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 Bad Girl
   by Nysidra
   Erotica (Mg, incest, drugs, possession, spanking)
   Summary: Jaylynn got high and started hearing a voice that led her down
a very naughty road.
   <->
   Half past midnight and Jaylynn was still climbing higher from the liquid
in that vial.  When the alchemist had come round, she went for the
sparkling cranberry one.
   "Excellent choice." The alchemist raised four of his bony fingers.
   She handed him two twenty-dollar bills.
   Hard, driving industrial metal played through the speakers while she
danced between two men.  Hefty dark skinned male with fat cheeks behind
her, his firm hands on her hips.  In front was a freckled young man who
blushed the whole time.  She left them for a moment to meet the alchemist.
   Minutes after she knocked the vial back - sweet taste, tangy finish like
a blueberry lime - the night went to shit.
   The men she had been dancing with got into it.  Yelling, shouting. 
Someone threw a punch and Jaylynn went for the door.  She didn't want to
end up arrested, or worse, catching an errant fist.
   Home before dark.  That was not the way things were supposed to go down.
   While on the bus, she pulled out her headphones and let 'The Axe' by
Gojira sing her a harsh lullaby.  Dark energy seemed to fill her body, a
swirl that whispered of dark promises fulfilled.
   If that was true, then she'd be sandwiched between two rock hard cocks
by now.
   'Is that what you want?' A voice whispered in that darkness.
   She fumbled in her purse, brushed over the plastic wallet, around her
phone.  The middle finger caught the key ring.
   Goodness, yes.  She would have to settle for alone time, listening to
music and dancing.
   Ovid's Withering sang, 'Approaching his haven enveloped in blood.  He
places the offering before him,' as she stumbled into the house.
   She bit on her bottom lip and pulled one headphone out.  Her father
might have been asleep.  The last thing she wanted to do was wake him.  She
turned around and locked the door.
   Dancing with a hip-dipping step, she only got as far as the living room,
swishing her hips to the cymbal crash.  Dropping down and rocking her
shoulders from side to side.  This stuff was amazing!  It was like being
fucked by the thrashing beat.
   Her sense of self-expansion drove deeper into the music.  She closed her
eyes and tossed her purse aside, this moment was too precious to waste.
   'Do you want to be fucked?'
   She grinned at the voice.  Was this some kind of remnant of her mind?  A
vulgar, dark component of her soul?
   Yes, of course.  Jaylynn loved sex.  Each person taught her so much
about pleasure, hers and her partner's.  Sex was a pure expression of life
and love and adoration for her fellow human being.
   The amazing music coming through her headphones climbed with her.  The
sound worked her into a squirming, sexual state of frenzy.  She needed to
masturbate.  Now.
   Jaylynn walked toward the back of the house, where she lived, the
bedroom attached to the den.  Her father lay asleep on the den couch in his
boxers.
   She grinned as she tipped past him.  In her bedroom, she unzipped her
boots, peeled out of her socks, wriggled out of her dress.  She grabbed the
armband from her desk and slipped her phone inside it.  Dressed only in her
panties she danced in the open doorway, writhing like an exotic dancer.
   If he opened his eyes, he'd see his daughter, nearly naked, sweat
beading on her body, pussy dripping wet.
   'He has a cock.'
   She suppressed her giggle at such a thought.  Not that her father was
anything to laugh about.  Tyler was an attractive man in his early forties.
A little soft around the belly, but fit otherwise.  In middle school, the
girls wanted to have sleep-overs to stare at him.
   As Opeth played into her ears she took one step after another closer to
him.  Her wet pussy leaked into the gusset of her panties.  Would the smell
of a horny young girl pull him from his slumber?
   She pressed her hand to her lips to suppress her laughter.  Okay, this
needed to stop.
   'He's sleep.  Why stop?'
   Good point.  She went into a trance as she danced.  Exploring the music
as it explored her body.  A tingling hum spread through her limbs and her
soul.  More sweat ran down her body as she worked the floor with her quiet
moves.
   Her father was missing quite a show.  Her high-cut heather gray panties
had turned dark gray from her bodily fluids.  Her tits bounced as she
dropped her hips to the ground.  She pulled on her dark nipples until they
stood at hard points.
   Whatever chemical she'd taken had silenced the voice of reason, that
voice that would have told her to cut it out, to go to her room, shower,
and go to bed.  Another voice had taken its place, one that said she needed
to do something about her throbbing clitoris, her wet pussy, her sensitive
nipples.
   'He would love to see you performing for him.  What man would not want
to look on your sexy body?  To lust after you?  He does.  He wants you.'
