Daddy's Job (PM Interest)

[Naturestrikes]

Charlotte gazed at the doorbell for a moment. Her hand then raised hesitantly to press the pad of her fingertip against the button. From within the house she heard a ringing noise.

Swallowing nervously, the girl dropped her hand to her side and stared at the door.

Nicknamed Lottie, her mother had decided to move out of town. Worse than that, her mother had decided to fly out and live in Spain with her new husband, Phil.

Lottie's only choice, if she wanted to stay, was to live with her father. Her mother had split with her father because he had chosen a career in directing pornographic films. She was uncomfortable with the line of work, and wanted to break up. It was in that very same month she discovered she was pregnant and moved away.

Charlotte had never met her Dad.

And now, a quick phone call and a cab ride later, she found herself outside of his house. With the same white ashen blonde hair as her mother and dark brown eyes, the slender eighteen year old started as the housemaid opened the door.

''Ahh, miss Harris. Come, come. Your father awaits you in his study.'' She stared at the size of the house, looking around at portaits of women writhing in ecstacy. Her eyes widened a little and her pale skin flushed with a little colour, her pixie features flooding with a light pink as the housemaid led her to her father's study.

Lottie waited outside of his study, her bags in hand. She wore a tied up crop top that showed her flat tummy, and tiny shorts that clung loosely to her small hips. She was a lithe, slender girl with average features and a pretty face. Opening the door to the study, Lottie found her father's back turned and many pictures of the films he had directed plastering the walls.

She seemed a little intimidated, but didn't let it get to her. She knew this was her father's career. She knocked on the door frame and coughed slightly, ''Daddy?'' She said softly, her voice girly and uncertain. ''It's me. It's Charlotte.''


(( I don't want a nicey nicey guy, I want a busy man who's obsessed with his career and wants to rope Lottie into it.))

 

[vin_26m]

Charles Harris, known as actor/director Chuck Morris in the porn business, sat in his big black leather covered office chair, facing away from the doorway to his office and staring at a set of screens in front of him.

He was manipulating the mouse and keyboard to edit a video while talking into a headset with a potential actress.

"It's an audition tape. You signed the release. I can do what I want with it. If you want a check, you're going to have to do another shoot. Take it or leave it.... Yeah, that's what I thought. See you tomorrow. Congratulations. You're officially a whore."

Directing porn had been good to him, and his empire was expanding every month. He had a reputation for being visionary and ruthless. He recently moved into a large mansion with lots of rooms that served as studios for his thriving smut business. He started doing porn as a hobby, making amateur films with a girlfriend in college that turned into a website. But when Chuck started getting serious about porn, this first starlet got pregnant and decided to leave the lifestyle and raise their daughter on her own.

Chuck offered to pay for an abortion, but the girlfriend decided to have the bastard child anyway. Although the girlfriend had no problem performing before the pregnancy or accepting Chuck's financial support after giving birth, she didn't want her daughter exposed to the business and lifestyle. That daughter was Charlotte Harris, and it was easier for Chuck to pay the financial support than deal with courts.

It was just last night that Charlotte's mother called her father to give her a place to stay. Chuck hadn't seen Charlotte ever, but if she was anything like her mom, Chuck was looking forward to it.

He turned around and got up from behind his desk. His daughter turned out to be a hot piece of ass, hotter than her mom. Hopefully, she had her mom's sluttiness and her dad's appetite for hardcore fucking.

"Come here, give your old man a hug," he said, walking to her with open arms and wrapping them around her tight little teenage body. he felt her perky tits press against his chest through her crop top.

"I'd like to talk with you more, but I have some stuff to take care of. I'll show you your room to let you get settled in, then we'll have dinner later."

He put his arm around her shoulder and held her close, breathing in her scent and feeling the softness of her skin and hair.

"Now, I'm sure your mom told you what I do. Thing is, you're going to have to earn your place here if you want to stay here. So you're going to help me out while I film a scene. Nothing major, just holding a boom microphone to catch the sound."

