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Authors Note:
This story came from a chat I was having with an online friend. Rachelangel, wherever you are, I hope you found the help you needed.
This story contains INCEST, fellatio, MF intercourse, MF sodomy, spanking, D/s, and DD/lg. If you don't enjoy this kind of smut, please choose another story. ({*}) ({*}) ({*})
"Welcome to New York. The local time is 6:19 pm. The outside temperature is 78 degrees Fahrenheit." The announcement woke me from my slumber. I must have been tired. A lot had happened in the last 24 hours.
8========D<
I was finishing up some reports and was ahead of my never-ending paperwork for once. I stretched my arms and was about to sign the last form in my inbox when I heard the 1MC come to life. I winced as the BMOW blew his pipe, almost on key for once, "Cdr. Gemoules please report the commanding officers at sea cabin, Cdr. Gemoules please report the commanding officers at sea cabin."
"Ohhh, Diamond is in trouble," called out one of my squadrons pilots.
"Stow it, Punch-out. It's probably about that last trap of yours. A flying pig could've landed with more finesse than you."
"The rest of the pilots started laughing at my retort as I left my squadron's ready room and made my way through the aircraft carriers maze of passageways to the C.O.'s cabin. I knocked on the door and heard "Enter"
I entered the space, popped to attention and said "Cdr. Gemoules reporting as ordered skipper."
"Have a seat Gem." The skipper told me.
As I sat I nodded to my XO and the chaplain, were already seated. "What's going on skipper? Who died?" I ask, expecting to be told that one of my pilots crashed, or one of my swabbies had been knocked overboard during flight ops. I watched the three men pass a glance around the room like the Harlem Globetrotters passing a basketball.
"Gem, we don't know how to tell you this." Began the chaplain.
"It's Allyson." The skipper interrupts. "She was killed in a car accident."
My heart stops. I can barely see or think. My beloved but estranged wife was dead. I can't even voice my thoughts. My XO looks at me and says "Rachel is alright. She wasn't in the car."
"My daughter is alive," I say not sure if I was asking for confirmation or just parroting what they told me.
"Emergency leave is approved effective as soon as the next COD is ready to launch, around 1900." The skipper says. “Take your time. When you're ready, go pack. Your XO can run the Squadron for you."
I nod my head trying to figure out what is going to happen next. The skipper and my XO leave me alone with the chaplain. We sit in silence for a few minutes as I try to work through my disbelief that my wife is dead before her fortieth birthday. "Thanks, padre, but I don't need you right now." I stand up and walk to my stateroom. I pick up the phone and call the goat locker. Some chief I didn't know answers. "This is CDR Gemoules. Is Chief Duggan there?
"Yes, sir here he is."
"Duggan here sir."
"Dug come to my stateroom and bring your friend Jack with you," I order him.
"Sir . . ."
"Now chief!” I say sharply and slam down the phone. I sit down on my rack and wait for the chief. After an eternity in hell, there's a knock on the hatch. "Come,” I shout.
Dug enters my stateroom like a recruit called before his company commander. He stands rigidly at attention and says, "Chief Duggan reporting as ordered, with a party of one, SIR."
I notice the toolbag in his left hand, "Secure the hatch, Dug, cups are in the desk." Duggan closes the hatch taking care to lock it and takes two ships coffee mugs out of my desk. Then he reaches into the tool bag and takes out a bottle of Johnny Walker Black.
"Pour me a few fingers, and feel free to pour for yourself too." He pours about 3 fingers of Johnny into the cups and hands one to me.
"Sir, since I'm your bartender now, I gotta ask, what the hell? You never drink when we're underway, especially when you're scheduled for night ops."
"Allyson was killed in an accident. I'm flying out on the next COD." I slam back the drink and feel it burn down my throat, grateful that I can feel something, anything besides the numbness that had washed over me when I first heard the news.
"Jesus sir! Is Rachel all right?" He asks as he pours me another four fingers.
"I don't know. I mean I was told she wasn't in the car. But . . .,” as I throw back the second drink like it was a sip of water.
"Thank god for that." Duggan says as he takes his first sip. "What is she now fifteen? sixteen?”
"Eighteen today. Fucking great way to celebrate becoming an adult, your mom fucking dying." I say in anger as I hurl the mug across my stateroom he porcelain shattering when it hits the bulkhead.
Dug picks up the most recent picture I had of Rachel. She was 11 years old and waving at me as the carrier I was on was heading out to sea. It was my third deployment in three years, and the last time I had seen her.
"I haven't had any contact with her since that day, I nod at the picture Dug was holding. Things would be so different if that jarhead had been paying attention. How the fuck he mistook my Eagle for a MIG...,” I shook my head to stop that line of thought. I'd been over it too many times.
