Bossy Daughter Ch 01

Kristy was 19 years old and still had one year left to finish high school. After arguing with her mother about her recent failure, she had decided to move out and live in a small apartment with two friends. The problem was that Kristy did not want to start working and share expenses with her roommates. The girls said she was somewhat lazy, and they would not let her live with them unless she got a job. Kristy chose to go to her father's house in New Haven and attend school near his house so she could finally graduate. She missed San Francisco at first but preferred to live in a new city supported by her father rather than work in her hometown.

Kristy's father was forty-four years old. He was calm, indulgent and not too grumpy. He also gave her daughter the best and biggest bedroom in his apartment because he was happy she was going to live with him for a while. Kristy had many reasons to be entirely satisfied with her new life since she loved her school in Connecticut and she started dating a very handsome guy in her class.

However, she faced a big problem when she realized that although her Dad was very neat, his apartment was a little messy. The girl started to tell off her father:

"Why don't you hire a housekeeper to clean up our apartment? Why aren't you

fucking

careful with your things, daddy?"

Thomas stared at his daughter astonished with her anger. He remembered Kristy was sweet and quiet. However, he had lived with her until she was twelve years old. His daughter had changed a lot after seven years. She was temperamental and had become anxious developing the habit of yelling after her parents split.

Kristy had long brown hair, and her face radiated beauty with a peculiar charm when she stared at people with her light brown eyes. Those eyes were imperious and authoritarian, though. She said:

"My room must be the only organized space around here! I'll tell you what you have to do, daddy. You have

three days

to tidy up this place."

"I thought since you're so tidy and careful, you could clean up the place once you're living here with me," Thomas muttered, and Kristy snorted:

"You must have gone nuts if you think I'm going to be your maid,

papa.

This is the twenty-first century. In modern society, women should not be expected to handle all household chores. You are the

only

one responsible for straightening things out in this home! And if you don't, I'll get out of here and won't talk to you anymore!"

The man put up his hands defensively and agreed. Kristy left the living room, making her father feel sad and wimpy. He was afraid of his own daughter, terrified that she could ditch him just the way his ex-wife had done.

That week was hard for Thomas and Kristy. The man hired a housekeeper to clean up the house, and then he tried to keep things in order after everything was neat and tidy. Kristy did not even thank her father when she saw that the apartment was clean. She was busy crying because she had seen her boyfriend kissing a blonde girl who had just joined their classroom. She screamed at him:

"How could

you?

How could you do this to me?" Her light brown eyes flared with anger while the guy shook his head:

"What are you talking about? What've I done?"

"You know what you've done! I

hate

you!"

Then Kristy turned her back at the man she had loved and never talked to him again. She had been miserable for three days, and her father realized it, but the girl did not tell him what had happened when he asked her. On the fourth day, both father and daughter were watching a movie together with popcorn, and Kristy cursed when the main character said he would love his partner forever after. Thomas insisted to know why she was so mad:

"My boyfriend-

ex-

I mean. He cheated on me and I broke up with him."

"I never knew you had a boyfriend!" Thomas crossed his arm. "You should focus on your studies instead of flirting around!"

"Shut up, Dad!" She screamed and nearly slapped his arm." I had only one person, and you stay out of my personal affairs. Is this the twenty-first century or what?"

"Kristy, if you shout at me again," he lifted his finger, but she stood up on the sofa:

"What? You are raising your voice at

me

, daddy, and if you don't

stop

, I'll leave this house and

never

talk to you again!"

"I'm

sorry,

sweetie. I'm really sorry I was unfair to you." Thomas put his hands down nearly shaking, and Kristy sat back on the sofa with a triumphant grin. It was too easy because her father was not as strict as her mother was, and she decided to sit on his lap to show him she appreciated that he had apologized. With his daughter on his lap, Thomas smelled her perfume and became aware of how beautiful she looked and how that contact gave him a forbidden feeling. He sighed. He could not help having a boner. He breathed deeply hoping it would go back down. She looked at him and smiled and as she spoke, he was sure and relieved she was unaware of what was going on.

"It's been a while since I didn't sit on your lap, and we had a daddy-daughter talk, pa. That's because you've never been as present as Mom. I guess it's never late to start, though."

"Yes, I should've been more present, I really..."

