Paul Gentry woke up to the sound of his phone ringing loudly on the nightstand. He reached over and saw his ex wife, Cindy's name. Well, not exactly her name, instead his phone told him that "get ready for fun," was calling, a sarcastically ominous warning to himself of what was ultimately to come should Cindy be on the other end of the line.
He ignored it, hitting silence and turning over. Only a half a minute had passed before it started ringing again, and his eyes shot awake as he listened to the phone jingling over and over again. Then it lapsed back into silence, and he sighed, turning over and closing his eyes once more.
Only when it began to ring for a third time did he bother picking up, with a groan, rubbing his eyes as he sat up, he grabbed the phone and answered it.
"Hello?" He asked, groggy and tired.
"Oh don't tell me you're still in bed, Paul, it's almost noon." Cindy snapped, and Paul rubbed his face.
"I make my own hours, I sleep when I want," Paul informed her for what might be the hundredth time, only to be met with her huffing and hissing. "What is it this time?"
"It- it's-" Cindy stuttered, enraged. "You know damn well what it is, Paul, it's Kristina!"
Paul stood up, climbing out of bed slowly and putting the phone on speaker as he walked into the bathroom.
"Alright, care to be a little bit more specific than that?" He asked, looking at himself in the mirror as he listened to his ex wife squeal with rage.
"It's the same thing, Paul, I keep catching her masturbating, she always wants to go out wearing barely anything at all. Dan caught her masturbating in the living room when he got home and you know what she did? She asked him to fuck her!"
Paul sighed, staring at the mirror.
"I'm sure that's not the case, Cindy, she just-"
"No Paul! No! Ever since the accident, she's become a filthy slut! We've raised her by god's word and now she's let the devil take hold-"
"Cindy would you shut the fuck up with that bullshit?" Paul yelled, taking a break to catch his breath while Cindy stayed silent. "The doctors said this happens every now and then. Head trauma like that can do weird things, she's not fucking possessed by the devil, she's a goddamn nymphomaniac. It's a psychological condition, now would you please stop-"
"Whatever, Paul, whatever. I'm kicking her out. I can't do this anymore!" Cindy sobbed, sniffling and crying. "You'd better be here in the morning, because this is her last night in my home. If you don't want your whore daughter roaming the streets, then she'll be staying with you!"
With that Cindy hung up.
Paul took a deep breath, splashing water on his face and standing up straight. He wasn't bad looking for 36, short, dark brown hair turning grey, he took decent care of himself and while he wasn't chiseled, he had a toned, muscular body.
He picked up the phone again and looked up the number for Beth, his assistant.
"Mr. Gentry's office this is-"
"Beth, it's Paul, look, I'm going to be out today, tomorrow as well. Think you can hold down the fort? Keep those fuck wits in line for me?"
Beth laughed, and Paul smiled, relishing the sound of actual happiness.
"Yes sir, I think I can handle it." She replied.
"Good, and don't let Mark or Shapiro slack on Greenfield, I want all their work emailed to me tonight, and tell them if everything isn't ready by next week, they're in deep shit."
"Yes sir, have fun on your, uh, sabbatical," Beth told him.
"Yeah, I'll try," he joked, then hung up.
It took some time for him to get ready, and by the time he'd showered, eaten, packed an overnight bag and pulled out of the driveway, the sun was already hanging low in the sky.
He drove a few hours in his red Oldsmobile convertible. It was his baby he'd spent years restoring, and getting the chance to take it on the open road was almost worth the hassle of seeing his ex wife.
Their history had been rocky for just about the entirety of his adult life. Teenage lovers, she'd gotten pregnant at a young age and married not long after. They raised their daughter for a few troublesome years as they quickly realized just how different they really were. He grew out of his church youth group phase, where they'd met, and she only grew more and more religious. Everything was an argument, and Cindy always took the self righteous road, turning every little thing into another attempt to save him.
But Paul never really bought into it, he didn't care. Cindy left him a couple years into their marriage and shortly remarried, taking full custody of their daughter much to his chagrin. She'd claimed they'd give her a better life, her new husband was the devout stick in the mud she'd always wanted, and the courts agreed.
While she was attending church functions and their marriage crumbled and their divorce was finalized, Paul's life took a more utilitarian route. He gotten a job at his father's construction company and got his GED and a bachelor's degree in business management in night school. He'd had to work his way up for years, his old man determined not to give him everything in life on a silver platter. About twelve years in his father had a heart attack and despite his constant threats of leaving the company to his coworkers or superiors, Paul found out after the funeral that he'd been his father's sole beneficiary the entire time.
Paul got on average two weeks a year with his daughter, the girl he'd barely recognize when she came to visit, and he'd spend all of his vacation days camping, travelling, and getting reacquainted with the girl he barely knew, and then she'd leave again.
But the ruse had worked, Paul was determined, and in the 6 years since his father's death, he'd turned a simple construction firm into the biggest development company in western Vermont.
And then the accident happened. She'd been with some friends, they'd been drinking, and next thing Paul knows, he's in a hospital room waiting for her to wake up. She was out for a full week, severe blunt trauma to the head, and he thought she was gone forever.
But she'd woken up, and after a few months of rehab, she was back to her normal self, except for one minor setback.
Her head injury had left her with an insatiable sexual appetite. She was masturbating through rehab, playing with herself anytime she thought she was alone. At first it had gone unnoticed, but when she'd finally been caught and confronted and explained what was going on, Paul found out that this sort of thing wasn't exactly impossible so much as it was extremely rare. There were only a couple of other documented cases in history, his daughter was a medical phenomenon.
Cindy and Dan thought they could handle it, they'd rushed Paul home and out of their lives once more. But that's when the phone calls started, Cindy calling him hysterically sobbing about her poor little girl being afflicted, then her sweet daughter giving into temptation, then her lustful child lured into the Devil's trap, and now she was threatening to kick the whore out into the streets for good.
