Gender: Male Age: 30 Location: N/A
|Introduction: Jason hears his daughter’s tale of sexual exploits and falls under her dominating spell.|
Not much action in this installment, mostly an intro to the characters and setup for later tales. What action there is, is mostly the confessing of previous events.
This installment is also huge... I don't intend for the rest of the installments to be this long... so fair warning its not a speedy sex story.
These tales contain underage sex, incest, domination/submission and other possibly offensive material. Don’t like it… Don’t read it.
I was in my office, working, when Kellie walked in. It was a Saturday, but I worked most weekends. My wife had just gone out to do the grocery shopping for the week with my youngest daughter Samantha, so Kellie and I were alone.
Kellie came in to the office feet bare and a pair of jean shorts and a black tank top on. Her dirty blond hair, which hung to the small of her back, was over her shoulders so it hung over her breasts. She looked concerned, like she had something on her mind, but mostly she looked like any innocent fourteen year old girl. This morning would be the last time I’d look at my little girl this way, so the memory of that is very clear.
Kellie’s concern was apparent. She is always so confident and sure of her self that I became concerned myself. “What’s up, Sweetie?”
“Hey Daddy, I’m not disturbing you am I?”
“Of course not.”
“I wanted to talk to you…” She seemed really nervous. My parental paranoia kicked in and I wondered who hurt my little girl.
“Kellie, please, tell me what’s wrong, you can talk to me about anything you know that.”
She smiled. “I know but it’s embarrassing. It’s about sex.” The nervous look returned it was probably the same nervous look that was on my face.
My wife Karen and I had sat Kellie down four years ago and told her about the birds and the bees. We showed her the books that have the clinical pictures of genitals, and went over reproduction. We did the same for our youngest daughter last year when she was ten and Kellie sat in with us then as well. My wife and I really didn’t go over sex for pleasure or attraction to the opposite sex as much as we should. However since we had Samantha, we weren’t going to have any other children (my wife went on the pill), so we thought that that parental obligation was complete.
I do remember saying on those days when we gave our half-assed facts of life that I did say, ‘if you ever have any questions you can come and talk to us.’ I was regretting it now.
I had spent too much time in my own thoughts the nervous look on Kellie’s face was more pronounced, “Sorry Honey of course you can talk to me about anything.” The Proper Dad answer, “are you sure you wouldn’t feel more comfortable discussing this with your mother though… You know… another girl?”
“Oh no that be way more embarrassing, I can talk to you Daddy I can’t talk to Mom about… you know…”
I didn’t know. I looked at her puzzled, “I don’t know Kellie. You haven’t said anything yet.”
“Well, the girls have said things to me and I’ve read some things and you said that I could talk to you.”
I was still confused, but I saw she was getting upset. “Honey, you can talk to me about anything, here, sit down. You can take your time and I promise you won’t get into trouble.” I probably shouldn’t have said that last part but I don’t like seeing Kellie upset.
She sat and looked a little calmer, like she was becoming herself again. It isn’t that surprising she’d want to talk to me, she’s always been more drawn to me than to my wife.
“Well I… I want to know about sex, like between guys and girls.”
“Well Kellie that’s actually a pretty big topic.” I really didn’t want to be explicit I didn’t want to be embarrassed by telling her dirty stuff if all she wanted to know was something simple. “What about sex were… did you want to know?” I had almost said ‘what about sex, were you interested in?’ but I stopped myself.
“Like I know about guys and their dicks and girl’s pussies, but I don’t know about who is in charge during the sex.”
My jaw, barely, didn’t drop at Kellie’s language. I should’ve known she’d know the slang terms but I wasn’t expecting her to use them in front of me. The second part of what she said just confused me.
“Um… Sweetie… you should use the terms ‘penis’ and ‘vagina’ when talking to adults.”
“Daddy I don’t want to talk to you as an adult I want to talk to you as someone I can talk to about sex and it’ll make me nervous to say those words, they don’t sound right, come on let me use the words I’m used to.”
