I loved my daughter more than anything in the world, but sometimes you just spelunk in to sealed forces that are stronger than the hamper between a father and his daughter.

One such personnel was my obsessive personality. When I became obsessed with something, I poured all my clip, muscularity, and money into it. When my wife Melody, my girl Morgan, and I were living under the like roof my compulsion was UFOs. Sometimes I 'd spend an entire week camping at sites that reported UFO sightings, and Melody eventually grew tired of me and left with Morgan.

The early force was luxuria. After the separation from tune I was glued to porn. It started `` normal '' at first gear, with naked modeling photos and solo masturbation videos, but with so much free time on my hands I eventually drifted into more extreme categories.

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On Morgan 's 18th birthday, she traveled to Hawaii Island with melody and uploaded lots of vacation pic to her Facebook and Instagram. melodic line had let herself go a bit -- many men would 've referred to her as `` thickheaded '' -- but my god was Thomas Hunt Morgan a cock tease. She had that semi-mature look that was the complete mixing of cute and sexy, and she had inherited her mother 's lady parts packaged in my slim design. At the peck of her sizable C-cup breasts and ass to match, my hand subconsciously gripped my cock. I wanted to reach out and take hold of a fistful of her natural blonde tomentum, toss her cute little 5'4 '' flesh around, and unleash myself onto her.

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

It was her Allhallows Eve picture that drove me over the border. She uploaded photos of herself at a party dressed as Harley Quinn. She had ripped her top in half so that the nates of her tit were hanging out, and her boxershorts might as well have been a G-string. I was n't very fond of the dyed hair or the derisory make up and outfit, but what turned me on so much was the guys in the screen background. A ternary of bozo, to be specific, was caught checking out John Pierpont Morgan from behind. They were fixated on her plump ass, with a raptorial look in their optic. One of them was even licking his lips.

'' Caught them creepin lol, '' one of Morgan 's booster commented on her photo.
'' That guy licking his backtalk was trying really hard to buy us a swallow lol, '' Sir Henry Morgan replied.
'' Yeah, he either had to be an undercover cop or trying to roofie you lol ''

My imagination ran wild after reading the third comment. What if Morgan accepted that wassail ? What if it was spiked ? What if she had gone to that political 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 reward of my girl 's perfect typeface and physical structure push me Nut. For the next three month, I fantasized about nothing but multiple men gang raping my rummy and drugged Morgan. I downloaded all of her photos off of Facebook and Instagram and masturbated to each one. I imagined a grouping of big Hawaiian men ruining her vacation, burglars, schoolfellow, and even her being sold off as a sex hard worker for Yuletide to wealthy, old men.

Then I became more bend. My imagination was n't enough. I began uploading her pictures to a smut forum, under the category `` What Would You Do ? '' It turned out that my eyes had n't been deceiving me. Morgan was objectively gorgeous, as she became one of the most pop threads in that topic. My buster filthy men lusted for her, and I absolutely enjoyed reading about what they 'd do to her.

life was good for about half a year. I felt like I was a valued member of a community of like-minded men, and they fed my compulsion every night. Then I received a call from Melody, and at first I was n't surely if my liveliness would get expert or worse.

Morgan had finished her studies at a community college and had been accepted to transfer to a 4-year university just 10-15 moment from my house. Melody wanted to get it on if it was okay to ingest Morgan abide with me, to buoy up her financial burden. I hesitated, feeling an tremendous amount of guilt about what I had been fantasizing about and doing with her photograph. What if she found out ? But of course I had to agree.

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'' hello ? Dad ? Are you okay ? '' were her first words to me at the airport in almost 10 years. J. P. Morgan was even hotter in person, and her lulu had me hypnotised. Her clearly blue eye dug into my soul and stopped my heartbeat, and she smiled an innocent grin, clueless to the countless thought process I 've had of that beautiful typeface being slapped with a big inkiness cock.

'' Oh ! Sorry ! Hi ! Wow, face at you ! You were a trivial princess when I finale saw you ! Now you 're like ... girl macrocosm ! How did this happen ? '' I knew I sounded very foreign and cliché.

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

'' Really ? ``

'' No, silly ! I 'm messing with ya ! And what do you mean ‘ 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. Henry Morgan had form and spunk. She was an holy person and the devil at the same time. She was such a joy to be around, and for an entire month I forgot about all my sins and filth as I spent every day with her after work. I felt normal for the first time in a while, but that flow of decency also came to an end.

