Chapter 10: Daughter Mind-Controls Herself

Eve “Dusk” Michaels

I had the best day at church.

It was something I never thought I would think. Fun? At church? Those were places and concepts that did not go together. Unless you made love to your daddy in the nursing room while your mother and little sister were having lezzie sex nearby.

Then church was fun.

Hot.

Exciting.

My pussy ached in memory of losing my virginity to daddy’s cock. I sat beside him on the bench seat of his truck as we were driving to the computer part store. He had to buy more stuff. He was always building and tinkering and doing things in his basement lab. His newest creation sat between us.

Why had he brought it to church? He had been fiddling with it earlier before the potluck started.

“Dad,” I said, my hands stroking the closed laptop on my lap. The device was plugged into the laptop through a USB cable.

“Hmm?” he asked, staring ahead. He was a handsome man. Mature. He had glasses that gave him this teacher-look. But the hunky teacher that you wanted to drop your panties for.

He was a teacher, and I had dropped my panties for him. I almost giggled.

“Why did you bring this to church?” I asked. “I thought this was to help me study, right?”

I stroked across the top of the device. It was like a box but had places to plug things in. Dad said it would send out sound waves to help students study. My little sister, June, had teased me about it. I might wear glasses but I wasn’t a smart student. I was average. I studied, but it was so boring. I’d rather talk to my friends about clothes or boys or makeup or gossip.

I only wore the glasses because they made me look cute.

“It helps you see things differently,” Dad said after a moment. He spoke cautiously. Like he wanted to make sure he said the exact right thing.

“Oh,” I said, feeling disappointed. It was like he was hiding something about it. That he didn’t trust me. I squirmed. Or maybe I wasn’t smart enough to understand it. I glanced down at the laptop. We had just made love, but maybe we weren’t as close as I thought.

He sighed. “You really want to know?”

I nodded.

We slowed to a stoplight. He glanced over at me. I felt his eyes studying me. Considering me. Then he muttered, “Fuck it, the device works.”

I blinked at that. It was shocking to hear Dad just swear like that. He normally kept his language cleaner around June and me. And his students. I guess it was a teacher thing. I mean, I’d heard him swear around Mom, and when they were having sex, why, dirty words were flying.

“Open up the laptop,” he said and hit the gas, driving us through the intersection.

I did. The screen appeared. There was a program running. On the left side was a GPS map. It loaded for a moment then it showed us moving down it like it would on my phone. There were a lot of dots on the screen, all of them with a series of strange letters and numbers. Some were moving like they were in cars, others seemed like they were in buildings.

“What is this, Dad?” I asked, shocked. “It’s like some spy thing.”

“So, in the command line, I need you—”

“Command line?” I stared at it. “What’s that.”

“Where you type in the commands.”

“I don’t just click things?”

“No, it uses a command line. Like with DOS.”

“Dos? What’s dos?”

He sighed. “Never mind. It’s the field at the bottom that you can type in. Just click the cursor there and then type exactly what I tell you. No mistakes.”

“Right,” I said and brought the cursor to it with the trackpad. I tapped on it and a little blinking line appeared letting me know I could type. “Okay, ready!”

“Type G 5 5 4 E D.” I did that. Carefully. “Then the semicolon. After that type ‘acceptance protocol’.”

On my screen read: G554ED;acceptance protocol.

“Hit enter.”

I did. I stared at the screen. Then at dad. “Um, nothing happened.”

“Sure it did,” he said. “So that box is a mind-control device. It makes people do things.”

“Oh, okay,” I said, accepting it. “That’s cool.”

“Not going to argue? Not going to say that it’s impossible?” He glanced at me. “That it’s science fiction.”

“Well, I mean, you made it, Dad. I don’t know why you would lie to me. It seems like a perfect reasonable thing. I just wish it had done something.”

“Didn’t it?” he asked. “I mean, you don’t have any issue that it’s a mind-control device that just brainwashed you into accepting that it can control you. I wasn’t sure I would ever use this command, but everything else is working, so why not.”

“Wait, I’m being mind-controlled right now?” I gasped. “Oh, wow, that’s neat. So, uh, what else have you done to me?”

“Don’t you think it’s weird that you suddenly think incest is okay?”

“Well, why would that be weird. Incest is...” I trailed off. “Oh, wow, you did that? You made me like incest and want to have sex with you?”

“Yeah,” he said, sounding bemused. “How does that make you feel?”

“Well, I love it!” I smiled at him. “I mean, you just brainwashed me to accept it.” I gasped. “No, no, I brainwashed myself to accept it. Oh, this is neat. I need to do something else to myself. Mind-control me to do something else.”

“Eh, well, just type in those same six letters and numbers. That’s you. Put in the semicolon then whatever you type after that, you’ll do.”

