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The Stress Relief of a Father

For DeshinoKage

By Draconicon

To return home was a blessing for the panther teacher, though he would never admit it to his students. They regularly believed that he had a difficult home-life, and he allowed them to think that. Mostly because it meant that they believed that they were a bigger blessing for him than they actually were. Malcolm encouraged that; he felt that the students did better when they thought that their good work meant more to him in the grand scheme of things.

It was a lie, of course. He loved being at home. It was, after all, where family was...and with family, was pleasure.

The black-furred feline stood at his car door, pulling his phone from his pocket. A couple of practiced taps across the screen sent a call to the phone inside. He heard the soft scuffle of footsteps indoors, chuckling under his breath as he pulled his shirt collar loose, shutting the car door and making his way to the house. He walked with exaggerated slowness, taking his time, waiting for the footsteps to stop before finally resting his hand on the doorknob.

"I'm home, dear."

"Welcome home, Daddy, Sir."

The soft voice of his daughter flowed through the air like water through a long-carved riverbed, smooth and without disturbance. He stepped inside to find his little girl waiting on her knees, her legs spread just enough to show her pussy, her collar on and nothing but the long, red leash she wore to obscure her from his view.

"I missed you, Daddy, Sir," Nikki said, bobbing her head with a smile.

"And I missed you too, dear."

The panther leaned down, kissing her on the forehead before gently taking the leash in hand. She fell on all fours, following him like the good girl she was from the entryway to the living room, and beyond.

"Did you have a good day, dear?" he asked.

"Very, Daddy, Sir. I did all my chores."

"Good girl."

"Oh, and I got myself nice and stretched for you, Daddy, Sir."

"Oh, did you?"

"Ooooh, yes."

She pulled ahead of him slightly as they reached the dining room, where his dinner was already laid out. Quite the good girl, indeed, particularly as she pulled forward to show that she had a small plug in each of her holes. He chuckled, patting her rump as he would have her head, and sat down at the table.

It was a lovely spread. A soft steak, a few greens, some roasted carrots -

Zzzzzip.

And the feeling of a warm mouth under the table all greeted him at once, and he sighed to himself as he felt the tip of his shaft being fished from his pants. She really was eager to make sure that he had a good evening, just as he had trained her.

As he cut the meat, she swallowed hers. Soft lips, the soft curve and tips of her fangs, and the warmth of her throat all combined to be as exquisite a part of the meal as the food itself. Malcolm took his time to enjoy it all, every aspect of it, before he realized that there was something missing. The panther chuckled.

"Little one."

"Mmm?" she hummed around his cock.

"I don't hear you stretching."

"..."

"Keep up your exercises, dear."

She groaned around his cock, but the usual rustling about came to a sudden stop with the soft sound of the first schlick that came afterward. He smiled, knowing exactly what it meant, and went back to enjoying his meal.

From underneath the table came the usual soft grunts and groans of someone riding a toy, and Malcolm briefly wondered which one his little Nikki was riding. Something that was bigger, like the new Thor she'd recently gotten from a friend? Or perhaps she was trying something smaller, more like that knotted Dobie that she had long since held as a favorite? There were many options, and each one was as lewd as the next, as potent and powerful for her pleasure as the one before.

Of course, none of them matched what he did for her, and they both knew it. It was merely meant as a warm-up, a way for her to keep in practice for the real thing. She groaned around his cock as she kept bouncing her hips, sliding them down as she worked her head back, and then sliding off the fake cock as she bobbed her head down towards the base of his shaft. His daughter was more than loud; she was eager, vocal, and made sure that he knew how much she appreciated his taste, his scent, his touch.

It made eating more than a little difficult sometimes, but today, it was just soothing, a happy, warm moment between father and daughter.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

She groaned from time to time under the table, obviously trying to get more of a reaction out of him. The young female feline knew that she wasn't allowed to use her hands to tease him during dinner, but she did put every other trick she knew to work. She put her tongue to work lifting his shaft so that the head pressed against the roof of her mouth, and regularly swallowed hard when she guided him back into her throat. She took the time to really fan her tail to swirl her scent through the air, and moaned in appreciation to make sure that she showed true appreciation for the gift of his manhood.

