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Lexi's Diary

By: VanillaExtract



- Forewarning, daddy/daughter incest ahead! There is also some non-consent stuff, including revenge sex, anal, spanking, and a dash of bondage too. If you love or hate my stories, please leave a comment. I read every one of them, and they are always appreciated. Enjoy >:) -




Finally, I heard the car pull up. They were here. It had been a few years since I'd seen my wife—well, ex-wife—and my daughter. I peeked through the blinds as they climbed out of the car. Ugh, my ex-wife brought her bastard boyfriend along. Last time we saw each other, I broke his nose. He started it...sort of.

I stood up straight, checked my breath in my palm, patted down my short brown hair, then ran a hand down my chest. I was wearing a button-down white shirt. I wanted to look nice, but I hadn't worn one in years. It was far tighter around my muscles than it once had been. Thank god I didn't own a tie. 

I let them knock on the front door so they wouldn't know how anxious I was. Then I pulled it open. There she was, my little girl, Lexi, not so little anymore. She was 19 now, and she was starting college tomorrow. She had her mother's figure, 5'5", narrow shoulders, smooth skin, a beautiful neckline, great big brown eyes and long brown hair that fell in her face. She had also inherited her mother's breasts, which was to say they were perky but not large—not that I was looking.

"Hi, Lexi."

"Mark," Lexi said, stepping inside and passing me without a glance.

Ouch. First name basis? That hurt.

"Hi, Mark," my ex-whore, I mean, ex-wife said.

"Hello, Laura. How've you been?" I said, stepping out of the way as she entered.

"Fine."

"Neil," I said in plain acknowledgement.

Neil grunted as he stepped in after the psychopathic bitch, carrying Lexi's suitcase.

"So this is your new place?" Laura said.

"Yeah, it's not much, but it's all I can afford after the alimony."

"God, don't start."

"Are you and Neil thinking of getting married?" I asked. "Alimony runs out at the end of the year."

"We set a date for January," Neil said, his rat face grinning.

"Great," I said, slamming the door. I turned my attention to my daughter. She was looking around the small living room, her arms folded. Laura went to her.

"What do you think, honey?"

"I guess I'll just think of it as a dorm." She pointed at one of the shelves. "What's that doing here?"

There was a tall bottle of Jack Daniels on the shelf, well covered in dust, next to a collection of shot glasses.

Laura gasped. "Are you drinking again, Mark?"

"No, no. That's not what it looks like. I've been sober for three years. That's like a shrine. I keep it there to remind me I don't need it. Calm down."

Laura folded her arms. "Alcoholics shouldn't keep liquor in the house. It's a temptation."

"If an alcoholic wants a drink, nothing's going to stop him. This is the bottle I bought the first time I almost relapsed. It reminds me of who I was and who I want to be."

"Like any of us want to be reminded of that," Laura said. "Can we see her room?"

"Yeah, it's right down the hall there." I took a step forward, but Laura held up her hand.

"We'll find it."

Neil stretched his neck into the adjacent kitchen. "Do you also got a beer shrine in the fridge?"

"No, Neil."

"Got any food?"

"Go stuff your face, Neil."

Neil disappeared into the kitchen as I followed my ex-wife and daughter. They were inside her room, but I stayed down the hall, listening.

"Mom, I don't think I can stay with him," I heard Lexi whisper.

"It's only Monday through Friday. The college is right down the street. And he is paying your tuition."

"I just don't feel comfortable around him. I don't even know him anymore."

"You can drive back Friday afternoon, and you don't have to go back until Sunday night."

"I'm still with him all week."

"So stay in your room."

"I'd rather stay home."

"Honey, you need an education. Just try it for a month. And if you need a break, I'm only an hour away."

"He's probably going to drink every night and bring home hookers, like before."

"If he drinks or brings home women, I want you to leave straight away."

"He's a jerk though, Mom."

"He is a jerk, but he's trying. I want you to try too. At the very least, he owes you an education."

She sighed. "Okay, Mom."

"Give me a hug, sweetie."

I turned around and walked away from the conversation. Kids had long memories. But what did I ever do that was so bad? Yeah, fine, maybe I had a drinking problem when she was younger, but I had been in AA for three fucking years now. I am 100% clean. It's not as if I ever hurt either one of them. And I had done everything I could to get back into Lexi's life, never mind she was sixteen by the time I got my shit together. But I still paid all my back child support, sent her cards every holiday, called on her birthday. Didn't I deserve a second chance?

I'm sure her mother never let's her forget how much I fucked up. But I doubt she reminds Lexi that while I was out drinking, she was out fucking Neil. Yeah, she glosses right over that part and highlights the one and only time I brought home a hooker. And I only did it to get back at my wife for cheating on me. I wasn't even going to fuck the hooker. I just wanted my wife to see her deepthroating my cock, a skill she was sorely lacking. Of course, Lexi came home with my wife and saw everything. My wife filed for divorce the next day, cleaned me out in court, and took full custody of my daughter. Fucking bitch.

Back out in the living room, I saw Neil eating a sandwich in my kitchen, stacked with ham, cheese, lettuce, and tomato. "This bread is stale."

"You're a real piece of work, Neil. How's my ex-wife's gag reflex treating you?"

Someone scoffed behind me. I turned around. Laura was there, Lexi too. They both looked furious.

"I–I was joking."

"Gross," Lexi said.

Laura was scowling. "You're still a pig, Mark."

I looked away. "I'm sorry."

"Where's Lexi's car?" my ex-wife asked.

"Outside. Come on."

I led them outside. I had picked up the car for a few grand. It wasn't much, an old sedan, but it ran well. "It runs great."

"And it's so stylish," Lexi said, rolling her eyes.

"It'll do," Laura said.

"So are we done?" Neil said. "Can we hit the road?"

"I guess we'd better," Laura said.

Lexi frowned. "Already?"

"You'll be fine, sweetie." She hugged her again. "And, Mark, you take care of my daughter."

"She's my daughter too, Laura. I'll take care of her."

"Like you did when you left her at soccer practice when she was twelve?"

"Jesus!" I said. "That was seven years ago! Give me a break!"

"You earn breaks."

"Later, Lex," Neil said. "Stay outta trouble."

"Thanks, Neil."

Well, at least she wasn't calling Neil dad.

"Call me tomorrow, Lexi," Laura said. "I wanna hear all about your first day." She kissed her forehead. "Bye, honey."

"Bye, Mom."

Laura and Neil got back into their car and drove away. Lexi waved in their rearview mirror until the car vanished. Then she looked at me. I smiled at her. She rolled her eyes and walked away, returning to the house. I followed her in, but by the time I was inside, she had disappeared into her room. This was gonna take some work. I stopped outside her closed door. Best to start with respect. I knocked. She didn't answer. I knocked again. Still no answer. I opened the door.

"God, excuse you?" she said, looking up from the desk. There was a laptop on it I had bought for her. The bed was a queen. The dressers were white. I had painted the walls yellow, her favorite color when she was little. "Can you please respect my privacy? Day one and you're already barging in."

"I knocked."

"And I didn't answer. That means leave me alone, Mark."

I took a deep breath, leaning against the doorframe. "Okay, Lexi, let's clear the air. I know I haven't been a great father—"

"You haven't been a father at all."

"You know, it's not as if I haven't tried. Over the last few years, I've sent you gifts and cards and—"

"Oh, so you sent me gifts because you wanted something back?

"Of course not. I'm just saying I tried. I'm still trying."

"You cheated on Mom, and you cheated on me too, in a way. You destroyed our family. You don't get to come back into my life when it's convenient for you."

"Fine, but your mother cheated on me with Neil first."

"That's not true. They were just friends. They didn't get together until after you brought home a hooker, and I had to come home and see her sucking on your dick."

I put a hand to my forehead. Kids definitely had long memories. "Sweetie, I don't want to rehash the past. I admit I made mistakes. Your mother and I had problems, and I drank to escape them, but you're still my daughter, and I never stopped caring about you."

"Yeah, well, if you hadn't promised to pay my tuition, I wouldn't be here right now. Mom says it's the least you can do, so the way I figure it, you owe me. But I don't owe you. We're even."

"That's fair, I guess. But I'm not paying for your tuition because I want to get even. I'm doing it because you're my daughter and I love you."

"You didn't love me when I was thirteen and crying my eyes out because my father was in jail for a DUI on Christmas morning. And you didn't love me when—"

"Okay, stop. I don't need you to remind me of my mistakes. I've paid for them. It seems like you want me to keep paying for them."

"I do."

"I'm not the same man I was when you were little. All I want is another chance."

"Whatever," Lexi said, turning away, putting her nose in her phone.

"How about we talk a little more over dinner? What would you like? Name it and it's yours."

"Already ate."

"Oh. All right. Do you want to watch a movie? I rented—"

"No. I'm gonna go to sleep early. I have orientation at 8:00 a.m."

"All right. Do you want to—"

"Mark, just give me some space, okay? You don't need to cram three years into one night. If I want to get to know you again, I'll do it when I'm ready."

I exhaled. "All right, Lexi. I'll be in the living room if you want to talk."

I didn't see Lexi again for the rest of the evening. I thought of knocking on her door and saying goodnight, but then I thought better of it. She didn't want to talk to me, and it wasn't the time to force her.

Once I was in bed, I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking of how much my daughter hated me. I had to find a way to win her over. This was my only chance, right now while she lived here. If I didn't fix things before she finished school, she'd never talk to me again.

Around 2:00 a.m., I heard a sound in the hallway. Lexi had left her room. The bathroom door closed. A moment later, she returned to her room. I climbed out of bed. My sweatpants were scratchy and uncomfortable, but I didn't want to sleep naked, just incase my daughter came into my room unannounced.

Out in the hall, I tiptoed to Lexi's door, holding my breath. Was she still awake? I tried to listen. I wasn't sure what I expected to hear, maybe talking, maybe music, maybe snoring, maybe nothing. Instead, I heard moaning. I wasn't even sure I had heard what I had heard until I pressed my ear up against the door.

"Mmm, yes, ohh, right there," she whispered.

I was stunned. My little girl was...masturbating? I almost laughed. But then I glanced down. There was a keyhole in the door! Now, it's not that I wanted to see my daughter playing with her pussy, but I just couldn't believe she was actually doing it. I needed proof.

"God, yes, that feels so fucking good," she mumbled.

Yes, I definitely needed proof. I kneeled, bringing my eye to the keyhole. The angle was not good for peeping. The only thing I could see was the end of the bed from the side, but that was just enough to see Lexi's bare feet stretched out nice and wide.

"Oh, fuck. Yes, fuck me."

I peered closer. Her little toes were curling as her legs squirmed across the bed. And then I heard something that nearly made me fall forward and smack my face into the doorknob.

"Mmm, Daddy, fuck me deep."

What the fuck did she just say!?

"God, I'm gonna cum, Daddy. I can't help it. Can I cum, Daddy? Pretty please?"

Holy shit! Who the fuck was she talking about? Daddy? I knew she wasn't talking about me. I was Mark. So who the hell was her daddy? Neil? No, not him. She didn't call him daddy either. So what the fuck was she fantasizing about?

