Previous Tiffany Stories:
Tiffany’s Agenda | Tiffany’s Nightmare | Tiffany in the Shower | Tiffany Goes Naked | Tiffany’s Toy | Tiffany’s Handstand | Tiffany’s Kisses
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Dan Matthews didn’t know what to do about his daughter Tiffany. Since she had turned 18, she had begun acting like a complete slut – and not just in a regular teenage girl way, but with a specific focus on teasing and seducing her own father.
Over past weeks he had seen his daughter completely naked. He had tried not to look as she bounced and jiggled her tits in front of him – and he had even watched her masturbate. He had used body paint to paint fake panties onto her naked cunt, and watched her go out in public and show her painted cunt to the world. In a moment of weakness he had masturbated over her sleeping body and ejaculated onto her face – and then, on another occasion, his cock had somehow found its way into Tiffany’s willing, eager mouth, and he had felt the bliss of feeling his own daughter suckle submissively on the tip of his penis.
But he was trying to do better. Normal fathers didn’t get erections from their daughters… although normal fathers certainly didn’t have daughters who were such wanton, nubile, cockteasing sluts, it had to be said. This was just a phase that Tiffany was going through, he was sure, and soon things would go back to normal.
Part of his plan for things getting “back to normal” was the impending arrival of a package of underwear for Tiffany. Two weeks ago she had “accidentally” destroyed all of her bras and panties in a laundry accident, and since then she had been swanning around the house with no underwear on. If Dan was lucky, Tiffany deigned to wear a short skirt, so that he only saw her pussy when she bent over or sat with her legs spread, and she wore a short crop-top, so that only her underboob was exposed to his gaze. But sometimes she just went naked below the waist, or wore one of his leather belts as a top, buckled lewdly across her tits as her only piece of clothing.
He had given Tiffany his credit card to buy more underwear online, but it had been slow in arriving. He had begun to think that Tiffany hadn’t bought any new clothes at all – despite the substantial debit that appeared on his card from an expensive lingerie store – but then, finally, they arrived, and Dan was so relieved that he didn’t even chastise Tiffany for opening the door to the delivery man while she was naked from the waist down, or for giving the startled, aroused delivery man a kiss on the lips as thanks for his service.
“Daddy, daddy,” she said, excited, “my underwear arrived. Do you want to watch me try it on?”
Dan tried not to look at his daughter’s naked cunt. “No, honey, it’s all right,” he said. “I’m just glad you can wear panties again now.”
“But daddy!” protested Tiffany. “You paid for it! You need to tell me if it fits, and if it looks good. And you need to take photos on your phone and send them to me so I can see what it looks like too.”
“I really don’t think it’s necessary, baby….” objected Dan, blushing.
“If you don’t see them and tell me they fit, I’ll send them back to the store,” Tiffany threatened. “I don’t mind not wearing panties. It doesn’t bother me.”
Dan saw that Tiffany was going to get her own way, and gave up fighting. Whatever she did could hardly be worse than going completely bare-cunted. “Fine,” he said. “Show me what it looks like.”
She ran away to her bedroom in delight, promising to be back soon – and sure enough, a few minutes later she returned, wearing a white set of lingerie.
Dan groaned. He should have known that Tiffany wouldn’t buy normal underwear. What she was wearing wasn’t normal teen girl underwear. It was explicitly sexy – and, worse still, the bra was a half-cup bra that stopped short of covering her nipples, and the panties were crotchless.
He felt his cock hardening in his pants. Why did his daughter have to be so damn erotic? Why couldn’t she just be normal?
“What do you think, daddy?” said Tiffany. She did a couple of poses – porn star poses, Dan thought – and then spread her legs to give him a better view of the crotchless nature of the panties, even going so far as to reach down and spread her pussy lips to let him see her pink inner cuntflesh and the little nub of her clitoris.
Dan didn’t know where to look. Tiffany would chide him if he looked away – and maybe bring her cunt closer to force him to have a better look. So he stared at his daughter’s cunt and tits instead, trying not to look overtly lustful.
“It’s very pretty, baby,” he said. ‘I think it fits. What about the next one?”
She pouted. “But daddy, is it *sexy*? Will boys want to fuck me if I wear this?”
Dan swallowed, blushing. “Yes, it’s very sexy, baby. I think boys will want to… fuck you.”
She frowned – and then stepped forward, and before Dan could react, she put her hand on his groin. She smiled as she discovered his erection, and curled her fingers as best she could around the shaft of his cock through his pants.
“Tiffany!” Dan gasped. “You can’t just do that! It’s not appropriate!”
“But I need to know if you really think they’re sexy, daddy,” said Tiffany. “You’re my daddy, so you *have* to say I’m fuckable and sexy, even if you don’t really think that. But if I’ve made you hard then I know it’s real.”
She pumped his cock once, through his pants, and Dan gasped again.
“Tiffany, you can’t….” Dan said. “I mean, you can’t touch your father’s…. penis…. Like that.”
She gave him a mischievous look – a look that said they both knew that she had done more than touch it in the past. She had *kissed* it, and teased it with her mouth, until her father had ejaculated over her face and tits.
But still, he had to draw the line somewhere.
“No touching, Tiffany,” he told her, firmly.
She pouted. “Fine,” she said. “Then we’ll just have to do this.”