As they walked down an upstairs hallway, Chuck banged on doors and looked inside. Every room had a girl or two getting naked in front of computers.

"Live webcam action. Brings in a lot of money. A lot more than holding a boom microphone."

Finally, they got into an empty room.

"Go on, make yourself at home. I'll come by in 10 minutes or so. Stay in the room. I don't want you wandering around. I don't touch the computer. I have to set that up for you later."

He closed the door and left her alone. Thirty minutes passed and he hadn't come by.

 

[Naturestrikes]

Charlotte had to admit, when her Father approached her for the first time she tensed a little in his embrace. Her hand came up awkwardly to touch his back as she realised that the man stood before her was the father she never had.

''Huh?'' She didn't know she had to help him film. Her cheeks flushed a light pink and she nodded quickly, not sure how she felt about that idea. She'd rather hold a microphone for his films than be in Spain with mom and her stupid husband Phil - she reasoned.

Charlotte didn't know where to look as she realised the rooms were occupied with women getting naked. She glanced at her daddy uncertainly, then back at the rooms as she passed them. Women's beautiful bodies moving their hips and lacing their fingers through their hair. Charlotte could imagine the money spilling into their accounts for being so beautiful.

For some strange reason, she felt a small tug of envy. Men went starry eyed for these women and their bodies. The 'sluts' got the men paying money. Look at the size of her father's house...

Charlotte set her bags down, and the housemaid eventually came up to bring her suitcase from the cab. She looked around the empty room, wondering if whores had been writhing beneath her bedsheets and looking at themselves fucking in the big mirror on the wall. The first thing Charlotte did was take that off the wall, rolling her eyes.

She began to unpack the stuff she thought she needed - her hairdryer, her bathroom necessities, her perfumes... Her usual teen necessities. She glanced at her phone, then at the computer in the corner. Her father hadn't come back yet. It'd been 15 minutes. The screensaver on the computer was simple, a black screen with the logo of the company bouncing around the screen.

Charlotte stood hesitantly, and moved the computer mouse so that the screen flickered on. Immediately, a chat window opened up and her chocolate brown eyes widened with shock.

On the screen, she saw pictures of girls the same age as her posing for a photo, females pressing close to each other and looking seductive at the screen. Beautiful sleek bronzed bodies and bright coloured eyes. It was a picture worthy of a poster, or a calender...

Charlotte turned the screen off and unpacked some more clothes, unable to stop thinking about the naked females about the house. She decided she would see past it and accept her daddy's job, or at least tolerate it. She would feel proud to be the only clothed girl in the house.

She had been waiting a good half an hour now, and grew impatient. She opened her bedroom door and headed back to her daddy's study. She ignored the moans and cries from the other bedrooms as she went towards the study, knocking and entering, pushing back strands of ice blonde hair and clearing her throat.

''Daddy? Is everything okay?''

 

[vin_26m]

Chuck had been interviewing a new girl to work for him when Charlotte walked in. He had just persuaded the reluctant college student to take off her last piece of underwear. Just a few moments more and she would have been on her knees, sucking him off. The interruption was enough to distract the girl, who got dressed and gathered her things before leaving. Charlotte was alone in the study of Chuck, her dad.

''Daddy? Is everything okay?''

Chuck was fuming. He really wanted this new girl to work for him.

"Everything was okay... until you came in and ruined it, Charlotte."

He grabbed her arm and dragged her to the center of his spacious study. He slammed the door hard and locked it. Then he got close to Charlotte again, grabbing her by the long blond hair on the back of her head.

"I was in the middle of an audition with a girl just a little older than you who was interested in getting into the business. I was talking her out of her second thoughts. I got her naked. She had a beautiful body, a woman's body, with big tits and a round ass, not like yours, with your small chest and narrow hips.

"Now she might never come back, or she might work for one of my competitors. You wasted my time, Charlotte, and I'm going to lose money because of you. And you just got here. You have a lot of nerve. I let you into my house, give you simple instructions to stay in your room and not touch the computer, and what do you do?"

He tightened the grip on her hair.

"You left your room."

He smacked one side of her face.

