I guess you could say that I have the best of both worlds. I have a daughter who is smart, popular, and beautiful and she adores me. I have a slut who willingly does the nastiest things, and begs me to whip her until I cum from the deep pleasure of her tears. The best part is that my slut and my daughter are the same person. My story starts about 2 years ago. My wife had died in a drunk driving accident leaving me alone with our 18-year-old daughter. We were devastated by her death. Monica had held the family together and when she was taken, we literally fell apart. Sara became quiet and withdrawn, always deep in her books. Her only pleasure seemed to come from her cheerleading squad and the football games she attended. I also enjoyed watching her out there, so happy again. I had a hard time getting excited about the rest of my life. I had built a thriving accounting business but numbers no longer mattered to me. Everything came to a head one weekend.
Having just returned from a short business trip to the home office of a big client of mine, I got a call from the police. Sara had been arrested for underage drinking. It was hard to believe that my little Angel Sara, as her mother and I often called her, could be involved so far from her usual behavior. I arrived at the police station and was further surprised when they brought Sara to where I was waiting. Sara was quite drunk and barely dressed. She was wearing the skimpiest shirt and nothing underneath. I remembered hearing her mother start nagging years ago that she was too big to go without decent coverage. Seeing her breasts half exposed under the shirt, I realized she had continued to develop. Her lower half was no better shape, overexposed by a tiny pair of blue jean cutoffs that looked 3 sizes too small. Sara looked so humiliated, degraded by the way I was looking at her and by the leers from the others in the room. The tears in her eyes echoed the disappointment I felt. I wondered how I could have avoided this and how I could ensure it never happened again. Out of embarrassment, I took off my coat and draped it around her. I took the paperwork handed to me by the sheriff as he remanded her to my custody.
As we walked to the car, Sara stumbled a bit, still quite drunk. Her face was quite pale and just a bit green. I buckled Sara into the backseat after first covering it with a blanket. Judging by the amount of liquor on her breath, I imagined soon some of it would be coming back up. I drove home slowly, listening to Sara sob in the back seat, still huddled in my coat. I was happy to find that she had not thrown up in the car, although as soon as I pulled her out, she knelt on the ground and vomited.
I found myself torn between being so angry, so furious that she would do something this stupid and wanting to pat her head and tell her things would be all right. Once she stopped throwing up, I helped her to her feet again and led her into the house. I was very glad that the privacy of our lot kept prying eyes off my bedraggled daughter. As we approached the house, I debated bringing her in and considered hosing her off outside. She stunk of vomit and alcohol, but my gentler nature prompted me to take her inside. I often wonder if things would have turned out different if I had not.
As we entered the house, Sara was whimpering, 'Daddy, I am so sorry I did this, so sorry I disappointed you. Please Daddy say something.' I shook my head.
I decided to take her up to the master bathroom. It was the largest in the house and had a double sized shower. My thoughts flashed to a memory of Monica showering in there, the clear walls hiding nothing from me. I ended up half carrying her up the stairs, she was still crying and weaving about, unsteady on her feet. She kept apologizing to me, begging me not to be mad, and telling me she was sorry for what she had done. I worked hard to hold onto my anger. Sara had to learn an important lesson and I was the only one left in her life to teach it to her. I was torn between wanting to spank her so hard that she would feel it for a week and holding her in my arms, promising to protect her better in the future. I hated myself that I had left her alone and was thankful my trip had ended a day early - the thought of my daughter spending a night in police custody sent shivers down my spine.
When we got to the bathroom, I ripped my coat off her overexposed body, opened the shower door and shoved her into the stall, clothes and all. I saw the surprise on her face change to shock as I turned on the cold water full force. I slammed the door shut.
Sara jumped up from the crouched position where she had fallen and clawed at the water to change the temperature. Her first self protective act since I had picked her up pleased me. She pealed off the coat and started to pull down her shorts. I turned my head to give her some privacy, only to hear her fall down. She cried out to me asking for help, so I turned back to her.
The sight before me left me speechless. She was lying on her side, with her back and bottom to me. Her pussy was covered with soft tufts of hair and yet so deliciously formed that I could see each part of it, the soft outer lips, the pouting inner lips and her clitoris. Even her tiny rosebud anus was exposed to me. My cock jumped of its own need as I stood there, staring at my all too grown up daughter. She cried out to me to help her, which broke my reverent visual worship of her body. I reached into the shower, drenching myself in the spray and lifted her to her feet. She started to stumble again and it was then that I realized her little tiny shorts were wrapped around her ankles. My cock jumped again, thinking about how she was trapped, held in bondage by that little bit of fabric, unable to escape me.
