Dad’s Mind-Controlled Daughters Chapter 3: Popping the Daughter’s Cherry

Dad’s Mind-Controlled Daughters

Chapter Three: Popping the Daughter’s Cherry

A Belt Buckle Mind-Control Story

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2021

Notes: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

After an hour of searching the internet, I could not find any match on the belt buckle my daughters had bought me. There were plenty that said “Best Dad,” but none were in quite the same style. Had quite the same shape to the panel.

“We bought it at Target, Daddy,” Janelle had texted me along with a picture of her breasts in the bathroom mirror at her college. “Do you want me to send you more pics?” my twenty-one-year-old daughter had added.

I had to hesitate at that. I knew there was something off about my daughters. Ever since I put on this belt, Janelle, Sarah, and Tonya had changed. They had all become absolute sluts for me, willing and eager to do anything for me. It didn’t have to be sexual, but they were all dripping to have sex with me. They even did things with each other to turn me on. And I knew it wasn’t just them, because my coworker Alex had asked me to bang his daughter and convince her to have sex with him.

You know, the way a “Best Dad” was supposed to have sex with his daughter. It was madness.

Target didn’t carry it. I couldn’t find it on Amazon or any of the other major retailers. Not Walmart or Nordstrom or J.C. Penney or Overstock.com. The belt had no manufacture’s name on it. It was almost like it had been handcrafted.

Handcrafted with some sort of magical spell on.

How insane was that?

It was completely insane.

“Hey,” Ginger, another of my coworkers said. She stepped before my desk and smiled down at me.

“Oh, hey,” I said. “I’m still working on that expense report. Sorry, I got bogged down with something else.”

“Oh, that’s fine,” she said, picking up a picture of me with my three daughters. My wife had died many years ago, when my youngest was only two. She smiled at it. “You have some great daughters.”

“Yeah, they’re something,” I said, all too aware that Janelle had sent a shot of those large breasts of hers, a big smile on her face. She had tits like her mother’s.

“Best dad,” she said, smiling at me. “That has to be you to raise such three perfect daughters.”

“Er…” I said.

“I need some parenting advice,” Ginger said, setting the picture down.

I swallowed, nervousness twisting about my guts. “Yeah?”

“It’s my daughter, Alexis,” Ginger said. She looked embarrassed. “She’s just… not…” She leaned down like this was such a shameful secret. “She’s not sleeping with her father like she should be. Maybe I’m not encouraging her enough?”

“Er…” I said. It was clear the shameful part wasn’t that she wanted her daughter to have sex with her husband but that her daughter wasn’t doing it at all. “Yeah, that might work.”

“Should I have her watch my husband and I having sex so she can see what a stud her dad is?”

I swallowed. “Yeah, maybe.” This was so insane. What did this belt buckle do to people? “That might work. I mean… how long have you wanted her to sleep with her dad?”

Ginger frowned. “I guess not long. I mean, I guess I wasn’t seeing what a problem it was until this morning, but it just hit me when I walked into work. She should be sleeping with her dad. I know your daughters are sleeping with you, right? You’re such a great dad, why wouldn’t they want to sleep with you?”

My cheeks burned.

“Well, I got to get back to the grind. Please, get me that expense report.” Ginger smiled at me. “I’ll let you know how it goes with Alexis.”

I leaned back in my chair and shook my head as she walked away from my desk. I looked around the office. We all had a very open floor plan. No cubicles. People were working at their desks. I shifted in my chair and stared at my computer.

What the fucking hell was going on? What was this belt?

I texted my youngest daughter. “Where did you and your sisters get the belt. I need to know the absolute truth.”

A minute later came, “We got it at Target. I picked it out.” Then came a winky face emoji and an upskirt shot of her pussy. “I’m so wet for you, Daddy. Hope this helps you get through work thinking of my pussy waiting for your cock to slide right in.”

I swallowed at the sight of my eighteen-year-old daughter’s shaved twat.

I closed that app before anyone saw the naked picture. They both said Target. And I had given them orders. They were doing everything else I asked for, so why would they lie about that. They didn’t bewitch it or something, right.

Magic. I couldn’t believe I was even considering something so insane as magic being real, but…

I worked on my expense report, wishing I had never put on the belt buckle, I just wanted to wear it. I felt weird when it wasn’t on. Was that the magic working on me? Probably. But why didn’t it make me accept this as normal?

Did whoever create it make it that way to fuck with me? Why? What would their motivation be?

“Hey, Trevor, how’s it going?”

