Keywords: M/F anal, oral Author: W R Jenkins Title: Girl Gone Wild Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal. This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are under 18- 21 in some localities If you are underage you must leave now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation. End Sermon. Girl Gone Wild - (GoWild.txt) - It's a sequel to GoIncest- only this time the sexes are reversed and father and daughter are brought together by another Urban Legendy force. (M/F, anal, oral) It was almost more exciting waiting. Now that Dave Jessup had placed the call he would be in a state of constant and throbbing erection until the girl arrived. Then the excitement would crest as he went to the door to discover what kind of young floozy had been sent to satisfy his nasty desires. Hot didn't go near far enough to describe this forbidden interlude in a strange hotel in a different city. It wasn't just getting his cock sucked by some nubile little whore or fucking her like the slut she was. The rumor was that escort service hired co-eds from the local college, where his own daughter Denise attended. It made it worth the pricey $1,000 to think he might be fucking some girl Denise knew, maybe was even friends with. And she'd be young, a new whore. Young and tight and firm of body would make up for any lack of experience. Check that- some of these girls were kinky even beyond his experience and the ones that weren't? Well, ripping away some lingering innocence was as good as their taut young flesh. It was in every way something Dave owed himself. He'd see Denise in the morning. For now he was freshly showered and naked under the robe he had put on. His hard cock kept finding the part in the robe and poking out as he waited for his girl to show. Dave put his hands firmly on the bed on either side of himself to keep himself from grabbing the erect pole and stroking it. For that kind of money he wasn't going to make it easier for his whore. He covered himself when he got up to answer the knock on the door. His cock still made an obvious tent in his robe, but the girl should be used to that. In fact, Dave liked the idea of her seeing how potent and ready he was. He wanted to see the look in her eye when she saw that she was going to earn her money today. "Hello, I'm from...." Denise said before her eyes went wide and she gasped, "Daddy!" It was quite too much to process. Dave felt a little dizzy and all-over cold. But that passed in an instant and he was spurred into action. He was caught. But he couldn't let that become worse than it was. He grabbed his daughter's arm and roughly pulled her into the room. "So this is how you spend your free time at college?" he said accusatorily. His hard-on had held firm through the discovery of his daughter at the door, but it was fading fast as he switched roles from the lecherous old man back to father. Dave was vaguely aware of the irony of his temper, but he was working to keep the awareness as vague as he could while he tried to turn it all back on Denise. "How long have you been selling yourself as a whore? Is that why you came here? Did you have an arrangement before you enrolled?" he rolled out the accusations as fast as he could think of them. Instinctively he knew his only defense was to keep Denise on the defensive so she couldn't return the accusations. Unfortunately, his undeniable guilt made him rush and he was done with everything he could think of in a few seconds of bile. "You're the one that hired a college whore," Denise shot back when he had exhausted his arsenal. "Explain that, Daddy." She had learned well from her mother. It was clear that she was making her offensive from the same kind of guilt that Dave was feeling, but she had the advantage of long practice deflecting daddy's wrath. "Don't change the subject. How long have you been doing this? How many men have you fucked for money?" Dave tried to grab back the momentum. Denise stepped away and looked around the room. She was gathering herself for a withering reply. Dave didn't let her have the time. "Does this mean I can stop sending money?" he asked. "Have you found a way to support yourself so I don't have to live on the few measly dollars left after I pay all the bills?" "What about Mom?" Denise stopped him. "Did you ever give one thought to how she'd feel if she finds out?" 'If' she finds out. Dave didn't miss the weakness of her accusation. And the answer was so easy. "She'd probably be glad someone else was taking care of it for her. Your mother is a cold, frigid bitch," Dave said. "We haven't had anything like real sex for years." "That's probably because you keep cheating on her," Denise came back with an instant reply. That was true enough- only just. Keep was a cheap shot- at least until Dave finally realized that no amount of remorse was going to change his wife. He had strayed- once. She kept her grudge for all time. Finally he had supplemented her grudging sex perhaps once a month with other encounters- like the one he planned with the girl that turned out to be his daughter. "And now her daughter is a whore," Dave said, not particularly wounded by guilt over his wife. "I wonder how she'll take that." He meant it as a threat. He didn't give Denise the wiggle room of 'if'. He was old and crafty and she was trying to keep up a front. Her lip curled in a fierce pout, but her eyes were darting back and forth. "How are you going to tell her without telling her how you know?" Denise asked a bit desperately. "What am I afraid of? That she'll cut me off?" Dave scoffed. "No, I think this news is more important than that I might be straying again. I know she'll want to know. I know she'll want to talk to you." Dave had won that part. He knew that from the simple fact he was truthful. Both of them knew that. Denise was in far more trouble than he. But that was hardly enough. Now that he had become accustomed to the idea that his sweet little girl was a whore, another force took hold of him. It was evil; it was wrong; and precisely because of that it was hot. Denise shared her mother's full breasts and was a near copy of her looks. It was almost as if she was her mother- before she had turned cold. Dave felt his cock getting hard again. She wanted to be a whore, didn't she? She fucked and sucked other men like him for money. Why was it different for him? It was just a job to her and he had the money. Some