In his mind, Paul knew this day was coming. Cindy could probably count on her fingers the amount of time her and Dan had fucked, Paul imagined she'd bragged about it in church. Having a nympho for a daughter wasn't exactly the plan she'd expected god to have in store for her. Kristina had turned 18 in rehab, and Paul had an inkling Cindy wouldn't keep her around for long.
So here he was, a couple hours away, getting drunk in a hotel room while he yelled at his employees over the phone.
"I don't care what Browning says, get the god damn environmental surveys done over the weekend, I want the plans finished up and ready to present to zoning by next Wednesday." Paul huffed, throwing back a bottle of irish whiskey, then tossing it on the bed.
"Yeah, but-" Sharpiro butt in, and Paul growled.
"No buts! I know you guys have a lot on your plate, but you'll figure it out or else I'll give the entire project to Hastings. Got it?" He threatened, hearing Mark and Shapiro grunt in agreement, and then he took a deep breath and calmed down a little bit.
"Good, you guys can handle this, I wouldn't have put you in charge if I wasn't sure of it. Get your shit together and have it ready by next week, and if everything goes smoothly, we'll all go to Vegas or Mexico or something for the weekend, my treat, ok?"
"OK!" They both shot back in unison, and Paul hung up, grabbing the bottle of whiskey and tossing it back.
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The next morning he woke up early and set out again, putting the hood down to enjoy the summer air as he drove the remaining hour or two to Cindy and Dan's beautiful temple of sanctity.
He pulled up and got out, knocking on the door, and he was met with footsteps and Cindy's beautiful face smiling her fakest, most ostentatious smile. She was still incredibly gorgeous, blonde hair and round curves, big oversized tits she always managed to cover yet still show off, and a nice little ass that was easily shown off in almost any outfit she chose.
"Paul, come in, come in," she beamed, ushering him inside, and Paul walked inside slowly.
Everything was white and from another time, crucifixes and paintings, photographs of a once happy family. Scented candles, the smell of cleaner, it all out Paul on edge, it all brought back haunting memories of their short, tumultuous marriage.
In the living room Dan was seated in his large recliner, staring up at Paul as he entered.
"Paul," Dan greeted him with a warm smile, standing up and towering over him, "how was the drive?"
"Oh, you know, a drive," Paul shrugged, sticking out his hand and letting Dan practically crush it. Paul, by no means, was a short man, but Dan stood at nearly 6' 6". Paul assumed he was supposed to be intimidated, but he never let Dan's stature scare him. Dan had likely never been in a fight in his entire life, and he was a teddy bear compared to his lioness of a wife.
Then Paul saw Kristina, sitting on the couch, hunched over, arms crossed. She was looking away, blushing, trying to avoid him, and Paul's heart sank a little bit.
"Is that any way to greet your old man?" He asked, and Kristina looked up, biting her lip.
"Hi daddy," she whimpered, and Paul smacked her arm playfully, pulling her up onto her feet, putting his hands on her shoulders and smiling as he looked her up and down.
She had bright green eyes and dirty blonde hair, short bangs in front and a little button nose and rosy cheeks. She broke into a smile, wrapping her arms around his hips and burying her face in his hands as he pat her back.
"Alright, let me get your bags, I want to get on the road as soon as possible," Paul smiled, feeling her cling to him a little harder and longer than normal. She pulled back, smiling, and nodded, walking away in her long flower skirt and baggy sweater.
Paul turned to Cindy while Kristina was out of the room and she frowned, shaking her head.
"I just don't know what to do with her anymore, Paul, she's let the devil-"
"Cindy," Paul cut her off, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "it's a fucking medical condition, not the devil."
Cindy opened her mouth to argue but Dan shushed her. He walked over to Paul, towering over him.
"We appreciate you doing this, Paul, we seem to be at our wits end with how to deal with this," Dan confided, then Kristina came back into the room.
"All ready?" Paul asked, grabbing her bags, and she nodded, turning to Cindy and Dan to say their goodbyes while Paul walked her bags to his car.
He tossed them in the tiny back seat and soon she was hurrying out to the car, hopping into the passenger seat and smiling as he pulled out.
"Fuck," Paul groaned, pulling out a cigarette from his hidden stash and lighting it at a stop light. "How you've survived in that house for 18 years is beyond me."
"Daddy! I didn't know you smoked!" Kristina huffed, watching him drag on the cigarette, and he smiled.
"Not every day, only when I'm really stressed out, and, well, seeing your mother, that's about as stressful as it gets for me," He laughed, handing her the cigarette. "Here, a drag won't kill you."
Kristina took the cigarette in her fingers and held it up to her lips, inhaling gingerly and then coughing, her face turning red.
"Relax, relax, you gotta take little puffs, but fuck it," he laughed, plucking the cigarette from her, "What kind of father am I, anyways, letting you smoke? Shit."
Kristina giggled and blushed, crossing her arms and turning away from him.
"How you doin, princess? I bet you're pretty worked up, huh?" Paul asked, putting his hand on her leg, and she grabbed him and held his fingers in her hands, clasping him tightly.
"Yeah, I- I'm just, I don't know, I'm confused," She stammered, and Paul smiled.
Kristina had never been the brightest girl. She'd made alright grades, always did decent in school, but she was no genius. Hell, Paul had almost flunked out of highschool himself, he only got through college by studying for hours and hours on end, he figured book smarts didn't exactly run in the family. But she'd lost a little something in the crash, and she was always stuttering and searching for words.
"That's ok, I'm a little confused myself on why you're wearing that thick ass sweater when it's so hot," Paul joked, and Kristina blushed again.
"Mommy says I need to cover up, because of my, well, I'm-" Kristina stammered, and Paul rolled his eyes.
