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About a minute into watching the footage, Henry realised he recognised who was in it. Not the figure on all fours, blindfolded and gagged and ready to take any dick that wanted release. Henry knew that was him. That had been the whole point of renting out the motel room, posting online that the door was unlocked and his pussy was free to use, and setting up the camera, after all — to watch back and know that every filthy thing was happening to him.
No, the figure he realised he recognised, with a sinking feeling in his stomach — and something else that he didn’t know what to do with — was the one settling herself between his legs. The one with long hair, pushing her cock inside him.
On the screen in his hands, Henry watched as she started to pick up the pace and moan, watched as he heard himself in the video moaning back. He didn’t know what to think, didn’t know what to feel, didn’t know what to do except watch as his daughter’s tits bounce as she pounded into his pussy.
He felt a shudder go down his body. A shudder of… disgust? It had to be disgust, right? This was dirty and wrong, and god, he was even more dirty and wrong for the twinge he felt in his t-dick as he watched it back.
At least, he thought as he looked closer, Jessica was wearing a condom. Small mercies, at least. That meant he didn’t have to worry about ongoing consequences, he could just delete the footage and pretend this never happened and…
…And when he’d posted that advert online, he’d included pictures. Jessica had gone to his motel room knowing exactly who he was.
Fuck. There was no deleting the footage and pretending this had never happened. They needed to talk.
Jessica was sitting at the breakfast bar when he went downstairs, sipping at a glass of orange juice. She looked up at Henry as he walked down the stairs, and flashed him a perfect, golden smile. It lit up her entire face, including the cute dusting of freckles over her nose bridge.
Cute... Henry had never thought of her that way before. Sure, he’d known intellectually that his daughter had left for college as a sad boy who lived in oversized hoodies, and come back after her freshman year as a young woman — a gorgeous one even. But she was his daughter, so off-limits that he’d never even thought to entertain the idea. Until she had forced him to. Until she had found that online post and gone to that sleazy room and fucked him.
“Daddy!” Jessica said, putting her glass down. “I was thinking we could go hiking today. The weather’s so nice, and out here by the lake we’re so close to so many nice trails. It’d be nice for us to spend time together given I’m only here for summer and…”
She trailed off, obviously seeing the tension in Henry’s body, and the smile faded. “Daddy? What’s wrong?”
Henry’s mouth went dry. He didn’t want to say the words, didn’t want to make it real. But he had to. “Jessica, I…. I filmed the motel room. I know what happened.”
There was a moment of silence, a flash of understanding in Jessica’s eyes, and then another awkward moment of quiet.
“Oh,” she said, eventually. When she stood, it was slow and careful, and she didn’t speak again until she was stood right next to Henry. Jessica was shorter than her dad, her head around his shoulder height, but at that moment Henry felt like he was being backed into a corner. She reached out a hand, not quite touching him but close enough that the hairs on the back of his arm stood up.
“Did you like it?”
Her voice was soft and quiet, a whispered seduction.
“What?” Henry found himself replying. That hand stopped hovering above his arm, and instead touched him. Jessica was warm to the touch, and as she edged closer to him, Henry realised her pupils were wide and dilated, her breathing heavy with desire.
“Did you like it, Dad? The way I stretched you out, the way I filled you up. I want to make you feel so good, Daddy.”
And the truth was, Henry had liked it. His pussy had dripped, his mouth had been filled with moans, he’d come more times than he could count on that dick. It had been the best sex of his life… right up until he’d realised who it was.
That had been the story he’d told himself until this moment. But with his daughter pressing her body against him, hunger burning in her eyes as she looked up at him, he realised in that moment the ‘until’ was a lie.
“Jessica…” he said, knowing his will was waning but still wanting to put up a little fight. “This isn’t right. I’m your father.”
Her hands snaked their way up his arms, wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him close enough they were almost kissing. “It sure feels right.”
Henry swallowed. “Even if I wasn’t your dad, you could do better than somebody like me. I’m going grey on top and soft in the middle. Was never much of a looker, and I’m even less one now.”
“I don’t care. And you know something else?”
“What?”
Jessica smiled, and leaned forward. “Now I know how good your pussy feels, there’s no way I’m letting anything stop me from pounding it again. And this time, dad? I want to do it without a condom.”
