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 | Tiffany’s Intervention
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Dan Matthews had to admit that calling his 18-year-old daughter a cunt and a bitch was refreshing.
It was part of his agreement with Tiffany – that he would acknowledge she was being a slut, and stop looking away from her slutty behaviour, and use language with her appropriate to her whorish behaviour. He would do that for a week, and then they would reassess their relationship.
Under the agreement, he was forbidden from complimenting her, or kissing or hugging her, or using her name. He was to only refer to her as “cunt” or “bitch”, he was to insult her when she acted like a slut, and he was to slap her face whenever he felt inclined.
It was good for him. He had recognised that almost immediately. There had been an immense mental strain in trying to pretend that Tiffany was still the same innocent, virginal girl he had raised when she was slutting around the house half-naked and trying to get her own father to put his cock in her mouth. Now that he was not just free to say what he was thinking out loud, but actively encouraged to do so, a massive internal tension had simply evaporated.
And as far as the part of him that still wanted to be a good father to his beautiful daughter… that part could just see it as a game they were playing. A little game between father and daughter. Tiffany had asked for this, and she giggled with delight when he slapped her or insulted her. It was just for a week, and then… well, then they would see.
The morning after they had made their deal, he found himself in the unusual position of being awake before her. (Which was almost certainly because he had spent the whole night half-awake, his mind filled with erotic images of his sexy nude daughter, reliving the pleasure he had felt when he had slapped her across her bratty, cockteasing face.)
He banged on her door. “Get up, you lazy slut,” he yelled, revelling in how good it felt to simply treat her as she deserved.
She was up within minutes, bouncing out into the corridor wearing her crotchless panties and the half-cup bra that showed her nipples.
His first instinct was to look away, or tell her that she looked pretty. But under the rules of their game, he was to say something demeaning or objectifying whenever he saw her.
“You look like a brainless teen fucktoy, dressed like that,” he told her. “Anyone would think you were a whore.”
She smiled, and said, “Thank you, daddy” – just as if he had given her the compliment he had first thought of.
She looked so beautiful, smiling like that, with her tits out and her hair rumpled by sleep, that he wanted to hug her and call her his baby girl.
But the rules were also clear on what he should do when he felt such affectionate impulses – so he slapped her across the face, as they had agreed.
“Cunt,” he spat, as he watched a red mark come up on her cheek. But even that abuse only seemed to make her happier – and more sexually aroused.
If she acted this way when he slapped and insulted her, he wondered, how much more enthusiastic might she be if he actually raped her? If he just pushed her up against the wall and slid his cock through that hole in the crotch of her panties, up into her pussy – which he knew would be wet? Would she moan and buck with delight as her own father raped her? Would she orgasm if he slapped her, or choked her, as he discharged his cum into her teenaged womb?
He shook his head, trying to dismiss the thoughts – and dismiss the painful hardness of his cock, straining against his underwear, eager to be plunged into his teen daughter’s pussy.
“Come make breakfast, bitch,” he said instead, and led her to the kitchen.
He took a seat and watched his daughter begin to make him bacon and eggs. He remembered that he was supposed to comment on her private parts when he saw them.
“Your tits look good like that, cunt,” he said. “They’re pretty when they’re on display.”
“Thank you, daddy,” said Tiffany, shyly.
He paused. “Do you actually enjoy me treating you this way?” he asked. “Insulting you?”
She looked at him, and it was clear she was trying to find the right words for her reply.
“I like it best when you call me sweetie, and tell me I’m your perfect baby girl,” she said. “But when you try to pretend that I’m not a slut when you do it, it feels like a lie, and I hate that. I *am* a slut, daddy. Because I think about your cock when I masturbate. And nice girls don’t do that.”
She bit her lip, and then finished, “So I need you to get used to the idea that I’m not a nice girl, and that you don’t have to treat me like one.”
