Chapter 3

I got my daughter Danni enrolled in a cosmetology course. It was only 6 weeks long, which I thought even she could handle. I drove her to the tech college every morning and picked her up each afternoon. The day of the final test, she called me.

“Daddy, can you pick me up, please?”

“You said the test would take 3 or 4 hours. You’ve only been there one hour. Are you done already?” I was hopeful and felt the beginning of some pride, at last.

“No. I ... I’m so sorry, Daddy. I got caught cheating and they kicked me out. I’m so sorry!”

“DAMMIT, DANIELLA!”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. Can you please pick me up?”

I clenched my fists, took a few deep breaths, and let out one of the biggest sighs ever. After another deep breath, I forced myself to say, “Okay.” We didn’t talk on the way, and she cried quietly the entire trip home.

At home I made lunch and we quietly ate, with her stewing in fear and uncertainty, and me seething with rage. When she was close to done, Danni sneezed while drinking, and grape juice sprayed into her face and splattered all over her clothes. She began to cry furiously. “I can’t work! I can’t get a degree! I can’t stay married! I can’t even drink juice! I can’t do anything! WAAAAH!”

I was extremely angry and horny. I hadn’t had sex since her now-ex-wife moved out. “There’s only one thing I know you can do! You can fuck! You lost your virginity to a boy I said was no good, then you got pregnant at only 18, like a reckless little slut! Then you did it again at 20! Then you got a woman to marry you, probably by fucking her so much she’d ignore all your problems. Fucking is all you can do, so I’m going to fuck you, any time I want, and any way I want!”

She looked at me with hope in her eyes. “Really, Daddy?”

“Really! You can’t do anything else, so you’ll be my sex toy!”

“Please, Daddy?”

“Let’s get you cleaned up. Come with me to the bathroom.”

We hurriedly stripped each other and French kissed under the spray of hot water. Seeing her large breasts and feeling them on my chest aroused me so much that I was hard in record time. She poured some shampoo in her hand and rubbed my iron-hard rod until I squirted cum onto her knees. I turned her and pushed her against the wall, then jabbed myself into her slit. I rubbed and squeezed her tits as I kissed and fucked my daughter, standing in the shower. Before long, I came again, pumping a load into her tight wet hole.

After toweling off and putting on bath robes, I led her to the sofa in the basement. I picked up a lighter and a pack of her cigarettes as she sat. She looked into my eyes and said, “Since my divorce is final next month, I can get married again. Will you marry me, Daddy?”

“Sex toys don’t get married, they just fuck who they’re supposed to fuck. If you’re going to live here with me and be my toy, we’ll have some new rules.”