Domming Daughter Dani – Part 19 of 51 – MEET THE PARENTS PART TWO

By Dutchboy

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Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some pedo, spanking, mmf and mff.

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Hours after Caryn’s parents had departed for their home in Arkansas, Caryn was still mad at me.

“Oh c’mon,” I said. “Get over it. You’ve got your own place. You’ve got your own car. You’ve got a live-in cocksman. What more could you want?”

“Just forget it, Scott.”

Whooo. My given name. She was really furious.

I tried to negotiate a truce with her like a good boyfriend, I really tried. But bedtime rolled around and she was still slamming cabinet doors and huffing her way back and forth between rooms. So, of course, I dommed her.

She did not want to play her submissive role that night, so it took grabbing her by her neck and slamming her into the wall (shattering the plastic thermostat cover with the back of her skull) to pull her out of her reality and back into mine. I pulled her back into the bedroom by her hair and yanked her down into the floor at the foot of the bed.

“Strip,” I barked. “Every stitch.”

Caryn’s face was crimson. She was pissed. She jerked her clothes off so quickly and angrily I was sure she was going to rip some stitches. When she was buck ass naked she just knelt on the carpet and stared at the floor between her knees.

“Bitch-up,” I barked. As we’d practiced so many times, Caryn went to all fours, her knees far enough apart that I could have mounted her from behind if I wanted. Her neck was hinged up to suck cock, if I approached from that direction. Her eyes were down, as she’d been taught. I merely circled her, admiring the perfection of her pose and the creamy curves of her upward ass and downward tits. 

“Hold,” I commanded. I leaned down and smacked her ass hard with my open palm, alternating ass cheeks. Most of the time I spanked her for play, but that night I wanted her to flinch so I had an excuse to rough her some more. I spanked her hard enough for the neighbors to hear. Her ass flesh rippled and turned as red as her angry face, but she took the swats and internalized the pain, the way I had taught her.

I walked over to the dressing chair in the corner of the room and pulled my pants off. I sat like a king in his throne. “Get over here, bitch,” I growled. Caryn crawled between my legs and stopped with her nose less than an inch from my twitching cock head.

I grabbed my cock at the base and smacked the top front of it hard against Caryn’s lips. Then her right cheek. Then her left. The cracking sound was delicious. It hurt her and felt great on my cock at the same time. Perfect!

“You seem to have some trouble remembering who you belong to, don’t you bitch?”

“Apparently I do, Sir.” Caryn’s voice was quavering. It was hard to tell if she was sassing me, or just nervous.

“Why is that, bitch?”

“Because apparently you have some trouble remembering who I belong to. Sir.”

“What the fuck is this?” I shook my head in disbelief. “You’re still mad that you had to sit around and talk to your daddy for a couple hours without me chaperoning?”

Caryn opened her mouth to say something and then closed it. 

“I asked you a question, bitch. I’m not going to ask it again.”

“Yessir. I’m still mad,” she said, now staring directly at my cockhead the way she was taught.

“Well get over it,” I growled. “I’m your daddy now. I’m the daddy whose going to make you suck cock. Aren’t I?”

“Yessir,” Caryn spat. “But you won’t be the first one today.”

Bombs awaaaaaay.... Boom! I turned her words over in my confused head. “You’re saying that your dad made you blow him? While your mom and I were out?”

Caryn looked up at me with murderous eyes. “I told you not to leave me alone with him.”

Just that fast I grabbed my cockshaft and whipped a hard cocksmack across Caryn’s teeth. “Eyes!” I shouted. Caryn’s sightline dropped back to the cockhead dancing in front of her. 

I was pretty horny and flushed with dom at that point. A wise man would have backed down. I doubled-down.

“So you sucked your own daddy’s cock today, huh?”

“Yes sir.”

“Did you fuck him?”

“No sir.” Then, “He fucked me, though.”

