Daddy Thoughts: The Visit

She'd known exactly what she was doing when she posted those videos to her fan site. Just like she'd known what she was doing when she set up her own page on that site.

And when he turned up at her door at 3 am, she knew it had finally worked.

She'd been posting for months, clip after clip of her dressed up in the sluttiest things imaginable and fucking herself with her fingers and her toys, knowing how all those men would be watching, but secretly hoping that he was watching her, too.

She'd seen the search history on the computer in his office at home. She knew how he would go on sites like that late at night, looking for pretty girls to jerk off to. Girls just like her.

Put enough videos up on there and he had to come across them eventually.

From the look on his face when she stumbled half asleep to the door and opened it, she knew that he had.

She'd never seen him look so angry. Not even when he kicked her out of the house a month or two after she'd graduated from high school. She'd always been a troublemaker, but she'd finally taken it too far, fucking the old guy next door. He was horrified. And furious.

They'd been rebuilding bridges since then, though. It was important to both of them. They were family, after all. Daddy and daughter.

That's what the latest videos had been about. They'd been about him. How she'd always wanted him to fuck her. Long confessional clips about her filthiest, kinkiest thoughts about her own father. Playing with her pussy and making herself come while she talked about him showing up at the apartment she'd rented when Mom made him kick her out, storming in and overpowering her, tying her down, taking her in her own bed.

It was her deepest, darkest fantasy, the thing she always thought about when she needed to make herself come. And she'd already made yet another confession video about it that was sitting on her computer right now, waiting to be posted for all the world to see.

But especially her dad.

She'd been pretty sure he'd subscribed to her page already. The site was pretty good about privacy, but if you knew what to look for, you could piece a few things together. Enough to know that one of her fans was from the same town, was always online late at night after Mom had gone to bed, and used a credit card number with the same last four digits as her dad's.

Oh, he'd been watching alright. And him showing up at her door in the middle of the night was just further proof of that.

As soon as she'd opened the door a crack and saw him on the front mat, he'd gotten his palm against it and pushed it all the way open, forcing his way inside and then slamming it shut again behind him.

She was in the panties and t-shirt she'd gone to bed in, but her dad was still in his lounging around at home after work clothes, just with his overcoat hastily thrown on top of them.

He must have just been settling in for a good jerk when he came across her new videos.

"You little fucking whore," he said. His voice was low and quiet, which only made it even scarier, and made her cunt start to leak.

"What's wrong, Dad? I was trying to sleep."

"You know what's fucking wrong," he growled. "My own daughter? Making those filthy videos and letting men jerk off to her?"

"I'm a big girl now, Dad," she said. "I can do what I want."

"And what if your mother saw you doing those things to yourself? Saying those disgusting things? Or one of the neighbors? Or my boss?"

"Well, if they don't like it, then they shouldn't be watching it in the first place."

"But what will everything think?"

"Hopefully they'll think I'm worth signing up for a monthly subscription."

His face turned bright red with rage. He was so angry, he couldn't even form words. He just stood there, stammering at her.

She laughed then, right in his face. "What are you worried about, Dad? You worried people are going to find out what a hot piece of ass your daughter is? Or that you missed the chance to fuck me when you kicked me out of the house?"

He grabbed her then, his hand flying out and tacking a clump of her hair, pulling on it.

"Hey!" she squealed. "That hurts!"

"Good."

He yanked her by the hair, pulling her away from the front door and deeper into the apartment. He dragged her, whimpering and cursing, into her bedroom and shoved her towards the bed. She lost her balance and fell in a bundle on the floor.

"You can't do that to me, Dad."

"I'm your father," he growled. "I can do whatever the fuck I want to you."

Her room was a mess, as always. Her lingerie and toys scattered everywhere, the camera still out and on its tripod in the corner, facing towards her bed for when she was in the mood to make a new video. There were also a few lights on stands around the room that she used when she filmed. Not the most professional setup, but not too bad, and her subscribers hadn't complained about it.

She wondered how many times her dad had seen her from that exact camera angle, watched her touching herself and talk about her fucked up fantasies. He must have come so many times as she plunged her fingers into her 19-year-old pussy.

He gestured to the lights and the camera. "Turn it on. Turn it all on. I want everyone to see what happens to dirty little whores like you."

Making a big show of reluctance, she did as he said. But inside she was thinking how this was exactly like the first fantasy she'd made a video about. Her dad making her film everything while he punished her for being such a fucking slut. Her pussy throbbed at the thought that it might actually be coming true.

She turned the lights on one by one and pressed record on the camera.

"Now come here, you fucking whore," her dad barked.

She went to him, heart pounding in her chest, her panties already soaked. As soon as she was in reach, he grabbed her by the hair again and forced her down, face first across the mattress, knees on the floor, her ass to him.

He smacked her ass so fucking hard. "Do you know what that's for, slut?"

"No, Daddy," she whimpered, her ass writhing, mostly to give him a good look at it.

She had a great ass. Her fans were always telling her that. And she knew how good it look in the cheeky panties she was wearing.

"That's for being such a fucking slut. Do you like being a slut? Showing everyone how filthy you are?"

"I love it, Daddy," she said, defiantly. "I bet you secretly love it, too."

He gave her ass another hard smack. "I had so many hopes for you," he said. "But you're just a fucking whore. And you don't even care."

Her dad started taking off his coat.

"Well, I'm going to show you what happens to sluts like you."

"Jokes over, Dad. You've had your perverted fun. It's time for you to go home now."

"Who's joking, whore?"

"Please, Daddy," she said, switching to her scared little girl voice, hoping she sounded at least halfway convincing, "you don't have to do this. I can be good. I will be good, I promise."