"Ohhh, yes, Daddy, I'm cumming," she squealed, her little toes spreading open like legs. And then her feet relaxed and I heard heavy breathing. She was finished. "Mmm," she purred.

I stood up, tiptoeing down the hallway so I wasn't heard, closing the door very quietly. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Oh, my fucking god," I breathed out.

My daughter was a pervert, a weird, sexually confused pervert, who had daddy fantasies. I felt dirty, as if I had violated her, even though all I had done was peek through a door and overheard her deepest thoughts. But I shouldn't know these things about her. No father should know their daughter's sexual cravings. What sort of man was I that I now knew them?

I turned in my bed, putting a pillow over my head, as if I could erase the memories. But as I lay there face down, I could feel my cock pinned up against my thigh. It didn't like that position. Or rather it did, because it was getting harder and longer. I reached down, grabbing my shaft and pointing it straight up, lying on it again. I ground my cock down into the mattress, trying not to think of my daughter, trying not to remember what I heard, trying not to imagine her with her legs spread wide open and her fingers buried in her cunt up to the knuckle.

Earlier, it would have been all I wanted in the world for my little girl to call me daddy again, but after hearing her scream daddy during her orgasm, how could I possibly want to ever hear her call me that again? How could I forget this night, the night she cried out daddy in pleasure?

I ground my cock harder into the mattress, and then I stopped. I shouldn't let these thoughts make my cock hard. I turned on my back and pulled my cock out of my sweatpants, letting it stand straight up into the air, the blankets bunched up around my thighs. I stared down at my tall shaft, so long and thick around. I wanted to take hold of it and give it a loving stroke, but I didn't want to get off to thoughts of my daughter. Instead, I closed my eyes and kept my hands to myself.

The next morning, I was up at my usual time, 6:30 a.m. Under the hot water of the shower, I convinced myself the entire night had been a misunderstanding. Girls said daddy all the time, even when talking about guys their own age. She didn't mean her real father. She didn't mean me. And that put me at ease. It meant I was the pervert, not her. Yes, I was the one who peeped through her door and violated her privacy. But never again. I swore it wouldn't happen again.

I looked down at my heavy cock between my legs. My shaft seemed to throb, the hot water running down off the head. I wrapped my hand around it. Yes, now I could jerk off. I had earned it by resisting last night. I stroked it once, pulling the skin all the way forward. Fuck, I needed this. I could feel it growing stiffer and stiffer in the palm of my hand, throbbing in thanks for the attention it needed. I stroked it harder, squeezing with my fist. Then I pumped a glob of soap into my hand, returning to my stroking.

It was standing straight and true now, long and thick around, the veins pulsing like a heartbeat. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander. I begged it not to wander to Lexi on her bed last night, her silky smooth legs wide open, her pussy red and puffy and wet, dripping onto the sheets, a puddle under her ass, but my mind was weak, and wander it did.

Knock, knock.

"Huh? Uh, yes?" I called.

"Mark, are you in there?"

"Yes, what? I'm showering."

"Are you almost done? I have to get ready! Orientation starts at 8:00 a.m.!"

"Oh, sorry. Can you give me ten minutes?"

"No! I'm going to be late! I've been waiting forever! It's my first day!"

"Fuck," I whispered. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." I cleared my throat. "Okay, honey. I'm on my way out."

I turned off the water, my hard cock bobbing obscenely as I climbed out of the shower. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist. Oh, god, how do I hide this?

"Mark? Are you out? Can I open the door?"

"No! No, just one second."

I squeezed my cock under the towel. What was I supposed to do? Baseball, baseball, baseball...remember that porno where that one girl fucked another girl with a baseball bat? Oh, no, I've ruined the baseball trick!

"Mark?"

"Okay, coming."

I tightened my towel as best I could, holding it together at my waist, my cock bent to the side, and opened the door.

"About...um, time," Lexi said, her eyes darting to the bulge in the towel. She gulped, looking up at me. "Can I shower?"

"Yeah."

I stepped out of the way, trying to keep my side turned to her. It wasn't helping. My cock was fighting to get straight, tenting in the towel. When my daughter passed through the door, she had to slide by. I felt her hip brush up against my towel, the rough fabric sending a tingling sensation straight down my shaft. I hurried out the door, and when I glanced back, I saw my daughter watching me. Then she closed the door.

I stepped into my room, palming my face. "Stupid!" My daughter had all but seen that my cock was hard. I rubbed my face. I supposed she had seen it once before, back during the hooker incident. How do I keep messing up? Maybe it was just in my nature.

Now that my cock had retreated in shame, I dressed as quickly as I could, jeans and a short-sleeved shirt. I headed out to the living room, passing the bathroom and the sound of the shower, into the kitchen, cracking a few eggs into a bowl and mixing them fast: a dash of milk for fluffiness, a pinch of salt for taste, and into the pan. They scrambled up and made it to the plate with a couple pieces of toast just as Lexi came down the hallway, her pretty brown hair all wavy and wet, falling over her shoulders. Her top was white too. I could see the outline of her bra. Her skirt was purple and frilly. Lexi always loved skirts. Maybe she hadn't changed as much as I thought.

"Morning, sweetie," I said. "I made eggs."

She pinched her bottom lip between her teeth as she looked into the kitchen. "Um, thanks, but I should probably hurry. I don't wanna be late."

"Come on, sweetheart, a healthy breakfast will help you focus." ...And it will erase the guilt of your father lusting after your young body.

"Okay, just a bite, I guess."

"Great!"

I put the plate on the table and sat down across from her, taking a few bites of my eggs as I watched her eat. This was the first meal we'd shared together in a long time. I felt the need to say something.

"I'm really glad you're staying here, Lexi. I think it'll give us time to get to know each other again. I want to be a good father to you."

She nodded, swallowing her eggs. "I know, Mark."

Every time she said my name like that, it was a dagger in my heart. "You know, you can call me dad, sweetie."

She stood up. "I don't know if I feel comfortable with that."

"I just meant—"

"Look, Mark, I just feel more comfortable calling you by your name. I don't want to be...too familiar, okay?"

"Familiar?"

"Yeah. I'll see you later."

I nodded. "All right, sweetie."

She started toward the door but then turned back. "Oh, and, Mark?"

"Yes?"

"Stay out of my room, okay?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, like, I know you're trying to rebuild our relationship or whatever, but it starts with trust. So stay out of my room, okay?"

"Yeah, of course, sweetie. I wasn't going to go through your things."

She nodded. "Okay." She put her hand on the door. Then she looked back. "Like, you promise, right?"


Lexi's Diary



I almost laughed. "Baby, you have my word. I will not set foot in your room."

"Not even to put away something or whatever. Mom always respected my space."

"And I will too. I promise."

"Thanks...Mark."

She disappeared through the door. I watched her drive away in her car. And then my mind began churning. Why couldn't I go into her room? What was so important? Hell, I wouldn't have gone in anyway, but the after she made a point to tell me not to, and then made me promise, and then even mentioned her mother, well...it made me suspicious. Did she have drugs in there? Or toys? I gulped. Maybe she just didn't want me to find the messy puddle of pussy juice in her sheets.

I glanced at the clock. I had to be to work in 30 minutes, which meant I had about 10 minutes to get myself together and get out of here. I returned to my room, grabbing a few things I needed, my phone, my watch, my keys, then into the bathroom, brushing my teeth, combing my hair, shaving, things I'd skipped earlier.

What the hell was in her room? I stepped back out into the hall and looked at her door. Yes, I had given her my word, and if I respected her privacy, I would not open that door. I had been a bad father and staying on this side of the door made me a good one. But wait a minute. She couldn't even be bothered to call me dad. So maybe I couldn't be bothered to obey the promise I made.

I opened the door. There was nothing shockingly out of place when I stepped in, except a few messy clothes slung about. My eyes naturally went to the bed. It was already made, the covers perfect, but I did not touch them. For all I knew this was a test and she had carefully placed things around the room in an effort to catch me, like that cup on the edge of her desk, waiting to fall off if it was nudged. Well, I was too smart for her.

Nevertheless, I did walk around and peek from place to place. I really wanted to open her drawers though. I was curious to see if she had put her clothes away. That was all. I opened the first one. It was full of socks and panties. I stared at them. God, I just wanted to plunge my face into that pile of panties. What the hell was wrong with me? Those were my daughter's! Goddamn my mind. How had it become so filthy overnight?

Oh, I was possessed. My hand lifted and started to sink into the panties, like a submarine taking on water. I couldn't stop it! I could feel silk, cotton, and lace between my fingers. I argued she would never know. No one could memorize the position of a disorganized panty drawer. I rubbed them between my fingers, feeling them, touching the crotch. My cock began to stiffen in my pants.

I felt something else too: the binding of a book. I carefully spread the panty sea apart. At the bottom of the ocean, I found a diary. Lexi kept a diary? I pulled the black book out and stared at it as if it was made of gold, as if it held the secrets of the universe, as if it was the key to winning my daughter's love after years of neglect. I forgot all about the panties as I opened the book, flipping to the most recent entry, written this morning.

September 2nd, Tuesday Morning

Dear Diary, OMG! I've gotta make this quick! I think I just saw Mark's cock! Yes! He was hard in the bathroom! It was covered by a towel, but I saw it. I couldn't believe it. I'll write more when I have time.

"Shit!" She did notice. Damn it. Let's see the previous entry.

September 1st, Monday

Dear Diary, well, I'm here. I met Daddy again. I mean, Mark. I'm going to call him Mark from now on. I don't want to think of him as my daddy. I was scared it was going to happen just like I thought, and guess what? It did. I don't know if I can stay here, thinking of him like this. I can't even look him in the eye. It's like if I do, he'll read my mind and know the truth. Oh, god, why am I like this?

"What the hell..." ...was she talking about? And she was intentionally calling me Mark so she wouldn't think of me as her daddy? Why?

August 31st, Sunday

I'm freaking out, Diary. We're leaving tomorrow. I can't even think straight. I keep telling myself the daddy in my head is not the same daddy I'm moving in with. They're different people: fantasy versus reality. But the fantasy has been getting me off for as long as I can remember. I can't even cum anymore unless I'm thinking of my daddy. But now I'm going to see him every day? And he's going to smile at me while I'm thinking about all the nasty things I've imagined him doing to me? I hate this. I don't want to live with him. I don't even want to know him. I'm so scared of him. But I want him so bad. I hope it feels differently from whatever's in my head. I hope I don't even think he's the same person. I won't let him be the same person. I'm going to call him Mark when I see him. He's not my daddy. That big fat cock I saw that hooker sucking on is my daddy's, not Mark's. Mark's just a stranger. God, why am I thinking like this? Why can't I fall for a normal boy and cum like a normal girl who doesn't have to imagine her daddy fucking her? I hate myself.

"Oh, my dear god," I said out loud. "My daughter has a fetish for me. I can't believe it. This can't be real."

