"Good morning, Daddy."
"Mppph! What?" Talia has been serving me breakfast in bed since she was five, but I pretended to be surprised and still asleep. I made a production out of waking up: I rolled over to face her, yawned, and used my fingers to pry my eyes open. "What is it, Tal..." My eyes opened all the way and I stared. Tali was wearing a pair of frilly panties and nothing else. And the most incredible tits! I'd been noticing her figure for some time now. It was even better unclothed.
"What?"
"Happy Birthday, Daddy," she said, setting the tray down on the rolling table.
"What's this about?" I asked, waving a hand in the general direction of her bare chest.
"Oh," she said, looking down. "I have a confession to make."
"Huh?"
"I've been a bad girl."
"How? And why?" I paused. "And how does it relate to your present costume... or lack thereof?"
"My computer crashed and I couldn't get it to boot. I needed to do research for my Social Studies term paper, so I booted up your laptop. And some of the articles on it... I know I wasn't supposed to read them, but once I saw one I just couldn't stop."
Awww.... shit! I'd been looking at some of my favorite snuff sites before I put that laptop into hibernation.
"And it says in the bible, 'Thou shalt not uncover the nakedness of your father.' Although I have to admit I've been tempted about that for some months now. I've been snooping into your most private fantasies. So now I'm here for you to punish."
"And how do you think I should punish you?"
"Just like in those drawings I found: with a noose or a garrote. I turned 18 earlier this year, so I'm subject to full adult penalties."
Wow! "Are you sure? If anything goes wrong, I might accidentally kill you."
"That's the idea, Daddy. But not by accident. You're supposed to punish me."
Oh, I get it. She wants to roleplay a snuff scene. Okay, I can go along with that. Thinking about strangling her to death was making me hot — and hard.
"Ooooh... Daddy," she said, looking at the tent I was making in the blankets. "Can I touch it. Please?"
Hey, wait! This is my own daughter, asking to touch my cock? I opened my mouth to protest, but nothing came out, and I found myself nodding my head.
That was all Tali needed. She pulled back the blanket and sheet, and stared at my erection... for about 5 seconds. She reached out and touched the head with two fingers. Then she brushed the top of it with her hand, then the underside. Wow! She grasped it with one hand and stroked it a couple of times. I gasped in pleasure. She took it between her palms and started rolling it back and forth.
"Tali... if you keep that up, I'm going to..."
"Hush," she replied, and shut me up with a kiss. But she let go... only to slide down and kiss my cock-tip, then the bottom. Then she wrapped her lips around it and started bobbing her head up and down. Double wow! I tried to protest — my daughter, giving me a blowjob — but I couldn't get any words out, just a moan of pleasure that turned into a scream as I came. She pulled off at the last second, and my semen spurted onto her lips, her cheeks, her chin, her nose. Some of it landed on the sheets.
Talia grinned at me. "I told you I was a bad girl! Look at the mess I made. Now will you punish me?"
"Oh, you're going to get it now!" I grabbed her, turned her over my knee, and gave her a good spanking. She yelped at each whack, but when I was done she gave me a saucy grin. Then she licked me clean, washed her face, and changed the sheets on my bed.
Breakfast was cold by then, so she took it away and cooked a fresh one for two. We ate it together, me under the covers and her sitting on the edge of the bed. Except she'd lean over and kiss me occasionally. Then we hooked the big-screen TV up to my computer and sat on the couch, watching some of my favorite videos from Anne's Dreams, Cuddly Necrobabes, Killville, and some hot clips from foreign films.
By the we time finished the "Korea Lovers" clip, we were making out hot and heavy. Talia excused herself to go to the bathroom, and came back in a shift or camisole or something — I've never been an expert on women's clothes — that came down to her hips but no farther. And she'd taken off the panties. She looked so hot. Tali sat down next to me and put my hand on her breasts, then started rubbing me through my bathrobe. That didn't last long, though: she untied it, pulled it open, and played with me for a few seconds. I was so hard it hurt!
She straddled me on her knees and slowly lowered herself onto me. I came out of my lust-haze just enough to make one last try at sanity. "Wait! We need a condom. I don't want to get you pregnant."
