Chapter 3: Daddy Mind-Control’s His Fertile Girl

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

I was kneeling in my daddy’s office in my torn pantyhose and my gray business skirt hiked over my waist. My pink blouse was open, my round and perky tits out in all their sixteen-year-old perfection. I had my mouth wrapped around Daddy’s cock, nursing his dirty dick clean of my asshole.

Just like a daddy’s girl should. And I was the best daddy’s girl ever. I was so glad that I had come to live with Daddy. It wouldn’t just be for the summer while my mom was off on her honeymoon with her new, lame husband. Oh, no, I would stay with daddy forever and ever.

Daddy was looking at my phone as I sucked his cock, reading all those helpful Instagram suggestions. My girlfriends had not been useful. Lily and Veronica had both blocked me over jealousy that my daddy was a hunk who I was fucking and their dads were old and gross. But the guys all showed me just what to do.

@pusscatlover, @antonmax, @machoc, @devinator, and @shaneroberts12 were all the best. Those guys showed me just what I had to do to love my daddy and be the best daddy’s girl ever. That was why I came to his work at Trans-Pyramid Holdings to prove to Daddy just how much I loved his cock.

He had such a yummy dick flavored by my sour asshole. I stared up at him, his chest rising and falling in his light-blue dress shirt, his tie discarded. He was so handsome. The wings of gray streaking from his temples only made him more distinguished and experienced.

That much more of a sexy daddy.

“You’ve been doing everything that they post?” he asked me.

I slid my mouth off his cock and moaned, “Sure! They’re great suggestions.”

“This is insane, Shanice,” he said. “It’s like their comments are controlling you. Changing you. That can’t be possible.”

I just shrugged and licked at the base of his cock, savoring the strong taste of my asshole there. That earthy flavor made me shudder. My naughty pussy clenched while more of his cum bubbled out of my asshole.

“They changed you,” he muttered. “You weren’t like this when you arrived. It’s like...” He shook his head. “That’s really not possible.”

“What does it matter, Daddy?” I asked. “I love you and your cock. I’m your girl. I want to have your baby.”

He groaned. “Fuck. This is so ... So ... Fuck.”

“Daddy, I love you. This isn’t wrong because I’m a daddy’s girl. We’re allowed to commit incest with the man we love.”

He squeezed his eyes for a second. Then he grabbed his phone and started messing around with it. I just licked back up to the crown of his dick and then sucked his cock into my mouth. My lips slid over his cock, the flavor of his precum mixing with that sour musk of my ass. I groaned as I sank lower and lower down his dick, his tip rubbing against the roof of my mouth.

Daddy handed me my phone. I took it in one hand as I nursed on his big dick. I glanced at the Instagram post, eager to see what new comments had appeared. I suckled, my cheeks hollowing with the force of my suction.

“That’s so hot that you’re sucking your dad off after he fucked you in the ass,” @devinator posted. He was a cute guy at my school.

“God, you’re such a slut for your daddy, @shanicutie!” @shaneroberts12 typed. He was another guy I knew from school.

Then a new comment appeared, just posted, from @frankamitchel. That was Daddy! “Stop sucking my cock, stand up, and hop on one foot before me.”

I ripped my mouth off Daddy’s cock. It was such a great idea. I stood up before him, my blouse rustling and my teenage boobs jiggling. They bounced with all my underage perfection. I stood on my right foot and began hopping.

That made my tits heave. Daddy stared at me as I gripped my phone and smiled at him. I had to fight my balance, but I was committed to hop on one foot for my daddy. He shook his head in disbelief, his brow knitting.

My phone chimed with an Instagram notification. A new comment.

“Take a pic of yourself and post it,” @machoc posted.

I stopped hopping on one foot and opened the camera app through Instagram. I aimed it at myself, posing and showing off all my naked perfection. I put on just the most appropriate expression, lips pouty and looking so sexy.

“What, no!” Daddy said, gasping. “Don’t do that.”

“Daddy, it’s such a great suggestion,” I said and then snapped the pic. I posted it. My naked body loading onto the screen. All the guys would love it.

DING!

New comment.

“You will only listen to my comments from now on,” @frankamitchel typed. “You won’t listen to any other comments. Only mine. You’re a daddy’s girl, after all, and I’m your daddy. Now delete that pic.”

I did, beaming at him. “Thanks, Daddy. I would have gotten in trouble with Instagram for that one.”

“@frankamitchel, well played,” commented @machoc next. “Enjoy your daughter.”

“Take another photo!” @antonmax groaned. “I missed it.”

My brow furrowed. “No way! Why should I show you my cute bod? It’s for Daddy only!”

