All These Roadworks note: The following text is the beginning of “Daddy’s Free Use Slut” by Hazel Grace, which is one of six erotic incest novellas collected in the e-book Serving Daddy (link), available now in the All These Roadworks store. If you want to see how this story ends, be sure to pick up a copy – plus a copy of its companion volume, Thank You, Daddy! (link).
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Jack
“The fuck did you do with my shit?”
I don’t bother to dignify that with a reply. Instead, I raise an eloquent eyebrow at my unruly daughter.
“Good evening to you, too, Davina. I’m glad you made it home safely.”
She spits on the carpet, defiant and fuming. It’s an ill-mannered gesture which would have once incensed me, but nowadays? That’s the least offensive thing she’s done the whole week.
“Don’t bullshit me, daddy, I asked you a question. Where’s all my shit? My clothes, my laptop, my fucking bed?!”
I take a moment to look at her, to really take her in. Her long blonde hair is tangled and wild, falling messily about her pretty face. Her eyes are bloodshot and unfocused, so she’s either drunk, or high, or both. Her leather skirt is so short I can almost see her cunt and her generous tits are practically popping out of her too small top.
She looks like a whore.
“I threw it all away.”
“You what?!”
She’s screeching, pacing around the minimalist space of my home office, as if she has the tiniest right to be offended.
“Your things,” I repeat, the picture of calmness and collectedness, “I threw them out. I’m the one who paid for them, so it was my decision what to do with every last one. I didn’t think you’d mind.”
“Why the fuck would you do that?!”
“Language, young lady,” I reprimand her, my tone icy and disapproving.
She huffs. “Fuck off! Blow me! Kiss my ass, you jerk!”
I let out a long sigh.
I knew she wouldn’t be taking it well at all.
“I want my things back, right this minute. If you think I won’t call the cops on you for… for robbing me, then you have another thing coming, you old fart! I’ll sue you!”
I set aside the newspaper I’ve been busying myself with, worried sick that this was going to be the night those cops would beat on my door to tell me someone had finally raped and murdered my once sweet girl, and I look right into her eyes. I want her to understand just how serious and fucking done I am with her rebellious phase. I want to live to enjoy my retirement, not die of a broken heart.
“Davina, darling, I vividly remember telling you that if you continued to act like a slut, you will be treated like one, and I don’t just mean by whoever’s been groping you tonight. I’m a respected member of the society, a hardworking entrepreneur, a family man. I can afford to have a nice home and put nice things in it. You and the rest of the world’s worthless cunts belong out there, on a street corner, selling yourselves for $5 a blowjob. I’ve done all I could, but you just keep spitting in the face of my kindness. It’s over. I wish you luck.”
“Are you… are you seriously kicking me out?”
She looks genuinely stunned.
Good.
Perhaps this will finally sink in.
“I’ve already asked the butler to prepare the car. Archibald should be here in 10 minutes. You have exactly that long to say goodbye to your dog and get the fuck out of my house.”
“You’re keeping Skippy?!”
“Yes, of course, I am. He’s a good boy, he obeys me. Unlike you.”
“So, let me get this straight, you’re kicking your own daughter out, but not the dog?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
“Nothing is wrong with me, Davina, while everything is wrong with you.”
“That’s not fucking fair!”
“You’ll find the world rarely is.”
I get up from my desk and move past her, making my way towards the stairs. I do not want to be weak anymore, to give into her crying, to give her another chance, because she’ll just walk all over me, like so many times before.
“Wait! No, daddy, please!”
She grabs a hold of my sleeve, and when that doesn’t make me stop, she wraps her arms around my waist and buries her face into my back.
It’s taking me every ounce of my willpower not to soothe her. She’s a manipulative little monster, but she’s my monster. I’ll always love my daughter, no matter how badly she disappoints me, but I know this toxic mess cannot continue. She’ll never learn if I keep humoring her, if I don’t show her that her actions do have consequences.
“Please don’t kick me out, daddy. Please, please, please, I’ll be a good girl, I promise. I’ll listen, I’ll obey, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t kick me out.”
“No.”
“I’ll fucking suck your cock! Okay? I’ll suck you good, let you cum in my mouth.”
“You… what?”
Just when I thought nothing she could say or do would surprise me anymore… she throws this at me.
I turn around and look down at my daughter.
“What? I’ve seen the way men look at me. You’re a man too, I can give you what you want.”
“Darling, you have no idea what you’re saying. I’m your father.”
“So what? Your cock’s no different,” she says.
She gives me no time to protest any further before she’s pulled down my zipper and taken my limp dick out. She wraps her fingers around the shaft, gives me a few short pumps, but it doesn’t respond, much to her dismay.
“Why’s it not getting hard?”