When she began school and became busy with her family and college liveliness, I had too often time on my men once again. The porn meeting place practically threw a party when I returned from my hiatus with fresh photos of Henry Morgan. The guys now knew she lived with me, so my postbox was constantly slammed with asking. They wanted shots of her underclothing, shots of her quiescency, showering, and quite a few even suggested that I drug her and dishonour her myself, knowing my gustatory modality. 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 significant. But of grade, that changed too.

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'' Daaaaad ! '' I heard Morgan 's drunken vocalism shout in the driveway. She was returning from a particular date party thrown by the fraternity of one of her classmates. I opened the doorway to a hot mass. Henry Morgan was barefoot with her heels in her hand, and her crotch would be visible if her wet black minidress rode up another inch.

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

My god she smelled heavenly despite the traces of spirits. I felt my cock swell as her pap pressed into my chest. I peeked over her shoulder and saw that her garb had ridden up, fully exposing a Joseph Black G-string between her complete rear. I dragged her interior and laid her on the lounge to put away the door.

'' Why are boys so make love dumb ? '' she incoherently mumbled herself to log Z's, `` I just want some wine and a million puppies ! ``

I stood by the threshold, petrified, trying very hard not to get hard. Morgan 's stage were spread, exposing herself to me, and the only thing between me and her was that cut black G-string. I called her public figure as I walked toward her, but no response. I kneeled in front of her and called her name, but no reply. The intact house was still, except for her mild snore and warm up breath gently blowing onto my face from her lightly-parted lips. I so badly wanted to lean over and converge my lips with hers, but I gathered all the saneness and morals I had in me and scooped her up in my arms. With her tree branch and my semi-hard cock dangling side 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 scene, '' I eventually promised myself as I got back up and seize my phone, `` I ca n't miss this opportunity. '' I called her name once more, louder this prison term, and even shook her bed. Still no response. So I took XII of photos of her, starting with her human foot for my foot voodoo pal, and immediately uploaded them to the thread.

'' Do n't be a fiddling squawk and Brassica napus that slut ! '' was the first comment.
'' Give her a good smacking. If she do n't wake up, she ai n't gon na know jack, '' was posted just a second gear after that.
'' ejaculate on bro, at to the lowest degree show us her kitty-cat ! ``

Ugh. I caved in. I agreed. I could n't let this prospect go to waste. I had to see and smack Morgan 's pussy and share her with my friends. When I returned to her room, 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 slew across her liquid skin toward her ass. I heard her exhale slightly harder and felt her dead body relax a little, as if she was subconsciously enjoying the touch of my lovesome bridge player. Slowly, I strengthened my grip and gave her ass a firm credit crunch and a aristocratical handshake. It was mostly butterball and jiggly, just the way I liked it.

Then I slowly curled my finger's breadth and hooked in her thong. Her pussycat felt warm and dampness on the back of my finger. I tugged with great caveat, but the underclothes slid off surprisingly tardily to reveal a Whitney Moore Young Jr., lush puss. She had slender flaps hidden under juicy, glistening back talk. I zoomed in for my online buddies 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 centre finger, smirked at my consultation as I flipped off the camera, then slowly slid my golden finger into Henry Morgan 's snatch. She was hot and wet inside. I rotated my finger inside her, feeling her sacred rampart, then gently pulled back out. Then I noticed some innocence on my digit. I examined closely and realized that it was, unmistakably, someone 's cum.

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

'' Do n't be a lilliputian kick and rape that slut ! '' the first commentary echoed my head.

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

I carefully dragged her coxa to the edge of the bed and pulled down my pants. I let my spit drool onto my shaft and lubricated the shaft until it was fully slippy. I almost jizzed as I rubbed the head of my cock on her damp pussy lips. I had fantasized about this moment too many meter to number ... another hammer entering her used, cum-filled snatch to ruin her even further. Tonight, I 'd be doing the honors.

I slowly pushed myself into her, recording every minute. Her hot, expend pussy felt awing, and boy was she tight. I 'm not a big guy, but her kitty-cat hugged my cock 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 rapist had left her. I maintained my gait in and out of J. P. Morgan, so that each stroke stimulated a response from her. My spunk pounded at this severe game. I was frightened that she would wake up, but at the Saame time I wanted her to. I wanted to hear her moan and scream and take care me helplessly with her clear drear eyes as she woke up from her drunken sleep to her own pa raping her. All this thought drove me over the edge. `` Fuck it ! '' I breathed out loud 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 ramification shook underneath me as I dumped incumbrance after incumbrance into her. I let myself damp inside her as I caught my breath, then filmed a stream of my cum come my stopcock out of my daughter. I returned her G-string back to its original position and watched my cum sort a wet spot on the material. Satisfied, I returned to my room to upload the video .