I began rubbing myself, the veins of my dick grooving against my hands as I worked it. My length was average, but my girth was my pride, and I held it firmly. Watching the blonde talk as I imagined fucking her. She was hot, but a little skinny in the ass department, the tits now I realized could be a little more perky as well. I adjusted the fantasy in my head. Making her younger, more curvy and soft. I gave her pinker lips, lighter eyes, lighter hair. And stopped. My fantasy was no longer the actress on the screen, she resembled her… but she definitely, was not her. She was Posey.
I got up quickly, shutting off the TV. The house was quiet, and I tried to walk off my erection. My dick twitched angrily at my unfinished business, but finishing right now, meant imagining cumming in my daughter’s mouth and watching as it spilled down her lips. So that was out. I went over to Posey’s room. I’d see my baby girl, my daughter, snuggled in bed, innocent in sleep, and the thought would pass. Instead I was greeted with an empty room. That little bitch conned me. I grabbed my keys and was out the door, wrath swirling around me like a damn heat to fire.
I found her at a park, making out on a park bench with some guy. I recognized her immediately from her light hair, glowing in the moonlight.
“Posey!” I barked, and watched as she turned, the guy had been feeling her up and I watched as one of Posey’s full perfect breasts was exposed to the cold night air, pink nipple diamond hard. She scrambled to cover herself, but it was too late. I yelled her name again, and the guy dropped her on the bench, racing away and leaving her there to face me. She was obviously embarrassed, the blush extending to her nose from the cold. I grabbed her arm and dragged her up. She pulled back,
“Ow Dad! Stop! You’re hurting me!”
“You’re lucky I’m not! Now get in the truck!”
“No! I want to be with Dimitri!”
Was she fucking serious? I gripped her arm tighter, pulling her body to the truck and tossing her in. She folded her arms and glared at me, as if I had been the one to lie, and sneak. I got in and began driving.
“We’ll talk about this when we get home.” I said, not daring to look at her,
“No, I’m not talking about any of it with you! Take me to moms.”
“First off,” I said trying and failing to keep my voice calm, “You don’t give me orders. Second, it’s the weekend. Your mom can fuck off.”
“You can fuck off!”
I’d had enough. We parked in the driveway and I grabbed her arm, dragging her out of the truck as she yelled down the block. The whole damn neighborhood hearing it. She was out of control. It got worse once we were in the house. I tossed her towards the couch, too enraged to speak without spitting and slammed the door.
“I guess you can add abuser to your list!” She said, her beautiful lips twisted in a snarl.“The three A’s, Adulterer, Abuser, Asshole.”
My mind went blank with fury. In that moment I was not turned on, I was livid and I couldn’t decide if I was staring at my daughter or my bitch ex wife.
“You think I’m abusing you?” I said, unbelieving. “You think your spoiled ass is abused?”
She nodded, tracks of tears streaking down her face.
I was done. I walked over to her and grabbed her by her beautiful hair, and let her scream as I bent her over my lap and slammed onto the couch.
“You don’t know what abuse is Posey!” I yelled, holding her bent over me by the back of her neck.
My hand came down hard on the first slap to her ass, and she screamed. She’d already been screaming though, so I spanked her again, her tight pajama shorts riding up her ass as she squirmed beneath me. She was too old to be spanked, I knew that. But I was making up for lost time, because she’d obviously needed it more than I realized.
I hit her ass again, and this time I looked down. The impact of my palm on her ripe cheeks too tantalizing to ignore. I could see the red print of my hand start to form on her fair skin, and her legs quivered as she shook beneath me in a cry. Fuck…
Without thinking I dragged her shorts down, and slapped her again, her shout muffled as my mind short circuited watching her tight round ass ripple. I knew my cock was getting hard, knew if I kept this up she could feel it, and still I drew my hand back, packing the last spank across her ass with every bit of anger I had cooped up. Her cry was broken now. Her slender body slumping beneath me as she took her punishment. I think she was too upset and ashamed to realize that that hard bump against her belly was my dick, fully erect and probing.
I let her go, and she dropped off my lap and scrambled away. Running and locking herself in her room. We didn’t speak the entire weekend, or during drop off, but I could not get the image out of my head. I’d been so pissed, but somewhere in it, I had been more than that. I’d been turned on like never before. I jerked at my cock, relieving myself furiously throughout the week. Posey’s ass entering my head no matter how many times a swiped it away. I tried to stop and remind myself who she was. I looked at her baby pictures, her Instagram, anything I could get my hands on that said ‘this is your daughter, you perv.’
