3 comments/ 58552 views/ 15 favorites Servicing My Daughter's Naval By: Ldy_Sea Authors Notes Revised on August 2015 to change header, and fix some typos. I want to thank my online playmate Rachelangel for giving me the idea for thisstory, and the line "GO DADDY GO DADDY OHHHHHHHH...better." This story contains incestous fellatio, incestous hetrosexual intercourse, heteosexual incestous sodomy, mild bdsm, If you don't like these activities then please find another story more to your liking. Votes and comments are always appreciated. Disclaimers All characters who witness, participate, or encourage sexual encounters are at least 18 years old. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental As always, this story is ©2015 by Ldy_Sea. All Rights Reserved. Happy Orgasms. ++++++++++ This story involves a US Naval Aviator, and uses a lot of naval jargon. Below are terms used n the story and what they mean. CO-Commanding Officer 1MC-Main Public Address system on US naval vessels BMOW- Boatswain Mate Of the Watch. Makes announcements and uses a BM pipe to signal different activities. Also supervises helmsman and others. CDR.-Abbreviation for Commander one rank below Navy Captain (Army/Marine Colonel) Trap-Landing a plane on an aircraft carrier Passageways-hallways to landlubbers XO- Executive Officer -2nd in command of a discrete military unit COD-Carrier Onboard Delivery (Cargo plane that delivers mail and supplies as well as people to a carrier while underway Military time zero-one-hundred (0100) = 1am Add 12 to all PM hours to get the military equivalent 1pm + 12= Thirteen-Hundred (1300). Padre-military for any catholic preist Goat Locker- slang for Chief Petty officers mess (E7-E9) Highest of the enlisted ranks. CPO-Chief Petty Officer (E7) Rack-Medieval torture device made into a bed for sailors Hatch-landlubbers call it a door Tomcat (F14) dual engine fighter plane with crew of 2 pilot and radar officer Harrier British invented Jet with wings that rotate from vertical to horizontal, so it can take off and land vertically MIG Russian jet (MIG23 is based on the F14) Shitcan- Landlubbers call it a wastepaper Basket Booter- someone so fresh from boot camp they still have a shaved head. Aye-Aye-I understand and will obey Seabag - watch a movie that has a scene in an airport or train station. Somewhere in the background is a sailor carrying a big green bag. This is a seabag. Wardroom- The fancy dining room/rec center/meeting area provided for officers (and all civilian females). Commonly called the weirdroom Sliders-navy hamburgers so named for their uncanny resemblance in texture and taste to hockey pucks Plane Captain- Enlisted man who is responsible for ensuring all maintenance and repairs are done on a single aircraft. Pri-Fly- controls all aircraft in the air and on the deck to ensure safe flight ops. CAG- Commander Air Group CO of all aviation squadrons embarked on an aircraft carrier. Answers only to the carrier CO. P'cola- short for Naval Air Station Pensacola, Florida IFF- Identification Friend or Foe. System that (when it works) reduces friendly fire accidents 6- Short for 6 O'clock. From the use of analog clocks to describe the position of an object in relation to you. 12 is straight ahead 6 is straight behind you. MAC flights-Military Airlift Command. Military cargo flights open to service members and their families at no charge, on a first come first serve basis, but there's no published schedule, and destinations can change at a moments notice. ++++++++++ "Welcome to New York. The local time is 6:19pm. The outside temperature is 78 degrees Fahrenheit. Thank you for flying American Airlines." The announcement awoke me from my slumber. I must have been tired. A lot had happened in the last 24 hours. ********** I was finishing up some reports, and was ahead of my never ending paperwork for once. I stretched my arms, and was about to sign the last form in my inbox, when I heard the 1MC come to life. I winced as the BMOW blew his pipe, almost on key for once, "Cdr. Gemoules please report the commanding officers at sea cabin, Cdr. Gemoules please report the commanding officers at sea cabin." "Ohhh, Diamond is in trouble." Called out one of my squadron pilots. "Stow it, Punch-out. It's probably about that last trap of yours. A flying pig could've landed with more finesse than you." "The rest of the pilots started laughing at my retort as I left my squadron's ready room and made my way through the aircraft carriers maze of passageways to the C.O.'s cabin. I knocked on the door and heard "Enter" I entered the space, popped to attention and said "Cdr. Gemoules reporting as ordered skipper." "Have a seat Gem." The skipper told me. As I sat I greeted my squadrons XO and the ships chaplain, who were already seated. "What's going on skipper?" I asked "Did someone die?" I joke trying to break the serious look on there faces. The three men pass a glance around the room like the Harlem Globetrotters passing a basketball. "Gem, we don't know how to tell you this." Began the chaplain. "It's Allyson." The skipper interrupts. "She was killed in a car accident." My heart stops. I can barely see or think. My beloved but estranged wife was dead. I can't even voice my thoughts. My XO looks at me and says "Rachel is alright. She wasn't in the car." I breathe a sigh of relief. "My daughter is alive." I say not sure if it was a question or if I was just parroting. "Of course emergency leave is approved effective as soon as the next COD is ready to launch, around 1900 tonight." The skipper says. 