Hot Daughter Shower Bang

"Hot Daughter Shower Bang"

by J.D. Savanyu

A cold February night in crazy rich Greenwich. I'm strutting around a cocktail party full of hedge fund jockeys in my daddy's mansion. I love the sleazy look on their faces, checking out my hot eighteen year-old body while sipping high-end booze. My shiny blonde hair cascades along a $1,400 indigo blue cocktail dress, nicely framing my perky D-cup breasts. The silky smooth fabric tapers down my well-toned abs and wide hips. Leaving enough room to show off my $500 black lacy vintage stockings. Four black straps lead up to a concealed garter belt around my waist. A pair of $1,170 blue satin high-heeled Mules are like icing on the cake.

"You're looking lovely tonight, Miss Keofferam," beams David Crenshaw, the chief operating officer of Pinnacle Equity Management. One step below the CEO, my father Roger.

"Thank you, dear," I utter sweetly. "My daddy got me this dress for Christmas."

"Your daddy has good taste in fashion, and women."

I giggle girlishly and toss my golden bangs. "But his wife got bored with tasting the same dish over and over."

Daddy is sitting nearby on an antique red velvet Louis Quatorze armchair, next to his charismatic CMO "Buffalo" Bill Allen. Eating a whiskey and vermouth-soaked cherry from his manhattan cocktail, grinning devilishly at his only child. He divorced my mother a few months ago, and things have gotten really crazy since then.

"Guess what he got me for my eighteenth birthday yesterday? A $900 bikini."

"Holy shit," David snickers. "Talk about conspicuous consumerism, with all those starving children in Afghanistan or whatever."

I giggle again, cocking my head in daddy's direction. I still can't believe what happened after he gave me that skimpy sparkling red-and-green number with twelve-karat golden rings. My repressed Freudian desires poured out in an overpowering flood, and I stripped nude and right in front of him, much to his pleasant surprise. I slid that sparkling bikini onto my lean curvaceous body, loving how sexy it made me feel. Then I led Roger down to our basement and hopped into our big bubbling hot tub. The steamy swirling water got me even hornier. I lost all control; seducing my father like a high-class whore. Next thing I knew, he was pounding my tight teen pussy with his big manly dick, and spanking my wet ass like hell. Taking my virginity aggressively, making me feel so fucking good. Making my wild perverted fantasies come true, leaving me starving for more. (Greed for money and greed for sex go hand-in-hand on a primal level.)

I sashay over to Roger, swinging my hips like a supermodel on the runway, drawing his attention to my vintage stockings. Like a blonde Betty Boop.

"Great party, daddy. I love that caviar spread from Aux Delicès."

"Aux Delicès is oh-so-delicious," he replies playfully. "Their cherry tarts are jam-packed with flavor, melting in your mouth. Better than sex," he beams. Emphasizing the illicit double entendre.

"I'll have some more cherry tarts later, for a midnight snack."

His eyes open wide with clear arousal. "Me too, baby-doll. But you better brush your teeth afterward."

"Maybe I won't brush my teeth. I'm feeling naughty."

"Don't make me punish you, Katie."

"You never punish me, daddy."

"Don't make me start punishing you."

I murmur seductively, tossing my golden bangs. "You're so tantalizing, Mister Keofferam. A riddle wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in a sharp Burberry suit."

Daddy gives me a dirty look with those charming bedroom eyes. His CFO Ibuka Morita leans against a mahogany credenza nearby, nursing a Daiquiri and looking at us like we're nuts. He doesn't know the half of it!

The party gradually winds down, with my anticipation growing and growing. There's still three months until I graduate from Greenwich High, and six months until I fly over to England for my first semester at Oxford. In the meantime, I want to find out just how deep this rabbit hole goes. A freaky Alice in a fucked-up Wonderland, taking a perverted red pill. Surrendering myself completely to daddy, body and soul. My black panties get wetter and wetter beneath my blue dress; recalling how hard he fucked me in various positions in that hot bubbling tub, surrounded by flaming tiki torches. The best cherry-popping a girl could possibly have.

Everyone at this ritzy cocktail party assumes I'm just another dumb hot blonde chick, but I'm definitely not. I've got a 4.0 grade average, and I can discuss Kierkegaard and Chomsky until the cows come home. My strong mind gives me more control over my strong sexuality. I'll use that control to make all my dreams come true, in the bedroom and in corporate boardrooms. I'm really "going places," like the next Ivanka Trump.