"Why do you sound so nervous, Dad?" Kristy frowned and put her hand on her father's shoulder. "I could tell there's something wrong with you, and I thought I was miserable because of my relationship, but you..." She moved on his lap and put some ass pressure against his dick. Then the girl moved again to settle into his lap and felt something poking her. She suddenly jerked away: "Hey, Dad, what

is

that?" Kristy complained as she made a face and stared at him. His heart was pounding like crazy:

"Nothing. I mean..."

"Daddy, I felt

it

on my back. Why were you thinking of your girlfriend right

now?

I thought we were having a nice conversation together and..."

"No, I was not thinking of

anyone

and I don't have anybody. I swear!" He panicked, and Kristy frowned again:

"You don't have anybody, daddy. You mean, was

it

random?" Kristy knelt in front of her father, and he looked at her intrigued beautiful eyes. "But you should have a partner. I know men go crazy if they've been alone for a long time. Let me see that, Dad." She touched his pants and Thomas had a shiver:

"

See

what? Are you insane?" The man yelled and she glared at him:

"What is your problem? I'm your

daughter

and it's natural I get worried about you. Don't be squeamish please!" Kristy pulled down his pants, saw his boner underwear, and had a tight grip on it. "Oh,

no

, daddy, you have a big

problem

here."

"Kristy, if you don't let go of me, I'll..."

"Shut up, Daddy. You started that when we were cuddling innocently in the first place." Kristy removed her father's boxers and a huge thick cock popped out. Its head was so red and seemed to throb as the girl stared at it. She grabbed the hard shaft and squeezed it gently. Thomas felt even harder. "Wow, Dad, your penis is

so

big. The biggest member I've ever seen in my entire life, and, boy, I've seen some."

"What? What do you mean you've

seen some

? You shouldn't have seen

any

!" He frowned in a mix of pleasure and distress, and Kristy shook her head:

"You drive me crazy with how square you are, Daddy! This is the twenty-first century. Women can do whatever they want. Now, you should relieve yourself. That's an embarrassing situation for you and for me because we can't have a nice conversation if you are in this terrible state."

"Yes, you are right. Let me go to the bathroom and take a shower," he said trying to stand up.

"Shoo, did I say you could

go?

Don't move, Dad," Kristy ordered still grabbing his cock. "Since I am here with you, I could help you, don't you think?" She looked earnestly at him and started to give him a handjob.

"Are you sure that's a good idea? We're family and..."

"Exactly because we're family, there should be no secrets between us."

The girl went on jerking him off hard now, and the man relaxed and enjoyed her soft and warm hands, a lady's hand touching his penis after such a long time. It felt awesome even he knew it was wrong. He saw his daughter stroking his cock by moving it up and down fast. He came quickly; his sperm jumped out of his cock and got Kristy's hands all wet. She stopped and looked in awe at the cum sticking in between her fingers. Thomas stood up and ran to the bathroom: "I am sorry about that, Kristy. I'm

really sorry.

We have to

forget

all about it!"

Then she heard the bathroom slam and gazed at her daddy's cum on her small hands. She sucked on her fingers tasting her father's warm and salty liquid. She whispered, her mouth slurping: "I don't want to forget it."

The next day, Kristy was smiling when she got in her classroom and approached her ex-boyfriend's desk. "Hi there. I've just come to say I thank you for making me break up with you." Then she whispered in his ear. "Guess why,

small dick!"

"Because you're a

whore

, that's why," he replied fiercely, and she spat on him:

"I'm just a woman from the twenty-first century who deserves more than a fucking cheater like you!"

Kristy returned home cheerfully, but she stopped laughing when she saw the apartment getting into a mess again. She came into her father's bedroom without knocking and did not realize he was uneasy when he saw her.

"This place is getting into a

pigtail

again, daddy! Make sure the housekeeper will clean up

everything

by the time I get home tomorrow. I won't say it twice!"

She slammed the door, and Thomas heaved a sigh of relief. Things had turned back to normal again. The next day, the apartment was tidy, but his daughter did not praise him. She said instead: "Tomorrow you're taking me to school, daddy, so please get ready at six in the morning."

"

Six

in the morning? I thought you carpooled to go to school." Thomas was gloomy."

