Chapter 3

“I am such a dirty pig. Please don’t make me show him, Daddy!” My daughtr was pleading in baby-talk – it was sexy but still made me uncomfortable because I’ve heard her talk like that since she was a little girl.

I smacked her butt while it jiggled because she was double-fisting her pussy and ass. She got both hands inside of her, and it looked uncomfortable and a little silly as she pressed her tits to the tree.

“Fill those disgusting holes,” I demanded. I was blushing. I couldn’t believe that I had just said that to my daughter or ANY woman. I didn’t really mean that my daughter was disgusting but I was caught up in the moment.

The old man reminded me of one of Benny Hill’s sidekicks from an old English television program I used to watch in the 1980s. His bald head and elongated neck reminded me of a wrinkled turtle that was out of their shell. He backed away as if distancing himself from my daughter’s depraved actions but didn’t stop watching. It was impossible to tell from his serious expression if he was horrified or amused. I was worried he might call the police.

“You need to be punished when you talk back to your betters, don’t you whore?”

“Yes, Daddy! Thank you! I just I am getting so horny!! Can one of you fuck me? Please?”

One of us? ME? HIM? He was way too old to fuck his way out of a paper bag without having a heart attack. Even if he was on Viagra, I doubted he could mount my daughter. Was she playing with my head? did she really mean to include me in the offer for sex? Did she need cock that badly? Or was this all some act? Some game? I really didn’t know.

“No, you little piggy. Stop thinking about your own pleasures and get those fists up there. Punch them in and out and punish your dirty pussy. That will make you think twice about talking about someone behind their back.”

I felt so wrong about what I was saying, and yet she began to fist herself like twin pistons pumping in and out of her ass and pussy. Her wrists were slick with her pussy juices, and a little foam appeared as she pulled her pussy so far out that it looked like she was going to pull it inside out like a bag.

“I am ruining my cunt,” she pleaded.

“You already stretched it out. I told you I wouldn’t tolerate any of your sass, and I meant it. Even in public!”

“Oh god, what if someone else walks back here, Daddy?”

“Then you’ll tell them what you did and why. I am not to get in trouble. This is all on you and you knew the consequences.”

She fell to her knees and began to quiver.

I smacked her ass. “Don’t you DARE have an orgasm in front of us.”

“Can I cum? Can I cum? I am so close, oh god,” she breathed deeply.

“Absolutely not, that’s not the point of punishment. You aren’t supposed to ENJOY IT,” I said and looked right at that old man and winked.

He winked back. “I think she is enjoying it. I knew a girl from France that was like your daughter. She was a wicked thing. Danced in a club in South Pigalle,” he reminisced.

“You hear that slut? I should make you work as a stripper,” I demanded.

My daughter pressed her knees into the tree bark. I pushed her against the tree and insisted she rub her tits against it and get close. She didn’t remove her hands as she sunk lower and lower to the ground dripping with agony and ecstasy. “Please let me cum. I will never insult anyone again!”

“I wish I could believe you!” I told her. I heard some kids on the other side of the trees. “Hands out, get dressed!”

“Please a little longer?” she begged as she pulled her hands out of her pussy and ass. They were slick with her juices. She began to pull on her bikini. I slapped her tit and told her there wasn’t time and to just put the outfit back on and carry the bikini.

It was just in the knick of time. Some kids about the same age as my youngest son Edgar came skateboarding around the trees. They were clearly oblivious to what we were doing. I could feel that adrenalin rush that my daughter was talking about. The feeling of having gotten away with something really naughty.

“I hope you learned your lesson,” I told her as we walked him back to the front of the park. I had enough of my experiment. I needed to go home and think about all of this. I needed time to process.

My daughter sat quietly and coyly in the truck as I started it up. “Was that what you had in mind?”

“That was amazing. You are better than Rick ever could be. That felt really, really real,” she admired me.

“You want things that hard all the time?” I admitted that I was now feeling extremely guilty about the encounter for many reasons.

“No, you don’t have to be that intense at home,” she suggested as she looked at her wet hands and admired them.

“I do not think we can do this at all at home. There are going to be a lot of questions and I doubt you could ever live it down after it’s all over.”

She pouted and nodded.

“Then how many hours per day can we do it?” she asked.

I hadn’t thought about any of this. I was still trying to get my head around what just happened. “How long are we doing this for? a week?”

“Why would it end?” she asked politely. I did notice an immediate overall change in how respectful she was toward me. If that was an act, she had me snowed. The tone of her voice was calm and considerate – not challenging or smart alecky.

“You don’t think after a week of me bossing you around you’ll get tired of it?”

