Her Father's Daughter

Stefan’s eyes went wide as he saw what I revealed. He’d always been the man in control, always had things go his way. Born into fabulous wealth, spoilt and allowed to dominate with every advantage from his very first day, and never, ever having to personally experience any negative fallout from his actions.

Someone like this, so entitled, so sure that things will go as they expect, so unused to consequences. Well, they don’t exactly know how to react when things go wrong.

“V-Victoria?!”

He shouted it, but the power and aggression that usually filled his words every-time he raised his voice was gone. It was a stunned expression of disbelief, his brain scrambling to make sense of what he was seeing. The crumpled face of Maria, the maid, was in my hands, as I smiled at Stefan while wearing his daughter.

“Hi Daddy~

My voice sounded so teasing, so full of all the well-honed arrogance and subtle disdain Victoria had cultivated over years of being a bitch. So shocked was Stefan, he even began to stutter. I just giggled, such a girly sound, as he stumbled over his words.

“W-wha… how can this be possible?”

“Ehehehe, weeellll, I guess, like, I got a little jealous…”

I pushed my two index fingers together, the fabric of my white maid gloves rubbing together, a sheepish little gesture that normally would have looked so cute and innocuous. In this moment however, it was transformed into a stark contrast to our utterly impure situation all around us.

“… I mean, you always give Mom all of your attention and love, and then when I figured out you were finally going to give it to the maid too, I couldn’t take it anymore! Aren’t I daddy’s special little girl? Don’t I deserve some of your special love too?”

“Bu-but… the mask. Your body. It’s so realistic. How…”

“Pffttt, silly daddy! Prosthetics and liquid latex have come on a long way, you know. With my allowance of course I could get the best of the best.”

Hearing a rational explanation for how this had been physically possible seemed to calm Stefan down momentarily, even if it didn’t do anything to explain why Victoria had let herself get **** by her own father while roleplaying as their maid. Testament perhaps to his genuine executive abilities, he soon came around.

“Victoria, how could you do this? Get off me.”

“Heheh…”

I just laughed now, a shadow seeming to fall upon my eyes as a sadistic, twisted grin took to the features of the pretty blonde I was wearing. With all the revelations, it had been easy to overlook the firm pressure at my crotch, Stefan’s cock still buried me. I just increased the pressure from my thighs, pulling him deeper inside me with a teasing, feminine little moan.

“Mhmm, I don’t think so Daddy~”

Stefan’s brow furrowed now, before he grabbed my thighs and tried to pull himself free. My giggles turned into a sadistic laugh as I watched him try and fail.

“What the fuck? Why can’t I…”

He struggled, trying to pull out as I kept the pressure on and kept him in me. For all his efforts, he just managed to move his length partially in and out of me, hot, slick pleasure working through both of us as his struggling only amounted to sex.

God… what a feeling of power. All his muscles, his well forged physique in the private gym. All those hours with his personal trainer, and yet he can’t even get away from me? I wonder, is it because of my skinwalker side? Am I just that much stronger now, or has that part of me become even more powerful from all the twisted roleplaying I’ve been doing tonight?

Maybe it’s compound strength. I don’t think so… wouldn’t that be too convenient? But what if it is? I’m wearing four different women right now. Could I really have the strength of all of them, hidden but on call for moments like this? Lisa, Annie, Victoria, Maria, and of course myself, hidden under all their skins. Can I use their everything, all at once?

“Ohhhh, having a little trouble? And you were such a big man until a moment ago.”

Stefan’s brow furrowed even more, as he increased his efforts. Despite all his strength, almost going red faced as he struggled, he wasn’t having any luck escaping. He just dragged his shaft in and out of me, grunting as he tried not to be overwhelmed by his own pleasure, and the moans I was making in a sweet voice that despite himself he couldn’t help but enjoy.

“Victoria, let go of me this instant! You’re my daughter, and you will listen to me!”

My giggles almost turned maniacal now.

“Ohhhh, uh uhhh, I don’t think so. No, see, we’re not leaving until I cum, okay? I went to all of this effort to get you alone after all, to get you nice and hard. I sucked your dick, and you took me from behind, remember? You were doing all of that to your daughter, you know? Don’t act like you’re some kind of moral paragon now.”

“That’s it. I didn’t want to do this to you Victoria, but you leave me ****.”

He sounded resolute, a certain gravitas informing his words.

“Let go of me. Now.”

“Or what~?”

“Insolent girl!”

Stefan’s hand rocketed out in a slap. He’d never wanted to use this on his daughter, the slap he was well trained and experienced in. How many whores in strip clubs had he used it on, stupid girls who’d tried to ask for more than he was willing to give? How many employees who he knew would never have the clout to successfully strike back against him? How many maids previous to Maria had he beaten, and taken his frustrations out on after a bad day?

