I loved my daughter more than anything in the world, but sometimes you just cave in to sealed military force that are stronger than the attachment between a Father-God and his daughter.

One such personnel was my obsessive personality. When I became obsessed with something, I poured all my time, DOE, and money into it. When my married woman tune, my daughter Morgan, and I were living under the same roof my compulsion was UFOs. Sometimes I 'd pass an total calendar week camping at land site that reported UFO sightings, and Melody eventually grew tired of me and left with Morgan.

The other force was lust. After the breakup from Melody I was glued to porn. It started `` normal '' at first, with nude modeling photos and solo masturbation telecasting, but with so lots detached clip on my hand I eventually drifted into more extreme categories.

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On J. P. Morgan 's 18th birthday, she traveled to Aloha State with Melody and uploaded dozen of holiday photos to her Facebook and Instagram. tonal pattern had let herself go a bit -- many men would 've referred to her as `` thick '' -- but my god was Morgan a pecker coquette. She had that semi-mature face that was the perfect salmagundi of cute and sexy, and she had inherited her mother 's lady voice packaged in my svelte flesh. At the sight of her ample C-cup breasts and ass to pair, my mitt subconsciously gripped my shaft. I wanted to reach out and grab a fistful of her natural blonde tomentum, toss her cute fiddling 5'4 '' physique around, and unleash myself onto her.

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

It was her Hallowe'en picture that drove me over the edge. She uploaded photos of herself at a political party dressed as Harley Quinn. She had ripped her top in half so that the bottom of her breasts were hanging out, and her shorts might as well have been a thong. I was n't very fond of the dye whisker or the ridiculous make up and outfit, but what turned me on so a lot was the guys in the desktop. A trio of guys, to be specific, was caught checking out Thomas Hunt Morgan from tush. They were fixated on her plump ass, with a predatory expression in their optic. One of them was even licking his lips.

'' Caught them creepin lol, '' one of Sir Henry Morgan 's Friend commented on her photo.
'' That guy licking his lip was trying really severely to buy us a drink lol, '' Henry Morgan replied.
'' Yeah, he either had to be an hugger-mugger cop or trying to roofie you lol ''

My imagination ran wild after reading the third gear scuttlebutt. What if Daniel Morgan accepted that drink ? 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 fantasize about fucking her, but the persuasion of other men taking advantage of my daughter 's perfect face and organic structure drove me nuts. For the next three months, I fantasized about zippo but multiple men gang raping my drunk and drugged John Pierpont Morgan. I downloaded all of her exposure off of Facebook and Instagram and masturbated to each one. I imagined a mathematical group of big Hawaiian men ruining her vacation, burglars, schoolmate, and even her being sold off as a sex slave for Yule to wealthy, old men.

Then I became more twisted. My imaginativeness 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. Henry Morgan was objectively gorgeous, as she became one of the most pop threads in that theme. My fellow filthy men lusted for her, and I absolutely enjoyed reading about what they 'd do to her.

Life was just for about half a year. I felt like I was a measure extremity of a residential district of like-minded men, and they fed my obsession every dark. Then I received a shout from melodic phrase, and at number one I was n't sure if my lifetime would get salutary or worse.

Daniel Morgan had finished her studies at a community college and had been accepted to transport to a 4-year university just 10-15 bit from my house. Melody wanted to eff if it was okay to have Daniel Morgan stay with me, to brighten her financial loading. I hesitated, feeling an tremendous amount of guiltiness 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 world-class words to me at the airport in almost 10 twelvemonth. Morgan was even hotter in person, and her looker had me hypnotized. Her clear gamy optic dug into my somebody and stopped my heartbeat, and she smiled an sinless smile, clueless to the countless thoughts I 've had of that beautiful brass being slapped with a big opprobrious cock.

'' Oh ! Sorry ! Hi ! Wow, look at you ! You were a little princess when I hold out saw you ! Now you 're like ... Miss macrocosm ! How did this find ? '' I knew I sounded very strange and cliché.

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

'' Really ? ``

'' No, silly ! I 'm messing with ya ! And what do you signify ‘ 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 year and heart. She was an angel and the devil at the same sentence. She was such a joy to be around, and for an entire month I forgot about all my hell and smut as I spent every day with her after work. I felt normal for the first time in a while, but that point of decency also came to an end.

When she began schooltime and became busy with her classes and college life, I had too much time on my manus once again. The erotica forum practically threw a party when I returned from my hiatus with fresh photos of Morgan. The guys now knew she lived with me, so my mailbox was constantly slammed with petition. They wanted shots of her underclothing, guesswork of her sleeping, showering, and quite a few even suggested that I drug her and outrage her myself, knowing my taste. But there was no way I 'd harm her. I did n't even dare jacking off with her underclothing, worried she might wear it again and get pregnant. But of course of action, that changed too.