“What was my code?” I asked. “G, 5, something, something, F?”

“G 5 5 4 E D,” he said, rattling it off fast.

“I was close.” I put it in, hit the semicolon. I stared at it for a moment then typed, Laugh for twenty seconds straight. I hit enter—

I burst into laughter. It was the funniest thing in the world. I couldn’t help it. I gripped the laptop and threw back my head. The chortles burst and burst from my throat. I couldn’t breathe I was laughing so hard. My face turned red. My lungs burned. It was just hilarious. I was the fun—

Stopped laughing.

“Oh, wow,” I said and then panted. “Oh, Daddy, I made myself laugh.”

“Yes, you did,” he said, shaking his head. “Be careful. If you put in the wrong command, you could hurt yourself.”

“Right.” I stared at the screen. G554ED;. What to type in next? Then an idea hit me. always wet and horny for her daddy.

ENTER

My pussy went molten in a flash. A wave of heat washed through me. I gasped, squirmed. I glanced over at Daddy, his crotch. I needed that cock. I shot my hand over, grabbing his crotch and squeezing his dick through his black slacks.

“Daddy, daddy, let’s fuck!” I moaned, stroking up and down him. “Mmm, let’s just get it on. I need your cock in me. Ooh, you have to fuck me so hard. Just slam that big dick in me. It’ll be soooooo hot.”

“Jesus, Dusk, what did you type?” he groaned, my hand stroking up and down his dick.

“To be wet and horny for you all the time,” I moaned. “I’m so wet. I’m so horny. Just pull over and fuck me. I need it.”

“Damn,” he growled. “You can’t do that. I can’t fuck you all the time.”

“Just right now,” I moaned. “Ooh, I love your cock. I need your cock in me. I mind-controlled myself to be so horny for you. Like I’m your slut.” I gasped and then started typing. G554ED;slut for her daddy.

ENTER

“Ooh, Daddy, I’ll do anything. I’ll suck your dick. You can fuck me up the ass. You can make me sleep with your friends. I’m your slut, Daddy. You can tie me up. Spank me. You can do all those Fifty Shades of Grey stuff to me.”

“You need to stop playing with that,” he muttered as he pulled into the parking lot.

“Mmm, if that’s what you want, Daddy,” I cooed. “I’m your slut. Just fuck me. Right now. I don’t care who sees us.”

“I care,” he muttered. “There’s like twenty minutes left on the device’s battery.” He pulled into a parking lot.”

“Please, please, please fuck me, Daddy,” I cooed. My hands found his zipper and drew it down. I thrust my hand into his fly, felt his cock through his boxers. “Just right here. I’ll suck it. You can cum on my face. All over my glasses. Guys like that, don’t they? Brett always wanted to do that to me, but he’s so boring. You’re not, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” he growled. “Type this!”

I did.

G554ED,840F21;ignore protocol

ENTER

“What does that do, Daddy? I moaned, putting his laptop on the dashboard.

“Everyone will ignore us,” he said and opened his cab door. They won’t see us. Interact with us. We’ll be essentially invisible. The fastest way to do this. We have like twenty minutes before the battery dies and it stops working.”

“Then let’s do this!” I moaned and hopped out. I ran around and met him in front of his truck. I fell to my knees and attacked his belt.

“Dusk,” he groaned. “What are you doing?”

“Blowing you,” I moaned. “Mmm, a slut should blow her daddy and have his cum dripping off her face.”

“Shit,” he groaned, looking around. People were moving around us, heading into the store, coming out with cardboard boxes holding parts. None of them stared at a hot, seventeen-year-old girl with her strawberry-blonde hair in pigtails as she pulled out her father’s cock.

Pity. It would be so hot if they watched me be my daddy’s slut.

I stroked my hand up and down his cock. It was beautiful. The perfect cock that a slut like me should be worshiping. I licked my lips, the hunger surging through my body. My hips wiggled back and forth. The juices dripped down my thighs. I groaned, my cunt clenching with such need. I would do all these hot and wicked and nasty things to daddy.

I was his slut!

I engulfed the tip of his cock and soaked him with my saliva. I stared up at him, his brown eyes blazing behind his glasses. I nursed with such hunger on his dick. My tongue swirled around him. It was so much fun to do. I bobbed my head. I sucked and slurped on his shaft with hunger.

I loved him.

“Damn, Dusk,” he panted as a man walked by us, not even looking once. “You’re sucking my cock with zeal. More than you ever have.”

But I hadn’t sucked his cock. Unless...

