the nannycam was a mistake.
last week, he'd stopped by the store that had replaced radioshack and bought a teddy bear with a camera for an eye, gave it to his daughter for her birthday. she'd rolled her eyes and reminded him that she wasn't a little girl anymore, but she'd put it on her bookshelf anyway, pointed towards her bed. he couldn't have positioned it better himself. he’d catch the bastard defiling his daughter on camera, and boot him from their lives for good. that man was way too old for his little girl, and if he had to blackmail the fucker into disappearing, well. anything for his daughter's safety.
the next saturday, her boyfriend came by, and they went to her room.
"keep the door open," he reminded them.
"okay, dad," his daughter replied, voice overly sweet.
he went to his room, turning on the computer the nannycam was set to stream to, and activating the recording program that would ensure he had real proof, beyond being able to say "i saw you doing it."
the second it came on, he knew he'd made a mistake, because the mere fact that he was spying on his daughter made his cock twitch. he sat back, appalled, then brushed it off. there was no way that was because of his daughter. it was probably just because the only time he spent on the computer at home was to watch porn. that was it: he'd conditioned himself to associate turning the computer on with jacking off. nothing to do with his little girl.
at first, they just talked, lounging on her bed. then they put on a movie, laughing every now and then, but as time went on, they snuggled closer. their hands began to wander, his daughter writhed, and his breath caught in his throat. the way she arched her back, her hips angling so that her boyfriend's hands went where she wanted them... he looked away.
what was he doing? jesus christ, he was spying on his little girl. his baby, his innocent daughter, whose legs were parting eagerly, eyes wide and silently begging. his cock began to swell, throbbing in his pants, every beat of his heart sending blood to flush the muscle. he couldn't look away. couldn't take his eyes off her tiny body, the way her eyes darkened as her boyfriend pushed her tank top over her tits, taking one dark nipple into his mouth. her eyes fluttered closed and she sank her fingers into his hair as he licked and sucked her tits, squeezing one breast while nibbling the other. she pushed his head down, down, until he was kissing the waistband of her pants, which he pulled off as she lifted her hips.
"please, daddy," she said. the boyfriend smiled and lowered himself, his face hidden by her thigh. she turned her head, her eyes squeezed shut. when she opened them, she looked directly at the hidden camera.
oh fuck. she knew. she'd known the whole time! why else would she have set the teddy bear up in exactly the right spot?
"fuck, daddy, that feels so good," she whimpered, never looking away from the camera. her mouth hung open, her eyebrows pinched in pleasure. she groped her own tits, playing with her nipples. "do you wanna fuck me, daddy?"
his cock was already in his hand, stroking slowly. "god, yes," he whispered, though she couldn't hear him.
"do you wanna feel my tight little pussy around your cock?"
"can i please have your cock, daddy?"
he groaned and stroked himself faster, watching brainlessly as his daughter positioned herself so that she faced the camera as her boyfriend slid himself into her from behind.
"ohh, fuck," she whimpered as he stretched her out. "you're so big... fuck, it feels so good!" her tits bounced as he began fucking her in earnest, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back. "fuck, fuck, fuck!" she rubbed her clit as he fucked her. "oh my god, daddy, i'm gonna cum. i'm gonna cum on your cock, dad," she said. her lithe body convulsed, and he could see the muscles in her abdomen clenching with each wave of pleasure that wracked her body. her voice was so soft, gasping as she came for him.
he didn't stop stroking himself, replaying her words in his mind as his own orgasm inched closer.
"now be a good girl and suck daddy's cock," her boyfriend crooned.
instantly, he lost all interest. reality came crashing down around him. he'd just been jacking off to his daughter. his own flesh and blood. a little girl who depended on him to protect her from... from people like him.
he righted his pants, storming down the hallway until he swung open his daughter's door, revealing her adorable, innocent, perfect little face with her boyfriend's cock in her mouth.
"oh my god, it's not—it's not what it looks like!" the man stammered, trying to stuff his cock back into his pants.
"get out before i throw you out," he said. his voice was cold, hard, like steel.
the man scrambled to his feet, tugging on his shoes and running away. his daughter hadn't moved, still on her hands and knees, staring up at her father.
"you scared him," she said, almost petulantly.
"he was fucking me, daddy," she cut him off. "just like you knew he would. just like you wanted him to."
"i did NOT want him to," he objected. "he's too old for you."
"I know, daddy," she said, inching closer to the foot of the bed.
he must have stepped forward without realizing it, because he could feel his little girl's breath on the crotch of his pants. "you shouldn't be doing things like that with him," he said.
"who should i be doing them with?" she asked, looking up at him. her doe eyes glittered in the fading evening sun.