I knew what she meant the terms were sterile and clinical but up till then I was still hoping the conversation would turn out to be impersonal. “Ok honey, tell me your way but I don’t understand what you mean ‘in charge’.”
“I mean like during sex Daddy, who is in charge? Who’s in control?”
I was still confused. “I still don’t know if I understand you, no one’s in charge. If two people love each other and have sex it’s done together.”
She seemed unconcerned about my answer like it was the way she expected a parent to answer but not the real answer. I continued, “Why do you think one person’s in control sweetie?”
She paused before answering. She was losing her nervousness but still was unsure how much to reveal to me. I was always able to read Kellie’s emotions.
“I’ve talked to people and read about it but I haven’t been able to find out who gives up control and who takes control, who decides what is done?”
I had to ask where she’s been finding this information. “Are you hearing this from the girls?” Her three friends were Melody, Melanie (the twins), and Kate, they’ve been almost inseparable since the 2nd grade.
She blushed and looked ashamed, she thinks she sold out her friends.
“Never mind that Sweetie, you don’t have to tell me about what your friends have said, but what on earth have you been reading?”
“Jeeze, Dad, we do have the internet.”
Fuck! She’d been on some porn site I don’t think she got to one of mine all my links are hidden in an obscure folder, but I suppose it is still possible.
“Honey, there are sites about sex on the internet but those are for adults, eighteen year olds and older.”
“Oh Daddy I’m not going to porn sites. But Wikipedia has lots of stuff on sex you know.”
I didn’t know. I never thought to look. I’ve never had a problem with either daughter going onto Wikipedia.
“I didn’t know that honey what did you read on there was it an article titled ‘sex’ or something else?”
“It was about dominance, Daddy. Someone gives up power and submits to the dominant one during sex.”
“Yes honey that does happen for some people during sex but not everyone does that when they make love.”
“I think it does happen everyone wants to be a slave a little bit or be dominant a little. How much do you want to be dominated or to dominate?”
My mouth opened but no sound came out. I couldn’t help but wonder about every couple I ever knew and wondered if one was a bit slave like and the other a bit master or mistress like.
“Honey I can’t tell you that. I’m your Dad.”
“Oh please Daddy, I already guessed I just want to see if I’m right. You did say I could ask you about sex.”
“What! You guessed how dominant or submissive I was. Why is this important to you?”
She stiffened, not from embarrassment though from defiance. “You answer my question and I’ll answer yours.”
“Kellie you can ask me about sex but that’s a little personal.”
“Come on Daddy tell me.”
I gave in I’d tell her she already knew enough, but I had to think of what the answer would be I never really thought of it before. “I guess I’m about a quarter dominant and three quarters submissive.”
“I knew it. I was right on the money.” Kellie clapped her hands together and giggled.
“What?” not the reaction I was expecting, “Why does it matter? Answer my question now please.”
“Well I can’t think about sex at all without thinking about control. Daddy I’m like three quarters dominant and then take that last quarter, and break it in half and half of that is also dominant. The other half a quarter is submissive.”
“That’s seven eighths sweetie.”
“Dad, I don’t care about the math.”
I shut up. Now, after the fact, I realize she had started dominating me by this point if not earlier in the conversation. I was always rapped around my little girl’s finger but what she said made sense she was just very dominant.
She continued, “Every time I think about sex at all; every time I read about it or the girls talk about it I am always thinking about who is in control. I need to be in control, Daddy. Do you understand what I’m saying? Am I a freak?”
“Oh honey of course your not a freak, that is a pretty high percentage but that doesn’t mean that there’s anything wrong with you. When you find someone who’s right for you they’ll accept that, even if you’re bossy. In fact, they may like that.”
“I know that Daddy I just wanted to hear you tell me so I could be sure. I know the girls have had problems with boys and men and stuff but…”
She looked embarrassed and guilty she let that slip in her relief. Now I had to know what her friends were doing to save my girl from the same mistakes.
