Domming Daughter Dani – Part 34 of 51 – TAKING OWNERSHIP OF ALLISON

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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My old corner of my hometown city had changed so much. What had once been upper-middle class suburbia had dissolved into Section 8 housing and pawn shops and liquor stores.

I checked into a hotel that had been built on top of the miniature golf course near the highway that was four lanes wider than I left it.

By arrangement, Maxy came alone to see me at the hotel on Saturday afternoon.

She looked a lot older than 25. She was still curvy, but not yet fat. Looking at her, though, I could tell she was on her way to being in a People of Walmart photograph. She looked like a white trash starter kit.

Maxy was no taller than the last time I had laid eyes on her. Her tits were no bigger, but still nice. She had a lot of wrinkles for 25. Her hair was shoulder-length and the same wonderful blend of dark brown colors.

We stood looking at each other in the motel doorway.

“Fuck,” Maxy said.

“What?”

“I was hoping you got fat.”

“I kinda did.”

“Shut up. You look like a Chippendale’s dancer. Fuck.”

“You look great.”

“Okay, I take it back. You don’t have to shut up. You gonna let me come in, or are you just going to keep blocking the door and feeling me up with your eyes?”

“D’oh. Sorry. Come on in.”

It was a cheap hotel/motel, but there were a couple of chairs and a table in the room. I stacked those in the bathtub before Maxy arrived so we were forced to sit next to each other on the bed.

We made a little small talk.

Maxy pulled a manilla envelope out of her purse and handed it to me. Inside the envelope were thirty or forty photographs arranged to show Allison’s progression from newborn to her current ten year old self.

So... Dani looked hardly anything like Caryn. Allison was a photocopy of Maxine. Miniature. Same little button nose. Same great brunette hair. Same Mediterranean skin. Same tiny stature with big hips. All Ally was missing was Maxine’s giant jugs. No doubt, I could probably set my watch by them popping large and fast at twelve years old, just like Maxine’s had.

Ally’s hair was way too short. Not an encouraging sign, as it was one more conflict ahead of us if I agreed to take her in. Even though they were only photographs, I could clearly see the chip on the little girl’s shoulder get heavier with every progressive picture. She stopped smiling for pictures somewhere around seven. The attitude got snarlier and snarlier on her top lip until it was an outright sneer in the last picture.

Ally was damn cute, sneer aside. She certainly wasn’t as drop-dead pretty as Dani. I’m not being mean, just a fact. You’d agree if I posted pictures.

When I showed Dani’s current picture to Maxine, Maxine gasped. “Jesus, Scott. Who did you marry? Julia Roberts? She’s adorable.”

(For the record, I’m not a big fan of Julia Roberts or girls with alligator mouths, but I’m sure Maxy meant it as a compliment.)

“She’s dead set on being a cheerleader. Taking gymnastics and dance and stuff.”

“She looks the part,” Maxy said. “What has she said about the possibility of having a sister?”

“Er...”

“Really? Haven’t said anything to her?”

“Well, she’s eight. It’s not really her call.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t bring your wife with you,” Maxy said. “Or should I be not surprised?”

“Meaning?”

“You know. Wondering if you are going to take me up on my offer.”

“To fuck me?”

“Scott, I never said I’d fuck you.”

“You said ‘anything.’ Fucking is a thing.”

Maxy gave me a soulful look and we both became aware of how close together we were on the bed. “Is that what you want?” she asked. “Is that the deal you want?”

“If there were no deal,” I asked, “Would you want me to fuck you anyway?”

“I don’t want to fuck you at all, Scott.”

“That’s not what your eyes are saying.” I leaned over and kissed Maxy with two lippy, soft kisses.

Maxy exhaled. “Maybe not. But that’s what my mouth is saying. So if you want to me--”

I cut Max off with a hard kiss. I pushed her back flat on the bed.

You know what happened next. Maxy was a mediocre cocksucker. She was a passable fuck. I couldn’t get her to come, even though she seemed right on the edge of orgasm for the fifteen minutes I was bitchfucking her deep.

