An Incest story won the poll, so here is the result: Daddy's Slut. Enjoy!
Lannie did her best to quiet the creaking door as
she returned from the party. It was way past curfew on a Saturday night, and
right after a trip to the tattoo parlor. Despite being a senior in high school
who was already looking for colleges to attend, her father still treated her
like a little girl. She peered inside and saw only darkness.
“Thank god,” she sighed beneath her breath and
closed the door behind her. The click of the lock was almost deafening. The
high school senior relaxed her gritted teeth. But then a familiar voice drawled
out.
“And where have you been, young lady?”
The living room lights flashed on, and Lannie
jolted in total shock.
“D-Daddy!” she said, “I thought you were in bed.”
“I could say the same for you,” James said. Her
father’s stern look focused completely on her, unblinking from his favorite
lounging chair that now faced the door. “It’s past curfew, young lady. Where
have you been?”
Lannie shivered. Daddy never said ‘young lady’
unless he was pretty drunk. A few bottles of beer laid where he dropped them at
the foot of his chair, and his voice took on that familiar growl he’d get when
thoroughly buzzed. But for all he had drank the man’s hard eyes stared
unwaveringly at his scantily-clad daughter. Lannie smoothed down her
overly-short skirt while trying to hide her bare midsection with her t-shirt.
“Nowhere Daddy. And then my car wasn’t working
right, and it took me forever to get-”
“Pfft, if you’re going to lie you should have come
up with a better one,” James said, rising from his chair. The light dimmed as
his solid frame blotted out the lamp behind him like some great storm cloud. A
childhood raised on a ranch and a lifetime spent in construction built him into
a boulder of a man. Lannie felt like a sapling in his unstoppable path as he
stepped towards her.
“No, it’s not like that! I just – I’m sorry Daddy,
I won’t be late again. I promise!”
“Nope. You need to learn it right young lady, just
like when you were a little girl…”
“What do you… Daddy?” Lannie stared, horrified as
her father began to loosen his belt. “Nooo, please Daddy! I’ll be good, I
swear. Just don’t use that!”
“Good girl, huh? Like you were tonight I bet…” He
turned and dropped onto the couch, his leather strap held in one hand and his
other pointing at his lap. “If you’re a good girl for me, I’ll use my hand
instead. But you’re getting a spanking one way or another.”
Lannie whimpered. Only when she was in big trouble
did she ever get a spanking from her Daddy. It was never pleasant. The girl
shivered like she did when she barely came up to his thigh.
“Well?” he growled, “Your choice. You’re a big
girl now, young lady.”
Lannie nodded slowly and walked even slower
towards the couch. The room was silent save for their breaths, and Lannie
winced as she tried to pull her skirt up over the fresh ink that now traced
over her tailbone. Even a cute tattoo would send a man like her father into a
rage – and this was no innocent tattoo. She prayed her Daddy wouldn’t
investigate it any further as her knees bumped against his.
“Come here,” he said, and without hesitation
scooped his little girl up and folded her over his knees as easily as he would a
napkin. Lannie whined as she felt her father’s calloused hand drag up her bare
thigh.
“Daddy,” she said, “This is embarrassing…”
“You think this is embarrassing? You running
around late at night making a fool of yourself with those idiots you call
friends – that’s what is
embarrassing!” He grabbed hold of her panties and ripped them down to her
ankles. Lannie squealed and writhed.
“Oh my god!” she cried, “You can’t be serious!”
“Does this feel serious to you?”
The crack of his hand across her naked rump seized
Lannie up. Faster than she could think a second slap whip-cracked against her
other cheek. The pain came after the shock, sharp and throbbing till it tingled
all along her spine.
“Oww! How many are you- OW!”
Lannie’s ass reddened already as her father’s hand
came down again. No matter how much she worked out, her firm rump was no match
for her Daddy’s raw strength. Whimpering and biting back the tears, Lannie
clenched her fists as his hand came down again beneath her frilled miniskirt.
“As many as it takes, young lady.”
It was strange, the way he said it. His angry
growl took on a smoother tone, as if his focus was trained on her punishment
alone. Or maybe it was her body. As the minutes dragged on his strikes came
slower and more methodical, stopping to rest his warm hand on her reddening
globes.
“You’re definitely a big girl now,” he breathed,
rubbing his palm in small circles on her ass after a particularly hard strike.
