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Dominating Daughter

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Hi Smutlovers, the title should explain it all: this is a short femdom father-daughter incest story. Simple. Depending on votes/feedback I’ll add chapters/characters/plot and semen.

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“Enjoying yourself?”

Daisy had seen me sniffing her panties as I dropped them into the laundry basket.

“Sick fuck”, she said, without averting her gaze from the big wall TV, where a bloodbath was about to ensue in a mansion somewhere in the Carpathian Mountains, the climactic final level of Hitman 3. At least while she was playing the game, I was getting some respite. But soon she’d finish it, and then she’d resume her real-life game of “Manipulate Daddy” again.

I resumed my chore hastily, picking her clothes from the floor. I found a sock, one of mine, which I surreptitiously mixed in with the batch, even though she didn’t allow it. I made a mental note to hide it on the lowest rung of the drying rack later, out of her sight.

I watched her, slouched on the black leather sofa, wearing nothing but my big black tee-shirt, her long legs stretched straight across the coffee table. Her quick strong fingers clutched a game controller. I stared longingly at the dusty soles of her feet. How I yearned to kiss them, to smell their faint cheesy scent, to lick them clean and gently dab them dry with the corner of my tee-shirt.

She paused the game. Lazily she shuffled her buttocks alternately and worked the tee shirt up to her waist.

She patted her thick black pubes. “Come and get a sniff of the real thing,” she said. I looked at her to see if the “offer” was genuine. It was. My cock sprung to attention. She bent her knees, pressing her feet on the edge of the coffee table. Then she pushed her legs straight again, shoving the table two feet away from her, tipping over a wineglass. A stream of wine raced across the table and spilled onto the wine-stained rug. “Leave it,” she said.

Still on my hands and knees, I crawled to her and put my nose to her groin, inhaling her scent. My tongue probed her loins until it found her labia hidden in the dense black undergrowth. I licked slowly, from the bottom to the top, the way she liked it. Her lips swelled and became slimy with my saliva. I continued to lick in slow upward strokes, my tongue-tip lingering on her clitoris, for a little longer each time. After many minutes of silent attention I ceased, and held my tongue against her, breathing slowly in anticipation of her orgasm. Her legs closed around my ears. She squeezed tight with her strong thighs, and through muffled ears I heard her little cry of “ahh”. Her intoxicating scent became more intense, and I felt her convulse. I pulled back, and gently dabbed her pussy dry with the corner of my tee-shirt.

“Thank you. Daisy. Thank you.”

“I’m hungry. I want sushi.”

“Okay, Daisy. Please can I have the card?”

“Here:” Daisy leaned forward and rummaged among the clutter on the canlı bahis coffee table and handed me her credit card. It had my name on it, but it was her card now.

“My daughter is driving me crazy.”

All over the country, all over the world, parents are saying that now, more than ever, forced by the pandemic to have their kids home with them instead of at school or Uni.

I too said it, just this morning, to a dog in the park that had run over to sniff me while I was doing my exercises. I was struggling on my fifth push-up when his cold wet nose touched mine, which was enough of an excuse for me to fail to reach my target and just collapse on the cold wet grass. I’m seriously out of shape.

I don’t mind complaining about my daughter to dogs. They don’t ask awkward follow-up questions.

Daisy lives with me in my two-bedroom flat. When lockdown started and she came back from Uni, she stayed with my ex-wife Julia and her husband. But she drove them crazy. I thought they were just being selfish assholes and foisting her onto me because I’m a soft touch. They have big house, with plenty of room to accommodate her. But now that Daisy lives with me, I get why they couldn’t stand her living there. She’s what you might call “difficult”. But I know how to keep her sweet. I give her anything she wants and do whatever she tells me to do.

When I say I have a two-bedroom flat, I mean that’s what estate agents would call it. It has a large room with a kitchen area and a living/dining area with a big leather sofa, a bathroom, a large bedroom, and a smaller box room. I sleep on the leather sofa. It’s comfortable enough, but I don’t sleep that well because I can smell Daisy’s scent all over it and I get too horny. Daisy sleeps in my bedroom. The box room used to be my office. It’s now the storage room for Daisy’s clothes and junk.

I must stop calling it my flat. Let’s face it, it’s her flat. She can have me evicted. But we just get on so well, I can’t picture it.

Daisy moved in last June. It was a hot day, and the birds were singing. I guess they sing all the time, but with the lockdown, you could hear them clearly. They seemed to be very happy, particularly the blackbirds and thrushes. I certainly was. I really enjoyed the first lockdown. I’m not a sociable person. All I need is a friendly daily chat with shop-people and streetcleaners and my socially-distancing neighbours, and my porn, Literotica and video games at night. I’m a lawyer, specializing in patents. I can do that from home.

She appeared with three large suitcases, two cardboard packing boxes, and a pink backpack. She was wearing tight jeans, and a short white top with thin shoulder straps. I saw Julia’s husband speed off down the road, clearly thrilled to be shot of my daughter. She smiled at me, that dazzling wide smile, and tears welled up in my eye. I saw her then as a little sweet girl, my beautiful child, my princess. bahis siteleri

I held her, there on the doorstep, and kissed her hair. She remained rigid and muttered “Dad… people will think I’m your girlfriend.”

“No they won’t. They’ll think, what a nice father.”

