I loved my girl more than anything in the world, but sometimes you just cave in to certain forces that are stronger than the bond certificate between a Padre and his daughter.

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

The early military group was lust. After the separation from melodic line I was glued to porn. It started `` normal '' at first, with nude modeling exposure and solo masturbation television, but with so practically free meter on my hands I eventually drifted into more extreme categories.

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On Sir Henry Morgan 's 18th birthday, she traveled to Hawaii with line and uploaded dozens of holiday photos 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 Morgan a prick coquette. She had that semi-mature side that was the consummate mixture of cute and sexy, and she had inherited her female parent 's noblewoman parts packaged in my slim figure. At the sight of her plenteous C-cup bosom 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 hair, toss her cute little 5'4 '' skeleton around, and loose myself onto her.

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

It was her Halloween photos that drove me over the edge. She uploaded photograph of herself at a company dressed as Harley Quinn. She had ripped her top in one-half so that the keister of her breasts were hanging out, and her shorts might as well have been a lash. I was n't very fond of the colored haircloth or the ridiculous make up and turnout, but what turned me on so much was the guys in the background. A triplet of bozo, to be specific, was caught checking out Lewis Henry Morgan from butt. They were fixated on her plump ass, with a ravening look 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 lips was trying really punishing to buy us a drink lol, '' John Pierpont Morgan replied.
'' Yeah, he either had to be an clandestine cop or trying to roofie you lol ''

My imagination ran wild after reading the thirdly remark. What if Sir Henry 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 fantasise about fucking her, but the thought of former men taking advantage of my daughter 's perfect grimace and body drove me nuts. For the next three month, I fantasized about nothing but multiple men gang raping my drunk 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, schoolmate, 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 ikon to a porn assembly, 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 popular yarn in that matter. My fellow filthy men lusted for her, and I absolutely enjoyed reading about what they 'd do to her.

Life was good for about half a twelvemonth. I felt like I was a prise member of a community of like-minded men, and they fed my compulsion every night. Then I received a call from tonal pattern, and at 1st I was n't sure enough if my life would get better or worse.

Sir Henry Morgan had finished her studies at a community college and had been accepted to channel to a 4-year university just 10-15 minutes from my house. Melody wanted to know if it was okay to receive Morgan stay with me, to lighten her financial burden. I hesitated, feeling an enormous amount of guilt about what I had been fantasizing about and doing with her photos. What if she found out ? But of trend I had to agree.

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'' Hello ? Dad ? Are you okay ? '' were her first Scripture to me at the airport in almost 10 years. Morgan was even hotter in person, and her sweetheart had me mesmerised. Her clear down eyes dug into my soul and stopped my beat, and she smiled an free smile, clueless to the countless thoughts I 've had of that beautiful font being slapped with a big black cock.

'' Oh ! Sorry ! Hi ! Wow, look at you ! You were a trivial princess when I end saw you ! Now you 're like ... fille Universe ! How did this befall ? '' I knew I sounded very unusual and cliché.

'' Eh, I lost that pageantry. I 'm only Miss 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 look from ... you handsome old man ! '' she winked as she gently nudged at my ribcage with her elbow.

I absolutely melted. Morgan had year and punk. She was an angel and the devil at the Lapplander time. She was such a joy to be around, and for an entire calendar month I forgot about all my Sin and filth as I spent every day with her after oeuvre. I felt normal for the first time in a while, but that period of time of decency also came to an end.

When she began school and became fussy with her classes and college life sentence, I had too much clip on my hands once again. The porn assembly practically threw a party when I returned from my hiatus with novel photos of John Pierpont Morgan. The cat now knew she lived with me, so my mailbox was constantly slammed with asking. They wanted injection of her underwear, slam of her quiescence, showering, and quite a few even suggested that I drug her and rape her myself, knowing my tastes. But there was no way I 'd harm her. I did n't even make bold jacking off with her underwear, worried she might have on it again and get pregnant. But of course of study, that changed too.

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'' Daaaaad ! '' I heard Morgan 's drunken voice call in the driveway. She was returning from a escort party thrown by the brotherhood of one of her classmates. I opened the doorway to a hot deal. Morgan was barefoot with her cad in her deal, and her fork would be visible if her soused calamitous minidress rode up another inch.

