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Daughter’s Choice: Slut or Fuck Doll?

Daddy Still Loves Hypnosis



DeeDee Zee





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Table of Contents


Preface

Copyright

Foreword


Daughter’s Choice: Slut or Fuck Doll?


Afterword

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Daughter’s Choice: Slut or Fuck Doll?

Daddy Still Loves Hypnosis

Copyright © 2017 by DeeDee Zee


Published by I Luv SmutBux

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First Edition: October 2017

Smashwords Edition


No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.


This title is a work of FICTION. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.


All characters depicted in this title are 18 years of age or older.





Foreword


He has his daughter under hypnosis and uses that advantage to get sex. She knows he’s controlling her somehow, and doesn’t appreciate being forced into liking his attention. But Daddy’s patience with her is at an end. Either she’s a willing participant who loves sex with her father or he’ll use the hypnosis to turn her into a living sex toy for his pleasure.


This FICTION short is for ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY and is intended for MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). It contains father-daughter dubious consent incest sex, hypnosis mind control, sex toys, insertion, masturbation, anal play, anal sex, spanking, domination, humiliation, rough sex, and unprotected creampie sex.




Daughter’s Choice: Slut or Fuck Doll?


A weekend alone with my eighteen-year-old daughter Alicia meant only one thing—fun and lots of it. My wife had taken our son—more like dragged—to her sister’s wedding two states away. I’d gotten out of it because of mandatory overtime. Alicia had dodged by having a paper due. Both of us had been lying, and we’d both known that, but my wife hadn’t and that was all that mattered.

I smirked when yet another this sucks text came across my phone from my son. I texted back, Thanks for taking one for the team.

He replied with a shit emoji and a middle finger emoji.

Laughing, I put my phone away.

Alicia asked, “Is he still bitching?”

“You know he is.”

“Better him than me.” She stretched with her arms over her head, arching her back so her tits thrust into the air. Her big round tits that strained the fabric of her cotton shirt. Her nipples were outlined, revealing she hadn’t worn a bra… as usual.

“Can I see your tits?”

Alicia jerked forward with her arms over her chest and glared at me. “What the shit!? You fucking per—”

I flicked my thumb, sending the coin on it flipping end over end in the air, and then caught it before flipping it again.

My daughter stopped cold and stared, watching the coin, going into a trance state, succumbing to a hypnotic trigger I’d implanted in her shortly after her eighteenth birthday. It was the easiest way to get her to give me what I wanted when I wanted it. One command per coin toss.

Her angry expression relaxed, and she nodded. “Sure, Daddy.” She lifted her shirt to her neck, baring her tits. Her pink nipples got hard before my eyes as the cool air hit them.

“In fact, just take your shirt off.” I flipped the coin twice more.

“Okay.” Alicia yanked her shirt off and tossed it aside.

“You have the best tits, baby.” I wagged one finger against her right nipple, causing my daughter to giggle. “Tickle. Tickle. Tickle.” And then I pinched it twice. “Honk. Honk.”

“Daddy, you’re so silly.”

I sat back and counted down in my head. When I reached one, Alicia gasped and startled. The trance state was over. It only had a shelf-life of five minutes. On purpose. I could have made it longer, but I saw this as training my daughter to obey. One day I wouldn’t need the coin. But until then, I got to enjoy her reactions when she realized she’d done something she didn’t remember doing.


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