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Harold
held his teary wife for a few more moments before kissing her cheek
softly and rising from the couch.
"Don't
worry honey, I'll find her," he told her.
He
walked out to the garage and changed clothes from the backseat of their
white SUV. Donning a puffy white shirt, black leather pants, tall black boots,
and leather studded wrist bands, the 42 year old father tucked his regular
clothes in the back seat and climbed into the driver's seat. Opening the garage
door, he checked the clock which read
Harold
parked on the street. Breathing a deep sigh, he climbed out of the vehicle.
After putting coins in the meter, he walked to the club entrance and stood in
line. After the bouncer checked his ID, he walked down the nearly pitch-black
hallway, straightening his glasses. The warm air vibrated under the thumping
beat of music from the club. At the end of the hallway, he paid a $40 cover
charge to a young girl dressed like a teenage version of Elvira. The
temperature dropped slightly as Harold entered the large concrete expanse of
the club. He moved his way to the center of the floor amidst young people
dressed in vampire-like garb, dancing and twirling brightly colored neon sticks
of light. Harold pushed through the crowd, bumping into dancing teenagers.
He was drawn through the darkness towards the only light, a bright set of
spotlights hanging from the rafters that illuminated one corner of the
club. As he approached, the crowd got thicker.
Arriving
at the corner of the club, there was an elevated stage. On it stood
several nearly-naked men wearing studded leather S&M gear. In the center of
the stage, he saw a girl on all fours, her brunette hair with its red
highlights spilled around her face as she licked the vagina of a woman
standing over her with legs apart. From the white top and short green
plaid skirt the kneeling girl was wearing, Harold knew it was his daughter,
Jenny. The woman who was enjoying Jennifer's oral talents was a heavy-set
redhead in her late 30s, wearing a black corset that barely stretched
around her flabby midsection. Her blue eyelids fluttered as she pulled
Jennifer's hair up with one hand and raked her sharp black nails across
Jennifer's soft pale cheek. Harold approached the stage, and was stopped by one
of the men on stage.
"I'm
her father!" He shouted over the music, "She's only 15 and if you
don't let me up I'll call the police!"
"Let
him through," one of the other guards said.
Harold
climbed on stage. The 240 pound redheaded woman pushed Jennifer's face away
from her moist, hairy crotch and grabbed the end of a leash attached to a
collar around her neck. She pulled Jennifer who crawled across the
stage.
"Jennifer!"
Harold shouted.
One
of the guards whispered into the redhead's ear. She nodded, and walked Jennifer
over to her father. The surrounding crowd began to stir and mumble as news of
who Harold was spread. The redhead smiled at Harold, and handed the leash over
to him. She bent down and delivered a powerful slap to Jennifer's ass, making
her flinch and cry out.
"Don't,"
Harold said to the redhead, who only laughed.
"You
then," the redhead said, making a slapping motion with her hand and
pointing down at Jennifer.
Harold
looked down and was startled to see his little girl cupping the rubber heels of
his boots and licking them like ice cream cones.
"Jennifer!"
He growled, "We're going home. Your mother is worried sick!"
"Spank
her ass!" someone in the crowd yelled.
The
redhead walked up to Harold, and handed him a short riding crop.
"Teach
her a lesson, Daddy," she purred, reaching down and gripping Harold's cock
in her hand.
The
crowd began to chant "Whip her!" Harold's glasses were steaming up.
Through the foggy lenses he saw his daughter prostrating herself before him,
licking his tough leather footwear. The frustration with the situation and
months of trying to get through to her, the screaming, the tears, Jennifer's
change into someone who was breaking his and her mother's hearts, finally
overwhelmed him. He raised the riding crop up and brought it down firmly across
Jennifer's backside. She flinched, but continued to worship her father's dirty,
unpolished combat boots. Again he raised his arm and sent the hard,
springy whip into Jennifer's ass which he had cleaned and powdered so
many years ago. Again, she was not deterred from cleaning her Daddy's boots.
The audience roared, and the redhead reached down and roughly pulled down
Jennifer's pleated skirt. Her heart-shaped bottom shone a creamy white
underneath the spotlights, and sported a pair of lacey blue panties.
