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My daughter Elle has always had an attitude problem. I mean I can't really complain as I'm sure she gets it from me. Her mother was quiet and calm and definitely didn't share the angry nature me and Elle held.
When she turned nineteen the problems really began. Drinking, partying, smoking were all she did these days. Recently though whenever we argue I can't help but feel a hardness develop between my legs. I think her attitude is what gets me. My wife is so chill all the fucking time. Even in bed.
2:30am
The door slams.
Shit I hope he didn't hear me. Once again I was past curfew by a long shot.
"What time do you call this?" fuck I think to myself as daddy questions me.
I walk into the sitting area which sits next to the kitchen.
"I'm not sure how about you tell me," I say my lips twitching upward.
Daddy looks dazed I think he's been drinking from the way his eyes angrily take me in.
"Your a disrespectful little cunt, you know that?" He spits at me.
"Takes one to know one" I sing as I make my way over to the couch he's sat on.
He looks me up and down taking in my outfit. I'm wearing a black corset top with a black tennis skirt to match. On my feet are black thigh highs and black maryjanes.
As I look down at him I feel my face start to burn as he analyses not just my clothes but everything about me. Blond hair, thin waist, d cup tits, pale skin and a round ass.
He grabs the back of my thigh playing with my stocking, slowly running his hand up and down my leg. The warmth between my legs is unignorable as I move to straddle him as my mother sleeps upstairs.
"I'm so wet daddy" I say hoping for a rise.
"Do you say that to all the guys you fuck," he says with his hands wrapping around my legs.
"I've never fucked any guys" I whisper moving to take his ear lobe between my teeth, placing small kisses behind his ear and down his neck.
His hands make there way under my skirt and over my ass massaging the soft skin.
Suddenly a stinging pain comes down on me making me yelp as daddy pulls me forward.
With my ass raised from daddy's lap my arms are wrapped around his neck and my head rests on his shoulder.
"Be a good girl" he says rubbing the spot he just slapped. I simply nod into his shoulder.
His hand comes down again much harder this time forcing a strained noise to leave my throat.
"I didn't tell you to stop" he whispers.