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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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