“Aw shit, you fucking daddy-sucking slut,” I said with disgust. This was like the Troy debriefing, only on steroids. Her response was similar, but this time I could really see her fighting herself to stay submissive and play out all of my Dom rules. I could tell she wanted to grab her clothes and storm out of the apartment. She was not a happy camper.

“Show me how you sucked his cock, you daddy-sucking slut.”

Caryn hesitated. “Exactly like I sucked him? Or from bitch?” she asked, referring to her current position on all-fours. 

“Oh, let’s see it exactly,” I said. “Where did you suck him? Living room? Kitchen?”

“He sat on the edge of the bed,” Caryn said. “Your side.” She was taking delight in telling me the details, now that she could see I was offended too.

“You sucked your daddy in our bed?”

“I sure fucking did, Sir.” An evil smirk formed at the corner of her mouth. Her little mouse voice was uncharacteristically loud and defiant. I passed on the urge to smack her and stood up. I walked to my side of the bed and sat down. “Here?” I asked.

“A little to your right.”

“Here?”

“Yes.”

“Show me where you were.”

Caryn crawled her way between my legs and came up on her knees, still in the floor.

“And how does your daddy give you the command to suck? Does he say ‘Suck my cock, bitch?’”

“No sir.”

“What does your daddy say?”

Caryn swallowed hard. “He says ‘Show Daddy you love him, Carebear.’ “

“Okay,” I sighed. “Show your daddy you love him, Carebear.”

Caryn knelt motionless but for her seething. For a moment I thought Caryn was going to bite my dick off and spit it in my face. I’d never seen her that mad before. 

“Don’t make me do this like this,” Caryn said, looking up at me with big wet eyes. “Please. I’ve done everything you’ve ever asked. I’ve never told you ‘no’ before. Please, Skip? Sir?”

I slapped her jaw. “Eyes!” I barked.

Angry tears began gushing down Caryn’s face. She was so mad she had to talk between the teeth of her clenched jaw. “Well make up your mind, goddammit,” she hissed. “Do you want me to suck you like I suck my daddy or not?”

“Exactly like you suck your daddy. Your other daddy.”

“Well my Daddy wants me to look him in the eye while I suck.”

“Fine. Show me.”

Caryn sat there and stared at me.

“Well?” I said. “Get to it.” 

“I thought you’d want to say it again,” Caryn said, her voice an angry vibrato, “Since you like to humiliate me so much.”

I thought about this for a second and then remembered. “Show daddy that you love him, Carebear.”

Caryn’s head moved forward and my cock slipped past her lips. After a good six months of encouraging her to suck harder for my come and work her tongue against my cockface while she bobbed, we were back to her frustratingly gentle suck, the one she started with. Her eyes locked onto mine, still streaming furious tears.

“Is that how you suck Daddy?”

Caryn nodded.

“How did you ever get your daddy’s come sucking like that?”

That was it for Caryn. She pulled a Peggy on me. She hopped up and stomped toward the pile of clothes she’d been wearing. I tackled her. Literally. Tackled her. My shoulder drilled low into her back and leveled her from behind. Her skull cracked against the square leg of the dressing chair as we skidded to a stop. I rolled her onto her back and sat on her tits, pinning her arms to the floor with my knees. I didn’t punch, just slapped, but it was a hell of a brutal slapping. No backhands, just left hand, right hand, left hand, right hand. I lost count. I didn’t stop until the defiance was gone from her face and there was a trace of crimson coating her teeth. My cock never softened. My forearms batted my cockshaft left and right as my palms repeatedly crossed Caryn’s cheeks in a steady drumbeat. 

I stood up over her. “Get back in position, Carebear,” I growled. “Daddy still has come in his balls.” I sat back down on the edge of the bed. It took two minutes for Caryn to woose her way back to a crawling position and start for me. And there she was. Back where she started with a swollen face. 

:”You don’t ever walk away from hard cock,” I grumbled. “EVER!”

“No sir.” 

