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My 18-year-old daughter Christina was a flippin' goddess. With long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, she'd been getting attention from guys ever since she'd turned 18.
But now it was my turn. I wanted my piece of her pie. I may have been her father, but I had needs, too. While I had no issues with her mother, Christina was something special.
I had met a local gypsy who correctly guessed exactly what I needed: something that would bend a woman's will to my own.
I wonder if the old bag knew I was going to use it on my own daughter?
If she did, she didn't give a damn. She'd sold me the tincture for a hundred bucks and a bottle of scotch, then shuffled off back to her hole in the wall.
The scotch was for me and the tincture was for Christina.
A week later, I had the opportunity to be alone with her.
Her mother had to work late, so I was alone with Christina, and I was going to make my move.
I'd been dreaming of fucking her ever since I got the mind control tincture.
The old bat said all I had to do was rub some on her and she'd be under my control within a few minutes.
She was in her room and with the tincture in hand and a heart that was racing with excitement, I opened the door.
"Oh hi, daddy!" She said with a smile. She was reading a book on her bed wearing a cute tank top and a pair of shorts.
My cock instantly grew as I looked at her perfect tits in her tight shirt. I stared at her shapely ass and long legs. I couldn't believe I was having these thoughts about my own daughter.
God, my wife would kill me if she knew what I was doing. Hell if Christina had any idea what I was thinking, she'd be pissed and never forgive me.
"What was it you needed, daddy?" She asked, her nose still buried in the book.
"I just wanted to see how you were doing. Make sure you're okay..." I said as I dipped my hand into the tincture and began rubbing it on her neck.
"Mmm...that feels so good. Daddy, you know just how to make me feel better..."
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