She {John Jabbin} {Inc Father/daughter Caution}
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She saw the door open. The light flooded into her 
bedroom briefly. It was late at night. Mother would be 
asleep by now. It was time for Daddy's visit.

He had been coming to her room ever since she could 
remember. Her first memories of Daddy were memories of 
his tongue. Daddy's tongue could make her feel so many 
things. There had been a tenderness about it back 
then. He loved her. It was obvious in the way he used 
his tongue on his little girl.

As she got older, it was mostly Daddy's fingers. His 
fingers could be as gentle as his tongue or they could 
be very cruel. At first they were only gentle. As she 
got older, she began to fear Daddy's fingers. Then she 
began to anticipate the cruelty of those fingers. 
Sometimes she would miss it if he only did gentle 
things. She began to like the fear, the uncertainty.

There were never bruises, never lasting damage. Daddy 
never struck out in anger. Everything that happened 
was very controlled. The fear was not the fear of the 
unanticipated. 

Steps echoed in the darkness. There was the rustling 
of clothes. She knew what to expect. There was a 
ritual to Daddy's visits. Everything happened in a 
certain order, with a certain pace. Daddy controlled 
her from the moment he opened the door. She lived for 
his control, his approval.

First came the kiss.

Along her face came feather touches, fingers finding 
her in the darkness. Then the insistent hand on the 
back of her neck, raising her up. Her lips parted 
expectantly. Then there was the full contact of 
Daddy's lips on hers, possessing her, taking control.

There was a time when Daddy's lips were so big 
compared to hers. At that time, his tongue could 
barely enter her mouth. 

Not anymore. Now Daddy's tongue entered her mouth 
commandingly, familiarly. Her own smaller tongue 
leaped to meet him, to welcome him in. She caressed 
him intimately within the space of her mouth, trying 
to entice him to stay, to linger. But Daddy never did. 
He always knew what he wanted. Only rarely did his 
pace vary.

Fingers against the back of her head drew her forward. 
She opened her mouth to accept him. His penis was 
already hard. It's always hard. Every time he let her 
see or touch it, it was thick and erect. The head of 
his penis rubbed her lips. It was soft and hot. She 
longed to reach out and lavish it with her tongue, but 
this was not allowed. She must wait for what she 
loved. Daddy's hardest lesson was patience.

Finally, when she was trembling in need, Daddy pressed 
his penis between her eager lips. She felt the head 
enter her waiting lips. Now she could taste it with 
her tongue. Now she could lavish the head, swirling 
her tongue around, searching desperately for every 
flavor, every taste.

When she was six, Daddy grew tired of licking her 
pussy and rubbing himself at the foot of the bed. One 
day he pulled her face toward his crotch and told her 
to open her mouth. Daddy's hand pumped his penis 
slowly and in moments she received the first warm 
taste of his semen. It had startled her and she didn't 
like the taste. Within weeks she was craving it. 
Before long, she needed the sticky taste of him in her 
mouth or she couldn't fall asleep. When Daddy was 
away, she would whimper at night, missing him -- 
missing the flavor of his semen in her mouth.

Mother would get mad on those nights, with her pouting 
when Daddy wasn't near. Mother hated that she missed 
him. She never understood why Mother was never eager 
to please Daddy. Mother was always cruel to her when 
Daddy was not around. She was never too cruel, though. 
She was Daddy's girl and even when he was gone, Mother 
still feared him.

Fingers tapped the hinge of her jaw and she opened 
wider to accept his penis deep in her mouth. When she 
was eight, Daddy had begun to use her mouth fully. It 
was very hard for an eight-year-old to take Daddy's 
full cock into her mouth, but over time she had 
learned to do it. Now it slid into her throat easily. 
She was proud of the fact she could take him 
completely. For a while, Daddy had been proud of her 
as well, but that was long ago.

