Daisys Disgrace Pt 14

Daisy woke early the next morning in the shed, still naked.

Her father had given her heaps of blankets to keep her warm in the shed, but she had pushed most of them off during the night. Only a thin blanket covered her body, tented in two places by the stiff nipples that protruded from the smooth curves of her breasts. She pulled the sheet away and sat up. She was still horny from the night before, but she also knew she was being monitored by the video camera in the corner of the room, and that her father could see what she was doing at any moment. As much as she longed to touch herself, she refrained, hoping he would be there soon as promised.

Daisy stood up, stretching. From a drawer in her bedside table, she selected one of the tops her father had given her to wear: a sheer white cropped top that clung crudely to her breasts. It said "SLUT" across the front in bright pink letters, but even that didn't stop her nipples from showing through the fabric like headlights. She also selected a pair of white boyshort panties so tight they tucked themselves up inside her vagina, between her thick lips. Of course all of the underwear her father had chosen were nasty in some way, so she didn't have much of a choice.

Daisy didn't put the panties on at once, however. First she needed to relieve herself. There was a bucket in the corner designed for this purpose which her father had insisted she use. She was fairly used to this by now, and not having her father physically present felt like freedom, even if he was watching the video feed from inside the house. He had set another camera up just inside the bucket, so when Daisy squatted over it, she knew he would be able to see her pussy hovering there. Thinking about it, she was surprised to realize that she found the idea vaguely sexy. Perhaps it was just the attention she was getting, the fact that someone had taken an interest in her every action. Or maybe it was just her heightened sexual state.

Whatever the case, she found herself becoming even more aroused as she emptied her bladder into the bucket. The urine squirted out of her in a strong stream, splattering only a little from the usual bulk of her fleshy vagina. Her lips hung down a little lower than they did the day before, but Daisy didn't mind much. It was better than the artificial swelling caused by the pump.

At last she finished her morning pee and wiped her lips with the roll of toilet paper he had left her. She was tempted to rub her hard clit a little to relieve some tension, but she knew he would be watching her and would be displeased. So she pulled her panties on and hoped they would rub enough against her button that she might cum by accident.

Daisy did some exercises then, squatting and stretching and doing several sets of pushups. As a cheerleader, she was very athletic, and didn't want her firm, toned body to get soft over the summer. As she did her squats, her panties did indeed rub against her girly bits, and she found herself doing them more enthusiastically. At last she could take it no longer. She collapsed on the bed with her long legs spread wide and said aloud, "Fuck, I'm horny! Dad, where are you?"

When her father came in not thirty seconds later, she was squirming around in her bed, trying to tickle her clit without using her fingers. He had breakfast with him, which he set on the table before joining her on the bed.

"Good morning, Daisy," he said quietly, pulling a little egg-shaped piece of pink silicone from his back pocket. He pushed the end of it, and the egg began to vibrate with a low, throaty hum. He held it above Daisy's mound, and she tried desperately to rut into it. He pulled it just out of her reach, taunting her. "Are you a slut?" he asked.

She grunted. All of her movements had caused the cropped t-shirt to ride up, exposing everything below her nipples. Every motion threatened to spill them fully from the confines of the tight shirt.

"I asked you a question!" her father growled. Reaching up, he slapped the bottom of one of her jiggling breasts and it flopped out. The other remained inside her shirt. "Look at those big titties. Are you a big-titted slut who wants to rub her hard clit against this toy and squirt all over her sheets?"

Daisy was frantic. She grabbed her own bare tit and squeezed it roughly with both hands, almost as if it didn't belong to her. "Fine! Yes, yes, I'm a slut. I'm a slut with big titties and I need to cum!"

Her father smiled. "Say it again."

"I'm a slut!"

"No, the part about your titties."

"I have...big titties." Daisy was blushing deeply.

"You don't sound too convinced."

Her eyes widened. "They're...well, Jesus, look at them. They're huge." She thrust her exposed jug out towards her father.

"That's a big tit, Daisy. Too big for an 18-year-old."

"I know."

"And too perfectly shaped to be anything but fake."

Daisy only blushed and looked away.

"With huge nipples that only belong on a pregnant bitch," Tom went on.

She winced. "Yes. My nipples are big."

"Not just big. Long and thick and disgusting."

"Yes. They're so gross."

"Touch them. Tug on them, like you're milking a cow."

She grabbed the one bobbing in front of her face and squeezed it with both hands. The fat nub seemed to expand under the pressure.