Harold sneered, and brought the riding crop down again and again across her
exposed skin, beating her ass until he was panting and sweating and his arm
grew weary. Streaks of red and purple welts erupted all over Jennifer's
backside, and she clutched at her father's boots with her face pressed into the
laces, moaning and whimpering in pain.
"She
must have been REAL bad," the redhead's voice boomed over a microphone she
had secured.
Harold
nodded, still breathing hard.
"Is
she sorry?" The redhead asked.
Harold
shrugged.
"Let's
ask her then," the redhead said, pulling Jennifer up by the scruff of her
neck.
"Are
you sorry?" She asked her, thrusting the microphone down to Jennifer's
face.
Jennifer
looked away, still kneeling on the stage.
"You
better tell Daddy you're sorry for being bad or he's going to whip your skinny
ass some more," she said, pushing the microphone roughly against
Jennifer's face.
"I'm
sorry," she said in almost a whisper.
The
crowd laughed in approval. Jennifer's eyes filled with tears, and she covered
her face in humiliation.
"Is
this what you wanted?" Harold asked her, "Is this how you want
to live your life?"
Jennifer's
shoulders shook as she wept.
"IS
IT?" Harold barked at her.
With
her face still buried in her hands, Jennifer shook her head.
"Maybe
you should teach the little slut a lesson," the redhead said, and the
crowd roared in approval.
The
redhead walked behind Harold, and reached around his waist. She undid his
leather pants, and reached inside, caressing his uncircumcised penis. When he
grew partly erect, she pushed his pants down, and began stroking it in front of
Jennifer's face. The redhead nudged Harold from behind, and he stepped forward.
He reached down and held his daughter's head in his hands. He pulled her
face towards him as the redhead brushed the head of his cock against her pursed
lips.
"Come
on," the redhead yelled at Jennifer, "I thought you were
hard-core!"
Jennifer's
lips slowly parted and Harold groaned as he pushed his hard cock past her teeth
and gums. His cock rested comfortably on Jennifer's flattened tongue, with
the head flexing against her throat opening. He felt her start
to gag. Harold began moving his hips back and forth, driving the swollen
7" cock which had created Jennifer in and out of her gurgling mouth. He
looked down at her pretty little face all made up like a gothic whore. Her big
round eyes with their dark circles of raccoon-like makeup opened wide with
pain and humiliation. Her soft, rosebud lips stretched tightly over her father's
vein-covered organ, painting it with streaks of red lipstick as it violated her
mouth. Her cute little button nose buried in the hot, musky forest of
his pubic hair.
Harold
began to feel a tingle from the base of his spine, spreading to his scrotum. He
continued to fuck Jennifer's face, while taking a firm grip on her leash. In
one swift motion, he pulled her head off of his cock, leaving long strands of
drool connecting it to her lips. He gave the leash several quick jerks, and
began leading her around the stage. She crawled around clumsily after her
father until he stopped.
"Stay!"
He barked at her, and walked behind her.
Harold
looked at the redhead, who nodded to him in approval. He asked for the
microphone and she handed it to him. Then, putting one boot across her
daughter's back and leaning on it, he asked her a question.
"Jennifer,"
he said, "Are you sorry for everything that you put your mother and I
through this last year?"
He
pushed the microphone to her face.
"Y-yeah,"
she sniffed.
"Yes
SIR," Harold corrected her.
"Yes
Sir," Jennifer answered.
"Are
you going to do whatever we tell you, whenever we want to, from here on
out?" He asked.
He
gave her the mic again, but Jennifer just hung her
head, her lips trembling and tears dripping down her pale
face. Harold straightened up gave her ass a kick with the toe of his
boot.
"Well?"
He barked.
"Yes!"
She squealed, "Yes Sir!"
"You're
not such a bad girl after all," Harold asked, "Are you?"
"N-n-no
Sir," she replied, hiccupping with tears.
Harold
nodded.
"Tell
me 'Daddy, I'm a good girl'," he said.
"I'm
a good girl Daddy," Jennifer replied, prompting laughter from the
audience.