He nodded. It was some reassurance. He could still have a loving relationship with her when this week was over, but in the meantime he just had to treat her like a sex-object that deserved to be abused. That wasn’t so hard.
He actually wished he could take out his cock and masturbate as he watched his half-naked daughter prepare breakfast. And he knew she wouldn’t object. It would probably delight her. But he had to have some self-control, some dignity – even if Tiffany clearly didn’t hold the same view.
She finished making breakfast and brought his plate to the table – but as he took up his knife and fork, Tiffany crawled under the table, and a moment later he jumped as he felt his daughter’s hand on the crotch of his pants, massaging his cock through the fabric.
“Tiffany!” he yelped. “I mean… you stupid cunt. Stop that immediately!”
Tiffany brought her head up between his legs, her face inches from his groin, and looked up at him.
“Don’t you like it when I do this, daddy?” she asked.
He did – but he couldn’t keep having a relationship where his daughter kept playing with his cock.
“You’re not allowed, you silly bitch,” he told her. “It’s wrong.”
She extricated herself from under the table, and sat on the chair next to him, turning towards him and spreading her legs so that he could clearly see her tits and pussy.
“You know when you show off your cunt like that, you’re asking to be raped,” Dan said, remembering his agreement to comment whenever he saw her pussy.
“I know, daddy,” said Tiffany, smiling. “But daddy, I’m worried about you. We talked about the tension in your mind – between your image of me as your baby girl, and your image of me as a whorish fucktoy – but what about the tension in your body?”
“I can deal with the tension in my body, cunt,” said Dan.
“No, you can’t, daddy,” said Tiffany. “You’ve been sitting here with a hard cock while you stared at my breasts and pussy, but you weren’t doing anything about it. It must have been really uncomfortable for you, but you were just pretending that it wasn’t a thing.”
“It’s not,” said Dan, awkwardly. “Really, Tiffany – I mean, cunt – you don’t need to worry about it.”
“Do you… you know, masturbate afterwards?” asked Tiffany. “In private, after I’ve made you hard?”
Dan didn’t know what to say. If he said he didn’t, Tiffany would keep claiming that he was denying himself and needed her help. So he told the truth.
“Yes,” he said. “Sometimes.”
“But why don’t you do it in front of me, daddy?” asked Tiffany. “Wouldn’t it be better to just take care of it when it happens, while you’re looking at me?”
“That would be wrong, cunt,” said Dan. “It’s… not what fathers do.”
“It’s not what fathers do with their baby girl,” said Tiffany. “But it’s what men do with slutty fucktoys, right? Like me?”
Dan was lost for words.
“I’ll make you a deal, daddy,” said Tiffany. Her hands crept out to feel his groin again, and this time he didn’t stop her.
“What’s the deal, bitch?” he asked.
“You show me that you’ll take care of yourself when you get hard, without worrying about what I’ll think,” she purred, “and I’ll be a good girl and stop playing with your cock. If you think I should stop, then it would be good fathering to show that you don’t need me.”
Tiffany squeezed Dan’s cock, and all he could do was gasp with lust.
“And if masturbation isn’t enough,” she continued, “just show me that you’re prepared to grab me and force your cock into my mouth, whether I want it or not. You don’t have to go any further than that – just into my mouth. And I’ll know that you *would* do it, if you needed to. After all, I’ve kissed your cock before, daddy.”
He remembered. He remembered how good her lips had felt.
He stared at his daughter’s tits, and her spread cunt.
And then, deliberately, he reached out with one hand, and grabbed her hair, pulling her face closer. And with the other he slapped her – once, twice, three times.
It felt so good to hit his daughter’s pretty, slutty face, to see her wince, to leave a red mark across her face, for no other reason than that he wanted to.
“God, you’re such a disgusting cocktease,” he growled. “How did I raise such a slutty piece of rapebait?”
And then he released her, and pulled his cock out of his pants, and aimed it at her.
