Daddy’s Little Whore Ch. 04

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John sat on the couch on a quiet Tuesday afternoon, tablet in his lap watching porn, the speakers turned up loud. His wife, Olivia, was away on the second day of a four day sales conference halfway across the state. She wasn’t due back until Thursday night. And as for Olivia’s daughter, Nicole, she was out. Somewhere, he suspected doing something that would take at least a couple of hours.

The porn he was watching was his favorite camgirl. Well, the site thought that this performer was his favorite camgirl because it was the only one he watched. His step daughter, Nicole, was performing. Lying on a bed, typing and chatting with her fans. Not her bed, though. It had been weeks since she’d cammed from her own bedroom. No, Nicole had no end of places she could cam from. Men who’d offer the little slut a room for a walk on part in her camshow. John had spent the past few weeks watching Nicole take dicks in her mouth, in her tight little pussy, and her ass. He’d seen cum splattered across her pretty little face, or jets of cum shooting into her open, smiling mouth, and little white droplets seeping from her freshly fucked pussy. Nicole had become quite the little whore.

But she didn’t have any cock in her at the moment. She wasn’t even naked. Instead she lay on her front, wearing a light blue bikini with large black polka dots. That said a lot about where she was. She was at the house of Edward, one of John’s friends. He’d seen that bikini before on Edward’s daughter, Eva. The first time at John’s house when Edward’s family came over for a barbeque, Eva had spent the day strutting around in the bikini giving John plenty of opportunities to study it in detail. The second and last time he’d seen the bikini was in a webcam session. Eva had briefly experimented with webcams. John hadn’t seen Eva online for a while.

His musings about Eva were interrupted by the change in action on the screen. Nicole reached back and unhooked the bikini top. It fell away from her body exposing her tiny little tits. Comments of appreciation from her fans scrolled up the screen. John typed nothing, instead he released his cock from his pants. It sprang free, proud and erect. On the screen, Nicole rolled off the bed. A naked body lay down to take her place, a man laying on his back, cock hard and sticking up. Harder than John’s even.

At the side in the frame he watched as Nicole stood, hooked her fingers into the waistband on the bikini bottoms and slid them down her legs. That answers the question about where the cock was going. Hot anger surged in John. Nicole no longer offered up for John. Not since she’d found others willing to pay the asking price for access to her holes. If her bikini briefs were coming off for the owner of that cock, then Nicole was at least two hundred dollars better off. Lithe, nineteen year old shaved pussy came at a premium.

Nicole crawled back into the bed and straddled the waiting cock. With her back to the camera, she reached down and guided it to her entrance. Then she slowly bore down on it. John watched as the cock slide deep into Nicole’s cunt. He wondered why the little slut wasn’t facing the camera. Showing off her body to her fans. Her tiny tits jiggling as she rode cock was a firm fan favourite as was the sight of her tight stomach undulating as she slammed her pussy onto some lucky guy’s cock. No, this didn’t make sense.

At least not until she leaned forward, exposing her tight little ring. With one cock deep in her cunt and her tight little asshole exposed, an arm reached into the shot and a glistening index finger traced down the crease of her bum until it stopped, right at her tight hole. The hand rotated working the finger inside. Once inside, the finger circled, stretched Nicole’s tight ring. Preparing it.

A man’s hips and erect cock moved into the frame. Dwayne. The dark skin and huge dark cock made it clear that this one was Dwayne. The cock pressed against Nicole’s tight hole. Relentless. The tiny sound of Nicole’s whimper carried over the speakers as Dwayne penetrated Nicole’s tiny bum. Her rapid breathing added to the rustling as their bodys moved about. Then she moaned, Dwayne driving himself to the hilt in Nicole’s ass making her scream.

Nicole’s moans didn’t last for long. A long, pink shaft moved into the scene next to her head and, looking up at it’s unknown owner, she opened her mouth and took it deep inside. The hand of the unknown man, probably Frank who seemed to find limitless funds when it came to fucking John’s step daughter, rested in her hair, keeping it pulled to one side, exposing her face full of dick to the camera.

John raged. All those beautiful holes. Filled. But not by him. That slutty cunt giving herself away to these men. But not this man. John wanted to drive his cock into the dirty little cunt. Into her asshole. Fucking it raw until she was screaming and begging for him to stop. Instead he was sitting on the couch watching her being used. Cocks in every hole. A whore. But no longer Daddy’s Little Whore. Just some fucking webcam whore. Bakırköy Escort Out of reach. Meat being fucked for his entertainment.

