Chapter 22: Daddy & Daughter’s Amateur Video

John Preston

I sat in my office in the federal building with my associate, Gina Brand, going over the strange activities in a nearby town. We were both U.S. attorneys. Federal prosecutors. We had been tipped off about some heavy level of police corruption going on.

“I can’t believe this town,” said Gina. She shook her head. “How does this get allowed to happen. A cop car drove by in the footage.”

We were watching the cell phone footage of our suspect, Dean Michaels, having sex with a teenage girl, possibly underage. Beside him was a high school student named Vivian Bailey who was having a woman go down on her. It appeared to be the mother of the girl Dean Michaels fucked. It was in broad daylight on a street corner. Traffic was streaming by. In fact, the traffic was forced to go around the car he fucked the girl on. A local police unit drove by without stopping. No one tried to stop them. People walked by looking bored like what was going on was nothing interesting.

A knock wrapped on our conference room door. A moment later, two men walked in. They were both in cheap suits, the type government employees wore. One was in brown and the other in blue. They had serious faces and short-cut hair.

“Agent Smith and Carson?” I asked the two men.

They nodded.

“I need you to go to the local precinct and find out what they have on Dean Michaels. Be careful. This might be a corruption case.” I outlined what we knew. How no one seemed to care about what Dean Michaels was doing. My contact in the State’s attorney general’s off had found out that even the state police were corrupted.

So he’d reached out to us.

“We know what to do, sir,” said Agent Carson.

Dean Michaels

I leaned back as I stared at my control center. I could see the cameras showing off the mind-control network. Where every device lay. I could control any person on the screen. I felt like god. It was such an amazing feeling.

Things were going great. My daughters were both bred and happy. The first stage of the control room was up and running. My wife’s porn website was making money off the amateur videos she made by controlling other people. That was financing a lot of the work to mass-produce the mind-control device. And now we had sold our first one.

$10,000 in the account and Alex Tormand had his device being shipped to him at this very moment. With the money, I could really upgrade the command center. We needed far, far more hosting. More space to expand the network. The machines had to run on our platform. We had put in safety commands into each device to keep the operator from abusing it.

This was better than I could have imagined. I thought I would just control my family, but this was spectacular.

Kimberly “Kimmie” Michaels

The car pulled to a stop as I flicked through the pictures of the Eaton family once more. They were perfect. Devin Eaton was a fit man and his wife, Annette, was a busty and black-haired woman with such a friendly smile. Their daughter, Candace or Candy for short, was just adorable. Fifteen and ripening.

“We’re here, Mistress Kimberly,” said Tonya Albertson. The older of my two bang-maids was driving the car today. I sat in the back like I was a powerful Hollywood mogul.

I was becoming one.

“Excellent,” I said and pulled out my portable mind-control device. It had just enough range to cover an entire house. Already, I could see the Eatons appearing on the screen even if they weren’t in range of being controlled. “Let’s get set up.”

I was here with my crew to film our next film, “Daddy and Daughter Get Naughty 7.” The Eatons were the perfect family for it. I opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk. The day was nice and bright. The cul-de-sac empty. A naughty thrill ran through me. I loved making hot porn. Watching people have sex under my power was such a thrill.

I didn’t know which of the dots were which as I headed up to the house, but that didn’t matter yet. So I selected 5690C3, D204B3, and 4031ED so they would all get this next command. I ran all the standard protocols: incest protocol, obedience protocol, etc.

Then I put in the specific command

5690C3, D204B3, 4031ED; excited to be chosen by Kimmie to star in next porn and will give your all to make the best porn ever

I tapped the enter button and shivered as they were all now under those commands. With my bang-maids standing beside me and my crew—two cameramen, a makeup girl, a sound guy, and a production assistant—behind me, I rang the doorbell.

I heard heavy footsteps coming up. 4031ED approached the door. It opened onto Devin Eaton, the patriarch of the family. A tall guy with dark hair and glasses. He had a goatee that gave him a strong jawline and peeking out of the sleeve of his t-shirt was the tattoo of an anchor. An ex-navy man.

“Hi,” I said brightly, “I have great news. You have been chosen to star in my next movie.”

A big smile spread across his lips. This look of joy appeared in his eyes. “Really? Us. That’s amazing.” He threw a look over his shoulder. “Honey, we’ve been chosen to star in a movie.”

“Really?” asked a woman. Then she gasped and rushed forward. On my portable device, which looked like a bulky cell phone, D204B3 moved towards me which meant 5690C3 was the daughter. “We get to be in one of your movies?”

“That’s right,” I said, loving the device going to work on them. “Do you even know what my movies are about?”

“No, no, but they’re yours!” Annette Eaton bounced up and down and squealed in girlish delight. Her breasts heaved beneath the t-shirt she wore. Her black hair danced. She wore a pair of comfortable sweat pants. Just lying around the house clothes. That wasn’t good enough.

