Forced Forever

Forced by the Single Dad

Forced by the Single Dad

"Ok, well, baby's down for the night, so I guess I'm gonna go home," I said to Jason.

Jason is the widower I babysit for her. I used to babysit for him when his wife was still alive, but now that she's gone, I think I'm the main female presence in his life. Which is why he fixates his soft blue eyes on me now, and smiles.

"Sure you don't want to stay for dinner? I can even whip up a vegan meal for you. I've been practicing with my handy vegan cookbook."

He held up the cookbook titled, "Quick Vegan Recipes Even Your Dad Can Make". I laughed softly, and shook my head.

"No, Mr. Stevens. I've got to get home and study for my first big college algebra test."

I had to look up at him when I spoke, because he's around 5'8". and I'm only 5'2". He's not a tall man by most standards, but for me, just about everyone is tall!

Jason patted his slight belly that had only just begun forming after his wife died and the pressures of single dad life had started to sink in. I used to have naughty thoughts about him at night, back when he worked out more. But I stopped seeing him that way because I knew it was inappropriate for me to even fantasize about. I didn't want to think about it so much that I tried to make it happen or something!

But I'm just a normal girl, with a normal crush, and I can't help but notice that his belly had begun to protrude over his tight jeans a little now. It was still small, but considering he was the only man I saw on a regular basis, I was more than aware of when it began to grow.

"That's right, Sarah," he said. "You'd better study!"

I smiled at him, and pulled my car keys out of my purse.

"Thanks for the offer of dinner," I said. "Maybe some other time."

"Anytime you want," he said with a grin.

I waved goodbye and headed to my car.

"Sarah, wait a minute!"

I turned around and saw Jason running towards me. When he got right next to me, he leaned on my car and struggled to catch his breath.

"Oh, s**t," he groaned. "I gotta go back to the gym. Or build a home gym or something."

"Maybe you could get a Peloton?" I suggested.

He laughed. "Oh, no. I don't think I could handle a Peloton. Not anymore."

"So, what's up?" I asked.

He placed his hand on my bare arm. I was only wearing a short sleeve t-shirt, and he slipped his hand further up my thin arm, almost near my shoulder. I didn't say anything, because it didn't want to make this more awkward than it already seemed.

"Why don't you come back in with me?" He asked.

"Really, I've gotta go, Mr. Stevens."

I hit the button to unlock my car door. He just kept his hand on me.

"You've grown into a really beautiful young woman. You remind me so much of Bree," he said. He sounded like he was going to cry at the mention of his wife's name. So I just let him keep his hand on me for a few moments.

"She was a lot taller than me," I say. "Then again, so is pretty much everyone."

Jason laughed and let go of my arm. "Yeah, but I've always had a thing for petite girls." He winked at me and that was my cue to pull my arm away from him.

"Okay, Mr. Stevens. Goodnight. I'll see you tomorrow night, okay?"

He stepped away from my car and waved sadly to me.

"Alright, sweetie. See you tomorrow." He turned around and walked back to his house, and I breathed a sigh of relief. There had been many awkward moments like that in the last six months. He was over twice my age though. A forty two year old man shouldn't have been putting his hands on a girl who just turned eighteen.

I got into my car and drove home, still thinking about Jason and how he had looked at me.

"Maybe I should quit," I whispered to myself. "It's getting too weird for me."

But I liked babysitting his son Kirby. And Jason had given me an insane ten dollar an hour pay increase after Bree died. College is so expensive, and I could get another job, but this one was paying for more than I could have hoped for with just about any other thing I could do. So, there it was. I was trapped in a job that I liked. There are certainly worse things to be trapped in -- like, say, a job that you hate. I decided I could put up with Jason's awkwardness, and laughed to myself as I imagined him sitting at home late at night m**********g to me. The idea that maybe I could help him out by sucking his d**k or something crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed as the crazy idea that it was. No, Jason and I would remain strictly professional, and that meant I could never say yes to dinner.

*

When I got there the next day, I rang the doorbell and Jason let me in. He was wearing tight blue jeans, and a t-shirt that was also more than a little too tight for him. He locked the door behind us after we entered the house.

"Um, yeah, so Sarah -- Kirby isn't here today, actually," Jason said.

"Oh, okay. Well, I'll just go home then," I said.

"Well, why don't we sit and talk for a bit, ok? About Kirby and the job you've been doing. Don't worry. It's nothing bad. I just need to go over some things with you and since he's at his grandma's house tonight, it's a great time to do it."

