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Nicole had become a problem. A serious, serious problem for John. And it wasn’t getting any better.
It was his own fault, really. He’d caught his step daughter Nicole working as a Camgirl. Caught her red handed. Well, wet handed as he’d convinced the little whore to finger her cunt for him, not knowing who her customer really was.
As a result, he had evidence. Lots and lots of hard evidence that she knew he had. So the once insolent little brat was gone. Replaced by the fucking worthless, morose thing that moped around the house.
And didn’t go out.
Ever.
At first, John revelled in the fact that he’d tamed his step daughter. And got an up close and personal view of her fucking her own cunt with a dildo. That was good too. But now, it wasn’t that she was tamed so much as stuck.
Her friends were leaving her behind. Kitted out with all the latest bling, he had no doubt that some of Nicole’s friends’ bling was due to rich parents. But it couldn’t explain all of it. Not for her friend Poppy. Or Gabby. Or Stephanie. No, those girls didn’t have the rich parents that would allow for the bling and the clothes and the time sipping lattes and eating smashed avocado at the local mall. At least one of those girls needed to be on the take. Spreading her thin teenage legs for complete strangers to masturbate to on the Internet.
But Nicole wasn’t. Her tiny titties and shaved little pussy, that stayed off the internet and now Nicole was starving and falling behind. Starved of cash and falling behind her friends.
And she wasn’t taking it well. Not at all.
And that was fast becoming John’s problem.
It’s not like Nicole was great company. That’s something about a step-dad shooting a load of jizz over a step-daughters face and photographing it that gets in the way of small talk. So she hung around. Existing. Not useful. Not interesting. Not, well anything really. An ongoing presence in the house.
And cramping his style. It had been weeks since John had been able to seriously watch good porn. Sure he could snatch a few vids here and there but not the good stuff. The stuff he liked. The hard stuff with young bitches being fucked hard in public and screaming as guys slapped their faces … and tits. He loved tit slapping and Nicole’s ever mopping presence got in the way of full screen HD tit slapping porn.
It needed to stop.
He walked into the lounge. Nicole lay sprawled on the couch like some sort of lizard basking in the sun. One leg hooked over the back of the couch, her body twisted in an awkward angle, her thumbs tapping at the screen of her phone. In the background, the TV played some God awful Netflix series, spewing forth it’s faux drama completely unwatched.
He turned off the TV.
“Hey,” she said without raising her head from her phone. “I was watching that.”
“Sure you were,” he replied.
“What do you want, John?” she asked.
“Here’s twenty bucks,” he said tossing a note into her. “Why don’t you go out for a bit?”
She looked down and plucked the note off her chest. “It’s twenty bucks,” she said.
“Go to the mall and have fun with your friends.”
“But it’s only twenty bucks,” she said.
“What’s the problem, Nicole?” he asked.
“Apart from the fact that it’s not enough for an afternoon at the mall, I’ve got nothing to wear.”
The visions of her time as a Camgirl ran through John’s head. “Hasn’t stopped you before,” he said.
“Very fucking funny, John.” Her voice bitter and cold.
“What, do you want to go back to showing off your pussy to strangers? he asked
She didn’t reply.
His eyes narrowed.
She looked down at her phone.
“Answer me,” John said.
She didn’t.
“What the fuck, Nicole?” he shouted. “Do you like being a stripper?”
“I was a Camgirl, John.”
“And you liked it?” His nostrils flared.
“At least it paid,” she shouted back. “Like real money. Not like your fucking allowance.”
“Is that really what you want to do?” he asked. “Show off your body to strangers?”
She lay there breathing heavily, jaw set, eyes blazing in anger.
“Well?” he asked.
She remained silent.
“You do, don’t you?” he said. “You want to get back in front of that camera?”
Silence.
“Fuck, Nicole!” Exasperated, he ran his fingers through his hair. “Seriously?”
Something snapped in John. He took a single deep breath.
“Do it,” he said.
She looked up, “You mean it?”
“I said, do it.” He looked down at her, his eyes taking in her body. “But there’s rules.”
Her eyes narrowed. “What rule”
“I get to watch.”
“Sure,” she replied. It was a little creepy but at least he tipped well.
“In your room,” he said.