I spent an hour going through that diary. When my boss called, I told him my car battery had died, but I was on my way. Of course, I didn't leave until I went through the entire diary. My daughter had been fantasizing about me for years. I was her imaginary fuck toy, the one who got her off in that twisted little mind of hers. She creamed every night imagining it was my cock, the cock she saw that day with the hooker, driving in and out of her young, unfucked cunt.

I blamed myself. Yes, my daughter was sick, but it was my fault. I had never been there as a father, so she had created a new father in my place, one in her head who was loving and caring and some kind of sexual playmate. Of course, the hooker incident had pushed her over the edge.

I hated myself as I stared down at that diary. I had created a monster without realizing it. Lexi wasn't a pervert. I was just a bastard who had warped her. Goddamn me. But what was I to do about it? How was I to fix her?

I put the diary away and headed out to my car, driving to work, turning over my problem. Once I made it to the scrap yard, I jumped behind my forklift and started moving pallets in the warehouse.

Oh, how my mind drifted. So my daughter was sexually fixated on me. That was deeply disturbing, but I suppose Freud had been postulating this a century ago. Why should it surprise me? More important was how to help her get over it. Maybe I could just be a jerk to her. No one wanted a jerk. But that was easier said than done. After all, what father wants to be a jerk to their little girl? And worse, what if it worked and she never spoke to me again?

"Harvey," I said to a buddy of mine at lunch, "you've got two daughters, right?"

"Yeah. One's mine, the other's a step."

"Has either one of them ever...upset you?"

"Huh? Oh, is this about your kid? She's moving in with you, right?"

"Yes. She did move in yesterday."

"Ah, fulltime dad again."

"Sort of."

"So what's your kid done wrong?"

"It's nothing she's done. I was just wondering if your daughters ever make you feel uncomfortable."

"How so?"

"Like your step daughter for instance. Did she ever..."

"Ever what?"

"Ever do anything inappropriate?"

"Not really. I mean, she gets in trouble, does stupid shit, stole some stuff from the mall. That what you mean?"

I sighed. "Yeah, I guess."

"Mark, it's like this. Kids learn what parents teach 'em. You teach 'em good, they do good. You teach 'em bad, they do bad."

I put my head down, thinking, and if you teach them you're a pervert, they grow up to become one as well. What have I done?

Lexi was home when I stepped through the door, sitting on the couch. She looked up at me, meeting my eyes, and then she looked away. "Hey, Mark. Welcome home."

"Thanks," I said, taking off my boots. "How was your day?"

"Fine," she said, climbing up and moving into the kitchen.

I followed her. She was putting together some bread, lunchmeat, cheese, and slicing a tomato. 

"What are you doing?"

"Making myself dinner."

"I thought we could have dinner together tonight."

She glanced at me and then looked away. "You go ahead. I'm just gonna have a sandwich."

She had the sandwich together now, but it made me angry. Maybe she felt uncomfortable around me, but the only way she was going to get over it was by actually being around me. Maybe what she needed was tough love. I grabbed her plate, pulling it right out from under her, and threw it into the trashcan, breaking it.

"What the hell?" she said.

"You're not eating by yourself. In this house, we eat together."

"Don't be a jerk, Mark."

That needed to change too. If she could identify me as her daddy, it might break her of this sick fetish.

"Don't call me Mark again."

"Excuse me?"

"You can call me dad, father, daddy, hey you, but don't call me Mark again."

She scoffed. "I can call you whatever I want."

"No, you can't. It's disrespectful. You want respect, then treat me with respect."

"Why should I, when you you've been a bastard my whole life? You fuck hookers and you're a drunk. So fuck you, Mark."

I heaved an angry breath. "That's it. You want to live in the past? Fine, I'll treat you like a child." I grabbed her wrist, yanking her across the kitchen.

"What the fuck?" she cried.

I shoved her up against the table, bending her over, my hand on the back of her neck, holding her down.

"Let me go!" she screamed. "You fucking psycho, let me go!"

My other hand raised high into the air, and then it came down, swatting her on the ass, right across her skirt. She cried out.

"Ow! Ow! You fucker!"

"One!" I slapped her again. "Two!"

She screamed and kicked her legs, but I swatted her ass harder.

"Three, four! You still want to live in the past, Lexi, like a spoiled little brat?"

"I fucking hate you!"

"Good! Five!" I shouted, slapping her ass harder as she screamed even louder. "Anytime you want me to stop, just start acting like an adult, and I'll treat you like one!"

"I'm telling Mom!"

I slapped her even harder, my palm going numb. "Six! Seven!"

"Ow, ow! Please, stop! It hurts!"

"Eight!" I shouted, slapping her harder. "Are you an adult yet? Do you want to be 19 or do you want to be nine? Nine!" I slapped her once more.

"Ahh!" she cried. "I'm 19! I'm 19! Please, stop! I'll call you Daddy! Please!"

I let her up. She fell into the chair and whimpered, her lower lip trembling, tears running down her face.

"I can't believe you hit me."

I folded my arms. "I don't like punishing you, but in my home, I expect respect."

She lowered her eyes. "Y-yes, Daddy."

"Go wash your face, then come help me with dinner."

"Yes, Daddy," she said, climbing up from the chair and leaving.

I grinned nice and wide. That worked so well! Haha, I couldn't believe it! I couldn't wait to read her diary tomorrow! Oh, I knew what it would say, something like, "Dear Diary, I am so over my father. He's the biggest jerk in the world. I can't believe I ever thought he was sexy. He's just a gross, mean, asshole. I'm glad he spanked me. Now I feel normal again."

I chuckled to myself as I opened the fridge and poked around, settling on a couple of chicken breasts. I seasoned them. By the time Lexi was back, I had the vegetables out.

"Chop the carrots."

"Yes, Daddy," she said, coming to the counter, taking a knife and getting started. She was quiet as she worked. I felt I should say something.

"I hope we can start new, Lexi. That's what you moving here means, a second chance for us."

She nodded. "Okay."

"Good," I said. "Past in the past. A fresh start."

She nodded again. "Yeah."

Once dinner was on the table, the silence did not improve. Maybe I had succeeded in fixing her fetish, but I was beginning to worry I had also succeeded in making her hate me.

"How was your first day?"

She shrugged. "Busy. I have a lot of homework already."

"Meet any cool people? Maybe some cool boys?"

"Not really."

"How do you like your instructors?"

"They're nice."

"Hmm. Oh, how'd the car run?"

"Fine."

"That's good. I had a friend of mine go through it. It may not look like it, but it's clean under the hood."

"Great."

"Did you call your mother?"

She looked up at me. "And tell her you spanked me like a child? Of course not. She'd probably call the cops on you, take me out of school, and make me move home."

"I meant, uh, to talk about your day."

"Oh. No. Not yet."

"All right."

Lexi put her knife and fork down. "I'm finished. May I be excused?"

"Wait. I thought we might spend some time together tonight, watch a movie or go somewhere, something."

"I have homework. May I be excused?"

"All right, Lexi."

Lexi put her plate away, pausing there at the sink. "I'll do the dishes later if you want me to."

"How about you wash and I rinse?"

"Yes, Daddy."

She left. I looked down at my plate. Maybe I shouldn't rush this.

Later that night, I was lying in bed, thinking about my little problem child. Then I heard a sound in the hallway. Lexi had gone into the bathroom. I heard the water run, and then she returned to her room. I waited for a moment before climbing out of bed. Down the hall, I held my breath outside Lexi's door.

"Mmm, Daddy," Lexi whispered.

Oh, no, not again. I knelt down and peeked through the keyhole. Once again, I saw her bare feet spread wide open, her little toes stretching.

"Ooh, fuck, Daddy," Lexi said. "I'm sorry I'm a bad girl. Mmm, please don't spank me."

Damn it! What the hell was going on here?

"Daddy, spank me with your cock. Mmm, slap my pussy with your long shaft. Oooh."

I felt like barging in and spanking her again.

"God, Daddy, put it in my wet pussy. Fuck, I want your cock."

I growled and walked away. I almost slammed my door, but I still had the good sense to close it gently. Then I lay down, glaring at the ceiling. Goddamn her. What did I have to do to make her normal? Normal like me? My dick was half hard just listening to her play with herself.

I rolled over. Clearly, this required more thought. I needed to scare her off, do something to separate myself from this fantasy. But what? Maybe the solution was to make the fantasy real. Well, not actually real, but just a splash of cold water in the face. I wonder what would happen if I actually came on to her? Or said something inappropriate? Maybe kissed her? Even showed her my dick? It might shatter her little fantasy, gross her out. Hmm. It was worth a try...

The alarm woke me the next morning. I hit it a few times to shut it up before I found the button. I stumbled down the hall and into the bathroom, peeling off my sweatpants before tripping into the shower. I turned on the hot water and sighed. There, now I was awake. I felt my dick throb and I looked down at it.

"What do you want? You're so demanding. Fuck off."

I gave my long cock a stroke, tilting my head back, the hot water running down my chest and over my shaft. I gave it a few more tugs and it began to harden.

Knock, knock.

"Huh?"

"Daddy?"

"What?" I came back.

"Are you going to be long? I've gotta get ready for class."

"Jesus, this girl," I muttered.

But then I remembered my plan. Wait, was I serious about that? Was I really going to expose myself to my daughter, let her see my hard cock? And would it really wake her up from her weird daddy fetish and repulse her like I hoped? I left the shower running and stepped out of the tub, the water dripping off my body and coating the floor.

"Daddy?" she called, knocking again. "Daddy, can you hear me?

"Yeah, hold on, I hear you." I turned the knob and opened it. 

"Oh, my god, Daddy!" she covered her eyes, though her fingers were spread apart. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Relax," I said, grabbing her arm and yanking her hand away from her eyes. "It's just a dick. If you haven't seen one by now, you need to discover the internet. Hell, when I was your age, we had co-ed dorms. Kids were running around naked everywhere. How do you think I met your mother?"

Her eyes were bulging. "I, I didn't mean you had to open the door. I just, I just—"

"Calm down, Lexi. Are you 19 or are you nine?"

"I'm 19."

"Then come into the bathroom and do what you need to do."

I turned my back and stepped into the tub under the hot water, half closing the shower curtain. It was clear anyway. I began to shampoo my hair.

"You know," Lexi said, "I could totally tell Mom about this. She'd be furious if she knew I saw your cock."

I laughed under the water, wiping my eyes to look out of the shower at my daughter. She was just standing there, staring, her eyes going up and down.

"Are you threatening to tattle on me, Lexi?"

"No, I'm just saying if Mom knew you were standing naked in front of me with your big cock rock hard, you'd be in big trouble."

"So tell her," I said, turning off the shower and stepping out. "Show me I was right to spank you like a little girl. Is that how you want me to treat you again?"

Lexi shrunk away from me, keeping her eyes down. "I'm not gonna tell."

"Your mother doesn't scare me, Lexi. Don't ever think she does. Hand me that towel."

Lexi reached for the towel, pulling it off the rack, holding it up. I snatched it from her grasp, wiping my wet face with it, running it over my hair, taking time to dry my body in front of my daughter while she kept her eyes on me, staring at my cock that was proud to stand at attention for her. Then I wrapped the towel around my waist, taking my cock from her eyes. She seemed to wake up and look at me for the first time. I smirked at her.

