Dan Matthews loved his 18-year-old daughter Tiffany, but he had to admit that she was a colossal slut, a cocktease, and a brat.
When she called to him in the lounge from her bedroom one Saturday morning and said, “Hey, daddy, can I borrow one of your belts?”, he didn’t think anything of it, and simply said, “Yes, honey, sure.”
But soon afterwards, she emerged into the lounge wearing nothing but an impossibly short skirt, and one of his leather belts cinched lewdly across her large tits. The black leather strap covered her nipples, but did nothing to conceal her cleavage or underboob.
“Tiffany!” Dan objected. “What on Earth are you doing?”
Tiffany smiled shyly and said, “Sorry, daddy. There was a laundry disaster. I washed all my underwear at once, and when I put it in the dryer, I must have got a kitchen knife or something mixed up in there, and now it’s all ruined.” She held out her hands, showing a handful of torn scraps that had once been a bra and panties.
“ALL of your underwear?” Dan exclaimed.
Tiffany nodded. “I’ve got none left, daddy,” she said. “I had to dress like this.”
Dan was suspicious. His daughter was known for contriving situations to allow her to act like a slut. He would not be surprised if Tiffany had deliberately destroyed her underwear.
“You could have worn a shirt,” he pointed out.
“Oh, I put all my shirts in the wash next,” said Tiffany. “But this is fine, isn’t it, daddy? Don’t you think I look nice in this?” She puffed out her chest, which only intensified the lewdness of the outfit.
Dan didn’t know what to say.
“If you don’t like it, I can take it off,” said Tiffany, reaching from the buckle, clearly ready to remove the belt and expose her tits to her father.
“No, honey, it’s fine,” said Dan quickly. “Why don’t you, uh, take my credit card, and order some new underwear online? See if you can get it to come quickly.”
“Thank you, daddy!” said Tiffany brightly, extracting Dan’s card from his wallet, and running away to her computer.
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But the underwear did not arrive quickly, and even after Tiffany’s shirts emerged from the wash (thankfully in one piece), Tiffany continued to wear the belt buckled over her tits. After all, Dan had said it was fine, hadn’t he?
To make matters worse, Tiffany was practicing for a cheerleading event coming up in a week. She would spend her time in the loungeroom, practicing jumps and bounces. Each bounce would make her belted tits jiggle up and down, and cause her skirt to fly up, confirming that she was wearing no panties as she gave her father little flashes of her cunt.
Dan tried to make himself scarce during this provocative conduct, but Tiffany would inevitably call him back to watch, and provide feedback on her performance, and Dan would be forced to stare at his daughter’s bouncing melons. Sometimes the bouncing would make the belt fly loose, and her fuckbags would fly free, completely exposed to his gaze.
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On a Wednesday evening, she started trying to do handstands and cartwheels. She seemed initially poor at them, and each attempt would leave her sprawled on the floor, her skirt around her waist, her cunt and ass pointing at her father.
Finally she asked for Dan’s help.
“Daddy, if I try a handstand on this table, can you hold my legs so I don’t fall over?” she said.
Dan demurred. “Honey, I don’t know if I should…”
“Why not?” she asked.
And what could he say? That he was embarrassed to touch his teenage daughter with her tits half-exposed? That he was unwilling to spread his daughter’s legs and look down at her naked cunt? How could he say that without making the inappropriateness of her behaviour more explicit?
And so he agreed.
“Oh, I should wear a tighter belt for this,” Tiffany said. And before he could stop her, she had unbuckled the belt he was wearing, and was pulling it out of his pants. She uncinched the belt she currently had over her tits, right in front of her father, and replaced it with the new belt, pulling it so tight that it must have been painful.
“Okay,” she said. “Let’s go!”
She climbed up on the low coffee table in the lounge, and awkwardly moved into a handstand, planting her hands and kicking her legs into the air. Dan immediately caught them, holding them at the ankles – and just like that, Tiffany was upside down, with her father supporting her.
