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Daughter, you will behave! (Hawkril x angelicxdream )

Hawkril

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Jan 9, 2009
It was already the second time, and the breaths that escaped perfectly thin lips soon caused them to purse, while his high cheekbones accentuated his dark blue eyes, a rare color even for him. Of course, sitting at school in his own mahogany desk only created more problems than the day before, especially after his daughter's test results. Standing at a height of 6'2", his large dexterous hands fingered the papers scattered over his desk, organizing each one slowly. Wearing a white oxford shirt, to hide his slim, muscular figure, although he was more slim than having any muscle on him. Shaggy dark-brown hair covered part of his face, as then tapped his fingers on the edge of the desk sometimes.

Eventually, Damien shifted his body, having called his daughter earlier for detention due to the fact she had started to slowly start failing her class. It was time to have a chat with her in any case, for he was also highly disappointed in her, aside from the fact there really was an odd feeling overcoming at the moment. Always placing her mother first, but after her death, he started to take in more of his daughter's developments, this caused the thirteen inches within his pants to stir sometimes. Expecting her to come in for detention for his own class was a big enough shame as is, although he didn't know what she always did on her nights out either as it didn't seem she was home all that often.

The peach skin coloring his features made him seem like he had a normal complexion compared to most of the people in the world that did an average amount of time in daylight as well as just inside in general too. Wearing black pants, he then felt them getting just a tad tighter as he thought about his daughter for a minute or two longer, the shoes on the floor making a tapping noise as he tapped his left foot. Damien knew she'd be here soon so he pushed the black office chair forwards a little, while crossing both his hands together.
 
Emily didn't know what this was about. Okay, so she did. But, she refused to admit that she had done anything wrong except be the best daughter possible. She walked steadily, trying to control her rapid heartbeat that was threatening to jump itself out of her chest. She held onto the doorknob for a minute, and knocked on the door. She turned the metal object, and closed it behind her. She walked one, two, three steps until she reached her father and teacher sitting behind the desk. She didn't try in school, and she couldn't help it if she had urges. She liked going out, and hanging out with the other boys and girls in her class. Was that so wrong? She was just being a normal teenager. It was like he had forgotten what being a teenager was like. Her chestnut hair bobbed in her regular loose ponytail as she sat across from him, sitting on a chair.

Since she was in a private school, she had to wear this hideous excuse for a uniform. A crisp white dress shirt with a red and black plaid skirt. Underneath, she wore white stockings with black flats. She clasped her hands together, and steadily looked into the blue eyes of her father. "Before you even start, it's the beginning of the term. Even you of all people know that, and I have plenty of time to improve." She tried to sound confident, "I'm sorry. But, you can't forbid me from having a social life." The more she spoke, she more she felt unsure of herself. And, being this close to her father made her head spin. Not in a good way.

She wasn't supposed to be thinking of her father in such a way. She crossed her legs to hide the damp spot on her panties between her legs that was just getting wetter and wetter by the minute. She cleared her throat, trying to think of an excuse. And of course, he had to be tall. This made him all the more intimidating. She stood at 5'3", almost a foot shorter than him. The lavendar lacy bra that supported her breasts could be seen from the thin, white fabric that she had to wear or else she wouldn't be allowed to attend classes, and that was the last thing her father wanted.
 
Damien stirred somewhat softly before watching as his beautiful daughter sat before him in the chair before his own desk. The hard shaft hiding in his pants was going to be incredibly hard to conceal if he stood up to actually talk to her, so he stayed sitting down where he was, while examining her form for a moment. Sighing lightly he soon took the pencil he had laid earlier in his hand and then twirled around in his fingers for a moment, before staring at her as if she was seriously asking him such a stupid question. "Yes, but if you keep this up you -will- fail and I'll have to hire a private tutor for you just like last year, hun, what were you doing while you were out on your rampages with your friends, partying and showing off your bea...body I mean..just to get some boys to have some fun with you?" he accused her first.

Almost letting his secret slip out right there, but wanted to keep her as oblivious to it as he could without giving her much of a hint, waiting for her response to his little accusation, which would probably set off a few triggers in her mind. Psychological warfare was always fun as long as he won, and the way he was going, he'd have to win especially since he'd been the one altering her grades a little bit the past month. Also, she passed with flying colors last year and surely she would've had caught on by now that he wanted...more from her. Making his length stir a bit even as he gazed at her beautiful figure, mainly her breasts for a bit too long before looking back up to her beautiful eyes licking his lips.
 
