Chapter 2: Daughter Becomes Daddy’s Anal Slut

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

I woke up alone the next morning.

Daddy wasn’t in bed with me. I stretched my back, wondering where he went. I wanted to give him a wake-up blowjob. To show him that I loved him right from the start of the morning like a daddy’s girl should. I hummed as I felt so incredible for making love to him last night.

I rode his dick just the way a daddy’s girl should. It was so amazing. I had such a wonderful time last night. Maybe Daddy was cooking me breakfast. So I rolled out of bed and didn’t even grab my phone.

That was how excited I was to see my daddy.

I rushed out of his bedroom in his penthouse apartment. I was so glad to be here and not living with Mom and her new husband. I was a daddy’s girl. I should have been loving with Dad from the start. I could have been sucking his cock and riding his dick for a while now. I was sixteen.

I hummed as I skipped naked down the hall, my perky, round tits jiggling before me. My blonde hair streamed behind me as I entered the open living room/dining room/kitchen part of the apartment. I gazed out at it.

He wasn’t here.

“Daddy?” I asked, feeling so alone.

Out of the windows, I could see the Pacific Ocean. I was on the other side of the country, away from my friends. Mom was off on her honeymoon with Peter. He was such a boor. I would never be his daughter. I’d always be my daddy’s girl.

“Daddy?” I called moving back to the hallway. I pushed open the bathroom door. He wasn’t in here, either. Then I glanced in his office. Nothing. Lastly, I checked my bedroom. I don’t know why I thought to look in there, but where else could he be?

Had he left?

I sighed and headed into my bedroom. I sank down on the bed with its new comforter that Daddy had bought me yesterday that wasn’t that ugly brown. Where had Daddy gone? Why wasn’t he home? How could I blow him?

I snagged my phone off the nightstand and swiped it open. I had so many notifications. I swiped away several YouTube ones and I had a lot on Instagram. People were commenting on my posts from yesterday.

I opened the posts, and there was a debate if I would actually go have sex with my daddy like a daddy’s girl should. @naughtyblossom, my friend Lily, insisted that I wasn’t. That I had to just be fucking around and wasn’t actually a perv who wanted to have sex with her father.

“You’re just jealous that my dad’s hot,” I commented to Lily’s last post, “and your dad isn’t.”

“Jealous?” Lily’s answer came at once. I was surprised she was up. It was only a little after nine. Then I remembered it was a little after noon on the east coast. “You’re sick. You shouldn’t think your Dad’s hot.”

“Sure she should,” @shaneroberts123 typed. He was a guy named, unsurprisingly, Shane Roberts. “I think it’s hot that you find your dad hot @shanicutie.”

That was me. @shanicutie. My name was Shanice and I was a cutie.

“Did you do it?” asked @antonmax. Another guy I knew.

“Yeah!” commented @machoc. I didn’t know him well at all. But that was the point of Instagram. I wanted to be an influencer and make it big. “Did you?”

“I bet you rode your daddy’s dick,” @pussycatlover typed. That was Lee, another guy from school. “You’re such a slut for him, @shanicutie.”

I was a slut for my daddy.

I held up my phone and took a shot of me with my bedroom hair and from the shoulders up so they didn’t see the naughty bits. I looked sexy. You could tell I was naked—I had cut off the picture right before you could see my nipples. I looked sensual like I had just woken up from a night of lovemaking, my blonde hair tousled. I had a pouty smile and gorgeous, blue eyes.

“What do you think, @pussycatlover?” I captioned the pic and uploaded it.

“Yeah, you fucked your dad!” @machoc typed. “And you’re going to do it again.”

My pussy clenched. “Of course,” I answered. “I’m a daddy’s girl!”

“Daddy slut!” @naughtyblossom typed. “This is so fucked up. I’m done.”

My other friend, Veronica, had blocked me yesterday and now Lily just did it. I gasped in indignation. I couldn’t believe it. That was so fucked up. We shared everything, and now that I had embraced being a daddy’s girl and all it entailed, she was mad?

It hurt, though. I blinked back tears.

“Don’t let her get you down. You’re doing the right thing. Fucking your dad is hot!” @machoc said.

“Yeah, it’s so hot!” @shaneroberts123 added. “Don’t let @naughtyblossom make you feel like shit. You rock. You’re awesome.”

“I am awesome!” I typed, feeling so glad right now.

“You are my hero!” @pussycatlover typed. “Damn, @shanicutie, you should fuck your dad as much as you can.”

“Get bred by him!” @antonmax posted.

My pussy clenched. That was so naughty. A daughter couldn’t have her daddy’s baby, but...

