Daughter Training Ch. 01

It was a sunny day with just a few clouds in the sky and Tim was driving home with a growing lump in his pants. His wife had been out of the picture for a long time now, but he had a good life raising his only child, Isabelle. As the years went by he enjoyed watching her grow up more and more. For a father and daughter, they had been unusually close; even when she reached her teen years, she didn't push him away, instead always listening to her daddy and taking his advice. They had wanted to move from their old house for a while as it was filled with old memories, some of which weren't very pleasant. It was never explicitly said out loud but they both wanted a place that was only theirs. However, it was difficult to leave their old town, as Isabelle didn't want to lose contact with her good friends, most of which just so happened to be girls who had also spent many years without a mother.

While looking for a new place, Tim always kept an eye out for an opening in a nearby gated community named "Fertile Valley." It looked wonderful and was in a prime location, but it seemed like nobody ever sold a house there. Families who lived there stayed there. A couple of his work buddies lived there with their daughters but he hadn't thought much about that coincidence until he had gotten an invitation to come for an open house visit. His friends had recommended him to the seller as a prospective buyer, which seemed very odd, and both Tim and Isabelle were required to attend at the proper time or else the offer would default to somebody else, which also seemed strange. The day ended up feeling like a long interview. Both father and daughter were asked many questions, some strange and others oddly personal.

However, when they were done with the questions, the selling agent was extremely welcoming, practically tripping over herself to convince the two of them to move in. Even the price was haggled down a little too easily, which aroused suspicion in Tim but when the house inspector's report came back all clear, the choice was a no-brainer: this father and daughter were moving to their new home!

Today was going to be a good day. Every day was good ever since his daughter's 18th birthday which was just last week, and things looked like they would only improve from here. The car lurched up to the community entrance and Tim waved to Hank the security guard who was sitting in his booth. Hank waved back and pressed the button to allow entrance, but was unusually quiet. He usually had something friendly to say or a comment on a game from a sport that Tim didn't even file follow but right now, he simply stayed silent as he leaned back, and his face looked somewhat strained. After a few seconds, the top of a head covered in long, brown hair with a beret clipped on appeared and then sank back down onto Hank's lap.

"Happy birthday, Krystle!" Tim yelled out to the girl in the booth with her father.

"Thmmph, ymmph, slurp!"

"I think she said 'thank you'," Hank puffed out. Looking down at her he said, "Oh God that's good, better than your mother ever was." Hank turned his head back to the car and mentioned, " It was yesterday but she doesn't seem to want to do anything else, even turned down having a party and convinced me to call her in as sick to her school, not that I'm complaining."

Tim's cock was really straining in his pants now. He needed to get home. "Well have fun, I'll see you later!"

Before the car got even 20 feet away, a loud groan bellowed out from the security station as a daughter greedily drank down daddycum.

Tim was anxious to get home and was going a little faster than the speed limit. He couldn't help but do a double-take at the dark-haired girl washing her dad's car in a sting bikini as the father sat back on the porch with a beer in his hand. It looked like something other than suds was dripping from her chin. That was Emily, one of her daughter's friends. She was a grade ahead and had already graduated high school, opting to go to the local college instead of breaking her father's heart, just like his Isabelle was planning on doing.

Tim continued to drive and as he approached his house he saw his neighbor Jim had recently gotten home and had walked in the door to the greetings of his daughter Kristen, who was on her knees in front of him. Tim chuckled as he thought about recommending his neighbor install a rail that he can hold onto when he walks into the door.

Moving to Fertile Valley was the best decision in Tim's life.

After driving into the garage, walking in the door and throwing his jacket aside, Tim yelled up the stairs, "Isabelle, it's time for practice!"

The fact that he even had to say that was disconcerting. She should have been ready. She could hear the garage door and knew her daddy would be home around this time, so she should already be on her knees and waiting.

"Just a sec, dad!" Isabelle replied, "I'm talking to Katie on the phone!"

This was unacceptable.

"Now honey, I'm home and you know what that means. It's time for practice. Get off the phone and come Escort downstairs. I shouldn't have to wait for you."

"I'm sorry, dad, but I'll be right down!"

Tim had looked forward to his daughter's practice all day. It was practically all he could think about. His cock was rock hard in anticipation, and if his cock kept leaking precum at its current rate, he'd die of dehydration. He was a very patient man but sometimes daughters require a strict hand to be raised right.