“Spread your pussy, bitch,” he said. “So I can see your fuckhole.”
Tiffany eagerly did as she was told – and watched as her father began to masturbate.
It didn’t take him long. Tiffany was a constant tease, who left him a state of permanent arousal. He only needed to stare directly at his daughter’s wet cunt for a few minutes before he felt himself cumming. And he deliberately aimed his cock at his daughter’s face and tits as he did.
It felt good to splatter her with his cum – almost as good as slapping her. And he had to admit that his daughter looked pretty with his sperm on her face.
“There,” he said. “Is that enough, bitch?”
“Thank you for your cum, daddy,” said Tiffany, wiping a glob of it off her cheek with one finger and then pushing it into her mouth. “But I need to know you’ll do it whenever you need it. And that you’ll use my mouth if necessary, whether I want it or not.”
Dan sighed. “You’re such a whore,” he muttered – and then tucked his cock away, and turned back to eat his breakfast, leaving his cum-splattered daughter to slowly transfer his spunk from her face and tits to her mouth.
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He used her again when he came home from work the next day. He had been horny all day, thinking about his slutty daughter, and when he entered the house he found her lying tits-down on the couch, still wearing her school uniform, texting on her phone to a friend.
He said nothing to her, merely grabbed her body and flipped her face-up. He reached down and popped open her school blouse, and then pulled down her bra to expose her tits. Then he flipped her skirt up, lifted her legs, and pulled her panties off, before pushing her legs apart to give him a good view of her cunt.
“Daddy?” Tiffany asked in surprise.
“Shut up, cunt,” he said, and took out his cock, to begin masturbating.
Again, it didn’t take him long to cum. He had intended to cum on her face and tits again, but at the last minute he changed his aim, and squirted across her inner thighs and groin.
He knew he shouldn’t. If his cum got in her pussy, he could get his own daughter pregnant. He knew that she didn’t use birth control – another of her slutty choices. But the sudden image of how pretty her cunt would look, decorated with his cum, overpowered him, and he acted on it.
Tiffany seemed delighted by his choice, and giggled happily as her father jizzed on her twat.
“Thank you, daddy,” she purred.
“You deserve to be raped, you stupid cunt,” he gasped, and staggered away to recover from his powerful orgasm.
“But daddy,” Tiffany called after him. “You’d use my mouth if you needed to, wouldn’t you?”
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The end of Dan’s week of insulting his daughter was approaching. He had gotten quite used to calling her cunt, bitch and whore. For the last three days he hadn’t slipped up and called her “Tiffany” even once. He’d had substantial conversations with her about how she was stupid, a slut, a whore, no better than an animal. He’d told her how she deserved to be raped, how she was nothing but a pair of tits and a cunt, how she was just an object for men to fuck.
Last night, with a ragingly hard cock, he had stared at her as she emerged naked from the shower, and he had said the thing he had been thinking for several days.
“You slutty little whore,” he had said, “with the way you act, I’m beginning to come around to the idea that the only reason I ever impregnated your mother – the only reason you were born, the only reason you exist – was so that I’d have something to ejaculate into once you turned 18.”
And saying that had so overwhelmed him that he had grabbed his daughter’s hair, forced her to her knees in front of him, and begun slapping her across the face with one hand while masturbating with the other, until inevitably he orgasmed and covered her pretty little face with his cum.
But today was the last day of this, and once it was over he could go back to treating her like his sweet baby girl again.
“Daddy,” said Tiffany in the morning. “You know if you don’t force yourself into my mouth by the end of the day, it will be admitting that you’re too confused to take care of your needs properly.”
He said nothing – but he thought about it all that day at work. If he didn’t force his cock into his daughter’s mouth, she would take it as permission to play with his cock whenever she wanted to.
Which was worse? To shove his dick into his daughter’s mouth – or to let her masturbate him whenever she wanted?
