"Hot Daughter Shower Bang"
by J.D. Savanyu
A cold February night in crazy rich Greenwich. I'm strutting around a cocktail party full of hedge fund jockeys in my daddy's mansion. I love the sleazy look on their faces, checking out my hot eighteen year-old body while sipping high-end booze. My shiny blonde hair cascades along a $1,400 indigo blue cocktail dress, nicely framing my perky D-cup breasts. The silky smooth fabric tapers down my well-toned abs and wide hips. Leaving enough room to show off my $500 black lacy vintage stockings. Four black straps lead up to a concealed garter belt around my waist. A pair of $1,170 blue satin high-heeled Mules are like icing on the cake.
"You're looking lovely tonight, Miss Keofferam," beams David Crenshaw, the chief operating officer of Pinnacle Equity Management. One step below the CEO, my father Roger.
"Thank you, dear," I utter sweetly. "My daddy got me this dress for Christmas."
"Your daddy has good taste in fashion, and women."
I giggle girlishly and toss my golden bangs. "But his wife got bored with tasting the same dish over and over."
Daddy is sitting nearby on an antique red velvet Louis Quatorze armchair, next to his charismatic CMO "Buffalo" Bill Allen. Eating a whiskey and vermouth-soaked cherry from his manhattan cocktail, grinning devilishly at his only child. He divorced my mother a few months ago, and things have gotten
really
crazy since then.
"Guess what he got me for my eighteenth birthday yesterday? A $900 bikini."
"Holy shit," David snickers. "Talk about conspicuous consumerism, with all those starving children in Afghanistan or whatever."
I giggle again, cocking my head in daddy's direction. I still can't believe what happened
after
he gave me that skimpy sparkling red-and-green number with twelve-karat golden rings. My repressed Freudian desires poured out in an overpowering flood, and I stripped nude and right in front of him, much to his pleasant surprise. I slid that sparkling bikini onto my lean curvaceous body, loving how sexy it made me feel. Then I led Roger down to our basement and hopped into our big bubbling hot tub. The steamy swirling water got me even hornier. I lost all control; seducing my father like a high-class whore. Next thing I knew, he was pounding my tight teen pussy with his big manly dick, and spanking my wet ass like hell. Taking my virginity aggressively, making me feel so fucking good. Making my wild perverted fantasies come true, leaving me starving for more
.
(Greed for money and greed for sex go hand-in-hand on a primal level.)
I sashay over to Roger, swinging my hips like a supermodel on the runway, drawing his attention to my vintage stockings. Like a blonde Betty Boop.
"Great party, daddy. I love that caviar spread from Aux Delicès."
"Aux Delicès is oh-so-delicious," he replies playfully. "Their cherry tarts are jam-packed with flavor, melting in your mouth. Better than sex," he beams. Emphasizing the illicit double entendre.
"I'll have some more cherry tarts later, for a midnight snack."
His eyes open wide with clear arousal. "Me too, baby-doll. But you better brush your teeth afterward."
"Maybe I
won't
brush my teeth. I'm feeling naughty."
"Don't make me punish you, Katie."
"You
never
punish me, daddy."
"Don't make me
start
punishing you."
I murmur seductively, tossing my golden bangs. "You're so tantalizing, Mister Keofferam. A riddle wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in a sharp Burberry suit."
Daddy gives me a dirty look with those charming bedroom eyes. His CFO Ibuka Morita leans against a mahogany credenza nearby, nursing a Daiquiri and looking at us like we're nuts. He doesn't know the half of it!
The party gradually winds down, with my anticipation growing and growing. There's still three months until I graduate from Greenwich High, and six months until I fly over to England for my first semester at Oxford. In the meantime, I want to find out just how deep this rabbit hole goes. A freaky Alice in a fucked-up Wonderland, taking a perverted red pill. Surrendering myself completely to daddy, body and soul. My black panties get wetter and wetter beneath my blue dress; recalling how hard he fucked me in various positions in that hot bubbling tub, surrounded by flaming tiki torches. The best cherry-popping a girl could possibly have.
Everyone at this ritzy cocktail party assumes I'm just another dumb hot blonde chick, but I'm definitely not. I've got a 4.0 grade average, and I can discuss Kierkegaard and Chomsky until the cows come home. My strong mind gives me more control over my strong sexuality. I'll use that control to make
all
my dreams come true, in the bedroom and in corporate boardrooms. I'm really "going places," like the next Ivanka Trump.
The last guests depart at ten o'clock. We escort Lynn Hollub toward the front door with her husband/designated driver, making sure the inebriated vice president of human resources doesn't trip over a plush $18,000 rug in the foyer. I close and lock the door behind them, leaving me all alone with daddy in a lavish mansion with seven bedrooms. He spins me around abruptly, shoves my ass against the door, and shoves his tongue right down my throat. Holy shit!
He french-kisses me passionately for a minute, thrusting his hulking body against my diminutive feminine frame. I feel his massive dick getting longer and longer against my throbbing pussy. Dry-humping his daughter through those "respectable" business trousers. I need him inside me so bad. I'm taking this toxic fling as far as it can possibly go.