And with that, she pressed her lips to his and pulled him forward into a kiss. The last part of Henry’s brain that still protested about what a bad idea this was vaporised as she slipped her tongue into his mouth. And then she slid a thigh between his legs, pressed it against his cunt through his jeans, and with just a small amount of pressure he was putty in her hands.
Henry’s pussy was so wet that by the time he’d torn his clothes off and spread his legs for her on the couch, it was dripping down the cushions. Jessica smiled, then gave a light giggle, pausing removing her own clothes to play with him.
“Wow,” she said, running two fingers along his folds. “You’re so wet for me, dad. And fuck, your t-dick is so big.”
If any of Henry’s normal composure were still there, he’d have said something about there being benefits to being twenty years on t. But it wasn’t, and he was desperate and needy and wanted her inside him. No, he needed her inside him, no matter how wrong it was. He whined, whimpered, and she giggled again, before sliding her skirt down to the floor.
His daughter’s dick was huge. Even bigger than it had looked in the video, and Henry felt both his mouth water at the sight. When she positioned herself between his legs, pushing his thighs back to make him easier to access, he had to bite back a moan. And when she ran the head of her cock against the folds of his cunt, he couldn’t bite it back any longer.
Jessica smirked. “You know why I was so insistent on fucking you without a condom, dad?”
Henry couldn’t speak, but he shook his head. Jessica continued to stroke her cock head against him, refusing to push in any deeper for now.
“Because I want to breed you, dad. I want to knock you up so, so badly.”
There wasn’t time for Henry to fully absorb her words before she pushed her cock inside his pussy. It was rough and hard, his pussy taking her all the way to the base as she pushed his legs back even further. Her balls slapped against him with each thrust, and fuck, it was so wrong, but it felt so good being pounded by his daughter, being turned into a toy for her to use. And the idea that those balls were going to empty inside him, that she was going to pump him full of her cum, fill up his womb… that was…
“Jessica,” he managed, through gritted teeth. Already, the pleasure was growing, making it hard for him to thinking. “You… we shouldn’t. Please, I —”
He trailed off into a babble of moans, unable to say what he knew he should say and knew he didn’t believe. That it was wrong, that they should stop, that this wasn’t the best fuck his pussy had ever had. Jessica kept pushing his legs down, until he had to reach up to grab his ankles to stay in place.
“That’s it, daddy,” Jessica said, her breath heavy and panting. “Let your baby girl knock you up. You’re going to look so good with your womb filled and your pussy leaking.”
She reached up with a newly freed hand, squeezing at his soft, hairy stomach.
“And you’ll even better when I put a baby in you, dad. Your belly all round and swollen, so if you went into town everybody would know what you did and what you were.”
Jessica’s cock was so big that it hurt, but the pain melted into mind-numbing pleasure. Henry couldn’t say anything, couldn’t think about anything except how good his daughter’s cock felt in him, how he wanted her to breed him so badly.
“Please,” he gasped out, eventually. “Please, please, please.”
He was close, right on the edge.
“Please what, dad? Use your words.”
Henry bit his lip so hard that he could taste blood, trying to stop himself from coming on her cock so quickly. She thrust again, harder this time, and he cried out.
Henry bit his lip so hard that he could taste blood, trying to stop himself from coming on her cock so quickly. She thrust again, harder this time, and he cried out.
“Please what, dad?”
Henry thought about his pussy, overflowing with Jessica’s cum, about being bred over and over until he had no choice but to carry his daughter’s child. He thought about how filthy it was, how if it became publicly known, it would ruin his life. And he thought about how he realised — in that moment — he didn’t care about the consequences. Jessica just felt so good.
“Please, breed me. Please. I want my daughter to knock me up, to force me to have her baby. Please Jessica.”
Jessica reached down, lightly rubbed Henry’s t-dick, and that was enough to send him over the edge. He dissolved into pleasure, moaning and gasping and shuddering. Jessica didn’t stop thrusting, didn’t wait for him to recover until she rubbed his t-dick again. Henry didn’t know exactly how many times he came, but somewhere between the third and fourth, he felt it as Jessica emptied herself into him, moaning as she filled him with her thick, virile, potent cum.
Henry knew right then that he was pregnant, and there was nothing he could do about it.