Daddy fucks me to teach me a lesson

Daddy fucks me to teach me a lesson, “And where the hell do you think you are going young lady?” Asked daddy as I headed to the front door.” No daughter of mine goes out on a Friday night dressed like a Puerto Rican whore!”

“Well excuse my ignorance daddy, if I don’t know what a Puerto Rican whore dresses like. I will have to defer to your expertise on that one.”


“Are you getting smart with me girl?”

It was not the first time that daddy and I had had such exchanges. Especially now that I had got into the while goth thing.

I had gotten tattoos on my chest, which daddy was not happy about, and now my attire for the weekend consisted of a black bra-I liked to show off my new tattoos-black skirt and complete with dark mascara and black lipstick. Yeah I probably did look like a prostitute when I came to think about it. And I did like the looks from all the guys, along with their whistles and their tongues hanging out of their mouths when they set eyes on my scantily clad form. I liked it, and I wasn’t about to let daddy put a stop to it. I actually had an idea on how to handle this. I would put a stop to his mouthing off at me once and for all.

I walked towards daddy, his face red with anger as I brought my lithe and black clad body right up to him.

“Daddy, I bet that the real reason that you don’t want me dressing like this is because it must be so difficult for you living me when I’m the only woman you have in in your life. The only time you see womanly curves up close, smell that perfume and taste it in your mouth is when you see me about to go out on a weekend. And you’d like to feel me as well wouldn’t you daddy? Feel the flesh of a real woman-your own little girl.”

“Jenny, what, what are you doing…I…”

And then I could feel it, that growing bulge of desire between his legs. Mission accomplished. I drew away from him.

“What a filthy pervert you are daddy, getting hard to your own daughter. What kind of sick fuck are you? Well now I know the real reason you don’t want me going out like this. Your own daughter gives you a hard on. Let me tell you something daddy. I will dress as a goth because it is an expression of my individuality and you will not stop me from being who I am in this world daddy. You really must be so humiliated right huh?”

A glanced down again at the bulge between his legs, smirked and turned my back. It was time to go out and party.

But just as my hand reached for the front door, I heard the thud of quick footsteps, flowed by arms reaching around me. I was pulled right back as rough kisses assailed my neck and hands squeezed hard on my breasts.

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