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Tongue-kissing her daddy in the school carpark on Monday morning made Ivy feel like the world’s biggest whore, but she could see Theo watching, so she made the kiss extra-passionate. Once again, she felt her father’s cock harden as he pressed his groin against her belly.
She had planned to then run away to rub her pussy behind the science building prior to seeing Archer, but after her father left she realised to her incredible shame that she was already wet. Feigning passion appeared to have tricked her body as surely as it had tricked her father.
What kind of whore got wet from kissing her own father? Whatever kind Ivy was, apparently.
She reached Archer and passed him her assignment. He looked at it and nodded.
“Good girl,” he said. “Better.”
She felt vast relief, that overwhelmed the shame and anxiety she felt about Archer having control of an essay in which she claimed that she wanted to have fake tits and be raped.
She then handed Archer her panties. She was out of boring panties, so today she was wearing something pink and satin-y. When he saw them, instead of simply vanishing them, he nodded and said, “Good girl. Better.”
He had been judging her all this time? And she had been failing? Ivy felt herself blush again.
But she had other obligations. She stepped forward and gave Archer a passionate kiss, as she had with her father, expecting him to reach down and feel her cunt as she kissed him.
But instead he reached behind her, and she squealed into his mouth as she felt his finger on her anus. He was pushing her panties into her butt! He wormed a finger past her sphincter, pushing the pink panties up her asshole until just the end was hanging out.
Then his free hand checked her cunt, running a finger between the cleft of her labia, and found it pleasingly wet.
“That stays inside you,” he said when the kiss was over. “If it falls out, you put it back in. You can take it out when you get home. But I don’t want to ever see it at school again. If you ever wear it on school grounds, even to give it to me, you’ll be punished.”
“Yes, sir,” said Ivy.
“Your assignment this week is on your sexual fantasies,” said Archer.
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Ivy was getting good at remembering to call boys “sir”. To help her remember, she had started also calling her teachers “sir”, which didn’t sound weird enough to cause comment, but helped her keep in practice. She was also getting good at answering to “bitch”. It was becoming instinctive – when she heard the word “bitch” she looked around to see who was talking to her, even if it didn’t end up having been directed at her at all. Twice in the week, she filmed new videos of herself begging to piss with her cunt exposed. She sent one to Theo and one to Liam.
She also found it disturbingly easy to get used to tongue-kissing her father each morning. It felt good – and it always seemed to make her pussy wet. What was worse is that her father had started doing it at other times – kissing her when he picked her up, and kissing her before bed. And every time, she felt his cock get hard.
Over the course of the week, she kissed all of Archer’s friends, and let them feel her wet cunt, and shove her panties into her anus. She became used to this, too. Most of them were actually quite good kissers. And Theo in particular had very nimble and interesting fingers when he probed her twat.
It wasn’t quite so easy to get used to having panties stuffed into her ass. The little bit hanging out was distracting as it brushed against her ass cheeks. When she got home, she hand-washed the panties and then put a little black X on the waistband in permanent marker so she wouldn’t accidentally wear them back to school.
It was all a lot of changes to her life – but if Ivy told herself that she was already a third of the way through the six weeks, it felt better. In fact, she was almost halfway. Just this week, and then three more weeks.
She thought about her assignment about her sexual fantasies. At one level, she knew she should just go extreme, and confess to as many disgusting fantasies as possible. But Archer would take any opportunity to criticise her he could find. If he didn’t believe her fantasies she might get in trouble. Or he might make her follow through on them to prove they got her hot. If she wrote about wanting to be nude in public, or have her tits flogged, he might just make those fantasies come true for her…
So she decided to be honest and depict her honest most extreme fantasies. She wrote that she had fantasies about being forced by a handsome man, and about being gangbanged. Dangerous, she knew, given Archer and the boys, but she had to give them something. She found a picture of one of her “role-model” sluts from last week being roughly gangbanged and covered with cum, and added that to her picture. She wrote that she had sometimes fantasised about some of her female school friends, and found a picture of a porn star online that looked a bit like her pretty red-headed friend Dakota. She wrote that she liked playing with her tits and wanted a boy to do that.
On Friday she showed the assignment to Archer – and once again, he found it lacking.
“Do you really expect us to believe that these are the kinkiest fantasies that a slut like you has?” he said. “In fact, we know you have other fantasies, don’t we?”
“I don’t understand, sir,” said Ivy.
“Well, where did we find you?” he said. “Pissing in the boys’ toilets with the door open. So I’d expect you to write about how you like pissing in front of boys.”
“But…” Ivy protested.
“And we know you like things being shoved up your ass, and going without panties,” said Archer. “You do that every morning, and you’re always wet. And you must have fantasies about fucking me, the way you kiss me.”
Ivy made a distressed noise.
“And, of course, you obviously want to fuck your daddy,” said Archer.
“I don’t!” protested Ivy.
