This is a continuation of an earlier work of fiction titled "Crack-Head". You may want to read that before continuing, though it probably isn't necessary. -- I had so much fun with my messed-up, drugged-out crack-head daughter Hannah the first time that I just couldn't wait to bring her back for more. The rest of that evening was spent making a few arrangements, and the next morning I called her up bright and early to tell her to come on over in the afternoon for round two.
She showed up around 3 p.m. looking like complete dogshit. She'd obviously already blown a fair amount of the money I had given her as reward for the thorough face-fucking to which she had submitted.
"Hi, there, cunt," I grinned as she walked through my door looking bleary-eyed and unkempt, wearing a loose, dirty t-shirt and pair of shorts with the word "Hottie" printed across the seat. She tried a smile, "Hi, Daddy." "Rough night, huh? Well, go take a shower and brush your teeth. I can smell your filthy ass from across the room, and I'm not sticking my cock in there until you've washed it, no matter how much you beg me."
I walked up to her and put my arm around her waist, pulling her to me tightly and running my tongue up the side of her face. She closed her eyes and grunted as her resistance already began to give way, so I stuck one hand up her shirt and pinched her nipples roughly.
"This is going to be a day to remember, bitch," I smirked, then turned her around and pushed her in the direction of the bathroom.
When she came out from the shower, I had a surprise ready.
"I bought you some new work clothes, slut. Put them on."
Laying on the bed in front of her were a tiny red miniskirt, a skimpy white tank top with two cherries on the front, and a pair of five-inch red high heels. No panties.
As she began dressing, I took out my digital camera and started snapping pictures. "We're going to document the occasion today," I said. "These are the 'before' photos."
Once she was finished, I gave her some red clips to put her hair up in pigtails. Then, I helped her make up her face using some blush, mascara and eye liner, and bright red lipstick I had bought. She looked like a perfect little-girl whore, and it was making my cock hard, so I went ahead and took off my own clothes.
Continuing our photo shoot, I had her walk around in her new outfit and strike all kinds of poses. I got a variety of great pictures – standing, sitting with her legs crossed, laying down, close-ups of her slutty face in various expressions, and some classic naughty poses with her skirt raised showing her bald puss and tight young ass.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I sat on the edge of the bed stroking my prick and made her crawl over to me on all fours. I took a picture of her on her knees between my legs with my hard cock aiming at her face – just an inch away – then groaned and started to piss. She squealed in alarm and tried to get up as the first blast of smelly urine hit her in the face, but I grabbed her by the hair and held her down while spraying her lips and cheeks and continuing to document her degradation with my camera.
She was by then sobbing openly and fighting to keep the piss out of her mouth, so I shook her by the hair and said sternly, "Open." "I can't," she cried, and while her mouth was briefly open I put down the camera and – still holding her by the hair – pushed three fingers down her throat, making her gag and retch. When I pulled my hand out of her mouth, it was covered with disgusting slime and drool, so I smeared it all over her pissy face, which was already streaked with tears and makeup.
