Instagram Cutie’s Mind Controlled Romp 1: Daughter Becomes a Daddy Slut
Introduction:
A daughter is mind-controlled by instagram comments into being a daddy slut!
Chapter One: Daughter Becomes a Daddy Slut
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2020
Notes: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!
“Here you go,” Dad said, tossing me my phone.
I gasped and scrambled to catch it. My hands grabbed the iPhone rose-hued aluminum case. I fumbled, fear rushing through my body as I fought to keep from dropping it. I pinned it to my breasts beneath the tight, pink tank top I wore. My heart pounding hard.
“Dad!” I shrieked. “Don’t throw it.”
“Oh, yeah, sorry,” he said, shrugging. “But it should work. The battery was just loose. Must have happened on the flight. See.”
I looked down and touched the button. To my absolute delight, the phone turned on. There was my lock screen with the thumbprint scanner. I pressed it and… All my notifications. My apps were all alive. I let out a shudder of relief.
“Oh, thank you, Daddy!” I squealed, my anger at him for throwing the phone melting away. It worked. My life wasn’t over.
I threw myself at my father, pressing my nineteen-year-old body into his. He grunted in surprise as I hugged him tight and kissed him on the cheek. I squealed again and then broke away from him. I spun around.
“You are a life saver, Daddy!” I said.
“I am?” he said. He looked down at himself. “I didn’t think I was a hard, fruit-flavored candy shaped like a ring.”
I blinked at him then I groaned. “No one likes dad jokes!”
He chuckled. “Glad the phone works. Do you need anything? I’m going out to the grocery store to get some stuff. Want to come?”
I shook my head. “I just want to get settled in.” I looked around at his penthouse. My new home for the summer. “You know, acclimated.”
“Okay,” he said, smiling at me. “I’m glad you’re staying with me, Shanice.”
“Yeah,” I lied.
My parents were divorced. Had been since I was ten. Dad had moved to the west coast for work two years ago, and I’d hardly got to see him. Oh, he called and texted and sent me gifts. He always paid his child support. And then, out of the blue, Mom hit me with remarrying. She packed me off to my dad’s for the summer so she could go on honeymoon with Peter.
He was such a slimy guy. I wouldn’t mind, but all my friends were out in North Carolina. And here I was, stuck in California. I mean, I should be thrilled to be on the West Coast, but I didn’t know anyone out here. I guessed I could meet people hanging out on the beach, but I had left my friends behind. Lily and Veronica and I’d miss the most. We’d talk about boys.
I sighed and looked around the penthouse apartment that he owned. It was spacious and open. There was a large bank of glass windows that looked out at the beach and the Pacific Ocean. The furniture wasn’t bad, though there were no real decorations. It was so austere and sterile. Like no one really lived here. My bedroom was just a disaster. I had Venetian blinds. No real curtains. No posters. No little knickknacks.
All the stuff that decorated my room was back in my real bedroom. I had just my two suitcases of clothes and my carry-on. That was it. I barely could fit five pairs of shoes.
Five!
Well, I had to make the best of it. So I stood before the window, thrust my phone on my selfie stick, and posed. I put on a pouty thrust to my lower lip and snapped the first pic. It flashed on the screen. There was my blonde hair falling around my youthful face. I had on a light amount of makeup, something light and playful. You couldn’t tell I had flown all day. My blue eyes sparkled and my plump lips looked great in my soft-pink lipstick. They had a glossy sheen to them. My tank top molded to my round breasts. I wore a pair of jean shorts that hugged my ass and left my lithe legs bare.
Then I did another shot, holding up my fingers in the peace sign and beamed.
SNAP!
You could see the ocean behind me. I hummed and then I flounced onto Dad’s white couch, my back arced, blonde hair spilling over the back. I held the phone up and gave a sultry look and snapped another pic.
It was always fun taking selfies. I dashed to the kitchen and hopped up on the island, sitting on the granite countertop next to an induction stove. I had my legs kicking out as I snapped this picture, winking at the camera.
I darted through the apartment, snapping a pick leaning against the bathroom room counter, my dresser, and even one where I was laying on my dad’s bed, the camera staring down at me. He had a better comforter. Mine was so ugly. I had to get a new one.
I rolled off and started putting together my Instagram story with the pics. I hummed as I typed, lying on my belly on my bed. Dad came home from getting the groceries. He peeked his head in as I typed.
“You can’t just barge in here,” I said, not even looking at him. “I’m nineteen, Dad, not a little girl. I could have been changing.”
“Oh, yeah, sorry,” he said. “Just checking in on you.”
I rolled my eyes, still typing away. “I’m good. I was taking selfies.”
“Posting them on your Instagram page?”