“Ally came to see me in the hospital, telling me that she couldn't take worrying about me dying anymore. It was her or the Navy. I didn't think she was serious. I figured once I was out of the hospital and back home recuperating, things would go back to normal.” I grabbed the bottle and took a healthy swig. When I put it down, Dug leaned back on my desk effectively blocking my access to the bottle.
The day before I was discharged, she handed me two letters she had the family lawyer draw up. One was a letter to SECNAV resigning my commission, the other was a separation agreement. She told me I had to sign one of those letters before I left the hospital or I would not be allowed to live in her house. I refused to sign them, and that was the last time I saw Ally. I tried to write and call Rachel, but Ally returned everything I sent Rachel. Every year at Christmas and her birthday, I send Rachel a package with all the letters and gifts that she hasn't gotten, hoping it gets to her. I just mailed it again last week.”
Dug had been listening quietly to me while sipping his drink. I reach for the bottle and he grabs my arm. He looks into my eyes and shakes his head. “You've had enough sir. The last thing you need is for anyone to see you drunk.”
I look at him knowing he was right. I nod my head and give him a little smile, as he puts the bottle back in the tool bag. "Sir if there's anything that me or anyone in the squadron can do just ask," he tells me as he puts his hand on the hatch.
"I appreciate that chief, but don't say anything until I'm airborne. I don't want to see any of those 'poor bastard' looks."
The chief pops to attention and shouts "Aye-Aye sir!"
I chuckle at his booter reaction “Thanks for the drink, but you better stow that contraband chief, you wouldn't want anyone to know about it would you." The chief laughs, as he leaves my stateroom.
I pull out my seabag and start to toss in the essentials. My dress and undress uniforms, a few sets of civvies and some toiletries. I look at my watch and see it's about 1600. Not really feeling hungry, but not having anything else to do, I head up to the wardroom and try to choke down a couple of sliders. But the smell makes me want to vomit, even more than usual. I wander up to the hanger and check on my aircraft. My plane captain is going over a preflight checklist, making sure my bird is ready for flying tonight. I walk over and call, “Flynn!"
He looks at me, as he pats the nose. “She's just about ready sir.”
“Good to know, but I'm taking some leave, so she won't be flying for a bit. Go ahead and schedule that engine rebuild you've been bugging me about.”
“I'll get it done sir. She'll be ready for you when you get back. Have a good trip, sir.” he says as he returns to his checklist.
I see my XO standing by his bird, so I walk over to him and discuss some issues he'll be dealing with while I'm gone. As we talk, the 1MC blares to life and I hear “Commander Gemoules please call pri-fly" I grab the nearest phone and call.
"Hey Diamond," the CAG answers "The COD's leaving early. It'll be launching in about 30 minutes. Get your gear and go or you're stuck here for another two days.”
"On my way, sir," I say and hang up. I jog to my stateroom, grab my bag and head to the flight deck. I walk over to the COD, salute the bridge and National Ensign as I board the COD to go back to The States.
A crew member is helping a scared-looking tech rep get buckled up. When he's done, I ask him, “What's our destination?”
"P'cola sir" he replies
Can you ask the pilot to check for any MAC flights that can get me close to New York City? I had a death in the family and need to get there ASAP."
"I'm sorry for your loss, sir. I'll ask."
"Thanks, Petty Officer," I say and close my eyes. Suddenly I'm thrown back against the bulkhead as the bird was thrown into the sky. Like most pilots, I feel helpless unless I'm at the controls of the aircraft. I feel even more helpless knowing I'm hundreds of miles from those I love when they need me most. The tears well up and a sob escapes my lips taking all the anguish I feel in my soul. As I'm about to begin to completely break down, I see the co-pilot walking back to me. I stifle my tears because I don't want to show weakness in front of a fellow naval aviator.
As the co-pilot approaches, I see that she's a female. I rub my eyes as if I'm tired, to hide the tears welling up. She squats down next to me and quietly says, "Mackie over there tells us you had a death in the family."
I nod at her, not trusting my voice. "The Pilot and I as well as the rest of the flight crew want to offer our condolences, and offer any assistance we can. We tried to get you on a MAC flight but that's a no-go.”
I start to thank her, when she continues, “So, anyway the pilot told me that he expects a warning light as we get into the airspace near JFK and he'll need to do a precautionary landing. We can let you disembark while we check the aircraft.”
I smile appreciatively as she pats me on my shoulder and whispers, "If you do feel the need to cry, there's more privacy in the aft compartment," she returns to the cockpit, and I make myself a promise to never make fun of the truck drivers again. 8========D<
I shake myself from my reverie, we roll off the active runway to a maintenance area. I unfasten my seatbelt and grab my bag. I make my way off the plane and into the terminal, making my way through the airport until I find a car rental counter. I drive up Grand Central Parkway into the City and take MLK to Park Ave. Seeing the familiar buildings I began to have flashbacks to dating my late wife. I drove past the deli where we met, the restaurant where I proposed, and finally reached the skyscraper where my in-laws owned the penthouse. I pulled up to the curb, amazed it was empty, and waved to Hank, the long-time doorman. He recognized me immediately.