“No daddy. Call me daddy, Carebear.”

“Yes Daddy,” Caryn exhaled, defeated.

“Now show daddy that you love him, Carebear,” I said.

Caryn resumed her soft suck and tried to keep her eyes locked on mine. At times the submission of her recent abuse got the better of her and she had a hard time looking me in the eyes.

“Now I asked you a fucking question,” I continued. “How do you suck your daddy off with that awful soft suck of yours?”

Caryn sucked backwards to the head and talked around my cock the way Suzie had done and the way I subsequently taught Caryn to do. “I’m not allowed to make Daddy come with my mouth,” she whispered. “Daddy says daughters shouldn’t swallow their daddy’s spunk.”

“So your daddy never comes in your mouth?”

Caryn shrugged. “He has, but I’m not suppose to make him. Swallowing come is for whores. Not daughters.”

“Did he come in your mouth today?”.

“No Sir.”

“No daddy.”

“No daddy. My other daddy didn’t come in my mouth today.”

“Did he come in my pussy?” I asked.

“Yes, Daddy. My other Daddy came in your pussy. He made it his pussy, Daddy. He fucked me hard.”

“Slut or bitch?” I asked. Slut was my Dom code for missionary. Bitch was doggy.

“Both,” she answered.

“Which way were you when he came?”

“Bitch,” she answered.

“God, you are a fucking slut, Carebear. A fucking double-daddy sucking and double-daddy fucking slut. Did you talk to him like this while you sucked and fucked him?”

“No Daddy,” she said. Her face was really beginning to swell by that point and I knew she wasn’t going to work for a couple of days. I really did a job on her. There was a line of blood drawing down her right shoulder and I knew that collision with the dressing chair had nicked her scalp. “He says daughters should just shut up and love their daddy right.”

“Well...” I considered this. Her real daddy and I were just going to have to agree to disagree on the talking part. Her true-life incest story was driving me fucking batshit horny. “How long have you been sucking and fucking your own daddy, slut?”

Caryn’s mouth bobbed up and down on my cock and her eyes dipped to the right as she called on her arithmetic memory. “Sucking since I was eleven, Daddy. Having sex with my other daddy since right after I turned fourteen. On my birthday.”

“He was waiting for you to turn fourteen before he fucked your pussy?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“And then he couldn’t wait, huh?”

“Yes, Daddy. I mean no, Daddy. He couldn’t wait.”

I was pretty wired. If Caryn had been “whore-sucking” the way that Suzie called it, I would have blown my wad. But her soft, “daughter suck” kept the come boiling in my balls. For all my frustration with her “daughter suck” it served an important purpose. 

“So...” I turned it all over again in my head. “Your daddy gave you a car and expected you to sex him for it?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Caryn said. “Exactly.”

“And you did.”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Did he threaten to beat your ass? Like me?”

“No Daddy. He just expected it.”

“And you just did it.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Why, slut? You like it? You like being your daddy’s little whore?”

“No, Daddy.” Caryn was getting angry again.

“So why do you keep sucking your Daddy’s cock and fucking him, slut?”

“Because I always have. I don’t know.”

“You’re such a submissive little slut you can’t tell him no?”

Caryn sucked and slurped while she thought about this. “I guess not, Daddy.”

“Jesus,” I moaned. “What comes next? What did he do next after you sucked his cock for a while? Fuck you in slut position?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Show me where you were.”

Caryn climbed onto the bed and lay on her back with her head pointed toward the foot of the bed and her toes curled and pointed at the headboard.

“Does he say anything before he mounts you?” I asked.

“No Daddy.”

I pushed into her pussy. It was wetter than I expected. It was also hot and I knew her dad had fucked her pretty good. Hard enough to make her sore, which I seldom did.

“So he fucks you like this?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Always upside down on the bed like this?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Why upside down?”

“I don’t know,” Caryn grunted, “Why don’t you ask him?”

I stopped fucking deep into Caryn’s pussy and stared at her.

