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A Daughter Manipulates Her Stepfather Into Buying Her A Car free porn video
“Do you know what I saw on my way home from school
today, Daddy?”
“I don’t think I want to know, Jenny.”
“But, Daddy– I saw this great little car–”
“I don’t want to hear this, Jenny.”
“It’s just a small car, Daddy — a tiny tiny car, a
Toyota, actually, is what it is. And it only costs–”
“Stop, Jenny. Stop right now.”
“Daddy–”
“No, Jenny. Just no.”
“Daddy–how do you think I look today?”
“Don’t, Jenny. Don’t start this. I don’t want to start
this.”
“But don’t you think I look all right? Look at this,
Daddy. Do you like what I’m wearing today?”
“Jenny–don’t. You know I don’t want this.”
“Don’t you, Daddy?”
“I– no damn it, no. Go upstairs now.”
“All right, Daddy. But just tell me if you like my
outfit, okay? How about this skirt, for instance. Do
you think it suits me, Daddy?”
“Jenny– don’t.”
“I thought you might like this shirt, Daddy. Or do you
think it’s too short? Just a bit? But then, you don’t
mind looking at me in short skirts, do you, Daddy?”
“Damn it, Jenny, I said go upstairs.”
“All right, Daddy. Anything you say. I’ll go up slowly,
all right? And you can watch my legs as I climb the
stairs, and you can look up my skirt and watch my
thighs moving.”
“Jenny, for god’s sake–”
“You like to watch my legs, Daddy. I know that. You
think my thighs are nice, don’t you, Daddy? You think
they’re sexy.”
“Jenny– for god’s sake–”
“You can see almost all of my thighs now, Daddy, with
this short skirt, but if you want to see more of them,
I can lift it up for you. Would you like that, Daddy?”
“Jenny don’t do this, for Christ sake, I don’t want
this, you know I don’t, I don’t want to–”
“Look, Daddy. Look at my legs. Aren’t they pretty? You
can look as much as you want to; I’ll just stand here
and hold my skirt up for you. Do you want to touch
them? I could just walk across the room to you and you
could put your hands on them, Daddy. I know you love
that. Shall I?”
“I don’t want to do this, for god’s sake, Jenny, why
are you doing this–”
“Because I want that car, Daddy. You know that.” “But
this–you’re my daughter, my own–” “That never stopped
you before, Daddy, did it?”
“You little bitch. I don’t want this, damn it. I don’t
want to be this way.”
“But you can’t help it, can you, Daddy? You can’t stop
yourself. You know you can’t. You want me.”
“Oh, god.”
“You want my body, Daddy. Don’t you?”
“No!”
“Oh, Daddy, what a liar you are! But you’re still
looking at my legs, Daddy. And what about my top? Do
you like it? It’s such a pretty thing, I think, sort of
orangeish, wouldn’t you say? I know it’s a little bit
tight on me, but you don’t think it’s too tight, do
you, Daddy?
“Of course, I should wear a bra with it, but I’m not.
You can probably tell that, can’t you, Daddy? It just
clings to my breasts, doesn’t it? All around. And look
how it shows my nipples–oh, that’s wicked, isn’t it?
They just stick out like anything; but that’s because
they’re all hard, Daddy; they grow so hard and stiff
when a man is looking at me that way, the way you are,
Daddy.”
“I’m not, damn you. Damn you, Jenny. I’m not.”
“But you are, Daddy. You can’t help it. It’s like you
want to strip all the clothes from my body, and just
touch it all over, run your hands all over it, and then
just throw me down and do it to me. That’s what you’d
like to do, isn’t it, Daddy? Throw me right down on
this floor and take me, take my body, do it to me until
I–”
“No! Stop. Jenny. I won’t. Not this time. It’s no good.
Go away.”
“Would you like me to take my top off, Daddy? Shall I
show you my breasts? Don’t you want to see me naked?
Touch me, naked? I’ll strip for you, Daddy, and you
can–”
“Oh god help me. No Jenny. I won’t. Don’t. I won’t do
it. I won’t buy you a car. I don’t care what you do. No
car. Do you understand? No!”
“All right, Daddy. All right. I’m just going to sit
down now. I’ll sit right here, but don’t worry, I’ll
keep my skirt high so you can still look at my thighs.
Okay? Do you want me to take my top off anyway?”
“I don’t care. I don’t care what you do. It won’t
change anything.”
