The Maing of Daddy's Slut

After his brother Bob left, Brock returned to Nicky in the dungeon. She was lying across the table as he’d left her, the vibrator still humming inside her. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply. He simply smiled.

“Come on, cunt. Let’s get you into the tub,” Brock said as he approached her. Nicky slowly opened her eyes and tried say something, but she was too tired to find the strength. He pulled the vibrator out and carefully untied her arms and legs before helping her stand. It was apparent she would not make it up the stairs on her own, so Brock scooped his little girl into his arms and carried her to the bathroom.

The water was hot and Nicky instantly felt the soothing heat reach her muscles. Her father took a cloth and gently wiped the dry cum he and his brother had left on her face.

“I am so proud of you, cunt. You acted like such a big girl today and followed all my rules. You made your Uncle Bob cum so hard he wants to use you again, and very soon,” Brock told her as he finished her face and moved to wash her back. “You do know that I will whore you out a lot, don’t you baby?”

Nicky moaned. The cloth was so soft on her back. “Yes, Daddy. I know you will.” The thought was most appealing to her. While her body hurt, she felt an unbelievable satisfaction is letting herself go and being just who her father wanted.

Sleep came quickly that night, and thankfully so. When she woke the next morning, it was with excitement to be attending her first day of college. She found it somewhat difficult to concentrate in her classes, as her mind continually wandered to thoughts of her father and all that had transpired since she arrived merely days ago. A sudden yearning to pleasure him caused dampness between her legs. Nicky squeezed her thighs together tightly.

Brock arrived home from work before his daughter. As he changed into something more casual, he smiled at his good fortune. Imagine his own daughter moving all this way to live with him while attending college, just to find out he also gained a built-in subslut. The fact he now totally owned his little girl made the naughtiness all the more appealing.

Just then, Nicky came bounding through the front door. “Daddy, I’m home!” she called to him.

“In my room, cunt,” he replied. He turned to see her enter the room, totally naked already as required. Damn, she was turning out pretty good. “Look at you, baby. What a good girl you are. Lay on my bed and spread your legs.”

Nicky quickly did as asked, eager to play and even more importantly, to be played with. Brock reached into the drawer and grabbed a small paddle. “It’s time for your daily spanking, cunt. I know this may sting a little, but I have explained why this is necessary.”

“I know, Daddy,” she whispered to him. Nicky knew she deserved this and braced herself.

Brock slapped the paddle down on her pussy. He watched as she jumped and did it again. She looked adorable biting her lip, trying not to cry out. His paddles between her legs caused her lips to become puffy and swollen, and his own cock very hard. He continued until he completed twenty smacks. His little girl took them all so well, never once trying to put her legs together. She was going to be a real pain slut with a little work and he couldn’t wait to watch another man do this while she sucked her father’s cock.

“All done, cunt. You handled that very well,” he informed her. “Perhaps you deserve a little reward.”

Nicky could only smile as he lowered his mouth between her legs. She felt his lips kiss her softly, then his tongue snake out and slither up her slit and over her clit. “Oh Daddy, that feels so good,” she murmured. Brock continued, spreading her cunt lips opening and licking it all over. She groaned when he shoved to fingers inside her while sucking her clit into his mouth. He slammed his hand in and out, finger fucking her deep while he sucked and flicked her little nub.

Within minutes, Nicky was thrashing wildly on the bed. Her hips pushed up, forcing her pussy into her father’s face. Her orgasm sent ripples of pleasure surging through her body and only when she begged him to stop, did he.

Brock crawled over top of her and kissed her hard. He wanted her to taste every drop of cum that he had just swallowed. As Nicky sucked on her daddy’s tongue, the doorbell rang, jolting them both back to reality.

“I took the liberty of ordering us Chinese food for dinner. Perhaps you ought to answer the door, cunt.”

Nicky couldn’t help cringing. She was not yet used to this constant display of nudity in front of others, but obeyed her father and headed to the door. The delivery driver was fairly young, probably not much older than herself. Nicky grabbed the bags from him, trying not to make it painfully obvious that her nakedness was most humiliating. The young man just stood there with his jaw open. Brock approached the door with the payment, having taken the time to pull on a pair of shorts.

“Hello there,” he said, passing the delivery driver his money. He couldn’t help noticing the guy’s cock getting hard. “I appreciate you getting this here so quickly,” Brock told him.

“It has most certainly been my pleasure, Sir,” the young fellow responded, his eyes never leaving Nicky’s ample tits.

Brock’s evil mind began to spin. “I have $2.00 here for your tip. If you’d rather Pete, I can make cunt here suck your cock,” he offered, noticing the man’s nametag.

Both Nicky and the driver spun around to look at him. She knew she would be expected to serve men her father knew, but complete strangers??? Meanwhile, Pete was readily agreeing to his customer’s offer and unzipping his pants. His cock was not very big, nor very attractive. It looked like it had been crushed in a waffle iron at one time.

