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Date: Tue, 26 Oct 2004 11:40:12 +0000
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A Father's Pride - Inauguration
by Edwin ©
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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