"Get off the phone and get down here NOW!"

"OK fine, geesh, I'm coming down!"

Tim sat down on the couch in the family room and let his legs hang wide open as he leaned back. There was an obvious bulge down his left pant leg. His eyes were closed for a moment as the sound of a teenager walking down the steps reached his ears.

"Now listen, young lady, when you have an appointment, you need to... WHAT ARE THOSE?"

Isabelle stood before him in the jeans she wore to school and rolled her eyes.

"They're just pants. I had them on for school and when I got home I got on the phone with Katie and forgot to change them."

"Listen here, you little slut, you know my rules and you DO NOT wear pants in this house! Get them off, NOW!"

Isabelle was taken aback by the booming voice of her father. She knew his house rules, as they were explained in great detail on her eighteenth birthday. She had agreed to follow them, even enthusiastically. She should know how to behave and there was no excuse for her disobedience.

Isabelle looked down, blushing, "I... I'm sorry Daddy, I'll take them off right away."

As she was taking them off, Daddy told her in a calm, but firm tone, "You need to remember how to act. There are certain rules to follow. You agreed to those rules. Good girls listen to their Daddies. Now you need to be punished. Get on my lap."

Isabelle bent over and laid down on her father's lap, and then Daddy grabbed the back of her panties and pulled them up so that they were drawn in, exposing her milky white cheeks.

"And what are these? You don't even put on the right panties for Daddy? These are not for wearing around the house! Where are your panties for Daddy?"

"I'm sorry Daddy..."

"What's gotten into you?"

A firm hand came down with a smack and hit one cheek which started to redden.

Daddy said in a stern voice, "Count to ten."

"Yes, Daddy... One."

*Smack*

Isabelle squeaked, "Two."

The fatherly voice continued, "You were late to your daily practice." *Smack*

"Three."

"You were wearing pants at home." *Smack*

"Four."

"You were wearing the wrong panties." *Smack*

"Eep, five."

"What next? Another cock?" *Smack*

"Six, no Daddy."

"A boy? Another man? You want another man's cock down your throat, is that it?" *Smack*

"Oh... seven... no Daddy, never!"

"I try to raise you right, and this is what I get. A slut who doesn't do what she's told." *Smack*

"Eight, I'm sorry Daddy, I'll do better, I swear!"

"Probably going to come home one day and see you wiping the cum from some jock off of your face." *Smack*

"Nine... no, Daddy I could never, I just want your cock, only yours!"

"Is that true? You wouldn't lie to Daddy, would you? You're my cumslut. You understand?" *Smack*

"Ten. No Daddy I'd never lie to you, I'm so sorry, I'll be a good girl. Please forgive me, yours is the only sperm I that will be inside me, I only want the cum that made me."

Tim softly grabbed his daughter's sensitive ass cheeks and gently rubbed them. "That's a good girl, that's what I want to hear. You make your father so proud."

Isabelle beamed with pride, feeling her father's hand express his gentle love. "Thank you, Daddy, I'll make this practice the best one yet."

Daddy took his fingers and felt around the folds of his daughter's pussy, rubbing through her panties. Just what he thought: wetness.

"Did my darling girl get turned on?" Tim brought his fingers to his mouth and tasted his favorite flavor.

Isabelle responded, "I just want to be a good whore for you, Daddy."

"You are practically gushing, and you taste wonderful today. You are Daddy's little whore, no other little cum guzzler could taste this good. Get on your knees."

Isabelle stood there in a halter top and panties, her long black hair cascading down her back. She definitely took more after her Asian mother than her Caucasian father. Nobody would know she was half-white until they were told, and even then, most didn't believe it. She didn't mind as it made it easier for them to have fun together in public. Her daddy was about a foot taller than her and she always felt so secure when he held her close to him in bed, on the couch, in a movie theater, or even when he held her hand as they walked through a mall.

Isabelle descended down onto her knees.

Daddy's voice softened, "Good girl. You know what to do."

Isabelle crawled in between her father's legs and reached her delicate hands Escort Bayan toward his crotch. She unfastened his belt and pants, then tugged at the hips as Daddy lifted his ass slightly to allow the pants to get pulled down. Tim's cock was straining against his boxers with the tip poking out through the left leg-hole. Isabelle's eyes were drawn to the reflective sheen spread around the cockhead that put her in her mother's womb.

