I had a business trip coming up that requires a three-hour drive. I offered to take on my beautiful, just-turned-18-year-old girl with me to get away the ennui of quarantine. I need to a few site sojourn which are speedy and easy and low-risk for Covid. The hotel sits on the craggy, New England shoreline in a historical town. There would be plenty for us to see and do without getting crazy and moving through crowds. You accept.

The drive is fun. We 've always had a good clip together alone. We have exchangeable interests, and senses of humor spawned in the drear abyss of hell - we laugh the whole way.

We check into the hotel at nearly 10 PM. The plan is to get a good sleep and have an early on breakfast as the pancake business firm across the street.

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

You take a exhibitioner and change into your pajama that shave off a distich of your already short years. Your hair's-breadth is pulled back in a ponytail.

I 'm reclining on one of the tabby beds with my laptop resting on my thigh. I 'm sipping a fresh crapulence and there is one on the nightstand for you.

'' Come sit next to me, babe. I want to show you something, '' I pat the empty space on the bed beside me. You dive in and roll close to me so we can percentage the filmdom on the pocket-sized Lenovo. I pass you the beverage and open the browser in the computer.

The cover populates several rows of .mpg files.

'' motion-picture show night ! '' You squeal in delight. `` tinker's damn, we should have got popcorn ! '' You snuggle in closer to me resting your psyche on my shoulder, my rectify arm cradling you. Your ponytail slides down and tickles my neck as I reach down with my left-hand hired hand to stroke the computer mouse and launch the showtime clip.

The player pops us and we are greeted by a slightly hazy video of a young girl, 7 years 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 dress at a Hopi Pow Wow which brought a cascade of laughter from you.

'' Where did you get these, Dad ? '' Your vox suddenly taking on a more serious feeling. `` Are there more ? ``

'' I was clearing out some junk out of the basement and I ran across a bunch of old, HD video magnetic tape. '' I replied, as I casually took your ponytail in my right and stroke down the length of it, gently pulling as I went. `` I cut a few clips on Movie shaper. '' I tightened my bag in your hair and rotated your promontory to face me. `` delay till you see this one. ``

I launched the future clip. Suddenly, there you were in a powder blue summer garb. The bodice clung snugly to your torso, accenting the budding swells of your breasts, the skirt flared out in perfectly creased pleats. You had on a pair of cream high up heel shoes that made your legs wobble as you `` modeled '' for the photographic camera in our kitchen.

'' Holy jack, dad ! '' Your mouth fell open as you stared at the screen.

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

'' I remember that dress like it was yesterday ! '' You said, then adding. `` And my kickoff twain of gamy heels ... not very graceful was I ? ``

'' You 've always floated like an Angel to me, love. '' I smile at you. `` That dress ... that wearing apparel has always been my favored dress for you. I have some kind of affair about plait. '' I mused as I absently stroked the distance of your ponytail.

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

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

'' Of course, I do, it was a minuscule Wyrd. '' You looked at me then, mild mix-up danced in your eyes as if you sensed that this conversation was headed into uncharted, perhaps severe waters, but nothing real to establish your feelings on. As you spoke, I casually coiled the distance of your ponytail around my hand, a little more tightly this time. `` You said, if my escort got out of line, tried something I did n't like and you needed to run, get sure you kick of those skid ! You 'll never make it far in them young madam. '' We smiled at each early.

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

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

'' Language, Whitney Moore Young Jr. lady. '' I squeezed you faithful. It seemed the drinking had loosened your tongue a bit.

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

'' What do you think ? '' I said in my to the highest degree carefully nonchalant voice.

'' I can feel your heart under my manus. It 's beating so fast, so punishing. '' 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 nothing. The truth ; I was scared shitless. I had no idea how you would react to what I would do next, but I was certain that it would change the dynamics of our relationship, irreversibly. I cinched your pilus around my fist tightly enough to raise a soft moan from you. `` Careful, Dad, that tone sound, but not so hard. It hurts a little. '' I smiled privately. It hurts fiddling. I thought to myself, `` You have no idea. ``

'' see this one, babe, it 's my absolute darling. '' I opened the file and the player popped up. The images in this video were sharply focused and very recent. You appeared, kneeling on the pink rug beside your bed dressed in a white, cotton wool nightgown. That 's all you needed to see to recognize it for what it was.

'' Dad ! '' You screamed, as you tried to propel your body towards the laptop computer, but I held you fast by your hair while squeezing your body tightly future to mine with my arm. I was 42, but I was in great frame ; stiff and agile. You were n't going anywhere. `` intercept the video, Dad ! '' On the filmdom, you pulled the hem of the nightgown up and over your head, you were naked beneath. You spread your knees so panoptic as you knelt until they were perpendicular to your body. And my God, your eubstance was perfect tense, petite and soaked. Your bosom were still piffling Sir Thomas More than the budding swells you displayed beneath a powder blue dress in the premature video recording. But your pale pink areolas were the size of half-dollars, your nipples, midst and rising. lower berth, your hips flared impossibly, the osseous tissue sharply defined beneath your cutis. The sheik of your mound had been waxed perfectly smooth out. Your figure of speech was without spot.

