Preface - PLEASE READ!:
This is the seventeenth part of what is a running story. It is all about the taboo. You will not find romance here. Any notion and talk of love is subverted to serve the taboo.
Anal sex and incest are MAJOR themes of this story.
You may want to not read this part and other parts if you take offence to any of the following in a lurid, obscene (and of course fantastical) context: incest, rough sex, submission and domination, degradation, extreme sodomy, ass worship, extreme dirty assplay, light or implied scat, farting, and EFRO (erotic female relieving observance).
All characters involved are 18 or older.
Again, I am thankful for all my readers, patient fans, and especially comments, ratings and emails.
P.S. The fantasy is everything.
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You smile at your daughter across the table and she smiles back, her face a little flushed. The wine is going to her head.
She takes another sip. 'This is so nice', she says. 'Taking me on a fancy and romantic date. And at such an expensive restaurant!'
'No less than you deserve', you say.
She blinks her eyelashes slowly and she leans in closer. 'Tell me what more I deserve... daddy,' she whispers the last word.
You take a mouthful of wine and look at her. 'You deserve it all, princess. You deserve the best.'
'I deserve to be spoiled, don't I?' she says with a bitchy look in her eye. 'For being such a... good... girl.' She licks her lip.
'You deserve to be completely spoiled,' you agree. 'You should get everything I or anyone else can give you.'
'I don't think I get enough. I want more.'
'More?'
'Yes.' She leans in further and murmurs. 'A sexy big tittied slut like me with a hot super-eager backdoor should be given all the money and presents I could ever want.'
'Of course you should. And will. You should be rewarded for being so sexy.' You keep your voice low so as to try not to attract attention from anyone else sitting around you.
'I want your credit card daddy.'
'Huh?'
'I want your credit card in my purse. And I want it to stay there. That's where it belongs.' She says it matter-of-factly. She has put on a bitchy assertive face that somehow turns you on.
Nevertheless, you hesitate.
Her eyebrow raises. 'Am I not my daddy's little princess?' she says archly.
'Yes, of course.'
'Then give me it.' She reaches out and holds out her hand palm up on the table expectantly. 'Now. It's what I deserve.'
You reluctantly take your wallet out and hand over one of your credit cards. She snatches it, saying 'about time', and sniffs and quickly puts it in her purse. Your reluctance seems to melt away in those quick movements, looking at the self-assured and stuck-up expression she is wearing, and her heaving, pushed up cleavage, and your cock gets hard under the table.
'I know that made you hard,' she says condescendingly. 'You secretly love the thought of your busty beautiful daughter being a spoilt little bitch, don't you? Don't worry, I'm going to be buying myself lots of things with your money. You know I'll never get a job.'
'You have a job,' you say, a little red-faced.
'What's that?'
You straighten up. 'Taking my dick in your ass.'
'Oh yeah,' she smirks. 'All the money I want doing what I love. I'm such a lucky girl. And you're such a naïve daddy.'
'Like you said,' you raise your glass, 'you deserve it for being such a pretty little sexpot, for having such big teenage tits, for having such a big fuckable ass, and for being such a hungry dumb buttslut.'
'Now now,' she cautions mockingly. This is supposed to be a romantic date.
You call for the cheque soon after and before you know it you are driving her back home. She has relaxed and moved more into her innocent-slut demeanour. You never know which one you love most -- whichever she is at the time, most likely.
'Did you enjoy the date?' you say, while stopped at a traffic light.
'Yes, thank you daddy,' she says. 'I'm all full now.'
'Except the place where it matters,' you joke.
Her eyes open wide in mock surprise. 'Oh no, I'm not like that at alllll!' She giggles and hiccups. 'I've heard if a girl lets a guy kiss her or if she sucks him off before the third date then she's a slut.'
'No chance of a kiss on a first date?'
'Oh, well, maybe for you daddy.' She squirms a little in her seat. 'You did take me on a lovely expensive date after all and it'd only be nice to say thank you properly.'
The red light of lust cast on her cleavage turns to an enticing orange and then a sickly green. As you drive you think about how far this has all come in such a short space of time. How incredible the jump was from the first moments in the kitchen with a drunken Ana, to rampant debauched anal and sodomistic filth. You wonder what the future holds in store, whether anything can be topped, or if both your passions will fade and the activities lose their hedonistic, illicit thrill.
You can't imagine ever losing the extreme desire to fuck Ana, and it appears she never wants to be a moment without your cock. Even if the initial taboo-breaking excitement wanes, you are more than content to spend years fucking your daughter's bottom. And the thought of doing just that, of your incestuous sodomy becoming more than a brief chapter of depravity to look back on, but a casual acceptance, part of your routine, an anything-but-mundane mundanity, to continue every day as something commonplace in your relationship -- this thought excites you in its own way. Something better than a series of nasty activities each trying to outdo the other until it breaks, is to possess a lifestyle, a life ordinary that all others would find incredible. To wake up to breakfast and a quick morning go on your daughter's ass. To go on the computer while your daughter kneels under the table and sucks you off. To tongue your daughter's delicious butthole while she's on all fours chatting on the phone to a friend, having to give excuses as to the noises when you to stop to push inside her rectum. To breathe, eat, work, play, travel and live -- all to the tune of the most pleasantly fucked up relationship you'd ever dreamed of.
