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You fucking pervert.

I'm a model.

It's an exhilarating job.

It comes with its perks.

I get to express myself.

But I won't lie.

It's quite demanding.

You have to be on your toes.

But I'm used to that.

Growing up on a farm gave me a thick skin.

Hardened me.

Prepared me for the concrete jungle.

But I had help along the way.

In steps, daddy.

We have a unique relationship.

The kind you wouldn't imagine.

I look him in the eyes and I know that he loves me.

He'll do anything for me.

And I'll do anything for him.

Just kiss me.

Life was different before I made a name for myself.

There's that journey song about a small town girl.

Yeah, that was me.

Fields and beautiful sunsets.

That was my city life.

And I liked it.

Growing up there taught me the value of hard work.

That you had to get yourself dirty to find results.

And I loved getting myself dirty.

It made me feel like a true American girl.

Kicking my feet up after a long day's work was the best.

And I had daddy to come home to.

He's my hero.

He taught me everything there is to know about life.

And I mean everything.

You're probably thinking,

wait a minute.

And I don't blame you.

Our relationship wasn't always like this.

In fact, it started much later in life.

Picture this.

I'm 18, fresh out of high school.

Admittedly a little scared.

I didn't know what the hell I wanted to do.

College sounded like a myth to me.

This otherworldly creature.

I had hobbies.

But hobbies only get you so far.

Daddy always taught me that you needed results.

He also always said I had the right assets.

It's funny.

In retrospect, I now understand his double meaning.

I'm certainly not blind to the fact that I'm gifted.

And neither is he.

And that's where things begin,

really.

This mutual understanding between the two of us.

A surprise event.

Confusion.

Indescribable naughtiness.

And my favorite pair of sneakers.

But hey, what can I say?

I'm an American girl.

I think of how daddy used to play peek-a-boo with me.

And how in a twisted way this would come back to unite us.

Mom wasn't around anymore.

So I understood his frustration.

People get lonely.

Especially widows.

I told him he should find someone else,

but he shrugged it off.

He was writing me more notes by then.

I think it reminded him of mom.

She used to do the same.

A lot of things were different back then.

We'd no choice but to press on.

Talk it through.

We found solace in hunting together.

I'd always wear the same pair of converse shoes.

Daddy flipped me shit about it all the time.

Said they weren't practical for hunting.

We had this game we played.

My shoes would suddenly go into hiding.

Guess who the culprit was?

I don't know if there was forethought.

If subconsciously his mind made him do this.

He should have known I would go hunting for the shoes.

But this time, I found more than what I was looking for.

I saw daddy playing with his dick.

His hung veiny dick.

I found myself staring.

I don't know why, but he looked so good.

I should have been appalled,

but I wasn't.

My trance broke with his startled look.

We locked eyes.

Shit, Ellie.

And then I was gone.

You can imagine the torrent of emotions in me.

Not only had I seen my daddy at his dirtiest,

but I liked it.

We talked as though it never happened.

Awkwardness here and there.

But my dreams didn't forget the past.

Daddy's giant dick.

It haunted me that someone so fucking hung lived in the same house.

That I could suck him.

Truly be his good little girl.

I know it's wrong.

It's wrong that I was so turned on.

I fingered my pussy.

The thought of daddy behind me.

Pumping his princess.

Punishing me for being a bad girl.

Making me sweaty and naughty.

I always knew he was a handsome man.

Perhaps my proclivity for older men came from him.

His wisdom.

His guidance.

Desire came blossoming out of me like a flower.

I had to water it.

I needed it to grow.

You might be asking how I'm so sure about all this.

He thought I didn't know what he was looking at when I caught him.

But I saw the picture.

Peek-a-boo, daddy.

Everything was falling in place.

But it required planning.

Perhaps a little manipulation on my part.

And good old Jack Daniels.

I was getting tired of living in my dream.

Playing with my pussy.

Imagining what that giant dick could do to me.

What those strong hands would feel like.

Daddy could be rough with me if he wanted.