“What have your friends been up to Kellie? I won’t get them in trouble but I have to know if you are going to have the same problems.”
“You have to promise not to tell them I told you or tell on them to their folks or anybody else. Ok Daddy?”
“What did they do?” She kept silent, “ok, I promise.”
“Well the twins are pretty dominant too. Like Melody is like seventy percent and Melanie is like sixty percent. What am I in percentage Daddy what ever you said I was?
“Seven eighths is 87.5%. Half of twenty-five is twelve and a half, then add that to seventy-fi…”
“Daddy I don’t care about math.” I shut up again, I was trying to teach her something constructive. “Yeah well they’re pretty dominant, not as much as me but way more than Kate she’s only about fifteen or twenty percent she’s very submissive.” She stopped and grinned and I couldn’t read her expression for a moment. Melanie lost her cherry last year with a boy at school and she didn’t mind it cause she was in charge; but the boy didn’t know what he was doing at all, he was too young. Then… you promised you won’t tell anyone this…”
I nodded “I won’t tell, I promise.” In fact I was on the edge of my chair thinking about my daughter’s friend losing her virginity, my daughter talking about her friend’s “cherries” and me thinking about one of these pretty girls in a sexual way for the first time. Melanie and Melody were twins similar but not identical both with auburn hair though Melanie’s is a bit redder, both girls have large breasts at about a C cup, Melanie a larger C and Melody a mid C.
“…Then since she wanted someone with a lot of experience she had sex with her Dad.”
“What!” I shouted I felt like I just got slapped in the face.
“Jim.” My daughter repeated as though I didn’t know who she meant, I’ve known him for almost the seven years our daughters have been friends. “She said he was good and had experience and all but was too dominant. Then Melody lost her cherry to her dad and said the same thing.” My jaw must have been hanging open by this point. “Melody is even more dominant than Melanie and had sex with two other boys so she could be in charge but they both weren’t experienced enough either.”
I couldn’t get the image of Jim fucking his daughters out of my head.
“Well poor Kate is the only one who had any real problems with boys. The twins were so dominant, they were always, like, in control, but Kate wants to be dominated so the boy she fucked…sorry Daddy” she paused looked at me with that unreadable expression again “…look Daddy can I say ‘fuck,’ just if its here with you?”
I looked at her still a little glazed over from what I had heard. I nodded and mumbled “don’t let your mother hear you say that.”
“Well the guy she fucked, that was this year when we’re in high school, thought that since she was submissive he could go and brag about what they did. Kate was really hurt by that too. You know how sweet Kate is Daddy. Can you imagine?”
“He must be a real jerk, honey.” Kate really was a sweet tiny little Korean girl still under five feet at age fourteen and she has the sweetest disposition. Now though I pictured her in my mind having sex her small A cup breasts pointing to the sky while her tiny body got pounded. “Did she get a reputation for umm putting out or being easy or something?”
“No way Daddy, we protected her, you’ll be proud ‘cause it was my idea. The twins and I went up to him as he was talking to his buddies and we told him and the rest of them if they said anything about Kate or if they started bragging about any other girl they’d fucked, then we’d make sure that they’d never get a date or any action at that school again. We would tell every girl not to touch his cock with a ten foot pole.” She started laughing, so did I. I was proud of her.
“But Kate doesn’t want to fuck boys from school anymore but since she isn’t interested in being dominant she just fucks her dad.”
I choked on my own spit. I coughed for half a minute as the image of Peter, Kate’s dad, came to mind. Kate was adopted and Peter is a huge black man. I mean huge, at a pool party I saw what he was packing? He had over a foot long cock, about two and a half inches thick, in his swim trunks, and he wasn’t erect then. My wife called me Peter’s name that night in bed without realizing it. I couldn’t comprehend the little girl at 4’10” or 4’11” being able to take him.
Kellie was smiling, as though reading my mind, “I know, Kate said he was huge, I knew he was hung but she really likes the harsh treatment.”
