I loved my daughter more than anything in the humanity, but sometimes you just spelunk in to certain violence that are unattackable than the bond between a beginner and his daughter.

One such effect was my obsessional personality. When I became obsessed with something, I poured all my metre, energy, and money into it. When my wife Melody, my daughter John Pierpont Morgan, and I were living under the same roof my obsession was unidentified flying object. Sometimes I 'd spend an total week camping at sites that reported UFO sightings, and melody eventually grew tired of me and left with Morgan.

The other force was lust. After the legal separation from melodic phrase I was glued to porn. It started `` formula '' at maiden, with naked modeling photos and solo masturbation video, but with so lots detached prison term on my hands I eventually drifted into more extreme point categories.

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On John Pierpont Morgan 's 18th birthday, she traveled to Hawaii with Melody and uploaded dozens of vacation pic to her Facebook and Instagram. Melody had let herself go a bit -- many men would 've referred to her as `` thick '' -- but my god was Morgan a cock tease. She had that semi-mature expression that was the perfect mixture of cute and sexy, and she had inherited her mother 's dame portion packaged in my lose weight figure. At the survey of her ample C-cup chest and ass to rival, my hand subconsciously gripped my cock. I wanted to reach out and grab a fistful of her instinctive blonde hair, toss her cute little 5'4 '' frame around, and unleash myself onto her.

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

It was her Hallowe'en photos that drove me over the edge. She uploaded pic of herself at a company dressed as Harley Quinn. She had ripped her top in half so that the bottom of her breasts were hanging out, and her underdrawers might as well have been a thong. I was n't very fond of the dyed hairsbreadth or the ridiculous make up and outfit, but what turned me on so much was the guys in the background. A trio of guys, to be specific, was caught checking out Morgan from behind. They were fixated on her plump ass, with a predatory look in their eyes. One of them was even licking his lips.

'' Caught them creepin lol, '' one of Morgan 's friends commented on her photo.
'' That guy licking his lips was trying really hard to buy us a drinking lol, '' Morgan replied.
'' Yeah, he either had to be an clandestine cop or trying to roofie you lol ''

My imagination ran wild after reading the third commentary. What if John Pierpont Morgan accepted that fuddle ? What if it was spiked ? What if she had gone to that party alone ? What would the three of them have done to her ?

I initially could n't get myself to fantasise about fucking her, but the opinion of former men taking reward of my daughter 's perfective tense boldness and soundbox drove me fruitcake. For the following three months, I fantasized about zilch but multiple men gang raping my inebriate and drugged Daniel Morgan. I downloaded all of her pic off of Facebook and Instagram and masturbated to each one. I imagined a group of big Hawaiian men ruining her holiday, burglars, schoolmate, and even her being sold off as a sex slave for Christmastide to wealthy, old men.

Then I became more twisted. My imaginativeness was n't enough. I began uploading her scene to a smut forum, under the category `` What Would You Do ? '' It turned out that my eyes had n't been deceiving me. Morgan was objectively gorgeous, as she became one of the most pop threads in that topic. My fellow lousy men lusted for her, and I absolutely enjoyed reading about what they 'd do to her.

Life was serious for about half a year. I felt like I was a precious member of a residential district of like-minded men, and they fed my obsession every night. Then I received a claim from melodic line, and at first I was n't sure enough if my life would get better or worse.

Sir Henry Morgan had finished her studies at a community college and had been accepted to transfer to a 4-year university just 10-15 transactions from my house. line wanted to roll in the hay if it was okay to have Henry Morgan stay with me, to lighten her financial burden. I hesitated, feeling an enormous amount of guilt about what I had been fantasizing about and doing with her photos. What if she found out ? But of course I had to agree.

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'' hello ? Dad ? Are you okay ? '' were her first speech to me at the aerodrome in almost 10 class. Sir Henry Morgan was even hotter in individual, and her beauty had me hypnotized. Her gain blue eyes dug into my soul and stopped my heartbeat, and she smiled an innocent smile, clueless to the countless sentiment I 've had of that beautiful side being slapped with a big black cock.

'' Oh ! Sorry ! Hi ! Wow, look at you ! You were a little princess when I last saw you ! Now you 're like ... Miss Universe ! How did this pass ? '' I knew I sounded very foreign and cliché.

'' Eh, I lost that pageant. I 'm only Miss Southern CA, '' 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 and the devil at the Saami prison term. She was such a joy to be around, and for an entire calendar month I forgot about all my sinning and filth as I spent every day with her after piece of work. I felt formula for the first time in a while, but that point of decency also came to an end.

When she began schoolhouse and became meddling with her grade and college life, I had too lots time on my handwriting once again. The porn assembly practically threw a company when I returned from my hiatus with fresh exposure of Lewis Henry Morgan. The guys now knew she lived with me, so my postbox was constantly slammed with requests. They wanted shots of her underwear, shots of her quiescence, showering, and quite a few even suggested that I drug her and plunder her myself, knowing my tastes. But there was no way I 'd harm her. I did n't even dare jacking off with her underwear, worried she might outwear it again and get pregnant. But of trend, that changed too.

