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.
Five years later…I shift my feet in the grass, feeling its warmth as I sip ginger tea and stare out at the neighborhood trees. The flowers are in bloom, the birds are chirping, and my two sons are chasing each other around with sticks, pretending they’re both King Arthur. They go back and forth between that and Robin Hood.Watching them, I smile and place my hand on my fresh new baby bump beneath my dress. It’s hard to believe that a few years ago I was in prison, hopeless and afraid, and now I’m the mother of two with another on the way.I hear Killian’s familiar footsteps on the porch and go all fuzzy before I even see him. Everything about him is a piece of me now. He’s the key to my lock, and as his strong arm slips around my neck, my cheeks begin to prickle.We’ve been together for this long and he still excites me, just like he did back in the infirmary when he made me his.“How are you so gorgeous, my love?” he whispers, tenderly kissing my cheek. “Did God create you just to t
Since I arrived, I’ve been torn in different directions by Killian. And just when I thought I’d found solid ground, my anchor, I was whisked away again and left on my own.And the things those guards said…I shouldn’t believe them, but I’m floundering. Drowning. I don’t know what to do.The lock to my cell twists, a cold metallic sound, followed by the hinges creaking as the door swings open.It’s him. Killian. Suited and handsome as ever as he looks down at me.Part of me wants to throw myself into his arms. Another part of me wants to cry. Instead, I do the only thing I can do. Nothing.I stare up at the man who claimed me, waiting for him to act.Will this be the nice, caring, gentle Killian? Or the cruel, cold, punishing warden?“Why aren’t you in the infirmary like I specified?” His voice is flat. Not quite as frightening as the day I met him, but not warm either.“I…I don’t know…” I shake my head, my eyes falling to the floor. He steps closer, the sound of his boots ringing out
The guard’s hands are rough on my arms as he pulls me down the hallway. He’s squeezing so tightly it’s like he’s trying to rip the flesh from my body.I was still buzzing from my first time with Killian, so when the doctor came back to give me a real checkup, I was barely present. My mind was off in the clouds somewhere, dreaming, recounting his every touch.But then this man showed up, a man I’ve never seen before with a paper for the doctor. He grabbed me up off the cot, cuffed me, and dragged me away.“Where are you taking me?” I plead for the fifth time. And for the fifth time in a row, he doesn’t answer. He’s big and hulking and moves like a robot, pulling past rows of cells as men bang on the doors, whistling and cat calling.My stomach lurches. A wave of nausea replaces the thrilling high I was riding thanks to Killian.Where is he? I’ve never missed my cell phone so badly. If I could just call him right now and get an idea of what was going on, maybe my body would settle down.
As I walk back to my office, I want to laugh. I hold back of course and maintain my composure in front of the guard, but the urge is still there.I claimed her. She’s mine.My cock is still half hard, stuffed into my suit pants, forcing an annoying hitch in my step as I walk.I feel like a new man. The dull walls of the prison seem to glow beside me, and the cold echoes of my steps feel warm. Hopeful. And it’s all because of Nicole.This prison was built to house criminals, but it also became a cage for me. I used it to isolate myself from women. To retreat from the world. But she changed all that. And now I can feel things inside me returning, clicking into place like long discarded pieces.These feelings for her are foreign but welcome. No other woman has had me tumbling over myself like her. Even combat never gave me this adrenaline rush that I’m still coming down from.She’s the one. I’m more sure of it now than ever.But all that must be pushed from my mind as I reach the office
Oh my, this is really happening!He presses forward, and I feel myself open for him. At first, there’s discomfort. Soft flesh dividing for his enormity. But for some reason, it reminds me of the way he held me down in the shower and forced me through the discomfort, driving me to a second climax that I never thought possible.The pain that follows isn’t pain…it’s a stimulant. He’s so hard for me. He wants me. And as he groans, my desperation takes over.“Is it good?” I ask him. “Sir…?”“You called me sir,” he growls, dropping his weight down upon me. “Just like I told you…”“Those are the rules, right?”He pumps, spreading me wider, moving deeper in. The sting flares, but what follows is mind-blowing.“Goddamn, that’s a virgin pussy,” he snarls, his hot body tensing against me.“It’s good?”I want to please him so badly. It’s the only thought in my mind.“You have no idea,” he whispers, starting to thrust faster. “You’re perfect, angel. You know that? Doesn’t it hurt? Your first time?
Finally. Someone believes me!I almost can’t believe it. A single tear falls from my eye, but Killian wipes it away, shaking his head. “No. Don’t cry, Nicole. Everything will be all right.”He leans in, and the tension in the room snaps. The match lights, and a fire begins to burn in my chest. I look up at him, and he pushes me down on the bed and mounts me, one knee on either side of my face.A timid gasp escapes my lips as I look at it—the unmistakable bulge of arousal between his legs. The seams of his pants about to burst. The teeth of his fly spreading apart.“Those are the things I can do for you, Nicole,” he says. “But what I can’t do is continue to restrain myself.”“Killian…”“As warden of Last Rites, I should punish you for causing a scene today.” He extends his tongue and licks his lips, eyes flaring like hot sparks. “But I’ll take mercy on you, Nicole. Your punishment will be…”His voice trails off as he drags his gaze across my body, making me aware of every tiny inch.“P
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