5 comments/ 140078 views/ 31 favorites Nikki's Daddy By: enamoredwriter Written per a fan's request...who was and is the namesake for the varying incarnations of 'Nikki.' Hope she enjoys... * It was the third night in a row that she was out past midnight. I'm a reasonable man, I think, but there are limits. When my daughter asked to move back into the house at 19, I agreed under a handful of rules. But slinking out all hours of the night went against everything we agreed to. Her mother was too soft on her, and more than willing to encourage her social outings. For me, though, it was a simple matter of her becoming something unacceptable. Or, at the very least, considering activities which we would find unacceptable. In more blunt words, she either was already a whore or was readily descending to the role of a whore. And so, on the third night...I waited. I stood, the whiff of too many drinks drifting about my breath, in her closet and in darkness. Thoughts flashed through me. What would I say, or do? Did she know how many nights I'd taken her panties from the hamper and stroked myself senseless as I sniffed them? Or how many of her panties had barely-faded cum stains in them? Did she know that I'd gone so far as to wire a camera in her bedroom and in the shower, so I could watch her strip in all her glory and satisfy myself nightly to her naked form? Did she know the few times she'd brought a beau-of--the-moment home drove me wild with jealousy and lust? That I came the most imagining taking the beau's place with her? In the end, it didn't matter. When she walked into her room, she was silent. She looked exhausted. Exhausted from fucking some other worthless man? Or exhausted from teasing men with the body they'd never touch? I could barely see her through the slits in the closet door. But I didn't wait long. She changed in front of her dresser into her prearranged pajama set. I walked out silently. I was behind her before she even noticed me approaching her in the mirror, and suddenly I had my hand over her mouth. She tried to scream, but it was too muffled. My eyes trailed her body from behind her where I stood, and in front as well - aided by her mirror. A blue, nylon fitted top with long sleeves hugged every curve under her beige dress with spaghetti straps. Grabbing the corner of the dress/top and pulling with every silent desire ripped both off her readily enough. Her eyes grew huge -- confused and scared that her own father would be doing such a thing to her. But my hand never left her lips as she tried to scream more, or as tears ran down her cheeks in confusion and fear. All that was left on her luscious, curve-filled frame was a white bra with lace trimmings and a laced back. And...black lace boy shorts that held the prize I sought. My lips trailed her ear momentarily before whispering... "Nikki...I don't know how many pairs of your panties I've soiled with my cum, or how many times I've watched you strip while fucking my hand... Now I'm going to fuck you." She squealed into my hand and I struck the back of her head, firmly. "Nikki...I've got countless videos of you. Think of this...how would it be to be thrown out of this house, with nowhere to go? And, worse, to have the internet flooded with videos of you fucking random men, fucking yourself, and stripping? Now I'm going to take my hand off your mouth. If you say no, or resist, I'll either hurt you more or throw you into the street. Do you understand?" Her tears still ran down her cheeks and over my hand, still firmly clamped over her mouth. Some quiet sound left her lips. I assumed one of acknowledgment. I pushed her onto her bed, roughly. Dropping my pants and boxers, my seven inches of desire sprung forward. "Suck it." She slowly leaned forward, body racking with soft sobs...but placing my cock in her mouth. Her tongue moved slowly, her lips barely moving over my cock. I grabbed her hair in my fist and guided her head up and down, firmly and quickly. She coughed, gagging, unwilling and confused. But I didn't stop. Her drool was slicking her cheeks and my legs as she tried to compensate. But her lips and tongue desperately adapted as I continued the speed. The thought of watching the video later gave me a brief thrill, and I showed mercy by allowing her to slow slightly. Surprisingly, she became more enthusiastic. Her tongue, her suction increased as the pace decreased. For a moment, I relished it. Then, grabbing her hair in my fist, I pulled her mouth off my cock. "You think trying just a little bit will get me off before I fuck you? Think again, Nikki. You're my daughter and my whore now. This isn't one night you'll forget. Until I decide I'm done, you're my personal fuck toy. Now STRIP." She blinked and paused for a single moment. My hand slapped her cheek, hard. It flared dark red and she appeared stunned, again. Before a second blow was called for, the fingertips of both her hands reached behind her back. She unhooked her bra and, slowly, pulled it off her enormous breasts. Those flawless D-cups came into view, and she tossed her bra to the side. "D....daddy... Should I suck my nipples for you?" "...that's a good