Each gift was prettily wrapped in colored paper and tied with ribbons. Glenda plopped down in an antique rocking chair and watched impishly as her handsome father unwrapped his presents.
The first few gifts were pretty routine: slippers, a tie, a bottle of Rupert's favorite cologne, etc. Then they really started getting unusual and interesting.
"What's this for?" Rupert inquired, furrowing his brows as he held up two lengths of white rope.
The package contained a half dozen of these ropes, each one wound up and neatly tied with a red ribbon.
"Well, rope always comes in handy!" Glenda teased with a giggle, sipping from a glass of bubbly.
She watched impishly as her father unwrapped the next present. Rupert gasped and threw his daughter a frowning look. But he was unable to repress a smile when he saw the delighted look on her gorgeous face.
"I could run you in for this, young lady!" Police Chief Farrell thundered in mock anger.
The package contained an ounce of fragrant Acapulco Gold. Fine, aromatic marijuana – the very best! Several fat, rolled joints were tucked into the bag.
"Oh, don't be such a goody goody!" Glenda giggled. "Haven't you ever smoked grass before, Daddy? Even once?"
"No, ma'am," Rupert said firmly. "And it shocks me no end to know that you obviously have!"
"Daddy, you're the limit! Get with it! Pot is fun! It mellows you out! Police Chief or not, tonight your naughty little girl is going to get you stoned!"
Glenda lit up one of the reefers and took a deep drag. She passed it to Rupert, who hesitated for only a moment before puffing on it. He liked the way it tasted.
Strange, heated excitement was building within him. This was quite an unorthodox birthday party his little girl was throwing him!
Something was in the air, some secret, Rupert knew instinctively that he and his daughter were moving into excitingly dangerous territory…
The marijuana tingled through his senses subtly. At first, he didn't even realize what was happening, because he already had a buzz from the beer and champagne. Then it hit him, with a glorious splash of liquid heat.
Everything seemed rosy and warm and oh so sensual! Glenda looked exotic in her red, fur-lined dressing gown. He'd never seen in her that garment before. She was inclined to wear very revealing outfits which all but bared her stupendous knockers – knockers Rupert thought about incessantly, and longingly…
It struck him suddenly that it was odd that Glenda was wearing that gown now. It covered her body from neck to ankle. It hugged the shapely contours of her hour glass figure, however, showing off those high, proud breasts.
The next gift was a black leather riding crop. Rupert looked at it, puzzled, and then gaped at Glenda till she laughed.
"I thought you might want to take up horse back riding!" Glenda giggled teasingly.
"GLENDA!" Rupert cried hoarsely, scandalized as he opened the next package.
It contained a rather large vibrator, smooth and ivory white, complete with batteries! It was ten and a half inches long.
"You can give it to one of your lady friends, if you like, you sly dog!" Glenda giggled.
"Young lady, you are really naughty!" Rupert growled, but then he grinned.
Lust was winding its molten tendrils through his lower body. His heart was pounding and his hands felt clammy. He could hardly see straight. And Glenda kept passing him a joint to puff on, lighting one right after the other…
The last package was, quite obviously, a stack of magazines. Rupert supposed it was old issues of Sports Illustrated, which Glenda knew he liked to collect.
He was astounded to find that he was wrong. Very wrong! The luridly illustrated magazines were certainly about a primitive form of sport, but one not shown on public television very often.
They had titles like Bondage News, Rope, Bound Beauties, Tied amp; Whipped, Roped Sluts, etc. Each page of each magazine was chock full of shockingly revealing photographs of people doing outrageous sexual things to one another.
But all these pictures and magazines were about hot S amp; M scenes. Big, busty blondes, tied and gagged, clamps on their nipples, whip marks on their bare buttocks, got fucked from behind by powerful studs, some with leather masks, some with whips and belts, which they liberally made use of.
Thoroughly stoned, his head swimming on an erotic sea of dizzy sensation, Rupert flipped through the pages of the magazines without a word, his gray eyes blazing greedily as he drank in the lascivious images which gleamed glossily in the warm candle light.
Slowly, he looked up, a confused, rather stricken expression on his flushed, ruggedly handsome visage.
"Glenda, honey, uh, why… why did you give me these?" he croaked hoarsely.
Glenda shrugged, smiling at him voluptuously. Her vixenish hazel eyes strobed signals of unabashed desire at her sexy Dad.
"Because I thought it might be fun, Daddy," she purred, rising from the rocking chair.
She took a final sip of champagne and whirled around to face him, her eyes flashing as she unknotted the belt to her robe. Smiling sensuously, the buxom red-head let the dressing gown slip from her shoulders and fall in a crimson heap at her feet.
Rupert Farrell gasped aloud, his eyes rounding. He couldn't believe what he saw! He blinked and shook his head. No, it was true!
