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Father's Pride - Inauguration
by Edwin ©
The thing about Jacqueline, was her sweet little face and her tiny rosebud
lips…it made me so proud to know my loins were able to produce something
so bright, so vivid, and so beautiful as my daughter, Jacqueline. For
eighteen years, I had humped that behemoth in my bed I called my wife.
As long as the gin and cigarettes didn’t run out, she was compliant enough
with her bleached pubes and too bright lipstick. But Jacqueline, she was
every daddy’s dream girl.
Since her birth, I have bathed and lotioned my
daughter. I know every inch of her body. Weekly, the aestheticians come
to the house in order to pluck and polish my little girl. Mrs. Marquette
supervised what was to be done during those times. Quite sensible, really.
After all, today’s world doesn’t understand the father’s right to prime
his daughter for sensuousness in order for her marriage to the proper
man to work out well for all those involved. So silly, really, the conventions
of the staid middle class.
I made the final tour of our suite, adjusting a
picture, fluffing a pillow. All was ready for our cruise. With a flourish,
our steward, Bjorn, introduced Jacqueline’s arrival. Breathtaking. She
was gowned in an ice blue gown of silk, her blue-black hair swept up in
an intricate fashion with diamond clips and sapphire pins, her ruby lips
subtlety enhanced by color, and her stormy sea-blue eyes perfectly framed
by thick lashes.
The silk clung to her delicate curves in luxuriant
waves, swirling with the sway of her hips as she strolled to me, smiling
the look of a woman who has come home. I heard the pop of the champagne
cork as I reached out to trace the outline of my daughter’s breast and
felt the first tingles in my prick as her nipple hardened under my touch.
I accepted a glass of champagne and traced the outline of her right breast,
so it wouldn’t feel left out. For all her knowing smile, I laughed as
she blushed taking the champagne from Bjorn. “Daughter, there is no need
to blush. Bjorn will not only aid us on this journey, he will procure
and assist in your education.”
This made the heavenly Jacqueline blush more, causing
me to laugh louder, but not unkindly. “Beautiful, Jacqueline. How you
have teased your Daddy for eighteen years.” I said gently, pulling her
tall frame into mine, my hand firmly on her sweet little peach. A little
moan escaped from her lips as our bodies made contact, making me smile
all the more. “A toast, Daughter Jacqueline,” I stated grandly, raising
my glass, and giving a gentle grind of my hips into her pelvis, “To your
awakening!”
“To my awakening,” she concurred, her knowing woman’s
smile forming yet again.
“The photo session wasn’t too taxing, I trust?”
I asked, holding my glass at the ready. The tall, blond, Bjorn was there
with the champagne and a tray of delicacies. I watched the struggle unfolding
on Jacqueline’s features as I savored the flavor of the Argentine chocolate
melting on my tongue.
“No, Daddy. It was very pleasant.”
“The reason I ask, Jacqueline, is the agreement
we made. Do you remember our agreement?” I asked, the timbre of my voice
stiffening. I wanted my beautiful girl to tell me the truth. It really
wouldn’t change what would happen next. I just wanted my little girl to
show me the kind of consideration I have shown her all these years.
My beautiful girl took a long, swallow of champagne
before stating quite plaintively “I do not know of what you speak, Father.”
I smiled indulgently at her as Bjorn filled her
glass yet again. “Darling, I’m talking about your sessions with Mariana
at her studio. Mmmm, don’t quarrel with me child. I know all about our
little bikini waxer’s sideline business.” Bending down to Jacqueline,
I demanded quite softly, “Does your little bikini waxing tramp actually
seem brave enough to ask the daughter of one of the richest men in the
world for a date, much less sex while she sets the timer on her tripod?
Hmmmm?”
His prick hardened as he watched her hand shake,
ever so slightly, while she put the glass down. His smile broadened as
he watched her raise her perfect chin in defiance. “You did not smell
a trap, little mouse. Darling, Jacqueline. It could have been so easy
for you. However,” I sighed, strolling to my beautiful girl, “now we must
take the hardened path. Stand, please.” I ordered.
My heart sang as she quickly stood, her chin still
raised defiantly. I stood in front of her, my hands twisted in her bodice
as I gave her a long, loving kiss, ripping the beautiful gown from her
body and tightening the hand on the back of her neck as she tried to jerk
away from me. “I hope you enjoyed Mariana’s tongue licking your pussy,
sweet baby girl.” With a nod of my head, Bjorn brought the pictures of
Mariana and Jacqueline and spread them on the low table for our collective
perusal.
I watched Jacqueline fall to her knees, sifting
through the photographs. Tears welled in her eyes as she viewed the photographs
of herself and Mariana entwined in a variety of positions, heads thrown
back, pussies slick, nipples hard. They were so beautiful, my daughter
Jacqueline and my whore, Mariana, locked together for eternity in celluloid.
