My House, My Rules!
Featuring Lindsay Lohan
By The Pornographer
(MF, inc, reluc)
This FICTIONAL story contains graphic sexual situations, if you are easily offended STOP READING! Feel free to send any comments or suggestions
“Damn it Lindsay, you are not leaving the house dressed like that!”
I yelled at my rebellious 19-year-old daughter.
In recent times, Lindsay had become quite the popular celebrity as she had recently starred in a multitude of memorable films such as, Freaky Friday, Mean Girls, and Herbie Fully Loaded. Truth be told there was no real reason for me to snap at her in the way that I did since at 19 Lindsay had taken to dressing provocatively for years now. And to be honest, I had seen her prance around in far more risqué clothes.
But tonight’s ensemble just took the cake. It consisted of just a tight white and almost translucent thin singlet top, short cut off jeans, and high heeled shoes of all things. Looking at her it was quite obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra either, as her puffy nipples could clearly be seen protruding out from under the lacy top. All tits and legs, it was not something a Father wanted to see his teenage daughter running around in – celebrity or not!
Something about it just bothered me and finally pushed me over the edge. Maybe it was just a case of stress, or the fact that her selfish mother had finally moved out and started openly dating a much younger and more attractive man, which coincidently she had apparently met through Lindsay! Or maybe it was the fact that Lindsay had started to act like I didn’t exist, not speaking to me and completely ignoring me all together let alone asking me for any advice. I don’t know, but I had had enough and I was putting my foot down!
Grabbing her firmly by her arm she yelped and grudgingly hung up her cell phone while I forcefully pulled her back into the living room. With the rest of the family out for the weekend I had started to notice a lot of cracks developing in our relationship. I sensed she knew it too, but just didn’t care. Truth was we hardly even spend any time together let alone to chat or get to know each other, and for the most part were more like rivals or strangers than Father and Daughter.
My wife had been a miserable bitch, but to her credit she’d always kept the strong personalities of the family from colliding together. Like it or not I had just spent way too much time away from the family, and Lindsay was the one who was mostly affected by it. We were just too much alike – stubborn, and unforgiving. The small arguments, the general dark mood between us, probably made an explosive confrontation inevitable. One of the things my wife had always handled was now thrust upon me – Lindsay’s notorious social life.
It was only recently I had discovered that my Daughter liked to date, and from what I read in the tabloids it seemed she liked to do a lot more than just that – she apparently slept around, and slept around with a lot of different guys, even admitting to one journalist that she was “seeing” more than one guy at the same time.
I had no idea if any of it was actually true, but I couldn’t believe she was actually proud of it, encouraging even. And judging by her choice of friends (Paris Hilton and Tara Reid) I knew she was sassy, naïve, and attractive enough to get into a whole lot of trouble. Looking back I suppose I wasn’t exactly the best role model either, getting locked up a number of times over the years. But I always just expected she had learnt through my mistakes – I guess not.
I guess I’d also be lying if I said I had never thought about Lindsay’s incredible looks while on the inside. And now ever since I had arrived home I discovered my feelings for her had only increased especially after an incident a few days earlier where I “accidentally” walked in on her in the bathroom, catching her in the middle of a shower. I was more shocked at her reaction or lack there of than I was of seeing her partially wet and naked. It apparently didn’t even faze her in the least to have an older man just stand there leering at her teenage body while she was butt naked – I feared and suspected she was use to it.
After that episode I had soon come to the realization that there was more than just one kind of tension developing in the house. So maybe I was kidding myself about how shocked I initially was at the sight of her skimpy little outfit, and I was probably just too afraid to admit my true feelings. Well for whatever reason it happened, before I could think straight I was towering over her, bellowing and demanding she go back upstairs to change.
“From now on, no more going out dressed up like a cheap Hollywood slut!” I ordered.
“But nothing, it’s my house, my rules! So get your tight little ass back upstairs and change... and you can forget about meeting up with your skanky little friends! Fucking whores!!”
I half expected her to yell back, and braced for it, but I had absolutely no idea how to respond emotionally when Lindsay simply smiled seductively at me – as if seeing right through me.
I then realized what I had blurted out, “Tight little ass,”
I could feel myself starting to turn white.