She only paused a moment before continuing, “Since you’re so submissive Dad, is Mom really dominant with you?”
She switched gears too quickly for me I was still thinking about her pretty little friends and picturing them fucking and thinking about Kellie telling me how they liked it. I started shaking my head, no, before I caught my self. “Kellie, hon, that’s too personal.”
“She seems as submissive as you are; I guessed right for you I’m sure I’m pretty close for her. How can it work right when you both want to submit but there’s no one to submit to.”
I explained to Kellie that most people don’t have dominant/submissive relationships. That marriage and love are not just about the sexual relationship. I admitted that my wife was as submissive as I was but our sex life was not difficult because we were in love.
Kellie listened and seemed to absorb this, then asked “Isn’t it more natural when people can just be who they are?”
I sort of knew what she meant. I knew it’d look better on paper for my wife and I to be complementary in every way, I told Kellie “Marriage and love aren’t clean the concepts are muddy, its complicated being in a long term relationship we both have similar tastes which makes for a good life, even if neither of us is dominant.”
“Isn’t the sex difficult without being able to submit like you should? Don’t you feel something missing, with another submissive for a wife?”
I didn’t have a handy answer for this one I wondered if I should lie to my daughter. The truth was “yes” it was difficult and it felt like something was missing. I often had to play dominant to satisfy my wife and it always made me feel uneasy and as Kellie pointed out unnatural. I tried getting my wife to be dominant on occasion for me but she always thinks that just coming should be enough for me.
But I didn’t want to tell her that love and marriage means giving up some dreams. The alternative was to lie to her, tell her “no” and hope that misleading her wouldn’t hurt her as much as I feared it would. Telling someone that things will be smooth sailing when you know it will be a bumpy ride with rough storms to weather isn’t a kindness.
“It’s tough sometimes honey. You’ll see when you fall in love, it’s sticky but it’s worth it. I sometimes think something’s missing but I know I won’t find anyone I love more than your Mom, except for you and your sister. You’ll find that out when you fall in love and become sexually active.” Shit I just realized I didn’t know anything of my daughters sexual history though I have been nearly hard for the last half hour thinking about her best friends sexual exploits. “Honey, have you been sexually active?”
Kellie looked up at me, that unreadable look again, then smiled, “I think that’s too personal of a question Daddy.”
I looked away blushing I almost apologized but stopped myself. This was my daughter I couldn’t let her not tell me. “Kellie you need to tell me if you are we need to discuss other things.” Condoms, birth control, STDs, all the host of issues we ignored in our previous birds and the bees talk.
“I haven’t had sex with a boy Daddy.” Kellie responded a little shocked that I had stood up to her. I was shocked too, surprisingly since I was her father.
As I breathed a sigh of relief another thought crossed my head, Jim and Peter, “Honey have you had sex with any men?”
An even more unreadable expression crossed Kellie’s face “No Daddy I haven’t had sex with any men or any boys,” I did breath a sigh of relief then my shoulders sank and I relaxed. Then I heard, “just the twins and Kate.”
“What?!” I suppose I shouldn’t have been as blindsided as I was. But my little girl just told me she had fucked her little friends. Friends that, until a short time ago, I did not think of in a sexual way.
She was nervous, I suppose I sounded mad when I yelled. “Daddy you said we could talk about this I could tell you anything, I’m sorry I didn’t know any better; please calm down.”
I had caught my breath again. “I’m sorry sweetie. I was just shocked. It’s ok. You do like boys though?”
“Of course I do. The girls are my best friends but we’re not dating like lesbians or something. We just… you know… do stuff.”
“What kind of stuff, Kellie?” I knew I shouldn’t have asked and I don’t know what possessed me to do it.
She gave me that unreadable look and a half smile, “well Kate is the only submissive out of the four of us. The twins and I are dominant. We usually have Kate really do one of us… you know eat our pussies while the other two punish her for being a little slut.” The images flashed in my head of the twins’ room with the little Asian girl on her knees lapping at the pussy of one of the twins or Kellie. Shit the thought of my blonde daughter being eaten by the tiny little girl while the redheaded twins whip the tiny Korean.