"I need to shave. Do you mind?"

"Oh." She stepped out from in front of the sink.

I grabbed the cream and filled my hand, rubbing it on my face. Then I began shaving. I glanced at her in the foggy mirror. "Are you going to stand there and stare at me all morning or are you going to get ready for school?"

"But I can't shower with you in here."

"Nine or 19, Lexi?"

"I'm not getting naked in front of you. That's...gross."

I grinned. Yes, just the word I wanted to hear! She was grossed out! Completely grossed out! It had worked! I laughed out loud and she kept staring. I finished shaving and dropped the razor. But I didn't leave. I made her wait until I finished brushing my teeth. I winked at her.

"Bathroom's all yours, kiddo."

Lexi watched me leave. I heard the door close behind me as I returned to my room. I laughed again as I took off my towel and looked down at my cock.

"Good job, big guy. You scared the hell out of her."

I chuckled as I dressed. I couldn't believe it. That worked so well. Perfect. Just perfect.

In the kitchen, I started breakfast. I had it all together in no time, but Lexi did not appear. I headed down the hallway. The shower was still running. I knocked once.

"Lexi?"

"Um, yes, what?"

"I have breakfast ready," I called.

"Okay, um, I'm just finishing up. Can you give me five minutes?"

"All right."

I headed back to the kitchen, keeping it warm. In point of fact, it was ten minutes before she got out of the shower and went to her room. I glanced at the clock. What the fuck was this girl doing?

"Lexi?" I called down the hall. "Let's move or they'll be no time for breakfast!"

"Coming!"

I returned to the kitchen, taking the now overcooked food off the stovetop. When I turned around, Lexi had finally arrived. She was wearing a red and black checkered skirt today, with a white blouse.

"There you are. Here, I made sausage."

Lexi looked up at me as I put a plate of scrambled eggs, toast, and a long sausage down on the table. She sat quietly in front of it, forking a bit into her mouth. I sat across from her.




Lexi's Diary



"We'll have to eat fast," I said.

She nodded. "Thanks."

"So, what classes are up today?"

She swallowed her mouth full. "English and Math."

"Fun," I said. "Do you need any money for lunch or anything?"

"Oh, no, I've still got some. Thanks."

"It's no problem, baby."

"Daddy?"

"Hmm?"

"How big is your cock?"

"What?" I said, freezing.

"I was just wondering how many inches it is."

"Why are you asking?"

"I was just trying to work out how big it is. It looks about nine or ten inches. How big is it exactly?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Just in case I wanna post a message on Facebook about how I saw my daddy's cock. I wanna know how many inches to say."

"Why would you post something like that?"

She shrugged. "You made it sound like it's normal to go around showing your cock, so I was gonna ask my friends if they've ever seen their father's cocks."

I rubbed my forehead. Geez, this was backfiring. "Look, if you say something like that out of context, it makes me sound like a pervert."

"Aren't you? If I summarize the two days I've been here, I can say, yeah, my father made me call him daddy, he spanked me, and then he showed me his cock."

I folded my hands together. "Okay, I see what you're trying to do now. Obviously, you're upset, and you're trying to get even. Well, keep trying. You can't intimidate me, kiddo. If you drag me through the mud with your little stories, you'll be dragging yourself right along behind. Do you really want to be the girl on Facebook who talks about her father's cock, who got spanked because she was being a spoiled little brat? In fact, you're starting to act up again, aren't you?" I stood up. "How old are you acting, Lexi?"

She gulped, lowering her eyes. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean it."

"Stand up."

"But I said I'm sorry."

"I said stand up!"

She stood up. "Daddy, don't."

"Bend over the table."

She bit her lip, putting her hands on the table and bending over, sticking her ass straight out. "Daddy, not as hard as last time."

"Count, Lexi," I said, pulling my hand back. I let it fly, slapping her ass, her skirt rippling.

"Ow! Ow, ow, ow! Fuck, ow!"

"If you don't count, it doesn't count!" I shouted, slapping her ass again even harder.

She screamed. "One! Fuck, ow! Not so har—ohh! Fuck! Two! Two!"

I let my hand fly again, the loud smack of my palm on her ass echoing in the small kitchen. She was screaming in pain, shouting out the numbers before my hand could pull back for another strike and invalidate the count.

"Three! Four! Five!" she cried. "Please, Daddy, no more! Ow! Six! I'll be good!"

I slapped her ass again. She sagged against the table, lying on it as she cried, her tears running down her cheeks. I swatted even harder, making her scream and kick her legs.

"Seven! No more, please, Daddy, please! Ow, eight!" I slapped her once more, and she screamed "Nine! Nine! Nine. Nine." She sniveled. "Nine."

"Now," I said, closing my stinging hand, "are you going to keep acting like a bratty nine year old?"

She shook her head, wiping her nose. "No, Daddy. I'll be good. I'll be 19."

"Get your ass off to school."

"Y-yes, Daddy," she said, whimpering as she stood up straight, one hand coming around to hold her sore ass. She took small steps as she left the kitchen, picking up her bookbag. She slipped out the front door. I went to the window and saw her car pull away.

I glanced at the clock. I didn't have long before I had to be off to work myself. I hurried to her bedroom, stepping inside, sliding her underwear drawer open, slipping my hand in, feeling underneath, pulling out the diary. I flipped it open to the most recent entry.

September 2nd, Tuesday Evening

Diary, I'm home from school. Guess what happened after breakfast? Daddy, yes, DADDY—I'm not allowed to call him Mark anymore—spanked me! Nine times! It hurt like hell and I cried. I was so pissed off at first, but it made my pussy so wet. My ass hurt all day while I was in class. I couldn't wait to get home and shove my fingers in my cunt. Yup, you guessed it, Diary. I just finished cumming. Here, I'm gonna wipe a little on your pages as a memory. Mmm, fuck, I know it's totally wrong, but I am fantasizing about my daddy again. I can't help it, Diary. I know I'm fucked up in the head. I know it's sick and gross, but he makes me horny. He won't even let me pretend he's just a stranger anymore. He's my daddy, and I like it. But it's just a fantasy, right? I know he'd never touch me. And I'm glad. I think I'd freak out if he did. He'll be home soon. I'd better rub my pussy once more so I get it out of my system.

"What the fuck?" I said out loud. "Goddamn it! This is fucking unbelievable! I can't fucking win for losing. Motherfucker, she liked it! She actually liked it. Fuck fuck fuck! Shit, I shouldn't have spanked her again. Wait."

I turned the page, which was now crinkled from dried pussy juice. There was another brief entry from earlier this morning.

September 3rd, Wednesday Morning

I just saw Daddy's cock, Diary! No towel! Full on cock! I can't believe it. He just opened the bathroom door naked, and I saw it! It was HUGE, Diary, like nine or ten inches, as big as any porno I've ever seen. I thought I imagined it back when I first saw the hooker sucking it, but no, it is definitely big and real and terrifying. He probably thought I was a total perv because I just stared at it in awe. It is beautiful. I totally rubbed my pussy in the shower and came everywhere! Seriously, I squirted! That's only happened a few times! Yes! I squirted! It was the best orgasm I've ever had, like, ever! Oh, shit, Daddy is calling for me. I gotta go. Mmm, I can't wait till I get home and I can cum again!

"Motherfucker!" I said, putting the diary away. I stomped out of the room and back into my own. I grabbed my head. "This is a fucking catastrophe! What the fuck am I going to do? Oh, my god, I fucked up! I fucked up so bad! Oh, fuck, the time! I'm gonna get fired. Shit!"

I drove to work, speeding through traffic.

"Fucking perverted little bitch," I shouted at the traffic. "Fuck!"

I was generally distracted all day at work. I almost skewered a man with my forklift. He shouted at me.

"Watch where you're going, Mark!"

"You watch where you're going, you son of a bitch basted mother—oh, shit, boss! I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was you. I was kidding!"

"You better not be drinking again, Mark."

"No, sir."

"Stop by my office later."

"Yes, sir."

I drove home loathing having to see my daughter. How had I fucked things up so bad? And how did I make things right, make her normal? I had to think of something. But what? Hmm. Ah, but wait. What had her diary said? It was just a fantasy. She would freak out if I actually did something. So...what if I actually did something?

"Hold on, Mark," I said to myself as the traffic crawled. "You can't touch your daughter."

"No," I replied to myself. "I just have to...hmm...make her uncomfortable with the idea. Yeah. Do something subtle. I want her to wonder if I want her. And if she thinks I do, it stops being a fantasy. Then it turns gross. I mean, shit, all I did was flash my cock. That's not sex. She can see that on the internet. But to make her think I want something. Yeah, that will definitely repulse her. Right, that's the way to do this! You know, I just might be a genius!"

I was cheerful by the time I made it home, opening the door and sliding inside. My little Lexi was sitting on the couch, a big textbook in her lap. She looked up, a small smile forming.

"Hi, Daddy."

She was pleased to see me? I figured she'd still be upset. Then again, she probably just finished fucking herself with a baseball bat or something. Damn it, not the baseball thing again!

"Hi, sweetie. How was your day?"

"Not bad. Yours?"

"I almost ran over my boss with a forklift."

"Oh, haha. Can't fire you for almost."

"I told H.R. the same thing," I said. I walked behind the couch and then leaned over, kissing the top of her head. "What do you want for dinner, kiddo?"

She shrugged. "Whatever you want."

I put my hands on her shoulders and began to massage them. "How about we order something?"

"Mmm-kay," she said. "That feels nice."

I paused for a moment and then began rubbing again. Maybe this was my moment to make it weird. I kept rubbing her shoulders, my fingers slipping around her collarbone, catching the neck of her shirt.

"Harder?" I asked.

"A little. Better than being spanked anyway." She chuckled.

"I don't like to punish you."

"Coulda fooled me," she said.

"Good girls don't get punished," I said.

My fingers moved underneath the neck of her shirt, rubbing her collarbone. Then my hands slid down her neckline, touching her chest.

"Jesus, Daddy!" she said, pulling away from me.

"What?" I said.

"Hello! Those are my tits down there."

I laughed. "Relax, kiddo, just an accident."

"Right..." she said, though she looked suspicious and definitely uncomfortable. Perfect.

"All right, I'm gonna change. You order pizza."

"Okay."

I headed to my room, changing out of my jeans and work shirt. I took off my underwear as well. Then I put on a plain white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. I could feel my cock loose inside. Let's see how she reacted if I put her hand right on top of my sweat pants. I bet she'd run screaming, grossed out that her father did that. Hopefully, she won't be so pissed she wants to move home. But I'll assure her it was an accident and nothing like that will ever happen again. That will set her right.

Back in the living room, I hopped on the couch, putting my feet up on the coffee table. "Ordered?"

"Yup. Thirty minutes," Lexi said.

I flipped on the TV, channel surfing while Lexi flipped pages of her book. I glanced at it in her lap and then reached for it, sliding my hand underneath, my knuckles brushing between her legs for a moment before I took the book. She squirmed.

