Gender: Female Age: 20 Location: N/A
|Introduction: This is about a father's hidden lust for his daughter. This is my first submission, be gentle(: This story is purely Fiction.|
A few months after my daughter, Nikki, turned three, my divorce from my cheating wife was finalized. I’d caught her in my house, in my bed with another man. I had beaten the hell out of the man because I had a very bad, uncontrollable temper. My wife had been so mad at the time that she decided to tell me about every single one of her past exploits. She even went so far as to tell me that she didn’t think that Nikki was mine. I had wanted to hit her so badly, but instead, I held back. Furious and shaking, I kicked her out.
Because of her, I had absolutely no trust in women. During the divorce, I got a DNA test because I wasn’t going to get stuck taking care of something that wasn’t mine. I found out that Nikki was indeed my child and that made her mine, my property and I was going to hold onto her. My wife didn’t even try for custody of Nikki.
What I liked about having my daughter all to myself and so young, was she was moldable. I could mold her to be the girl I liked. I was a hard man to live with and as a result, she got disciplined a lot more than any other child would. She still got spanked a lot, but she tried to be good. She was quiet, well behaved in public, obedient most of the time, and I know she was innocent. She still made quite a few mistakes, but those were easily corrected with my hand.
When the time came, I explained to her in brisk, short terms sex and puberty. She told me she wasn’t interested in boys and that I didn’t need to worry about her. I left it at that, leaving with both of us embarrassed even though I didn’t get into any detail what so ever. I didn’t bring it up since. Nikki was a good girl.
I was standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, watching the coffee brew. I wasn’t a patient man, so the act of having to make coffee always put me in a bad mood. Normally, Nikki would be the one to make my coffee, but she wasn’t awake yet. Sighing in annoyance, I reached to the side and grabbed my coffee cup and slammed it down. I waited another few seconds and then the coffee was finally finished. I grabbed the pot and pulled it out from the coffee machine. I poured the coffee into his black coffee mug and then put it back violently. I snatched up my coffee cup, splashing hot coffee on my hand and I slammed the mug back down, cursing violently. I shook my hand and wiped it on the towel closest to me.
“God damn stupid ass coffee cup,” I cursed, glaring at the coffee mug like it was not my fault. I picked it up again, cautiously this time, and took it to the kitchen table. I pulled back a chair and sat down with it. I brought the hot coffee to my mouth and gently took a sip. I sat my cup down against my thigh and held it in my right hand. With my left hand, I pushed my shaggy black hair off of my forehead. My hair was wild and really hard to tame. My bitch of a wife used to say my hair resembled me: wild and untamable. I brought my hand back down to my coffee cup and interlinked my fingers around it.
“Daddy!” Nikki’s voice sounded down the hallway and I looked up just as she entered the kitchen. My eyebrows shot up as I took in what she was wearing.
My seventeen year old daughter was standing in front of me, searching the refrigerator in a pair of short black shorts and a tight fitting low cut yellow shirt. She was wearing knee high socks with yellow stripes at the top and tennis shoes. Her long brown hair was in a ponytail high on her head and it still stopped just below her shoulder blades. I found myself admiring her body. She was a beautiful girl and I enjoyed looking at her, but I tried not to make a habit out of it. She was slender and had perfect breasts and I really liked the way her shorts cupped her ass. I shook my head and looked back up to her face as she turned around. She had a small button nose and big innocent looking hazel eyes. She had full, sensual lips and an oval face. She was beautiful, even if her ears stuck out a little. Her eyes met mine and I made a show of looking disgusted as I took in her outfit.
“What the hell are you wearing?” I growled before bringing my coffee cup back up to my mouth and sipping. It was cooling fast, so I drank down a little over half while watching her over the rim. She gave me a smile and she batted her eyelashes and I knew I wasn’t going to like what she was going to say.
“Clothes, daddy,” she said in her sweetest voice. I slammed my coffee cup down on the table and she jumped.