I froze. Did Dad know about my page? Had he seen my pictures? Oh, god, I talked about things my parents didn’t need to know about there. It wasn’t like I even did it under my real name but as @shanicutie. “How do you know about that?”
“Your mother said you are always taking pictures,” he said, smiling. “Don’t you kids put them on Instagram.” He paused. “Or is it snaptalk.”
“Snapchat,” I muttered. “It’s something like that.” I hit upload. “Did you need something?”
“No, no. Dinner’s going to be in an hour. Going to make some teriyaki chicken.”
“You cook?” I asked, blinking.
“Your ol’ man had to learn to fend for himself,” he said, chuckling. “You want to help.”
“Nope.”
“Okay, okay.” He hesitated. “You, uh, doing okay, Shanice?”
“Yep.”
The first comment appeared. “Cute pics,” said @naughtyblossom. That was my friend Lily. “You look adorable on the bed. It’s pretty big.”
“My dad’s bed,” I typed without thought. “The comforter on the bed I’m lying on is nasty. It’s brown. Who makes brown sheets?”
“Yuck.”
Dad sighed and wandered off as I read the comment underneath. “Daddy’s girl!” @nicanica typed. That was Veronica.
I giggled and replied, “I suppose so.”
Seeing my friends’ comments had me feeling good about living here. This wouldn’t be so bad. I was with my dad for the first time in so many years. A daddy girl should be around her father. Now I would get to see him all the time and not just get those cards and talks on the phone. We could do daddy and daughter things like… like… I don’t know, go shopping. Or maybe go on a hike. We were in California. Maybe we could go to Sea World or something.
No, wait, Sea World was that evil place with the whales or something. I thought I was supposed to hate that.
“I bet you’re such a daddy girl you love cooking for him,” said @devinator. That was Devin, this cute guy at my school that I had wanted to hook up with.
“Of course,” I said and rolled out of bed. “Going to go make teriyaki chicken for him!”
I rolled out of bed, slipping my phone into my pocket, and hummed as I darted out of my room. Why was I in my bedroom? I should be hanging out with my daddy. I flounced down the hallway, humming happily, and burst into the kitchen. Dad was cutting the chicken into strips, humming away. He had soy sauce, brown sugar, and canned pineapples beside him. On the counter was a rice cooker that was on.
“Hey, Daddy, let me help!” I said. “I’m a great cook. Mom taught me all her stuff.”
“Help?” he asked in surprise. “Oh, yeah, sure. I don’t mind.”
I squealed in delight and then flung my arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. He grunted, his hands thrust out to the side, one holding the knife, the other smeared in chicken juices. He stood stiffly.
“Uh… Shanice?” he asked.
“What?” I asked, beaming at him. “What’s so weird about a daughter helping her daddy cook?”
“Nothing, I guess,” he said. “Go wash your hands, and… Uh… you can start dicing the vegetables. We’re going to steam them.”
“Sure!” I said and broke away from him.
I thrust my hands beneath the faucet and hummed. It was so much fun cooking with him. I paused to snap pictures of us cooking together. Daddy grinned. He was a tall guy with dark hair and wings of gray sweeping down the side. He had that California fitness about him and had a great tan. I hadn’t really noticed that when I had arrived.
“Daddy girl alert,” @devinator commented as I uploaded the first series of pics of us cooking.
“Big time!” I answered as I waited for the vegetables to finish steaming. “I’m so glad to be living with my daddy.”
“Such a handsome daddy,” @naughtyblossom said, throwing a winky emoji.
“Back off, he’s my daddy,” I said, glancing at him. He was a handsome guy. He was watching the chicken cooking on the stove, frying the strips in the teriyaki sauce we made out of soy sauce, brown sugar, and the pineapple juice. Hunks of pineapple were in the sauce, too.
“You don’t get between a daddy’s girl and her father, @naughtyblossom,” @pussycatlover said. That was Lee, this cute guy that I had hooked up with at the spring fling dance during my senior year of high school two days after I turned eighteen. He went down on me. It had been amazing.
“That’s right!” I typed and added a winky emoji.
After we had dinner plated, the teriyaki chicken on brown rice drizzled in more of the sauce with the steam vegetables on it, I snapped a pic of our plates side-by-side and captioned it, “Ta-Da!!!!”
I was showered with compliments. I was so glad I had come out to help Daddy cook. I would help him cook every meal, just the way a daddy’s girl should. We sat down at the counter to eat, side-by-side on stools. You could stare out at the ocean from here.
“Did your daddy love it?” asked @machoc. That was this guy named Curtis. I didn’t know him that well, but he had found my Instagram page somehow. He took photos of himself. He was some sort of bodybuilder.
Real hot.
“How was it, Daddy?” I asked, our plates nearly clear.
