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Name: Tracey Carter
Age: 18

God she was high!

Tracey could only giggle at the thought. She thought she was quiet, sneaking back upstairs after attending a really raunchy party at the house of a friend's friend's friend.

Earlier that evening, Tracey was sent to her room right after dinner because she and her father had gotten into an argument..they seemed to be arguing more and more lately. It was mainly because her father had been working a lot lately and her mother had left the family just months prior.

Tonight wasn't even planned, but Tracey had gotten a text from her best friend who invited her to a party. Of course, she could have stayed but she had been so upset with her father, she didn't care if she was grounded or not, she was going to that damn party tonight!

Now it was near 2 AM and she was trying to sneak back upstairs. It was a good thing the next day was going to be Saturday. She would at least have the chance to sleep in. Hopefully sleep in until after her father left for work.
 
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Michael Carter had gone up to his daughter Tracey's room to bid her goodnight, and of course had discovered that she was gone. That little shit! he thought. Sneaking out! So he did the only logical thing at that point, which was to go through all her things!

He rifled through the drawers in her desk, the random purses laying around, her backpack for school. He looked under her bed, under the mattress, and went through her closet.

Mostly he found typical high school girl stuff, and he didn't bother reading her notes to friends, although he was tempted...

He got distracted by the roach clip, the half-burnt joints, the glass hashpipe, the coke cutting card and snorting straw and spoon...

And, jackpot. Bag of weed. Bag of cocaine.

Michael sniffed, memories of his wild youth flooding back to him in an instant. He stuck a pinky finger in the bag of coke and scooped a bit out, and tasted it. His eyes went wide, and quick. "Wow, good stuff."

He looked to the weed, opened the bag, took a sniff, and almost immediately sneezed. "Holy shit!" he said, and went about packing a bowl.

By the time he heard Tracey try to sneak in, he was quite high... and still in her room.
 
The only other noise Tracey made was when she dropped her keys at the top of the stairs and she whispered a curse.

That of course, made her giggle. Her head was totally swimming in the high of the ecstasy pill she had taken about 15 minutes before she got home. So right now, she was aware enough to know that she had to be quiet and quick by getting to her room and locking the door.

As Tracey reached for the door knob on her door, she held her breath because her door liked to squeak at the most inconvenient times! Her room was dimly lit, a few scattered nightlights were all that illuminated and gave it a soft glow. She closed the door behind her and locked it. Turning to lean against the door, she adjusted her almost there dress...a slinky little number that she had bought with out her father's knowledge.

With a sigh of relief, the X pill started to take more affect on her and she stumbled toward her bed, not seeing her father at her desk, waiting for her.....
 
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Michael's thoughts had run rampant while he awaited his daughter's return. The minutes had dragged on, and numerous lines of coke had disappeared up his nose. It felt good to snort that shit after so long, taking him back to the wild days of his own youth.

But mostly, he was angry with his daughter. He couldn't help but wonder how long she had been sneaking out like this, just under his nose!

He watched curiously as she entered her room, not seeing him there. Of course she was wearing a tiny, skimpy dress he would never approve of, and he could tell from her walk she was drunk, or stoned, or high, or, more likely, all of the above.

"You are so very grounded, little girl," he said, flipping on the desk lamp beside him, the light already strategically placed to shine right on all the lines of coke he had spread out...
 
Tracey screamed when she heard her father's voice and suddenly, the light on her desk turning on!

Of course, had she not been inebriated then perhaps she would've have seen her things strewn around the room in a haphazard manner....and her purse! She saw all the contents on the floor by her desk.

Had she not been high and had the X pill she'd taken earlier not taken full effect, she would've have been mad at her father but right now, she only felt good. With a giggle, she looked at her father and smiled, "Hey Daddy...how are you?!" The skirt of her dress had ridden up against her thighs, showing off her toned legs.
 
Michael smirked when she screamed, and looked her up and down in that slinky little dress.

"How am I?" he replied. "I'm a little upset, to be honest." He motioned to the coke spread out on the desk, and the baggie of weed and all the paraphenalia with it. "I thought you were better than this, Tracey," he scolded her. He sniffed, stray coke bouncing up his nose.
 
Despite how she was feeling, Tracey rolled her eyes and could only shrug, "Yeah well, I thought you were better too Daddy. Apparently Mom thought the same thing which is why she left?!" She told him accusingly.

