Previous chapters:
Tiffany’s Agenda | Tiffany’s Nightmare | Tiffany in the Shower | Tiffany Goes Naked | Tiffany’s Toy | Tiffany’s Handstand | Tiffany’s Kisses | Tiffany’s Underwear
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Dan had two versions of his daughter in his head. One was the sweet, innocent girl that he had raised since she was a baby. The other was the wanton slut she had turned into since her 18th birthday – the slut who regularly paraded around the house with her cunt or tits exposed, the slut who cockteased her own father, the slut who had seduced him into ejaculating on her face on multiple occasions.
He had photos of that slut on his phone – photos of her body practically naked, as she modelled slutty lingerie in front of him. And the last photo of that series showed her kneeling between his legs, looking up at him with sexy, adoring eyes, the tip of his cock vanishing between her perfect teenaged lips, and his sticky sperm shining on her face from where he had just ejaculated all over her.
He had masturbated to that last photo every night before bed, for the last five nights.
The divide between those two versions of his daughter was killing him – twisting his mind into knots, and squeezing his heart with mixtures of frenzied lust and crippling guilt. All he wanted was for Tiffany to go back to being the sweet girl she had once been – and yet, at the same time, all he wanted was to throw her down on his bed and force his cock into her tight, teasing, eighteen-year-old cunt, and slap her face for being such a whore until she was crying and cumming at the same time and he was filling her womb with his fatherly semen.
He was surprised – although perhaps he shouldn’t have been – to discover that Tiffany saw this dilemma within him as well.
He found her one morning in the kitchen, seated on the kitchen countertop. She was wearing her crotchless panties and half-cup bra that exposed her nipples. Her legs were spread and she was openly masturbating with a dildo. (A dildo that, to his shame, he had allowed her to mold from the shape of his very own cock.)
He blushed and looked away from her. He had given up on telling her to dress appropriately, or to not play with her pussy where he could see it. Such discussions only seemed to spur her to greater heights of wantonness.
“Good morning, honey,” he said, keeping his eyes locked on the cupboard, from which he was extracting a frypan. “You look pretty this morning.”
“Thank you, daddy,” said Tiffany. And then she added, “But you can say the other things you’re thinking too.”
He jumped, startled. “What do you mean, honey?” he asked.
“You think I’m a disgusting slut,” said Tiffany.
Dan felt his cheeks burn. “No, honey,” he said, still not looking at her. “I would never think that.”
“You *do* think it,” said Tiffany. “Come on, daddy. I know other girls don’t play with their pussy in front of their daddies. I know I’m different, but I can’t help it. I can see that it makes you embarrassed, but you’re too nice a daddy to say the things you’re thinking. And I don’t think it’s healthy.”
“I really don’t know what you mean, baby,” he said, still focusing on assembling cooking utensils, and not looking at his daughter.
“Daddy, you won’t even *look* at me,” Tiffany complained. “Turn around and face me, if it’s not an issue.”
He turned around to look at his sexy eighteen-year-old daughter. She had just pulled the dildo out of her pussy, and as he watched she licked her juices off the tip, and smiled, before pushing it back into her cunt.
“Tell me I’m a disgusting slut, daddy,” said Tiffany.
She was right. It *was* what Dan was thinking. But good fathers didn’t tell their daughters they were sluts. It wasn’t right.
“You’re beautiful, sweetie,” he said instead. “You’re… a bit different from other girls, but I still love you.”
“I know you love me, daddy,” said Tiffany. “But you also think I’m a disgusting slut. Say it.”
Dan felt his cock stiffening in his pants. It was hard not to be aroused, watching his daughter masturbate and invite him to call her a slut.
“Tiffany, no,” he said. “Stop this. Please.”
“This is an intervention, daddy,” she said. “You can’t keep doing this double-think about me. You have to say what you’re really thinking. I know part of you sees me as your perfect baby girl – but I’ve seen how I make your dick hard. Part of you sees me as a set of slutty holes for you to push your cock into, and you need to acknowledge that.”
She jumped down off the counter and moved to stand in front of him. The dildo was still lodged in her cunt, trapped in place by her thighs. Her hand reached out and caressed his cock through her pants.
“Tell me I’m a disgusting slut, daddy,” she said. “Or else I’ll take my dildo to school and let everyone in my class watch me use it in the courtyard at lunch time.”
Dan didn’t think it was an idle threat. Tiffany seemed completely willing to be a slut anywhere, any time, no matter who saw or what trouble she got into. And Dan wasn’t keen to explain to Tiffany’s teachers – or other authorities – why he was letting Tiffany masturbate in public with a dildo shaped like his own cock.
“Fine,” he said. “Tiffany…” He stopped, and swallowed, and then tried again.
“Tiffany, you’re a disgusting slut.”
She beamed at him – and she was right. It *did* feel good to say it.