   Her breath turned heavy as she imagined him doing just that.  His
eyelids heavy, a little disoriented.  Would he think he was dreaming of a
goddess visiting him?  Would his cock grow hard at the thought of being
inside her?
   'What's he packing anyway?'
   Jaylynn had no idea.  She had only seen her father naked a couple times,
but never erect.  He hung a decent length, but with some men, you could
never been sure.
   The merciless beat of her metal music only made her hornier.  She didn't
just want to fuck, it had become a need, like water or food or sleep.
   'No need should ever be denied.  Don't you agree?'
   "Yes," she whispered as she scratched up her thighs.
   Her eyes drifted shut as she imagined Tyler's nails dragging down the
her back while his hips bucked upwards, thrusting hard into her body.
   'Take off your panties.  Let your pussy drip down your thighs.'
   A small echo, as if from deep in a well, shouted for her not too, but
Jaylynn ignored it.
   She hooked her thumbs into her panties and shimmied out of panties to
Scar Symmetry.  Immediately, she felt better as the cool air caressed her
swollen labia.
   'If he does wake up, he should see how wet you are for him.'
   When she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine that she was with
another.  This man touched her, danced with her.  His hands grasped her
breasts and squeezed her ass, almost from within her.
   Candice had said it was like being connected to another world, another
being.  She wasn't wrong.
   Whatever this 'connection' was, it filled her mind with decadent scenes
of lust, revealing images that she had never seen or imagined on her own.
   'You want to know how it feels.' He whispered.  'Doesn't he deserve to
have a pussy as wonderful as yours?'
   Jaylynn giggled as she marveled at the decadent direction of her mind.
   'You are his daughter.  Know how much you like to fuck?  Where do you
think it comes from?  Who created you?  Who shares your appetite for sexual
bliss?'
   He does?
   'Damn right he does.'
   Nile's 'Utterances of the Crawl' was almost too intense for her ears. 
All she could hear or see was a fat cock churning inside her wet pussy,
forcing her to climax over and over while her tits jostled from the force.
   'Show me how he touches you?'
   Jaylynn's eyes went wide.  Her father had never done such a thing?
   'But if he did?'
   She wore half a smirk as her fingers trailed down her sweat slick belly,
parted her fat outer lips and...  She drew an opened mouth gasp as her cool
fingers slid over her distended clitoris.  She was so fucking wet and
aroused.
   'You need a mouth full of cock right now, don't you?'
   Jaylynn nodded.  She wasn't dancing so much as lewdly masturbating only
a few feet away from his sleeping body.  The power she felt intoxicated
her. She loved sucking a man off, feeling him enjoy her attention.
   'Take his cock and suck on it.'
   He would wake up for sure.  Jaylynn pulled her fingers away from her
pussy and dug her soaking wet fingers into her hair.  Her heart hammered
away and she looked around as if waking from a dream.
   What was she doing?
   'Get on your knees and free his cock.  Be a good girl.'
   As if pushed, she stumbled forward, went to her knees.  Her hand
trembled over the flap of her Tyler's boxers.  Good was hardly the word for
what was happening to her right now.
   Impending Doom began playing as if a portend, but she loved this song.
Closing her eyes for a moment, she bobbed her head to the intro.
   She opened her eyes and tugged his cock free.  The waist band was snug,
but she was determined.  With wide eyes she took in every contour of his
flaccid cock.  He seemed pretty thick, soft, of course.
   Her tongue circled her lips, saliva pooled in her mouth.
   Are you there?  She wondered of the odd voice in her head.
   'Watching you,' it answered.  'Curious, like you.'
   She grinned.  Yes, she was curious.  She wrapped her hand around his
shaft and handled him, stroking him, wondering just how long and thick he'd
grow.
   'Nice size.' The voice whispered.  'Can that fit it your mouth?'
   She leaned forward and answered the question, wrapping her mouth around
the head.  Working her tongue she covered him in saliva, greedy to fit more
of his cock into her.  Her whimpers were muffled.  As she sucked, it was as
if she could feel an echo in her pussy.  Her daddy's cock tasted good.  She
hummed.
   Could she get off sucking cock?
   'Do you want to?'
   "Mmm hmm," she licked his wide shaft.  Saliva dripped from her mouth. 
She sucked his cock from top to bottom, worshipping the man who had given
her life, cared for her.  She lavished him with affection.  This was going
to be the best blowjob she had ever given.  He deserved it.
   Jaylynn whimpered and sucked, licked, turned her head.  Goodness he was
big.  She pulled back from his cock and grinned at the sheen of her saliva
covering him.  With renewed vigor, she tried to stuff as much of it as she
could into her throat.
   A hand settled on the back of her head, pushing her deeper, forcing the
wide mushroom head back.
