The Irresponsible Daughter

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are 18 years or older.

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He stood shrouded in shadow. On the couch, before him, her lithe form lay sprawled and unconscious. Quietly he bent, carefully gathering her in his arms.

She was light, her small body almost disappearing into his arms; her delicate flesh cold and barely covered by almost a dress. Blonde unruly locks of hair covered half of her angelic face. Despite her deep slumber, she looked troubled and her breath smelled of strong spirits.

He carried her easily. Surefooted and quiet up the stairs and into her room. There he laid her down on the bed, carefully as not to disturb her. Gently he removed her dress, folded it and put it aside on a chair. Turning back he stopped to look. He took in the sight of her pale soft skin; tracing faint blue veins running up her shapely legs, the flat tummy and her small breasts partly hidden by her underwear.

Moving closer he knelt down, lightly running his fingertips along her thighs; lingering just a moment before he kissed her forehead and covered her up in her blankets. Slowly he rose up, stepped outside and closed the door behind him. For a moment he stood there.

"What is this?" he thought, as he felt the pleasant swelling of his groin. "What is this darkness that has me ready to commit the ultimate sin — my own flesh and blood?" And so he went to his own bedroom and lay waiting until he set his guilt aside and sleep took him.

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As morning broke in splendor, golden light filling the house, she awkwardly entered the kitchen where her father was preparing breakfast.

"Good morning daddy," she quietly said.

"Good morning Claire, sit down - breakfast is almost ready," he replied.

She relaxed a little at the casual tone of his voice.

"Oh, great! What are we having?" Claire asked.

"Well," her father replied, "considering last night I thought you'd need something to recover. I'm making a delicious Italian tomato soup with crispy bacon, a poached egg and some grated Pecorino on top. You'll love it, I'm sure."

Her pretty face broke into a brilliant smile; "Wow daddy, sounds delicious!"

Silence fell as they broke fast for not only was Claire's father a great cook but there was also the awkwardness of last night.

"Daddy..." she began.

He leveled a steady gaze at her; "Yes?"

"I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me," Claire pleaded as she cast her eyes down in shame.

"Sorry for what?" her father asked.

She looked up at him, trembling slightly under his steady gaze; "Last night, I was drunk..." she began.

"I noticed."

"I was at a friends house. You know Lisa? Well, there was a party and we were having so much fun. Then I got drunk. Too drunk, so I went home and... and... I think I fell asleep on the couch."

"You did," her father said dryly.

"Please don't be mad!" she sobbed.

Her father sat quietly for a moment, thinking; "I'm not mad," he finally said. "Yet, your behavior was irresponsible and it could have ended badly."

"I know daddy, I'm sorry," she said looking down at the table again. "It won't happen again, I promise!"

He looked at her with penetrating eyes, his expression revealing nothing; "There is also the matter of the dress you were wearing..."

She looked at him surprised; "The dress? What about it?"

"I may be old-fashioned," he said, "but that was hardly a dress even by today's standards. Not very ladylike, do you think?"

"Oh, um... I..."

"What's more," he continued, "getting drunk out of control and dressed like that is exactly the kind of behavior that gets girls into trouble. You're old enough to know that. I'm disappointed."

"I'm so sorry daddy," she sobbed. "I did not mean to disappoint you."

He looked at her intently as he thought. Claire was a good girl, he had raised her well. Even though her apology was sincere this transgression worried him. She'll soon move out the house to her own place. What if this reckless and irresponsible behavior continues?

"What do you think we should do?" he asked her.

"I'm not sure what you mean...?" she replied confused.

"I'm worried, Claire," he explained. "I'm worried that this behavior will continue if I don't put a stop to it now. What if this recklessness gets you into trouble when I'm not around?"

"It won't, I promise!" she cried.

"I believe you are sincere," he replied, "but this will soon be forgotten if I don't set an example."

She looked worried now, her eyes misty and she meekly asked him; "What do you mean?"

He pushed his chair out from the table, sat back and beckoned her; "Come here."

Slowly she walked over to him where he motioned for her to stand beside him; "Yes daddy?"

"Pull your pants down," he ordered.

"Daddy!" she exclaimed in shock.

"Now Claire!" he ordered.

She felt him unrelenting, his eyes penetrating her and a faint hint of anger in his voice. Suddenly afraid she obeyed him and pulled her pants down.

"Now lie down over my knees," he told her.

Shakily she obeyed, laying down over her father's legs with her round shapely butt in the air. It felt humiliating. Shocked she felt her father remove her panties as well. She was exposed, humiliated and in his control now.

"What are you doing, daddy?" she whimpered.

*SMACK*

His big hand hit her hard on the buttocks and she screamed in both pain and surprise.

*SMACK*

"Keep quiet," her father sternly admonished her.

"But it hurts, daddy!"

