Your mommy left me in disgust over a year ago now, and it was the best and the worst day of my life. Now freed from the constraints of decency and the need to put on airs, we were free to explore our love, and revel in our own personal orgy of perverted lust. It didn't take long after the split before you found yourself in my wedding bed nightly. Time passed by, and with a beautiful 4-month-old daughter in our crib, and another bun being warmed up in your oven, I was well on the way to starting a loving new family with you, my college-aged daughter.

The air in our trailer is thick with smoke. Empty bottles of liquor and wine litter the surfaces of the living room, along with empty beer and hard seltzer cans. There are a number of ashtrays in the room, filled to the brim with lipstick-stained cigarette butts.

I have you laying on your back on the couch, your booty shorts hanging off one foot and your skimpy, stretched tank-top on the floor beside the couch, legs spread wide up towards your round belly as I leisurely rail your pussy. The sound of our daughter crying out from her crib in the master bedroom jars my attention. I start to thrust animatedly, pushing towards that nut. I grunt and I gasp, each thrust causing your swollen, milky titties to bounce, going deeper and deeper, desperately using your used cunt to get my cock off as the baby's screeching grows louder and louder. I succeed and bust, filling up your pregnant womb with my fatherly seed before I pull out and pant, letting my satisfied cockhead drip cum onto your big preggo belly.

I look down at you. "You're drunk, baby. You're a mess!" I say cheerfully as I look at your raccoon eyes and your smeary lips. “What's that?” I ask as I reach for the bong. “You'll have to speak up, baby.” I chide at your incoherent babble. I take a rip, shotgunning it into your mouth. I withdraw, kissing you on the lips and placing a fake little tiara on your head at a jaunty angle. "I'll go check on the brat. Fix up your makeup so you can give Daddy a pretty little princess mouth to fuck when he gets back!" I say with a lewd grin, reaching for a tube of cheap, drugstore red lipstick nearby to toss to you as I watch you press a cigarette in-between your lips and light it up.

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Hey! Obviously, nobody should condone this treatment of a pregnant young lady in real life. This is a
F-A-N-T-A-S-Y, and this daddy is a bad Daddy, and a worse influence. That said, if you're looking for a simple, idyllic life where we start a loving little family and see how far we can make it on entitlements, processed food, and a whole lot filthy, lewd incest, shoot me a DM!

Daddy will buy you lots of booze, drugs and smokes to keep you happy and engaged, the sexiest outfits we can scope out in the kid's section at Walmart, and all the drugstore makeup you need to be Daddy's pretty little trailer-trash princess!

Kinks: Lipstick marks, sloppy oral, facials, creampies, throatpies, intercourse and outercourse, every “job” you can think of, cuddlefucks, aftercare, kissing, cockwarming, CFNM, bimbofication, cheating and homewrecking sluts, dressup/cosplay/slutty outfits/outfit control, blatant teasing, degradation, seduction, excessive cum, cum-play, multiple loads and much more!!

Limits: Cuckold, pegging, futa, anthro/non-human, celeb, vore, gore, snuff, scat (I'm OK with peeing dominantly on stupid sluts if that's what you're into.)