Daddy Visions

As Brin, you walk out of the hotel, your new body feeling alive and empowered. You strut down the street, your hips swaying seductively, and you feel eyes on you from all around. You bask in the attention, feeling more confident than ever before.

But suddenly, you're hit with a flashback. You remember a night when you and your dad took acid together. You had always had a complicated relationship with him, but on this night, you felt closer to him than ever before.

Your dad was a tall, muscular man with a thick beard and piercing blue eyes. You had always been drawn to him, even though you knew it was wrong. As the night wore on, you found yourself becoming more and more bold. You seduced your dad, begging him to suck your hard nipples and touch your wet pussy.

"Please, Daddy," you moaned, your voice thick with desire. "I need you to touch me. I need you to make me feel good."

Your dad hesitated at first, but you could see the desire in his eyes. He couldn't resist your advances.

"Please, Daddy," you begged, your voice filled with need. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me feel like a woman."

Your dad finally gave in, and he spread your legs wide open. He started to lick your pussy, his tongue exploring every inch of your wet folds. You moaned loudly, feeling the pleasure building up inside of you.

"Yes, Daddy," you cried out. "Right there. Oh, fuck, that feels so good."

Your dad then slid his fingers inside of you, fucking you with his hand. You writhed in pleasure, feeling the orgasm building up inside of you.

"Please, Daddy," you begged. "I need you to fuck me. I need you to fill me up with your cock."

Your dad didn't hesitate, and he slid his thick cock inside of you. He fucked you hard, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. You moaned loudly, feeling the pleasure building up inside of you.

"Yes, Daddy," you cried out. "Fuck me harder. I need to feel you inside of me."

Your dad fucked you for what seemed like hours, and you lost count of how many times you came. You felt a connection with him that you had never felt before, and you knew that this was a moment you would never forget.

As the flashback fades, you find yourself back in the present moment. You realize that you've been touching yourself, your hand moving quickly between your legs. You've had an intense orgasm, and you're leaning against the wall for support.

Harlow is standing in front of you, a sly smile on his face. "I see you're enjoying your new body," he says, his voice low and seductive.

You blush, feeling embarrassed. You had forgotten that Harlow was there, and you had let yourself get lost in the moment.

"I'm sorry," you say, your voice soft. "I didn't mean to do that."

Harlow chuckles, clearly amused. "Don't apologize," he says. "I'm here to help you explore your desires. And if that means letting you touch yourself, then so be it."

You nod, feeling a sense of gratitude. You know that Harlow is a dangerous man, but you can't deny the pleasure he brings you.

"Let's go to the party," you say, your voice confident.

Harlow grins, clearly pleased with your attitude. "That's the spirit," he says, taking your hand.