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'' Daaaaad ! '' I heard Morgan 's drunken vocalisation yell in the drive. She was returning from a particular date party thrown by the fraternity of one of her classmate. I opened the doorway to a hot mussiness. Morgan was barefoot with her heels in her hired man, and her fork would be visible if her fast black minidress rode up another inch.

'' You thought I was young lady Universe ! Ha ! Ha ! '' she fell into my arms, `` I fucking hatred boy, dad. I fucking hate them all ! ``

My god she smelled heavenly despite the traces of liquor. I felt my peter swell as her boob pressed into my chest. I peeked over her shoulder and saw that her dress had ridden up, fully exposing a melanize G-string between her perfect buns. I dragged her inside and laid her on the couch to lock up the door.

'' Why are boys so sleep together dumb ? '' she incoherently mumbled herself to kip, `` I just want some wine and a million pup ! ``

I stood by the door, petrified, trying very hard not to get hard. Morgan 's legs were ranch, exposing herself to me, and the only matter between me and her was that thin Negro G-string. I called her name as I walked toward her, but no response. I kneeled in battlefront of her and called her figure, but no response. The entire sign was still, except for her subdued snores and warm breath gently blowing onto my side from her lightly-parted lips. I so badly wanted to lean over and meet my lips with hers, but I gathered all the sanity and morals I had in me and scooped her up in my arms. With her limb and my semi-hard cock dangling incline 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. `` Just pictures, '' I eventually promised myself as I got back up and grab my phone, `` I ca n't miss this opportunity. '' I called her name once more, louder this meter, and even shook her bed. Still no reply. So I took dozens of picture of her, starting with her infantry for my foot fetish sidekick, and immediately uploaded them to the thread.

'' Do n't be a little gripe and rape that jade ! '' was the first comment.
'' reach her a soundly slap. If she do n't wake up, she ai n't gon na know dogshit, '' was posted just a sec after that.
'' seminal fluid on bro, at least show us her twat ! ``

Ugh. I caved in. I agreed. I could n't let this chance go to waste. I had to see and smack Morgan 's pussy and ploughshare her with my friends. When I returned to her room, she had rolled to her side. I switched my phone to video and began recording myself.

I gently placed my hand on her poise thigh and slowly slew across her smooth cutis toward her ass. I heard her exhale slightly harder and felt her eubstance make relaxed a little, as if she was subconsciously enjoying the touch of my warm manus. Slowly, I strengthened my grip and gave her ass a firm squeeze and a gentle shake. It was mostly fatty and jiggly, just the way I liked it.

Then I slowly curled my fingerbreadth and hooked in her thong. Her snatch felt affectionate and damp on the back of my fingerbreadth. I tugged with great caution, but the underclothes slid off surprisingly easy to reveal a Loretta Young, succulent pussy. She had thin flaps hidden under juicy, glistening sassing. I zoomed in for my online buddies before I bent over for a retentive whiff. Her intoxicating odor left me no option. I had to feel her.

I filmed myself licking my midsection fingerbreadth, smirked at my hearing as I flipped off the tv camera, then slowly slip my lucky finger's breadth into Morgan 's pussy. She was hot and wet interior. I rotated my finger inside her, feeling her sacred paries, then gently pulled back out. Then I noticed some white on my finger. I examined closely and realized that it was, unmistakably, soul 's cum.

At first I was awash with dashing hopes and jealousy. A part of me did n't like the fact that someone had slept with my daughter without my favourable reception, and another part of me wanted Morgan solely for myself. The latter emotion eventually grew into an unmanageable thirst. I could no longer contain 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 colza that slut ! '' the first comment repeat my head.

'' fuck it, '' I began reasoning with myself, `` If she feels anything tomorrow, she 'll cerebrate it 's from whichever lucky bastard she fucked. If she wakes up, sleep with it. I already crossed the line a year ago. ``

I carefully dragged her hips to the sharpness of the bed and pulled down my pant. I let my spue humbug onto my putz and lubricated the shaft until it was fully slippy. I almost jizzed as I rubbed the fountainhead of my cock on her muffle cunt lip. I had fantasized about this moment too many meter to consider ... another putz entering her used, cum-filled pussy to smash her even further. Tonight, I 'd be doing the honors.

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

'' Unnh ... '' Henry 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 hear her groan again.

She exhaled, as if relieved that her rapist had left her. I maintained my pace in and out of Thomas Hunt Morgan, so that each throw stimulated a response from her. My center 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 hear her moan and scream and look me helplessly with her clear low-spirited eyes as she woke up from her drunken sleep to her own pappa raping her. All this thought drove me over the boundary. `` Fuck it ! '' I breathed out loud as I grabbed her juicy ass and slammed my cock deep inside her.

'' Ahh ! '' she let out a gasp. I clenched her ass tighter, and my leg shook underneath me as I dumped incumbrance after warhead into her. I let myself yield inside her as I caught my breath, then filmed a watercourse of my cum follow my dick out of my girl. I returned her G-string back to its original position and watched my cum form a wet eyepatch on the fabric. Satisfied, I returned to my way to upload the video .