"Fuck me"

"What?" Your brain grows even foggier. There's no way Kelly just said that. "Honey, we're going to get you home." You say.

"I don't want home. I want to be fucked." She says. Her sweet voice should not be saying these things.

"I'm your daddy." you say.

She smiles. "I fuck all my daddies." She puts her hand on your crotch and starts to rub.

You feel yourself starting to get hard. You pull away. "No I'm your actual daddy." You insist.

She smiles and takes a step closer to you. "Fuck me, Daddy."

You feel your cock getting harder. This can't be happening. Your body is betraying everything you know to be right and appropriate. "C'mon honey, we're going to take you home and get you some help." you try to convince her.

"Don't need help." She says. "I need cocks inside me." She puts her hand on your hard crotch again. "Yours please."

Your whole body itches. You try to keep your desires at bay. How can this even be a thing you want? "I can't because I'm your Daddy." you keep insisting.

"Oh." She seems to get it. Maybe a glimmer of hope. "You don't have to be my Daddy." She says. "And I don't have to be your daughter." She pulls off her tank top, revealing her bra pushing up her breasts. They're nice. You never noticed that before.

What are you thinking? Of course you never noticed that before. They're your daughter's breasts.

"Do I really look like your daughter?" She asks. It's true, she's never looked this way before. "Am I really acting like your daughter?" She asks. Kelly has certainly never acted this way before. Your foggy brain tells you not to fall for this. But you feel your head shaking no. "Maybe I'm not your daughter." Kelly says.

You feel yourself breaking down as Kelly undoes her bra. You don't want to see her nipples. You do want to see her nipples.

"I can call you Mister." She says. "And you can call me Slut." She takes down her bra. Her breasts are magnificent. Her nipples are big and hard. "Fuck me, Mister. Fuck me."

She starts to unzip your pants. You don't back away. She looks up at you and smiles. Those big, innocent, brown eyes that you've looked into for so many years are now looking up at you with total depraved desire. Mr. Milton has won. There's no longer any doubt in your mind that this is going to happen. You're not strong enough to prevent it.

Kelly licks her lips and whispers. "Thank you. I only have worth when my holes are filled. Will you fill them?"

You hear yourself say "Yes" as you feel her hand reach into your pants and grab your throbbing cock.