Domming Daughter Dani – Part 51 of 51 – WRAPUP

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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And that, folks... is that. Was there more sex? Absolutely. Doggy fucking my submissive daughter? Nearly nightly for weeks after. I was so busy catching up on sexing Dani that I pretty much gave Ally a complete pass. In retrospect, that may have hastened The End with Ally.

Summer rolled through and left. Dani started her Junior year. Ally, now eighteen, started her Senior year of high school.

Dani broke up with Cass and dated Big Reggie for a while. You can figure out how that happened. It’s not tough. Of course I watched Dani and Reggie suck and fuck from her closet. It was so entertaining I did that three or four times. He was a good, studly foil for her slutty performances. They were fun to watch. It didn’t last long until she was on to some other guy.

Ally never broke up with Tommy. They were thick as thieves. I guess they really loved each other.

When Tommy came to the house that Summer, he had a look about him when he talked to me; the way he tipped his head suspiciously when he addressed me, rare though it was.

He knew. Ally had told him. He knew. That was not good. Inevitable, I guess, but I felt the danger of my crimes hanging above my head like the Sword of Damocles. 

If you spend some time researching incest, you’ll find that around half of the Daddy’s get caught in the act, or they get ratted out before the girls turn twelve. Then almost 30 percent of the remaining girls assert themselves between the age of twelve and fourteen, and then retroactively get Daddy in trouble. There’s only a tiny fraction of Daddy’s who get away with incest past fourteen, but at that point those are the girls who let it go on forever. Into their twenties and thirties. 

In other words, if you are still fucking your daughter when she’s 16, there’s a good chance you’re going to fuck her until you tire of fucking her. If you’re not busted by then, you are one of the lucky few.

That’s the way it was with Dani.

But that’s not the way it went with Ally. She asserted herself right before Halloween.

I hadn’t fucked her or put her down for sucking for months. It was time to rotate her back in with all my Dani fucking. I’d hatched a scene in my head with both girls on all fours next to each other, me stepping left and right and bitch fucking them in turns until I came.

Dani was out with some new guy that night and Ally was home. So I barked down the hall for her to get her clothes off and get in my room.

She did not come.

I heard her rattling around her room. I heard drawers open and close. I was sure she was dressing up for me. But she did not come.

After ten minutes and two callings, I marched down the hall toward her room, naked.

Allison was packing her bags. 

“Where do you think you are going?”

“Out.”

“The fuck you are. Strip. Every stitch. Get your ass in my bed. Now.”

“No.”

“What?”

“It’s over, Scott.”

Scott. Wow! My jaw literally dropped to hear her call me Scott.

Allison stopped packing and looked me in the eye. “I’m moving in with Tommy. You and I are done. For now, anyway.”

The ‘for now anyway’ part was said as a threat.

Allison continued. “Tommy’s band got a development deal. We’re going to Los Angeles.”

“The fuck you are,” I said. “You’re going to finish high school. You’re going to college.”

“I’m done with high school, too.”

“Says you.”

“Yeah,” Allison said defiantly. “Says me. I got my GED. I’m done.”

“What? GED? When? How?”

“Last week. I’m 18. I didn’t need your permission. I don’t need your permission for anything.”

“Oh.” I felt ridiculous and vulnerable standing there naked and losing the most important parental argument of my life.

“So you can beat the fuck out of me. If you want,” Ally said calmly. “And then I’ll still leave tomorrow after I file the police report. Or the next day. Sooner or later I’m going to go to LA with Tommy. The only question is how much time you spend in jail trying to stop me.”

I shrugged. “Go.”

“Thank you, Scott.”

“How will you live? How will you eat?”

Dani resumed packing. “Well, Scott. That’s kind of up to you. I figure after six years of rape and torture, I’m kind of entitled to some support. A pension, maybe.”

“Oh you do?”

“Yeah, Scott. I do. I think maybe you think so too. I think maybe when you take a moment to think about the cost of staying out of jail... or maybe just the cost of your professional reputation, even if you beat the rap, maybe you think that’s worth a dollar figure.”

Fuck. A shakedown. And a pretty good one. I sighed.

“How much?” I mumbled. 

I think I’ve intimated that I was pretty well off. I’d never discussed money with the girls. They had no idea that I banked a little more than seven million dollars from the settlement with the hospital that killed Caryn. I had some substantial salary savings stocked away. Some good investments. I’d sold a small slice of my patent portfolio to my parent company for over four million dollars. I never discussed that with the girls.  They knew I was comfortable, but I never let them know I had 14 million dollars in the bank.

When I asked Ally “How much,” I was expecting a crazy answer. Twenty thousand. Fifty thousand. A million dollars.

“I want five thousand dollars. Cash.” Ally stared me down. I think she was waiting on a counter offer. I had three times that much cash in the downstairs safe.

“Five thousand?” I repeated.

“You can come up with it,” Ally sneered. “You’ve got it.”

“How about ten thousand and I never hear from you again.”

