>"Ahh! How could I run up so many charges? Daddy is going to kill me!"
"What was that, darling?"
>"O-oh, Father... You're home early from work, how was your day?"
"... Work was fine... Is that the mail? I'm expecting a bank statement."
>"Bank statement? Well, uh... I didn't see any letters from the bank... here you go"
>She ties to walk off with one opened letter tucked under her arm
"Ah, Rarity dear? Did you get a letter?"
>You're pretty sure you know what's going on, but it was always worth it to see her squirm
>"Me? o-oh, yes... It's not important..."
"May I see it?"
>Your arm is extended, and the look in your face says it all.
>She struggles internally for a moment, before a sigh of defeat, she hands you the letter.
>"I'm sorry, Daddy."
>She's looking down in shame.
>It's a bank envelope, the paper inside has written in large red letters: "Overdrawn -$127.63"
>The previous balance was well over 500 dollars.
>You let out a long sigh.
>Jesus Christ. Rarity, you're my darling little angel but sometimes you just...
>Remaining silent, you point at the stairs. She gets the message, and meshes her way to her room, closing the door.
>Another sigh. You wish her mother was still here, she'd know how to handle these kind of things.
>Not dwelling on your late wife, you put the letter down and made your way to the kitchen to heat up leftovers for dinner.
>Delicious spaghetti, your daughter sure took after her mother in the cooking department. While you were good with baking, cooking was not your forte.
>Your thoughts drifted to Rarity. She was a gem of a daughter, she was your sunshine.
>You couldn't stay mad at her, even when you wanted to. But you were disappointed, none the less.
>After finishing your Italian dinner, you decide a dessert is in order.
>You'd bake your famus fudge brownies, they'd go great with ice cream, you daydream.
>You always enjoyed baking, it gave you a chance to get your thoughts in order. You needed to think of what you were going to say to your daughter.
>With your fudge brownies done, you served two bowls with a scoop of vanilla on top of a heaping slice of hot chocolaty goodness.
>You made the trek up the stairs, past Sweetie's vacant room, she was staying with your mother.
>Stopping at her door, you steel yourself. This is it.
>The door opens with a creek, and you step inside.
>Her room is a mess, fabrics strewn about, mannequins sat half dressed, supplies scattered everywhere.
>But the one place in her large room was where she slept, her bed was sized for a queen and had a canopy.
>There she laid, her face buried in a plush pillow.
>You made your way there, sat down on the side of her bed, put the bowls on her night stand and placed a hand on her shoulder.
>She turned and looked at you, you could tell she had been crying.
"Hey there, princess."
>You smiled at her, and she seemed confused about your seemingly good mood.
>"Daddy?"
>Your smile grew, dear lord she was adorable.
"I made you some dessert, sweetheart"
>She sits up, and notices the bowls. You hand her one, as you dig into yours.
>This was already going much better than expected.
>You knew Rarity loved your brownies, and honestly you never knew any female on the planet who didn't go crazy for chocolate.
>Now it was time to bring the bank amount up... As painful as it will be...
"Rarity, my princess... How could you spend over six hundred dollars without realizing it?"
>That's it, just keep your voice soft.
>She seemed hurt, but eventually answered: "I don't know..."
>That got a sigh from you.
"Darling, I set up your account to teach you How to manage money, not to spend it easier."
>"...I know, Daddy. I'm terribly sorry... I feel awful. I don't know what to do."
"Well, that's what I'm here to talk to you about. First, you need to come up with money to pay your overdrawn fee."
"Then you have to pay back those 127 dollars."
"THEN, you need another 200 dollars to avoid service charges. How are your dresses coming? You'll have to sell some to earn the money."
>Rarity was nearly in tears again. She hadn't considered all that, and she was scared to have to come up with all that money so soon.
>"My dresses are doing fabulously, just... Nobody wants to buy them... I don't know how I'll pay the overdrawn fee in time..."
>God damn it. You hated to see your baby girl like this.
"It's okay, Rarity. I'll pay for the fee, but just this once. But only if you promise to be more responsible. You need to take care of your chores, do your studies, and when you can manage, take commissions for more dresses."
>"Oh! Thank you Daddy, THANK YOU!!"