“Go ahead, cunt. Suck him off while I take this food to the kitchen,” Brock ordered. He waited until he saw Nicky kneel then turned to take their dinner to the other room.

Nicky froze. “I can’t, Daddy.”

Brock stopped where he was and slowly turned. “Pardon me?”

“I can’t, Daddy. You don’t even know this guy.” Nicky watched for a reaction, afraid he would yell at her and make her do it anyway.

“That’s fine then,” Brock said, and turned to Pete. “I’m sorry to get your hopes up. It looks like cash is all you’re getting tonight.” With that, Brock pulled $5.00 from his pocket and sent the obviously disappointed delivery driver on his way.

Nicky breathed a sigh of relief and returned to her feet. At least he wasn’t angry with her she thought as she followed her father to the kitchen. Dinner proceeded normally but when they had finished, Brock told her she ought to just go to her room. She knew she had let him down, but thought maybe he had realized that she was right.

Sitting at her desk, Nicky began working on her homework for the day. She was excited about her college classes and dove right in, even doing some things that were not requested of her. Life was good.

No sooner had that thought entered her mind, Nicky heard talking downstairs. She strained to hear better, but could not make much out. Should she go down there? Daddy told her to go to her room, and never really said anything about being allowed to leave. Then again, he never expressed that she was to stay either. Curiosity being what it is, Nicky decided to head out and see who was here.

Part way down the stairs, she was able to make out the voices more clearly. It was that bitch, Irene! Nicky sat down and peered into the living room. There was that fucking tramp on her knees in front of her Daddy, servicing him. Brock had one of her nipples in each hand and was pulling them so hard, Irene was screaming on his cock. Nicky couldn’t stand watching this any longer. She marched downstairs and right into the room.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” she yelled at her father.

Brock turned to see his daughter there, still naked and with her little fists on her hips. “I am going to strongly suggest you don’t use that tone with me again.” He watched as her chest heaved from anger. Irene had not missed a beat and continued sucking his cock into her throat. “Sit down on the sofa and do not utter one more word, do I make myself clear Nicole?”

She stomped to the couch and sat down. Daddy called me by real name, she realized. He didn’t call her cunt, and not even Nicky. And to add salt to the wound, she was being made to sit here and watch that whore do what she should be doing for her father.

Tears welled up in Nicky eyes as she listened and observed. “Good little cunt”, “Sweet cocksucker”, “You make me cum like nobody can”. Hearing her father say these things to Irene while he fucked the woman’s mouth only served to anger her further. Nicky watched as Brock thrust one final time into Irene’s throat and held himself there while he unloaded his cum into her belly.

Brock never even looked at Nicky. “Go to bed now, Nicole,” was all he said.

Jumping to her feet, Nicky stormed up the stairs as her tears fell. She cried herself to sleep while listening to the sounds of her Daddy using someone else.

The morning saw Brock up early and preparing for work. Nicky sauntered into the kitchen and poured herself some coffee just as he was finishing. The silence between the two made for a most uncomfortable atmosphere. He reached for his briefcase and then finally turned to her.

“Do you want to be my subslut or not?” he questioned.

“Yes, Daddy,” she answered, not looking at him for fear of crying again.

“Then you need to remember the rules. What I say goes. How can you possibly be a good slut for me when you don’t do as you are told? Irene knows that. Shed denies me nothing. I will not settle for less.” Brock bent and kissed Nicky’s forehead. “You will be tested again. You will not fail again, understood?”

Nicky finally exhaled. She would get another chance and she would not blow it this time. “Yes. Thank you Daddy.”

Brock headed for the door. “Have a good day, cunt,” he offered as he left for work.

Just as Nicky was coming back into the house from college, the phone started ringing. She raced through the living room to catch it. “Hello?”

“Hello cunt,” Brock said. “Get a pen and paper. I want you to go to The Broadview Plaza and make your way to room 912. You are to wear only some heels and your long summer jacket. You will arrive with the gold clamps on your nipples in exactly 30 minutes. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be there,” Nicky replied as she furiously scribbled notes. She immediately ran to do as instructed, happy to be getting a second chance.

She arrived at the room as instructed. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door and waited. Brock opened it but before allowing her into the room, he ordered her to open her coat so he might make sure she did as she was told.

“Good girl. Come in cunt,” he said as he pulled her by the chain hanging between her clamped nipples only to leave her standing in the middle of the room.

“Cunt, this is John. I met him in the lounge downstairs. I have been telling him what a complete slut my daughter is, and how she deserves to be used and used hard.”

Nicky looked over to the man standing in front of the window. He was somewhat short, with dark hair that was meticulously styled. He looked to be well built and fairly trim. She had to admit, this was a lot better than that delivery guy.