“I’m sorry,” she said meekly. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Please don’t beat my ass any more?”

“Watch your whore daddy-sucking mouth,” I warned.

“Yes, Daddy.”

I started to put hard fuckstroke deep into Caryn’s twat. “So is his cock bigger or smaller than mine?” I asked. It was the most humiliating thing I could think to ask her at the moment. I’d asked many girls if my cock was bigger than some other guy’s while fucking. I always got the same answer, which of course is why I asked it. At least until that night I daddy-dommed Caryn.

“Same,” she grunted under my pounding.

I was stunned. I stopped fucking. “Same? Did you say same?”

“Yes Daddy. Your cocks are the same size. My other daddy’s cock doesn’t turn purple, but it’s big like yours.”

“Really?” I said. I started a slow thrust again.

“Yes Daddy. I wouldn’t lie to you. Both my Daddys have big, thick cocks.”

“Huhn,” I said. “Bitch-up.” I pulled out of Caryn and stood off the bed while Caryn rolled over and got on her hands and knees. When she settled on a position, again pointed toward the foot of the bed, I crawled up behind her and mounted her. I started a hard fucking pounding on her. It was almost a repeat of Troy. I was fucking her like I was mad. Because... well... I was kinda mad. 

“So do you come when your daddy fucks you?” I grunted. “Do you squirt for him?”

“Sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” I repeated.

“Sometimes I can’t help it. Sometimes his cock is just so b-ooooh! Big and ha-- ouch! Hard. Jesus, Skip! I mean ‘Daddy.’ Sometimes his cock gets so hard that I can’t not come when he fucks me.”

“You like to come on your daddy’s cock?”

“Your cock, Daddy.”

“No, your other Daddy.”

”No, Daddy. I hate it when he make me squirt.”

“Why do you hate it?”

“Because... Because he knows when he makes me orgasm and I hate that. It makes him think I like it.”

“Well your pussy likes it,” I said, temporarily neglecting my ownership pronoun.

“Sometimes a girl’s pussy can’t help it.”

My brain flushed the last torrent of sex hormones into my bloodstream. My balls ratcheted tight. I felt the hot wave tipping tipping tipping...

“Did you come on your daddy’s cock today?” I asked.

Caryn hesitated. “No,” she said.

“You fucking lying slut!” I shouted. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she sobbed. “I squirted and juiced on my other daddy’s dick.” 

That was it for me. My cock flexed and began pumping bleached seed into the very back of Caryn’s pussy. My ears tingled as the rush went up my spine and then back down my chest and stomach. Long after the last wet jet sprayed out of my come hole, I kept slamming balls into Caryn’s clit, hoping against hope that she’d come too. She did not.

After I collapsed on the bed, Caryn got up and dressed. She walked into the bathroom and pulled her hair line apart to check the cut on her scalp in the mirror. As bad as I’d beaten and roughed her up, I wasn’t sure what came next. Caryn applied some Mercurochrome to her he scalp ad and winced. Then she came to the bathroom doorway and stared at me like she wanted me dead. Of course, she probably did.

“So,” she said tersely. “So now you know my big secret. You happy?”

I was still panting in post orgasmic bliss at that point.

“Mostly,” I said. “Does, uh, is that uh... When you said you were raped, is that what you were talking about? Your dad? Or was that something else.”

“No. I was talking about my dad.”

“And when you said rape, you weren’t talking rough, just a lot of incest?”

“Well, both. Rough and incest, but he wasn’t always rough like you.”

“Which means the other two guys, the boys you said... That means those were your brothers?”

“We better save that story for when your dick is hard again, Skip.”

I looked at her. Her face was getting black by that time.

“You’re not going to be able to go to work tomorrow looking like that.”

“Yeah,” Caryn said. “Thanks for that, Skip. I can’t even leave the house looking like this.”

I sighed. “Lay down,” I said. “I’ll make you an ice pack.”