She smiles at me now, she must see my glazed over expression but doesn’t stop. “The twins and I always dress up for it you know. Even if we’re completely naked we still have on high heels…. Say Kate is doing Melody and Melody grabs Kate’s hair and pulls her face into her pussy. Well Melanie and me will pinch at Kate while she’s on her hands and knees defenseless, you know. We’ll pinch or sometimes bite at her nipples, ass cheeks, or pussy lips. We’ll spank her every now and then but she doesn’t like that as much.”
My mouth must have been hanging open and I first realized that I was quite obviously hard. I didn’t know how long I had been erect but I now felt my pulse through my penis. I’m not porn-star well endowed but I knew at seven inches that an erection is noticeable. I leaned forward in order to keep my cock out of her line of sight. She saw me lean forward and took it as a sign that I was enthralled in her tale, which in truth I was, and she continued excitedly and even a little breathlessly.
“I really like putting my heels into her flesh, stepping down hard while she’s eating me. I like the red indentations in her hands or thighs, but don’t worry she likes it too. The twins got into that too and now we all give her lots of tiny red marks. I like her to get down on her hands and knees and lick my shoes and my ankles. It shows me she’s a good slave.”
“See Daddy since Kate’s our only submissive we have to take turns with her. The other two, like either me and one of the twins or the twins together, will kiss and suck and feel each other. But that sort of is what I was talking about before I know it may feel ok with two dominants or like you and another submissive, but it doesn’t fit as well as when you’re with the right kind.”
She finished with getting her main point across. I was just about to take a breath and try to gather my thoughts when she added, “oh, I forgot to say we also shave each other’s pussies, and finger each others asses, and we will like finger each others pussies at school in the library if we’re horny or feeling naughty… um besides that we just do girly stuff like paint each others nails and play footsie and stuff.”
Holy shit! My mind was a wreck. Imagined pictures of my daughter and her friends flashed one after another: Kate on her knees getting punished by three young mistresses, Each girl shaving the others pussies, my own daughter getting fingered in the school library by Melody or Melanie, Kellie pushing three of her fingers into Kate’s tiny asshole.
Neither one of us had said anything for a while; I was trying to picture the scenes she was remembering. I noticed my hand had drifted up my leg towards my crotch. Jeeze another inch I’d be stroking myself in front of my own daughter while thinking about her and her friends in sexual frenzy. I moved my hand quickly back to my knee.
Kellies hand shot to her knee too. My hands movement brought to her attention that her own hand was creeping along the inside of her thigh towards her young teenage pussy. She moved her own hand to her knee as well and we both realized what the other was up to. This led to us looking around uncomfortably for about a half a minute.
“Kellie, you are a young woman and we are definitely having a grown up adult conversation. I’m sorry that I’m acting weird but I am used to thinking of you as a little girl, my little girl. It’s a little uncomfortable for me to think of you engaged in adult activities. I want you to feel you are able to talk to me about anything but I’ve gotten used to you being a little girl it’ll take some time for me to think of you as a woman.”
“Daddy it’s ok if you think of me as your little girl sometimes I just want you to think of me as a woman as well. You do want to see me as a woman eventually though right? Do you have any problem thinking of my friends as women?”
Wait. What? “Sweetie up until today I never would have thought of them as young women, what you told me makes it hard to think straight, but I suppose I still think of them as little girls. It’s confusing to think of you and them in that way. It’s hard…” I couldn’t think of what else to say but she interrupted me.
My mouth fell open again. My fourteen year old daughter called me out on having a boner from hearing about her sexy exploits with her friends. She leaned closer.
“You’ve been hard since I told you about the twins and their Dad. You got even bigger when I told you about all the dirty stuff the girls did with me. Did you think I was a lesbian for a second?”
