“Come on, Anne, let’s go. You can start staying at my place, and we’ll figure out getting the rest of your stuff later,” he barked. Anne didn’t move; didn’t speak; didn’t even look up at him.
“Oh, so that’s how it is huh? Fine. Stay here, slut. I hope you enjoy your misery, because you know you can’t be happy without being owned, without a Master and Daddy to tell you what to do and punish you and praise you and use you like the dirty whore you are,” he sneered.
Before I could react, he turned and stalked out the door, slamming it behind him. I got up and locked the door and watched through the window as he walked down around the corner and up the road out of sight. I sat back down.
“Anne, look at me,” I said.
Anne looked up at me. I just looked at her, holding her gaze and reading her expression. The anger was gone. All that was left was embarrassment, fear, and arousal. The arousal was clear as day now. Finally, I spoke.
“First off, you are not to ever contact him again, or go near him again. And if he ever contacts you or comes near you, you are not to respond to him, you leave if he’s there physically, and you are to tell me. Second,” I sighed, “Tell me what is going on. I just heard a lot of things that I can already tell are true, and it’s very concerning. This isn’t like you. What is going on in your head?”
Anne replied, “Dad, please. Don’t make me.”
“Anne, this isn’t something you can just not deal with. I can’t ignore this. You seem to be engaged in some very unhealthy behavior, and though you are an adult, I’m still your dad and it’s still my job to make sure you’re ok. Now, I want an explanation.”
Anne took a deep breath and then began talking, “You really want to know? Yes, it’s all true. Everything he said. I did those things and let him do those things. I was horny and I wanted to get laid, and I didn’t care who it was. It’s been awhile since I got any. I just wanted sex, and as much of it as I could get. Sleeping with him the first time we met was thrilling, it was naughty. And he just took control, and I liked it. I discovered I liked being submissive, and I liked being told what to do, it turned me on. It felt… good. I could be a slut and not be ashamed because someone was ordering me to do it.”
“Being told to suck and fuck my ex, and doing it was arousing because it was wrong and dirty, and I loved it because it was so slutty. Having him use me like that, being tied up and taken however he wanted, made me feel desirable. Letting him take pictures, and him wanting me to take pictures and send him video made me feel pretty and sexy and like I was so desirable that he had to have pictures and video of me when I was away, like he couldn’t stand to not look at me when he couldn’t touch me. I gave him permission to let other guys use me too, because the idea of having other guys use me like that made me feel even more desirable.”
“It made me feel good about myself. The first time he told me to call him Daddy, I nearly came, it was so naughty and hot. And having him cum in me and call me a good girl while he pulled my hair, or called me his fucktoy, or spanked me… got me off better than I’ve ever gotten off before. There it is. Your daughter is a horny dirty slut that gets off on being controlled, being used, being owned. And now you’ve sent my owner away and cut me off from him and ordered me not to have any contact with him,” Anne finished and sat staring at me. The arousal was still plain on her face.
After a moment to process what I’d just heard come out of my daughter’s mouth, I took a deep breath to calm myself and said, “Anne… I think we need to get you into counseling, into therapy. I won’t claim to know why you feel or think these things, but I’m afraid that you’re feeling like this because your self confidence and self-esteem is lacking; that those things are making you feel like your only worth is in sex and, as you put it, being used. Like you’re only lovable and pretty if you’re being a slut and letting yourself be used as some guy’s fucktoy. The fact that you said it makes you feel good about yourself…”
Anne interrupted me and said, “No, dad, I don’t need therapy. I don’t want therapy. This is what I am. It makes me feel good, it makes me cum HARD, it’s arousing, and I love it. What I NEED is an owner, a Daddy, to use me. And since you stole me away from my previous owner, I think that should be your responsibility unless or until you find me a new one.”
I was shocked. “Anne, you can’t possibly be saying what I think you’re saying!”
She looked me square in the eyes and said, “Yes, Daddy, I am.”
“But you’re my daughter!” I protested.
“Adopted daughter,” she corrected me, “and it’s not like you wouldn’t get something out of it too. I know you haven’t had sex in a long time. We can both get what we need.” I could tell from that look that she wouldn’t cooperate with therapy, even if I forced it. She was determined.
