A new life for Alex

Chapter 9

As a man, it's your duty to take care of even the unpleasant things in life with the same dedication your women demand of you. It's difficult, but the knowledge that you're doing it for your daughter, mixed with her anticipation of finally having her father's permission at 21, even makes you smile slightly as your car pulls up in front of Patriot Hills State School for Sluts and Whores.

Alex's eyes shine brightly above the rim of her gag, and her sweet nostrils flare excitedly as she follows your every move as you get out. Melodie sits motionless, calm but curious. You lead Alex out of the car by the leash and the few steps to the building entrance, but then stop. She watches you curiously, then Alex stiffens her body as you turn to her after a final reassurance that you're doing the right thing. Almost tenderly, you remove her restraints until she's standing before you in her normal clothes, without any bondage gear.

"Dad?" your daughter asks without asking for permission to speak. She's quite giddy, enjoying her first day while the last 21 years flash by before your eyes. "We'll be late," she whines.

"21 Years," you smirkingly rumble with a good dose of nostalgia in your voice. Then a warm but slightly awkward smile. "And you still haven't learned how to be a proper young lady." Alex approaches you, ass swaying, one leg in front the other. Dozens of students are milling around you into the building. Some led by boys or their fathers, some alone. You see halfway well-dressed students, some completely naked or in the clothes their masters have provided for them. At least Alex is halfway well-dressed. For now, you think with a heavy heart. They grow up so fast. Yesterday, my sweet little angel, now a depraved whore who can't remember even basic lady behavior.

"I'm a slut Daddy," your daughter coos and rubs your cock through your pants. "Nothing can change that. I'm not intelligent enough to be a lady like my sister. And that's okay with me. I have the body to move through life. And I want that. I was born to be fucked and owned. Just not only by one guy. I want to be a sexy little slut." Alex knows exactly how to make your cock hard with her sultry eyes, wet, pouting lips, freckles, and long eyelashes. Her perky breasts press against your chest and her knee touches your leg. But right now, she's also making your heart heavy.

"You know I see more in you, honey," you confess.

"You're such a strong man, Dad." Alex kisses you gently on the lips while everything around you prepares for the start of the day. The bell rings. "I know it's precisely this strength that makes you so perfectly ****." Your eyes open. "Oh, come on," she smiles cheekily. “You know I can’t go a day without letting you destroy my tight little pussy at home. This here is not the moon. I’m just here, where I belong.” She smiles so brightly. “A silly little slut surrounded by other silly little sluts.” And a last bandage for your bleeding heart. “Let me have that, Dad. Please. Let me grow here. And who knows. Maybe it will help me get a good-looking, six feet, six-pack-packing and six-figure-earning man?” A cute giggle. “After I became famous.”

And with that, she turns around, grabs your hand and tries to pull you into the building. She almost makes it, you almost follow her. But you’re the man, she’s the girl. You decide, she follows.

And you choose her.

A few of the surrounding girls giggle naughtily as you roughly pull Alex towards you, spin her light body around, grab her by her shoulders and press her hard against you. Skillfully, an exercise rehearsed a million times, she jumps up on you, wraps her athletic legs around you, and becomes your sexy piggyback. Your tongues dance together in a public display of fatherly affection while your hands knead her perfect ass, holding her like you did so many times.

Was it just yesterday when she became ill and you fucked her tenderly into sleep? Or was ist just a week ago you watched her first hardcore porn movie, she asked you all the important questions of how and why? Or maybe it was a month ago you presented her with her first own vibrator, purely for self pleasure, not even with a cam for your pleasure? God, you love this girl so much.

Finally, you set her down again and stand her in front of you, your hand firmly wrapped around her delicate neck, pressing tightly to make the beautiful girl focus on you. With this control, her eyes always shine especially beautifully.

"I still remember how I made you a woman on your 18th birthday."

"You were so gentle," Alex remembers. Then a cheeky giggle. "The first time. But how many times did you fuck me? Four or five times? The last time you weren't gentle anymore."

"You came so many times. My perfect daughter." You almost sniff. "Well. Enough of the sentimentality." You nod roughly at the entrance to the school. "Now go," you say sternly, decisively and definitively. "Become a slut. Get famous. Get the boy you want. Or the boys. I know you can do it. Alone." And even though Alex is smart and sexy, her old father still has a way of surprising her.

"Dad?" Melodie is waiting alone in the car, but Alex is still surprised that you're not accompanying her to school. "Alone?"

"You're 21, young and sexy, smart and fit. You can do this on your own. I trust you and know you can stand on your own two feet in this world. With this."

And with that, you pull out the cell phone you bought her last week, unbeknownst to her, with the slutbook account on it.

"Fuck me hard, Daddy! Oh God, fuck me deep and good!" You and Alex aren't the only ones. Pressed against the tree, you crumple her fresh school uniform, but together with the two other fucking couples, you certainly make a tasty impression. Alex bounces on your cock, like a Rubber ball, skirt hiked up and legs spread like the **** little slut she is. All the educational porn you watched with her pays out today, you know, while your daughter moans like a porn actress. No question, she is in the right place, at least for now. Still you think she can become a proper lady, but her path is chosen, and you love her too much to deny her cravings for cock. "Daddy! Claim me Daddy! Show them who owns me!"

Next to you, another girl is screaming out her orgasm beneath her boyfriend, her ass in the air and her legs spread wide. This is a place where porn sex is practiced, not the intimate love that makes a home lively. But that's also part of a young woman's life, and you can clearly feel how hard Alex is trying to be a good fuck for you and the surrounding eyes. Her pussy spasms hard, her juices flow, and her nipples almost poke through her thin shirt while she moans into your mouth.

"Claim me, Daddy! Paint my insides white and claim me in front of everyone!" And your daughter knows how to nurture your old, wounded heart. "Nobody fucks like you, Daddy!" She is so horny, all school must hear her, and you could fuck her all day. But this day isn't about you, and so you grant her her wish, taking her deep, hard and fast, kissing her with hot lips and shooting your cum deep into her welcoming cunt. Then, both of you out of breath, you lower her onto her wobbly legs. "Gosh, Dad, that was amazing. As always." She straightens her uniform and hair, then twirls in front of you. "I try and keep your cum inside for the whole day." Then the second bell rings. High time to hurry to school. Alex turns to you one last time as the last students enter the building. She pulls her panties aside, presenting you with her engorged, overflowing, and swollen cunny, then blows you a kiss and hurries into her new life, her phone with the pre-installed spyware and the slutbook account pressed tightly to her heart.