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A Father's Pride - Inauguration
The thing about Jacqueline, was her sweet little
face and her tiny rosebud lips…it made me so proud
to know my loins were able to produce something so
bright, so vivid, and so beautiful as my daughter,
Jacqueline. For eighteen years, I had humped that
behemoth in my bed I called my wife. As long as
the gin and cigarettes didn't run out, she was
compliant enough with her bleached pubes and too
bright lipstick. But Jacqueline, she was every
daddy's dream girl.
Since her birth, I have bathed and lotioned my
daughter. I know every inch of her body. Weekly,
the aestheticians come to the house in order to
pluck and polish my little girl. Mrs. Marquette
supervised what was to be done during those times.
Quite sensible, really. After all, today's world
doesn't understand the father's right to prime his
daughter for sensuousness in order for her
marriage to the proper man to work out well for
all those involved. So silly, really, the
conventions of the staid middle class.
I made the final tour of our suite, adjusting a
picture, fluffing a pillow. All was ready for our
cruise. With a flourish, our steward, Bjorn,
introduced Jacqueline's arrival. Breathtaking. She
was gowned in an ice blue gown of silk, her
blue-black hair swept up in an intricate fashion
with diamond clips and sapphire pins, her ruby
lips subtlety enhanced by color, and her stormy
sea-blue eyes perfectly framed by thick lashes.
The silk clung to her delicate curves in luxuriant
waves, swirling with the sway of her hips as she
strolled to me, smiling the look of a woman who
has come home. I heard the pop of the champagne
cork as I reached out to trace the outline of my
daughter's breast and felt the first tingles in my
prick as her nipple hardened under my touch. I
accepted a glass of champagne and traced the
outline of her right breast, so it wouldn't feel
left out. For all her knowing smile, I laughed as
she blushed taking the champagne from Bjorn.
"Daughter, there is no need to blush. Bjorn will
not only aid us on this journey, he will procure
and assist in your education."
This made the heavenly Jacqueline blush more,
causing me to laugh louder, but not unkindly.
"Beautiful, Jacqueline. How you have teased your
Daddy for eighteen years." I said gently, pulling
her tall frame into mine, my hand firmly on her
sweet little peach. A little moan escaped from her
lips as our bodies made contact, making me smile
all the more. "A toast, Daughter Jacqueline," I
stated grandly, raising my glass, and giving a
gentle grind of my hips into her pelvis, "To your
awakening!"
"To my awakening," she concurred, her knowing
woman's smile forming yet again.
"The photo session wasn't too taxing, I trust?" I
asked, holding my glass at the ready. The tall,
blond, Bjorn was there with the champagne and a
tray of delicacies. I watched the struggle
unfolding on Jacqueline's features as I savored
the flavor of the Argentine chocolate melting on
my tongue.
"No, Daddy. It was very pleasant."
"The reason I ask, Jacqueline, is the agreement we
made. Do you remember our agreement?" I asked, the
timbre of my voice stiffening. I wanted my
beautiful girl to tell me the truth. It really
wouldn't change what would happen next. I just
wanted my little girl to show me the kind of
consideration I have shown her all these years.
My beautiful girl took a long, swallow of
champagne before stating quite plaintively "I do
not know of what you speak, Father."
I smiled indulgently at her as Bjorn filled her
glass yet again. "Darling, I'm talking about your
sessions with Mariana at her studio. Mmmm, don't
quarrel with me child. I know all about our little
bikini waxer's sideline business." Bending down to
Jacqueline, I demanded quite softly, "Does your
little bikini waxing tramp actually seem brave
enough to ask the daughter of one of the richest
men in the world for a date, much less sex while
she sets the timer on her tripod? Hmmmm?"
His prick hardened as he watched her hand shake,
ever so slightly, while she put the glass down.
His smile broadened as he watched her raise her
perfect chin in defiance. "You did not smell a
trap, little mouse. Darling, Jacqueline. It could
have been so easy for you. However," I sighed,
strolling to my beautiful girl, "now we must take
the hardened path. Stand, please." I ordered.
My heart sang as she quickly stood, her chin still
raised defiantly. I stood in front of her, my
hands twisted in her bodice as I gave her a long,
loving kiss, ripping the beautiful gown from her
body and tightening the hand on the back of her
neck as she tried to jerk away from me. "I hope
you enjoyed Mariana's tongue licking your pussy,
sweet baby girl." With a nod of my head, Bjorn
brought the pictures of Mariana and Jacqueline and
spread them on the low table for our collective
perusal.
I watched Jacqueline fall to her knees, sifting
through the photographs. Tears welled in her eyes
as she viewed the photographs of herself and
Mariana entwined in a variety of positions, heads
thrown back, pussies slick, nipples hard. They
were so beautiful, my daughter Jacqueline and my
whore, Mariana, locked together for eternity in
celluloid. I removed my jacket with Bjorn's help,
and tsked my daughter, "Enough with the tears, my
pampered little bitch. Come into the boudoir, and
we will dole out your punishment. I want us to
spend the next six weeks in harmony, learning
every level of pleasure together. But first, we
must take care of reeducating you in the art of
self-discipline. Come."