'Take your time. When you're ready, go pack your XO can run the Squadron for you." I nod my head trying to figure out what is going to happen next. The skipper and my XO leave, and I look at the chaplain for a minute. "Thanks padre, but I don't need you right now. No offense." I stand up and walk to my stateroom. I pick up the phone and call the goat locker. Some chief I didn't know answers. "This is CDR Gemoules. Is CPO Duggan there? "Yes sir here he is." "Duggan here sir." "Dug come to my stateroom and bring your buddy Jack or Jim, I don't care which." I order him. "Sir..." "Don't BS me chief. I know you keep your friends close and I need them now." And slam down the phone. I sit down on my rack and wait for the chief. A few minutes later there is a knock on the door. "Come I shout" "Chief Duggan reporting as ordered, with a party of 2 sir." he says gesturing to a tool bag he has in his hand. "Secure the hatch, Dug. Glasses are in the desk." Duggan closes the door gets out the glasses and opens the tool bag pulling out a bottle of Johnny Walker Black, and another of Jim Bean. "Good." I say "Pour me some and yourself if you want." He pours about 3 fingers of Johnny into the cups and hands one to me. "Sir, since I'm your bartender now, I gotta ask, what the hell? You're scheduled to fly later and you know the rules. Besides I never knew you to drink when we're underway since it's against regulations." "Allyson was in an accident and died. I go out on the next COD." I slam back the drink and feel it burn down my throat helping me deal with the pain. "Jesus sir! Is Rachel all right?" He asks as he tops off my glass. "Yeah she wasn't in the car." And polish off my second drink. "Thank god for that." Duggan says as he sips his drink. "What is she now 16?' "18 today." I reply and look at the most recent picture I have of my daughter. She was about 11 and I was about to go on my 3rd deployment in 3 years. The chief nods his head wisely letting me talk my grief out. I hold out my cup for a refill and the chief waits for a moment then pours me two more fingers. I take a sip and say "I haven't had any contact with her since I left for that cruise when that damn limey harrier mistook my Tomcat for a MIG. Ally came to see me in the hospital, and told me she couldn't handle another crash or injury. She told me to resign my commission, or I would never see her or Rachel again. I figured that once she saw I wasn't seriously hurt things would go back to normal." I took another sip and put my glass down. "She kept her promise. She wouldn't even let Rachel get the presents or mail I sent her. Everything was returned unopened. As usual I mailed the box with every letter and card I sent over the last 7 years. One day it's gonna get through." I pick up the drink and finish it crush the cup and throw it into the shitcan. The chief finishes his drink and says "Sir if there's anything that me, or anyone in the squadron can do all you have to do is ask." "I appreciate that chief, but don't tell the guys until I'm gone. I don't want any of those poor bastard looks." The chief pops to attention and says "Aye-Aye sir." I chuckle at his booter response. "Thanks for the drink, but you better stow that contraband chief, you wouldn't want anyone to know about it would you." The chief laughs, and puts his bottles in the tool bag and leaves my stateroom. I pull out my seabag and toss in the essentials, and my dress and undress uniforms. I also throw in some civvies just in case. I look at my watch and see it's about 1600. I decide I have time for chow. I go to the wardroom and try to eat a few sliders. But just the smell makes me want to vomit, even more than usual. I wander up to the hanger and check on my aircraft. I see my plane captain looking over my bird. I walk over to him "Flynn!" he looks at me and nods. "I'm taking some leave and won't be flying for a bit. This is a good time to have that engine rebuild done." He nods at me in understanding while continuing to look over the aircraft. I see my XO by his bird, so I walk over to him and we clear up some administrative stuff he'll need to handle. I then start to walk back to my cabin and over the 1MC I hear "CDR Gemoules please call pri-fly" I grab the nearest phone and call. "Hey Diamond." the CAG answers "The COD is early. It'll be launching in about 30 minutes. Get your gear and go or you're stuck here for 48 hours. "On my way sir." I say and hang up. I jog to my stateroom, grab my bag and head to the flight deck. I walk over to the COD and salute the bridge and national ensign as I board the COD back to The States. I see the flight crew is helping fasten in a tech rep. When he's done I ask where we are going to land. "P'cola sir" he replies Can you ask the pilot to see if there's any MAC flights that'll take me to New York? I had a death in the family and need to get there ASAP." "Sorry sir. I'll let the pilot know." "Thanks Petty Officer." I say and close my eyes. Suddenly I'm thrown back against the bulkhead recognizing