Sean was standing before my desk, a mug of coffee in his hand. He was a tall guy in khaki slacks and a pin-striped t-shirt. I swallowed. “Need some parenting advice.”

He chuckled. “Well, you are the best dad. I’m sure everyone’s coming up to you to ask how you handle your daughters.”

I sighed. “And what do you want to know?”

“I’m seeing my daughter this weekend,” said Sean, “and I was hoping to, you know… Bond with her.” He winked. “Be a best dad like you. Any advice on how to get in her panties?”

I swallowed. “I mean, just let her know that you love her. That you support her. You won’t always agree with the things she does, but let her know that won’t change how you feel.”

“Right, right,” he said. “I do love her more than that crazy bitch who birthed her. I just have to show it to her. Maybe some champagne, you know, to set the mood. A romantic movie. And just let her know how much I love her. She’ll be in my bed all weekend. Damn, thanks, I know that will work. Why does it have to be so many days away.”

It was only Monday.

“Shit,” he groaned and walked off. “Thanks, man.”

This was insane.

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By the end of the workday, everyone who had a young adult daughter had come to me for advice on how they or their husband (or even ex-husband in the case of Maryann), could sleep with their daughters. They were all so eager for it. Like fathers should be sleeping with their daughters.

Now, I had Sarah in the car with me. I had picked her up from home. I had decided my slender and quiet middle daughter was perfect for helping Alex and his daughter, Britney, have sex. This was such an insane day. Why had I promised him I’d do this.

My dick throbbed hard. I knew why. Alex thought it might help if I fucked his daughter first. Used my “Best Dad” skills to get her to open up. I was a man. The idea of fucking his eighteen-year-old daughter before him was too much for me to resist.

“Did you enjoy those booty shots I sent you?” Sarah asked as I drove. She had her kindle in hand, reading one of her books. She was always reading. I had gotten her this Kindle Unlimited pass that let her read all the books she wanted and only cost me ten bucks or so a month.

“Yeah,” I said. By noon, all three of my daughters were sending me nudes of themselves while they were at their college.

She smiled. “Good.”

Sarah had a slender body, her breasts little handfuls that she showed off in the stretchy belly shirt she wore, her nipples poking at the material. She pushed up her glasses, her brown hair cut in a cute bob that framed her adorable face. Though not the youngest, she was the most innocent of my daughters. Tonya, though a year younger, had bigger breasts and emulated Janelle. My eldest daughter was a flirt and a wild girl. I mean, she was good at home, but she had dove into boys and dating, losing her virginity young. I did my best to be a good role model, but it was hard raising three daughters and working full time.

“I’m glad you chose me,” added Sarah.

I was just glad my girls didn’t throw a fit, especially Tonya. But when I told her I needed Sarah and that Tonya had to clean the house, my youngest had said, “Yes, Daddy!” and just did it. This new Tonya that did what she was told without throwing a fit was almost alien.

This belt buckle…

“Turn left on 128th Street,” the GPS said on my phone announced.

I got into the turn lane. I followed the GPS to Alex’s house. I had never been over there before. My stomach grew more and more nervous, twisting and churning until it was knotted into a complicated pretzel. What if his daughter wasn’t under the spell and freaked out on us?

As we pulled onto Alex’s street, my daughter turned off her kindle and slipped it onto the dash. She looked around, straightening up. She had her legs crossed, her skirt so short it barely covered her rump. She did not normally dress like this. She used to wear fairly conservative clothing.

“I’m so wet for this, Daddy,” Sarah moaned. “We’re going to help Britney be a good girl like me, aren’t we?”

“Why do you think it’s okay that good girls sleep with their dads?” I asked.

“Well, he has to be a good dad,” she said, smiling at me. “And you’re the best dad, so of course Janelle, Tonya, and I want to sleep with you. And you should be sleeping with other girls, too. Lots of daughters need a best dad in their lives, even if it’s not their own.”

“Fuck me,” I groaned.

“Okay, Daddy,” she said as I pulled to a stop. “Mmm, push back your chair and I’ll ride you right here.”

“That wasn’t a command but a curse,” I muttered.

“And it can’t be both, Daddy?” she asked. “I’m not wearing any panties.”

My dick throbbed. “No, no, we’re here to help Alex and Britney out. Plus, we’re on the street. What if someone sees us?”

“What if they do?” She shrugged. “Why would anyone think it’s wrong that I’m having sex with my daddy. They’ll know you’re an amazing father when they see me riding your cock.”

“But it’s in public,” I groaned, shocked by how open she was.

“It’s not like we’re boyfriend or girlfriend,” she said.