And before he could stop her, she had reached into his pants, and pulled his cock out entirely, so that it wiggled rock-hard in the air between them, a drop of pre-cum glistening at its tip.
He went to stuff it back in his pants, but she caught his hands. “Leave it out, daddy,” she said. “So that I can see it’s hard for me. Then I won’t have to touch it.”
And Dan could only fight for so long – so he relaxed, and left his cock exposed, and let his daughter stare at it, and bite her lip in that sexy way she did.
“Now you have to take photos of me, daddy,” she said. “And send them to my phone. So I can see.”
And so Dan got out his phone and photographed his daughter. She gave him three poses – first a standing pose, catching her whole body from the front. Then she bent forward at the waist, so that her tits hung downwards, and he photographed that too. Then finally she turned around to face away, with her legs spread, and she bent in that position too, so that he could photograph her ass, and her perky, aroused pussy mound poking out of the crotch hole in the panties.
Dan sent the photos to his daughter, but he knew he would be keeping them on his phone, too, and that late at night he would stare at them as he masturbated.
She returned to her bedroom after that, and returned with the second set of underwear. This one was, if anything, worse – it was just string. A bright green thread ran around her waist, and connected to another string, no wider than a noodle, that ran between her butt cheeks and over her groin. It vanished completely between her pussy lips, and hid nothing. The bra was string too, and none of it actually covered her breasts, instead merely encircling the base of each tit in a kind of noose.
“This isn’t really underwear, sweetie,” Dan objected.
“It’s the latest fashion, daddy!” replied Tiffany. And she stared at his cock, and was satisfied to see it twitch eagerly as Dan continued to stare at his slutty daughter’s tits and pussy.
Again, he photographed her. They were practically nude photos – certainly pornographic – and he felt a surge of guilt as he zoomed his camera towards his daughter’s barely-concealed wet twat, and tried to pretend that he wasn’t thinking how nice it would feel for Tiffany to back all the way towards him, and then lower that cunt onto his stiff, eager cock.
The next outfit was just a sheer white negligee. It concealed nothing. It technically came down below Tiffany’s cunt, but it was completely see-through. Again Dan told his daughter she looked fuckable, and photographed her in various poses. He was so aroused now that he couldn’t think straight.
“Are you okay, daddy?” Tiffany asked. “You look flushed.”
“I’m fine,” said Dan. “It’s just that… you’re very sexy.”
Tiffany blushed, flattered. “Thank you, daddy.” Then she bit her lip again, in that mischievous way. “You know, if it’s too much… it’s okay if you need to take care of it.”
Dan tried to pretend he didn’t know what his daughter was talking about. “Go put on the next outfit, sweetie,” he said instead.
Next turned out to be another pair of crotchless panties, and a tight white shirt that read “Daddy’s Little Fucktoy” in brightly coloured letters.
He tried not to think about that – taking his daughter as his fucktoy, and just using her as she so clearly wanted to be used. Or even if she didn’t want it, for that matter – at this point a rape would be well-deserved…
He shook his head. Was he seriously fantasising about raping his own daughter? This was madness.
Except that his cock was so hard… it would feel so good to masturbate, to just point his cock at his whore of a daughter, and pump, until…
And then came the fifth outfit. And this wasn’t even an outfit. It was a set of clamps and chains. One clamp was connected to Tiffany’s clitoris, and it supported a short, thin chain, with a love-heart charm dangling from the end. The other two clamps were on her nipples, and connected to each other by a similar chain.
And around her neck was… a dog collar, and a chain leash.
And as he watched, she bounced over to him – chains swaying from her nipple and clitoris clamps – and she handed him the handle of the leash.
Dan couldn’t help it anymore. She was just too much of a slut.
He yanked hard on the leash, and Tiffany fell to her knees in front of Dan’s chair, between his spread legs, her face inches from his exposed cock. And with his other hand, Dan gripped his cock, pointed it at his daughter’s face, and began to masturbate.
After all the teasing, it didn’t take long. He felt the orgasm come, and he groaned with satisfaction as he began to spurt gob after gob of sticky sperm onto Tiffany’s surprised face. Some of it got in her eyes. Some of it went into her open mouth.
It felt amazing. It felt like using his daughter the way she was meant to be used.
And she was clearly delighted too. When it was all over, she gazed up at him with big, sexy, adoring eyes – and then she leaned forward to lick his cock clean.
He let her. He couldn’t resist. He felt her tongue run around the shaft of his dick, licking at his juices, and then watched as she took the whole tip between her lips, sucking the last of his cum from him and eagerly swallowing.
She was doing it willingly – but also his fist was tight on the leash, pulling her towards him by her collar. She couldn’t have backed away from his cock if she’d wanted to. And that felt good as well.
Dan’s daughter was a slut. It was a fact of his life now, and there was no getting away from it. And he would try to be good – but if she kept acting like a whore, there would be slip-ups. There would be moments where the pressure got too much, and he needed to relieve the tension – by ejaculating on her face. Or in her mouth. Or… elsewhere.
He would need to find a way to live with that.
The guilt would come later. But for now, his cock was in his daughter’s mouth, and his cum was shining on her face, and the world had never looked more beautiful.
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Slutty Tiffany tries on her new underwear for her father.