I’ll be honest and say that I was always a very permissive father. I wanted my little girl to have fun in life, especially after her mother died. Besides, I always knew that she was going to grow up to be gorgeous but not too bright - that was exactly why I’d had so much fun pumping her mom full of cum till she presented me with a cute little blonde daughter. So because I wanted her to be happy and have fun I didn’t really worry about a lot of the things that other fathers fret over. When she wanted certain clothes it wasn’t a problem - I mean, she always looked so pretty and young. It helped that she was cheerleading in elementary school of course. I don’t think I ever saw an extra pound on her body her whole life. When she was 10 and wanted heels and a string bikini, I didn’t see any reason why not. When she was 8 and wanted to wear makeup to a party I had a great time taking her shopping for hours to get *just* the right eyeliner, lashes and lipstick. I mean, she was going to be a woman very soon, it just makes sense for her to learn early… I’m not one of those idiots who kids himself that his little girls will never grow up!
Of course when she got into her teens she really started to want to explore a bit more.There were other parties she wanted to go to and I never saw the point of curfews if I knew where she was.She just wanted to have fun, and it wasn’t like her grades could get any worse after all. It was so cute the first time she came back at 7am still drunk! She obviously had such a good night that I just gave her a big hug, fed her a few pints of water and put her to bed. It’s not like anything important was happening at school that day… When she woke up 10 hours later the poor thing was so hung over but I guess there was another party that night. She’s only going to be young once after all!
A few weeks later she started coming home a little worse for wear - I think she’d been getting rather more attention from the boys after the most recent shopping trip. I wasn’t surprised really, she’d realised that her tight little body was fun to show off at last, so the skirts she’d bought were pretty scandalous and her tits were getting a lot more exposure now that she’d blown through a couple of thousand in lingerie and bras! She looked *so* sexy, I must admit. She was growing up into such a hot little girl that it wasn’t an issue for me when she started coming home without her panties, or with cum crusting around her mouth. I figured that times have changed , right? Teen girls get up to a lot of crazy things these days and I wouldn’t want her to feel left out! I did worry about her being pushed into something though - it’s not like she could even think about stopping any guy, she was far too tiny and cute. So one moring I just told her that if she wanted to have boys over to the house some nights that was fine with me. I just wanted her to be safe after all! She was *super* excited by this of course, and SO grateful too. After that there were usually a few guys through her room each week, although as time went by she was obviously making more and more friends. Sometimes they’d come over to hang out in pairs or 3’s, sometimes several times a day. I didn’t really worry about her going to school - it’s not like she was learning anything anymore and college was just kind of a funny idea. I got used to shaking hands with a lot of her guy freinds - they were always very respectful and thanked me for letting them come by to visit her. Some of them were my age, I figure that meant she was getting the benefit of some real experience. The screams and whimpers that came out of her bedroom certainly sounded like she was enjoying herself. I did have to lay down the law a *little* though - after I came home one day to discover 6 guys from the basketball team gang-fucking her on the floor in front of the the TV. Someone had set up a camera so that her face was on the TV screen, desperately trying to stretch around a huge balck cock that was fucking into her throat like it was another hole to cum in. She looked so happy though - overjoyed to have her body being used like a sleeve of meat that men could jack off in… They made such terrible stains on the couch though! After that the rule was that she had to play in her bedroom. It’s not like she ever dared to disobey - the few rules I had were always for her own good! I mean, I didn’t complain when I found her fucking her holes there while watching porn, but I had to draw the line somewhere.
After a while I started to get a little annoyed at how little I saw her though. She was *always* in her room with a few guys, or out shopping with her friends, Or out all night at some party with her girls and the older men she always seemed to hang out with now. She was coming home pretty strung out - it’s obvious that she was putting quite a few fun new chemicals into her body every night - and what teenage girl doesn’t like a little charlie up her nose to really make the night fun? I didn’t mind of course - I just wanted her to have a good time - but I did want to make sure she was safe again. I thought she should spend some more time at home with Daddy too…
Since she was so pretty but SO dumb now I thought it might be a good idea to find her *something * she could do for a living. Modelling was the obvious first step and I know my way round a camera. I think she really enjoyed posing for Daddy too, she certainly volunteered for it quickly enough after the first session. I figure that she just liked showing off for anyone who wanted to look, especially an older man like her Daddy… She didn’t mind wearing a bikini, or lingerie, or whatever. Posing for Daddy’s camera every day was quickly a fixture, right up until she turned 18 and she could start using them as a portfolio. I knew she was going to be very popular - just one look at her legs, tits, ass an d mouth and every guy would know what she *really* wanted.