“Commander, I am so sorry about Mrs. Gemoules. She was a great lady.” I put my hand on his shoulder and nodded my thanks. “Rachel is in the penthouse.” as he led me inside and used his pass key to send me up the private elevator.
When the elevator doors open my wife was standing in the foyer with her back to me. I froze in utter shock as my mind raced to try to figure out what was going on.
"What is it now Hank?" she asked without turning around, “More flowers from people who don't give a damn about mom or me, they just hope the stupid little girl will sell them the company, cheap! Throw them out with the others." Her voice cut me like a knife. It wasn't my wife, it was Rachel, my daughter. She turned around when she didn't get a response, and I was thrown back twenty years. Rachel had grown to look exactly like her mother. I was suddenly eighteen again and arriving for my first date with the beautiful rich girl I met while slinging overpriced pastrami on rye to the rich and famous.
"Well, well, well, The great naval hero! He gets medals from the President but doesn't send a fucking postcard to his family. What are you doing here?" she hissed at me, her eyes narrowing in anger, her lips curling in disgust. "I thought mom dying was the worst thing to ever happen in my life, now you,” she snarled that word, “decide to show up after seven fucking years. Get the fuck out! I never want to see you again!"
"But Ray-Ray . . . Ray-Ray . . .," I said in shock at her reaction.
“DON'T CALL ME THAT! MY DADDY called me that. My daddy who always came home. My daddy who sent me gifts and letters from every port he visited. My daddy who called me every week. My daddy who always sent me birthday and Christmas presents. My daddy who always made me feel like the most special princess in the world. Even when mom came home and told me 'you'll never see your father again,' I didn't believe her. I waited for you. FOR YEARS I waited for you to call, or write, or come home. YOU NEVER DID!!” she screamed, “You aren't my daddy. I don't need you anymore. Go away and never come back.” she said coldly as she turned away from me, her body shuddering as she was silently sobbed.
I stood there with no idea what to do, or say to comfort her. I had trouble believing my late wife had been so cruel that she let Rachel believe that I had abandoned her. Now she was dead, and I couldn't bring myself to tell Rachel the truth. I stood there furious at Allyson and ashamed that I didn't try harder to stay in Rachel's life.
The elevator dinged and she simply said thank you for leaving. I looked at the elevator, to see who was arriving since I hadn't pressed the button to call for it. When the doors opened, Hank was standing there. “Miss Rachel, I know asked to be left alone, but this seems to be very important, I think you should look at it right away."
Rachel turns around ignoring me. As Hank hands her a box I am intimately familiar with, having mailed it to her three or four times over the last year. She takes the box and says “Thank you, Hank. While your up here, would you mind taking out the trash,” as she points to me.
“Of course, Miss Rachel, but I have reason to believe there's some time-sensitive documents in that box, things you need to look at today.” as he takes my arm and guides me into the elevator.
As we descend to the lobby Hank tells me, “Wait in the lobby. Let her come to you when she's ready."
I grab a newspaper from a stand just outside the lobby and sit there staring at the funny pages, not really seeing them. Almost two hours later, Rachel bursts out the elevator and yells "Hank! Hank! Do you know where my daddy went?"
Hank simply points at me, and I drop the paper to the floor. Rachel runs over to me and jumps into my lap like she was still 11. "Daddy, daddy" she starts crying as she covers my face in kisses like she used to. "Daddy I 'm so sorry I was soooo mean to you. Can you forgive me for being so mean? I should've known that my wonderful, my special, my handsome daddy would never forget about his little Ray-Ray." She had even started talking like she was eleven again.
I pull my little girl close to me, hug her, and start crying. She kisses away my tears just like I did when she was little and skinned her knee. We sit there and hold each other crying for God knows how long. When we finally stop sobbing, she takes my hand and leads me to the elevator, saying “ I was scared you had left, and I would never see you again. After all, a little girl needs her daddy."
When we get back to the penthouse I see my letters and cards strewn about the foyer, with the gifts all neatly placed on the sideboard. The envelopes were stacked in a neat pile on the floor. “Daddy, why did mommy send all my letters back to you?”
I took her hand as the tears welled up in my eyes, “I got hurt while on a mission, and she was scared I would be killed. So she told me to leave the Navy or I would lose her. I thought she was scared and would get over it soon. I never thought she would keep us apart. I kept writing and calling hoping to reach you. Whenever I came to NY, I would come to visit and you were always out of town.”
Ray-Ray said, "My daddy had a boo-boo and I couldn't kiss it and make it better." And pouted.
"This boo-boo shouldn't be kissed by my little girl," I said.
"But daddy I always kiss you're boo-boos and you always kiss mine. Why can't I kiss it?"