“Delicious,” he said. “Thanks for the help.”
Such joy burst through me as I typed, “He loved it!”
“I bet he loves everything you serve him,” said @shaneroberts12. That was Shane, another guy from my school.
“Of course he does,” I typed.
All in all, my first day had gone well. Daddy and I watched some Netflix—I made him suffer through one of the Netflix original teen romance movies which were all so cheesy and yet I loved them anyway. We had mint chocolate ice cream. Then I was feeling jet lagged. I was three hours behind North Carolina and begged off to bed.
I changed into my nightie. I didn’t need to open my window since the AC was amazing. I tore off that ugly, brown comforter glad the sheets were boring white beneath, and stretched out on them. I checked my phone one last time.
“I bet you dress sexily around your daddy,” @machoc commented.
“Oh, yeah, Daddy girls always dress like sluts around their daddies,” @antonmax had replied. Anton was a guy that Lily knew. “Always dress like cockteases and make their daddies so uncomfortable.”
I blushed. “Guilty,” I typed. “I was wearing jean shorts and a tank top all day. Poor daddy. I was so cute, and he can’t touch me.”
I turned my phone off, lay on my pillow, and smiled as I sank down into dreams.
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I had to pick the perfect outfit to wear the next morning. It had to be so teasing. I went with a tight belly shirt that hugged my breasts. The fabric was slightly transparent. I should wear a bra with it otherwise you could see my nipples.
But I was a daddy’s girl. And we were all cockteases for our poor daddies. Just driving them nuts. It was mean of us since our daddies couldn’t touch us, but it was what we did. I mean, what girl didn’t like a handsome man staring at her?
And Daddy was so handsome. I hadn’t realized that until yesterday. He had those distinguished wings of gray streaking his dark hair and that fit body. Muscular and strong. He beat a lot of the guys at my school in the ass department, too.
I went with a flirty, pleated skirt that I rolled up at the waistband twice so that it barely covered my ass. A purple thong hugged my waist, peeking out the back and cupping my pussy. I was so excited for this.
I burst out of the bedroom and skipped down the hallway to start making breakfast for Daddy. I perused his kitchen and found some pancake mix. I took a selfie of me once the ingredients were out, captioning it, “Teasing Daddy and Cooking Him Breakfast.”
The comments were all from the guys. @devinator, @shaneroberts123, @machoc, @pussycatlover, and @antonmax showered me in praise while @naughtyblossom and @nicanica were shocked that I was dressed like that around my father.
“I can see your nipples,” @nicanica typed.
“I know! It’ll tease him so badly!” I answered.
This was so much fun.
Daddy came out, yawning. He blinked to see me cooking. Then he blinked again as he saw what I was wearing. He was in boxers and a tank top. He did a double-take. His eyes looked me up and down. His jaw dropped.
“Jesus, Shanice, what are you wearing?” he croaked.
“Do you like it?” I asked, cocking my hip and letting my skirt flutter. My round breasts jiggled in my top, so perky with their youthful perfection. “I love it.”
“This… You’re…” He shook his head again, his eyes so wide with the shock of it. “I can see you’re… You can’t wear this.”
“Why not?” I asked and sauntered coquettishly. “It’s just around the house. I wouldn’t wear this outside. You’re my daddy. So you don’t count.”
Then I hugged him, pressing my body against his strong body, and kissed him on the cheek very near his mouth. I could feel him groan and something hard swelling in his boxers. I fought off my giggles.
Cock-tease successful.
I flounced away from him, my skirt flaring up. I hoped he caught a glimpse of my naked asscheeks as I rushed to the stove and started pouring the pancake mix onto the griddle. He rubbed at his cheek where I kissed him, and then he glanced down at his crotch.
“I, uh, have to pee.” He darted off.
“Daddy loved my outfit so much,” I typed. “Got a big rise out of him.”
“Bet he had to go to the bathroom to rub one out,” @machoc typed.
“He did have to excuse himself,” I said, adding a winky face. “Poor daddy.”
I had plated the pancakes by the time Daddy came back. He had a pink tinge to his cheeks and was wearing a pair of jogging shorts. He stared down at my tits again. I smiled at him, stretching my back and thrusting out my firm boobies at him.
“Breakfast is done!” I announced.
“Uh-huh,” he said. “When did you…?”
“What, Daddy?” I asked.
“Uh, grow up and start cooking?”
“I’m nineteen,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I’m not a little girl any longer. I’m a big girl now.” I bounced on my heels which made other parts of me bounce beneath my tight, sheer top.
My nipples throbbed against the fabric.
We ate breakfast, and I asked daddy to show me around town. He stared at what I was wearing. I knew I would have to change before he let me out of the house. There was no daddy in the world who would want others to see his daughter dressed like this.
