What the daughter wants the daughter gets.

[thend krieg]

Danny sighed deeply as he walked in the front door. It had been many years since his wife had passed and he had to work to support himself and his daughter. Of course his daughter was a teenager now and so money came and went rather fast so he had many nights of overtime now. Tonight however he had taken off a little early to spend some quality time with his daughter but when he got home he found a message say that she had gone out with some friends. This saddened him but he understood the life of a teenage girl. He had never been strict oh her, even before her mother had passed away.

He slowly made his way up the stairs grabbing a towel and taking a shower. He took his time letting the water rinse over his long brown hair, a rarity for men nowadays, letting the water drip over his well built frame. His body was not a surprise considering he was a construction worker. Afterwords he pulled on a pair of boxers and some of his more comfy jeans. He had no reason to bother with a shirt since no one was there and he supposed he would be asleep before his daughter returned.

He returned downstairs looking over the movies he had sitting on the rack, though they were few. After looking through them all he finally decided on something a bit funny grabbing his copy of Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxyand popping it into the dvd player. He walked to the kitchen grabbing a soda to sip before the movie. He returned, took his seat on the couch and began watching his movie.

 

[Notte]

Ami, short for Amorette, walked in through the door, not paying attention if her father was home or not. He usually always worked rather late and she always had time to sneak in some fun. She had perfected the act of being "Daddy's little Angel," years ago. She always did the chores around the house and learned to cook, since her father was rarely home, she learned to defend for herself. However, behind closed doors, no one even knew the dark and twisted wicked things she did. Or the sin of the things she craved.

A short burst of laughter broke through her lips as her most recent hook-up Jared pushed her roughly against the wall, dragging his lips possessively down her neck, nibbling and biting, tearing at her clothes. Her breasts spilled out of her ripped open shirt, straining heavily against her black lace bra as the tempo of her breathing increased with her growing excitement. Low and throaty, a groan made it's way past her lips as Jared's mouth latched onto her left breasts, sucking in the pebbled peak of her nipple. He dutifully caressed the other, keeping the same pace between mouth and hand as he bit, licked, sucked, and plucked; however, there was just too much of her for him to hold with her breasts already past an F cup.

Her body was on fire, as if lightening made it's way through her veins and it stopped and pulsed at the core of her being. Her womb wept with each new spasm and she ached to feel the hot, thick, velvety length of Jared inside of her. But that would have to wait, she wanted his mouth to lavish her like she was water in the desert. Grabbing his hair, she pulled him back, kissed him hard, and then forced him down. "Now, Jared, I need your mouth on me now."

Still controlling his head, she threw one leg over his shoulder, the rough scrap of his five o'clock beard rubbed against the skin of her diamond cut stockings and her garter. Her red plaid mini skirt had already rode up her thighs and only the scrap of her soaked thong stood between her and paradise. Yet, she didn't care, she shoved his face into her pussy and cried out at the first swipe of his tongue against her clothed folds. He had to force and work his way around the material and that just made her blood run hotter, made it pound in her ears and drown out all noise. Her head fell back and her thick copper colored curls fell to her waist, while the full weight of her breasts were pushed forward. She wreathed as he groaned when the spike of her five inch heels grounded into his back.

 

[thend krieg]

Danny sat enjoying his moving, allowing a few chuckles to escape his lips. He knew the movie pretty well so not a lot surprised him, but there were still a few things he found amusing. When he heard the door open only about thirty minutes into his movies he assumed t was his daughter. He was still a little hurt that she was not home so was determined to wait for her to take her things to her room or come investigate the sound coming from the living room caused by the television.

However he soon head the sound of moans and groans coming from the hallway. He had always imagined his daughter to be a bit contained, however his ears were currently tell him him otherwise. He stood and walked so that he was just on the other side of the wall from his daughter and her mysterious lover.

He arrived just as she commanded her boy, apparently Jared to go down on her. He shook his head in shame, a million thoughts running through his mind. He figured that he could ignore it and they would leave, he returned to the tv blasting the volume to let her know he was there.

 

[Notte]

Amorette squeaked in alarm when the volume on the TV started blaring. She hadn't heard anything when she first came in - then again, she wasn't expecting too. She pushed Jared away from her, and grabbed a letter opener from the table next to the door. Jared tried to speak, but she clamped a hand over his mouth and glared him into silence.