With Daddy deep inside her mouth, she had to breathe 
through her nose. Her nose pressed into his pubic 
hair, her forehead against his hard stomach. The smell 
of him filled her lungs. It was like taking him 
deeper. He was in her chest, filling her lungs, and 
entering her bloodstream. One day she wanted to have 
Daddy's baby, to feel a part of him growing inside her 
womb. Until that day, the scent of him filling her 
lungs was as close as she would come.

For a moment, she wished it would end like this. It 
was sacrilegious, she knew. It was scandalous to even 
think that she would decide, but often she wished that 
Daddy still spurted his seed into her mouth and 
throat. She still received a small taste every time as 
she cleaned him before he left, but it was never 
enough to satisfy the craving of the little girl that 
lived in her belly -- the little girl that could only 
be satisfied with Daddy's yummy cum in her tummy.

Even now, sometimes late at night, she found herself 
whimpering when there was not enough of the taste of 
his cum in her mouth when he was done.

As Daddy drew his penis from her mouth, her tongue and 
lips clung to it, trying to coax it to stay. But 
Daddy's penis couldn't be seduced. It was always in 
control.

When the head had cleared her lips, she scrambled 
around to quickly lie on her back, her knees pressed 
up around her chest. Her fingers spread the lips of 
her vulva like a flower hidden in the dark. The bed 
bounced with his weight and soon she felt the head of 
his penis press against her vagina. She held her 
breath, hoping he will be gentle this time and knowing 
that he wouldn't be. Truth be told, if he were ever 
gentle, she would probably be disappointed. Daddy had 
not been gentle since she was eleven years old and he 
had first begun to enter her with his penis.

At first he was tender and loving. That was always 
Daddy's way with each new step. But there had been so 
many steps at this point that she knew that eventually 
Daddy would stop being gentle. At every step there 
came a point when Daddy just took what he wanted, 
firmly and forcefully. It had always been his way. She 
didn't know any other and wouldn't feel loved and 
cared for by anyone else.

It took her by surprise, Daddy's quick hard thrust. 
Even knowing it was coming didn't help. Daddy's cock 
filled her so completely, so suddenly, that it was 
always a shock. From anxious emptiness to immediate 
distention. He bounced off of her with a grunt. His 
arms snaked under her back, gripped her shoulders and 
pulled down on them for leverage to thrust harder.

As Daddy's cock pistoned in and out of her cunt, his 
checks brushed across her face. She wasn't allowed to 
kiss him. If she kissed him, she usually could cum as 
he fucked into her hard like this. It wasn't as though 
Daddy didn't want her to cum. He had never cared one 
way or another about that. But when she was thirteen, 
for some inexplicable reason, he quit kissing her as 
he fucked her.

Now his cheek brushed across her own as he worked 
himself into her wet cunt and the bristles on his 
cheek scratched her. She welcomed the rough sensation. 
When he left her bed, it would be another memory her 
body would have of his visit. She wanted every portion 
of her body to be branded by him, to be permanently 
scarred by his presence.

Her vagina wanted his cum. It pushed her hips up to 
meet his every thrust, hoping he would reward the 
effort. Occasionally, even now, she would be bathed in 
his life-giving essence. If she were wet enough and 
hot enough, if her hips moved the right way against 
him, occasionally he would still cum inside her pussy. 
She slept well on those nights, knowing she had 
satisfied her Daddy.

But Daddy had quit cuming in her cunt regularly when 
she was fifteen. That had been the year he had first 
turned her over and lovingly prepared her bottom to be 
fucked. It had been a gentle thing, a tender thing, 
and she had felt so loved. Even when she knew that it 
would only be this way a short time, the first time 
Daddy had pressed his tongue into her anus and licked 
her, it had been pure joy. She had cum every time. 
Even while she were cuming Daddy insisted that she 
stay very still and let him keep licking.

