This is a work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years of age.
Hanna moaned into the webcam and rubbed her shaved pussy for her subscribers. There was a vibrator churning away inside her cunt, she wore a pair of nipple clamps as well. The chain between them swayed hypnotically with her movements. "Almost there," she panted.
A few moments later an orgasm hit her and her body spasmed with powerful waves of bliss. She tossed her honey-blonde hair, arched her back, lifting her perfect breasts. Her face lit with ecstasy as her toned and tanned bod rocked in her chair. A chorus of electronic bleeps and bloops arose as her viewers showed their appreciation.
Hanna Jones was an erotic content provider, or as her Daddy thought of her, a cam whore. He was standing just outside her door, hiding in the dark hallway. He peered through the crack between the door and the jamb, watching his daughter as she came. He was rubbing his erect cock through his jeans.
Ralph Jones did not approve of his eighteen year old daughter. He thought it was time she learned to be a moral and right thinking young woman. But he was paralyzed by her looks and manner. Every time he tried to confront her, the words died in his throat. Hanna was just too confident, too self assured, too sexy actually, for him to handle.
He remembered the last major confrontation he'd tried. She'd been on her webcam then as well. He'd known when she'd be starting, he'd just taken too long to work up his courage. When he finally burst in she'd been done for fifteen minutes. He wanted to save her from herself, he just wasn't sure how to go about it.
As he stood there his daughter emerged from her room, half naked and smelling of sex. "At it again, Dad?" Hanna asked with a smile as she headed down the hall for a shower. She'd caught him like this many times by now. She thought it was cute.
Ralph blushed as Hanna passed him. I'll have to do something soon before it gets too far out of hand, he thought to himself. Ralph was a teetotaler, maybe a drink would loosen him up. He didn't even keep liquor in the house, he'd have to put off confronting her once again until he got some.
Meanwhile, Hanna was taking her time in the shower. She'd just cum, but there wasn't anything keeping her from enjoying another one, was there? Hanna loved it when her Dad watched her through the doorway, it really stoked her engines. She'd noticed she came harder when he watched, Hanna was a budding exhibitionist too.
Now in the shower she stroked up and down her wet sides, cupped her perfect tits and let the warm water stimulate her dark nipples. She loved the feeling of the hot water running down to her cunt, across her ass and down her sensitive thighs. Once she had her own place she'd get one of those shower massagers she'd heard about.
Hanna got her hand soapy and inserted two fingers into her cunny, using the other hand to spread herself open, then moved until the stream of warm water was running right over her clit. "Oh fuck," she whispered to herself as another smaller orgasm rolled over her. Damn she was horny today!
Later that night Hanna was on the couch reading a book when her Dad came home from wherever he'd disappeared to. She did a double take, her Dad was drunk! What the...?!?!
Ralph had remembered the existence of bars. There was one a few blocks from his house. He'd braved the den of sin for a shot of liquid courage and stumbled right home. He'd confront Hanna tonight after all!
Hanna rose immediately and went to her Dad, concern on her face. "Dad, what's wrong? Whoa, have you been drinking?" Hana had never seen her father like this!
Ralph was confused. One moment he felt strong enough to whip an ox, then his tummy went whoopsie and suddenly he wanted to die and was afraid he wouldn't be able to. The room kept jumping around and everything was so loud!
