Daddy’s Little Whore Ch. 03

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Nicole had become a problem. Again. Nothing was ever simple with John’s step daughter. She was a bitchy, entitled little slut, but at least she was cheerful. Now that she had her source of income back.

But it was draining his wallet. Sure, it was also draining his balls and that was the best part, but she insisted that he pay for the privilege to do so. If he refused, she’d push him out of the room and Camgirl solo.

Then, things took a turn for the worse. She’d pack up her laptop and gear into a sports bag, dress up in her slutty clothes and visit a friend. Or at least that’s what Nicole said. Invariably, within an hour her feed would start up and she’d be jiggling her tits and rubbing her pussy. But John just got to watch. This really had to stop.

He stared down at the screen as his step daughter as she performed for the camera and her fans. She hadn’t just found a place to perform. She’d found a partner who had his dick buried deep in Nicole’s mouth. John stiffened, his bulge straining against his jeans as the soft gagging sound of a cock being thrusting hard against his step daughters throat carried over the speakers. He admired her ability to take it right to the hilt. Her hands rested against the naked thighs of her cam partner as he guided her head, a fistful of her hair clenched tight in his fist.

He rammed her extra hard and held a little longer. Nicole resisted for a bit, unable to breathe, before she relaxed and took him. John took extra pleasure in her struggles. It there was one feature of Nicole that he detested, it was her mouth. In particular, the complaints and stupid things that came out of it. It was immensely satisfying to see the thing so full of cock she had no chance to use it.

Still it was a problem, one that he’d need to solve to stop his little slutty step daughter from completely and uncontrollably whoring herself out.

She gagged then retched with a gurgle, a line of spit and phlegm leaking down her chin and dripping onto her smooth pale tits. John pulled out his cock as he watched his step daughter’s struggles. His hand was a poor substitute to her soft nineteen year old lips wrapped around it, but, she wasn’t here. And he did like watching a girl choking on dick. His eyes narrowed, focusing on her squirming as he pumped his fist faster and faster. There was no sign of the bitchy teenager now. She was completely given over to the strange man’s fleshy shaft rammed into her.

Yes, he’d have to do something about the strange man part of this. But that would have to wait. Watching Nicole’s body struggling aroused a surge of lust within John’s gut and his balls that demanded attention. …and relief. He stroked harder as the scene developed on the screen. Whoever the strange man was, he showed Nicole no mercy. No consideration. He took his pleasure and Nicole was left to deal with the consequences. Tears streamed down her face and her eyes were unfocused, almost feral as she concentrated on getting her body what it needed around the long, hard flesh jammed into her throat.

Nicole’s man pulled out and a geyser of spit and phlegm spilled out of Nicole’s mouth, flowing down her chin and onto her tits. She didn’t even notice. Her eyes rolled back in relief as she took precious breath after precious breath. The man said something and for a brief moment, Nicole looked up, gave the tiniest hint of a smile and opened her mouth obediently. Immediately, it was full of cock again, her whole body shuddering as the man thrust himself, balls deep, into her throat. John watched, hard and fisting himself, as Nicole’s smooth tits wobbled and jiggled as her body quivered under the assault on her throat.

Olivia, Nicole’s mom, was still traveling for work and wasn’t around to hear the retch and gags of her daughter so John turned up the volume, filling the living room with the sound of Nicole’s face fucking. Not for the last time, he wished Nicole was in her room so he could give her the damn eighty bucks and ram his cock into her himself. But he enjoyed the show. It was a demonstration of what Nicole was capable of. He’d never have learned that. John was more of a pussy guy, it was his friend, Frank, who was the accomplished face fucker among his friends in college. On a whim, he flicked on the screen recorder on the tablet and continued to watch the show. He had his plan.

But first he’d empty his balls to the sight of his slutty step daughter choking and gagging on cock.

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John stood outside Nicole’s room, tablet in hand, tuned to Nicole’s can channel. It was early in her show and she wore a yellow string bikini. He’d brought it for her as a present, before he knew about how she made her money. She’d asked for it, pointed it out in a catalogue. He’d told her it revealed way to much skin. She’d laughed and said she’d only be a teenager once. She’d pleaded with him and he’d given in all the while feeling like he’d been conned. He’d been conned alright. The dirty slut had taken his present and turned it into a prop for her regular cam routine, using Gaziantep Üniversitesi Escort it as a tool to tease strangers over the internet. In fact, John couldn’t remember a time that he’d ever seen her wearing it outside a cam show. He doubted that she had, and the whole thing had been to add some spice to her sex show. It was her slut bikini and John was glad she was wearing it. It was only fitting given what he hand planned for the deceptive little bitch.

