Another piece that's been sitting for a while. I banged out half of it and just dried up before I could finish it.
This one is based on my neighbor's daughter, who really did most of the shit described. There was no dad to do what this daddy did, and I was already banging her mom, so I didn't feel like getting an STD from her and giving it to her mother.
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Christine Wilson closed the car door quietly, then leaned in the window and kissed her date one last time. It was a long, deep, tongue down the throat kiss, and when she broke away, her pussy was dripping again, and she was tempted to get back in the car and have him park down the block so they could fuck again.
Her date smiled as she stepped back, then floored the gas pedal, squealing his tires and laying on the horn as he screeched away from the curb.
"Asshole." Christine muttered as she turned and went up the walk toward the house. Climbing the steps, she crossed the porch and opened the front door carefully and slipped inside.
She was moving quietly down the hall toward the stairs when a light went on in the living room.
"Why don't you step in here for a minute, Christine?" She heard her father Steve say lightly.
"Shit." She muttered. "Another fucking lecture. That's all I need right now."
She went into the living room and saw her father sitting on the sofa in a t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. That surprised her. He usually made a point of dressing when he thought she might be around.
"Hi, Daddy." She said as she stepped into the room. "I know I'm late. It won't..."
"I don't give a fuck, Christine. I really don't." He said, a soft smile curling his lips. "If you want the truth, I'm tired of talking about it. You want to be a little slut, so fuck it. Go ahead. I just don't give a shit anymore."
"I...I'm not a slut!" Christine sputtered. "I...I was out with so..."
"Bullshit." Her father laughed as he looked at her.
At eighteen, his daughter was one hot little bitch. She stood five-six in her bare feet, had short, curly brown hair and a body that belonged in a skin magazine. She was wearing a pleated pink miniskirt that showed off the creamy smooth skin above her thigh high white stockings and a tight white tanktop that hugged her braless thirty-four DD-cup tits.
"You were out with another one of those assholes that treat you like shit, take you to some alley or parking lot to fuck because they're too cheap to get a room, then make sure everyone knows when they drop you off. What was this, the fourth one this week?"
"The third." She said quietly. As much as she hated to admit it, she knew he was right. But she liked it when the guys treated her like a tramp. She liked acting like a slut, and knowing that all the guys just wanted to fuck her.
"It doesn't matter." Steve laughed. "Come over here. I want to see something."
Christine hesitated, not sure what he was up to.
"Come on, I'm not going to hurt you." He said quietly. "Just come over here and stand in front of me."
Moving slowly, she walked over and stood where he pointed, coming to a stop right in front of him.
"If you want the truth, I have to admit that I like that outfit on you." He said, letting his eyes wander over her hungrily. "That top makes your tits look fantastic, and the skirt gives you an almost innocent schoolgirl look. It's a nice contrast."
He leaned over and picked up a beer out of tub of ice he had sitting beside the couch.
"Want one?" He asked, holding the dripping can out to her.
"N...no." She said, holding her hands in front of her.
"Okay." He grinned, popping the top and taking a long drink. He looked up at her and smiled. "Lift your skirt up." He said casually.
"Wh...what?" Christine gasped, shocked that her staid, boring father would ask her to do something like that.
"Go ahead. Lift your skirt up." He laughed. "I want to see if you're still wearing panties."
"I...I don't wan..."
"I'll tell you what." He said, stopping to take a sip from his beer. "I'll give you a thousand dollars if you have panties on right now. But you have to show me to prove it."
Christine blushed, looking at the floor, unable to meet his eyes.
"I thought as much." Steve chuckled. "Oh well, I guess I can use that thousand bucks to dress you up like a little whore. You can be my little slutty Barbie doll. If I let you stay here, that is."
"I...what ar...Daddy, you don't mean..." Christine sputtered, realizing that her father was talking about throwing her out of the house.
"Yeah, I do." Steve laughed, reaching down and scratching his balls as he tipped his beer back. He chugged the last of it, and dropped the empty into the tub beside the couch. "You're failing every class in school, you stay out till all hours, you don't do shit around the house, and I really don't see why I should bother anymore. So yeah, I'm thinking about throwing you out. Tonight."
Christine felt tears welling up in her eyes as she stared at him, then felt a hot surge of anger swell over her.
"You can't do that!" She said shrilly.
"Yeah, I can. You turned eighteen last week, so legally, you're an adult. I can do anything I want with you."
