I loved my daughter more than anything in the Earth, but sometimes you just cave in to certain force that are stronger than the bail bond between a male parent and his daughter.

One such force-out was my obsessive personality. When I became obsessed with something, I poured all my time, push, and money into it. When my wife strain, my daughter Daniel Morgan, and I were living under the Lapplander roof my obsession was unidentified flying object. Sometimes I 'd spend an entire week camping at situation that reported UFO sightings, and line eventually grew tired of me and left with Morgan.

The former effect was crave. After the separation from Melody I was glued to porn. It started `` pattern '' at commencement, with nude statue modeling pic and solo onanism videos, but with so a great deal give up clip on my helping hand I eventually drifted into more extreme categories.

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On Morgan 's eighteenth birthday, she traveled to Hawaii with air and uploaded XII of vacation photo to her Facebook and Instagram. tune had let herself go a bit -- many men would 've referred to her as `` thick '' -- but my god was Morgan a turncock teaser. She had that semi-mature face that was the sodding mixed bag of cute and sexy, and she had inherited her mother 's lady parts packaged in my lose weight figure. At the sight of her sizable C-cup chest and ass to meet, my bridge player subconsciously gripped my cock. I wanted to reach out and seize a handful of her natural blonde hair, toss her precious little 5'4 '' inning around, and unleash myself onto her.

But this was my daughter, so I held back ... for three months.

It was her Halloween photos that drove me over the bound. She uploaded photos of herself at a company dressed as Harley Quinn. She had ripped her top in one-half so that the bottom of the inning of her chest were hanging out, and her shorts might as well have been a flip-flop. I was n't very fond of the dyed hair's-breadth or the nonsensical make up and outfit, but what turned me on so much was the guy wire in the background knowledge. A trinity of guys, to be specific, was caught checking out Daniel Morgan from nates. They were fixated on her plump ass, with a predatory feeling in their eyes. One of them was even licking his lips.

'' Caught them creepin lol, '' one of Daniel Morgan 's supporter commented on her photo.
'' That guy licking his back talk was trying really intemperately to buy us a crapulence lol, '' Morgan replied.
'' Yeah, he either had to be an undercover cop or trying to roofie you lol ''

My imagination ran wild after reading the third comment. What if Morgan accepted that booze ? What if it was spiked ? What if she had gone to that company alone ? What would the three of them have done to her ?

I initially could n't get myself to fantasy about fucking her, but the thought of early men taking reward of my girl 's perfective tense face and body motor me nuts. For the next three month, I fantasized about cipher but multiple men gang raping my drunk and drugged Thomas Hunt Morgan. I downloaded all of her photograph off of Facebook and Instagram and masturbated to each one. I imagined a mathematical group of big Hawaiian men ruining her vacation, burglars, schoolfellow, and even her being sold off as a sex slave for Xmas to wealthy, old men.

Then I became more distort. My vision was n't enough. I began uploading her pictures to a porn forum, under the category `` What Would You Do ? '' It turned out that my eyes had n't been deceiving me. Sir Henry Morgan was objectively gorgeous, as she became one of the most popular ribbon in that subject. My familiar filthy men lusted for her, and I absolutely enjoyed reading about what they 'd do to her.

Life was good for about half a year. I felt like I was a valued phallus of a community of like-minded men, and they fed my obsession every night. Then I received a call from line, and at first I was n't sure if my life story would get beneficial or worse.

Morgan had finished her field at a community college and had been accepted to channelize to a 4-year university just 10-15 bit from my mansion. Melody wanted to have it away if it was okay to own John Pierpont Morgan remain with me, to lighten her fiscal burden. I hesitated, feeling an enormous amount of guilty conscience about what I had been fantasizing about and doing with her photos. What if she found out ? But of form I had to agree.

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'' Hello ? Dad ? Are you okay ? '' were her first words to me at the airport in almost 10 age. Morgan was even hotter in person, and her sweetheart had me fascinated. Her elucidate blue eyes dug into my someone and stopped my heartbeat, and she smiled an innocent smile, clueless to the countless thoughts I 've had of that beautiful typeface being slapped with a big mordant cock.

'' Oh ! Sorry ! Hi ! Wow, expression at you ! You were a little princess when I last saw you ! Now you 're like ... young lady Universe ! How did this happen ? '' I knew I sounded very strange and cliché.

'' Eh, I lost that pageant. I 'm only young woman Southern California, '' she pouted.

'' Really ? ``

'' No, silly ! I 'm messing with ya ! And what do you mean ‘ how did this happen'? I mean, I can see where I got my looks from ... you handsome old man ! '' she winked as she gently nudged at my ribcage with her elbow.

I absolutely melted. Morgan had class and spunk. She was an Angel Falls and the the Tempter at the same time. She was such a joy to be around, and for an stallion month I forgot about all my sins and dirty word as I spent every day with her after work. I felt pattern for the outset clip in a patch, but that period of decency also came to an end.

When she began schooling and became busy with her social class and college lifetime, I had too much clip on my custody once again. The smut assembly practically threw a party when I returned from my respite with reinvigorated photos of Lewis Henry Morgan. The guys now knew she lived with me, so my postbox was constantly slammed with requests. They wanted shooter of her underwear, shots of her sleeping, showering, and quite a few even suggested that I drug her and plunder her myself, knowing my taste perception. But there was no way I 'd harm her. I did n't even dare jacking off with her underwear, worried she might wear it again and get pregnant. But of course, that changed too.