My grip was like a vice as it blurred, fingertips closing on Stefan’s wrist before it could hit my face. His eyes shot wide as his brain caught up to the sight before him, and shot wider at the pain as I crushed his wrist. I hadn’t broken it, I was sure, but undoubtedly I was much stronger than I remember as he screamed in pain.

“Ah, ah, ahhhh~ No need to be so aggressive! Although, I must admit, I did find it really hot the way you dominated me when you thought I was the maid. Hmm, but now I think it’s time for a little role reversal, don’t you?”

“How… how did you do that?”

There’d been many emotions informing Stefan’s tone since he got home. Self-assured savoring of the moment, aggressive lust, gloating power. And since my reveal, shock, anger, an attempt at understanding what was happening. Now for the first time, Stefan was beginning to feel real, genuine fear. It was an emotion he barely recognized, so eternally insulated from consequence for most of his life.

“A few martial arts classes here and there, you know? We really have access to the best of the best, don’t we?”

My breezy explanation was hardly enough for the speed he’d seen, and the strength he still couldn’t explain.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Maybe when I cum, I’ll let you go.”

“I’m not having sex with my daughter.”

My laugh turned positively harsh and cruel now.

“Oh Daddy… as if you have a choice!”

My arms pushed on the mattress, all that supernatural strength and speed coming together to rocket me off of it. I was above Stefan now, in the air, my legs still wrapped around him. But as I flew above, I peeled myself free, and let gravity push him to the floor.

“Ughhh!”

Shock and pain mingled in his grunt as the air was taken from his lungs, the surprise at suddenly finding himself on the floor underneath his daughter being way too much for him.

What a view…

It was still such a powerful, erotic pleasure seeing "my" body from this perspective. The golden tan of Maria's skin, her indulgent breasts partially freed from her dress pushing out from my chest. The long black skirts of my maid uniform, and the pretty white stockings on plump, smooth thighs underneath.

And lying underneath me, struggling to breathe after what I’d done, was Stefan. A muscular physique, and surprisingly healthy grey hair, he certainly looked good for his age. I took a moment to examine him through all the lenses I had available, really appreciate the situation.

Lisa would have seen an attractive older man, one she could admit was good looking, but wouldn’t necessarily be too attracted to. Lisa was into guys her own age, and was a little too pure to really be having fantasies about a man who could be her father. Annie however… looking at the sweaty man underneath my thighs through Annie’s perspective was a truly enrapturing sight. My pulse spiked higher, the illicit yet not illegal nature of the age gap being a huge turn on for a girl with such subtly twisted sensibilities.

Victoria, of course, saw her Dad. She wasn’t attracted to him per-say, though she certainly had some Daddy issues. Such a strange, potent blend, a part of her longing more than anything for his approval, while the rest of her viewed him with only marginally less disdain than she viewed everyone else. Finally, looking at him through Maria’s eyes, the most negative perspective yet. She thought he was creepy and cruel, and honestly had begun to fear for her safety around him. She’d been right too; he would have **** her tonight.

Poor Maria… she must be the first girl whose life was made directly better from becoming my skin instead of being present for her own life…

But now… now she can have her ****.

I pulled up my long skirt, revealing Stefan’s cock, still erect and pressed against his stomach. Hungry fingers reached for it, only for Stefan’s hand to rush out to stop me. In a fluid motion, my free hand rocketed to his cheek; even with my glove muffling the sound it rang out loud. Stefan’s head jerked back in shock at the ****, before he gasped as I inserted his length into me, and began to ride.

“Ughhh, mhmmm, ohhh yeah.”

I whined with pleasure as I felt my hot, sticky walls part, the steel of his cock buried inside me. I had to admit, I’d really grown to love taking dick in the cowgirl position ever since I began using women’s bodies; it just seemed to plough so deep into me, and the sense of control, of using a man like my own personal toy, just got me so horny.

Even with such a fucked-up situation, Stefan seemed to be enjoying himself too. His grunts and moans were so decidedly masculine, yet there was something in the tone that showed he was beginning to submit.

My hands found his chest for support as I worked myself up and down him, the enhanced power of my thighs letting me work every inch for both our pleasure. In between breathless moans and grunts, he managed to get out the words:

“Vic-Victoria… why…?”

I leaned down as I fucked him, my hot breath tickling his ear.

“Well Daddy…”

My tongue slipped inside, causing him to buck a little at the sudden stimulation, before I bit his earlobe. So close to him, I could really smell his expensive cologne, the luxury shampoo, and of course the slightly musky hint of a guy who’s had a long day at work before winding up in a sweaty, aggressive sex session.

“… isn’t this the way you raised me? To always be greedy, to take what I want, to be so spoilt? You know, there’s only so many bags, and shoes, and dresses a girl can buy before she wants something bigger, something even more exclusive, the one thing she can’t have. What I want, I get, don’t I?”

I giggled, such a delicate little sound, so intimately close to his ear.

