Unwilling Models - Dream Daughter

UNWILLING MODELS: DREAM DAUGHTER

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The new laws allowed lingerie companies to **** women to model for their advertising campaigns – and when the talent agent for the Slutwear lingerie brand set his eyes upon pretty 18-year-old Kennedy Darling, he knew at once that she would be perfect to represent their new line of Dream Daughter bras and panties.

Kennedy didn’t want to become a lingerie model, of course. That was the whole point of the laws – to prevent women who were confident in their sexuality from profiting off it, while forcing those who weren’t to endure humiliation and degradation.

And it was good for business. These days it was mostly men controlling the finances of their wives, girlfriends, sisters and daughters, and choosing what underwear – if any – to buy for those women. And it turned out men responded better to ads featuring an insecure humiliated victim than a confident strong woman.

That was the underlying logic of the Dream Daughter line. If fathers were going to be buying lingerie for their daughters, then Slutwear wanted to sell them the kinds of clothes that would enjoy seeing their adult daughters wearing – bras and panties that were demure, innocent, pure – but which also made their wearers look *extremely* fuckable. Audience testing showed that 72% of fathers experienced an erection after seeing their age-18-or-over daughter wearing Dream Daughter lingerie, more than 40% were prepared to describe an explicit erotic fantasy about how they’d like to sexually dominate their daughter, and 8% went on to actually **** their daughter in the eight weeks following conclusion of the research.

When they approached Kennedy, her answer was a flat “no”, and her body language indicated a fight-or-flight response. But luckily, Slutwear had had the foresight to bring Kennedy’s father, Henry, in on the conversation, and Henry was able to explain to Kennedy that the law didn’t give her a choice, and that if she resisted she would likely be slapped, stripped, and maybe ****, so it was better to go along willingly.

And besides, he reassured her, he would be there to look out for her.

And when he said it, he really did mean it.

When Kennedy arrived at the photo shoot, though, they separated from her father quickly. They gave him the *option* of remaining with her – but told her that she was going to need to get naked, and that they would be waxing her pussy.

“Do you want to watch your daughter’s pussy being waxed?” they asked him, and regardless of what his real opinion might have been, he was too embarrassed to say anything other than “no”.

And so they had Kennedy strip naked – in front of a crew of mostly men – and they strapped her to a chair, and a pretty buxom woman knelt between her legs and waxed Kennedy’s crotch. Kennedy, inexperienced with the process, had no idea that there was no particularly need to stroke and squeeze her cunt during the preparation, or to run a finger over her clitoris, or to push two fingers up into her fuckhole “to check it”, and she merely sat there and blushed and tried to pretend she wasn’t becoming aroused from sitting naked in front of strange men while a big-titted woman played with her pussy.

Getting Kennedy aroused was compassionate, in a way – the endorphins counteracted the pain of pulling the wax off. But what came next wasn’t compassionate, but rather calculated and cruel.

“The purpose of lingerie is to make you sexually desirable,” they told her. “And to that end we’re going to apply dark eye make-up that makes you look ****, and blush that makes you look sexually aroused. But there’s no substitute for the real thing – so we need you to actually get turned on before the shoot.”

Kennedy blushed, unwilling to say that she was already wet. “What does that mean?” she asked.

“We just need you to sit there and play with your pussy until you’re almost ready to cum, and then stop,” they told her. “I know it’s embarrassing to masturbate in front of strange men, so we’ve got a special setup for you.”

They showed her a chair that faced a window. On the other side of the window was a waiting room, and the only person in that room was her father.

“It’s a one-way mirror,” they told her. “He can’t see you. Just look at your father, who you love, and rub your pussy, and try and pretend there’s no one else in the room.”

At first this seemed like a good idea to Kennedy, until she was actually sat in the chair and rubbing her pussy, and she realised she was masturbating while looking at her dad.

She tried to turn away, but the busty lady came over and turned her head back to face her father.

“Just keep looking at him, sweetie,” she said, “and it will all be easier.”

When Kennedy tried to turn her head again, the woman leaned down and kissed her on the lips. Kennedy’s eyes widened, and she was alarmed by how her pussy pulsed with desire, and she was embarrassed and humiliated, so when the kiss was over and the woman turned her once more towards her father, she didn’t dare turn away again. She just stared at the man who had created her and rubbed her cunt, until she was sopping wet and feeling like she could cum at any moment.