mix of revenge on his wife and lust for his daughter eased him past the taboo. He wanted her. He knew he did. His cock was hard for her. Now all he had to do was push her past her objections. He was the dad. He'd make her. "But I don't think you should get off so easy," he said and Denise looked at him with dread. He knew how much she feared the confrontation with her mother. Now he was promising her worse. She was off-balance and he was going to take advantage. He went to the desk and came back. "Here's your money," he said, stuffing the wad of bills into her hand. "Now you're going to earn it." Denise looked dumbly at the money in her hand, very confused. She was still uncertain as she looked up. Surely, this was some kind of parent thing to make her break down and promise to never do anything like this again. She didn't know what to do and then Dave turned her look to fear as he opened his robe and showed her his hard-on poking firmly at her. "This isn't your first time, is it?" Dave asked derisively, "Suck my cock, whore." "Daddy...?" Denise whined. "You made your choice. You've got the money. Now do what you've been paid to do," Dave said mercilessly. He didn't need to blur demanding his wife service him with Denise getting her come-uppance but he did a little. It was both as his cock throbbed in anticipation of a wet mouth engulfing it. It was for her own good, he silenced his niggling conscience. He would teach her a lesson. "But Daddy... I can't," Denise pleaded. "Then give me back my money," Dave put out his hand. "Tell your employers you couldn't. Then get ready to explain to your mother." He wasn't sure which threat struck harder. He only saw her shiver at his harsh words. Slowly, she closed her hand on the bills and thrust them to the top of her purse. "And you'll never tell?" she asked. Dave knew he had to give her some assurance, but he didn't want to lose the power he was feeling. It came almost too easily to him. "When I'm done with you, I won't be able to admit it to anyone. And neither will you," Dave said meanacingly. A different look came over Denise's face as she put the money in her purse and set it down. She looked at her father with a smile that was too practiced. "Wouldn't you rather sit down while I do that?" she asked, pointing to his cock. "No." Dave said, unsure why he was arguing or what he thought she might do if he did what she asked, "Get on your knees and suck my cock." Whatever made him do it was a good impulse, Dave saw as the hard expression on Denise's face frayed at the edge. She seemed nervous again as she sank down onto her knees in front of her father. It wasn't much measured in time, but there was a hesitation that was immense measured in emotion. Then the danger point was passed and Denise's small hand came up to wrap around his shaft. Her head went forward a bit mechanically and then Dave lost interest in the minutiae as her warm, wet mouth covered the head of his cock and sucked. There he was, getting his cock sucked by his daughter, the carbon-copy of his wife. It was so wrong and that made it better. It was easy to enjoy the living lips sliding up and down his cock and even better to know it was Denise. Dave let his mind wander to thoughts of what he wanted from her. "Stop a minute," he said suddenly. "I want you naked first. I want to see what I paid all that money for." He hadn't anticipated the rebellious look on Denise's face as she scowled at him. For an instant he was afraid she was going to change her mind, but Denise only held the dagger stare for a second or two after she got to her feet. Then she crumbled and Dave knew she was his- however he wanted her, whatever he wanted her to do. "Slowly," he instructed as Denise reached for the zipper of her dress. "Make it all sexy for me." "You don't have to do this," Denise was teary now as she halted with the zipper in the small of her back, "You don't have to treat me this way. Please, Daddy..." His daughter was a whore. Dave brought to mind the guys at the office and mentally threw them on top of her. And she was too pretty- too sexy to let get away. He fought off her impassioned plea. "This is your job. At least be good at it," Dave said coldly. "I didn't make you a whore, but, by God, I'm going to show you what being a whore is all about. Now strip!" The girly underwear Denise revealed as she lowered the dress did nothing to make his cock soft, but it was the powerful snarl at her that made it jerk in front of him. Maybe what he was doing was bad, but it felt too good to stop. He wasn't going to ruin it by having second thoughts. He'd made his decision and he was going to see it through. "All of it, every bit," he said unneccesarily as Denise reached for the clasp of her bra. She was so much the same and so different at the same time. Her full breasts had a familiar sag slightly to the sides and the large coffee-colored nipples were so like her mother's. But there was also a pertness to her breasts that her mother never had and at first glance they looked a bit bigger. Dave changed his mind. There was nothing wrong about it at all. His baby was a grown woman now, a sexy, hot, primed for passion woman that fucked everyone all the time. He wanted her badly. Denise wouldn't look up at him as she stood naked in front of him. Dave felt no guilt about letting his gaze roam over her nude body. Her hips were broader than he'd guessed, but the firm athletic thighs were the ones he remembered. It wasn't his wife he saw when he followed those thighs up to their junction. There wasn't much resemblance there. Denise shaved her pubes and all he saw was hot girl slot that his cock throbbed to open and probe. "Turn around," he said. While her mother was wide with a tendancy to sag, like her breasts, to the edges, Denise had a butt that was prominent and thrust up and out like firm globes. Dave wanted every inch of this woman, this whore, his daughter. "Now I'll sit," Dave said finally after making his perusal. "Come here and suck my cock some more." If she was searching for weakness or mercy, Denise saw only lust in her father's eyes when she turned back. Testosterone raged in his veins and he was well past second thoughts- at least about fucking his child. He was having many, many thoughts about what he would like to do to her tender, young body. He let her suck his cock, but it had lost much of its special thrill in his impatience to ravage