the feeling of being thrown off a carrier into the sky. Like most pilots I feel helpless unless I'm at the controls of the aircraft. I feel even more helpless knowing I'm hundreds of miles from those I love when they need me most. I try not to, but I can't help but start to cry. About an hour into the flight, the tears well up and a sob escapes my lips taking all the anguish I feel in my soul. As I am about to begin to completely break down, I see the co-pilot walking back to me. I try to stifle the tears because I don't want to show weakness in front of a fellow naval aviator. As the co-pilot approaches I see that she's a female. I rub my eyes as if I'm tired, to get the tears out. She stands over me and says "Mackie over there tells us you had a death in the family." As she gestures to the flight crew. "The Pilot and I as well as the rest of the flight crew want to offer our condolences, and offer any assistance we can. We tried to get you on a MAC flight but that's a no-go." I open my mouth to thank her, and ask if she can have ground ops make a reservation in my name to any airport in NY or NJ. "So in a last ditch effort I called my brother, a former 14 driver and a P'cola-NY shuttle pilot. He is pulling some strings to get you on a flight from Pensacola Regional to JFK. His departure time is about 5 minutes after we are due to land so we are diverting to PR and letting you off to make the flight." I nod my head in thanks and she pats my on my shoulder and whispers "If you do feel the need to cry, there's more privacy by the cockpit door." And turns and goes back to the cockpit. ********** I shake myself from my reverie and see that we're arriving at the gate. I unfasten my seatbelt and grab my bag. I make my way off the plane and find a rental counter. I drive to Manhattan and down Park Avenue. Seeing the familiar buildings I began to have flashbacks to dating my late wife. I drove past the deli we meet at, and the restaurant where I proposed, and finally reached my wife's parents house. I parked my car and walked back to the building where my wife lived with her parents while we dated. The doorman, Hank, recognized me immediately. He told me he was so sorry about my wife, and told me that my daughter was in the penthouse. He got the elevator and used his key to send me up. As the doors opened my daughter was standing in the foyer with her back to me. I drew in a deep breath. My daughter had grown into a beautiful woman. She looked like her mothers twin sister when her mom was18 and dating me. "What is it now Hank?" she asked without turning around. More flowers from people who don't really give a damn about anything but buying the business. Throw them out with the others." When she didn't receive a response she turned around. "What are you doing here?" she hissed. Her eyes narrowed and her lips curled in disgust. "I thought mom dying was the worst thing to happen to me, now look what walks in after 7 years without so much as a letter. The great naval hero! He gets medals from the president, but can't send a fucking birthday card to his own daughter. Get the fuck out! I never want to see you again!" "But RayRae...RayRae..." I said in shock at her reaction. Don't call me that. My daddy called me that. My daddy who came home after every deployment, my daddy who loved me, my daddy who never failed to send me a card and gift for my birthday and Christmas. My daddy who always made me fell like the most special little girl in the world. Then one day mommy came home and said you'll never see your father again. I didn't believe her. I waited for you. FOR YEARS I waited for you to call, or write, or come home. YOU NEVER DID!! You are no longer my daddy. I don't need you anymore. Go away and never come back. She starts to sob at this point and I have no idea what to say, what to do, how to react. I can't believe my wife was so cruel that she let my little girl think I abandoned her. Now she was dead and I couldn't bring myself to tell my little Rae-Ray that I tried to contact her. I stood there helplessly not sure what to do or what to say. The elevator dinged and she said thank you for leaving. I hadn't called for it so I stood there watching the door open. Hank was standing there and said "Miss Gem I know you said you didn't want to be disturbed, but this is something you should see." Rachel turns around and I see Hank hand her a very familiar box. She takes it and thanks him and puts it down. Hank says "Miss Gem I believe that there's some time sensitive documents in there, and you need to look at them right away. Hank takes my arm and whispers in my ear "Wait in the lobby. Let her come to you for an explanation." I join him in the elevator and we go down. After I sit and wait for over two hours, Rachel bursts from the elevator and yells "Hank! Hank! Do you know where my daddy went?" Hank points to where I'm sitting and smiles at her. Rachel runs over to me and jumps into my lap like she was still 11. "Daddy, daddy" she starts crying as she covers my face in kisses like she used to. "Daddy I 'm so sorry I was so mean to you. Can you forgive me for being so mean? I should've known that my wonderful, my special, my handsome daddy would never forget about his little Rae-Ray." She had even started talking like a little girl. I