The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The Only One

By The Pen Is Mightier

I had just sat down in my easy chair after a long day of work when Daisy strutted into the living room. As subtly as I could, I let my eyes scan her sexy nineteen-year-old body. She was wearing a pair of cutoff shorts that barely covered her ass, along with a purple tube top that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Doing my best not to let my gaze linger on her generous breasts for too long, I tilted my head upward, catching her eyes with mine just as she brushed a golden lock of hair behind her ear. The sly smile she gave me told me everything I needed to know as I felt my cock twitch in my slacks.

“Hey, Mom,” she began, giving me a little wink before turning her attention to my wife, who was busy scrolling through videos on her phone. “Do you know anything about computers? My laptop isn’t coming on.”

“Honey, ask your father,” my wife replied, her eyes still glued to her phone.

I did my best not to giggle at my wife’s statement as Daisy turned back toward me. “Well, you heard Mom,” she said in a deceptively innocent tone. “Do you think you can get me turned on, Daddy?”

I let out a frustrated sigh that would have thoroughly impressed my old college drama instructor. “I suppose,” I grumbled, pushing myself out of my chair. “Where’s your computer?”

“Follow me,” she smiled, twirling on her heels and stepping toward the hallway.

“Don’t take too long,” my wife commented, still thoroughly immersed in flipping through videos as we exited the room. “Arnie will be home in a half hour with dinner.”

“Perfect,” Daisy replied, biting her lower lip as she took my hand and led me down the hall toward her room.

Thirty seconds later, Daisy pulled me into her bedroom, twisted the lock on the door, and practically dove into my arms as her lips locked onto mine.

“Hmm, somebody missed me,” I groaned between kisses as I pawed at her tits.

“Fuck, Daddy,” she moaned as quietly as she could. “I’m so horny. I need you inside me so bad.”

It didn’t take long for me to push Daisy backwards into her bed. I grinned wickedly as I unbuckled my belt. “Is this what you want?” I asked, pushing my work slacks down to the floor, revealing my rapidly hardening erection.

“Fuck, yes,” Daisy groaned, giving me a look of pure lust as I grabbed at her shorts, tugging them over her hips. A second later, I was crawling in bed on top of her, eliciting moans as I rubbed myself up against her slit.

“Fuck, you’re a wet slut,” I growled as I pressed my cockhead harder against her pussy lips, parting them slightly and picking up some of her juices as I rubbed up against her. Daisy let out a little moan, and I reached out, placing one of my hands over her mouth.

“Shh,” I whispered. “We don’t want anyone ruining our fun.”

With my hand still firmly over her mouth, I pressed my hips forward slowly, pushing my way into her wetness. Daisy let out a muffled groan as I buried myself deeper inside her tight, young hole. I let out a little grunt, burying myself completely inside her. Without a word, I pulled back slowly before burying myself inside her once more. Again and again, I pulled back, then plunged forward. Each time I picked up a little more speed, fucking her faster and harder.

Soon, I was savagely ramming into Daisy with hard, deep thrusts. She groaned and screamed into my hand, her muffled noises only serving to fuel my lust. My spare hand found her tits, freeing them from the skimpy top that was barely containing them. I rammed into her, slamming my hips against hers.

“You’re so tight.” I groaned, pounding into her fiercely.

Daisy grabbed the hand covering her mouth and temporarily pulled it away. “Tighter than Mom?” She asked, followed by a little moan.

“So much tighter,” I growled, replacing my hand.

Soon, Daisy started making lots of moans and groans, crying out into my hand. I could tell she was getting close, so I stayed the course, plowing into her with abandon. Not long after that, I felt her pussy clenching down on me as her whole body started shaking. I let out a grunt, my own orgasm rapidly approaching as she bucked her hips against mine and screamed into my hand. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I plunged down into the girl as hard as I could, letting out a low groan as I erupted, pumping Daisy full of my cum.

As our breathing slowed, I removed my hand from her lips and slowly pulled out as she smiled dreamily at me.

“I love you so much, Daddy,” she purred as we climbed back up to our feet and began cleaning up.

“I love you too,” I smiled, reaching for my slacks.

Now, I should it that I know how this looks. I mean, what kind of sick fucker would go and nail his own daughter? It’s gross. It’s disgusting. Any civilized person would probably get sick to their stomach just thinking about it. I know I would. And that’s why this little arrangement is so thrilling. You see, I’m not actually fucking my own daughter, because Daisy isn’t my daughter.

The truth is, Daisy is my girlfriend. I met her last year, just after her eighteenth birthday. We hit it off really well. So well that even though I’d never even considered cheating on Melinda before, when Daisy came on to me, I just couldn’t resist her. The attraction was immediate, and it was intense. Within about ten minutes of meeting her in that library, I practically dragged her back to the parking garage so I could fuck her in the backseat of my car.