"nobody!" he said, cupping her jaw with his hand. "you're too young for all of that. he was taking advantage.”
"but i wanted it, daddy. i needed it.” she ran one hand up his thigh, her thumb resting just above his bulge. “will you give me what i need?”
for the longest moment, he didn’t know how he’d react. part of him wanted to feel her warm, wet mouth on his cock, fill his palms with her perky tits, push her back onto the bed and fuck her in every position he could think of until he found all the ones that drove her crazy.
but he stepped back. “we can’t. i can’t,” he said, forcing his eyes away from her taut nipples. he glanced at the nannycam, but didn't reach for it. “get dressed for dinner.”
he went back to his bedroom to erase the footage, only to see the camera moving. what was she doing with the teddy bear? he frowned. the angles and constant motion made the footage a confusing blur, until eventually it settled into a subtle, rhythmic motion.
“oh fuck, daddy,” she moaned.
the camera was beneath her. his view was of her upper body, as though she were riding his face. comprehension dawned; she was humping the teddy bear.
he didn’t stop the recording. slowly, he lowered himself into his chair again, unzipping his pants and freeing his cock. this had to be better than fucking her, right? better than actually touching his daughter? his hand gripped his shaft easily, pumping in time with her motions on the camera. her whimpers made him throb, her gasps made him moan. they were a perfect symphony of pleasure. when she came, legs squeezing the teddy bear desperately, he came with her, shuddering and groaning.
he cleaned himself up before the shame could set in, and went to the kitchen before deciding today was not a day to cook. he ordered a pizza, sank into the couch, and put on some mid-2000s cop procedural until the doorbell rang.
"i'll get it!" his daughter called. he pursed his lips but said nothing until he saw her reach for the doorknob. she was wearing a crop top and panties, and nothing else.
she was swinging the door open before he could yell, "young lady, put some damn clothes on!"
she cocked her hip and took the pizza from the shocked delivery man whose eyes slid over her tight young body before he could stop himself. she gave him a cute wave and closed the door with her foot.
"don't have an aneurysm, dad." she placed the pizza box on the coffee table and flopped onto the couch, patting the cushion next to her. "come sit."
"you cannot be opening the door dressed like that," he said, fury flooding his veins.
"like what?" she asked, all innocence.
"like a slut!" he shouted without thinking. "you saw how he looked at you. you know what he was imagining."
she sat up on the couch, resting on her arms so that they pushed her tits up and out. "but i'm just a teenager," she said. "i'm way too young for him."
he flexed his hands at his sides. "okay. you wanna be a slut?" he stepped forward, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her head back. "you wanna flash your tits for every grown man that walks past? you want everyone to look at you and imagine fucking you? fine." his free hand began undoing his pants, freeing his stiffening cock. "you wanna act like a slut, you'll get treated like one!"
her eyes were wide as she stared up at him. "daddy, what—"
he slapped her on the jaw, just hard enough to sting. "shut up," he commanded. "show me what that mouth is good for." he brought her head forward with one hand, lifted his cock with the other. her lips wrapped around him without hesitation, and the warm wetness of his daughter's mouth was heaven. she sucked him sloppily; her spit lubricated his shaft so that her lips could slide over it with ease.
jesus christ, his little girl could suck cock like a pro.
her head bobbed forward into his crotch of her own accord, so he freed her hair and reached for her tits instead, massaging them through the flimsy fabric of her crop top. when she moaned around his cock, he thrust forward, sliding his length into her throat. she gagged once, twice, then pulled back, giving him her best doe-eyed stare.
"good girl," he whispered.
"thank you, daddy," she said back.
he slapped her jaw again, and she smiled up at him.
he groaned and lifted her to her feet. she peeled her panties off, stepping out of them while he stripped, his pants and shirt landing in a pile next to the couch. he pushed her crop top over her head, making sure that his palms moved over her tits as he did so. he was rewarded with a small pant of genuine arousal—none of the over-the-top porn performance she'd been giving earlier. she had his attention; she didn't need to be dramatic anymore.
he sucked one nipple and reached between her legs to see how wet she was. when he found she was wetter than her mother had ever gotten, he manhandled her into position. she faced away from him, her arms on the back of the couch, her knees on the cushions.
"this is what sluts get," he whispered in her ear as he pressed against her entrance. she grabbed at her own ass, spreading herself for her father, who slid into her easily. he fucked her deep and slow, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. "little sluts don't get their tits played with. they don't get eaten out. all you want is to get fucked, yeah?"
she whimpered and nodded. he smirked; typical brat. she couldn't form a sentence once she was being fucked.