“Ray-Ray there are some places that daughters aren't supposed to kiss their daddy's," I tell her.
"But daddy you'll never get better if I don't kiss your boo-boo."
As always, I give in to my little Ray-Ray, “You have to be very careful when you kiss this boo boo,” I tell her as I lift her off my lap and stand up. I turn away from her and undo my pants. I lower them until the divot in my upper thigh is visible. I hold my pants up covering as much of my groin as I could.
I turn to her my eyes on her face watching for her reaction. Her eyes widen and her nostrils flare as she sees the pit in my leg from my instrument panel exploding after that damn jarhead fired on me instead of the MIG that had entered the carrier's exclusion zone. Rachel drops to her knees and leans in toward my thigh, her breath making my leg hairs flutter and sending shockwaves through my body. I remember the first time Ally pleasured me orally, it was in this room, on her knees. As Ray-Ray kisses my scar, I can feel the mast starting to rise. I step back and turn away so I can cover myself.
Ray-Ray looked up at me from her knees, "That looked painful daddy. I wish that I had been there to comfort you."
"Me too honey." I smile down at her.
"I have a boo-boo I need my daddy to kiss," she says standing up.
"Where is my precious Ray-Ray hurt,” I ask concerned.
"It's here, daddy," she says pointing right to her left breast. My heart is broken because my mommy died. I need daddy to make it better.”
"I . . . uhh, I don't think I should kiss you there. Daddy's shouldn't kiss their baby girl's breasts." I say staring at her ripe luscious breasts, covered only by a shirt so thin, that I could easily see she was not wearing a brassiere.
“Daddy, you promised to always kiss all my boo-boos away. So kiss my broken heart daddy." She says thrusting her chest toward me. Almost against my will I lean in and kiss her breast right on the erect nipple. The feeling was electric. My cock grew to full size, and I considered keeping my mouth there to suck on that beautifully perfect breast, but this was my daughter. Daddy's aren't supposed to think like that about their little girls, I reminded myself. She was acting just like the little girl I remember, not the budding flower of womanhood she looked like or the self-confident young lady she appeared to be when I first arrived.
I was confused by my feelings toward my daughter. I was beginning to feel lust for her, but I also felt just as protective as I was when she was my little girl. I broke our embrace and got up. I went and got my seabag and put it in the room my wife and I used when we stayed with our in-laws. I took a quick shower and changed out of my wrinkled uniform into some civvies, and went to find Ray-Ray.
She was sitting on a barstool at the breakfast nook looking forlorn. "Daddy I miss mommy she says."
"I do too honey," I reply wrapping my arms around her.
She snuggles back into me and says "I don't know what I will do without her. She was my world when you disappeared. I'm so glad your back daddy. We can make up for all those missed years.
"Me too honey," I answer as I start to unconsciously stroke her breast. I hear my daughter moan in pleasure and I realize what I am doing. I step back, and try to lower the sexual tension that has arisen between us by asking "So where are nana and p pop"
"Oh daddy!" she cries "You don't know. Nana had a stroke and died about the same time you were hurt, P-pop passed away in his sleep the night after we buried nana. I was all alone in the world until you came back."
"Ray-Ray my baby. I didn't know, I was never told, and I'm so sorry honey." I blurt not knowing what else to say, feeling genuine sorrow that I wouldn't ever see my in-laws again.
"So where is mommy now?" I ask.
"I don't know. She was taken to Jamaica Hospital, and I didn't know what to do from there." She said as tears come to her eyes. I took her into my arms and held her as she sobbed over our loss. Her tears started dripping onto my chest and felt like fire. I held her tight not caring about the burning on my chest, which turned into burning in my loins.
She smiled through her tears and wiggled her hips feeling my shaft grow. "Ohhh, daddy. I'm so glad your boo-boo didn't hurt anything important."
I pulled back reminding myself that this was my daughter and I was not supposed to be thinking of bending her over the counter and fucking her sweet ass. "Don't worry honey I'll take care of all the arrangements. We'll also have to talk about what to do with p pops company."
"Okay, daddy. I knew I could count on my big, strong, handsome, heroic daddy take charge and make everything better." She again hugs me tight and says "I wuv you, daddy." And kisses me on my lips sliding her tongue into my mouth. I open my mouth and start to caress her tongue with my mouth. My hand slides down and grabs her ass cheek and squeezes it. We continue probing each other's mouths for a minute, when I remember this is my daughter and push her away.
"What's the matter, daddy?" She asks with a hurt look on her face. "Did I make you mad again? Do I need my daddy to spank me for being bad?" She looks at me, not with the look of a little girl, but of desire, of wanton lust.
"Uhh...honey I'm just emotionally overwhelmed by all that's happened in the last few days. I need time to think and..." I trail off. "I'm going to call the family lawyers and have them do whatever needed to make the arrangements. I tell Ray-Ray as I lift the receiver and dial.