"What are you doing?"

I tossed the book on the coffee table. "Spend an hour with your old man."

"But I have to study."

"Study later."

"Or what? I get another spanking?"

I smirked at her, and then I grabbed her arm. She squealed as I yanked her across my lap.

"No, Daddy, no!"

I held her in place, grinding upward. Could she feel my cock underneath her tits? Did she realize there were only a couple of layers of cotton separating us? Did it repulse her?

"Smart ass girls get their smart asses slapped."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I was only teasing!"

I swatted her ass once, but not hard, then I let her arm go and she wiggled free, grabbing my thigh for a moment to push herself up. She leaned back on her knees, looking angry.

"Not funny."

I chuckled, turning my attention back to the TV. She settled down on the couch, keeping her arms folded in protest, her bare feet up on the coffee table next to mine. I put my arm around her shoulder, yanking her into my side.

"Daddy!"

I ruffled her hair. "Don't be so mad at me all the time, baby girl."

She rolled her eyes. "If you weren't such a jerk, I wouldn't be."

I kissed her forehead. "You're no picnic either, but I still love you."

She sighed and she seemed to relax, putting her head on my chest. "I guess you can be nice sometimes."

"Sometimes, eh?"

"Yes, just sometimes."

"Come on. I'm cool more than sometimes," I said, nudging her ribs with my fingers. She squirmed.

"Stop it. And no, just sometimes."

I nudged her again. "More often than not, at least."

"Nope, just sometimes," she said, squirming again. I tickled her ribs and she wiggled. "Stop, Daddy."

"Say more than sometimes."

"No."

"Say it," I said, tickling her ribs.

"Noo," she whined. "What are you going to do, spank me again if I don't say it? Yeah, there's the jerk side coming out."

"No, that's not a spanking punishment. It's a tickle punishment!"

I spun on her, reaching out to her sides, tickling.

"Ah!" she cried, struggling, trying to push my hands away. "Stop! Daddy, stop! I'm 19! You can't tickle me! Stop!"

She was laughing and squirming. She fell on her back, trying to crawl away, but I was after her, crawling on top, tickling up and down her sides, under her arms, my fingers brushing the sides of her firm breasts.

"Ah, Daddy, stop! Haha, stop! I can't take anymore!"

I chuckled. "Oh, you can stop me anytime you want. Say I'm' always nice. Always, Lexi."

"Never!" she cried, laughing and twisting. She tried to turn around on her tummy, her arms pinched to her sides to protect her ribs, but I reached around, tickling her waist. I slipped my hand under her shirt, my fingertips on her bare flesh as she squirmed, pushing up against me.

"Say always!" I said.

"No! Haha, stop it, you weirdo!"

I felt her ass bump against my crotch. Touching her like this was making my cock harder and harder in my pants. I grinned to myself and then rammed my dick up against her ass. She gasped, losing her breath, but a wave of tickling brought laughter to her lips.

"Daddy, what the fuck!?" she cried. "Stop!"

"Say always," I said.

"God, always, always! Stop! Your hands are on my tits!"

I pulled my hands away, sitting back on the couch, chuckling.

Lexi sat up as well, breathing heavily, running a hand through her messy hair. "You're fucking cra...."

I followed her eye line. My cock was stiff and tenting in my sweatpants. I saw her gulp and just stare at it. I reached down, grabbing my shaft and tugging it so it was straight, pointing it up inside my sweatpants, obscene and more obvious than anything.

"Lexi, do you mind? You're staring at my cock."

"Huh? N-no, I wasn't," she said, looking away. "And, ew, gross!" she said, looking back. "Your cock is hard again just like it was this morning."

"Hey, it's not my fault. You were grinding up against my cock while you were wiggling around."

"Oh, so it's my fault your cock is hard?"

"Yes. I can't control it."

"Even with your daughter, perv?"

"That's just how it works."

"Gross," she said, looking away again, facing the TV.

I reached for my shaft, giving it a stroke over my pants.

"What the heck are you doing to it?" she asked, looking at my cock again.

"Nothing. It just hurts when it's stuck in my sweatpants."

"It hurts?"

"Well, it doesn't hurt, it's just uncomfortable. It's better when it's out in the open. Do you mind?"

"Do I mind what?"

"If I take it out?"

"Ew, god, yes, I mind! Are you serious right now?"

"What? You already saw it."

"Daddy!"

I reached in my pants, wrapping my fingers around my shaft and tugging it out. My cock stood hard and true out in the open for Lexi to see. The sweatpants were bunched up around the base of my shaft, hiding my balls. "Ah, that's better."

"Oh, my fucking god, Daddy! I can't believe you! Are you trying to show me your cock or something?"

"Kiddo, it may come as a shock, but I'm used to having my cock out while I'm home alone. You moving here is an adjustment. So let me relax with my cock out."

"And you expect me to just sit here with that giant thing staring at me?"

"Does it make you uncomfortable?" I asked.

"Of course, it does! You're my daddy!"

"Come here, kiddo."

"Huh?"

"Come here."

I grabbed her shoulder, pulling her into my side again. She was staring straight down at my shaft, and it was pointing straight up at her.

"See, no big deal," I said. "Let's be adults about this."

"I am an adult."

"Good." I flexed my cock and it throbbed before her eyes. She gulped.

"It moved."

"Don't worry about it. Just relax."

"How am I supposed to relax? Can you stop making it throbbing like that?"

I chuckled. "Not really. It's just something it does."

"Why?"

I flexed it again. "It's sort of uncontrollable."

"You mean it throbs by itself?"

"Sometimes, yes."

"Why?"

"It's like an overwhelming urge. I feel my cock tighten and flexing relieves pressure."

"Oh," she said, staring at it. "It's so big."

"You like it?"

"Ew, no. I was just saying it's big. When it moves around like that, it surprises me."

"Do you want to feel it move?"

"Huh? No, ew, gross."

"Go ahead," I said. "Wrap your hand around it."

"Ew, no, Daddy, that's gross."

"Are you scared?"

"No, I just don't want to handle my daddy's gross, big, ugly cock."

"Ugly? That's mean to say."

"I'm sorry, but it is. It's all veiny and thick around, and the head is a weird color. Honestly, I don't know how you walk around with that thing between your legs all day long."

My cock flexed again.

"Geez, and it moves around all the time too. It's like it has a nervous twitch."

"Touch it then, baby. Hold it still."

"Daddy, I can't believe you're telling me to touch your cock."

I chuckled. "It's not as if I'm offering to fuck you, Lexi. I'm just trying to educate you a little. It's pretty clear you've never seen one before."

Lexi's cheeks turned scarlet. "I have so."

"Yeah? Then you know what they feel like when they throb?"

"I mean, sure."

"Lexi, are you lying to me? Liars are bad girls."

She bit her lip, her eyes staying trained on my fat cock. "Fine, I guess I haven't really seen a real one."

"Touch it, Lexi."

"Daddy..."

"Just feel it throb. Then you can take your hand away. Go on."

"God, Daddy, this is so gross."

"Yes, you're right. It is very gross and disgusting. Touch it, Lexi. Touch your daddy's cock."

Lexi glanced at me once, then she looked back. Her little hand reached forward. Her fingertips were the first to touch my shaft. It sent a bolt of lightning up my spine. I throbbed, and her whole hand jumped.

"Oh, god, it's moving again."

"Don't be scared now, baby. Go ahead. Wrap your hand around that."

"It's so fucking big, it's scary," she said.

"Yes, be scared of it," I whispered. "It's scary and gross and ugly. Put your hand around it, baby."

Admittedly, even though I was conscious of my plan to repulse my daughter, I was pretty fucking horny, and I wanted to feel her hand around my cock, just for a moment. I got my way. Her little fingers coiled around my shaft. They didn't quite reach all the way around. But I felt the heat of her palm on my cock skin and I couldn't help but groan. My dick throbbed again.

"Oh! Oh, god, it's doing it."

Yeah," I mumbled.

"Are you controlling it?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Can you make it throb again?"

I flexed for her and her eyes seemed to get bigger and wider. I felt her thumb brush along the shaft. "That's so weird, and gross. My pussy doesn't throb."

I chuckled. "Really? Come on, I'm sure it throbs and contracts when you're horny."

She bit her lip. "Well, yeah, I guess, but it doesn't move all over the place like this big thing."

"Ah, I'm sure if I shoved a couple fingers in your cunt, you'd move all over the place."

"Daddy!" she said, looking at me. "Don't be gross, god." I flexed my shaft in her hand and her eyes returned to it. "That feels so weird." Her hand started to unwrap. I thought she was done, but then she ran her palm along the underside of my shaft, all the way down and all the way back up to the head. 

"It's so hard and smooth at the same time. Feels so weird...and gross."

"It is weird and gross."

"And it keeps throbbing!"

I chuckled. I was just doing it for attention now, and I liked the attention she was giving me.

"Can I squeeze the head part?"

"Sure."

She pinched the head of my cock between her fingers. I held a moan. Then her finger ran along the piss slit. "Stuff is coming out."

"Yeah," I mumbled.

She rubbed the clear liquid between her fingers. There wasn't much, but I was starting to ooze.

"This is pre-cum, right?"

"Yes."

"It's sort of like how my pussy gets wet sometimes?"

I gulped. "I suppose, yeah."




Lexi's Diary



"Um, what does it taste like?"

Suddenly, the doorbell rang and we both jumped. Lexi yanked her hand away like her mother had just walked into the room. I pulled up my sweatpants.

"Must be the pizza guy," I said.

Lexi nodded. "Yeah. I'll get it."

"Good call. I don't wanna answer the door like this."

"Yeah, really gross, Daddy," she said, standing up. She headed to the door and opened it.

The pizza kid tried to chat up my daughter, but all she did was give him a smile and a tip. I noticed she used her left hand to complete the transaction, as if she did not want to transfer my pre-cum onto this poor kid's hands. She came back with the pizza box and put it on the coffee table.

"Here you go."

"Great, I'm starved," I said, sitting up.

"Um, I'm actually really not hungry anymore," Lexi said.

"Oh?" I said. "Don't you want a slice?"

"Um, I'm kinda nauseous. I mean, like, that was really gross, Daddy. I can't believe you made me do that."

"Baby, I didn't make you do anything."

"You kinda did."

"I think you misunderstood me then."

"Can I just go to my room, please?"

"All right. I'll put the leftover pizza in the fridge."

"Okay. Goodnight."

"Night..." I said as Lexi disappeared down the hallway.

I sat back, grinning to myself, taking as slice and chomping it down. I chucked aloud. This time, the plan had worked perfectly. She was absolutely disgusted. The awkwardness was unreal. She was probably puking into her trashcan right this moment, rubbing her hands with soap and water, shaking and pacing and feeling nasty all over. Tonight, she'd get herself off, but she wouldn't be thinking of me. She'd probably be thinking of that pizza boy. Haha. Good for her.

I had another slice and then climbed up and headed down the hall, tiptoeing, nearing Lexi's room. I held my breath. And then I heard something I didn't expect. She was crying. All my brilliant plans seemed to disintegrate. It killed me to think I may have made her normal in exchange for scarring her for life. Fuck.