It was just as she had been trained to do, and she did it well.

"Mmm..." He swallowed the last bite of his steak, putting his knife and fork down with a delicate finish that was only slightly betrayed by a gentle shake of his hands at the end of it. He stilled his fingers, then slowly pulled back. His kitten sucked hard on the head of his cock before it popped free of her mouth, and he looked down at her with an indulgent smile.

"Dear one. So hungry?"

"Mmmph...Always, Daddy, Sir."

"Well, let me give you what you really want."

"Mmmmph..."

She was a little dizzy, as she always was after having his shaft. He leaned back, all eight inches on display as he took her leash once more. A little tug guided her out from under the table, and she had a moment to stand beside him. She ran her hands down her sides, surreptitiously showing off her curves, letting him see every little sway in her body. Large breasts with high nipples, both tipped with piercings that were little more than bars for the day. Quite obviously, she had decided against adding weights, wishing to give him the choice of what she 'suffered' from rather than picking her own indulgences. He smiled, running his hand up to her chest, flicking one and drawing a gasp from her.

"Bend over."

It was a soft phrase, but more than enough to get her bent over the table, her head just barely missing the plate. He stood behind her, pressing his cock between her cheeks, rubbing it up against the base of her tail, and then back down through the soft, almost jiggly gap between the cheeks. She shivered all the way down in anticipation, as well she should. He had trained her to show her pleasure for him at all times, never hiding it, never daring to be anything less than utterly shameless in her need.

She was dripping, he was happy to see. He rubbed his shaft between her thighs, his hands resting on her wide hips. She wiggled them, but it was the only reaction that she offered aside from the quietest of moans.

He still punished her. One spank, true, but sharp and quick, enough to draw a gasp from her lips...and a thanks.

"Thank you, Daddy, Sir."

"Remember...be eager, but hold position."

"Yes, Daddy, Sir. Sorry, Daddy, Sir."

"Good girl."

He smiled, leaning over her, kissing the back of her neck. In the same, slow motion, he slid himself inside, her inner walls parting before the head of his cock as they had done a hundred times before. He let out a soft sigh of satisfaction, her saliva a suitable lube, but her juices far better as she clenched around him. Her fingers turned to claws against the table, her breath coming faster as he filled her, but she did not take another move to hurry it along. She had learned.

He stroked her neck before pulling himself upright again, sinking his remaining inches into her depths and savoring every last bit of her. She was beautiful, his daughter was, with curves any man would kill to possess. When the time came for her to find someone outside the family, he was sure that the lucky dom would be more than thankful for all her training. Until then, Malcolm planned to enjoy every minute he could get with his beautiful girl.

"Daddy...Sir..."

"Yes, dear?"

"You're going to take me hard, right?"

"Of course, dear."

"Thank you, Daddy...I've been good...but tonight..."

"I know, dear. I'll treat you like the dirty, naughty girl you want to be."

The shiver that ran down her spine went right along his cock, too, her inner walls clenching around him hard. His little girl would never quite stop wanting that, he knew. She was too much of a little imp inside to completely give in to that desperate obedience that some subs did. But that was one more reason to love her. He ran his hands up her hips, getting a good grip just where the curve of her ass and upper thighs turned into her hips and waist, and then set about rutting her properly.

It was time to see just how well she had taken to her training, and just how long it would take her to cum. He gave her five minutes; she would impress him if she lasted ten, and she'd get a reward if she lasted fifteen.

The End

Summary: A father and daughter have some time together, very much on the dom-sub side of things.

Tags: M/F, Incest, Father/Daughter, Panther, Dom/Sub, Master/Slave, Oral, Blowjob, Under the Table, Toys, Dildo, Vaginal, Plug, Nudity, Leash, Collar,