LOGINAfter the movie, I turn off the television and take a beer out into the balcony. I'm feeling uncomfortable about how the day has gone. I've been really fucking weirdly inappropriate about Annabelle, and I don't know what has come over me.
God, this is not me.
I still feel deeply ashamed about jerking off while watching her through the window. What kind of father does that? It would have been better if it was a one-off, a random mood, maybe something equally inspired by Samantha being there, too, instead of just being about Annabelle. But when she'd come downstairs tonight in her little booty shorts, with no bra on... Jesus Christ. Seeing her nipples poking through that little tank top, I'd felt the same kind of tightening down below I'd felt when I'd seen her bend over by the pool... that little strip of wet fabric the only thing covering up her little puss.
Fuck.
I sit at the table on the balcony and take a long swig of my beer.
I have always prided myself on being the good guy. I was kind of uptight in high school, drank a bit in college but never did any drugs - I was laser-focused on grades and my future.
Didn't have too many girlfriends, no one-night-stands, and when Valerie and Annabelle came along, I was proud to be able to help them in some way — be the man that both of them needed.
So now what was fucking happening? What's changing? What has fucking changed?
Annabelle and I have always snuggled. She's a real cuddly kid, just needed to feel loved, and I'm a pretty affectionate guy. I grew to love our little cuddles. But tonight on the couch, I guess I still had a lot of crazy thoughts going through my head. I was acutely aware of the feel of her breasts against my chest, her bare ass under my hand. When that steamy scene came on during the movie, I could actually feel myself getting a boner. I was afraid to move in case I created any... pleasurable friction.
Was there any chance she'd noticed? Was that why she'd been quick to get off the couch and go to bed? Was it possible that she'd actually noticed that her dad was a total fucking creep?
I have to get a grip.
I think about Kiara and our little chat over beer. Maybe I'll better call her up tomorrow, see if she still wants to go out.
Maybe it has just been so long since I fucked somebody that I'm going a little stir-crazy.
I take my face out of my own hands and look up at the night sky. It is a beautiful clear night, full of stars. Beyond the roof of the garage, I can see the outline of the mountains in the darkness.
My eyes drop and I notice that I'd forgotten to turn the garage lights iff. That's strange. I'm always careful about turning out all the lights - as Annabelle never fails to tease me about. It is weird that I'd left one on.
I put my beer on the table and head towards the garage, eying the light that's coming through the window. It doesn't look quite right, as if a different light is on, and not the overhead one. I walk right up and look through the window first... and nearly drop dead of a heart attack.
Of all the fucking sights to see that night.
There, on top of my motorcycle, is my little baby girl...
Stark naked and writhing around.
My breath catches in my throat, and I just stare, unable to comprehend what I'm looking at.
Anna is naked, leaning back, those breasts I'd fantasized about seeing only this afternoon now on full display. She has her hands between her legs, coyly hiding herself, but her arms are pushing her full breasts together and, good God... they are incredible.
They are fucking incredible.
In front of her, a bright light like the kind they use in photography studios is mounted on a stand and aims at her and the bike - that's why the light had looked different to me, the overhead light is off. Standing beside the light, her phone is mounted on a tripod, and a laptop is set up on one of my stools. She's moving in a suggestive way, flipping her hair and pouting her lips, and I hear her speaking.
"If you liked what you saw," she is saying, "let me know and I'll do a photo series on the bike. Big thanks to Maxual_663 and Stoodz for spending some private time with me tonight. Hope you guys had as much fun as I did. That's all for now, my darlings. This is Badgirl_Anna saying over and out."
She presses something in her hand and I realize she's holding a remote control.
All I can think is, that's a lot of technical equipment.
My brain isn't working right and I can't even process what I am seeing.
My first instinct is to storm into the room and demand answers, but she is naked. She is doing... I don't know what, but something sexual.
I need to make sense of my thoughts, of what is going on here, before I confront her about anything.
Feeling panicked, I hurry - quietly but swiftly - back to the balcony, picking up my beer and taking it inside. I head straight up to my room, closing the door behind me.
The first thing I have to do, is my research.
I reach for my laptop and open it up.
Two hours later I am feeling raw, edgy and spent. And - I have a painful, raging erection I'm trying to ignore.
