Nikki's Daddy

Written per a fan's request...who was and is the namesake for the varying incarnations of 'Nikki.' Hope she enjoys...

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It was the third night in a row that she was out past midnight. I'm a reasonable man, I think, but there are limits. When my daughter asked to move back into the house at 19, I agreed under a handful of rules. But slinking out all hours of the night went against everything we agreed to. Her mother was too soft on her, and more than willing to encourage her social outings. For me, though, it was a simple matter of her becoming something unacceptable. Or, at the very least, considering activities which we would find unacceptable. In more blunt words, she either was already a whore or was readily descending to the role of a whore. And so, on the third night...I waited. I stood, the whiff of too many drinks drifting about my breath, in her closet and in darkness. Thoughts flashed through me. What would I say, or do? Did she know how many nights I'd taken her panties from the hamper and stroked myself senseless as I sniffed them? Or how many of her panties had barely-faded cum stains in them? Did she know that I'd gone so far as to wire a camera in her bedroom and in the shower, so I could watch her strip in all her glory and satisfy myself nightly to her naked form? Did she know the few times she'd brought a beau-of--the-moment home drove me wild with jealousy and lust? That I came the most imagining taking the beau's place with her?

In the end, it didn't matter. When she walked into her room, she was silent. She looked exhausted. Exhausted from fucking some other worthless man? Or exhausted from teasing men with the body they'd never touch? I could barely see her through the slits in the closet door. But I didn't wait long. She changed in front of her dresser into her prearranged pajama set. I walked out silently. I was behind her before she even noticed me approaching her in the mirror, and suddenly I had my hand over her mouth. She tried to scream, but it was too muffled. My eyes trailed her body from behind her where I stood, and in front as well - aided by her mirror. A blue, nylon fitted top with long sleeves hugged every curve under her beige dress with spaghetti straps. Grabbing the corner of the dress/top and pulling with every silent desire ripped both off her readily enough. Her eyes grew huge -- confused and scared that her own father would be doing such a thing to her. But my hand never left her lips as she tried to scream more, or as tears ran down her cheeks in confusion and fear.

All that was left on her luscious, curve-filled frame was a white bra with lace trimmings and a laced back. And...black lace boy shorts that held the prize I sought. My lips trailed her ear momentarily before whispering...

"Nikki...I don't know how many pairs of your panties I've soiled with my cum, or how many times I've watched you strip while fucking my hand... Now I'm going to fuck you."

She squealed into my hand and I struck the back of her head, firmly.

"Nikki...I've got countless videos of you. Think of this...how would it be to be thrown out of this house, with nowhere to go? And, worse, to have the internet flooded with videos of you fucking random men, fucking yourself, and stripping? Now I'm going to take my hand off your mouth. If you say no, or resist, I'll either hurt you more or throw you into the street. Do you understand?"

Her tears still ran down her cheeks and over my hand, still firmly clamped over her mouth. Some quiet sound left her lips. I assumed one of acknowledgment. I pushed her onto her bed, roughly. Dropping my pants and boxers, my seven inches of desire sprung forward.

"Suck it."

She slowly leaned forward, body racking with soft sobs...but placing my cock in her mouth. Her tongue moved slowly, her lips barely moving over my cock. I grabbed her hair in my fist and guided her head up and down, firmly and quickly. She coughed, gagging, unwilling and confused. But I didn't stop. Her drool was slicking her cheeks and my legs as she tried to compensate. But her lips and tongue desperately adapted as I continued the speed. The thought of watching the video later gave me a brief thrill, and I showed mercy by allowing her to slow slightly. Surprisingly, she became more enthusiastic. Her tongue, her suction increased as the pace decreased. For a moment, I relished it. Then, grabbing her hair in my fist, I pulled her mouth off my cock.

"You think trying just a little bit will get me off before I fuck you? Think again, Nikki. You're my daughter and my whore now. This isn't one night you'll forget. Until I decide I'm done, you're my personal fuck toy. Now STRIP."

She blinked and paused for a single moment. My hand slapped her cheek, hard. It flared dark red and she appeared stunned, again. Before a second blow was called for, the fingertips of both her hands reached behind her back. She unhooked her bra and, slowly, pulled it off her enormous breasts. Those flawless D-cups came into view, and she tossed her bra to the side.

"D....daddy... Should I suck my nipples for you?"

"...that's a good girl, finally understanding her place. Do it."

She opened her mouth and, showing herself as the amateur she was, tried desperately to catch it in her mouth. When she finally did, she sucked it heartily. Her eyes reflected a brief, but profound, flushing of desire as she started. Her hand twitched, almost reaching towards her crotch. Good...she might be inexperienced after all, but was still a whore at heart. As she suckled herself and grasped her breasts for my amusement, I grabbed the sides of her boyshorts and yanked them off furiously. She seemed shocked, but didn't even stop sucking her nipples. I held her panties to my face...sniffed...and licked her wetness from them. My girl was a whore, and about to be a whore for her daddy. I grabbed her thighs firmly and spread them apart, guiding myself into her pussy. Her nipple barely had time to slip from her mouth as she tried to protest.

"Daddy -- no, I'll-"

I slapped her again and continued, thrusting myself into her warmth, her wetness... She was tight. Not a virgin, but barely experienced by the feel. She moaned and cried at the same time, and who was I to lie? It turned me on more. I didn't care for her pain, I cared only for the pleasure she was feeding me. My hands grappled with her breasts. They were too big for my hands but some part of me felt like they belonged only to me, were only for my enjoyment. I wish I could l say I fucked her for hours, but I didn't. Not that first time, at least. I fucked her, ignoring her tears and soft protests, and after a handful of minutes I came inside the pussy I'd fantasized about for years. As I pulled out, the last lackluster shots of cum drained into the thin bush above her otherwise shaved pussy. She was done crying, and a rather blank expression was left on her face.

"...Daddy, am I just your whore?"

"...my daughter, and my whore."

She nodded, understanding.