"Not a problem. I guarantee it." Then she sank down onto me and all I could do was kiss her, fondle her tits, and moan in pleasure. It only took a couple of minutes; I shouted, screamed, and came deep inside her. If she was fertile she'd get knocked up for sure!
I don't think she came, but she had this dreamy look on her face as she slowly climbed off me when I was done. She got a warm washcloth and cleaned us up, then started another video: AF Escort 2, one of my all-time favorites. "Wouldn't you like to do that to me?" she asked when it was over. "Maybe with your bathrobe tie? Twisting it tight around my neck until I stop struggling? Letting my dead body down onto the bed?"
"I'd love to, but..."
"We're just fantasizing, okay?"
"Sure."
"And of course you could use my body for your pleasure... before, during, or after. Does that turn you on? Maybe I'd get you hard with my mouth, then you'd cum in my ass while you strangled me. And later on you'd use my still-warm cunt."
I grabbed her, kissed her, and started playing with her tits again. Then I reached down and fingered her until she came, yipping like an overexcited puppy.
After we'd rested, she challenged me to a game of ping-pong. High-stakes: if she won, I'd pay for two months in Europe for her and the companion of her choice. If I won, I'd get to hang her for as long as I wanted. It was a hard-fought game, but I won, 25-23. She went and got a rope from her room. It was already tied in a noose. Aha! She threw the game. I'd suspected as much. I threw the rope over the ceiling fan in the family room. She climbed up on a chair and then put the noose around her neck and crossed her wrists behind her. I tied them tightly, then pulled the rope taut and tied it to the heavy desk in a corner of the room. I laid my hunting knife on the desk.
"Whenever you're ready," she told me.
"Bend your knees until your feet just brush the chair." I didn't want any accidents. She did as I said, and I pulled the chair away and watched. For about five seconds she just hung there, her head tilted to the right and that saucy smile on her lips. Then her feet started to feel for something to stand on. Soon she was kicking wildly. Her face turned red, and her eyes defocused as her kicking slowed down. Her face got that dreamy look again.
Her kicking slowed to small twitches of her leg muscles. I ran to the desk and cut the rope.
She collapsed in a heap on the carpet, but I heard a sharp gasp as she pulled in a sudden breath. I watched, and after a minute or so she started to stir. "Wow!" she said, "That was some punishment!"
She spent the rest of the morning finding reasons for me to punish her, including her sexual history.
"You know about the Electra complex, where girls want to marry their fathers?" Talia asked me.
"Of course."
"I've wanted you to marry me since I was five; I didn't know what it implied about sex and babies and stuff, just that I wanted you to be mine. I eventually realized that just wasn't possible, and I started dating boys. When I got old enough, I even let them have what they wanted — well, some of what they wanted. I gave them handjobs, and later blowjobs; that's how I knew what to do with you. Or between my tits; some of the boys liked that a lot. Twice I even I'd found one I thought might be right for me, and I let them fuck me a few times. But they weren't really. You are my Big Bad Wolf. Only you. You are the one I want to have me, to own me, to punish me, to snuff me. I saved one hole just for you, one place I'm still a virgin. I hope you'll take me there before you snuff me or right after, if that turns you on more.
Big Bad Wolf. She was wearing a red camisole and nothing else. There's a
meaning there, but I'm not sure I understand it.
We spent the rest of the morning talking and punishing her. We played punishment games in every room of the house, even the bathroom. I'd spank her with my hand, or a ping-pong paddle, or my belt: sometimes on her ass, sometimes on her inner thighs or belly, and once on her breasts. That last made her come, screaming and yipping again.
After lunch we drifted out into the yard, and the games were getting harder. Closer to the real thing. She'd gotten a black cord with knots tied in the ends from her bedroom and wrapped it around her neck. She'd "remember" something else she'd done that made her "a bad girl." Or she'd make a mess — throw food or pee on the floor — to show she was "a bad girl." Then I'd spank her. Or drip hot wax on her. Or clothespins on her tits or her pussy. And I'd pull the cord tight until she'd struggle real hard, then let go just before she lost consciousness. Or after, once. And I'd put my fingers in her cunt, or up her ass. And she'd squeal.
Then it was mid-afternoon, and she seemed to reach a decision.
