These quickies are meant to be glimpses into the lives of Daddies who fuck their daughters. I won't be elaborating on, or adding to any of them in the future. You'll surely be left with questions or the desire for more, but I encourage you to use your imagination to fill in the blanks and see where the story takes you.
All characters are 18+
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I got settled at my desk, positioned my nearly naked body just right, and clicked to begin the session.
Four viewpoints of an interior bedroom appeared on my screen. The cameras were placed like always, one pointed toward the foot of the bed, one from each side, and my favorite, one from above. I clicked the first, and it filled the screen.
"There you are, Daddy. I missed you."
"Hi, angel. Daddy missed you too."
I consumed the vision of a beautiful woman seated at the end of the bed with her crossed legs dangling over the edge. Her hair was done in messy waves that almost brushed the tops of her thighs. It was blonde now, but I knew she spent a lot of time making it so.
The way her hair draped over one shoulder hid one of her breasts from me, but the other was encased in the purple, see-through cup of a bra that held her fullness as if presenting me with a prize. Her nipple could be seen clearly, not only because it was darker than the surrounding flesh, but also because it was stiff and pushing against the fabric.
Her stomach was smooth and rounded slightly from her seated position. I couldn't see more with her legs crossed, but knowing her, she had a scrap of material covering her pussy that matched her bra and a light layer of makeup partially masking the reddened skin of the cloud-shaped birthmark she was born with. If I didn't know of its existence, I may never have paid it much mind, but the way it lay on her inner thigh, so close to the treasure of her cunt, had me thinking of it often.
"I'm sorry about last week. Did you get my message?"
"Yes. You didn't have to pay for the time anyway, but I appreciate it."
"Then what do you say?"
Her cheeks blushed with pink. "Thank you, Daddy."
She was fulfilling my fantasy. She did so every Tuesday at 6pm. But if she ever tried to claim she didn't enjoy giving in to my faked authority or that she didn't come hard pretending to by my daughter, I'd call her a fucking liar. Her enjoyment only made it better for me, because while she thought we were role-playing, I knew better.
We were estranged. Had been for five, almost six years. Her mother threw me out when I finally crossed a line in the bedroom. She'd reluctantly called me 'Daddy' for years, trying to be the wife who gave me whatever I needed, but when I called her 'Samantha' one night while I came inside her, it was over. I had explicit instructions to stay away from both of them after that.
Now, I had Sam in my life again. Every week. Finding her was a complete fluke, but after I came to terms with her career choice, I decided to kill several birds with one stone. Sexual gratification with no hassle, insert myself, albeit superficially, into Samantha's life again, and finally, experience my ultimate fantasy manifested in the realest way I would ever get.
The money was no issue. I spent over 1K a month for the pleasure of those things and gifted her with more funds anonymously during her live sessions open to whomever was willing to pay.
Would I have been happier if my 25 year old daughter accepted the truth, sought me out, and lived with me as man and woman? Of course, but my wife had probably poisoned Samantha's mind too much for that to be possible.
"You look pretty tonight, sweet girl. Let Daddy see all of you."
She stood. Her head was out of frame, but her body filled it nicely. Sure enough there was matching purple covering her bare mound, its floss-like strings disappearing over the crests of her hips.
"Turn around."
She moved and I followed a purple path to where it intersected with two other strings just south of the dimples of her back. One of those lines ran straight down her center and vanished between the cheeks of the hottest ass I'd ever seen. Every time I saw it, I wanted to fist each side while I buried my face between them.
"Keep your back to Daddy. Take everything off."
Her hands appeared behind her back to unsnap the hooks of her bra. The sides sprang open and with a wiggle, she worked the shoulder straps down her arms. The bra was tossed out of frame before her thumbs hooked the lines at her hips, pulling each one away from her body dramatically as she bent over.
"Fuck, angel. Daddy can see everything."
The once hidden strip of purple peeled away revealing the ruched skin around her tiny asshole and her puffy, almost pristine looking vulva.
Panties gone, she stood.
"Turn around. Let Daddy see his pretty girl's tits."
When she could see her own monitor again, she took notice of my appreciation. "What's in your underwear, Daddy?" She smirked.
Watching her hard nipples sit atop her impressively perky-for-their-size tits, like they were waiting, begging for my mouth, I pushed my boxers down my hips to show her, careful not to let more than my bearded chin appear in the frame.
My hard cock slapped against my stomach, flinging pre-cum onto my skin. I picked it up at the base and waved it slightly back and forth.
"This is Daddy's cock, angel. It's big and hard right now, because you're so beautiful. Sit on the bed and spread your legs for me."
She did whatever I told her to do. Always. She called me 'Daddy.' She fucked herself with the replica of my cock I'd molded and sent to her mail service. She acted out any scenario I wanted, regardless of how depraved. She could even come at my command.
It had taken awhile, months in fact, to produce a real, shaking orgasm. She'd faked it up until then and I didn't confront her about it. It was unconventional, but her chosen trade was really just acting. But the first time she came for real, she surprised herself and couldn't deny that her acting skills paled in comparison to the real thing. In that moment, she fully became mine, submitting entirely, and getting off on me every time thereafter.
Her cunt was remarkable in its simplicity. She was clean shaven and shaped like the finest illustrator had drawn a 3D rendering of a textbook vagina between her legs. I'd never seen another one like it and many of her clients apparently hadn't either, if the public comments were to be believed.
"Good girl. That's what Daddy's cock wants. It wants to slide inside you."
She wasn't making eye contact with the camera, watching me on the monitor instead. So, I gave her a show. I slid my hand slowly up my cock from the base, stopping to squeeze myself with only the head poking above my fist. A stream of pre-cum flowed from the tip and down the underside of my crown and then over my knuckles.
"I love it when you do that," she whispered, breaking character and showing me a glimpse of the daughter I'd known. The woman who wanted me more every time we met over the internet.
"You want to taste it, don't you?"