I don’t know how or why I answered “Honey, I didn’t know but your Mom did the same thing when she was in High School and college with her girlfriends. Oh crap I shouldn’t have told you that…sorry honey I didn’t mean to let that slip I’m just really distracted by all this.”
“Really…” Kellie pondered for a moment obviously putting that information away for later use. “You’re wife’s sex life isn’t of interest to me Daddy. Right now we’re talking about mine.”
I realized that she hadn’t called Karen ‘Mom’ through the second half of our conversation.
“Daddy, your bulge twitched whenever I talked about what I did with my little submissive Kate. I know I was staring at it the whole time and your eyes were glazed over.”
I was busted. “I’m sorry Kellie. I… I’m sorry”
“You shouldn’t be getting hard at the thought of your daughter dominating a submissive little girl. Did your cock twitch when you were thinking about my pussy getting licked or shaved or fingered?”
“Honey I… no… I…”
“Daddy your lying you twitched when I said that.” I knew I did and I knew I was caught again.
“You liked hearing about me having my slave lick my high heels. Didn’t you?”
“Don’t lie to me Daddy.”
I looked at the floor I knew my cock would betray me if I lied and I couldn’t tell the truth.
“You know you liked it and I know you liked it and we both know why.”
I looked back up back into her blue-grey eyes. My answer was barely a choke, “why?”
She smiled leaned in close to my ear and whispered “because you wanted the same treatment that I give her.”
I couldn’t say anything. I didn’t know if I just wanted to be dominated so much that her story turned me on or if I really wanted to be dominated by my own daughter. My rationality kicked back in “I can’t be dominated by my own daughter.”
She smiled, “Oh Daddy you’re already dominated by me. You’re just trying to fight what comes naturally to you. I’m not trying to seduce you into becoming my slave, I’m just doing what is natural to me. I turn you on and I dominate you so you want me as a mistress, it’s natural.” She straightened back up in the chair and I looked down at her body, I couldn’t believe I wanted her and I wanted her to be in complete control of me. She finished “You’re my slave Daddy it’s the right thing.”
Some part of me knew that nodding my consent was the wrong thing to do. There were the two hands, one held my ideas of proper fatherly love, fear of jail from pedophilia, and the sanctity of my marriage; the other held the prospects of sex beyond my wildest dreams because I knew my daughter and if I could choose a mistress they’d be nearly identical (minus some of the guiltier feelings) as well as the truth in her words ‘this is natural and right.’
So I nodded.
And she gave more orders.
“Take out your dick, Daddy. I want to see you stroke it while I tell you what will happen as my slave.”
My resistance gave its one final warning that I was about to pass the point of no return but I listened to my mistress. I complied.
I fished out my seven inch cock and watched it throb; I curled my fingers around it and started stroking myself. Then I turned my attention back to my new mistress. She looked at her first live penis, admired it for a moment then began.
“Ooh Daddy we are both in for a treat. That’s going to be the first penis in my mouth and down my throat. Are you aware of that? We’re not going to start today but I am tempted to get that fat head in my mouth and run my tongue over it. The girls have told me to lick up and down the shaft and to suck on your balls gently. Their daddies forced them to take it down their throats but for us I’ll have to do it myself. You’d like to see that wouldn’t you slave?”
I nodded my mouth was dry and I was watching her moist lips as the words spilled out of them.
“You’re going to be the one to rip through my hymen with your cock. I’ve checked and my cherry is still there. You’ll be the first man to lick and finger my pussy and your fingers are much thicker than the girls,” she leaned right up to my ear “and I’ll bet your tongue is more experienced.”
“I’ll bet you’re waiting to say if I’ll give you my third hole too.” My mind was as far away from that as could be I was still trying to absorb what I was just told, while being addled by my hand stroking my prick. But when she mentioned it my cock twitched in anticipation. “The girls have touched and teased it. Kate has licked it really good. But you’re going to get to fuck it.”
“You have submitted to me and because of that you get my body, oh I suppose I should mention that you’re also going to submit to the twins and get all their bodies to.” I was so close to coming as the words penetrated the fog of my brain I must have moaned.