The last guests depart at ten o'clock. We escort Lynn Hollub toward the front door with her husband/designated driver, making sure the inebriated vice president of human resources doesn't trip over a plush $18,000 rug in the foyer. I close and lock the door behind them, leaving me all alone with daddy in a lavish mansion with seven bedrooms. He spins me around abruptly, shoves my ass against the door, and shoves his tongue right down my throat. Holy shit!

He french-kisses me passionately for a minute, thrusting his hulking body against my diminutive feminine frame. I feel his massive dick getting longer and longer against my throbbing pussy. Dry-humping his daughter through those "respectable" business trousers. I need him inside me so bad. I'm taking this toxic fling as far as it can possibly go.

He finally pulls back, and I gasp throatily with intense arousal, tilting my head back until it hits the peephole.

"Oh my god," Roger groans. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, all fucking day!"

"Me too, daddy. It took so much willpower not to jerk off in the shower after our tennis match today."

"I'm saving all my cum for your pretty face, blondie. Game, set, match."

I kiss him harder, tongue wrestling like a heavyweight champ. I pull back a minute later with another awkward gasp.

"Damn, my panties are soaked. I want you to fuck me in the hot tub again, daddy."

"Nah, let's try a different aquaphile adventure this time."

Roger scoops me up in his burly arms and carries me up an ornate art-deco stairway. Treating me just like he treated Leni on their wedding night, two years before I was born. I look almost exactly like his sexy Austrian ex-wife, making our illegal affair even creepier.

"Are you gonna clean up your dirty daughter in the shower, Mister Keofferam?"

"Damn right. But first, I'm gonna show you my secret 'toy collection.' A little punishment for your naughty ways."

Oh my god, oh my god. Daddy wants to get kinky with me! I've never seen the "arsenal" he used against Leni, because he keeps all his sex toys in a locked cabinet in the master bedroom.

"Oooh yeah. Tie me up and dominate me real good, daddy. I'm your willing slave."

Roger laughs under his breath, turning down a long hallway. Passing room after room full of crazy one-percenter crap. This mansion is full of recent abstract paintings by famous New York City artists (most of which are indistinguishable from paintings by fifth graders at P.S. 135.) He carries me into the master bedroom at the far southern end. A big picture window offers a great view of the dark Long Island Sound, with the Manhattan skyline twinkling on the far horizon. Daddy sets me down next to the king size bed he used to share with Leni. He goes over to that big mysterious cabinet.

"I knew you'd try to sneak in here eventually, so I made the password just as safe as the one for my Cayman Islands bank account." He turns toward the keypad and carefully enters the code. "Y-5-W-J-R, F-4-J-6-5, 4-5-K-9-J. Open sesame!"

The wooden doors slide open, and my jaw drops open. The cabinet is jam-packed with whips, crops, cuffs, clamps, restraints and harnesses. Lots of genuine leather and stainless steel for sensual domination.

"Oh my god, daddy. You're such a freak!"

"That's exactly what Leni said, so many times."

"But then she ran off to Chicago, and now you have to make do with me."

"Now you're daddy's little kink doll. I never went easy on Leni, and I won't go easy on you."

"I'm up to the challenge, Mister Keofferam. But we better set a safe word first. How about... sacher torte?" (An Austrian cake that mommy loved to bake for us. My Freudian subconscious is revving into overdrive.)

"Sounds delicious, meine schöne Ballschönheit. Now take off all your clothes, except those vintage stockings."

"Yes sir, Mister Keofferam."

I quickly remove my dress and toss it on the purple silk pillow that used to cradle Leni's head. The smell of her ridiculously expensive perfume still lingers in the air, six months after she spilled a bottle of Maison Francis Kurkdjian À la Rose on the nightstand. (A thousand bucks worth of flower juice down the drain.) My black lacy bra and panties are soon lying on top of that pillow. Daddy admires my big naked boobs and hairy blonde crotch. His nine inch dick is about to rip right through his corporate pants.

"Turn around and put your hands behind your back."

"What's the charge, officer?" I snicker.

"Shut the fuck up, you barely legal bitch," he grunts. I gladly obey his order, showing off my tennis-toned ass. The smooth stockings and garter belt make me feel even more naked than naked. Roger grabs my forearms and binds them together behind my back with a leather sleeve, fastening it tightly with three buckle straps.

"You've been screwing around like a spoiled slutty brat, but now your billionaire father is gonna set you straight."

"Fuck yeah, Daddy Warbucks," I moan desperately. "Take me in the shower and scrub off my sins."

"I'll do a lot more than 'scrubbing,' blondie."