'' It 's okay, it 's o.k., 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, purpurate dildo. You raised your trunk a few inches, and then wedged the Qaeda into the nap of the rug, pointing the tip up toward the folds of your beautifully shaped pussy. I swallowed hard.

'' ferment it off ! Please, dada ! Please ! '' You cried out to me. I yanked your hair to turn your brass to me once again. What came out of my mouthpiece was more of a boo than a voice.

'' You fucking arrest this screaming right now ! Do you hear me ? '' I moved our faces very close together. `` I know you did n't make a video like this to keep only for yourself. You 've shared it with others, so do n't you dare assume embarrassment with me, you little, fucking slut ! '' Your eyes were wide with trauma, disbelief and outright terror. `` You 're going to watch this with me, and then we are going to talk. Until then. Not a shtup intelligence. '' I tightened my handgrip in your fuzz and I shook my clenched fist for emphasis. `` Is that clear, cunt ? '' Slowly, you nodded affirmatively. `` Good, '' I said in something that was more closely to my vocalization. `` I told you, this is my favourite clip, do n't break it. '' I turned you back to look at the CRT screen and rested your head on my chest.

The previous video recording had no strait ; this one did. I had the mass leveled out well over 50 %. We could learn your breath and still whimpers as you worked the tip of the dildo through your folds, seeking a profoundly place. When you found it, a long moan escaped your throat. You did n't eff it at the time, but I had watched this video, ad nauseum, since I had discovered it on my iCloud drive ; every movement and every sound you made was seared into the memory cells of my now wantonly debauched judgement. I did n't bonk the mechanics of how you accidentally uploaded the video to my account, but I had become obsessed with it from the moment I clicked sport.

On the screen, we watched you pulled your mouth in and pass an `` Mmmmm ... '' as you ground your pelvis down toward the trading floor, and several in of the dildo disappeared into your torso. You bounced quickly on your knees once the tip was securely lodged inside you, driving down further with each repeating until you were taking all but a few inches of the toy. The bounciness changed in party favor of yearner, more purposeful stroking. Your button had risen from its cocktail dress, glistening in the light of your room.

I lifted my hip slightly from the bed, just enough that I could force my pajamas and underdrawers down to my thighs. My cock rose up from my groin like a animate being that had been rudely awakened. Seven and a half inch long, and thick as your wrist, it hovered there, softly breathing in time with my blink of an eye. Pre-cum, rich and thickset drooled from tip.

'' Dad ? '' You whimpered, so quietly, it was nearly lost beneath the guttural, deep groan emitting from the Lenovo 's speaker system. I loosened your ponytail from around my hand. Once it was free, I slid my mitt down your back, beneath the cincture of your pajamas to palm your ass. Your skin was cushy and cool.

'' Remember what I had said. Not a word. This is the dear parting and there 's only 20 irregular left. '' I said sternly.

Just then, on the CRT screen, you reared backwards, your hands hitting the floor behind you for support. Your ribcage jutted forward and your titty disappeared completely, save the erect nipples, now pointing directly to the ceiling. My cock rose and fell back onto my stomach, still leaking. I traced the contours of your ass with my fingers.

Your moan had become drawn out screams now as your rode the dildo finisher to your motive with each CVA. Suddenly, your body tightened, each brawniness clenched and became defined. You trembled for a import, then quickly looked at the door as if you might experience heard a speech sound. You pulled your knee joint in together which gave you good deal of way to pull the dildo release from your body. You crawled toward the tv camera, smiled into it and said, `` Oh, shtup yeah. '' You reached out to the tv camera and ... slice to black.

What relief you felt when the video finished, was ephemeral. The participant winked out and evaporate, 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 squawk little clip on automatic replay.

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

'' You ca n't seem to take heed. '' The hiss was back. `` I said not a Holy Scripture while we watch the time. '' I slowly pushed your mind down my thorax, then continued, sliding you further in the commission of my aching shaft. `` I watched you grow up from a petty girl, into a beautiful Lester Willis Young woman. Yes, sometimes I looked at you a bit too long. Yes, I 'll intromit that sometimes, in my darkest fantasies, you were there. And I was wracked with guilt ; how could a founder think that way about his treasured, unseasoned lady ? '' I continued guiding your head lower, and now, resting on my belly, I could feel your hot breath 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 loose woman who likes to rapebait every sick motherfucker out there by posting video of you fucking yourself for them to see. For everyone to enjoy. What you need to recognise is that I brought you here, specifically, to watch this together. Alone. ''

On the Lenovo, you reared back again to wedge the tip of the dildo against your wizardly stain with each pass.



'' We are going to watch this until I cum ... in your mouth, my little bitch-slut. My little thot-girl. My trivial cunting-whore. '' I felt the tip of my cock prominence against your strong lips. I would sustain my response soon. I was either about to enjoy the most incredible few days of my life, or I was going to be sitting in the third house downstairs, waiting for the police to arrive once you 've bid them.

Then, I felt the head of my prick enclosed in the hot, wet lovingness of your oral cavity. I felt you seal your lips around my Saint Ulmo's light. I felt your tongue dig into my urethra to gather the pre-cum cyclosis from me. We screamed together then. Yours coming from the Lenovo, mine from the very substance of my consistency. My footling jade on the blind came, and so did I. Filling your mouth to overflowing. This was going to be a trip to think of.

Happy Father 's Day/