Glenda wore a shocking outfit. It consisted of a sexy corset-like ensemble made largely of black lace, so it was virtually transparent. This unusual corset curved into a half-brassiere, which cupped the lower slopes of Glenda's enormous, thrusting jugs, fully revealing her ripe, red nipples.
There was a big gash cut in the crotch of the gossamer piece of clothing, a gash fringed in red fur, and this gash revealed the fleshy gash of Glenda's hot cunt! Glenda had shaven her twat smooth as a baby's, and the moist, pouty lips gleamed in the candle light, coral pink and dewy with girl-lust.
Connected to the corset with garters were a pair of black net stockings, sexily shading the red-head's lithe, shapely gams. On her feet, she wore black stiletto-heeled shoes.
She looked incredible! Flame-red hair, sexy hazel eyes, queen-sized titties, wet, smooth snatch, and that outrageous outfit! It was enough to make a fellow cream in his BVDs!
Which is almost what Police Chief Farrell did as he gawked at his nubile nineteen year old daughter, standing in front of him in his bedroom.
"Like it, Daddy?" Glenda cried musically, spinning around as she displayed her ensemble.
Rupert became aware that the perfume she wore was very enticing. He was also aware of the uncomfortable bulge in his pants…
"It's… It's very sexy, Glenda!" he managed to gasp thickly, blushing to the roots.
"Now, Daddy," Glenda said gaily, darting over to his dressing table. "I want you to get all dressed up for your little girl!"
"Huh?" Rupert inquired a little stupidly.
"Here! I've laid everything out for you to put on!" Glenda remarked briskly, stepping aside to show him what she meant.
Rupert's old policeman uniform, from when he was a cop on a beat, was laid out neatly across the table. Alongside the uniform and his hat were his gun in its holster, his handcuffs, and his billy club.
"Honey, your old man is getting just a little bewildered," Rupert Farrell admitted with a shaky chuckle.
"We're going to have a wild, fun party, Daddy!" Glenda cried, pouting girlishly, "Please play! Now! I'll go into my room and put on some music, and when I come back, I hope to see you all dressed up like a big, mean cop! Won't it be fun? We'll act out a fun little play, just you and me!"
With that, the naughty red-head skipped out of the room and entered hers, which was just two doors down the hall. Glenda's heart was pounding wildly. Kittenish, druggy delight soared through her. She felt high as a kite, and totally exhilarated.
She had planned this little party for some time, ever since it had occurred to her that her dear, big, handsome father had the hots for her. She had seen it in his eyes.
And that thought had driven her wild with a strange, obsessive fire. Odd, confused images crashed through her sex-starved brain. She began to concoct a lurid little fantasy, a fantasy she knew she had the power to make come true…
She went over to her stereo and selected an Aretha Franklin album. She put it on, then primped in the mirror, and swayed majestically out of the room, heading towards her father and a kinky, off the wall fantasy come to life…
As she stepped into Rupert's room, Aretha's voice could be heard wailing over the speakers in Glenda's room the opening lyrics of A Man And A Woman…
Glenda moaned softly, bright spots of color burning in her cheeks, her eyes flashing as she stared at the spectacle before her.
Police Chief Rupert Farrell stood masterfully in the middle of the room. His blue cap was pushed back rakishly on his head. He looked tall and proud in his spruce blue cop uniform, with its gleaming silver badge.
His gun bulged in the holster at his waist. His billy club was clutched in one big, meaty paw. His eyes were furrowed, stem and savage, blazing orbs of smoky gray…
Rupert smacked the billy club in his hand as he stared at his buxom, scantily clad daughter. Savage heat was igniting in his loins. He felt power and excitement almost overwhelm him as he slipped into the role he now knew his daughter wanted him to play.
"Marijuana and porn!" he snarled in a deep, gravelly voice. "Enough to put you away for a year, girl! I oughta run you in. Yeah, I oughta run you in right now!"
"Oh, please, Daddy! I'm sorry I was so naughty! I promise never to be so beastly again!" Glenda pleaded, batting her lashes at him innocently and poking out her lower lip.
"The law is the law, Glenda," Rupert said harshly. "And my job is to enforce that law. To keep the scum from polluting our pristine environment. Clean, strong law enforcement. Purification. That's my job, hitch. And you're stepping on my toes."
Raw lust was creeping into his voice, and Glenda shuddered, dark, primal feelings starting to swirl all through her body. She felt her nipples growing hard. She felt her pussy growing hot and wet and oh so itchy…
"Oh. Daddy! I'll do anything to make up for it!" Glenda wailed petulantly, real tears glistening on her long lashes.
Rupert strode over to the bed and swept up the handcuffs in one beefy paw. Striding forward, he frowned at her fiercely, flexing is muscles as he towered above his buxom daughter.