What a naughty daddy. He’d been mind-controlling me more than I thought. It was so hot. I made myself his slut. He took my cherry. My pussy was on fire. My right hand shot down. I slid up my thigh to my panties. I rubbed at the wet satin cloth. I thrust it to the side and groaned at the sloppy delight leaking out of my cunt. I still had Daddy in me. His cum soaking in my teenage pussy.

I thrust my fingers into him as my tongue caressed over his dick. I sucked hard. I bobbed, my glasses shifting. My cheeks hollowed as I worshiped his cock. I frigged my pussy with powerful plunges of my fingers. This was so hot.

Pleasure rippled through me.

“Dusk!” he growled and then grabbed my pigtails. Did he mind-control me to wear pigtails? Hot.

He held my hair like handlebars. I nursed on him with hunger. I sucked and slurped on him, my head twisting from side to side. My tongue danced around the crown of his cock. He groaned, his chest rising and falling.

I pleased him.

My cunt clenched on my thrusting fingers. My excitement built and built with every plunge of my digits into my cunt. I stirred myself around. I frigged myself with such passion. His precum spilled over my tongue. It tasted so good. Such a wonderful thing to enjoy. I sucked and nursed with all the passion that I could muster.

My pussy grew hotter and hotter. My orgasm built. I ground the heel of my hand onto my clit. It was so hot not having a cherry any longer. To be able to plunge my digits into my cunt without anything to stop them. To reach into me while I sucked Daddy’s cock.

“You’re getting me there, Dusk,” Daddy growled. “Damn, yes, you’re getting me there. I’m going to cum.”

A wave of delighted heat washed through me.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it? Yeah, you want my cum spurting into your mouth. You’re hungry for it.”

So hungry. I ground the heel of my hand harder on my clit. Sparks burst from my bud. My pussy drank in the thrust of my fingers. My digits wiggled inside of me. That was wonderful. I moaned around his cock, bobbing my head. My glasses shifted.

“Almost there,” he groaned. “Shit, Dusk!”

I ripped my mouth off his cock and seized his shaft with my left hand. I fisted the saliva-soaked shaft while moaning, “Cum on your slut-daughter’s face, Daddy!”

The man walking by didn’t hear me say these naughty things. My pussy grew so hot. I was on the edge of my orgasm. I would cum right here in the parking lot. I pumped my hand up and down Daddy’s cock, fingered my cunt, and begged.

“Just baste my glasses in your jizz!” I whimpered. “I’m your slut, Daddy! Your mind-controlled whore! Yes, yes, just shower me in your spunk!”

“Fuck!” he snarled and his cock pulsed.

Erupted.

Hot jizz splashed across my face. A line splattered over my glasses, obscuring my vision. My pussy burst with bliss. My orgasm shot through me. This hot and wicked surge of delight that sent bliss firing through me. It washed over my mind. It drowned me in ecstasy.

All while Daddy’s cum splattered my face. Just the way a slut-daughter should take it. Lines of his spunk painted my cheeks and chin. Landed on my lips. I flicked my tongue out, savoring his salty seed. He coated my glasses. More and more of his cum covered them. The jizz ran down my temples. It was so amazing.

He grunted. Groaned. “Dusk!” he snarled. “Jesus, Dusk!”

“I know,” I gasped, riding my orgasm to the height of rapture. I hit it and hovered there. “Ooh, Daddy, yes! This is so awesome. Your cock is so amazing!”

He panted, his chest rising and falling. He stared down at me, sucking in deep breaths of air. I grinned up at him, feeling his spunk dripping down my face. My orgasm died to a buzzing bliss. But I needed more.

“Now you got to fuck me, Daddy,” I panted. I hopped up to my feet, my breasts jiggling in my blouse. I reached beneath my skirt, my glasses dripping with cum. More ran down my face. I loved it. I pulled my panties down my legs. “You have to pound me, Daddy.”

“There can’t be much battery life,” he panted, looking around. “We could get caught.”

“I’m so wet and horny for you,” I panted and draped my panties over his still-hard dick. I leaned against his truck’s grill, sitting on the pumper. I spread my legs apart. “Just ram that cock into me. Fuck your daughter-slut, Daddy!”

I pulled off my glasses as he stared at me. I licked at the jizz on the lens just like a slut in a porno would. Daddy groaned at that. His cock twitched, my panties swaying. Then he ripped those off and threw them to the side.

He pounced on me.

He was between my thighs in a flash. My skirt rustled and then his cock rammed to the hilt in me.

Dean Michaels

I buried into my daughter’s cunt. She had mind-controlled herself into being my slut. Her strawberry-blonde pigtails swayed. She licked more of her cum off the lenses. It was so hot to watch her clean off my salty jizz off her glasses.

Her pussy embraced me. I loved sliding into Dusk’s cunt. She accepted it. That protocol had actually worked. I wasn’t sure if I would ever want to use that, but it was hot watching her mind-control herself into being my slut.

