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This is a work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years of age.
Abby mewled in ecstasy as her Daddy Hank paddled her pink ass even redder. “More Daddy, spank me more! Your slutty daughter needs her big strong Daddy to punish her!” She was naked, draped over her father’s lap, his erection poking her in the tummy. He was naked as well, holding the leather paddle in one hand and rubbing his slut daughter’s ass cheeks with the other. In other words, a normal Tuesday at the Johnson’s.
Several months earlier, Abby had suddenly become a wild child. Hank couldn’t even begin to guess why. Nothing he did seemed to get through to her, she was careening out of control. The day after her eighteenth birthday she’d been caught shoplifting lingerie from a department store, that had been the last straw for Hank.
He’d managed to get her out of that mess and finally get through to her about how serious her behavior problems were. After a talk that had devolved into a shouting match Abby had raised her hand to her father, and Hank had lost it. He’d grabbed her by the wrist, flipped her onto his lap and given her a spanking, her first since she was eight.
Abby was furious, she struggled to escape but her father was too strong. He’d flipped her denim skirt up and revealed she’d been wearing a thong, her ass cheeks were already bare. Hank had grunted in surprise but went ahead anyway, ten firm slaps to each buttock. By the halfway point there was a wet spot on Abby’s thong. By the time Hank had finished her thong was soaked and she smelled like a bitch in heat.
Abby lay on his legs for a moment after he was done, she was squeezing her thighs together and trembling. She looked up at him, her eyes huge. She’d just had an orgasm from being spanked! “Oh Daddy,” she breathed. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, waggling her ass at him for more. Hank pulled her skirt back down and almost dumped her off of his lap in shock. That’s when he realized he was getting hard from his daughter’s slutty display.
She’d managed to surprise Hank with her sudden craving for discipline. Maybe all the acting out was just cries for attention. Perhaps now they both knew what kind of attention Abby needed from her Daddy. Not that he was going to give it to her, he was her father for goodness sakes!
But it hadn’t taken long for Hank’s defenses to crumble. He knew incest was wrong, he also knew his daughter was a hot piece of ass. Abby still had a touch of baby fat but it just made her generous curves more irresistible. Her slutty clothes he now saw hadn’t been intended to annoy but to arouse. And her hourglass figure was just the type that got Hank off the most.
After that first spanking Hank had managed to control himself, and Abby’s behavior changed as well She stopped acting out and started staying home, but with a plan. She’d seduce her father, twist him to provide her strange desires. She began with her wardrobe.
A few days of Abby dressing to tempt and Hank was weakening. A few more days of her outfits getting skimpier and sluttier and he couldn’t stand it. He confronted Abby late one night.
“Abby, I appreciate you staying in lately and not carousing with your friends, but honey, if you’re doing this, this displaying yourself, for the reasons I think you’re doing this, well… Look baby, incest is wrong!” No matter how good it might end up feeling, Hank thought to himself. They were in the kitchen, Hank was at the table and Abby was prowling around the room, restless.
Tonight Abby had done a one-eighty on her wardrobe. Now instead of slutty club clothes she was wearing demure but revealing lingerie, designed to make her appear more feminine, more mature. She noticed her Daddy had finally said ‘incest’, it was on his mind for sure now.
“But Daddy,” Abby said, “you remember that spanking. When I got so wet.” She licked her lips suggestively, inhaled to raise her tits up. “What’s wrong güvenilir bahis with just getting a spanking from my Daddy?” She was wearing a sheer babydoll nightie with spaghetti straps in pink, and a matching sheer thong. Hank could see she’d shaved her pussy bare.
Abby approached her Daddy, trailed a finger along his jaw, leaned in and whispered, “We don’t have to fuck, Daddy, if you don’t want to, but unless you spank me, well who knows how naughty I could get?” She stuck her tongue into her Daddy’s ear and he moaned.
She’s right, Hank thought to himself, we don’t have to have sex. If this stops her from getting a DUI or getting arrested again, maybe it’s worth it. Deep down he knew he was kidding himself. There was no way he or Abby was going to let it stop there. But he was horny too, dammit, it had been years, and humans are great at self deception.
“All right,” Hank agreed. “Just a spanking.” He scooted his chair out from the kitchen table and patted his lap. “Might as well get it over with.” Abby noticed that her Daddy had a promising lump in his trousers, she skipped happily to her Daddy and draped herself over his legs. Her full tits felt heavy against his thigh.
Hank looked down at his young daughter. Her beautifully curved back leading down to a luscious heart-shaped ass, her full cheeks bare, bisected by a thin pink string. Her thong barely covered her full pussy lips, it was pulled tight and outlined her cunt perfectly. Hank’s breath rasped in his throat as he stared, entranced. She was already getting wet.