   With a gasp, Jaylynn sat up and gasped for breath.  Her father was
sleep. His hands had not moved.
   She went back to his cock and felt pushed once again.
   'Don't stop sucking,' the voice in her head.  'Be a good girl.'
   She wriggled her tongue back and forth, sucked, licked, moaned.  She
gagged a little, but didn't pull all the way off him.
   'Keep trying.  A good girl can take him all the way.'
   It's too much, she thought, but it didn't keep her from trying.  Tears
squeezed out the corners of her eyes as the music pouring from her speakers
pounded in her ears.
   As the music reached its crescendo, she sucked harder, her pussy
throbbed.  She groaned around his throbbing cock.  Tyler humped her mouth.
Real hands pressed on the back of her head and his swelling cock pumped in
and out of her mouth.
   'He's fucking your face!  See what I told you?  You're about to climax
while he fucks your face.'
   Jaylynn whimpered and sucked.  She wanted to drink every drop.  He
stilled her head as his thighs shook and cock shot off.  This was a perfect
moment, when he surrendered his essence into her body, gave her the gift of
his pleasure.
   Her own orgasm had reached a plateau.  She reached a peak, and hadn't
gone for the delirious slide down.  She clenched her thighs tight, wishing
that she had someone inside her, fucking her, pounding her pussy.
   The smell and taste of him joined with the music, with the need, not to
sate her, but to drive her higher.  She didn't want to come down yet.
   He pulled one of her headphones out, and Jaylynn rested on his thigh,
licked the sweaty flesh.
   "What was that about?"
   "Daddy," she whispered.  "Fuck me.  Fuck me hard.  Please, I need you so
much.  I need you to make me come.  Every cell in my body needs you."
   He frowned and pushed himself up, looked down at his spent cock.  "Are
you high, Jaylynn?"
   "I'm so high daddy, so horny.  Please?  Don't make me ask someone else.
I don't want anyone else."
   'Tell him about your pussy.'
   "My pussy is so wet.  It's hot.  I came from sucking you, daddy.  I need
you."
   Another frown, but he crooked two of his fingers.
   'Get up there.  Do as he tells you.'
   She got up from the floor and tossed her leg up on the other side of
him. Clear strands of pussy juice stretched from one thigh to the other.
   "What the fuck?" He whispered as his two of his fingers slicked through
her thighs.
   'Stay still.  Just wait.  He loves a wet, swollen cunt like yours.'
   "Fuck," he said with a harsh whisper of disbelief.  He tugged on her
hips and she followed until she was sitting on his face.
   Jaylynn cried out as his cool tongue slid along her enflamed labia.  She
whimpered and shuddered as he speared his tongue, licked, then sucked.  Her
fingers dug into the cushion as he fucked her with his tongue.
   "Thank you," she breathed.  She could feel every movement, each flick.
Two fingers penetrated as his tongue centered on her clitoris.
   She pulled out her earbuds and unwrapped the armband.  Her father,
Tyler. She was fucking his face?  What?  Why?
   'Does it matter?  Isn't he so good at this?'
   "Yes.  Fuck." Her orgasm was close, but she didn't want to reach it, not
yet.  She wanted to climb higher, not fall.  Falling would feel so good
though.
   Tyler groaned then pushed her back on the couch.  He swiped his mouth
with his forearm and pulled his fingers from her pussy.  "Fucking drown me
with that cunt." He tugged off his boxers and mopped up her wet thighs. 
"What are you on?"
   She moaned and spread her legs wide, hooked her arms under her knees. 
"Daddy."
   He smacked her hard on her spread pussy.  She whimpered and moaned and
shuddered.  That hurt, but it felt so good too!
   "I don't know, daddy!" She stuttered through her shuddering.
   "Did you take my cock down your throat earlier?"
   "Yes."
   "Fuck, Jay." He pulled her up then guided her to ride his cock.
   Finally, he was inside her, spreading her pussy open.  The shaft that
had given her life was now getting a taste of his creation.  He smelled of
his cologne, a bit of sweat and bourbon, the bouquet that made her father
so uniquely familiar.
   "Please don't be mad." She ground herself down, accepting him deep
inside her.  The heat of their joining, the stretch of her pussy, the glow
of her body.  It was perfect, and she wanted him to have a piece of that
perfection.
   Wet sounds filled the silent house, his heavy breath, her soft moans. 
He chuckled and pulled her forward, kissed her and wrapped his arms around
her back.
   When she looked in his eyes, she saw lust, as if he were as lost to
desire as herself.  That he had been enjoying her body made her want to
give him more.  She bounced her hips down on his cock, clenched her vaginal
muscles.  She moaned and whimpered into their kiss as one climax spilled
onto another.