"Because you inherited your mother's rack? Fuck, she's always showing herself off," Paul laughed, but Kristina shook her head.
"No, usually only when you come around," Kristina replied, and now it was his turn to be a little dumbstruck. Paul blushed, smiling a little, then shook himself out of it.
"Ok, ok, fair enough," Paul laughed. "Well you're not living with your mother anymore, you're living with me, so you can relax a little, I don't think you have anything to be ashamed of."
Kristina smiled, then unbuckled her seatbelt, slipping her sweater off and tossing it in the back seat, and that's when Paul saw them.
It was a rare occasion for him to get a glimpse of his daughter's tits, and here they were, bouncing for him in a white tank top. They were at least DD's, maybe even F's, just amazing in how round, large, and perky they were.
Paul gulped, trying not to stare, and she sat back, strapping in her seatbelt and grabbing his hand.
"You thirsty?" Paul asked, and Kristina nodded. "Let's stop before we hit the highway, grab some drinks and snacks."
"Oh, but can I change out of this skirt first?" She asked.
"Sure, why not," Paul laughed, and she dug through her bag in the back, pulling out some short gym shorts.
Paul watched in utter shock as she pulled her skirt down. He'd figured she would just slip the shorts on and then take the skirt off, but she had other ideas in mind. She shimmied the skirt down, exposing her white, lacey panties, and then turned to him and blushed.
"You're not supposed to watch!" She giggled, smiling at him and making no effort to hurry the process along.
"I, uh, well," Paul stammered, looking up to see a big SUV next to them, an older gentleman in the driver's seat staring down at her in shock, a teenage boy in the back who's eyes were practically popping out of their sockets. "OK, ok, just get dressed, sheesh."
Kristina giggled and pulled her shorts on, and Paul pulled into the next gas station he saw.
He filled up the tank while Kristina bounced inside. He watched her smile and stare at every guy that approached, and as he walked inside he saw her slip into the girl's bathroom.
He picked out a couple drinks, bought her some candies he figured she'd like, then rang them up. It took about 5 or 10 minutes but in that time she was still in the bathroom.
Paul walked up to the door, a line of pissed off women forming outside.
"Kristina," He pounded, getting impatient after a minute or two. "You alright in there?"
"Yeah, daddy," She called, then the door unlatched and she popped out, smiling, but flushed. Her forehead was sweaty and her chest was red. Paul checked inside to make sure she'd been alone, and she had, but he knew what she'd been doing.
"Can we put the top up?" She asked as they walked toward the car. "I'm a little tired of having to yell over the wind."
"Sure thing, princess," Paul smiled, doing as she asked, then they got inside and sped off.
There was a long, drawn out moment of silence before Paul turned to her, looking her up and down.
"You were touching yourself in the bathroom, weren't you?" He asked, and she blushed, turning away and biting her lip.
"It's ok, I'm not your mom, you can talk to me about what's going on." He told her, and she nodded.
"Yes, I was," She whimpered, slowly curling up in a little ball.
"Look, princess, what's going on in your head, your sex drive, it's a medical condition, ok? You don't have to be ashamed about it, you can be honest and open with me, I mean, there's really no way we can just ignore it, right?" He asked, smiling, and he pet her leg, feeling her spread them, hearing her sigh a little, her breath quickening.
"Thank you, daddy," She whispered.
"You're welcome. Is it all the time?" He asked, and she shook her head.
"No, not all the time, but just about. Sometimes I don't think about it, but then it catches me off guard, and I think about it even more." She answered, looking away.
"Are you thinking about it now?" He asked, and she looked up at him, nodding and whimpering a little bit.
"Yeah," She replied, biting her fingernails on one hand and rubbing her stomach with the other.
"Oh," Paul said, a little bit in shock, turning away. "Ok."
They rode on in silence for sometime, and then Paul turned to Kristina and saw tears running down her face.
"Aw, princess, what is it?" He asked, rubbing her leg.
"Can we pull over? Can we stop at another gas station?" She huffed, and Paul looked for a sign but they'd hit the stretch of highway that would be barren for at least another forty five minutes.
"Aw, no, baby, there won't be one for a while. Why?"
Kristina reached into the back and grabbed her sweater, stuffing it in her lap and hiding one of her hands.
"I'm sorry, daddy!" She squealed, then her jaw dropped and she started to groan, arching her back.
"Uh, well, it's, uh, it's ok, princess," Paul told her, rubbing her leg gently as he listened to the sounds of her thrusting her fingers inside her pussy, the wet noises of her fucking herself.
"Oh! Oh!" She gasped, her eyes shooting wide open and staring at him. "Oh! Oh god!" She whimpered, then squealed, groaning as she climaxed, then she slumped back.
They sat in silence, and Paul could smell her pussy juices lingering in the air. She had a sweet fragrance, and his cock grew hard just thinking about her, but he shook it out of his head.
"Thank you, Daddy," She whispered, leaning over the center console and wrapping her arms around his right arm, nuzzling her face against his shoulder.
"It's ok, Princess," Paul told her, taking deep breaths and trying to calm himself.
"Mommy gets so mad at me, she'd have freaked out," she whimpered, and Paul laughed a little.
"Yeah, well, you're mom is kind of full of shit," Paul smiled, and Kristina frowned, looking away.
"No, she's right, the lord looks down on this kind of behavior, I'm nothing but a- a- a whore!" Kristina whimpered, sobbing and sniffling, breaking away from Paul.
"No, no, baby, don't tell me you believe all that crap. It's a medical condition, you can't help it," He told her, rubbing her back, and slowly, she calmed down.She leaned back against him, resting against his arm, and when he looked over, he saw her legs spread, her shorts pushed aside and her fingers rubbing her little pussy, gasping and moaning quietly.
