Our Little Place

"Get in!" I said angrily, pumping the accelerator with unnecessary force.

She clambered in, surprised at my mood. She knew not to argue.

We had planned to view a property about 100 miles away, somewhere in the remote countryside where we could relax, maybe have some livestock, grow some veg. All that seemed irrelevant now.

I drove too fast, I sensed she was frightened, she clutched the seatbelt buckle, her knuckles white.

"GET OUT OF THE WAY YOU TWAT!"

"Dad!"

"Did you see him, he just pulled out in front of me? Yeah yeah, beep your horn."

She looked across at me terrified.

"Daddy what's the matter, what's happened?"

I breathed heavily. I knew the confrontation would have to come eventually so I pulled over into a rest spot.

Engine off. Quiet.

I drummed on the steering wheel obsessively, collecting my thoughts. How to broach this?

"You...used my PC last night."

"Yes. You said I could."

"Uh-huh."

I faced her.

"You didn't turn it off."

"Oh. Well sorry, I must have for-"

"Stop talking! You didn't turn it off and you left...." I reached in my pocket and pulled out 5 sheets of paper with printing on them.

"...this"

I flicked the sheaf of paper against my hand. She looked at me, clearly needing more information.

I began reading:

'And what are you wearing for your Daddy today dear?....Um, I'm in my school uniform Daddy, I haven't had time to change...Well you're a naughty girl aren't you, letting your knickers get all sweaty and not changing. I think you deserve a little punishment...'

Her face reddened as she tried in vain to snatch the papers from me.

I leafed through to the third page and continued reading aloud:

'You like that don't you, Daddy's big cock in your mouth?....Ooooh yes Daddy, you can cum in my mouth, or wherever you want... Shall I squirt it all over your face and make you go out like that, all covered?...Yes Daddy, use me like your slut...'

"Stop it. Stop it! Why are you doing this?"

She was almost crying as I turned to the final page and read:

'Fuck my wet young cunt Daddy, fill me with your cum...Oooh darling I'm ooooh (lovely, I came hard). Roger left the room.'

I folded the pages and placed them back in my pocket. Tears ran down her face.

Silence.

Eventually.

"So you caught me. Good for you, big deal. I'm 20, I can do what I want. Does it make you happy to humiliate me like that, spying on me, printing off evidence, and then driving like a maniac. Are you some kind of psychopath? Ow, get off! What are you doing?"

I hadn't anticipated this response. Her doubling down when I was expecting remorse simply inflamed my ire. I dragged her over my knee, pulled her knickers off her legs and spanked her hard, and then harder, then harder still until her bottom sizzled.

I heaved her back into her seat, stuffed her knickers into my pocket, and drove off at speed. We had to make up time, but my fury had passed now, and we arrived without further incident, having spent the journey in complete silence.

Except.

How could I defend my actions? How could I explain the raging hard on I had had during the spanking and ever since? How could I ignore the fact that I'd seen her vagina moisten as I spanked her? How could I describe the scent wafting from her knickers as I'd stowed them in my pocket?

I parked up, the agent was already there. I held both her hands across the centre console and gave her a deep meaningful look. She reciprocated and snaked her tongue across her top lip. We knew.

I opened her door and she climbed out, carelessly allowing her skirt to ride up, fully aware that I had seen everything.

Introductions over, he led us to the little cottage. Nobody wanted this place apparently- too isolated, too small, too much trouble. On the market for a steal. Can't even give it away.

I took the opportunity to wash my hands in the tiny kitchen. I squelched the aqua blue hand gel liberally over my fingers and thumbs then rejoined them as he showed us a tiny little room off the main living space. Some kind of storage area maybe?

There wasn't even room for three of us to squeeze in, so he went in first and pointed out the power points as we peered in from the doorway. The shelving, the original tiles, the potential, the blah blah blah...

As he talked I slid my gelled hands up the back of her thighs up her skirt, and wedged my thumb into her asshole. She flinched, then relaxed, shifting her feet slightly to allow me better access. I circled my thumb inside her, then withdrew it slowly, and walked away to study a mysterious hatch in the floor at the far end of the living room.

They joined me, her eyes sparkling, her lips full and insolent.

The agent explained about the basement, and lifted the hatch. A dodgy looking stone stairway led down to the former coal cellar. He led the way with a torch. She followed, holding her skirt down.

The room was cold, dark and damp. He shone his torch into various corners and suggested it might take a pool table, or a small library.