I still sitting there after that first fuck, wondering how I was ever going to go on without this sexy young thing permanently in my life. It was like I had this instant connection with her, like I’d known her forever even though we’d only just met. I voiced my concern that I didn’t know how we could be together the way I wanted. That was when she told me her brilliant plan.

Daisy explained that she had been studying hypnosis. I guess that was what she’d been doing at the library that day when we met. She told me that I should bring her home with me. When I got there, she would go inside without me at first, and then she would hypnotize the rest of my family to believe she was our daughter. Then she could live right under my roof, and we could be together. It was foolproof.

About a half hour later, I gave Daisy a deep, lust-fueled kiss, and she climbed out of my car to head inside my home. I backed out of the driveway to go run to the hardware store, ensuring she had enough time to work her magic. Daisy assured me it would only take a few minutes, but I had one more errand to run anyway, so I told her to take her time. I waited until she was safely inside, then I drove off.

My first surprise at how much effort Daisy was putting into the charade came at the hardware store checkout. I opened my wallet to grab my debit card, and as soon as I did, I froze. There, in the little flap where I kept pictures of my family, was a photo of Daisy! I could hardly believe it. She must have had a photo on her and slipped it into my wallet after we had sex. Impressive. Smart, too. If Melinda ever went through my wallet, she might get suspicious if I had everyone else’s photos in there but not one of the girl who was supposedly our daughter. Daisy really was a brilliant young woman.

Of course, that’s not to say that everything worked out perfectly, at least not at first. The problems weren’t so much related to the rest of the family accepting Daisy as a daughter or sister. That part went stunningly well. As we held hands to say grace at the table that first night with Daisy in our home, both my wife and Arnie held Grace’s hands just like she’d always been part of our dinner rituals. During dinner, they all chatted and included her in the conversation, just like a real family would. Even after dinner, we all sat down and watched a movie, and nobody suspected for a second that the girl who was snuggled up under a blanket with me on the sofa wasn’t my daughter. When she reached out under the blanket and started stroking me slowly, I even looked over to my wife, who was happily watching the film and clearly had no clue that this girl was not related to us in any way.

No, the problem was with me. As Daisy explained it later, it seemed that her hypnosis on the rest of my family was working so well that from time to time it would rub off on me. As a result, I’d more or less start hallucinating and begin thinking that Daisy really was my daughter.

For example, there was this one day when Daisy and I had the house to ourselves. Before she left, Melinda had asked us if we could go through the basement to look for stuff to donate to the local charity thrift store. Of course, we’d barely made it to the basement and opened the first box before Daisy had my pants down and was on her knees, sucking me off with her pretty teen lips. As she sucked on my shaft, I found my eyes drawn to the box I’d just opened, a box filled with a bunch of old dolls.

“Oh, man, I these,” I remarked without really thinking as she continued servicing my shaft. “We used to play with these when you were…”

My voice trailed off as my head suddenly filled with memories. Memories of playing with those very dolls with Daisy, back when she was six or seven. This left me confused. How could I playing with dolls with my girlfriend when she was a little kid? Then, like a floodgate bursting, my mind flooded with memories. Teaching Daisy to ride her bike. Showing her how to roller skate. Taking her home from the hospital as a newborn. My eyes went wide, and I looked down at Daisy in horror as she bobbed up and down on me.

“Oh no,” I gasped. “You—you’re my daughter. Oh my God. What are we doing?!”

Pulling the girl off my rapidly deflating erection, I took a step backwards, doing my best to pull my pants back up. Daisy gave me a startled look as she rose swiftly to her feet.

I being panicked, and then… I don’t know what happened. Daisy said something. I can’t quite what it was, but suddenly, I felt strangely relaxed. As we stood there in the basement, I found myself realizing how foolish I’d been. Of course Daisy wasn’t my daughter. How could she be? We only met a few weeks earlier. No, Daisy was my girlfriend. My brilliant, thoughtful girlfriend. She must have planted these items in the basement. Those, and anything else that would make it seem like she was my daughter. She planted those items so Melinda and Arnie wouldn’t be suspicious of her. That’s all it was. She was just smart like that, and I was just confused. So confused.

A few minutes later, I found myself blinking and looking into Daisy’s smiling face.

“There you are,” she smiled. “Do you who I am?”

“Of course,” I grinned, taking a step up to her and wrapping her in my arms. “You’re my slutty little girlfriend.”

We didn’t get a lot of sorting done that afternoon. After my little freakout, Daisy wanted to make sure I was okay, and the only way she’d be satisfied was if I took her up to my bedroom and fucked her brains out.