“Gambini and Woods,”
“This is Commander Gemoules, the next of kin to Allyson Gemoules. I need to speak with Mr. Gambini.”
“Right away sir.” as the elevator hold music plays for a mere couple of seconds before another voice is on the line.
“Vincent Gambini's office, Diedra speaking, how may I help you?”
“Diedra, this is Commander Gemoules . . .”
“Commander, yes Mr. Gambini told me to expect your call. He's in a meeting with the partners but told me to let him know when you call. I want you to know, everyone at the firm is so sorry for your loss, we all loved Mrs. Gemoules she was a wonderful lady.”
“Thank you,” I choke out.
“Please hold, Commander.”
After a longer pause, I hear the familiar loud blustering voice of my favorite lawyer explode from the phone. “Hey Diamond, how da hell are ya? Glad ta be home, I bet,” he said.
“Hey Vinnie,” I say to the only lawyer I ever met and liked. He was a real person, down to Earth, beer-swilling plain Joe. No like most of the stuffed shirts in his profession. “I guess you heard.”
“Yeah, I did buddy. I'm so sorry. I wish things had been different between the two of you.”
“Me too,” I say sadly.
“What can Elle an I do for ya?”
“Rachel told me all she knows is that Ally is at Jamacia Hospital. I need you to . . .”
“My assistant is already dialing. We've already begun the paperwork for the transfer of ownership of the business, and real estate holdings. We still have your power of attorney, so you, my friend, now own the Endicott family holdings, lock stock and barrel.”
“It doesn't go to Rachel?”
“Ally never changed her will, so it all goes to you. Of course, Rachel has the trust fund that Mr. Endicott set up for her. She'll never have to worry about money, neither will you. You could probably buy the Navy an Aircraft Carrier, and not miss the money.”
“Thanks, Vinny, I'm staying in the penthouse with Rachel, you need me for anything, you can reach me here.”
“Alrighty, Diamond. We'll be in touch as soon as we got some info for ya?”
After hanging up with Vinnie, I head up to the room, Ally and I always used when we visited her parents. I felt emotionally drained, reuniting with Rachel, losing my wife, finding out my in-laws had been died, becoming insanely wealthy, I was exhausted. I collapsed on the bed and let out the soul-wrenching wail that had been building inside me since I first saw my daughter. The tears started pouring down my face. I was sobbing uncontrollably.
Ray-Ray came running in to see what had happened. She stood by my side and pulled my head to her stomach. She ran her fingers through my hair and let me cry. She leaned down over me and began kissing the top of my head. She was repeating "Daddy I'm here for you. You will always have me to love, to hold, to take care of all your needs. I can be strong when you need me to be and you can take care of me. I love you so much, daddy."
Hearing my daughter's voice and felling her warmth helped me regain my composure. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her tight until I could trust myself to speak. I took a deep breath, wiping my eyes on her shirt, and looked at my daughter with gratitude. "I love you so much, honey. We only have each other now. We have to be there for each other and take care of each other from now on.”
"I agree so much, daddy. I want to take care of all my daddy's needs," She pressed her lips against mine and forced her tongue into my mouth. I tried to pull away but she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her. Her hand found my cock and started to trace its outline through my pants. I tried to get up and away before something happened that we would regret. I fell off the bed and landed on the floor. Ray-Ray laughed at my clumsiness and before I could stand back up, she jumped on top sitting on my chest. She started to unbutton her shirt slowly. Time stopped as I watched my sexy eighteen-year-old daughter slowly undo button after button on her shirt. Until there was only one button left. She looked into my eyes as she unfastened the last button. Her cute little belly button was exposed to my eyes and I saw the large diamond she had in the cavity.
"Daddy, I knew you'd come back one day. After watching the president give you the Navy Cross I went out and had my belly pierced, and bought a diamond from Cartier big enough to completely fill my belly button. I wanted it to remind me of my big strong heroic daddy. I was so proud of you that day."
I reached out and touched the large diamond with a trembling finger. It was so sexy on her taut teen stomach. I forgot about right and wrong, all I could think about was touching her body. I began to fondle the stone, “That feels so good, daddy,” I slide my hands under her shirt pushing it open, exposing her breasts to my hungry eyes. My hands caress her back as she lets her shirt slip down her arms and off her body. I suck air through my teeth and drink in her flawless alabaster skin. My hands slide up her body taking a breast in each hand, squeezing the soft warm mounds as I felt her nipples harden.
"Ohh daddy, your big manly hands feel so good on my titties. Squeeze them, hard daddy, show me how strong you are," I start to squeeze and pull on them, "Oh yesssss daddy pull on them make them stretch. Pinch my nipples daddy, make them hurt," Her dirty talk is turning me on even more than the feel of her naked flesh. I look up at my little girl and see she is loving my manhandle her perky breasts.