As the come started bubbling in my balls I heard Caryn’s voice, I heard a repeat of what she said before I walked out of our house to the car with my suitcase the night before. “Daddy, try not to come home with one daughter if you’re just going to [my hometown] to put another one in that that Maxy-bitch’s baby box.”

No condom this time. I was barebacking a hard pounding into Maxine’s cunny. Surely she was on the pill THIS time, right?

Maxy certainly wasn’t as tight as I left her, but her small stature still made for a nice, squeaky-tight fuckbox. I enjoyed it. She was a lot wetter than the last time, too. 

I made Maxy suck me off, just in case. Again, no great shakes. Suzie at twelve was a better slut then Maxy at 25.

Maxy stumbled off the bed to pee while I panted and recovered.

“SCOTT, YOU ASSHOLE!” Maxy shouted from the bathroom. I had forgotten that I stacked the chairs and table in the tub. Busted.

I started laughing. Maxy stepped out and shook her head in disbelief.

“Nice to see you haven’t changed a bit,” she frowned. Then the corner of her mouth started to twitch.

A couple hours later I met Ally for the first time in a mall food court. Awkward. Awkward. Awkward. Maxy left us alone. More awkward.

Allison was a brooder. Allison wasn’t a reader. The only thing she could talk about was Disney Channel stuff. She didn’t have much to say about school. She didn’t want to talk about her other dad at all.

Ally was the personification of a blank stare. I tried to imagine what she and Dani would have to talk about. Two years younger and Dani probably still outscored Ally by 30 Stanford-Binet points.

Totally different kids.

But there was something about Ally’s simplicity that made me think that she and Caryn would get along famously. They were cut from the same cloth.

Of course, I was actually busy trying to imagine how Ally would look buck-ass naked and bent over my lap, about ten swats into a hard spanking. Trying to imagine her expression while she knelt at my feet and watched Caryn suck my cock and Dani scratch my balls like a trained Geisha.

It was too late. The grooming train had left the station on Ally. She could do nothing but fuck up a good thing with my two submissive bitches.

We sauntered through the mall and made our own small talk. I tried to get Ally to walk into Hollister or Aeropostale. I offered to buy her some clothes.

“Those are for preps,” Maxy wrinkled her nose. “How about Hot Topic?”

“Absolutely not,” I said. We kept sauntering.

“My mom always said you were really handsome,” Ally said.

“Did she?”

“Well not always, but once she started telling me the truth about you. She said you were tall, but I just thought she meant... you know... Taller than her. Everybody seems tall to her. Me too, I guess. I’m the shortest girl in my class. I think she still has some kind of crush on you. Mom, I mean.”

“I doubt that,” I smiled. “Well, am I?”

“Are you what?”

“Am I handsome? Did your mother tell the truth?”

“I guess,” Ally shrugged. “You look kind of like the sidekick in an Arnold Schwarzenegger movie.”

My mind’s eye pictured Tom Arnold in True Lies. Not exactly a compliment.

“Do you work out a lot, or something?” Ally asked. “You lift weights?”

“As little as possible,” I said. “I just run a lot.”

“What? On your hands?” Ally poked me in my bicep. “So, Scott. I think you’re okay. I’d like to live with you instead of my mom.”

Shit. I didn’t expect Ally to try and close on me. I thought there would be some more phone calls after I returned home. Some more negotiation. Maybe another trip into town to get my cock waxed by Maxine and an afternoon at Chuck E. Cheeze with Ally before I stopped returning Maxy’s calls and started sending support checks.

“You know I have a daughter,” I said.

“Of course,” Ally said. “I’m right here.”

“Sorry,” I cringed. “I mean another daughter. I don’t think that you two would get along.”

“Why?”

“She’s... uh... She’s a prep.”

“Yeah, mom said she’s a cheerleader and she’s really super pretty. That’s okay. I got nothin’ ‘gainst preps. I just don’t wanna for to be one.”