There was so much precum! Isabelle saw it and her mouth watered as her pussy made more delicious daughter-juice.

"Again, I want to say I'm sorry Daddy, it's just that Katie's birthday is tomorrow, you remember her right? She's my blonde friend with the dad that has the same name as you. She was asking about when we..."

"Honey, stop and get to practicing. We can talk about your friend later. You're an adult now and you have responsibilities. Listen to Daddy and focus on what's important right now."

Tim took his daughter's hand and placed it on his cock, which she impulsively squeezed. Her pussy dripped.

"I'm sorry Daddy, I shouldn't be so selfish. Look at that thing, it's huge! So hard and so wet." Isabelle took her right index finger and touched the tip, drawing up a string of precum. She followed it up with her thumb and maneuvered her index finger so that a string of precum was suspended between them.

Tim groaned, "I'm just trying to raise you right, princess."

"Just look at all this, you must really need me to practice." Isabelle brought her fingers to her mouth and licked up the delicious snack, causing both family members to sigh deeply and slightly roll their eyes back in their heads.

"The thing is, Daddy, Katie is excited and nervous about tomorrow and she asked for my advice about mmph grrph hrrph..."

Isabelle was interrupted as her father grabbed the back of her and pushed it down to his cock as she was talking. She opened her mouth wide like a good girl and let him inside, interrupting her explanation.

"That's good, nice and deep."

*Gasp, slurp, mmmm...*

"Oh Daddy, I was just trying to say that Katie wanted me to tell her how I..." Isabelle's head was pushed down to her dad's cock again.

"Sweetie you need to stop talking now. Concentrate on what matters. Her father will take care of things."

Isabelle's pussy was practically gushing. One hand was grabbing onto her dad's thigh while the other was reached down to finger herself. This did not escape Daddy's attention. He pulled his daughter's face off of his cock and locked eyes with her. Her eyes were slightly teared up from the throat fucking, and her breath was heavy and gasping.

"What did I just tell you? Concentrate on what you're doing. How can you concentrate when you're getting yourself off? This is practice. Do it right. Do I do anything else when I'm eating you out?"

"No, Daddy."

"Do I give you my full attention and love to give you the best orgasm I can?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Do you love Daddy as much as Daddy loves you?"

Isabelle's cunt ached for attention as she said, "Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry Daddy. I'll be a good girl."

"That's what I want to hear. Remember, family juices shouldn't go to waste. If you gush all over the carpet or I jizz in a sock, that isn't fair to either of us." Tim pushed his daughter's face down onto his cock one more time, the tip of his cock pushing to the back of her throat. Isabelle's pussy leaked down her thighs as she grabbed onto her daddy's hips and her eyes looked up at her father.

*Gasp, pant* "Oh Daddy we almost did it that time, I think there's only an inch left to get down my throat." Isabelle looked like a goddess, a goddess with a slimy mess all over her face.

"Take off your top. Get naked for Daddy."

Isabelle took off the rest of her clothes as fast as she could and enthusiastically tried one more time to deepthroat the cock that she came from, making obscene gagging and choking noises she knew her daddy loved. She wanted a big load to savor and the best way to completely drain daddy's balls was to do what he wanted.

Isabelle's head bobbed up and down on her father's lap, making a big, sexy mess that was smearing all over her face. She took her mouth off the cock she lusted after and position above it, a thick string connecting the tip of that big cock to her mouth. She tilted her head back and spread the mixture of juices all over her throat and breasts.

"That's a good girl, just like I taught you," Tim croaked out as he was straining not to cum. His daughter was getting better every day but there was still room for improvement.

There was no hiding Tim's pride for his daughter, though. He was sure she was better than all of her friends, from the conversations that he had with the other fathers in the neighborhood. They all bragged about their daughter's as well, and he was sure they were exaggerating their daughters' skills. However, Tim didn't need to exaggerate one bit to be able to top all the other dads' stories.

The good daughter's face had streaked Bayan Escort makeup as her fists and mouth moved up and down together on his cock. Her tongue danced around his shaft in all the right ways. She was sure not to hurt him with her teeth, which she was getting better at because she could hold her mouth wide open longer and longer. She was also getting better and better at suppressing her gag reflex.

