Most spoiled rich girls ask their daddies for a car. But what Jada asked for was her school teacher.
“But daddy,” she whined, “I *want* her. She’s got such a pretty body, and I know she’d look so hot if she just got some fake tits and dyed her hair blonde. Can’t you buy her for me?”
“Jada,” her father said sternly, “money doesn’t grow on trees, and it doesn’t matter whether I’m paying her directly, having her abducted and trained, or just using my influence to ruin her life until she agrees to be your sextoy – it’s a very expensive thing to do!”
“But *daddy*…” Jada whined, and pouted.
“Remember when I had that pretty redhead classmate of yours abducted and raped until she agreed to be your lesbian fuckpuppet? What was her name – Sarah? And you got tired of her within three months and we had to put her back on the street. I hear she works in a whorehouse now. You just don’t value your sex slaves!”
“But *daddy*…” Jada whined again. She bit her lip, and looked coy. “I’ll wear that outfit you like…”
“Young lady, if I buy you your teacher, you’ll wear the outfits I like *every* day. You can forget about bras and panties, young miss – it’s nothing but slutwear from now one.”
Jada perked up. “But if I wear the slutwear, I get to have Miss Summer?”
“You wear the slutwear, and you promise to play with Miss Summer in the lounge room where I can watch,” her father said sternly.
“Oh, thank you, daddy!” said Jada excitedly. She crawled over to her father and kissed him passionately on his cock, slobbering on the front of his pants in the way she knew he liked.
“All right, honey,” her father said affectionately, stroking her hair. “You know daddy loves you. I’ll have your teacher blacklisted from the school system, have her house burgled and all her valuables stolen, and arrange for her to be raped a couple of times. Then I’ll offer to fix it if she gets a titjob, dyes her hair, and works as your personal Barbie sexdoll for a year, how does that sound?”
“Only a year?” pouted Jada.
“I thought you might like training her into something more permanently submissive…” her father said slyly. “I know how much you like breaking pretty sluts…”
“Thank you, daddy! You’re the best!” bounced Jada. “I’m going to go down to the red light district right now and pick out some tit clamps and dildos and floggers and ring gags to use on her!” She ran out of the room happily, and her father watched her go, thinking to himself what a truly wonderful daughter he had…
===
===
One thought on “Story: Buy Her For Me, Daddy”