Domming Daughter Dani – Part 42 of 51 – RETURN OF THE KING

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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Now, I understand. A maudlin chapter on how much I loved and missed the wife I made sleep in a separate room while I fucked the kids is going to get no traction with you. It shouldn’t. I’m a bad man. I deserve no empathy. 

But it fucked me up for a long time. I lost interest in everything, including sex and sex with my daughters. There were no after-shower inspections. There were no scrunchies on the doorknobs. There was nothing. Work. Scotch. Sleep. Rinse. Repeat.

Caryn’s mom came to the funeral, but not her father. Some lame crap about not being able to leave the farm unattended. Gip (whose real name was Maynard, or Howard, or Willard, or one of those fucked up farm names) was in prison for raping his girlfriend at that point, so he couldn’t come to the funeral either. Not long after that he was shivved and died. Stevie attended. He was a pretty good guy. We still email each other every couple of months. 

The whole timing of Caryn going into a coma while I was popping my daughter’s cherry ate at me. Was I being punished? Was there a God? Was karma really so cruel? And why take Caryn? Why not me?

Yeah, I know. Blah, blah, blah, daughter-fucker. Nobody cares.

Ally struggled along in school, but she wasn’t held back again. She made barely enough GPA to move along the conveyor belt of the public school system.

Dani was a 4.0 miracle and had no problem becoming captain of the freshman cheerleading squad.

Ally turned sixteen. I bought her a low-mileage used Honda. She hooked up with a steady boyfriend, a tall and skinny mop who fronted some kind of grunge band.

February came and Dani asked some boy from the football team to the Sadie Hawkin’s dance. I was still deep in my depression chasm back then, and I didn’t even know it happened. The dance was immediately following school, so there were no dresses bought and no picking up or dropping off or pictures taken on the lawn. I had no idea. 

I didn’t find out until I heard Dani mention that it had been such a good date that Cass (the boy) asked her out to a movie afterwards and she accepted.

That’s the moment when my daughter’s echoing voice finally crisped into something my brain could process and I broke out of my depression fog for the first time in twenty months.

“What?” I said. “What did you just say?”

“Cass and I are going to a movie tomorrow. His parents will drive.”

“What? No. The fuck you will. No. Absolutely not.”  I started to shake the cobwebs from my brain. Color returned to my field of vision.

“Daddy?” Dani looked at me over our plates filled with whatever box-mix dinner she or Allison had cooked up. “What’s wrong?”

“You aren’t going on a date with... With Cass, or anyone,” I said. “You’re too young for boys. No fucking way. Tell Mr. Cass that your dad said you are not on the market.”

Dani smiled at me like I was a lunatic. “Funny, Daddy. Very funny.”

The table flipped over with the force of me coming to my feet so quickly. Our dinner dishes catapulted against the kitchen island. 

The girls were stunned. I was possessed. 

I grabbed Dani by the front of her blouse, lifted her out of her chair and stabbed her against the pantry door with her feet two feet off the ground.

“Do I look like I’m fucking kidding you?” I hissed into her terrified face. “No fucking boyfriends. None.”

Dani quickly worked up tears and anger as her feet kicked for something underneath her. “Daddy!” she shrieked. “Have you lost your mind?”

“Maybe,” I shrugged. I let Dani slide down the door onto terra firma. “Maybe I am nuts. But no boyfriends. I mean it.”

“But Allison has a boyfriend!” Dani cried.

I looked at Allison. Of course I knew she had a boyfriend, but the guy who signed off on that was a lobotomized basket case. I turned back at Dani. “Yeah, but your sister is old enough to take care of a boy. I bet she sucks and fucks Elvis Junior everytime they go out.” I turned to Ally. “Don’t you, slut?”

Ally’s eyes were huge. She wasn’t sure what the right answer was.

“DON’T YOU SUCK AND FUCK YOUR LITTLE PISSANT BOYFRIEND???”

Ally nodded rapidly.

“See,” I said to Dani. “No cocktease there. Your sister is a slut, but she’s no cocktease, and I can’t abide a fucking cocktease in my house.”

I crossed the distance to where Ally sat shivering on the ladderback, the fork still in her raised right hand where it had been before the table went flying.

“Are you a cock tease?”

“N-n-no, Daddy.”

“You take good care of your men? The men who own you?”

“Y-es, Daddy.” Ally’s voice was barely more than a whisper.

“Well I own you, don’t I?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“SAY IT!”

“I-I-I belong to you, Daddy. Heart and soul. Inside and out. From the tips of my hair to the souls of my feet. I belong to you, Daddy.”