"You touched the computer."

He smacked the other side of her face.

"And you ruined an audition with someone I really wanted to work for me."

Another hard slap combined with releasing her hair sent her to the thick carpeted floor.

Chuck was already hard from the girl who left, and seeing his long lost daughter on the floor only made him stiffer.

"You have a lot to make up for, Charlotte. I suggest you continue where that girl started. Unlike you, she has loving parents to go back to. For you, you can stay with me and do what I say, or you can live on the streets. Now take those clothes off."

 

[Naturestrikes]

Charlotte's eyes grew wide and she looked away quickly. She stared at the floor as colour grew in her soft cheeks, the girl - barely a year or two older than herself, looked flustered as she gathered her stuff and shoulder barged past Charlotte, embarrassed.

She staggered when she was dragged towards the middle of the room, looking frightened as she cowered slightly. ''I didn't...'' She started, but was cut off by her angry father.

She felt extremely guilty for ruining the chances of a new recruit. Her skinny shoulders slumped and she stiffened as her father compared their bodies. She looked down at her average toned body, her perky barely sized C breasts, her barely non-existent hips and she had quite a skinny ass too. She was always told her pretty pixie-like facial features made her cute - but now she felt inadequate.

''Daddy, I...''

She flinched as her hair was grabbed. ''I'm sorry!''

It fell on deaf ears. She reeled with the slap, held in place by the grip in her soft hair.

When he slapped her again, she gave a combined gasp and cry and was sent sprawling as he let go of her hair. She coilapsed in a heap on the study floor, and looked up with a terrified look on her face.

''Daddy! No! Stop it!'' She gasped, ''I didn't mean it...! You didn't come back!'' She gasped defiantly, scrambling to her feet, ''Leave me alone!'' She caught her breath, her heart thudding, ''Just... I won't do it again... I'm your daughter!'' She put her hands on her skinny hips, ''I'm your baby girl.'' She added, ''Not one of your silly whores, daddy. I'll get a job and pay you back. Just let me go.''

 

[vin_26m]

"A job, huh?" asked Chuck, fire in his eyes. "And just what kind of job can you get? You're not even at a university. And if you did go to uni, how are you going to pay for it? And you're going to pay me back, huh? Well, you have 18 years of existence to pay back first. If it wasn't for me, your mom would be selling you on the black market to pay her rent."

He took a few more deep breaths, his rage slowly subsiding. His face changed from wrath to sorrow. He kneeled down in front of her.

"Oh, baby. I didn't mean to hit you and yell at you. Daddy is just under a lot of stress. I took it out on you." He reached down to her and helped her to her feet. He wiped her tears away then hugged her.

"Here, let's go for a drive. Just daddy and his baby spending some time together in the car, catching up."

He put out his hand to lead her to the garage.

 

[Naturestrikes]

She couldn't comprehend the change. Her eyes regarded him cautiously, chocolate brown glinting warily as he came closer. Of course her daddy didn't mean anything he'd just said.

But then... Why say it?

She seemed a little torn, surprised at how his mood had flipped over so swiftly. She didn't question it and feebly took his hand to get to her feet, looking a little ruffled as she brushed herself off.

Perhaps this is what her mother meant when she said her father had been a busy man...

Did her daddy really mean it? She looked down at her girl-like body and sighed. Did her daddy really want her to take her clothes off, too? She couldn't figure it out. He had said he'd been stressed with work. She imagined it was such a demanding industry. No wonder her daddy grew mad when the whore ran out.

She felt a wave of guilt.

Instead of dwelling for too long, she nodded, looking a little weakened by the shoutinng and insults and following him to his nice car. She slid into the passenger seat, tense and uncertain of what to make of Chuck. She cleared her throat as he slid into the driver's seat and glanced at him, her slender legs pressed together tightly as she asked timidly, ''Where are we going, daddy?''

 

[vin_26m]

The look on his fast got hard again. "I'm going to show you somewhere you can work. So you can, you know, pay Daddy back."