On her birthday I took her out for a fancy meal, just the two of us. After months of taking pictures of her I saw her in the tiniest white dress, 7” heels and a little dribble of cum running down her toned thighs and knew that our relationship was going to have to change. At dinner I tried to explain to her that even though she was 18 she wouldn’t be able to take care of herself in the real world, that she should just stay home and let Daddy make the decisions for her. I’d find her ways to make money and be useful and then she wouldn’t have to worry about anything at all! She smiled and nodded in the empty way she did normally, then snuck off part way through desert to fuck the waiter in the bathroom… Obviously I wasn’t making things clear to her.
As we walked back to the car, I waited for a quiet area and then turned to her, pushed her up against the wall, and calmly placed my hand on her throat. She looked so shocked, but the real fear didn’t start till my hand tightened and listed till she was on the tips toes of her heels, struggling to stand and breathe. I think I finally had her attention then…
'Now listen Princess, things are going to have to be a little different now.', I explained carefully. 'You;re an adult and that means you have responsibilities. I'll take care of them for you but that means you have to do what Daddy says. Everything that Daddy says, and nothing else. I;ve been lenient with you because I wanted you to have fun. You’ve had a LOT of fun, haven’t you Princess?’
She did her best to nod frantically, slowly choking in my grip, glancing down I could see a puddle of cum dribbling onto the pavement…
'Well you can still have fun, but you;re going to do it on MY terms now. It'll be easier to just think about it like this - you;re my property now. When you turned 18 you stopped being my daughter, now you;re my property. You do what you;re told, when you;re told and with who you;re told. If you want to do anything else you ask. Then you won't have to think. Ever again - just do what you're told and Daddy will make sure you have MUCH more fun. Understand?'
On the last word I tightened my grip slightly and she choked, twitching in my hand and doing everything she could to agree with me.
'Now, we're going to go home and you're going to show me you understand…'
That night, as I pounded, abused, molested and brutalised all 3 of her holes, she came to understand very clearly what being Daddy’s property meant. It meant that the drooling, cum-stuffed cunt she had thought was hers was in fact mine. She learned that the ass she held open for hours while Daddy pile drove his cock into it again and again was my property also, and that her cum-starved, sucking, gagging throat was mine as well. Mine to fuck and rape and fuck again, till she drained every drop from my fat cock.
After that some things changed in my house and some didn’t. My little princess still got to spend time with some of her boyfriends, although they always had to pay Daddy at the door for the privilege of using her wet and eager body like a masturbatory aid that always begged for more. She still got to hang out with her girlfriends too, although that was usually when she was working, shaking her ass and oozing holes in fron of the customers she stripped for, carefully collecting their numbers so they could use her teenage fuckholes later. She still got to go shopping, but there were very specific rules about what she could and couldn’t wear or buy. After all, I wanted my property displayed well.
And she still got to pose for Daddy, but it was usually because her legs were spread wide with 3 loads of cum running out of her while she eyed the camera like the cock-hungry fuck whore she’d been destined to be her whole life. Tomorrow I’m going to break out the video camera and my little Princess is going to be a star… I couldn’t be prouder really.
All women should be like this.
I can’t be the only one who thinks that fake tits and lips not only make a girl much hotter… they also make her look a lot dumber. Something about those bloated tits and those plump cock-sucking lips just causes me to lose any respect I could have possibly had for her mind. I can’t imagine anything remotely intelligent coming out of a pair of luscious fat lips like those — and even if she were to somehow say something insightful, her big fake tits would ultimately render her words meaningless with the level of sheer distraction they impose.
The more she upgrades herself, the more I see her as nothing more than a stupid bimbo fuckdoll. And the more of a stupid bimbo fuckdoll she becomes, the closer she is to being the perfect female.
Erin wasn’t exactly hot. She was pretty. In such a skipper sort of way.
Her boyfriend, Brandon wanted more. They had been together for a few years at this point, the sex was decent, she cooked and cleaned, along with holding a job.
Brandon wanted more from Erin. A…