her. It had become merely another blow-job by a whore as he let his mind run through everything he might and could do to Denise. Finally he hit on just the thing. "Now I want to fuck," he announced. "You want to be on top or on the bottom?" He was going to make her fuck him. He was going to make her choose how she took his hard cock. He was going to lie back and make her do all the work. Control was the best aphrodisiac. "Lay back. I'll do it," Denise said tiredly. It was so predictable. Dave realized he knew what she'd choose even as he asked the question. He'd even known that she'd turn around and back onto his hard cock without moving him. He still sat, or lay, on the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor. Denise pushed his legs together and straddled them as she lowered herself. If it was easier for her to avoid looking at his face, that was not the case for Dave. From the instant he had seen her naked, she had become his daughter all over, every inch of her skin and every part of her body. It was no less Denise because he was watching her butt descend and then feeling her guide him into her cunt. If anything, it was more because her tight cheeks and the reddish lips swallowing his cock were parts he was less familiar with than her face. Forbidden views of her forbidden parts only made the forbidden sex more exciting. Not that Dave needed help as the tight and barely moist sheath slid down the length of his erection. Again he gripped the bed, this time not to stop masturbating, but to make his little girl move on his cock all on her own. "That's it! Fuck me now! Fuck me good!" he demanded. He didn't care what she was avoiding, what she was thinking or what turmoil she was experiencing. Perhaps that was easier without looking at her face, but all he wanted was the cunt to move and his cock to get fucked. For once it was as good as he imagined. It was great sex and unlike some hollow encounters before, there was a crackle of something more, something greater in the air around them as her butt bounced up and down his cock. "Faster, bitch! move that ass!" Dave snarled. "Daddy, please!" Denise howled. "Please what? Don't you like being called a bitch? Or do you want me to roll you over and make you my bitch? Is that it?" Dave grunted. "It's... it's just so wrong!" Denise sobbed. "Then on the bed. On your knees," Dave said sternly, pulling at her waist to turn her. "Oh Daddy! No! You can't!" Denise whined as he dragged her onto the bed and pulled her into position. If she thought calling him 'Daddy' was appealing to his better nature, she had it backwards. Dave positioned himself behind her upturned rump and jammed his cock to the hilt. Call me Daddy, he thought. I like that. That's almost as good as your tight little cunt. She had been doing all right but now Dave was more secure in knowing there would be no interruption until he had shot off inside his little girl. He slapped into her rear with gusto, driving his dick deep into her ever more wet cunt. At this rate he wasn't going to last, but what did he care? What did he want to do? Make a whore cum? "Call me Daddy," Dave gasped as his cock speared her faster and faster, "Tell me what Daddy's doing. Tell me how Daddy's cock feels." "No Daddy, you can't fuck me!" Denise said instead. "I am fucking you!" Dave thundered, "Tell me how it feels!" "You're hurting me, Daddy!" Denise cried, "Please... It's too big! You're hurting me!" As near as he was, it might have been the natural order of things, but Dave felt a surge as her pleas. Yes! He was the ravager, the big cock ripping up daughter cunt. And it was so good and he was so... The spurting began and Dave slammed harder into Denise's rear. He drove deep and paused to spurt out his joy and then pulled back to try and drive out another spasm of ejaculation with thrust after thrust. He finally stopped, pressed tight against her, his cock luxurating in the sloppy warmth deep inside her. He sighed his pleasure. "Of course your mom would want to know that you're taking precautions and that you're safe," he said after a moment, and then after a pause, added, "But I don't care because I paid and it's your problem if you don't." "How can you be like this to me, Daddy? Don't you love me any more?" Denise was really crying. "You're the one that decided to be a whore," Dave said, but his voice softened, almost involuntarily, as he went on. "I just want you to see what that means. And I don't think a lecture is going to do any good. You know better. Telling you obviously doesn't work. I think I have to show you." His words seemed to have little effect. Denise rolled into a ball, pulling his cock unwillingly from inside her. Dave wasn't going to go soft- in his resolve anyway. "So I'm going to punish you," he started again, the force returning slowly. "This certainly calls for a good spanking at least, but I'm going to make the punishment fit the crime. You're going to take it and maybe you'll learn your lesson." Dave had swung back to his earlier thoughts of her vulnerable flesh at his command. He thought he had constructed the perfect alibi for venting his lust on his child. He was just getting started. "I'm going to show you what being a whore is like," he said. "And the spanking? I might just work that in as well. You will learn your lesson one way or another." It was so easy. It was so smooth. She was so innocent. Dave dropped to the bed beside her. She would so take it the wrong way and that was perfect. "Now tell me about the others," he said. "How long have you been doing this? How many men have you fucked?" She expected the interrogation. Compared to having her cunt filled with daddy sperm after his energetic injection with the fatherly rod, it was a relief. As Dave suspected, she didn't for a second realize his interest was lustful and that he wanted the details to prime him for another fuck. "A couple of months," she said in a tiny voice. "And there haven't been many. I don't work all the time. I go to classes- I really do. Just... sometimes... I have a schedule when I'm available. If there's work then... well, you know." "No, I don't know," he kept at her, "I can't imagine my little girl as a whore. Don't pretend you're innocent. Tell me. Tell me every sordid detail about every man you've been with. How many?" She didn't get it even then. She was too shaken by his demand for her confession that she didn't hear the purient