I had a business trip-up coming up that requires a three-hour campaign. I offered to film my beautiful, just-turned-18-year-old daughter with me to escape the boredom of quarantine. I need to a few site visits which are nimble and loose and low-risk for Covid. The hotel sits on the craggy, New England shoreline in a historic town. There would be plenty for us to see and do without getting sick and moving through crowds. You accept.

The effort is fun. We 've always had a good time together alone. We have similar interests, and senses of humor spawned in the sullen abyss of netherworld - we laugh the whole way.

We check into the hotel at nearly 10 PM. The plan is to get a full eternal rest and have an early breakfast as the pancake house across the street.

While we get sorted, I make us Makers and Coke, of course I allow you to drink. You 've always been mature for your age. Now, at 18, you showed no polarity of over self-indulgence. I trust you with a few cocktails.

You take a exhibitor and alteration into your pajamas that shave off a couple of your already brusque class. Your hair is pulled back in a ponytail.

I 'm reclining on one of the nance beds with my laptop resting on my thighs. I 'm sipping a fresh drink and there is one on the nightstand for you.

'' Come sit side by side to me, baby. I want to show you something, '' I pat the empty space on the bed beside me. You dive in and wave close to me so we can share the filmdom on the small-scale Lenovo. I pass you the drink and open the browser in the estimator.

The screen populates several row of .mpg files.

'' Movie night ! '' You squeal in delight. `` Damn, we should receive got popcorn ! '' You snuggle in finisher to me resting your head on my shoulder, my mightily arm cradling you. Your ponytail sliding board down and tickles my neck as I reach down with my left hired man to stroke the mouse and launch the outset clip.

The player pops us and we are greeted by a slightly fuzzed video of a young fille, 7 old age old, climbing out of a tent.

'' Grand Canyon ! '' You scream, nearly spilling your drink over us both.

'' It is ! '' I agree. The video abruptly cuts to you dancing in a Jingle attire at a Hopi Pow Wow which brought a cascade of laughter from you.

'' Where did you get these, Dad ? '' Your voice suddenly taking on a more good tone. `` Are there Sir Thomas More ? ``

'' I was clearing out some debris out of the cellar and I ran across a bunch of old, HD video tapes. '' I replied, as I casually took your ponytail in my right wing and stroke down the length of it, gently pulling as I went. `` I cut a few magazine on Movie Almighty. '' I tightened my travelling bag in your hair and rotated your head to front me. `` Wait cashbox you see this one. ``

I launched the next cartridge holder. Suddenly, there you were in a powder blue summer dress. The bodice clung snugly to your torso, accenting the budding crestless wave of your tit, the chick flared out in perfectly creased pleats. You had on a pair of ointment high gear heel shoes that made your leg coggle as you `` modeled '' for the tv camera in our kitchen.

'' Holy son of a bitch, dad ! '' Your lip fell open as you stared at the screen.

'' Your foremost particular date. '' I said, almost solemnly. On video, you did a nice little spin that sent your skirt rippling around you, but you lost your symmetricalness and ended up on your ass. Both of us threw are forefront back laughing. The clip ended.

'' I remember that dress like it was yesterday ! '' You said, then adding. `` And my first gear couple of high heels ... not very graceful was I ? ``

'' You 've always floated like an angel to me, love. '' I smile at you. `` That dress ... that dress has always been my favorite garb for you. I have some kind of thing about pleats. '' I mused as I absently stroked the length of your ponytail.

'' A ... turn on..thing, Dad ? '' You asked, carefully.

'' I find pleats to be very flattering, and you wore it very well. And the shoes ! Do you think of what I told you about the shoes ? '' I challenged.

'' Of trend, I do, it was a minuscule Weird. '' You looked at me then, soft confusion danced in your eyes as if you sensed that this conversation was headed into chartless, perhaps grievous water, but aught real to found your feelings on. As you spoke, I casually coiled the distance of your ponytail around my paw, a little more tightly this prison term. `` You said, if my appointment got out of line, tried something I did n't like and you needed to run, realize sure as shooting you kick of those brake shoe ! You 'll never make it far in them young peeress. '' We smiled at each early.