Roger grabs a box full of stuff from the cabinet, then he grabs my left arm and pulls me into a spacious French-style bathroom. He goes over to a big Carrara marble bathtub and turns a gleaming brass handle. Hot water pours down from a gleaming brass shower head.

"Get in there, bitch!" Roger growls.

"Yes, sir," I murmur pathetically, loving his macho role-playing. Discovering the man behind the mask. I slowly enter the tub, finding the simple task very difficult in bondage. The hot water hits my nearly naked body, making me sigh luxuriantly. I've been a raving aquaphile for as long as I can remember, having grown up right next to the sea. Great eye candy on the beaches for all those uber-rich playboys.

Daddy gets naked while I get soaked. He masturbates slowly, watching that hot steaming water running in tantalizing rivulets over my sleek feminine curves, glistening on my black lacey stockings.

"All right, you're wet enough. Step away from the shower, and face your father."

"Yes, sir."

I go to the other end of the tub, and he glares at me sternly.

"Spread your legs, nice and wide."

I spread them in a straight inverterted V-shape, quietly thanking myself for working out every fucking day, after working hard at school.

"You've been living on easy street, but now I'm giving you a taste of the real world. The real pain I've been profiting from."

He reaches into that box of tricks and pulls out a big cat o'nine tails. A dozen tiny black leather straps attached to a leather-wrapped wooden handle.

"This black cat is hungry for your blonde pussy."

He swings that cat firmly, lashing every square inch of my crotch. My vagina flares up with intense masochistic pleasure.

Whaap! Whaap! Whaap!

"Oh fuck, yes! Whip my pussy harder, daddy!"

"Say please, bitch."

"Please whip my pussy harder!"

Whaap! Whaap! Whaap! Whaap! Whaap! Whaap!

"Oh my god, I love how you punish me. I want more, please!"

"Naughty spoiled cunt, never getting your fill," Roger growls fiercely.

Whaap! Whaap! Whaap! Whaap!

My wet pussy buzzes like a beehive, shooting bolts of lightning throughout my body. I never felt so alive; taking deep rapturous breaths. The hot steamy air fills my lungs, soothing me from within as the cat stings me from without. Like a ritual purification. He finally stops swinging that leather whip, and I groan in staggering relief.

"Damn, look at those hot fucking tits. You're a real bombshell, blondie. You could have been a porn star."

"I could still be a porn star, daddy," I murmur seductively.

"Shut the fuck up!"

He swings that cat fast and hard on my soaked tits, jiggling them like hell. I groan loudly, squirming my arms in helpless bondage behind my back.

"Take it like a man, you 'innocent' little girl!"

Thwaash! Thwaash! Thwaash! Thwaash! Thwaash! Thwaash!

"You're not a virgin anymore, but your heart still belongs to daddy."

"Fuck yeah! Whip my ass as hard as you spanked it yesterday. Please!"

"Yes ma'am," Roger laughs sardonically. He grabs my garter belt-covered waist and spins my body around in the slick marble tub.

Schwack! Schwack! Schwack! Schwack! Schwack! Schwack! Schwack! Schwack! Schwack!

"Ooooooh fuuuuuuck! Go daddy, go daddy, goooo!"

Those tiny leather straps keep working their magic, setting my heart-shaped ass on fire. Each blow sends a shockwave racing right back to my clit. I want to flick that little magic bean so bad, but the leather armbinder won't budge. He finally spins my lithe body back around to face him.

"Let's not forget Leni's personal favorite," Roger grunts. He reaches into that box and pulls a plastic cup with some metallic stuff rattling inside. He reaches in and pulls out a small silver clip.

"Oh shit, nipple clamps!" I groan with mock fear.

"Damn right, bitch. These little fuckers drove your mother out of her mind."

He clips one of them on each nipple, making me squeal delightfully. So many nerve endings in those two little spots, buzzing at a thousand volts. Oh my god, this is beyond mind-blowing. Why the hell did mommy want to leave a guy like him? A guy who never left her unsatisfied (at least in the bedroom.)

Daddy puts five more clips on my clitoris and outer labia. Ten thousand nerve endings in that tiny fleshy mound; firing on all cylinders.

"Holy fuck, you're so crazy, daddy!"

"You love this shit just as much as Leni."

I groan breathlessly, wobbling on weak knees. Sweat breaks out all over my body in the hot steamy bathroom.

"She also loved it when I did this."

He grabs the cat and whips my clamped-up tits with rapid side-to-side motions, making me howl toward the ceiling. Those metal instruments soon fly off, clattering down on the wet marble tub. He keeps swinging and swinging, driving me crazier and crazier.