"I'm sorry, daddy," She whimpered, gently pushing her fingers inside. "I'm sorry! I can't help it! I don't want to be- be- be-" She started to groan, getting closer and closer to orgasming. "A WHORE! Oh god! Oh god!"
Paul watched as she came again, fingering herself as she pressed her back against him. There was no fighting the raging erection in his pants, he could practically taste Kristina's little pussy.
"It's ok, baby," Paul told her, and she whimpered, smiling up at him.
"I bet you have a big cock, don't you?" She asked, biting her lip and looking at him, up and down.
"Kristina, I-" Paul started, but she shook herself out of it.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, daddy! Oh god, please, please don't be mad at me!" She sobbed, biting her lip and curling up into a ball.
"Kristina! Kristina!" Paul smiled, rubbing her back, "It's ok, I get it, ok? It's just, well, I'm your father, you know?"
"I know, I know, it's so wrong! Ugh!" She whimpered, shaking her head and turning away. "I'm sorry! I can't help it! And I've, well, I've never seen one before!"
Paul shook his head, smiling.
"You mean to tell me, after all this, that you're still a virgin?" Paul asked, and she nodded her head.
"Yes, I mean, I want to, but I know I shouldn't, I don't want to be another cheap slut!" Kristina sniffled.
"It's ok, baby, you're not a slut, ok?" He told her, and she nodded.
"Ok," She said, and Paul took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
"Can I-" She stammered, "Can I, can I see it?"
Paul stared at her, not really sure of what to do, but his cock was begging to be let out, he was lost in the throes of excitement and he couldn't help it.
"Well, just to look at it? No touching?" Paul asked, and Kristina nodded.
Paul reached down and pulled his cock out, long and thick and stiff, and Kristina stared at it, her mouth dropped.
"Daddy! It's so big!" She gushed. "Are they all that big?"
Paul started to put his cock away but she grabbed his hand, wrapping her fingers around his.
"Well, no, they come in all shapes and sizes," He muttered, and she nodded.
"I think I like yours, it looks, it looks perfect!" She giggled, then turned red.
"Kristina, I don't know if-"
"Oh! I know! I know! Oh god! I'm such a whore!" She sobbed, turning away. "I don't mean to corrupt you! To turn you bad, like I am!"
Paul couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.
"Kristina, you can't corrupt me, I fuck women all the time," He laughed, and she looked up at him, her eyes full of hope.
"Then will you fuck me?" She begged, grabbing his hand and pressing it against her pussy, warm, her juices practically soaking through her panties and shorts.
"Oh, baby, I don't know if that's such a good idea, you're my-"
"But Daddy! Please! It's ok! It's in the bible! Lot had sex with his daughters!" She squealed, pushing the hair out of her face. "And if it's you, I won't have to feel like a whore! I'll just be a good daughter for you, pleasing you!"
Paul blushed, closing his eyes and pulling his hand away from her, grabbing the gatorade he'd bought and chugging it voraciously.
"Kristina, I don't know if that's-"
"Oh! I know! Oh daddy! I'm sorry!" Kristina whimpered, curling up again, huffing and puffing. "I'm so sorry! You wouldn't want to be with a filthy slut like me, I know I'm not good enough for you!"
Paul closed his eyes. He felt terrible, ashamed of making his sweet little daughter cry, ashamed of wanting her body so bad.
"No, princess, it's not like that," He told her, rubbing her leg. "Here," he said, grabbing her hand and placing it on his cock, groaning as her little fingers gripped his dick and started stroking him, gently.
"Oh! Oh wow! It's so hard!" She muttered, staring down at his cock with her lips parted.
"Yeah, well, I can't help it, I'm sorry, it's wrong, baby, but you have such a beautiful body."
"I do?" Kristina bounced, letting go and sitting back. "Mommy said I should be ashamed of my body, because of how it makes men lust after me."
"Yeah, well, you know how I feel about your mom," Paul laughed, then stared in shock as Kristina pulled her tank top over her head and pulled her shorts and panties down, completely naked except for her little bright pink running shoes.
"Jesus Christ," Paul moaned, watching his daughter's tits flop out from under her shirt and bounce around, perfectly round and perky, her little nipples standing up, hard and begging to be squeezed.
"Do you like it, daddy?" She asked, and Paul's eyes devoured her, barely able to keep his car running straight. With careful attention to the road, he looked down past her tits to her little round belly, her thin waist, and her large hips and legs, her little pussy covered by a bush of bright blond hair.
"Well, yeah, of course I do, princess, you're beautiful," Paul told her, turning back to the road.
"Oh! Thank you, Daddy!" Kristina gushed, bending over and grabbing his cock, quietly examining it, huffing and puffing quietly as she climbed up on her seat, on her hands and knees, bending over and stroking him slowly.
"It feels so nice," she hummed, biting her lip and looking up at Paul, who was sweating profusely, albeit trying to keep a calm demeanor. "Does it feel good when I stroke it like that?"
"Yes, princess," Paul told her, running his hand along her back, feeling her smooth skin before landing his hand on her ass, groping her left cheek and squeezing tightly.
"Oh! Daddy, that feels so good," Kristina whimpered, shaking her ass and bending forward, kissing the tip of his cock, licking it and humming. "Can I suck on it?"
Paul was crossing into some seriously foul territory but he couldn't help himself. Here he was, with his naked daughter, just begging to please him, and her mouth was so close to his dick he could feel her breath. There was nothing left to do, there was nothing he could do.
"Yes, princess, put my cock in your mouth and shove it as far down your throat as you can," he told her, and she opened up for him, sticking out her tongue and forcing his cock down her throat. She pressed down on it, hard, getting halfway before she gagged, then coming back up for air.
"Oh!" She whimpered, "It's so big!"
"Yeah, it's ok if you can't-"
"No! I can, hold on," she said, composing herself, then taking a deep breath and going down again, this time getting almost all the way down before she came back. "Do you like that?"
