Chapter 1: Daddy Saves His Slutty Daughter

by n1one

Note: This story was commissioned by n1one!

Derrick Carpenter

The family was sitting around the table for breakfast like any other workday. My oldest daughter was about to head off to college where she studied physics. She was the good girl of the family, not like her three younger sisters. Ann-Katherine, though we all just called her Ann, was well on her way to having a great career and a bright future.

It was her sisters that worried me.

The next oldest were the twins. Jaclyn and Heidi. Both were blondes, like their mothers and sisters, and both were busy chatting about clothes. They were giggling about going shopping. They had part-time jobs that existed just to support their shoe addiction.

“Tots, there’s a sale at Rue 21,” said Heidi. They were identical to strangers, but the subtle differences between the two were easy enough for me to spot now.

“Nice!” Jaclyn said. “Tots hit it.”

They were worrying girls, but they weren’t the ones that made my stomach twist in dread.

That was my youngest: Belinda. Bell, as we all called her, wanted to be heard far and wide. She had dreams of being an Instagram influencer. She was always taking selfies of herself doing things, like right now.

She had angled her phone and herself to capture a picture of her smiling face and the bowl of fruits she was eating for breakfast. She snapped off the pic then instantly started messing on her phone. Her pink hair, the current garish shade she dyed it, swayed around her elfin face. She was wearing a low-cut top to show off her modest breasts to their best.

I hated thinking that horny guys were liking her pics right now. That my baby was eager to show off herself. I hated to think about where it would go next. How far would she push it to get the e-attention that she cared about.

I mean, she was desperate to go to exotic places. She begged us to take her on vacation to Disneyland or Disney World so she could take pictures of herself around the park. She didn’t care about the attractions. She just wanted to be seen having fun.

As if the perception to the outside world that she was seeing the sights was the important thing. So, yes, I was terrified for her future.

“Bye, Daddy,” Ann said as she kissed me on the cheek, her blonde hair brushing my face as she did so. “I’m off.”

“Study hard,” I said as she headed out the door in her black skirt and blouse. Nothing too sexy. Just nice, casual clothes for school.

“I will, Daddy,” she said, smiling at me. “Bye, Mom!”

“Bye, honey,” my wife, Karin, said. She sat down in a tight t-shirt and jeans, her blonde hair swaying. The girls all got their good looks from her, thank God. She had the Nordic beauty from her Swedish heritage complete with the big boobs.

They were even bigger thanks to a twentieth wedding anniversary gift a few years back. Now she had a pair of big, plump H-cup breasts. They were so much fun to snuggle up to. She aged well, too. You’d never know she was nearly 44. She looked like she was twenty-nine.

She often joked she was twenty-nine, saying things like, “I’m twenty-nine for the fifteenth year running!”

But she could pull it off unlike some other women that tried.

The twins soon skedaddled to go their part-time jobs at the mall. They both gave me kisses. I had to get going, too. Bell had already drifted from the table, hardly eating her fruit bowl. As I was getting up to leave, my wife pulled up her phone and motioned to me.

“I have to show you something on Bell’s Instagram account,” she whispered.

“Oh?” I asked. “How’d you see that? I thought she had blocked you like she did me.”

“I made a new account.” My wife showed me the post. It was the one that my daughter had taken just a few minutes ago. “Wouldn’t you love to see me eat those fruit? Maybe after soaking in my snatch? If I get enough likes, I’ll post a video on my OnlyFans. $5 will let you see me enjoy my breakfast.”

My cheeks burned. “She’s ... She’s talking about ... Putting the fruit in her ... And...” I couldn’t believe it. “Really?”

My wife nodded and said, “I clicked the link to the OnlyFans sight. It’s a place girls post...” She lowered her voice even more. “Nudes! She’s posting nudes of herself. And videos. She’s getting into porn, Derrick. What are we doing to do?”

I scrolled through the posts of my daughter pouting and smiling and looking as sexy as possible. They all were her discretely advertising the adult things she would do behind the paywall of OnlyFans. My cheeks burned as my stomach churned.

“What can we do, Derrick?” my wife asked, such pain in her voice.

“I don’t know,” I said and noticed the time on her phone. “Shit, I have to get to work. I’ll think of something. We’ll fix her. Okay?”

My wife nodded, but she had that worried look on her face. I had to assuage her. I had to show her that we could save our daughter from going down that route. I had watched porn, of course. But to think my little girl would be degraded that way.