Emily stared at him for a moment. Sometimes, she wondered why her father did the things he did, like lick his lips that way. She shifted in her seat, becoming uncomfortable with the tension in the air, as if... this wasn't just a meeting about her grades. At night, her panties were often soaked thinking about her father, and thinking about what he would do to her. At times like these, when he licked his lips and stared at her chest, she wondered if he wanted her like she wanted him. And, she wasn't failing. That was something. "First of all, if you're not at the parties, you don't know what's going on, and if you don't know what's going on, you have no right to judge me. And if I want to hang out with boys, I will hang out with boys. I'm not five." She crossed her arms over her chest, making her point. By doing this, she was lifting her breasts up further, as if she needed to.

Even though she had slept with boys before, she made sure her father didn't know about it. She feared if he did, he would stop giving her attention, he would stop staring at her legs or at her breasts if he knew she was taken, or something like it. Truth was, she slept around night after night. And she crept back into her bedroom around 3 AM, just in time for a short nap before getting ready for school. She breathed slowly, and stood up, placing a slender hand on her hip. "Are we done yet?" The mandatory skirt the school made them wear made the girls look like sluts, the skirt was short, ending above her knees, and tapped her fingers impatiently on her hips.
 
"No, actually we're not done yet, I need to find a good way to take control of your tight, firm body and teach you a lesson, get over here to sit on your daddy's lap," he said outright to her, smirking softly as he had just gotten up to go lock the door to the classroom. Finally getting tired of putting on the act and wanting to punish her right here and now instead of at home where he could take full advantage of her later. The writhing shaft in his pants was begging to break free as now he stood up watching her stand like a defiant school-girl, watching her breasts stick out almost made him lose control of his composure. "Now see here, young miss if you don't do what I say, I'll make sure you're punished well at home too," he added softly as he then moved back to his chair glad he had the key that could lock it from the inside, plus closed all the blinds so no one could tell what was going on. Even though, most students weren't usually held after school for detention, Damien just wanted her to feel like she was the only being picked on at the moment.

Offering his lap as a certain sort of prize for just her to take a seat on, was obviously not even going to bother explaining his actions to her as to why he wanted her to do this. "Bend over my knee while you do so too.." he added.
 
Emily was hoping he'd say that. Just listening to him praise her body sent shivers down her spine. She practically hopped into his lap, wondering what it would feel like for the longest time. "Punish me.." She whispered into his ear, for only him to hear. She was practically begging to be fucked by her father. Having sat on his lap, she could feel his hardened shaft just waiting for her. Not waiting to tempt him further, she slide the belt off, and unzipped him. Slowly, she used her fingertips to stroke the shape of him through the fabric of his boxers. She bent over his lap, allowing him, guessing that he was going slap her ass, or something like that but she didn't care. She was just so desperate. She tugged off his boxers, not even bothering with his shirt. She hoped he would continue to punish her at home, she was begging to be screwed by her father. She couldn't even count how many times she had dreamt of him during class.

She was just getting more and more excited as each minute passed. She knew he could feel her panties. She was wearing white knee length stocking underneath, so her panties were the only fabric that got in his way. As she bent over, her plaid skirt just rised higher and higher, giving him a brief taste of what color her panties were. They were black, covered with lace on the edges.
 
Damien was merely smiling at his daughter's eagerness to be on his lap and then realized she probably wanted this for a while, giving him a better idea later on, "Oh, so daddy's little girl really wants to be fucked, huh? For how long has she been wanting daddy's huge cock to pound her tight little slit?" he asked her as he soon started spanking her ass lightly. Then as soon as he noticed her taking off his clothes smirked softly as he pushed her skirt down far enough he could see her panties, then pushed those down as well so he could smack her bare ass. After a few slaps he soon started to shift her up to his lap so he could stare face to face with her before removing her shirt then caressing her breasts a little bit before her bra would slip off. Licking his lips, he whispered into her ear, "Oh god, I think my cock needs to be lubed up first, your mouth will be perfect for that, I want to fuck you hard, but you need to be ready, " he said playfully to her, grinning at his little slut of a daughter. Making sure to make her his own sex slave was the primary goal on his mind, and he was sure she wouldn't mind even if he brought her grades up to a rather high degree.

