Porn Star's Daughter Ch. 15

He grunted and I felt my bowels receive his wonderful, glorious load. He couldn't stop his thrusts even if he wanted to. Once his orgasm had started, he was powerless to stop it. He cried out in beautiful agony, his body shaking in unmistakeable orgasmic convulsions and twitches.

An evil grin swept across my lips as I saw recognition cross Tracy's face, especially as her eyes trace down to the union of my father's cock and... my ass. His cock twitched and sputtered, and I envisioned the sight from her perspective - a glorious pumping of shot after shot that she couldn't see.

I had given him what she couldn't. No matter what, she would always know that she could never achieve what I had done. I had given him my ass, fully and completely, and I had received his come there - not her.

What's more, I had taken my rightful birthright and deprived her of her domination over both me and my father.

This was the moment I had been planning for, working toward, plotting and scheming since that day Andrew had taken my ass for the first time.

This one moment, this one second. When I saw the look on her face, and then I scanned Simone's, I knew that it had all been worth it. It had paid off. Right then and there, everything zeroed in on one unescapable truth.

I owned them.

That's when my orgasm hit me. I wasn't sure if it would happen, but now that it had it seemed like there was no other possible conclusion. Seeing that look of despair on her face, the knowledge that not only was my father fucking me but coming in my ass - something she could never do - was all I needed.

The Power. I had it.

And then, in one glorious moment of exaltation, I took it.

My legs shot out, and I bared everything to Tracy and Simone. In an obscene gesture, I spread myself wide so that they couldn't tear their eyes away from my core, my bare shaven pussy completely exposed, and the thickest cock any of us had ever seen buried balls deep in my ass.

Their helplessness in witnessing my victory only added to the moment.

Take it, you bitches! Team Shutupandfuckme and Team Morality shouted in chorus. Watch me!

"Oh god I'm coming!" I screamed, and that seemed to push Tracy out of her catatonic state.

"No!" She screamed back at me. "No! No! No! No!"

Tracy launched herself towards us, pushing Simone out of the way in order to get to us. My father couldn't help but finish us both off with a few additional fucks, before he was able to react to Tracy's attack.

I just grinned back at her as my father's cock started to slide out of my ass. After all, there wasn't much else I could do. My father put me down on the ground and I felt his dick slide the rest of the way out, my body still quivering and shaking from aftershocks. It took every ounce of strength not to fall over.

She came at me, her hand raised to strike me. My father twisted and caught her hand with one of his own, and spun her around into a choke hold. She struggled, but she was no match for my father's strength.

Simone remained stock still, still in utter shock from seeing her father's cock coming inside, and emerging from, her arch nemesis' ass. She just stood there, her pretty face frozen in a mask of horror as she tried - and failed - to process what she was seeing. I almost felt sorry for her.

Oh, who am I kidding? No, I most certainly did not.

I stood there, wobbly on my high heels, but absolutely determined to will myself to stand with confidence. One hand on my hip, I lazily put a finger between my legs and dipped the tip into my hole, staring straight at Simone.

Her eyes appeared glazed, almost as if she had suddenly popped into this reality from some other dimension and was completely disoriented. Her eyes looked around the room as if she had never seen it before, though it struck me that she had probably been to my father's condo more times than I had. That just made this all the sweeter of a victory.

Both of us turned to look at Tracy, who was thrashing about in my father's arms, hysterical. "No!" she shrieked at me. "He's mine! I told you, he's mine!"

My father's naked form looked like a Roman gladiator as he wrestled Tracy, lifting her up in the air. Holding her off the ground with one arm, I saw as her words registered with him and he knew I had been telling the truth. He looked from Tracy to Simone, and his jaw set in determination.

I'm not entirely sure what he did or how he did it, but he tossed Tracy back across the room where she collapsed in a heap at Simone's feet. She whipped her head back at my father, and then looked at me. Daggers flew from her eyes at me, unadulterated hatred unmasked and percolating.

My father's natural protector mode came to the fore, and he took a step between us. From my perspective, I got to see his muscular back and quite the fantastic ass of his own, and I couldn't hide my own look of appreciation.