"Oh, it's far too late for that, little girl," he said.

His button down shirt joined his coat on the floor, then his shoes and his pants. He stood behind her as she knelt bent over the edge of her own bed in just his socks, undershirt, and boxers. If she hadn't been so turned on, it might actually have been comical to see him dressed like that.

"What are you going to do to me, Dad?" she asked, already pretty sure she knew the answer. "You're not going to hurt me, are you?"

Her dad smacked her ass again. Once, twice, three times.

He must be getting pretty hard, she thought. But then, he must have been pretty hard from the moment he decided to come to her apartment and teach her a lesson about being such a slut.

Another smack. And another.

God, it fucking hurt. He was really doing a number on her ass. But the pain just made her cunt leak even more.

She'd fantasized about this so many times, and it was even better than she'd imagined.

He slid his fingers down between her legs, feeling just how wet her panties had gotten. "You like this, don't you, slut? You like being punished by your father."

"I deserve it, Daddy. For being such a slut."

"Yes," he hissed. "You do."

His fingers moved to the waistband of her panties, grabbing them and then yanking them down in one, angry jerk. She heard something rip. "Daddy! What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing? Your dad is going to use you like the whore you are."

"But you can't! I'm your daughter."

"No daughter of mine could ever be this much of a whore."

He pulled his cock out of his boxers and got down on his knees behind her, grabbed her hips and shoving his cock into her pussy without any real warmup or warning. She cried out, feeling herself being slammed up against the side of the bed.

"Daddy!"

"Shut your fucking mouth, whore," he growled, and then he just started fucking her with long hard strokes.

This wasn't the best angle for the camera, but she doubted anyone would care. Or even know that this was real and not just her role-playing. They'd probably all be as turned on as she was, watching her get plowed from behind while she whimpered and cried.

And they'd never know the man they were watching force himself on her wasn't just pretending to be her father. It was her real father.

"Daddy, stop!" she moaned, but she didn't think she was fooling him, or anyone, for that matter. But it did make him fuck her even faster than he had been. He kept driving his cock into her pussy while she clutched at her blankets. "Daddy, you're hurting me."

"I don't fucking care," he said.

He grabbed her by the hair again, yanking her head back while he plowed her, his cock slamming into her again and again.

"For such a whore, your pussy is so fucking tight," he grunted. "You're going to make your Dad come."

"No! Daddy! You can't! You can't come in me! You'll get me pregnant!"

"I can come in you anytime I want, slut," he groaned. "What should I care if you get pregnant? You're just some whore taking whatever cock comes along."

His thrusts were getting jerky and he was breathing hard, but her dad kept talking, his voice quiet and cruel.

She just hoped the mic in the camera was picking it all up.

"You should have thought of that before you started acting like such a whore on the internet," he said. "Making all those men want to do this to you. You're just lucky it's your father doing it and not some stranger just grabbing you off the street."

That sent a shiver through her body. Another one of her biggest fantasies. Someone kidnapping her right off the street, taking her someplace secluded and doing whatever he wanted to her. Of course, whenever she thought about it, the 'he' doing that to her was always her father.

She was still thinking about that when he pulled his cock out of her and yanked hard on her hair, forcing her first onto her knees and then onto her feet.

He dragged her to the other side of the bed, the side the camera had the best view of, thankfully, and forced her back down onto her knees at his feet with his cock in her face. He started stroking himself right in front or her, pumping his cock as he looked down at her kneeling on the floor.

"Touch yourself," he said. "Right now. Play with your whore hole for your Dad while he comes on your slutty face."

He didn't have to tell her twice. Her hand went straight between her legs and she started grinding her fingers on her clit. She was already so close to coming just from the rough fucking her dad had given her. Just a little bit of rubbing would send her right over the edge.

"You like people watching you fuck yourself, don't you?" he said, breathing hard, hand sliding up and down his shaft.

"It turns me on, Daddy."

"And you know what that makes you?"

She nodded.

"Say it!" he barked.

"A slut, Daddy. It makes me a filthy fucking whore just like Daddy said."

"That's right. And you're going to be my whore from now on. You're going to let Daddy come over and do this to you anytime he wants."

"Yes, Daddy."

She was so close. But so was he. Her dad was pumping his cock so hard, his eyes glazed over. It was just a question of who was going to come first. Him or her.

They both cried out at almost the same time. She shuddered on her knees, feeling pleasure explode deep in her cunt just as his cum shot out of his cock and onto her face. She was so busy coming that she barely even felt it.

Her cunt was still spasming when her Dad grabbed her again, dragging her to the camera on its tripod, shoving her face into it.

"Show them," he said. "Show everyone what a fucking whore you are."

Oh, they could see. Or they would be seeing. They were going to see all of it. And the thought of all of her subscribers watching her dad come on her face made her want to keep playing with herself, even though she'd just come less than a minute ago.

"Now tell everything what you are," he ordered.

"I'm a whore," she said, looking directly into the camera. "I'm my dad's dirty fucking whore."

He released her and went back to his clothes, picking them up off the floor and then walking straight out of the room without another word. A minute or so later, she heard the front door open and then slam shut again. Her neighbors would be furious about all the racket in the middle of the night.

Maybe some of them had even heard the things her dad had said to her. That would certainly make for some awkward meetings in the hallway.

But as she hit stop on her camera and made a mental note to download the footage as soon as she woke up in the morning so she could upload it to the site, she was already thinking about her next confession video.

She was going to fuck herself and tell everyone how she fantasizes about her dad kidnapping her and taking her to the family cabin out in the woods.

And she wondered how long it would be before he saw it, and what he would do once he had.