   Each successive orgasm wrung a little more energy from her until her
thighs burned with exhaustion.  Unable to carry on riding him, but unable
to stop, her pussy clamped and hips wriggled, needing more.  She mewed in
discomfort as her body lost the ability to carry on.
   "Please, Daddy."
   "I think you've earned the right to call me Tyler, Jay."
   "I like daddy better.  Please, don't stop fucking me."
   He sat up and turned her over, put her on her knees.  He rubbed the
soaked head of his cock up and down her slit.  "Get over here." He tugged
on her arm and put her over the side of the couch.
   Dazed, Jaylynn stared out, cool air kissing her bereft opening.  He'd
dragged her around like a rag doll, his doll.
   As soon as he was in position, he pounded into her body.  His body
slammed into hers, smacking against her ass, sending a ripple through her
spine.  Her head jostled with each thrust.
   Jaylynn couldn't moan, couldn't scream.  She could barely recall how to
breathe, so intense was the eroticism he built inside her.  This was
exactly what she wanted, what she needed.  For a moment, all of time was
forgotten.  Tyler fucked her toward a new depth of depravity.
   "Use my pussy, daddy.  Fuck, I love you.  I need you.  I want to be
yours.  Do whatever you want to me.  Fuck!  Fuck me.  Your cock is so
good."
   He whacked her ass, left then right cheek, burning, stinging.  He drove
himself into her writhing hot pussy.  Each time his body smacked hers, it
kicked off another explosion until she was screaming.
   More than she could imagine.  Pure exhaustion, pouring sweat, heart
pounding, mind adrift.  He leaned forward and pressed her face into the
couch cushion while she trembled and screamed and fell apart on his cock. A
gush of liquid covered their thighs, and her pussy muscles tried to push
him out of this hot piece of heaven.  Her orgasm subsided, but given the
intensity of his thrusts, her father was close behind.
   "Come in my mouth," she whispered.  "Let me suck you dry.  I want you."
Her words were hard to speak around the jerking of her body as he tugged
her hips hard on his cock.
   He pulled out and grabbed her by her hair.  He stuffed his pussy-scented
cock deep in her throat, over and over.
   "Every last drop," he growled.  "Fuck, fuck." He growled as he shuddered
and exploded, filling her mouth with his ejaculate for the second time.
   When his climax ended, he pulled his flagging cock from her mouth.  For
a while they lay there.  Tyler was half off the couch, and Jaylynn was
still bent over the arm, but her head rested in his lap.  Sweat poured from
the both of them.
   'A good girl is always thankful,' that voice whispered, though it had
faded.
   "Thank you, daddy.  That was amazing."
   "We're going to have a long talk when you sober up, young woman."
   "Not yet though," she mumbled.
   "No, not yet." With a deep sigh he pulled her upright, and cradled her
in his arms.  "Time to put this bad little girl to bed."
   ***
   That morning Tyler made them breakfast, he served her plate and they sat
across from each other in silence.  She chased her eggs in a circle with a
fork.
   "We need to talk Jay."
   "Can we not?"
   "We need to talk."
   "It will never happen again.  I promise.  I'm so sorry.  I was messed
up, and that was wrong.  Please, daddy.  Please.  Never again, I promise."
   He sighed and stared down into his breakfast plate.
   That wasn't how Tyler had wanted their talk to go.  He still had
questions that plagued him.  Did she do such things all the time?  Did he
have a problem?  What did she take?
   Days passed with heavy silence between them.  Those days became weeks.
In time, they were able to talk to each other without awkward pauses or
skirting around the issue.  Their lives returned to normal.
   Jaylynn returned to normal.
   He could count the dimples on her areola in that shirt.  No bra, swaying
with each step she took from her bedroom to the full-length mirror in the
den.  She had a woman's breasts, thick, heavy, full.  Flashbacks of him
sucking on them, licking their undersides, his cheeks caved in...
   Black boots rose to her calves, leaving a long swatch of bare skin from
the tops of the boots to the hem of the short black skirt.  He didn't have
to imagine what little it covered.  At night he dreamed of the euphoria he
found between her thighs.
   "Where are you headed?" He wiped down the counter in the kitchen.
   "Out."
   "Obviously.  Out where?"
   She smirked over her shoulder and winked.  "None of your business,
daddy." She took up her purse.  The heels of her boots clicked over the
kitchen floor, hips swaying as she sauntered through.
   In one smooth motion, he grabbed her by the upper arm and slung her,
face down onto the kitchen table.  He placed a firm hand between her
shoulder blades.  Her legs splayed wide, dangling off the edge of the
table, heavy boots kicking up behind her, trying to catch one of his legs.
