My Daughter Morgan 1

I loved my daughter more than anything in the world, but sometimes you just cave in to certain forces that are stronger than the bond between a father and his daughter.

One such force was my obsessive personality. When I became obsessed with something, I poured all my time, energy, and money into it. When my wife Melody, my daughter Morgan, and I were living under the same roof my obsession was UFOs. Sometimes I’d spend an entire week camping at sites that reported UFO sightings, and Melody eventually grew tired of me and left with Morgan.

The other force was lust. After the separation from Melody I was glued to porn. It started “normal” at first, with nude modeling photos and solo masturbation videos, but with so much free time on my hands I eventually drifted into more extreme categories.

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On Morgan’s 18th birthday, she traveled to Hawaii with Melody and uploaded dozens of vacation photos to her Facebook and Instagram. Melody had let herself go a bit–many men would’ve referred to her as “thick”–but my god was Morgan a cock tease. She had that semi-mature face that was the perfect mixture of cute and sexy, and she had inherited her mother’s lady parts packaged in my slim figure. At the sight of her ample C-cup breasts and ass to match, my hand subconsciously gripped my cock. I wanted to reach out and grab a fistful of her natural blonde hair, toss her cute little 5’4″ frame around, and unleash myself onto her.

But this was my daughter, so I held back…for three months.

It was her Halloween photos that drove me over the edge. She uploaded photos of herself at a party dressed as Harley Quinn. She had ripped her top in half so that the bottom of her breasts were hanging out, and her shorts might as well have been a thong. I wasn’t very fond of the dyed hair or the ridiculous make up and outfit, but what turned me on so much was the guys in the background. A trio of guys, to be specific, was caught checking out Morgan from behind. They were fixated on her plump ass, with a predatory look in their eyes. One of them was even licking his lips.

“Caught them creepin lol,” one of Morgan’s friends commented on her photo.
“That guy licking his lips was trying really hard to buy us a drink lol,” Morgan replied.
“Yeah, he either had to be an undercover cop or trying to roofie you lol”

My imagination ran wild after reading the third comment. What if Morgan accepted that drink? What if it was spiked? What if she had gone to that party alone? What would the three of them have done to her?

I initially couldn’t get myself to fantasize about fucking her, but the thought of other men taking advantage of my daughter’s perfect face and body drove me nuts. For the next three months, I fantasized about nothing but multiple men gang raping my drunk and drugged Morgan. I downloaded all of her photos off of Facebook and Instagram and masturbated to each one. I imagined a group of big Hawaiian men ruining her vacation, burglars, classmates, and even her being sold off as a sex slave for Christmas to wealthy, old men.

Then I became more twisted.