Walking to the bottom of the stairs she then turned and smirked, “Are you mad because I look like a SLUT, or because unlike some, I’m actually getting laid?”
In the heat of the moment, I had a flash of revelation and it revved my anger up a thousand times over.
“You little bitch!” I barked, “Get your ass upstairs, NOW!”
Something in my voice and reaction was enough to scare her now, and startled, she pouted and climbed up the stairs towards her room. Then, reaching the top of the stairs she turned around one final time and began to yell:
“I hate you! I wish you stayed in prison! You can’t tell me what to do, you can’t tell me what to wear... who to go out with, or who I can fuck!! FUCK YOU, you impotent prick!!!”
With irresistible compulsion, I chased after her as Lindsay bolted for her bedroom. She could clearly hear my muscular bulk thundering up the stairs behind her as I heard her slam her bedroom door shut, and lock it.
“You little slut...” I shouted, as I reached the top of the stairs and began to undo my thick belt.
Her room was basically the same as it had been in high school, a little young for her even then – lots of pink, and lots of movie posters. I was so enraged at the time that without thinking I brutally kicked in her door, almost breaking it off its hinges. I barely registered what I was doing, but detecting her girlish bedroom only infuriated me more as I thought to myself, ‘what the hell happened to that sweet innocent girl?’
Lindsay just stood there, staring at me expectantly. Seeing my annoyance she finally grinned, as if taunting me – her face was a strange mixture of fear and amusement. She seemed to get her kicks out of getting this reaction from people.
“Alright, alright, I’ll change okay?” she smirked to herself mischievously, intentionally bending over to give me a generous eyeful of her large natural teenage breasts.
Sensing me stare, dumbfounded, she giggled softly to herself. I couldn’t believe the gall of this girl – was she actually going to try and flirt her way out of this, and with her very own father none the less? Then to my amazement I watched as she stood in front of the full length mirror and slowly and seductively unbuttoned her small denim shorts and casually walked towards the wardrobe.
“I’ll wear and do whatever you want okay, you decide...” she said in a soft sexy voice – flicking her long lustrous red hair to one side.
There was definitely an implication in that, a double meaning that was truly the final straw for me.
She continued, “I put something else on, but I really have to go tonight and you can’t stop me...”
Watching her flaunt and attempt to tease her way out of trouble got me so infuriated, so enraged I exploded!
“YOU FUCKING LITTLE TRAMP! YOU’RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!!” I yelled as I reached out and grabbed her by her shoulders.
Spinning her around and grasping her firmly by her shoulders, I then pushing her backwards and slammed her forcefully against the wardrobe behind her, pinning her. Gasping in shock and surprise Lindsay stood there frozen in fear for a moment, staring at me while her large heavy breasts heaved enticingly. With her mouth falling open, her full glossy covered lips quivered. Breathing against my face without thinking the next think I knew I was kissing her hard on the lips – frantically making out with her without the slightest feeling of repentance or shame.
To my amazement, Lindsay didn’t resist and in fact a replied by instinctively slipping her warm wet tongue back into my mouth. That was it – I knew we were both at the point of no return. Twisting the thin shoulder straps of her revealing singlet top around with my fingertips I growled.
“I’ll fucking get you out of those clothes...”
And with a strong yank I suddenly and violently tore her flimsy singlet clean off her teenage body – completely exposing her natural D-cups that had been lurking in the back of my mind ever since I had seen her in the shower a few days earlier.
“Ooooohh...” she sighed in excitement as I exposed her to the room.
“I’ll...I’ll do whatever you want Daddy, just don’t hurt me... you know you don’t have to,”
I stood there admiring her excited bare breasts for a moment, watching as her large chest rapidly rose and fell in anticipation. Her light pink nipples looked incredible – thick, erect, and begging for attention. My emotions were now on autopilot, and some part of me hoped this would let me escape my guilt after everything I had been put through. Grabbing her wrists I then pushed her backwards and this time towards her untidy bed.
Catching the mattress with the back of her heels caused her to topple over – falling back topless onto the bed. With her shorts already unbuttoned it was easy to slide them down and off her legs, and true to her word, she didn’t refuse at all as I then noticed that my sexy young Daughter had planned to go out for the night with no underwear what so ever!
Finding her completely shaved clean I gasped, “Ohhhh, you sexy little bitch!”