pull my little girl close to me, hug her, and start crying. She kisses away my tears just like I did when a boy she liked told her he liked her friend. We hold each other and cry for a few minutes. When we regain our composure, she says daddy can we go upstairs and talk. I nod my head ad we return to the penthouse. I see my letters cards strew about the foyer and the envelopes in a neat pile on the desk. Rachel says "I thought they were all mailed recently, until I looked at the postmarks and saw return to sender written in moms and nanas handwriting. I was scared you had left again, and I would never see you again. After all little girls need their daddy." I started crying again, so happy to be together with my Rae-Ray again. This sent her on another crying jag. We held each other close and cried it out. Once our tears ran dry we clung together for a bit and just basked in the glow of our renewed relationship. We moved into the living room and sat on the couch. Rae-Ray put her head on my shoulder and asked why I never came home. "I was injured wile flying, and mommy came to visit me. She told me to quit the Navy, or I would never see either of you again. I thought mommy was just scared, but she made good on her threat. I tried writing you and mommy. Whenever I was in port, you and mommy were out of town or unavailable. I never gave up." I hugged her again and was able to swallow my tears. Rae-Ray said "My daddy had a boo-boo and I couldn't kiss it and make it better." And pouted. "This boo-boo can't be kissed by my little girl." I said. "But daddy I always kiss your boo-boos and you kiss mine." Why can't I kiss it?" 'Rae-Ray there is some places that daughters aren't supposed to kiss their daddy's." I tell her. "But daddy you'll never get better if I don't kiss your boo-boo." As always I give in to my little Rae-Ray. I tell her she has to be very careful when kissing my boo-boo. I lower my pants and she can see the scar caused by my instrument panel exploding when that idiot redcoat forgot to check his IFF. She leans in to my thigh and I can feel her breath on my penis. As she kisses my scar I feel my groin beginning to stir. I pull away and pull my pants up. "That looked very painful daddy I wish that I had been there to comfort you." "'Me too honey." "I have a boo-boo I need my daddy to kiss." 'Where is it Rae-Ray honey?" "It's here daddy." she says and pulls off her shirt. She points to her nude breast "I was in love with a boy daddy and he broke my heart. "Uhh, I don't think I should kiss you there." I say trying and failing to take my eyes off the most beautiful breasts I have seen since I first saw Ally's many years ago. But daddy when Stevie broke my heart you promised to always kiss the boo-boo away. So kiss my broken heart daddy." She says pushing her chest out toward me. Almost against my will I lean in and plant a peck square on my daughter's nipple. The feeling was electric. My cock grew to full size and I wanted to stay there and suck on those perky little nipples, but this was my daughter and I wasn't sure how she would react. She was acting just like the little girl I remember, not the budding flower of woman hood she looked like or the self confident young lady she appeared to be when I first arrived. I was confused by my feelings toward my daughter. I was beginning to feel lust for her, but I also felt just as protective as I was when she was my little girl. I broke our embrace and got up. I went and got my seabag and put it in the room my wife and I used when we stayed with ours. I took a quick shower and changed out of my wrinkled uniform into some civvies, and went to find Rae-Ray. She was sitting on a barstool at the breakfast nook looking forlorn. "Daddy I miss mommy she says." Servicing My Daughter's Naval "I do to honey." I reply wrapping my arms around her. She snuggles back into me and says "I don't know what I will do without her. She was my world when you disappeared. I'm so glad your back daddy. We can make up for all those missed years. "Me too honey." I answer as I start to unconsciously stroke her breast. I hear my daughter moan in pleasure and I realize what I am doing. I step back, and try to lower the sexual tension that has arisen between us by asking "So where are nana and p pop" "Oh daddy!" she cries "You don't know. Nana had a stroke and died the day after you were hurt. P pop passed away in his sleep the night after we buried nana. I was all alone in the world until you came back." "Rae-Ray my baby. I didn't know, I was never told, and I'm so sorry honey." I blurt out not knowing what else to say. "So where is your mommy now?" I ask. "I don't know. She was taken to Jamaica Hospital, and I didn't know what to do from there." She said as tears come to her eyes. I took her into my arms and held her as she sobbed over our loss. Her tears started dripping onto my chest and felt like fire. I held her tight not caring about the burning on my chest, which turned into a burning in my loins. She smiled through her tears and wiggled her hips feeling my shaft grow. "Ohhh daddy. I'm so glad your boo-boo didn't hurt anything important." I pulled back reminding myself that this was my daughter and I was not supposed to be thinking of bending her over the counter and fucking her sweet