I certainly wanted him to.

One evening it was all too much.

I was so horny.

My fingers wouldn't be enough.

I knew he wanted me.

And I wanted him.

I just needed to give him a little push.

But god damn if I wasn't nervous.

A celebratory drink was an order.

For both of us.

My dad was actually the first person I drank with.

He figured it was safer trying it with him than some handsy country boys.

I know.

Deliciously ironic.

So one shot became two.

And two became three.

I finally mustered up enough courage to do it.

I excused myself.

My heart was thumping against my chest.

But everything was in motion.

I couldn't stop my finger from sending the text.

I left my daddy a present.

A little something that would make my intentions clear.

And I must admit.

I did it in a very clever way.

You think it was all sweet and sensitive,

don't you?

That's where you're wrong.

Playtime was dirty.

I've got the pictures and videos to prove it.

How naughty I was.

But fuck the snapshots.

Let me show you how it really went down.

Falling his jeans down was so sexy.

He was hard as a rock for me.

It smelled musky and sour.

And then he said it.

Go on, baby girl.

I always listened to my daddy.

And this moment wasn't an exception.

I stayed on my knees like a good girl.

My head was foggy.

I was making daddy feel so good.

That's it, baby girl.

Get daddy.

Look at me.

I wanted to be daddy's princess.

Shit, sweetie.

His trailer trash whore.

I was gonna make him proud.

Shit.

Fuck.

Good girl.

My little pussy was so wet.

I was making papamone.

Oh, baby.

Shit, they used those hands,

baby girl.

God, I felt so naughty pumping daddy.

His big horse dick.

Now it smelled like whiskey and slobber.

Go put your shoes on,

sweetie.

Being ordered around by daddy was so hot.

I did just as I was told.

I put my shoes on.

And swallowed his dick.

I felt like such a dirty daughter.

I'm so proud of you, sweetheart.

You want daddy to fuck that mouth,

don't you?

My pussy quivered.

Because I did.

I wanted daddy to turn my mouth into his toy.

I raised my ass for him.

And he fucked my mouth.

It felt so sexy seeing him take control.

Oh, shit, baby girl.

Swallow.

Do it for daddy.

You've been such a naughty girl.

You need to be punished.

And daddy did.

He punished my little pussy.

He taught me to be a good girl.

He didn't even ask him to put on a condom.

He was so fucking huge.

Fuck daddy.

Shit, baby, you're so tight.

Punish me, daddy.

Punish your little girl.

I needed more of papa.

His dick just felt too fucking good.

I was his little fuck bunny.

Rubbing my colette.

Legs spread wide.

Daddy was hitting the right spot.

He made me come.

Fuck.

Oh, papa.

Shit.

Don't stop.

Shit, daddy.

God.

Fuck, where do you want it,

sweetie?

He already did it once to me.

Made me come.

It was his turn.

And I knew exactly where I wanted it.

I couldn't believe how naughty this was.

I was worshiping daddy's nuts.

Shit.

I came from this big beautiful dick.

These musky balls.

I wanted what's inside all over my face.

Oh, my God.

And daddy wanted to give it to me.

Oh, Ellie.

Daddy loves you so much.

Oh, shit.

Do it, daddy.

Make me messy.

Oh, fuck.

Sweetie, I'm gonna come.

Daddy made me messy.

All over my face.

It felt so sexy being sprayed with all that hot cum.

Knowing I gave him so much pleasure.

I made him do it again.

In the living room.

I wanted to show him how dirty of a daughter I was.

He still managed to bust all over my face.

I knew I had a gifted father.

A father I could play with whenever I wanted.

A father who could unload his troubles.

All over my face.

A father who truly loved his naughty daughter.

I could tell you about the awkwardness.

The doubts.

The regret.

But...

I'd be fucking lying.

Something was unleashed between the two of us.

Hot and steamy.

I could have daddy whenever I wanted.

And I wanted that big dick all the time.

Oh god damn.

That's it baby.

Alright daddy.