interest in his voice. She only felt his pressure to tell all and the shame of having to put it into words. "I don't know," she deflected, "I guess maybe six. I don't make a point of remembering." "What did the first one want?" Dave wasn't letting up. "He wanted sex. Why else do you call a whore?" Denise was firey in reply but Dave saw how feeble her outburst was. "Did you suck his cock? Did he fuck you? How many times? What positions? Did he put it in your ass?" Dave was unrelenting. "Okay, I do remember that guy because he was my first, but the others, they run together, okay?" Denise was still stubborn, but also vulnerable. "He was like you," she tried to scowl at him. "He wanted me to suck it a while and then we fucked." Dave just kept staring at her to prompt more. "Missonary- regular, whatever," Denise said grudgingly, "Then he wanted to watch me play with myself. After a while he climbed on again and we fucked for a long time." Denise looked at Dave defiantly as she filled in details. "Him on top, rolled me on top and then finished up from the rear just like you did," she said. "He had me suck his limp cock and that was it." "He didn't fuck you in the ass? For $1,000 he didn't even fuck your ass?" Dave asked. He had seen her reaction the first time, but he wanted to drive it home to see her reaction this time. It was the same. She was frightened and repelled by the idea. It seemed his little girl did have something virgin to offer good old Dad. "No. Two fucks was all he wanted. I don't think he had any more in him. He was old- like you," Denise teetered on the brink of rebellion again. "What did the others want?" Dave was determined to crush her defensive offense. "I told you, it all runs together," Denise balked. "Then don't list them. Hit the highlights. What kind of things have you done while you've been a dirty little whore?" Dave kept on her. "Or are you too proud of what you've been doing? Maybe some of your friends from home would like to buy an hour of your time? Is that what you're thinking? Or are you sorry?" The threats were flying heavy and thick, but Denise was not hearing them all. All she knew was that he was serious and that she would have to give in. She always had to when he was serious and not going to be distracted. "That's pretty much it," she said. "Guys like to get their dicks sucked. Maybe somebody did 'spoons' but mostly guy on top, woman on top, doggy. And I have had requests to dance sexy like you wanted." "And how did you feel afterwards?" Dave asked. "Happy? Sexy? Dirty? Ashamed?" "Nothing," Denise said, growing callous again. "I felt like I had made a lot of money. I didn't think about it. What's the big deal? It's all guys want anyway. So I make a few bucks." "What do you think your mother'd say if you told her that? Female empowerment?" Dave wanted to yank her back on track. "You think she'd pat you on the head and say: go fuck 'em?" "Well, she's a frigid bitch-- according to you," Denise snorted. "Maybe she doesn't have a good perspective on sexual liberation." They were treading a delicate balance. Dave could feel that. At the moment, Denise had ammunition too. He had fucked her and lost the moral high ground. But there was no question who was going to come out on top. She was 18, after all. He could bluff her in his sleep. "Well, according to you, guys like entertainment in between," Dave took up the offensive. "And I've paid my money. Only I don't want you to play with yourself. I want you to play with me." He rolled on his back and put his hands behind his head. Denise was left laying on her side, where she recently faced him, looking instead at his limp cock laying on his thigh. It was sticky and shriveled and she took a long look before moving. Yes, baby, that's the Daddy penis and the sperm in your cunt is the same stuff that made you, Dave thought as he waited. Now get over it- or over it enough to put your hand on it and jack me off. You can be as awe-struck as you want, just touch it. Then you can suck it some more. It was a relief when her fingers stroked up and down the wrinkled skin. Not because he'd won- because he knew he would. It was relief because she was occupied now and he could stop framing his manipulation and lay back and enjoy. Her fingers felt like crawly insects moving over his cock. It felt good and he knew it would feel good for some time before the urge to rise came over his cock. Yes, baby, play with daddy prick. All girls want it. And if they had hot daughters like you, all daddies would want to fuck them. Dave was back to appreciating the carnal excess of this liason without worry. He'd popped the cap on this one anyway. It wasn't any more evil to do it again- in fact, it was guilt-free because he'd used it all up pounding into Denise the first time. Everything else was gravy. "Now suck it into your mouth," he said when he felt the urge, "Suck it all inside your mouth and make it get hard. Then you can lick Daddy's balls." He felt a twitch as he said that, an unexpected charge from the very idea of Denise sucking him off. He wasn't sure what was different this time unless it was his complete acceptance of the situation. In any case, he was enjoying himself. That seemed like enough. Denise did as she was told. There was a further tremor of delight as her mouth closed over his cock. His belly was sticky and his pubic hair matted with the cum and the juices that had been on his cock. Now all those leavings from fucking Denise were in her mouth and she was tasting him and herself merged on his cock. She did it without complaint. She was a dirty girl. That was another hot spot for Dave. Yeah, she was his daughter and that was hot. And she was a kid and that was hot too. Now she was all that and the money-taking whore dirty slut that he expected when he called the escort agency. It would have been too much if he wasn't trying to revive from their first fuck. As it was, it made him think nasty thoughts about what he could do to her. He was beyond all rules now. Hell, he had fucked his daughter. He didn't have to have any more regard for her than the whore he hired. She 'was' the whore he hired. Leather garments, rope, whipping, all danced in his head, but only as enducements. He wasn't into that stuff. He just wanted his cock to feel good and then shoot off loads of the white pleasure stream. It was feeling pretty good now. All his lacivious thoughts were making the