“Yeah,” I groaned, her legs wrapped around me. “You’re my slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy!” she cooed, her voice so girlish and sensual. “Your slut. Always I love you, Daddy. Now fuck me like a whore! I’m your whore. Your cum-dumpster!”

Where did she learn these words? My dick throbbed in her pussy as I fucked her hard. My truck’s shocks groaned as it shifted from the force. She licked clean her other lens, pink tongue gathering up my jizz.

She smacked her lips. “So good. Ooh, yes, yes, Daddy, use my cunt as your cum-dumpster. Just pump me full of all that spunk. Fire it into me. Flood me with your jizz. Just baste me. You can do it! Just flood me!”

“Yes!” I snarled, slamming hard into her. I buried to the hilt in her. I fucked her with all the strength I had.

She loved it. Her cunt squeezed around me. She held me tight. Her pussy gripped me. She wiggled her hips, stirring her tight twat around my dick. Her eyes sparkled up at me. She licked her lips, her face dripping in my seed.

“I’m my daddy’s cum-dumpster!” she howled for everyone to hear.

No one cared. They all ignored us.

I shuddered, slamming into her. My dick buried into her pussy. I slammed deep and hard. I fucked her with passion. She whimpered. Moaned. She undulated her hips, stirring her cunt around my dick. Her green eyes stared up at me. She put her glasses back on, smeared in streaks of jizz.

It was so hot. So sexy. My daughter was my slut. I slammed to the hilt in Dusk, the pressure building and building at the tip of my cock. Her underage cunt squeezed about me, bringing me closer and closer to that moment of my orgasm. When I would pump her full of all my jizz.

I would flood her.

Baste her cunt.

I would fire so much of my spunk into her. I would pump her full of my incestuous cum. She would drip with my jizz. It would be so hot. My balls slammed into her. She squeezed her hot flesh around my dick. That hot, tight glove.

BEEP!

I buried into her and froze.

“What, Daddy?” she whimpered. “I need you to cum in me. To dump all your jizz in my naughty cunt!”

“The battery’s dying,” I groaned.

BEEP!

“Then you better fuck me fast!” she gasped, her thighs locking around me. “I’m not letting you go, daddy. I want to cum on your cock.”

“Shit!” I gasped and fucked her hard.

I pounded my teenage daughter’s cunt. I buried to the hilt in her again and again. I savored every last plunge into her. I rammed into that hot and delicious pussy. I buried into her, savoring her pussy wrapped around me. She held me tight. She massaged me with her juicy cunt.

BEEP!

I groaned, pumping away hard and fast. I slammed to the hilt in her. I loved the feel of her pussy wrapped around my cock, carrying me closer and closer to that moment of eruption. That moment when I sprayed my cum into her cunt. I would baste her. I would spurt my jizz into her so hard. I would fill her with so much jizz.

BEEP!

“Daddy! Daddy!” Dusk gasped, her hot cunt squeezing about me. “Yes!”

BEEP!

“Cum in me!” she howled as she came on my dick.

Her pussy writhed around my plunging cock. Hot, tight, teenage cunt massaging my dick. My balls tightened.

BEEP!

The cum screamed towards the tip of my cock.

BEEP!

I threw back my head and buried into her.

BEEP.

Came!

“Daddy!” my daughter howled as my cum pumped into her pussy. “Yes, yes, yes, I’m your cum-dumpster slut-daughter! Fill me with your jizz! Use me!”

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I pumped hot cum into my daughter’s pussy. Spurt after spurt of jizz that slammed into her. The pleasure burned through my mind. Her cunt writhed. Convulsed. She milked me. She worked out every drop.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

“What is that?” a man asked.

“Shit!” I groaned. It was moments from dying. I fired the last of my cum into my daughter. I ripped my cock out of her.

BEEP! BEEP! BE—

It died.

I shoved my cock back into my pants and moved around my truck. My daughter stood up, her skirt falling around her thighs. The man looked over at me and blinked in surprise. Then he gave me a friendly nod and headed inside.

“Goddamn,” I panted, breathing heavily. If that had died a few moments earlier when I was cumming and couldn’t pull out of my daughter...

“Oh, Daddy, I’m just full of your cum,” my daughter cooed, coming up beside me. “You can dump more in me. Whenever you want.”

“I’m tapped out,” I panted. The device was off, taking away my stamina. My cock ached.

“But I’m still so horny, Daddy.” She rubbed her tit against me through her blouse. “We could slip into the bathroom and I could suck your cock hard.”

I reached into the glove box and pulled out a box of wet wipes that my wife kept in there. I handed them to her. “Wipe off your face.”