I'd recognized the name she'd used, Onlyfans, as a popular pornography site. Hey, I may not have had sex in a while but that doesn't mean I don't have... needs. I know a lot of girls do amateur stuff on Onlyfans. It has just never occurred to me that one of them might be my own daughter.
I'd searched for "Badgirl Anna" and eventually found her very professional-looking page. I had to subscribe to view it and I didn't hesitate. This is an emergency.
I pull out my credit card and soon had access to the content on her site. The ton of content on her site.
Sexy pictures of her, naked and topless, sometimes bending over. Never showing her pussy - I think that, at least, is something.
Videos of her looking flirtatiously into the camera - playing with her breasts, turning around and bouncing her ass cheeks, pretending to masturbate.
In the sidebar, she advertises her webcam services. "Come play with me!" says the title. Below, the fine print says, "I don't do full nudity but we can still have lots of fun."
My mind is reeling.
My baby is doing pornography.
I slam my laptop shut. My blood is heated. I need to sleep on it and think about next steps in the morning.
About an hour later, I open the laptop again. I can't sleep. I am a mess. And...
I am so hard. Agonizingly hard. All the stuff I've seen kept churning through my mind.
I keep thinking about one video in particular I've seen.
It us wrong. It is so very wrong...
... but I think, if I can just get it out of my head and go to sleep, it will help me get over it. There is something in my blood today.
I am going to make that date with Kiara.
But first I am going to watch this damn video again.
Nobody will know but me, anyway.
I open the site and log into her profile again.
God damn but she is so hot. Picture after picture shows her posing cutely with those perfect tits on display. They are large - a D cup, I know from doing her laundry - but so high and firm and bouncy.
Jesus Christ.
I find the video I am looking for and open it up.
"Okay, you guys. This isn't the sort of thing I normally do, but I'm testing new content, so we'll see how you guys feel about this. Hit me up if you like it!" She's lying in bed on her back, the camera suspended above her. She's visible from the waist up, with no top on. Again... her breasts are just unbelievable.
A whirring sound starts up and she winks at the camera playfully. "I'm going to make myself cum for you. I have no idea what I look like when I cum, so I hope it's not weird." She giggles.
Her hand moves across her waist, and the top of the vibrator can just be seen. Her eyes flutter close as the vibrator touches her, and a soft flush rises on her cheeks.
I grip my cock and start jerking myself hard. This is what it will look like to fuck her. This is what it will look like to see her lying down beneath me, her breasts swaying with her movements.
In the video she starts breathing heavily, murmuring, "Ooh that feels good. Oh my God, I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm going to cum." Her eyes squeeze tight and a flush spreads across her chest as her breath begins heaving. "Oh my God," she says. "Oh fuck, yes."
I start cumming at the same time, giving a choking breath as I spurt out into the Kleenex I had grabbed with my free hand.
This is my daughter, my little girl... And I am so turned on by her I feel like I have a fever.
I'm such a disgrace.
FOUR YEARS LATER.“Caroline’s pink.”“What was that?”Malcolm moves his lips from my pussy and looks up at me. “I think I’ll open an art supply company and name a paint color Caroline’s pink. After your pussy.”He winks and goes back down on me before I can respond. My back arches as he sucks my clit, and I stretch my arms up over my head, filling my lungs with air as my orgasm comes crashing down on me.My hips twist, grinding against his face as wave after wave of pleasure rock me.Back when I worked at the diner, some of the older women used to tell me that married couples eventually get tired of having sex with each other. “You just get used to it,” they would tell me.Maybe that’s true for some people, but for me and Malcolm? Never.If anything, our lust for each other has grown. We can’t keep our hands off each other, which is a bit of a problem now that we have our little baby boy running around the house.Tyson. He was born nine months after Malcolm proposed to me.I thought I
Frantically, I stuff everything I came here with into the bag I brought home from the store when Malcolm took me shopping. I grab one of my unfinished paintings from the studio and head downstairs. No idea how I’ll get the rest of them, but if I have to leave them here, then so be it.I’m nearly hyperventilating as I take the stairs. My heart may be broken, but it’s beating like a drummer on speed.God, please don’t let me have a heart attack.I yank the door open and race outside. Without my phone, I can’t call a ride—not that I have the money to pay for one anyway—so I just start walking. I used to love how long and elegant this driveway was, but now I hate it.Just get me out of here!It’s kind of chilly, but I’m overheating. It feels like forever before I reach the front gate, and right before I can press the button to let myself out, it starts to swing open. I back up just as Malcolm’s Rolls pulls up in front of me.Something painful swirls in my chest. A mixture of emotions that