ass. "Don't worry honey I'll take care of all the arrangements. We'll also have to talk about what to do with p pops company." "Okay daddy. I knew I could count on my big, strong, handsome, heroic daddy take charge and make everything better." She again hugs me tight and says "I wuv you daddy." And kisses me on my lips sliding her tongue into my mouth. I open my mouth and start to caress her tongue with my mouth. My hand slides down and grabs her ass cheek and squeezes it. We continue probing each others mouths for a minute, when I remember this is my daughter and push her away. "What's the matter daddy?" She asks with a hurt look on her face. "Did I make you mad again? Do I need my daddy to spank me for being bad?" She looks at me, not with the look of a little girl, but of desire, of wanton lust. "Uhh...honey I'm just emotionally overwhelmed by all that's happened in the last few days. I need time to think and..." I trail off. "I'm going to go to make arrangements for your mother. Do you wanna come?" "I always want to cum with my daddy." She says staring at my crotch. We go to the funeral home and set up all the arrangements, and return home. I call my wife's lawyer, and ask about her will. He says that she never changed it, so everything was left to me. I then call the corporate offices of Red Publications Inc. The nation's third largest magazine publisher. I ask to speak with someone in the legal department. I inform them that I am the new owner and that I want to meet with the board of directors, CEO, CFO, and each publications executive staff, a week after the funeral. I also inform them of the arrangements I made for Ally's funeral. I go up to my room. This has been too much emotionally. Reuniting with my daughter, losing my soul mate, and finding out my parents who I was very close too, had died. I sat on my bed and just started to let out the soul wrenching wail that had been building since I first saw my daughter. The tears started pouring down my face. I was crying uncontrollably. Rae-Ray came running in to see what had happened. She stood by my side and pulled my head to her stomach. She ran her fingers through my hair and let me cry. She leaned down over me and began kissing the top of my head. She was repeating "Daddy I'm here for you. You will always have me to love, to hold, to take care of all your needs. I can be strong when you need me to be and you can take care of me. I love you so much daddy." Hearing my daughter's voice and felling her warmth helped me regain my composure. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her tight until I could trust myself to speak. I took a deep breath, wiped my eyes, and looked at my daughter with gratitude. "I love you so much honey. We only have each other now. We have to be there for each other and take care of each other from now on. "I agree so much, daddy. I want to take care of all my daddies needs." She pressed her lips against mine and forced her tongue into my mouth. I tried to pull away but she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her. Her hand found my cock, and started to trace its outline through my pants. I tried to get up and away before something happened that we would regret. I fell off the bed and landed on the floor. Rae-Ray laughed at my clumsiness and jumped on top of me before I could move and sat on my chest. She started to unbutton her shirt slowly. Time stopped as I watched my sexy 18 year old daughter slowly undo button after button on her shirt. Until there was only one button left. She looked into my eyes as she unfastened the last button. Her cute little belly button was exposed to my eyes and I saw the large diamond she had in the cavity. "Daddy, I knew you'd come back one day. After watching the president give you the Navy Cross I went out and had my belly pierced. Then I bought a diamond so big that it would fill my belly button. I wanted it to remind me of my big strong heroic daddy. I was so proud of you that day." I reached out and touched the large diamond with a trembling finger. It was so sexy on her taut teen stomach. I forgot about right and wrong, all I could think about was touching her body. I fondled the stone and she was saying that feels so nice daddy. I slide my hands around her body under her shirt pulling it open and exposing her breasts to my hungry eyes. My hands started caressing her back and she slides her shirt down her arms and off her body. I sucked air through my teeth and drank in her flawless alabaster skin. My hands slide up her body and around to the front and I took a breast in her hand. I started squeezing on them and playing with her nipples. "Ohh daddy your big manly hands feel so good on my titties. Squeeze them hard daddy, show me how strong you are." I start to grab and pull on them. "Oh yesssss daddy pull on them make them stretch. Pinch my nipples daddy, make them hurt." Her requests are turning me on more than feeling her naked flesh on my hands. I look up at my little girl and see she is enjoying my rough handling of her perky breasts. My excitement is growing. All I want to do now is to get my daughter naked and fuck her tiny holes until she is begging me to stop. I grab her hips and push her body down mine until she is straddling my cloth covered crotch. I sit up and take