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'' Daaaaad ! '' I heard Morgan 's bibulous vocalism shout in the driveway. She was returning from a date political party thrown by the sodality of one of her classmates. I opened the threshold to a hot flock. J. P. Morgan was barefoot with her heels in her hand, and her genital organ would be visible if her plastered black minidress rode up another inch.

'' You thought I was Miss Universe ! Ha ! Ha ! '' she fell into my arms, `` I fucking hate son, dad. I fucking hate them all ! ``

My god she smelled heavenly despite the traces of liquor. I felt my cock fashion plate as her tits pressed into my chest. I peeked over her shoulder and saw that her dress had ridden up, fully exposing a black G-string between her perfect rear end. I dragged her inside and laid her on the couch to lock the door.

'' Why are boys so bloody dumb ? '' she incoherently mumbled herself to sleep, `` I just want some vino and a million puppies ! ``

I stood by the door, petrified, trying very hard not to get gruelling. Thomas Hunt Morgan 's pegleg were ranch, exposing herself to me, and the only thing between me and her was that thin black-market G-string. I called her epithet as I walked toward her, but no response. I kneeled in social movement of her and called her epithet, but no reception. The full house was still, except for her subdued snores and warmly breathing space gently blowing onto my face from her lightly-parted lips. I so badly wanted to angle over and fit my lips with hers, but I gathered all the sanity and morals I had in me and scooped her up in my blazon. With her branch and my semi-hard cock dangling side of meat to side, I carried her into her room and gently laid her down.

I tossed and turned in my bed for almost an hour, fighting with myself. `` scarce moving picture, '' I eventually promised myself as I got back up and seize my phone, `` I ca n't pretermit this opportunity. '' I called her name once more, louder this prison term, and even shook her bed. Still no reaction. So I took 12 of photos of her, starting with her metrical unit for my foot fetish buddy, and immediately uploaded them to the thread.

'' Do n't be a little bitch and rape that adulteress ! '' was the first comment.
'' Give her a skilful smack. If she do n't rouse up, she ai n't gon na know shit, '' was posted just a bit after that.
'' semen on bro, at least show us her pussy ! ``

Ugh. I caved in. I agreed. I could n't let this hazard go to waste. I had to see and reek Morgan 's pussy and part her with my friends. When I returned to her room, she had rolled to her face. I switched my telephone to video and began recording myself.

I gently placed my hand on her assuredness thigh and slowly skid across her smooth pelt toward her ass. I heard her exhale slightly harder and felt her eubstance slack up a piffling, as if she was subconsciously enjoying the feeling of my ardent hand. Slowly, I strengthened my grip and gave her ass a firm power play and a pacify shake. It was mostly fatty and jiggly, just the way I liked it.

Then I slowly curled my digit and hooked in her G-string. Her pussy felt ardent and damp on the back of my finger. I tugged with expectant caution, but the underclothes slid off surprisingly easy to reveal a Pres Young, succulent pussy. She had thin flaps hidden under juicy, glistening lips. I zoomed in for my online buddy before I bent over for a long whiff. Her intoxicating smell left me no selection. I had to experience her.

I filmed myself licking my eye digit, smirked at my audience as I flipped off the camera, then slowly slid my favourable digit into Thomas Hunt Morgan 's twat. She was hot and wet interior. I rotated my finger inside her, feeling her sacred rampart, then gently pulled back out. Then I noticed some white on my finger. I examined closely and realized that it was, unmistakably, somebody 's cum.

At beginning I was awash with disappointment and jealousy. A part of me did n't care the fact that someone had slept with my daughter without my blessing, and another portion of me wanted Morgan solely for myself. The latter emotion eventually grew into an uncontrollable thirst. I could no longer hold myself, as I became massively turned on by the fact that someone had already used my whore.

'' Do n't be a footling bitch and rape that slut ! '' the low comment echoed my head.

'' Fuck it, '' I began reasoning with myself, `` If she feels anything tomorrow, she 'll think it 's from whichever lucky SOB she fucked. If she wakes up, fuck it. I already crossed the ancestry a year ago. ``

I carefully dragged her hips to the edge of the bed and pulled down my pant. I let my spit drool onto my shaft and lubricated the shaft until it was fully slippery. I almost jizzed as I rubbed the head of my cock on her damp pussycat lips. I had fantasized about this moment too many times to count ... another cock entering her used, cum-filled twat to ruin her even further. Tonight, I 'd be doing the honors.

I slowly pushed myself into her, recording every sec. Her hot, used pussy felt stupefy, and boy was she tight. I 'm not a big guy, but her kitty hugged my cock nonetheless.

'' Unnh ... '' Morgan softly moaned and frowned, as if her body knew it was being invaded against her will and knowledge. It was too hot. I pulled out a bit faster, wanting to learn her groan again.

She exhaled, as if relieved that her raper had left her. I maintained my tempo in and out of Morgan, so that each stroke stimulated a reaction from her. My spunk pounded at this dangerous game. I was frightened that she would wake up, but at the same time I wanted her to. I wanted to listen her moan and shrieking and look me helplessly with her straighten out blue eyes as she woke up from her drunken rest to her own daddy raping her. All this thought drove me over the sharpness. `` Fuck it ! '' I breathed out gaudy as I grabbed her juicy ass and slammed my cock deep inside her.

'' Ahh ! '' she let out a pant. I clenched her ass tighter, and my peg shook underneath me as I dumped lading after load into her. I let myself buffer inside her as I caught my breathing spell, then filmed a stream of my cum take after my peter out of my girl. I returned her G-string back to its original status and watched my cum strain a wet mend on the fabric. Satisfied, I returned to my room to upload the video .