“Daddy… I kinda need to talk to you about something.”
Daniel looked up from his phone at his daughter, Rachel. Her small, impish face didn’t have the slight smirk he was used to seeing, so he knew whatever it was, it needed his full attention. He put his phone on the table and gave her a small smile.
“What’s up, Rae? You know you can talk to me about anything.”
That… was an understatement.
Rachel’s mother had walked out on them when she was little, citing a bunch of different reasons she wasn’t happy with their relationship — needing more variety, feeling trapped, various kinds of inadequacies in and out of the bedroom, the list went on. Ultimately, nothing Daniel tried helped, and he was left to raise a little girl on his own, so the idea of “awkward to talk to Dad” was kind of ludicrous.
He was the one who had to walk her through puberty, and how to deal with her monthlies.
He listened to her issues with friends, enemies, partners, sexual identity, planning for the future and living in the moment.
He’d held her when she cried, stayed calm when she needed to scream out her feelings, soothed her when she was sick, kept her safe and sane in times when that was all but impossible.
Point is — they very rarely had secrets from each other, and her clear reluctance to put whatever this was into words told him that he should be ready for a bombshell.
She sighed in frustration, then steeled herself, clearly deciding to just dive into things and hope for the best.
“Ok, do you remember a few months ago, when I kinda walked in on you masturbating in the office?”
Daniel winced and sucked in a sharp breath through his clenched teeth. Whatever he was expecting, it wasn’t THAT.
His situation with his ex-wife had ultimately been rooted in two major factors — the size of his dick (average, but nothing too impressive), and the size of his kink.
He’d loved her, treated her like she was all that mattered to him.
She wanted to be used. To be a plaything, a toy for pleasure and not an equal partner.
In the end, his efforts to give her what she wanted made things worse, but they also unlocked some…rather deep kinks of his own.
Women getting used like meat, yes, but not by him.
He started to love violent, kinky porn, but as the observer, watching eager sluts used by “better” men.
In fact, had they been able to talk about this before things went sideways, they might have been able to open up their marriage to a more dominant man, but perhaps not.
He’d never know now.
But unfortunately, that meant when Rachel had come home unexpectedly, and caught Daniel furiously jacking off, the smut playing on his computer was VERY graphic and dark.
“Let me say again, Rachel, I am SO sorry that you-“
She cut him off with a wave of her hand.
“Let me finish, Dad. I’m not upset… but I was curious, so the next day, when you were at work… I started looking at your browser history.”
He drew in a breath to say something, but once again stopped at her gesture.
“You clearly tried to delete it, but you know us ‘kids’, we always know the tricks you old farts don’t! Anyway… long story short… I LIKED what I saw. I liked the idea of being so submissive, of men roughly taking what they wanted, that sort of thing. I know this isn’t exactly something I should be talking about with you, but it’s led to a…situation.”
Daniel sat upright, his mind racing with worry. If anyone had hurt his little girl…
“It’s not what you think. I’ve been being super careful, but that’s part of the problem. I’ve been talking with guys online, trying to find someone safe and sane to try this with… but you can only go so far trying to make sure nothing bad will happen. You taught me to look out for myself, and that’s what’s happening.”
She took a deep, calming breath, clearly trying to get to the “hard part”.
“Ok… so… I have a date set up tomorrow to try to experience it, but I’m worried about going to a stranger’s house to do things like this without some kind of…backup? I know this will be super awkward, and it’s kind of a horrible gemlik escort thing to put on your shoulders, but I was hoping you’d be willing to pose as my boyfriend, and be in the next room like I’m “cucking” you, that way I have someone close by to keep things from going horribly wrong?”
Well, here we are. Get it together, man. She’s exploring her kinks, and she’s doing it calmly and safely. You’re just here to make sure she stays safe. That’s your most important job. Even if it means being in the next room while-
Daniel cut that thought off, just like every time it had come up since last night. Initially, he’d flat out refused, but the discussion had continued — suggesting putting things off until she was more sure of the guy, getting one of her friends to be her safety net, anything but the idea she’d proposed.
But Rachel was a force of nature — determined, strong-willed, and stubborn. She’d worn down his resistance, ultimately convincing him, by reminding him that she was, at least legally speaking, a grown woman, and she was doing what she felt she had to do to explore this safely, and no one could guarantee that better than her father could.
A dark, nagging whisper in the back of his mind also told him that if he’d supported her mother’s kinks, maybe things would have turned out differently…
He glanced over at the passenger seat as he parked the car at the unfamiliar apartment complex across town. He barely recognized his daughter, her soft brown hair bound back in a tight ponytail, her lipstick darker and richer than usual, the tight shirt drawing attention to the generous cleavage she got from her mother…
What is WRONG with me? She’s my daughter… even if she wants her “date” to see her as a…NO, Dan. Stop.