By Friday, I had myself under control. No problem, I told myself. You got this. Posey walked through the door and I realized, I did not have this. The pictures I had looked at had been a sweet, innocent girl. My daughter. The sex angel that walked through that door was no such thing.
She had dyed her hair light pink, and wore the sluttiest outfit in creation. The pink plaid skirt and white fishnets were an obvious ‘fuck you,’ just to piss me off. Her crop top actually showed the outline of her top. She glared at me as she entered and walked straight towards her room. No, fuck that. I’d worked too hard to not want to stick my dick in her, for her to get away with this.
“There is no way you wore this to school.” I said, already getting Molly on the phone.
“You’re right.” She said, “I didn’t.”
Molly answered, “What Craig?”
“Have you seen what your daughter is wearing? You’re okay with this?”
“Oh Jesus. This again? Yes, I’m okay with our daughter choosing her own clothes. She’s not ten.”
“She’s not a fucking stripper either!” I shouted into the phone.
Posey had the guts to look smug, happy to have me pissed at her, her act of rebellion doing its job. I cupped the mouth piece to the phone.
“Did you say you didn’t go to school like this?” I said, “Change into your other clothes then.”
“No, I didn’t go to school at all.” She said, “I skipped and hung out with Dimitri.” She smiled in triumph. “All. Week. Long.”
I hung up on Molly. With a week of school absences, I had a case against her, per our arrangement. She was fucking screwed.
I threw my phone down, watching as the screen cracked and Posey flinched. Then she got angry again.
“What, going to spank me again? I’ll tell mom. I’m pretty sure you’re not allowed to do that!”
But she hadn’t told Molly. She’d been too embarrassed. Instead she’d acted out. A few more times and maybe she’d learn her place.
“I’m going to treat you exactly how you’re dressed to be treated.” I said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her from the room.
I drug her across my lap again and she writhed beneath me. This time less and shock and fighting against my hand. I held her wrists together behind her, and her round ass wiggled in the air. The Fishnets left her exposed and the pink skirt was tossed up so that all I had as her bare ass laced with white cross hatches. The slap left the imprint of the fishnets and I suddenly wasn’t so mad about them anymore.
“Dad stop! Don’t!” She yelled, and I spanked her again.
“What.” Slap, “Did.” Slap, “I.” Slap.
I picked up pace, each word harder and faster than then next.
“Tell. You. About. Ordering. Me. Around!”
She began to cry, and her ass was so red that it matched the deep blush on her face perfectly. I gave her a slow, spank, that felt almost lazy as I watched her lips pucker. My hand slipped and I felt her pussy lips brush my fingertips. I slapped there harder, and I swear to god she mewed at the sensation of it. I tilted her ass up higher, and her hair spooled to the ground and obscured her face. She could have been anyone, any sexy cunt looking to be punished by me.
I slapped her pussy lips again and felt a slight moisture there. My cock had already gotten hard, but now it pulsed. My next slap was hard, and her cry broke off as I hooked my fingers in her. The inner folds of her lips all the more wet. I groaned, and her body trembled beneath me. Her sobs now quick rasps of fear.
That’s right, I thought, you better fear me. Fear and respect me.
I rubbed my fingers further in.
“Daddy?” Her voice shook, “What are you—“
She couldn’t ask it and I couldn’t hear it. I let go of her wrists, and cupped a hand over her mouth. Her arms shook, but they were too busy keeping head off the floor to make any fight happen.
Her words were muffled and I could just focus on the feel of her pussy lips constricting and sucking at my fingertips. She talked a big talk, but the tender tightness of her made me think she might still be a virgin. I looked down at her. Her hips sliding into a slender waist, obscured by the mini skirt. I ground her into my lap a little bit, groaning at the friction on my dick as my fingers now glided in and out of her tight hole. My other hand was just as wet as she cried into it, and I realized I’d gone too far. Too far to return.
“Fuck Posey.” I said, “Doesn’t that feel good.”
“Mmm!” Was her only reply and I dip deeper into her. My thumb playing at her clit has her legs buck and I kept at it. My cock twitched and I knew I was too close to bursting to do anything with it now that wouldn’t be a waste, so I finish pleasuring her, her body growing tense then quivering as I was gifted with two budding little spurts. She went limp and I continued until I too felt myself cum,
“Ooooh Posey.” I groaned, gripping her ass tight in my hand as I unleashed myself, the load soaking my slacks with a wet stain.
Her hiccuping sobs were just cute at this point, and I patted her ass and for the first time, brushed the hair from her face. She was a beautiful broken mess, and I gathered her up in my arms. She was too upset and in shock to process it, and she wrapped her small arms around me, crying into my chest. I held her there, petting her head of now bubblegum pink hair and also tried to process what I’d done.
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