Richard enjoys it, but Anne has a rough time.

The two of them sat down to eat. The food was pretty simple, just some pasta and a salad. Richard knew his daughter wasn't much of a cook, but she did a good enough job. They were eating quickly, with very little conversation. Richard could feel a few ideas swim around in his head so he mentally weighed which ones were worth instilling into his daughter for the time being. The first was obvious.

"So Anne," he began watching her eat. "You were telling me that you wanted to learn to cook better?"

"I was?" She asked before nodding. "Yeah, I guess if you say so. I think with school no longer an option I could at least study cookbooks and stuff here."

"That's a great idea," Richard told her before thinking of something. "You can study them in my office, I have that small couch in there you can read on. That way if I need to blow off steam by fucking you I don't have to go far."

"Makes sense," his daughter agreed, not seemingly put out at all that her father was planning on using her pussy several times a day.

"Good," he nodded at her response. He watched her grab her glass of water and couldn't help but feel a sudden need as he watched her swallow down gulps of water. Another urge also filled his head, another kink he had discovered not too long ago on the internet, one of the more filthy ones.

It seemed crazy and disgusting to even consider subjecting his sweet innocent daughter to it, but Richard was starting to ignore that voice and found it harder and harder to see his daughter as his little girl anymore and started to think of her as exclusively his sexy teen fucktoy to use and **** with every dirty thought he could come up with.

"Hold on honey," he told her before she could finish drinking. "There was something else I wanted to talk to you about. You remember how big you were into saving the environment?

"Yeah?" Anne said confused.

"Well I was reading on a big way to cut down on how much water we used and I remember you thinking it was a good idea. Hand me your glass."

"Ok," she smiled as she handed him her glass. She couldn't remember this conversation her dad was talking about but Anne was sure they must have had it if her dad was saying they did. She wondered what they agreed. Her smile fell as he took his cock out again and aimed it at her now-empty glass. She let out a squeal of disgust as he started peeing right into the glass. "Daddy!"

"What?" Richard asked as if what he was doing was the most natural thing in the world. "You said this was a great idea. Now we only need to use half as much water. I'll drink the fresh clean water and when you're thirsty or I really need to pee, well, you'll drink that."

"That's so gross," Anne complained as he handed her the glass full of piss back.

"A little yeah," he agreed. "I'm sure you'll feel a little gross drinking my pee, but remember it's for the environment. No matter how gross it is, it's for a good cause."

Anne nodded, hesitant, but accepting that this was for the good of the Earth. It didn't take long before she got thirsty again, and with no other option, she took a deep breath and started to drink her father's pee.

Richard watched in glee as his daughter, with a gag and a flinch started to swallow his piss without any sign she thought it was insane or even out of the ordinary. Even as they finished their meal he kept a close eye on her, his cock jumping every time she struggled to swallow another mouthful of piss. Her tits shuddered while she gagged with a hypnotic rhythm.

As soon as they had finished Richard pulled his daughter to her feet, laid her back on the table, careful to move the plates, and quickly pushed his now rock-hard cock inside her teen pussy again.

He studied her face as she took his cock, barely reacting beyond a few twitches of pain when he thrust in particularly hard or with a vacant smile when she noticed him looking down at her. After a few long thrusts, he buried his cock deep and came good and hard into her. It was a unique joy that Richard was sure he'd never get tired with. Once he was finished he pulled out, had Anne get on her knees and lick his cock clean of both their juices, and then headed to the living room to watch some TV.

"Be sure to clean up the plates," he told her as he left the room. "That's your job around the house."

"Ok Daddy," she called back to him, slowly standing, grimacing at the soreness in her pussy and the taste in her mouth. Looking around she found her glass of piss still had a little to drink inside of it. Sighing she picked it up and used it to wash down the taste of her dad's cum.