Daddy’s Little Whore Ch. 01

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As he flicked through the thumbnails, John’s eyes were drawn to some that he considered visiting. For some, it was the girl, either a hot blonde or a smoking brunette. They’d be great visually but often they had full chatrooms. Some of the girls were already naked. The pink flesh of a naked girl always drew the eye in. They either had their legs in front of them or they lay on their stomachs, the dual mounds of soft young ass drawing in his gaze. Some had decor that attracted. A window in one spoke of risk – perhaps a voyeur peeking in on the camgirl. One caught his eye because of its sheer ordinariness. Something about for made it seem like the room was generic, an ordinary bedroom repurposed. He stared at the empty room, logic said that most of the camera feeds came from bedrooms turned into little private strip clubs offered up online. Why did the stand out?

On a whim he touched it with his finger.

The view of the room filled his screen. The ordinariness pulled him in. It was like a place he had seen before. Perhaps another previous webcam session or the decor matched some memory. He didn’t know. The empty room started to bore him. He furrowed his brow and was about to back out of the feed when the hips of a girl appeared. The hips moved in and out of the view with orange panties. Ordinary common orange panties that he’d seen somewhere before. He didn’t remember using this feed in the past but somehow it tugged him in.

The girl finished fussing about with whatever she was fussing about with and the hips moved away from the camera to reveal n torso wearing an orange bra. He realised with a shock that the panties and bra were actually a bikini. His brow furrowed, curious as to why he knew specifically that the orange bra and briefs were a swimsuit.

The girl backed further away and her face answered everything. Nicole. His step daughter. Her face a mask of practiced concentration. Like she’d done this a thousand times before.

His head spun with the revelation. He had logged into a webcam and was seeing something that was happening just up the stairs. His eyes narrowed and he thought about confronting the naughty bitch but he paused.

Nicole was a brat and she knew how to argue. In fact, that was arguably her most well-developed skill. If he called her out of the room, she’d deny everything. If he burst in there, within ten seconds the argument would be about why he was a creep for bursting into his teenage daughters’ room.

No. He needed evidence.

Hard evidence.

Rock hard.

And he knew just how to get it.

He opened the chat interface and typed, ‘hi, beautiful.’

He waited. Nicole settled into the bed on her stomach. She adjusted the bikini briefs then pulled a keyboard front of her. She then glanced up at the screen and adjusted the keyboard. She typed.

The text, ‘hi, there,’ appeared on the tablet in the chat window.

‘What’s your name,’ he typed.

He waited for the reply as in the screen Nicole looked at the camera, adjusted the keyboard again, then typed.

One word, ‘Nicole.’

His cock stiffened. The little bitch didn’t even try to mask her name.

‘Where are you from?’ he asked.

‘TX,’ she replied.

Houston, Texas specifically he knew. Shocked at her brave disregard, he asked, ‘tell me about yourself.’ He waited.

‘You wanna go private?’ she asked.

‘What do you do in a private chat,’ he replied.

‘Try it and find out.’

He adjusted his cock in his pants.It had swelled and become stuck in an odd direction. After he pulled out his hand he typed, ‘do you show your titties?’

‘Sure, private gets titties,’ she replied. She gave the camera a big wink.

John, starting the evidence trail, took a screenshot. The tablet saving it away. Then, his mouth dry he asked, ‘do you show pussy?’

‘Hey, I got the cutest pussy. Do a private show and you’ll see what I mean.”

John swiped for another screenshot, capturing his words. He swallowed hard. He was going to get plenty of evidence. Nicole was going to be so fucked. He pressed PRIVATE SHOW. He wondered how much of the ten bucks she got.

‘Hey big spender,’ she typed. ‘What you want to do?’

He paused. ‘What can I do?’ he asked.

‘I’m all yours, big spender,’ she said. ‘What do you want?’

‘Call me daddy,’ he typed.

‘Sure thing, daddy.’

Nicole always called him John. This was the first time he remembered her ever calling him daddy. He paused over be keyboard. ‘You got a real daddy?’ he typed.

‘I don’t want to talk about my stupid daddy,’ she replied.

John’s eyes narrowed and his mouth tightened. He took a screenshot. He replied, ‘Call me your sexy daddy.’

‘Sure, sexy daddy.’

His heart hammered in his chest and his mouth went dry. ‘I wanna see your titties.’

She looked at the screen for a moment then typed, ‘sure sexy daddy. titties come with a private chat.’ She reached behind her and undid the string of her bikini top. The thin strip of fabric collapsed and hung down limp between her tiny teenage breasts. She pinched a nipple.

He took a screenshot. ‘All the way,’ he typed.

