My Daughter The Goth - Part 2

Does Lexi continue down the slut road or is she reformed?

So, I did go back in and sit with my wife. Although we had seats, everyone stood up for the duration. The boy I struck, the lead singer, glanced in my direction a couple of times but looked away sheepishly both times. Lexi, on the other hand, made regular eye contact and gave us both a beaming smile.
“Do you think she’s been crying?” The wife asked. “And her stockings are much more torn than before.”
“I think that’s her stage look.” I bluffed. I will admit the band actually weren’t bad. But not great either. They were never going to be headlining Glastonbury but they could maybe get some pub work. I doubted they would be together very long anyway. After the gig, we had to hang around to take Lexi home. Nothing was said between us. I drove and she sat in the back having an excited conversation with her mother. I gave occasional looks in the rear-view mirror and saw Lexi smiling back at me. When we got back, Lexi was still buzzing and very chatty. Either from the aftermath of the gig or the fucking I have her. Maybe both. But her and her mother stayed up for another hour yapping away. Lexi seemed happy and a bit like her former self. I wondered if things were going to go back to how they were before goth times or if she was going to continue being my slut. Perhaps I would take matters into my own hands.

The following day was Sunday. Which I remember because I first fucked my daughter on a Saturday. And, my wife, Jo, had gone to visit her grandmother who lived in a care home. It was a two-hour drive, and Jo went every other weekend. She would be gone all day. Playtime. I had a strong coffee and a long shower before making my way to Lexi’s room. She was still fast asleep. I watched her cute little face as she slept like an angel. After a while she sensed me standing there and her eyes fluttered open.
“Morning daddy.”
“Morning. Shall I call you princess or slut?” She giggled.
“I think I like slut.”
“Then, good morning daddy’s little slut.” She purred like a kitten. “How would you like a present this morning?” Her eyes lit up.
“What is it daddy?” I undid my flies and pulled out my cock. She looked surprised at first but then took it in her hand and fed it into her mouth. It was still soft, but she started working on it and it began to stiffen.
“That’s good. You must have done this lots of times before. But now you only do it when I tell you to. Hmm.” She hit a good spot on the underside of my shaft and my cock twitched.

I reached down and pulled the sheet back. Revealing her pasty white body and c-cup tits. Her nipples were firm and ready for a tweaking, so I obliged. She winced but kept sucking. My hips started to move in and out to get a faster rhythm. Fucking her mouth felt so good and I ws ready to cum. My left hand reached to take a handful of her dyed red hair and pulled her head towards me more whilst my right took control of my cock. I stuffed it deep in her mouth a few more times and then pull it out to finish or her cute little goth face.
“You want your present now” She closed her eyes.
“Yes, daddy. I want your cum. On my face, daddy.” I couldn’t control it any more and spurted jizz all across her white cheeks. More and more of it cascaded from the end of my knob as I wiped the last of it on her lips.
“How does that taste?” She licked her lips.
“Lovely. It’s the best. I want more. I want to taste you every day.”
“Don’t worry. You will get plenty you little slut. Wherever and whenever I decide.” She grinned. “Now go and clean up we have somewhere to go.

I left her to get ready and came back an hour later. Still not ready. And when she was ready I had to make adjustments. She was wearing a black Ramones t-shirt, a leather mini skirt with various chains hanging from the waist, fish net stockings and Dr Marten boots.
“Are you wearinga bar?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“Then take it off.” She seemed happy to oblige.
“Knickers?”
“Thong.”
“Take it off. More make-up.” And we are leaving in 15 minutes.

Almost to the minute, she appeared downstairs with the required changes. She flashed me her boobs and bum to prove it.
“Good little slut. Now as a reward for doing as you are told; you have a choice or activities. I can either take you shopping for clothes or I can get you a piercing.” Her eyes lit up. She had always wanted a piercing but the dilemma that faced her was she loved clothes too.
“Oh daddy. I’m not sure. Mmm. I would like to go for the piercing but I’m not old enough for anything but my ears.”
“Good choice. And don’t worry about that. I’ve spoken with Uncle Ron. He will do what we ask him.” Ron wasn’t her uncle. He was actually my cousin but we were close growing up so Lexi called him uncle. He ran a tattoo business and did piercings too. She seemed pleased with that and so we set off to see Ron.

It was a small tattoo parlour, hidden behind the high street. It wasn’t always open Sundays but Ron said he had a big job to finish up that morning and would hang around when he was done if we needed him. I had messaged and said we were on the way. He welcomed us warmly and locked the door behind us. Ron was a big man, quite hairy and covered in tattoos as you would expect. He was a larger than life character but with a reputation around young girls. It was part of the reason I brought Lexi there.
“So Lexi, what would you like? Eyebrow, nose, septum, cheek, nipple, belly-button or clitoris?” Lexi turned to me, her eyes wide in shock.
“You choose. My advice would be something simple like the nose which you can take out, or maybe the nipples which can be hidden under the shirt. But your choice.”
“Might not be as a easy as that.” Ron interrupted.
“Why.” Lexi asked.
“Depends on your breast size and nipples. Let me see.” Again, Lexi looked towards me and I nodded. She lifted up her shirt and Ron made a low growling noise.
“Yeah. Look decent enough. I need to get a good grip on them though.” He reached out one of his grubby hands and covered one of her boobs. He fondled it, pulled at the nipple, twisted poked, prodded and squeezed. Lexi tried to pull away.
“Let Ron do his job.” She reluctantly gave in. Ron had a devilish grin on his face and now had free reign to do the same with the other boob.
“Yep. I can work with those.” He eventually declared.

Lexi was almost in tears but held herself together. Ron disappeared for a while to get the equipment he needed.
“I’m not sure about this dad. I mean what if it goes wrong.” I could see genuine concern on her face. I relented slightly.
“Well have one done. Give it a week or two and we can get the other one. You won’t be much of a slut without a piercing.” She decided that was a compromise and agreed. We notified Ron when he returned.
“No skin off my nose. Which one you want done?” I pointed to the left one and he got down to business. When he had finished he present her with a couple of trays of nipple rings and bars. She picked a bar with imitation rubies. Ron fitted it. I paid him, he shook my hand and we left. As we sat in the car on the way home, Lexi held her left breast.
“Does it hurt?” I asked her.
“Only a little. It feels really nice though.”
“Did you like Ron playing with your little titties?” She put both hands on her breasts and thought.
“Not at first. But when you gave your approval, it did kind of turn me on. I’m daddy’s slut and will do what he wants.” I smiled at her and drove the rest of the way home with my hand up her skirt.