Tracy caught it, and scrambled to her feet. She obviously intended to lunge at me again, but my father's imposing stance caused her to pause.

"You bitch!" she roared. From behind my father's back, I raised my fingers from my pussy to my mouth and smiled coyly at her. Who, me?

Her temporary hold on sanity broke, and she did launch herself again in my direction after all. My father easily pushed her back when she got close enough. She fell onto her ass, hard, and her eyes fell to his glistening semi-erect cock.

Even in the haze of her fury, she seemed to realize that the jig was up. His penis - the one she had craved for twenty years - was mere feet away from her and yet she seemed to realize that she would never have it again. She cocked her head at the dawning comprehension that this may very well be the very last time she ever saw it.

Incredibly, she tried a different tactic. "Rod," she pleaded, turning to face him on her hands and knees. She was obviously heading straight for his dick. "We can share you."

My father took a step back involuntarily, horrified. She pressed forward, coming closer. "You can have both of us," she said, and then indicated Simone over her shoulder. "All of us. You can fuck each of us whenever you want."

She looked back at Simone. "Isn't that right, Simone?" she asked, with an obvious edge to her voice.

Simone looked from Tracy to my father's cock, and blanched. She shook her head, her mouth opening and closing like a guppy.

"Isn't that right, Simone?" Tracy repeated herself, her voice hardened and threatening.

Again, Simone shook her head. I remembered that Simone had tried - and failed - to get the dildo into her cunt, and apparently that memory didn't hold very pleasant emotions for her. Having seen me with my ass stuffed with that monster, she must have thought Tracy was now pimping out her own rectum as my father's sperm spittoon.

Tracy whipped her head back to my father and tried to put on her seductive voice again. "She'll do it," she said, contradicting Simone. "She just needs your gentle touch. You can teach her. She can be yours, too, Rod..."

Tracy's ability to adapt was as impressive as it was grotesque. She had completely misread my father's needs, thinking that he just needed to be fed a steady dose of perversion and kink. She could be that provider, that pimp for him. All he needed was to let her do that for him. He had fucked one daughter, so what was another? She could make that happen. He just needed to agree...

At the sound of my father's name, he found his voice. "Get out," he growled.

"Rod, please," she begged. "Don't do this."

My father looked at Simone. "You," he said, and Simone jumped. "You gave the video to Shannon?"

It was more of a statement than a question, and Simone looked like a deer caught in headlights. Slowly she nodded.

"At school?" he pressed.

Again, she nodded.

"And she had no idea why," he said, flatly. "This was before she found out you were her sister."

I hadn't told him that part, but apparently he was able to figure it out on his own. I shifted my weight, and the movement drew her attention. "Look at me!" my father roared.

Both Tracy and Simone flashed their eyes back upon my father who, even stark naked, held a commanding, no-nonsense presence. They were legitimately frightened.

"Why?" he demanded, struggling to find reason in an irrational act. "How could you be so cruel?"

His words carried a weight that was difficult to fathom. It was anger, frustration, pain and futility all rolled into one. It was empathetic and strained, and it carried unadulterated despair. This was a man who had tried, and failed, to do everything in his power to give her what she needed. For years.

"You've always been a sadist, Simone," he said, a strange resolution creeping into his voice. Every one of us hung on his every word. "I could cope with you treating me that way, because you were my daughter. I tolerated it because I couldn't give you everything you needed. But this..."

I had no idea what he was talking about. For all my focus and obsession about Simone, it never occurred to me that she could have been like that to other people. From everything Tracy had told me, plus the way that she looked at him in the Dean's office, I never would have guessed she would have done anything to him, too.

From behind him, I saw an angry red flush spread across his back, and then even I was scared. Every muscle and sinew seemed to grow taut, poised and ready to attack. Papa Bear was ready to strike.

Simone still refused to say anything. I'm not sure it would have helped, though. It did, however, seemed to get him to make up his mind.

