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(CW: incest (father-daughter))
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Annika and Stephen were delighted to hear that Laurel had made it onto the cheerleading team.
“Look at you, being a *good* girl,” said Annika. “You’ve made your father very happy. Aren’t you happy, Stephen?”
Her father looked at her, and said, “I’m very proud of you, Laurel.”
They were sitting at the dining room table.
“Did you get your uniform yet?” asked Annika.
Laurel nodded. “There used to be another girl in my size,” she said. “They gave me hers.”
“Well, don’t leave us in suspense,” said Annika. “Go and put it on!”
Laurel went to the bedroom and changed into her new cheerleading outfit. It made her blush. The pleated skirt was *very* short, and she was worried people could see the bottom of her panties even when she was standing upright. And the top hugged her tits in a very flattering way, while leaving her midriff bare.
She emerged from her room and showed her father and stepmother.
“That’s perfect,” said Annika. “You look so good. Stephen, don’t you think Laurel looks very fuckable in that outfit?”
“Yes,” said Stephen. “You look very fuckable, Laurel.”
His face was flushed, and Laurel realised with disgust that Annika was stroking his cock beneath the table as he stared at his daughter.
“Why don’t you give her the present, Stephen?” urged Annika.
Stephen cleared this throat. He turned his chair slightly – not enough that Annika couldn’t keep stroking his cock – and opened a kitchen cabinet, from which he withdrew a thin black box.
“This is for you, Laurel,” he said. “Your mother thought it would be appropriate to buy you something to celebrate your success if you made it onto the team.”
Laurel sat at the table opposite her father. She was intrigued. What could it be? It was too small to be a pair of shoes, and too nice to be something related to skateboarding. Maybe a fancy box to contain car keys? Could her father have possibly bought her a car?
She nervously opened the box – and felt a sick feeling as she saw the contents.
It was a dildo. A large thick black rubber dildo. And not even a normal one. This wasn’t shaped like a man’s penis. It was shaped like a dog’s dick.
“Aren’t you delighted, Laurel?” asked Annika. “Every girl should have her own dildo.”
“This is gross,” said Laurel in disgust. “This is obscene. Dad, I can’t believe you’d give me this as a present – your own daughter.”
Annika’s eyes narrowed. She must have clenched her fist involuntarily, because Stephen winced.
“You ungrateful little slut,” she said. “How dare you speak to your father like that? Apologise to him right now. Tell him you’re sorry for being a spoiled little cunt.”
She stared at Annika, and then looked back at the dildo, and then at her father.
“Apologise,” said Stephen, “or you’ll get another spanking, young lady.”
Laurel pictured having her skirt and panties removed, being pulled over her father’s lap, having her bare ass and pussy spanked while she felt her father’s hard cock poking against her pussy. She couldn’t bear it. It would be so humiliating.
Her cunt throbbed with sudden wetness.
“I’m sorry,” she said, in a small voice. “I’m sorry for… being a spoiled little cunt.”
“You’re forgiven,” said her father. “I love you, sweetie.”
“Now try it out,” said Annika, “so your father can see how much you love it.”
“Here?” asked Laurel, her voice rising to a shrill pitch. “In front of my father?”
“He won’t be able to see,” Annika said. “Do it under the table. Just put it inside you and push it in and out a few times. He just wants to see the expression on your face, so he knows you’re enjoying your present.”
“It’s… wrong,” said Laurel. “Parents don’t do this…”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Laurel,” said Annika. “He’s seen it all before. There’s nothing wrong with fathers having frank conversations about sexuality with their daughters. It’s healthy. Particularly seeing as your birth mother isn’t around to do these things. Just put the dildo inside you for your father.”
A cruel look spread across Annika’s face. “Or if you don’t appreciate the things your father buys you, we can take them back. Your skateboarding gear, for example. Your clothes, maybe. Those panties are a privilege, not a right, until you’re making enough money to afford your own. I don’t see any good reason why you need to wear clothes around the house, do you?”
