I loved my daughter to a greater extent than anything in the world, but sometimes you just cave in to certain forces that are stronger than the bond between a father and his daughter.

One such force was my obsessional personality. When I became obsessed with something, I poured all my time, Department of Energy, and money into it. When my married woman melodic line, my daughter Morgan, and I were living under the like ceiling my obsession was UFOs. Sometimes I 'd spend an entire week encampment at land site that reported UFO sightings, and strain 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 pic and unaccompanied masturbation videos, but with so much justify meter on my custody I eventually drifted into more extreme categories.

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On Morgan 's 18th natal day, she traveled to Hawaii with tune and uploaded dozen 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 John Pierpont Morgan a peter tease. She had that semi-mature face that was the utter mixture of cute and sexy, and she had inherited her mother 's lady parts packaged in my slight soma. At the ken of her copious C-cup chest and ass to match, my script subconsciously gripped my cock. I wanted to get hold of out and seize a fistful of her innate blonde tomentum, 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 bound. She uploaded photo of herself at a party dressed as Harley Quinn. She had ripped her top in half so that the bottom of her breast were hanging out, and her shorts might as well have been a flip-flop. I was n't very fond of the dyed whisker or the ludicrous make up and turnout, but what turned me on so much was the guys in the background. A trio of Guy, to be specific, was caught checking out Morgan from behind. They were fixated on her plump ass, with a predatory looking at 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 brim was trying really hard to buy us a drink lol, '' 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 gossip. What if J. P. Morgan accepted that tope ? 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 thought of other men taking advantage of my daughter 's perfect case and body drove me nuts. For the next three calendar month, I fantasized about nothing but multiple men gang raping my wino and drugged Morgan. I downloaded all of her exposure off of Facebook and Instagram and masturbated to each one. I imagined a grouping of big Hawaiian men ruining her vacation, burglars, classmates, and even her being sold off as a sex slave for Christmas to wealthy, old men.

Then I became more twisted. My imagination was n't enough. I began uploading her pictures to a erotica assembly, under the class `` 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 popular threads in that topic. My feller nasty men lusted for her, and I absolutely enjoyed reading about what they 'd do to her.

Life was skilful for about half a year. I felt like I was a esteem member of a biotic community of like-minded men, and they fed my obsession every Night. Then I received a call from Melody, and at maiden I was n't trusted if my sprightliness would get better or worse.

J. P. Morgan had finished her written report at a community college and had been accepted to transmit to a 4-year university just 10-15 second from my house. Melody wanted to know if it was okay to have Lewis Henry Morgan stick around with me, to lighten her fiscal onus. I hesitated, feeling an enormous sum of money of guilt about what I had been fantasizing about and doing with her picture. What if she found out ? But of course I had to agree.

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'' Hello ? Dad ? Are you okay ? '' were her first language to me at the airport in almost 10 years. John Pierpont Morgan was even hotter in somebody, and her looker had me mesmerised. Her clear blue centre dug into my soul and stopped my jiffy, and she smiled an innocent smile, clueless to the countless thoughts I 've had of that beautiful case being slapped with a big black cock.

'' Oh ! Sorry ! Hi ! Wow, flavor at you ! You were a trivial princess when I survive saw you ! Now you 're like ... Miss Universe ! How did this happen ? '' I knew I sounded very strange and cliché.

'' Eh, I lost that pageant. I 'm only miss Southern Golden State, '' 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 class and tinder. She was an angel and the Prince of Darkness at the same clock time. She was such a joy to be around, and for an stallion month I forgot about all my sinfulness and filth as I spent every day with her after work. I felt normal for the first off prison term in a while, but that flow of decency also came to an end.

When she began school and became busy with her course of study and college life, I had too much fourth dimension on my hired man once again. The porn forum practically threw a party when I returned from my hiatus with clean photograph of Lewis Henry Morgan. The guys now knew she lived with me, so my letter box was constantly slammed with postulation. They wanted shots of her underwear, gibe of her sleeping, showering, and quite a few even suggested that I drug her and dishonor 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 wear it again and get pregnant. But of course, that changed too.

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'' Daaaaad ! '' I heard Morgan 's drunken voice shout in the drive. She was returning from a date party thrown by the fraternity of one of her classmates. I opened the room access to a hot mess. Morgan was barefoot with her heels in her hand, and her private parts would be seeable if her fast black minidress rode up another inch.

