Chapter 2

Warning: this chapter is very filthy.

I was basking in the afterglow of getting a fantastic blowjob; I looked at my daughter. She was wiping my cum into her mouth. What a slut I thought, god I love her. Marsha had witnessed me abusing Sally’s face; I might have gotten carried away, but I had not had my dick sucked all the way down since before her mother left. I cringed as I remembered grabbing Sally’s hair and brutally forcing my huge cock down her throat. Never complaining, she took everything I gave. It was amazing watching my cock stretch her throat from the inside, and I could see the outline of my cock penetrating windpipe. Sally was gagging hard on my cock, barely getting a breath in. I did pull out regularly for her to catch a random gulp of air. She loved the abuse. Marsha loved the abuse as well. She got it all on video for sale on their website.

“That was great, Sally. It was almost as good as your mom used to do.”

“What, You think that Mom was a better cock sucker than I am? What did she do differently than I did?”

“It was the illusion of passion; you enjoyed it, and it seemed like you enjoyed the abuse. Your mom would look at me in the eye with love for what I did, or at least she made me believe it. You liked it, but you need to work on showing PASSION while you get abused. That makes a difference for the recipient and the audience as well.”

“IOP, I have heard of that; I thought it was just hype.”

“No most successful whores can turn it on and off as needed. I think it is something you and Marsha should work on.’

“Dad, you seem to have accepted my life way too easily. Why?”

“When I saw you on video that first time, I did not know what to do. I did not recognize you right away. I was getting into it when I recognized your tattoo. To tell the truth, I wanted to knock some sense into you right then. But the more I watched, the more I was conflicted. You were so fucking hot, and my daughter. In the end, I had not settled on what I was going to do until just now, when I saw you naked behind the door. You looked exactly like your mom when she was your age. I remembered humiliating her and making her service my friends. She loved it and wanted more and more. I finally knew when I saw you that you were exactly like that, and I would not be able to change you, So I did the only thing I could think of: accept you and help give you what you need, Just like I always have. I love you, Sally, warts and all.”

“Wow, Daddy, I hoped you would not be mad, but this is fantastic.” She jumped up and hugged me around my neck, pressing her naked body against mine.

I reached down and grabbed a handful of ass. She giggled in my ear.

“So Marsha, you said she hardly ever wears clothes. Does she stay naked all the time?”

“Whenever she is in the apartment, she is naked. I choose which clothes she wears for any shoots we do that require clothes or if she goes out.”

“We have reservations at Rick’s for dinner. What do you have for her to wear to the steak house?” I was getting more comfortable talking to Marsha about Sally.

“Oh, I have something I think you will like. Sally, let’s get you dressed for your Daddy.”

After they disappeared into the bedroom, I spent some time looking around the apartment. It was a three-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment. The master bedroom, where the girls had gone, had an ensuite. The other two bedrooms were set up for filming. The first room was like a little girl’s bedroom; if it was not for the camera and lighting equipment, it looked like a replica of Sally’s room when she was a little girl.

The next ‘bedroom,’ I really can’t call it a bedroom, was outfitted like a BDSM torture room; hanging on the walls were an array of whips and chains and attachment points on the walls and ceiling, what looked like a Gynecologist’s chair. The ubiquitous camera and lighting setup were present in this room as well. I needed to do my homework and see more of their content. The shared bathroom was a large room as well; all tile on the floor, walls, and even the ceiling was set up for easy cleaning; it was like the entire room was set up like a big shower with a drain in one corner. Did the girls do their Other Filth here?

The one room I did not see was where they had filmed the live-stream gangbang. I will ask them about other filming locations later.

I went back to the living room and waited. I did not wait very long. Marsha came out of the bedroom, leading Sally with a chain that dangled from her pussy lips. Sally had on a black sheer top. I could see her breasts clearly. And her skirt, if you could call it that, was a band of material that did not quite reach and tied around her hips that met in the front. The chain led through the slit that would open up, and Sally’s pussy would make itself known to the world with every step. I could see the clip biting into the top of her pussy. Sally looked so beautiful, her face a mask of submission and joy.

Marsha “Here is your slut of a daughter ready to accompany you; I give her to you. Freely. Do with it what you will.”

I recognized the official transfer of power over to me. This was going fast. I needed to step up and take control of her and both of them. “I accept the trust you have given me. To be clear, this is not a temporary transfer of ownership.”

“It is permanent. Both of us are yours.” Marsha handed me a second chain attached similarly to her pussy.

“Are you certain? We have just started this path.”

“Your ex-wife, Mary, was training both of us to be yours. We just needed a sign to indicate the right time.”

“Well then, I don’t want you to go to jail like Mary. You need to put on some street-legal clothes.” The look of disappointment that soured their faces made me add, “Oh, don’t worry. You both are going to have so much fun, trust me. Put something classy on it. It needs to be sexy but not over the top. Oh, and keep the jewelry on.”

Their eyes softened, “I am so sorry, Daddy, we just want to show off for you so much.” Sally tried to explain.