Not my daughter.

I thought about it on the drive to work, puzzling what I could do. I thought about it more when I headed up the elevator. On my way through the office, nodding to my subordinates. I ran the floor. I had the corner office. I had worked hard to get to this position of upper management. I reported to VPs

I slipped into my office and sat down at my computer. I booted it up, which took only a few seconds thanks to these new hard drives. They were solid or something. All I knew, they didn’t take five minutes to boot up.

It was a blessing and a curse. I used to be able to turn my computer on then head to the water cooler to chat. An excuse to put off doing work.

Now I had a better one. I was friends with Bell on Facebook, but when she turned eighteen, she blocked us on Instagram. She said it was for young people. That parents (boomers was the term she used) had Facebook.

Well, to change her, I had to follow her. My wife had the right idea. I had to make a new account. I sat there. Derrick Carpenter would be a little obvious, but Chaz Daniels ... That could work. Just flip my initials and give myself a hip sounding name.

I found her account and followed her. I was able to see her posts. She had hundreds of likes already. Some of her posts had thousands. There were plenty of comments from young men who were all enticing her to do things.

“I hope you enjoy a banana,” one guy said. “Just work that in and out of your p.” He had a bunch of emojis afterward that seem to employ he wanted to watch my daughter masturbate with a banana. My blood boiled that freaks like him where there.

“Love those melons,” another guy had typed, only he used two melon emojis. I got it, though.

Another guy just had an eggplant emoji followed by a splash of water.

It was disgusting to read comment after comment of men objectifying my little girl. I had to put a stop to this. There was an update on the top of my screen. She had just posted something new. I swallowed and opened it.

There was my daughter in one of my dress shirts. It was unbuttoned but covering her nipples. The inner slopes of my baby girl’s breasts were on display along with her bellybutton. “Want to see what happens when I take this off, check out my new melon pics.” She had a lot of emojis after that.

No, no, no, this couldn’t’ be happening. Before I could even stop myself, I was typing in the comments, “You’ll never find a husband if you’re posting nudes. No guy wants to date a girl who does that. Delete them.”

I felt like an idiot the moment I hit enter. Like that would work. She’d just roll her eyes and dismiss Chaz as a prude. I was probably about to receive a block from her. That would be the end of seeing her content.

I started getting replies immediately. To my shock, they supported me.

“Chaz is right,” said the first comment from a guy. “You shouldn’t be showing that stuff if you want to get a husband.”

“I don’t want to date a girl with an OnlyFans account who’s sharing nudes to every guy. I want those nudes all to me.”

“Listen to Chaz,” said another guy. “You deserve to get a husband. Don’t ruin it to give us a cheap thrill.”

“Plenty of tits out there, Bell. You got some great ones, but we can find others. Don’t ruin your future. Listen to Chaz.”

“What the fuck,” I said aloud as more and more comments kept pouring in. Not a single one disagreed with me. They all kept tagging me and saying I was right. This was nuts, but maybe everyone was seeing just how special my little girl was.

She was too good for OnlyFans.

My daughter posted again. It was another shot of her, this time my shirt was buttoned but it was still showing off her cleavage. She still looked sexy in it, which sent a twinge up my cock. “Chaz is so right. I’m so sorry, guys, I know you like seeing my tits and butt and my kitty, but I can’t get a husband if I’m posting nudes. No guy wants to date a girl who does that. So I’ve just deleted my OnlyFans. Thank you all for the support and helping me to do what’s right for me.”

The comments burst with things like, “So glad you listened to Chaz!” and “We’re here to support you Bell! We don’t need to see your tits for that! Listen to Chaz! He’s got the right ideas!” and “Chaz is such a good guy. Not a perv like the rest of us!”

That started a lot of #GoodGuyChaz and #Listen2Chaz comments to flow.

I shook my head and checked my daughter’s OnlyFans account. What had been an enticing page with the alluring promise of seeing my baby girl naked now said, “Account deleted by User.” I was flabbergasted, but it worked, so...

“Good girls don’t even post sexy pics,” I typed. “You’re worrying your mother and father. Good girls dress modestly.”

I smacked the enter key.

Her fans supported this and in a few minutes, she had a new post. This time, the shirt was buttoned up and she had put on jeans. She looked cute but not sensual. Not provocative. She wasn’t trying to get guys hard, just like the way an eighteen-year-old girl should: adorable.