He finally pulls back, and I gasp throatily with intense arousal, tilting my head back until it hits the peephole.
"Oh my
god
," Roger groans. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, all fucking day!"
"Me too, daddy
.
It took so much willpower not to jerk off in the shower after our tennis match today."
"I'm saving all my cum for your pretty face, blondie. Game, set,
match.
"
I kiss him harder, tongue wrestling like a heavyweight champ. I pull back a minute later with another awkward gasp.
"Damn, my panties are
soaked
. I want you to fuck me in the hot tub again, daddy."
"Nah, let's try a different aquaphile adventure this time."
Roger scoops me up in his burly arms and carries me up an ornate art-deco stairway. Treating me just like he treated Leni on their wedding night, two years before I was born. I look almost exactly like his sexy Austrian ex-wife, making our illegal affair even creepier.
"Are you gonna clean up your dirty daughter in the shower, Mister Keofferam?"
"Damn right. But first, I'm gonna show you my secret 'toy collection.' A little punishment for your naughty ways."
Oh my god, oh my god. Daddy wants to get
kinky
with me! I've never seen the "arsenal" he used against Leni, because he keeps all his sex toys in a locked cabinet in the master bedroom.
"Oooh yeah. Tie me up and dominate me real good, daddy. I'm your willing slave."
Roger laughs under his breath, turning down a long hallway. Passing room after room full of crazy one-percenter crap. This mansion is full of recent abstract paintings by famous New York City artists (most of which are indistinguishable from paintings by fifth graders at P.S. 135.) He carries me into the master bedroom at the far southern end. A big picture window offers a great view of the dark Long Island Sound, with the Manhattan skyline twinkling on the far horizon. Daddy sets me down next to the king size bed he used to share with Leni. He goes over to that big mysterious cabinet.
"I knew you'd try to sneak in here eventually, so I made the password just as safe as the one for my Cayman Islands bank account." He turns toward the keypad and carefully enters the code. "Y-5-W-J-R, F-4-J-6-5, 4-5-K-9-J. Open sesame!"
The wooden doors slide open, and my jaw drops open. The cabinet is jam-packed with whips, crops, cuffs, clamps, restraints and harnesses. Lots of genuine leather and stainless steel for sensual domination.
"Oh my god, daddy. You're such a freak!"
"That's exactly what Leni said, so many times."
"But then she ran off to Chicago, and now you have to make do with me."
"Now you're daddy's little kink doll. I never went easy on Leni, and I won't go easy on you."
"I'm up to the challenge, Mister Keofferam. But we better set a safe word first. How about... sacher torte?" (An Austrian cake that mommy loved to bake for us. My Freudian subconscious is revving into overdrive.)
"Sounds delicious,
meine schöne Ballschönheit.
Now take off all your clothes, except those vintage stockings."
"Yes sir, Mister Keofferam."
I quickly remove my dress and toss it on the purple silk pillow that used to cradle Leni's head. The smell of her ridiculously expensive perfume still lingers in the air, six months after she spilled a bottle of Maison Francis Kurkdjian À la Rose on the nightstand
.
(A thousand bucks worth of flower juice down the drain.) My black lacy bra and panties are soon lying on top of that pillow. Daddy admires my big naked boobs and hairy blonde crotch. His nine inch dick is about to rip right through his corporate pants.
"Turn around and put your hands behind your back."
"What's the charge, officer?" I snicker.
"Shut the fuck up, you barely legal bitch," he grunts. I gladly obey his order, showing off my tennis-toned ass. The smooth stockings and garter belt make me feel even more naked than naked. Roger grabs my forearms and binds them together behind my back with a leather sleeve, fastening it tightly with three buckle straps.
"You've been screwing around like a spoiled slutty brat, but now your billionaire father is gonna set you straight."
"Fuck yeah, Daddy Warbucks," I moan desperately. "Take me in the shower and scrub off my sins."
"I'll do a lot more than 'scrubbing,' blondie."
Roger grabs a box full of stuff from the cabinet, then he grabs my left arm and pulls me into a spacious French-style bathroom
.
He goes over to a big Carrara marble bathtub and turns a gleaming brass handle. Hot water pours down from a gleaming brass shower head.
"Get in there, bitch!" Roger growls.
"Yes, sir," I murmur pathetically, loving his macho role-playing. Discovering the man behind the mask. I slowly enter the tub, finding the simple task very difficult in bondage. The hot water hits my nearly naked body, making me sigh luxuriantly. I've been a raving aquaphile for as long as I can remember, having grown up right next to the sea. Great eye candy on the beaches for all those uber-rich playboys.
Daddy gets naked while I get soaked. He masturbates slowly, watching that hot steaming water running in tantalizing rivulets over my sleek feminine curves, glistening on my black lacey stockings.
"All right, you're wet enough. Step away from the shower, and face your father."
"Yes, sir."
I go to the other end of the tub, and he glares at me sternly.
"Spread your legs, nice and wide."
I spread them in a straight inverterted V-shape, quietly thanking myself for working out every fucking day, after working hard at school.