“Sally, I don’t expect you ever to decide what to wear, Marsha. I expected better from you. You’ve known me for years. You should know I like classy in public, slutty in private. There is something I enjoy in the ability to humiliate a well-dressed woman in public.”

“Sorry, Daddy, I got carried away; we have other clothes I hope you will approve of.”

“One more thing, I like the jewelry, but wear a choker necklace and connect the chain on your pussy to that under your clothes. I want to have easy access to give your clits a tug whenever I want. You too, Marsha.”

“Oh, Daddy, that sounds delicious.” The girls bounced back into the bedroom to get ready for the second time for Rick’s Steakhouse.

What came out of the bedroom was worth the short wait. Sally wore a short Little Black Dress with a red belt that deliciously conformed to all of her curves—it looked like it may have been painted on. Marsha wore a similar red dress with a black belt. They looked fantastic together. Their skirts only an inch or two past their ass cheeks in the back and just south of exposing their pussies. Every step was a dangerous endeavor with the threat of flashing random people.

I reached out and cupped the back of Sally’s neck and pulled her in for a kiss on her beautifully painted lips. The KISS was wonderful, but it had just enough tongue. I moved my hand, pinched the chain hanging from her necklace, and started to jiggle it after taking up the slack. Causing a gasp from my daughter as her clit was stimulated by the clip on her pussy.

“Now, that is what I was talking about. Let’s go girls.” It really gives a guy an ego boost to be seen with two beautiful girls—every guy who saw us walk by looked at the girls with lust in their eyes.

“See, girls, being naked is not the only way to get attention,” I said quietly as we found our table. The restaurant was set up with privacy in mind. The booths were high-backed, and we were not directly visible to other diners.

I was getting comfortable with the girls, and they were acting like teenagers. It was fun for an old man like me to bask in their beauty. I reached an arm around each girl sitting beside me in our booth and started to play with the chains attached to their chokers.

“Daddy, you are driving me crazy with that damn chain.”

“Good, I want you always horny. There is nothing more beautiful than a horny girl, at least to me.” I continued to stimulate each of the girls. Finally, the waiter came to get our drink order.

“Excuse me, can I ask you a favor? I don’t have my glasses, and I want to ensure that the jeweler gave us sterling silver for these necklaces and pendants.” I raised the chain attached to my daughter at the clasp where the chain met the choker. “There should be a mark on the clasp of 925. Can you read it for me?”

He looked at Sally; his eyes widened with what I assumed was recognition; maybe it was just lust, her cleavage on full display, her hardening nipples making her skin-tight dress stretch out and conform around them. “Certainly, sir.”

He clumsily pinched the necklace and pulled it to his face. He quickly took up all the slack, and Sally moaned, “Oh god, mmmmmm.”

“Oh, I am so sorry. Did I do something to make you uncomfortable.?”

“Oh no, I like it; look closer. Can you see the mark?” She prompted the waiter.

He pulled the clasp closer to his eye, causing Sally to stand up in front of him. “Yes, I can see it. It’s 925, just like you wanted. Sterling silver. This is a very nice piece.” He pulled on the chain, and Sally jumped again, not from pain, but with a strained look on her face.

“Sally, you look like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally, you know where she was faking an orgasm.” I teased.

“But, Dad, I am not faking anything. Oh, god.” The boy pulled on the silver chain rhythmically, smiling.

I read his name tag. “Ray, why don’t you show Sally where the bathroom is? I am certain it is about time for your break. Sally will be very grateful if you show her.” Did Sally look at me like, really, Dad?

“Show him how much you appreciate him giving your old man a hand.” It was priceless watching her range of emotions as she realized what I was doing. She looked at Ray and said, “I could use some help adjusting everything. Could you help me?”

Ray was not slow on the uptake. He reached out his hand and helped her up. “Just this way, ma’am”

Marsha looked at me. “What the hell? We don’t play in public that much.”

“I figured as much that you just played online where it was safe and according to your rules. Well, there are new rules.”

“So what are you going to do? Pimp us out?”

“Sally, yes, I plan on that, she is just like her mom, and that is where I made my mistake; I should have pimped her mom out, but I thought I convinced her to quit. You, however, I have not decided if you should be a whore or not.”

“What do I have to do to convince you...”

“Convince me you want to be a whore? Or convince me that you are not.” I interrupted her before she could finish what she was saying.

“You said my Ex, Mary, was training Sally to be mine, not that she was training you. I accept Sally as mine, So what is it? Do you want to be mine as well? Do you want me to – how did you put it? ‘pimp you out.’”

“I don’t know, Sally loves it all. I am really not into cocks, though.”

“I can work with that; I am not going to promise you won’t have to deal with any cocks, but definitely not as many as my daughter.”

“Ok, if I say no, then what?”

“You move out and don’t get to spend as much time with Sally; she will be busy.” My mind was getting back into the grove of having control of a slut; now it seemed I might have two. Marsha would be a help if I could control her. If I could get her to suck a cock once in a while and not have a constant diet of pussy, that would be best.