Ally blinked. “Fine. Not a problem.”

“No,” I said. “I’m serious. Never again.”

“I give a fuck?” Ally spat? “Like we’re going to exchange Christmas cards? We have a deal. You pony up ten large in cash and you and Danielle can have your twisted little bullshit all to yourselves.”

“How do I know you’ll keep your mouth shut and stay gone if I pay?” I asked.

“I could give a fuck about you,” Ally zipped a backpack closed. “Dani loves you, for some reason. She’s into your sick little games. I won’t hurt her just to hurt you.”

I tried to get a grip on the moment, turn the tide with some head games. “Oh you poor little abused rich girl,” I chided. “With your car Daddy bought you and your punk rock clothes you bought from 5-7-9 and Hot Topic jeans that cost a hundred dollars each. You poor little girl with the psycho daddy who gave you a place to live when your mom didn’t want you anymore.”

Ally didn’t even blink. “No, Scott,” she said plainly. “You’re not a psychopath. You’re a Sociopath. Psychopaths have fucked up wiring in their brains and they are just plain crazy and dangerous. You, on the other hand, have no empathy for anyone. Not even yourself. You’re actually a pretty nice guy when you are not raping your daughters. But when your dick is hard you don’t have a conscience. The other people in your life become objects to you. Bitches. Sluts. Split-tails.”

Somehow this insight from my second smartest daughter began to ring true.

“Caryn volunteered for a life with you, Scott. For whatever crazy fucking reason, Dani volunteered for it too. Not me. I did my time and now I’m done. I’ll pull up in front of the house tomorrow at noon. I’m not getting out of the car. Just bring an envelope to the window of Tommy’s car. If you try anything or you don’t show, we’ll drive to the police station and...”

“Take it now.”

“What?”

“Hang on. I’ll get your money now.”

Ten minutes later, Tommy pulled to a rolling stop in the street and Ally flung all of her bags over the seat and jumped in. I don’t think the car came to a complete stop at any given point. It was a jailbreak. Tommy’s Tercel rolled while Ally walked beside it and flung luggage. Then there were tail lights and she was gone.

Forever? Did I see her again?

Dani and I went on as before. Dani missed Ally. The two exchanged emails and texts. I had a keylogger on Dani’s computer(s) although I rarely bothered to access her email and read (spy). On a hunch I tried it one night while she was on a date and found some updates from Ally. Tommy’s band was doing better than I expected in LA. They had a shitty apartment in Lynwoood with roaches the size of King Charles Spaniels. Ally got a job waiting tables and Brian Dennehy sat at her station one night. Traffic was as bad as you hear it is. They adopted a dog from the animal shelter, but it was already sick and it didn’t get any better and died one night while they were at Tommy’s concert. Blah blah.

I didn’t stop fucking Dani, but with Ally’s last words burning in my ears, I did treat Dani a little different. I tried to be more cognizant of her humanity. I licked a lot more pussy and stuck my finger up her ass while I did. Dani liked assplay and rimming her asshole while I lapped clitty seemed to move things along.

Early in Dani’s Senior year, Dani was accepted to a pretty swanky college. Ally’s emails to Dani indicated she had run out of money. After Dani wrote to Ally about where she was going to college, the tone of Ally’s emails went cold. You could really taste the bitterness when you read them. Where Ally had made a point of never mentioning me before, now her emails asked about “That Stingy Bastard” and “The Rapist Who Shall Not Be Named.” 

I got nervous. Real nervous. It wasn’t over with me and Ally. I knew that.

So I started building  metaphorical “hidden room” once more. I hatched a plan. Waiting for Dani to graduate was an exercise in abstract paranoia. Whenever I’d see a new email from Ally in Dani’s mail client, I began to sweat. Was this the time Ally had decided to burn her bridges and me with them?

Dani knew nothing of my plans. I kept it all to myself.

“Daddy,” Dani said one May Saturday, “Can I go to California this Summer? To see Ally? Please?”

I’d obviously missed some recent emails. “I thought you and your Girlfriends were going to Cozumel?”

“Yeah. I’d rather go see Allison instead. I miss her. She’s my sister.”

“Okay. Sure.” 

“Did you want to send her some more money?”

I froze. “Uhm. Yeah. I guess I do.” I did, too. I needed to buy some more time. Just a little, but it was preciously important that I didn’t get fucked on my last power play.

Dani graduated Valedictorian.

She got on a plane for California. Then everything went to shit.

Two weeks into a three week trip Dani called me. “I better be honest with you, Daddy. I know you’re going to find out.”

Oh shit.

Ally went for an audition... at a porn movie studio. She took Dani with her. The producer was not interested in Ally, but he asked Dani to come into his office and talk.

Two days later, Dani filmed a sex scene for compilation video. My daughter had done porn for a major porn studio. 

“You’re shocked. I can hear it in the silence,” Dani said.

“A little. Please tell me you got paid.”

“Three grand. When you count in the time I was in makeup and wardrobe, that was like $500 an hour.”