All I want is to finish stripping my daughter and fuck her tiny holes until she is begging me to stop. I grab her hips and push her body down mine until she is straddling my cloth-covered crotch. sitting up I take a nipple into my mouth, bit it hard making her groan. "Yes Daddy, bite my nipples! It feels soooo good." I move my mouth over and start to suck and bite on her other nipple.
I can feel how hot and wet she is getting through our clothes, and how she's sliding along my shaft I know she can feel how erect I am. My hands slide down her back and into her shorts. I start to grab her ass cheeks and squeeze them. She continues to grind against me making me desperate to stick my shaft into her depths.
“Stand up baby girl,” I tell her, and she looks at me pouting, “I just want to get on the bed, Ray-Ray, honey."
She smiles and eagerly climbs off me as I stand up. I pull her to me and kiss her for the first time as a lover, not a father. There is no longer any doubt in my mind. My daughter wants to fuck her daddy, and I want her to fuck her in every hole she has.
I pull back and grab the waistband of her shorts and pull them down her strong thighs over her cute knees and down her calves to her ankles. I reach up and put my hand on her left hip. My other hand lifts her leg out of her shorts and panties. My hands switch position and repeat the process. My daughter is now totally naked before me. She is a vision of loveliness, just like her mother was the first time we made love, in this very room, on this very bed.
I drink in her perfection and she stands there turning her body to show me every inch of her naked skin. I sit on the bed and Ray-Ray walks over to me and grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head. She looks at my chest and starts to dance sexily.
"I've always wanted to give a lap dance for my daddy." She says as she steps between my legs and wiggles her hips. She turns around letting me look at her heart-shaped ass. She jiggles her ass cheeks as she bends at the waist so I can clearly see her wet shiny pussy. She then sits in my lap and uses her pussy to massage my cock through my pants. She stands up again and faces me. She leans in and starts to rub her nipples against my chest and over my lips and back down again. As her head comes level with mine she kisses me again and using her mouth pushes me back on the bed and crawls up onto all fours while continuing the kiss.
I lay back and she breaks the kiss. "Did daddy like his private lap dance?" She says as her hands start to undo my belt. "Would daddy like to see his little girl give his friends lap dances?” I look at her. "Would daddy be proud of his little girl making all those men hard and knowing they want to fuck his daughter, but knowing only daddy will get to fuck me?"
"Ohh god!" I groan picturing my fellow pilots watching my daughter strip for them.
"That would be so hot, I say to her as she pulls my belt out of my pants and holds it up."
"Daddy, I want this belt to be used to punish me when I am a bad little girl, and I disappoint you. I want you to use it to spank my bare bottom when I am disobedient, or naughty. No matter where we are."
I nod my head in agreement shocked at my daughter, and myself. I never believed in spanking as a punishment, and now my adult daughter was asking me to expose her bottom in public and hit her with a belt if she misbehaves, and the thought was arousing me. She smiles and kisses the belt. "I love daddy's tools. I'll always keep them clean and ready for use."
For some reason, this turns me on even more. I watch as she carefully places the belt on my dresser, and caresses it before returning to the bed. She reaches for my pants and undoes the button. She lowers the zipper and slides her hand in. "Oh daddy it's so big! I don't know if your little girl can handle her daddy's huge cock." She pulls it out and kisses the head. "But I will try to take it all for my loving daddy."
Ray-Ray releases her hold on it and starts to slide my pants off my body. I arch my back lifting my six off the bed. She removes my pants shoes and socks and starts to kiss her way up my legs. She tickles the backs of my knees and starts to lick and sick on my inner thighs. She works her way up to my balls. She grabs my cock in her hand and looks at me. "Would daddy like his little girl to suck on his big cock?"
I groan "YES, OHH FUCK YESSSS!" she smiles and sucks my balls into her mouth. Her tongue rolls them around inside her mouth as her hand starts to stroke my erect dick. I lay back and enjoy the sensation of an excellent blow job. The likes of which I hadn't felt in almost 8 years.
Ray-Ray releases my balls from her mouth and takes the head of my cock into her mouth. She runs her tongue around it and caresses the sensitive spot right under the head. I shudder in delight. Suddenly she slams her head into my stomach taking the whole thing into her mouth. Her hands are caressing my balls, and I'm trying not to cum too soon. My darling daughter starts to suck on my cock and bob her head up and down. I lay there silently concentrating on everything but the sensations emanating from my groin. I feel her lift her head away from my cock. I look up and she's looking at me.
"I want to be my daddy's little slutty skank of a whore. I want daddy to tell me what a bad girl I am, and how naughty it is for a little girl to suck on her daddy's hard cock."
I look at my daughter in shock. I had always respected women and treated them as ladies. I was a firm believer in chivalry. I wasn't sure if I was more surprised by my daughter asking me to degrade and humiliate her, or that I was turned on by the idea.