Which is why I loved my daddy! He always looked out for me and cared for me.
I put a bra on, a nice black one that bled nicely through my belly shirt, and let my skirt roll down so it fell farther down to my thigh. I hugged my daddy and snapped a pic of us then dropped it on Instagram as we headed out.
We went shopping, of course. I needed curtains and a comforter. Plus Daddy bought me these strappy sandals that were just so cute on my feet. I snapped some pics of that, too. We did some sightseeing, including gong to the aquarium where we got some ice cream. I got vanilla, that was just my favorite, and. It was so yummy. I “accidentally” forgot I had some on my lips when I snapped a selfie.
I knew it would make me look adorable. So I posted it.
“That looks like your daddy’s cum on your face,” @machoc typed.
“Oh, my god, it does,” @shaneroberts123 added.
“Yuck, you guys are grouse,” @naughtyblossom said.
“It’s just ice cream, guys,” I said, feeling naughty. A tingle ran through my pussy. Cum? I could sort of see it. “Sorry, pervs!”
“Bet you wish it was your daddy’s cum the way you’ve been draping over him,” @nicanica typed. It had a catty vibe. Was Veronica jealous my daddy was so handsome and hers was fat and balding?
“Maybe,” I typed to hers. It would be cool if it was Daddy’s cum. That would be impossible.
“You’ve been sucking his cock since you got there, haven’t you, @shanicutie,” @machoc said.
“Of course not,” I said and shuddered. Why hadn’t I been sucking my daddy’s cock since I got here? He was such a hunk.
“Daddy girls suck dick all the time,” @machoc said.
My pussy clenched as I sat there.
“You ready to go?” Dad asked, slipping his phone in his pocket. He stretched his back, looking so fit and sexy in his t-shirt.
“Yeah, Daddy,” I said, my pussy on fire.
As we headed back to his penthouse in the car, I started thinking about it. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. I licked my lips, my tongue caressing over them wishing to lick up the salty cum that would splatter my face. I wasn’t a fan of giving blowjobs, but he was my daddy.
And I was a daddy’s girl.
I should have been sucking his dick since I got here. It was so bad of me not to. I had to fix that. We arrived at the apartment. Daddy got the bags with the new comforter and my curtains out of the trunk, holding them in his strong arms. We headed into the elevator and I couldn’t help but push against him as we stood there.
I wiggled my rump into his crotch.
“Uh… Shanice, what are you doing?” he asked, taking a step back.
I chased him. “What, Daddy?” I asked looking over my shoulder. He bumped into the back of the elevator car and had nowhere to go. I rubbed my ass right into his crotch. “Just playing around. Is something wrong?”
“No,” he said, voice tight.
I felt him swelling hard. That erection was back. I turned my daddy on. I had to do something about that. I had to suck his cock and make it all better. Just how a daddy’s girl should take care of her hunky father. He was so handsome. When did older guys get so sexy?
When had Daddy?
God, I was glad that Mom married dumb Peter. She could go boff his brains out wherever. I didn’t care. Be a whore. I was with daddy. This was where I belonged. I didn’t need to go back home at all. I just needed to wiggle my cute ass into daddy’s cock.
“You really should stop that,” he panted. “You’re not a kid any longer.”
“No,” I purred, throwing a sultry look over my shoulder. “I’m not, Daddy. I’m all grown up. Nineteen and sexy.”
“Jesus,” he panted. “Shanice, what has gotten into you?”
The elevator dinged and opened onto the penthouse apartment. You needed a special key to get up to this level. I smiled and then I turned around and fell to my knees right there. I grabbed his shorts and tugged them down.
“Shanice!” he shouted in panic as I came face to face with his boxers tented by his dick. “What the fuck?”
“You’re hard, Daddy,” I moaned, my pussy on fire. I shoved my hand through the fly of his boxers and pulled him out. He gaped at me. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll love you, Daddy.”
I swallowed the tip of his cock. He groaned, his face twisting in pleasure. The bags fell from his hand. The elevator doors started to close. He cursed and smacked a button. A buzzing alarm rang as his face twisted in pleasure.
I nursed on him with hunger. I wanted to give my daddy the best blowjob in the world. He would just cum and cum and cum. He would love every moment of it. I sucked with passion on his cock, my head bobbing, sliding my mouth up and down his thick shaft.
“Shanice,” he groaned, his face twisting. “Fuck, this is wrong. You have to stop. You’re my daughter.”
I winked at him and kept sucking, my blonde hair spilling around my face. This was so hot. So exciting. I had my daddy’s cock in my mouth. My pussy felt so juicy, my thong struggling to contain my excitement. My cheeks hollowed as I stared up at Daddy.