Stripping her out of her shorts I impatiently threw them clear across the room. Nothing could stop me now, nothing on earth, and I moved to push her long tanned legs apart with my knees – spreading her and giving me an uninterrupted view and examination of her pristine 19-year-old pussy. Admiring the incredible sight before me, I briefly stroked my throbbing cock through my pants before startling Lindsay for a second time by suddenly dropping to my knees and wrapping my arms tightly around her soft smooth thighs. Holding her firmly in place I then jerked her body to the edge of the bed noting how incredibly sexy she looked completely naked except for the heels she still had on.
“Urrghhh... Daddy!?” she whimpered nervously as I then leaned in and without warning eagerly licked at her hairless snatch!
“Ohhhh aahh Daaa—ahhhh!” she moaned uncontrollably.
She indeed tasted as good as she looked. Her vagina was sopping wet, due to my anger or despite it. Eagerly slurping and sucking on her quivering slit Lindsay could only moan and thrash about on the bed as I greedily had my way with her. Watching her legs and heels flap around in the air chaotically only encouraged me, as I coated my mouth and chin with her delicious juices. Unable to hold off any longer I quickly replaced my head with my hips – aiming my throbbing hard-on at her cunt.
Before she could say or do anything I gently rubbed the head of my dick against her, running it up and down and the full length of her glistening slit. The contact alone caused us both to groan out loudly. Holding and telling her to keep her gorgeous legs apart I then smoothly eased my fat head into my famous Daughter’s cunt!
“Aaahhhh yeeeesssss!” she sighed softly as half my length effortlessly sank into her.
Impaling her, Lindsay finally looked up to stare into my eyes and then reached down to grab hold of her own legs, pulling them further apart and almost doing the splits for me.
As I began to pull back and then sink back in her, I then began to fuck her as she grunted, “Arrghh yes, fuck me Daddy... I wanna get fucked!!”
Gripping her hips, I then began to piston in and out of her, quicker, harder, and deeper with every thrust. Like Lindsay I was now involuntarily moaning, overwhelmed with the pleasure of it all. To my revelation her experience began to show, as I felt her moving her body and hips in a steady rhythm. She was slowly gyrating her ass at slightly different angles, making sure every inch of my cock was getting rubbed, stroked, and serviced by her. With the amount of effort she was putting I knew I wouldn’t last long, and I soon let out the last of my anger at her.
“Arghhhh baby... you fucking little slut! You like that?!”
“Yes Daddy, fuck me... show me how I should be fucked! Fuck your dirty little girl!!”
“Urrghh... yeah, from now on you’re my little bitch, understand? My dirty little slut! You don’t fuck anyone else but your Daddy or your ass is mine!! Yeah!?”
“Yeah! Your whore ass only belongs to me!” You’re Daddy’s little girl, yeah?!”
“Oh Daddy... I’m your little bitch... your dirty little slut... ohhh Daddy, fuck me, just fuuuuuuuck me!”
As we yelled abuse at each other it only caused us to fuck harder and faster – with her even reaching up to kiss me passionately on the mouth, begging me to make her cum!
Sweating profusely Lindsay moaned, “Ohh God Daddy, you’re gonna make me cum! Make me cum you fuck!! Fuck my hot wet cuuuuunttt!!!”
Wrapping her strong legs firmly around my waist, I suddenly felt her hit her peak – climaxing violently! Digging her long well manicured fingernails into my back the whole event in turn caused me to approach my orgasm unexpectedly and a moment later I reluctantly pulled out to unload all over her sweet smooth sweat glazed tummy.
“Ohhhhh shit baby, here it comes!!!” I exclaimed.
To my delight she suddenly and without warning replied, “No, wait!” and quickly jumped up to kneel between my legs, sticking her long tongue out and opening her mouth wide.
Gripping my cock I instantaneously erupted, coating her pretty teenage face and mouth with strand after strand of hot gooey cum! Falling to the bed in a heap, Lindsay giggled to herself as she wiped her face clean and then laughed while watching me try to cool down and catch my breath.
“God Dad,” she casually said, “You really need to get in shape...”
Still dazed and confused, I was still trying to find the right words to say before she spoke again.
“So, now can I wear that outfit or what?”