The area Chuck lived in was the porn capital of the world in a nice part of California. The weather was always sunny and the streets were always clean. At least, until they got to a rougher part of the neighborhood. It was getting late and already there were hookers on the corners, eager to make some cash off of the after-work crowd.

Chuck slowly drove along the deserted streets. Occasionally, a prostitute would proposition them. Prices varied, $50, $100, $200.

"And they don't even keep all that money. Most of it goes to their pimps. But still, it's better than working some minimum wage job. Figure they keep $20 for a blowjob. Rent around here is at least $600 a month. That's 30 blowjobs a month, Charlotte. One blowjob with a stranger every day. And that's just for a roof over your head. Then there's utilties, a car, food... So what's it going to be Charlotte? You want to work for your old man? Or do you want to work the streets? If you want, you can start right now."

He pulled up near a black SUV with some scary men that were keeping an eye on the hookers.

 

[Naturestrikes]

She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

She averted her eyes from the scantily clad sluts that gasped Chuck's name, offering him deals, begging him to be part of his films, knowing what a big shot he was.

Charlotte shook her head at the offer, looking away and feeling hate grow towards her father at being asked to do this for a living. Even with his own company. Pimping out his own daughter...?

She shrugged and looked away, burning white hot with anger and red hot with shame. Especially seeing how all those dirty soiled women tried to sell their bodies to her father. Their voices echoed in her mind, as if to haunt her.

Charlotte shuddered, and snapped at her daddy, ''Obviously you don't love me daddy. But i'm not getting naked for anyone, nevermind a camera. I will find a job. Just you wait!!''

She didn't even want to look at the scary men, just averted her eyes from the hookers, the pimps and even her own father who was so bold as to even bring her there. She couldn't believe it.

''Take me home.'' She snapped moodily, ''I don't want to drive with you anymore.''

 

[vin_26m]

"That wasn't one of the choices, Charlotte. I'm not taking you home. Not with that shitty attitude of yours. So I guess I'll just leave you here with these nice men."

He pulled up right next to the SUV. The pimp and his thugs recognized Chuck. The pimp went to Chuck's side and shook his hand. "Yo, what up, playa?" asked the pimp. The thugs stood on Charlotte's side, looking at her, licking their lips.

"I got someone new," said Chuck. "She owes me big time, but she doesn't want to get on camera. So maybe you can get work for her, keep half, send me the rest until I say so. Like the other ones."

The pimp lowered his sunglasses to get a look at her.

Chuck continued. "Look, I know she's skinny and has pancakes for tits, but there are some guys who are into that, right?"

The pimp nodded his head. "Sure thing, Chuck. I can hook you up. She gonna start right now? You gonna drop her off and pick her up? Or do I get to keep her so we can sample her goods ourselves?" The bodyguards nodded their heads.

Chuck looked at Charlotte. "You heard the man. You know my terms. what's it going to be?"

 

[Naturestrikes]

Charlotte couldn't believe she had fallen for the nicey nicey daddy voice he'd played on earlier. Now, sat in the passenger seat of his car and having a man lean in so close she can smell his stinking breath, she leaned back uncomfortably. The men looked at her like a pack of hungry wolves and she found hself leaning back into Chuck.

''Okay! I'll come home with you! I'll help you out!'' She squeaked, the pressure unbearable. Of course, she wanted to wiggle out of it when she got back. But she would have said anything to get these men's hungry eyes off her and break the proximity they'd created. The smell of cigarettes on his breath made her stomach churn.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could even see the women in the backgrounds, shifting their weight onto their curvy hips and smirking too. She swallowed as she heard her father belittle her appearance again and felt less of a woman yet again.

All of this made her wonder if she'd have gotten the same verbal abuse in sunny Spain.

She turned to her father and winced away from the pimps, ''Please daddy. I wanna work with you, not those men.'' She shook her head, as if to block the men practically drooling at the window next to her from her mind. ''Please... Take me back with you.''

 

[vin_26m]

"That's more like it, sweetheart. We'll go in a moment. Daddy has to take care of some business."