They had her keep touching her cunt, without cumming, while the makeup lady came forward and worked on Kennedy’s face, and the hairdresser worked on her hair. Then they got her out of the chair and put her into the lingerie, and sent her out to show her father. And they told her what to say when she saw him.

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Meanwhile, the buxom female helper had been to see Henry.

“You must be very worried for your daughter,” she said. “Would you like a massage?”

Henry allowed that he would probably enjoy a massage – and the woman immediately pulled down her top to reveal her tits, and began to rub them against his back.

“Don’t worry, love,” she said. “This is just how we do massages in film. Full service. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

It did feel good – and it felt better when she reached around and began to massage his cock through his pants, making it instantly hard, and then squeezing it in a rhythmic way that wasn’t quite masturbation yet which he was quite sure would eventually make him cum.

“Now, when your daughter comes out,” the woman told him, “she’s going to be very anxious, and very nervous about how her body looks. She’s going to be very insecure about her appearance. So what we need you to do when she comes out is to kiss her on the mouth – with tongue – to show that you love her. And then push your groin against her, so she can feel that you find her attractive. And then squeeze her breast, and her crotch, to show that they’re desirable. And then tell her that she looks like a beautiful fuckdoll that any man would want to ****.”

That didn’t sound right to Henry, but it was so hard to think with the woman squeezing his cock.

“We know what we’re doing,” said the woman. “This is what she needs. Kiss her, press your groin against her, feel her tits and cunt, and then tell her that she’s a beautiful fuckdoll that any man would want to ****.”

He moaned, and tried to summon the willpower to tell the woman to stop, but it felt good, and he let it happen, until he was almost ready to cum – which was when someone announced that his daughter Kennedy was about to emerge for the shoot.

And thus he found himself standing, red-faced, with a throbbingly erect cock. He didn’t ask why there were so many cameras pointed at the area between him and Kennedy. He only had eyes for his daughter.

He had never seen her like this. Her makeup and hair made her look simultaneously five years older, and three years younger. The bra cupped and offered up her tits invitingly, and he realised that he had been completely unaware of just how busty his daughter really was.

The panties were low-waisted and looked like they might fall off at any moment. They were puffy, and made her public mound look more prominent than it was – and they had a slight line along their middle. Was that a hole in the crotch – one that gave direct access to her fuckhole?

She walked up to her father, blushing madly in a way that just made her look sexier, and said, shyly, “Do I look fuckable, daddy?”

With those words, a switch flipped in Henry’s head, and he was no longer looking at his beloved daughter, but rather at a sex toy, a porn star, a fantasy. He was suddenly acutely aware that a cock could go in his daughter’s mouth, a cock could slide into her pussy. A man could ejaculate inside her, and it would feel amazing to do so. Her tits could be felt, squeezed – hurt, even, until she made a slutty little squeal of pain. She could be ******, she could be *used*…

He stepped forward and kissed his daughter on her mouth, grabbing a handful of her hair to hold her. Her eyes widened as she felt her father’s tongue slip past her lips – and they widened further when he used his other arm to pull her body tight against his, and she felt the hardness of his cock pressing into her belly through his pants.

He was aroused. Her own father was kissing her while he was sexually aroused. While his *cock* was *hard*. Had she made it hard? Was this her fault?

And worse, it was happening while she was sexually aroused herself – and she had felt her cunt throb with desire when the kiss had begun, and throb again as he pulled her close.

The hand in her hair moved down, and squeezed her tit. Kennedy moaned with shame into her father’s mouth. Why did it feel good? It was wrong. Would she think this way if her cunt wasn’t already wet? Was it just that she was horny, or would she have had a slutty reaction to her father groping her even if she had been dry?

Then his hand went further down – between her legs – and Kennedy knew she should clamp her legs shut tight, but instead she spread them a little.

She felt her father place his hand over her whole cunt, and squeeze, and that felt good – and then his fingers explored, and they found the slit along the centre of her panties. A finger slipped in, and ran lightly over her clitoris, and Kennedy felt her whole body go weak. She wasn’t even actively kissing her father now, just moaning like a whore into his mouth.