*SMACK*

"This is your punishment," her daddy said, "and you are to take it quietly."

*SMACK*

She held back a sob. Her ass was burning now. She tensed involuntarily.

*SMACK*

Tears started to sting her eyes. The air felt soothing against her buttocks and her skin tingled with pain.

*SMACK*

"You're doing good," her father said, "this will soon be over."

He stroked her butt, soothing the red skin, and she felt a pleasant warmth spread from her butt cheeks to her groin.

*SMACK*

She inhaled sharply and whimpered, "Please..."

*SMACK*

Her ass was numb with pain and yet again her father's big rough hand stroked her. She felt the pleasant warmth spread to her groin, up her tummy, and down her legs. Was she getting wet? How could that be?

*SMACK*

This time she let out an involuntary moan and she shuddered in both pain and an odd sense of pleasure. As he stroked her butt she welcomed the warmth that spread further and intensified. Shamed and embarrassed she felt her sweet juices leaking.

"You've done well," her father said, still stroking her. "Have you learned your lesson now?"

"Yes daddy," she whimpered, "I will never get drunk and disappoint you again!"

"Good," he smiled, "then it's time for the second lesson"

"The what?" she looked up worried.

He just stood her up and told her to get on her knees in front of him. She knew to obey and looked up at him with a quiet question in her eyes.

"The first lesson," her father said as he started unbuttoning his pants, "was to teach you not to get drunk..."

Her jaw dropped as her father pulled out his massive cock in front of her face.

"The second lesson," her father said as he slowly stroked his cock, "is to teach you the consequences of being a slut."

She was transfixed by the massive cock in front of her. Her own daddy's cock. It was pulsing and throbbing, growing impossibly hard.

"You know what to do, don't you Claire?" her father said, "Have you sucked cock before?"

"Yes..." she had fooled around with boys before but nothing like this.

He watched as his darling daughter slowly grabbed his cock in her tiny hand and tentatively licked. She started stroking and opening her mouth as wide as she could she took him in. Little by little she forced the cock down and started sucking.

She trembled and chocked, covering the shaft with her warm saliva. As she forced more of daddy's cock in her mouth she felt shivers of pleasure down to her groin; a warm glow spreading from her sore butt cheeks to her little pussy, up her tummy, and down her legs.

He quietly guided her head as he watched his daughter take more and more of his cock into her pretty mouth. Claire was losing herself in the act and he saw the shivers of pleasure running through her body.

"You're doing great," he told her.

She looked up at him with big innocent eyes; "Thank you, daddy."

He motioned for her to stop. Picked her up at sat her on the kitchen table; legs spread and exposing her sopping wet pussy.

"Do you know what I'm going to do next?" he asked her.

"Are you going to fuck me, daddy?"

"I'm going to claim you, own you, possess you... I'm going to fuck you until you know nothing else."

He entered her slowly. Her tiny cunt stretching as he filled her inch by inch. He could not help but let out a moan as her muscles gripped him and welcomed him to the radiating heat and wetness of his darling daughters little cunt.

She shook and moaned loudly. The initial pain subsided to pure pleasure as she was filled with daddy's cock. A glowing heat spread from her groin to her tummy and throughout her whole body as he claimed her.

He slowly started moving, easing her up, to start thrusting with deliberate strokes. With each thrust, the heat from her cunt intensified and spread through her body.

"What are you?", he asked as he thrust into her.

"A slut," she replied.

"Who's slut?" he asked.

"Your slut." she moaned in response.

He slapped her and thrust hard; "Who's slut?"

"Daddy's slut!" she whimpered and moaned.

He tore her shirt off, exposing her full nakedness. Her small breasts stood at attention and he marveled at her milky skin with faint blue veins. As he thrust deeper and deeper he sucked hard on the delicious breasts. Thrusting, sucking and filling her; claiming her, owning her, possessing her...

The glowing heat filled her as she bounced and shook on his cock. Her sense of self had started to vanish. There was only the agonizing glow and the fullness of his cock as her daddy possessed her.

"You're mine now," he growled.

"Yes, daddy!"

"My slut, my whore, my precious little fuck doll!" he was getting more intense as he ravished her.

The heat from her cunt reached its crescendo, spread throughout her whole body as he thrust furiously into her. As he growled and grunted, his pulsing cock filling her with his seed, she came. Shaking uncontrollably, every muscle spasmed, she screamed as wave after wave of glowing heat went through her body.

Then there was only darkness.

She woke up tucked in her bed. Her body ached, her cunt was sore and her ass was tender. She ran a hand down her body, noticing she was still naked, and down to her aching pussy. There she felt the remains of her daddy's seed, still hot.

Suddenly aware she was not alone she turned around to see her daddy sitting beside her in the bed.

She smiled at him; "I love you daddy."

"I love you too," he said, "my little whore."