“Don’t be a smartass. Go change. Now,” I said through clenched teeth.
“But Daddy-”she started, but I stood up fast, knocking over my chair. She backed up a little and then her lower lip came out and with a slight stomp of her foot, she turned and ran up the stairs. I shook my head and then turned around to set my chair up, but I stayed standing just in case she came back down in something worse. A few minutes later, she came back down in a pair of jean capris and one of my old college shirts. I liked that a lot better. She ran to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling her body close. She kissed the corner of my mouth and let go of me.
“I love you, Daddy. Got to go,” she said as she turned on her heel and race to the front door. I stood there, shaking my head as the front door shut.
I shook my head and went up the stairs. I needed a shower. I went up into my bedroom and got clothes out and headed to the shower. I turned on the water and then got naked. I had a very good body at my age. It was really hard to maintain a physically fit body at 41 years old. My hair was graying at the temples and I had a slight five ‘o’ clock shadow that was just as black as my hair. I had black eyebrows that drew down close to my dark green eyes almost all the time. I was ruggedly handsome and I knew it.
I stepped into the tub and under the water. I soaked my hair and grabbed the shampoo. I began to think about Nikki and what she was wearing. I squirted shampoo into my large hand and rubbed it into my hair and lathered it up. I stepped under the water and rinsed off. I grabbed for the soap as my mind took a strange turn. I began soaping up my body as I thought of Nikki and my hand came in contact with my hard dick. Surprised, I looked down at it in my hand. I shook my head and forced my hand off of my erection. I leaned forward and turned the water so it was cold, freezing. It took my breath away, but I held myself under it until my erection went down and then I shut off the water, shaking my head, still stunned that I had a hard on by just thinking about my daughter. I felt myself flex again and I clenched my teeth. I stepped out and dried off. I needed to get to work, so I got dressed and headed down the stairs.
I went to work and because I own my late heartless father’s business, I don’t have to stay long. Worked a long day in my office and had to fire two of my best employees because they’d pissed me off. I came home an hour before Nikki would have come home so I decided to nap. I wasn’t going to nap long and I didn’t want to sleep past her getting home because she would tell me about her day. I went up to my bedroom after throwing my keys onto the table and laid down on my bed. I closed my eyes with my legs hanging off of the edge and shook my head. I fell asleep.
I rolled over, getting cold and opened my eyes. I groaned and raised my right hand to check the time.
“Fuck!” I sat up fast and rechecked my watch. “5:35? God damn it!” I jumped up to my feet and headed down the stairs. I went into the kitchen and I knew that Nikki wasn’t there. I stood in the middle of the living room, running my hand through my hair, trying to think why the hell my daughter hadn’t called. Then, I heard a distant rumbling of a motorcycle. I paused, waited and then the motorcycle shut off and I heard the murmur of voices. I went over to the window and pushed the curtain back and froze. My daughter was standing there, talking to a boy leaning against a Harley motorcycle wearing all black leather. She was talking animated, flinging her hands around and I watched as the guy, smiling, reached forward and pulled her against him. His mouth covered hers and her arms went around his neck and she leaned into him. Furious, I pushed away from the window and went to the front door and opened it so hard it hit the chair behind it on the porch and sent it flying. The kissing couple jumped apart and I got to the boy that had his hands all over my daughter before Nikki had a chance to react. I was at least four inches taller than him and I grabbed his leather jacket and pulled up and against me.
“I suggest that as soon as I let you go, you get the fuck out of here. Don’t ever think about touching my daughter again,” I growled in his face and then I shoved him backwards against his bike. He slid down against his bike and stood up fast. He fumbled with his helmet and put it on before jumping onto his bike, starting it and peeling out of my driveway. I turned on her. She was staring at me like I’d spouted two heads. I grabbed her elbow roughly and she jerked away from me and stomped her foot.
“Daddy! Why did you have to be so mean to him?” At the sound of her voice, I snapped. I went forward and grabbed her jaw. I didn’t give a damn who saw. I turned her around and slammed her against the outside of the house and put my face inches from hers.