He knocked on the door of her room. On the tablet her face froze as she looked to the left. Then, she crawled off the bed, out of the frame of the camera.

“What is it?” Nicole’s muffled voice carried through the door.

“I’ve come to help.” That was code.

Nicole wasn’t buying it. “Help with what?”

“With your show,” John replied. He grinned at his friend Frank, standing behind just behind him.

Frank shifted on his feet nervously.

“I don’t need help,” Nicole replied.

“Don’t you want the extra tips from your fans?”

“Sure, but I don’t need you for that.”

Frank backed away from the door. John held up his hand, telling Frank to wait. Nicole didn’t believe any of this stuff, she was just waiting John out. Waiting for him to up the offer. There was no way Nicole was giving something away to John for free. She had him in the palm of her hand.

John caved. “There’s cash.”

On the screen of the tablet, Nicole flounced back onto the bed. “Sure, come on in,” she called out brightly.

John opened the door and stepped into her room.

She pointed at the dresser. “Just put it there, daddy,” she cooed.

Just then, Frank walked in, his eyes wide.

Nicole froze. For ten long counts the room was dead silent and dead still as her eyes darted back and forth between John and Frank. Then Nicole regained her voice.

“Cash on the dresser” she said.

John reached into his pocket and slipped out his wallet. Flipping it open, he peeled out a four twenties and dropped them on the dresser. Nicole’s eyes followed the money.

When it landed, her eyes settled back on John’s bulging crotch. She crawled over the bed and reached out, hooking her fingers over the top of his pants. She pulled him towards the bed. Then with John’s shins up against the side of the bed, Nicole looked up into John’s face, one hand expertly unhooking his belt. She lowered his zipper next and reached inside releasing John’s cock.

Frank watched, wide eyed, his pants bulging and breathing shallow.

Nicole wrapped her hands around John’s shaft, her delicate fingers encircling him, then slowly pumped him back and forth. He hardened noticeably and the laptop dinged. Her fans showing their appreciation for the direction the show was taking.

That was all the encouragement Nicole needed. She tipped her head to the side, her hair cascading onto the bed as she opened her mouth and slid her lips around the head of his cock. It totally exposed her face to her online fans as she slid him inch by inch into her mouth, her eyes never leaving the camera as he filled her mouth.

Soft, wet sucking noises filled the room as Nicole’s mouth worked John’s long, hard shaft. John groaned as his cock pressed against the moist, soft inside of her mouth. He closed his eyes in ecstasy as the young woman worked her craft. He reached down and pulled at the string of the yellow slut bikini top. Released, it popped free, the tiny slip of fabric hanging from her neck and letting her tiny, pert tits hang free.

He ran his hands down her back, delighting in her smooth skin.

She adjusted position, lowering her head further, her eyes still on the camera. He pumped his hips and the bulge in her cheek swelled.

A fire lit up inside John at the sight of his cock deforming her face as it pressed against the inside of her mouth. He wanted to see how it looked in her throat. He grabbed her head and shifted her position, breaking the lock her eyes had on the screen of her laptop. She looked down, now totally consumed in the task of sucking John off.

More satisfyingly for John, the head of his cock slide from the soft wall of her mouth to the tiny void deep at the back of her throat.

Nicole gagged.

Frank swallowed hard, his hand caressing the outside of his crotch.

John groaned and thrust. Harder.

Nicole shuddered and gagged again. The laptop beeping the encouragement and arousal of her fans. Urging her to take it. Wanting to see her limits, to see her shake and gag on the cock. The charge of lust filled the room, everyone there, whether in person or virtual, focused on the tiny reactions as Nicole struggled at her task.

John grinned. He loved this bit, the mouthy little brat gagging on his cock. Complete control as she struggled to breath. Best part is, she was in front of her audience. They wanted the show. It wasn’t like the little minx could say no. She gurgled and tears slid down her cheeks as he choked her. Then, with a loud retch, he released and she pulled back, his cock sliding out of her mouth.

She stayed, on her hands and knees, back heaving as she panted for breath. He didn’t let her rest for long. Even as gasped for breath, he grabbed her hair and guided her back onto his meat.