“Daddy’s girls always get bred by their fathers,” @machoc commented. “And you’re one slutty daddy’s girl, aren’t you?”

“You fucking better believe I am,” I typed proudly. “I’m going to have my daddy’s baby!”

They guys exploded with dirty comments. I smiled at how popular I was even as I thought about how much fun it would be to be bred by Daddy. I glanced at my dresser. I had my makeup case on there. It also held my prescription for the birth control pills. I didn’t need that. I wasn’t hooking up with guys. I was a one daddy girl now.

I took out the pills and headed to the bathroom. I dumped them all into the toilet and flushed it. Then I tossed the container into the trash. My pussy was on fire. I bit my lip and then I grabbed my phone.

“Hey, Daddy, where you at?” I typed. I took a selfie of myself, naked and looking so sexy. “I’m so wet and ready to be bred. Come home and fuck me hard!” I added some heart and winky emoji then an eggplant and a sploosh emoji to let him know how much I wanted his cum firing into my cunt.

I sent that all to him then headed into the kitchen, feeling peckish. I bet he would drive home from work—which was where he had to be, it was a Wednesday—and just make such wonderful love with me so we could make a baby.

I scooped up some Greek yogurt into a metal bowl and added some fresh strawberries to it and snapped a photo, uploading it to Instagram. Then I set about eating it while watching some YouTube videos. One of the makeup channels I loved to watch. It was a tutorial video on how to use eye shadow to most effectively.

Just as I was finishing it up, Daddy texted back, “You can’t send me pics like that! You’re underage! What happened last night was a mistake. It won’t happen again. In fact, you should go stay with your grandparents.”

I was so stunned. He never wanted to have sex with me? It was a mistake? I blinked my eyes. This couldn’t be happening. I ran into my room and threw myself on my bed. I buried my face into my pillow as the tears came.

How could he want to pack me off to my grandparents? Didn’t he know that I was a daddy’s girl? I belonged with him. I needed to have his baby. To love him. My emotions were so powerful, I felt like I would explode. The pain in my heart sobbed out of me.

I screeched and threw my pillow away.

“It’s not fair!”

I kicked my legs. Anger and pain and grief swept through me. How could he be so hurtful to me when I just wanted to love him. Didn’t he enjoy the blowjobs? Didn’t he love my pussy riding up and down his cock? Didn’t he love spurting all his cum in me.”

I grabbed my phone and created a new Instagram post. “Crisis! Daddy wants to send me to my grandparents. He doesn’t want to have sex with me. He thinks it’s a mistake. What do I do?”

“That sucks, @shanicutie,” @antonmax posted along with some sad emojis and a hugging one.

“You’re dad’s an idiot,” @shaneroberts123 commented. “How could he think having sex with you is a mistake. You’re hot.”

“Super hot!” @pussycatlover added. “I can be your daddy.”

“You’re not her daddy,” @machoc typed. “Only her daddy is her daddy. No other guy turns a true daddy’s girl on.”

“That’s right!” I replied. “He’s the only guy I want. He’s so sexy. He makes me so wet. Why doesn’t he want me?”

“Is he gay?” asked @devinator. He was another guy from school.

“He’s not gay!” I typed. “He has lots of girlfriends. Does he like them better than me?”

“He’s scared, @shanicutie,” @machoc said. “He hasn’t been around you to watch you grow up into this sexy, young woman. He didn’t get the slow build up. The flirting. The tension. The growing need to make love to his little girl until, finally, one day you both surrender together. When he finally makes love to you and takes your virginity. You just appeared all grown up, and it’s confusing him.”

“But what do I do?” I typed. “I missed all these years. I only have the summer. I can’t lose him.”

“Of course you can’t,” @machoc replied back. “You love him. All daddy’s girls love their fathers with all their hearts.”

Such passion surged through me. This powerful ache to be with him forever and ever. “I do! I love him so much, @machoc. But I lost him. He thinks it was a mistake.”

Fresh tears spilled down my cheeks.

“He’s an idiot!” ““@shaneroberts123 typed. “Incest is too hot to be a mistake.”

“Yeah, I’m thinking about you and your dad right now,” @pussycatlover typed. He had an eggplant emoji and splooshes after it.

“Eww, don’t masturbate to me with my dad!” I typed, growing angry.

“But it turns you on knowing that it turns others on,” @machoc replied. “All daddy’s girls want to tell the world about their incestuous passion.”

“You’re right. Masturbate away, @pussycatlover!”

Lee, @pussycatlover’s real name, replied with a winky face emoji.

“But what do I do?” I asked. “He’s at work.”

“Go there and suck his cock beneath his desk!” @antonmax posted. “That’d be hot. I’d fap to that.”