"Mmmm...your pussy feels tight and wet," he said as he teasingly stuck three fingers inside her tight cunt, moving them around gently before pulling them away waiting for her to respond to him. The huge ten inch shaft throbbed hard in the air as it begged for attention from her.
 
Emily blushed, shifting her position to ignore the fact that she was getting more turned on and more wetter with every minute because he speaking dirty to her. "Forever, daddy.." She whispered into his ear, kissing his ear, and kissing her way down his neck, suckling and making a bright red hickey stand out on his tanned skin. She gasped, shivering from excitement as he started to take off her skirt and panties. She began to surrender to her emotions, grinding desperately against his throbbing cock, even slipping herself down onto him, only allowing the head of his shaft inside her. She pulled out, as she looked deep in his eyes, continuing to bounce on his lap. She kissed him passionately for a moment, indulging herself in the intimate moment they were sharing, slipping her tongue inside his warm mouth.

Once he demanded that she suck on him, she immeadiately grabbed his shaft. She couldn't believe how big it was, and blushed, hoping it'd fit inside her. She took him inside her mouth, eagerly licking on all the pre-cum that had spewed out during anticipation and began to suckle on him. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, jerking off every part of his shaft that wasn't currenly being sucked on, so she was jerking him off inside her mouth, licking at his sensitive skin. As he started to stick three fingers inside her, she panted, continuing to work only more diligently when he rewarded her.
 
Her father was starting to blush as Damien started to feel his daughter's pussy against his cock was causing him to buck his hips into her tight wet cunt. As soon as she kissed him passionately, he felt Emily's beautiful full lips against his form before he leaned back enjoying it for the moment and then after he he had told her to suck his cock she immediately obeyed. Knowing she'd easily want more from him, he was starting to buck his hips up into her mouth gripping the back of her head. The swell of his balls causing it to easily throb within her beautiful mouth, but as her tongue caressed over it, this caused him to buck his hips harder into her.

Gripping her hair lightly too and even while he looked down at her beautiful form, wishing she was more obedient than this, and didn't lie to him. "Such a sexy slut for your daddy, I'm going to make sure you never lie to me ever again, I know you leave your room at night..." he said to her while he moaned her name out as he bucked his hips further to slide his length further into her.
 
Emily sighed, this was giving her as much pleasure as much as it was giving him. She just wanted to please her father, and just the shape of his shaft was making her wet. She knew it was weird. On some boys that she had sex with, she didn't like the overall look of their shafts, so that's why she never had given them a blowjob. In the back of her mind, she wanted to be a good girl, the best daughter. So, she was rebellious at times. Everyone had their flaws. Once he started to buck his hips with her, she nearly cried out in sheer pleasure. She was sensitive, having never been so fulfilled during intimacy. Her father was bigger than the other boys at school. Naturally, he was older.

She played with his balls lovingly while rolling her tongue around his shaft, jerking him off into her mouth. She wanted to taste his seed, and with every drop of precum that just happened to leak into her mouth, she licked it, now kneeling against the ground, breathing heavily.
"Father.." She was moaning, but once she heard his seductive voice, she perked up. "How are you going to do that?" She challenged him, asking how he was going to control his very adult, teenaged daughter. She was a teenager, it was her job to rebel.
 
Damien wasn't going to let Emily have all of his cock just spasming into her mouth just yet, but when she challenged him he grabbed the back of her head harder. Moaning even louder as he felt the spunk stirring in his shaft getting him closer to releasing inside her mouth but he tried holding off as long as he could no matter how bad she was trying to get him off. His daughter was far more experienced than his wife had ever been when she was around anyways, but after their divorce, it was her that had become the drunk. Even after having taken a course to get over it, he was now sober and planned on staying that way even if his hot daughter was going to be fucking his brains out shortly or at least vice versa. Wanting to feel her tight pussy around his cock was almost too unbearable to think of, "Oh hun, screw that come up here and start riding your dad's cock," he said softly to her patting his lap even though he knew she enjoyed sucking his cock.

Managing to hold off his cum for the moment, he wasn't going to be able to for a bit yet anyways, eagerly stroking her breasts as he moved his hands down to tweak her beautiful nipples lightly.
 