My flat at the time was a newly furnished bachelor pad, all black and silver and household gadgets. It was, truth be told, sad, empty and sterile. I’d cleared out the office room and put a small but comfortable single bed in there, emptied the cupboard and moved out my books and desk into a corner of the living room. I’d put a vase of night-scented stock on a table in there in an attempt to make it more feminine.

“Okay, this is your room,” I told her, as I set to work fetching her cases and boxes from the doorway and dumping them on the bed and the boxes on the floor. “I’ll need it pretty quiet during the day when I’m working, but I’m cool with music and video games in the evening. I’ll do the laundry, but we’ll share the cooking, cleaning and other chores. And I’ll pay the bills, so it’s rent free. Daisy, did you hear? Daisy. Daisy!!”

But Daisy was seated on the sofa, tapping furiously into her phone. I sat down next to her. I glanced down at her bare legs. “Daisy, could you stop that please.” In reply, she lay down along the sofa with her legs across my lap and buried her face deeper in her phone. Involuntarily I stroked her leg. She ignored me. I sighed. “Daisy. Ok. You’re tired. We’ll talk later.” I sat back, feeling the weight of her legs on my lap. I inhaled her perfume. It was nice to have a feminine scent in the house. It had been over a year since the last time I’d had a woman in my flat.

“Dad,” she asked, “can you make me some tea?”

I rose, reluctantly. “Sure.” I busied myself in the kitchen. “Oat milk,” she called.

“Soya okay?” I asked, retrieving a carton from the fridge.


“I don’t have any oat milk.”

“They sell it everywhere.”

I felt my pockets for change and went to the local store to buy her some. It didn’t even occur to me to tell her to buy it herself. She was already running my life, after just a few minutes.

I plonked a mug of tea down beside her.

“There you are. Tea with oat milk,” I said sarcastically. When she didn’t respond, I grew angry. “Daisy. Fuck’s sake, say ‘thank you’ at least.”

Daisy put the phone down on the coffee table and stood up quickly. Then to my surprise and delight she hugged me tight. She held me for longer than I expected. I kissed the crown of her head, and gently but firmly released myself from her hug.

“Dad, you got fit!”


“Your muscles, you got fit.” She looked up at me appreciatively. “You’re hot, you know, Dad.”

“Thank you. So are you.”

“No, really, you got really good looking and muscly.”

“No really, so have you,” I teased.

“Dad, I- I’m a sick fuck. I like older guys.”

“Well, bahis şirketleri I’m old enough to be your father.” I still didn’t get it.

Daisy stood back and stared at me. “Take your tee shirt off. I want to take an Insta of my hot Dad.”

“Sorry, I don’t do Insta.”

“Take it off.”

“Daisy, no. Okay?”

She grabbed my tee shirt and tried to take it off. I grabbed her wrists and we tussled. We fell back on her sofa, with me on top of her. She wrapped her legs around me and squeezed. I laughed. She kept trying to grab my tee shirt and pull it.

“Okay, okay. Stop. You’ll stretch it. This is my favourite tee shirt.” I sat up next to her on the sofa and pulled the tee shirt over my head. Daisy stood and held out her camera.

“Can I see?” I asked after she took the picture, but Daisy ignored the question, and said, “You should get a tat. Here:” She indicated her neck.

“Bit old for that, no?”


“Anyway I hate tats. I’m glad you never got one.” Daisy sat down next to me and sipped her tea.

“You didn’t get one, did you?”

Daisy cupped her hands around the mug and nodded. Before I could continue, she stood and pushed down her jeans to her ankles. She was wearing tiny crimson panties which clove her smooth buttocks. On the left buttock was a tattoo of a bee.

“Like it?”

“Daisy, for fuck’s sake.” I pushed her away – feebly, because my desire to sink my face between those cheeks weakened my resolve.

“Smack it.”

“Daisy. No.”

“Smack my ass.”

Involuntarily I stood and smacked her bare ass.

“Ow. More.”

I smacked, hard. My hand stung, and her ass had a pink handprint on it.


“Daisy no.”

“Smack my ass.”

I smacked her, three times, knocking her a step forward each time with the force. Tears welled in her eyes.

“Daisy.” I held her tight again. “I’m sorry. Daisy. This is crazy.” She looked up at me, then closed her eyes in a swoon and clamped her lips over mine. Our tongues rolled and wrestled. Then suddenly, she said “Stop.”

I stopped. “Daisy, oh my God, I’m sorry, what’s happening? You’re right, we have to stop. Oh my God Daisy…”

“It’s not that. It’s just that I need to pee. Stay there.” She kicked off her jeans and stepped out of them and ran to the bathroom. She didn’t shut the door. I could hear the tinkle of her peeing. I lay back and became aware of my raging hard-on under my jeans. “No. No. No…”

Daisy walked back in quickly.

“Yes, yes, yes.” She unbuttoned my fly and grabbed my dick.

I writhed on the sofa. “No. Daisy. Please.”

“Yes, yes, yes…” she crooned in time to the strokes of her fist.

I came. I felt hot spurts of semen on my cheek and neck. Daisy lay down on me, her head on my heaving chest.

“I can feel your heart.”

“No, no…” I muttered.

She kissed my chest. “How do you feel?”

“Completely guilty, completely confused. And I hate myself.”

“I don’t hate you. I love you.”

“Mmm. And I love you too.” I fell asleep. I slept till the morning on the sofa, where I’ve slept every night since then.

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