I thought back to some of the training films some of the guys had watched before the navy went co-ed. I had seen many that had men degrading women. So I tried to remember some of the things they said. "Listen, bitch, you are just a skanky slut, a whore, just a little girl who needs her daddy to show her how to please a man," I tell her sternly. "Don't ever presume to tell your daddy what to do or how to treat you. I will decide how to treat you, when to reward you, and when to punish you." I was shocked at what I was saying. I never would've believed I had this in me. I just went with it. "Since you are so insolent today, daughter of mine, get me the belt NOW!"
"Yes daddy, I'm sorry daddy, please don't punish me, daddy, I'll be good, daddy."
"Shut up my little cum dumpster. You were wrong and now I must spank you. I want you to place the belt in your mouth get on all fours and crawl to me. DO NOT LET ANY PART OF IT TOUCH THE GROUND OR YOU'RE PUNISHMENT WILL BE WORSE!" I yell at her.
She quickly complies with my order, taking the belt in her mouth and crawling across the room back to me. I nod in satisfaction and pat her head like a dog before taking the belt from her. “Kiss the belt and tell it that you love the pain it brings," I tell her holding the belt in front of her.
She kisses it and says in a soft voice "I love how red and hot you make me when you strike my soft flesh."
"Very good cunt. Now get on my lap. As she climbs onto me, I continue, "Every time I strike you I want you to say thank you for disciplining me, daddy."
"Yes daddy," she says looking back at me, as she raises her buttocks a bit. She was smiling, but I could see a hint of fear in her eyes. I start by rubbing her glorious ass and kiss each cheek. "Yes daddy kiss my sweet booty. I love it when you kiss my ass." I kiss it one last time and straighten up. Without warning, I strike her hard with my belt.
"OOOWWWW!" She yells quickly adding "Thank you for disciplining me, daddy."
As soon as the last syllable was out of her mouth I strike her again. "OWW! Thank you for disciplining me, daddy." I strike again, "Thank you for disciplining me daddy," and again, "Thank you for disciplining me daddy," Now I could hear sobs when she spoke.
I paused for a moment to inspect her bottom and saw bright red welts across her cheeks and one across the backs of her thighs. I put my hand on the wounds and felt heat emanating from them. I waited for a bit making her think her painful ordeal was over. When she started waving her ass around to cool it off, I raised the belt and swung with all my might. The tip of the belt cracked like a whip and hit her square on her pussy, with the rest of the belt striking her on her right cheek drawing a small amount of blood. She jumped across the bed, screaming in pain and pleasure saying
"Thank you for disciplining me, daddy." As her voice broke and she started to sob audibly.
"Okay you smelly cunt, next time you'll remember not to presume to give instructions to your betters."
"Yes, daddy. She replies between sobs." I pull her onto my lap and hold her as she cries running my fingers through her hair and kissing her head, just like I used to do when she was little and hurt or scared.
"You know, I love you, baby. I hate punishing you. Promise you'll be good, and I'll be nice to you.” She nodded her head while she sobbed and sniffled, her bottom was squirming around my lap. I thought she was trying to find a way to sit to ease the soreness until I felt my dick slide into her sopping cunt.
We both froze enjoying the pleasure we were felling from the taboo situation. Ray-Ray started to side up a down gently to avoid hurting her already tender ass. I lay back as she slides up and down my shaft, enjoying the wetness of her nubile young pussy. I let her grind on me for several minutes until the need to properly fuck her overwhelmed me. I pushed her off me and tossed her onto the bed. I stood up, “Get on all fours slut.” I said as I started to stroke myself.
Ray-Ray moved into position, offering two of her holes to her daddy's cock. I paused savoring the view before I squatted down and brought my mouth to her slit. I inhaled her musky fragrance and thrust my tongue deep into my little girl's pussy. I swirled it around her velvety softness and flicked her clit with my tongue.
"GO, DADDY! GO, DADDY! OHHHHHHHH DADDIEEEEE GOOOOOO! YES DADDY, OH YES! MY LIL KITTY'S HOT DADDY! IT'S A MESS! IT'S HOT DADDY! IT'S BURNING HOT! OH DADDY IT'S SWOLLEN! KISS IT, DADDY! PLEASE MAKE IT BETTER!"
I groan as I suck her juices into my mouth, enjoying the taste of the forbidden fruit of my loins. I keep sucking up her juices until she is shaking in pleasure, then I stand up and slam my cock balls deep into her. I ram her hot cunt with my dick as she continues encouraging me to fuck her harder and faster.
With all the stimulation I'd experienced I was getting close to climax. I am thrusting as hard as I can and accidentally pull out of her. We both groan in disappointment as I try to slide it back in. My head finds her entrance and I drive it into her.