   He held her firm, but he wasn't sure what to do with her yet.  He had
acted before thinking, but he wasn't ready to apologize.  He couldn't have
her leave the house, have her getting in trouble again.
   He had a responsibility.  He was her father, the only parent she had. 
"Quit moving!"
   ***
   Jaylynn stilled.  Her father had never been so aggressive.  Sure, he
tended to lose his temper, but at other people, never her.  Her heart
pounded, but she settled onto the sturdy wood table.  If she calmed,
perhaps he would allow her up.
   The pressure on her back eased.  She wriggled back until the toes of her
boots touched the floor.  He didn't move, leaving her no place else go
until he let her.  She looked back over her shoulder through the strands of
her hair.
   "Daddy?"
   He stared down, and the cool air on her backside gave her a fair idea of
what he saw.  She'd bought the panties last week, but saved them to sway
AJ's mind about buying her tickets to Grind Fest next month.
   Now she was at his mercy, bent over, spread, pinned down by his weight.
Was he angry with her?  How was she going to calm him down?
   ***
   Tyler's pulse drummed in his ear.  His balls tingled and cock stiffened
along the back of her thigh.  A flutter grew in the pit of his stomach. 
The scrap of her tiny black skirt had ridden well over the swell of her ass
exposing sheer candy apple red panties.
   The gossamer scrap continued along the seat, a dark slit between two
bare skinned puffs of flesh.
   She hadn't been as smooth when he fucked her, half in a daze, plowing
her wet pussy for all it was worth.  When did she make herself bare?
   She braced her hands on the table, but he was ready when she thrust
backwards.  He leaned on her and pressed down.
   "Let me up!" She wriggled and fought, arching her head back, her breasts
mashed to the table.  Her efforts only served to work her skirt higher,
work her thigh deeper between his legs.
   She tried to pull away, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind
her back, both of them gathered in his hand.
   "Dad?  Remember what we talked about?"
   He remembered.  Somewhere beyond the fog of his lusts he recalled them
sitting across from each other at this very table talking about the mistake
they'd made.  How it could never happen again.
   It wasn't the way he wanted that conversation to go.  How many nights
had he lay in bed, stroking his aching cock, thinking over of her wet
pussy? His little girl, high as the fucking stars in the sky, working his
cock like it was her job?
   He remembered what that felt like as his cock strained in his pants. 
Fucking fire engine red ass covered in lace, bare pussy lips inches from
his cock.
   "You need to be taught respect, little girl."
   ***
   What was he talking about?  With her legs spread wide, his wrists pinned
to the small of her back, the hard table underneath her, Jaylynn had no
leverage.  The rigid bump on her hip couldn't be his thigh.
   'Wouldn't it be nice if he fucked you again?'
   She hadn't taken anything since that night.  The woman she turned into
had scared her too badly, but that voice was there as if it had never left.
   'Wouldn't it?'
   She refused to entertain the notion.  That was something they couldn't
do again.  He was her father, she was his daughter.  It was his place to be
responsible.
   'Not yours.'
   "Please let me up.  I'm sorry I disrespected you." Sweat dripped down
her forehead, the place where he held her wrists ached.
   "That's what you say.  You need to be taught, and I'm going to teach
you." His voice sounded strange, far away.
   "Let me up, Tyler!" She roared, wriggled and rocking her hips from side
to side.  She hoped to wake him up, snap him out of it.
   "I'm the one giving orders in this house.  Not you." The calm in his
voice worried her, but she didn't have long to think on it.
   She screamed.  Pain blossomed over her ass, stinging, hot.  Smack. 
Smack.  Smack.  She stomped and cried, but that didn't take the pain away.
   ***
   Oh fuck yes.  She had this coming.  Tyler sucked in his bottom lip and
bit down on it as he turned her right ass cheek red.  His stinging palm
took hold of her wrists then he landed a few swift blows to her left cheek.
   She ceased her jumping and dancing, fighting him.  She lay limp on the
table, sniffling.  Tears pooled on the surface of the table.
   He slid his hand up her thigh, fingers down, surveying the contour of
her taunt body, taking his time.  His palms stung, but it was a good hurt,
one he needed to feel.  Those red panties were pulled taunt, sucked into
the cavern of her slit.
   "I'm sorry," she whimpered.
   "What for?" He smirked.  "What are you sorry for?" He should kiss her
better.
   "For disrespecting you.  I'm sorry for disrespecting you.  Please let me
go."
   He leaned forward and brushed her hair back from her face.  They stared
at each other for a long time, but he wasn't moved by her shimmering eyes
or frowning face.  "Waxed or shaved?"