Tears spill from my eyes. My legs start to tremble.“Get out!” I scream, the words tearing out of my throat. “Get out of here now!”Chuck shrugs and gives me a look that could only be described as pity.“I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this, Caroline. But some men are just used to having everything.”It takes all of my strength to remain standing as I watch him go. As soon as the door shuts behind him, I collapse. I fall to my knees, tears pouring from my eyes. My reflection stares up at me from the perfectly polished marble floor.What do I do now?I don’t want to believe it. I can’t believe it.Chuck is lying. Malcolm would never betray me.That’s what I’ve been telling myself for the last half hour as I repeatedly call Malcolm’s phone. But every single time it goes to voicemail.“Pick up, damn it!” I scream, kicking a can of primer across the studio. Pain floods through my big toe, and I tumble over. Yeah, that’s broken.My eyes sweep the plethora of gifts—all the paints, the b
Paint, paint, paint, paint! That’s what I’ve been telling myself all morning ever since Malcolm dropped that bomb on me yesterday.A gallery show for Julie Spencer? I still can’t believe it.Then again, I can’t believe anything that’s happened to me over the last few days.This incredible man blew into my life like a tornado, swept me off my feet, and changed everything forever. My heart sparks whenever I look at him. My body heats up whenever he’s near me. I want to scream into the ether about just how wonderful he is. I want to tell everyone! But Maybelline hasn’t been answering her phone all morning.I look at the mix of paints on my wooden palette beside me. That’s how I feel inside. All mixed up.I go back to my landscape, dabbing a bit of my nice, new, expensive paint on my amazing brush…Just as I’m about to go to work on the ridge of a mountain, a clap behind me nearly causes me to jump out of my pants. I whirl around, and who do I find standing in the doorway?“Hey, bitch.” M
I fuck her hard and fast, watching her plump, eighteen-year-old tits bounce with each stroke. Her ass slaps back against my legs as I drive every inch I have into her sweet hole.She mewls as I trace her back with my fingertips, finally finding her waist and clutching it tight.“You’re so goddamn good, baby,” I grunt into her ear. My balls ache, and I’m already losing myself in the hot bliss of her perfect cunt.I feel wicked as I pound her. I feel like a king.Mine…all MINE.Being inside her is heaven. Each stroke causes a pressure to rise inside of me. Each heartbeat drums stronger. Each breath is heavier.I’ll never get enough of her.“I’m already close,” I admit, sucking her earlobe as I whisper my confession. “You have no idea what you do to me.”“You like it?” she asks, biting her lower lip as I pick up the pace.Her palms are pressed against the shower wall as the water rains down on us. I reach between her legs and find her clit with my middle finger. Her whole body jolts as I
I stand in the back yard as the sun rises, taking in the luxury of the estate where I was raised. Most people would see this place for what it is: a spectacle of wealth and privilege. I recognize that. But at the same time, my entire life has been about living up to my parents’ expectations. Sifting through women who couldn’t care less about who I actually am.There were times I hated this place. When I just wanted to just give it all away and move somewhere where nobody knew me. Start fresh and leave my life behind.But now I see things differently. I see Ford Manor as an opportunity. A way to provide for Caroline, my princess who came into my life out of nowhere and turned it upside down.Her new studio is just the beginning. And the look on her face when she first saw it was sweeter than any Michelin-starred meal or expensive wine I’ve ever tasted. I’ll spend the rest of my life chasing that look. Doing everything I can to give her the perfect life.Because that’s what she deserves
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Annabelle is singing something exuberantly, I can hear her muted voice through the windowpane, and she's jumping up and down as she sings.Her incredible, perfect, succulent breasts are bouncing up and down with her.I tighten my palm around my cock, feeling a shiver of pleasure engulf me. I'm real
I walk down the hall to the en-suite bathroom to pick up the clean beach shorts I'd left there, my phone propped against my left ear as Valerie, my wife rants on the phone. "I can't believe the nerve of that girl. She's still so stubborn as ever, and I believe you're the reason for that, Josh. You