"Look at you! Dressed up like a fuckin' slut!" Police Chief Farrell snarled. "Your mother must be spinning in her grave! Come on! Put out your hands, slut!"
"Oh, Daddy! You're so cruel!" whimpered Glenda, but she docilely extended her hands.
An illicit thrill shot through the stoned teenager as she felt the cold iron cuffs clamp tightly around her slender wrists. She was trembling in excitement. Her head was positively spinning.
"Come over here!" commanded Farrell authoritatively, pulling her by the cuffs over to the foot of the bed.
He grabbed up one of the ties she had given him. He knotted one end around the chain linking the cuffs. He took the other end and tied it securely around the bed post.
Taking another tie, he knotted it and slipped it around her neck. Cinching it tight, he tied the end of it to the bed post, too.
Glenda was thoroughly incapacitated! The tie chafed her neck deliciously, making the blood pound in her temples. She was moaning softly with almost delirious delight.
"Oh, Daddy, what are you going to do?" Glenda wailed querulously, but her eyes were sparkling with greedy excitement.
"I'm going to teach you one helluva lesson, babe!" Farrell announced gruffly. "Hell, maybe you're right. Maybe I can't run you in. Wouldn't look right, a cop turning in his own flesh and blood. Cop's gotta enforce the laws in his own family. Use a firm hand. Keep the rebellious ones under control. I'm gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget, Glenda. Yeah, this is gonna be the time that Glenda got hers…"
He picked up the riding crop, gripping the phallic leather end in the strong fingers of his right hand. His gray eyes burned with savage passion as he regarded Glenda's ripe buttocks.
The corset-like garment looked very alluring from behind, too. A gossamer stripe of lace hiked up her butt crack, forming a thin strap around her waist. The full globes of her rounded, snow white bubble buns were completely revealed.
Licking his dry lips, Rupert lifted the champagne bottle and gulped down a few mouthfuls of the bubbly liquid before turning his attention to Glenda's derriere once more.
Bracing himself, he lifted his arm high and gave a savage grunt as he swung the riding crop down hard across Glenda's tender bottom. The resilient crop snapped vigorously across her buns, making a loud, sharp cracking sound.
An instant later, a long rosy mark burned across the tender white globes of Glenda's rump. Glenda's body jerked violently as her father laid into her tingling buttocks.
She gave a high-pitched yelp, tears springing to her eyes as pain sang through her veins, savage music which thrilled her to the core. She choked back sobs of hysterical delight as Rupert swung his arm again and again, raining her agonized buttocks with brutal swipes of the stinging leather crop.
Rupert was panting thickly, sadistically loving the reverberation of each blow along his arm as he whipped his buxom daughter's aching rump again and again. She started screaming lustily, tossing her thick mane of flame red hair, plaintively begging him to stop, to have mercy.
But he could tell from her voice that she really wanted it, more than anything else in the world. And even if she hadn't wanted it, he was so caught up in the brutal fantasy, it was doubtful whether he would have stopped. His raging hardon strained savagely against the confines of his blue trousers and his boxer shorts, demanding release.
He varied the path of his blows, directing the crop up between her legs a few times, snapping it skillfully across the tender lips of her labia. Glenda uttered blood-curdling howls each time the crop stung her swollen snatch.
Explosions of masochistic ecstasy seared through her loins, and she sobbed and writhed, the tie twisting and burning against her throat, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Her pussy juice trickled in honeyed rivulets down her legs, soaking her net stockings.
"Yeah! You like your big, masterful stud of a father tanning your hide, don't ya, slut?" Rupert panted thickly, bringing the crop down hard. "Feel my power, bitch! Feel my raw, animal power! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"
Glenda's body jerked and quivered, mingled pleasure and pain stinging through her reddened buttocks, making her hot pussy twitch wetly.
Rupert strode up to her, panting hard. He clapped his left hand hard against one of her red-striped buns, making it smart with fresh pain as he dug his cruel fingers into the tender, creamy flesh.
"Learned your lesson yet, cunt?" demanded the Police Chief.
"Y-Yes, Daddy! Y-Yeeees!" wailed Glenda.
"Hmmm. We'll see about that," he snarled gruffly, sliding the riding crop lewdly between her legs, brushing the tip of it against the velvety folds of her labia.
Abruptly, he tossed the riding crop aside. With deft fingers, he unknotted the belts which secured her to the bed posts. Glenda whimpered, sinking to her knees on the carpet, her cuffed hands drooping between her legs.
"What do you mean by reading this filth, girl?" Rupert demanded harshly, grabbing up one of the porno magazines and slapping Glenda across the face with it. "Huh? Huh? You're nothing but a dirty whore, ain't ya, bitch? You're a conniving, sneaky, spoiled little whore, living high on the hog off your father's money while you let every Tom, Dick and Harry fuck you like the dirty harlot you are!"
