She arrives

You watch the clock and wait for Ashley to arrive. As the minute hand ticks past the three-hour meeting time, you start to get nervous. Thankfully, 15 minutes late, Ashley zooms past you, waves, and parks around back. You watch anxiously as she approaches the car. She's dressed modestly; you're pretty sure in one of your wife's outfits. Instead of getting in the passenger seat she knocks on the window.

"Hey, stranger," she says with a grin. "What are you doing sitting all suspiciously outside of a porn shop? Looking for a good time?"

Her roleplay amuses you, so you play along. "I might be looking for some fun, yeah, you selling?"

She bites her lip. "For $50 bucks, I'll blow you in the video booth."

You look at the clock on the dash. You need to be at the airport in an hour. Maybe a quickie. You playfully look Ashley up and down. "$50? Hm, I don't know. You look like the kind of girl who does it for fun, not profit. Let's say $25 and I get to finish on your tits."

Ashley's jaw drops and she briefly looks offended, but the offense quickly twists into a devilish grin. "Mmmm...you're right, Mister, I am that kind of girl. I'll be in booth 3." She giggles and quickly runs inside the store. You give her two minutes to get situated before following her inside. The clerk winks as you walk by. "She's a cute one," he says.

"Cheap, too," you add, hoping Ashley can hear.

Entering booth two you look at the hole in the wall. "Daddy," her lips say through the hole, "are you really going to come on my breasts?"

"Shhh," you say, "good whores don't speak. They suck. And, yes, the agreement was I'd cum on your tits. Are you going back on your agreement slut?" You cringe a little wondering if you might be pushing the roleplay too far. Ashley eases your concern by replying, "Sorry, Daddy, I promise I'm a good whore."

"I'll knock when I'm ready to unload," you say as you unzip your pants and stick your semi-hard cock through the wall.

Semi goes to fully in seconds as you feel Ashley's warm mouth wrap around your cock. She slurps and moans from the other side of the wall. You push yourself tightly against the wall so she can get as much of your meat as she deserves. Her tongue occasionally snakes out through the gloryhole and touches the top of your ball sack.

She's **** and hungry and it shows. The blow job is furious and appropriately sloppy. She seems eager to impress you and aroused by the thought of her new life. Aware of the time limit, it doesn't take long for you to get close to orgasm. You knock on the wall to signal you're ready and Ashley quickly releases you from her mouth with an audible disappointed moan. Suddenly you feel the flesh of her tits pressing against your cock as she humps her body against the wall. Your cock, sloppy with spit, easily slides between them. It takes no time for your balls to clench and your cock to start pumping out a heavy load onto her skin. Ashley starts laughing and giggling on the other side of the wall.

You put the weight of your body against it. Breathing heavily and grinning. You flinch as her mouth returns to her cock. Her tongue cleaning up your shaft. Once she's finished, she peaks through the hole. "Daddy, I'm a mess and there aren't any towels in here. If I button up my blouse it'll get all cummy."

You pull your cock from the hole and lean down. "Did you like being my whore? Are you Daddy's little slut?"

"Yes, Daddy, and you don't even need to pay me this time." She laughs.

"Good. You need to do one last thing for me, babygirl. Unbutton your blouse all the way and walk out to the car just the way you are."

"But, Daddy, I'm a mess and the clerk will see my boobies," she says.

You aren't sure why you say what you say next. Ashley had done more than enough to prove she wanted to run away with you and serve you. Later on, you assume it was the increasing thrill of control. The words just come out of your mouth, "Ashley, you can't refuse me anymore. You belong to me, body and mind. I expect you to do anything I say. Now exit just the way you are or I'll leave you behind."

"Daddy," she whispers and pauses. There's a long silence on the other side of the wall. You question yourself for a moment. Sure you wanted her dedication but you didn't really mean that you'd leave her behind if she refused. You're about to call out and take it back when she finally replies. "My blouse is unbuttoned, Daddy. I-I'm ready to be your perfect slut. You own me."

Your cock twitches hearing the words. You want to fuck her harder than ever, but there isn't time for that. It's time to get out of Dodge and start your new life as Master and servant. Pulling your cock into your pants, you zip up and say "Good, let's go."

You open your booth doors at the same time. Ashley stands in front of you, looking sheepish. Her blouse hangs wide open and her small breasts are exposed. They're coated in your cum as is her chin. You see a blob in her hair. "You look good, Ashley," you tell her and touch her cheek.

She whispers, "thank you." You take her hand and as you do realize it's still covered in cum. Still, you don't let go and walk her to the front of the store.

"S-Sir! Maam!" the clerk says as you come into view. "You need to be covered outside of the booths. This is highly inappropriate."

"It's okay," you tell him. "We're just leaving."

A couple of customers in the back of the store look over at the commotion. One whistles. The other yells "Hey, slut, when's my turn? You could use a second coating."

You walk a little faster with Ashley, but as you get to the door, she grabs your hand and halts your stride. She turns back to the store and yells, "I belong to him. He's my real Dad!" You hear the pride in her voice and you can't help but laugh. As you tug her through the door the man yells again. "Sure, hun, and I'll be your Uncle Jim if you want."

When you sit in the car and look at her, the sheepishness has faded, and she's grinning ear-to-ear. "That was exhilarating." She spreads her legs and pulls up her skirt. Ashley starts masturbating through her panties right there in the front seat of the car.

You let her go at it while rummaging through a box in the backseat. You pull out an old rag and hand it to her, "Here, clean yourself up as best you can and button up your shirt. That look is fine for Dan's Adult World but probably not for the airport."

She doesn't take the rag. Instead, she continues rubbing herself with her hands shoved into her panties. "C-can I finish myself first, Daddy? While you drive?"

You take a deep breath. The plane ride is going to be incredibly frustrating and that gives you another devious idea. "You can bring yourself to the edge, but your orgasms belong to me now, so you'll need to wait until I can help you finish."

Her jaw goes slack, but she doesn't stop. In fact, she picks up speed. "B-but, I'll be so horny on the plane."

You smile and place a hand on her cheek. You feel her breath on your wrist. "I know, babygirl. And the flights are so long. But you loved when the blackmailer kept you **** and needy for a week, didn't you."

She whispers through her panting, "y-yes."

You place the rag on her leg. "Good girl, now keep rubbing it until you see the airport signs. Then get yourself cleaned up as best as possible."

Ashley does as you say. It's distracting to hear her whimpering as she keeps bringing herself all the way to the edge of orgasm and stopping just short. Everything goes surprisingly smoothly as you pass through security and board the plane. Ashley's frazzled, messy look and spaciness from edging do get a few looks, but nothing out of the ordinary. You're just a father and daughter taking a flight to Orlando.

You fly off into the sunset, ready to switch tickets at the next stop and, soon, start a new life with Ashley on the beach. You think back to that first movie you put on in the porno booth, "My Daughter; My ****," and look at Ashley curled up against you. Yes, it's going to be an exciting new adventure with your daughter....your ****.