"Yes, baby," Paul told her, pulling her closer so his fingers could rub against her pussy, feeling her warm juices leaking out at his touch.
"Oh! Thank you, daddy," she whispered, then shoved his cock down her throat again, this time holding it down, then bobbing up and down, gagging and drooling on his cock, but hungrily slobbering and sucking on him, seemingly relishing every second of it.
"Oh, daddy, I love your big cock!" She gushed, licking it and kissing the tip. Paul pressed his fingers inside her tight little pussy, and she shuddered, whimpering as she bobbed her head up and down.
"Oh fuck," Paul moaned, feeling his dick explode down her throat, shooting hot cum in her mouth. She pulled back, caught unaware, and got a face full of jizz, then opened back up and went back to work, sucking and slurping up every last drop.
"Did you just orgasm?" She asked, smiling, wiping his jizz from her face and licking it off her fingers.
"Yes, baby, fuck," Paul laughed, shaking his head.
"So you liked that?" She asked sheepishly, and Paul nodded. "Can I, uh, well, can I suck it some more?"
Paul exhaled, rolling his eyes in disbelief.
"No, not for now, princess," he told her, stuffing his cock away, and she whimpered, but he pat her cheek lightly and she leaned back over the console, resting her head in his lap and spreading her legs for his hand. "Daddy needs a little break."
"Ok, daddy," She purred as Paul fingered her pussy from behind, spanking her lightly while she whimpered and clung to him. "Oh god, oh wow!"
"You like that, princess?" He asked, and she whimpered yes, then clung even tighter.
"Oh! It's happening! I'm going to- I'm going to-" and then she broke, her tight little pussy climaxing and squeezing his fingers, burying her face in his lap as she groaned and whimpered, then relaxing.
"Th-thank you daddy," she whimpered, and he pet her, rubbing her back.
"You're welcome, princess," Paul replied, turning on the radio and letting her rest.
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They got home a little later in the evening, Kristina fast asleep in his lap, and Paul pulled into the garage, picking her up out of the car and carrying her to his guest bedroom. She was beautiful, clinging to him quietly, trying to pull him into bed with her, but he wrapped her up in blankets and turned out the lights, letting her rest.
He sat down on the couch, shaking his head. What was he getting himself into? What kind of father was he?
But in truth, he wasn't much of a father at all. He'd always loved Kristina, but he'd never really had any hand in raising her, Cindy had seen to that, and she was right, for however restrictive and religious her and Dan were, they did an alright job taking care of Kristina and bringing her up, albeit a little sheltered and kooky. Paul had always been on the sidelines, the dad that shows up for a week or two every year, sends cards for birthday and christmas.
And now, here he was, getting a second chance, a chance to take care of her and see to her needs, and he was blowing it. Or was he? Was there something he wasn't seeing? Maybe this lust of hers, this medical condition, would need to be satiated one way or the other, and the safest, most responsible person to take care of her was him.
Paul shrugged it off, getting up and going to the garage. He got in his car and left, hoping Kristina would stay asleep, at least until he got home.
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Kristina woke up in an unfamiliar surrounding. It was morning and she was scared, but then she'd remembered the car ride, her father's soft embrace, and she recognized the room she was in. She'd slept in it many times before, she was safe in his house.
She got up and walked out, coming down the stairs to find Paul sitting on the livingroom couch, a couple big bags at his feet, pulling apart some boxes and packs of batteries.
"Hi daddy," She smiled, and he looked up at her, blushing.
"Sheesh, I forgot you were naked, hold on," He told her, jumping up and disappearing, then reappearing with an oversized t-shirt, tossing it at her. "Here, cover up, I can't have you walking around naked all the time."
Kristina blushed, pulling the shirt over, just barely big enough to cover her ass.
"Ok, daddy!" She smiled, sitting down next to him. "What is all this?"
Paul smiled, reaching in the bag and grabbing a big dildo with a suction cup on the end, handing it to her and watching her eyes grow wide and her cheeks turn red.
"I went and got you a few things, you know, to help with your, uh, condition," He smiled.
"Oh, wow!" She gasped, then turned to the bag and the contents on the table. She giggled, looking through the toys: vibrators, big and small, some battery operated, one large one that had a seperate, smaller vibrator for her ass, dildos and plugs and anal beads. "Oh Daddy, thank you!"
She lunged forward, wrapping her arms around him. Kissing his cheeks over and over again.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She gushed, pulling back and grabbing a plug, staring at it, perplexed, "What's this?"
"Well," Paul smiled, "It's called a plug, it's for your ass. Not sure if you'll like it, but who knows."
Kristina's eyes grew wide.
"People like that?" She asked, almost in shock, the epiphany that she had another hole ready for fucking filling her with glee.
"Well, yeah, and you might too," Paul laughed, "And these are-"
But Kristina wasn't paying much attention, as she lunged forward and grabbed the plug, leaning back in her seat and spreading her legs. She tried to press it inside, wincing with pain, and Paul reached over, grabbing the plug.
"It'll definitely help if you lube it up first," he told her, grabbing a bottle of lube and squirting a thick glob on it. He rubbed it all over the plug and began to hand it to her but she just leaned back and spread her legs, her tight little ass hole sticking out at him underneath her little blonde bush.
"Will you help me?" She asked, blushing, and Paul smiled, kneeling down beside her and pressing the plug against her hole.
"It's going to hurt a little at first, then it'll fit in nice and snug, ok baby?" He asked, and she whimpered, nodding.
Paul pushed the tip inside her, spreading her ass until it was growing wider. Kristina huffed a little, a worried look in her eyes, her jaw dropped in fear, before the plug pushed through it's widest point and her tight little anus secured itself around the base.
"Oh!" She gasped, fluttering her eyes a little bit.
"Are you ok?" Paul asked, petting her, and she nodded a little bit.