girl, finally understanding her place. Do it." She opened her mouth and, showing herself as the amateur she was, tried desperately to catch it in her mouth. When she finally did, she sucked it heartily. Her eyes reflected a brief, but profound, flushing of desire as she started. Her hand twitched, almost reaching towards her crotch. Good...she might be inexperienced after all, but was still a whore at heart. As she suckled herself and grasped her breasts for my amusement, I grabbed the sides of her boyshorts and yanked them off furiously. She seemed shocked, but didn't even stop sucking her nipples. I held her panties to my face...sniffed...and licked her wetness from them. My girl was a whore, and about to be a whore for her daddy. I grabbed her thighs firmly and spread them apart, guiding myself into her pussy. Her nipple barely had time to slip from her mouth as she tried to protest. "Daddy -- no, I'll-" I slapped her again and continued, thrusting myself into her warmth, her wetness... She was tight. Not a virgin, but barely experienced by the feel. She moaned and cried at the same time, and who was I to lie? It turned me on more. I didn't care for her pain, I cared only for the pleasure she was feeding me. My hands grappled with her breasts. They were too big for my hands but some part of me felt like they belonged only to me, were only for my enjoyment. I wish I could l say I fucked her for hours, but I didn't. Not that first time, at least. I fucked her, ignoring her tears and soft protests, and after a handful of minutes I came inside the pussy I'd fantasized about for years. As I pulled out, the last lackluster shots of cum drained into the thin bush above her otherwise shaved pussy. She was done crying, and a rather blank expression was left on her face. "...Daddy, am I just your whore?" "...my daughter, and my whore." She nodded, understanding. Nikki's Daddy Ch. 02 How many days had it been since I used my daughter for my personal pleasure? Oh, well...that isn't quite the right question. I suppose, more accurately, I should ask: how many days had it been since I used my daughter for my personal pleasure outside of my imagination? A week...roughly, at least. I must admit, I had worried at first. Would she leave suddenly in the night? Or reveal to her mother how I had, for lack of a harsher word, used her? Yet she remained, and the days proceeded with little noteworthy development. Well -- that's not quite right. Some developments took place. Nikki seemed detached from reality. Is detached the best wording? She would pause without explanation, staring into the distance...and then suddenly snap back to reality without explanation. Her nightly outings, a previous cause of friction between the two of us, became more infrequent. Even then, when she did opt to go out she would return earlier and far less intoxicated. She seemed reformed, for the most part. However, her taste in attire seemed to change drastically. When she went out, she still managed the air of flirtatiousness and temptation, but dressed in a more...demure fashion. Not exceptionally so, but enough to remain noteworthy. But at home she had drawn her mother's wrath. Or, rather, annoyance. She seemed to walk around with less shyness than displayed before. Must I be blunt? Before, she would wear pajamas.... Overly lengthy tops and pants. Now she wore, at most, a shirt, to conceal her rather remarkable breasts and the most temptation-inspiring lingerie...and sometimes, nothing. Her mother hated it. I, predictably enough, adored it. But even after the events of our last chapter, I wasn't ready to demand she bow to my role as her father and master...but, she seemed to be tempting me to it. Did she desire it? A firm hand to yank at her collar and guide her in pleasure-seeking and pleasure-giving? Her eyes seemed to linger on me. What was it that clouded those eyes? Fear? Longing? Both? "Nikki!" Her mother demanded, "How can you walk around like that? Didn't I raise you with any decency? With any sense of decorum?" Nikki walked sleepily into the kitchen, reaching silently (at first, anyway) for a plate. She filled it with prepared eggs and toast, and found her place next to me at the small table just outside the kitchen. Do you remember my angelic slut? Her almost-brunette hair, with the slightest twinge of auburn to it, danced just past her shoulders. She wore a simple enough matching set of lingerie: a white lace demi bra with simple hearts adorning it, and a matching bikini panty. Her eyes glanced, furtively, to me. However, they quickly returned to her food. And, in the meantime, I took in all the was offered in her scantily-clad form. Her large, tempestuous D-cup breasts...long, smooth legs...soft, pert lips... And, yet, I would have to bide my time for the moment. "You and Dad made me...it would be hard to shock either of you with indecency." Nikki barely spoke, beginning to eat her breakfast. "Your father doesn't need to see his angel of a daughter prancing about half-clothed! Hurry up and finish breakfast and put on some REAL clothes." Her mother spoke harshly, but stormed away quickly enough. What can I say, though? Did