed her.
As she worked, Casey felt a strange sense of power, a heady thrill at holding his gratification in her mouth. It was a power that came with a cost, one she was willing to pay for the sweet taste of victory. Her hand slipped under her skirt, finding her own wetness that had blossomed in response to the forbidden nature of their act.
Her father’s hips began to buck, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. Casey knew she was close to achieving her goal, the prize just moments away from being hers. She doubled her efforts, her mouth moving faster, her hand working in tandem beneath her skirt. The room spun with the intensity of it all, the line between disgust and desire blurring into oblivion.
Finally, with a guttural roar, he released his hot, thick seed into the cavern of her mouth. Casey’s eyes watered and she gagged slightly, but she managed to swallow every last drop, the bitter taste of his cum a stark reminder of the deal she had made. The power dynamic shifted in that moment, her father’s grip on her hair loosening as his body relaxed in the throes of orgasm.
For a brief second, she felt a sense of triumph, her hand still cupped between her legs, her own pleasure building to a crescendo. But it was quickly replaced by a cold, sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. What had she just done? Her mind raced with the implications of their exchange, the gravity of the situation settling in like a dark fog.
Her father’s chest heaved as he looked down at her, a smug smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He leaned back in his chair, his cock now limp and glistening with her saliva. “Good girl,” he murmured, patting her head like one would a well-trained pet. Casey’s hand retreated from under her skirt, the warmth of her own arousal suddenly feeling cold and dirty.
With trembling fingers, she reached for the phone, her eyes never leaving her father’s as she took it into her possession sense of triumph, the taste of victory mingling with the bitter aftertaste of his cum. But the silence that followed was deafening, filled only with the sound of their heavy breathing and the distant hum of a lawnmower outside. The reality of what she had just done crashed down upon her like a leaden curtain, stealing her breath and leaving her trembling.
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Her father looked down at her, his expression a mix of satisfaction and something akin to pride, his hand still a bargain struck, a resting on the back of her secret shared that would forever alter the landscape head. “Good girl,” he murmured of their relationship. The phone felt heav, his voice thick with lustier than it ever had, the cold. “You’ve earned it.” metal a stark contrast to the sticky He reached down and took the phone, residue of her father’s l placing it in her hand, his thumbust that still coated her lips. brushing over her knuckles in
Casey stood up, her a gesture that sent a shiver down knees wobbly, and made her spine.
Casey nodded, her eyes wide and unblinking. She knew what he meant. From this day forward, she was his to use, to trade, to bargain with. But she had made her choice, and she would deal with the consequences. As she left the room, the echo of his laughter following her, she clutched the phone tightly, the cold metal a stark contrast to the warm, sticky mess in the corners of her mouth. The price of acceptance was steep, but she had paid it willingly. And now, she had the key to a kingdom where she could be queen!
I promise Daddy- I’m a very good girl!
Casey <3