As he continued talking to the pimp, the other two thug bodyguards started talking about her to each other at a low volume. She could only gets bits and pieces from each conversation. One of the thugs and Chuck were easiest to hear.

"...I'd like to smother her pancakes with some syrup...."

"...will start filming 'Naughty Daughters and Dirty Daddies, Volume 2'..."

"...flexible. Could stretch her out real good..."

"...still working on the script, but I'll be the main actor..."

"...break that bitch in half..."

"...found my new co-star..."

"...got a lot to feed her, so she gets some meat on those bones..."

"...okay, take it easy, man."

And off they went. Chuck had been watching Charlotte out of the corner of his eye. He noted the way she squirmed uncomfortably and turned red from embarassment and humiliation as the five men surrounding her, including her father, spoke of her to each other, in front of her as if she wasn't there. Not only did they mock her waif-ish figure, they made sure she knew she was worthy of even the most basic courtesy.

After another quick handshake and a couple of head nods, Chuck drove off, the wind flowing through Charlotte's blond hair thanks to the convertible's top being down.

"I hope that wasn't too awkward for you, sweetie," said Chuck. His voice dripped with kindness and his smile was broad and friendly. "Daddy just wants to make sure you understand that you should be grateful and happy that you get to live under Daddy's roof. He patted her knee gently. His flat hand tensed up into a claw, digging his nails into the bare flesh of her thigh as he faced her, glaring at her, his lips tense. "But it's also so that my business associates we just met get a good look at you. They're very good at finding people who run away from me. They always manage to bring them back to me. Usually, their targerts are not in the same condition they left, but these victims know better than to try to escape from me again."

Back at the house, Chuck brought Charlotte back to her room.

"Since you left the room when I told you to stay in it, I'm going to lock the door this time, Charlotte. And since you just have to play with my computer, you're really going to play on the computer. Just read what the monitor says. Most girls earn a thousand credits in an hour. You are going to earn 100. When you get 100 credits out of the customers, I'll let you out and feed you. Until then, your stomach is going to keep on growling. My maid already locked your belongings in a closet. Break a leg!"

He shoved her inside and slammed the door. More mechanical sounds indicated that the door was indeed locked from the outside.

The computer automatically detected a new camgirl in front of it and added her to the list of available camgirls. Her name got filled in, "Charlotte Harlot" and her image was highlighted as "NEW." Immediately, the number of viewers watching her spiked from 0 to almost a hundred - the subscribers always jumped on a new girl.

To the side of the live image of herself was a list:

25 credits - take off shirt
50 credits - take off shorts
75 credits - take off bra
100 credits - take off panties

At the bottom of the screen, her viewers made comments.

"Stand up and turn around. Let's get a look at you."

"I love your name! Charlotte Harlot. LOL."

"Bend over. Let's get a look at that skinny ass."

It was like a contest of who could be the most demeaning.

A small screen popped up. It was her father, Chuck. "Here's how it works, sweetie. You have to entice them to spend credits. When they team up to give enough credits, you reward them by doing what's on the list. Right now, you're at 0 credits. They don't have much patience, so you better start talking with them and enticing them to give you credits. Your mom was a natural at making men want her, but it seems that you didn't get her sexy curves. You're going to work harder for that kind of attention."

 

[Naturestrikes]

Charlotte had to sit through the discussions. She looked between each man, staring at them in bewilderment. They each ignored her presence. Or perhaps they hadn't, she thought, perhaps they wanted her to hear how she wasn't quite as womanly as a page 3 model, baring big round tits and strutting their hourglass figures for the camera.

She flinched as her father turned nice again, feeling ill as he used that nice voice again. She was cautious this time, and rightly so, the nails digging into her flesh made her squeal in pain and grip his hand. She pleaded for him to let go. Eventually, he had.

Her father had described the escaped girls as 'victims'. Her heart sank as she realised her daddy's job was a little more than just porn film directing. Something else was going on here, she knew it.

As she walked calmly back to her room, registering everything her father was doing and saying so far, she suddenly staggered towards from an almightly shove from behind. She slammed against the carpetted floor and scrambled to her feet as the door shut. Too late. She lay her hands out flat on the door as she heard the locks click into place.