"Okay, well, sure then," I replied. I followed him into the kitchen and sat down at the small kitchen table. Something smelled really amazing and I watched as Jason opened the oven to take a look at whatever he was cooking.

"That smells amazing," I said. "What is it?"

"It's for you," he said. "I figured we'd have dinner while we talked. I made you a vegan spinach and artichoke souffle."

He turned the oven off, and pulled the dish out of the oven, setting it gently on the counter.

"I'm not really hungry at the moment, and I've got plenty of things I can eat at home. You should save it for yourself. You've been working too hard lately," I said.

He pulled out two bowls, and started dishing them up. When he was finished, he set one in front of me.

"Eat," he insisted. "You're a skinny little thing."

I laughed nervously. "I just have a fast metabolism or something. My mom says I eat more than anyone in our family."

Jason sat down and I just stared at the bowl in front of me. He had made it, so now I felt like I really had to eat it with him. He had tricked me into having dinner with him.

He stared at me, and grinned. "You know I have money, right?" He asked.

"Um, I don't think that's much of my--"

"Well, I have a lot of money I inherited, plus the money I've made from my business. I just like to live simple. That's why we don't have some giant house or anything," he said.

"Ok," I whispered.

"I want to take care of you, Sarah. I'll pay for everything for you from now on -- your tuition, your books, your meals, even your car. Literally everything, okay?"

"Mr. Stevens--"

He stood up and got behind my chair. Soon his hands were on my shoulders, working my tense muscles. I wanted to get up and run, because it felt like something bad was going to happen to me tonight.

"You're going to call me Jason from now on, alright, Sarah?"

"Sir, please don't--you don't have--to massage me," I stuttered.

He pressed his mouth to my ear and whispered: "I want to massage you, so I'm going to do it. Do you understand? I'm going to pay for everything for you from now on. Think of me as your sugar daddy."

He laughed. I felt a lump forming in my throat, and my mouth was getting really dry fast. The fuzz on my arms felt like it was standing up.

"I don't want this. I'd better go, and I think you should find someone else to watch Kirby from now on," I said.

"Nope. You don't get a choice in this," he said. "Because I have something. Remember how you took a shower here a few weeks ago?"

"Yeah, I--just thought it would help with the back pain I was having."

"Well, I've got cameras in my bathroom, sweetie. And I have footage of you leaning against the wall and m**********g in my shower. You were moaning pretty loud."

"Kirby was asleep upstairs, and you weren't home, so I just--ya know--I got carried away. I'm so sorry. Please just let me go home, okay?"

"You're gonna get down on your knees right now and suck my c**k, or I'm going to put that footage on the internet with your name all over it. Just think of how many guys will m**********g over you every single night--"

I stood up fast, and backed away from him. He lunged at me, and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me close against his body. I whimpered as he wrapped his arm around me, and stroked my hair with the other one.

"Please, Mr. Stevens...please...Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I want to f**k you. I want you to be my little f**k doll from now on. I bet you like it rough, don't you?"

"I don't know. I've never had s*x before--" That might have been the worst thing I could say to him, but at the time I wasn't thinking straight. He pulled me in even tighter and chuckled. "Oh, a virgin. Of course. You're a good girl. Always have been. But those days are over for you, because you're going to be a bad girl for me. Now get down on your knees and suck my cock."

He let go of me and I just stood there as tears rolled down my face.

"Do it, Sarah," he growled.

I fell to my knees before him, and pressed my palm to my chest as my heart raced faster than it ever had before.

"Do it!" He bellowed.

There was no telling what he would do to me. I had never thought of Jason as the kind of guy who would want to hurt me, but I had severely misjudged him. And now it felt like I had no choice. I had to suck his cock...

I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He placed his hands over mine and held them for a moment.

"That's a good girl," he said. "Now take my c**k out of my underwear. Just reach in and pull it out, sweetheart."

"I'm not your sweetheart," I replied softly.

He let go of my hands, and I slid his pants down his legs. Then I looked up at the rather large bulge in his pants. Jason was definitely not a small guy when it came to his c**k, and I gulped at the sight of it, trying to imagine how I was ever going to do this. I had watched some p**n once with my best friend Jenna, and I had to look away as the women stuffed these massive c***s into their mouths and then slid all the way down to the base. That wasn't gonna be possible for me.

I peeled Jason's underwear off slowly, and he worked his fingers into my hair and massaged my scalp. It felt good, even though I didn't want it to feel good. There was just nothing I could do about it. It felt good and that's all there was to it.