His expression twisted in confused pleasure. He ran a hand over his face. His chest rose and fell, grunts echoing through the elevator. I suckled on him, nursing with hunger. The naughty slurping noises reverberated around us, too.
It was so hot. So naughty. Just what a daddy’s girl was supposed to do.
My tongue danced around the tip of his cock. His dick throbbed in my mouth. He pulsed as I sucked on him. I nursed with hunger on this amazing cock. I loved suckling. Nursing. My cheeks hollowed as I worshiped his dick.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he panted. “Shanice, you have to stop.”
I winked at him again. He didn’t want me to stop. He was stronger than me. I couldn’t do this to him unless he wanted me to do it.
Drool ran over my chin as I sucked and slurped. I worshiped his cock with all my might. I sucked on him. Slurped on him. I pleasured his cock with everything that I had. Every ounce of passion that was in me. It was incredible to enjoy. I nursed on him with hunger.
I bobbed my head. I suckled. Slurped. I loved my daddy, nursing on him with everything that I had. It was a wonderful sensation to enjoy. His cock throbbed in my mouth. He pulsed with his heartbeat. I loved the feeling of him.
I bobbed up and down his dick.
I caressed his spongy crown with my tongue.
His precum tasted amazing.
I wanted his cum.
“Shanice!” he panted.
I moaned around his cock and sucked harder. I bobbed my head with every bit of passion I head. I slid my lips up and down his dick. I nursed up him. His cock throbbed in my mouth. It was so much fun. My hips wiggled back and forth, my pussy feeling so juicy.
I would masturbate so hard when I finished. Just have a huge climax. A mighty burst of rapture that would shower out of my naughty pussy. I suckled with all my passion on his cock, the flavor of his precum building.
“Shanice, you have to stop,” he panted. “This… it’s going… I’m going to… Oh, god. I’m going to… to… Fuck!”
His cum fired into my mouth.
My pussy clenched so hard I almost climaxed from the force. His jizz splashed against the back of my throat. I gulped it down, but there was so much that it overflowed my mouth. It was so yummy. Daddy-cum beat out every boy’s spunk I had swallowed.
“Oh, god,” he groaned, his head smacking back into the elevator. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
I swallowed every drop I could. I loved the warmth spilling down my esophagus to my stomach. I groaned, nursing hard to draw it out. His cock pulsed one last time and then he went dry. No more jizz for me to enjoy.
I slid my mouth off and panted, “There you are, Daddy!”
With cum dripping down my chin, I put his cock back into his boxers and patted his crotch. Then I drew up his shorts as he just stood there stunned. He panted, his chest rising and falling, his face flushed from his climax.
“That just…” he said, stunned.
I stood up and stepped into the apartment. I whipped out my phone and took a selfie of me beaming with Daddy’s cum on my face. I licked it off my lips, and then I rushed to my bedroom to masturbate. On the way, I uploaded it, typing fast.
“Had more ice cream with daddy,” I captioned it, “and made a bit of a mess!”
I hit upload and then flung myself on my bed. I hiked my skirt and thrust my thong to the side. I rubbed at my pussy with my right hand, my left holding my phone tight. I groaned, savoring the delight of sliding my digits up and down my pussy.
“Uh, that doesn’t look like ice cream,” @naughtyblossom said.
That made me rub at my clit harder. My pussy clenched. My legs quivered as I whimpered. My breasts rose and fell as I rolled my clit between my fingers. The pleasure built and built at the naughty comment.
“That’s your dad’s cum on your lips,” typed @machoc. “Admit it, @shanicutie.”
I sent him a winky face emoji and then licked up more of the jizz that remained on my lips. The salty flavor sizzled across my taste buds.
I exploded.
My orgasms surged through me. The pleasure was incredible. It rushed through me so fast as I relived sucking his cock. The comments were exploding on my phone as I shuddered through my orgasm. The pleasure was intense. Amazing. I whimpered and moaned, hitting the peak of my climax. I hovered there for several glorious seconds.
It was such a powerful cum, I found myself slipping into a nap, just lying there, dozing and thinking about sucking Daddy’s cock. How amazing it was. How delicious his cum tasted. It was incest, but it was okay. Daddy girls sucked their fathers’ dicks.
And it wasn’t like Daddy and I had sex. That old president from the 90s or something said oral wasn’t real sex. So it wasn’t really incest. I would never do that. What if I got pregnant or something?
But I could suck his cock all day long.
I must have dozed for about an hour when a soft knock wrapped my door. “Honey, we have to talk.”
“Mmm, come in,” I said, forgetting that my skirt was pulled up and my thong askew.