Annika made a noise of distress and shame, and snatched the gross dildo from the box. She moved it under the table, and with her other hand she pulled her skirt up to her waist, and then pulled the crotch of her panties aside.
Was she really doing this? Was she really going to push a dog-shaped dildo into her cunt while making eye contact with her own father?
She was. She felt the tip of it against her cunt lips. She was lucky she was already wet. She didn’t need further lubrication. She pushed harder and she felt it slip inside her.
It was thick – much thicker than any real human dick. It made her feel uncomfortably full, and a little stretched – but it felt good, too. She pushed more of it inside her, and gasped slightly.
Her father’s eyes were fixed on her face. His own face was flushed, and he was breathing heavily.
“Why don’t you tell your father about cheerleading?” asked Annika. “And I’ll just take care of a little problem for him.”
And with that, Annika crawled beneath the table.
Laurel almost yanked the dildo out of her cunt. Annika would be able to *see* it, from beneath the table – see Laurel pushing the lewd object into her fuckhole.
But Annika wasn’t focused on that, Laurel knew. She didn’t need to be told in order to know what Annika was doing. Annika was sucking Laurel’s father’s cock.
Stephen was getting a blowjob as he stared at his daughter in her new cheerleading outfit, and watched Laurel’s reactions to fucking her pussy with a dog dildo.
She pulled the dildo out a little, and then pushed it back in. It made her gasp with pleasure.
Talk about cheerleading? What could she say? That she had shown Coach Storm her tits and jerked him off and agreed that she didn’t deserve to be on the team and she was only being allowed to join because she was fuckable?
“The team actually has… a lot of positive values,” she said, as she fucked her pussy with the dildo. “There’s an emphasis on… getting along with people. And being positive…”
“Oh, yes?” said her father. “How do they expect you to do that?”
“Well,” said Laurel, “the coach says that… all attention is a compliment.”
“Go on,” said her father.
“So, like, if someone looks at me,” said Laurel, “or says that I look sexy, I should say thank you.”
“You *are* very sexy,” her father said. He was half slumped in his chair, to give Annika better access to his dick, and he was breathing heavily, but his eyes were still fixed on Laurel. Or, more specifically, on Laurel’s tits.
“Thank you, daddy,” said Laurel, blushing. “But they’re weird too. Like, the Coach says even if someone… gropes me, or even if they…” – she didn’t want to say “rape” – “even if they force me to do things, that I should say thank you because it’s a compliment.”
Maybe she expected her father to be outraged at this. If so, her hopes were in vain.
“That’s a good policy,” said her father. “The Coach is right to say that. You’re very pretty and if people stare at you or… or grope you, it’s not really their fault. They can’t help it, when you… you look and act the way you do.”
Had her father really just said that Laurel deserved to be raped because of the way she looked? She swallowed, and tried to blink away tears in the corners of her eyes, and she fucked herself harder with the dildo, which felt good.
“And I’m supposed to be the kind of girl men want,” she said.
“Yes, that’s your mother’s belief too,” said Stephen.
“Like, dress how they want and… act like they want,” said Laurel. “And do what they want.”
“Is that how you’re going to behave in future?” asked Stephen.
“Well, you said I have to be on the cheerleading team or else you’ll make me get fake tits,” said Laurel. “And Coach Storm says this is how cheerleaders have to act, so…”
Her father stared at her, and swallowed nervously. Then, in an awkward, uncertain voice, he said, “Laurel, I’d like to see your breasts.”
She stared at him in disbelief.
“They’re very pretty,” he said. “You should show them off more. You should show them to me.”
She didn’t want to. Not to anyone, let alone her father. It had felt gross and slutty showing to Coach Storm.
And yet, this was a test. Was it her father’s idea, or something Annika had put in his head? Laurel hoped it was the latter. But either way, she knew if she didn’t obey, there would be hell to pay. Maybe Annika would see her punished here in the house – surely something sexual involving her father. Or maybe Annika would just have her kicked off the cheerleaders, and then force her to get the boobjob.
