The Mind Control Device Short: Daddy & Daughter Play Naughty Truth or Dare

The Mind Control Device Short

Daddy & Daughter Play Naughty Truth or Dare

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

Rosa and Natalie, eighteen-year-old virgins, are shopping with Rosa’s father Hector when the mind-control device is activated. Wholesome Foods is about to be despoiled as Dean Michaels makes his second test of his creation.

The two virgins are bout to lose their cherries. Neither will remember the moment when Hector rams his cock into his daughter Rosa and Dean Michaels plunges through Natalie’s cherry. The debauchery was supposed to be forgotten.

All evidence was supposed to be erased from the subjects’ minds.

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Rosa Andalucia– Moments after Deactivation

I blinked and shook my head. I suddenly felt so hot. A dizzy wave washed over me. I stumbled and found myself clutching to my friend Natalie. She grabbed me, her blonde hair swaying about the pale skin of her face. The White girl panted, her green eyes wild.

Nearby, my father shook his head. He ran a hand through his short, brown hair. He was a tall guy, towering over Natalie and me. My eighteen-year-old body felt feverish. Turned on. I squeezed my legs together, feeling so lewd between my thighs.

Like I’d just been masturbating.

A wave of disorientation washed over me. I couldn’t remember how I got here. Not in Wholesome Foods, but where I stood at the top of the cereal aisle. Hadn’t I been over by the produce or something? I blinked, struggling to gather myself.

“Wow,” said Natalie, her pale hand gripping my flesh. The White girl’s skin was lighter than my golden-brown hue. She leaned in close. “I just had the naughtiest idea that the cute teacher guy we saw took my cherry.”

“What?” I gasped as a wave of heat rushed through me. Flashes popped into my mind of my father thrusting his cock into my pussy.

I glanced over at Daddy. His chest rose and fell. He looked over at me. Our eyes met for a moment and cries burst in my mind of me gasping and moaning as he fucked me. My pussy clenched as the heat rushed through me.

Why would I think of something so kinky?

It was so wrong. He was my dad! A girl shouldn’t think of her father like that, but the flashes kept bursting through me. Moments of him thrusting into me. My twat clutching to his dick. Cumming on him. A burst of rapture that would explode through me.

“You’re thinking of your dad fucking you, aren’t you?” Natalie whispered.

“What?” I gasped, shame burning through me. “No!”

“Liar,” she said, her hand squeezing tight about my wrist.

“How do you even know that?” I asked her, my heart pounding.

My friend winked at me.

I felt all flushed and hot as Dad shook his head. Then he moved over to our shopping cart, his butt looking so hot in his jeans. I bit my lip and couldn’t believe I was staring at my dad like that. What was wrong with me?

Natalie slipped her arm into mine as we followed my dad through the grocery store to finish the shopping. I felt so disoriented. Discombobulated. Nothing felt right. It was all so strange to have these ideas.

My poor panties were so wet. I would have to change when we got to my house. It was Saturday, and Natalie was sleeping over. It was a fairly common occurrence for us even now. We enjoyed hanging out and talking about boys. Sometimes, we went over to Natalie’s house and other times mine.

Did Natalie think about her own dad taking her cherry sometimes? Was that how she knew what I was thinking about.

“Mmm, your dad’s got a hot ass,” Natalie said.

My cheeks blazed hot again. “What?”

She giggled. “It’s cool. You’re secret’s safe with me.”

“What secret?” I groaned.

She winked at me.

We checked out. I tried to distract myself with a copy of Seventeen I pulled off the magazine rack and then flipped through, but the idea of having sex with my dad and giving him my cherry was something that just wouldn’t leave me. The beep-beep of the scanner rang out as my eyes were locked on my dad. He was a tall man. Strong. Black hair.

Natalie hummed beside me, sounding amused. She only made my cheeks hotter. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. He was my dad. That was the wrongest thing in the world for a girl to lust for. I should be thinking about hot boys and hunky movie stars.

At home, I helped Dad unload the food then he let us order pizza. I called up on the phone and soon we had the pies on the way. As we waited, Natalie and I both changed. My panties were so wet. I had to really mop myself up. I couldn’t believe how much was leaking out of me.

It was all so pearly and white like… Like… My mind fizzled for a moment and then I went back to cleaning up.

It wasn’t long after Natalie and I had finished our cleanup when the pizza had arrived, we ate it in the living room. Dad was on his recliner while Natalie and I were sitting on the couch, legs bent. A dumb superhero movie played—something my dad and Natalie both loved—while my thoughts were unwholesome as possible.

Dad’s cock breaking my hymen. Plunging into me. Making me cum on him. Just snippets. Little flashes like my memories had been scrubbed away, but not thoroughly enough. There were little patches missed, brief moments out of context.

It was all so ridiculous.