“Daddy, hurry up,” Abby said, and wiggled in his lap. She felt his dick uncoil beneath her, this was getting good. Her already moist pussy gushed more juice as she thought about her Daddy looking at her panty-clad cunny!
Hank’s hand rose and fell onto Abby’s delicious buttocks, making them jiggle. His cock was getting hard, he was sure his teen daughter could feel it through his pants. His palm began to sting as Abby’s cheeks got redder and redder. He could smell her sex, she was once again staining her thong with her moist cunt.
“Oh Daddy, yes, punish me, make me be good,” Abby purred. Her nipples were tight and tingling, her cunt was getting hotter and juicier with each slap of her Daddy’s hand. The pain mixed with pleasure in her brain, she got more aroused the longer her Daddy spanked.
Hank was rock hard by the time he’d given Abby four spanks. Instead of crying out in pain his tramp of a daughter was loving it, she was breathing deep and shifting her hips against his lap. He was becoming entranced by the experience; Abby’s smooth skin, her scent, her responsiveness to his hand swirled together in his mind.
Eighteen, nineteen, twenty slaps of her Daddy’s broad hand and Abby was panting, teetering on the edge of orgasm. “More, Daddy, please, I need more,” she begged her father. Hank was breathing hard as well, his brain in a fog of lust. His hand rose and fell once again, harder this time, and Abby started cumming in his lap.
“Yessss, oh Daddy, my big strong Daddy spanking me, oh fuck…” Abby moaned. She writhed in Hank’s lap, one hand flew to her clit and stroked, making her cum even harder. “Oh Daddy I’ll be good oh fuck, oh Daddy, oh Daddy!”
Hank sat there as his daughter came, laying across his legs, touching herself, he wanted so much to pick her up and fuck her, fuck the shit out of her, but that would be wrong. He’d wait until she was done then go jerk off in his room with the door locked. Finally she quieted. But then the hand that had been stroking her clit found another target, she grabbed her father’s hard dick through his pants, gave him a squeeze.
“Daddy, what’s this?” Abby knew very well what it was, her father’s cock. She slid off his lap to the kitchen floor and knelt before him. “Oh Daddy, did you get all hard from me? How flattering! Wow, it feels so big, can I see it Daddy?”
Hank was frozen. He watched güvenilir bahis siteleri as Abby unzipped his pants, dug her hands into his boxers and brought out his erect cock. She held it in both hands, staring at it, feeling it throb, watching precum leak out of the tip.
Hank knew he had to do something, but somehow he couldn’t move. Now his teenage daughter was bending low, taking him into her hot mouth. Hank moaned and threw his head back. Abby’s tongue was stroking him, tickling the head, she swirled her tongue over her Daddy’s twitching rod and he exploded.
Jet after jet roared up his shaft and into his daughter’s sucking mouth. She was still holding his shaft with both hands, squeezing him as he came, bobbing her head up and down like a porn star. Hank had never cum so hard, stars danced before his eyes as Abby kept licking, sucking, worshiping his cock.
At last motion returned to Hank and he sprang from his chair, pulling his now wilting penis from his daughter’s hands and hastily tucking it back into his pants. “Abby, that was wrong, oh my god, we could go to jail! I knew this was a bad idea, I just knew it. Now go get some clothes on, my god!”
But Abby didn’t move from her place on the kitchen floor. She was licking her father’s cum from her fingers, some had escaped her mouth to land on her breasts and she wanted every drop of her Daddy’s load. “I don’t know, Daddy… Remember how bad I was, just a week ago?” Now she rose, stepped up to Hank, got very close and breathed, “I could be so much worse.”
She brightened. “Or, you could spank me like a good Daddy, your choice!” She hung her arms around Hank’s neck and pressed herself against him, gave him a long, slow, passionate kiss that had his recently-drained cock twitching again. “I’ll let you think about it tonight, Daddy.”
The next day passed slowly for Hank. He couldn’t get his daughter’s words out of his head, were they a threat, a promise or both? Once he arrived home after work he was amazed to find the house spotless, his dinner ready and his Abby dressed in normal clothing. He smelled a trap.
After dinner Abby cleaned up while Hank watched, she was humming to herself as she went about her chores with a smile on her face. She made him his favorite drink and brought it to him in the living room. They were watching TV together when Hank finally couldn’t stand it. He snapped the set off with the remote and turned to Abby, beside him on the couch.
“Okay Abby, what gives?” he asked. He had a pretty good idea, he just hoped he was wrong. She was looking at him with a too-innocent, “who, me?” look on her face.
“Why nothing Daddy! I’m just showing you what a… good girl I can be, if I want. If I get what I want, that is.” Abby smiled at her Daddy and batted her long eyelashes at him playfully. “On the other hand, if you’re going to be a big stupid-head about things, well then Daddy, I guess I’ll just have to act up again. Want to bail me out of jail again, Daddy? Or worse?” Abby’s smile had turned predatory. Hank shuddered at what the ‘worse’ was that she was imagining.
