My daughter Frank Philip Stella wants to be an influencer. She's a bright female child, and I've always hoped she would find fault a profession using her mastermind and not her body. But I can't make her choices for her, so I compromised. I told Stella that I would support her, provided that she maintained a 4.0 GPA and attended College. Frank Philip Stella has kept up her end of the bargain. She just got accepted into UCLA ! I couldn't be a prouder dad.

So in turn, I've supported her influencer dreaming. I've purchased unnumbered outfits for Youtube trying on hauls and lighting equipment and tv camera for her photoshoots. I even appeared in a youtube telecasting where she covered my font in daughter makeup. She thought that was the funniest thing ever ! Sometimes I even take pictures of her when her friends aren't around to do it.

I will allow in, Stella does look like an instagram model. She has long wavy brown pilus, big green middle, a radiant smile, and a stacked figure she's spent hours in the gym working for. When we're out in public together men are constantly checking out her chummy bubble laughingstock. If I wasn't her forefather, I guess I'd think Frank Philip Stella was pretty hot too ! All this attention worries me. I don't like men leering at her on the street or on the internet. I'm protective over my baby girl ! So I asked Stella to not post inappropriate word-painting or videos of herself, and she agreed. But it seems her definition of inappropriate is a bit different than mine. She has posted snap stories of her twerking, workout videos of her doing diddlyshit in the gym, and even bikini clad instagram exposure that prominently feature her hind end.

So Frank Stella left me with little pick. I added a new rule to our agreement : All her C. W. Post must be approved by me. If you wouldn't text it to your father, don't post it, I told her. Now Frank Philip Stella texts me likely Charles William Post everyday. Usually they're harmless, but last week she sent me a photo of her lying on her bed in a sundress with her legs slightly parted revealing her pinko panties. Two day ago she sent me a picture of her by our pond wearing a red micro bikini, turned at an angle to show off her ass. There was no way I would ever let Stella place those pictures, she must know that, right ? I'm sure this is just a ploy for attention. But, I'm starting to inquire if Frank Stella enjoys teasing me, even flirting with me.

There's a new tension in our relationship now. Our hugs last a few seconds longer. When we cuddle while watching a movie, I can feel her pushing her physical structure into mine. She's started wearing less and less clothing around the house, no matter how many clip I chastise her. Yesterday she walked into the kitchen with a string bikini top and short terry cloth prize shorts. I swear she made a show of reaching down into the freezer, shaking her ass around as she looked for a snack.

"Stella, you have to start covering up around the house."

"Why daddy, is all of this too sexy for you to handle ?"She ran her hands down her trunk and shake up her ass."Ew, are you worried I'm going to turn you on ? That 's so gross dad"Stella laughed. My human face turned red and I just stammered out a No. Frank Philip Stella pulled out her telephone."Oh here, dad, can I post this ?"She pulls up a word picture of herself lying in bed in a indicatory airs, wearing pinko lingerie.

"No. You're in bed"

"Why dad ? People on the internet, like, know that I have a bed. That's not, like, new data for them. How about this one ?"

"No."

Frank Stella adopted an awful British people dialect"papa, is this indecent ?"

"Yes"

"Ugh, this is so unfair. Skinny girls never get asked to cut through up. You're basically just punishing me for having a outstanding body"

"Yup"

Stella tilted her head to the side and smiled"So you think I have a great consistence ? Thanks dad !"She laughed, and skipped out of the elbow room chanting"daddy thinks I'm sexy, dada thinks I'm sexy !"It's time to admit it. She's right ! I do find Frank Stella sexy. And I even though it 's awry, I want nothing More than to fuck her !

The next day I sat by the pocket billiards, reading a King John Grisham novel. Frank Stella emerged from the house looking absolutely beaming, in daisy duke shirts and a small tankful top.

"Dad, I'm bored ! You want to do a photo school term ?"

"Sure, I am looking pretty ripe today."

Stella laughed and lightly punched my arm."A photo school term of me stunned !"

"Alright, sweety"

Stella handed me her telephone set. She pulled off her tankful top and shorts to reveal her deary red chain two-piece. My tool began to harden, but I did n't like. My daughter should see what she's doing to me ! I snapped a few pics while she smiled leaning back on the rail. Then she began to pose. She turned to her side and popped her ticker ass out. She turned her back to me and looked at the camera over her shoulder smiling suggestively. She turned to her side to demo off her visibility, giving the camera a slight coquettish smile. I just kept snapping to a greater extent characterisation, my heart beating rapidly.

I couldn't wait any yearner, I had to get my hired hand on that beautiful body."lulu, come here. Come take a feeling and see if you like any of these image"I called out. She sashayed over. I wrapped my arm around her, squeezing her articulatio humeri, as we both peered over her earpiece and scrolled through the shots of her.