“So you have no idea what sort of film this is?” I asked, amused.

“Does it matter?” Devin asked.

“No, it doesn’t,” I said. “May we come in?” I was still polite even if I didn’t have to be, but if we didn’t have good manners we’d just be savages.”

“Of course,” Devin said.

“Do you need anything?” Annette asked. She looked flustered. “Like iced tea or something? I mean, if you like iced tea. Maybe I have something else. Is it too early for a glass of wine?”

“Relax, relax,” I said, the woman looking star struck right now. “You don’t need to be nervous. Under my direction, you’re going to be flawless. We’re recording some incest porn today. And some interracial cuckolding porn.”

“Okay,” Devin said.

“Sounds good,” Annette said. “What’s interracial cuckolding porn?”

I just smiled at her, my pussy getting wetter and wetter. Oh, I loved making wives get naughty with hung Black guys. I’d never fuck one myself, but it was hot watching it. Made me so wet and juicy. Later on today, I’d come to Dean dripping and needing him to fuck me hard. Maybe he would breed me. I had been off the pill for nearly a month. Its affect on me should be wearing off, allowing me to conceive once more.

I reprogrammed their dots to be Devin Eaton, Annette Eaton, and Candy Eaton. No more dealing with those pesky hexadecimal numbers. My husband was such an engineer that he thought it was fine. I was glad that he saw some sense and let us get away from those codes. The new interface that Virginia designed was so user friendly.

After a quick command, Candy came rushing downstairs and squealed in delight when she found out she would be staring in her first incest porno with her parents. She bounced up and down in place, her black hair swaying lose about her. She was petite and cute, just such a darling girl. The resemblance to her parents was perfect. She had enough of both in her face that you could tell she was their daughter.

“Okay, I’m going to type up your script,” I said, sitting down and working on their actions they would take. “Velvet will do your makeup and clothes. We have to get you wearing sexy stuff. And put Candy’s hair in pigtails. That will make her look younger and cuter.”

The family just nodded, all so eager for this.

So was I. My pussy was so wet. I wanted to have one of my bang-maids go down on me, but I had a lot of typing to do. This had to be perfect. I wanted this to be one hot shoot. The cameramen set up. The sound guy ran his test while Velvet transformed the family to get them ready.

The father into a tight-fitting t-shirt and pair of loose shorts he could get out of fast. We put Candy into an adorable outfit that played up her girlishness. We found a sheath dress for Annette to wear. No bra so her nipples were on display, and a thong to make it hotter.

Velvet shaved her to make her even naughtier. We also had Candy shaved so she would have a nice, bald twat. Make her look even more precocious. I was so excited. It took two hours, but we were finally ready to shoot.

Candace “Candy” Eaton

I sat on the couch utterly relaxed. The movie was about to start filming. I wore a pair of pink panties and a tight tank top that I hadn’t worn in years. It was like something I would wear to bed. It fit so tight about my chest, molding to my breasts. I didn’t mind. The cameramen were setting up, but I just ignored them.

Ignore everyone on the crew. They didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but sitting here.

“Okay,” a voice said, coming from the redheaded director. She looked young, almost a teenager, but I felt she was older. She had a wedding ring on. “Action.”

I suddenly felt so sleepy. I stretched my back and yawned, my pigtails swaying. Then I curled down and lay on my side on the couch. My eyes closed. I fell into regular breathing. I wasn’t quite asleep, but I was pretending to be. I was just so tired.

I heard Daddy entering the room. I felt him moving towards me. He let out a ragged breath. He was breathing over me. I shuddered and shifted my position. I rolled onto my back, my hands on my belly. My legs were spread just the right amount. His breathing grew even louder.

“Oh, god,” he groaned. “Candy ... My sweet Candy ... That cameltoe ... Fuck...”

A heat flared in my pussy. This wicked and wanton itch. I wanted to squirm, to touch my twat, but I had to continue to “sleep.” That was important. My eyes were just so heavy. My breasts rose and fell as I breathed regularly.

“Candy,” Daddy whispered. “Candy, you awake?”

I didn’t answer. I was sleeping.

“Oh, god, I can’t believe this,” he groaned. “Only fifteen ... Fuck.”

I heard clothes rustled. I wanted to open my eyes. What was Daddy doing? Then he touched my thigh. His hand was so warm on my flesh. This heat rushed up my leg to my pussy. I grew hotter. My cunt clenched. My nipples throbbed. I suddenly wanted to do such naughty things with daddy.

But I was sleeping.

“You shouldn’t be doing this, Devin,” Daddy muttered like he was talking to himself, his hand sliding higher and higher up my leg. “She’s your little girl. If Annette ever found out...”