“I guess it depends,” she smirked. Ah, there it was. My daughter’s assy-sassy tone again. It was like chalk scratching a chalkboard to me.”Will it be the exact same thing over and over, or will you take off the gloves and get a little nastier?”

“That wasn’t nasty enough for you?” I asked. I found that hard to believe.

“I don’t want to sound critical because it was your first time doing anything like this,” she replied in a helpful and understanding tone. “You did an amazing job and I really think that old man thought you were the coolest old-school Dad from whatever fucked up time he comes from,” she smiled. “You could have made me suck my hands clean and said that if I won’t lick my own juices, who would? You could have me stuff the bikini in my pussy or in my mouth and wear it like a gag...”

She clearly had a few ideas on how I could have improved the scenario.

“You begged US to fuck you,” I said.

“Yeah, I know and I am sorry. I know this is weird for us. Usually, guys who do this to me are in charge of deciding who I have sex with. I told you that I enjoy getting punished, but what I meant to say was that it makes me very, very horny and I am probably going to beg to pleasure myself or suck a dick or something. Is that too hardcore? Maybe we should discuss your limits,” she said.

“MY limits?” I was surprised that she didn’t say her own limits. “You would really let me decide when you masturbate and tell you who you can have sex with?”

“Isn’t that every dad’s dream daughter? I won’t date anyone you don’t approve of,” she promised and blushed.

“We are talking more than dating,” I clarified.

“When I go on a date, most men are going to get lucky, unless they really are clueless. I can lead a horse to water, but I can’t make him EAT my pussy,” she teased.

“What I am asking is that if I had told you to go down on that old man, you would have?” I couldn’t have made my question any more clear. I had to put one hand on my lap because my dick was hard thinking about this level of control.

“If he could get it up, I’d fuck him or blow him if that is what you wanted. I just want to warn you that I’d probably enjoy it more than he did and denial is more effective on me.”

“Denial?”

“You do that with mom, don’t you?” she asked. “Never mind, I do not want to know. You know how a guy will hold out and not stick it in? he won’t go for it when I give him all the signals that he has a green light? All that anticipation and waiting and then getting close to orgasm without having one? That turns me on and at the same time terrifies me. It’s super humiliating to have someone use my ass when my pussy is wet and ready for them, and then not get to cum after he does. If you really want to punish me you would limit the amount of sex I can have.”

“You wouldn’t find it disgusting to get with a man covered in wrinkles?”

“A hard cock is hard to find,” she smiled. “I guess if I had my druthers, I’d want a hot guy, but in the dark it doesn’t really matter. I probably wouldn’t want to make out with him. That would be gross.”

“But you would if I told you to do it?”

“Can we clarify something, before I answer?”

Ah, here it was. Now, she was going to lay out a condition and back out.

“You mentioned doing this for a week. That’s not going to help me all that much. I don’t want you to be some rando I use and discard. If I commit to this, can you stick to it?”

“I would ask you the same thing,” I was amused that she worried that I’d have cold feet.

“I have nothing to lose. If you quit in a week, or a month then at least I had fun and was getting something out of it. You on the other hand might start feeling guilty, or worry what mom might think if she figures it out and quit. I can’t expect us to do this forever, but I do not want to stop in a week because you had second thoughts.”

“I’ve never done this before, anything like this,” I explained. “How can you be so sure you will like obeying me.”

“Obey? I like that word,” she said. “I am just asking you to punish and ridicule me. If we can’t do it all the time, can we do it every day for a few hours?”

I wasn’t sure how that would work on a weekday because I worked a full time job. “You said that you’d clean up the house, be a better employee, treat people nicely.”

“I will try, but not because you told me. I will want to do those things. I really can’t explain it. The feeling I got when you grabbed my hand led me through the park was intense. I felt like you were supervising me and watching my behavior. Then when you scolded me around others it excited me and made me feel like I should behave myself. When you took me in the woods, I felt like I had a real consequence, and I would have sucked your cocks if you told me to do it, but because I wanted to suck, and you said that I could. Does that make sense?”

“You’d suck MY dick?”

“Dad, don’t make this weird,” she warned me as she thought about her response. “Sex for me is fun, and I enjoy licking and throating cocks. If I had a gloryhole in my room where randos could stick their dick through it for me to suck and I didn’t have to talk to them or even know their names, it would be awesome. I haven’t thought about it, but with any guy I let punish me in the past I always fucked them. There is a lot of teasing and you are doing me a fantastic favor keeping me in line. I can see your bulge in your jeans. The question is would you want me to go down on you?”