Emily looked up at him, startling her, she had been in her own little world, blushing. She had been suckling her father's cock as if it was a piece of candy. She loved being on his lap, and she didn't know which she liked better, sucking him or fucking him on his lap. Of course, she hadn't tried the latter. She slide onto his lap, bouncing on it to tease him. She planned to have fun with him. She placed one hand on each of his shoulders, immeadiately grasping his length, jerking him off for a moment, before sliding herself on his cock. She pushed down on him, forcing all of him inside her, and began to grind her hips against him, bouncing on his joystick. She squealed, adjusting to the newfound feeling, rocking her hips and bouncing on him harder and harder.

She continued, and repeated her actions, looking up at him, and grinned. "Is Daddy having fun?" She breathed, looking up at him with lust in her eyes, pressing her nails against his shoulders as the intensity of her thrusts increased. She ran her fingers through his hair, clutching him to her, moaning when he had played with her breasts.
 
Damien was moaning louder as his daughter continued to kiss his lips, eventually arching his hips further up into her mouth just to make his cock go deeper within her throat. Then as soon as she moved away from his length after licking it a few more times, giving her a luscious load of cum into her mouth before she started to sink down his cock. That tight pussy felt extremely like heaven wanting more than just her tight cunt to surround his warm cock even as she was sinking all the way down on it like a perfect fit. If Damien had to compare his daughter's pussy to his wife's, it was obvious that they shouldn't be doing this, however he had lots of sexual tension to release before this day was through. Plus he wanted to get a few of his fetishes out of his way, "Oh show daddy how far your tongue can hang out and pant like a bitch for your daddy...tell your daddy who owns your body?" he asks her playfully as he slaps her ass while she rides him.

The pressure within his shaft was rising slowly yet he maintained it from just erupting into her cute tight cunt.
 
Emily was having fun playing with his tool, and once he gave her more, she eagerly lapped up all the cum that he had to offer her. She sighed happily, getting up, and now began to ride him harder and harder. She was desperate to make him and herself cum for him. Her ears perked up when she heard her father request, demand something. Shlyly, she kissed him passionately and slowly. She nodded, and let her tongue hang out like a dog's, and panted for him. She began to moan loudly, as she bounced, grabbing his hips, and began to have much more fun when she realized he was joining in. She dug her fingernails against his back as the intensity increased. She felt like her daddy's cock fit her perfectly, crying out when he was fully inside her. This went on, with her whimpering when he pulled out, just a fraction of a second before he thrusted back inside but she could barely bear it.

"Daddy.. you own my body.." She purred into his ear, liking the idea of being daddy's personal slut. She liked that daddy was aroused when he thought of her, her breasts bouncing as she rode him, her nipples erect and hard, pressing up against his hard chest. "Uh! Daddy! I'm.. so close.." She began to ram herself against his hips, desperate to cum, not even sure if daddy was going to let her.
 
Damien kept on hearing his daughter's moan and tried as hard as he could to keep up with her over-zealous nature to please him, of course it was hard to considering she had a lot more experience than he did. Another factor, was that he had more experience in controlling his orgasms anyways, so he wasn't going to let her cum until he came, which would be a bit still, as he felt her pussy constricting around his large dick. Letting his tongue lick his own lips his hands gripped her breasts and squeezed the nipples lightly to produce a slightly more erotic effect. After a few minutes of this torture, Damien couldn't hold on any longer, and suddenly he yelled out, "Fuck! I'm cumming! You can cum for daddy you little slut." With that his whole body shook and soon he was spewing forth hot, white semen into his little girl not even on command, all on his own will while bucking his hips rather hard and fast into her.
 
Emily was relieved when her father finally let her explode. It took a few more whimpers from her part, and a scream until she thrusted her slender hips with her fathers, determined to let him have all of her juices. She didn't know why but having her father call her a slut made her feel more like a woman and less like his daughter, and it just sounded erotic on the whole. She gasped when he had grasped her perky breasts, nipples resting against his palm eagerly. "Oh! Daddy!" When he had said, she could, she knew that was a must cum. She was left shuddering and panting after the orgasm, her hair hung over her body like a wet curtain after their work out. She blushed, gently kissing his neck some. "Thank you, daddy." She said, smiling up at him, but still having him deep within her, not willing to let go until she was told to. Besides, he felt so warm and snuggly within her. And, it was more convenient to do other things when he stayed deep inside her.
 
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