His voice suddenly grew very soft, and I almost couldn't hear him at all. "I'm through with both of you. You will leave this house and never contact me or Shannon ever again," he said. The intensity of his voice was stronger than what he had used to throw Tracy across the room.

"Rod, please," Tracy moaned, tears forming in her eyes. Simone still looked as if she was in actual shock.

"Shut up!" my father hissed, still keeping his voice low and intense. Tracy recoiled as if slapped. "If I hear that you have contacted Shannon, or if she even sees you ever again, I will file charges with the ethics commission so fast your head will spin."

Tracy's eyes widened.

"And you," he said, turning to Simone. She squeaked and withered under his gaze. "The same goes for you. You are cut off. I've sacrificed because of you and your bitch mother long enough. It's time the two of you made it without me."

Simone couldn't believe her ears. Come to think of it, neither could I. I had planned to simply stun her into a bitch-slap of comeuppance. It never dawned on me - never even crossed my mind - that he would disown her.

I couldn't help but allow a slow grin to spread across my face. This was better than I could have hoped for!

"Please, Daddy!" Simone cried, tears welling in her eyes.

My father's voice was cold as ice. "Don't call me that," he said with no emotion. Something had apparently broken inside of him, something permanent. "You are no daughter of mine."

There was finality in those words. This was non-negotiable. She had been exiled from his life, for now and for ever. As quiet as he spoke, the weight of what he said fell on all of us like an avalanche.

Simone gasped, having just suffered a blow far greater than if he had beat her to within an inch of her life. Tracy recoiled as well, shocked at the sudden void that replaced my father's normal calm, sympathetic voice. I don't think any of us had heard him speak that way - ever - and it left no doubt in any of our minds that he was deadly serious.

"Now," my father said in the vacuum that followed. "Get out."

At first, no one made a move. I couldn't see his face from where I was standing, but I could see their reactions. Slowly, understanding began to creep in, and the futility of arguing began to settle across their faces.

Humiliated, Tracy slowly began to pick herself up off the floor. It was an excruciatingly embarrassing process, and there was no way she could hold onto her normal grace while doing it. I felt a rush inside of schadenfreude, a wicked sensation of victory over my mortal enemy.

Hyperbole? Absolutely. Then again, perhaps not. Tracy had set out in a campaign to destroy my life, and she had done so for months at a time. She had been very serious about pushing me out forever, forcing a permanent wedge between me and my father. Her crimes were very real.

I watched in smug satisfaction as the two women who had tortured me, tried to turn me into a whimpering, quivering mess (and succeeded) were cast out and exiled.

Tracy swung open the door, and walked out. The closing mechanism began to shut the door behind her, but she caught it with her hand and waited for Simone.

My father's former daughter stood there, disorientated. She had all the appearance of a girl who had no idea what had just happened. She didn't want to leave the condo, afraid that if she did then she would need to come to terms with the change in her status.

"Please, Da-" she said, but cut herself off as soon as she saw his reaction. I wasn't sure what it was from my angle, but it must have been blistering.

She choked on her tears, her pretty face screwed up in a deformed parody of her usual perfect features. Try as I might, I simply could not raise enough emotion to care for her pain and discomfort. She had tortured me for months, worked hard to make my remaining time at my school a miserable experience. She had tried to drive me to suicide, ramping up her efforts with every failed attempt.

Simone had wanted my father for herself. Tracy had somehow convinced her that by eliminating me as competition, she would be able to have him exclusively. It was beyond me how Simone failed to see that Tracy was too possessive to ever let that happen. I remembered the look on her face in the Dean's office, and could only imagine her desperate sense of loss now that he had disowned her.

"What... what am I going to do?" Simone asked my father.

He was unmoved. "Ask Tracy," he said, coolly. "You seem to have no problem doing what she tells you."

Oh snap!

Simone looked to Tracy, who said nothing. Simone broke at that point, and raced past Tracy as the sobs overwhelmed her. Tracy looked at my father, then to me, and then she looked at my father's dick one last time.

"Leave," he said, quietly. She looked at him, a strange expression on her face. I couldn't tell if she was still scheming or not, until he added, "Remember, Tracy. I will report you."