Tonight, as he had for a long time now, Daddy simply 
turned her over and thrust himself into her ass 
quickly, firmly. She used the lubricant every night to 
prepare herself before his visits. Even if she didn't, 
he didn't care. Daddy would enter her and fuck her 
hard whether she was greased or dry. The lubricant was 
for her pleasure, not his. Her ass was trained to open 
and stretch to accept him either way.

Her heart beat faster, knowing he was close to cuming. 
She could feel him as he pushed harder and deeper into 
her rectum. His gruntings filled her room, filled her 
ears with music. His hands gripped her hips and pulled 
her back forcefully against him with every thrust. He 
was pumping her roughly, filling her full. On every 
thrust she went deeper into the pillow, being pushed 
down, being filled. 

Her finger snaked underneath and rubbed her clitoris. 
Daddy didn't care. She could play with herself anytime 
she could reach it. He was finished with her cunt for 
the night. It didn't matter to him, so she did it for 
her own comfort and pleasure. Her pussy dreamed that 
Daddy was still fucking it like it always did when he 
was near. Her pussy fucked her finger just like it had 
fucked Daddy.

She also stuck a thumb in her mouth. In her mind, the 
thumb became Daddy's penis. She sucked it and licked 
the nail as she had the head of his cock. She couldn't 
decide whether to hold it deep and suck it or whether 
to thrust it in and out of her mouth at the same 
rhythm of Daddy's penis. 

As Daddy grunted and shot his seed inside her body, 
her own finger found a special spot and pleasure 
flooded her body. It was a happy coincidence. The 
waves of pleasure washed through her, even as Daddy 
continued to hump into her ass, the initial jet of his 
semen oozing to a stop. Daddy continued to thrust into 
her, only now it was slow and gentle. He enjoyed 
having her ass greased up with his cum.

As she rested, she thought about the happy 
coincidence. It had happened frequently lately. Daddy 
didn't care when or if she had an orgasm. He had never 
trained her one way or the other about that. But her 
body cared. For some inexplicable reason her body 
wanted to cum at the same time as Daddy. For some 
reason, Daddy's cum shooting off inside her was 
triggering her own orgasm. It was most unusual. Daddy 
had never explained it.

Eventually he withdrew from her bottom. Daddy 
stretched, and ran his hands along her back and bottom 
lightly, lovingly. It felt good for him to touch her 
like this. She lived for his spontaneous caresses. 
They happened so rarely. A deep shiver of pleasure 
rushed through her and she almost came again, even 
though it was such a brief caress.

Feeling Daddy rise off the bed, she prepared herself. 
Like a dutiful daughter, she was ready when he thrust 
his cock between her lips. He didn't press it deep 
enough to satisfy her, only just enough for her to 
know she was permitted to use her tongue on him. 

As she began to lovingly bathe him with her tongue, 
she tasted the full flavor of their time together. She 
tasted her Daddy's sticky semen first. It was the best 
taste, the one she craved. Then she tasted the rich, 
bitter taste of her own anus. It was never a taste 
that she dwelled on. Her mind had learned to register 
it and then pass along to other things. Her tongue 
searched deep in his pubic hair and on his testicles 
and finally she found the other taste. It was the 
taste of her own creamy discharge. She had never told 
Daddy how much she enjoyed this taste. He had never 
asked or seemed concerned with it.

He backed away as suddenly as he always did. Her mouth 
and tongue missed him already. Her pussy still ached 
with the need of him. There was a rustle as he 
gathered up his clothes. She waited patiently on hands 
and knees on her bed. Waited. Waited.

He patted her head lovingly. Another wave of shear 
pleasure flooded her body -- this one anticipated and 
hoped for. It was better than her cum. She had her 
Daddy's love and affection. She could tell just from 
the way he stroked and patted her hair. This was why 
she would always be Daddy's girl. No other man could 
touch her like this, could make her feel such 
pleasure.

"Go to sleep, girl. Now that you have your degree, you 
start working at Daddy's company tomorrow as his 
personal assistant. I have something special planned 
for you at the office. Go to sleep now. Tomorrow is a 
big day."