I removed my jacket with Bjorn’s help, and tsked my daughter, “Enough
with the tears, my pampered little bitch. Come into the boudoir, and we
will dole out your punishment. I want us to spend the next six weeks in
harmony, learning every level of pleasure together. But first, we must
take care of reeducating you in the art of self-discipline. Come.”
“No.”
I was incensed. In three, angry strides, I was
at my daughter’s side. I grabbed her hair as close to the scalp as possible,
and drug her to the boudoir, hefting her body to the bed. The tears were
real, now, not the release of a spoiled teenager used to always getting
her way in all matters. I heard her pleas with only one ear. I did not
care. What arrogance of the youth. I slapped her face, once, to get her
attention. “It is now time for you to shut up, my little slut. Consequences
must be paid for your disrespect.” And with that, I began.
I forced her legs open with mine, and had her splayed
before me. It was time to break my little girl’s spirit. It saddened me,
but it had to be done in order to ensure her life would not be squandered.
“Across the world, women are sold into sexual slavery, “ I said, slapping
her tits with my hand, “These women and girls would give anything to be
the richest little girl in the world and do anything their Daddy asks
of them,” I told her gently before slapping her tits one, two, three more
times, with as much force as my daily squash games and boxing bouts had
instilled in me. Listening to her moan as I rolled her over onto her stomach,
I felt myself begin to harden with a vengeance. “Now, my little bitch,
it’s time to begin your reeducation in earnest.”
I began to spank her ass, oblivious of her cries.
I watched her ass turn from white to pink to the darkest red. I accepted
the paddle Bjorn brought me and felt my ire rise as I witnessed Jacqueline’s
hands pumping her pussy. “Slut!” I cried, actual tears of rage welling
behind my eyes. Bjorn, secure her hands. Bjorn went to the head of the
bed and pulled each hand away from her pussy, holding them clamped in
his mammoth hands. I began to beat her ass with a viciousness I hadn’t
felt since I first bedded the little Asiatic girl my father brought home
for me so many years ago.
I opened the fly to my trousers and plunged my
prick into her tight hole, listening to her screams, feeling the tearing;
and, more, feeling a sense of accomplishment well inside of me. With my
knees pressed firmly against the bed frame, I picked Jacqueline up from
the other end, ramming her ass again and again against my throbbing cock.
I ignored her pleas, slamming her hips against my cock until she finally
passed out from the pain, causing me to shoot long and hard into her bowels,
before tossing my end of her body back to the bed. “Clean the slut up
and change the linens while I bathe, Bjorn.” I said, heading for the marble
tile bath. When I emerged from the bath, I was gratified to see my little
love sitting up in bed, in the sheerest, white negligee, her face only
slightly puffy.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Princess,” I cajoled, sitting on the side of the
bed, my fingers gently twisting first the left nipple, and then the right
nipple into puckered hardness. I watched my sweet Jacqueline capture her
bottom lip in her teeth, and kissed her gently my lips seeking hers in
a long, slow kiss, my hand gently grasping the back of her neck. Looking
deeply into her eyes, I quietly demanded, “Are you ready to have the wedding
night every daughter should experience with her own sweet daddy?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I untied the negligee, and slid it from my beautiful
daughter’s body. Her milk white skin boasted the darkest, reddest nipples
I had ever seen on a white woman. I kissed my way down my daughter’s neck,
pinning her pelvis down with my legs as she tried to arch to meet my body.
Her pussy needed some lessons in patience. I took one of her nipples into
my mouth, flicking it furiously with my tongue, listening to her moan,
feeling her body attempting to thrash. I switched my attention to her
other breast, flicking it with my tongue, before sucking it for all I
was worth.
I am oblivious to my daughter’s screams as I try
to suck milk from her breast. I viciously begin to pinch and twist the
other nipple, and listen to her screaming. My mouth and hands switch positions,
and my daughter shrieks in protest as my assault begins anew. I love this
new generation of cunts that honestly believe because we men gave them
the right to vote, we are a bunch of apes walking around planet Earth
looking only to please their little pussies. I pull my daughter’s hands
above her head and stop my ministrations with my mouth. I slap her tits
and her face until she is finally quiet. “Did you really believe me to
be that damned stupid?” I asked incredulously, forcing three fingers into
her mouth, making her arch her neck. “Did you think, I would take one
look at your sweet little body and completely forget YOU DEFILED MY FAMILY
NAME!” My beautiful daughter manages not to turn on the water works this
time.
“Now,” I say, pinning her shoulders with my knees,
“you are going to suck this cock. It’s the one really useful thing for
a woman’s mouth.” With that, I lowered myself into her mouth and throat.
When she began to gag, I arched her neck, until she had all of me. I told
her she was Daddy’s good girl, before I began to pound her face with my
prick, my balls slapping themselves against her chin.
ithin minutes, I had shot a load down my little
girl’s throat and was proud she didn’t loose a drop. My baby was sore;
but, worse, she was completely frustrated. I began to stroke her hair.
“Now, my beautiful, baby girl, are you ready to make love with your Daddy?”