blood rush to his cock and he could feel it begin to prod against the inside of Denise's mouth. He would be hard in no time and then he could do whatever he wanted. Only what he wanted was more. Yeah, her cunt had been nice- tight and warm, and after a while wet, but the thrill was fucking his daughter and he'd done that. Her mouth felt very good on his cock. He looked down to watch Denise bob on his prick. That was some sight to see. That was a dirty girl right there. "Don't forget Daddy's balls," he reminded her. She was into it or over it or in that place she went when she was the whore, he decided as she took his cock out of her mouth and went down to run her tongue over his balls without comment or protest. It was even more tingly to feel her wet tongue lave his sac when he could see her face down past his erect cock. "That's it. That's a good girl," he praised as he decided what he wanted. "Now come up and suck Daddy's cock until it shoots off in your mouth." Her mother wouldn't. If he unexpectedly went off she would scold him in between spitting out his cum. Tonight he was going to shoot off in his daughter's mouth and she was going to swallow it like her mother never would. He almost wished he was spouting then- almost. "You're going to drink it. You're going to swallow every drop," he panted at her as she sucked up and down on his dick. "Suck it out and swallow it. Drain every drop with that greedy mouth!" He wasn't thinking that she was far too good at this to have only half a dozen clients. He was too wrapped up in his own lacivious instructions and the wonderful feel of her swooping deep down his cock from time to time. He felt like he was going to cum every time she took so much and then she retreated to suck the head and build him up before trying to take him whole again. Dave was babbling and lost in the feel of her demanding mouth by the time he felt his balls tighten and tickle. "Suck hard, baby. Suck hard. I'm going to cum!" he groaned as he snapped back to that time and place. It was fucking Denise! He was going to blow his load in her teenage face! He was going to... And then he watched her head jerk as the first jet shot from his cock. It was only an instant's reaction and she was back to sucking up and down. Dave arched from the bed as he willed himself to squirt again and again and again, more and more into the gargling gasping sounds of his daughter trying to swallow his load. He felt like he was still cumming even though he knew the spasms had stopped as Denise kept on long after. It seemed like he was going to keep cumming as long as she kept sucking. He collapsed like a wet rag when she finally stopped. "Is that what you wanted, Daddy? Is that what you always wanted- to cum in my mouth?" Denise asked with an edge of scorn. "It was just what I wanted," Dave said, ignoring her scorn. "I'm glad you're such a great cocksucker. That was really great." "What would..." Denise started, but Dave knew what she was going to say and interrupted her. "Your mother would vomit at the thought of having sperm in her mouth," he said quickly. "I know for sure she wouldn't be proud of you like I am." Their eyes met and he thought he saw her flinch. It might be rough on her, he thought. Just because he'd gotten past the whole father-daughter thing didn't mean she had. But he fancied he also saw some pity for him linked to his revelation that her mother didn't like sucking cock much. Maybe, just maybe, she had come over to his side, at least a step. "So have you punished me enough?" she said in a light tone, "Can I go after I gargle?" "No, bitch!" Dave said to her look of shock. "I paid way too much to let you off easy. I want $1,000 worth of your ass. I'm not so old that I can't fuck you again." "I wish you'd stop calling me 'bitch'," Denise complained. "I'll try," Dave said, "but you have to keep calling me 'Daddy'. I like that. It gets me hot." Denise gave him a look like he had tried to be cool and missed. It was very familiar and for a moment it was like old times and he hadn't fucked her and just cum in her mouth. He smiled back in the same familiar way. "Tell you what, kitten. You wash up and we'll relax for a while, okay?" he said so innocently. His lust armor lowered by the second emptying of his balls, Dave had misgivings as he watched her pert behind walk to the bathroom. She was his daughter. No matter how much he wanted it, it wasn't right to fuck your kids. But before he could get weepy about what a monster he had been, another voice from inside himself began reminding him. So what if it's Daddy dick? it said. If she got another call, she'd have some other old fart's cock in her, rutting around right now. So what if it's yours? She'll fuck anyone. You might as well be the one that gets it. Who better? At least you've done a lot more for her than some other guy that gave her a grand- and you gave her a grand. What does she expect if she takes that kind of money- even from you? Dave's mind immediately flew to what she didn't expect- to what he was going to give her. Whoring around? What kind of thing was that? She didn't know what she was getting into. Dave's mind was a confused and convoluted mass of impulses. He knew what he wanted. It was only unclear how much Denise was substituting for her mom. And how his tender feelings spilled over into the rage to punish her for making such a stupid decision. And how much his lust was making him make excuses for his desires. He knew it was wrong, but it was wrong when he fucked her and when he shot off in her mouth. Where was the point of no return if he hadn't already passed it? Dave shook off his confusion. There was only one thing to focus on. He needed a hard-on. The questions and the doubts could wait until it was too late. He wanted to fuck Denise again. He was calm and cool and showing no signs of conflict when Denise returned from the bathroom. For all the misgivings, he knew what he was going to do and that he was going to do it in spite of anything. "Why don't you lie down," he said to his naked daughter. Not knowing his intention, Denise sat on the bed and slid back so she could lay on her back in the middle. Like some submissive mannequin, she lay with her legs slightly apart and her hands on the bed by her sides. "No, roll over and get comfortable," Dave instructed. "I'm going to give you a back rub." She moved gingerly, suspiciously as she turned on her belly. It