The second Andy Fowler spotted his fifteen year old daughter sitting on the couch, he knew that she was hiding something. In most ways Stacy was a model daughter, with good grades and good morals, but if she had one fatal flaw it was an insatiable tendency to snoop. One more than one occasion she had gotten into trouble by sticking her adorable little button nose where it didn't belong. This was clearly one of those occasions.



"What did you do?" he asked her, perhaps a bit more briskly than he had intended.



"It was an accident, Daddy…." She started to explain.



Andy sighed.



"WHAT DID YOU DO?" he bellowed.



Stacy didn't answer in words. Instead, she pulled her hands out from under her blouse where she had been concealing them.

Andy frowned. Because attached to each of her daughter's wrists was a cold steel handcuff. Looking more closely, he realized that he recognized them.



"Where did you get those?" he asked her, even though he knew the answer. He was testing her, trying to see if she would try to lie her way out of punishment. Fortunately, she told the truth.



"I found them in Mom's nightstand," she admitted.



"What were you doing in Mom's nightstand?" he asked.



"Looking for a pen?" she said unconvincingly. Then, realizing that her father wasn't buying it, she changed her answer. "I was snooping. I found them, and I started playing with them, and…. Well…. One thing led to another."



"Stacy, you've been warned about that," he said. "Over and over again. What are we going to do about this?"



"Find the key, I hope?" she winked. Her little joke didn't quite draw the reaction from her father that she had hoped. Clearly he was pissed. She knew that some form of punishment was in order. She just didn't know what form it would take.



Her father had an idea, though.



Taking her by the arm, he pulled her off the couch and dragged her toward the master bedroom. Once inside he went to his nightstand and got the key. Stacy was relieved when her father unlocked one of her wrists, but what he did next shocked her. Instead of freeing her, he went behind her back and fastened the cuff so that her hands were now securely locked behind her back.



"Daddy, what are you doing?" she gasped.



"What I should have done a long time ago," he said coldly. "Teaching you a lesson."



Stacy fought back a scream as her father reached beneath her short skirt and jerked her panties down to her knees.



"Stop it, Daddy," she begged. "You can't…."



Then she ran out of words as he lifted her shirt and planted his face between her vulnerable exposed cheeks.



Stacy started to cry.



"Daddy, this is wrong," she protested, but stopped when she felt his invading tongue lick down the length of her butt crack.



"Daddy," she gasped.



"Feels good, doesn't it?" he asked. "You like that."



"Yes," she confessed. As the single word escaped her lips, she wished with all her heart that she could pull it back. But it was far too late. Instead, she could only squirm helplessly as her suddenly lust-demented father ate her ass.



And if his unnatural attention to her anus wasn't bad enough, what he did next frightened her even more. Without breaking off his assault on her rear, he took his hand and slipped it between her legs.



"NO!" she shouted.



"No?" Andy sneered. "You don't get to say no, you little tramp."



"Anything but that, Daddy," she begged. "You don't understand. I'm still a virgin."



"And that's supposed to deter me?" Andy chuckled. "Pumpkin, that only makes me harder. I can't wait to take your cherry. I've been planning this since the moment you were born. Thank you for giving me a reason.



Stacy felt her resistance fade. She resigned herself to the inevitable. Still, as she heard the magnified sound of his zipper being lowered, she had one final act of defiance.



"I hate you," she said.



"That's not what your body says," Andy countered. "It's soaking wet. I know what your true feelings are."



Stacy cursed herself, because she knew that on some strange level he was right. Somehow he knew her better than she knew herself.



She bit down on her lip when she felt the massive crown of her father's cock brush against the forbidden entrance of her virgin pussy. She didn't want to scream. She didn't want to give her father the satisfaction. But when her father ruthlessly shoved himself inside her, she just couldn't help it.



"Owwwwwwww," she screamed. Then, "Ahhhhhhh……"



The next ten minutes were devoted to soft moans and heavy breathing as her father fucked her. Stacy couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. Her father was like some kind of sex machine, giving her pleasure like she had never imagined. As she approached yet another orgasm, she found it hard to believe she had almost stopped him. Lucky for her that father knew best.

Andy reached out and pulled her head back by the hair.



"You like this, don't you, bitch?" he asked savagely.



"Yes, Daddy," she moaned. "I love it. I love your big cock."



"I knew it," he grinned. "Now get ready. Daddy's going to come…."



"Pull out, Daddy," Stacy suggested. "Come all over my face….."



It sounded like a good idea to Andy. He did as she said, an then – still stroking his throbbing erection – walked around the bed until his shaft was just inches from her pretty face.



Stacy had never gone this far before, but she knew from a couple of movies she had secretly watched on the internet just what was expected from her. Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth as wide as she could. Seconds later her father sprayed his thick hot load all over her. Stacy gasped at the sheer quantity of it, but she did her best to swallow as much of it as she could.



"Was that okay, Daddy?" she asked. "Daddy?"



Stacy was confused when her father didn't answer. She carefully opened her eyes. At first she didn't see him. But then he reappeared in from of her holding a digital camera. She was momentarily blinded by a bright flash.



"DADDY!" she exclaimed.



"I'm going to call that one 'Stacy's First Facial'," he announced. He then proceeded to take pictures of her from every angle. Only after that did he uncuff her. Finally free, Stacy collapsed on the bed.



"Daddy?" she said softly.



"Yes, pumpkin?" Andy responded.



"I don't hate you," she said.



"I know pumpkin," he smiled. "You love me. And I love you. But now we can love each other in a new way."



There was a brief pause as Stacy absorbed this new information. And then….



"Daddy?" she asked.



"Yes, pumpkin," he said.



"Do you think I'm old enough to have my own pair of handcuffs?"



Andy could only laugh as he realized just what a monster he had created.