Brock walked behind his little girl and removed her coat. After tossing it aside, he grabbed Nicky’s arms and held them behind her back. She struggled, but only for a second.

John approached her slowly. “Look in my eyes,” he ordered. As soon as Nicky lifted her head, he pulled off the clamps. Nicky writhed in pain while the blood returned to her nipples. Brock let out a little laugh and pulled her arms tighter.

“Your daughter has beautiful tits, just like you told me,” John said as he rubbed Nicky’s breasts. Without warning, he grabbed her right tit and sharply slapped the tender nipple.

Nicky gasped and tried to pull away, but Brock held her tightly. Leaning forward, he whispered in her ear, “You know you deserve this for being such a bitch yesterday. I’m sorry cunt, but you need to learn, and you need to prove yourself.”

John grabbed Nicky’s hair and hauled her to the bed. He laid her across it, her head hanging over the side. Nicky took a moment to steal a glance at her father, who at seated himself on a chair in the corner. “Don’t let me down this time, babygirl,” Brock told her.

Turning her head back, she looked up to see John had slipped out of his pants and had his cock dangling above her face. It was a good size and very hard. Nicky was determined to make her father proud of her this time, despite the overwhelming fear inside her. Opening her mouth and tilting her head back, she accepted John’s cock as he slid it between her lips.

John looked down at the young college co-ed as he pushed his cock in and out of her mouth. He’d never used a slut while the father watched, but he was always game for something new. He closed his eyes as he felt her mouth suck him, her tongue expertly caressing his shaft. Reaching for her nipples, John pulled up to stretch them, marvelling at how well she kept working on his cock while he hurt her. He pushed in further, knowing he had a direct line down her throat this way. Somehow, she managed to open herself up and take most of him in, despite a bit of gagging and choking. John looked over at Brock and smiled. “Is your daughter’s cunt as good as her mouth?” he inquired.

Brock took a long sip of his drink. “It’s hot, tight and I suspect by now, very wet. Help yourself to it,” he said. His cock was growing harder by the second. There could be nothing sweeter than watching your own little girl get used after you whored her out. He knew she needed this if she was truly going to be his submissive, aside from his own selfish reasons of enjoying the show.

John pulled from Nicky’s mouth and ordered her to her hands and knees. Nicky quickly complied, although she was feeling somewhat sick at the thought of being fucked by this stranger. Regardless, her pussy was dripping wet, something that made her feel ashamed. John rubbed his cock between her legs and grinned. “You are one eager little slut, aren’t you cunt?”

He wasted no time pulling on a condom and slamming his dick inside her young pussy. “Oh yes you little whore. You feel so fucking hot,” he growled.

Brock beamed. He loved hearing other men talk about his slut like that. He knew he had a lot to be proud of in Nicky, and she was more than making up for her transgressions the day before. Brock watched, mesmerized as John slammed hard into Nicky. She in turn, was pushing back onto him. Her tits were swinging back and forth, bouncing in time with the fucking she was getting.

John began slapping her ass, first one side, then the other. “You hot little fuck, you love being smacked while you get used, don’t you?”

Nicky managed to grunt a “Yes Sir” in between the poundings. She whimpered as his hands continued assaulting her ass. No longer did she care that she was in a hotel being used by a stranger whom neither she nor her father had met before today. All she cared about was the orgasm building inside her.

“That’s it baby. Going to make your ass nice and red. You naughty little fucktoy,” John sputtered. He reached down, grabbed Nicky’s hair and pulled her head up. “Look at your daddy while you cum!” he demanded.

Nicky opened her eyes and looked at her father. Brock gave her a small grin and nodded his head. That was all she needed. Her pussy suddenly exploded, oozing cunt juice all over the cock inside her.

The spasms of the hole his dick was buried in were enough to make John cum right after. “Fuck yes you little slut! I’m cumming,” he groaned.

As soon as he was done blowing his load, John pulled out and pushed the panting Nicky to the bed. He didn’t say anything as he grabbed his clothes and headed for the bathroom. Brock sat still in his chair, looking at his daughter laying there all sweaty and sticky. Her cunt was still glistening from her cum.

When John returned from the washroom, Brock stood up to let him out. “Back on your knees, cunt,” he ordered as he walked to the door. He and John shook hands and exchanged some pleasantries and John left without saying a word to Nicky.

Brock unzipped his pants as he walked back to the bed and behind Nicky. “You did very good, cunt. He really enjoyed himself.” He bent over to get a better look at her well-used fuckhole. Sticking two fingers inside, he pulled some of her juices out and rubbed it over her scarlet ass cheeks. “That feel good, slut?” he asked her.

Nicky moaned. It did feel nice and soothing. She smiled as he daddy caressed her stinging skin.

“You pussy looks as little too stretched out right now. I don’t think it will satisfy my cock properly. Perhaps it’s time we broke in your other hole.” And with that, Brock began to push his cock inside Nicky’s tight ass…..