I got his underwear peeled down enough and his c**k sprung out, pointing straight at me. It was very thick, veiny, and long...too long for me, just like I thought.

I looked up at him with the most pleading expression I could summon. "Mr. Stevens, I don't think I can--"

"Yes, you can," he said. "You will do it, or I'll release the video, you horny little slut."

He scratched his fingernails gently across my scalp. My hands trembled as I reached up and wrapped them both around his c**k.

"That's my girl," he said. "Put your mouth on it."

I closed my eyes, and moved my face towards his c**k. He stopped massaging my scalp, and groaned as I stroked up and down his shaft. I was so slow at it that I didn't know how I could possibly be making him feel good enough to moan like that. I didn't know what the hell I was doing!

I opened my eyes and tried to look up at him, but he pushed my head down. I took the hint, and leaned in closer, getting my tongue out to lick the tip of his c**k.

"That's good. Really good, honey," he said. "Now open your mouth and take it in."

I licked him again and swirled my tongue around, like I had seen the women do in the p**n. Then I opened my mouth, and tears slid down my face as I took his c**k inside of it, sealing my lips around the massive thing. Jason guided my head up and down, moving my mouth along his shaft. At least he took it slow at first, only bringing me down to about the middle.

"That's it. That's so good. You're such a good girl, Sarah."

His c**k's head was slippery from my spit and his pre-c*m. I could smell his musk and it was turning me on. I could feel my cheeks warming and I couldn't believe I was starting to enjoy this. It was like my fantasies of him were flooding back to me in that moment even though I definitely didn't want them to! It was beyond my control though.

Jason grabbed the back of my head with both hands, and thrust forward, slamming his c**k against the back of my throat with sudden powerful force. I choked, and gagged on him, and felt like I was probably gonna throw up. But he didn't care how I was feeling about it. He just kept gliding his c**k along, and slamming it hard against the back of my throat.

"Yeah, f*****g deep throat me, you little s**t," he growled. When he got me down to the base this time, he just held me there, and I struggled to breathe. But I took slow breaths through my nose, and was okay, even though my throat was in pain.

"f*****g take it. f*****g take it," he said.

I did have to admit...even though it was the most terrifying thing I had ever endured...it was turning me on. Even knowing that it was wrong to be turned on by this, I couldn't help myself. Self hatred started to creep in, and all I could think was "Why the f**k are you letting him do this to you? And why is your p***y getting so f*****g wet right now? What's wrong with you, you little s**t?"

"Mmmm, I'm gonna c*m in your mouth. You're not gonna stop sucking me, you dirty s**t. You're gonna take it," he said. "You wanted to be a good girl, but you're gonna be a dirty little girl for me now."

My good sense took over and I grabbed hold of his legs, pushing him with all my might. He stumbled back up a bit, but quickly regained control. Then he growled as he grabbed the sides of my head and furiously pounded my slutty little mouth.

"You f*****g little cunt," he said. "I'm not gonna be easy on you now!"

"Maaaaaaggaaaaaah," I said as he f****d my face.

Finally, he groaned and let go of my head. I took my mouth off his c**k, and he sprayed me in the face with his hot, sticky c*m. It slid down my cheeks, and across my lips. I coughed, and sputtered as I tried to get a hold on myself. But he had been too rough with me...

Eventually, I settled down, and started breathing normally again. "You f*****g asshole," I whispered. "I hope you're satisfied now."

He laughed and ran his fingers through my hair again. "Oh, pretty Sarah. I am definitely not done with you. You see, you get me so f*****g hard, that even at my age, I just can't get my d**k to go down when I think about you. I masturbate three times to you every night, sometimes four. And I c*m every single f*****g time."

He grabbed me by the hair and yanked me up on my feet. I yelped as he did so, and my scalp burned. But there was some part of me that just wanted this. He had been right about me. I did like it rough. Or maybe he just implanted that thought in my head somehow. Maybe he was making me think that I liked it this way.

Still, I looked at him defiantly, and spit on him -- getting a nice big wet spot on his stomach.

He just laughed and picked me up, slinging me over his shoulder, and carrying me up the stairs. I screamed the whole way up, but he didn't give a damn. When we got to his bedroom, he threw me down onto the bed and got the rest of his clothes off. I didn't even try to fight him at this point, because he just didn't give a f**k. I knew he'd do anything to me. He was capable of such force, and anger that I had never felt from him before. It made me wonder how Bree had ever lived with such a monster. Maybe she liked it rough too...