“No more sexy stuff, either. I have to stop worrying my parents and be a good girl who dresses modestly.”

More #GoodGuyChaz and #Listen2Chaz comments followed.

“I’m glad to see that you’ve changed,” I typed. “Now you’ll have all the self-esteem you need knowing you don’t have to be a slut to get guy’s attention. You can be a good girl.”

She hearted my comment and replayed to me: “Chaz, I do feel so much better. You’re right, this is boosting my self-esteem. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” I answered. “Thank your parents. Your father’s hardworking, and he’d like some appreciation.”

“How do I do that?”

“You should bring your father lunch and show him you’re a good girl. I bet that’ll make him feel appreciated.”

“Great idea!” A flood red and purple heart emojis followed. “But what should I bring him?” “I bet he loves Chinese.” I was hankering for Chinese. This was great. I was so glad that I could help my daughter get over this and get a good meal out of it. I mean, I could get her to do anything.

I focused on work for the next few hours wandering if she really would bring me lunch. But just as noon rolled around, she showed up with Chinese takeout. She was wearing a baby doll t-shirt and jeans. She looked cute but not sensual. It was such an improvement.

I really was changing her for the better.

I couldn’t sleep that night. All I could think about was how I could control Bell by just typing a comment as Chaz on her Instagram posts. It didn’t make any sense to me, but I was changing her for the better.

She didn’t work, so she should help around the house instead. I grabbed my phone and typed, “Good girls can help out around the house by making breakfast for the family to give her mother a rest. Try it tomorrow morning.”

I set my phone down, glad it was on silent because I knew all my daughter’s followers were liking and commenting. I rolled over and was finally able to fall asleep.

“What has gotten into Bell?” my wife said to me the next morning as we found Bell up before the rest of the family. She was in her PJ’s, a tank top and pink flannel pants, as she made waffles. She had her phone open and was following a recipe.

“I think they’re coming out great,” Bell said, grinning. “Morning Mom! Dad!”

“Morning,” my wife said.

I nudged my wife and whispered, “I made a new account and have been giving her advice as a guy name Chaz.”

“Really.” My wife’s blue eyes sparkled. My other daughters were coming in, all shocked to see Bell whipping up batter. “Mmm, come with me. You deserve a reward, and since Bell has breakfast covered...”

My wife licked her plump lips and pulled me into the downstairs bathroom. Before I even realized what my wife was up to, she as unzipping the fly on my gray slacks and reaching in to fish my cock out through the slit in my boxers.

She drew my cock to her lips and swallowed my dick. Her blue eyes stared up at me with such passion as she worked her lips up and down me. I groaned as I savored getting a blowjob from my wife. All because I had discovered I could control our daughter on Instagram.

I could get Bell to do anything, even suck my cock like my wife did.

That thought shot through me hot. I instantly felt guilty for it, but suddenly I was picturing Bell in my wife’s place, my daughter’s lips working up and down my cock. I groaned, my wife nursing so hard on my dick. Sucking with such passion.

That could be Bell. I could get our daughter to do that. The thought burned through my mind. My heart pounded in my chest as my wife swirled her tongue around the crown of my cock. I ran a hand across my face.

“Shit,” I groaned, unable to shake the idea of making my daughter do this.

It was a terrible thought. I had to get it out of my mind and just enjoy my wife sucking on me. Karin did such an amazing job sucking on me. She nursed with such delight on my cock. She bobbed her head, working her lips up and down me.

She moaned, her tongue dancing. She stared up at me with her blue eyes shining with such love. She groaned about my cock as she gave me such pleasure. She enjoyed every second of sucking me. She was rewarding me for saving our daughter.

“Yes,” I groaned. “Karin. Oh, damn, that’s good. You’re amazing!”

I had to be quiet. Our daughters were in the kitchen. I could hear the twins commenting their shock at Bell making breakfast. If they knew their mother was sucking my dick off in the bathroom, they would all be grossed out by it.

It was hard being quiet. Keeping this a secret from our daughters when it felt so amazing. My wife nursed on me with absolute passion. She suckled on my cock without holding anything back. She loved me.

And I was thinking about our youngest daughter Bell sucking on my dick like this.

I shuddered, enjoying my wife’s mouth. My wife’s tongue. I stared down at Karin into her blue eyes. Her blonde hair swayed around her head as she bobbed. She worked her lips up and down my cock in such an exciting way.