Daddy took a step in and froze. He was staring right between my legs. I shuddered and realized he was seeing my pussy. Well, I was a teasing daddy’s girl so I just casually slid off my bed and stood up. I stretched.
“What’s up, Daddy?” I asked.
“We have to talk about what you did in the elevator,” he said, looking so uncomfortable.
“Oh, did you want me to blow you again?” I asked, seeing him getting hard from my accidental pussy flash. “No problem, Daddy.”
“Wait, no, that’s not what I…” He trailed off as I fell to my knees before him. I whipped out his cock and sucked on him.
There was something so sexy about being on my knees before my daddy and nursing on his dick. I sucked so hard. I loved him. And he rewarded me with his passion. His salty seed jetted into my mouth. I groaned and guzzled it down with such hunger.
He slid back, panting. “I… uh… That… That has to stop.”
“Why?” I asked, cum on my lips again. “You loved it, and I loved it. So what’s the big deal? It’s just a blowjob from your cute daughter.” I smiled. “I mean, I do make you hard, so it’s only fair that I’m the one who takes care of you.”
He stared at me and then he walked away, muttering to himself.
I went to Instagram. My last “ice cream” pic had blown up. There were so many comments about how I sucked my daddy’s cock and was a whore. A slut. I shuddered as I read them. Lily and Veronica were not happy with me.
“When did you become your daddy’s whore?” @naughtyblossom commented. “Are you fucking him?”
“Of course not,” I typed back to my friend. “Just blowing him. I’m sorry my dad’s hot, and I turn him on. I have to take care of him. I’m a daddy’s girl.”
“You’re fucking him, too! Admit it!” @naughtyblossom pressed.
“I’m not. That’s incest!”
“Daddy girls are all into incest,” @machoc typed. “They all want to fuck their daddies. A true daddy girl will get her daddy’s cock in her pussy as soon as possible. And you’re a true daddy’s girl, aren’t you, @shanicutie.”
“You’re such a sick perv, @machoc!” @naughtyblossom typed.
“I am a daddy’s girl!” I said. “I’ll prove it!”
“Yeah, you’re going to go ride your daddy’s cock tonight,” @devinator typed. “That is so hot.”
“This is fucked up,” @nicanica typed. “You want to be a daddy-slut, @shanicutie, then go be a big daddy-slut. I don’t fucking care.”
It seemed supportive but to my shock, she blocked me. Well, I didn’t care. I had my dad’s cock to ride tonight.
It had to be perfect. At night. But it wasn’t night yet.
I hummed as I set about cooking dinner. Dad was working in his study. He had to make the money. I got that. So I was cooking him just a wonderful meal. He had some great pork chops on the fridge. I hummed as I cooked, grilling them with sliced apples to give them a great deal of flavor.
I called out to daddy that dinner was ready. He wanted to eat in his office, so I dropped it off. I used leftover rice to make some fried rice to go with it, full of diced vegetables. He was impressed but stayed tucked into his desk for some reason.
What, did he think I was going to suck his dick? It was dinner time.
I watched some Netflix and ate my dinner then cleaned the kitchen. Then I set about my plan. I rushed to my bedroom and dug through my suitcases to find the perfect nightie I had packed. It was a lilac delight that fell down to just below my rump. It had opaque cloth cupping her breasts and then the transparent fabric that fell down my belly.
It was perfect. I took a pic. “Ready for bed!”
“Ready for your daddy’s cock!” typed @shaneroberts123.
“Going to get some daddy dick!” @antonmax added.
“You are such a slut!” @naughtyblossom said.
“Yep,” I typed back. “Jealous?”
I tossed my phone on my bed. Daddy had gone to bed, so this was it. This was my chance to get his cock in me. To ride his daddy dick. I was so wet and eager for it. Just so ready to feel his big cock sliding into my pussy. It would be fantastic.
I padded down the hallway to his door. I pressed my ear against it. My shaved pussy dripped juices that ran down my thighs as I quivered there. I heard the soft sounds of snoring coming from the room. The rumbling sound of a man deep in sleep.
Perfect.
I opened the door with care, wincing as the hinges squeaked for a moment. The hallway light fell on his sleeping form. He wore only his boxers, the same ones he’d had on all day. He had a hairy chest, his muscles defined and perfect. I shuddered at this wonderful passion that surged through me. I smiled and padded into the room.
My breasts jiggled in my nightie. The cloth rustled around my thighs. It was so hot. I shivered and came closer and closer to him. A tremble raced through my body. I bit my lower lip, my pussy utterly on fire.
I crawled onto the bed, so aware of his breathing. What if he woke up and kicked me out? He probably thought it was wrong for girls to fuck their fathers. It normally would be, being incest and all, but I was a daddy’s girl. We were special. We loved our fathers and wanted to make them happy. To please them in any way we could.