As if she could somehow sense the gaze on her, and felt the thoughts behind it, Rachel shyly smiled back.
“How do I look, Daddy? Or should I call you baby?”
He struggled to keep from reacting to THAT statement.
“You look lovely, sweetheart. You remember your safeword, right? If I hear you say-“
“Pineapple, yes, I remember. And only if you hear it and he doesn’t stop. Otherwise, I want to experience the whole thing, no matter what happens. Ok?”
He sighed deeply, and removed the key from the ignition.
“Guess we’re doing this then…”
Things got complicated as soon as the door opened. The man who stood in the doorway had a good 6 inches and hundred pounds on Daniel, and none of it looked to be anything but pure muscle. Daniel began to question what he’d be able to do if things got out of hand.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the massive bull of a man (who Daniel learned went by “Mitch”) waved them into the apartment, giving Rachel a loud, violent SMACK on the ass to encourage her to make her way into his lair, leering at Daniel as if daring him to say anything.
That’s when the next unexpected issue arose — a complete lack of interior walls.
It was a studio apartment.
There wasn’t even an isolated bathroom, apparently it was a shared one down the hall (he remembered passing it, but didn’t register what it might mean).
There was no “other room” for him to wait in… if this was going to happen, he was going to be in the room while this beast of a man used his little girl like a cheap whore.
He briefly met her gaze, expecting her to put on the brakes, but instead, he saw a pleading look in her eyes, begging him not to pull the plug.
He gulped audibly, ironically the exact thing he would have done if he WAS her cuckold boyfriend, making Mitch snort derisively.
“What, you thought you were gonna hide while we had our fun, cuck? Nah, there’s no fun in that. You gotta SEE what a slut she is for a real man, what you can’t give her. If you got to run away, you’d keep thinking she’s your girl, instead of my bitch.”
He pointed authoritatively to the chair less than two feet from the bed.
“You get ringside seating, limp-dick.”
Trying desperately to form thoughts, much less words, he numbly lowered himself into the seat. In some corner of his mind, he even altıparmak escort noted that the chair was both ugly and uncomfortable, as if it was deliberately chosen to represent the beta male it was meant for.
Mitch laughed, seeing that Daniel was raising no objection, and reached one huge hand out, wrapping it around Rachel’s throat, pulling her in (and up) for an aggressive, primal kiss. When he let her down to catch her breath, Daniel saw angry red marks around her pale neck, signs of how tightly his fingers had gripped.
On the verge of putting a stop to this, something caught his attention and froze the thought before it could become action.
He could SMELL her.
The scent of his daughter’s arousal.
That even that brief exchange turned her on, and flooded his nostrils with her need.
A smell he’d almost forgotten after his wife left…
“That’s enough foreplay, whore. Unzip me, show him how desperate you are for a REAL dick.”
As if hypnotized, her hands were moving before Mitch even finished speaking. Deliberately, almost desperately working to fish this stranger’s cock out and please him. There wasn’t any underwear in the way, and her prize was revealed almost instantly.
And “prize” was an understatement. Daniel’s eyes went wide as he saw the enormous dick Rachel was expected to pleasure. Well over eight inches, and probably half again as thick as his own.
And it was still SOFT, no sign that he was even slightly aroused by what had happened so far.
Daniel was surprised to find that it wasn’t true of his own — despite the fact that this was his own daughter, his little girl, he couldn’t deny that things were getting uncomfortably tight in his pants.
Mitch looked back and forth at both of his “guests”, staring almost drunkenly at his massive cock. His next move shocked them both out of their stupor.
“Time for your first job, cuck. Open wide, get me hard for your bitch to enjoy.”
Stunned, Daniel looked at his daughter, and saw her jaw drop in surprise, not expecting Mitch to involve him at all. Unfortunately, his own expression mirrored Rachel’s, and that was all the invitation the dominant man needed.
Before he could begin to voice an objection, Mitch lifted his soft member, and shoved the tip into the older man’s open mouth.
“Suck it, bitch boy. You’re as much of a worthless slut as she is, and I ain’t wasting lube on her, so you better get us both nice and wet.”
Daniel’s eyes went wide as the first taste of precum hit his tongue, and the huge dick snaked further between his lips. Acting on reflex, he swallowed the salty liquid, unintentionally sending a ripple of motion across the invading member. As he felt it start to stiffen, Daniel had no choice but to keep gulping, as saliva and precum kept pooling in his mouth. He couldn’t even see Rachel any more, just the man who was using his mouth as a cocksleeve, but he felt movement approaching behind him.