She nursed on me with everything that she had. I groaned, my nuts tensing as she loved my cock with that hot mouth of hers. I enjoyed every last second of this. I savored her nursing on me with all her might. I would have a huge orgasm.

Just flood her mouth with all my spunk. That would be an incredible rush.

“Damn,” I groaned. “Oh, damn, just like that.”

She winked at me.

“You’re going to have all my cum spurting into your mouth,” I panted. “Yes, you are, Karin.”

She groaned, sucking with such passion. I had such a loving wife. This was an incredible rush to have her nursing on me like that. The pressure in my balls swelled toward that bursting point. I would just erupt with all my cum.

Just spray her mouth with all the jizz I had building and building up in me. I would erupt again and again. It was just such a rush to enjoy this. I loved every second of this heat sweeping through me. Every last second of her nursing on me.

I groaned, savoring this delight. She had such a mouth on her. Just such a wonderful, sucking mouth. I would burst. Just explode with rapture. I sucked in a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest.

“That’s it,” I groaned. “I’m almost there, honey!”

She moaned around my cock and cupped my balls.

She played with my nuts. They tingled, the delight shooting up to the tip of my cock. I groaned at how wonderful that felt. I couldn’t take much more of this. I groaned, my face contorting with the bliss of this moment.

“Fuck!” I moaned.

I erupted.

My cum fired into my wife’s mouth. My balls twitched in her kneading hands as I pumped her mouth full of my cum. I erupted over and over again. I savored every second of spurting all my jizz into her mouth. The pleasure rushed through me. This wonderful ecstasy slammed into my mind. I reeled from it.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Karin! Honey!”

My wife gulped down my jizz. She moaned between her swallows. She nursed on my dick, drawing out more and more of my cum. The ecstasy slammed into my mind over and over again. I swayed, stars bursting across my vision.

I hit the peak of my bliss and erupted one last time. My wife kept nursing on me. She suckled on me like she wanted to make sure she had gotten out every last drop of jizz. I panted, my heart racing. I loved what my wife did to me.

She knew how to love me.

She slid her mouth off my cock with a wet plop and purred, “Mmm, you are such an amazing husband and father.”

“Yeah,” I said, guilt rippling through me that I could even think about making my daughter suck my dick by commenting on her Instagram posts.

But it would be so easy. Fuck.

My wife tucked my cock back into my boxers and zipped me up. I panted as we slipped out of the bathroom and found that Bell was serving the waffles. She had a huge smile on her face, looking at her mother for approval.

“Oh, those look perfect,” my wife said and gave Bell a quick kiss on the cheek.

And left a tiny smear of my cum on our daughter’s face. My dick was still hard.

The next day, I worked from home. Karin was out running errands—she tended to do that so I could work in peace—but Bell was here. It was just the two of us since Ann was at college and the twins were at their part-time jobs or shopping.

I ached to go onto her Instagram account as Chaz again. It would be so easy.

My heart raced as I tried to focus. Maybe ... I could just have her do something innocent. Just something to get this depraved impulse out of my system. That sounded perfect. Nothing like making her give me a blowjob.

I logged into the Chaz account and found my daughter’s newest Instagram post. “Just lazing around the house.” It came with a picture of her lying on the couch in a t-shirt and jeans. Nothing all that sexy. Just cute.

I was glad to see that she still wasn’t slutting it up.

“And I bet your daddy would love a hug and for you to say you love him,” I typed into comment. I hit enter.

I could hear her feet padding from the living room and down the hallway. She reached my door and knocked on it. I quickly tabbed back to my work, an excel sheet, and said, “Enter.”

She burst in, a big smile on her face. Her pink hair gave her a fey-like quality, like she was a pixie come to shower me in delight. She rushed right up to me, hugged me tight. Her cheek rubbed on mine. My heart raced.

“I love you, Daddy,” she said.

“I love you, too, Bell,” I said, this warmth sweeping through me.

Sh smiled at me and darted back to the room, wearing these jeans. Images of some of the sexy pics of her I’d seen in almost nothing flashed through my mind. My dick ached. That itch grew in my balls I swallowed and went back to work, but...

I could make another comment.

“When you’re home alone with your daddy, it’s okay to wear just your bra and panties. And don’t forget to give him frequent hugs.”