"Say
it like a little girl," Harold ordered.
Jennifer
did as she was told, speaking with a pre-pubescent lisp.
"Now
beg Mommy and Daddy to forgive you," Harold said.
"Pwease Daddy," his daughter whimpered, "Pwetty pwease Daddy, pwease forgive me."
The
crowd mocked her baby-like pleading in disgust.
Harold
reached down and yanked her panties to he knees with one hand.
"I
might," Harold said, dropping the microphone, "But you belong to us
now young lady, I'm going to show you that."
He
squatted down and rubbed his cock up and down against his daughter's vagina.
With the crowd chanting "Go.. Go... Go!"
Harold grabbed his cock and started working it inside her. Jennifer lowered
herself onto her elbows, and laid her head down on the stage. Her father
entered her completely, and paused to enjoy the feeling of her young, tight
pussy squeezing his throbbing member like it was in a vice. Harold held his
daughter's hips which were like silky porcelain. He dropped to one knee, with
the other foot still propped up, and fucked her clenched pussy angrily. His
hands roamed around her ass. He pinched hard the raised welts on
her buttocks, and slapped her bruised flesh harshly when she
flinched. Harold fucked her doggy style for several minutes. Then he pulled out
and flipped Jennifer over. Before she could protest, he climbed between her
legs and thrust up inside her again. Pinning her soft body down on the
stage, he rocked back and forth on top of her, ravaging the young
girl's insides with friction from his hot iron rod. Sweat dripped from his
forehead and pooled inside the lenses of Harold's glasses. He felt the familiar
sensation as the very seed which had created Jennifer crept up his
testicles aching to join their likeness. Harold settled back on his
haunches and pushed Jennifer's thighs apart with his knees. He pleasured
himself with her adolescent vagina for several
more minutes, grabbing her doll-like feet and pulling her legs apart.
As Harold's body shook with orgasm, he rested on top of his daughter, grunting
with ecstasy.
"This
is for your own good," he growled into Jennifer's pierced ear,
while his cock and balls worked to pump a healthy load of sperm deep into the
creature's body who owed her very existence to them.
Harold
pulled himself up from his crying daughter. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her
to her feet, and dragged her out of the club.
"Great
show, man," several club patrons said to them.
"Thanks,"
Harold replied.
Jennifer,
whose heavy makeup was streaked with tears, walked with her head down in
silence.
When
they got outside, Harold lit up a cigarette and smoked as they walked to the
family SUV. Jennifer stormed to the passenger door and waited, arms
folded and sniffling while she waited for her father to unlock the doors.
Harold put out his cigarette and approached her. He shoved her back against the
passenger door, and pressed his lips hard against her tight little mouth. She
squealed and struggled to move away, but Harold pinned her wrists back behind
her head. He continued kissing his daughter roughly, and eventually she stopped
struggling. He put his arms around her waist, rubbing up and down her back. He
caressed her milky legs, thighs, and breasts. He felt
her fingertips touch hesitantly his shoulders, before
resting gently on them. Several people passed by as Harold and Jennifer made
out in the freezing night air. After what seemed like hours of swapping spit
with his daughter, Harold checked the time.
"We
better get home," he said to Jennifer.
They
got into the SUV and Harold smiled at Jennifer. She blushed and placed her hand
on his knee, sitting forward. Harold reached out and cupped the back of
her head. They looked into each other's eyes as Harold ran his fingers
through her sticky, mousse-soaked hair. Her eyes closed
as her father leaned in to kiss her again. Harold
enjoyed the feeling of her lips pressing back and then parting
to accept his probing tongue. Their tongues danced together for 45
minutes, while they hugged and felt each other up.. When
Harold started the vehicle to go home, the windows were completely fogged
up. He leered at his daughter and wordlessly undid his fly. She
tucked her hair behind her ear, and quietly draped herself over his
lap, wrapping her lips around his growing organ. Harold drove away
from the club towards home as his teenage daughter lovingly cared for the tool
that had given her so much. When she started bobbing her head up and down,
Harold rested a hand on top of her head, and sighed with relief.
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