I stood and seethed like the Incredible Hulk between smashings.

“Uh,” Ally continued. I guess she thought I expected something else, so she stammered on. “Uh, my ass belongs to you? Daddy?”

“Get on your knees, bitch.”

Ally slid off her chair and onto the hardwoods at my feet. 

“Pull my cock out, bitch.”

There was a definite “look” to the expression that washed across Ally’s face. She was 16. She wasn’t a little kid anymore. It had almost been two years since the night I fucked her. She’d been left alone to make her own way and become her own person in all the time since then. She thought the days of being raped by her dad were over.

Allison’s expression was somewhere between rage and defeat. Mostly rage.

She started pulling my belt undone angrily. She nearly pulled the button off my slacks as she opened my fly. She yanked my zipper down hard. By the time her fingers wrapped over the top of my boxers her face was angry crimson and her jaw was set. She yanked my slacks and underwear down past my knees and immediately latched her mouth over my half-flacid dick and started sucking hard like the pissed off little kept bitch she was.

“See,” I looked at Dani. “She knows who owns her. Your bitch sister knows who owns her. She knows that she gives it up for her men.”

All those months of haze started being blown away by the straight-line winds of my psychotic rage. I didn’t know where it was coming from, I just let it blow and burn.

My cock thickened under the power play. My dominance began coursing back through my veins. I could feel my skin again. My sense of smell returned and I noticed I had really rank B.O. seeping through my work shirt.

Dani stared at the floor. 

“Bitch,” I shouted at Dani. “Open your eyes. Look at what a good Daddy-sucking bitch looks like. Get your ass over here and sit in that chair and watch how its done, you little cocktease twat.”

Dani marched over and dropped into Ally’s chair and watched the back of Ally’s head piston toward my balls rhythmically. Dani couldn’t see the anger on Ally’s face. Ally looked like she was going to bite my cock off at any moment.

Twenty months of depression-fueled abstinence caught up with me all at once. My cock turned into a giant burning ember of oak.

I grabbed the back of Ally’s head and throat fucked her hard. She gagged and wretched and tried to push back against the force of my hand. Poor girl. I could have cracked diamonds with that erection. After I got bored with the beautiful “gurg garg! Gnnnhrng!”s of Ally’s gagging, I backed out of her mouth and watched her recover and choke while my cock slapped up against my shirt. Fuck, I was “on.” 

I grabbed a wad of hair and lifted Ally up off the floor until I could scoop her up. I carried her under my arm over to the living room couch and began ripping her clothes off her.

God, she was the carbon copy of her mother. Ally had kept her hair long, even after I zoned out of this planet and wouldn’t have said anything if she cut it.

I ripped her jeans off her and pulled her panties off her in a ripping tug.

“What the fuck is this? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT??”

“This” was a full muff of pubic hair. 

“That” was an inch long butterfly tattoo on her ass.

“WHO MARKED MY BITCH?” I screamed. I bent Ally over the back of the couch and mounted her high pussy from behind. It was a tight fit, but nothing like the last time I’d been in her... I mean MY pussy.  She’d been fucking her boyfriend, alright. 

I locked my hands on Ally’s hips and fucked her deep, feeling my cock face smash into her cervix and the unaccommodated last two inches of my dick kink and bend under the pressure of the collision.

Ally squeaked and yelped, but it wasn’t all pain. Not all of it. After a minute she started lubing out of her twat. As I was crashing my orgasm into that tight cunt, Ally made an animal howl and she came as I spermed her.

I backed off, panting.  Ally didn’t move from being folded over the back of the couch. Her legs still dangled over the back. Dani’s eyes darted, trying to understand me. Trying to assess the situation.

There I was. Back in reality. My sixteen year old daughter was leaking my sperm from her battered cunt and my fourteen year old daughter looked as if she was going to pull a long knife from the kitchen butcher block and back out into the garage.

It was a fucked up reality to zoom back into. No depression. Post orgasmic. Maybe I had finally crossed that line that I could not recover from.

“No boyfriends.” I pointed a finger at Dani. My voice sounded like Mel Gibson after a three day bender. I didn’t recognize it.

I pointed at Ally, but she couldn’t see my extended finger. “And YOU are getting that shit lasered off that ass, you trailer trash whore.”

I picked up my pants off the floor and stormed upstairs to take a shower. 

For the first time ever, I listened for the sound of sirens in the distance. I was sure Ally was going to cash in her chips right then and there.

I was wrong. Mostly.