I let out an exasperated sigh, trying to get her off me before things get even more out of hand.
“Because, darling, unlike men who frequent street corners and nightclubs, I’m a normal person. I have zero desire to fuck my own daughter.”
“Sure you don’t.”
Her voice is dripping with sarcasm and I can see the exact moment she’s decided to take my words like some sort of a personal challenge. Her mouth is on me in less than a second, licking and sucking on the flaccid length, while she keeps jerking the part her lips can’t reach.
I want to push her away, but I’m too stunned.
What sort of woman have I been raising?
Her tongue flicking against the head of my cock feels good and I’m starting to grow hard, even if the rest of me is still appalled. I haven’t had sex in way too long and she’s shockingly adept at giving me oral. I want to make the right decision, but every thought in my head has come to a screeching halt and all I can focus my senses on is the feel of her, on me.
“See? Told you you’re a perv,” she whispers as her mouth slips off my cock and she focuses on the underside, where the sensitive veins are pulsing.
“Davina, don’t do this.”
“Shhh. Pretend I’m a stranger and enjoy it. I know you want to.”
She takes my shaking hands and wraps them around the back of her head, and even though I know I am going to later on hate myself for it, I push her down on my cock until she starts choking. The way her throat contracts and spasms around my rod as she struggles to swallow me whole is divine.
“You’re a whore.”
My voice is hoarse and thick with arousal, and Davina responds to it beautifully. She moans and sucks on my dick like a pro, the sound of her wet mouth sliding up and down my length loud in the quiet hallway.
She pulls back a little and takes her tiny top off. She’s not wearing a bra and her tits are perky and firm. I can’t help but reach down and take one in my hand, squeezing the soft flesh and feeling her nipple pebble up against my palm.
She looks up at me, her face flushed, her mouth shiny with her spit and my pre-cum.
“Yeah, but am I a good whore, daddy?”
While my rational mind knows this is all wrong, every other part of me wants more. I grab her roughly by the hair, making her yelp, and shove her back on my cock, fucking her face hard and deep. She’s drooling all over the place, moaning around the length in her mouth, her hands clutching at my thighs as I make her take every inch, the tip of my dick slamming against the back of her throat with every thrust.
“Fuck yeah, you’re a good whore, Davina.”
My slut daughter is clearly enjoying this, because I can see she’s reached her hand down the front of her skirt and started fingering her pussy. The smell of her arousal is filling the air, making my mouth water and my balls ache with the need to unload themselves inside her.
I can’t stop, no matter how much I want to, so instead I focus on her, on the way her tongue is swirling around my cock, the way her throat is massaging me, the way her tits are bouncing every time I thrust in, the way her hand is working between her legs.
She moans louder, her hips moving faster, as her pleasure climbs. She’s so lost in the act of self-gratification that she’s no longer paying attention to her task.
“Focus on the cock in your mouth, slut.”
My harsh words make her jump, her eyes going wide, and a blush stains her cheeks.
“Sorry, daddy. It’s just… my pussy is really wet.”
“Don’t care. Suck me.”
“Yes, daddy,” she whimpers, her eyes dropping back to the throbbing dick in her face.
I grab a handful of her hair and start face-fucking her again, my fingers tightening on her scalp every time her teeth brush against my skin, a fair warning.
The sight of her on her knees, her lips wrapped around me, tears and drool and mascara running down her face, her eyes unfocused and glassy, her hair a tangled mess… is enough to bring me closer to the edge.
I know I’ll have to stop soon, or else I’ll cum down her throat.
I know it and yet…
I just can’t make myself.
It’s so wrong, and yet, it’s also so good.
I’m close, the telltale signs of an approaching orgasm taking over my body, and I’m still pumping in and out of her warm mouth.
“You want daddy’s cum?”
She doesn’t speak, she just moans and nods, her eyes never leaving mine, the sight of her flushed face making my dick even harder. I can’t wait any longer, no matter how bad I want to prolong this pleasure.
“Then here it comes, you filthy whore!”
I thrust in deep, my hands holding her head steady, and I shoot my load into her hungry mouth. I’m groaning and gasping, and Davina is swallowing my cum with a greedy sound, her tongue lapping up every last drop.
When the pleasure subsides, I finally have the strength to push her off me.
I look down at my daughter, panting, spent, and disgusted with myself.
“There, you’ve gotten your way. I hope you’re happy.”
“I am, daddy.” She wipes her mouth and gets up. “How about a deal? You’re free to use me whenever you want and I get to stay. It’s only fair, right?”
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All These Roadworks note: That’s not the end! But if you want to see what happens next, you’ll need to grab a copy of Serving Daddy (link), available now in the All These Roadworks store – and if you want even more, be sure to buy the companion volume, Thank You, Daddy! (link).
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