"Um, um, yes," she whimpered, turning beet red. "Oh! Daddy! Can I play with myself? Please?"
Paul smiled, grabbing one of the smaller vibrators he'd already filled with batteries and turning it on, handing it to her. She stared at it, puzzled, then looked up at him.
"Put it on your clit," Paul told her, and she did as she was told, her jaw dropping and her eyes widening with shock as soon as it first touched her pussy.
"Oh! Oh! Oh god!" She moaned, shaking her head from side to side. "Oh god! Daddy! I'm gonna- I'm gonna-" And then it hit her, knocking her back on the couch while she groaned, drooling, her eyes rolling back in her head as she came, shaking and quivering. She stared at Paul, biting her lip and squealing quietly, a frantic look on her face.
"Oh! It's happening again!" She groaned, shaking her head as she shoved two fingers inside her pussy. Paul watched her, smiling, his cock rock hard inside his pants, and she looked down at it.
"Daddy! Daddy! Please, may I suck your cock?" She begged, and Paul nodded, pulling his cock out. She lunged for it, shoving it down her throat and bobbing her head up and down, lying on her stomach so she could better play with herself while she sucked him off.
Paul leaned back, relaxing while Kristina forcefully deepthroated his cock, gagging and drooling all over his pants, cumming again and again, until Paul couldn't help himself. He grabbed her head and shoved her all the way down his cock, then shot his load down her throat while she squirmed and groaned. He let go of her but her head didn't come up, she stayed down, gagging and choking for a moment, before coming up for air.
"Oh Daddy! Thank you!" She gasped, cum dripping down her chin, then she reached up and gathered it all on two fingers, sucking it off. She smiled, then leaned down again, licking his cock clean. "Oh! It's happening again!"
Paul watched as she came again, and again. She put her face down in his lap, whimpering and sobbing a little while she played with her clit. Paul lost track of how many times she came, finally getting hungry.
"I'm going to go cook us some breakfast, you're only allowed to cum five more times, then come in the kitchen," he told her.
"Mhm!" She panted, nodding her head.
Paul made bacon, eggs, and toast, and by the time he'd finished, Kristina was bouncing into the room, completely naked again, beaming with joy.
"Hey, what did I tell you about walking around naked?" Paul smiled, putting his plate in front of her, and she giggled.
"But I like it! Don't you like seeing my body?" She asked, and Paul nodded as he stared at her large breasts bouncing up and down.
"Yeah, yeah, I guess I do," Paul laughed, sitting down and joining her for breakfast.
"So we're going to run a few errands today, ok?" Paul told her, taking a bite off of his bacon, and Kristina smiled.
"What kind of errands?" She asked, chewing her eggs.
"Well, first off, we need to get you to a doctor so he can prescribe you some birth control," Paul told her, and she stared up at him.
"Does- does that mean you're going to, um, well, will you-" She stammered, and Paul nodded.
"It's only a matter of time before I or somebody ends up giving you what you want, and lord knows I'm too young for grandkids," Paul laughed, and Kristina blushed.
"Thank you, daddy," she whispered.
"And then I was thinking we'd get you waxed? You have a cute little bush, but I prefer my women hairless," Paul told her, and she looked away, nodding.
"Ok," She whispered.
"And then afterwards, how about I take you shopping?" Paul asked, and Kristina looked up at him, a wide smile etched on her face.
"Really?" She beamed, and Paul nodded.
"Sure, can't have you walking around in all those puritan looking skirts anymore. You're a woman, you can decide how you want to dress," Paul told her, and she squealed, jumping up and pouncing into his lap, bouncing up and down.
"Oh! Thank you, daddy! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She giggled, kissing his cheek and neck and lips. "You're the best daddy in the entire world!"
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It had been a long day, and they were finally at the mall. Paul had managed to find a clinic open on Saturdays, he'd paid for a full body wax, which Kristina had powered through, seemingly enjoying the pain, and now he was following her from store to store, large shopping bags in each hand.
"Kristina, baby, I'm getting tired," he finally admitted, and she looked up at him, frowning. They'd been to almost every store, and he'd bought her every little thing she'd asked for, jewelry, skirts, pants, shirts, dresses, even lingerie, panties, bras, nighties, and it was getting late in the day.
"Just one more store, daddy!" She begged, making a little pouty face, and Paul rolled his eyes.
"Fuck, you're insatiable," Paul laughed, and Kristina giggled. "Ok, ok, but I'm going to get some coffee. I'll meet you back here in maybe half an hour? Think you can handle being by yourself that long?"
Kristina rolled her eyes, then smiled.
"Of course!" She laughed, turning towards the store. "I'll see you soon!"
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Adam Mansfield had been working in this particular store for a couple months. It was a chain, like all the others in the mall, and they catered to the hip crowd, carrying all the latest fashions. He was expected to wear their clothes, dress like a hipster, and put on an air of being friendly but too cool to help at the same time.
And today wasn't his day.
He'd spent the better part of the morning arguing with his girlfriend via text, the afternoon getting nagged at by his boss, and now, only an hour or two away from the end of his shift, he was getting restless and annoyed.
He was making his usual rounds when he decided to do a walk through of the dressing rooms, check for discarded clothes, make sure nobody was doing anything weird, the usual. He'd caught a guy jerking off once, he'd heard rumors or couples fucking, but had never seen it himself. He was only at the third door when he heard something strange.
There was a buzzing, like a cell phone vibrating, but it was constant, and quiet huffing and puffing, whimpering almost. He turned to the door it was coming from, listening intently, hearing someone groan with pleasure, quiet, but not quiet enough.
He looked around, making sure nobody was near him, then he pressed his face up against the crack in the frame.