The urge to correct the girl’s abysmal grammar was a telltale sign that we were a bad mix.

“It would be a really hard transition for you, you know,” I continued. “Not just a new school, but a new town. Wouldn’t you miss your friends?”

“Mom says I’ll make new ones. I dunno. It’s not like I have a BFF or anything now. It’s all kind of weird.”

“You don’t really want to do this at all, do you?” I asked. “This is all your mom’s idea, isn’t it?”

Ally shook her head. “No, it’s me. I asked. I asked my mom to call you.”

“You didn’t even know me.”

“No, but I kind of do now. You’re okay.”

“Honey, I’m a real strict Dad. Real strict. I don’t think you’d like staying with me.”

“My da-- Dennis is strict. It wouldn’t be so different.”

“I’m reeeeeal strict. Honey. I’ve got a lot of house rules and stuff. A lot of rules. You won’t--”

“Never mind,” Ally said flatly. “I’m not going to beg you to be my dad. Or I guess I should say act like my dad. My mom and Dennis will just have to work something out.”

“So what is it with this Dennis guy?”

“I asked you to take me to your home and you said no. It’s cool.” Ally shrugged. She changed the subject. I let it go.

Maxine picked Ally up. I didn’t hug her goodbye, I just smiled and waved as they drove off. I headed back to the motel to pack. No need to stay until Sunday. My business was done. I could be home in three hours.

My cell phone rang. Maxy.

“So,” Maxy said. “How soon can you do this?”

“Whoa, whoa,” I said. “Slow down.”

“Don’t go weak in the knees on me now, Scott.” Maxy grumbled. “We had a deal.”

“What? We had no deal!”

Long silence. “Scott, what the fuck was that at your hotel?” she whispered. “We. Had. A. Deal.”

“No, we had consensual sex,” I said. “Not a deal.”

“What is your wife going to think when I tell her you fucked me, Scott?”

“My wife asked me to bring back pictures of your little mouth wrapped around my big dick.”

Long silence. “You are shitting me. You are reneging? Really? You’re welching? You took the pussy... a-gain. And you’re going to run and leave me holding the bag... a-gain? Not even YOU are that big of a douchebag, Scott. I don’t believe it.”

“Easy,” I mumbled. “I’m not saying no. I’m just looking ahead to what’s next.”

“What’s next is that you email me the phone number for your local elementary school and we make arrangements for Ally to start as soon as possible. What’s next is you get your fucking car back up here next weekend and I pack it full of Ally’s stuff.”

“WHAT? Surely you want her to finish out her school year where she is?”

“Scott... Dammit...”

“What’s with the fire sale? Why does this have to be right away?”

“So you don’t have time to weasel out of it, Scott. I can read you like a comic strip.”

Comic strip???

Long story short: One Saturday later I was stuffing Ally’s belongings into the back of Caryn’s Explorer. More cargo space than my BMW.

I was parked in front of Maxine’s little house. Little house. It was four blocks from the home I grew up in and suddenly it seemed like a little house. I’d been fortunate, that’s for sure.

“Look,” I whispered to Maxine. “This is going to be a rough transition for her. Can you give us a few days before you call to check on her?”

Maxine was crying. “Skip, it’s best for... for a lot of reasons if I maintain radio silence for a while.”

“I’ll bring her back for a visit soon,” I assured her.

“No!” Maxy said, too quickly. “I’ll come and see her when I’m ready. When we are ready. I know she’s going to make a great new life with you, Scott.”

“Would you stop with the ‘Scott,’ Max? My sperm is still swimming through your bloodstream. You can call me Skip.”

Ally pushed through the screen door and slung a Kim Possible backpack over her shoulder. “I think that’s it, Mom. I got everything.”

Mother and daughter hugged. Maxy started heaving and crying very hard.

The custody transfer papers weren’t even drafted (much less signed) and I was driving my new slightly-used daughter home.

I was worried. And I was right to be worried.