Somnus Nox Series Mind-Control Erotica #7

“Oh, yeah,” I groan. “That’s it. Right there, Mol.”

My hands slide into the pastel lavender hair of my daughter, looking at her from beneath my hooded eyes. She’s on her knees, her tennis skirt flared high around her upper thigh, and her t-shirt covering the tits I wish I had my face buried in.

Her pink, glossy lips form an O as she takes me back into her mouth. My cock slides along her tongue, her saliva coating me. She takes me down until she gags on the tip, and her eyes squeeze shut as she seizes up.

Molly’s eyes open as she holds me there, pulling me off. “You have to watch!” she insists. “That is what got you hard, after all.”

“Shut up,” I tease. “You got me hard, lookin’ all beautiful in that little skirt with your ass out.”

Her face flushes pink, as if that’s the most insane thing about us-about this. Me, mentioning her ass, as if she hasn’t had my cock stuffed down her throat for the past five minutes in this park. As if we hadn’t crossed a line months ago and haven’t looked back since.

As if she’s not my daughter.

“So, who’s this?” I ask Molly, my breathing labored as Molly continues sucking me off. Her throat works around me, and she pulls up again, her tongue curling around it, as she taps the tip against her lips, holding my shaft with her free hand. Her other hand is cupping my balls, as I taught her to when she gives blowjobs. She’s gotten fucking good at them over the last few months.

“That’s Hannah,” she tells me, as I look back at the still image on my phone. “She’s the one I’m hoping to get partnered with on the next project.”

I hum my acknowledgment and nod. I’m trying to focus on the black-haired woman in the videos who’s spread for, apparently, her own father, on her hands and knees, her thighs spread obscenely to expose a pretty, puckered asshole that’s clearly been played with. She’s fucking gorgeous, and I envy the bastard who got to bury his cock in that ass, especially as I flick my eyes to Molly.

“Would you ever want my cock in your ass, baby?”

Molly chokes, her shoulders tight as she blushes, hard. Her mouth opens and closes, her words stuttered.

“You don’t have to be shy with me,” I coo at her, cupping her cheek. I stroke my thumb over it, brushing dark lashes and a heavily freckled face. “I know enough of your fantasies, Mol. You can’t surprise me anymore.”

“I… I have plenty,” she mumbles, ducking her face away before she gives little kitten licks to the head of my cock.

“Yeah? Do you want to tell me about them? You want to feel what’ll make my cock twitch in that dirty, slutty mouth of yours?”

Molly’s face is as red as the flowers that seclude us in the park, the rose garden that we’re covered within, and a bench that gives us a little sun trap. We’d barely sat down before she was sinking to her knees, already working at my pants. I wanted to go somewhere slightly more public, maybe fuck her against a tree, but Molly insisted on trying public play with an element of seclusion.

She was shy, I understood that.

But I was hungry for a way to release that inhibition.

I swipe to the next thing on Molly’s phone gallery. It’s a video done in an interview style, the same black-haired girl from before. She wears a smug smile that looks as though she promises men a fun time for a living. I can only imagine what she put her father through. My cock twitches at the thought.

“Can you confirm you were a willing participant in this experiment, Hannah?” A voice off-screen asks.

Hannah smirks. “Oh, fuck yea-sorry, yes. Yes, I was.”

“Don’t worry, you can be casual in here,” the voice says. Male, deep. Almost a careless twang to his voice. Something lazy yet smooth. “And how long did it take you to go under?”

“Seconds, really,” Hannah answers. “Yeah, I just did everything I was told to do. Queue up the song, earbuds in, watch on. It all happened so fast.”

The man mutters to someone else about how willing and unwilling both have a similar time to feel the effects of the mind control. I pause the video.

“This mind control,” I begin. “What’s it all about?”

At that, Molly perks up. Her tits bounce with her excited movement, and I don’t deny myself reaching out to grab one, startling her. She looks around, and I bite back a laugh.

“You’ve just sucked me off for the last five minutes,” I mock. “Don’t go shy on me now, sweetheart.”

When she doesn’t answer immediately, I yank her closer, earning myself a little groan when I grip her hair too hard.

I lean down. “When I ask something, you answer. Yes?”

“Yes,” she whispers, her eyes fixed on me, already hazy. I’ve discovered just how much she enjoys discipline like this. It’s as if she’s really getting off on the concept of her father reprimanding her-except now it becomes sexual, and I can see the thrill in her eyes. The thrill she quickly tampers down, as if still awkward about her desires.

“Tell me what it’s about, and why you’re showing me. You’re clearly interested in some way, hmm? Is that it? My little perverted daughter wanting to be controlled against her will?”

Her thighs press together, and I laugh darkly. “You-you’re the perverted one,” she mumbles, no true bite to it, but I laugh again. I draw a circle over and over her nipple, listening to her sharp inhale.

“I know, and I’m not ashamed of it.” Then it clicks. “Is that it? If you’re controlled like this, then you don’t have to think about all these filthy desires of yours?” I bring her closer, looming over her. “Does it turn you on and fill you with shame how much you lust for your own father’s cock? Does it make you shy to know that your thoughts are always filled with that? Answer me, Molly.”

“Yes,” she whispers. “But… but there’s more. Keep the video going.”

I release her, turning my focus reluctantly back to Hannah, and press play. While I do, Molly busies herself with leaving little kisses and sucks into my inner thighs. Her teeth scrape over my skin, and it all goes right to my erection. She works her way back to my cock, sinking down and hollowing her cheeks, and I release a long groan. My hips work in small circles to guide the rhythm.

“You say that you could answer your father,” the man is saying off-screen again.

