My 18-year-old daughter, Wendy, had a nasty shopping habit. One that I had to curtail. Grounding her wasn’t enough - I needed to take things a step further.
Touching and massaging my cock wasn't enough. I needed skin, that wet tight grip that could make a cock go insane.
She was my daughter. My own daughter was making me hot. And for that she needed to be punished, punished real good.
My chest got tight and my mind went to various places.
Her eager mouth choking down my cock, her pussy squeezing the cum out of me, the brush of her hard nipples on my palm.
What was I thinking! I was her father!
My cock shouted with a painful ache that surged up my shaft and into my balls, feeling like liquid fire and ecstasy.
I pushed open the door, unable to take it anymore.
"Wendy, what's the meaning of this?" I growled, holding my cock in hand.
"Daddy!" She gasped, hiding her expensive vibrator and closing her legs.
"No, don't hide it now. I saw what you were doing. I thought you were a good girl. Is that what you spent three thousand dollars on?" I asked, stroking my angry red cock.
She stared at my dick and her cheeks grew a deeper red color. She wanted my cock badly.
"Yes, daddy," she purred. "I had to have it!" she protested.
"Well, I have to have pussy. Do you see me fucking every women on this block?"
Wendy squirmed her legs together and bit her lower lip.
"No daddy," she said, breathing deeply and looking away, her face full of fire and shame. "Does that mean you're going to punish me more?"
I walked up closer to her bed and she inched back. Her legs trembled, as if they were desperately trying to keep themselves closed.
"Open your legs," I demanded, pulling on the head of my cock.
"Yes, daddy!" She quipped.
She opened her legs nice and wide. She was flexible indeed.
I inspected her pussy. It was pink, shaved, plump, and wet.