'' You thought I was Miss existence ! Ha ! Ha ! '' she fell into my weapon, `` I fucking hate male child, dad. I fucking detest them all ! ``

My god she smelled heavenly despite the traces of strong drink. I felt my cock fop as her mamilla pressed into my thorax. I peeked over her shoulder and saw that her wearing apparel had ridden up, fully exposing a bootleg G-string between her gross fanny. I dragged her inside and laid her on the couch to lock the door.

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

I stood by the door, petrified, trying very hard not to get severely. Morgan 's legs were counterpane, exposing herself to me, and the lone matter between me and her was that thin calamitous thong. I called her epithet as I walked toward her, but no response. I kneeled in social movement of her and called her name, but no response. The entire theatre was still, except for her piano snoring and warm breath gently blowing onto my face from her lightly-parted rim. I so badly wanted to tip over and meet my lip with hers, but I gathered all the saneness and morals I had in me and scooped her up in my arms. With her limbs and my semi-hard rooster 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 minute, fighting with myself. `` Just depiction, '' I eventually promised myself as I got back up and grabbed my earpiece, `` I ca n't drop this opportunity. '' I called her name once more, louder this time, and even shook her bed. Still no reception. So I took dozens of photos of her, starting with her invertebrate foot for my substructure fetish buddies, and immediately uploaded them to the thread.

'' Do n't be a niggling gripe and rape that adulteress ! '' was the first comment.
'' cave in her a in effect smack. If she do n't waken up, she ai n't gon na know shit, '' was posted just a endorsement after that.
'' come on bro, at least show us her pussy ! ``

Ugh. I caved in. I agreed. I could n't let this chance go to consume. I had to see and smell out Daniel Morgan 's puss and share her with my supporter. When I returned to her room, she had rolled to her side of meat. I switched my phone to video and began recording myself.

I gently placed my deal on her cool thigh and slowly slue across her still skin toward her ass. I heard her exhale slightly harder and felt her body relax a little, as if she was subconsciously enjoying the touch of my warm hand. Slowly, I strengthened my grip and gave her ass a firm clinch 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 pussy felt warm and damp on the back of my finger's breadth. I tugged with groovy caution, but the underwear slid off surprisingly well-to-do to disclose a youth, succulent cunt. She had thin flaps hidden under juicy, glistening lips. I zoomed in for my online sidekick before I bent over for a long whiff. Her intoxicating smell left me no choice. I had to feel her.

I filmed myself licking my midriff finger, smirked at my consultation as I flipped off the camera, then slowly slid my golden fingerbreadth into Thomas Hunt Morgan 's kitty-cat. She was hot and wet inside. I rotated my finger inside her, feeling her sacred walls, then gently pulled back out. Then I noticed some purity on my finger. I examined closely and realized that it was, unmistakably, person 's cum.

At first I was awash with letdown and jealousy. A portion of me did n't care the fact that someone 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 thirst. I could no longer bear myself, as I became massively turned on by the fact that somebody had already used my whore.

'' Do n't be a little cunt and rape that slut ! '' the inaugural commentary echoed my head.

'' Fuck it, '' I began reasoning with myself, `` If she feels anything tomorrow, she 'll mean it 's from whichever favourable son of a bitch she fucked. If she wakes up, screw it. I already crossed the line a twelvemonth ago. ``

I carefully dragged her rosehip to the edge of the bed and pulled down my knickers. I let my spit bilgewater onto my prick and lubricated the shaft until it was fully slippery. I almost jizzed as I rubbed the head of my putz on her moist pussy mouth. I had fantasized about this moment too many times to count ... another turncock entering her used, cum-filled cunt to bankrupt her even further. Tonight, I 'd be doing the honors.

I slowly pushed myself into her, recording every mo. Her hot, used twat felt amaze, and boy was she tight. I 'm not a big guy, but her pussy hugged my shaft 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 hear her groan again.

She exhaled, as if relieved that her raper had left her. I maintained my pace in and out of Morgan, so that each stroke stimulated a reply from her. My heart pounded at this dangerous game. I was frightened that she would inflame up, but at the Lapplander time I wanted her to. I wanted to discover her groan and screeching and reckon me helplessly with her clear blue eyes as she woke up from her drunken eternal rest to her own daddy raping her. All this thought drove me over the edge. `` Fuck it ! '' I breathed out tatty as I grabbed her juicy ass and slammed my cock rich inside her.

'' Ahh ! '' she let out a gasp. I clenched her ass tighter, and my wooden leg shook underneath me as I dumped payload after cargo into her. I let myself break inside her as I caught my breath, then filmed a current of my cum follow my putz out of my daughter. I returned her G-string back to its master copy placement and watched my cum form a wet patch on the cloth. Satisfied, I returned to my room to upload the television .