After Dan’s wife had left, parenting his daughter Tiffany had been a difficult challenge.
But it had gotten much harder once Tiffany turned 18 – and decided that she wanted to try out her newfound sexual maturity on her own father.
It began when Tiffany began dressing sexier and using a more mature style of makeup. At first Dan assumed that Tiffany was trying to get the attention of some boy at her school, but he soon realised that the focus of her attention was none other than Dan himself.
She would look at him, around with the house, with big, wide puppy dog eyes, practically begging for his attention. She would casually touch him whenever they were near, and brush up against him.
One morning she came into his bedroom as he was still dressing. He had on nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, but Tiffany was dressed for school.
“Good morning, daddy!” she enthused, in a flirty sex-kitten voice. “You know, I love you so much, daddy…”
She moved behind him before he could react and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. Dan could feel his daughter’s swelling tits press up against the bare skin of his back. Her hands drifted down, and for a moment he thought she would grab his cock through his boxers – and if his dick hadn’t already been hard, it began to rapidly stiffen at that forbidden thought.
Then she released him and moved around in front, facing away, so that he could return the hug she had just given him. Dan awkwardly placed his hands on his daughter’s belly – but she took them in her hands and raised them, placing them on her tits, and he could feel the hardness of her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra and shirt.
At the same time, she pushed her ass back against his groin, and he could feel his hard cock pressing into the crevice of his daughter’s buttocks.
Tiffany seemed to be smiling. She let go of his hands, and at that point Dan could have released her and pulled away – but to his shame, he held her a few seconds longer, flexing his cock against her pert little ass, before finally letting go and staggering away.
Tiffany had a secret smirk on her face, but said nothing, and headed off to school.
That night, when she came home, Dan discovered that she had changed into a short skirt and a tight tit-hugging top. He didn’t remember buying them for her, and was struck by how they made his once-innocent daughter look so much like a whorish fucktoy.
She took the opportunity to stretch in front of him, thrusting her tits out in a way he couldn’t ignore, and then later when she bent to tie her shoelace he got a good look up her skirt, and saw that she was wearing no panties. It was the first time he had seen his daughter’s cunt since her childhood, and he couldn’t help but think that it looked ready to be *used*.
A word came to him, and floated around in his head, and he knew he shouldn’t say it to his daughter, but when she was out of earshot he muttered it to himself – “Slut” – and accepted its truth, that a slut was what his beautiful daughter has become.
She dressed the same way over the next few nights, and it was clear that she was deliberately inviting her father to stare at her naked twat. It was surely bad parenting to look at his own daughter’s pussy – and yet, wouldn’t it be worse to deliberately look away? Did he want to make her feel ashamed, rejected, whorish? And so when Tiffany went out of her way to show him her twat, he stared at it, evenly, without comment, and tried to ignore the throbbing in his pants.
A week later, she sat with him on the couch one night.
“Daddy,” she said, in a meek, kittenish voice, “do you think I’m a slut?”
He flushed. She was right up against him, and her tits were pressed against his arm, and her face had such a mix of vulnerability and lust in it that it was difficult to look at her.
“No, honey,” he said. “Of course you’re not a slut?”
She seemed gladdened by this, and leaned in closer. Her hand fell into his lap, resting atop the hard bulge of his erect cock. She looked up at him – and lightly squeezed his dick with her hand.
“Really, daddy?” she asked. “You think I’m a good girl?”
“Yes, sweetie,” he rasped, through a suddenly dry throat. “You’re a good girl.”
She smiled, and squeezed his cock again.
“I’m not doing anything slutty?” she asked. “I don’t have to do anything different?”
He should have stopped her then, and told her all the ways that her behaviour was inappropriate. But she looked so loving and affectionate, and her hand was still on his cock, and anyway it’s never easy for a father to tell his daughter that she’s becoming a rapeable little fuckdoll.
So what he said was, “No, honey, everything you do is perfect.”
She made a little squeal of delight.
“Daddy, I love you so much,” she said.
And suddenly, before he could stop her, she was moving on the couch to straddle him. Her knees were either side of his hips, and her bare panty-less crotch was pressed against the groin of his trousers, and her young tits were in his face.
And as he was dealing with that turn of events, she leaned in and kissed him on the mouth.
Dan didn’t know what to do. His daughter had her tongue in his mouth, her breasts were rubbing against his chest, and her naked, aroused cunt was leaving a wet patch on his crotch. Every part of his body was telling him to unzip his pants, push his cock into her pussy, wrap his arms around her, and fuck her till she screamed. But she was his daughter…
She pushed him back against the couch, kissing him hard enough to bruise, and he let his tongue explore her mouth in return. She was bouncing on his cock now, simulating sex, and only the fabric of his pants stopped him from penetrating her.
“I love you so much, daddy,” she moaned between kisses. She nuzzled his neck and licked his tongue, and her cheeks were flushed with sluttish arousal.
Finally, to his credit, Dan found some self-control. He pushed Tiffany away from him, physically. She landed on the ground, lying on her back, her legs spread, her naked twat pointed up at him.
“Honey, I love you,” he said, “and you’re… you’re a good girl. But you can’t do that.”
She giggled, and spread her legs wider for his gaze. “I’m sorry, daddy,” she said.
But she didn’t sound sorry.
And Dan suspected that her agenda towards him had only just begun.
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