   ***
   Her face wrinkled.  Did she hear him right?  Was he asking about her
pussy at a time like this?  He'd really hurt her.  Her ass was on fire and
she wanted to be let up.
   "Did you wax your cunt or shave it?"
   She sniffled.  Maybe if she showed him that she had learned her lesson
he'd let her up.  "Waxed."
   "Nice," he pulled back.
   Cool air hit her pussy.  Jaylynn tried to see over her shoulder, but she
couldn't tell if he'd really pulled the seat of her panties away.  The
sting of her ass and ache of her wrists took the forefront.
   "Put your hands on the table and don't move."
   As soon as he let her hands go she tried to push back.
   Her chin hit the table and he spanked her again.  The burning sensation
froze her ability to make a sound.  Several crashing blows rained on her
ass and thighs before she got the air to scream.  He ignored her pleas and
protests, his large hand seeming to light her entire backside on fire.
   "My hands are on the table!  I won't move!  I promise, daddy, I
promise!"
   Jaylynn trembled in fear.  She had never seen her father so angry.  Had
she done this to him?  Caused this in some way?
   "Put your legs together."
   She shuffled her legs, they felt like jelly, but she kept trying until
the boots clacked together.
   He hooked his fingers in the waist of her panties and slid them down to
her ankles.
   Fuck.
   ***
   "Step out and spread."
   Tyler stared between his daughter's legs, when she spread, her outer
labia parted to reveal the glistening inner lips, framed my enflamed skin.
She was covered in growing whelps caused by his hand.
   He took breath and blew a stream of cool air on her cunt.
   Jaylynn's ass jiggled.  She made a strangled sound in her throat.
   His cock ached, so he stepped out of pants and his briefs, let his
throbbing member bob in the open air while he stared into her weeping cunt.
   Damn, she was fucking sexy.
   He stood, but resisted rubbing the head of his cock along her rising
whelps.
   "You're wet, Jay."
   She sniffled, her face buried in the crook of her arms.  It was a slight
movement, the gradual arch of her spine, bringing her ass higher in the
air.
   "Show me," he whispered.
   As if in slow motion, her ass swayed from side to side, causing moisture
to seep from her pussy.
   ***
   'You can't undo the damage you've done,' the voice in Jaylynn's head
whispered.
   Tyler stroked her leg just above her knee.  Large, rough, warm, his palm
whispered over the tender spots, up and around her ass.  The sensation was
both painful and electric, soothing and harmful.
   "Daddy," she sniffled, a sense of urgency and worry in her voice. 
Before she had been under the influence, high.  He'd been drunk, half
asleep.  What was the excuse now?  "Please."
   "Please, what?"
   His breath was both cool and warm against her throbbing pussy.  How
close was he to her pussy?  What was he thinking?
   'Don't you want him to lick you?  To fuck you?  I'm sure he'll buy you
the tickets if that's what you really want?'
   ***
   His pulse centered in his cock, deep in his scrotum.  It was the one
calling the shots, propelling him forward.  The power of control swept
through him like a warm current, soothing him and directing him.
   He breathed deep the scent of his daughter's pussy, waking the beast
deep inside him, the one that wanted another turn.  He had never
experienced such a keen sexual need for a woman, not even her mother.  This
was all for his baby Jay.
   He wasn't holding her down any longer.  She was held by his power, by
his authority.  She was captured by his strength, wet and ready for his
cock, needing it as much as he needed her.
   "You're going to listen now, aren't you?"
   She whimpered and her hips shuddered.  Did she thrust her ass out a
little further?
   Tyler smoothed both his hands up the backs of her thighs.  "I don't want
to hurt you, sweet heart." He squeezed both her ass cheeks in his hands,
smirked as she whimpered and shuddered.
   Her palms were flat on the table, but lifted her arm to stare at him
from around her hip.  She made a gorgeous portrait, wet, red face, contrite
and confused beside her round ass and wet, puffy pussy lips begging to be
spread wide by his cock.
   He rubbed his cheek up and down the side of his ass, smirked at the
pinch of her face.  He could smell her now, fragrant and wanton.
   "Daddy's going to kiss you better now.  Be a good girl, Jay."
   Moments passed.  He waited.  She was still sniffling and panting from
the spanking he lay on her.  In time, she submitted, straightened and
pressed the side of her face to the table.  His finger tips danced over the
back of her hot thighs.  She twitched, but didn't try to get away from him.
   "Yes, baby girl.  That's it."
   ***
   Jaylynn closed her eyes and waited.  Kissing wouldn't hurt like
spanking. She couldn't take that any more.
   His fingers slid along her outer labia, sliding through her arousal over
her smooth flesh.  She loved to touch herself after a fresh wax, lying in
bed with her thighs spread wide, going back and forth over her sensitive
flesh.