“Okay, Daddy. If you say so. I think I’ll just pull it
off. You can watch my breasts bounce around as I pull
it off my body. Isn’t that sexy, Daddy? I know you
think I have pretty breasts. Look at how my nipples are
all stiff. That’s for you, Daddy. Wouldn’t you like to
touch them? I’ll bet you can remember how my breasts
feel. Can’t you, Daddy? Don’t you think about how good
it was to put your hands on them? Isn’t it exciting,
Daddy? Isn’t my body turning you on?
“It usually turns you on, Daddy, I know. such a young,
soft, firm body, isn’t it, Daddy? And you know what I
can do with it. You remember, Daddy. Think about it.
I’m going to take my panties off now. Watch, Daddy. Is
that nice? You do want me, Daddy. You know you do. I
know it too. You want this body so much. You can have
it, Daddy. Right now. It could be all yours. Any way
you want.”
“Damn you to hell! I’m not going to do it, Jenny. Damn
you.”
“But you can remember how it was, can’t you, Daddy? How
it was to be on top of me, taking me, doing it to me,
to your own daughter.”
“Stop, for god’s sake, don’t…”
“Think about it, Daddy. How it felt to have this body
underneath you, with these legs around your waist,
holding you.
Think about how it was, with my body twisting against
you, twisting and squirming and bucking with you, and
how my lips felt on yours, how you kissed my mouth and
bit my tongue and how–”
“No! Stop. Please, Jenny. Please. Please. I won’t, I
can’t.”
“You can, Daddy. You want to.”
“No! No car. No car. Period. Okay? All right? No.
Fucking. Car. That’s it!”
“Well. Gosh. That’s too bad, Daddy. That’s really
disappointing. I mean, a car has a lot of
possibilities. You can do a lot of things in a car, if
you think about it. You know, I thought that maybe you
and I might go for a ride in it. You know, out into the
country or something. And you could drive, Daddy. You
enjoy driving, don’t you? And I would sit right beside
you. And we would talk and stuff, and watch all that
scenery and all going by, and wouldn’t that be fun?”
“Jenny, look–”
“And maybe I could sort of start playing with you a
little.”
“Jenny–”
“Oh, nothing really naughty, Daddy–nothing you
wouldn’t dig, anyway. Just with my hand–at first. Just
playing around. My hand in your lap.”
“Jenny–”
“Just to sort of entertain you as you’re driving, you
know? Make you feel good. Just my hand, Daddy. Playing
with you. Stroking you. You won’t mind. I’ll bet you
won’t mind a bit. I bet you’re getting hard right now,
thinking about it. Right? Aren’t you, Daddy?”
“Damn you.”
“You think about it, Daddy. And then my fingers,
unzipping you. Oh, Daddy. Unzipping your pants. Dipping
in there. Finding you. Taking you out. Oh, Daddy. All
hard, all wanting your naughty daughter. Oh, yes. Are
you hard, Daddy? Are you hard right now? Do you want
your daughter to come over and play?”
“No. No, Jenny. It’s not right, it’s not fair–”
“And you know, Daddy, this Toyota, it’s such a
convenient kind of car, doesn’t have that silly lump
right in the middle of that front seat, to get in the
way and all. That front seat is all nice and flat. So
what I could do, Daddy, I could just lay down on that
seat, lay right down on my tummy, okay?”
“Jenny…don’t…”
“And I could sort of hitch myself up so my head could
kind of rest in your lap. You know what I’m saying,
Daddy? My face would be right over your lap. Right over
your crotch, Daddy. And if I just put my head down–”
“Oh. Oh god. Jenny. Don’t do this to me. I’m your
father. Please. I can’t stand it.”
“I know, Daddy. I know you can’t. Can I have that car?”
“Don’t do this to me, Jenny. Please.”
“But you like me to do it to you, Daddy. Especially
what I’m talking about. Don’t you remember? Don’t you
recall what I can do with my mouth? Don’t you recall
how nice my mouth is? And my lips? And my tongue? Don’t
you, Daddy?”
“You slut.”
“Think about it, Daddy. Driving along. In my car. With
your big stiff thing standing up, and my face right
above it, moving down. Slowly. Think of how my hair
will touch it first. My soft hair, brushing along your
skin, brushing back and forth, stroking over it. Thank
about how that feels.”
“I remember.”
“I know, Daddy. And then my lips. Just touching you.
Just very softly kissing, lightly kissing. Kissing it.
All over. Licking it. Stroking it with my tongue. Do
you remember my tongue, Daddy?”
“I remember.”
“Can you feel it, Daddy? Are you thinking about it?”
