NOTE: This is a work of fiction and does not represent any real-life events.
Actors --
ο Mr. Jordan Dailey, Megan's father also known as "Daddy".
ο Megan, Mr. Dailey's 18-year-old daughter also known as "Meg".
ο Darius, Megan's boyfriend.
ο Zahar, a friend of Darius.
Megan Does Daddy
She's forbidden fruit but oh so sweet
It was a cool Friday evening just after nine PM as I drove down the tree-lined road toward my house.
I was on the way home after playing baseball with my local league team. Like myself, most of the players were middle-aged men so the league had a rule that ended a game after six innings when one team was ten runs ahead of the challenger. Tonight's ball game had been a rout and, because of this rule, I found myself heading home early.
It seemed that lately, all I ever thought about was my relationship with my daughter. I had been doing mental gymnastics as I struggled to reevaluate my relationship with Megan. Things had been on shaky ground ever since her mother passed away almost a year ago from an aggressive form of cancer. Although my daughter had recently turned eighteen, she had started school late and was still a senior in high school.
Her acts of defiance were not that unusual for a teen on the cusp of womanhood but she seemed to be taking issue with any restrictions that I attempted to enforce. The only thing keeping her in check was the commitment that she made to her mother to finish high school.
She had recently been dating a young man that I found objectionable. It was a subject that we found ourselves discussing more and more often. Like any father, I was probably being overly protective of my daughter. Especially after losing her mother.
My daughter would argue, and with some validity, that she was a grown woman at eighteen and should be allowed to make her own choices. I was left with only one argument and I used it ruthlessly. As long as she lived in my home she would have to abide by my rules. I didn't think that I would be able to hold the line on that position much longer.
Since our team had won I was in a pretty good mood, humming along with the radio as I headed home. That is until I spotted the car that my daughter's boyfriend drove. Even though I had yet to meet Darius, I had seen his car when he picked her up for dates. He never came to the door like we did when I was dating her mother.
His car was tucked in between two other cars in front of a house just down the street from the modest two-bedroom home that I rented for my daughter and me.
Despite not having met Darius, I was finding that I did not appreciate the influence that he seemed to be exerting on Megan. Now it looked like we were going to have that talk sooner than later.
As if that wasn't enough, I had one more problem that was even bigger than all the others combined. My daughter was the spitting image of her mother. Every time I looked at her I saw her mom and, to my shame, I wanted her and felt the same arousal that I had for her mother. Not good. Not good at all.
She was in full bloom racing to womanhood with long straight blonde hair that fell to the middle of her back. She had modest breasts that I knew were 36C. You're probably surprised that a father would know such intimate information. It's no big deal. When her mother passed I took over all the parental duties and that included doing the wash. I mean, come on, the bra size is right there on the tag.
You couldn't say that she was long-legged since she was only 5'6" tall but she had legs to die for. All too often, she insisted on wearing very short cut-off jeans. Some of them were so short that sometimes, you could catch the bottom of her ass peeking out and it was quite a nice ass.
Back to her legs. Her thighs were firm, full, and well-rounded. My baby didn't have skinny legs. Her calves weren't skinny either but were also nicely shaped. All-in-all she was a real package. Unfortunately, she was a package that was becoming harder and harder for me to ignore and I kept having to remind myself that this was my daughter, not my wife.
Sorry. I guess I got sidetracked. Where was I? Oh yes. I was driving down my street when I saw my daughter's boyfriend's car parked a few doors down. My daughter knew that she was not supposed to have company in the house and certainly not this person nor this late at night.
After I parked the car I opened the front door to the house as quietly as I could. I admit it. I intended to spy on them. That's what any good father would do, right? Of course, it is.
As soon as I locked the door I heard it. At first, I wasn't sure I had even heard anything at all but a moment later I heard it again. It was a low moaning and it was becoming louder and more often. I knew that sound. It seems that my daughter not only looks like her mother but made the same noises when she was having sex.
I should have been mad and gone raging down the hall to confront the little bastard that was defiling my lovely daughter. Instead, I proceeded as quietly as possible down the hall toward my daughter's room.
By this time I knew exactly what was going on. Someone was fucking my daughter and that somebody was about to get seriously messed up. Still, I restrained myself long enough to quietly approach the bedroom door which was slightly ajar. Let's face it. I could tell you that I just wanted to make sure I was right about what was happening, but I'd be lying.
That was certainly part of my reason for looking into the room but my prurient interests were what was driving me forward. I wanted to get a look at my lovely daughter au naturel even if it meant watching her being fucked in the process.
I looked into the room and it was as if the floor had dropped out from under me. My daughter was being fucked all right. Her glorious blonde hair was spread on the bed and her pale white naked body was being rocked back and forth as she was used by the male between her legs. That was shocking enough but what I saw as I looked into the room froze me in place. I had never met her new boyfriend and I was not prepared for the sight of a black man between my daughter Megan's wide-spread thighs.
The shock of seeing my lovely daughter impaled on that black cock made me hesitate. I watched in awe as he pulled it out and then slid it smoothly between the distended lips of her pussy again.
I know that I should have rushed into the room and pulled him from on top of my daughter. That's what any self-respecting father would do, isn't it? But I didn't. I stood there mesmerized, listening to my daughter moaning and begging for him to fuck her harder and, heaven help me, he did and I continued to watch.
Before I realized what I was doing I had my phone in my hands and began to record my daughter's defilement. Subconsciously, I knew that I would want to see this again and again. As he shoved his long black pole deeply into my daughter I listened in surprise as she begged him to shove it in even deeper.
I was so mesmerized by what I was seeing that I was unaware of the man who had walked up behind me until he tapped me on the shoulder. I jumped and swung around to see yet another black guy holding one of the beers that I had in the refrigerator.
He simply smiled at me and asked if I was enjoying the show. What could I say? I was so engrossed in what was happening on my daughter's bed that I simply nodded and turned back and continued taking video.