Cooking. Blowjobs. Fucking. We were the complete package. What every daddy should have in his daughter. I was glad that I realized I was one of them. I was so happy to be living with him. I couldn’t believe I thought this would suck.
This was the best.
My hands stroked up his thighs. I caressed his muscled flesh. My pussy clenched as the heat grew and grew. More molten rivulets of juice ran down my legs. I shuddered as my fingers reached his boxers. I stroked over the cloth and found his cock.
He was half-hard.
I licked my lips and drew him out. I ducked my head down, my blonde hair spilling around my cheeks. I licked at his shaft. I slid my tongue up and up his dick. I caressed him. I loved the feel of him against my tongue. I reached the pinnacle and flicked my tongue across the tip of his cock. I gathered up the beads of precum with the tip of my tongue.
The flavor spilled across my taste buds. It was such a treat to experience for the third time. His cock throbbed in my hand. I stroked him hard as I danced my tongue around his cock. I swirled about him, teasing him, loving him.
He groaned, his face twisting in passion. It was such a treat to watch. I loved it as my tongue slid over his slit again. He shifted in his sleep, his dick nearly at its full girth. My daddy had a big cock. I can’t believe Mom dumped him. He was amazing.
Well, I was here for him. I wouldn’t dump him. I was his girl.
I rose up and straddled him. I grabbed his cock and rubbed it against my pussy lips. I slid it back and forth, loving how he groaned in his sleep. My shaved flesh quivered. I rubbed him against my clit, sparks flaring.
“Daaaaaddddyyyyyy,” I cooed in a sing-song voice. “Wake up, Daaaaddddyyyyyy.”
“Shanice,” he muttered.
“Mmm, I have a special treat for you, Daddy,” I purred, sliding his cock right to the entrance of my pussy. If only I had been a virgin for him instead of giving it up to the boys at school for the last year. “My pussy, Daddy.”
“Shanice,” he groaned again and his eyes opened. Then he gasped in shock. “Shanice!”
“Daddy!” I moaned, and impaled myself down his cock.
He gasped and I groaned as my pussy lips slid over his manly dick. Just like my mouth had earlier, my cunt engulfed his cock. I took inch after inch of him. My back arched and breasts quivered as I swallowed more and more of his dick. He reached into me. He speared into my depths until he nuzzled against my cervix.
My pussy clenched about him as he gasped, “Shanice, no! Honey! You can’t! This is—”
“Amazing!” I moaned and flexed my thighs.
My nightie swayed about my body, my breasts jiggling beneath it, as I slid up his cock. His big dick throbbed in my twat. That amazing shaft filled it up. I groaned as I slid up him, my pussy clinging to his shaft. The friction was incredible. I reached the peak as he gasped, his back arching. His hands grabbed my hips.
“No, no, Shanice, this is wrong!” he groaned.
I impaled my cunt down his cock and moaned, “No, Daddy, it’s not! I’m your girl. Daddy’s girls can fuck their fathers. Mmm, it’s okay. We can enjoy it!”
“This is incest!” he gasped. “Illegal. Fuck, you’re my daughter!”
“I know!” I moaned, working my pussy up and down his cock. “But that’s okay. I’m your girl. I love you, Daddy. I want to please you. Satiate you. I want to do all these naughty things for you. Oh, Daddy, Daddy! I’m riding you!”
“Shanice,” he groaned, his face twisting. His hands gripped my hips. He lifted me up like he was trying to pull me off his shaft.
But I impaled my cunt down him. For a moment, he held me in place, keeping me from slamming down his girth. I gasped and squirmed. He moaned, his eyes wild. His hands tightened, but then he lost the battle. My pussy slammed down his cock.
“Fuck!” he groaned.
“Daddy!” I gasped in delight.
I worked my pussy up his cock again. I slid up him and swirled my hips. I danced my twat around his shaft, loving stirring him up. It was amazing to ride my daddy’s dick. I plunged down him, my shaved pussy lips and clit rubbing into his wiry bush. Sparks flared.
My snatch gripped his cock as I slid up him. The friction was intense and delicious. It was amazing to experience. I loved every second of riding him. Working my pussy up and down his cock. His dick stimulated my pussy.
“Oh, my god, Shanice,” he groaned. “This… I… Oh, my god.”
“I know,” I purred. “My pussy feels amazing. And your cock is awesome. You’re going to make me cum sooooooo hard, Daddy!”
I smiled down at him as I slammed my cunt down his dick. I took him to the hilt again and again. His hands stroked up my hips, sliding the silk cloth of my nightie over my skin. My breasts bounced and jiggled as his touch came closer and closer to them.
