'How could this be, where did we go wrong? She's too beautiful for this, too pristine, too young!'
'Shut up pussy she is probably making a fortune, and she's hot to trot, just as horny as her mother and yourself were at her age, only capitalizing on it.'
'NO. I'm NOT letting my daughter become just another victim of the internet age. This is a gateway, she will soon start stripping or fucking for money, end up raped, on drugs, stripping, or worse.'
'Doubtful. She just got into a good school, has aspirations. She just has a high sex drive and obviously gets off on being watched, why not get paid for it in the process?'
This was the jist of the internal debate going on in his head when he finally got up the courage to search his eighteen-year-old daughter's computer to find that she had a membership on one of those webcam sights where girls charge subscriptions for men to view and talk with them doing provocative things. He had been growing more and more suspicious as she started going to bed earlier and earlier. A few times when he pressed his head up to her door he could hear things he wished he hadn't. Well he sort of wished he hadn't. The devilish side was putting up a good fight though and was very excited he had.
Soon enough he found himself creating an account, and checking out what she was up too. At first he just found her, of course named "Daddi3sBaby469", then after curiosity got the best of him one night when his wife had gone to bed early, he saw that she was live. She had thousands of subscribers, one of the most popular girls on the site. He couldn't help himself, he clicked subscribe, and Pandora's box, Charlotte's web, and his daughters superb legs all flew open at the same time, right in his face.
She was facing the cam, with a pacifier in her mouth, a headband with those little kitten ears on her head adorned with her platinum hair in two handlebar pony tails, her t-shirt pulled up over her breasts, their perfect shape and size holding it there, revealing two nipple clamps affixed tightly where they are intended to go. Her legs were spread wide with some overly sexy lace panties on, and she was teasing the hem of them as donations were pouring in. He slammed the laptop shut. 'What the fuck did I just see?' He felt like he had walked in on her, embarrassed but also ever so slightly turned on. After all she was stunning on a normal day, never mind how she just was. Is. In the room right next to him.
She was a star soccer player, very fun to be around, and absolute bombshell. Since she was a little girl he had always been in love with her, and she knew it. He was totally wrapped around her little finger. To this day she had never had a boyfriend, and he suspected she may be a "lipstick lesbian", as she spent an enormous amount of time with her best friend, much of it behind closed doors since she had gone through puberty several years ago.
This was fine with him, he loved lesbians, he wished he was one! His wife seemed concerned about her orientation, but not overly. He knew she had experimented quite a bit with women, and fantasized about them even more so, judging by her browsing history and the way he would catch her ogling her daughter's friends, her bestie being a ten out of ten in her own right.
'I should break her door down right now and put a stop to this, throw her computer thru a window and tell her how it's gonna be.'
'You should calm down. She's an adult now doing adult things. The world has changed since we where her age. She is fine. Very fine.'
He decided he needed more time to figure this out. Part of him said log back on, see how far she takes it, part of him tells him to delete the account to avoid any further images he can't erase from his head. He did neither.
The following night Ashley, his daughters best friend, came over for dinner and after hanging out for a bit they retreated into Sierra's room to "do some homework". After about 15 minutes Dad got on his phone, lying to his wife that there was a problem with the server at work and he was just delegating the responsibility elsewhere so he didn't have to go in. But he was really punching in his username and password eager to see if DaddiesBaby was live.
She was. Alive and kicking as a matter of fact, with Ashley sitting on her hips on her bed, both girls in their underwear, massaging one of her breasts over her sports bra with one hand, while her other has it's thumb in Sierra's mouth, Sierra holding it with both hands as she guided her thumb in and out, giving her thumb an amazing blow job. The comments were flying up the screen and he was sure they were making some great money, and as judging by the flush pink cheeks and closed eyes on both beauties, having a blast in the process. He instantaneously got hard and shut off the browser.
"Done. Honey why don't you slip into something more comfortable?" She looked surprised. It had been a while after all.
"Did you forget the girls are still here?"
"Who cares?" He pulled his rock hard cock out of his tightened pants.
"ARE YOU INSANE? They could walk out here any second!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bedroom, his rather long and thick cock bouncing up and down like a long two by four hanging off the back of a short bed pickup going down a bumpy road. She slammed the door shut, getting on her knees while asking what had gotten into him.
"Not sure, it could be Ashley I guess, her nipples were showing thru her top, and she seemed horny or something tonight."