I wanted Daddy to keep touching me. It felt so good. I didn’t care that he was my daddy. He was such a sexy man. I had been turned on by him ever since ... since ... My mind was all foggy. I didn’t need to worry about anything but sleeping here and enjoying daddy’s touch.

His hand stopped just short of my panties. His fingers stroked at my inner thigh. Just a little higher, and he would be touching my pussy. I wanted him to touch my pussy I was so hot and wet. I wanted to do more than make a soft sigh.

But I was sleeping.

“Jesus,” he growled and then slid his hand up and cupped my pussy. He let out a long, low groan. “Jesus, she’s so gorgeous. Don’t do this, Devin.”

Daddy rubbed up and down my slit, his hand stroking my pussy through my panties. He caressed me. It felt incredible. My toes curled. The heat rushed through my body. I bit my lip, fighting the urge to whimper. I would be a good girl. I wouldn’t gasp out at all. I sucked in a deep breath, my tits rising and falling.

I squirmed on the couch as his fingers stroked my pussy through my panties. He caressed me. Did such naughty things to me. I groaned, loving the way he caressed me. He pressed his digit into my flesh. He stroked up and down my slit, my pussy growing so wet. My clit throbbed when he slid over me.

“Oh, god, she’s getting wet,” groaned Daddy. “You shouldn’t be doing this, Devin. She’s your daughter. But...” He paused. Was he looking around? “Annette’s not home. No one will know. Candy’s sleeping so heavily.”

I shivered as his hands slid over my panties. He hooked the waistband and drew them down. I let out another sigh. I wanted to move. To help him, but I was asleep. I just had to lie here while he molested me like a naughty daddy.

He let out a loud groan, and I knew he was staring at my shaved pussy. I was so wet down there. Felt so sensitive without any bush. My toes curled. He rolled the panties down my legs. They passed my knees, and then they were going down my calves. He pulled them off my feet.

I heard him inhale. “Oh, god, Candy, you smell so good. I’m sorry. I’m such a bad daddy, but...”

He climbed onto the couch between my legs, forcing my right one to fall off the side of the couch. My pussy felt on such a display for my daddy. I wanted to cry out for him to eat me. I wanted to beg him to touch me so much. I was on fire. I wanted Daddy to do such naughty things to me.

Incest was more than okay, I craved it. I wanted it so badly now. Ever since I learned I was staring in a movie with Daddy, I wanted him. I never knew that I was attracted to him, but now he was the sexiest man alive.

And he stared at my pussy.

“That slit,” he groaned. “Her mother doesn’t have a pussy that tight. Jesus.”

Daddy’s hands landed on both my thighs. He stroked me with his strong fingers. He worked his hands up and down my flesh. I felt his breath on my pussy. I wanted to whimper. To quiver in anticipation. I felt him coming closer and closer to my pussy.

But I had to be asleep.

“Candy,” Daddy groaned and then his lips kissed my pussy.

Another person touched my twat. A man. My daddy. I whimpered, allowed to make that much sound. His tongue slid up my slit. He caressed my folds. My toes curled. The heat rushed through my body. It was so intense, I wanted to cry out, “Daddy, yes!”

But I just moaned.

I shifted my head. My hands twitched on my belly. Daddy’s lips kissed over my pussy. His goatee felt so amazing on me. The rasping caresses of his whiskers slid over my naughty flesh. The pleasure rushed through me. I groaned again, drawing in deep breaths. I felt the tank top so tight against my tits as Daddy ate me out.

He feasted on me now. He devoured me with such hunger. His hands slid down beneath me and grabbed my ass. He gripped me as he lapped at my virgin pussy. He stroked through my pussy lips and caressed over my hymen.

I whimpered louder. I twitched, my eyes moving. My legs spasmed from the delight. It was so incredible to feel. Daddy was eating me out as I slept. He was such a naughty daddy. He made me feel so good.

“Damn, Candy,” he groaned. “Oh, damn, your pussy tastes so good. My daughter has such a yummy cunt.”

I wanted to squeal in delight. I was so glad that he loved the taste of me because I savored his tongue licking and lapping at me. He ran that naughty tongue over my folds. He caressed me. Teased me. He did such naughty things to me.

I groaned as his tongue fluttered up and down my slit. He licked and lapped at me with such intensity. I shuddered as I squirmed on the couch. I bit my lip, whimpering louder and louder. His tongue fluttered over my clit.

He sucked on it.

Pleasure surged through me. This wonderful spike of bliss that swelled my climax building inside of me. Daddy made me feel so good. He nursed on my bud. He sucked on it with his naughty mouth while his whiskers rubbed all over my pussy.