She had no choice.
She could feel the tears now as she used her free hand to pull up her cheerleading top and expose her breasts to her father, even as she fucked her cunt with the dog dildo with the other hand.
“Good girl,” whispered her father. He stared at her tits with intensity – and then he gave a moan, and started to buck in his chair.
He was cumming. He was cumming into Annika’s mouth as he stared at his daughter’s tits. Laurel’s breasts had made her father cum.
And with that realisation, suddenly Laurel was cumming herself, cumming from fucking herself in front of her father with a dildo shaped like a dog’s dick.
The intense shame and humiliation of it just made her cum harder.
Afterwards, she just sat there, panting, the dildo embedded in her twat, trying to process what had just happened.
Annika crawled out from under the table. She stood, and walked over to Laurel, and then bent down. She grabbed a handful of Laurel’s hair in one hand, and then she leaned in and kissed Laurel on the lips.
Laurel tried to pull away just at the notion of kissing Annika, but Annika had a firm grip on her hair. But then she realised what was really happening, and she went wild.
Annika’s mouth was full of Stephen’s cum – and when she kissed Laurel, she used her tongue to push the cum into Laurel’s mouth.
Laurel was tasting her own father’s cum.
She tried to jump out of the chair and pull away, not caring if she ripped her hair, but Annika had a good grip right at the root of Laurel’s hair, and she was stronger than she looked. She kept kissing, not caring what the rest of Laurel’s body was doing, keeping her lips locked against Laurel’s. And when all the cum was in Laurel’s mouth, she used her free hand to pinch Laurel’s nose shut.
Laurel had no choice. She swallowed her father’s semen.
“Good girl,” said Annika. “You earned that. I was just a masturbatory tool for him. It was your tits, and your masturbation, that made your daddy cum. That’s what a good girl does – pleases her father. Pleases men. Now you have two tasks. Do you know what they are?”
“Get away from me,” shrieked Laurel. “You’re a slut. You’re a monster.”
Annika sighed, and casually slapped Laurel. Laurel shrieked again.
“I could do this all day, Laurel,” she said. “Or we could move straight to giving you a boobjob. Or kicking you out on the street. What’s it going to be? Do you know what your two tasks are?”
“No,” said Laurel sullenly.
“Task one is to go over to your father and kiss him on the lips and thank him for his cum,” said Annika.
“Fuck you,” said Laurel.
Annika slapped her again.
“Don’t disrespect your mother, Laurel,” said Stephen from his chair, where he appeared to be tucking his cock back into his pants.
“And task two,” said Annika, “is to suck your dildo clean. I find it’s best to use it like a lollipop for about an hour or so, and then run it under cold water before putting it away.”
“Please,” said Laurel. “Why are you doing this to me? It’s so gross.”
“It’s not gross,” said Annika. “It’s what I would do in your position. I’m just trying to train you to be a better woman. You’re already so much better than the disgusting skater-trash you were when I met you. Now do these things for your daddy, and the rest of the evening is yours.”
Laurel seriously thought about punching Annika and running. And a month ago she might have done that.
But a month ago her plan would have been to stay with her skater friends. Now, however, all her friends had seen her tits. And they’d all made it plain that they wanted to fuck her – or even rape her. She had no illusions as to what might happen if she asked to stay the night at the house of Gavin, or Victor, or worst of all Hunter.
She was trapped.
And so she did the only thing she could do.
She walked over to her father, and kissed him on the lips, the way she would kiss a boyfriend. And she tried to pretend it was normal that he pushed his tongue into her mouth as he kissed her back.
And when it was done, she said, “Thank you for your sperm, daddy.”
Her father replied. “That’s all right, sweetie. You looked very pretty when you were kissing your mother and swallowing it.”
And then all that was left was for her to suck her cunt juices off her new dog-shaped dildo.
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