I returned to the living room, putting the pizza away, watching some trash TV. I was hoping Lexi would get hungry and come out, but she stayed away. Eventually, I went to sleep. I didn't hear anything in the middle of the night, but I did check up on her, even peeked through her keyhole. No squirming feet. Just sleeping feet. I went back to bed.

In the morning, I beat my alarm clock into submission and headed off for a shower. I stayed under the hot water for a long time. I wanted to know if my daughter would come to the bathroom door and ask to come in as she did yesterday. Not a sound. I really had fixed her. Once I was out of the shower and back in my room, I heard her head into the bathroom. I made breakfast, waiting for her to come into the kitchen. It was a long wait. Finally, I went to check up on her.

"Lexi?" I said outside her door. "You're going to be late. I made breakfast."

"Oh, um, I'm not hungry, Daddy. I'm just finishing some homework."

"May I come in?"

"Okay."

I opened the door and stepped inside. She was sitting at her desk, ready to go, finishing homework. "Are you sure you don't want breakfast, kiddo?"

"I'm fine, thank you."

"You didn't have dinner last night."

"I know, but I'm just not very hungry."

I took a breath. "Sweetie, about yesterday, the thing with the...thing. I acted kinda inappropriate, so I want to say I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

She didn't say anything, just nodded.

"Okay, then," I said, nodding as well. "Make sure you're not late to class."

"Yes, Daddy."

I left her room and returned to the kitchen, eating breakfast alone. Lexi passed me a few moments later, waving goodbye.

"Bye, Daddy."'

"Bye, baby."

I waited until the car pulled away, then I ran to the window to double check, and then I ran to her room, sliding inside and hurrying to open her underwear drawer. I shoved my hand into the pile of panties and came back with the diary. I sat on the floor and eagerly opened it.

September 3rd, Wednesday Evening

Diary, this has been the most fucked up day of my life. Daddy spanked me again after breakfast. I nearly came when he kept slapping my bottom. It hurt so much but it felt so good. I had to pull off on the side of the road after I left the house and finger my pussy. I was on cloud nine all day. Then I got home...

Diary, I don't know if you're going to believe this, but I think my daddy wants to fuck me. Here's what happened. Daddy came home, and he started rubbing my shoulders, and he practically shoved his hands down my shirt. I thought it was an accident, but then he sat on the couch with me, and he started wrestling with me, tickling me. I felt his hands all over, even on my breasts for a second. It made me wet. I felt so dirty and gross that I was getting wet from him touching me, but I can't help it. I wanted him to touch my pussy. I would have let him if he did. But he didn't do that. Instead, something else happened.

He took his cock out of his pants. I'm not lying. He sat back on the couch and just took it out. He said I made it hard from all the tickling and squirming. I mean, my daddy practically admitted I was the reason his cock was hard. And it wasn't like in the bathroom. I saw it up close this time. I couldn't believe it. And then it started moving, throbbing, and I asked why, and my daddy told me to touch it and feel what it felt like when it moved. I had to obey him and do it. It felt so amazing in my hand, Diary. I swear I almost came right there next to my daddy. My panties were absolutely soaked. I was so scared I was going to leak through my skirt and leave a spot on the couch or something.

I'm crying now. I don't know why. It was so hot touching his cock. But it was supposed to be a fantasy, and now it's not. What am I going to do if he wants to fuck me? Does he? Or am I misreading him? How do you misread it when your father tells you to play with his cock? I don't know what to do now, Diary. It was one thing when it wasn't real, but now that it could be, it feels so wrong, but it makes me want it even more. I think I need to move back home before I end up asking my daddy to fuck me. I need therapy.

"Fuck," I said heavily.

I put the diary away and drove to work. It became clear to me now that I was making the problem worse. She had a fetish, and I wasn't going to fix her. So what was my alternative?

"Okay, she's obsessed with this daddy-daughter thing. I can't change that. I probably shouldn't have even tried. You can't change someone's sexual preferences. Shit, people have been trying to do that forever. And here I am, an arrogant idiot, thinking I could make history on a Tuesday. Fucking moron."

I looked at myself in the mirror.

"Yes, I'm talking to you. So let her do whatever she wants. If I had a gay son, I'd tell him to be gay. I just happen to have a daughter who is sexually excited by a father figure. So I'll tell her to go be sexually excited by a father figure. Problem is, I'm her father. Maybe it wouldn't be weird if she had a boyfriend and she wanted to role-play or something. She'd probably date an older man, but at least it wouldn't be me. So I have two options. Either I push her away and lose her, or I ignore her fetish and let her figure it out on her own."

I drove for a little while in silence.

"All right then," I said resolutely. "The best thing is to let her get this out of her system, just ride it out...not ride me out, but weather the storm. She'll figure it out. And I'll keep her at arm's length. That's what I should do. That's what I should have done from the start."

I pulled into work and parked, sitting there for a moment.

"Or I could fuck her. No, no, no!" I said in the rear view mirror. "What the fuck are you thinking? Don't think like that! You cannot fuck Lexi. That's your daughter. Fucking pig."

I climbed out of my car and went to work. A few hours later around lunchtime, I received a text.

"Hi, Daddy."

Oh, shit, what did she want? I replied, "Hey."

"I've been thinking. Can we go out later and talk?"

She wanted to talk? About what? About what a pervert I've been? Fuck, I bet she wanted to tell me she was moving back home. Well, I really fucked this up. Best to keep it brief. "K." 

"Okay. We'll go somewhere nice."

"Great."

Her little text sent my head into a tailspin. This was probably going to be our last supper, and she'd smile like my own personal Judas, and then she'd tell me she was returning to her mother Pilate and let it be known to all the wicked deeds I had done. I'd be crucified. I felt generally sick after work on the ride home. I swore I heard my cock crow twice. 

When I stepped through the front door, I was greeted with a surprise. My daughter was dressed up. She was wearing a blue dress, with sparkles all across it, and even high heels. Her long legs were bare and smooth. The dress highlighted the curve of her hips and waist. Her breasts were especially perky, and I could see the bumps of her nipples. She wasn't wearing a bra. She also had on purple lipstick, and her light brown hair was up.

"There you are."

"I, uh, I had to work a little late." And I was terrified to come home. Why the fuck was she so dressed up?

"Get ready. I made reservations."

"Reservations? Where?"

"That fancy steak house on main street."

"Oh. Okay." Shit, was I paying for this?

"Come on, change. We'll be late."

"Okay," I said, passing her. In my room, I opened my closet. Did I have to dress up too? Oh, what the hell. I put on slacks and a white button-up shirt, the same one I had worn on Monday, far too tight on me. Good enough. I came back out in record time. "Ready."

"Aw, you look so handsome for our little date."

I froze there where I stood. Date? Wait, date? As in...date?! Was this not our last supper? Or was this our first date? Was she coming on to me? I was flabbergasted. Yes, that's the word, flabbergasted.

"Date?"

She bit her lip. "Well, you know, just for fun."

"Uh," I said, coughing. "Actually, you know, I feel like, I think I'm coming down with something."

"Oh? You're not feeling well?"

"Not really, no," I said. There was no fucking way I was going on a date with my own daughter. "I know you made reservations, and I hate to disappoint you..."

"You mean you don't wanna go?"

"If only you'd asked another day. Maybe we could postpone it till tomorrow."

"I go home for the weekend tomorrow."

"Oh, that's right. Maybe I could just lie down for a minute."

"But, Daddy, the lady on the phone went to a lot of trouble for me. I had to beg her for a table."

Oh, my god, this was definitely a date. I couldn't leave this house, not for a date with Lexi. I didn't know what the hell she was thinking, but I knew where to find out. Her diary. Something was up, and I needed to find out right now.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I think I have a temperature."

She put her palm on my forehead. "Hmm. Okay. Well, why don't you lie down then? We'll stay in tonight. I can make you chicken noodle soup."

"That would be great," I said. "Could you make that now? I'm very hungry and sick. I need to rest."

"Okay, sure. But I still have some things I wanna talk to you about."

"Okay. Chicken noodle soup first."

"Yes, Daddy."

She disappeared into the kitchen. I nearly ran down the hall, glancing back. Then I opened her door very quietly. I stepped in, yanking open her drawer, reaching under the panties and pulling out her diary. I closed the drawer and hurried out of her room, checking down the hall. I made it into my bedroom, closing the door and jumping in bed, ready to hide the book if she came in.

September 4th, Thursday

Dear Diary, I've done a lot of thinking, and I've come to a decision. I'm not going to run back to Mom and be a little baby about this. I'm 19. Daddy wants me to be an adult, so I'm going to be an adult. I don't know what happened yesterday, if he was just playing with me or flirting with me or maybe he is completely oblivious, but I don't care. I've decided tonight, I am going to put myself out there, and I'm going to come on to him. I'm going to flirt with him. I'm going to touch him. I'm going to kiss him. And if he get's angry, then I know I was wrong, and I'll be humiliated. But if I'm right, they'll be sparks.

It's always been my fantasy to have my daddy take my virginity, and I always thought it would stay just a fantasy, but after the last few days, I think it might come true. So I'm gonna tell my daddy later tonight that I think he's sexy, and I'm gonna tell him I liked playing with his cock, and I'm gonna tell him I want to suck on it, and I'm gonna tell him if he wants to fuck me, he can. I'm terrified he's going to say yes and do it. I'm freaking out so much. My stomach hurts. Wish me luck, Diary. I don't know what's going to happen, but either way, tomorrow's entry should be interesting.

"Oh, my god," I said.

The door started to open. I jammed the book under my pillow as Lexi slid through the door, carrying a bowl.

"I've got your soup, Daddy."

"Thanks, kiddo," I said.

She came around to the other side of the bed and climbed on, passing me the bowl. Then she settled in next to me, her bare legs straight, her dress riding up. I glanced at the crevice between her legs. I could see her white panties peeking out.

"Try it."

I took the spoon and sipped. "It's good. I'll just let it cool a little." I put it on the end table. I couldn't eat after what I just read. Far from scaring my little girl off, I had pulled her in so deep she now wanted to have sex with me. Me! Her own father! I didn't know what to do anymore. All I knew was I couldn't fix her. I just had to ignore her, play dumb. "Sorry about dinner."

She shrugged. "No biggie. More important than dinner was just that I wanted to talk to you."

"Oh?" I said, putting on the dumbest expression I could muster.

"Yeah. I wanted to say I'm sorry I was being so stupid and immature about touching your cock. It's no big deal. It's totally cool. I'm an adult."

"Sure," I offered.

"And, you know..." She shrugged. "I think you have a nice cock. It's pretty."

I couldn't help but smile. "Pretty?"

She bit her lip. "I mean, I don't know. I said it was ugly and stuff, but that's just 'cause I was embarrassed. I really think it looks...hmm, how do you compliment a guy's cock? I just mean, like, it sounds gross to admit, but it kinda turned me on."