"Oh shit, oh shit! Ohhh-hooo shiiiiiit! Oooooh... sacher torte, sacher torte!"

My sweet chocolatey safe word stops his arm in mid-swing, leaving only one clamp left on my clit. Leaving me in a total masochistic daze, staggering back against the tiled shower wall.

"All right, Katie. You've learned your lesson. You better stay loyal to your father for the next six months."

"Yes sir, Mister Keofferam. I'll be your good submissive fuckdoll daughter, until I leave for Oxford."

"Rule Britannia, bitch," he snickers. Then he takes that metal clip off my pleasure center, and I shriek with relief.

"Get your ass right under the shower."

"Yes, sir."

I back that ass up under the gentle waterfall, sighing luxuriantly as it hits my whip-raw flesh and black vintage stockings. Those tight lacey numbers feel even better on my athletic legs when they're soaked with hot water. My arms are still bound together in that leather sleeve... and I'm wondering what other tricks daddy has up his sleeve. A flood of teenage hormones make me impatient, desperate for him to get me off. He gets in the marble tub and puts his big dick right next to my lips.

"Open your fucking mouth," he grunts. I open wide, then he grabs my head and shoves that hearty sausage all the way in, gagging me right off the bat.

"Hot blondes like you get lots of big dicks, so you have to learn to control your gag reflex. It gets a little easier every time."

He face-fucks me shallow for a moment, then deep again, gagging me five more times. Foamy spittle oozes all over his thick shaft.

"That's right, Katie-girl. I'm your drill instructor for blowjob boot camp. By the time August comes around, you'll be deep-throating me like Jesse Jane."

I have no fucking idea who Jesse Jane is... but with a name like that, she has to be awesome. He pulls his penis out of my mouth, and I catch my breath with throaty gasps. He shoves it back in and gags me six more times.

"Awwww fuuuuuuuck," he growls with macho abandon. He finally pulls out and grabs my shoulders, yanking me up to a standing position. Then he drops to his own knees and buries his face in my crotch. Devouring his daughter's pussy disgustingly. Slurping that little twat so good, just like he did yesterday night in that steamy sloshing hot tub.

"Oh god, daddy! Yes! Keep going to town on my cherry tart!"

I fuck his face fast and hard, stimulating my clit while he works my labia. He squeezes my sore ass cheeks with both hands, and jams his tongue way up my tart.

"Oh shiiiiit! Don't fucking stop. Wake my lonely pussy up!"

Roger rocks his tongue rapidly back and forth in my tight pink hole, fucking it even better than his big dick. I love how his rough tongue fills every nook and cranny. The pressure builds and builds in my g-spot, until I can't possibly hold back my load any longer.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum on your face, daddy! Ohhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhhhhhWAAAAAAHA - HA - HAAAAAAA!"

I squirt so hard, splattering clear fluid all over his body. I scream at the top of my lungs as it keeps gushing and gushing out my pee-hole. I stumble backward under the hot falling water, reeling in ecstasy. He wipes that girl-jizz off his face with an indignant growl.

"Bend over, bitch! I'm gonna pound your tight teen pussy."

"Yes sir, Mister Keofferam."

I bend over halfway under the shower, and he grabs my bound arms. That hot H2O feels so good, pouring steadily down my back, funneling right over my asshole. He grabs my ass cheeks with both hands and slams his huge prick all the way up my throbbing snatch.

"Ooooh shit!" I scream triumphantly. He keeps ramming his hard thighs against my hard ass, devastating my petite pussy with his massive manhood. "Keep fucking me hard, daddy! Just the way I like it. Make me squirt again with that big fucking dick!"

He picks up the pace, giving my rump a good solid smack. The sound reverberates off the bathroom walls, mixing with the splashing water sounds.

"Fuck yeah! Spank my stockinged ass like a slutty secretary. Make it hurt!"

Paaash! Paaash! Paaash! Paaash! Paaash! Paaash! Paaash!

His big strong hands deliver many square blows, sending many shockwaves right back to my clit. Daddy's big dick stretches my labia taut, generating so much friction with hard upward thrusting.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Keep pounding me just like that, you goddamn daughterfucker!"

His dick hits my g-spot just right, at sixty miles an hour. It only takes thirty seconds to start the waterworks again. Another staggering orgasm.

"Don't blow your load so soon, bitch! I'll teach you how to make it last."

He slows down to first gear, fucking me at a leisurely pace. I sigh pleasantly in the afterglow. It doesn't get any better than this. I'll be dreaming about these wild winter nights at Oxford, picturing daddy when I'm "making love" to bratty British guys in a gothic dorm room.