I loved riding Papa.

Oh fuck baby girl.

It was a game to me.

Dirty girl.

To see if I could make him moan.

And I always won that game.

Oh

fuck.

He had a hard time handling my 18 year old pussy.

The way it clenched him.

Oh shit.

Though I will say that fat cock always had a way of making me moan too.

Shit.

Shit I'm gonna cum.

Daddy used to bounce me on his knee.

Now I bounce on his big dick.

But hey, I'm a good daughter.

Oh.

Sweetie.

Be daddy's little princess.

Oh fuck daddy.

Oh shit.

Go on, cum baby.

I loved when he held me by the hips.

Like he was showing me.

It's okay.

It's okay that I'm bouncing on him.

Bouncing on papa.

Bouncing until I came all over his big dick.

Oh god.

The payoff was always worth it.

A face full of daddy's hot cum.

He knew how to paint his little girl so well.

It was sexy, but I wanted more.

I wanted him to bust in my pussy.

Daddy and I began to date.

It was thrilling.

Passionate.

Spontaneous and naughty.

I'd lay naked from the night before as we planned our date.

It was like we held a dirty secret that the world didn't know.

A secret that was so taboo.

It made my toes curl in anticipation.

I'd send daddy naughty things to get him riled up.

To get his big dick hard and ready for after our date.

I'd sometimes dress skimpy to tease him.

I loved making his head turn.

Knowing he was eye fucking me.

It got me so wet.

It made me cum so easily when he'd pound my little pussy.

I'd lay back and hope he'd spray that hot sticky load in me.

But daddy's always been practical.

He wanted to be careful.

Even with me being on the pill.

I knew he saw it in my eyes.

That gripping need.

That I wanted to feel like he was truly breeding me.

I'd kick my feet up and watch him work so hard.

Hoping this would be the day.

The day daddy unloaded himself in his horny girl.

Deep in her pussy.

I'd squeeze tight for him.

Like that.

Milk that big dick.

I'd get him in closer.

Run my hands up and down his muscles.

Oh baby girl.

I wanted papa's cum so bad.

Daddy loves you.

We'd lock eyes.

I knew he was on the edge.

Oh god.

He just needed another push.

Another tight squeeze.

Fuck.

He kissed me like I was his girlfriend.

It was so sexy and wrong.

I was gonna bust in my pussy.

It didn't matter if someone was at the door.

Shit.

Quiet baby.

I came with his hand over my mouth.

Good bitch.

My squeeze was just what he needed.

Daddy gave me what I wanted.

A nice hot sticky load.

Right in his princess's hungry little pussy.

It was like a drug.

My new addiction.

To be bred by papa.

Playing dirty games was the best.

Daddy really knew how to be naughty.

It was a sight to him I didn't realize existed.

One that I came to find intoxicating.

He loved my pussy.

But curiosity took hold.

I don't blame him.

I have such a nice, tight little asshole.

And daddy wanted to try and squeeze in it.

He was so hung, I needed to prepare myself.

And he watched every second of it.

Oh, there you go, baby.

This is how good girls do it.

Get nice and loose for daddy.

It was dirty watching him stroke his fat dick.

Ah damn, baby girl.

You're doing so good.

Pull it out.

Show daddy.

Good girl.

It made my toes curl,

pulling the anal beads out for him.

I was loose and ready.

Ready for papa?

Ready to make him proud again.

He took me by the ass and pounded steadily.

Slowly.

I have such a considerate daddy.

I kept my ass raised and watched him thrust.

His fat nuts teased my pussy.

They held the cum that made me.

Cum that he was gonna unload in my little ass.

I loved playing this game with papa.

Hearing him struggle with how tight I was.

Oh, oh, shit.

It felt so good he made me squirt.

Come, sweetie.

There you go.

I'd never squirted before.

But daddy knew how to make me.

He knew his daughter so well.

How to hit the right spot in my ass.

He made me squeal.

He made me his little anal slut.

I loved giving daddy what he wanted.