“Well, you’ll have some spending money for school,” I muttered, rubbing my forehead and trying not to scream.

“Uhm. Well, that’s the other thing, Daddy. I kind of spent it.”

“Three grand? On what?”

“Two grand.”

“Dani?”

She said it fast to get it out. “I had my widow’s peak removed with laser electrolysis.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t be mad, Daddy.”

“I thought you were going to say you got a big tattoo on your back.”

“Oh no. Tattoos are creepy. Especially with my skin.”

“Okay. Well. I don’t understand why you ever had any issues with your hairline. You are perfect. But you’ve always wanted it gone and now it is. Are you happy?”

“Very.”

“Does it look good?”

“Awesome.”

“Did it hurt?”

“No. Uhm Daddy? I think I want to stay a little longer.”

“Orientation is in mid July, honey.”

Dani never made it to orientation. She never made it to college. She did another porn scene and was offered a feature, and then a feature contract. 

Apparently she turned them down and cut some other crazy contract terms of her own that gave her more control over her residuals. She became a name brand. As the kids say, “She’s big in Japan.”

“You taught me not to sell myself for less than top dollar, Dad,” she told me on one long Skype call where I begged her to come home and she cried.

My daughter is a millionaire. She’s made two lists of “The Smartest Woman in Porn.” She’s still gorgeous. She still has her head on straight. She’s a good kid. We got in a big fight about her choice of porn name, but other than that I tried not to judge.

Allison (as relayed through Dani) got involved in drugs. Then harder drugs. Then meth. That was the worst news I could hear. I blamed Tommy, but Dani said Tommy was straight. Apparently Tommy didn’t do drugs and he was constantly mad at Allison for getting stoned. He was doing all he could to get Ally into rehab. Regardless, I had to get the fuck out of Dodge, so I went ahead with the last phase of my plan. 

I sold my house. Didn’t even tell Dani. I moved to Western New York and a new job.  Dani and I were Skyping instead of calling by that time, so I didn’t have to even let her know I had a new phone number.

The new job in New York didn’t really want me, as much as they wanted some of my touch screen patents. I stayed nine months. I sold them every patent I had at a ridiculously high asking price. That was back a few years ago when you could take your money and run without paying capital gains. 

And so I did. I ran like a striped ass ape. I renounced my American citizenship. I already had repatriation waiting for me in Kosovo. I had been learning the Slavic languages for nearly two years.

Having $37 million dollars to invest in a war-ravaged country certainly sped my application for citizenship along. I was gone. Ally couldn’t touch me and she couldn’t smear me, and if she did I wouldn’t know. Hell, she’d never find me.

Based on some research I bought a rundown machine shop and began the work of converting it into a specialty manufacturer of plastic car parts. Crazy move. I knew the whole region was starving for aftermarket plastic parts for cars. I didn’t know that the reason no one else had capitalized on the opportunity was because the supply chain throughout that part of the globe is totally fucked. Just the basic pellets of processed petroleum that are the building blocks of any plastic manufacturer are all diverted to India unless you can bribe the right person.

I still talk to Dani on Skype. She said she’d come see me on one of her trips to Japan, but there was always a reason that she couldn’t swing a detour through the Balkans. To be fair, it’s not easy travel. Nothing runs on time. Airplanes servicing the Balkans are all unregulated deathtraps past their expiration date. Or maybe Dani was just done with incest. I get it.

Yes, I jerk off to Dani’s videos. She’s still the most beautiful female I’ve ever seen. That skin. OH! That perfect skin. I don’t think she looks that different with her hairline zapped, but perhaps her smile twinkles with more confidence.

When I watch her get fucked, I can still feel that tight pussy rippling up and down my cock. When I watch her suck porn studs I can feel the warm wetness. I know when she fakes her orgasms and when they are real. More often than not, they are real. I’m not a big fan of her girl-girl scenes. Maybe because she always fakes those orgasms.

Dani kept herself to Daddy’s grooming specifications for a long time. I noticed immediately when I saw her first scene with a bare mons. I didn’t think much of it. When I saw her with the short pixie cut died blue, there was no doubt she was not really my property anymore. That was a message to me.

Inevitable.

I’ve moved on.

I have a girlfriend/pet. Olga. Belarusian blonde. 24. Huge natural 40DD tits shaped like torpedoes.

She has a son. Six. Sweet kid. We get along great. He has a little devil in him too. Given Olga’s damaged past, there’s a chance she’ll be double-teamed by the both of us one day. I might still have a few incestuous tricks in me yet.  But Olga is another story and this one is way too long as it is.

That’s it. I won. I was an evil wife-beater and daughter-raper and I got away with it. And I got rich. My heart breaks when I think about never seeing my daughter Dani, but I suppose that’s the price I pay for the sins I have willingly done.

So it goes. And so it goes.

Oh, one little postscript. Tommy’s band’s song is huge here. I hear it everywhere. Not bad. A real ear worm. The kid has talent. Too bad he can’t keep a tighter dominion over his women.