Daddy fucks me to teach me a lesson, “And where the hell do you think you are going young lady?” Asked daddy as I headed to the front door.” No daughter of mine goes out on a Friday night dressed like a Puerto Rican whore!”
“Well excuse my ignorance daddy, if I don’t know what a Puerto Rican whore dresses like. I will have to defer to your expertise on that one.”
“Are you getting smart with me girl?”
It was not the first time that daddy and I had had such exchanges. Especially now that I had got into the while goth thing.
I had gotten tattoos on my chest, which daddy was not happy about, and now my attire for the weekend consisted of a black bra-I liked to show off my new tattoos-black skirt and complete with dark mascara and black lipstick. Yeah I probably did look like a prostitute when I came to think about it. And I did like the looks from all the guys, along with their whistles and their tongues hanging out of their mouths when they set eyes on my scantily clad form. I liked it, and I wasn’t about to let daddy put a stop to it. I actually had an idea on how to handle this. I would put a stop to his mouthing off at me once and for all.
I walked towards daddy, his face red with anger as I brought my lithe and black clad body right up to him.
“Daddy, I bet that the real reason that you don’t want me dressing like this is because it must be so difficult for you living me when I’m the only woman you have in in your life. The only time you see womanly curves up close, smell that perfume and taste it in your mouth is when you see me about to go out on a weekend. And you’d like to feel me as well wouldn’t you daddy? Feel the flesh of a real woman-your own little girl.”
“Jenny, what, what are you doing…I…”
And then I could feel it, that growing bulge of desire between his legs. Mission accomplished. I drew away from him.
“What a filthy pervert you are daddy, getting hard to your own daughter. What kind of sick fuck are you? Well now I know the real reason you don’t want me going out like this. Your own daughter gives you a hard on. Let me tell you something daddy. I will dress as a goth because it is an expression of my individuality and you will not stop me from being who I am in this world daddy. You really must be so humiliated right huh?”
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A glanced down again at the bulge between his legs, smirked and turned my back. It was time to go out and party.
But just as my hand reached for the front door, I heard the thud of quick footsteps, flowed by arms reaching around me. I was pulled right back as rough kisses assailed my neck and hands squeezed hard on my breasts.
“Oww daddy what…what the…what the hell are you doing daddy?”
“You fucking cock-teasing little slut, you want to get my dick hard? You to want put your body up against mine and make daddy’s cock throb? Is that you want you want to do you filthy slut? Dress like whore, talk like a whore, walk like a whore and make my big dick burst through my pants-is that what you want?”
He continued to attack my neck with kisses, kneading and squeezing my breasts as I took hold of his rough hands, trying to pull them away, trying to squirm out of his grasp. But it was of no use, he had me pulled tight against him, so tight I could feel his hardness pressed right into my ass-crack through my skirt.
“Daddy”, I said, “I was just teasing, I didn’t…I didn’t mean any of it, I…oooh daddy.”
He snapped my bra off, spun me around, pushed me right up against the wall and clamped his mouth onto my nipple, drawing my pink bud right against his teeth and making me yelp.