There, inside, was a girl sitting on the bench, completely naked, her legs spread. Her flesh was pale and red, her body was arching and grinding, in her hand he could see her vibrator, and underneath that, something protruding out from her ass.Adam took a step back, flushed, unsure of what to do. It was one thing when some creepy dude jerked off in the dressers, usually on some panties they'd found, but this was something he wasn't exactly ready for, it wasn't the norm.
He thought about his girlfriend, their fight, his annoying boss, his shitty day, and then he thought about the girl in there, just begging to get fucked. She was beautiful, she had a look of innocence, even while she was playing with herself. He wanted her.
"Fuck it," he whispered to himself, grabbing the handle, opening the door, and walking in.
Kristina's jaw dropped at the sight of him. He had a name tag, he worked here. She was shocked, silenced, she thought she was in trouble, and she didn't know what to do. She stared at him, holding the vibrator against her clit, then she looked down, seeing his swollen cock sticking out of his pants, his hand stroking it.
"Oh! No! No!" She whispered, shaking her head, but he didn't care. He walked forward, grabbing her hair and shoving his cock down her throat.
She wiggled, squirming and fighting it, but the vibrator was still on her clit. She was flushed, shocked with mixed emotions, feeling humiliated and used, violated, and worst of all, she was orgasming.
She hummed, trying to push away, but Adam was throatfucking her mercilessly. He wasn't like her daddy, he wasn't gentle, he just rammed his cock down her throat, over and over again, pushing her face into his crotch and relishing the sound of her gagging and drooling all over herself, before groaning and exploding in her mouth, filling her up with cum before pulling out and zipping up.
"Hurry up and get dressed and get out," he told her, emotionless. "And don't let me catch you in this store again, or next time I'll be fucking your pussy."
Then he was gone.
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When Paul came back to the store, Christina was coming out of the dressing rooms, a giant assortment of clothes in her hands, her face burning beet red.
"Find everything you want?" Paul smiled, grabbing some of the clothes from her.
"Um, uh, yes, daddy," she told him, meekly, and Paul ushered her to the front of the store.
"Good," he smiled, heading towards the only available cashier.
Kristina stopped dead in her tracks. The man at the cashier was the same man from the dressing room, staring at her intently as she stood there.
"Well?" Paul called to her, putting her clothes in front of Adam, "Come on, I'm ready to go."
Kristina walked forward, putting the rest of her findings on the counter, and Adam smiled as she looked away, embarrassed.
"How did you find everything?" He asked her, and she tried to muster the courage to answer.
"Um, fine, just fine," she almost whispered, and Paul pat her back.
"Taking your girlfriend shopping?" Adam asked, and Paul laughed.
"Girlfriend, oh no, I'm her father," he smiled. And Paul stared at Kristina, bagging up her garments.
"Well, come back anytime," he said, winking at Kristina as she grabbed some of her bags, then hurrying away.
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"Daddy?" Kristina asked at the dinner table, pushing around her food and taking small bites. She was wearing one of her new outfits already, tight, short shorts which did nothing but accentuate her round, perky ass, and a white and pink polka dotted blouse that could barely contain her large, oversized tits.
"Yes, princess?" Paul asked, scarfing down his food as he looked through emails on his phone.
"Um, thank you, for taking me shopping, and, well, everything," she stammered, and Paul looked up, smiling.
"You're welcome, baby," Paul told her, turning back to his phone.
"And, um, daddy?" Kristina asked again, and Paul looked up.
"Yes baby?" He asked, smiling and staring her in the eyes.
"Do you, uh, do you think I'm a slut?" She asked, and Paul smiled, setting his phone down and pulling his chair up next to her, rubbing her arm.
"Aw, no, baby, you're not a slut. You just, well, it's complicated, you have a high sex drive, it's a medical condition. I mean, who cares? Even if you are a slut. You're my little princess, I'll always love you," he smiled, leaning forward and kissing the top of her head.
"Yeah, well, it's just," Kristina stammered, looking away. "I know I am, I know I'm a slut now."
She started to tear up, and Paul grabbed her, pulling her into his lap, stroking her back and rocking her gently.
"It's ok, baby, we'll figure out a way to make this work, you'll be happy, I promise," he assured her, and she nodded, sniffing and brushing away her tears.
"Yeah, well, it's just, I just, I feel so dirty sometimes, and you're so nice and sweet, but it doesn't feel right. I'm- I'm being bad, I should be punished for being such a slut!"
She started sobbing, clinging tightly to Paul, and he held her, rocking her back and forth.
"No you don't, baby, you can't help it, you-"
"I could! But I'm weak!" She argued, kissing his neck, grinding her body against his, crying and gasping. "I don't like feeling like this, I should be punished for being so bad!"
Paul pulled her back, staring into her eyes, a perplexed look on his face.
"You mean you want to be punished?" He asked, shaking his head.
"Yes!" Kristina sobbed. She stood up and pushed the plates on the table away, leaning over it and unzipping her short, tight jean shorts. She let them fall down around her ankles, a new pair of pink panties clinging tightly to her round ass.
"You should punish me!" She begged, leaning down on the table, shaking her ass. "Please! Then I won't have to feel so bad, I'll know I've gotten what I deserve!"
Paul stared at her, shaking her bare ass, trembling, and he couldn't understand what had come over her.
"But baby, you don't deserve to be punished for-"
"Please! Daddy! Please! I've been a dirty little slut and I need to be punished!" Kristina sobbed, covering her face with both hands.
"Jesus," Paul groaned, standing up. "Your mother's really done a number on you, hasn't she?"
Kristina stood there, sniffling and sobbing quietly. Paul shook his head, then shrugged a little. He reached forward and grabbed her hair, bringing her face up to his.
"Is that what you need? You're just a filthy little whore that needs to be punished?" Paul asked, pulling her shirt down and exposing her tits, slapping one of them gently.
"Yes! Daddy! Yes! Harder!" She squealed, and he slapped her other tit, this time pretty roughly.