“Yes. Yes. I am. I do.”
“And now my mouth, Daddy. Finding you. Opening for you.
Slowly. Slowly at first. Just a little at first. Taking
you in. Into my mouth. Gradually. Bit by bit. Sliding
into your daughter’s mouth.”
“Oh Jesus god, oh Christ.”
“Yes, Daddy. Think about it. Think about my mouth. You
know what it’s like. You know I can take you all the
way in. All the way, Daddy. All the way into my mouth.
Into my throat. I’ll hold you there. Licking you.
Sucking you. I’ll suck you, Daddy. Think about me
sucking you. So slowly. As you drive down that road.
Lying on my stomach. Sucking you.”
“Jenny–”
“Keep watching the road, Daddy. You don’t want any
accidents. Just look at the road. I know it’s hard,
because probably my skirt will be up around my waist,
and my bare thighs will be showing, and if anybody else
should pass us on that road, they’ll probably get a
real eyeful.
“But I don’t care, Daddy, I’m just going to go on
sucking you, sucking and sucking you, until you can’t
stand it any more, Daddy. Until you can’t hold it back
any more, and you shoot it all, Daddy, shoot it right
down my throat, and god, I hope you don’t crash the
car, Daddy, because I know how you love to shoot down
my throat, and I’ll just swallow it all down, think
about it, Daddy, swallowing it all, your naughty
daughter swallowing again and again as you shoot into
my mouth, driving that car down that road.”
“Bitch. Oh you bitch. You wicked–”
“I could do it now, Daddy. Not in a car, of course,
because I don’t have a car, do I, Daddy? Yet. But I
could do it anyway. Just go right over to you and go
down on my knees, all naked as I am, and put my mouth
down there and–”
“You little slut.”
“Am I a slut, Daddy? Do you want your slut daughter to
suck you off? Think about what this slut can do, Daddy.
Think about how you like this slut body. How you like
to kiss it all over. All the things you want to do to
it.”
“I do, you bitch, I do, I can’t help it.”
“I know, Daddy. I know you do. And you can, Daddy. You
can do anything you want to it. You can have your nasty
slut of a daughter any way you want her. Any way at
all. Just say I can have that car, Daddy. That’s all.
Just say that. That car. Any way at all, Daddy.”
“I should–”
“Think about having me, Daddy. Think about my thighs
around your body. Think about my breasts mashing into
you. Think about kissing my mouth. Think about me
bouncing and rolling underneath you. Think about–”
“I should–”
“Just say it, Daddy. Say it’s all right.”
“I should–”
“What, Daddy? You should what?”
“I should–punish you.”
“What, Daddy?”
“Punish you. I should…punish you.”
“Punish me?”
“Yes. I–yes. I want to. Punish you.”
“Punish? You–what do you mean, Daddy?”
“Yes. Punish.”
“I–I don’t–how? How, Daddy? How do you want to punish
me?”
“No.”
“Tell me, Daddy.”
“I–no.”
“Daddy. Do you want to punish me?”
“No. Yes. I don’t know.”
“If you did–Daddy–if you did–punish me–then–could
I have the car? Daddy?”
“I–”
“Daddy? Could I?”
“I–don’t know.”
“What do you want to do to me, Daddy? Do you want to
hurt me?”
“Hurt you. Yes. Yes. I want to hurt you.”
“Oh. Well. Daddy. Do you–want to spank me?”
“No.”
“No?”
“Kid stuff.”
“Oh. Of course. You don’t want to do kid stuff. I’m not
a kid any more, am I, Daddy? I’m a big girl now. A big
naughty girl, and you want to punish me like a grown-
up. Is that right, Daddy?”
“Yes. That’s right.”
“And if I– All right. All right, Daddy. Hurt me. Hurt
me any way you want. I know I’m a bad girl. I know I’m
a naught slut daughter. And you’d like to pay me back,
wouldn’t you, Daddy? You want to make me pay for all
the nasty things you’ve done to me. You want to hurt
that body that tempts you so much. You want me to
suffer, don’t you, Daddy? You want me to cry. You want
me to scream. You want to watch me in pain, shouting
with pain, twisting in agony. Is that it, Daddy? Is
that what you want?”
“Yes. That is what I want. Jenny. Yes.”
“And if I do that for you, Daddy–if I let you hurt me,
and cry for you and scream for you and twist for you,
and crawl for you, all you want, Daddy–if I do all
that, then will you buy me that car? Daddy?”