"These are great dad, you're such a honest photographer !"Stella rested her head on my berm and gazed up at me.

"You look beautiful Stella ! But you know I'm never letting you post any of these right ?"

"These are just for you, silly ! Let's take some selfies together !"

Stella took the tv camera and leaned in finisher to me. She snapped photos from dissimilar angles making precious little faces in each one."Do you friends ask their pa to do photoshoots wish this ?"I asked."No, but they don't have cute daddy like mine"Stella leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

Stella gave me a blotto hug."Thank you dad. You really are the expert,"she said, as she nuzzled her facial expression against my chest."She must be able to feel my erect cock pressing against her, she must. Stella pulled me in even tighter. Holy shit ! I knew at that present moment Frank Philip Stella wasn't just teasing. She wanted me to fuck her. And I always give my daughter what she wants ! I grabbed her neck opening and tilted her psyche upwards. We'd been flirting for hebdomad now, it felt so instinctive."You know I should really punish you for posting such cruddy pictures"

I smacked her ass hard. She yelped. Then I gave her a long kiss. We stayed like that for a minute. With one hand I continued to smack her ass cheeks lightly, the other stayed gripped her neck opening. I pulled away from our kiss. We stared into each other 's centre for a long moment, our hearts racing. Then I picked Stella up, causing her to oink, and I carried her heterosexual to the master copy bedroom.

"I love you Stella"I told her as I laid her down on my bed. We continued to kiss for a few moments. As we kissed I ran my hands over her body. Then I pulled off her bikini."Stand up for me sweety, daddy wants to look at you"Frank Stella nervously got up and stood next to the bed. Initially she covered her breast, but I grabbed her arm and yanked it down. She jumped a little. I had always been a docile presence in her living, I liked how dismayed she was to see my strong-growing side."Don't commencement getting shy on me now sweetheart. Do a little spin for pa"Stella nervously turned around. She was even more beautiful than I thought. Thin waist, tight ass, light olive pelt with some cute piffling tan lines.



"Good young lady. Now get on your knees for daddy."Stella nervously obeyed my command.

"Good.now untie my belt."

"Unzip the blue jean. Good. choose out daddy's peter"

"You ever seen one of these up close before ?"Frank Stella shook her fountainhead."Just be gentle, I 'll walk you through it. You're going to do great."

My piddling angel was a Virgin ! I could train her to please me just the way I liked. This was getting better and better.

"Put your hand around it, ahh blue ! Ok better. thoroughly. Now stroke it a few times. Mmm, that spirit genuine nice. Ok now spread out your mouth real blanket, daddys going to slip it in."

I couldn't resist with that angelic face looking up at me. I placed my cock in her mouthpiece, grabbed her point and slammed it into my cock. Stella sure as shooting wasn't expecting that ! She choked for a second then I let her go. I slapped her impertinence hard. She looked up at me with a betrayed expression on her face, a few tear now wetting her cheeks. I was going to have to be gentle again.

"It 's ok sweetie you made daddy so happy. semen here."I pulled Stella up into my lap and held her naked consistence tight. She rested her straits on my shoulder, still crying a lilliputian."Don't worry you'll learn to love that."I kissed her again. After a few moment of making out she was putty in my manus again. I began to pester her nipples and dance my finger around her clit. Frank Philip Stella was in a craze now. She grabbed my cock and begged for me to put it in her. I stood up and tore my apparel off. I grabbed both her arms and pinned them above her head while positioning myself to enter her. I've never felt a wetter pussy.

Let me tell you, entering your daughter for the firstly clock time is the unmarried greatest feeling a man could ever throw. It was pure ecstasy. Stella told me later she came on the bit, despite the annoyance. I started with retard deep accident, still holding her Down with one hand, playing with her nipples with my other. Stella was lost in delight. I let go of her bridge player, which she immediately wrapped around me. I grabbed her neck, choking her lightly as I increased the pace. Before long I was diddly-shit hammering into my girl while she moaned. I couldn't live much longer. I pulled out and launched roofy after rope of cum in Stella subject waiting mouth. She collapsed back onto the bed.

"Are you ready for another photoshoot babe ?"I grabbed my telephone set and snapped pictures of Stella 's wrecked body and cum drenched face."You want dada to brand these sweetheart ? Show everyone what a slut you really are ?"My parental inherent aptitude kicked in."seed on let 's get you cleaned up."I took Stella by the hand and led her to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and we both hopped in. We cleaned each other 's trunk and kissed a little more. I became erect again. Stella grabbed at it and giggled"Woo there tiger, no rush, we have all weekend … ”