Lannie, submitting to her father’s will, glanced back at him.
“I have been for a long time,” Lannie huffed, “I’m
grown up now, Daddy. We shouldn’t be doing this!”
“You need this now more than ever,” James said. Like
a blacksmith’s hammer beating on an anvil, the sparks of agony seeping deep
into Lannie’s body and brain. Lannie seized up again as the fresh sting of his palm
struck her vulnerable rump.
But along with the anguish a new feeling rose – a
feeling that made her hips waver against his thigh. It was deep, a tickling far
inside her that demanded more and more to be relieved. It was the same feeling
she would get when imagining the boys at school and what they would do to her
in her dreams…
Another spanking glanced off her rear, wrenching
her back into the dire moment. Her Daddy’s spankings were sending more of those
naughty tingles through her belly. Now that her ass had turned a bright pink
beneath her Daddy’s palm every blow came like a thunderbolt that electrified
her from head to toe. The next fall of his hand made her arch up and her legs quiver
against his calves.
“Oooowww,” Lannie half wailed, half sighed. It was
sapping her of energy, this punishment. Every one of his blows took the air out
of her lungs and did something to her between her thighs. And yet she felt
totally aware, more awake than she was even beneath the tattoo artist’s needle.
Feeling her knees sliding down against the carpet she pushed herself back up
onto her father’s knee, almost craving to feel the next strike on her naked
flesh. But then he stopped.
“What the fuck is this?” Her skirt at ridden up.
Too late she realized as her father grabbed the frail edge of her skirt. Lannie
snapped once again out of her drunken state, too late.
“Daddy! Wait, don’t-!”
But it was too late. The skirt fell about her
ankles just the same as her panties, and her father saw everything. Her new
tattoo was on full display to him, and it made him livid.
“A tattoo!?”
he bellowed.
“Daddy, I’m a grown woman- OWWW!”
His palm seared her flesh like none before. The
blow left Lannie whimpering and squirming as the outline of even his fingers
traced themselves on her rump.
“Grown? You’re still in high school young lady!”
James raged, touching the offending mark and growling at the filigree of the
word it spelled. His voice became icy as death. “Tell me what it says.”
“Daddy-”
“Tell me
what it says, young lady!”
“It… it says, ‘slut’, Daddy…”
“Slut? SLUT!?”
Lannie felt the heat of his breath gusting against her lower back as he leaned
down to examine the mark.
“All my friends got one like it. All the cool
girls get one! It’s not a big deal, Daddy!”
“My little girl, putting ‘slut’ on herself… Jesus
Christ.”
He seemed to go off into a reverie, as if the
sight of his daughter’s tramp stamp resonated deep in his buzzed mind. Lannie
tried not to cry out in frustration and embarrassment. He wasn’t supposed to
see it, ever really. Only the cute boys in school were supposed to, the ones
she fantasized about late at night when she’d play with herself.
But something strange was happening. She looked
back to see her father staring at her half-naked body. Up and down her spine he
seemed to look, and traced down that same path with one of his maulish hands.
He shook his head when his fingers passed over the ‘Slut’ emblazed on his
daughter’s pale skin, but refocused with a scowl as he rested his palm on her
ass. Something prodded at her belly. Something hard, and big.
“Fine,” he said. “If my daughter thinks she’s a
slut, then I’m going to treat you like one.”
“What – what does that mean?”
“This,” her father said. In an instant James was
up and Lannie was down – her back to the furry carpeting, her legs splayed out
as her father stood between them. She would have moved to cover herself up if
she didn’t watch, eyes and mouth falling open, as her Daddy unzipped his pants
and dropped them to the floor.
“D-Daddy? What are you…?” Lannie stammered, but
deep down she knew what he was doing. Her father’s massive bulge threatened to
rip out of his boxer-shorts before he released the beast entirely. Somehow her
jaw dropped open even further.
“Oh my god,
Daddy!” She stared at her father’s manhood, unable to look away. She didn’t
know boys could get so big down there! But there her father stood, his cock hardening
up like a cudgel preparing to beat her bare body down. But she didn’t have much
time to appreciate it before her father mounted her, hiking her legs up to his
broad shoulders and guiding that monstrous cock to her entrance.
“Daddy!”
Lannie quavered and pushed against his chest, “We – we can’t!”