I looked at my daughter, and I didn’t see my little girl. I saw a sexual being, a woman in her prime. She was attractive. She was sexy. She was… HOT. Though she’s put on some weight over the years, she’s well proportioned. She has very shapely legs that would look amazing in pantyhose or stockings, particularly with heels, though she hasn’t worn either since she was younger. These days she opted for pants or the occasional maxi dress.
She has large breasts, and it suddenly occurred to me that she always wears tops that show off a considerable amount of cleavage. I allowed my eyes to wander to that cleavage and felt myself growing hard. Those tits would feel amazing to slide my cock between and fuck. I looked at her legs in her tight pants. Seeing those legs clad in pantyhose again, or even stockings now, would be a treat. I imagined getting a nylon clad foot job from her.
I was getting harder by the second. I wondered briefly if she shaved, waxed, or left herself hairy. I hoped she was smooth, waxed, or at least clean shaven. It would be so much fun and so hot to lick her through a pair of soft, sheer, seamless pantyhose until she came all over my face screaming her head off. Grinding my hard cock against her pussy through seamless pantyhose would be out of this world. I was absolutely throbbing now. I looked back up at her face. Her full lips, currently done up in lipstick, were fixed in a slight pout. Cock sucking lips. I wondered what kind of blowjobs she gives. I wanted to know what her tongue and lips would feel like sliding up and down my shaft.
I had a slight bit of a dominant side as it was, and was into some mild bondage, some mild CNC… though I’d never delved into anything full on ‘Master’ and using women as nothing but fucktoys, degrading them, or anything pain or torture related, and in this new light I was seeing her… I knew I could enjoy putting aside being her dad and take on being her Daddy. I wasn’t 100% convinced though. This could be a ruse to catch me out; to see if I was a dirty perv and use it against me. Maybe to make me let her go back to Michael?
I decided to lob the ball back into her court. “If you really mean that, Anne, and you’re not just trying to trick me into making a move so you can tell me you weren’t serious and then hold it over me… then you’re going to have to prove it.”
“How?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I said, “you’re going to have to figure out on your own something you can do that will prove to me that you’re serious and this isn’t some test or joke or something, without any input or suggestion from me.”
Anne stood up and started removing her clothes. In just a moment, there she stood, completely naked. She was clean shaven, without a hint of stubble. I would lick her, and tongue fuck her, until she begged for mercy. Her tits were even bigger than I thought. Mmm, I’d love to suck and nibble on those.
“How’s this for proof?” she asked.
“Not good enough,” I said, “you could just be dedicated to the cause. After all, being naked in front of someone isn’t that big of a deal. This is a line fathers and daughters aren’t supposed to cross, and if we’re going to cross it… you’re going to have to do something to prove beyond any doubt that it really is what you want.”
“So, you’re saying I have to cross the line first?” She asked.
“I’m not saying anything about what you have to do, I’m leaving it to you to determine.”
Anne walked over to me, hips swaying, and pressed herself up against me. I felt her heat through my clothes, felt her rock-hard nipples pressing into me. She gave me an innocent little girl look with puppy dog eyes and said, “I’m sorry I’ve been such a naughty girl, Daddy, I’ll be good from now on. I promise. Can I suck your cock to make it up to you?” My already throbbing cock twitched at that.
“I won’t stop you from doing whatever you think you need to do, Anne.” I replied.
Anne wordlessly dropped to her knees, her large tits bouncing as she did so, and pulled down my shorts. She grabbed my cock, gazed at it for a moment, then looked up at me and made eye contact. “Oh Daddy, you’re so hard I can feel your pulse just holding your cock, it must hurt so bad. Let me show you how good I can be,” she said in her best little girl voice. Then, without breaking eye contact, she leaned forward and licked the underside of my shaft all the way from my balls to the tip. God damn, that felt good.
My own daughter, on her knees naked in front of me, was looking me right in the eyes as she held and licked my cock shaft all over. This was so taboo, so dirty, and so unbelievably hot. I groaned. Anne swirled her tongue around the head of my cock before putting it in her mouth and sucking hard on just the head while continuing to swirl her tongue around. After a moment, she slid her mouth down my shaft and started bobbing up and down, still looking up at me and keeping eye contact as much as she could.
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