He slapped her face none too gently, and Glenda squealed, her cheek smarting warmly. The sight of her hulking stud of a father, looming above her like a uniformed God, was almost enough to make her swoon.
She saw the hot, savage flames which burned in his glowering eyes. She saw the way his muscles bulged beneath his clothing. She saw that extra large bulge in his pants, throbbing lewdly against his trouser leg like a rigid snake…
Rupert drew his gun. It gleamed malevolently in the candle light. It wasn't loaded, of course, but it was still frightening. He waved it in front of Glenda's face, then jabbed the blunt snout of the gun against her puffy lips.
"Suck my gun, girl!" roared Police Chief Farrell. "Milk this cold, steel phallus! This is the phallus of law and order! You've probably sucked every other phallus in Potter's Bluff! Now it's time to suck this one!"
Glenda gurgled as she slurped at the cold steel barrel of the gun. Rupert pumped it back and forth over her warm pink tongue. She looked up at him with big, angelic hazel eyes, little bubbles of saliva frothing at the corners of her humming, suckling mouth. It was the kind of sight which drives a gut nuts with lust…
He pulled the gun from between her lips and tossed it onto a chair. Quickly, he started to undress. His dark pants were tucked into black shiny boots. He dragged his pants down to the boots, leaving them there.
He unbuttoned his blue tunic and shrugged it off. Underneath, he wore a guinea tee shirt, baring his incredibly brawny arms and a good deal of his powerfully muscled chest.
What a body her sexy father had! Glenda stared with child-like delight at it, cooing softly. Thick tufts of black hair escaped over the neck-line of his form-fitting tank top tee shirt.
His pectorals were solid globes of bulging, beefy muscle. His arms were huge, with cantaloupe-sized biceps and ham-like hands. Tattoos adorned his thick upper arms.
Glenda swept her eyes down to his lower body, and shuddered in excitement. Rupert's legs were strong and hairy. A set of musky, baseball-sized nuts swung meatily half-way to his knees.
His belly was starting to thicken just a little, and was very furry. From a thick, crinkly nest of coarse black hairs, Rupert Farrell's horse-cock erupted like a truncheon, jerking savagely up and down in the air as manly lust surged through his naked loins.
His cock was eleven inches long and thick as Glenda's wrist. Ropy veins latticed the pulsating, corrugated shaft of Rupert's member. His cock-head was blunt and heart-shaped, about the size of a child's list. A dewy droplet of clear moisture leaked from his fat glans, glistening like a bead of transparent mercury.
"Now it's Daddy's turn, bitch!" Rupert snarled thickly. "Daddy's gonna get something for all the trouble he put into raising you, you Goddamn cocksuckin' whore!"
He took off his cap long enough to peel out of his tight tank top tee shirt. Tossing this garment onto the bed, he plopped the cap down on his bullet-shaped head and stood mightily in front of his kneeling daughter.
His powerful legs were splayed apart. His pants and undershorts were bunched around his boots. He flexed his huge muscles, and Glenda shuddered, watching them bulge like belts and slopes of steel beneath his hot, hairy flesh.
The tie still dangled from Glenda's neck, laying between her healthy knockers. Rupert grabbed the end of the tie and jerked on it roughly, dragging Glenda forward.
He pulled her towards a big armchair in the corner of the room, forcing Glenda to scramble frantically forward on her knees to keep from choking. When he reached the chair, Rupert sat on it, splaying his knees wide, jerking Glenda up between his legs.
"Suck Daddy's beefy man-breasts, Glenda!" Rupert ordered harshly, gripping a handful of her hair and shoving her face against his heaving chest.
Glenda moaned hoarsely, greedily mouthing and lapping at the furry mounds of her father's flexing pectorals. His paps grew rigid as hot rubber rivets as she circled them with her warm lips and suckled like a baby.
"Uh huh! Milk on Daddy's pecs, Princess! Yeah! Nurse on my beefy tits, you fuckin' whore!" Rupert snarled thickly.
He clamped his sweaty paws around the full, creamy mounds of Glenda's boobs, kneading them roughly, scraping his thumbs over the exposed buds of her nipples.
Lifting one arm, he dragged Glenda's gasping face up beneath it, smothering her in the sweaty hollow.
"Suck your father's hot armpit, cunt! Suck it clean!" Rupert muttered thickly.
Glenda gurgled, the blasting heat of his pungent armpit swamping her senses, making her eyes and mouth water with bitch passion. Sluttishly, the handcuffed red-head licked her father's hairy armpit, tangling her taster in the thick, greasy fur, savoring the tangy, smoky flavor which burned in her mouth.
Farrell's chest was heaving violently as he panted with lustful excitement. He twisted his fingers in his daughter's hair and roughly jerked her head down between his legs.
"Now it's time, Glenda!" he roared harshly. "It's time to wrap those hot red lips of yours around your Daddy's bull-meat!"