My orgasm built and built. That naughty delight swelled in my pussy as he sucked at me. I shuddered. Whimpered. It was so hard to just lie here. I wanted to burst awake. It felt so amazing. I surged towards being active.

“Candy,” he groaned. “Sweet, sweet Candy.”

His tongue slid up to my clit again. He sucked right on the bud. He nursed on me with this powerful hunger. My clit burst in delight. I gasped at it. The heat surged through my body. I whimpered, my thighs clamping about his face.

I came.

My body bucked as the pleasure swept through me. Suddenly, the sleep melted away. My eyes sprang open as I gasped out, “Daddy, Daddy, what are you doing to me?”

“Making my sweet Candy cum!” he growled and licked at the juices flowing out of me.

I was cumming so hard. It felt so good. The couch creaked beneath me as I thrashed. My hands grabbed at my tank top as all these overwhelming delights rushed through me. This was so much better than masturbating. It was awesome. I felt so amazing. I loved every second of it.

“Oh, Daddy, yes!” I whimpered, my mind melting beneath this wonderful onslaught. “Daddy, daddy, you’re making me feel so good. I love you!”

He licked at my cunt. He slathered his tongue over my pussy as I bucked on the couch. I ignored the cameras recording us and the boom mike over us. It was just daddy licking me that mattered. My thighs clenched about his head.

“What is this?” I asked. I knew it was an orgasm, but I felt so girlish. So young and innocent now. “It feels too good.”

“Daddy just made you orgasm,” he said as I hit that wonderful peak.

“Oh, wow, that’s an orgasm,” I moaned, my voice so breathy and childish. “It was so amazing. I just burst with all these good feelings. Mmm, and it’s making me feel all naughty and itchy. I want more, Daddy. Give me more. Please! Pretty please!”

“Candy,” he groaned and then he sat up. He was wearing only his shorts. His cock tented the front of them. He groped himself as he stared down at me. He had pussy cream running down his lips. I had soaked him. “Let Daddy see how gorgeous you are naked. Show me those cute titties, Candy.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, wanting to do whatever he needed me to do. I grabbed my t-shirt and I peeled it off. I rolled it up and up my body. I unveiled my little breasts. They quivered before me. Then I took it off and threw it to the side.

Daddy groaned as he stared at my little titties. Then his hands were all over me. They swept up to my breasts and groped me. He squeezed my boobies. I gasped as he pressed me back down on the couch, groping my tits. I was all naked and feeling so good.

With a groan, he ducked his head down and he sucked on my nipple. I shuddered, my pussy on fire. I whimpered and groaned. Then Mommy appeared in the doorway. She gasped and ducked back out of sight. She peeked out, this look of jealous shock on her face.

But I wasn’t supposed to see her, so I pretended I didn’t.

“Oh, Daddy,” I moaned as he sucked on my nipple. “Won’t Mommy be so mad that you’re doing this to me?”

“Your mother’s not here,” he groaned. “And she doesn’t look as sexy as you.”

Mommy gasped so loudly but I ignored her. She wasn’t there. I was all alone with daddy. He was sucking on my nipple. “Mmm, you’re such a bad daddy to do this to me. I’m your little girl.”

“My sexy, cock-teasing little girl,” he groaned and sucked my other nipple into his mouth.

I gasped at that. My pussy clenched. The pleasure rushed through my body. My nipples felt so sensitive. His touch was so amazing. My daddy was awesome. I loved it. I groaned and squirmed, my pussy on fire as he nursed on me.

He swirled his tongue around my nipple. The heat was extraordinary. My cunt clenched from his naughty licking and lapping. It was amazing. I groaned, loving every second of it. He sucked on me while I squirmed.

“Daddy! Daddy!” I gasped. “Oh, I’m so glad Mommy’s not home. This feels so good. Just keep sucking on me.”

Miss Kimmie, the director, smiled as she watched, a woman in a maid outfit eating out her pussy. I ignored her, too. I focused on Daddy’s tongue as he nursed on my nipple. He sucked so hard. His tongue danced around it. I squirmed and moaned, my pussy clenching. The heat rushed through me. I would have such a huge orgasm.

It would be incredible. I would just burst in rapture. I groaned, wanting to experience this bliss so badly. I would cum so hard. I would have such a big burst of pleasure. I squirmed on my back, my pussy on fire. Though he had licked me to an orgasm, my cunt needed more.

“Oh, Daddy, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, that’s so good, Daddy!” I bit my lip. “But my pussy needs something, Daddy.”

“What?” he asked, popping his mouth off my nipple.

I blushed and squirmed. “You know, Daddy.” I wanted to scream out, “Your cock, Daddy, I need your cock,” but I couldn’t. I said, “I need ... your ... In me.”

“My cock?” he asked and rose up on his knees.

I nodded, blushing furiously. I felt so embarrassed for some reason. “I need it in me.”