The finality in his voice seemed to finally hit home. Her jaw set, and she pivoted on her heels and turned to leave.

"Tracy," he said, suddenly. Tracy looked at him, undisguised hope on her face. Any chance of reconciliation was dashed as he said, calmly, "Leave my key."

Tracy looked down at the keys in her hand, and she hefted them slightly. "Now," he said, and it was clear that he would chase her out of the house naked if necessary.

She pulled the key off of her chain, tears streaking her makeup as they fell. Once off the chain, she threw it impotently in his direction, but it landed on the carpet harmlessly in front of me.

I knelt down and picked up the key. I'll take that, Team SUAFM cackled in my head.

When I stood up again, I saw the door swing closed after her, the latch locking with a soft click sound. Neither one of us moved for a moment, not sure what to do in the aftermath of the confrontation.

That little noise of the door brought everything home to me. The condo living room was dead silent, and now that they had left it felt as if you could hear a pin drop.

It was over.

Three months of work, planning, scheming. Three months of panicked jolts awake in the middle of the night that I would ruin the little chance to spend time with my father that I had. The nightmares of being rejected by my father, securing Tracy's grip over my father, of her keeping him away from me. I swallowed and tried to get my mind wrapped around these events. So many opportunities for failure, and I had managed to avoid them all.

I had won.

After a long moment, I finally went up to my father and peered up at him. For the first time since he had placed me aside to protect me from Tracy, I could finally see his face. I wasn't sure what I was expecting. I had thought he would be angry, even livid. Maybe he would be relieved. Stoic tears, though, were not among the choices.

He was distraught and desperately trying to hold himself together. Team Morality was checking back in now, and I felt strong pangs of guilt that I hadn't thought through how my plan would affect him. I suppose I had been so insecure about whether or not my plan would work, that I never thought about how he would take it if it did.

I touched his arm, trying desperately to not look at his cock dangling between his legs. Without saying a word, I took his hand in mine and brought him back to his bedroom and straight into the master bath. He let me lead him there, not saying a word, and I turned on the water. I couldn't even begin to fathom what chaotic thoughts were crashing around in his mind.

I caught myself in the mirror and realized that I had completely forgotten that my hair was still spiked into a mohawk, my hose and panties ripped, and the bright red stilettos seeming louder than the rushing water. I stood in front of him and slipped off the stilettos until I stood in my stocking feet. I was at least four inches shorter now, and the size difference between us seemed even more substantial.

I rolled down the hose and the useless panties, and even though he had fucked both of my holes I felt much more exposed now. He watched me, silently, saying nothing. There was no judgment, no sense of anything out of the ordinary. He just watched.

The bra came off, and then we were both standing in front of each other, nude. The shower had started to steam, and I took his hand and pulled him under the water.

As soon as the water fell onto our bodies, the red dye in my hair began to fall to the shower floor and my hair deflated onto my shoulders, bringing me back to my normal look very quickly. The tattoo, of course, was real, and I felt my father touch it with his fingers in wonder, trying to rub it off me at first.

"Huh," he said, surprised. "It's real."

He looked me in the eyes. "It's beautiful," he added. Then, after a moment. "You're beautiful."

I looked up at him and saw the water pouring over his face and obscuring whatever tears that may have remained. I blinked as the water splashed onto my face, and he angled his body to protect me from the falling droplets.

I hugged him, feeling his body against mine. After the mixture of sweat, saliva and lubrication, it felt strange to feel the purity of the water wash over us.

That's strange? With everything that has happened, that is what's strange to you?! Team Morality spoke up.

I couldn't help but smile at my choice of things to marvel at. Here I was, completely naked in the shower with my father. I felt his cock press up against my torso, but even soft it felt like an entirely different being. Just being next to it felt like a threesome.

As I reflected upon the last few hours, I couldn't believe what had happened. My plan had worked perfectly - even better than perfect, in fact. Looking back upon everything that could have gone wrong, it seemed too good to be true that everything had gone off without a hitch.