a nipple into my mouth. I bit it hard and a groan escapes her lips. "Bite my nipples daddy! It feels soooo good." I move my mouth over and start to suck and bite on her other nipple. I can feel how hot and wet she is getting through our clothes, and by the way she is sliding along my shaft I know she can feel how erect I am. My hands slide down her back and into her shorts. I start to grab her ass checks and squeeze them. She continues to grind against me and I am getting desperate to fuck my own sexy daughter. I tell her to stand up and she starts to pout. "I just want to get on the bed honey." I tell her. She smiles and starts clapping and jumping. I get off the floor and pull her to my body and we kiss this time as lovers. There is no doubt in my mind anymore. My daughter wants to fuck her daddy, and I want her to take my cock in every one of her holes. I pull away from her and my hands grab the waist band of her shorts and pull them down her strong thighs over her cute knees and down her calves to her ankles. I reach up and put my hand on her left hip. My other hand lifts her leg out of her shorts and panties. My hands switch position and repeat the process. My daughter is now totally naked and standing before me. She is a vision of loveliness, just like her mother was the first time we made love, in this very room, on this very bed. I drink in her perfection and she stands there turning her body to show me every inch of her naked skin. I sit on the bed and Rae-Ray walks over to me and grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head. She looks at my chest and starts to dance sexily. "I've always wanted to give a lap dance for my daddy." She says as she steps between my legs and wiggles her hips. She turns around letting me look at her shapely ass. She jiggles her ass checks and bends at the waist so I can clearly see her wet shiny pussy. She then stands up and sits in my lap and uses her pussy to massage my cock through my pants. She stands up again and faces me. She leans in and starts to rub her nipples against my chest and over my lips and back down again. As her head comes level with mine she kisses me again and using her mouth pushes me back on the bed and crawls up onto all fours while continuing the kiss. I lay back and she breaks the kiss. "Did daddy like his private lap dance?" She says as her hands start to undo my belt. "Would daddy like to see his little girl give his friends lap dances?' I look at her. "Would daddy be proud of his little girl making all those men hard and making them want to fuck his daughter but knowing only he will be making me cum." "Ohh god!" I groan picturing my pilots watching my daughter strip for them. "That would be so hot, I say to her as she pulls my belt out of my pants and holds it up." "Daddy, I want this belt to be used to punish me when I am a bad little girl and I disappoint you. I want you to use it to spank my bare bottom when I am disobedient, or naughty. No matter where we are." I just nod my head in agreement shocked at my daughter, and at myself. I never believed in spanking as a punishment, and now my adult daughter was asking me to expose her bottom in public and hit her with a belt if she misbehaves, and I like the thought. She smiles and kisses the belt. "I love daddy's tools. I'll always keep them clean and ready for use." For some reason this turns me on even more. I watch as she carefully places the belt on my dresser caresses it before returning to the bed. She reaches for my pants and undoes the button. She lowers the zipper and slides her hand in. "Oh daddy it's so big! I don't know if your little girl can handle her daddy's huge cock." She pulls it out and kisses the head. "But I will try to take it all for my loving daddy." Rae-Ray releases her hold on it and starts to slide my pants off my body. I arch my back lifting my 6 off the bed. She removes my pants shoes and socks and starts to kiss her way up my legs. She tickles the backs of my knees and starts to lick and sick on my inner thighs. She works her way up to my balls. She grabs my cock in her hand and looks at me. "Would daddy like his little girl to suck on his big cock?" I groan "YES, OHH FUCK YESSSS!" she smiles and sucks my balls into her mouth. Her tongue rolls them around inside her mouth as her hand starts to stroke my erect dick. I lay back and enjoy the sensation of an excellent blow job. The likes of which I hadn't felt in almost 8 years. Rae-Ray releases my balls from her mouth and takes the head of my cock into her mouth. She runs her tongue around it, and caresses the sensitive spot right under the head. I shudder in delight. Suddenly she slams her head into my stomach taking the whole thing into her mouth. Her hands are caressing my balls, and I am trying not to cum too soon. My darling daughter starts to suck on my cock and bob her head up and down. I lay there silently concentrating on everything but the sensations emanating from my groin. I feel her lift her head away from my cock. I look up and she is looking at me. "I want to be my daddy's little slutty skank of a whore. I want daddy to tell me what a bad girl I am and how naughty is for a little girl to suck on her daddies hard cock." I look at my daughter in shock. I had always respected women, and treated them