He wanted more.

He’d get more.

He had a plan.

He stuffed his cock back in his pants. He’d finish the job in Nicole’s nineteen year old cunt when she came home.

His plan was a good one.

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Two hours later, the door opened. He looked over to see Nicole come into the room, wearing, well, not much. A short jacket over a strapless top that showed far too much midriff with a miniskirt so high, John swore he could see her panties. Dark. Black. Probably.

“Nicole,” he called out. “Come over here. I need to speak to you.”

She scowled at the request and walked over. By the time she was sitting on the couch opposite John, the scowl was gone. Replaced by innocence. The little minx knew how to manipulate.

John was counting on it.

“What is it, daddy,” she asked guardedly. Nicole likely knew John watched her shows. In fact, the bitch probably revelled in it.

“It’s about your work, honey,” John said, his voice smooth and calm.

“My work?”

Nicole’s webcamming was everything to her. It made her the money she needed to buy the bling she wanted to fit in with her friends. Anything that threatened her work was a big deal. Nicole was playing coy.

John was counting on that too.

“Your webcam shows. That work.”

“Oh. What about it, daddy?” Nicole asked using Daddy, something she only called John when she wanted or needed something. She was lining up to manipulate him.

And he was counting on it.

“I watched today’s show,” he said.

“Did you, daddy?” She kept her tone neutral and didn’t give anything away. She wanted John to lead the conversation so she didn’t accidentally let anything slip.

John was counting on this as well.

“I counted at least three dicks in you, Nicole?” Don’t you think that’s a bit much? John baited the hook. He needed to understand how much she was willing to protect her work.

She bit her lip, maintaining her silence.

“Three cocks?” John pressed her. “At the same time?” He leaned in and lowered his voice. “Was it fun, Nicole? Did you do it because you’re just a fucking dirty slut?” His eyes bored into hers.

Her lip quivered.

John didn’t let up. “When you said it was for the money, I believed you.” He leaned back. “But now I’m not so sure…”

Seeing her business under threat, Nicole leapt to her defence. “It is for the money,” she said. “I have fans. I have followers and reviews. I have a track record. It’s working, Jo- …daddy,” she corrected herself. She batted her eyelids. “Please, I make good money. I do.”

“How do I know that this is just a business for you, Nicole? How do I know you’re not just a little slut greedy for cock.?”

Nicole pulled out her phone. “I’ll show you, Daddy,” she said. “I’ll prove I’m making real money. This is my first business, Daddy.” She pressed her finger on the screen, unlocking her phone. “Let me show you.” She opened an app.

John studied her as she scrolled through the app. Her pert nipples pushed at the fabric of her top. His eyes drifted lower. He skirt had ridden up exposing delicate lace panties. Intricate lace panties. Expensive lace panties. No hair. He knew she shaved. So people could watch as toys and cocks penetrated her soft pink lips. So strangers wouldn’t miss a detail.

Nicole found what she wanted and held the phone up for John to see.

Bingo. He had her now.

He paused. “Scroll up,” he said.

She complied.

“Further…”

She compiled again.

This was exactly what he wanted to see. He was both impressed and shocked at the eyewatering amounts of money she brought in. He hoped she had an accountant. But that was a detail for later.

“Ok, Nicole, I believe you but we’re still not done.”

“What?” Her face screwed up as if about to cry. She was putty in his hands.

“Remember what we agreed when you were younger?” John said.

Nicole looked puzzled for a moment, pursing her lips.

John studied her lips, full with subtle but expensive lipstick with just a hint of glitter. John wondered if the glitter would come off on his cock. He wondered if the unknown man who’d fucked her mouth on camera would have to explain the glitter to a partner or wife. Served him right. Refocusing on the matter at hand, John said, “if you’re going to run your own business, then you need to live up to your commitments.”

Nicole heard, ‘if you’re going to run your own business’ as the opening she needed. She nodded.

With a satisfied smile, John added, “You agreed when you became financially independent, you’d pay rent.” John gestured at the phone Nicole was still holding out. “I think you’re financially independent and it’s time for you to live up to your promise.”