“You’re a slut now aren’t you, young lady?” He
said. The scent of booze drifted into her nostrils as his dick sawed against
her slit. “A grown-up, bad girl slut…”
“Daddy! Daddy, please!” Lannie pressed her little
hands against his chest, “I’ll be good, I swear!”
“Shhh, young lady. It’s time to fuck.”
With a hard shunt her father drove into her taut pussy.
Lannie arched back to scream, but her wail didn’t come. A silent shriek
transfixed on her face as her father’s girth stretched her out like no boy ever
had. Finally some sound came from her lungs – a pathetic squeal only a Daddy’s
girl could make when taking her Daddy’s cock for the first time.
“Oh – oh god!
Daddddy!” Lannie moaned, his nails digging into her father’s chest, “It’s
too big – oh my god, I’m breaking Daddy!”
“No you aren’t. You’re as tight as your mom when
we made you,” he grunted. Pummeling her teen hips, the man sank his incestuous
rod deep into his daughter’s pussy with all the precision of a stallion rutting
his mare. The wet slopping of their taboo mating quickly joined Lannie’s
frantic gasps and moaning protests.
Dozens of hard, deep strokes later, Lannie went
from pushing her Daddy’s chest with whining huffs to wanting sighs. Her Daddy
was touching places inside her, naughty places, places no boy ever had or could.
Another long stroke brought the girth of her father’s dick to bear inside her,
right down to the hilt. It speared deep enough to ram against the very back of
her pussy, send the shocks of his mating through her needy womb.
“Daddddy,” she mewled in his ear, “Mmm! It hurts
still but – umph! Daddy, it feels so – so good! Oh!”
The naughty girl had wrapped her arms around her
sire’s neck, gripping her grunting father close as he plowed his baby girl’s
fuckhole. His lips brushed against hers, a half-kiss that let her taste the
booze on his breath. He slid his hands up her sides, shucking her shirt off as
easily as he stripped the rest of her.
“No bra. You’re just a slut, aren’t you?” he
moaned, grabbing her tender tits with work-calloused hands. “Daddy’s raised a
bad little slut…”
“I want to be good!” Lannie cried. Her nipples,
hardened with arousal, singed her with lances of pleasure from his rough touch.
“Daddy, please make me good! Ah!”
“Make you good, huh?” He growled, his lips curling
against hers. “A good girl slut lets her Daddy fuck her whenever she’s bad,”
“Yessss,” Lannie mewled. An orgasm ratcheted up
inside like none she had ever felt.
“I never pulled out with your mother. I never do
with a slut.”
“But I’m not on the pill, Daddy…” Lannie quavered
as a warm tingle shot through her belly. “I could get – nhahh – pregnant!”
“Good. Maybe Daddy’s baby will finally calm my bad
girl down.”
“Daddy, that’s sooo wrong!” Lannie hissed. It was
bad enough fucking her father, but having his baby inside her? What would her
friends think? And yet her pussy fluttered around his bare shaft, tugging and
gripping her father’s rutting length harder than ever before. Unconsciously her
pressed her chest into his hands and invited his stern grip on them.
“What’s wrong is not filling you with Daddy’s cum,”
he said. Everything he said, every stroke he made, every motion and jut was a
command. The strands of rebellion that had fueled Lannie’s partying and
disobedience melted against his fatherly assault that pounded away at the gates
of her womb. Even the sting from him releasing her tits to grip her spank-sore
ass again compelled her body and mind to succumb.
There wasn’t any holding back from it. Lannie’s
womb jolted and jostled at the rabid beat of his twitching manhood. His
mountain of a body pinned hers to the floor. All it took to turn the teen from
a rebellious youth to a submissive Daddy’s girl was the inescapable thrust of
his hips, the firm grip of his strong hands, and the pussy-stretching his
manhood inflicted on her. Moaning as her climax began to escape, Lannie wrapped
her legs around her Daddy tight and held him close as his grunts turned
absolutely feral.
“Oh god! Daddy, I’ll take your cum. I’ll have your
baby. Please just make me into your good girl again, Daddy! OH DADDY!!”
“Cum with Daddy, honey – UGH!”
“OH DADDDDDDY!!”
Lannie came just as her father did. James reared
back and slammed in deep, his final blow throwing them both over the edge. The
moment the first shot of sperm blasted along her inner walls Lannie came. Her
father’s spunk fired into her, flooding her unprotected womb with incestuous
seed.