   "Daddy?" She whispered.
   He didn't say anything, but he didn't hurt her or stop.
   'Go ahead and tell him.  Don't be shy.'
   "I missed you."
   His thumbs stopped in the crease of her ass and her thigh, first the
left, then the right.  He spread her wider and she could hear the inner
lips part.
   She shifted her legs wider.
   "Hold your pussy open."
   It hurt to touch herself and she whimpered to let him know it, but she
followed his instruction, spread herself more obscenely than she had ever
done in her life.  Her finger tips slipped, but she fought to get a good
hold.  Her ass burned along the inside of her wrists.
   Heat when he exhaled, cool when he inhaled.  He was so close.  He
pressed the flat of his fingers along her wet slit, then drug them down,
brushing the underside of her clitoris.  The sensation was amazing, almost
like that night, the thing they were never to repeat.
   "Please, kiss me better."
   "Want me to lick your pussy, Jay?"
   She purred, listening to him speak the words.  His fingers slid through
her cream once more, making her feel so good.
   "Yes, sir."
   "Sir?" He kissed the back of her palm.
   "Please, sir.  Please, Daddy." She contracted her pussy, sending more
moisture to cool over her labia, to drip over her swollen clitoris.
   ***
   The sight of his little girl spread open, so raw and wet, swollen and
needy caused his balls to ache.  His cock bobbed in the air, urging him to
put it deep inside her.
   "You can let go now, get your hands back up there."
   She sniffled and repositioned herself.  Her face was a mess.
   "Don't you move." He walked over to the sink and prepared a warm face
cloth.
   Her eyes went straight for his bobbing cock, staring at it while wiping
her cheeks and nose.
   "Back down.  I'm not done with you."
   He went to stand behind her.  And got his fingers back along her slit.
She coated his fingers with slippery, creamy, pearly wet arousal.  He put
his fingers to his lips and moaned.  He had the scent of her in his soul
now.  He'd fucked her and he couldn't walk away from that.
   "Are you going to fuck me again?"
   "If I do, or if I don't doesn't matter.  This isn't about you, today,
baby girl.  I'm going to do what I want with you.  Understood?"
   "Yes, Daddy."
   He cupped her entire pussy in his hand, squished his palm into her slit,
wriggled it back and forth, up and down, his fingers tickling her clit,
sliding over her smooth mound.
   She stretched her arms out over the table, arched her hips higher.  Just
like petting a cat, the way she writhed and moaned.  Let's see how she
liked this one.  He turned his palm and let his finger tips caress and pull
on her clitoris, give her a shallow fuck of her pussy.
   "Please," she groaned.  "Don't stop.  Feels so good.  Use my pussy,
Daddy." Her hips shuddered, jiggling her gorgeous ass.  "I'll be good.  I
promise.  I'll respect you."
   "Sounds like you're begging." He smirked as her hips rocked back onto
his fingers.  Her mouth wasn't the only part of her begging, her hips
swirled in a circle.  Damn she was amazing.  "What are you begging me for?"
   "Fuck me," she pushed back from the table, not too far, enough to back
further down on his fingers.  Her pussy was hot, throbbing with lust.
   "Are you going to be a good girl?"
   "Yes, sir."
   He pulled his fingers away.  "I don't believe you."
   ***
   Jaylynn grabbed the ends of her shirt and pulled it off, tossed it to
the floor.  "I'll be good.  Promise."
   Tyler had become the beast she'd fucked while half out of her mind.  She
loved it.  His hand caressed her stinging ass.
   "Turn over."
   He held her legs and helped her until she was lying on her back on the
table.  He set her feet on the edge, spreading her open.  His fat cock lay
along her slit as he played with her breasts.  He squished them together
then leaned forward and kissed them.
   "Tell me you like it.  Tell me you want me to use you any way I want."
   Now?  Or in the future?  Would she ever have her father back?
   He pinched her nipple, his dark eyes stared into hers.
   "I'll be good."
   "Tell me why you're so wet."
   'You might as well tell him.  This is what you wanted to happen.  You
know what he's going to do.'
   Why wouldn't that voice go away?  She'd never heard it until she took
that stuff, but though the effects went away, the voice had returned.
   'You want the effects to?'
   "I like the way you touch me, Daddy."
   He sucked on her sore nipple and smirked.
   She brought her hands up to rest on his shoulders, slowly caressed his
back.  "You can do whatever you want with me."
   He stood back, held her legs together and pulled the skirt over her hips
and down her legs.  Then his fingers were back, making sloppy wet noises as
he finger fucked her.  His other hand squeezed her breasts, then the base
of his cock.