“Hell yeah!” typed @shaneroberts123.

“Go to his work and show him how hot you are,” @machoc commented. “Get him to eat out your pussy. Daddy’s girls do not let their daddies go, do they?”

No, they didn’t.

“I’ll do it!” I typed.

“And do anal!” commented @pussycatlover. “Any girl who does anal is a keeper in my book!”

“@pussycatlover is right,” @machoc added. “Give your daddy that ass and you’ll be his daddy’s girl forever.”

“I can do anal!” I said. I hadn’t ever done it, but I could.

Excited by this, I flew from my bed to my suitcase. I had to get ready for my seduction. I dug through my clothing, looking for the perfect outfit. I threw clothing around, my round breasts jiggling. I bit my lips. I wanted something officey. I found a silk blouse that was semi-formal. It was pink and had a scoop neckline. I set that down and then dug around until I found a charcoal pencil skirt.

Did I bring any nylons? I never was a fan of them, but Mom always insisted that I have a few pairs for any formal occasions. She thought Dad might take me to the opera or something. There was a lot of culture to experience here on the West Coast.

I found an egg with dark nylons. I smiled. I didn’t need bra or panties, but pantyhose would be sexy. Then I darted for the bathroom and showered, keeping my hair pinned up so it wouldn’t get wet. I washed with my lavender-scented body wash, my loofah running over my skin making me tingle.

My cunt was so hot.

But this wasn’t the time to masturbate.

I washed out my asshole next. I got my fingers all soapy and thrust them into my backdoor. It felt so strange. I had never done anal before, but I could not see why not. It made my pussy all nice and juicy as I worked my fingers in and out. I whimpered and groaned, this naughty sensation rippling through me.

I was ready. Clean. Sultry. Eager for my daddy’s cock.

I stepped out of the shower and put on my makeup. I wanted to be sophisticated and look more adult. I was heading to his work, so I had to be “professional” sexy. I browsed a few tutorials on YouTube to find just the right technique for the effect I wanted. It was different from how I normally wore my makeup. Bright red lipstick. Heavy eye shadow and thick mascara. A light amount of rouge. Then I brushed out my hair into something professional.

I looked older. More adult and yet I still had my sixteen-year-old charms shining through. I hummed as I pulled on the nylons. The cloth whisked over my skin. It felt so amazing, my skin alive with all these tingles. I groaned as I wiggled my hips and rolled the nylons higher and higher up my thighs.

“Ooh,” I groaned to my reflection in the mirror on the closet door. My round boobs jiggled as I rolled the nylons up and over my rump. “These feel extra special!”

I had never worn them without panties on. They dug into my butt-crack, hugging my peachy ass in ways not even yoga pants did. And the feel of the cloth against my shaved pussy was electric. I groaned at it, my heart pounding.

I pulled on my blouse and closed it. There were two buttons on the left side that held it closed. Then I drew on my pencil skirt. I rolled it twice at the waistband to make it extra short and show off so much of my thigh. It barely hid my ass.

I smiled at the effect. I put on a pair of black pumps and felt transformed. I was an office daddy’s girl now.

Of course, I took a selfie and put it up on Instagram. While I waited on my Uber, the comments exploded.

“You’re dad is going to bend you over and fuck you hard!” @shanerobets123 groaned. “You have to post all the details.”

“So going to fap to that,” @pussycatlover said. “Going to fap so hard to you! You’re fucking hot, @shanicutie!”

“I’m so hard right now,” @antonmax added.

“You’re fucking sexy!” @devinator commented.

I felt sexy.

“That is the perfect outfit to get your daddy to eat out your cunt,” @machoc said. “Just be bold. He wants you. He wants you bad, but society has told him it’s wrong. But incest is okay when it’s between a father and a daddy’s girl. What you have is special. It’s a love that can’t be broken.”

“That’s right!” I squealed as I typed that. Then I got the notification. “My Uber’s here. I’m off!”

A flood of “Good luck!” popped up beneath my last comment.

I headed to the elevator and rode it down. I strode out feeling so sexy and sophisticated. I stepped out on the curb as the Uber pulled up, a black sedan. The driver, a doughy woman, hopped out and smiled at me.

I slid into the passenger seat and we had an awkward ride to my daddy’s work. He was in one of those skyscrapers. I marched in and then I had to figure out how to find his office. This had to be a surprise. Luckily, @machoc had some great ideas. I called the office for Trans-Pyramid Holdings and found their floor. Then I rode up the elevator.

My pussy was so wet on the ride up. The nylons clung to my pussy lips. My toes wiggled in my pumps. People got on and off as the elevator creaked upward. Finally, I reached the sixty-third floor and stepped off. There was a large bustle. People were moving back and forth.