''Daddy?'' She quizzed, confused. ''Why are you doing this!?'' She shrieked, pounding her bony fists on the door as she looked towards the computer.

She wandered over hesitantly, looking to see the window was also locked. She touched the mouse, the webcam flicked on and it showed her mirror image and a lot of derogatory messages flicking onto the screen. She staggered away from the streaming camera, and scrambled onto her bed.

''Daddy! Stop it daddy!!'' She pleaded, her credits growing from the audio that she was providing alone.

''... Don't make me do this daddy!'' Another 20 credits creeped up.

She couldn't see from where she was sat, but the men loved her frightened daughter act. She closed her eyes and slapped her hands over her ears. ''Make it go away!!''

 

[vin_26m]

This was even better than Chuck expected. His viewers loved a girl who can act a little bit. He decided to make things more interesting.

"Oh, look, sweetie. You have 20 credits, just five more and you'll be taking your shirt off for these nice, generous men. If they're willing to keep you off the streets as a whore, the least you can do is show them what you have under that shirt. It's not like they're touching you. Not like the way the men on the street would. Look, 25 credits. Show them your tits, sweetie. Maybe they will give you more credits. "

Chuck grabbed a random girl who was waiting to go on the air and dragged her into his office. He pushed her down to her knees and stuck his cock in her mouth. He was so hard for his daughter already, he just had to get his dick sucked by one of the sluts in his company.

"Better do it, sweetie, or Daddy is going to come in there and rip it off himself."

 

[Naturestrikes]

Charlotte nearly crumpled under the pressure of having the credits hanging over her head.

''Noo! Daddy, this isn't funny! I'll call the cops, daddy. This isn't funny!!'' She kept yelling out, curling up a little more. Her shorts rode up her skinny ass and showed on the screen as the webcam pointed to her on the bed. She closed her eyes.

''I'll tell mom everything...! Oh daddy, why are you doing this to me!?''

The credits were zooming up. She'd blinked and she'd gotten 165 credits. She shrieked and threw a pillow at the computer. It didn't knock the cam off. She cried out, ''Make it stop, daddy!''

The viewers loved the incest idea, it seemed. Comments were streaming as her viewer count crept up too. ''mmmm that's right baby,'' read one, ''moan for your daddy. Daddy won't stop... He loves his teen daughter's hot little pussy''

''Take your shirt off.'' Crept up a lot, but she ignored them. She armed herself with a pillow and awaited Chuck coming in. She decided she would attack him with the cushion if he came near her. Sweat from being live in front of so many web users had beaded on her brow. She cried out again, ''I don't like this, daddy!''

 

[vin_26m]

The door unlocked and Chuck barged into the room, slamming the door behind him. He cock was in his pants, but tenting the fabric.

"I told you what would happen, sweetie."

He smacked the pillow out of her hand that pinned her on the bed under him. He straddled her stomach and pinned her wrists down on either side of her head.

"Lie, still, Charlotte Harlot, or Daddy is going to have to smack you around."

 

[Naturestrikes]

She gasped and squirmed beneath him, big brown eyes staring up in bewilderment. ''Daddy, stop this... It's not fair...!'' She couldn't lay still, not with her daddy pinning her down. She arched her lithe body and pushed against him desperately.

''Daddy, stop! I SAID STOP.'' she shrieked, thrashing wildly beneath him. Her blonde hair was splayed out behind her on the bed. She wondered how it had come to this.

''I'm your daughter!'' She reminded him in a saddened rage, her eyes beading with tears, ''You're meant to love me daddy. I'm not one of your stupid sluts!'' She shouted, ''I'm your baby girl! And I want to leave. Let me go daddy. I want to go!'' She squealed angrily, still wriggling wildly in his grip.

The computer was buzzing with private offers, the credits rolling to a massive 600 already. And she wasn't even unclothed. It seems the audience was enjoying watching daddy force his baby girl down...