And then her hand tightened on his cock, through his pants, and she pumped it once, and that felt even better.
“Tell me I’m a stupid whore that deserves to be raped, daddy,” she whispered.
“You’re a stupid whore who deserves to be raped, Tiffany,” Dan said – and gasped as, once again, Tiffany rewarded him by pumping his cock.
It was wrong to say these things to his daughter – but they were *true*. And Dan had been thinking them for weeks, and trying to pretend that he wasn’t.
“See, daddy?” said Tiffany. “You needed to say these things, and let them out.”
She pumped his cock again.
“We’re going to play a game for the next week, daddy,” she said. “It’s going to teach you to be honest with me, okay?”
Dan knew how Tiffany’s games went. They were slutty and perverted.
“No, Tiffany,” he said, and reached down to take her hand off his cock.
“*Yes*, daddy,” insisted Tiffany. “I love you and you need this for your mental health. And if you don’t play this game then I’ll find a boy at school to play it with instead.”
Dan didn’t like the thought of Tiffany encouraging some schoolboy to call her a slut – or the idea of her pumping that boy’s cock with her hand.
“Fine,” he said. “What’s the game?”
“For the next week, don’t say anything nice about me,” said Tiffany. “Unless it’s to compliment me on being a slut or a fucktoy. You’re not allowed to use my name, or call me honey or sweetie or baby. You have to call me cunt or bitch or slut or whore, okay?”
Her hand was back on his dick, stroking it through his pants.
“Okay,” he breathed.
“And whenever you see me, you say something objectifying or demeaning about me, okay?” she continued.
“Okay,” he said again.
“And whenever you see my pussy or my breasts, you comment on them,” she said. “Again, not something that will make me feel good. Something insulting or embarrassing.”
“Yes,” he breathed.
“Good,” she said. “Now slap me, and call me a name.”
“What?” he asked, surprised.
She took her hand off his cock – but only so she could slip it into the waistband of his pants, and under his underwear, and touch his dick directly. He felt her fingers circle around the soft, warm skin of his penis.
“Slap me,” she said. “We both know I deserve it. And call me a name.”
He looked at his daughter – the baby girl that he loved. The slut who was holding her own father’s cock.
Her face was so perfect, so beautiful, so innocent.
And he remembered how much more beautiful it had been with his cock in her mouth.
He drew back his hand and slapped her across the face.
“You stupid cunt,” he snarled.
Her expression was one of shock – but also of rapturous happiness. She had *liked* being slapped. And if that wasn’t clear from her expression, then it was from her hand, which now pulled his cock completely free of his pants, and began to pump it enthusiastically.
“Doesn’t that feel good?” she asked him. And he wasn’t sure if she meant slapping her, or insulting her, or the feeling of her hand on his dick, but they *all* felt good, so he just nodded.
“For this week, when you want to kiss me or hug me, slap me instead,” she said. “Or just whenever you want. Okay? I know you love me – it’s okay.”
She rubbed her finer lightly over the glans of his cock, smearing his pre-cum over his foreskin.
“Try it again,” she said. “Say what you’ve been thinking, but were too polite to say.”
He tried to marshal his thoughts. He knew what he was thinking – but his mind kept censoring it, telling him he *couldn’t* say that, that no father should ever say that to his daughter.
Tiffany leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. The taste of her sugary teenaged lipstick made his cock twitch violently in her hand.
He wanted to kiss her back. He wanted to push her down, and… and…
He slapped her across the face again.
“When you act like this, Tiffany…” he began, and then stopped, and restarted. “When you act like this, you silly little cunt, you make me think that you’re nothing but a set of holes for me to push my dick into, and that the only reason you were born is so that your father could one day cum inside you like the whorish little fucksleeve that you are.”
She gasped with delight, and began to pump his cock faster, and harder. He moaned. It was hard to stand up straight, with these sensations in his cock. He knew he should get his daughter away from his cock, that he should end this perverted game – but if he pushed her away now, he felt that he would keep pushing her, back, back, until he was on top of her, and his cock was sliding into her wet little fuckhole…
“I want to rape you, bitch,” he gasped. “The more you act like this, the more I want to rape you. I want to slap you and force you and fuck you while you cry. I want to make you hurt, make you regret being such a cockteasing little cunt. I want to cum inside you while you weep and not give a fuck about whether it might get you pregnant.”
He took a deep breath and added, “And every day it gets harder to think of reasons not to.”
And then suddenly Tiffany was dropping to her knees, because she had sensed what was about to happen even before Dan did. He had only a moment to register Tiffany taking his cock into her warm, eager mouth before the orgasm hit, and suddenly he was cumming, ejaculating into his daughter’s mouth as she looked up at him and swallowed, like the good girl that he knew at heart that she was.
“Good cunt,” he breathed, as he pumped his sperm down Tiffany’s throat. “That’s what you’re good for. That’s all that you’re good for. Good cunt.”
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