Nicole slowly pulled the phone back, her eyes on John, biting her lip. Holding her breath, the same breath John wanted to choke Bakırköy Escort Bayan off with the head of his cock in her throat.

“You agreed you’d pay rent,” he repeated.

She closed her eyes and sighed. John waited. It wasn’t like she could move out. Nicole’s mother, Olivia, would want to know the source of her daughter’s income. Olivia would freak out and shut down everything. No, Nicole was stuck.

That’s what John was waiting for.

She bit her lip. It could have been worse. A lot worse. But still, she didn’t want to pay John. John paid her. That’s the way it had always been. He paid her for the privilege of putting his dick in her mouth. Now she was going to have to pay him to live in her own room. That wasn’t acceptable. Still, she needed to find out what she was up against. How much she was on the hook for.

“How much?” she whispered nervously.

“For what you get, two hundred dollars per week.”

“Two hundred?” she gasped. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’ve looked online,” John replied matter of factly. “It’s reasonable for what you get here.”

Nicole got a lot. She thought of all the conveniences of living with her mom and stepdad. Even her creepy step dad got her customers. Good customers. Ones who were regular and paid and came quickly. But two hundred dollars was a lot. Especially every week.

But Nicole had options…

…and John was counting on that.

Nicole put her hands on his thighs and leaned in, her face close to his. “Daddy,” her breath was hot against his face, “perhaps we can some to some arrangement.”

“I need you to take your commitments seriously. You’re a businesswoman now.”

One of Nicole’s hands slid up his thighs to the bulge in his pants, exploring, gauging his arousal, and her options. John’s pants were fully tented and straining. Nicole , finding the opening she needed, smiled.

“Perhaps daddy wants a special business arrangement?” She cocked her head to the side as her fingers massaged him through the fabric.

“A deal’s a deal,” John said.

“Does it have to be actual money, daddy?” She rubbed his cock and licked her lips seductively, the promise of things to come. “Maybe I could look after you some other way? Not worry about rent?”

“Nicole, I know you. It’s not worth it,” John said, fighting the growing arousal under her fingers.

“What do you mean, daddy?” She reached for his zipper.

“You’ll just pull some cheap trick and expect it to cover two hundred bucks.”

Nicole leaned forward. “Oh daddy, it won’t be cheap,” she whispered, her breath hot and moist in his ear. She managed to get the zipper down and started to work on his belt. “I’ll look after you.” She peeled open his trousers. “I’ll make you feel so special,” she said.

“I don’t believe you,” John said.

“Let me show you,” she said pulling down the waistband of his boxers and releasing his rock hard cock. She wrapped her delicate little fingers around it and started stroking him.

“I thought you were a businesswoman, a professional, and entertainer. You think I’m going to sell out for a quick handjob.”

Nicole kept stroking. “Daddy?”

“You’re an entertainer, aren’t you. Why should I accept this when I could get two hundred bucks?”

She paused.

John pressed on. “For two hundred bucks, I could go to a strip club and get a whore to suck me off.”

Nicole’s brow furrowed then she smiled. “Daddy, I can do so much better than that,” she said.

“Prove it,” John said.

“If I prove it, then we can make a special arrangement?” she said, slowly stroking him. She ran her finger over the slit at the end of his cock, smearing a droplet of precum onto her finger and putting it in her mouth.

“Let’s see,” John said settling back.

“Daddy?”

“I’ll consider it but you need to make it worthwhile, Nicole.”

She stood in front of him, breathing softly, considering her options.

John waited, his cock still out of his pants. Would she go for it? His heart hammered with lust in his chest.

Nicole struck a pose and blew him a kiss. Nicole, turned and strutted away, crossing the room. She stopped in front of the television and picked up the remote. She flicked on the television. The roar of canned laughter carried across the room. Without missing a beat, she flicked through the channels until she landed on something playing raunchy rock. She looked over her shoulder at John and smiled.

John nodded once. She was going to try. He’d counted on that.

She crossed the room back towards him, grasping the front of the jacket, pulling it open, exposing her strapless top. She thrust her chest forward and shrugged the jacket off, dropping it on the floor. She kicked it to one side.

She shimmied and ran her hands over her hips, up her sides until they came to rest at the sides of her strapless top. She hooked her thumbs under it and slowly peeled it upwards, revealing her pert young tits, her nipples standing out. Her hands Escort Bakırköy then grabbed the opposite sides of the top and she slid it over her head, tossing it away. It landed on the far side of the room.