Taking a deep breath, she scooted closer to the opening of the living room. "Whose there?" She called out shakenly, her voice somewhat quivering and she hated herself for it. Putting steel into her voice and straightening her spine she called out, "I worn you, I have a weapon and my daddy will be home soon. He is a very big and strong man, so I wouldn't try anything if I were you."

She pulled her cellphone out from between her breasts and started dialing the police. "I'm calling the police right now and they'll be here any moment." She had a bad taste of fear in her mouth, even while her body responded with excitement.

Jared pushed her hand away from his mouth and hissed at her how he wasn't going to stay for the cops to show up - something about a bad record. Before she could stop him, he bolted out the door. Leaving her in a possibly dire situation. She had the choice of running too, but this was her home. The home her father built after everything had crumbled when her mother died. So, she couldn't just leave.

The operator at the police station finally answered, but they could barely hear each other over the noise, so she started screaming into the phone. "I think someone broke into my hous--," but try as she might she couldn't hear anything. She yelled out to the intruder "I'm talking to the police right now."

But she wondered... would anyone hear her over the blasting noise from the TV.

 

[thend krieg]

Danny could not help but let out a brief chuckle when his daughter got scared. he continued observing his movie for a moment before muting it, "You better have some explanations as to why your threatening your father." He smiled not moving from his position on the couch. "Now that fling of yours is gone I suggest you explain your mistake and get in here." He moved slightly so that he could prop his legs up on the table.

He really had no idea how he was going to deal with this newest development yet. He had always thought his daughter an angel. He could never have fathomed his daughter being a sexual deviant. He always let he out and go as she pleased never really forcing her to do anything. He had thought giving her this freedom would prevent her from going down this path.

He raised his hand motioning for her to come into the living room, "Now hurry up your already testing my patience." As big of a show as he was trying to put he had a soft heart and a weak will when it came to his daughter, though he had to try and be tough now.

 

[Notte]

Amorette quickly straightened out her clothing, hung up the phone, and walked into the room to face her father, embarrassment staining her cheeks instead of shame. The letter opener was still clutched in her fist, as if she had forgotten it. She knew that her hair was messed up and had that "get got out of bed" look. Her shirt, although it covered her, strained tightly against her breasts and showed off a small amount of a toned flat stomach. Her red plaid skirt hung low on her hips and it teased and temped, one wrong move or breeze would have it lifting. She wore diamond thigh high stockings, connected to a garter belt, that just peeked from under her skirt, and too top off the whole outfit, she wore four inch high heels.

She wasn't sure how to go about this or how to face her father, if she should kneel and ask for forgiveness, possibly even beg for him to still love her. But, she couldn't, she didn't feel as if she had done anything wrong. She raised her hands up to run through her hair and poked herself with the letter opener, she released it and let it drop with a cling noise to the floor. "Daddy, I didn't know it was you. You're never home this early, I thought perhaps it was an intruder. I didn't see your car."

She bit her lip and stared at him, waiting for the storm that was to come. She wanted to cry, and curse, and scream for the injustice and frustration of it all. She played the part of the docile house wife, did the cooking, the cleaning, and all of the chores. But had none of the perks of being a wife, so, she went out and found it. Found it by way of her best friends father - he had taught her how daddies were supposed to love their girls.

 

[thend krieg]

He sat for a long time, his eyes gliding over her body with a lust filled core. He watched with a slight amusement as she pricked herself with the letter opener, the cling of it hitting the floor making a small smile of amusement cross his lips. He crossed his arms, partially from the chill his daughters outfit had brought on his body, and partially for the intimidation factor. "Well,my original intentions were to come home and spend some quality time with you. However," he paused for a moment looking towards the door, "It appears you had your own plans for the night."

He looked over his daughter again, still maintaining his temper, though his other emotions were running wild for a person they shouldn't. He tried to mask this by forcing a serious expression to his face. he closed his eyes looking away from her to allow himself to more clearly think. "For the past few years I have done everything to make sure you had what you wanted. I worked hard and I admit you did your share of the working taking care of this place for me. Currently I am at a loss as to what to do. As a father I feel I should punish you, but as a man I understand you taking on the work without certain," he paused searching for the right word, "rewards."