She tandoğan escort bayan reached up behind her neck and pulled the string. He took three more screenshots as she undid it then another of her fully exposed tits. He rubbed his crotch. It was hard as fuck.

She cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. ‘You like what you see, sexy daddy?’

He swallowed. ‘You’re beautiful, baby,’ he said.

‘Sexy daddy, I like it when you call me baby,’ she typed.

‘You’re my baby,’ he replied, stiff and hard.

‘Thank you, sexy daddy.’

She gyrated on the screen running her hands up and down her body for him. He wanted more. Not just the evidence, something primal within him wanted more.

‘Daddy wants to see baby’s pussy now.’

She stopped gyrating to type, ‘baby’s pussy is extra.’

‘Why? Aren’t we in a private show?’

She paused, gave the screen an impish grin, the one he fucking hated that she used when she held all the cards and was gloating over winning some argument. She typed, ‘Baby’s pussy is special.’

Enraged, a fire in his chest, he knew who would win this argument. Whatever she charged, for revealing her slutty cunt, it would be far less than the price she’d pay later. He pressed the button to tip her.

Her smile widened. ‘Hey, I love you sexy daddy,” she typed. Then she knelt on the bed, reached down and pulled her panties to one side, just for a moment, exposing a shot of pink. After flashing, she hooked her thumbs through her bikini briefs and slowly, tantalizingly slipped them down, John furiously taking screenshots. Her pussy was bald and smooth and lovely, its thick lips swollen and inviting.

‘Hey, baby,’ he typed. ‘I wanna see your face too.’ He did. And not just because he wanted the evidence either.

She leaned back on the bed and spread her legs. The camera angle up between her legs, capturing her teenage cunt in all its slick, glistening glory along with her pert inviting tits, nipples sticking up like erasers and capturing her smiling, fully aware face with it’s impish grin. That beautiful fresh innocent face framed by her blonde hair. He took screenshots furiously.

‘I got more tips here baby, he typed. ‘What can you do with that special pussy of yours.’

‘Anything you want daddy,’ she replied. She reached down and ran her fingers around her slit, the flesh dimpled as her fingers ran over it.

He hit the tip button another time, ‘daddy wants to see inside.’

Her eyes widened and then she smiled. Her fingers stopped stroking and she placed two on the slit and parted her labia giving John a view deep inside her inviting, slick hole.

‘Both hands baby, for a tip like that, daddy expects two hands,’ he typed one handed, the other rubbing his crotch. ‘Unless you want daddy to stop tipping,’ he added.

She paused for a moment after reading the screen then drawing both knees back, she exposed herself, reached the second hand down and pulled the folds of her cunt wide letting John see deep past the pink and into the darkness beyond.

‘You have a beautiful face baby. Show it to me,’ he typed.

She lifted her head and bit her lip coyly. He took a bevy of screenshots.

‘Daddy has more tips, baby. What tricks have you got for daddy?’ he asked. He waited as she released her cunt, pulled over the keyboard and typed.

‘Does daddy want to see me come?’

‘How will you do it, baby?’

‘How do you want me to do it, daddy?’

‘Daddy wants baby to stick her fingers inside and fuck herself until she comes,’ he typed.

‘If you double tip your baby, she has a special surprise for you,’ she said. She reached over and opened the nightstand next to the bed and pulled out a long, pale pink dildo. It had veins textured up its length.

He hit the top button twice. ‘If baby does a good job, her daddy has a surprise for after,’ he typed.

Nicole’s eyes widened, then with a sly grin, she slid the dildo down next to her bald pussy. She rubbed it back and forth, turning it slightly to moisten it all over then she swivelled it in her fingers pressing the end invitingly against her pussy lips. He pressed the back of it with two fingers and the blunt tip parted to lips and entered her cunt. She bit her lip and pushed harder thrusting the plastic deep inside her. She arched her back and pulled at her nipple with her free hand. John’s cock surged in his pants.

‘That’s it, baby,’ he typed. ‘Daddy wants your cunt to be properly fucked.’

She turned her head, read the text, and typed, ‘I want you to fuck me, daddy.’ The she looked directly into the camera as she slid the dildo in and out with exaggerated slowness, teasing him.

‘Lick it,’ he typed.

Her eyes widened and she slowed the rhythmic progress of the pink plastic. She glanced at the camera, unsure.

‘You want your surprise, don’t you?’

Slowly she plunged it extra deep, then slid it all the way out an, while staring directly into the camera put it up to her mouth and slid it inside, pushing it in a good eight inches and wrapping her pouty teenage lips around it.

He took a slew of screen tunalı escort bayan captures then hit the tip button again.

‘Come for your daddy, baby,’ he typed.