Hannah nods. “Right. I felt out of body, like I was there, that I could react and feel everything happening but wasn’t fully present. That, I remember. Like, when I woke up, I felt the after-effects of intense sex, and I could remember why, but the memories were like… I don’t know. The morning after a night on booze.” She huffs a laugh, and I slide my focus to my daughter, starting to understand it all.

“This is…”

“Alex,” Molly answers. “My boss. He’s the programmer. He got our funding, and our creator-everyone-on board. He collects all the data.”

I jerk a sharp nod.

“If you weren’t present,” Alex continues, “how could you answer him so clearly? You programmed a response into your mind control-a very clever addition, by the way-and you answered commands, but sometimes you went out of the boundary of what the control allows.”

“Those moments were when I was on the edge of waking up.”

“Yet those moments, when we cross-referenced them, showed you were calm and asleep.”

Hannah shrugs. “Wakeful slumber? Somewhere in limbo? Maybe I just had the hots for my dad that I just had to keep some sexy awareness for myself. It could be because I chose to go under. I was prepared-mind and body.”

I grin as the pieces click together. Why wouldn’t a shy girl awkward about her own lusts want this? A way to let go of her worries while still partially experiencing everything?

“Will it have the same effect for us?” I ask, letting Molly know I was onto her and that I wanted this just as much as she did. That I would have her ass, her pussy, whatever I could take.

She comes up for air and nods. “After this interview, Alex added a new function for women who will be aware. It’s called ‘in limbo’.”

“Tell me what you want, baby,” I tell her.

She gets a hand around my length, and my balls tighten just at the sight of my soft-faced daughter, who has nothing of this Hannah’s smirk, nothing of her sharp speech. No, my girl is softer, curvier, a doll of a girl who just wants what she wants and doesn’t always know how to voice it.

And what’s a dad for if not to guide and teach?

“I…” She swallows, and I buck my hips, reminding her to continue her ministrations when her hand stops. “I know I’m shy. I don’t have a lot of sexual confidence like… Well, like Hannah. Like my friends at work, who are all desperate to try the app out. Brothers, uncles, dads. Even a mother for one girl. If I hadn’t left the bathroom door unlocked that day, letting you walk in when you did, knowing you would, and had myself ready for you, to see if you’d do what I couldn’t, and cross that line…” She blushes, shaking her head. “I want to do this for us. For you. I want to know what it feels like to be confident with what I want until I can do it naturally.”

“Tell me what you want from me,” I say. “I promised that day in the bathroom, when I had you pressed to the glass stall, that I’d take care of you, didn’t I?”

She nods, suckles on my tip, as if it’s a comfort, and then continues. “I have a fantasy of teasing other men, other boys, having you watch me turn them down because I’m yours. I want you to know just how much power you have over me. I want to be claimed by you in front of everyone. I… I’d do it live but I don’t think I’m able yet, yet I want this.”

She barely finishes her sentence before I’m dragging her face to mine and kissing her. It would be so easy to pull her onto my lap, slide those panties aside, and slide my cock into her, but I want to wait. I want her mouth, want my come staining her lips, and I want her where I can hear her pretty moans as loud as I want.

I tease her lips apart with my tongue, suckling on it, and hearing her gasp in response. She kisses me back with more tongue and teeth, and then we’re fighting, Molly almost kneeling up as if to clamber onto my lap of her own accord. My hands glide up her waist, thumbing over her nipples through her t-shirt. She followed my directions and did not wear a bra. For weeks, she hasn’t worn one when we’ve gone out in public-I’m so proud of my baby. Guiding my nail over her nipple, I hear her muffled whimper as she groans for more. I know she’ll be wet already-I can’t fucking wait to taste her back at the house.

“Baby, you don’t need to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” I tell her, pulling back. “You’re fucking beautiful. Gorgeous. I don’t need Hannah or any of the other girls you work with. I don’t need someone more confident-”

“That’s the thing,” she insists. “I am comfortable, I’m just not confident to claim what I truly want. I don’t know what stops me but I want it so bad, Dad.”

Her voice is so small, and I can only cup her face, kissing her mouth lightly. “Then you’ll have it. Get me everything I’ll need, and I’ll sort it all out, sweetheart. Sound good?”

Her face lights up. “Sounds perfect. Can we film it? For work, of course.”

For work, I think, smirking. Sure. “As long as I can have a personal copy.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it otherwise.”

“Good.” I kiss her and leave my mouth against hers as I murmur, “Now be a good girl and finish me off.”

I relax back as Molly slinks back on her heels, her hands sneaking back to between my legs, rubbing my taint as she mouths over my balls before sliding up my length. Her tongue drags along a thick vein on my length, and I shudder, hissing.

“That’s it, baby,” I whisper. “God, you’re so good at this. Gonna fucking-gonna dress you up like a little slutty student. I’ll be your damn professor, teach you everything, and give you a goddamn A-star.”

She giggles around my cock before she takes me in my entirety, not even blanching now when it hits the back of her throat. God, the thought of her doing any of this in front of anyone-the public risk of it, the show she’ll put on under my utter command, the power she’ll show that I have over her…

It all tips me over, even as I hear people walking past the rose garden on the other side of the hedge wall.

They could walk right in and find us.

It only makes me empty myself into Molly with a shout that I don’t bother covering up.

Maybe this app will finally let me try out all my kinks with my daughter. I can’t wait.

***

There’s a woman who glides through the Pandemonium club, and she looks like my daughter, but she’s not.

Except she is.

She fucking is, and yet it’s the furthest thing from my daughter that I’ve ever seen.