would seem so innocent except that she had had sex with her father twice already and he had told her he wasn't done. She relaxed into the covers as Dave ran his fingers down her spine. He was really touching her gently and she began to believe that he meant to comfort her. That was his starting point. She was his child. He stroked her lovingly from neck to sacrum, daintily avoiding her buttocks at the beginning. As he felt her muscles go buttery soft under his touch and her caution relax he let his hands linger on the firm mounds, but still with a comforting touch. He turned up the pressure, but still without lacivious lingering, as he worked muscles and firmly mauled Denise's young body. Then his fingers went soft again, tickling as they drew all along her naked skin. He began to touch her from the nape of her neck to her toes. He had to do something to rouse his ardor. He didn't want to watch his daughter play with herself, although watching her dance had a certain attraction to him. Touching her, however, was better suited for its slow kindle of his lust. And it could very well have the same affect on Denise. Dave lingered on the curve of calf and kept the same slow advance as he moved his fingers up the insides of her thighs. His touch hopped up before they found the meeting of her thighs to stroke the full curves of her buttocks. He was feeling his pulse pick up as he touched the primal parts. He was touching her to arouse himself now, although his touch was little different. He swept quickly up over her back and back down to cup the cheeks of her ass. He began to massage them, one buttock in each hand. He moved them apart and pressed them together. He pressed them up and pulled them down. Denise began to shift. Now she could feel the change in his touch, in the intent of that touch. Somehow it felt even more creepy than what they had already done. "Why are you playing with my butt like that?" she asked boldly. "Because it gets me hot," Dave answered. "And I want to fuck you again so I need to get hot." "Well, it's creepy," Denise protested. "And why do you think that is?" Dave asked impishly. He could feel his cock. It was a limp thing hanging, but he knew the awareness was the precursor of change. He knew what was coming and Denise didn't. The secret was very sexy. "Well, jeeze, you're playing with my butt," Denise said. "Doesn't that give you good feelings?" Dave led her on. "Well, okay, maybe, but it's my 'butt'!" Denise said. "Don't worry, I'll change your mind about that," Dave said. He could feel her stiffen and he gripped her rear tighter in response. This was the fun part where he told her the secret. His cock was making remarkable progress as he contemplated her reaction. "I'm going to hold your butt open and fuck your asshole when my dick gets hard enough," he announced. "I'm not paying $1,000 and not fucking you in the ass." "Daddy, come on," Denise pleaded, "don't be so gross. I don't think I'd like that." If his goal wasn't so important, Dave might have been ashamed at how much his cock twitched at her offense. Forcing her was not a noble action, but its contemplation was making his cock rise. "I said I'm not paying $1,000 and not fucking you in the ass." Dave repeated. "You took the money. I paid for whatever I want. I want to fuck you in the ass." "You can't be serious," Denise hissed, trying to turn over but held tight in his grip, "It'll hurt. You can't want that from me." "Let it be a lesson," Dave said, his mouth suddenly dry, "That's what happens to whores. I can't believe I'm the first 'John' that wanted it. But I know it's going to be special if you're a virgin back there." He had anticipated her protest and it was like a heady spice to him as he planned his attack. It was teaching her a lesson, he vainly threw at his doubts. He was beyond doubt now anyway. She was trapped and had to take it. Whether she deserved it or not, he was certain she didn't deserve him to change his mind and spare her. "No, Daddy, please," she reverted to child-like pleading. "Yes, my little whore, yes," he mocked. "Who knows? You might like it." There was no reason to loiter now that he had told her the secret. Dave let his thumbs stray into the crack of her ass and swipe across her anus. Denise jerked at every touch. She was going to wear herself out at that rate, Dave observed. His cock was rising, but it was far from inflated, let alone risen and ready. She was going to endure a long session of his toying with her asshole before he stuck his cock in it. "Do you do this with Mom?" Denise tried a flank attack. "Your mother doesn't suck cock right," Dave reminded her. "Don't set your sights as low as she has. And it doesn't matter what you say. I paid for assfucking and I'm going to get some assfucking. If you try to make it easier, it will be." He was toying with her like his thumbs toyed with her anus. There was time for all the instruction needed. He'd let her worry as they waited for his cock to be ready to spear her ass for the first time. "What about lubrication? You've got to use a lot of lubrication," Denise said in a quavery voice as his thumb circled the round muscle of her asshole. "You seem to know a lot about it. Did they teach you that in whore school?" Dave teased. "No," she said sharply, "But girls, you know, talk about that kind of stuff." "So you're interested enough to have discussions about it?" Dave pounced on the admission. "We talk about all sorts of gross stuff," Denise downplayed. It did seem she was more nervous than afraid. After her initial attempts to disuade him, Denise had seemed to accept her fate with less argument than you'd expect if she was truely terrified. Dave took it that she was hinting- not just about lube- but that she might be curious, interested in how it felt. "Well, if you're so interested, I'll go get my tube of lube," Dave said. "Would you like to suck my dick so I can fuck your ass sooner?" "I should have known you'd be prepared," Denise said dismissively. She had unwittingly walked into that one. "I went out and got this," Dave said, showing her the lube, "When I heard how much you whores charge. Tight butt is the only thing that makes those fees anywhere near reasonable." He had gotten to pound on his point once again. It made him feel vindicated for what he was about to do. And either the vindication or the refreshed memory of his plans made his dick sway ominously. Little