'Missy?' Jack called out for his eighteen year old daughter as he came through the front door. Getting no reply he called another couple of times, then checked her room... nothing. Good, he thought, she was at one of her friends' houses for the evening. Changing out of his suit and tie, Jack settled down in front of his home computer in just his bathrobe, socks, and slippers, a six pack of beer at hand (even though he couldn't find the cooler), and a box of tissues and bottle of hand cream at the ready, just in case. Reminding himself not to forget to clear his browser history later on, Jack logged on to the website Phil from accounts had mentioned to him: a website called disappointingdaddy...
The site came up and, skipping reading the legalese bullshit these sites always had to cover their asses, Jack clicked on the 'enter' button. He was pleased to see that Phil had been right on the money as pictures and video clips of good-looking jailbait girls doing all sorts of freaky shit filled up the screen. The girls looked about eighteen, Missy's age, and Jack smiled to himself as he wondered if any of his daughter's little friends were on there. That'd be a real treat. He'd watched most of them grow up, but nowadays when they came round the house and flaunted their pert little eighteen year old bodies in their skimpy outfits right in front of him, calling him 'Mister Carmichael' with their lips painted whore-red... well, no hot-blooded man could fault him for cracking one off in the bathroom as soon as he had the chance, right?
He'd had women since Missy's mother had left them both and run off with her dentist, of course, and was banging Clara, the big-boned Black woman who cleaned for them twice a week, but that was hardly the same thing.
Clicking on a few images and clips at random, Jack soon got the hang of what the site was about. As far as he could see it was spoilt little rich girls who did sick things to themselves in order to get back at the daddies they were mad at. One image showed a pretty blonde thing with the letters 'WH' and 'RE' tattooed either side of her mouth, so when she formed her lips into an 'O' it spelled out 'whore'; the accompanying text explained that daddy hadn't given her permission to get a tattoo because 'it would make her look like a whore'.
There was rating system, and Jack gave that one four out of five stars... or little pink lipstick kisses as the graphics on the site declared the overall ratings. A video clip showed a cute, petite, redhead with hardly any breasts to speak of getting fucked in pussy, ass, and mouth all at the same time by three Black guys. The girl paused between sucking the one guy off, to explain to her daddy that it was because he'd yelled at her from bringing a Black guy home. The title of the clip was 'Banged by Gangstas', but Jack thought the guys looked more like average middle-class guys the girl's own age, not some street punks, so only gave that one a three out of five, despite the fact it was still pretty hot watching the redhead take three Black cocks.
Jack felt himself getting nicely turned on, but it wasn't until he clicked on a clip entitled 'Why wouldn't you buy me a pony, daddy?' and watched an Asian girl sucking off a horse that he reached for the hand cream and tissues. When the horse-cum hit her face... five out of five...
Navigating around the site a bit, Jack glanced through various images and videos in the archives, then clicked on the 'new princesses' button which took him to a listing of the latest uploads to the site. He looked at a few, rating them as he went, slowly whacking off as he did so, taking his time and sipping his beer.
Then he spotted a new video entitled 'Stop bugging me about college daddy'. Jack chuckled -- the number of times he'd had to lecture Missy about the importance of getting into a good college, about making something out of her life... well, he almost felt sorry for the guy who's 'little princess' made the video.
He clicked on the link...
... And felt his heart skip a beat and the blood drain from his face as, after a moment or two of shaky camera-work, the image went steady and the smiling face of his own daughter, Missy, moved into view...
'Hi daddy!' Missy gushed in her happy, sing-song, voice, giving a little wave to the camera, 'You know I hate it when you bug me about college, so...'
Missy stepped back a bit, to reveal she was wearing what looked to be her old plaid school skirt from a few years back -- now way too short for her, white ankle socks and those damned pink-sequined 'street-walker' high-heels he'd ordered her to throw away. On top she was wearing a white cotton T-shirt, again a couple of sizes too small, and quite obviously no bra, as her nipples were clearly erect and doing their best to press through the thin fabric.
To Jack's added horror on the T-shirt was neatly and clearly printed the message: $1oo per blowjob. Her blonde hair was up in girlish bunches, secured with tacky plastic hair bands shaped like little pink hearts, and she'd plastered her eyes with mascara and eye-shadow, painted her lips pink, and applied a little blush to her cheeks. Turning her back to the camera, Missy bent forwards, legs together and knees straight, and Jack got a clear view of his daughter's panties-free rear.
The camera was angled down at what appeared to be a patch of grass next to a grey concrete wall -- it could have been anywhere for all Jack knew. Missy was bending over to arrange a couple of items on the ground: his missing cooler, and a shoe-box, on which was written in black felt-tip, in Missy's hand-writing, 'Missy's college fund'. The box lid was decorated with glitter hearts and stars.
Picking up the shoe-box, Missy straightened and turned back to the camera with a smile, 'Now, daddy, I know you've been putting money away for my college fund... you've told me so enough times... but I thought...' she stopped and glanced off-camera, then turned back, looking both nervous and excited, and said, '... I better explain later, daddy: someone's coming over!'
With that Missy angled the camera down a bit more, turned to face to the left of the screen, and sank to her knees. The bottom half of a man -- suit trousers and smart black shoes -- stepped into view in front of Jack's kneeling daughter. She was smiling up at the guy as Jack heard a man's voice -- somewhat muffled and distant, since the camera microphone was angled at Missy, not him -- ask, 'Is this for real, kid?'
'Oh yes, Sir,' chirped Missy back at the guy.
'A hundred's a bit steep, you know...' the anonymous man replied. Missy looked a little crestfallen, and Jack sat forwards a little, clutching at the straw that maybe she wouldn't go through with it.
'I am new to this,' Missy admitted, looking down at her own T-shirt, 'but I hope to give a lot of blowjobs today, so I can get better really quickly. Daddy always says perseverance is so important to a young lady, "practice, practice, practice" he says,' she wagged her finger and scowled as she did an impression of Jack chiding her, 'and "study, study, study -- that's what good girls do", and I do so want to be a good little girl!'
'I still think it's a bit much...' the man retorted.
Missy pouted and gave the guy the same puppy-dog eyes she gave Jack whenever she wanted something out of him, 'Would it be okay if I gave you the blowjob first, and we discussed the money afterwards?' she asked. Jack could hardly believe what he was hearing -- was she that desperate to do this?
The man sounded more cautious than Jack reckoned he'd have been in his place,
'Hmmm... Okay, then... but this better not be some scam, kid.'
'Oh no, Sir,' Missy seemed eager to convince the guy, 'like I said, I want to be a good little girl.'
'Fine.' The guy started to undo his belt and pants, but Missy reached out and stopped him,