"Oww..." she told me. "Daddy, you hurt my neck pulling that cord tight again and again like that. And you hurt me in other places, too. And I heard a car door slam: I think old Mr. Andrews is home from the Senior Center. Our fence is high enough to give us privacy from most people, but you know how Andrews likes to peek out of his upstairs window. He could see you doing me. So why don't you put those big fingers back in my private places, and take me inside to my bedroom. Then you can finish snuffing me in private, and nobody will see or hear."
"But..."
"Just take me inside and we'll talk about it, okay? Before Mr. Andrews sees?"
"Okay." I shoved a couple of fingers into her cunt, grabbed her left nipple with my other hand, force-marched her inside, and sat her down at the kitchen table.
"Now look," I told her, "I've been willing to go along with this whole snuff fantasy thing. It's my fantasy too. But you seem to be suggesting that I do it for real, and there are real problems with that."
"Like?"
"To start with, it's illegal. I really don't want to go to prison for the rest of my life, especially with a sex-offender label on me."
"Don't worry about that, Daddy. Remember I was out for a couple of days last week? I bought a round-trip ticket and flew to New York. I put on a dark wig, put in some inserts to change the shape of my cheeks, lips, and nose, and had a beautician darken my skin a few shades with base so I'd look Italian. Then I took Greyhound and the local bus home and let myself in at 3AM when nobody was awake. So if the cops start looking into my disappearance, everything will point to New York. And nobody will even be looking for me until State U starts in September."
"Then there's the fun of playing with you. Yes, snuffing you would be real hot, but if you really want me for your 'Big Bad Wolf,' I'm better off keeping you around so we can do this again and again."
"I'd really love that, Daddy. Living with you, getting punished and choked by you, feeling you come inside me. It would be wonderful. But it won't work. Sooner or later people are going to expect me to be dating boys. And for you to be seeing women, like you've been doing since about a year after Mom died. And our dates will expect to come home with us or eventually for one of us to move in with him or her. And we can't keep this a secret if one of us is living with somebody else. It just won't work. And if we don't date, that will set the gossip mill going for sure. No, Daddy, you have to snuff me. If you won't do it today, I'll kill myself tomorrow."
"Oh. But what about your body? I don't have a good way to dispose of it. When it's found, your New York misdirection will fall apart."
"I planned for that. I dug a grave for myself behind the garden shed, where nobody can see. All you have to do is go out after midnight tonight, peel the sod up, put my body in there, and fill it up with dirt. Then lay the sod back down. After two months of watering, and mowing, nobody will be able to tell it from any other part of the lawn."
"But are you sure this is really what you want?"
Her hands curled into fists. She looked so frustrated she wanted to throw things. "It's not what I want, Daddy. It's what I deserve, and what you want. And I know you'd like to snuff me, I've read the stories you wrote. Haven't I proved to you that I'm a bad girl who deserves to be snuffed?"
I thought about it, for a minute... two minutes... when I looked up nearly 15 minutes had passed. "Okay, but first there's that virgin hole of yours. Stand up!"
She stood, and I slid a finger into her ass and pushed her up the stairs to my bedroom.
The first thing she did was open her purse, get out a tube of K-Y, and lay it on the table.
She sat on my bed and reached for me, pulling my zipper down. I pulled off my shirt and undershirt and put them on the bed. By the time I was done, she'd pulled my trousers and BVDs down. I stepped out of them and she laid them on top of my other clothes. She fondled my dong with her hand until I was good and hard, then wrapped her mouth around it. She moved slowly this time, licking me, sliding her lips up and down the shaft, getting me excited rather than making me come.
But still there came a time... "Talia..." I started.
"Yeah, I get it," she responded. She let go of me, and pulled off that red negligee thing. She opened up the K-Y and spread some on my rock-hard cock. I put some on her anus and used a finger to push a little inside the sphincter.
"Have you ever had anal sex with a woman?" she asked.
"A couple of times, after your mother died. I had to pay for that, but I wanted to try it."
"Well, I've been looking online for positions. Do you have a favorite?"
How do you think the story should end?
You choose the ending
| In her ass | In her cunt | |
| In her mouth |
Keep her around for more fun |