Her cervix drenched in the gooey mess as she
shivered and shook, gripping her father tight and wailing into his broad
shoulder. Her Daddy churned the dangerous mixture of quim and cum inside her
with short rutting strokes neither of them could control. In that moment Lannie
was completely and totally safe in her Daddy’s arms, and in turn his cum was
safely nestling deep inside her fertile womb.
A dozen shots of cum splashed out inside Lannie,
and before the pair came down from their lusty high the excess was already
oozing out from their tight seal. Great globs escaped to run down the crack of
her ass – a balm to sooth her punished rear. Still embedded within his
daughter, James chuckled and gave her ripe teen ass a pat and a squeeze.
“Good girl,” he said, “Do you realize now how bad
a girl you have been, young lady?”
“Yes, Daddy…” Lannie sighed. Bad couldn’t even
describe it – to betray her beloved Daddy’s trust so much by getting tattooed
without his permission was inconceivable! And even though she had been a bad,
bad girl, her wonderful Daddy still filled her pink pussy up with his warm,
sticky love.
“What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I really am. You were right to
punish me for being a bad girl…” She pouted her lips, feeling a bit guilty over
how much she enjoyed her punishment deep down. “I love you Daddy. More than
ever.”
“Oh I love you too, sweetie…” Her father smiled
for a moment but then returned to his stern tone. “But because I love you,
there are going to be some new rules around here. First, no more late nights
out, young lady.”
“Okay, I deserve that.”
“Second, you’re grounded until I’m satisfied that
you’ve learned how to be a good girl for me. That means you’re coming to bed at
10 every night.”
“Coming? Do you mean…?”
“Yes, young lady. My bed, ten o’clock, no
exceptions, and no panties.”
“Ohhh… yes, Daddy…” Lannie said as an electric
shiver ran up and down her spine.
“And lastly,” He growled, petting his great hands
down his daughter’s sweat-slick back, “We’re marching you right back to that
tattoo parlor to get your little tattoo fixed.”
“But Daddy! Can’t I keep it for just a little
while?”
“I didn’t say we are getting it removed,” her
father said, gently caressing the space just above her lavishly naughty tattoo.
“Okay,” Lannie said, exhausted yet excited at what
her loving father meant. “Anything to be a good girl, Daddy. I love you.”
“I love you too sweetie,” he said, planting his
lips on hers for the first time. They kissed, now more than father and
daughter.
--- Three Months Later ---
Lannie’s home situation improved greatly after
that night months earlier. No longer was she at odds with her father about
anything really. Turns out that her father’s cock jamming into her tight holes
every evening was just what the rebellious teen needed! Even though her
official grounding ended a week ago, Lannie didn’t even think about slipping
beneath the covers of her Daddy’s bed even night at 9:50, eager to surprise him
with her naked body. He always acted surprised to find her there, and fucked
her silly every single time.
Now at school, the naughty teen could be seen
walking from her classes just as before, though with a few new additions. Her
cell phone was almost always in her hand, texting her Daddy while he was at
work. They were bad things, naughty pictures and promises, the kinds of things
no innocent daughter ought to be sending to her beloved father. But Lannie did,
and she got her just punishments in spankings for them every night – just like
she knew she deserved.
But more than that was the change in her appearance. No longer wearing the
skimpy, revealing clothing like her friends did, she dressed conservatively in
a longer skirt and modest top - just as her Daddy wanted. Beneath the façade of
a prim and proper schoolgirl however were two new additions of note.
The first was the barely perceptible roundness
starting to press out from her middle. It wasn’t like her Daddy ever wore a
condom, and when he said he never pulled out he was serious. Getting on the
pill would have been something only a bad girl would do, her father told her.
So Lannie wasn’t too surprised when the pregnancy test came back positive. How
else could a loving daughter better show her Daddy how much she loved him than
to have his baby?
Her peers at school noticed something else besides
Lannie’s rising baby bump. Yes, whenever her shirt would ride up her back or
whenever her bikini bottoms dipped too low in swim class, they saw her tattoo.
Rumor spread about where exactly her pregnancy had come from given her new
tattoo, and though she never admitted to any of it, Lannie knew they were all
true.
The evidence was her tramp stamp that spelled out
two words now, one above the other in elegant script:
Daddy’s
Slut
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