I ask my daughter softly, kissing her lightly on the lips. She nodded
her head in ascent, a smile tentatively lighting up her beautiful face.
“Mmmm, daughter,” I whispered against her throat as I begin to lover her
body in fully, “you are learning the role of a good wife.”
I kissed my baby’s throat, and my baby’s chin.
I seek out her lips with my fingers a feel myself well anew as her lips
grasps my fingers and begin sucking on them, her tongue swirling my cuticles.
I pull my daughters face of the pillow and kiss her long, and slow, our
bodies beginning to meld. “Jacqueline?” I question her gently, by hands
slowly pulling through her long, black hair.
“Only you, Daddy,” my little girl says in the high,
melodious voice of her youth, “Jacqueline only loves her Daddy,” my sweet
baby says to me, her hands cradling my face as she draws me to her for
a wet, full kiss.
I am iron. I am also a man. Now, I will bring my
little girl to the dizzying heights of pleasure as only the man who loves
her more than anything in the whole world is able to do. I kiss and massage
her breasts, feeling my daughter’s hands wrapped in my hair. I continue
to massage her breasts as I work my way down her body, swirling her belly
button with my tongue, kissing her pelvis bone from one side to the other.
I gently spread her legs with my hands and smile
as she gasps, “Daddy!” in her breathy little girl’s voice. She is exquisite,
my beautiful daughter. Her milky pussy is blushing a light pink as I gently
pull her legs open. “Oh, Daddy, I love you so much,” my little baby doll
singsongs to me as I begin licking the perfection of her pussy. No curling
black hairs spoil the perfection before me. I spread her lips with the
victory symbol of my left hand, breathing in her scent.
“Daddy, mo-ore,” she growls and me making me laugh.
I lick her inner folds with the skill of a connoisseur. As her juices
begin to flow forcefully, I plunge a finger into her pussy and move up
the bed to give her a little taste. The little minx wraps her hands around
my forearm and begins to suck on my finger with such power I have actual
fright for my skin.
“Easy, little girl,” I laugh, “we have many hours
of pleasure before us.”
“Daddy, please,” my baby begins to cry, “I need
you! I need all of you. Please!!”
I laugh at her tears and bring my attention back
to her pussy. Once again, I spread her little cunny wide open with my
fingers and begin a torment of kissing on her intimacy. I roll her engorged
clit between my thumb and my forefinger as my mouth descends on the puckered
rose bud of her anus. I once again fill my lungs with her scent as I lick
her ass, spreading her legs wider and wider as she begins to trust my
rear assault. I begin to chew on the inner lining of her ass, her cries
and screams for more making me harder and harder. Ass I chew on her ass,
I begin to wet my fingers with her hot, thick juices, plunging my fingers
into her cunt violently, one at a time, hardening each time as she screams
and arches with each thrust.
“You are so built for pleasure, my sweet,” I announce
gaily, as I plunge my thumb into her ass. I begin a rhythmic rape with
my right hand, by left hand supporting her hips as I simultaneously plunge
in and out of her ass and cunt. Faster and harder I plunge.
“Visuals, daughter,” I growled through clenched
teeth, “play with your nipples. Make your Daddy desperate to plunge himself
into your pussy.” I was so hard, and felt a surge as Jacqueline did as
she was bid without hesitation, rolling her nipples between her forefingers
and thumbs, her head tossing wildly on the pillows as she begged for release.
With only a slight difficulty, my mouth found her clit, her hips bucking
wildly beneath me.
I sucked deeply on her clit. “Da-addd-dy!!” She
cried, “Pl-pl-please!!” she demanded, her little girl’s voice wreathed
in the most intense kind of pain. “Daddy! Now!” she demanded. I flicked
her clit with her tongue, feeling her hips take on a rhythmic thrust older
than the sands of time. I sucked and flicked her clit in time with my
hand plunging into her ass and pussy. As it began to build in her, I felt
my sweet baby began to stiffen. With deliberation, I bit down on her clit,
listening to the inhuman scream as she attempted to pitch her body of
the bed, her hips thrusting like a rutting goat’s as she came, her juices
flowing like rivers down her thighs.
I stood, bracing my knees, once again, against
the foot of the bed, and plunged with the brutality of the ages into my
daughters wet and willing cunt, her scream indicating my ripping through
her maidenhead as I was too far gone in my own pleasure to notice. Again,
again, and again, I slammed her lithe body against mind, her legs wrapped
around my waist, my hands forcing her hips to hit me harder, to have me
plunge deeper into the little girl I have petted and coveted all these
years. I watched my little slut go from rolling her nipples to giving
herself an all out breast massage, her little hands trying to induce milk
from her uncultivated breasts. “Daddy, I love you!” she screamed, as her
hips began to do a wild bucking frenzy and her juices began to flow down
my legs.
“Daddy loves his baby! Daddy so loves his baby!”
I screamed, pumping the contents of all that I have been and all that
I hope to be into my sweet, loving, baby girl
By Edwin
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