“Help your useless fag of a boyfriend. He ain’t even got halfway, and I’m not the patient type.”
Daniel, practically drunk on the dominant man using him, didn’t understand what he meant… until he felt a petite, manicured hand on the back of his head, slowly gripping his hair, and felt her start to push.
Inhaling in shock, he suddenly realized his lips were rapidly approaching the base of Mitch’s shaft. As they were forced deep against his pelvis, he desperately tried to alternate between swallowing and relaxing enough to draw small amounts of air into his lungs. But strangely, things actually got more difficult as he continued, until, in a panic, Daniel realized why.
Mitch had gone balls deep while he was still mostly soft.
He was getting hard while he was buried in Daniel’s virgin throat, stretching him from the inside out.
Daniel started to squirm and panic, unsure where or when his next breath would come from, but the hand on head held firm, not letting him pull back from the invading cock.
Just before he thought he would pass out, the pressure released, and yanked him free, making him gasp for air in desperation. osmangazi escort He barely registered the hard dick slapping him across the face, or the demeaning words that followed.
“Pathetic. But even though you had help, I guess you got the job done. Time to use the bitch.”
Daniel nodded dimly, still having difficulty focusing on anything but getting air, and the feeling like the inside of his throat was bruised and broken. A sound brought him back to the moment, followed by another.
The first was the sound of ripping fabric, and Mitch tore the slutty clothes off of Rachel, tossing shredded remains of her outfit across the room.
The second was the primal moans and whimpers she made as her body surrendered to him, especially when her tiny thong pulled into her clearly soaked pussy before being torn to pieces.
He was fully aware, watching the violence inflicted on his little girl, and her clear enjoyment of it. But even with his attention, it was as if he was a passenger in his own body — able to see everything, but totally unable to take action.
He watched as a fragment of her torn thong hit him in the face, then fell into his lap.
He heard the perverse squelching noises as Mitch’s thick fingers probed into her eager hole.
He saw her get thrown on the bed, and the angry looking penis, still soaked with Daniel’s spit, lined up with her pussy.
At some level, he realized that, despite what was promised, there was no condom between the two sex crazed partners.
And, even more deeply… he realized that no safeword had been uttered.
She wanted this.
She needed this.
And he was too much of a cuckold to stop this stranger from breeding his daughter.
This wasn’t a role any more, a fiction to protect his little girl.
His wife had known what he was, and left him for real men.
His daughter knew what he was, and loved him enough to let him be the beta male he’d always denied being.
All of this ran through his sex-fogged brain as he watched every inch of Mitch’s cock sank into Rachel’s body, heard her moan in ecstasy, smelled their sweat and juices mix into the timeless, primal scent of a man claiming a willing woman.
“Who owns this cunt?” Mitch demanded as a hand wrapped around her throat again.
“You do, Sir! My cunt is your cumdump now, all of my holes belong to you, I’m your slut now…” Rachel’s words were nearly unintelligible as she agreed to anything, EVERYTHING, to keep chasing the sexual high she’d found pinned to this stranger’s bed. Judging by her moans and squeals, she was crashing from one orgasm to the next, unable to tell where one ended and the next began.
But it was clear that Mitch only cared about one orgasm — his own.
And by accident or design, he’d placed himself in the perfect position for Daniel to have “ringside seating”, as he’d taunted earlier.
Daniel could see his balls tighten, hear his animalistic grunts, watch as each pulse of potent cum shot into his daughter’s unprotected pussy.
And he could feel the same happening in his own pants, as he somehow came without ever touching himself, just from watching the girl he loved more than anything get bred like a worthless slut.
Daniel reeled in his own mind, somehow unable to process and hyper aware of everything at the same time, as Mitch rolled over, and looked Daniel in the eye.
“Bitch! Get over here and clean us both up. Your whore is leaking all over my bed.”
Somehow, this shocked Daniel even more than anything that had happened so far this evening. Rachel was his DAUGHTER. Surely he couldn’t make himself lick her cum filled pussy clean.
…Surely she wouldn’t let him?
…Wouldn’t want him to?
His eyes slowly slid over to meet hers, as both searched the other for some sign, some sense that the other would use the safeword.
The moment stretched on…as both expected to find rejection, and realized what they both wanted…craved… needed.
Without a word, Daniel rose from his cuck chair, and slowly lowered himself between Rachel’s legs, and began to lick up the load they’d both coaxed out of the bull, first gently, then with more vigor as they both lost themselves in the perverted nature of what they were doing.
And wherever their travels took them, two things held true.
Neither would deny what they truly were, a cuckold and a slut.
And that the word “pineapple” would forever be forgotten.