“Go to your room,” I growled slowly. I let go of her and she ran past me with tears running down her face.
I stayed outside; the cooling spring air unfortunately did nothing for my anger. I turned on my heel and went inside the house, slamming the front door shut behind me. I went up the stairs, taking them two at a time and stopped at Nikki’s door. I hesitated, wondering if going in there while I was this angry was a good idea or not. My anger overcame my cautiousness. I put my hand on the doorknob and shoved the door open. She was sitting on the bed, tears running down her face and when the door hit the wall, she jumped and turned her sorrowful gaze on me. I shut the door and stood there in the middle of her room. I was so angry.
“I’m so sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean for that-” she started, standing up, but I held my hand up. She got silent instantly. She stared down at her feet and twirled one finger in the hair she’d let down and it fell around her. I crossed my arms and stared at her, contemplating what I would do with her. She obviously wasn’t as innocent as I’d assumed she was. I wanted to know why she was suddenly interested in the opposite sex, but first thing was first. She needed to be punished for not only not calling me to tell me she’d be late, but because she was late in the first place.
“You were late,” I said, my voice dangerously deep and devoid of emotion.
“I know, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“Not only late, but you didn’t call,” I said as I lifted my shirt up to expose my belt buckle. Her eyes landed on it and they got wide as she started to shake her head. I usually used my hand to punish her, but sometimes, I had to use my belt. It didn’t happen often, but I was so angry. I just stared at her as I undid my belt and slid it out of my belt loops. When I had the belt free of my pants, I whipped it through the air and it made a sharp crack! sound. She jumped at the sound and I moved closer to her as I grabbed the belt buckle and the opposite end of the belt and folded it in half. I held both ends in my left hand and tilted my head slightly as I stared down at her. Tears already started up again and I hadn’t even touched her yet. I looked around her room for something for her to brace herself against. I didn’t see anything.
“Turn around and put both hands palms down on the bed. I don’t want to hear a sound out of you. You know better than to come home late and you know to call me if you do come home late. This is what you are being punished for. We will talk about the…boy after,” I said staring down at her. I watched her as she slowly turned to face her bed and put her hands down on it, bending her body slightly. It wasn’t enough so I put my hand on the middle of her back and pushed her down a little more so that her butt was pushing out to me. I realized she was wearing shorts and a baggy shirt. I shook my head. I was so angry with her. I stood off to the right of her body to make room for my swinging hand and I tightened the belt in my left hand, the buckle cutting into my palm. I used the pain to make sure I didn’t go overboard with her. I pulled my arm back and swung. The leather connected with her bottom and she hissed in air. I didn’t hit her as hard as I wanted, but I knew how much a belt stung, so I held back. I pulled my hand back and swung again, harder than the first time. When the belt connected this time, she let out a whimper. My eyebrows shot up as the sound hit something inside of me.
“I said I don’t want to hear you make a sound,” I growled as I swung again. The belt made a loud thwack! against her bottom and she made a muffled moan and I knew she was biting her lower lip to keep in the pain. I felt my cock start to harden and I was getting angry with myself as well. I pulled my hand back and hit her again. She made another muffled sound and I repeated my swinging again and then again. By the time I pulled my hand back to swing again, I was hard as steel and she was crying. I was disgusted with myself for being this hard. I swung and the belt hit her a lot harder than I had intended and she let out a loud whimper and I dropped the belt. She sagged a little and I looked down at my pants. I had a bulge that would be hard to hide. I clenched my fists by my side and my left palm was hurting from how hard I was gripping the belt buckle. I bent down to pick up the belt and I held it loosely in my hand by the buckle. She turned around and sat on the bed gingerly, looking up at me with tear filled eyes. She kept hiccupping.
“Let’s talking about the kid that had his hands all over you,” I said harshly, watching her.
“W-what do you w-want to know?” Her breath kept catching. I put my hands on my hips still holding the belt in my hand.
