Becoming Daddy's Slut - Closed

[Rpkitten]

Stacy woke the next morning to an empty house, helped herself to a light breakfast and email before getting to "work". Her father had left an extensive list of pornographic websites for her to review and she had to shake her head over the absurdity of this all. She didn't think he had drank that much wine the night before, but she must have to think this was a good idea!

God, where to start... she pondered while flipping through the exhaustive list.

"Fleshbot", she at least had heard of. One site called "Literotica" caught her interest as well -- all stories instead of pictures and movies. It had a pretty interesting forums area as well that she bookmarked for later.

After a while of touring the smut of the internet (and mentally noting that porn seemed like year-round Halloween... sexy cops, nurses, schoolgirls and superheroines seemed to be 'in' at the moment) Stacy took a break to tour the house without a chaperon. Her father's office, unsurprisingly, looked stocked with drugs more alcohol -- figures -- but the rest of the estate didn't look any different from a "normal" home by her estimation. Well, save for the gigantic pool of course.

http://i1120.photobucket.com/albums/l494/moonwaltz8/Tessa%20Fowler/Tessa%20Fowler_Door%206_zps7kycye9g.jpg​

Figuring a beautiful pool and empty house were too good to pass up on a day like this, Stacy through on her white bikini and jean shorts, grabbed her laptop and phone, then headed out to continue her work from poolside.

 

[Vagrant]

While Stacy was at home doing her 'job' Dylan was in his office at the studio going over some of the plans for upcoming shoots. If Stacy had this idea in her head that he was around naked women having sex all day... ok, so there were naked women having sex all day near by, but it's not like he was avidly watching them and doing nothing else.

He kept the watching to a minimum. Only half the day.

What time he wasn't on set was spent on the more business aspects of running a pornography studio. But today there was something else on his mind. Stacy. She clearly wasn't a total prude, since she had agreed to his proposal for a job. But that didn't mean she couldn't afford to loosen up a little. Or a lot. The question was, how to make that happen.

That's when he had an idea. If all she did was browse and watch movies that were available, she could easily put it aside and not let it get to her. But if she was engaging in the 'community' that would take more time and get her more personally invested.

He knew there was a pretty big porn scene on Tumblr, so he set her up with an account of her own and emailed her the information. Along with a note.

"I've set up this Tumblr account for you and followed some of the blogs I had listed for you to keep tabs of. That will make it easier to keep up. There's something else I want you to do though. Rather than just consume what they put out, I want you to get involved. Engage with them, make friends... can you do that for me?"

 

[Rpkitten]

"I've set up this Tumblr account for you and followed some of the blogs I had listed for you to keep tabs of. That will make it easier to keep up. There's something else I want you to do though. Rather than just consume what they put out, I want you to get involved. Engage with them, make friends... can you do that for me?"

"Sure, dad. See you tonight," Staci typed her simple reply and sent it back.

She opened her web browser and clicked a tab for each link he had provided. First up was Avro56's Stuff. Who the Hell is Avro? she wondered. First picture was pretty much par for the course... just some typical blonde bimbo in hipster glasses sucking a dick. Photo from the guy's perspective, of course). The next picture was a little confusing... was that a doll he was cumming on? She kept scrolling down... Wait. Not a doll, but some kind of 3D computer drawing? As she dove deeper Stacy finally figured out what the blog was dedicated to -- 3D fantasies about taking normal girls and turning them into giant-tittled bimbo sluts. As fetishes go it wasn't the oddest she had ever seen.

Next up was Bimbo Candy. Didn't take long to figure out what this one was about -- the celebration of all things "Bimbo". Pretty girls, giant tits, and (presumably) tiny brains. Stacy shifted a little in her seat as one image after another made her feel a little more inadequate, and her old friend jealousy showed up... but not enough to make her stop paging through the pictures. In fact, she began comparing herself to the girls featured... her tits were plenty big. She was a little plump, perhaps, but these girls didn't have that much on her.

It was another male-centric power fantasy, but least this time there were a few pictures that captured her attention as well.

http://i.imgur.com/ogEPx75.gif
Yes, please!​

She made a mental note that this blog might be one she could chat with, but moved on. The next couple blogs were dedicated to images with captions for cuckolds? Did guys get off on other guys telling them they're fucking their wives? She always thought that was something that started fights, but apparently there's a closeted community that really gets off on it. Welcome to the internet!

The last blog she opened is where things really went off the rails -- Mom's House of Sluts. It was a blog dedicated to the fantasy of a lesbian cougar fucking her daughters stupid. The pictures were a nice change of pace, more natural girls rather than the Bimbos from the previous blogs, but it were the kinky captions that accompanied each post that really got her going.

http://i.imgur.com/VIiy6Bm.jpg
http://38.media.tumblr.com/af02148ef4ab4b87df84af07d4ccb7d4/tumblr_nphqwfjdf91qmxjmlo1_400.gif
“Just how bad have you turned in college?” Jill asked her flirtatious niece. She soon found out as her niece straddled over her and showed her.​

Stacy wasn't gay, of course... but she wasn't blind either and decided to make herself a little more comfortable. After all, she was home all alone. She shed her jean shorts and gave her pussy a playful rub through her bikini bottoms, but stopped before getting too carried away. She had work to do and could fuck herself stupid later.

She rested her phone atop the back of her chair and struck a quick pose.

http://i1120.photobucket.com/albums/l494/moonwaltz8/Tessa%20Fowler_Door%2036_zpsixbzw2vt.jpg​

Then sent it to the Bimbo Blogs with a brief Do you think I'm Bimbo material? note, followed by a not to Mom's House of Sluts: Ooooh, Mommy. Your pictures and stories are making my private area feel wet and tingly! Should I touch it?

Satisfied that she had met at least some of her duties, she sent one last reply to her father before seeing to her own needs: Thanks, dad. I sent a couple notes and a picture (don't worry, I wasn't nude!). We'll see what comes of it.

 

[Vagrant]

The responses to her messages didn't come back right away, but sure enough over the next few hours, the bimbo blogs all replied with words of encouragement. All of them told her she definitely had what it took to be a sexy Bimbo. Some offered to give her pointers and advice, and a couple asked for more pictures, and her permission to post them on their blogs.

Her message to Mommy got a reply as well.

Of course you should babygirl. After all, what kind of horny slut would you be if you didn't play with your pussy when it gets wet? I think someone needs some proper training on how to be a good girl, don't you?​

When Dylan came home, it was close to 8 PM. He had gotten stuck at the office for longer than he had intended on a phone call.

He called out when he came in the door. "Stacy? I'm home. What do you want for dinner? I think we'll order out tonight."

 

[Rpkitten]

A week passed. Stacy had spent most of it continuing to chronicle porn for her father, with the occasional pause to check into her community outreach growing on Tumblr. A few flirtatious comments here... a kinky PM there. She hadn't really "made a name" for herself yet, but her bikini pic posted to the Bimbo Blog had earned a surprising number of notes.

"Have you ever been bent over and ass-fucked by twelve inches of black man?" Stacy laughed as she read another comment to her father. They were sitting at the breakfast table, coffee freshly poured and holding an iPad in her hand.

"The next one just says. 'Ass. You like?'," she laughed and swiped her finger to scroll further down the screen. "Oh, this one's original. 'Come here and lick my asshole you stupid funking cock sucking bitch'."

She dropped the pad to the table and arched an eyebrow towards her father. "Okay, seriously, what's with you guys and the butt. It's always butt, butt, butt with you people."