'' You thought I was miss universe ! Ha ! Ha ! '' she fell into my munition, `` I fucking hate son, dad. I fucking detest them all ! ``

My god she smelled heavenly despite the trace of hard drink. I felt my prick crestless wave as her mammilla pressed into my chest. I peeked over her shoulder and saw that her garb had ridden up, fully exposing a black G-string between her perfect bun. 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 log Z's, `` I just want some wine and a million pup ! ``

I stood by the door, petrified, trying very hard not to get hard. John Pierpont Morgan 's ramification were spread, exposing herself to me, and the only thing between me and her was that thin disastrous G-string. I called her public figure as I walked toward her, but no reception. I kneeled in front of her and called her name, but no response. The full house was still, except for her soft snoring and affectionate breath gently blowing onto my font from her lightly-parted brim. I so badly wanted to lean over and see my lips with hers, but I gathered all the sanity and ethical motive I had in me and scooped her up in my blazonry. With her limb 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 minute, fighting with myself. `` Just scene, '' I eventually promised myself as I got back up and grabbed my phone, `` I ca n't miss this opportunity. '' I called her epithet once more, louder this time, and even shook her bed. Still no response. So I took dozens of photo of her, starting with her feet for my foot fetish buddies, and immediately uploaded them to the thread.

'' Do n't be a small bitch and colza that slovenly woman ! '' was the first comment.
'' impart her a practiced smack. If she do n't wake up, she ai n't gon na know shit, '' was posted just a second after that.
'' come on bro, at least show us her kitty ! ``

Ugh. I caved in. I agreed. I could n't let this chance go to waste. I had to see and smell Henry Morgan 's kitty-cat and share her with my friends. When I returned to her room, she had rolled to her incline. I switched my speech sound to video and began recording myself.

I gently placed my hand on her cool thigh and slowly slid across her smooth skin toward her ass. I heard her exhale slightly harder and felt her body unwind a little, as if she was subconsciously enjoying the touch of my tender hand. Slowly, I strengthened my grip and gave her ass a firm squeeze and a mollify waggle. It was mostly fatty and jiggly, just the way I liked it.

Then I slowly curled my finger and hooked in her G-string. Her pussy felt warmly and dampness on the rear of my finger. I tugged with cracking caution, but the underclothes slid off surprisingly slow to unveil a young, lush pussycat. She had melt off flaps hidden under juicy, glistening mouth. I zoomed in for my online brother before I bent over for a long puff of air. Her intoxicating feeling left me no selection. I had to feel her.

I filmed myself licking my middle finger, smirked at my audience as I flipped off the photographic camera, then slowly skid my lucky finger into John Pierpont Morgan 's pussycat. She was hot and wet inside. I rotated my digit inside her, feeling her sacred walls, then gently pulled back out. Then I noticed some innocence on my finger. I examined closely and realized that it was, unmistakably, someone 's cum.

At 1st I was awash with dashing hopes and green-eyed monster. A role of me did n't wish the fact that someone had slept with my daughter without my approving, and another constituent of me wanted J. P. Morgan solely for myself. The latter emotion eventually grew into an uncontrollable hunger. I could no longer take myself, as I became massively turned on by the fact that someone had already used my whore.

'' Do n't be a little gripe and rape that jade ! '' the first commentary echoed my head.

'' roll in the hay it, '' I began reasoning with myself, `` If she feels anything tomorrow, she 'll think 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 hips to the border of the bed and pulled down my knickers. I let my spit drool onto my cock and lubricated the shaft until it was fully slippery. I almost jizzed as I rubbed the header of my cock on her mute pussycat lips. I had fantasized about this bit too many times to count ... another rooster 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 second. Her hot, expend pussy felt amazing, and boy was she tight. I 'm not a big guy, but her puss 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 moan again.

She exhaled, as if relieved that her rapist had left her. I maintained my pace in and out of Morgan, so that each chance event stimulated a response from her. My centre pounded at this severe biz. I was frightened that she would awake up, but at the Saami sentence I wanted her to. I wanted to hear her moan and scream and look me helplessly with her all the way grim eyes as she woke up from her boozy sleep to her own daddy raping her. All this thought drove me over the boundary. `` Fuck it ! '' I breathed out loud as I grabbed her juicy ass and slammed my cock mystifying inside her.

'' Ahh ! '' she let out a gasp. I clenched her ass tighter, and my leg shook underneath me as I dumped load after consignment into her. I let myself soften inside her as I caught my breath, then filmed a stream of my cum watch my cock out of my daughter. I returned her thong back to its original position and watched my cum form a wet patch on the fabric. Satisfied, I returned to my way to upload the picture .