"You are a cow, aren't you?" her father mocked. "Just a horny little fucktoy with nipples meant for milking. Milk that nipple, you little slut. Make it squirt and I'll make your pussy squirt."

Daisy worked her teat frantically. Her hands pawed at her own swollen flesh, squeezing and kneading and tugging. A big white droplet appeared on the wide, flat tip, but Daisy knew it wasn't enough. Desperate, she raised her tit to her mouth and sucked the big nipple between her lips. She even chewed on it. She crammed as much tit into her mouth as she could and sucked, harder than she had ever done, harder even than when Shawna's boyfriend had walked in on her in the bathroom and coaxed her into taking his stiff penis in her mouth. She had sucked him hard, and he had praised her and told her she had dick-sucking lips. He must have liked it, because he had filled her mouth with semen after only a few minutes.

What filled Daisy's mouth now was a different kind of liquid. She spat it out, along with her nipple, and squeezed it once more. To both her delight and shame, a stream of white exploded from her teat and splattered down on her chest and face. She kept squeezing and milking herself, even when she heard her father say, "Good girl," and felt the heavenly vibrations against her throbbing clit. It felt good enough through the tight panties, but when he pulled out a scissor and cut a quarter-sized hole in the crotch, exposing her stiff clit, she let out a wail of anticipation. The egg descended on her hard nub, and within moments, Daisy was soaking the white cotton in an almost painful orgasm.

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Tom was wet. He didn't really mind-it had come from his daughter's hot cunt, which was still spasming and dribbling her juices onto the sheet beneath her. After the first orgasm, he had ripped her panties off, exposing her squirting pussy, so he could get his fingers inside her and make her squirt again and again. He would need to change his jacket before he left for work, but it had been worth it.

Daisy lay on the bed now, breathing heavily, one tit resting naked on her chest, the other still caught in the tight fabric of her top, wet now with her own milk. Tom didn't know how it was possible. He didn't think she was pregnant, but how else was she producing milk? Perhaps it really was the pump that was causing it. Whatever it was, he found it wildly erotic. As she lay there, he climbed up beside her on the tiny cot and plucked at her clothed nipple. He squeezed. Tugged. Jiggled her tit back and forth with it. He pulled on it like a cow's teat and suddenly there was a damp patch around her nipple. He did it again, and the patch spread. She looked like a contestant in a white t-shirt contest, except that her panties were around one ankle and her thighs were spread to expose her steaming hot pussy, and Tom didn't think that was commonly done outside of Girls Gone Wild! videos.

At last he stood up and made his way to the door. Before he left, he turned and looked back at her. She smiled vaguely in his direction.

"I want those pumps on your nipples for at least an hour today," he instructed her, "and a pump on that asshole for twenty. Send me a photo when you start and when you take them off. I'll see you after work."

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When Tom returned that afternoon, Daisy was asleep on her bed. She lay on her side with one leg cast up, her knee resting just underneath her tits. He could see, even before gently spreading her asscheeks, the still-swollen bulge of her anus peeking out above her fleshy twat. He admired her silently for a moment, imagined what he would do if she wasn't his daughter. He longed to wake her up by sliding his cock into that pussy that was just begging to be fucked, making her squeal and cum. He wanted to feel that swollen asshole gripping his cock like a hungry mouth, sucking his cum out of him and deep into her bowels.

But he didn't. Tom let her sleep. He was content knowing he would be back before nightfall to prepare her for bed. Perhaps he would apply a large pump to her pussy, and maybe even loosen up her anus again with one of her toys. Just thinking about it was enough to get his cock hard enough to cut diamonds.

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The rest of the week went very much like this. Daisy's father would visit her in the morning to either deliver his instructions in person, or subject her to some sort of punishment or, on the odd morning, make her cum. During the day, Daisy was to obey his instructions, which were often accompanied by demands for photographic or cinematic evidence, which she delivered via mobile phone. Upon his return home, her father would return to the shed quickly, before his wife was due home, to check on Daisy, and either her restraints and attachments, or apply them. He usually returned just before bedtime, under the pretense of making sure she was obeying him, but Daisy guessed that he wanted one last look at her before going to bed with her mother.

The thought of that secretly delighted her. Daisy loved the idea that it was more than just punishment and correction that compelled her father to return, again and again, to see her. She loved the idea that her mother wasn't enough to satisfy her father. She loved the idea that she herself could please her father, even without giving him sexual gratification. She went to bed every night with a smile on her face, no matter how sore or uncomfortable she felt, knowing that he was thinking about her just as much as she was thinking about him.