"Honey, that's to be expected. You're a woman. Any guy's cock would turn you on, even if you saw one on the internet, no difference. Really, all men's cocks are basically the same. It's natural. You don't have to be embarrassed. Maybe you feel weird because it was mine, but I'm sure that didn't enter into your mind when you touched it."

"Oh, um, no, well, sort of." She looked me in the eye. "I do think you're kinda sexy, Daddy."

I could hear her shallow breaths. She had just cracked open the door and peeked inside, and now she was waiting for my response.

"Haha. Well, I think you're beautiful too, Lexi. I bet you already have boys diving over you at college, huh?"

"Um, I guess," she said. "It's just, sometimes, I have weird thoughts, you know? Like, about sex and stuff. Do you ever have weird urges?"

"No. Never."

"Oh," she said. "I do. Like, when you took your cock out and let me touch it and hold it, I liked it."

"Like I said, that's natural. Hell, I own the thing, and I like playing with it too."

She grinned. "I bet you play with it all the time, huh? How often do you stroke it?"

"Uh..."

"Come on, I'm just curious."

"A couple of times a day, maybe in the morning and before bed."

She nodded. "I play with my pussy in the morning and at night too, and after I get home from class when the house is empty."

"Jesus, honey. You shouldn't tell me that."

She looked confused. "Why not? I thought that's what adults talked about. I'm an adult. If I can touch your cock, I can talk about sex, can't I?"

"I suppose."

She bit her lip as she glanced down at my pants. "Can I see it again?"

"Why?" I asked.

She seemed to shrug. "I'm still curious about it. If you're feeling up to it, will you let me touch it a little?"

I should have said no, but I'm weak willed, and I was curious to see what she would do, and after all, she had played with it once already. Still, I wasn't going to let this get out of hand.

"All right. Why not? It's just a cock, kiddo. Help yourself."

"Okay," she said, smiling at me. Her little hand reached out and touched my knee. Her palm slid up my thigh, her fingers running along my inseam. Then I felt her fingertips glide over my shaft. "There it is."

"There it is," I echoed.

She ran her hand up and down along the outline, and I felt my cock pulse as it began to harden. She giggled as she ran her nails across it. "I can feel it getting bigger under there."

"Of course. It's because you're touching it."

"So any girl who touches it can make it harder?"

"That's how it works."

"But you're not grossed out that it's me touching it?"

"It's not as if we're having sex, Lexi. That would be wrong, completely unthinkable, but you're just curious, so it's fine."

She gulped. "Yeah..."

She took hold of the zipper and pulled it down. Her fingers slid inside the flap, wiggling through the second flap of my boxers. Then I felt her fingertips on the side of my cock. I exhaled and just enjoyed the feeling of her touch.

"This thing is fucking huge," Lexi said as she wrapped her fingers around my cock. She held it firm as she tugged, bending it sideways to yank it out into the open. It throbbed in her hand as it grew harder and longer. "Wow."

"You like that, don't you?"

"Yeah." She caressed her thumb across the underside, squeezing with her hand. "I love how it feels in my hand. It's amazing."

"Amazing, huh?"

"It is." She kept thumbing it, rubbing up to the head, crossing the piss slit, opening it and spreading it apart. "Daddy, have you ever had that overwhelming urge to jump from a high place?"

I cocked an eyebrow. "I don't like heights."

"What I mean is it's good you're my daddy, because if you were a normal guy and I was playing with your cock, I just have this overwhelming urge to suck it."

I smirked. "You want to suck my cock?"

"Yeah. I mean, no, I don't. Um, unless...you want me to, or something."

I chuckled. "Lexi, you wouldn't jump from a building, so you shouldn't suck your daddy's cock."

She gulped, nodding. "I know. I was just saying it's an urge, but that's natural, right?"

"I suppose. What else do you want to do to it?" It was wrong to ask that question of my poor confused daughter, but the way she was playing with my cock was turning me on.

"Hmm. I guess I've always been curious what it would feel like to have my pussy spanked with a guy's cock."

"Spanked?"

"Not hard, not like you spanked me to punish me, but if you just slapped my pussy with the shaft. That's sexy." She gave my cock a squeeze and it throbbed in response. "I love that."

"Lexi, is this making your pussy wet?" I asked.

She looked up. "Um, no."

"Adults can talk about this, remember?"

She nodded. "Okay, yeah, it is."

I held out my hand. "Let me feel."

"What?"

"Let me feel. I want to see if you're telling the truth."

"You wanna touch my pussy?"

"Kiddo, your hand is wrapped around my cock. A brush up against your panties isn't too much to ask, is it?"

"Not at all, Daddy," she said.

She took her hand off my cock, climbing up on her knees. She spread herself apart, putting one knee between my legs, straddling my thigh; her stance was nice and wide. Then she took her blue dress and hitched it up to her waist. A pair of blue, lacy panties appeared. She held her dress up with one hand and took my wrist with the other, bringing palm in between her legs. She let my hand go, which I took as an invitation to explore.




Lexi's Diary



My thumb brushed the flesh of her inner thigh. I stroked up, feeling her soft skin, getting bumpier as I reached her bikini line. I ran my finger along the crevice where her crotch met her leg, and then I turned my hand, welcoming her sex pouch into my palm.

I felt the wetness of her cunt immediately. She was dripping. Her clit was hard and engorged. I could feel it poking against her panties. I ran my thumb across it, and she inhaled and held her breath, nibbling on her lip as she looked down at my hand.

"You're soaked," I said.

She nodded. "I can't help it. It's natural."

"It is," I said, sliding my fingers along her mound, my middle finger tracing her slit. Her eyes fluttered. "You like that, Lexi?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"What do you usually do while you play with yourself?"

"Mmm, I run my fingers up and down along my pussy. I don't like to push them in until I get close to cumming. I take a lot of time rubbing my clit."

I rubbed her clit in a gentle circle and she moaned.

"Like that?" I asked.

"Yes, Daddy, just like that."

"Has a boy ever touched you like this?"

She shook her head. "No, Daddy."

"You're a virgin, aren't you?"

She nodded shyly.

"Why'd you wait?"

She tilted her head. "I wanted it to be with the right guy. He didn't come along. I popped my own cherry though, so I'm ready to take a cock...if I find someone I wanna fuck."

"What did you use?"

"A carrot."

"Did it hurt?"

"Like hell."

I started stroking her little clit again and she started to look dazed. She exhaled and moaned. Her hand reached out to my cock, touching the head, squeezing and rubbing across it, sliding her finger up and down along the piss slit, bits of sticky pre-cum coming off on her fingers.

"I love how your cock feels, Daddy."

"That's because you're horny."

"I am," she admitted. "You are too, aren't you?"

"Yes," I said.

"Do you need to cum, Daddy?"

I exhaled as I felt her fingers wrap around my shaft. She squeezed and pushed down, pulling the skin painfully away from the head. It hurt, but it also felt good.

"Yeah," I mumbled.

"I've always wanted to taste a man's cock," she whispered.

And then she leaned over, pinching her legs together, holding my hand against her pussy as her face came closer to my cock. She held it firm in her hand, pointing it at her mouth, but before she could close her lips around it, I grabbed her shoulder with my free hand, pushing her back.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

She looked up at me, startled. "I, I don't know. I thought you wanted me to suck your cock."

"Why the hell did you think that?"

"I don't know. I'm sorry."

I sat up, yanking my hand out from in between her legs. I grabbed her arm and twisted her around, shoving her face down into the mattress, her ass high in the air.

"Ow! Daddy!"

"Don't ever think you can just do whatever you please in this house, let alone suck my cock without my permission." My hand flew, smacking into her ass. She screamed.

"Ow, ow fuck! Why are you spanking me? I didn't do—"

I slapped her ass again.

"Ow! One, one!" She turned her head around, looking up at me with sad eyes, my cock hovering in the air.

"Say you're sorry," I said

She frowned. "I'm sorry for trying to suck your cock without your permission, Daddy." My hand flew and she yelped. "Ow! Two! I apologized!"

"An apology doesn't excuse your punishment. Don't." I slapped her ass. "Suck." I slapped harder. "My." I walloped her ass, her screams filling the room. "Cock!"

"Three, four, five! Please, Daddy, I'm sorry! I'm sorry." She started crying. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to show you how good I was at it."

"Good at it? So my daughter's a good cocksucker, huh? I shouda known." That earned her another slap on the ass.

"Six!" She sniffled, shaking her head. "I practiced on carrots. I wanted to learn how to deepthroat."

I stopped my hand before it could come down on her ass again. "What? Why?"

She wiped her eyes. "'Cause I heard you and Mom arguing about how she couldn't swallow your cock. That's why you brought home the hooker. I didn't want a guy to get angry at me when I sucked on his cock. I thought you might want to see how good I am at it."

"And you think it's normal to suck your father's cock?"

"No. I just wanted to taste it."

"You want to taste it?"

She nodded, sniveling. "I was just curious."

"Next time, you ask me. You don't take. Is that clear?"

"Ye-yes, Daddy."

"Sit up."

She turned around on the bed, wiping her eyes, looking up at me.

"Put your face down in front of my cock, stick your tongue out."

"Yes, Daddy."

She put her face level with my cock, and her tongue rolled out of her mouth. Her eyes were focused on mine. I could see how excited she was, like a dog panting for a drink of water. I put my hand on her head, sliding it into her hair, holding her in place.

"Now, don't you dare close your lips. You may taste, not suck. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Holding her steady with one hand and holding my cock in the other, I aimed my mushroom head for her long, pink tongue. I ran it all across her lips and into her teeth. She wiggled her tongue to taste more, trying to lick down my shaft. I turned my cock to the side, letting it run past her mouth and across her nose and cheek. She licked like crazy along the shaft, lapping at it like a kitten with milk.

"Mmm," she meowed.

"You like how that tastes, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy."

I slapped her in the cheek with my cock and she gasped.

"You want to suck it, don't you?"

She nodded guiltily. "I told you, I'm curious what it's like to suck on a man's cock."

"Stay curious. You won't be sucking on mine, do you understand me?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"But you can taste it," I said. "Open up your mouth and put your tongue back out."

She opened her mouth nice and wide, saying "ahh," her tongue flicking in invitation. I ran my cockhead across her tongue, sliding my fat mushroom head right up to her teeth.

"Don't close your lips once I'm in your mouth, okay? If you try to suck my cock, I'm going to spank your ass until it's blue. Understand?"

She nodded slightly, unable to speak, my cockhead feeling the vibrations on her tongue. Then I pushed my cock forward, sliding it across her tongue and into her open mouth. Her teeth scraped the head. Fuck, it felt so good to feel her warm tongue on the underside of my cock, licking across it. She could not get enough. She loved this fat piece of meat resting on her tongue. I could see her lips struggling to stay open with my huge cock in her mouth. I felt her teeth all around my shaft, being careful not to bite.

"You wanna show Daddy how deep you can take his cock in your mouth now?"

She nodded eagerly, my cock bouncing around, rubbing up against the roof and her tongue. She slowly inched forward, her teeth scraping down my shaft like a strigil. I was trying not to moan, but it felt fucking incredible. I wasn't quite sure where any of this fit into my plan to fix her, but I knew I was horny, and having my cock in her mouth was heaven. I'd worry about the consequences later.