Daddy grinned. “@shanicutie, you don’t need to be on Instagram at all. Just do what I tell you and everything will be fine.”

“You’re right, Daddy,” I said and closed the app. Then I set my phone down. I didn’t need Instagram at all. Why did I even care about it? I used to feel like it was the most important thing in my life, but everything would be fine without it. I had my sexy daddy.

“When I picked you up at the airport, your phone was broken,” Daddy said. “How did that happen?”

I thought back to the plane ride. It had been so long and boring from the East Coast out to California. I had spent much of it on my phone or watching movies. “I’m not sure,” I said, struggling to remember. “It just ... There was...” My mind felt all foggy for a moment, smothered by something. I shook my head to clear it. “It just broke.”

He swallowed. “You’ll do anything I tell you, won’t you?”

“Of course,” I said. “I’m your girl, Daddy. I love you.”

He glanced at the door. “Straighten your clothing, go home, and have dinner ready for me at six-thirty.” He closed his eyes, his cock thrusting out of his boxer’s fly, twitching. “Wear only an apron.”

I squealed in excitement. “I will, Daddy!”

I wanted to kiss him so much, but he didn’t tell me to do that. I hummed as I buttoned up my blouse and then shoved down my skirt. I snagged my phone as I raced around his desk and hurried to the door.

“I’ll make the best dinner ever,” I said, a shudder racing through me. “Ooh, you’ll love it. I’ll do what Mom never did: be a good wife.”

“Fuck,” he said, closing his eyes. For a moment, he looked sick, like he had done something wrong.

I would have to make sure it was an amazing dinner to cheer him up.

I slipped out into the office, humming to myself. My phone kept chiming with Instagram messages, but I ignored them. They weren’t important. I was glad I didn’t run into the creepy guy who worked in the office this time, thank god.

Daddy’s cum felt so naughty filling my butt-crack as I rode the elevator down. I squirmed out on the street waiting for my Uber to show up and drive me home. My hips rocked back and forth while I hummed. Then I squirmed on the car ride, feeling the back of my skirt getting all sticky.

“I’m going to make my daddy a yummy dinner,” I told the driver. “He’s going to love it.”

“Uh-huh,” the driver said, his hand drumming on the steering wheel to the rock music he was playing at a low volume.

“Oh, yes, he’s going to love it. You’ll see. It’ll be an amazing dinner.”

He nodded, staring ahead.

“I’ll just blow away his mind. Looking so sexy.”

“Wait, sexy?” the guy said.

“That’s the apartments,” I said, beaming. “Ooh, he’s going to love it.”

The driver gave me a strange look as he pulled up to the curb before my new home. I slipped out and headed inside. I rode the elevator up to the penthouse where I lived with Daddy. In no time, I was up at the top of the building, the Pacific Ocean so blue out the living room windows.

I had hours to kill before I could start cooking. I wanted to make Daddy the best dinner ever. So I made an inventory of what was on hand and planned it out. I found chicken breasts and some marinade. I cut those up into strips and started soaking. He had lots of vegetables and a packet of stir-fry noodles.

I made all the prep way too early, but I was just excited. After a small salad for lunch, I had so much time to kill. I flounced on the couch and started playing Bejeweled. I loved the puzzle game. Instagram kept chiming.

I kept ignoring it. Maybe I should just delete the app?

I tried, but would you believe my phone said it couldn’t? Oh, well, I turned off the notifications and just ignored it.

Finally, it was time. After showering, I headed naked through the penthouse and pulled on the apron I’d found. I drew it on. It just covered my breasts, my boobs swaying as I moved. My nipples moved beneath the material and sometimes poked out into view. I knotted the ties just above my ass into a cute bow, the tails dangling down over my hot ass.

Pussy cream dripped down my thighs as cooked the stir fry. I kept glancing at the clock. It was almost six-thirty as I was finishing up. The food smelled delicious. The large wok I cooked in was steaming. I stirred up the food with the spatula then pulled it off the heat.

The elevator doors whisked open. I squealed in delight.

“Daddy!”

I whirled around and flounced to him. He dropped his briefcase at the sight of me, his left hand loosening his tie. He stared at me in my apron, my teenage titties bouncing beneath it. He swallowed, his dark eyes locked on me, a smile growing on his lips.

“I am so going to hell,” he groaned.

“We can go together, Daddy!” I squealed and threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.

His arms went around me. His hands grabbed my naked asscheeks. He squeezed me and pulled me tight against him. His tongue thrust into my mouth while his five o’clock shadow rubbed on my face. I savored the feel. That manly roughness.