When he got his own clothes off, he sat me up, and yanked my shirt roughly off me. Then he pulled my jeans off and threw them into a corner. Next, he yanked my panties off, and I just let it happen. It seemed like stopping him was just not going to be possible anyway.

When my b*a was off, I felt so cold and exposed all of a sudden. My n*****s were hard as I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to hide my small breasts from him.

He just shoved me down onto the mattress, climbed on top of me, and pinned my arms up over my head. He breathed heavily as he moved his mouth just inches from mine.

"Pretty little Sarah. You're going to be such a good f**k. I know I'm gonna love every one of your moans. You'll be such a loud little s**t for daddy, won't you?"

"f**k you," I hissed.

"Oh, God, you're hot when you have fire in your eyes," he said. He slammed his lips against mine and tried to force his tongue into my mouth. But I held my own, keeping my teeth clenched, lips sealed as much as I could. But I couldn't keep up the fight and soon gave in. He kissed me hard for several minutes, and my mouth started to get sore from the pressure. His big c**k was hard against my leg, and I could feel it throbbing with every beat of his heart. I was turned on, but I was also still disgusted at myself for it.

He broke from the kiss and I turned my head away from him.

"You feel it. You know you want it. You were moaning into my mouth. You want it so bad. I can feel it," he said. "And I'm going to give it to you. Over and over and over again."

In that moment, I began to really focus on the thought of how much I wanted him to f**k me. I wanted his big d**k inside me, spreading my tight little p***y wide, and pounding me into submission.

He didn't give me a second to say anything, or to get ready. He got into position, and shoved shoved his c**k right into my tight virgin p***y. I screamed and screamed as he buried his entire c**k in me. It hurt more than anything I had ever felt in my entire life. But I had a feeling it was all going to feel so f*****g good soon enough. I just had to clench my teeth and get through the intense pain, before the pleasure could come. Or at least that's what I told myself.

Jason wrapped his hand around my throat and choked me a bit. I liked that too though, and the harder he pounded into me, the more he tightened his grip on my throat. He soon loosened it though when I started to cough, and gasp for breath.

His body slammed against mine as he f****d me. Once I caught my breath, I couldn't help but moan.

"Oh, God, oh God," I moaned over and over again. It felt so f*****g good! I couldn't believe it. It was even better than I had been imagining it would be!

"Just like I thought, s**t. You like it rough."

"Yes, yes, oh god, yes, f**k me, f**k me!" I cried out.

I wrapped my legs around him, and he increased his speed and force. My body shook with each of his thrusts.

"I love everything you've done to me! Oh my f*****g hell!!!" I cried out.

My body began to quake, and pleasure spread from my p***y to every part of me. It felt like every nerve in my body had awakened for the first time and was truly feeling something. I had never felt something this intense, and it was making me feel alive in a way that I felt nothing else ever could.

The headboard banged against the wall and the bed shook. I had one o****m after another, and just felt like they'd probably never stop as long as he kept this up.

"I'm cumming so hard!" I screamed.

"c*m on my c**k, you dirty little w***e!"

He gripped my hair and yanked my head all over my pillow as he plowed into my small body. His c**k was just so big and deep inside of me. It was hammering against my cervix now, and though the pain was intense, I craved every bit of it. I was going to be so sore, but I didn't care. I just wanted him to use me tonight, and fill me with his c*m over and over and over again.

And every thrust just made pain and pleasure rush through my body, and cause me to have another o****m.

"Oh my f*****g god! Oh my god, I can't take it!" I screamed.

"You can take anything I f*****g give you," he said.

"Yes, oh f**k, f**k, f**k yes!" I cried out.

I came so hard and so much, that my p***y just started convulsing. I felt his c**k throbbing deep inside me, and I knew he was cumming. He groaned as he filled my juicy p***y with his seed.

"Oh, daddy, f**k, daddy," I whimpered.

When he was through cumming, he pulled me up and held me against his body.

"I knew you'd be calling me daddy by the time this was all over," he said with a laugh. "The offer to be your sugar daddy still stands."

"Will...will you...will you do...that to me...every day if...I say...yes?" I managed to get out weakly.

He kissed my forehead. "Yes, my sweet sugar baby," he said.

He f****d me six more times that night, and I screamed louder each time. And when he was finally done, he held me in his arms and showed me his tender side. He could be rough with me, but also loving, and I knew right then that I was in love...in love with my rough sugar daddy who I just wanted to f**k for the rest of my life!

I felt like no one else was ever going to be able to live up to what Jason had just done to me. No one.

THE END