   She stared at his thick cock, remembering what it felt like drilling her
until she had orgasm after orgasm.  He was so big, none of the other men
she'd been with had brought her such pleasure.
   Her bottom swayed and rotated on his fingers, trying to reach orgasm. 
She had never felt so animalistic before.  She was overcome with pure,
primal need and lust.  Tyler didn't let her reach the peak she sought. 
Each time she got close, he pulled his hand away, watched as she twitched,
listened to her whimper.
   Jaylyn whimpered and sucked on her thumb while thinking about sucking on
his cock.  Her pussy was so wet that she felt the cool air on the crack of
her ass.  She clenched her pussy muscles, needing his cock back inside her,
turning into a pure wanton slut for her Daddy.
   'Tell him.'
   "Please, Daddy.  Do whatever you want to me."
   "Yes, baby Jay, I certainly will."
   ***
   Tyler's sexy little girl was so hot that she could was trembling and
begging for him.  If he put his cock in that hot box he'd pop off in a
matter of seconds.
   He had a solution for that.  He went around to the other side of the
table and hopped up, straddled her chest.
   "Open up.  I need to be ready to fuck your pretty little pussy."
   He groaned as his cock rubbed along her tongue.  His cock was dripping
wet with arousal.  Tyler had become focused on his need for the connection
he had with his daughter.
   "Suck my cock, Jaylynn." He growled as his cock was pulled in by her
hungry mouth.  "That's my girl.  Yes, swallow me."
   He pumped his hips, working his shaft between her glistening lips. 
"Fuck yeah, you want me, don't you." He stepped back and turned his
attention toward her.
   He worked his finger through his daughter's dripping wet cunt, finger
fucking her, curling his fingers to work the spongy part.  Her eyes rolled
back, she squeezed her breasts and her thighs tightened and ass shook.
   He didn't pull away this time.  She deserved this one for not giving him
any more trouble.  Her mouth opened wide, but she barely made a sound.  The
wooden table groaned and little, strangled sounds left her throat.  Her
pussy tightened like a vice on his fingers.
   "Come on, Jaylynn.  I want you to feel good." He focused on bringing her
over the edge.  He wanted her to like what he was doing.  He might have
started in anger, in a haze of madness, but right now he just wanted to see
her glow.  "Be good to me and I'll be good to you.  Yeah?  I'll lick your
wet pussy, fuck you, make you come.  That's what we really want, isn't it,
baby girl?"
   "Yes, Daddy.  I love you, Daddy." Another high, whining sound.  "So
close," she rasped.
   "I'm not going to stop, sweetheart."
   The perverse thrust of her pussy down onto his fingers was a gorgeous
sight.  She arched her back, let loose her guttural moans, as she came hard
on his fingers.
   Tyler adored her.
   "Put it in me."
   She arched her back, gripped the edge of the table, spread her thighs
wider.  She closed her eyes and sighed as the crown of his cock touched the
heat of her wet slit.  He slid inside her, widening her with his girth.
   "Yes, Daddy.  Thank you.  Fuck me.  I miss you so much."
   He fucked his cock up into his hot daughter, his gorgeous little slut.
"Feel good?"
   "Yes!" She gasped.
   "That's what I want.  Time for you to feel good now.  Time for you to
take my cock.  I love you, Jaylynn, my precious girl.  I love everything
about you.  You feel so good.  I missed you too, missed this wet cunt." He
lengthened his stroked, stared joined at the joining of their bodies. 
"Perfect pussy lips stretched around my cock."
   ***
   Jaylynn gushed as her second orgasm ripped through her.  He was so hard
inside her, throbbing, fucking.  She shouldn't have been with him the first
time, definitely not now, but what was done was done.  She wanted to enjoy
him.  She loved every dirty, naughty word from his mouth.  His hands groped
her breasts and legs.
   "You feel so good inside me, Daddy.  Fuck me.  Fuck your dirty little
girl.  I'll be good, Daddy.  Whenever you want me, I'm yours.  Please don't
stop."
   ***
   Tyler growled and took her legs in his hands.  He leaned forward and
thrust his tongue into her mouth, bucking his hips into her.  He leaned
back relished in the feeling of fucking her, knowing that he could do it
whenever he wanted, that she would be his.
   There were no words as he came inside her, plunging deep, spilling his
seed inside his baby girl.  He braced on the table, dripping sweat, his
heart thundering in his chest.  He'd been a man possessed, but not that it
was over, sanity crept back in.
   Under him, sweating, reddened, thoroughly fucked - his one and only
daughter.
   "It's okay, Daddy." She smiled up at him.
   <->
Written: January 2015
   Contact: nysidra at hot mail dot com
  
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