John’s eyes narrowed and he nodded.

Nicole tipped her head and gave a seductive smile. Next was the miniskirt. She slid it down her hips and let it fall around her ankles. She stepped one foot out of it and using the other kicked it off. It landed on the coffee table in the middle of the room.

This left Nicole wearing just heels and panties. She slipped her thumbs inside the waistband and slid them down just a faction, her eyes locked on John’s.

A small nod from John and Nicole spun around and bent over at the waist. Slowly, she slipped the panties over the curve of her ass and slid them down to mid-thigh exposing her sex and tight little hole. She wiggled her ass at him then shimmied the panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, spread her legs and bent all the way over to pick them up, completely exposing herself in the process. She stood upright and walked towards John, panties in her hand.

She stood in front of John, naked apart from her heels and threw the panties into the far corner of the room where they lay, next to the entrance of the room.

She leaned over and placed her hands on John’s knees giving him an eyeful of her tits. He wanted to reach up and stroke them, to feel the hard nipples between his fingers, to feel the warm smooth skin under the palms of his hands but he wanted more. Nicole had to give, and keep giving. If John took something, even a feel of her tits, then he was accepting the deal. John wanted more.

He nodded.

Nicole reached for the waistband of his pants and tugged at them. John lifted his hips letting her slide the slacks down his legs. She lifted his feet one by one and pulled the slacks off. John’s boxers followed.

She straddled him, the smooth skin of her teenage thighs electric against his bare legs. She reached up and undid the top button of his shirt. Slowly, with exaggerated concentration, the undid each in turn. Once they were all undone, she pulled open his shirt and ran her hands over his chest.

John nodded, just once.

She pulled at lapels of his shirt, sliding it over his shoulders. John leaned forward and she slid the shirt down his arms. She tossed it away and it landed over the back of the couch.

She looked down at the hard cock between her legs. She grasped her hands around it, stroking it slowly.

John watched.

She slid down his legs, until her mouth was level with his crotch. Her hot breath washed over his hard cock. She looked up and licked her lips, eyes on his, and lowered her mouth until her lips came to rest on his glistening head. She pursed her lips, taking the head inside.

He shook his head. John wanted more.

Nicole’s eyes narrowed.

John waited.

She stood and straddled him, pushing him back onto the couch. She shuffled up until her hips were positioned directly over his cock. He smiled, staring at her fresh body. Her nakedness. Her perfect teenage tits. Her flat stomach. Her inviting pink pussy, fully shaved just inches from the top of his raging cock.

She sank down until the tip of his cock pressed against her soft, inviting entrance. She was wet. Ready. Slick. She lowered and he slid inside her easily yet her tight cunt still squeezed his cock.

John leaned back and groaned. Oh fuck, yes. She could pay her rent in kind.

Nicole smiled at his groan. She rocked her hips back and forth, sliding him in and out of her pussy. She bore down on him taking every inch. John reached out and grabbed her tits. She’d given what he wanted. He could take the rest. He squeezed her tits then rubbed her nipples in his fingers. She moaned.

John was in heaven. This was what he’d wanted ever since that day he’d watched his friend Frank fucking Nicole on her webcam. But this wasn’t an ordinary performance. This was John’s show. Just for him. No plans to share this moment with anyone.

No, he wanted to fuck her brains out. To stretch her cunt and fill it. His hands dropped to her hips as he thrust back against her. He watched as her tits jiggled for him as she bounced on top of his cock, the flesh giving a special hard shake at the end of each hard thrust.

Her slick cunt was divine and his breathing became shallow as the pleasure built inside him. He was going to fill the little bitch with his seed. Take all the pleasure he could from her. The little slut was a total whore, she’d already been filled with three cocks today. But he was going to have her by himself.

He grunted and the urge built more and more, his cock steel driving inside her. His thrusting became erratic and his cock started to ache, that special ache that he knew so well. Past the point of no return. He was going to jizz in her pussy, it was just a matter of when. He held back now, only to make the release that much stronger. It took every bit of his willpower to hold himself back. All his concentration as he watched his cock spearing the tight young cunt of his step daughter. Any moment, he could cum but still he held back.

Nicole herself started to moan with pleasure, placing her hands on his chest as her cunt was ploughed deep.

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