She hesitated for a moment. Nicole didn’t want to play with an audience in the room. Still, this was her path to financial independence. Her best path. She’d been fucking angry at John and had been thinking of other ways to earn a bit of cash. Ways that were definitely worse. Much worse than having her step-dad watching her.
“You know the rules, John,” Bakırköy Escort she said. “No pay, no play.”
“Fifty bucks,” he said. “I’ll add in fifty bucks.”
Her eyes narrowed. It took a lot of cam time to make fifty bucks. Still, she sensed an opening. “A hundred,” she replied.
John pressed his lips together. “Eighty,” he said. Then he pointed at her, “you already got twenty.”
“Eighty on top of the twenty?” she asked.
“Done.”
“In advance.” She held out her hand.
“How do I know you aren’t going to take the money and run?”
She furrowed her brow in confusion. “Because camming is more cash, daddy,” she said.
His cock hardened a little when she used the word daddy. The only time she’d ever called him daddy was when she cammed for him. She looked down at his bulge and smirked.
He peeled another eighty bucks out of his wallet and held it up. “Now,” Nicole. “I want you to do it now.”
“Thirty minutes,” she replied. “I can’t go on like this. I need to get ready first.” With that she swung her legs to the front of the couch and stood up. “I’ll call you.”
John swallowed hard, his cock tenting his pants. “I’ll be waiting,” he said.
Nicole disappeared upstairs and John settled himself into the couch, sitting in the warm spot left by her body. He leaned back, threw his arms over the back of the couch and crossed his leg across his knee, trying to find a comfortable position that relieved the worst of the pressure in his pants.
He waited.
He walked over, pulled up his tablet and keyed in a familiar address. One that led to the type of porn he liked. The soft cries of girls being gangfucked on camera filtered out from the tiny speakers.
Then, tired of the porn, he stood up. He shouted up the stairs. “Nicole,” he yelled.
Nothing.
He grabbed the banister, his knuckles going white and ran up the stairs, taking two at a time. He marched down the hall and banged on her bedroom door. “Nicole,” he shouted. “What the fuck is going on in there?”
“I’m not ready,” she yelled back through the closed door. “A couple more minutes.”
He thumped on the door harder. “Nicole! Open up, Nicole!”
The door swung inwards leaving his hand in mid-air.
Nicole stood in the door in a bright pastel orange bikini. The fabric stretched tight over her small tits, each nipple a perfect dimple. The briefs were lace up at the sides. The rest of Nicole was smooth, tanned skin. John’s cock twitched as it strained against his pants.
“Fuck, Nicole…” he said breathlessly.
“Eighty bucks,” she said, her dainty hand outstretched.
John reached into his pocket and took out an battered brown wallet. Unfolding it, he reached inside and pulled out a wad of notes. He counted out four fresh twenties and held them out. She closed her fingers around them, crushing them in her fist. With a tug, she pulled them out of his fingers and went back into the room.
John followed. He looked around. The camera was set up facing the bed, Nicole’s laptop hooked up to it. The laptop he’d brought for her because she needed it so badly for college. A keyboard was plugged into the laptop and lay on the bed. Also on the bed lay two dildos, a thin silver one and a larger fatter one, veined like a cock.
She flopped down onto the bed and flicked on the camera. A scene appeared on the laptop. Nicole’s room with Nicole’s bed in the centre and Nicole in her orange bikini lying on top of it.
“Sit over there,” she said. “So the camera won’t see you.”
John sat on the chair next to the wall. He could see Nicole and the screen of her laptop. Nicole started playing on her phone.
Every now and again she’d look up but if there was no one there chatting, her attention returned to her phone.
Slowly the chatroom filled up, lines of text slowly scrolling. The laptop beeped.
A tip.
Nicole looked up from her phone and put it to the side. She slid a keyboard over the sheets and typed some text in before pushing it away. “Hi, guys,” she said. “Thanks deano77,” she added. “How are you guys?”
Text rolled up the screen frantically.
Nicole giggled.
John sat there, his cock getting harder and harder as Nicole did her business. His cock strained hard against his jeans. He shifted in his chair. It creaked.
Nicole glanced in his direction and returned to the chat window in front of her.
“It’s nothing,” she said to the camera.
She paused and listened. Then the laptop beeped again.
“That’s extra,” she said, smiling coyly The laptop beeped, several more times.