“Excuse me,” I said nervously to one guy walking by. “I’m looking for my dad ... Frank Mitchel’s office.”

He paused and glanced at me. “Your Shandra?”

“Shanice,” I said.

“Right, right, he’s been talking all month about how you’re coming out to stay with him.” He looked me up and down with hunger in his eyes. “You’re sixteen.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, giving him a frosty glare. “So remember that!”

He flushed. “He’s, uh, back that way.” He pointed and then hurried off.

What a perv. The only man who should be ogling me was my daddy. I marched off, my heels clicking. I headed in the direction that he pointed me. I moved through the office of Trans-Pyramid Holdings, my cute ass wiggling. I reached his office. He had his name on the door and everything.

So I just smiled and barged in on him.

“ ... and that’s why...” Daddy’s words trailed off as he spoke into his phone. And not a smartphone, but one of those old fashion ones. A landline phone. I smirked at him and closed the door behind me. His jaw dropped as he saw the sensual and sophisticated version of me. In my short skirt and sexy nylons and my boobs jiggling in my low-cut blouse. He swallowed. “And that’s why you want to trust us to...” He paused. “Can you hold on, my daughter just walked in.”

“Oh, keep talking, Daddy,” I said. “I’ll wait.”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” he said into the phone, looking so nervous. Which was a shame. Daddy had nothing to be nervous about. He was such a sexy hunk. He had dark hair with these exciting wings of gray from the temple. An older man. Distinguished but fit. He kept in great shape and even had a bit of a tan. He wore a blue, silky shirt with a navy tie.

I gave him a winsome smile as I set my purse on his desk.

“So, where were we?” Daddy asked. “Right, right, now that property is going be a great revenue generator. Uh-huh. We’re talking 13% a year at a minimum. Yeah, I know.”

That sounded all boring to me. Not what I was here for. I hadn’t blown my daddy at all today. He was so mean to sneak off to work while I was sleeping in. So I sank down on my knees on the other side of his desk. He stared at me, his panic increasing.

Then I crawled under his desk. He wore gray slacks. I groaned as I grabbed his knees and pushed them aside. He shifted in his chair as my hands slid up and down his thighs. His voice grew breathier on the phone.

“Okay, okay,” he said into the phone as my hands reached his crotch. I rubbed at his hard dick. Oh, Poor Daddy. He needed me. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll have my team fax you over the numbers. Yes, yes, have your people look it over.”

I squeezed his cock. He jumped in his chair, the leather creaking.

“Yes, yes, I do need to talk to my daughter,” he said as I undid his leather belt. “It’s, uh, been an adjustment having her move in with me. My ex had her and ... And ... She needs to learn some boundaries.”

Boundaries? There shouldn’t be boundaries between a daddy’s girl and her sexy father.

I unbuttoned his fly and pulled it open, the zipper rasping down. His cock throbbed beneath his silk boxers. He wore dark-red ones. I smiled and slid my fingers through the slit in the front and grabbed his cock.

“Right, right, children need boundaries,” Daddy groaned, his voice so tight. He sounded so stressed. I would take care of that.

I pulled his dick out through the slit in his boxers. He throbbed in my hand. He was so big and thick and just beautiful. I licked up the side of his cock, dragging my tongue higher and higher up his salty-tasting shaft. He squirmed more in his chair.

“Yeah, really have to go,” he groaned. “She’s, uh, being a brat.”

I could be a brat.

I licked the tip of his cock. I danced around it. He let out a moan. My lips kissed right at his slit, tasting the salty delight of his precum. Then I smooched over the sides. My tongue danced around his cock, teasing him with all the wicked things I would do to him. Then I swallowed his dick with hunger. He gasped as I did that. I slid my tongue down his cock, sucking him into my mouth.

“Goodbye, Mr. Hoover,” he groaned and hung up. “Fuck, Shanice!”

I suckled on him with hunger. I bobbed my head, my pussy soaking my nylons. I was so wet and ready for Daddy to eat me. But first I had to make him cum. I had to make him explode in my mouth and swallow all that jizz.

I suckled as I worked my plump lips up and down his cock. It was so wonderful to have his dick in my mouth. I nursed on him, my hips wiggling from side to side. My tongue danced around his shaft. I brushed him with my stroking tongue.

He groaned, “Fuck, Shanice. What are you doing?”

I thought that would be obvious.

“You can’t do this here,” he groaned.

I should have done it at home before he went to work. I should have had my mouth wrapped around his cock. Just sucking on him. Blowing him. Loving him. It would have been incredible for me to do that for him. He would have loved every second of it.