Especially if it made me cum.

Oh, squeeze it.

I squeezed any time he demanded.

Good girl.

A part of me couldn't believe I was allowing this.

I was giving my ass to him.

So papa, my flesh and blood.

And he was so fucking hard when we played.

It dawned on me that he was teaching me.

Teaching me what good daughters do for their daddies.

They take control if told to.

Oh, shit.

I'd play the bouncing game with daddy.

I'd make him nut all over my ass.

Oh, fuck.

God damn, baby girl.

These dirty games we'd play would give me more insight.

I had suspicions that were proven right.

Daddy had peculiarities.

He thought my feet were pretty.

I had a feeling he was especially kinky when he told me to wear my shoes.

And when he told me to take them off.

He was so dirty and sexy.

Watching papa pant like an animal.

All over my toes and soles.

I'd stroke his big dick with my feet.

There was something exotic about it.

Being dexterous with my toes.

Demonstrating I could be as kinky as he wanted me to be.

And I didn't disappoint.

That's it, baby.

Keep stroking.

Dirty fucking pervert.

Oh, shit, you're hard.

It was a game I came to enjoy.

Rubbing lotion on my feet.

And rubbing papa's big juicy dick.

I got really good at being flexible for him.

He'd bust all over my face with my feet around his dick.

I felt like his dirty little cheerleader.

And I kept seeking that feeling.

The dirtiness.

The filth.

His dick would slap my face.

And I'd get right to work.

I'd prop my dirty feet up so he could see them.

And sock like a good girl.

I love my daddy.

I wanted to show him.

Good job, sweetie.

And what better way of showing him than giving him my tight pussy?

Oh, fuck.

Oh, daddy loves you.

It made me squeeze harder when he said that.

God.

All right it.

Get daddy.

I listen to daddy's command every time.

I rode his big horse stick.

And he also rode me.

His hands felt so large,

squeezing my ass.

And when he nutted in my little pussy,

it was everything a daughter could ask for.

Hot and sticky.

It made me love daddy even more.

I'd sneak in his room in the middle of the night,

prop my feet up, and make him nut all over my face.

I was always so fucking wet for him.

Oh, god.

And he knew it.

He knew I wanted to be his obedient slut.

So daddy really started taking control.

Being the big musky alpha of the house.

He taught me naughty lessons.

How to give myself up completely to him.

If I wanted to drive the pickup,

I had to earn it.

Daddy would stand behind me.

I'd lift my leg, and he'd fuck me on the counter.

He'd make my tiny pussy his property.

Oh, there you go, bitch.

Work for it.

Squeeze.

I squeezed hard for him.

Little fucking slut.

I milked papa.

Here comes daddy.

Good

bitch.

I was truly his fuck toy.

He'd control my head,

and guide his huge fucking cock across it.

Sometimes he wouldn't wash it.

It would smell musky and sour.

But I still sucked it.

I worshipped daddy just like he wanted.

He taught me to rub my pussy while I deep-throated him.

It felt so fucking good.

Swabbing my throat with his smelly dick.

He just stood there, and I bobbed my head.

Play with my dirty pussy.

I'd finger myself so fast while he fucked my mouth.

I could smell his pubes.

He told me to sniff them.

Sniff, bitch.

And I did.

I'd suck his cock with my hands tied together.

Fuck.

Sometimes it would dawn on me.

Get it back in there.

I was milking papa's dick with my mouth.

My daddy.

Daddy.

Yeah, we shouldn't be doing this.

But my mouth just kept sucking.

I'd work that dick till he gave me a fat,

salty reward.

And then I'd lick-lean every drop from my face.

That became our game.

One upping what we did before.

Fucking in a public bathroom.

Role-playing.

Being a good girl for daddy.

Daddy.

What I didn't know was that the rules of these games would change.

Our family ties would go deep.

Very deep.

A cousin.

A sexy uncle.

A friend or two.

You might be thinking this would have caused jealousy.

Not at all.

There's plenty of daddy to share.