“Oh, yes! Fuck, yes!” She screamed as I plowed into her. “Fuck me harder, Daddy! Fuck your little girl!”

Daisy definitely had a daddy kink, I thought to myself as I plunged into her again and again. Honestly, it was a little sexy, so I wasn’t going to stop her. Besides, it wasn’t like I was really her dad or anything.

After that incident, there were a couple more times where I got confused and thought Daisy was really my daughter, but luckily, Daisy was always there to remind me that it was the rest of my family who had been hypnotized into believing that. My family, and apparently everyone I knew. I don’t know how she did it, but somehow, that girl must have snuck in and hypnotized every last person that our family associates with. All of Melinda’s friends. All of my friends. Even Arnie’s friends, who rarely came over to our house, referred to her as Arnie’s sister when they were around, as though that was who she really was.

She even managed to hypnotize nearly every last person in my office. One day around lunchtime, one of my coworkers popped his head into my office to let me know that my daughter was there to see me. Surprised, I told him to send her in. Sure enough, a second later, Daisy strutted her way into my office, locking the door behind her. Later that afternoon, nobody in the office suspected anything. As far as everyone knew, that had been my daughter who came in to visit me, and we just had an innocent lunch together in my office. Little did they know that in reality, she was my secret girlfriend, and my “lunch” was eating her pussy out as she lay across my desk.

I’ll it that fucking Daisy in my office was pretty risky, but it wasn’t the most risky thing we ever did. Something I soon learned about Daisy was how much she loved pushing the line, getting as close to revealing our secret as possible without actually blowing our cover. It almost seemed like a fetish for her, to see how close she could get us to getting caught without getting caught.

For instance, take her nineteenth birthday. She’d convinced my wife that all she really wanted for her birthday was a fun, innocent daddy-daughter road trip. Of course, I knew as well as she did that what she really wanted was a week-long fuck-a-thon. Melinda agreed to it, because as far as she knew, Daisy was nothing more than our daughter, and the week of her birthday, we set out on the road.

That trip really was the best time ever, and Daisy and I fucked more in a week than I probably did with Melinda in the past year. On the night of her birthday, I had Daisy pinned to the bed, and I was rubbing my cock up and down her mound when her cell phone rang from the nightstand.

“It’s just Melinda,” I said, looking over to where “Mom” shone on her display.

“Answer it,” she groaned, giving me a little smirk. “I want to talk to her while we’re fucking.”

“You’re so dirty,” I grinned, reaching for the phone. “Hello?” I said as I answered it, still grinding against Daisy’s pussy lips. “Oh, sure, babe. She’s right here.” I handed the phone to Daisy and continued rubbing up against her slit.

“Oh, hi, Mom,” she chirped, doing her best to act like she wasn’t getting her pussy stroked by a hard cock while she chatted on the phone. “Yeah, it’s been great so far! Daddy has taken such good care of me,” she added, giving me a wink. I’ve got to it, it really was hot to be there, grinding on my teenage girlfriend while she talked on the phone with my clueless wife.

As they continued chatting, Daisy took hold of my cock, lining it up at her entrance and guiding it inside her. She did her best to act like nothing was happening, but as I filled her up, she couldn’t help but let out a little gasp that my wife must have heard.

“Oh, that?” She asked as I slowly began pumping into her. “I just, um, stepped on something. It’s okay now. Maybe Daddy can rub my foot for me.” She gave me a grin as I gradually picked up the pace, plowing into her again and again. For the rest of their call, Daisy did a really good job of hiding the fact that I was drilling into her. Every now and then she’d let out a little gasp, but my wife seemed to buy the line that I was giving her a foot rub and it just really felt good. Soon, though, it became obvious to me that her orgasm was getting closer.

“Anyway, Mom, I’ve got to—oh God, I’ve got to go,” she almost groaned into the phone. “No, I’m okay! Daddy’s just really doing great on this, ungh, footrub. Okay, I love you too. Byeee!”

Daisy had barely hung up the phone when she started crying out in pleasure. “Oh, fuck!” she wailed. “That was so hot, Daddy! I’m so close! Oh, I’m, I’m!” Daisy wailed out as her orgasm racked her body. As I plunged deep inside her pulsing cunt, I found my own orgasm rapidly building. With one final thrust, I buried myself inside her, letting loose and flooding her pussy with my cum. We grabbed at each other, our lips meeting as we collapsed in the bed.

After that trip, Daisy and I only grew closer. We still fuck like animals every chance we get, and as far as anyone knows, Daisy is nothing more than my sweet, nineteen-year-old daughter. The whole world thinks she’s my little girl, and I’m the only one who knows the truth.

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