Smiling and knowing she was on the home straight, she pulled the plastic out of her mouth and slid it back into her still glistening cunt. She amped up the tempo. She stared directly into the camera as her mouth formed a silent ‘O’ and her face screwed up in pleasure. She arched her back as the rammed the dildo home pumping it hard. Then she tipped her head back and shuddered then lay still panting for breath. All throughout, John took screen capture after screen capture.

John waited for a bit and then hit the tip button again for good measure. He didn’t want her to suspect anything. Not yet, he wanted to see her expression in person.

Then he picked up his phone, and dialled Nicole’s number. He watched on the screen as she lay in the bed and turned her head. She rolled over, reached out her arm, picked up the phone from the dresser. After glancing at the screen, she let it tumble from her fingers and left it to ring out.

He called it again. She reached out again, and after glancing at the screen, rolled her eyes and let it ring out again, tossing it back into the dresser.

‘What’s going on?’ he typed.

‘Just some idiot trying to call me,’ she typed back.

Normally John would have been incensed by such a lack of respect but today he was calm. She had her lesson coming to her.

He called her mobile again.

She glanced at the phone again, scowled, then picked it up. “Hi, John,” she said sweetly, the scowl never leaving her face.

“Hey, Nicole,” he replied, “I’ve been looking for you. I’ve got your allowance. I’m in the TV room.”

She sat up at the word allowance. Quickly she stood, tossing the still shiny dildo into her dresser and pulling out a dress. She pulled it over her head, no bra or panties, just the dress slipped over her tight young body. His cock went hard wondering how often she walked around without any undergarments. Then she walked out of view of the camera. Upstairs, a door opened then slammed shut. Her feet drummed on the stairs as she rushed down. Within a few moments, she skipped into the TV room a big smile on her face.

“Hey, there you are,” John said. “What have you been up to, Nicole?”

“Been in my room doing nothing,” she said. “Where’s my allowance, Daddy?” She put one hand on her hip and held out the other. “Well daddy?” she asked wriggling her fingers.

“I’ve got it right here but I’m not so sure you’ve earned it now,” he said.

“Daddy, it’s an allowance,” she said, emphasis on the last word. “That’s not how it works. You give it to me.” She wriggled her fingers again. “Come on, I’m in a hurry.”

“Why?”

“Why?” She furrowed her brow and snorted with impatience. “Why what?”

“Why do you deserve this? Why should I give you your allowance?” He paused. “Why are you in a hurry?”

“I want to get back to my room.”

“Why. It’s not like you were doing anything,” he said. “Was it?”

She blushed, just the smallest and most satisfying amount. “Daddy, you’re creeping me out. Just give me the allowance already.”

“Maybe I’ve changed my mind. Maybe I don’t think you’ve earned an allowance.”

“Daddy, I’ll tell mom.”

“Tell her what?”

“That you’re not giving me my allowance,” she said. “And that you’re creeping me out.”

“Oh really?” John replied leaning back in the chair. “And what sort of guy does it take to creep you out?”

She stood there, hand on hip, nostrils flaring.

“I think you’re a brat, Nicole. I don’t think you don’t really deserve an allowance.” He picked up the tablet and loaded up a game.

“Let’s see what mom thinks, shall we?”

“I think you should be earning this cash. I’m sure your mom will agree.” The faint sound of laser fire emanated from the tablet.

She stood silent.

“What are you willing to do to earn it?” he asked staring at the screen of his tablet.

“What if mom heard you talking like this,” she said.

“Like what?”

“Like … like a filthy pervert!” she said.

“If I’m a pervert, perhaps you’re a slut.”

Her face went crimson but her voice never wavered as she bluffed it through. “You’re sick saying things like that.”

“If you’re not a slut, why aren’t you wearing underwear.”

“How dare you!”

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

Her mouth snapped shut.

He put down the tablet mid-game and pulled out his wallet. He reached inside and pulled out fifty bucks and showed it to her. “In fact, here’s your allowance,” he said, “if you can prove you’re wearing underwear.”

“You dirty old man, you want me to flash you just so I can get my allowance?” She snorted.

He pulled out another fifty. “Here’s double. Prove you’re not a slut and it’s all yours.”

“John!”

“I’m not wrong am I?” He pulled out two more fifties. “Double again, all you have to do is lift the skirt and prove to daddy whether or not you’re a slut.” He waved the cash in front of her, teasing her. “Easy money right? Dunno türbanlı escort bayan why you’re not taking it?”

Nicole licked her lips, her eyes laser focused on the cash.

John pulled out more cash. “Double again. Last offer, all you have to do is lift that dress and show daddy what’s underneath.”