I groaned, melting against him. My pussy clenched. Juices ran down my thighs from my shaved twat. I shuddered at how naughty I felt. My entire body was on fire. This was so incredible. I loved every moment of it.

Finally, he broke the kiss. “That smells good.”

“Mmm, go sit down, and I’ll bring you your plate,” I told him. “Beer?”

“Yes,” he said, giving my ass a final squeeze. “You’re really happy.”

I beamed at him. “I’ve never been so happy.”

“Me, either,” he groaned. I could feel his hardon.

I broke away from him and whirled around. I felt his eyes on my cute ass the entire way to the kitchen. I loved the open floor plan that let him watch me as I reached the wok on the stove and started plating our food. I piled his full, but only put half on mine.

I whirled around, the apron flaring up before me. Was it enough for Daddy to get a glimpse of my dripping pussy? I hoped so.

He had already sat down, his fingers loosening the top two buttons of his blue dress shirt. Humming, I sat down the plate before him then took the seat to his right, my titties jiggling beneath the apron. My nipples burst with sparks that shot down to my juicy cunny. The wooden seat felt cool on my ass.

“This smells great,” Daddy said. “Damn, you are a good cook. That’s the one thing your mother did well.”

“She did teach me a thing or two,” I said.

He glanced at me. “And I can’t wait for dessert.”

A shudder ran through me. I was so glad to be on the menu for my daddy.

With chopsticks, we ate the stir fry. Daddy talked about his day, and I listened with rapt attention. I grimaced when I heard what that creepy guy had done after I left. I was glad he was a fuck up. The way he had leered at me...

I was only sixteen!

Guys that age shouldn’t look at me.

Not if they weren’t my daddy.

The food was delicious. The soy sauce and the other seasoning imparted this wonderful sourness to it while the sweeter marinade of the chicken gave a wonderful counterpoint. I was full when I had finished off my plate, but Daddy wanted seconds.

But, really, he just wanted to stare at my cute ass as I dished it up for him.

Finally, Dinner was done. Daddy nursed his beer while I washed all the dishes. He worked all day at the office. It was my job to take care of our home. I felt like such a fifty’s housewife as I did it. That turned me on so much. I was doing this all because I loved Daddy and wanted to make his life easier.

After all, he took care of me.

Finally, he swooped in and picked me up in his strong arms. I gasped as he hefted me with ease. I threw my arm around his neck and stared up at him with such delight, my blonde hair rustling. He stared down at me, his eyes hungry.

“I’m going to lick that naughty pussy,” he groaned. “You’ve been marinating all day since you left my office, haven’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned as he headed down the hallway. We passed my room and then were at his. “My cream is ready for you to devour. I hope you enjoy your dessert, Daddy.”

“I plan on it,” he growled.

I shuddered as he placed me down on the bed and then stood there and undid the cuffs of his shirt before working off the other buttons. My thighs pressed tight together, my clit pulsing. I watched Daddy strip naked, my lusts for him swelling.

He had stayed in shape. He worked out, and it showed. His body was all wonderful muscles. So nice and lean in all the right places. I bit my lower lip as Daddy worked down the buttons of his shirt until he shrugged out of it, wearing just a stretchy, white tank top beneath.

He popped that off and I groaned, “Such a hot bod, Daddy! Ooh, you’re a hunk.”

He grinned at me. “Glad you approve. You have a gorgeous figure. When I saw you at baggage claim, I couldn’t believe how much you had developed.”

“Mmm, I have tits now,” I said, sliding my hands up the front of the apron to squeezed them through the cloth. “I’m all mature and ready to be bred by you, Daddy.”

He groaned at those words. This look in his eyes made me shiver. My pussy clenched. I was so ready to be bred by my daddy. To be ravished by him. I licked my lips, my heart pounding such a wild beat in my chest.

He undid his belt and then opened the fly of his gray slacks. He shoved those down and his boxers came into view. His cock tented the front. I bit my lip, my pussy burning with such passion. I wanted daddy to fuck me so hard. I wanted him to do such naughty things to me.

I was so ripe and ready to be taken hard by my daddy. So eager for him to do all the wicked things a man did with the woman he loved.

“Daddy,” I groaned as he shoved down his boxers. “Your cock is beautiful.”

His dick bounced as it came free of his boxers. It swayed before him. Precum dripped from the tip. He straightened, his balls hairy. I bit my lower lip and moaned with all the girlish lust I had. I craved that dick more than anything in the world.

I ached for his dick to be in me. For him to pump away at me. It would be glorious to have Daddy on me, breeding me, but he stared at me with such hunger. He wanted to feast on my underage body. To just devour me.