"I did, with my ex-boyfriend's friend. She got mad at me, claiming that I hurt his feelings." Kristy pronounced the last words sarcastically and her father blinked.

"Okay, why don't you use that ride-sharing service?"

"I don't like that service. If you don't want to wake up early, just lend me the car!" She said impatiently, and he shook his head.

"Never mind. I'll drive you to school."

"Of course you will. Good night, Dad."

Thomas lowered his head when Kristy left his room. He thought she was probably mad at him because of what had happened between them. She might be feeling as guilty as he was. She probably blamed him since he was older and should have stopped her. He drove her to school and surprisingly she thanked him by kissing his face. He thought she was not angry after all. He got used to getting up early and driving her to school every day. Things had gone back to normal until Saturday. Thomas was at his desk in the office when Kristy knocked the door and went in. She was wearing a green dress and her shoulders were showing:

"Hello, Dad," she said cheerfully and came close. He soon breathed her smell. It was nice perfume. She leaned and cuddled him, kissed his cheek. "You have been so nice this week. The apartment is clean; you've driven me to school and offered me some money. I like that. I mean, you were not a present father in the past, but you're making up for it now." She smiled and her face was adorable. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I like you so much," she whispered in his ear, and Thomas panicked. That forbidden feeling again and her presence was making him hard.

"Okay, Kristy. I have to work now. Can we talk later?"

"What's the matter, daddy? You want me to leave now that we are getting along so well. You look kind of nervous. What is the problem? Oh, I know what the problem is."

She grabbed his erection through his pants and he felt a chill:

"Kristy! Don't do

that!

" Thomas protested. He thought he was going to burst.

"Don't give me that, Dad! We know what is

going on

here. Come on. Zip it down."

"Kristy, are you

insane?

What the hell are you talking about?"

"I want to see it, Daddy. I said

zip down.

I am not asking. I am

telling

you to do it

now!

" She screamed, and he blushed. Thomas turned as red as a beet.

"Kristy, listen to me," the man replied quietly. "I just should not do that."

"Yes, you

should.

You're not a saint. Unless it is soft. Then I'll turn back and leave the room. If it is not, I'm going to throw it in your face. Let me see it!"

Kristy knelt down, unzipped her father's pants and grabbed his cock pulling it out of his underwear. It was big, as hard as steel, and its red head was gleaming. She smirked and exclaimed triumphantly:

"I knew you were horny," she murmured as she started stroking her own father's cock again, and he gasped:

"Oh, you're doing it once more. This spells trouble!"

"It's because your cock is so big and thick, Dad. I'm really amazed."

"I'm flattered, sweetie, but you should not feel this way for me because..."

"Shut up, daddy. I've had enough of your hypocritical morality." She licked his cockhead gently, and Thomas felt goosebumps.

"Whoa!"

"Hum. It tastes good, Dad," she slurped when she put his cock in her mouth.

The man groaned with pleasure. That sweet wet mouth around his cock was thrilling. It was such a massive sensation that he decided to enjoy instead of interrupting. Kristy's pink thin lips slid up and down her father's penis spreading her warm saliva on his shaft and around his cockhead. He saw her beautiful eyes gently closing like those of a princess as she sucked him with devotion taking turns between moaning and making slobbering noises. Kristy looked at him, smiled in a girly way and playful charm. She rubbed his cock up and down, licked it and put it in her mouth again moving her head up and down as though she was simulating masturbatory movements. Thomas opened his eyes hard. He could not hold too long. His daughter knew how to reach his spot. He groaned and breathed deeply.

"Oh, yeah. Heavens," he moaned, and she tasted a drip of cum on her tongue. She opened her mouth and sperm came out of his red glans hitting first her chin and then her nose. She closed her eyes feeling the wet liquid linger on her face. "I'm so sorry, sweetie," he said quietly. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry, Dad," Kristy declared and slid his cockhead into her mouth to collect all his cum and swallowed it. She thought it tasted delicious and she felt powerful to taste her own father's liquid. "We've wanted to do that since I sat on your lap, and you know that. You're shameless, daddy."

The girl stood up with cum sticking on her face. She rubbed off some with her finger and tasted it. Thomas felt a mix of excitement and guilt when he saw his daughter leaving his office. He thought that this mischief would end there. Little did he know that Kristy walked to her bedroom just wondering when she would have more of it.