“Why the hell did I find you outside with that…boy?”
“I w-was just kissing him, Daddy. That’s not a sin,” she said, her voice getting solid as I turned around. Just the mental image of her leaning into the boy was pissing me off. I threw the belt across the room and then ran my left hand through my hair. I let my hand drop back down to my side and I turned back to her.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I was experimenting with him, Daddy. That was my first kiss,” she said looking away. I moved forward a little, not trusting myself.
“Experimenting? Why didn’t you come to me if you had questions?” I asked.
“Really, Daddy? When you told me about masturbating and the basics of sex you didn’t sound like you wanted to do it at all. You were so harsh to me and I was scared to ask you. I decided to go out and find out myself,” Nikki said as she stood up. I had started to slowly shake my head in the middle of her little speech and I stared down at her.
“I thought you were innocent. I didn’t think you were a whore,” I growled as I glared down at her. She flinched at my words, but as her eyes met mine, I thought I saw a flash of excitement. She barely stood up to me and now that she was, I felt my cock flex. She’d stopped crying all together now.
“I’m not a whore, Daddy. I’m a good girl.”
“Are you? I don’t think so. If you were, I wouldn’t have watched you throw yourself at that boy.”
“I am a good girl, Daddy!” She moved forward and touched my chest with her small hands. My breath caught.
“A good girl? Why were you with that boy?” I snapped.
“He isn’t a boy, Daddy. He is a man,” she said backing up and dropping her hands from my chest. Anger flared in my chest and I clenched my fists.
“A man? Nikki, that boy was hardly anywhere close to being a man. What, you think that just because he had a goddamn Harley that he is a man? That makes him a boy pretending to be a man.”
“I wanted a man for my first time, Daddy. An experienced man and that is exactly what Trent is!” Nikki yelled, glaring up at me. I reached forward and grabbed her shoulder and pulled her close to me.
“You wanted a man? I’ll make sure you never want a fucking man again,” I growled just before I covered her mouth with mine. I used my left arm to pull her body against mine. She kept pushing against my chest. I spun us so that her back was to the wall and I backed her against it. I kept her pinned there as I roughly kissed her. I slid my hands to her waist and held her back against the wall as I pulled my body back.
“Are you still a good girl?” I could see her mind working as she tried to figure out what to say.
“Yes, I’m a good girl, Daddy,” she whispered, looking up into my eyes.
“Baby, you want to make me happy, don’t you? You wanna make Daddy happy?” I kept her pinned against the wall.
“Yes I want to make Daddy happy,” she said, blushing as I removed my left hand from her waist and leaned in to capture her mouth. She wasn’t kissing me back, but I didn’t care. I roughly kissed her as my left hand unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I pulled out my hard cock and held it in my hand. I pulled back from the kiss and put my right hand on her shoulder. I applied a little pressure and she looked up at me. She looked so sexy with her lips swollen from my kisses. I pushed a little harder at her shoulder and she began to shake her head.
“Nikki, make me happy,” I said softly and she slowly sunk down to her knees. I put my right hand on the wall and leaned into it. Her mouth was right in front of my hard cock and I waited. She was going to at least suck me willingly if she doesn’t do anything else. She looked up at me and I bit my lower lip as she breathed over the tip of my hardness. I flexed my left hand at my side, forcing myself to not make her take my cock into her mouth. I flexed again and was just about to snap when she opened her mouth. She slid her mouth onto me and I let out a loud gasp. She sucked the tip of my cock and then sucked lower onto me and I moaned. I let my left hand entangle into her hair and I held her head still so I could move my hips. I pumped my cock in and out of her mouth, growing close to my climax.