Docile and compliant, she followed his guidance and her moist breath washed over his cock as he slid it into her mouth, the head of his cock, slamming into her throat, cutting off her air. But under the lustful gaze of her invisible online fans, she took it, gagging but holding herself steady over his shaft.

He smirked as he held her fast over him. Lust and power the power driving him deeper into her, relentless and merciless.

The laptop, dinged over and over as fans tipped Nicole’s channel in encouragement, obviously ecstatic watching their favorite girl taking it balls deep.

Nicole’s hair cascaded down over her face and, using both hands, John gathered it up into a tight ponytail which he grasped with one fist. With her head under his complete control, he held her head in place and thrust his hips as the lust built up inside him. Nicole gurgled at each thrust of his hips slammed him right to the back of her throat.

He groaned in pleasure at her warm, softness enveloping his cock. His breathing shortened and his thrusting became more urgent and erratic. Almost too soon, John lost control as the wave of pleasure built to the point of no return. He held back as long as he could making Nicole ride out his brutal throat fucking but in the end, with a grunt, his willpower gave out and his balls tightened and cock twitched before he released spurt after spurt of spunk deep in Nicole’s throat. He held her until he’d finished then released her. She pulled back and a glob of his cum mixed with her spit spilled out of her mouth and down her chin.

Nicole waited, head down on her hands and knees fighting for breath. Her fans celebrated with tips that dinged on her laptop. After a few moments , she raised her head to the camera and smiled. Then, slowly, she ran her finger around her chin, sliding the spilled cum across her skin and back into her mouth. She licked her lips and swallowed all while facing the tiny webcam.

Lines of text with lewd comments scrolled up the screen. Nicole pulled the laptop towards her and typed some replies to her fans.

John turned to Frank. “See, I told you she was good for it. It’s your turn,” he said.

“Fuck!” Frank replied.

Nicole looked over at Frank then glanced at John, her eyes hard. The implication was clear, ‘why didn’t you tell me first.’

John reveled in it. For all the problems that Nicole caused, it was nice to repay the favor.

Nicole moved the laptop out of the view of the camera and turned to Frank. “Cash on the dresser.”

“How much?” Frank asked, his voice dry.

Nicole smiled, “depends.”

“Depends on what?” Frank replied.

“Depends on what you want.” Nicole winked.

“How much -”

Nicole shushed Frank. “It doesn’t work like that. I’m an entertainer, not a whore.” She lowered her voice. “You put up the cash and I’ll let you know.”

John spoke up. “That doesn’t sound fair. He should at least know what he’s getting.”

Nicole held her hand out to the camera. “It’s not like I’m gonna disappoint my fans.” She turned to Frank and cooed, “you saw what John got for eighty, what do you think I’m worth.”

Frank’s eyes narrowed and he swallowed hard. Slowly he pulled out a bunch of notes from his wallet. Then, one by one, he dropped the notes on Nicole’s dresser so she could count each one as it landed.

Two hundred bucks in all.

Nicole’s face split into a beautiful smile. She reached back and with a thumb and forefinger, grasped the tie to her string bikini briefs. Slowly, her eyes on Frank the whole time, she pulled the tie until the loop pulled through and the knot holding her bikini briefs slipped undone. The whole side of the bikini bottoms fell open.

Nicole shimmied her hips and the briefs slid down the other leg.

Frank’s eyes narrowed and he took a step towards the bed.

“Hey, hold on,” John said.

Frank paused.

“What the fuck are you doing, Nicole,” John said.

Nicole was still on her hands and knees on the bed. Her bikini top hanging loose around her neck, her pert tits hanging down and her bikini bottom around her left knee. The crease of her hips and the swell of smooth skin on her tight ass. Available….

For Frank.

“I’m working,” Nicole said.

“No one said anything about fucking,” John said.

Nicole cocked her head to one side. “He’s paid,” she said, “and he gets the pussy.”

“Fuck!” John said.

“Exactly,” Nicole giggled.

“No I’m mean…” John ran his fingers through his hair. “Are you even on birth control?” he asked.

“What? You’re asking now?”

“Hey, I thought you’d suck his cock or something.”

Nicole turned around, displaying her tight pink shaved pussy lips and tiny brown rosebud to the two men. “Well, today it’s something.” She turned her eyes to Frank then reached up between her legs and parted her pussy with her two fingers. “You want to claim this?”

The bright pink inside of her parted lips made both men lick their lips.

Frank unzipped his pants and his cock sprang free.