“I knew you’d like that Daddy. Now I’m going to give you orders as soon as you come and I want them followed. I’m going to give a lot of orders and you’ll follow all of them. If I tell you to eat my pussy at the dinner table in front of your wife and Sam you’d better obey me. But for now suck on my nipple till you come you’re going to be the first boy to do that too and then you’re going to give me my first male kiss and thank me for being such a generous mistress.”
She move close to me lifted her tank top to the top of her breasts and teased my lips pulling away every time I tried to open my mouth or suck her pink nub between my lips I looked up to her eyes and then back to her beautiful B cups with little eraser nipples poking out erect. I licked my lips and let the woman tease me and her dragging the tip over the outside of my lips, which I kept trying to suck and kept missing. Along with my hand, her teasing had me on the edge of orgasm.
“Please Mistress, Please Kellie let Daddy lick and suck your nipples.”
She didn’t reply, she simply didn’t try to get away next time I tried to suck her into my mouth. I felt her erect eraser-like nub pop into my mouth and my tongue roamed over it.
I was barely able to last more than two minutes before my cock started squirting its load against my belly. It was at the same time Kellies fingernails dug into the back of my skull; her reaction from my licking her tit.
“Wow, that was fun Daddy.” She said after we panted for a moment.
She put her finger into the cum puddle on my stomach and spread it around. “I want to taste it but I want my first taste to be straight from your cock when I blow you.”
I just sat there in the glow, my daughter on my lap and her finger swirling my semen. She looked into my eyes and slowly traced her finger underneath my shirt to my nipple. She leaned in to whisper in my ear. And suddenly she clamped down on my nipple between her fingers, viciously pinching and twisting. Her voice seemed perfectly at ease as she gave me this torment. “Don’t you think it’d be a good idea to thank your mistress for letting you cum, Daddy?”
“Owww… sorry mistress, sorry Kellie. Thank you for letting me cum while sucking on your nipples.”
“Do you think I’ll have to remind you again?”
“No Mistress.” I was ashamed. Not the way most people would view me masturbating while licking my eldest girl’s nipple, but I was ashamed that I had disappointed my mistress. It took till then to dawn on me that this was my daughter and my mistress. I was her father and I was her slave. There is no in between. She wouldn’t be my lover or my little girl. There were only these two roles between us: biological familial relationship and dominant/submissive.
She tilted my chin up to her face with her fingers. Her lips mashed against mine in ferocity I’ve only rarely dreamt of. I felt her tongue slither out as my tongue thrust to meet it. They tangled for a moment before hers retreated. Then her teeth caught my bottom lip and sucked it into my mouth eliciting a moan from me and my cock stirred back to life. She released my lip and kissed me aggressively, possessively, her sharp teeth clicking against mine. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and let it slide back to my own through her teeth. She stopped and her blue eyes bored into me as I panted.
“Uh…Kellie that was amazing, thank you mistress.” She smiled.
“Now Daddy, are you ready for your first orders as my new slave?”
“Two things: First I need to get on the pill. I won’t let you use a condom with me and I don’t want you pulling out when you pop my cherry.”
“Yes Mistress.” My heart started thumping again and my prick became fully re-erect at the prospect. Then there was the disheartening realization that the pill needs three weeks before its effective.
“Second, I want a fake ID. I don’t want it to drink… I could always, and might, order you to buy me alcohol. But I want to go in sex shops and get the items I require. I want an ID to say I’m nineteen.”
“Yes Mistress.” The answer came automatically now. I thought for a moment and realized she’d never be able to pass for 21 but at 19 there is a better chance, besides who’d get a fake ID for under 21. The next realization was where am I going to find a place to get her a fake ID?
“Now go clean up Daddy, your cum’s getting cold.” She jumped off my lap and started to leave the room. She turned back “Oh by the way Daddy, You’re taking me shopping tomorrow.”
End of Saturday’s adventure.
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