“Let’s play truth or dare,” Natalie said, turning off the TV. “You in, Rosa?”

“Sure,” I said, wanting to take my mind off Dad.

“Well, I’ll leave you two girls to it,” Dad said. “Night Rosachika and Natalie.”

“Oh, no, don’t go, Mr. A.,” Natalie said. She snagged my dad’s hand. “It’s more fun when it’s three. You have to stay. You’ll make Rosa so happy if you do.”

“What?” I gasped, my cheeks blushing.

Dad looked down at me. He stood so high, towering over the pair of us. His eyes were on us. I swallowed, my cheeks burning from the heat his gaze stirred up in me. My heart pounded, this wild beat that rushed exhilaration through my veins.

“Sure, I’ll stay and play,” he said. “For you, Rosachika.”

“Awesome, Mr. A.!” Natalie grabbed one end of the coffee table. My dad the other. They moved it closer to the TV to give us space “There.”

We all slipped onto the floor, forming a little circle. Natalie was to my right and Daddy to my left. I sat cross-legged, my panties feeling so wet. I couldn’t believe Dad was playing. The way Natalie was acting, the naughty White girl would be out to embarrass me.

“Rosa, truth or dare,” Natalie said grinning at me.

“Truth,” I said cautiously.

“How many boys have you kissed?”

Embarrassment flushed through me. I glanced at Dad, squirming as he had this tight smile on his lips. They were such strong lips. What would they be like to… “It’s three,” I blurted out. “That’s it. And you know that.”

“But your dad didn’t,” Natalie said, smiling at me. “Your turn.”

“Natalie, truth or dare?” I said, wanting to get back at her.

“Truth!” She looked so unafraid of anything I would ask her.

“How many boys have you kissed?”

Natalie boldly, even proudly, glanced at my dad. “Five.”

Dad just swallowed. Then he realized it was his turn. “Eh, Rosachika, truth or dare?”

I hesitated. “Truth?” It came out as a question more than a statement. I wasn’t sure I wanted to play with my dad.

“Um, well, do you love your father?”

My cheeks blazed with those memories. “Well, yeah, Dad.”

“You need to take this seriously, Mr. A.,” Natalie admonished. “Truth or dare, Mr. A.?”

He drew in a deep breath as if he were bracing himself. “Truth.”

“How many women have you been with.”

My eyes bulged.

Dad groaned. “Uh, seven.”

My cheeks burned as I realized it was my turn. I bit my lip. “Natalie, truth or dare?”

“Dare!” Her blonde hair flew as she threw her arms up into the air. “Dare! Dare! Dare!”

“Uh, I dare you to drink an entire can of soda without stopping.”

“Ugh, that’s child’s play,” she said and darted to the kitchen. Her skirt swirled around her pale thighs. She came back with a diet cherry coke. She popped the lid and winked at me.

She chugged. Her throat worked as she gulped down more and more of the liquid. She tilted her head back, which pressed her round breasts against her top, her nipples hard. I had sudden flashes of touching those breasts. Like we had done something, too, in the store and forgotten it.

But we had never fooled around.

The heat rushed through me as Dad and I watched her finish chugging her drink. She let out a long, satisfied aaaah and then crushed the can in her hand in triumph. She giggled and then sank down onto her knees.

“Easy, peasy!” she said. “You’re up, Mr. A.”

“Uh… Natalie, truth or dare?”

“Ooh, dare!” Her green eyes flashed to my dad. “Give it to me, Mr. A.!”

“Let’s see… Do the splits.”

My friend rolled her eyes. “You two are not even trying.”

She stood up again and then she sank down on her legs. Bare feet slid across the carpet as she went down. In a flash, she had both her legs stretched out in opposite directions. Her skirt fluttered around her as she threw up her arms.

“Ta-da!” she said.

Dad shook his head like he couldn’t believe she was limber enough to do that. Even I had trouble believing it, and I had seen her do it so many times at college during gym class. She held it for a moment longer then slid out of it.

“Okay, Mr. A., truth or dare?” Natalie said, a naughty gleam in her eyes.

Dad hesitated. “Dare.”

My friend grinned. It was so wicked and naughty. “I dare you to kiss your daughter for thirty seconds.”

I couldn’t help how I perked up at that. This excitement rushed through me. Daddy glanced over at me. He swallowed, his brown eyes so rich and warm. My heart thundered a mile a minute. Natalie rubbed her hands on her knees, a big smile on her lips.

My heartbeat so fast. I fanned my face and swallowed.

Daddy leaned in towards me. This was happening. He was going to kiss me. I lifted my head. My pussy clenched. I could smell a faint scent of spice around him. It was an exciting and manly smell that had my head dizzy.

Then his lips were on mine. They were so strong. Natalie picked up her phone, her eyes on us. I wanted to move my mouth. To kiss him back properly, not just keep our lips pressed together.