“What, are you just pretending when you tongue-kiss him each morning and grind your body against him?” said Archer. “And why is your cunt wet when you come here directly from kissing him?”
Ivy burned with shame.
“And just last week you wrote that you wanted to be a bimbo with fake tits, and have men cum on your face,” said Archer. “And who’s this slut with the red hair? That’s surely not the friend you wrote about.”
“No, sir,” said Ivy. “She just looks like Dakota.”
“That’s not good enough, bitch,” said Archer. “We want to see the real thing. I think you’d better find a picture of this Dakota’s tits for us, don’t you?”
Ivy gaped. “But… I can’t…”
“Yes, you can,” said Archer. “And a picture of your father’s dick, to go with your fantasies about him. Make sure it’s erect.”
“Oh, and as for making things harder for you… you’ll find out about that on Monday,” he added. “Providing you fix your assignment.”
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Getting a picture of Dakota’s tits turned out to be easier than Ivy had thought, after she hit upon a genius idea.
She messaged Dakota’s boyfriend Ted to ask him if he had any nudes of Dakota on his phone.
His reply was his girlfriend was smoking hot. “So what do you think? And why do you want to know?”
Ivy told Ted she’d send him a picture of her pussy if Ted sent him a nude of Dakota. She promised that no one that Dakota knew would ever see it.
Obviously thinking with his dick, Ted agreed, and Ivy snapped a photo of her twat and sent it to him. Archer and his boys already had videos of her cunt. This wasn’t worse.
A moment later, Ted sent her a gorgeous full-body nude of full-bosomed red-haired Dakota lying on her bed.
Ivy stared at it. She thought about what she was going to do with it – betray Dakota by sharing it with boys at school.
She started to rub her cunt, staring at the photo, and didn’t stop until she orgasmed. Then she printed the photo and added it to her poster, with Dakota’s full name and home address printed neatly underneath.
Getting a photo of her father’s cock was harder. She thought about trying to film him in the shower – but could she be sure his cock would be hard? And her father didn’t seem the sort to send or save dick pics, even if she could unlock his phone.
In the end, she settled for setting an alarm to wake herself up at 2 am on Sunday morning. When she woke, she crept into her father’s bedroom. He always slept in the nude, so she only needed to draw back the covers to expose his naked cock.
It was larger than she had imagined – even soft, and lying against his leg. But she needed it to be hard.
Gently, she reached out and took it in one hand. Almost immediately, it stiffened slightly.
Blushing, she began to pump it gently. She was terrified that her daddy would wake and find his daughter masturbating him. She didn’t know what would happen then. But she was just as terrified of not meeting Archer’s demands.
Rubbing her father’s cock stiffened it to half-mast. Would that be enough? She didn’t think so. And she couldn’t stand here all night pumping her daddy’s dick. Eventually he would wake up.
Tentatively, she reached down and kissed her father’s cock. It immediately jerked in her hands – so she kissed it again – and then, overcome by curiosity, she took the very tip of it into her mouth.
Immediately it fully stiffened, and she tasted something on her tongue – her father’s pre-cum.
Blushing with shame, she immediately pulled away, and let go of the dick. She took out her phone, angled it so the flash wouldn’t hit her father’s face, and took a quick photo. Then she hurried back to her room.
After she was gone, the thought occurred to her that she had seen her father’s head move as she left. Was it possible he had woken up from the flash? That he had come to consciousness with his cock hard and his daughter in his room? Or, worse, that he had been awake the whole time, and feigning sleep?
She burned with shame, and had to masturbate to orgasm before she could sleep.
During Sunday day, she added the picture of her father’s dick to her assignment, and then wrote an essay in which she admitted she became aroused by pissing in public, by having things shoved up her ass, and that she wanted to be a big-titted bimbo that men used as a sex-toy. She confessed her desire to fuck her own father – how she loved kissing him, and that she wanted to suck his dick, and have him fuck her cunt. And how much she not only wanted to kiss, but rape, her beautiful friend Dakota. She finished it with a short piece on how hot Archer was, and how she wanted him to kiss her and fuck her.
She found additional images to support the new version of the assignment – a big-titted bimbo pissing in a bowl as men watched, another bitch getting gangbanged, and a girl who looked a lot like Ivy fucking a clearly older man.
On Sunday night, her father suggested they watch a movie together. Ivy agreed – and then her father suggested she sit on his lap as they watched, and Ivy could hardly say no.
He kissed her on the lips, and started the movie. It was an exploitation movie, about female prisoners who went around bare-titted and fucked each other. It was just mainstream enough to be a “retro classic”, as her father called her. But it was definitely explicit enough to also be a porn film.
Ivy felt her father’s hard cock pressing against her buttocks through his pants all night. But the real shame was that the longer she felt it poking against her butt cheeks, the wetter her pussy got – and she was pretty sure that by the end of the night her father could feel the wetness soaking through her panties and soaking into his pants.
What was wrong with her?
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