I demand she fulfill my lusts? No. I waited. I waited with the patience of a saint of perversion. I glanced, of course. I even braved staring at her luscious figure. And she stole brief glances back... But before long blush invaded her cheeks and she abandoned any pretense of eating. She placed her plate, as a well-trained daughter, in the sink before heading upstairs. Ah, but this was a special morning. Her mother was going out for tennis and shopping with her friends for hours. And I...well, I had nothing to do. Oh, that isn't true...I had Nikki to do. Mmm. After her mother left, I headed upstairs and made my way to Nikki's bedroom. The door stood slightly ajar, allowing me to glance in without taking action or drawing attention. And...she lay in bed again. Asleep? Or trying to return to sleep? Ah, no matter...she wouldn't be for long. I entered her bedroom and took in her amorous form. She had, presumably per her mother's demands, put on a simple white t-shirt. But...her lingerie stood out below it, and it ended before her waist. My manhood sprang to attention readily enough, lusting for the prize that lay before me. But...her phone rang. Her eyes, sleepy and slightly surprised by me standing near her, glanced from me to her phone. My eyes saw the name as she spoke... "It's...Mal." Her voice shook slightly, and her eyes flashed from her phone, to me -- imploring guidance. Hmph. Too perfect. Her friend from high school, gone for most of the last year. But...a desire-worthy candidate. Nikki was one thing, but her friend... Hmm. Did I dare? Mal.... The brief name inspired long dormant lust. I hadn't thought of her luscious curves in roughly a year, since Nikki graduated high school. Her best friend from that time, and quite the source of desire. "...tell her to come, immediately. Convince her. And then I'll use both of you to fulfill my desires..." Nikki's eyes went from rapt attention to an empty glaze, at the words 'use both of you.' "Yes, Daddy..." I walked away and waited as Nikki made the arrangements. Hmm, how much had Mallory changed? She was quite the temptation-inspiring vision, herself. And how would I make my desires into reality? Seduction? Force... Hmm. She had inspired lust often enough in the past, and I had yearned for her long enough. Nikki was my daughter and whore, and it was time I used her role as such to pursue another obedient servant. Nikki would still be my private, personal toy...but why not use her friends as well? Whether it was the pain, loss of control, or obedience I demanded that sparked her arousal so readily, I would take advantage of it. I was laying on the bed in the master bedroom, waiting on word from Nikki, and lost to my thoughts of how to make my perversions into reality. And then Nikki came in. She had abandoned the pretense adorned for her mother, or in simpler terms had abandoned the shirt she had worn for less modesty. My eyes slid readily enough along her form. Her hair, as mentioned before, was barely gracing her shoulders. Her lips, so soft, were awaiting attention or duties. Her breasts were barely contained in her demi bra. You could even see the edging of a dark nipple fighting to escape the constraints. Her panties, containing the much-sought prize, were simple but flirtatious, much as she herself was. "Daddy...she'll be here soon." Her eyes stayed darkly glazed, withholding desires or thoughts. And yet...she lingered. "Good, little girl. Now come suck on Daddy's dick." Nikki walked silently to the bed and climbed onto it on all fours. She crawled over to me, pulled my boxers down readily enough, and put her mouth to work on my needy cock. Unlike her first attempt, where she bounced between a sex kitten's skill and a virgin's uncertainty, she knew exactly what she was doing. My eyes went from her heaving breasts, as her mouth slid up and down, to her luscious ass that begged attention. Reaching, my hand managed to finger its way into her panties, past the thin wisp of bush, and reach her pussy... She wasn't wet. She was...well, drenched. As two fingers went to work in her, she began softly moaning from her throat while attending to my full member. Then, rather suddenly, she pulled her mouth off my cock. She stroked readily enough with her saliva as lubricant, and looked at me with those eyes... Those glazed, distant eyes. Only now, there seemed to be some passion behind them. I thought to snap at her for failing in her duties of pleasuring me, or to strike her...but I waited a moment, thinking better of acting too quickly. When she spoke, it was barely in a whisper and her voiced quaked. "Dad...daddy. I'll help you be with anyone you want...and do anything you want...so please, only let Mal or anyone else be a toy for the moment...I want to be your only whore." Tears, welled in the edges of her eyes as she said the word whore. What could I say? I wasn't put off by her desire. No, I found it...sweet. She wanted this role, but wanted to be unique. And I found that I wanted to give her that gift in exchange for the pleasure she would be giving me. I nodded slowly. "My daughter, and my whore. Of course, angel. Now finish me off with your