>The erupted, throwing her arms around you. She knew how to manipulate you, you had to be careful sometimes. But you could tell this was genuine.
"And you're grounded for a month."
>band aid: ripped.
>"B-bu-but Daddyyyyy"
>She whined, of course this was the hardest part.
"No buts, young lady. You'll be busy enough earning that money as it is."
>She was giving you that pouty look. She looks so much like her mother...
>"Daddy... Why are you looking at me like that?"
>Oh shit, snap out of it Anonymous. She's your daughter for crying out loud. Your wife is gone, you need to move on...
"Sorry, sweetheart. I got distracted."
>Rarity wasn't dumb, she sensed the sadness in your voice.
>"Is... Is it mom again?"
>You didn't answer, but the tear in your eye spoke for you.
>"Daddy..."
>She hugged you tight, and you returned the embrace.
>"It's okay Daddy, I'm here for you... Everything is going to be okay."
>She's sitting in your lap, with her arms and legs wrapped around your torso.
>You adjust your sitting, and move to the center of the bed where you won't fall, avoiding the empty bowls.
>After getting yourself situated, something comes to your attention.
>Rarity's breath is very deep, and you pull back to look into her eyes.
>She looked concerned, sad, and totally innocent.
>Her hair was messy, and her eyes puffy. But oddly enough, her face seemed... Flushed.
>Only then did it hit you, the inappropriate nature of her grip on you.
"Rarity..."
>"Shh... It's okay Daddy. I know I remind you of mother..."
"Rarity, sweetheart, this isn't-"
>She silences you with a dainty finger on your lips, and pushes you into her pillow.
>"Let me do this for you, Daddy. Let me help you... I can do everything mom could."
>As she spoke, she began to grind her panties on your jeans, her skirt was a non-obstacle.
>Oh sweet Jesus what are you doing? This is so wrong!
>So many things you wanted to say, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop this.
>Some sick part of you, deep down, wanted this... Needed this.
>It isn't taking advantage of her if she offered, right?
>"I want you to treat me like mother, let me be your wife for just this one time..."
>She breathed, as she leaned in and kissed you sloppily on the lips. You could feel her wetness through her panties and your jeans. She was soaked.
>Your lips parted, and she let out a giggle and moan. Oh god, that moan... She sounded EXACTLY like her mother. But she was only seventeen.
>Rarity then leaned back, throwing her legs into the air, she pulls her panties off, and tosses then into the air.
>Her flower is fully exposed to you, on display. She may have been seventeen, but she was a fully matured woman. You'd never truly convince yourself of that, however.
>"Make me yours, ravage me. I want to know what it is to be loved..."
>muhdick.jpg that fucking moan
>Instantly, you grab her legs and pull her up closer for inspection.
>The first thing that caught your eye was her purple pubic hair. She'd shaved it into a strip, that directed all eyes downward to her petals.
>With two fingers, you parted her outer lips, and immediately you notice her clitoris is fully engorged. It's actually quite large as far as clits go.
>Below that is a tiny slit, her urethra, and under that is her honeypot. you couldn't see inside very far, it looked so tight.
>And last, but certainly not the least she had to offer, was her puckered star. it was light grey, and seemed very inviting.
>You bend down, and sniff deeply her scent. She's so aroused.
>"D-Daddy please... Don't tease me- hah..."
>She trembled at your breath.
>Well, no sense in treating further.
>You take your two fingers, spreading her open wider, and lick from her asshole to to her clit, lingering on the clit.
>Her gasp and cry are music to your ears.
>You wrap her clit with your lips and rub it from all angles, suckling it gently
>She writhes in ecstasy, calling your name loud, as you bring her to orgasm in little over a minute.
>This was too easy. You decide to let her sensitive clit rest, so you move on to another spot to lick.
>Her puckered hole was the perfect place to start.
>After a moment of licking, it was slick with spit, and you were occupied with trying to pry her open with your tongue, to lick deep inside.
>You'd licked until her flavor was overpowered by the taste of your own spit, then moved up to clean her lady cum off her labia.
>Good god she tasted heavenly. Her voice made those little mewling noises, and she couldn't contain her pleasure.
>After a few more minutes of cleaning her, it was time for a slight change of pace.