“And I wanted Y-O-U~”

I sped up the pace, the squelching sound of our sex filling the room as I violated him, my juices running down his cock onto his balls even as the tight pressure of my stolen pussy being filled pumped my whole system with dopamine.

He closed his eyes, moaning more, as I leaned over to his other year and kept whispering.

“Humu, humu. Really, aren’t I your daughter, totally and completely? This was always the way you taught me, the way you raised me. To be greedy, and domineering, and to take what I want.”

“But… we’re family…”

He could barely get the words out, so scrambled was his brain by shock and pleasure and just how overwhelming every element of this moment was.

“And you thought that would save you from me? I’m your karma, Daddy~”

I licked his other ear, nuzzling into it as he bucked harder underneath me. A cute little squeal followed as serotonin splashed out of my brain, down my spine and all over my body, his rough movements translating to a heavenly pressure in my pussy.

“All those people you stepped on, and crushed and dominated. All those lives ruined. You wanted me to follow in your footsteps, didn’t you? To do all of that and more to every person smaller and less privileged, didn’t you? Well daddy…”

I really emphasized the “daddy”, as my whispers teetered on the edge of taunting cruelty and wild ecstasy.

“… There’s always a bigger fish, and for you, that bigger fish is me. And don’t act as if you aren’t enjoying it!”

I pulled back and kissed him deeply, the plump, pink, shiny lipgloss coated lips of his eighteen year old daughter slithering onto his rougher, masculine ones, as my tongue invaded his mouth. He seemed to resist for only the slightest of seconds before his body betrayed him, brain overwhelmed by bliss as he kissed me back.

Breaking the kiss, saliva hanging between us, I giggled as I took to his ears again, Victoria’s voice like honey trickling into his mind as I continued my whispering.

“You knowww… I kinda have a little theory about dominance, and submission. I think if someone, say a big, strong, man, is dominant all the time in his life, his career, his everything. Well, I think that deep down, there’s a part of him that secretly craves submission. Isn’t that right, Daddy~”

“N-no…”

Maybe it was the breathless way he said it, how overwhelmed he was, but he didn’t sound too convincing. My smile turned downright predatory as I rode him even faster, both our breathing speeding up as sweat beaded on his chest and on my breasts, exposed partially from my open dress.

“Mhmm, mmmm. I don’t know about that. You seem to be enjoying yourself an awful lot down there. Now, feel these.”

I guided his hands to my tits, moaning a little as he felt them, Maria’s indulgent breasts being pillowy soft for him and even better for me as I felt the way his fingers indented on my supple skin.

“Don’t they feel good? Don’t you want more?”

His brow was furrowed, his brain all over the place. I could tell I was breaking him, smashing him down. For a man who used sexuality as a weapon to threaten and control the women who’d worked under him, experiencing it for himself was all too much.

“Why don’t you suck, mhmm?”

I leaned down ever so slowly, a feat of strength and co-ordination supernaturally enhanced as I continued riding him, opening my dress so my tits were fully exposed. They hung in front of him, so tantalizing. He reached for one and I slapped his hand down.

“Ahh, ahhh~! Not so fast. Do you want to taste them? Do you want to suck them?”

He nodded, his eyes betrayed a strange, warped hunger, his mind approaching breaking point.

“Then you’re going to have to call me Mommy. Tell Mommy you want her to breastfeed you, mhmm?”

My grin was positively feral now as I loomed over him, our roles beyond reversed as I totally and completely dominated him. For a moment, it looked as though what was left of his pride, his dignity, his once ever mighty and impregnable hubris would surge again and stop him. But the moment passed. He broke. His voice called out like a hungry baby, in a whimper, as he begged:

“P-please, Mommy! Let me taste them!”

“Good boy…”

I giggled as I let his tongue touch my breasts, it’s soft wet surface teasing over my sensitive nipples. They were hard as he sucked, both of us enjoying every last sliver of sensation. It was enough to push me close to the edge, and I could feel the tsunami of a female orgasm building. Stefan must have been feeling the same, reluctantly breaking from his position to say:

“V-Victoria, I’m going to…”

“Ahh, ahh, what are you going to call me?”

“M-Mommy… I… I’m going to cum.”

He sounded so ashamed, so chastised. I whispered again into his ear.

“Be a good boy then, and cum for Mommy.”

That was too much for him, my constant riding and then utterly vile and twisted roleplaying we’d been doing getting to be too much. He tensed wildly as he came inside me, hot spurts of his seed decorating my womb, as it pushed me into the ecstasy of my own orgasm. I squealed in time with his own scream as pleasure exploded within both of us, leaving us sweaty and panting, me collapsed a little on top of him.

We lay there, damp, and full of afterglow, before eventually, voice shaky and confidence broken, Stefan whispered.

“W-what now…”

“Now? You’ve outlived your usefulness.”

The skinwalker spines pierced Stefan’s naked chest, and within seconds he saw no more.