C is for Cucking Part 1

***This story is completely fictitious. None of these characters are real and none of the events ever happened*** ***I do accept commissions on stories if you wish to contact me directly, either by KiK Messenger at MissedFives or Email at MissedFives@Gmail.com. All of the Story Arcs can be extended as well and I DO take requests if you want specific things to happen. These stories are 100% my works of art. That being said, please enjoy what I have created so far and don't forget to leave some love (Likes). Let me know in quotes what part of the story made you cum (Comments). I'd really like that.*** ***This story includes: Cuckolding, Pedo, Incest It’s raining outside. Dark. The only sound I could hear were the droplets hitting the roof of my car. The radio was off. The headlights were off. The car was off. I sat there with only my cell phone for company, waiting for it to light up and notify me of the night’s plan. You see, I have a daughter. A little girl fresh only 15 years old. A deviant mind much like my own. A chip off the old block if you must. She was on a date. An average boy had asked her out and she was sitting at the restaurant across from me. He had offered her dinner and mentioned desert afterwards, but reading his texts beforehand made me understand that he was implying sex. My Daughter brought it to my attention and was planning on telling him to buzz off but it was an opportunity for us. I had tasked her to accept his offer… … while obeying my every command. Looking out of my car window, I could see them sitting at their booth. My first task as her Master was of course for her to order from the menu to her hearts content. Specialized drinks, appetizers, full course meals, and of course this “desert” he had offered. To be taken literally of course. It did not matter if she ate all of it. Or any of it as a matter of fact. She just needed to order so that he can pay himself silly. From where I was I could see that she ordered herself a pretty large carbonated drink. I smiled my cocky grin knowing that she was indulging herself. Having a grand ole time as he was probably thinking that this was sealing the deal and he would get lucky. After a few minutes of them chatting over the drinks, the appetizer arrived. At that very moment, I observed her getting up and excusing herself to the bathroom. My second task. I waited for a moment and as expected, my phone lit up with a text message. “I asked him not to touch the food and wait for me like you said Daddy.” Good girl I said out loud as I waited for more… A few moments later my phone lit up with three consecutive text messages. Pictures. The first one being her pulling down her pants in the bathroom stall showing her perfectly bald cunny. The second being her sitting on the toilet with her legs spread and her top pulled up displaying those wonderful budding tits of hers. The third being a close up of her cunny… with her fingers up and inside like I had commanded. “I need your cock Daddy.” was the next text message that followed. “Soon” was my only reply. Her next task was to finger herself and rub her clit for exactly 5 minutes. She, of course, was not allowed to cum and would be required to pull up her panties and walk herself frustrated and aroused back to the booth. There she would sit with soaking panties unable to touch herself again until later in the date. I put down the phone and looked at this boy that was doing as he was asked. He was not touching the food in front of him. Why? Because she said so. Or because I said so? These 5 minutes filled me with great warmth. Power and control. It’s silly really. Keeping this boy from the delicious food in front of him. After a good long while of me smiling, my Daughter came back from her bathroom break and sat back down to continue her date. Both the boy and she began to eat from the appetizer plate as they continued to chat. I couldn’t read their lips nor did I care. She would give me a full report afterwards anyways. Her drink looked more and more ridiculous the longer I watched her with it. It was so brightly colored and the glass was just way too large in her hands. My God did she look absolutely fucking adorable thou. It was then that the main plates arrived, as to which she did the same thing… excused herself to the bathroom as I had commanded. A smile larger than the first and an audible laugh came out of me. This was too fucking rich as I wished I had a bag of popcorn on me. My phone screen lit up the inside of my car again as I unlocked it and read her text message. “I told him to not touch the food and wait for me until I got back again. Did he listen to me the first time?” I wrote her back with a simple: “Good Girl. Yes he listened to you.” Again three more text messages arrived in quick succession. The first one being of her legs open again, displaying that perfectly smooth cunny of hers. I wasn’t sure what was turning me on the most out of all of this. Her showing me her most intimate parts in a restaurant bathroom or me watching this boy not touch his main course. Maybe both? The second was her inserting three of her fingers into herself. I could see how incredibly wet she was. How ready she was for me. Begging for my release. The third was a selfie of her sucking on her fingers while staring into the camera. Those piercing eyes of hers. Again a text followed: “Daddy, I need you so bad. I don’t think I can make it this time.” I replied with a stern but caring text: “If you fail and cum, you will receive fifty lashings.” “50?!” was her response. I put my phone down to continue watching this boy not touch his plate. The plate that was getting cold in front of him. This second bathroom break on her part was going to be 10 minutes long. Ten minutes of her rubbing herself into oblivion. Ten whole minutes of her being forbidden to climax. In this game, even if she loses… she wins. We both knew that. These ten minutes lasted an eternity for this boy as I watched him with a smile that made my cheeks hurt. It only took 4 minutes for him to pick up a french fry and eat it. “This fucking guy…” I said out loud while shaking my head. Disappointing. “Mediocre!” I yelled out in my car and burst out laughing. A little while later she showed back up and I could not help but wonder how swollen her cunny must be now. Being teased to such a degree. Imagining her sitting on those swollen lips of hers made me hard. I observed them some more as they continued to talk over food. I knew my Daughter well and she barely took any bites of her food. He ate and talked most of this time as the date was coming to an end. All that was left was the desert as I watched this massive plate of ice cream cake arrive. I was actually envious of this. I wanted some cake! The talking stopped as both of them began to indulge. My smile faded for a moment but not long enough to be of consequence. The bill came and he paid for it. I watched them gather their things and head outside. The rain had stopped as I watched him walk her outside. There they chatted for a bit as he leaned in and tried to take her hand. She withdrew. He then leaned in for a kiss and my Daughter quickly turned her head to the side, denying him. I watched her boop him on the nose and walk across the street towards me where I parked. I watched her walk as he stood there dumbfounded. I couldn’t tell if he was smiling out of frustration or out of pleasure. Moments later I watched as she arrived at the hotel across the street that I was parked at. She entered my passenger side to sit down next to me, holding up a plastic bag with the leftovers from her date. “I know you didn’t command this of me, but I thought you might enjoy eating the food that he paid for?” She smiled. A perfect angel I thought. “Hungry Daddy?” her voice all of a sudden was different. Or was she a perfect devil?