girl butt, tight virgin butt, cute little virgin tight girl butt, he repeated in his head to see if he could hurry his stiffness even more. "So, you want to suck me so we can get to it?" he asked as he knelt beside her body and put a fingerful of lube on the crack of her ass. "Well, if I'm just a whore, I guess I have to do what you tell me," she said. "You want me to suck your dick?" "No, I'm going to take my time," Dave pulled back. It wasn't about that anymore. As he massaged lube into her anus he felt the surge. He would be hard and eager before he had loosened her up anyway. And he wanted to stretch out the anticipation to see how Denise took it. "That's gross! Stop! Don't do that!" Denise wiggled and protested loudly when he pushed his finger in her ass. "You just want the cock? You all right with the first thing being my cock without any warning at all?" Dave asked her. "Did my little girl turn into a pain-slut at college?" "It feels weird," Denise said in a pained voice. "I don't like it. I think that's why I never wanted to do it." "Whores don't get what they want unless all they want is money. Whores get what the men want," Dave banged his theme again. "And trust me, you'll be glad there was a finger in there when I put my cock in." "You're not going to do it like that, are you?" Denise asked mysteriously in a halting voice. "Do it like what?" Dave asked, completely de-railed by her change of subject. "Put it all the way in," she said with a mix of awe and fear. "Don't worry, honey, I'll only put it in a little? Is that what I'm supposed to say?" Dave asked. "I'm not a lying teenager trying to talk you into something. I'm the guy that bought you and the price includes your ass." "But you're not," Denise whined, "You're my daddy. Csn't you be nice to me?" For a moment Dave faltered. He wondered if she could feel the pause in his finger invading her anus. He was her daddy and this was pretty sick. "Why can't you put it in just a little? And then I'll do anything you want," she quickly jumped on his hesitation. It was one of the most wonderful things she'd ever done for him. It reminded him how easily she played on his affection to get what she wanted. Giving in to that had led her to this place, he reasoned. He was going to use tough love; he jumped to that excuse with relief. "How about I put it in just a little and then put it in all the way?" he asked. "That's what I want." He had predicted it, but it still came as something of a shock when he felt his hard-on tug against gravity. Despite the ups and downs of his emotional state, his cock had been steadily swelling with eagerness to bury itself in his daughter. That meant it was natural on a deeper level than it was wrong, Dave told himself. If it was a horrible, non-human thing he wouldn't have that reaction. But it was like he had told himself. It was natural- just forbidden by custom and law. "Daddy! No!" Denise said in her mother's voice as he began to slip a second finger into her ass beside the first. "It's wrong! Bad! It hurts!" He thought it was interesting that hurt was third to wrong and bad. But this wasn't even something of contention. "Relax!" he scolded her, "Stop jumping and relax. This is the way it's done. If you'll calm down it will be easier on you." "It's not easy!" she argued. "And you're not trying," he responded, "Get a hold of yourself and relax. Clamping down only makes it worse. You try that when I put my dick in your ass and you really will get hurt." His cock was twitching now. He could fuck her right then if he wasn't going to fuck her ass. He didn't feel as bad being aroused by her unwillingness this time. He was too taken by the thought of her ass clamping down as he drove into it. "Now you can suck me," he said, partly to distract her, although it was a small part and the larger part was a rush to fuck her. He was a bit put off by how willing she was. Not by the repeat of her warm mouth moving up and down his cock. That was all good. But by what that said about her. The things he told himself to fuck her were obviously true. His little girl sucked off strangers and fucked them with no more emotion than his when he bought a paper. Then she'll get it, he told himself, again circling pointlessly between his desire and his better judgement. His hard cock was the only force driving him relentlessly on, the deciding factor, the one thing that kept him moving toward his goal in spite of his quibbles. "You can do it yourself," he offered as her head bobbed up and down on his cock. "I can lay back and you can sit down on my cock. Only you have to do it." "Or you can get up on your knees and I'll do it for you," he said when she didn't respond. He finally put his hand on her head to stop her moving and said, "Which will it be? Because I'm ready now." It had seemed like such a simple thing, an earnest offer. As she looked up at him with hound-dog eyes, he found that the question was touching very deep emotions in both of them. He wasn't exactly asking for permission, but it would be like agreeing for her to choose the top this time. Her assuming control had been so clearly evident when she chose to fuck him that way, but now it seemed like an arcane ritual when applied to her impaling her virgin ass on his cock. And either answer, Dave found, was going to make this a night like no other, a pleasure like no other. She would swear a new kind of fealty to Daddy by fucking him herself or he would prove who was the daddy by taking her. He was breathing hard as Denise pulled away to get on her knees. "Relax. Take deep breaths. Push down like you're going to the bathroom," Dave instructed as he smeared lube on his cock and then paused with his cock pointed at the small brown target. "Oh, I'm going to like this!" he switched back to being the faceless man with a hard-on as he pressed his cock to her anus, "I can tell it's going to be tight and hot!" Her first whimper almost ruined it all for him. There was no immunizing himself against instant sympathy with that all too familiar cry of fear and pain. She was his little girl and that first slight intrusion brought all the questions flooding back. How could he do this to his own daughter? But his questioning was born of indecision and his cock had no such qualms. His mind paused, considering again the perversion of his choice, but his hips listened to the other head and surged forward. "It hurts! Please stop!" Poor