"Like that? Does daddy need to abuse you every day?" He asked, and she nodded. Paul slapped her face and her jaw dropped, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Yes, daddy, please, just like that," she whispered, bending back over the table.
Paul grabbed her ass, squeezing it, then he spanked her.
"Oof!" She bounced, squealing a little, then he hit her again.
"Yes! Daddy! Yes! I've been such a filthy slut! I'm sorry!" She whimpered, and he hit her again and again, the smacks getting harder every time.
"Sorry means it won't happen again!" Paul yelled, smacking her ass so hard she let out a soft scream. "But we both know you're a filthy little whore that loves cock, aren't you?"
He hit her again, her ass turning bright red.
"Yes!" She sobbed, "Yes, I'm just a filthy whore! I'm sorry, daddy! I'm sorry for being such a whore! I can't help it!"
Paul pulled off his belt and started whipping her. Her knees buckled and she started sobbing louder and louder, crying and almost screaming at every hit.
"Tell me what a filthy little cock loving whore you are!" Paul yelled, and she nodded.
"I'm a filthy whore! Daddy, I love cock so much! I love cock! Please! Harder!"
Paul grabbed the belt and hit her almost as hard as he could, again and again, until her flesh was turning dark shades of red and purple. She cried, sobbing and squirming, but she never once asked him to stop. She just kept pleading for him to continue, to punish her even worse.
"Please! Daddy! I'm a filthy whore! I'm your whore! I need you to punish me!" She gasped, and Paul let loose, smacking his belt on her ass until his arm was tired, then he sat down and she slumped to the floor, curling up in a little ball at his feet while she whimpered and cried.
Finally she sat up, crawling over to him, completely undressing herself. Paul looked at her body, shaking his head at how much he wanted her. She stripped herself naked then unbuttoned his pants, pulling his hard cock out and stroking it.
"Oh! Daddy! Thank you! Thank you!" She whispered in between huffing and puffing, tears still streaming. "Oh god! You're so good, you're so good to me daddy! And I love your cock! Sooooo much!"
She stared at his cock hungrily as she stroked him, biting her lip.
"Can I please put your cock in my mouth?" She begged, staring up at him with big, sad, puppy dog eyes.
"Yes, baby, you can put your cock in my mouth," he told her, and she shoved his dick down her throat, gobbling him up as she slurped and sucked, staring at him.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, letting her deepthroat him while he leaned back. She was getting better, she grabbed his hips and forced her face down into his crotch, forcing his dick deep inside her, then gagging and choking, pulling back, spit and drool gushing out of her mouth.
"Oh! Daddy!" She gasped, then she turned around, putting her face on the floor and raising her ass in the air.
"What? I really don't think I should spank your ass anymore, baby, it's getting-"
"No," She moaned, cutting him off. "Please! Please just fuck me! You can fuck me anywhere you want! Please!"
Paul watched as she pulled the plug out, her ass gaping in front of him, her pussy dripping with juices, wet and ready for his cock.
"Please! Daddy! Please!" She begged, covering her face with her hands in shame, sticking her ass up like an animal, shaking and quivering.
"You sure this is what you want?" Paul asked, stroking himself off.
"Yes daddy! I'll do anything for your cock! I'll be your little slut daughter! You can fuck me whenever you want!" She groaned, one of her hands reaching in between her legs and rubbing her clit. "Oh god! Anywhere! Fuck me! Please! Do whatever you want to me!"
Paul stood up, grabbing her ass cheek and shoving his cock inside her pussy. He felt a little resistance at first but it was nothing compared to the force which he started pounding her.
"Oh god! Yes!" Kristina screamed, pushing her ass back against him as he rode her. "Yes! YES! I'm your whore! Daddy! I'm your whore!"
Paul rode her as she started to climax, her pussy muscles contracting and pushing him out as she squirt all over the floor.
"Oh god! Oh! I'm sorry, daddy!" She screamed, sobbing and whimpering, rubbing her clit while he fucked her.
"You dirty little whore!" Paul yelled, spanking her bruised ass, then pulling her by her waist backwards and pushing her face down in the puddle. "Look at this mess!"
He grabbed her hair and rubbed her face in her own juices, and she cried out as she came again, this time a small dribble trailing down her legs.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She gasped, moaning. "I'll be good! I'll clean it up!"
Paul watched with excitement as she began licking the floor, slurping up her juices, rubbing her hands in the puddle then smearing it all over her face.
"Like that? Like that, daddy?" She gasped, orgasming again. "Oh! Oh! Am I- am I being- being- g- g- g- good for you?"
She started to cum again, and Paul smiled, spanking her ass.
"Yes, baby, you're being a good little whore for me," he groaned, then he pulled out his cock, slick with her juices, and spit on her ass, the large glob trickling down her crack and into her gaping ass.
"Are you ready for my cock in your ass?" He asked, her and she whimpered.
"Yes! Please! Fuck me anywhere!" She begged, shaking her ass from side to side. "Use me, all of my holes belong to you!"
Paul pressed his dick into her ass and she moaned as she took his cock inside her, panting and gasping as he thrust his dick all the way in. Her ass was tight, tighter than her pussy, and Paul started riding her harder and harder while she groaned.
"That's it! That's it! I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum again!" She screamed, and then moaned, climaxing as he fucked her ass.
"Oh fuck," John moaned as his hips buckled and he groaned, pulling her body against him as his cock began shooting load after load of cum inside her ass.
"Fuck!" He moaned, finally pulling out and sitting up on his chair, grabbing his glass of water and drinking it voraciously.
"Oh! Oh daddy! Thank you!" She panted, rubbing her clit. "Thank you for your cum! I can feel it inside me! Oh, fuck daddy! It feels so good!"
Paul leaned back, catching his breath.
"Good girl," he groaned, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Now go take a shower, I'll expect you in my room in a half an hour."