I watched her. And then I felt the back of her throat. She straightened out her neck and I began to slide down. Her eyes looked up, and I could see the pride in them as I began to bend down her throat. She paused, and I felt her neck contract around the head of my cock, the heat suffocating my sensitive head, her nose panting as she tried to keep air in her lungs. Then she moved forward, my cock invading her throat deeper and deeper. She was more than halfway down and I was in heaven. She wasn't even trying to close her lips, just using her tongue and throat, suffering to give my cock pleasure. Fuck, she was such a good girl to her daddy.

"God, you're a good girl," I breathed out, stroking the side of her head.

She suddenly began choking. She yanked her head away, coughing and gagging, holding a hand to her mouth as she pinched her eyes closed. She coughed again and looked up at me. "Sorry."

"You did great."

She smiled. "Really? Can I go again? I can go deeper."

I smirked at her. Then I sat back in the bed, reclining. "You really want to suck my cock, don't you?"

She nodded guiltily. "Yes, Daddy, I really do."

"You don't care that I'm your father?"

She seemed to shrug. "Well, it's like you said. It's not sex. And you are putting me through college. Maybe you deserve a blowjob."

"Maybe I do."

"Think of it as a thank you. Besides, I was a royal bitch when I first got here, so let me make it up to you by sucking on your cock. You can cum in my mouth too, and I'll get to taste it."

I looked down at my cock, her spit dripping down it after being in her throat.

"You know, in the ten seconds I was in your mouth, you were better than ten years with your mother."

She grinned. "Aw, Daddy. You're so sweet. Let me finish then. Let me suck your cock. Pretty please? Pleaseee. I wanna close my lips around it and suck and suck and suck."

"Okay. You twisted my arm. Suck my cock, you little slut."

She grinned. "Thank you, Daddy."

She crawled closer, bringing her face to my face. Then she did something I wasn't expecting. She kissed me on the lips. It wasn't long, and there was no tongue. But her mouth opened and I felt my lower lip between her lips.

"Mmm, that's for being the best Daddy in the world and letting me suck your cock. Now, bear with me while I figure out how to do this. I'm still new and you're much bigger than a carrot."

"Just do what you did a moment ago and you won't hear me complain."

"You mean this?" Lexi kissed my lips again. I kissed her back this time, opening my mouth and holding her lip between mine.

"Mmm." She giggled. "Naughty Daddy, kissing your daughter."

"All right, just get down there and suck my cock already."

"Yes, Daddy."

She slid down my body, her hands running down my sides, her lips kissing my chest. I was getting impatient now. I put my hand on the back of her head, ready to shove her mouth down. She smiled up at me, and then her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

"Um, what's that?"

"Huh? What?"

I looked where she was looking. A black book was slipping out from under the pillow. Lexi grabbed it before I could take action. It was too late. Her eyes grew huge as she realized what it was. She brought it to her face, examining it, like it was a duplicate, like it had somehow transported itself there. She jumped out of bed, flipping it open. Her breathing was coming in rapid gasps. She spun around to me.

"You, you, you stole my diary?"

"Uh, no, I didn't steal it."

"You went in my room and took it."

"No..."

"Did you read it? Tell me you didn't read it."

"Baby, listen..."

"Did you?" she demanded. "Did you?"

"No...okay, yes."

"Oh, my god. Oh, my god!"

"Try to relax."

"How long have you been reading it? How long?"

"...Tuesday."

"Oh, my fucking god! How could you do this?"

I stood up from bed, my cock deflating as we were caught red handed. I stuffed him back into my slacks to save some measure of dignity.

"Sweetie, look, it's not like I was trying to invade your privacy."

"Oh, what do you call it then?"

"All right, I invaded your privacy, but I did it for your own good."

"How does that even make sense?"

"Because I know about your...your fetish."

"My fetish?"

"Your need to sexualize a daddy figure."

"Oh, my fucking god!" she said, turning and leaving the room.

"Wait," I said, catching up in the hall. I grabbed her wrist to stop her. "Wait, Lexi."

"Let me go!"

"Just hold on. Look, I'm not judging you. If you were gay, I'd be okay with it. This is just another kind of sexual desire."

"Let go of my wrist, now, please."

"I'm just trying to say that I understand your needs, but I can't be a part of them. You're going to have to find some other daddy figure."

"So what the fuck have you been doing with me?" she demanded angrily. "You're playing with my head? You think that's funny? Why the fuck did you let me suck your cock in there?"

"That got away from me. I'm only human. You asked to see it, and one thing led to another...."

"And why the hell did you ever let me see it in the first place?" she shouted.

"Because I wanted to scare you off. I wanted to show you that I'm not your fantasy. I wanted you to stop thinking of me like that, to think of me as just your father. I thought it would help you."

"You are such a bastard! Tonight was supposed to be special, and you ruined it! Mom was right about you! I hate you!"

She pulled her wrist away and ran into her room, slamming the door. I hung my head. What was I to do? Go after her? Yell at her and tell her she'd better treat me with respect, ruin any chance I had left of having a place in her life? I turned away. Suddenly, her door flew open and she charged out.

"And another thing! I'm not moving back home! I live here now! So I don't give a fuck if we never speak again, you are paying my tuition! So fuck you, you pig!"

She ran back in her room and slammed the door again. I sighed and returned to my room, sitting down on the bed. I reclined with my head on my pillow. I was so pissed off with myself. And actually, I was pissed off with her too. Yes, I had read her diary, but I had been trying to do the right thing. Any other father probably would have fucked their daughter by now. Me, I was the chivalrous type. Yup, a real knight in shining armor. How had this blown up in my face?

I waited about ten minutes, and then I tiptoed out of my room, down the hall to Lexi's. I could hear her crying on the other side of the door. Well, fuck. I returned to my bed. Why should I feel bad? It was her fault, really. Yeah, right. I was the worst father in the world. No need to nominate anyone else. Just give me the Razzie and put me out of my misery.

The next morning I hurried into the shower. I had intended to get out of there as fast as possible so I didn't have to run into Lexi, but my cock was getting harder under the warm water. I hadn't touched it since it had been halfway down Lexi's throat, leaving me with a need I had never fulfilled. Maybe I could stroke it fast. I wrapped my fist around my shaft and gave it a long stroke. There, that's better....

I began to pump it back and forth as I let my mind wander back to Lexi's perfect throat, the way she kept her lips open and her teeth tight around my shaft, her little tongue working my mushroom head. Fuck, that felt so incredible. I never should have put my cock in her warm, little mouth, but I had, and it had been fucking amazing. Damn, I wanted that blowjob. When was the last time I had a blowjob anyway? Shit, so long I've forgotten. Goddamn though, Lexi did not realize how happy she was going to make some man one day. Of course, I knew it was me she wanted to make happy.

"Fuck," I mumbled.

I couldn't help imagining her tight lips sliding up and down my cock. I wanted her. But I didn't want just her mouth. I wanted to fuck her. I don't know how or when this desire came over me, but somehow in the last few days, all of her daddy fetishes were slowly starting to rub off on me. Yes, I wanted to fuck my own daughter, and I hated myself for it.

Knock, knock.

"Fuck. What?" I said to myself. "What?" I called.

"Are you going to be in there forever? I do have class today before I go home for the weekend. Don't be a jerk."

"Jerk?"

I stepped out of the shower, not bothering with a towel, my hard cock bouncing around with each step. I yanked the door open. "Did you just call me a jerk?"

"Jesus, Daddy!" she said, blocking the view with her hand. "Can you put a fucking towel on like a normal father, please?"

"Don't call me a jerk in my own house, Lexi."

She scoffed. "Whatever. Are you done yet?"

"Why?"

"Because I need to shower!"

"Then get in here and shower."

"I will when you get out."

I stepped aside. "Come in here."

"Are you done?"

"Get in here."

"What do you mean?"

I reached out, taking her wrist and yanking her in and closing the door.

"Daddy!"

"Get in the shower," I said, letting her go.

"I can't. You're in here."

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" I asked. "You come knocking on this door every morning because you want to see my cock. Well, here it is. Now it's my turn. Take your clothes off. Shower."

"What? No way!"

"Take them off," I said, taking a step toward her, my cock pointing at her like an angry accusation of daddy fetishism.

"I am not getting undressed with you here."

"Are you disobeying me?"

The strength of her posture seemed to drop. "No... I just don't feel comfortable getting naked in front of you."

"Take your clothes off, Lexi."

"Why?"

"Because I told you to."

"Daddy, please. I don't want to."

"If you don't take them off, I'm putting you in that shower with them on."

"You wouldn't..."

I grabbed her around the waist and picked her up. She squealed like a pig, kicking her legs. I threw her into the tub and she stumbled, grabbing the shower bar, the hot water hitting her and running down her clothes.

"Daddy! I can't believe you!" 

I stepped in after her. "Take them off."

"Fuck you." She turned to step out, but I pushed her up against the wall.

"Don't talk to me like that! Do you want another spanking? Take those fucking clothes off! Don't disobey me, Lexi!"

"Please, Daddy..."

"Now!"

Her resistance weakened. She lowered her head as she took the bottom of her tank top and lifted it up over her head. I saw her breasts immediately. She had not been wearing a bra. Her areolas were small, little pink circles, with long, hard nipples. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, as if to block her tits.

"Take your pants off."

"Daddy, please stop."

"Don't make me ask you again."

She bit her lower lip as she hooked her thumbs into the waistline of her pajama bottoms. She peeled them down, the hot water running across her body. She pulled them off at her feet and dropped the soaking wet bundle out of the tub.

"The panties," I said.

She frowned, pushing those down next, taking careful steps out of them, tossing them out of the tub. I saw her pussy then, a slit between her legs, her little clit poking out. She had shaved herself clean. I licked my lips. Her hands kept changing positions, moving in front of her, folding to block the view, all while the water hit her back and ran down her body.

"Now what?" she asked.

"Shower," I said.

She turned around, bending over to pick up the soap bar. I saw her ass spread open for a moment, her tight little asshole visible before she stood up straight. She began rubbing the soap bar across her chest.

I stepped up behind her, my hard cock poking against her tailbone. I reached under her arms, sliding my fingertips along her rib cage. She froze in place with the bar of soap between her breasts. I took it from her, moving the bar across her nipples. My mouth was just behind her ear.

"This is what you want, isn't it? To shower with your daddy. That's why you've been coming in here every morning, banging on the door. Admit it."

"That's not true. It's not," she said.

I reached one hand down and slapped her ass.

She yelped. "Ow! One."

"Don't lie to me, you little slut. Tell me the truth. I've read it all in your diary."

"I came before because I wanted to see your cock, but that's not why I came this morning. I really just wanted to shower."

"And now you're showering."

"You're showering me," she corrected as the bar of soap moved to her other breast, running over her nipple.

I stepped up closer to her, my cock bending. She held her breath as she felt the head slide between her ass cheeks.

"You feel that?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"I could fuck you right now, you know?"