Denise. Her pitiful cry jolted Daddy the wrong way. In that somewhat uncomfortable way he had discovered while disciplining her, her cry brought his lust to the surface. And you haven't felt anything yet, his blood told her and with both mind and body of accord he pushed again. "It's icky!" If he hadn't just felt the tight band of round muscle swell over his glans and close down hard behind the head of his cock, Dave might have laughed. It was a childish objection for a girl who was selling herself as a whore. Instead, he put the hand that had been guiding his cock on her hip and used the grip of both hands to hold her steady as he rocked against her. She mewled and whined as he indented and then pulled her sphincter out with the plunger of his cock head in her ass. He wouldn't have slammed to the hilt in her ass in any case, at least not with a little-used whore. He was giving her a chance. He was waiting for the inevitable surrender to go deeper. But when it seemed she was fighting it, he berated her. "Relax, dammit! I told you how. Now relax or I'll really give you something to scream about!" he snarled. Of course that had the reverse effect of frightening her asshole to clamp down. He had used the voice she remembered from punishment past and there was no help for that. Roused by the same memory, only in his case of her stubborness, Dave jerked forward. He was in the safety of determination of giving her what was coming to her as his cock sank an inch deeper into her ass. His mind cleared. He had conquered his doubt and now it was only hot asshole surrounding his cock inch by inch as he heaved against Denise. The heat again rose to emcompass him as he forced the hard stalk by the narrow way, feeling each deeper penetration as victory as well as the pure pleasure of the hot, tight grip. Denise's moans at each surge, each jerk seemed to come from the asshole he was subduing. He pushed forward until his cock was buried in her ass and his belly brushed her upraised buttocks. "It's in your ass now. How do you like that?" he crowed at his triumph. "All right! You've done it!" came Denise's pained retort. "Now take it out." "Take it out?" Dave was riding the blood-lust of victory, "Honey, that's just the beginning. I haven't even started to fuck your ass yet." It seemed she would scramble away from him, but Dave had a firm grip on her hips and she couldn't escape. In response, he pulled back and slammed all the way into her ass, past merely brushing her butt, to the deepest he could smash her cheeks and drive his cock into her. "Now you've got it all! Just like a good whore!" he taunted. Then there was need. So deep, so hot, so tight, Dave was lost to her pleas and cries as he fucked her ass. He was perhaps a bit brutal, but not intentionally so as he pulled back and fucked her with the last half of his cock. It was so good. He had no room to think of anything else. He was brought back to reason and prevented from furiously ending this pleasure too soon when Denise's anus finally did surrender. It was as if that event switched him into another gear- a smoother more measured attack on his daughter's ass. His strokes became longer into the less resistant orifice and he fucked from head to hilt in more measured tresspasses into her bowels. "No Daddy, Please Daddy, Stop Daddy," It was as if the mute had been removed from Denise's pleas. She cried out with every drive into her ass. Dave found the soundtrack pleasing. It lacked the edge of panic that might disturb him and was almost as if she was begging for more to his ears. He was at a disconnect that only heard her call him Daddy as a prod to his effort. Oh yeah, baby, take it- take it all, rang in his mind in response as his hips drove his cock into her ass. "Now you're going to get it! You're going to get it all!" his mental response broke into sound as the pleasure of fucking her ass drove him to fuck her faster, harder. She responded only with wails and whines as his cock sped its intrusions, shorter on the outstroke and quicker to drive hard into her with every passing second. Then he was pounding hard with the last inch of cock, possessing her to the extent of his ability as the blood pounded in his ears and he felt his balls tighten with impending explosion. There you go-- take it all-- You've been assfucked now!-- I'm deep in your brown-- The swirl of cries never made it to voice as Dave smashed into his daughter's butt. They were all emotion and lost in the fury of his cock wiggling and jerking in its cozy confinement in her bowels. It was going to be tremendous-- and then it was. There were snarls of triumph (oh fuck oh yeah I'm cumming) as his cock jerked and the spasms flooded her ass with cum, but they were thrown out unmindful by him and unheard by Denise. There was only the blaze of brilliant ecstasy for Dave as he filled his daughter's rectum with semen. "That's still only about $800 worth, but I think I'm done," Dave said after he had flopped on the bed beside his still kneeling child and had suffered the silence long enough. "I think you hurt something up inside me," Denise complained in a whiny voice, still not moving. "No, it just takes time for your ass to close," Dave offered no comfort. "And you've got that left-over $200 to take care of it if there's something wrong." "How could you do that?" she turned on him. "It's easy. Want me to show you again?" Dave was hardened by her tone and perhaps a bit guilty. Her silence seemed to rebuke him harder than words. After a silent moment he stiffened and gave her the other answer, the one he used for himself. "You're the whore," he said. "So what would you do if it was a stranger instead of me? What would you say to some other 'John' after he reamed you a new one?" "I'd just leave," she said defiantly. "I'd take it and think he was nasty and never see him again." "Then do that," Dave said. "But you will have to see me- and your mother, so you'll have to come to terms with that." "What do you want from me?" she was tearful. "Am I supposed to stop working now? Am I supposed to promise to be a good girl and never do this again?" "That's up to you," Dave said, not meaning it, but using the parental wiles to manipulate her. "You've got a lot to think about. Make your own decision. But the next time I come visit, I'm asking for you again and if you're still a whore you better be ready for Daddy to do this all over again." ###