She held onto the post of her bed for balance. Of course, had she not been high as a kite, then she would have reacted differently to what her father found. But right now, she just didn't care. "You remember you did this stuff too Daddy? You told me stories so don't try to play innocent!" She laughed.
 
Now she was pissing him off, pushing his buttons like always. This was why they fought so much. He stood up, anger building quickly.

"You'll watch your tongue, girl," he growled. "I was young and stupid. We tried to raise you better than all this shit."

He looked back at the coke spread out on the desk. "You want to party, huh?" He grabbed her arm and pulled her, stumbling, to the desk. "We'll have a little party then," he said. He took her purse from her. This would be a dangerous game to play with her, but he had to teach her a lesson that would stick.

"Snort a line."
 
Tracey cried out when her father grabbed her arm. Her heels clicking hard on the floor as she was dragged to her desk.

"Snort a line."

With the pot she had smoked earlier, along with the beer and then the X pill, Tracey was pushing her limit but yet again, she didn't care. She glared at her father and yanked the straw from his hand...she was going to show him that she wasn't going to be pushed around by him anymore!

Leaning over the desk was hard just because it was hard to keep her balance! She looked briefly at the line of coke and realized it was a longer line than what she would have cut, but she didn't say a thing. Instead, she placed the straw in her nose and exhaled before taking in the entire line of coke!

Immediately, the shot of coke burned her nose and it was the pop of a bubble as the chemicals took their effects, causing Tracey to stumble against her father! "Are you fucking happy?!" she spat, her words slurring...
 
"Not even close," he said, wiping her spit off him and sneering. He sat down in her desk chair and pulled her towards him again. "I haven't had to spank you since you were twelve... Apparently I never should have stopped!" He pulled her stumbling body into his lap, so she was face down and bent over him. He grabbed the hem of the short dress and yanked it up, revealing the barely-there black thong she was wearing. Slut! he thought, upon seeing it there, and his hand came up and then down hard, swatting her firm young round butt!
 
What her father said didn't register to Tracey's brain until her father pulled her down across his boxer clad lap. She squirmed against him, "Daddy! No!!" She cried out.

That's when she felt it. The hard slap of his hand meeting her on her ass cheeks, making her scream in pain! He was holding her down good but that didn't stop her from writhing against him! Another slap and another scream, now she was crying, "Daddy, please stop!"
 
He gave her one more swat on the ass before releasing her. He was terrified to realize that her squirming about in his lap, with those luscious teenage tits rubbing his leg, had caused his dick to stiffen a bit. He coughed and let her go.

"Now do another two lines. Let's see how hardcore you really are," he demanded, pulling her pack of smokes out of her purse. He lit up two of them and gave her one.
 
A few tears were streaming down her face, messing up her eye make up, which again, her father didn't like her wearing. She truly looked like a whore on the floor, looking up at her father.

Getting on her knees, she pulled herself to the desk and yanked the straw from him, and expertly did two more lines, alternating from one nostril to the other.

Her ass hurt something fierce but she didn't cry anymore. Instead, the drugs seemed to ease the pain and suddenly the room started to spin from the two hits she had taken. "Oh shit..." she said and half leaned, half fell against her desk. "You fuck Daddy..." she whispered, "...I thought you loved me?"
 
"I do love you Tracey, very much. It hurts me to have to do this. But you need to learn this lesson the hard way, apparently." He looked down at her, pity in his eyes for a moment. But then he sniffed and realized he wanted more of that coke. He rolled his chair to the desk and quickly snorted up his own line. He took a finger to some of it and then spread it around in his mouth.

"Go downstairs and get the vodka bottle," he demanded of her, and started loading up the hashpipe with weed.
 
With a hard sigh, Tracey pulled herself up to standing position, leaning heavily against her desk. The drugs were taking full effect now...very full effect. She could have not obeyed but instead, she staggered to her door and tried to pull it open...it wouldn't open!

Then, with a giggle, she remembered she had locked it. It then took several tries for her to unlock it finally and then walked down the stairs, carefully of course by hanging on to the banister.

It seemed to take forever but soon she returned back to her room with the bottle and held it forward to her father.

"Here....Daddy..." the smoke from the weed he was smoking filled the room.
 
Michael watched her as she messed with the door, and finally stumble out. Lightweight, he thought to himself, taking the pipe and sparking it up, taking a deep hit. The weed felt good fogging his mind, and he enjoyed the moment of peace. Suddenly, though, he heard a melody come from his daughter's purse. Her cell phone going off. He fetched it and opened it up and read the text message.