And then another finger slid inside her panties, and they found the wetness of her fuckhole, and they pushed up *inside* her….

Kennedy orgasmed. Right there, in front of the whole film crew, while kissing her father. Her body shook and spasmed and she made a deep, slutty noise, and she would have fallen to the floor if her father hadn’t been holding her.

Henry felt his daughter cum from his fingers, and he was filled with shame – but at the same time, it felt good. It felt good to make his daughter happy – and it felt good to control her entire fucktoy body with his fingers as if she were nothing but an object.

He leaned in, and spoke into her ear as she orgasmed.

“You look like a fuckdoll that deserves to be ****,” he said, loudly and clearly.

Was that what the woman had told him to say? It didn’t sound right, now…

But the effect on Kennedy was electric. Her whole body shook again, and tears filled her eyes, and Henry realised that she was crying *and* having a second orgasm, both at the same time.

He let go of her, and she fell to her knees in front of him.

As soon as she did, the buxom woman ran up. Swiftly, deftly, before Henry could respond, she had unzipped Henry’s pants and taken out his hard, twitching cock.

“Look what you’ve done to your father, you little slut,” she said to Kennedy. And then she took Kennedy’s hand and placed it on Henry’s cock, and used it to pump Henry’s dick one, two, three times.

That was all it took. Henry had been pre-primed by the woman, and the experience of kissing his daughter and fingering her cunt had been intensely erotic, and now it was his own daughter’s hand on his cock masturbating him….

He came, and felt himself spurting thick ropes of cum from the tip of his cock – right onto his daughter’s face. He saw his semen splash across Kennedy’s face, and drip down onto her tits, as she recoiled in horror. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen…

… at least, until what came next.

“Clean him up,” the woman was saying to Kennedy. And she grabbed Kennedy’s hair, and lifted her face up – and suddenly his cock was pushing into Kennedy’s mouth, as Kennedy struggled and tried to pull away.

The woman took Henry’s hands and put them on Kennedy’s head.

“Hold her there,” she said, “until you’re all clean and she’s learned her place.”

Henry did as he was told, holding his crying daughter so she couldn’t get away, until she stopped struggling and began to suck his cock clean.

The woman whispered in his ear. “Tell her she’s a slut and this is what she’s good for.”

“This is what you’re good for,” said Henry, “you little slut.”

And a thought was occurring to him – that as fucked up as all this had been, the feeling of his cock in his daughter’s mouth was the single best thing he had ever experienced, and that if there was any way to do so, he was going to experience it again – maybe many times – whether Kennedy liked it or not.

Henry held his daughter there long past the point when he was sure he was *clean*, and after a while he felt his cock stiffening again, and when it did he began to facefuck his daughter. No one stopped him. The cameras kept pointing at him. He **** his daughter’s face until he was cumming again, and this time she swallowed it meekly without needing to be told.

When he finally released Kennedy, the man in charge of the shoot said, “That’s it. That’s a wrap.”

“What do you mean?” asked Henry.

“That’s the ad,” said the man. “You being unable to resist **** your daughter once you see her in Dream Daughter lingerie. It will play everywhere on the internet for the entirety of the next year. Every father is going to want to dress their daughter like Kennedy, and then fuck her. We’re going to make millions.”

“But I – I didn’t mean to…” protested Henry. Except he had. He had chosen to **** Kennedy the second time all on his own.

“We’ll need some supplementary photographs,” said the man. “Kennedy topless, Kennedy’s cunt, Kennedy rubbing her sperm into her skin, Kennedy looking up at your cock with desire, that kind of thing.”

Henry looked down at his daughter, who was still crying and covered in his sperm. The buxom woman was alternately kissing Kennedy, playing with her breasts, and telling Kennedy that she was a disgusting slut for cockteasing her father and that being **** was her own fault.

The man went on. “Also – and you can say no to this – but we wouldn’t mind a set where you’re fucking Kennedy’s cunt, if you felt that that was something appropriate for your daughter to do.”

Henry looked at Kennedy again. He felt his cock already re-hardening.

“Yes,” he said, in a dry voice. “I think that would probably be good for her…”

(TO BE FOLLOWED BY ANOTHER "UNWILLING MODELS" STORY!)