"No."
I was incensed. In three, angry strides, I was at
my daughter's side. I grabbed her hair as close to
the scalp as possible, and drug her to the
boudoir, hefting her body to the bed. The tears
were real, now, not the release of a spoiled
teenager used to always getting her way in all
matters. I heard her pleas with only one ear. I
did not care. What arrogance of the youth. I
slapped her face, once, to get her attention. "It
is now time for you to shut up, my little slut.
Consequences must be paid for your disrespect."
And with that, I began.
I forced her legs open with mine, and had her
splayed before me. It was time to break my little
girl's spirit. It saddened me, but it had to be
done in order to ensure her life would not be
squandered. "Across the world, women are sold into
sexual slavery, " I said, slapping her tits with
my hand, "These women and girls would give
anything to be the richest little girl in the
world and do anything their Daddy asks of them," I
told her gently before slapping her tits one, two,
three more times, with as much force as my daily
squash games and boxing bouts had instilled in me.
Listening to her moan as I rolled her over onto
her stomach, I felt myself begin to harden with a
vengeance. "Now, my little bitch, it's time to
begin your reeducation in earnest."
I began to spank her ass, oblivious of her cries.
I watched her ass turn from white to pink to the
darkest red. I accepted the paddle Bjorn brought
me and felt my ire rise as I witnessed
Jacqueline's hands pumping her pussy. "Slut!" I
cried, actual tears of rage welling behind my
eyes. Bjorn, secure her hands. Bjorn went to the
head of the bed and pulled each hand away from her
pussy, holding them clamped in his mammoth hands.
I began to beat her ass with a viciousness I
hadn't felt since I first bedded the little
Asiatic girl my father brought home for me so many
years ago.
I opened the fly to my trousers and plunged my
prick into her tight hole, listening to her
screams, feeling the tearing; and, more, feeling a
sense of accomplishment well inside of me. With my
knees pressed firmly against the bed frame, I
picked Jacqueline up from the other end, ramming
her ass again and again against my throbbing cock.
I ignored her pleas, slamming her hips against my
cock until she finally passed out from the pain,
causing me to shoot long and hard into her bowels,
before tossing my end of her body back to the bed.
"Clean the slut up and change the linens while I
bathe, Bjorn." I said, heading for the marble tile
bath. When I emerged from the bath, I was
gratified to see my little love sitting up in bed,
in the sheerest, white negligee, her face only
slightly puffy.
"I'm sorry, Daddy."
"Princess," I cajoled, sitting on the side of the
bed, my fingers gently twisting first the left
nipple, and then the right nipple into puckered
hardness. I watched my sweet Jacqueline capture
her bottom lip in her teeth, and kissed her gently
my lips seeking hers in a long, slow kiss, my hand
gently grasping the back of her neck. Looking
deeply into her eyes, I quietly demanded, "Are you
ready to have the wedding night every daughter
should experience with her own sweet daddy?"
"Yes, Daddy."
I untied the negligee, and slid it from my
beautiful daughter's body. Her milk white skin
boasted the darkest, reddest nipples I had ever
seen on a white woman. I kissed my way down my
daughter's neck, pinning her pelvis down with my
legs as she tried to arch to meet my body. Her
pussy needed some lessons in patience. I took one
of her nipples into my mouth, flicking it
furiously with my tongue, listening to her moan,
feeling her body attempting to thrash. I switched
my attention to her other breast, flicking it with
my tongue, before sucking it for all I was worth.
I am oblivious to my daughter's screams as I try
to suck milk from her breast. I viciously begin to
pinch and twist the other nipple, and listen to
her screaming. My mouth and hands switch
positions, and my daughter shrieks in protest as
my assault begins anew. I love this new generation
of cunts that honestly believe because we men gave
them the right to vote, we are a bunch of apes
walking around planet Earth looking only to please
their little pussies. I pull my daughter's hands
above her head and stop my ministrations with my
mouth. I slap her tits and her face until she is
finally quiet. "Did you really believe me to be
that damned stupid?" I asked incredulously,
forcing three fingers into her mouth, making her
arch her neck. "Did you think, I would take one
look at your sweet little body and completely
forget YOU DEFILED MY FAMILY NAME!" My beautiful
daughter manages not to turn on the water works
this time.
"Now," I say, pinning her shoulders with my knees,
"you are going to suck this cock. It's the one
really useful thing for a woman's mouth." With
that, I lowered myself into her mouth and throat.
When she began to gag, I arched her neck, until
she had all of me. I told her she was Daddy's good
girl, before I began to pound her face with my
prick, my balls slapping themselves against her
chin.
ithin minutes, I had shot a load down my little
girl's throat and was proud she didn't loose a
drop. My baby was sore; but, worse, she was
completely frustrated. I began to stroke her hair.