I wasn't listening, because as my daughter stood close behind me, my fingers were pawing at her cunt in the darkness. Her breathing was deep and fast, I feared she was going to orgasm noisily. While I fingered her I asked him how difficult it would be to get power down here.

He guided the beam of his torch into various corners of the room where power points could go, all the while she ground herself onto my fingers, her vagina dripping and slippery.

We went back up. I went first and leaned in to take both her hands to help her.

He shone the torch to guide us, resting the beam on the backs of her thighs. This time she didn't hold her skirt down...

A creaky wooden staircase led to the upper floor.

"There are two bedrooms, this is the bigger one, probably needs refreshing but structurally quite sound - Oh, excuse me."

He answered his phone.

"I'll have to go outside to take this, sorry. I'll be a few minutes, sometimes you have to find a good signal, usually in the garden. Five minutes, feel free to look around..."

He creaked downstairs again.

I grabbed her ponytail and made her kneel in front of me. I tilted her chin up and forced her mouth open with my thumb.

While I groped her breasts I pumped my cock in her mouth, but in my state of excitement my release came quickly and thickly. Jets of sperm plastered her face and mouth. I pulled her up by her ponytail. She made to wipe her face but I yanked her hands away.

"I will tell you when you can clean it off."

We moved to the smaller bedroom. I leaned her to look out of the window, spread her legs open and inhaled deeply at at her asshole and cunt, then smoothed her skirt down again and stood beside her looking out until he returned.

She was teetering gloriously on the edge by now. That exquisite state where one flick, or lick, would send her into orgasmic bliss.

"Yes, sorry about that, client cancellation. So the furnishings are all included in the price, if that's something that would interest you. This is a good bed in fact, newish and sturdy.

He sat on the bed and bounced squeakily a few times, presumably under the impression that such an absurd action would increase the chances of a sale. He noticed her face.

"Er, do you need a piece of kitchen towel or something, you have a -"

"She's fine! Um, I wonder if I could take another quick look at that basement? I just had an idea but I need to check something. I have a torch on my phone- no don't worry I'll go on my own, you stay here."

I left, and trod the first two steps on the staircase before returning silently and peering through the crack in the door, silently observing them from the dark shadows of the landing.

"So....what do you think of the place? Not sure your Dad's that keen so far."

She shrugged, awkwardly looking out of the window. Why had he left them alone like this?

I watched as he ogled her legs from the bed. He had seen the mess on her face of course, and more when she had mounted the steps from the cellar.

"Why don't you sit here with me? Test the bed, it'll be yours after all"

She turned and she saw me spying, as I'd intended. I nodded. Now she knew what to do. She sat on the bed, a little apart from him.

"What IS that on your face, hand gel?"

She shrugged and allowed him to wipe the worst of it with his handkerchief, his face close to hers, his breathing heavy.

"It's a nice room this, I'm sure you'll soon get it how you want it - posters and such like."

He patted her bare thigh, but then left his hand there.

"You know, I couldn't help noticing earlier, when you climbed the steps..."

She looked at him, the remaining blob of my cum dripping off her chin.

"Perhaps I could just confirm something..."

He swung down to the floor and wedged her knees open. She clamped them shut but he insisted. She pushed his face away hard, but ultimately he was too strong for her.

"Interesting. Just as I thought, no knickers. I mean, is it normal for a young woman such as yourself to...."

As he talked he unzipped his large erect cock and stroked it while staring between her legs, held open by wedging his forearm between her knees.

He leaned in to smell her scent, his nose a mere whisper from her aroused, seeping lips.

"Wet. Wish I had more time but I need to get this done."

As he pumped his cock while savouring my daughter's scent, he made as if to mount her.

I stormed in and yelled, "What the fuck, get off her!" I pulled him to his feet, furious, but he was already past the point of no return. We watched as he ejaculated hands free over her skirt, then hurriedly ran off, post cum fluid still stringing from his softening cock, pulling his trousers up as he did so. We heard him bound down the stairs, hurl the front door open. His car tearing away.

Silence.

We stared at eachother.

I pushed her back onto the bed and she yielded her thighs.

I slid my rigid cock into her.

"I didn't think he'd go that far. From now on, only I may cum inside or over you. If I let other men touch you, it is for my pleasure only. If you let another man ejaculate in you or over you without my permission, then it is finished. And you can tell that 'Roger' or whoever you spoke to, to fuck the fuck off."

"Yes Daddy," she whimpered, eyes shining, as she finally enjoyed the orgasm she had needed from the moment he had read the printouts in the car.

"From now on it is just you. Ooooh Daddy. You and me, and our little place."