“Mmm, yeah baby. Suck my cock,” I moaned and she gave me a husky return moan when my cock was deep in her mouth. The moan vibrated me and that was it. I pulled out of her mouth and let go of her hair to grasp my cock in my left hand. Two firm jerks and I came onto her face. She was a little surprised and backed up, but that made her bump her head on the wall. I breathed in deeply and closed my eyes. I looked back down at her as she used her shirt to wipe off the come and I felt myself flex. I glanced at my cock and realized it was still hard, painfully so. I reached down and grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up. I brought her to me and kissed her as I lifted her up and against me. While she was standing, I pulled back from the kiss and grabbed the waistband of her shorts and jerked her shorts off. I cupped her ass and realized she was wearing a thong. I groaned and pulled her up and against me. I bit her lip and she let out a moan that had my cock twitching. I bucked my hips against her for a while before I let her slide down my body. She stood on her own two feet and I pushed her against the wall again. I put my right hand above her head and let my left roam between her legs. I touched her over her panties and she tried to push me away.
“Stop, Nikki. Baby, make Daddy happy. Daddy wants this.” Reluctantly, she parted her legs and I pushed the crotch of her thong to one side and slid my finger inside of her. I came in contact with a barrier and my eyes flew up to hers. I wanted to take her virginity, but not with my fingers. I pulled my finger out and grabbed her wrist. I took her over to the bed.
“Bend over with your hands palm down on the bed,” I growled, standing behind her with my dick sticking out. I grabbed it with my left hand and started to lightly stroke as she bent over. I moved over to her and put my right hand in the middle of her back. I pushed her down so that her butt was more to me. I slid my right hand down to the waistband of her thong and pulled it off.
“Daddy, no. I am a virgin,” she whimpered and my cock flexed in my hand.
“I know, but you wanted to give your virginity to that boy with the motorcycle,” I ground out, bringing my right hand down to slap her butt. It was a weak slap because it wasn’t my dominate hand, but she let out a yelp all the same. “Now, you are going to give it to a real man. Daddy’s a man and you are going to give it to him.”
“Daddy,” she cried and tried to lean up, but I put my right hand in the center of her back and easily kept her pinned. I slid my body into place behind her. I pushed the tip of my finger into her, making sure she is wet before I pull my hand back and guide myself into her. My hands go to her hips as I pulled her back against me. She let out a loud cry as I pushed through the barrier that made her a virgin. I held myself deep inside of her as she cried from the pain. I began to move when the tears subsided, but it wasn’t gently at all. I pulled back to the tip and slammed back into her. She moaned loudly and I repeated it and stared to do it faster and harder. My left hand went up to her hair and I grabbed a fistful as I pounded into her from behind. I pulled her hair and she let out a loud moan and I groaned in response. I slapped her ass with my right hand as I slammed into her over and over again.
“Oh, God. You’re my little slut, Nikki? Hmm, my little dirty whore?” I wasn’t really talking to her, but was adding fuel for my own fire.
“Yes, Daddy. I-I’m your little slut.” Her voice and her words nearly drove me over the edge. I started pumping into her faster and harder, pulling her hair as I groaned. I was close and I wasn’t going to pull out.
“Baby, tell me to fuck you. Tell me, oh God, to fuck you,” I growled through clenched teeth as I pulled out and pounded into her. She was silent for so long, I didn’t think she was going to say it, but then after a low moan, she said, “Fuck me, Daddy. Oh, God, Daddy, fuck me.” I was going to come and I knew it.
“I’m not pulling out, Nikki. Tell me you want it,” I said as my movements got jerky.
“Come in me, Daddy,” she moaned, her voice getting higher as she neared her own climax. I pulled out and then slammed into her to the hilt and I came. I held myself inside of her as I came and she hit her climax as well, moaning and pushing back against me. I pulled out and she collapsed on the bed. I sat down on the bed next to her and with my left hand, I pushed her hair out of her face and leaned down to kiss her cheek.
“Thank you, baby,” I whispered as my mouth found hers. She kissed me back and I laid back on her bed. She slid on top of me as she kissed me and my eyebrows shot up.
“You’re welcome, Daddy. I’m a good girl,” she whispered as she pushed down against me. I’d created a monster and I was going to enjoy using her.
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