'' I thought it was sage-advice. '' I shrugged. You rose up and gave me a speedy deal on the boldness, then snuggled back into my neck.

'' It was commodity advice. '' You moved slightly and felt you rest your palm on the middle of my chest. `` I still mislay my balance of those fuck matter -oops, sorry. '' You sniggered.

'' Language, young peeress. '' I squeezed you closer. It seemed the crapulence had loosened your spit a bit.

'' What 's going on, dad ? '' You asked, softly.

'' What do you mean ? '' I said in my almost carefully nonchalant voice.

'' I can finger your heart under my paw. It 's beating so fast, so hard. '' I felt you press down on my chest of drawers gently. Had I denied that anything was amiss, I would have been lying and you knew me well enough to see the lie, so I said zip. The truth ; I was scared shitless. I had no idea how you would respond to what I would do next, but I was certain that it would convert the dynamics of our human relationship, irreversibly. I cinched your whisker around my clenched fist tightly enough to parent a voiced groan from you. `` careful, Dad, that feel salutary, but not so hard. It hurts a little. '' I smiled privately. It hurts lilliputian. I thought to myself, `` You have no approximation. ``

'' Watch this one, baby, it 's my absolute favorite. '' I opened the file and the musician popped up. The picture in this video were sharply focused and very Recent. You appeared, kneeling on the pink rug beside your bed dressed in a Patrick White, cotton plant nightgown. That 's all you needed to see to recognize it for what it was.

'' Dad ! '' You screamed, as you tried to prompt your consistency towards the laptop, but I held you fast by your hair while squeezing your body tightly next to mine with my arm. I was 42, but I was in swell contour ; firm and agile. You were n't going anywhere. `` give up the video recording, Dad ! '' On the screen, you pulled the hem of the nightgown up and over your head, you were naked beneath. You spread your human knee so wide of the mark as you knelt until they were perpendicular to your body. And my God, your eubstance was consummate, lilliputian and tight. Your chest were still picayune Thomas More than the budding swells you displayed beneath a powder blue dress in the previous video. But your pallid pinkish areolas were the size of half-dollars, your nipples, thick and rising. Lower, your hips flared impossibly, the bones sharply defined beneath your skin. The swell of your hillock had been waxed perfectly shine. Your image was without deface.

'' It 's okay, it 's okay, it 's okay, '' I repeated over and over again as I pinned you to me.

On the screen, you had picked up a very long and thick, empurpled dildo. You raised your torso a few inch, and then wedged the base into the nap of the rug, pointing the tip up toward the folds of your beautifully shaped pussy. I swallowed hard.

'' Turn it off ! Please, daddy ! Please ! '' You cried out to me. I yanked your hair to sprain your cheek to me once again. What came out of my mouth was more of a hiss than a voice.

'' You fucking stop this screaming right now ! Do you try me ? '' I moved our faces very close together. `` I know you did n't make a video like this to keep back only for yourself. You 've shared it with others, so do n't you defy feign plethora with me, you little, fucking slut ! '' Your eyes were wide of the mark with distress, mental rejection and outright terror. `` You 're going to ascertain this with me, and then we are going to verbalize. Until then. Not a fucking word. '' I tightened my grip in your hair and I shook my fist for vehemence. `` Is that clear, cunt ? '' Slowly, you nodded affirmatively. `` Good, '' I said in something that was more closely to my voice. `` I told you, this is my favorite snip, do n't ruin it. '' I turned you back to look at the screen and rested your headway on my chest.

The late television had no audio ; this one did. I had the volume leveled out well over 50 %. We could take heed your breath and quiet whimpers as you worked the tip of the dildo through your crease, seeking a deeper berth. When you found it, a long groan escaped your throat. You did n't know it at the time, but I had watched this video, ad nauseum, since I had discovered it on my iCloud Drive ; every motility and every sound you made was seared into the store cells of my now wantonly debauched mind. I did n't know the mechanism of how you accidentally uploaded the video to my account, but I had become obsessed with it from the moment I clicked play.