His hands slid over my titties. He squeezed them. My daddy groped my titties and made me feel so naughty. I groaned, my pussy clenching down on his dick as he massaged my tits. He worked his fingers into them, my nipples throbbing and aching.
I groaned out my delight, slamming my cock down his dick. This amazing pleasure blazed through my body. My back arched as the rapture surged through me. I gripped his shaft. I held him tight. My hips danced from side to side.
“Oh, my god, yes!” I gasped. “Daddy, daddy, do you love my pussy?”
“Shanice,” he groaned, his face twisting in delight as he squeezed my breasts through the nightie, my nipples throbbing.
“Mmm, just say it, Daddy,” I moaned, slamming my cunt down his dick. “Say how much you love my pussy.”
“I… I…” He swallowed. “I love your pussy.”
“Of course you do!” I squealed. “It’s an amazing pussy. It’s just the best. Ooh, yes, yes, and my titties. Do you love my titties?”
“I do!” he groaned, squeezing my breasts.
I shuddered, my cunt on fire as I worked my pussy up and down his dick. Such joy surged through me. Daddy loved my body. It was amazing. I savored it. This was the best thing in the world. I shuddered, my cunt squeezing down on his dick. It was awesome.
“Then let’s take off my nightie so you can see them!” I squealed.
He groaned and then he shoved the fabric over my tits. I thrust my arms up in the air so he could pull it over my head. My tits spilled out, bouncing as I squirmed, impaled on his cock. His dick rubbed against my cervix.
He was so big and thick.
I threw my nightie to the side. I groaned as he grabbed my naked breasts. He squeezed them with his strong hands. I groaned, my cunt clenching over that amazing flesh. I slammed my pussy down him. I worked my cunt up and down his dick, savoring every moment of riding him. Fucking him. This was the best delight in the world.
His thumbs rubbed at my nipples. I gasped as my daddy massaged those. My pussy clenched down on his cock. This was so awesome. So amazing. I quivered in excitement. I shuddered, working my cunt up and down his dick.
“Daddy! Daddy!” I moaned.
“Shanice!” he groaned.
“Do you love me, Daddy?” I moaned.
“I do,” he panted, his fingers pinching my nipples.
I squealed in delight. “I love you, too, Daddy!”
I rode him as fast as I could. My thighs flexed as I slid my pussy up and down his cock. This amazing pleasure surged through my body. It was awesome. I groaned, the incestuous friction that blazed in my pussy brought me closer and closer to my climax.
My blonde hair danced around my shoulders. I whimpered and moaned, the pleasure swelling in me. I squeezed my pussy around his dick, so eager for that taboo bliss to erupt in me. I groaned, coming closer and closer to climaxing on his amazing cock.
“Daddy!” I whimpered.
“Shanice!” he panted. “If you keep doing this, I’m going to cum in you.”
“Yes!” I squealed and impaled my pussy down his cock.
My clit pressed into his wiry bush. His curls caressed my bare pussy lips while his girth massaged every inch of my naughty cunt. The pleasures swirled through me. They swelled my climax. The pressure grew too much.
I exploded.
Rapturous bliss rushed out of my pussy. A mighty shock wave of ecstasy rippled through me and slammed into my mind. I groaned, sparks flaring across my vision. I bucked and groaned, my pussy going wild from the pleasure of this moment. My tits jiggled in his squeezing grip.
“Oh, Daddy, cum in me!” I begged. “Fire all that jizz in me. Just flood me. Shoot it in me. I need it, Daddy. I need your seed in me!”
“Oh, god, this is so wrong!” he growled. “This is so wrong, Shanice. But… but… Yes!”
His cum fired into my pussy. Hot spurts of jizz splashed against my cervix. Pleasure slammed into my mind. Great bursts of sparks showered over my thoughts. It sizzled in me, so hot and delicious. It was incredible to enjoy. I quivered on Daddy’s cock.
I came again.
“Oh, yes, yes, Daddy!” I gasped. “Oh, Daddy, that’s so good.”
My naughty cunt rippled and writhed around his cock. I worked out that wonderful jizz. It spilled into my snatch. I shuddered, my cunt rippling around his dick. He grunted and groaned, firing blast after blast of cum into my snatch.
He filled me up with his jizz. As he flooded me with his incestuous seed, I hit the pinnacle of my orgasm. I hovered there at the very height of ecstasy and then slumped forward into his arms. I shuddered and whimpered, rubbing my titties into his chest.
“Daddy,” I moaned and then kissed him.
He kissed me back. It was the happiest moment of my life. I was held in my daddy’s arms, his cock softening in my pussy brimming in his seed. My titties rubbed into his chest. Nipples throbbed with my excitement.
I fell asleep in his arms, so happy.
But he was gone when I woke up the next morning.
To be continued…
