From that day onwards, things spiraled out of control faster than I could understand, or do anything about. It was all a whirlwind of emotions, of conflicting desires, of fear, and above all of lust. Unbridled, uncontrollable, unstoppable lust for my daughter.
She invited me over to her house. “To sort things out”. I must have known it was some kind of a trap, right? In my heart, it must have been obvious to me. But I went. “To sort things out”
She was naked. She was streaming. So, really, she had a webcam on and she was talking to a bunch of people on a website. Taking donations from them. Comments. Suggestions. They encouraged her to touch herself. And when I walked into the room, they all erupted in a virtual cheer. “Here’s my dad. No, really. My very own father! Isn’t he handsome?” she introduced me to her audience
People smiled. Waved. “What the fuck, you know father?”
“I told them everything dad. They know who you are and what we did. And they love it. And I love it. And I love you, dad” she continued, as her head got closer and closer to my ear. “And I love you dad” she whispered again, her breath hot on my cheek.
The donation money came in. It was an obscene amount of money. I couldn’t even fathom it. Were there really that many people aroused by watching this? That many people that wanted to fuck my daughter? In fairness, not too long ago, I was one of them. One of these online perverts wanting to fuck my daughter. And knowing that it was my daughter.. had changed basically nothing. It had just made it all feel more conflicting, more painful. But not any bit less arousing
She talked about our relationship, how I had left, then come back, then left, and the finally settled down and stayed in her life. How I found her online. “And he loved this” she said, pointing at her naked body. “And why wouldn’t he? I am a hottie!” she laughed.
“And then he jerked off for me.”
“Dad, do you jerk off for me when you’re home alone?” she asked, looking straight into my soul, her voice as seductive as ever
I have to admit, I did. Multiple times. I jerked off to the memory of my daughter’s voice, of her naked body, of her moans, of her scent, of her nipples hard with pleasure. To all that, I jerked off. For some reason, I didn’t run away. I didn’t put a stop to the depravity. No. I admitted everything. “I jerk off to you all the time” I said, playing along!
More money came in. Her lips brushed mine. I recoiled. She laughed. She went back in. I didn’t move. She kissed me. Her mouth met mine. She tasted sweet. She tasted like perfection. I didn’t even know I had it in me to get so hard so quickly. Not at my age!
More money came in. She kissed me. It’s like a barrier broke. She kissed me. What kind of daughter kisses her father like that? And what kind of father not only lets it happen, but gets aroused by it?
Do all dads want to fuck their daughters?
She smiled for the camera. “I think he likes me. I know I like him.”
“I like you dad” she continued, turning towards me.
And then, then it happened. I wasn’t expecting it. She unbuttoned my pants, let them fall, and let my cock out of my underwear. It was hard. As a rock. She wowed and hooed at it. “Look how big my dad’s dick is. Bet none of you have dicks that big.” She let her hand caress the shaft, cup my balls. I stood in horror, unable to move. In horror and pleasure. She felt so soft on my dick, she felt so gentle. It was tingle after tingle of pleasure. I could feel my hips subtly thrust, seeking more. She could feel them to.
“He is thrusting” she announced “I think he wants more”
And with that, her hand tightened around me and started stroking.
My daughter was giving me a handjob. And she was amazing at it
She knew where to squeeze, she knew how hard to squeeze, she knew the right speed, she knew it all
Sensing my pleasure, “It’s like we’re related or something” she teased. “I am making you feel good, uh dad?”
“Tell them dad. Tell them how good my hand can make you feel”
“You are” I moaned, my eyes half closed, all shame gone, replaced by lust, replaced by primal desires, fantasies no man could admit to. And yet I was. Admitting to them. To an audience of perverts. Who were donating money to my daughter. The more she pleasured her father, the more she made money for it. This couldn’t be legal. It has to be some kind of a crime, right?
And yet she didn’t stop. No. She kept teasing me.
“Oh dad you feel so hot and hard in my hand. Oh dad fuck I can tell you’re enjoying it” she whispered to me, loud enough that the audience could hear her perform, but softly enough that her breath gave me shivers
“Oh fuck dad yes thrust against my hand dad. Thrust like it’s my pussy you’re fucking. Fuck dad it’s like we’re fucking. Fuck dad fuck I can feel you so tense. You’re so fucking tense dad. Fuck let it go. Fuck dad cum. Cum like you’d cum inside me. Do you want to cum inside your daughter dad? How bad? Come on dad, tell me. I know you want it. I want it too dad. Fuck dad fuck let it go. You’re panting. You’re moaning. You want it so bad don’t you? You want my pussy, uh? Is that what you want? Or maybe…”
She paused for a moment. I felt something move. And when I opened my eyes again, she had knelt in front of me. Her hand still thrusting. Her mouth open at the tip of my cock. I could feel her breath on my cock. “Cum in my mouth dad. Fill me. I want to swallow your cum dad. I want your taste. I want to know what my dad tastes like. My mouth is so warm. It’s like my pussy. But no babies. Fuck dad. That’s all kinds of dirty. I just thought about it. If you came in me, we could make a baby. How fucking hot would that be dad? But not tonight. I have to stop taking the pill first. Do my mouth tonight dad. Do it”
And I did it. On those last words, on those words about the pill, and babies, I came. I came, I hate to admit it, to the thought that I could knock up my daughter. “How fucking hot is that” you know. Do all men want to have babies with their daughters? Is it just a need men have, but deny it? Or what? Or am I broken?
That was how it started. That night she made 5 grand and some change jerking off her father. And the night she decided she’d have her father’s child.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/laahmk/inc_mast_breed_my_daughters_onlyfans_part_iii