I knew my sex addiction had gotten out of control but this? This was a new low for me. I stared at the message I'd just sent under the fake account I made. I had really done it, and even as guilt and shame washed over me it couldn't stop the persisting pulse from my pussy that overtook all other feelings involved. God yes, I really fucking did it. It didn't matter what he'd say back, it didn't matter if he even read it. All that mattered was the urge to be the worst version of myself. I crossed the line from being able to justify my fantasies and telling myself I wasn't actually a slut, that it was all just fiction and porn. It finally became a reality. I really was a slut. They weren't just fantasies, I TRULY enjoyed being used in the sickest ways. The feeling of acceptance washed over me in a way that released so much tension in my chest. I really was a slut, so what's the need for guilt or shame anymore when I'm just doing what's natural to me? The more I accepted these thoughts as I stared at the screen, the less I could think until I found myself sliding my leggings down to my ankles and spreading my legs open. I stared at the message and rubbed my clit, imagining the look on his face when he opens it up. The text read; "Just letting you know your daughters a whore,enjoy!" Below the line was several pictures of my pussy on full display for him. I didn't have the nerve to send him pics from myself out of fear, I'd never actually met my dad though I knew what he looked like and I'd rather not risk that much embarrasment just yet. I'd always fantasized about the idea of meeting him someday, praying he wouldn't recognize me, slamming my body against a wall, fucking his daughters tight cunt until he couldn't see straight, and right as he's about to cum I'd look up in his eyes and tell him I'm his daughter and let him pump his thick load deep inside me when it was too late to stop. As amazing as the thought was, I obviously no longer held any form of self control and couldn't stop myself or be patient anymore. My soaked cunt pulsed as I pictured him stroking his cock to my pics knowing his daughter was out there somewhere spreading her legs and sending pics for anyone to see. I closed my eyes and plunged my fingers into my pussy rapidly, replacing my hand with his thick cock in my mind. The new high felt incredible, I wanted more; I wanted to suck the cum off his cock after he fucked me. I wanted dads long shaft slowly pumping in and out of my mouth as I savored every drop. Somewhere deep in me I knew if he didn't care about trying to raise a daughter, then he couldn't give a fuck about breeding her either and I wanted whatever part of daddies acceptance I could get. I was almost over the edge and my eyes fluttered open to look at the texts, sending me rolling over into the hardest orgasm I'd ever had. He'd read it.