"Now, my beautiful, baby girl, are you ready to
make love with your Daddy?" I ask my daughter
softly, kissing her lightly on the lips. She
nodded her head in ascent, a smile tentatively
lighting up her beautiful face. "Mmmm, daughter,"
I whispered against her throat as I begin to lover
her body in fully, "you are learning the role of a
good wife."
I kissed my baby's throat, and my baby's chin. I
seek out her lips with my fingers a feel myself
well anew as her lips grasps my fingers and begin
sucking on them, her tongue swirling my cuticles.
I pull my daughters face of the pillow and kiss
her long, and slow, our bodies beginning to meld.
"Jacqueline?" I question her gently, by hands
slowly pulling through her long, black hair.
"Only you, Daddy," my little girl says in the
high, melodious voice of her youth, "Jacqueline
only loves her Daddy," my sweet baby says to me,
her hands cradling my face as she draws me to her
for a wet, full kiss.
I am iron. I am also a man. Now, I will bring my
little girl to the dizzying heights of pleasure as
only the man who loves her more than anything in
the whole world is able to do. I kiss and massage
her breasts, feeling my daughter's hands wrapped
in my hair. I continue to massage her breasts as I
work my way down her body, swirling her belly
button with my tongue, kissing her pelvis bone
from one side to the other.
I gently spread her legs with my hands and smile
as she gasps, "Daddy!" in her breathy little
girl's voice. She is exquisite, my beautiful
daughter. Her milky pussy is blushing a light pink
as I gently pull her legs open. "Oh, Daddy, I love
you so much," my little baby doll singsongs to me
as I begin licking the perfection of her pussy. No
curling black hairs spoil the perfection before
me. I spread her lips with the victory symbol of
my left hand, breathing in her scent.
"Daddy, mo-ore," she growls and me making me
laugh. I lick her inner folds with the skill of a
connoisseur. As her juices begin to flow
forcefully, I plunge a finger into her pussy and
move up the bed to give her a little taste. The
little minx wraps her hands around my forearm and
begins to suck on my finger with such power I have
actual fright for my skin.
"Easy, little girl," I laugh, "we have many hours
of pleasure before us."
"Daddy, please," my baby begins to cry, "I need
you! I need all of you. Please!!"
I laugh at her tears and bring my attention back
to her pussy. Once again, I spread her little
cunny wide open with my fingers and begin a
torment of kissing on her intimacy. I roll her
engorged clit between my thumb and my forefinger
as my mouth descends on the puckered rose bud of
her anus. I once again fill my lungs with her
scent as I lick her ass, spreading her legs wider
and wider as she begins to trust my rear assault.
I begin to chew on the inner lining of her ass,
her cries and screams for more making me harder
and harder. Ass I chew on her ass, I begin to wet
my fingers with her hot, thick juices, plunging my
fingers into her cunt violently, one at a time,
hardening each time as she screams and arches with
each thrust.
"You are so built for pleasure, my sweet," I
announce gaily, as I plunge my thumb into her ass.
I begin a rhythmic rape with my right hand, by
left hand supporting her hips as I simultaneously
plunge in and out of her ass and cunt. Faster and
harder I plunge.
"Visuals, daughter," I growled through clenched
teeth, "play with your nipples. Make your Daddy
desperate to plunge himself into your pussy." I
was so hard, and felt a surge as Jacqueline did as
she was bid without hesitation, rolling her
nipples between her forefingers and thumbs, her
head tossing wildly on the pillows as she begged
for release. With only a slight difficulty, my
mouth found her clit, her hips bucking wildly
beneath me.
I sucked deeply on her clit. "Da-addd-dy!!" She
cried, "Pl-pl-please!!" she demanded, her little
girl's voice wreathed in the most intense kind of
pain. "Daddy! Now!" she demanded. I flicked her
clit with her tongue, feeling her hips take on a
rhythmic thrust older than the sands of time. I
sucked and flicked her clit in time with my hand
plunging into her ass and pussy. As it began to
build in her, I felt my sweet baby began to
stiffen. With deliberation, I bit down on her
clit, listening to the inhuman scream as she
attempted to pitch her body of the bed, her hips
thrusting like a rutting goat's as she came, her
juices flowing like rivers down her thighs.
I stood, bracing my knees, once again, against the
foot of the bed, and plunged with the brutality of
the ages into my daughters wet and willing cunt,
her scream indicating my ripping through her
maidenhead as I was too far gone in my own
pleasure to notice. Again, again, and again, I
slammed her lithe body against mind, her legs
wrapped around my waist, my hands forcing her hips
to hit me harder, to have me plunge deeper into
the little girl I have petted and coveted all
these years. I watched my little slut go from
rolling her nipples to giving herself an all out
breast massage, her little hands trying to induce
milk from her uncultivated breasts. "Daddy, I love
you!" she screamed, as her hips began to do a wild
bucking frenzy and her juices began to flow down
my legs.
"Daddy loves his baby! Daddy so loves his baby!" I
screamed, pumping the contents of all that I have
been and all that I hope to be into my sweet,
loving, baby girl.
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