I shuddered as he advanced on the bed. I quivered there, my cunt on fire. I was so ready to have this sexy moment. For Daddy to make such sweet love to me. It would be amazing. A smile spread on my lips.

Then he was on the bed, his cock swaying, His hands grabbed my thighs, stroking them. I groaned at the heat that rushed through my body. My pussy clenched. I whimpered as I stared up at him, my heart pounding a mile a minute.

“I’m yours, Daddy,” I whimpered. “Love me. Fuck me. Breed me. Devour me. Do whatever you want to me.”

“Shanice,” he groaned, this passion twisting over his face. “God, you’re amazing. I shouldn’t do this, but ... I can’t resist you. You’re too fucking sexy.”

I beamed at him. “Every daddy should have a sexy daughter to love.”

“Yes,” he growled and ducked his head down.

He kissed me with hunger. I groaned at his weight on me. It was such a delight. His tongue thrust into my mouth. I groaned, my tongue meeting his. They danced around each other. They swirled and played. It was such a wicked treat. I groaned, kissing Daddy back with all the passion that I had for him.

He was amazing. I loved him so much.

He groaned as his tongue danced around in my mouth. He kissed me with all this wonderful passion. I shuddered beneath him, my nipples throbbing against the fabric of the aprons. His hands slid over the cloth, caressing my sides, working higher and higher.

He cupped my breasts.

I whimpered in delight as he kneaded my round, teenage titties through the apron. My toes curled. A hot shiver raced through my body. Daddy kissed me with hunger as he squeezed me through the apron. He groped my boobs. My nipples throbbed.

I whimpered. Moaned. I loved every second of Daddy kissing me. My arms went around his body, my hands roaming his strong back. I squirmed on the bed, the heat building and building and building in my pussy.

That molten desire to cum swelled in me. I would have such a huge orgasm. I couldn’t wait for the pleasure to burst out of me. It would be incredible. I shuddered as Daddy’s whiskers rasped on my lips. I trembled beneath him, his cock nudging into my stomach.

Separated only by that thin apron.

He broke the kiss, panting, “Damn, Shanice, you’re intoxicating.”

“And you’re amazing,” I moaned. “You’re so sexy, Daddy. Make a baby in me. A daughter.”

He groaned and kissed me again.

I closed my eyes, the naughty thoughts dancing in my mind. My pussy ached. I was made to have babies. My daddy’s babies. My pussy ached to be filled with his cum. To have his incestuous seed shoot into me and fill me to the brim. It was fantastic.

I shuddered, my tongue dancing with his. I kissed him with hunger. My fingernails bit into his back. I clawed him as I shuddered beneath him. My nipples throbbed as his digits brushed them as he kneaded my teenage titties.

He loved my breasts with his hands as his tongue danced through my mouth. I whimpered beneath him and sucked on his tongue. He groaned and then pulled his lips from mine. Spittle connected us for a moment then snapped.

“Goddamn,” he groaned and nuzzled his lips into my neck.

I shuddered as he nibbled on my throat, his whiskers rasping against my silky and sensitive skin. A shudder raced through my body. This was perfect. Amazing. I loved every moment of it. My heart pounded in my chest as Daddy loved me.

He sucked at me.

I squeezed my eyes shut as the pleasure spilled over my mind. My brain drank it in. All those naughty neurons in my mind absorbed them. I shuddered at how wonderful I felt. I brimmed with such excitement.

“Oh, Daddy,” I moaned. “Oh, Daddy, yes.”

He kissed and nibbled at me. He suckled at my neck as his hands pushed the apron together. The fabric slid into the valley of my breasts, my nipples tingling from the caress. Then my breasts were free. They jiggled.

His hands grabbed them. He cupped them and kneaded them. His fingers dug into them my flesh. I groaned and shuddered. His digits grasped my nubs and twisted them. He twerked them with such wicked force. It was fantastic to enjoy. I sighed at it, my mind drank in the wonderful delight as he kissed down my neck.

He reached my collarbone, his lips nibbling there. I whimpered and moaned, my pussy on fire. My cunt clenched from the delight. He twerked my nubs, sparks flaring and showering down to my twat. I loved it.

“Oh, Daddy, yes!” I moaned.

“Mmm, Shanice,” he panted. “My cute Shanice.”

I was cute.

His lips were hot as he moved down my chest to the slope of my right breast. He smooched up it as his fingers twisted my nipples. My legs rubbed tight together, my clit throbbing. Aching. Begging to be touched. Toes curled. Whimpers escaped my lips.

His mouth kissed nearer and nearer to my nipple. My anticipation swelled. My eagerness for Daddy to suckle from my tit grew. His lips kissed and smooched higher and higher. Then he pulled his fingers away.