I loved my daughter more than anything in the world, but sometimes you just cave in to certain forces that are firm than the attachment between a father and his daughter.

One such forcefulness was my obsessive personality. When I became obsessed with something, I poured all my clip, energy, 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 website that reported UFO sightings, and line eventually grew tired of me and left with Morgan.

The former force was lust. After the interval from Melody I was glued to porn. It started `` normal '' at first, with nude painting modeling photo and solo onanism videos, but with so much free sentence on my hand I eventually drifted into more extreme categories.

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On Morgan 's 18th birthday, she traveled to Hawaii with Melody and uploaded gobs of vacation 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 putz teaser. She had that semi-mature face that was the complete mixture of cute and sexy, and she had inherited her mother 's madam role packaged in my slim figure of speech. At the sight of her rich C-cup breasts and ass to match, my script subconsciously gripped my cock. I wanted to hand out and grab a fistful of her natural blonde hair, toss her cute little 5'4 '' build around, and unleash myself onto her.

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

It was her Hallowe'en exposure that drove me over the edge. She uploaded pic of herself at a party dressed as Harley Quinn. She had ripped her top in half so that the bottom of her bosom were hanging out, and her shorts might as well have been a thong. I was n't very fond of the dyed hairsbreadth or the farcical make up and outfit, but what turned me on so a lot was the guy in the background. A trio of guys, to be specific, was caught checking out John Pierpont Morgan from tail. They were fixated on her plump ass, with a predatory facial expression in their eye. One of them was even licking his lips.

'' Caught them creepin lol, '' one of Thomas Hunt Morgan 's friends commented on her photo.
'' That guy licking his rim was trying really hard to buy us a swallow lol, '' Morgan replied.
'' Yeah, he either had to be an hush-hush cop or trying to roofie you lol ''

My imagination ran wild after reading the third commentary. What if Daniel Morgan accepted that drink ? 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 early men taking reward of my daughter 's perfect font and body drove me nuts. For the following three calendar month, I fantasized about nothing but multiple men gang raping my drunk and drugged J. P. Morgan. I downloaded all of her photos off of Facebook and Instagram and masturbated to each one. I imagined a chemical group of big Hawaiian men ruining her vacation, burglars, classmates, and even her being sold off as a sex slave for Dec 25 to wealthy, old men.

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

Life was trade good for about half a year. I felt like I was a value member of a biotic community of like-minded men, and they fed my obsession every night. Then I received a call from tune, and at first of all I was n't for sure if my life-time would get improve 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 minutes from my family. Melody wanted to know if it was okay to have Morgan abide with me, to lighten her financial essence. I hesitated, feeling an enormous amount of guilt feelings about what I had been fantasizing about and doing with her photos. What if she found out ? But of form I had to agree.

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'' howdy ? Dad ? Are you okay ? '' were her first Bible to me at the airport in almost 10 years. Daniel Morgan was even hotter in person, and her beauty had me hypnotized. Her clear blue centre dug into my mortal and stopped my heartbeat, and she smiled an sinless smiling, clueless to the countless intellection I 've had of that beautiful expression being slapped with a big black cock.

'' Oh ! Sorry ! Hi ! Wow, look at you ! You were a picayune princess when I in conclusion saw you ! Now you 're like ... young lady macrocosm ! How did this occur ? '' I knew I sounded very strange and cliché.

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

'' Really ? ``

'' No, silly ! I 'm messing with ya ! And what do you stand for ‘ how did this happen'? I mean, I can see where I got my face from ... you handsome old man ! '' she winked as she gently nudged at my ribcage with her elbow.

I absolutely melted. Morgan had socio-economic class and spunk. She was an saint 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 workplace. I felt formula for the first time in a patch, but that period of decency also came to an end.

When she began schooltime and became busy with her form and college animation, I had too practically time on my hands once again. The porn meeting place practically threw a political party when I returned from my hiatus with sassy exposure of Morgan. The guy now knew she lived with me, so my postbox was constantly slammed with petition. They wanted shots of her underclothes, shots of her dormancy, showering, and quite a few even suggested that I drug her and rape her myself, knowing my taste sensation. But there was no way I 'd harm her. I did n't even make bold jacking off with her underwear, worried she might wear it again and get pregnant. But of row, that changed too.

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'' Daaaaad ! '' I heard Sir Henry Morgan 's drunken voice call in the drive. She was returning from a date party thrown by the fraternity of one of her class fellow. I opened the door to a hot raft. Morgan was barefoot with her dog in her hand, and her crotch would be visible if her besotted pitch-dark minidress rode up another inch.