On the blind, we watched you pulled your lips in and kick in an `` Mmmmm ... '' as you ground your pelvis down toward the level, and several inches of the dildo disappeared into your trunk. You bounced quickly on your knees once the tip was securely lodged inside you, driving down further with each repetition until you were taking all but a few in of the toy. The bounciness changed in favour of longsighted, more purposeful strokes. Your clit had risen from its sheath, glistening in the light of your room.

I lifted my hips slightly from the bed, just enough that I could fight my pajamas and shorts down to my thighs. My cock rose up from my groin like a animal that had been rudely awakened. Seven and a one-half inches long, and thick as your carpus, it hovered there, softly breathing in time with my pulsation. Pre-cum, rich and thick drooled from tip.

'' Dad ? '' You whimpered, so quietly, it was nearly lost beneath the guttural, inscrutable groan emitting from the Lenovo 's Speaker system. I loosened your ponytail from around my hand. Once it was free, I slid my hand down your back, beneath the waistcloth of your pajama to palm your ass. Your skin was indulgent and cool down.

'' Remember what I had said. Not a word. This is the best part and there 's only 20 seconds left. '' I said sternly.

Just then, on the covert, you reared backwards, your hands hitting the flooring behind you for keep. Your ribcage jutted forward and your bosom disappeared completely, save the erect nipples, now pointing directly to the ceiling. My cock rose and fell back onto my tum, still leaking. I traced the shape of your ass with my fingers.

Your moan had become drawn out screams now as your rode the dildo closer to your need with each diagonal. Suddenly, your body tightened, each muscle clenched and became defined. You trembled for a moment, then quickly looked at the door as if you might take in heard a auditory sensation. You pulled your stifle in together which gave you plenty of way to pull the dildo free from your consistency. You crawled toward the television camera, smiled into it and said, `` Oh, fuck yeah. '' You reached out to the camera and ... fade to black.

What relievo you felt when the TV finished, was transitory. The player winked out and disappeared, but just as quickly, it popped back and there you were again, dressed in the cotton nightgown, reaching for the hem. Yes. I had this crab little time on robotic replay.

'' Dad ! '' You demanded. I was n't going to have any of your shit. I pulled my hired man from your ass and coiled your hair back around my wrist.

'' You ca n't seem to listen. '' The hiss was back. `` I said not a Logos while we watch the time. '' I slowly pushed your promontory down my chest, then continued, sliding you further in the direction of my aching peter. `` I watched you grow up from a minuscule girl, into a beautiful Danton True Young woman. Yes, sometimes I looked at you a bit too long. Yes, I 'll admit that sometimes, in my darkest fantasies, you were there. And I was wracked with guilt ; how could a Fatherhood think that way about his precious, young lady ? '' I continued guiding your brain lower, and now, resting on my belly, I could feel your hot intimation bathing the tip of my turncock. I slowed my push. Why ? Perhaps to torture ; torture you or myself, I could n't say. `` But, you 're NOT my precious, young lady, are you ? No, you 're just another adulteress who likes to rapebait every sick shit out there by posting videos of you fucking yourself for them to see. For everyone to enjoy. What you need to get it on is that I brought you here, specifically, to watch over this together. Alone. ''

On the Lenovo, you reared back again to force the tip of the dildo against your wizard spot with each pass.



'' We are going to watch this until I cum ... in your sassing, my little bitch-slut. My short thot-girl. My lilliputian cunting-whore. '' I felt the tip of my cock bump against your warm lip. I would give birth my solution soon. I was either about to bask the most unbelievable few sidereal day of my life, or I was going to be sitting in the lobby downstairs, waiting for the police to arrive once you 've predict them.

Then, I felt the head teacher of my cock enclosed in the hot, wet warmth of your mouth. I felt you seal off your lips around my corona. I felt your tongue dig into my urethra to gather the pre-cum streaming from me. We screamed together then. Yours coming from the Lenovo, mine from the very core of my body. My little jade on the screen came, and so did I. Filling your back talk to overflowing. This was going to be a trip to remember.

Happy Father 's Day/