as ladies. I was a firm believer in chivalry. I wasn't sure if I was more surprised by my daughter asking me to degrade and humiliate her, or that I was turned on by the idea. I thought back to some of the training film some of the guys had watched before the navy went co-ed. I had seen many that had men degrade women. So I tried to remember some of the things they said. "Listen bitch, you are just a skanky slut, a whore, just a little girl who needs her daddy to show her how to please a man." I tell her sternly. "Don't ever presume to tell your daddy what to do or how to treat you. I will decide how to treat you, when to reward you, and when to punish you." I was shocked at what I was saying. I never would've believed I had this in me. I just went with it. "Since you are so insolent today, daughter of mine, get me the belt NOW!" "Yes daddy, I'm sorry daddy, please don't punish me daddy, I'll be good daddy." "Shut up my little cum dumpster. You were wrong and now I must spank you. I want you to place the belt in your mouth get on all fours and crawl to me. DO NOT LET ANY PART OF THEBELT TOUCH THE GROUND OR YOU'RE PUNISHMENT WILL BE WORSE." I yell at her. She quickly complies with my order. I nod in satisfaction and take the belt from her. "Kiss the belt and tell it that you love the pain it brings. "She kisses the belt and says inn a soft voice "I will love how red and hot you make me when you strike my soft flesh." "Very good cunt. Now get on the bed on all fours." As she climbs up I continue "Every time I strike you I want you to say thank you for disciplining me daddy. I will remember to be good." "Yes daddy." She looks over her shoulder and smiles at me, but I can see the nervousness in her eyes. I rub her glorious ass and kiss it first. "Yes daddy kiss my ass don't hit it. Daddy I love you kissing my ass." I kiss it one last time and straighten up and without warning strike her hard with my belt. "OOOWWWW!" She yells out. Then quickly adds "Thank you for disciplining me daddy. I will remember to be good." As soon as the last syllable was out of her mouth I struck her again. "OWW! Thank you for disciplining me daddy. I will remember to be good." I struck again "Thank you for disciplining me daddy. I will remember to be good." And again "Thank you for disciplining me daddy. I will remember to be good." Now I could hear sobs in my daughter's voice" I inspected her bottom and saw there bright red welts across her cheeks and one across the backs of her thighs. I put the back of my hand near the wounds and felt heat emanating from them. Hmm one more should do it I thought. This time I waited for a bit making her think her ordeal was over. When she started moving her ass to cool it off, I raised the belt and swung with all my might. The tip of the belt cracked like a whip and hit her square on her pussy. She jumped across the bed, but the rest of the belt connected with her right cheek drawing a small amount of blood. She screamed in pain and pleasure and said "Thank you for disciplining me daddy. I will remember to be good." Her voice broke and she bean to sob. "Okay you smelly cunt, next time you'll remember not to presume to give instructions to your betters." "Yes daddy." "You know, I love you baby. I hate to punish you. If you promise to be good, you can sit in daddies lap and I'll hold you." She nodded her head and I sat on the edge of the bed. Rae-Ray climbed into my lap sobbing and sniffling. Her bottom was squirming around my lap. I thought that is was due to the soreness until my cock slide right into her dripping pussy. We both froze enjoying the pleasure we were felling from being so naughty. Rae-Ray started to side up a down just a bit not wanting to hurt her already tender ass. I lay back as my daughter started to ride me gently. I enjoyed the tight wetness of her nubile young pussy. But I wanted to slam my cock in her. I reached up and pushed her off me and onto the bed. I stood behind her. Rae-Ray figured out what I wanted to do and lay in her stomach on the bed and drew her knees under her belly, offering her pussy to her daddies cock. I liked the view so much I squatted down and brought my mouth to her pussy. I inhaled her musky fragrance and stuck my tongue deeply into my little girl's pussy. I swirled it around and flicked her clit with my tongue. "GO DADDY! GO DADDY! OHHHHHHHH DADDIEEEEE GO OOOOO! YES DADDY, OH YES! MY LIL KITTY'S HOT DADDY! IT'S A MESS! IT'S HOT DADDY! IT'S BURNING HOT! OH DADDY IT'S SWOLLEN! KISS IT DADDY! PLEASE MAKE IT BETTER!" I groan as I suck her juices into my mouth enjoying the taste of the forbidden fruit of my loins. Once she is really wet I stand up and slam my cock into her as deep as it will go. I start to ram her hot cunt with my dick hard and fast. She continues encouraging me to fuck her harder and faster. With all the stimulation I have been getting, I start to get closer to climax. I get carried away and pull a bit too far out. My erect cock falls out of her pussy. We both groan in disappointment and I try to slide it back in. My head finds the entrance and I ram it back in. "OHHH SSSHHHIIITTT! My daddy is fucking my virgin asshole. Fuck my ass daddy. Fuck your dirty little girl in her tight ass." I looked down in surprise and saw she was telling the truth. I