I shook off the thought and reached down to release her feet. As I did, she leaned against me. Her nipples seemed to taunt me as they pressed into my back. I pulled the shorts loose and then tossed them into the trash, wishing I could throw away the sexual thoughts I was having with them. Once her shorts were off her legs, Sara stood back up and leaned against the far shower wall. Lust overrode caution and I offered to help her off with her shirt. She raised her arms, like she did as a little girl, waiting to have help with her clothes. I lifted the half T-shirt off her chest and then froze as her luscious breasts were exposed. I thought that the shirt left nothing to the imagination, but I was wrong. The soft pink of her large nipples looked exquisite against the whiteness of her large breasts. They seemed so big, so full, so tight. I knew that if I tried to cover one, it would take both my hands to hold in that much flesh. The nipples stood strong against the pounding shower. Sara whimpered and I realized I had only pulled the shirt far enough to cover her face. I pulled the shirt off the rest of the way. Sara reached out and touched me, her hand pulling me towards her.
I muttered something about her calling me if she needed something and beat a hasty retreat out of the bathroom. My clothes were soaking wet from the shower, so I stripped them off. I grabbed my old bathrobe from my closet and fell into a soft chair. I loved this chair. This was the chair where I sat to spank Monica and on very rare occasions where she would spank me. We also used to fuck on the chair, Monica riding my cock. I closed my eyes and began to stroke my cock, thinking about my wife. Her tits bouncing in front of me, begging to be pinched until she whimpered. As I sat there, my cock grew harder, fuller. My fantasies changed, the woman on top of me had larger breasts and a tiny waist. I jerked open my eyes as I realized I was picturing Sara fucking me, begging me to touch her, begging to cum. I forced my eyes opened as I heard Sara crying out again. I turned to see her still standing in the shower, apparently pulling on her nipples. It looked like she had just cum, her face was flushed and her head was thrown back. I berated myself again for thinking nasty thoughts about her and turned my head away, once again giving her a measure of privacy.
I heard the shower shut off and jumped to my feet, stuffing my very full cock into the robe with great difficulty and only marginal success. Sara didn't seem to notice as she stumbled out of the bathroom, wrapped only in a navy blue bath towel. She was still crying and came over to me for a hug. I let her burrow into my chest as she had before when life had been rough. I held her tight in my arms and tried not to think of loosening the towel nor her nearly naked body rubbing against mine. I led her into her room, pulled back the bedspread and sheet and lifted her into bed. I covered her up with the sheet and walked out of the room. My cock was once again at full mast, demanding we go in there and watch her. I closed the door to the thoughts and to Sara's room.
I headed straight for the bathroom. Perhaps a cold shower for me would put things into their correct perspective. I set the water for barely lukewarm and climbed in. I stood there for awhile, letting the water pound against my skin. Finally I gave into the need that threatened to overwhelm me. I warmed the water to a more comfortable temperature, took a bar of soap, coated my hands then stroked my cock. I had been masturbating this way since Monica died, trying to find some satisfaction in a less than satisfactory method.
'Daddy?' Sara asked in a confused tone.
My eyes flew open to find her standing in my bathroom, wearing nothing and watching me jerk off. My hand spread open to cover my cock in embarrassment.
'I called and you didn't answer.'
'I will be out in a minute sweetie. Go back to your room.' My voice quivered with unanswered desire.
Sara stood frozen in place. Since she was still staring at my erection, I turned my back to her, willing her to leave.
After a short pause, Sara left the room and seemed to go back to hers. I hurriedly washed the rest of my body, ignoring my still erect cock - it had been washed enough - and then turned off the shower. I grabbed a towel from the pile and wrapped it around my waist, covering and hopefully concealing my erection. I stepped out of my bathroom to find Sara, not in her room, but on lying naked on my bed. She was on her back, with her knees up and her legs spread wide open. Once again her beautiful cunt and big firm tits were exposed to me. Her right hand was stroking a very aroused clitoris and her left hand was pulling on her distended nipple. My eyes raped her body as she lay there exposed. She must have seen the desire in my eyes.