 

[vin_26m]

He held both her wrists in one meaty hand, his cock aching to burst out of his pants as it rubbed up against her chest. He pressed her hands down on her chest, with one hand, then brought his arm back. He looked down at her, then looked at the camera, smiled, then looked back down at her. The blow was fast and loud and sent her head spinning toward the side and her hair into the air. He switched hands, taking his time, then repeated the slap, evening up the other side.

He tugged her top up her chest to her upper arms. He quickly tied her arms and head inside the tank top, pinning her arms against the sides and top of her skull.

He got off her and pulled her up to face the camera, reaching around with both hands to cup her tits and squeeze her nipples hard enough to make her scream through her shirt.

 

[Naturestrikes]

Her head jerked from side to side with the slaps, her cheeks flaring pink as his hand connected with her face. She gave a sharp gasp and struggled again. She was slapped again, and Charlotte looked up at her father.

She was suddenly facing the camera, forced to watch her own sorry state as she screamed out for him to stop, her nipples growing hard under his touch, her soft nearly-flat chest fitting easily into his hands. She was definitely not supermodel material.

''Oh that's right baby,'' One commenter wrote, ''I'll pay you 500 bucks to watch your daddy come all over that pretty teen face of yours...''

She tensed at that comment, looked over her shoulder and spoke calmly, but pleaded with him...

''Please don't do that Daddy...''

The commenter wrote, ''No. 1000 bucks. Do it.''

Suddenly the tokens shot up to 10,000. The commenter had donated it.

''I'm a rich man,'' He wrote, ''Now daddy, cum over your daughter's beautiful face...''

 

[vin_26m]

"Damn. After seeing your flat tits, they don't even care to see you without your shorts and your panties on. I guess they didn't want to see those narrow hips of yours. Tough crowd.

"But in a way, aren't you a lucky girl? Everyone wants to see you covered in Daddy's baby batter. They want to see... the cock that made you... shoot the cum you came from... all... over... your face."

He positioned her to straddle her chest again. Her arms were tied up in the tank top, pinned above her head with one of his hands. His other hand reached down between his legs.

Slowly, he unbuckled his belt.

Slowly, he undid the button.

Slowly, he unzipped his fly.

He pulled the waistband of his boxer briefs down and his cock sprang up, nearly smacking her in the chin. He lay his cock on her chest and started thrusting.

"Not enough enough for a titty fuck. Sad. At least your mom had tits."

He started stroking his cock. With her arms above her head, she couldn't even turn her head to the side to avoid what was going to happen next.

 

[Naturestrikes]

She whimpered and struggled beneath him. He was going to do it... She thought. Her daddy really was going to cum over that pretty face of her's.

It would drip down her high cheek bones, splash over her heart shaped lips and fluttery brown eyes... She gasped as she felt the weight of her father's cock slap against her soft skin and ride against her flat chest.

She whimpered as she watched his hand working himself, knowing that any moment the salty sweet fluid would be jetting over her pretty face. The tokens were shooting up as she begged her father, ''Chuck... Don't do this... You don't have to do this..''

She swallowed tentatively, until the way he sat on her started hurting and made her gasp and open her mouth wide...

 

[vin_26m]

"Of course I have to do this. Look at all the credits we're getting. You don't want me handing you over to those mean pimps to fuck those random guys, do you? Not when you can be with your old man instead."

He really used his weight on her chest, squeezing the air out of her lungs, making her open her mouth wide and try to gasp for breath. Right at that moment, he released his load, firing blast after blast of thick, white semen all over her pretty face.

The first load was a line going from her hairline, along the bridge of her nose, continuing down to her parted lips and ending at her chin. A bridge made up of a rope of her daddy's jizz went from her upper lip to her lower lip before sinking down under its own weight onto her tongue.

The next two blasts went straight into her eyes then went down her cheeks like tears.

The final three blasts went straight into her mouth, filling it.

He grabbed her head and brought it close to the camera to show his cum in her open mouth, then covered her mouth with his hand until she swallowed it all down.

He left her there as a cum covered mess.

The credits were still piling in when he left the room and locked the door again.