He rose now walking over to her standing directly in front of her, "Now I suggest you start pleaing your case before my temperament gets the better of me."

 

[Notte]

She had stayed silent while he talked, watched him with weary eyes as he moved towards her. But then, she heard it, and her temper went off. "Before your temper goes off? What temper!? You aren't even around enough to have a temper or too be mad at me. I do everything in this house, I go to school, then I come home to work myself to the bone. And yes, every know and then, I do like to go out. I do like to have fun with my friends or even - I don't know feel what it feels like between a man and a woman. To see how it is supposed to be for a man to love me. And yes, maybe I am just substituting them for you, but Christ daddy, I don't even know if you love me anymore. You don't show it at all. Always leaving me to my own devices."

She ranted and she raved, she paced the floor back and forth in front of him in little tight squares. Then she stopped and placed her and on his chest, her nails biting in to his flesh. "I like it, Daddy, I like the feel of the release, to have all that power at my command. I like it when someone wants me, when someone needs me - for something for anything. At least that way, even if they want me sexually, I know that they still want me in some way. In a way that I know you never wanted or needed me. Even here, daddy, even in this home you don't need me. You're like a ghost, never here to care."

Her eyes filled with anger and with tears. "Do you love me, daddy? I need you to show me that you still love me."

 

[thend krieg]

As she started to yell at him his temper rose, however he really understood where she was coming from. "I know I am not home a lot but that is because I am working to keep the bills paid and a roof over your head. Its not cheap to support you and myself on a single wage you know." He spoke now with a tinge of anger and hurt in his voice, "Do you think I would do all this if I did not love you sweety?" He sighed deeply as he walked over to her hugging her, "I love you deeply."

He pulled away walking back a little, "However going out and having these sexual escapades with random men are not good. Your not going to find someone who loves you flaunting yourself around like that." Her last words rang repeatedly through his head. How was he supposed to show her he loved her when it appeared all she wanted of men was sex, "What do you want me to do to prove I do love?" he reached out the back of his hand gently rubbing her cheek.

 

[Notte]

She sighed in pleasure as he hugged her, she liked the feel of her full breasts being tightly squished against his muscled chest. And she felt the loss of his heat when he pulled away. She thought over his question, but it only took a moment for her to decide.

Slowly, she advanced towards him, stood on tip toe with her hands holding onto his shoulders for balance, and pressed her lips lightly against his. Brushing across them once, twice before her tongue darted out to leave a wet trail against his bottom lip. Stepping back from him, but with her hands moving down to caress his chest, she purred with growing desire. "I want to feel you, daddy. I want to feel your love through your touch, through your kiss, through your body deep inside of mine. I want to know how much you need me, daddy. How much you love me."

As she spoke, she slowly undid the buttons of her blouse and let her lace covered breasts spill free. The hard tips of her nipples jaunting out in invitation as she let her shirt fall to the floor. "Show me daddy, touch me, cup my breasts with your rough hands: just like this, daddy. Just like this." She proceeded to show him by cupping her breasts, squeezing hard. "Lick, suck, and bite them, daddy. Worship them and make them yours."

 

[thend krieg]

He felt her body press against his as she balanced herself with his own shoulders. he stood confused for a moment until her lips met his, but not in a father daughter manner, but a lustful sinful manner. He could not help but freeze for a moment as her tongue darted out leaving a fresh wetness upon his lips. He could not believe what was happening, "I am you father this is wrong." He spoke softly as she reached for the buttons of her blouse.

He watched staring, his body telling him what to do but his mind fighting against him. When she told him to touch her his body reacted, though not as he suspected. His hand reached out, the tips of his fingers grazing her breast. he did not know what he was doing. All he knew was he wanted his daughter to love him and no other.

He gently pushed her hands aside cupping her breast tenderly in his of hand, "Hows this love." he smiled before dropping his head, his tongue tracing a circle around her hardened nipples leaving them wet and exposed. he took a breath slowly blowing on her nipple before slowly taking it into his mouth sucking it tenderly between his lips as his other hand found her other breast to give it proper treatment.