She was correct that it wasn’t the first encounter between his cock and her lips. He had been seduced into letting her suck on it before. Was it really so bad to do it once more, to end one of her more problematic behaviours?
By the time he got home, his cock had been hard for hours from thinking about it. He heard her somewhere in the house, so he sat down on the lounge, and unzipped his fly, and took out his cock, and said, “Cunt, come over here.”
She turned up in the lounge doorway – wearing nothing but a white shirt that barely concealed her tits and did nothing to cover her cunt – and saw where he was sitting, and said, “No, daddy.”
He looked at her in confusion.
“If I don’t have your cock in my mouth by the end of the night, then I win,” she said. “And then I get to touch you whenever I like.”
“Stop messing around, you bitch,” he said. “I’m going to give you what you want. Bring that whorish little cunt of yours over here.”
“Make me,” she said – and ran away to her bedroom, giggling.
He was infuriated. He stood, letting his pants fall to the ground, and chased after her into her room.
“You are going to suck my cock, you little slut, or I will slap you silly,” he warned.
She just giggled and kept backing towards her bed.
He slapped her across the face, and she fell back on the bed with her legs spread.
It would have been so easy, right then, to just move forward and slide his cock into his daughter’s wet cunt. He wanted to, so badly. She clearly wanted him to. It would feel so good…
But instead he climbed up onto the bed, on his knees, and grabbed a handful of her hair. He pulled her face close to his cock, and said, “Suck.”
She struggled now. “No, daddy, I don’t want to,” she protested. “Please don’t rape me, daddy.”
But given her behaviour, he knew that these were false protests. He pulled her whole body up onto the bed, and then slapped her face once, twice, until she opened her mouth to squeal – and then he forced his cock into it.
It felt so good to be in his daughter’s mouth. She started sucking almost immediately, as if it were a hardcoded instinct for her. He moaned, and fell down on all fours. His knees were on either side of his daughter’s head, his arms either side of her waist, and he was looking down at her wet little pussy.
“This is all you’re good for, you little whore,” he told his daughter. “Sucking daddy’s cock. Being a good little hole for daddy to ejaculate into.”
And he *was* going to cum inside her. The deal had only required him to put his cock in her mouth – not to fully rape her face – but Dan was lost to lust. His daughter was always, *always* cockteasing him, and he was going to have what he deserved from her.
He stared down at her pussy and thought: if she keeps behaving this way, some day it won’t be her mouth – it will be her cunt. I’m going to cum inside my daughter’s cunt, and it will be exactly what she deserves.
He pushed his hips down against his daughter’s face, cutting off her supply of air with his cock, until she began to struggle again, and then relaxed, letting her breathe. It felt amazing.
After this, of course, he wouldn’t have to call her a cunt and a bitch anymore. And Tiffany would stop grabbing his cock, pulling on it, masturbating it, until he couldn’t think straight…
Was that healthy for him? To go back to pretending that his daughter wasn’t a slut who deserved rape? To release his tension over her slutty behaviour only in private, hoping she wouldn’t see?
“Honey,” he said, as he raped his daughter’s face. His voice was shaking. “I think maybe you’re right that it’s wrong for me to hide my arousal when your whorish behaviour makes my cock hard.”
He pushed down against her face again, choking his daughter with her cock, before pulling back.
“So, uh… I think maybe we’ll keep doing this thing, where when I masturbate, you can watch, and I can cum on your face,” he said.
Somehow her sucking became more enthusiastic, a reward for his concession.
“And… you can touch daddy’s cock, when you want to,” he told her. “But only if I’m already hard. I don’t need you making me horny even when I’m not.”
He began fucking her face more vigorously.
“And besides,” he said, staring down at her twat, “I think I was right before… when I said that you were only born so that I’d have something to ejaculate into…”
And just like that, he felt himself cumming, into his daughter’s mouth, down her throat, as she eagerly swallowed his sperm and wiggled with delight.
It was the best and most natural joy he had ever experienced.
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