“God. You’re such a witch, Jenny. Such a depraved
little witch.”
“How do you want to do it, Daddy? Do you want to spread
my body out on my bed, stretch me out, straining, open,
helpless, for whatever you will do to me? Or do you
want to hang me up, Daddy. Think how I would look
hanging naked by my wrists, Daddy. Think of having me
dangling from the ceiling, all of my body straining,
swaying, twisting helplessly in the air. Think of
hanging me with my feet off the floor, my legs
straining, twitching, kicking. Think of how my breasts
will look, tight, taut, upthrust, all exposed.
“Think about whipping me that way, Daddy. Think how my
body would jerk and writhe and squirm and twist. Think
how my breasts would bounce and shudder at each lash.
Think how my legs would thrash and kick in agony. And
think how I would scream, Daddy. Scream and scream.
Think how I would beg you to stop. Promising to be
good, to do anything you wanted.
“But you wouldn’t stop, would you, Daddy? Think about
whipping my body all over, whipping my back and my
waist and my behind and my thighs and my calve, and
whipping my breasts, Daddy, and my stomach and my hips
and my thighs again, and whipping my crotch, Daddy.
Think of that, Daddy. You’d make me hold my legs apart
for you, and I wouldn’t think I could do it, but you’d
make me, you’d whip my breasts until I had to do it,
and I’d open my legs and hold them that way and you’d
whip my crotch, Daddy, and I’d yell and howl and go
crazy with that pain until you stopped.
“Is that what you want, Daddy? You could do all kinds
of things to me, I know that, Daddy. I can’t even stand
to think of it, but I know you wabnt to do it all.
You’ll break me, Daddy. I know that. You’ll grind me
into dust. And finally I’ll crawl for you, Daddy.
“Think about watching me crawling for you, crawling
like an animal, on my hands and knees, your begging,
broken slut of a daughter. And then I would crawl to
you and bow down to you and give you my mouth, my
crying, sobbing mouth, and I’d suck you as your slave,
your slut cock-sucking slave daughter. I would swallow
it all if you wanted, or if you felt like it you could
shoot it in my face, right into my face, all over my
face, in my hair, in my eyes, in my nose, on my lips,
until I was dripping with it. Soaking with it.
“Then you could have my body any time you want, Daddy,
any time, any way at all. I would be yours, Daddy, to
do with as you wish. A toy, a thing for your pleasure,
a plaything. To hurt if you want. To punish. To
possess. If you want me to, I will go naked all the
time for you. Or I will only wear very short skirts,
very tight tops. So my body is always on view for you.
Always available. You could keep me tied up all the
time, have me in bondage always. My hands tied behind
my back. My thighs bound together. My hair bound to my
wrists, pulling my head back, making my breasts stick
out.
“I’d be a sex toy. That’s all. Your daughter the sex
toy. And if you got tired of that, you could call up
some of your friends and lend me to them for an hour.
Or a day. Or a week. Think of making me perform for
your pals, think of watching your naughty daughter
submitting to a bunch of men, going down for them,
spreading for them, fucking them at your command.
“Think of that, Daddy. Think about going into a
restaurant with me, and running into a man you know
slightly. ‘This is my daughter,’ you could say. ‘Isn’t
she pretty? Do you want her to suck your cock? Jenny,
go under this table and suck Mr. So-and-so off. Do it
good, Jenny,’ you’d say. And I would do it, Daddy. I’d
go down under that table and I would take his cock out
and I would suck it like it was never sucked before.
‘That’s my cock-sucking slut daughter,’ you would say.
‘Isn’t she good with that mouth? Any time you want it
again, pal, just ask. Jenny will do anything I say.’
“Wouldn’t you like that, Daddy? Are you hot, Daddy?
Have I got you all hot now, do you want to punish me
now? Do you want my body? My mouth? Just say I can have
that car, Daddy. And you can strip me naked and lash me
onto the front of that car, just spread my body out
across the hood and lash my wrists and ankles, a
living, naked figurehead, and you can drive that car
all through the town and show everybody your naked slut
of a daughter.
“You could park that car right on Main Street and watch
as all the men took my body, right there on the hood of
my car, thousands of them, taking my body, having me,
doing it to your daughter, and I would twist and pull
against the ropes, but in vain, and you could watch all
this time, and you could say, ‘How do you like your
car, Jenny? How do you like it now, you lousy bitch?’
“And afterwards Daddy, I would kneel in the dirt and
suck you with my crying, sobbing mouth, suck you and
suck you and swallow it all.”
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