Hank decided to play along for now. “Are you threatening your Daddy?” he asked seriously. “Such a naughty thing to do, are you a bad girl now, Abby?” His daughter’s face lit up when she saw he was playing along, she wriggled in place on the couch.
“I’m having bad thoughts, Daddy,” Abby said. She scooted closer to him on the couch and dropped her voice low. “I’m thinking about naughty things again, Daddy! Things like… how big my Daddy’s hands are, how good they feel on my ass when he spanks me. How big… his other things are.” She was getting closer and closer to Hank, her chest rising and falling swiftly, licking her lips, squirming in place.
Hank couldn’t help it, daughter or no daughter here was a young woman who wanted him, desired him. He felt his cock begin to stiffen as he replied, iddaa siteleri “Such naughty thoughts, a bad girl indeed. What do we do with bad girls, Abby?”
Abby didn’t answer with words. She stood up and stripped, pulling her blouse over her head, stepping out of her pants. Once again she was wearing a tiny thong, in virginal white this time, she spread herself to show him there was already a dark spot growing in the center.
She unsnapped her bra and her tits spilled free, her nipples were large and dark, already stiff. She lay down on her Daddy’s lap, long hair spilling over the cushions, looking back over her shoulder at him, waiting for his hand. Hank’s cock gave a mighty throb under her as he gently rubbed her ass cheeks, then pulled back his hand.
*SMACK* went his hand onto Abby’s tender pink buttocks. She gasped and trembled on his lap. As each slap landed her legs spread further and further, Hank was panting as if he’d just run a marathon, Abby’s face was a mask of lusty joy.
“Oh Daddy, spank your little girl, yes, oh I need my Daddy’s hand on me, spanking me, so good, Daddy spanking me so fucking good oh my god!” Abby came on her father’s legs as his hand rose and fell, she was shaking, clamping her hips together and rolling in his lap.
Hank’s cock was painfully hard under his teenage daughter’s naked body. He couldn’t bear it any longer, he turned Abby over and kissed her, bringing her up to sit in his lap, his aching dick nestling between her hot ass cheeks. Still kissing they rose, he stopped caressing her hot body long enough to unfasten his pants, freeing his cock at last.
“Abby, enough with the games and the teasing,” Hank said, crushing her to him once again. She felt so right in his arms, she was grabbing his ass, pulling him closer. “Yes or no, do you want me to fuck you? You gotta say it baby, if you want your Daddy’s cock.”
His lusty daughter stopped sucking his neck long enough to answer. “Yes Daddy, I want you to fuck me, I want your cock in my tight, hot cunt, Daddy.” She pushed forward a bit and they tumbled onto the couch together. Hank’s eight inches were sticking straight up, Abby grabbed his dick and aimed it at her tight cooze. “Ready, Daddy? Here we go.”
She lowered herself onto his throbbing manhood, rubbed the slimy head around her wet pussy lips, then sank onto him balls deep in one stroke. Hank gasped, she was hot, hotter inside than any woman he’d been with, and her ass cheeks were baking his thigh, they were so warm.
“Mmm, Daddy, now isn’t it better having a good girl around the house?” She leaned forward and pressed an erect nipple into his mouth as she rode him. Hank surrendered to his desires and started thrusting his hips up, reveling in the amazing sensations his daughter’s tight teen twat was dishing out.
Hank could feel Abby’s strong cunt muscles milking his dick, he pounded his daughter’s cunt with everything he had. Abby panted, “Gonna cum Daddy!” and her hips went into overdrive around him, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone, making her gush pussy juice. Hank felt his balls draw up into firing position.
Hot loads of spunk began flying up his shaft. “Here it comes, daughter! Cumming!” Hank cried. “Oh yes, take it, take it all you slut, what a naughty girl, fucking her Daddy!” Abby’s cunt was on fire around his cock, every throb of his tool got an answering squeeze as she came as well.
“Yes, Daddy, yes!” she screamed, “such a big strong Daddy fucking me, oh god, keep fucking me Daddy, your cock feels sooo goood in me, yes! Yes!” Abby was twitching and shaking in Hank’s lap, mauling her tits. Hank gave one last mighty thrust into Abby’s spasming cunny before falling back, exhausted.
Al last the two were quiet on the couch, sweaty and sticky and smelling wonderfully of sex. Hank thought for a moment; jerking off and a hellion of a daughter, or great sex and good behavior? Not a tough choice.
“You win, Abby,” Hank conceded. Better to have her where he could keep an eye on her anyway. He snuggled up next to her. This might be fun after all.
THE END