He should have been shocked at what he read, but after the events so far this evening, he wasn't at all. The message was of a highly sexual nature, from a guy labeled "Johnny" in her phone. He scrolled through and read some more of the back and forth his daughter had shared with him.

So this is what "sexting" is, he thought. He looked deeper into the phone's history, and quickly discovered Johnny wasn't the only one she was sending naughty messages to.

Oh, and pictures. In her underwear, some nude, some X-rated...

She came back in and offered him the bottle. He took it but didn't drink. Instead he handed her the pipe. "Smoke it. Finish that bowl," he said, unscrewing the top of the vodka bottle. He took a shot from it as he watched her.

Images of her naked pictures flashed through his mind. She had quite the body. He couldn't help but for his thoughts to stray there, as much as he tried to stop them. When he looked at her now, he saw the sexual creature she truly was...
 
Luckily there was only about 3 puffs left in the bowl because as it was, Tracey was already flying high...higher than she'd ever been.

She took a puff and inhaled like an expert, letting the smoke collect in her lungs and sit there for a while before huffing it out. Absentmindedly, she moved a hand her ass and rubbed it.

What her father found in her found were messages from guys she had never met. None were from high school, most were found on craigslist and were all older men. She secretly liked older men...the boys in her class were just immature and not her type at all. What may have been surprising was that she was still a virgin but for what she lacked in experience made up for what she had seen and read about online.
 
"There are some very naughty, dirty messages on this phone of yours," he said, taking the pipe from her when she finished it. "I may have to confiscate your phone for a while, til I know you've changed your ways and I can trust you again." He handed her the bottle.

"Take a couple shots. I'm sure a wild party girl like you knows how to down some vodka..."
 
With a dirty look, she took the bottle from him and took a swig. The liquid burned as it went down her throat. It didn't help that she just had a lot of weed....

"I do know how...*****bably better than you would know how to raise a family!"

She took another shot and shoved the bottle back toward him...it was like a Mexican standoff, both father and daughter staring at each other. Tracey knew she had crossed the line with that last part but her 'common sense' was long gone after that long line of coke.
 
He glowered at her and took the bottle from her, set it down on the table, and promptly grabbed her again and pulled him across his lap yet again!

"Time you learned some manners, Tracey," he said with a grunt, revealing her ass cheeks again and giving each a good firm swat! He hardly noticed his rapidly hardening prick beneath her as she squirmed in his lap. He reached over and scooped up some of the coke on a finger and then shoved it into his daughter's mouth! "Have some more!" he said!
 
Tracey again tried to pull away. She was basically unaware of her father's growing erection as her breasts rubbed against his groin. She struggled with each slap he delivered. "Daddy! Stop!!" She screamed.

Of course, she could scream all she wanted to, they were at the end of the block where two houses next to theirs was empty. Other than that, it was a pretty desolate neighborhood.

When she tasted the coke, she winced and relaxed someone. She could feel her thong, what was barely there, had started to grow damp...damp from the spankings and then she found herself sticking her ass out toward her father's hand.....
 
Her screams told Michael that he was getting to her, but he wasn't even close to done with her.

He noticed her butt come up to meet his spankings, and couldn't help but wonder if that was her arousal he could smell through all the weed smoke in the room.

He brought his hand down on her ass again, and then again. The slaps rang out in the small room, and Michael's cock grew harder and harder underneath her.

"More coke for you, party girl!" he said, scooping up some more in his finger and force-feeding it into her mouth!
 
Tracey welcomed the coke in her mouth from her father's finger. She leaned into it as he pulled away, her mouth sucking on his finger and she let out a little moan while doing so.

Again, she stuck her ass up higher...and spread her legs...."Mmm...Daddy..." she whispered it, not realizing she had done so...
 
"God, that's it, suck on it," Michael said, the words falling out of his mouth before he realized what he'd said. He was shocked at himself, and hoped his daughter was so high she wouldn't realize what he'd said!

His hand came up and he spanked her once more, his hand this time landing right betwixt her spreading legs, and his fingers lingered, digging into the tiny, wettened thong...
 
With a moan, Tracey sucked her father's finger eagerly. At least she had some practice at sucking and giving head, but that's about where her sexual experience ended...

She gasped when she felt her father's finger touching her...her reaction was to push herself against his finger as her mouth sucked harder and she worked her tongue around the tip of his finger.
 
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