Nicole bit her lip, her breathing heavy.

“Four hundred bucks for a flash of panty, Nicole.”

She stared at the cash, obviously wanting it. Her hands slid down her skirt.

“Just a little flash, surely you’ve done worse.”

She stood, silent.

“After all, I reckon you’re a total slut, Nicole.” He halved the cash. “Tell you want,” he said holding out two hundred dollars, “if you get on your knees, crawl over here and take this wad of cash in your mouth, you can have it.” He held up the second bundle. “You get this too, if you strip naked first.”

She said nothing.

“Or perhaps I get you to suck my cock for free?” He undid his belt.

“John. You wait until I tell mom!”

“I’d be careful what your mom finds out,” he said. He picked up the tablet, brought up a screenshot of Nicole with a dildo sunk to the hilt in her tight cunt. He held the tablet out to her. He face drained of colour as she flicked through them, slowly at first but then speeding up.

“Oh God,” she whispered.

Meanwhile, John had unzipped his jeans and pulled out his now rock-hard cock and was slowly stroking it, waiting for her to finish. She looked up and her eyes widened with shock and the sight of his erection.

“Don’t tell mum,” she whispered. “Please.”

“Why not?” John asked.

Nicole shuffled her feet and looked down. “Please don’t, please.”

John’s eyes narrowed, the dumb bitch wasn’t getting it. “What’s my incentive?” he asked.

She paused for a moment.

“What’s it in for me, Nicole?”

Then she got it. A broad smile broke onto her face and she replied, “I can make you happy.”

“How happy?”

She moved forwards towards him. She slid her knees in between his and pushed forward, sliding in between his legs. The heat of her bare flesh penetrating his jeans. She reached down and placed a hand on his crotch, directly on his hardness. She smiled at it’s hardness and gave a little squeeze.

“I’ll make you very happy if you don’t tell Mom,” she whispered.

“How happy?” John replied.

Her slim fingers found the zipper at the front of his jeans, sliding it slowly down. John swallowed hard his eyes never leaving hers. She lifted her delicate teenage hand and wrapped it around his cock.

“Does this make you happy,” she asked.

She slowly stroked his large hard cock, it’s engorged end sticking out of her fist.

“Well?” she asked. “Daddy.”

At that word, he released a small groan of satisfaction. She smiled and shifted position to get better grip on him. She slid her hand back and forth. Slowly.

John tipped his head back for a moment and groaned. Then, looking straight at her, said, “you have two hands, bitch, fondle daddy’s balls too.”

She reached out with the second hand and cupped his balls. He grunted and closed his eyes with pleasure.

“Daddy,” she said, “are you going to tell Mom?”

His eyes opened. “It depends,” he said.

“Depends on what?” she asked, her voice soft and demure.

“On this,” he said, reaching out with his hand and grabbing her hair. Pulling her head forward, he guided her mouth over his cock. She parted her lips and he pulled her head down watching his cock disappear into her pouty teenage mouth. He groaned.

He pushed down on her head and face-fucked the poor girl filling her throat with his cock so deep that she retched and gagged. When he released her, she couched and globs of spit drooled from her mouth.

He grinned at her performance. After all, the bitch needed to learn how to show respect.

“Take your skirt off, Nicole.”

“What? Now?” she asked. “But…”

“It’s not like I haven’t seen it all already. Get it off now, Nicole.”

She stood and grabbed the hem of her skirt. She paused. “Do I get the four hundred bucks?” she asked hopefully.

He smiled. “Aren’t you just daddy’s little whore. Let’s see you earn it.”

Nicole narrowed her eyes then slowly she started to gyrate, rocking her hips back and forth.

John leaned back, his cock hard and erect and still shiny with her spit. He watched, as his daughter danced for him teasing him. She lifted the hem of the skirt and sure enough, she had no underwear. Her swollen pink pussy lips beautiful and beckoning him, drawing his eyes in.

“Get it off, Nicole,” he said. “…Or should I say daddy’s little whore.”

Nicole paused then in one quick motion peeled the dress all the way off. John’s hand moved down and stroked his cock absent mindedly at the sight of her tight, teenage body.

“Come here, Nicole.”

Naked, she walked over to stand directly in front of him. He stood, pulled off his jeans and tee shirt and stood next to her naked. A single tear flowed down her cheek.

He wiped it away with his finger. “Don’t worry, Nicole, you get used to this.” He cupped her breasts, enjoying the tight roundness, her nipples erect bullets under her palms. He squeezed and kneaded them then, dropped one hand to her hip, leaned in and took a nipple into his mouth. She tasted like teenage heaven, fresh and smooth and lovely. He sucked the other nipple and was rewarded with a small moan.

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