mouth before I have to punish you for stopping." And she did...and quite readily again. Her efforts were redoubled, and in a matter of minutes I was filling her mouth and throat with cum. As she milked out the last few drops, she turned to me and opened her mouth. Her tongue was holding the last droplets of cum, and she swallowed it after displaying it. "Good whore..." And it wasn't long before Mal arrived. Nikki had thrown on a Victoria's Secret Pink top and tight jeans. Mal was wearing a gray dress that stopped just above her knees. The sleeves were short, and it had a brief wrap design that encircled her breasts. And her breasts...such works of art. D-cups? No, surely DD... Short, brown hair with light highlights gracing them. Green, piercingly-alert eyes. Fair skin and, as she smiled, your eyes were caught by the cutest freckle along the bottom of her lip... Quite the tempting vision. As pleasantries and greetings were exchanged, I was reminded of her rather amusing Southern accent. Adorable... In any case, Nikki guided her to her bedroom and they began some mindless chatter. I waited outside the door...even gave Nikki a few minutes to have her guest at ease. After those few moments, I opened the door. Both were sitting on the edge of Nikki's bed. But...Nikki looked like she understood. Mal, well..look pleasantly confused. I stepped forward, nervously, and announced... "Mal, take off your dress." Her eyes tensed, and glanced to Nikki. Nikki, however, just stared back. "No. What is wrong with you?" Mal sounded...confused, scared. Nikki grabbed her dress and pulled, hard. It ripped slightly as she forcibly removed it. Mal sat, stunned, now clothed only in her black lace boyshorts and matching bra. Her eyes were enormous with....hmm. Confusion? Fear? I stepped forward and slapped her, hard. And as I did her eyes grew unnaturally large. Nikki acted quickly and removed Mal's bra. "Mal...you're going to be a tool for my pleasure now. So...save us the effort of holding you down to fuck you. Just let me have my fun, and this will be easy." Mal didn't respond, but tried to dash away. Nikki, obedient and ready, grabbed her forcibly by her breasts...and wasn't gentle. Mal groaned briefly in pain and protest, but fell on top of Nikki. Mal lay on the bed, wearing nothing but a fearful look and a pair of boyshorts. Nikki fondled her breasts with one hand and began rubbing her clit through the panties with the other. Mal resisted, but Nikki persisted... Nikki finally whispered in her ear. "Don't like a woman's touch?" "...no." Came the quiet, fearful reply. "Then be a good girl and let my Daddy fuck you...at least then you can enjoy yourself." As Nikki climbed off the bed and stood to the side, Mal eyed me briefly. And as Nikki began to record her with her digital camera, Mal tried to run again. However, this time I stopped her far more bluntly than Nikki had. My callused hand clasped her throat tightly, and forced her back down on the bed. Tears welled in her corners of her startlingly green eyes, as my fingers entered the waistband of her panties. She was totally shaved...and quite wet, despite her protests. I fingered her quickly, ignoring soft sobs rising in her throat. My lips fell to her neck and bit, hard...marking her as my conquest. Nikki trailed along the sides, taping it all. And as my lips left Mal's neck, a moan betrayed her true feelings. She struggled lightly, and this time it was Nikki who struck her with a firm blow to the back of the head. "You're wet, Mal... You're moaning too... Your body betrays its desires. Now be a good little slut and suck my dick." I grabbed her hair firmly and forced her mouth on my cock. Her lips stayed shut, until I struck her again. Her lips then, unwillingly, opened. I can't pretend she sucked me with pleasure, despite her body proving the desire she felt. I guided her head, still grasping her hair, up and down as I throat-fucked her. And I loved it... How wrong it was, but how amazing it felt. Glancing at Nikki, I found her playing with herself now, the camera sitting idly aimed at the general direction of myself and Mal. Nikki spoke, as she saw me catch her... "I'm sorry Daddy, I just wish it was me..." I smiled to myself, my daughter was proving to be quite the tempting little slut of my dreams. Feeling merciful to her desires, I pushed Mal down on the bed. I yanked her boyshorts off, ripping them in the process. And...I buried my manhood inside her. As I did, her hips lifted towards me. Her throat let out a delicious moan. She could claim whatever she wanted after the fact, but for the moment Mal was proving that, much like my daughter, she wanted a dominated. Mal, however, lasted far too briefly. Her body quickly racked with tremors as she came, and went limp. She lay there, lost in a pleasure she had (apparently) not known before. Nikki came readily forward and began greedily sucking my needy cock. Again, such a good little slut... And after a handful of minutes with her dedicated work, I pulled out of her mouth and coated her hair and face with my cum. Nikki, glancing at her friend still limp on the bed, spoke again. "What do we do with her now?"