Sean Harris - Annie_s Dirty Diary

Each movement excited the girl more. But it just wasn’t enough. The artificial phallus wasn’t really satisfying to the girl.

Desperately, she grabbed the tire pump and began stroking the handle up and down, injecting air into her sex excited vagina. She felt herself swelling inside. She seemed lighter, dizzier. And then she stopped pumping and she watched her cunt lips flutter as the air phizzed out of her throbbing hole.

Slowly Annie pulled the hose out of her cunt. It was shiny with her sex juice.

Gingerly she held it up her face and smelled the odor. That was strong and pungent. And when she licked the hose her mouth was filled with the acrid taste of her own sex.

Annie wanted to cry. She needed to be fucked, now! And she knew she couldn’t live without it. She just had to have it! She had to!

Bob Preston had been sleeping fitfully. His sleep was the result of a guilty conscience at the very least. That and a hard prick. Whatever he did, he couldn’t seem to get it down-at least, not since his daughter had fondled it and stroked it into ejaculation with her mouth.

So the cry in his garage workroom that went unnoticed by his wife managed to reach his conscious mind and he struggled awake out of a half sleep. Pulling on his bathrobe and picking up a flashlight from the night table, he walked barefooted down the stairs and let himself quietly out of the house.

The leaves on the grass crackled loudly under foot in the darkened yard. There was a slight breeze carrying with it the salty odor of the ocean. For the first time, Bob Preston thought of the possibility that the noise was made by a prowler. The thought made him cautious and he tried to creep more quietly on his bare feet through the grass.

When he cracked open the door of his workroom, though, he forgot all such thoughts. Because sprawled out in his favorite chair was his twelve-year-old daughter, masturbating with the hose on his tire pump.

Bob Preston was struck speechless. His beautiful little daughter had her face contorted into expressions of lust that he’d never imagined possible. She sprawled lewdly in the chair and the black hose was rammed savagely in and out of her tender pink twat by her hand. Her toes curled and uncurled in unison to the stroking she was giving her cunt. Saliva leaked from the corners of her lips. Her glazed and unseeing eyes were flat brown and burned with an inner light.

Bob Preston let himself in the door and closed it behind him, staring in shock as he heard his daughter muttering, “Fuck, fuck, fuck meeeee,” in a desperate tone of voice, almost a whine, that he had never heard her utter before.

And then she was furiously pumping the tire pump handle and he could also hear the wail of escaping air from between her clenching cunt lips. When the girl took the wet hose and put it in her mouth, her father knew he had to do something. Anything.

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.