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"Thank you for fucking me, daddy. I love you." Then she climbed off her father, and Candy crawled between Hayley's legs to lick her pussy clean. Candy shuddered when she tasted her father's sperm in her sister's cunt, but she couldn't tell if it was with disgust or excitement. She licked Hayley clean as their father watched. After that night, Bill left his daughters alone for a couple of days, consumed with guilt. But every day Candy's tits and Hayley's cunt were on display. Every day they would hug him and kiss him on the lips. He knew when the girls showered they would give him a hug afterwards, fully naked, before they dressed, even if he was still in bed, and he took to sleeping naked to increase the erotic thrill of these hugs. Finally, one morning when Candy came into his room, wet from her shower, looking like a big-uddered erotic bimbo fuckdoll, he couldn't resist anymore. When she climbed onto the bed on all fours to press her ridiculous fuckmelons against him, he pushed the covers aside and pulled her naked body down against his. She wiggled in surprise for a moment, but then gasped as his cock parted her wet cunt-lips and slid into her fucktunnel. As her father raped her - or at least technically raped her, for her twat was unarguably aroused and eager for him, as much as she didn't want it to be - Candy realized that her degradation was complete. This was the path she had chosen for herself when she had first gotten breast augmentation - to be a sex doll for her daddy and for whoever else wanted to use her. She bucked against him sluttily until he orgasmed, washing her sluthole with his warm cum. "Thank you for fucking me, daddy. I love you," she said. She called for Hayley to come Big Tits lick her clean, then applied her mouth to cleaning her father's cock while she waited. When Hayley arrived, Bill once again got to watch one of his daughters lick his sperm from the other's cunt. After that, Bill's inhibition vanished. He felt free to fuck either of his daughters whenever he wanted. There was rarely a time around his house when he didn't have his dick in one of the girls, even if it was just having Hayley suckle on it while they watched TV. The girls stopped wearing clothes around the house entirely, and at Alistair's urging Candy told her father that both girls would happily drink his piss. Bill liked this idea and from then on enthusiastically used his daughters as his toilet. Alistair then made Candy convince Bill that both girls needed to have their cunt and tits beaten regularly. Bill agreed all too easily, and happily began incorporating physical abuse in his play with the girls. He particularly liked taking his leather belt to Candy's oversized fuckballoons, torturing her breasts before bending her over the kitchen table and fucking her from behind. Lastly he got Candy to train her father to stop using their names. Whenever he called them Candy or Hayley she immediately took herself and her sister's to Alistair's for the night, denying their father an evening fuck. He was to call Candy "bitch" and Hayley "cunt". Candy wrote the new names on her and her sister's tits in lipstick for the first few days to help her dad remember. He learned swiftly. Before long, calling Candy bitch was so natural he had to use conscious effort not to do it in public. When he finally managed to get it right for an entire week in a row without using their old names once, Alistair had them give their father a present. It was a photo of the two girls naked and kneeling, their father's cum glistening on their face and tits, and it amateur was signed by both of them with the words, "To our darling daddy from your beloved daughters Cunt and Bitch". Their father had it framed. Chapter 35 BITCH STORIES - KATY Katy had been kicked out of her home when Alistair made her confess to her very Christian parents that she was both pregnant and a lesbian. Since then she had moved into his place, under his degrading conditions - indian at his house, she was not allowed to wear clothes, stand upright, or make any sound other than a cow-like "mooo". He was staring at Laura's breasts. For one thing, this creature was nearly twice as big as the others. I ripped out of Mrs. Albertson's daughter and plunged deep into her married snatch. I couldn’t imagine what that was. “Yes?” a woman answered. All they wanted was in our panties, and she is not like that. 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