Dan immediately realised a number of awkward things about this position. The first was that, as he had feared, Tiffany’s skirt now hung in the opposite direction, and he had a clear view of her naked, shaved cunt pouting at him from between her spread legs. He noted that it was visibly wet.
The second thing was that, without his belt, his pants were threatening to fall down – and he had no hands free to pull them back up.
The third was that in this position, with Tiffany slightly raised by the coffee table, his daughter’s head was roughly level with his groin. His daughter’s lips were only an inch from his cock.
And the fourth was that his cock was becoming hard.
“Tiffany…” he began, and then stopped, uncertain of what to say.
“Just a bit longer, daddy,” said Tiffany.
Dan could do nothing but stare at his daughter’s wet, spread cunt. He could feel his cock growing rock-hard. And he could feel his pants slowly slipping down his hips. At any moment, they would fall.
When they slipped that last centimetre, and he realised they were about to fall to the ground, he acted instinctively, without thinking. He thrust his groin forward, in order to pin his pants against his daughter’s face and stop them from falling.
But he was too late. The pants fell away, leaving him in nothing but his boxers below the waist, and at the same time he had pressed those boxers directly against Tiffany’s face – or, more specifically, pressed his raging erection against her.
Tiffany giggled, and opened her mouth slightly, kissing the tip of his cock through his underwear. Dan’s cock twitched wildly at the forbidden, delightful sensation.
“Tiffany, no,” he said. “I’m sorry, I’m going to put you down…”
But before he could do that, Tiffany took one of her hands off the table. Dan found himself suddenly supporting more of her weight – and all of her balance. If he let go with even one hand, his daughter would fall.
With the hand she had lifted, Tiffany reached up, and softly stroked his cock through his underwear.
“Daddy,” she said, in a mischievous, kittenish voice, “why are you hard?”
He didn’t have an answer to that. He could only stare at Tiffany’s cunt and try and work out a way out of this without dropping his daughter to the floor.
She kissed the tip of his cock again, and giggled. She giggled again a moment later as the belt over her tits suddenly slipped loose, falling over her head, and leaving her breasts exposed.
“Daddy, is something wrong?” asked Tiffany. “Here, let me look.”
And she tugged on the hem of his boxers, until they fell down, joining his pants on the ground, and exposing his erect cock to his daughter.
“Tiffany,” Dan protested. “You can’t…”
“I just want to give you a kiss, daddy,” said Tiffany. “For helping me train.”
And she kissed the tip of his cock again.
There was a drop of pre-cum welling there, and Dan felt his daughter suck it away, and swallow it.
He moaned. He should just drop her. It was better she be hurt a bit, than that he allow this to continue.
But he didn’t drop her. He just stared at her cunt.
And she kissed his cock again – and then took it in her hand, and pulled it slightly towards her mouth, before placing her lips on it.
She wasn’t giving him a blowjob, as such. She was just kind of licking and sucking the very tip. It was the most excruciating pleasure he had ever felt.
He wanted to jerk his hips away. More than that, he wanted to jerk them forward, forcing his cock fully into his daughter’s mouth. But either action would definitely make her lose her balance. So he just kept holding her up by her spread legs, and stared at her twat, and let his daughter kiss his cock.
It didn’t take long for the inevitable to happen. He felt the tension building – and then waves of pleasure were rolling through him. His cock twitched, and suddenly it was spraying cum over his daughter’s face and tits. A good portion of it went in her mouth. He felt himself losing his balance, and Tiffany immediately put her hand back on the table, and began to lower herself down.
When she was safely down, he hurried snatched up his pants, pulled them to his waist, and staggered back to sit on the couch.
His daughter approached him, smiling, topless, his sperm on her face and breasts.
“Thank you, daddy,” she said. “That was fun.” She winked. “And don’t worry, I won’t ever tell anyone that you came all over me. I know I’m a slut and that you couldn’t help it. Anyway, I love you – and I know you’d never, ever make me wearing underwear if I didn’t want to, right?”
And all Dan could do was agree, and get used to the idea of seeing a lot more of his daughter’s tits and cunt…
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