“What are you doing, Frank?” John asked.

“He’s paid,” Nicole replied. Her eyes locked on Frank’s long shaft. She turned back towards Frank and reached out her thin, delicate fingers wrapping them around Frank’s cock. “If it makes you feel better,” she said to no one in particular. Then she slid her fingers back and forth, stroking Frank faster and faster.

John grunted and settled back, satisfied watching Nicole work the cock until it was rock hard. Then she leaned in towards Frank’s shaft, placing her lips over its smooth head. Slowly, her eyes on Frank’s face, she pushed her head forward taking him deeper and deeper.

Frank groaned and tipped his head back, eyes closed. He reached down, placing his hands on Nicole’s head and gently guided her head back and forth.

At the end of the bed, the laptop beeped as Nicole’s fans urged her on.

She pulled back, sliding Frank’s cock out of her mouth. A smile formed on her face and she glanced towards the camera on its stand. Then her eyes moved to the laptop and the screenful of scrolling obscene suggestions from the online voyeurs. She gave Frank’s cock a couple of strokes, making sure it was rock solid then turned, wiggling her ass at Frank.

He placed his hands on her hip.

“Nicole,” John said.

She paused, looked at her stepdad for a moment before reaching between her legs and grabbing Frank and guiding him towards her entrance. Frank’s head barely parted her pink lips before she pushed back with her hips taking him to the hilt. Frank groaned even as Nicole released a small, satisfied whimper.

John stood ramrod still, watching as his friends cock slid in and out of Nicole’s soft bald cunt..

Nicole, gave a cheeky glance over her shoulder before she reached back and grabbed one of Frank’s hands and brought it to her tits. His other hand reached down and slid over her other tit. Nicole groaned as Frank squeezed her firm little breasts.

Frank’s thrusting became harder and more forceful, shaking Nicole’s body. A high pitched grunt escaped her lips as each thrust slammed into her. Nicole back arched exposing more of her lovely body to the camera – and to John.

John could see every stroke as Frank’s cock drilled Nicole’s young cunt. His eyes narrowed and mouth clamped shut as he waited for Nicole. Surely, she’d ask Frank to withdraw? His stomach tightened with each passing moment fearing his friend would lose control and cum inside the stupid bitch.

Nicole lowered her head and bit her lip, small grunts starting to rise in pitch. “Fuck,” she gasped. “Oh fuck!”

That just increased Frank’s speed and urgency.

Nicole let out a thin wail even as her body shuddered.

Still Frank kept driving and drilling, slamming into the tight young cunt over and over.

John’s throat tightened. He wondered how long Frank could hold out. There’s no way John would be able to explain a pregnant step daughter.

“Are you close?” Nicole asked, between the high pitched rhythmic grunts that followed the wail of her first orgasm.

“Fuck yes,” Frank grunted. “So fucking ready,” His hands left Nicole’s tits and moved to her hips, exposing the flesh of her quivering breasts to the camera. The laptop dinged in appreciation. With his hands on her hips, he used the leverage to drive himself in even deeper, his thrusts becoming more forceful and urgent.

“Please cum inside me,” Nicole whispered.

John’s eyes widened in shock. “Hold on,” he said. “Nicole! Frank…”

But Frank didn’t reply. Instead he let out a low groan and gave a final thrust driving his cock in deep and holding it. His eyelids flickered and fingers dug into the soft skin of Nicole’s hips as his cock unleashed it’s white seed deep into Nicole’s tight pussy.

“Fuck,” John said, his hands on his head. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

Frank lowered his head, spent after filling Nicole with his cum. He started to withdraw but Nicole reached back and put her hand on his hip.

“Wait,” she said. Then she shifted position so the camera could get a good shot of Frank’s dick on her cunt. “Now,” she said.

Frank withdrew and a small dribble of white liquid flowed from Nicole’s delightful pink slit and trickled down her thigh. The laptop beeped.

Nicole guided Frank around so she could wrap her lips around his cock, sucking him clean even as she displayed the cum leaking from her cunt to the camera – and to John. A few licks of the tip, then she took Frank’s cock in her mouth once again – all the way to the hilt. The laptop beeped as she sucked the cock, fresh from her cunt.

Finished with his cock, Nicole quickly kissed Frank’s balls and said, “come again sometime.” Then she looked over her shoulder at John, who was still fixated on the white droplets seeping from her cunt. She smiled at John and said, “I like being Daddy’s Little Whore.”

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