>You push her away, and lean back to remove your pants and boxers, tossing them away.
>Now it was your turn to present yourself. Your erect dick stood tall, your balls hung low, and your own pubes were neat and tidy.
>Rarity stared agape, and reached her hand to stoke your testes.
>"Wow... You're so... big!"
>This made you grin and chuckle.
"Just take it easy, don't let it intimidate you too much..."
>She gulped, and resumed stroking, moving up to your shaft.
>Her tiny hands were so damn soft, they felt amazing on your dick. But you weren't about to get off on a handjob.
>Thankfully, your daughter thought the she thing, and began to lean in to give you a few tentative licks.
>You'd been blueballed for more than a year now, and after all this time you had little patience for tentative licks. You had to encourage her to go further.
"That's it sweetheart, use your lips... Suck your Daddy off, don't be shy."
>You run your fingers through her hair, and pull it out of her face, to hook it behind her ear.
>Finally she'd taken your whole length into her mouth, and was bobbing her head on your dick properly.
>How you've missed this feeling. You couldn't believe your daughter was sucking your cock. You couldn't believe how good she was at it.
>She applied just the right pressure in all the right places, and was effectively milking you.
>Finally it comes to a head, and you decide not to hold back your orgasm.
"Oooh, sweetheart... I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum ohhh..."
>At this, she looked up into your eyes, and kept your dick in her mouth, sucking you hard.
>With a loud grunt, you shot rope after rope of thick seed into your daughters hungry mouth.
>When the torrent ended, she gripped you between her index finger and thumb, squeezing out the last drops as she pulled off of you.
>You looked into her eyes, as she swished your ejaculate around.
"You know Rares, a lady doesn't spit."
>Your words were spoken in jest, but she looked at you, stopped swishing your seed, and swallowed it all down in one mighty gulp.
>You were stunned silent. And instantly erect again.
>"Ahh... So THAT'S what it tastes like... Pretty good, actually. Kind of salty. I bet it'd be good on one of your fudge brownies."
>She had to be kidding. Look at that smile! Of course she's kidding... She's kidding, right?
>You don't get to ponder it long, before she's turning over, presenting her round ass, and looking at you over her shoulder.
>"I want you to fuck me, Daddy"
>You take in her perfect figure, and admire her round bottom.
>Getting up on your knees, you move closer to her rear, and slap her cheeks with your hands.
>She yelps, and sighs as you spank her ass.
"You've been a bad girl. You like spending all that money? Coming to Daddy to pay your debts for you, hm?"
>"Oh Daddy! spank me! show me how bad I've been!"
>You swat her one hard, and she jumps with pleasure, as you skewer her on your dick in one quick thrust.
>Her scream is shrill, but one of ultimate pleasure.
>You did it. You took your daughter's virginity. And you obliterated it in one lusty thrust.
>Maybe you got ahead of yourself, and forgot about the pain it'd cause... But she seems to be loving it.
>"OH! DADDYYYYT!!!"
>You pause only a moment, before resuming railing her unbelievably tight cunt, and spanking her ass as hard as you could.
>At this rate, you'd be deaf. Her pleasured screams would have hurt your ears if you weren't so preoccupied with your building climax.
>Already she'd come thrice, and her ass was glowing red.
>Finally, you grip her lush hair, and pull her head back, hilting yourself deep inside her, you can feel her cervix as you explode inside her.
>You let out a dominating yell, and you make her yours, spilling your cum deep inside her most private parts.
>The two of you cuddled up to each other, both naked and exposed.
>Your daughter's small frame is pressed against you.
>"Sorry about going crazy with the spending, Daddy."
>The way she spoke was so sexy.
>"You'll help pay for it, won't you?"
>You didn't need to think on it long
"Of course I will, sweetheart. I'll wire some money to your account, and fill it back up to where it was before, how's that sound?"
>"Oh, Daddy. You're the best! I love you SOOO much"
>She kissed your lips, giving you lots of tongue, meanwhile her hands were on your broad chest.
>Finally the kiss ends with a rope of spit.
>"Ahh... So, am I still grounded?"
"Absolutely."
>Another pout.
>"We'll see about that!"
>She grabbed your stiffening dick, and pumps it a few times to get it fully erect.
>Here we go!