"you just want some big cock to fill you up so you don't have to think anymore, right?"
"you just want to be a brainless little slut who gets to spend all day cumming on random strangers' cocks, don't you?"
"oh god... dad," she stuttered. "don't—please don't stop. oh my god."
"you're such a desperate little slut you're gonna cum for your dad?"
he didn't stop fucking her, maintaining his pace and depth even as her pussy squeezed his cock. her moans were almost breathless, like she wanted to cum more than she needed air. the way her voice hiccuped was so cute. he wanted to make her do that over and over again.
"such a pathetic slut," he chastised, his cock balls deep inside her. he held it there for a moment while he tried not to cum in his daughter. "you know what i want?"
"what, daddy?" she said, still regaining her breath.
"i want to see your face when you cum for me again. i want to look in your eyes when you realize your dad's cock makes you cum this hard."
she whimpered and looked over her shoulder at him, but he pulled away, his cock sliding out of her with a wet sucking noise. he lifted one of her legs and slid underneath her so that he was sitting on the couch, and she could straddle and ride him.
"fuck yourself on my cock, baby," he told her. "i want you to cum on your dad's cock without me even doing anything."
her mouth fell open, mesmerized by the suggestion. she didn't respond, only reached down to grab his cock, lining it up with her pussy before lowering herself onto it slowly. her eyes closed and she leaned her head back, releasing the smallest of sighs. she settled into her own, unique rhythm so easily, he wondered if she hadn't been fucking him while he was asleep until today.
he watched her ride him with her eyes closed for almost ten minutes before she started moaning, her pace increasing. he grabbed her face and pulled her closer. "look at me," he commanded.
she obeyed, her eyes wide and innocent even as she approached the edge of orgasm. "oh god," she moaned. her hips bucked wildly, her cunt spasming around his cock again. her eyes never left his, and her mouth hung open even as every exhale became a moan.
"now you know you're mine," he told her. without warning, he thrust up into her, making her jump and whine. "we're not done yet, sweetheart. you forgot the one thing sluts are good for."
she stared at him dumbly.
he smiled and shook his head, the picture of a disappointed father. "it's my turn to cum now."
she looked almost afraid. "but daddy—"
he grabbed her jaw and squeezed it lightly; a warning. "do sluts talk back?"
"do sluts make their daddies cum?"
he slapped her. "say it."
"yes, daddy," she said, her breath quickening again. "i want to make you cum."
"good girl," he said softly, petting her jaw before slapping it again. he picked her up and positioned her so that she lay flat on her back on the couch, then climbed between her legs. slowly, he slid his cock between her pussy lips, then slapped her clit with it. she let out a small gasp and her hips bucked upwards. when he was sure she was ready, he slid inside her again. this time, he went hard and fast, wanting nothing more than to dump his load into his daughter's tight cunt.
to his delight, she rubbed her clit as he fucked into her. her other hand played with her tits, squeezing them and pinching the nipples. she came again, her chest and face flushing with the force of her orgasm, her legs shaking on either side of him. he slowed a bit, feeling her walls closing around him, then fucked her through the overstimulation until she was begging incoherently.
"what, baby?" he taunted as he fucked her even faster. "what do you need?"
"please please please please," she whimpered. "oh god, fuck, please—"
he didn't stop, even when he felt warm liquid surrounding his cock inside her. he pulled the blanket they kept on the back of the couch and lifted her hips to slide it underneath her.
"what are you doing?" she asked, frowning.
he smiled at her and finally let his cock slide out of her, followed immediately by the squirt he'd felt earlier. "trying to stop my little slut from making a mess," he said.
she covered her face with her hands. "i've never done that before," she admitted, her voice muffled behind her hands.
he laughed then, and leaned forward to pull her hands away and bury his cock inside her again. "i'm not done with you yet," he reminded her. she nodded, and he squeezed her tits as he fucked her. "such a perfect body," he told her. "i should have known you were a slut. should have known you'd be desperate for my cock."
"i need your cock, daddy," she said, her voice taking on the edge it had had earlier. she was trying to help him cum. "i always make myself cum thinking of you, imagining you fucking me. your cock is the only thing i want. you feel so good inside me, dad."
he groaned. "keep going."
"i love your cock inside me," she said. "it feels so good, stretching me out. nobody makes me cum like you do, daddy. i was made to take your cock. my pussy was made for you, dad."
that did it. he groaned and thrust himself inside his little girl as he came to the sight of his daughter for the second time that day. when he pulled away, he watched his cum leak out of her.
he used the blanket to wipe the excess wetness away, then dumped it into the washing machine. when he came back, she was eating a slice of pizza completely naked.
he laughed. "definitely my daughter."