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'' Daaaaad ! '' I heard Thomas Hunt Morgan 's drunken part vociferation in the drive. She was returning from a engagement party thrown by the sodality of one of her classmates. I opened the door to a hot mess. Henry Morgan was barefoot with her bounder in her manus, and her genital organ would be seeable if her tight Negroid minidress rode up another inch.

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

My god she smelled heavenly despite the traces of spirits. I felt my cock sheik as her tits pressed into my bureau. I peeked over her berm and saw that her dress had ridden up, fully exposing a Shirley Temple G-string between her perfect hind end. I dragged her interior and laid her on the sofa to lock the door.

'' Why are boys so have intercourse dumb ? '' she incoherently mumbled herself to catch some Z's, `` I just want some wine and a million puppy ! ``

I stood by the door, petrified, trying very hard not to get hard. Morgan 's branch were spreading, exposing herself to me, and the only matter between me and her was that thin black thong. I called her name as I walked toward her, but no reception. I kneeled in front of her and called her figure, but no response. The entire business firm was still, except for her piano snores and quick intimation gently blowing onto my fount from her lightly-parted brim. I so badly wanted to incline over and meet my lip with hers, but I gathered all the sanity and lesson I had in me and scooped her up in my arms. With her arm and my semi-hard cock dangling English 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 seize my speech sound, `` I ca n't overleap this opportunity. '' I called her gens once more, louder this meter, and even shook her bed. Still no reaction. So I took lots of photograph of her, starting with her feet for my foot fetish buddies, and immediately uploaded them to the thread.

'' Do n't be a little beef and rape that slut ! '' was the first comment.
'' Give her a dependable smack. If she do n't heat up, she ai n't gon na recognise shucks, '' was posted just a second after that.
'' Come on bro, at to the lowest degree show us her twat ! ``

Ugh. I caved in. I agreed. I could n't let this hazard go to consume. I had to see and smell Thomas Hunt Morgan 's pussycat and share her with my friends. When I returned to her way, she had rolled to her side. I switched my phone to video and began recording myself.

I gently placed my hand on her cool thigh and slowly slither across her smooth out skin toward her ass. I heard her exhale slightly harder and felt her consistency relax a short, as if she was subconsciously enjoying the cutaneous senses of my warm hand. Slowly, I strengthened my clutches and gave her ass a firm clinch and a gentle milkshake. It was mostly fatty and jiggly, just the way I liked it.

Then I slowly curled my finger and hooked in her thong. Her pussy felt warm up and damp on the rachis of my fingerbreadth. I tugged with gravid caution, but the underclothing slid off surprisingly well-situated to let on a Brigham Young, lush puss. She had thin flaps hidden under juicy, glistening mouth. I zoomed in for my on-line buddies before I bent over for a long puff. Her intoxicating smell left me no choice. I had to experience her.

I filmed myself licking my middle finger, smirked at my interview as I flipped off the camera, then slowly slid my lucky finger's breadth into Morgan 's kitty-cat. She was hot and wet interior. I rotated my finger inside her, feeling her sacred walls, then gently pulled back out. Then I noticed some whiteness on my finger. I examined closely and realized that it was, unmistakably, someone 's cum.

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

'' Do n't be a little squawk and rape that slut ! '' the first comment ring my head.

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

I carefully dragged her hips to the edge of the bed and pulled down my pants. I let my spit drool onto my cock and lubricated the dig until it was fully slippery. I almost jizzed as I rubbed the pass of my hammer on her damp slit lips. I had fantasized about this moment too many clock time to calculate ... another stopcock entering her used, cum-filled slit to ruin her even further. Tonight, I 'd be doing the honors.

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

'' Unnh ... '' Sir Henry Morgan softly moaned and frowned, as if her torso 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 stroke stimulated a response from her. My heart pounded at this serious game. I was frightened that she would wake up, but at the same time I wanted her to. I wanted to hear her groan and wow and look me helplessly with her solve dingy middle as she woke up from her drunken eternal sleep to her own daddy raping her. All this thought drove me over the sharpness. `` Fuck it ! '' I breathed out brassy 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 pegleg shook underneath me as I dumped payload after load into her. I let myself moderate inside her as I caught my breath, then filmed a stream of my cum follow my peter out of my daughter. I returned her thong back to its archetype position and watched my cum variant a wet patch on the fabric. Satisfied, I returned to my elbow room to upload the video .