"No hands now, pumpkin."

Isabelle obediently took her hands off the family rod and continued to enthusiastically move her head up and down, yearning for the baby batter from Daddy's balls to shoot once, twice, and then again and again into her mouth. Every time it happened it pushed her further into her addiction for fatherly cock; she was definitely a cumslut for daddy.

Slurping and sucking noises filled the room as Isabelle's cheeks hollowed on each upstroke, her tongue massaging the shaft she came from not even 19 years ago. Worshiping it in this way was the least she could do, as it was what her daddy used to make her. Pleasing her daddy was her favorite thing in the world to do. She never wanted to make Daddy angry, it was just that she was still learning how to properly act now that she was of age. She was so happy to have a loving daddy who was patient and kind, helping her through life and giving her as much of his cock as he possibly could.

Tim was close, the sight of his own offspring's cute face with his cock stuffed in it was a sight to behold. "Look up at Daddy."

Isabelle looked up and locked eyes with her father as he grabbed her head with both hands and held it still as he humped up into her mouth. She was still expertly using her tongue and applying suction at the proper time. She hoped she made her daddy proud.

Suddenly Daddy yelled, "Oh I'm close, honey, get ready! You're so... mmm, you're so good! I'm so proud of you!"

Isabelle smiled as her father stopped humping up at her face and instead used his arms to move it up and down as if he was using her head to jerk off. The feeling of her own father doing all this just felt... right.

"OK sweetie, now finish it up yourself, no hands. Ahhh... mmm... and show it to me before swallowing. Ahh, oooh, mmm... you have to practice your impulse control."

Isabelle kept her eyes locked with her father and slightly nodded, saying with a mouthful of cock, "Ymphs Ddmmph."

"That's a good girl... here it comes, don't spill any... Aaaaahhh!"

With a loud groan Daddy unloaded spurt after spurt of paternal seed, and Isabelle tried her best to keep it all in her mouth but there was just so much! She hadn't had any other cocks but somehow she knew that her daddy made huge loads. It was so hard to keep it all in her mouth! A little spilled out of the side of her mouth, and she accidentally swallowed a spurt or two, but she had kept most of the delicious cream she had worked so hard for in her mouth, waiting for Daddy to let her know when she could swallow it all.

"Good girl, savor your reward."

Isabelle's tongue danced around her mouth, whipping around the potent baby batter that she could never get enough of. The sensations of such a taboo act only added to the pleasure she felt from making her father so happy, and her pussy was gushing her own delicious juice as it leaked from another place that her Daddy owned.

"Show it to me."

Isabelle opened her mouth, proudly displaying the white, frothy cum that only moments before was inside of her father.

"Good girl, now you can swallow."

Isabelle took a big gulp, her pussy pulsing as daddycum flowed down her throat. She needed to be touched, she was ready to go off, but she needed to wait for Daddy. She needed to be patient.

"Open wide, show me you got it all."

Her mouth opened again, proudly showing the bulk of daddy's seed was now in her stomach, helping give her the nutrients a good girl needs. She imagined a coating of sperm remaining in her mouth, helping satiate her cravings until Daddy was able to feed her again.

"Now remember, don't miss any."

Isabelle obediently used her index finger to get the cum that escaped her mouth and licked it all up. She was about to scoop up the drops of a mixture of cum and saliva when Tim said, "No, wait, the rest of it should be massaged into your skin. It's good for you."

"OK Daddy," Isabelle dutifully responded, and started to rub the slimy mixture around her breasts when Daddy took over.

"I'll do that. Switch places."

Tim got up and Isabelle sat down on the couch, as her father mauled her breasts and kissed her with his tongue dancing around hers. He made sure to add his own saliva to each of her breasts, making a trail down to her juicy snatch, overflowing with the daughter-juices that would make any father salivate. Every father has a right to the honey that flows from between his daughter's legs, whether he acknowledges it or not. Tim knew it, and he would never give it up to any man.

This Daddy feasted like a starving man, reaching far inside his daughter's delicate folds in search of as much ambrosia as he could find. Her clit was properly cared for, helping to make him drunk on his own daughter's taste. Now it was Daddy's turn to get his face messy as he couldn't help but cover his face in her cream.