"OHHH SSSHHHIIITTT! My daddy is fucking my virgin asshole. Fuck my ass daddy. Fuck your dirty little girl in her tight ass," she cries out.
I looked down in surprise and saw she was telling the truth. I saw my cock slamming into her sweet tight ass. fortunately, my cock was so slick with her cream that I was able to keep going. Her pussy was so tight, I wasn't able to tell that I had entered the other hole. Seeing my cock splitting her ass pushed me over the edge, and I started shooting my cum into my kinky little girl.
"OOhh GAWD! Daddy I can feel your cum shooting into me. It feels so good, so hot, I can feel it shooting to my belly,” as I fall on top of her drained from the intensity of the orgasm.
"God Ray-Ray. That was good." I say gasping for breath.
"Is daddy happy with his little girl? Did I please my daddy, letting him take my ass cherry? Does daddy love his little girl?"
I nod my head and kiss her sweaty spine as I get on the bed with her. I lay down and pull her close to me, putting my arm around her and caressing her glistening flesh. Her breasts are pressed into my arm, and she lays her head on my chest. We're both drained physically, and emotionally, holding each other until we fall asleep.
We wake up several hours later and kiss. Ray-Ray starts to lazily play with my chest hair, as we lay there enjoying our new found closeness. "Ray-Ray, I love you, I really do. But what we did is wrong. Fathers and daughters shouldn't be intimate with each other.”
"Daddy, I want to be with you. I want you to love and cherish me forever. I want to be daddy's girl and to let you use me however you want. I want you to watch me be a cock tease to your friends and then take me home and punishment for being such a dirty little tramp and fuck my brains out."
"Why would you want that?” I ask in shock. “What made you want to be my lover,” I ask confused, "How did the sweet innocent little girl I remember become 'a dirty little tramp'?"
"I always loved you daddy. I never stopped. The summer after my 16th birthday, I was a junior counselor at a summer camp. My tent mate, Suzy, was a sophomore at a local college. We used to talk about boys a lot. She taught me stuff... things. On parents weekend I was with the campers whose parents couldn't make it, in the arts and crafts lodge. I needed to get some supplies from the quartermaster. I walked by my tent and heard strange sounds. Thinking one of the boys from the camp across the lake had snuck in and was trying to steal my underwear, I quietly approached the tent." She picked up her head and kissed me.
For some reason, the story was getting me horny again and in a hoarse voice I said, “What happened?”
“I opened the tent flaps just enough to peek in. I was not prepared for what I saw. Suzy was tied to her cot fully nude. A naked man was getting a blow job from Suzy while an older lady, wearing a leather bustier and matching thong was spanking Suzy with a paddle. The lady had a camera and would stop to take a picture every few strokes. The man pulled out of Suzy's mouth and she said 'I want my daddy to shoot his spunk all over my face, then I want my mommy to take a picture of my face covered in daddies cum before she licks it off.' The man smiled and said, 'that's my dirty little slut.'”
"I ran away at that point. I felt scared and confused. Suzy was committing incest. She was letting her parents abuse her. I didn't know what to do. That night at dinner I sat down at a table alone to think. Just as I put my first forkful of turkey in my mouth, Suzy sat down at my table with the people I saw before. Suzy introduced them to me as her mom and dad. They seemed like a normal loving family, not the monsters they really were. Somehow I was able to have a normal conversation with them."
She moved her hand to my arm and began to play with my arm hair. "I left the chow hall as soon as I could without appearing rude. That night, in our tent, I told Suzy what I saw and that we should tell the camp director that she was being abused.
Suzy laughed and said 'No it's entirely consensual. My daddy and I were always close and loving toward each other. From the time I learned about sex, I knew I wanted to do have my dad be my first lover. On my eighteenth birthday, my mom left for work, and as soon as I heard the door close, I ran to my parent's bedroom, naked and told my dad I wanted him to be my first. Mom forgot her briefcase and caught us. That's when I learned my parents were into BDSM and were swingers. My mom is the Domme, and my dad only serves her.'"
I shift my weight so I can look into her eyes as she continues her story. "'They had a few subs they used regularly, but I became their first live in, full-time sub. They whore me out at parties, then bring me home and punish me for being a tramp. I love every minute of it. My mom won't even allow me to have sex with another guy until he submits to her. I am allowed to play with girls but only fingers and tongues, no toys, unless mommy or daddy is present.”
Suzy and I talked a lot more that night, and I learned so much from her. I wanted to be with her, but she refused, telling me to call her when I became an adult. Ever since that night, I knew I wanted my daddy to be my first and to be his little whore. Thank you for making the reality even better than the fantasy," she said kissing me.
We kiss again and as I pull her on top of me. She rests her head on my chest listening to my heartbeat as my eyes start to close again, still tired from the emotional day and the lack of sleep while underway. I dream about Suzy and her family and other adventures I can enjoy now that my baby girl is my lover.
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