saw my cock slamming her pert ass. It was so covered in her pussy juices I was able to slide right in. Her pussy was so tight that her ass felt just like it. Seeing my cock splitting her ass open pushed me over the edge and I started shooting my cum into my kinky little girl. "OOhh GAWD! Daddy I can feel your cum shooting into me. It feels so good, so warm in my ass. Did you like taking my ass cherry?" She says. I fall on top of her drained. "God Rae-Ray. That was good." "Is daddy happy with his little girl? Did I please my daddy? Does daddy love his little girl?" I nod my head and smile at my sexy daughter. We shift around and slide under the covers. I pull her close to me and put my arm around her caressing her naked back. Her breasts are resting on my arm and she puts her head on my chest. We are both drained physically, and emotionally. We fall asleep holding each other. We wake up several hours later and kiss. Rae-Ray starts to lazily draw circles around my nipples and play with my chest hair. "Rae-Ray, I love you, I really do. But what we did is wrong. Fathers and daughters shouldn't be intimate with each other. "Daddy, I want to be with you. I want you to love and cherish me forever. I want to be daddy's girl and to let you use me anyway you see fit. I want you to watch me fuck your friends and then go home with you and be punished for being a dirty little tramp." "Why do you want that? What made you desire to make love to me?" I ask confused. "How did the wholesome proper little girl I remember become to use your words 'a dirty little tramp'?" "I always loved you daddy. I never stopped. The summer after my 16th birthday I was a junior counselor at a summer camp. My tent mate, Suzy, was a sophomore at a local college. We used to talk about boys a lot. She taught me some things. On parents weekend I was with the campers whose parents couldn't be there. I got them in the arts and crafts lodge, and went to get some supplies from the supply cabin. I walked by my tent and heard some sounds I didn't recognize. Thinking one of the boys from the camp across the lake had snuck in and was trying to steal underwear. I quietly approached the tent." She picked up her head and kissed me. I was getting turned on by the story and in a hoarse voice I asked her to continue. I opened the flaps just enough to peek in. I was not prepared for what I saw. Suzy was tied to her cot fully nude. A naked man was getting a blow job from Suzy while an older lady wearing a leather bustier and matching thong was spanking Suzy with a paddle and stopped every so often to take a picture. The man pulled out of Suzy's mouth and she said 'I want my daddy to shoot his spunk all over my face, then I want my mommy to take a picture of my face covered in daddies cum and then to lick it off.' He smiled and said 'you are such a dirty little girl.' Servicing My Daughter's Naval I ran away at that point. I was confused. Suzy was committing incest. She was letting her parents use her. I thought she was an abused child. I was scared and not sure what to do. That night at dinner I sat down at a table alone to think. Just as I put my first forkful of food in my mouth Suzy sat down with the people I saw before. Suzy introduced me to her parents. Somehow I was able to keep up a normal conversation with these monsters." She moved her hand to my arm and began to pay with my arm hair. "I left as soon as I politely could. That night in our tent, I told Suzy what I saw and that we should tell the camp director because she was being abused. Suzy laughed and said 'No it's entirely consensual. My daddy and I were always close and loving toward each other. From the time I learned about sex I knew I wanted to do that with my daddy. On my 18th birthday my mommy had to go to work early. I got up as soon as I heard my mommy leave and walked naked into my parent's bedroom. I took advantage of my daddy. Mommy forgot her briefcase, and caught us. That's when I learned my parents were into BDSM and were swingers. My mommy is the Domme, and my dad only serves her.'" I shift my weight so I can look into her eyes as she continues her story. "'They had a few subs they used regularly, but I became their first live in, full time sub. They whore me out at parties, then bring me home and punish me for being a tramp. I love every minute of it. My mom won't even allow me to have sex with a guy until he submits to her. I am allowed to play with girls but only fingers and tongues can be inserted, unless mommy or daddy is present.' Suzy and I talked a bit more that night, and I learned so much from her I wanted to be with her but she refused saying she felt the same way about me but we had to wait until I was 18. Ever since that night, I knew I wanted to make love to my daddy, and be his little whore, to use as he see's fit. Thank you for loving me enough to make the reality even better than the dream." She kisses me again and I pull her close to me. We are really tired so we fall asleep again and I dream about what our lives will be like now that my baby girl is my lover. ++++++++++ End Note After re-reading and editing this story, I see a possibility of writing a chapter two, but no promises. I currently have over 20 stories I am either actively working on or outlined. We shall see...8/2015