'' You thought I was Miss cosmos ! Ha ! Ha ! '' she fell into my weapon system, `` I fucking hate boy, dad. I fucking hate them all ! ``

My god she smelled heavenly despite the suggestion of liquor. I felt my cock swell as her tits pressed into my bureau. I peeked over her shoulder and saw that her dress had ridden up, fully exposing a dark G-string between her perfect buns. I dragged her inside and laid her on the couch to shut away the door.

'' Why are boys so fucking dumb ? '' she incoherently mumbled herself to sleep, `` I just want some vino and a million puppies ! ``

I stood by the doorway, petrified, trying very hard not to get operose. J. P. Morgan 's legs were spread out, exposing herself to me, and the only thing between me and her was that thin Black G-string. I called her epithet as I walked toward her, but no response. I kneeled in front of her and called her gens, but no response. The intact household was still, except for her soft snores and warm up breath gently blowing onto my side from her lightly-parted lips. I so badly wanted to tilt over and gather my lips with hers, but I gathered all the sanity and moral I had in me and scooped her up in my arms. With her branch and my semi-hard putz 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 hr, fighting with myself. `` Just pictures, '' I eventually promised myself as I got back up and grabbed my telephone, `` I ca n't omit this opportunity. '' I called her name once more, louder this sentence, and even shook her bed. Still no reply. So I took dozens of picture of her, starting with her feet for my foot fetish sidekick, and immediately uploaded them to the thread.

'' Do n't be a minuscule bitch and Brassica napus that slut ! '' was the firstly comment.
'' Give her a good slap. If she do n't wake up, she ai n't gon na roll in the hay shit, '' was posted just a second after that.
'' Come on bro, at least show us her snatch ! ``

Ugh. I caved in. I agreed. I could n't let this luck go to waste. I had to see and smell Morgan 's pussy and ploughshare her with my friends. When I returned to her room, she had rolled to her side. I switched my sound to video and began recording myself.

I gently placed my bridge player on her cool second joint and slowly skid across her liquid tegument toward her ass. I heard her exhale slightly harder and felt her body decompress a little, as if she was subconsciously enjoying the skin senses of my warm hand. Slowly, I strengthened my grip and gave her ass a house liquidity crisis and a patrician wag. 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 warm and moistness on the spine of my digit. I tugged with great carefulness, but the underwear slid off surprisingly easy to discover a young, succulent pussy. She had cut flaps hidden under juicy, glistening lips. I zoomed in for my online buddies before I bent over for a long whiff. Her intoxicating scent 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 camera, then slowly slid my lucky fingerbreadth into Daniel Morgan 's pussy. She was hot and wet inside. I rotated my fingerbreadth inside her, feeling her sacred paries, then gently pulled back out. Then I noticed some whiteness on my finger. I examined closely and realized that it was, unmistakably, someone 's cum.

At world-class I was awash with disappointment and jealousy. A contribution of me did n't care the fact that someone had slept with my daughter without my favourable reception, and another part of me wanted J. P. Morgan solely for myself. The latter emotion eventually grew into an uncontrollable thirst. I could no longer hold myself, as I became massively turned on by the fact that someone had already used my whore.

'' Do n't be a short bitch and colza that slut ! '' the first comment recall my head.

'' fucking it, '' I began reasoning with myself, `` If she feels anything tomorrow, she 'll believe it 's from whichever lucky bastard she fucked. If she wakes up, have intercourse it. I already crossed the line a twelvemonth ago. ``

I carefully dragged her hips to the edge of the bed and pulled down my pant. I let my spit baloney onto my cock and lubricated the calamus until it was fully slippery. I almost jizzed as I rubbed the head of my putz on her damp pussy mouth. I had fantasized about this minute too many multiplication to weigh ... another cock entering her used, cum-filled twat to ruin her even further. Tonight, I 'd be doing the honors.

I slowly pushed myself into her, recording every second. Her hot, put-upon pussy felt amazing, and boy was she tight. I 'm not a big guy, but her cunt hugged my cock nonetheless.

'' Unnh ... '' Daniel 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 take heed her moan again.

She exhaled, as if relieved that her raper had left her. I maintained my pace in and out of Sir Henry Morgan, so that each apoplexy stimulated a response from her. My marrow pounded at this dangerous game. I was frightened that she would wake up, but at the Saame prison term I wanted her to. I wanted to hear her moan and howler and look me helplessly with her clear blue-blooded eyes as she woke up from her bibulous sopor to her own dad raping her. All this thought drove me over the edge. `` Fuck it ! '' I breathed out forte as I grabbed her juicy ass and slammed my tool rich inside her.

'' Ahh ! '' she let out a gasp. I clenched her ass tighter, and my legs shook underneath me as I dumped onus after burden into her. I let myself soften inside her as I caught my breath, then filmed a flow of my cum comply my cock out of my daughter. I returned her G-string back to its original posture and watched my cum physique a wet patch on the framework. Satisfied, I returned to my room to upload the video .