“So you horny guys want to see, do you?” Then slowly reached back behind her, and clasping the bow on her back between her fingers, tugged it open. Her bikini top fell loose, providing a view through to her small round orbs.
And to John.
John’s cock surged more. His own breathing loud and ragged in his ears. His eyes took in the small, soft, round flesh of his teenaged daughter’s tits and the flash of nipple behind the loosely dangling fabric. His cock tingled.
Nicole Bakırköy Escort Bayan carried on. Ignoring John. She plucked her nipples, pulling and stretching her tiny, tight breasts, sliding the orange bikini top around to flash the flesh underneath.
She paused. “You want more?” she asked the camera.
The laptop beeped once, then again.
“You know what to do if you want more, boys.” She winked at the camera then turned her head away, as if embarrassed.
The laptop released a flurry of beeps..
Nicole held still, hand cupping her tits, as the beeps continued. ” Nearly there, boys,” she cooed.
Finally satisfied she knelt on the bed, legs apart and arched her body back, thrusting her chest forward. The orange fabric of the bikini top, hung down, trapped between her tits, hiding nothing. In a smooth, sensuous motion, she reached back behind her neck and tugged the bow releasing it.
The orange fabric dropped onto the bed between her knees.
John shifted on his chair uncomfortably as the head of his hard cock pressed against tight constraining fabric. A bead of sweat formed on his forehead. It was fast becoming difficult to bear the level of arousal.
Momentarily distracted, Nicole glanced across and John, her brow furrowed in annoyance at the distraction. She really preferred to work alone. It was easy to think she was alone when the people watching her were just on her laptop.
She relaxed her face and refocused on her laptop, ignoring the questions scrolling across the screen. She gyrated her hips and reached up with both hands and ran her fingers through her hair as she tipped her head back. Her tits jiggled invitingly for the viewers. And for John.
His eyes narrowed as he watched his step daughter preen, gyrate and display her naked body for the men on the other side of the camera. Hooking her thumbs inside the strings holding up her bikini bottoms, she encouraged another round of furious tipping, the laptop beeping as each tip entered her account.
“Come on guys,” she cooed.
She pulled the strings stretching the fabric.
“Nearly there,” she whispered.
A flurry of beeps followed and she watched the line of text scroll up the page.
“Mmmm,” she said, silky and soft. “You boys have earned it.”
She plucked the bow on her left and the bikini bottoms fell open, half revealing her smooth bald pussy.
John had a perfect view of her now naked side and the promise of more. He shifted position and swallowed hard.
Nicole threw him a dark glance. He was an unwelcome distraction. She had this nailed and his presence was putting her off.
She returned her focus to the camera, her eyes hardening in annoyance at the questions on her screen. She ignored them and settled back into her routine, giving her audience a freebie to get their attention. She plucked the other bow and the bikini briefs, freed of anything holding them up, dropped onto the bed. Deftly, she hooked a finger under them and flicked them off.
They landed on John’s face. He pulled them off and inspected them, finding a small damp patch in the middle of the gusset. He sniffed it.
Nicole successfully ignored him but only just. Her step-dad was like a stone in her shoe. A constant annoyance that she couldn’t deal with unless she stopped everything.
She gyrated, displaying her body from her smooth creamy thighs, up past her smooth hairless cunt with the slight sheen on puffy pussy lips, over her flat, fit stomach, past her tight pert tits with erect nipples up to her smiling face. Everything on display. Nothing hidden.
She picked up a dildo.
Her step dad shifted in his seat again.
She ignored it again.
She pressed the dildo against her cheek and smiled coyly into the camera. “Who wants to see me…” She left the sentence unfinished as she rotated the dildo so its blunt rounded end touched her lips. Then she slid it inside.
Her laptop beeped satisfyingly. She waited until they’d showed sufficient generosity. Then she slid the dildo out of her mouth, and ran it down her body, over her right nipple, down her stomach. Down, down, down until the rounded tip pointed at the delicate folds of her delightful young cunt lips.
She then took a deep exaggerated breath and pressed the end of the dildo against her lips. The tip pressed at her flesh then, her labia parted and the dildo slipped inside. On her knees, left hand in her hair, her shoulders back and tits pressed forward, she used her right to slowly slide the smooth metal dildo in and out. She moaned. A little whimper of pleasure and bit her lip.
For John, this was too much. He undid his belt, pulled on the zip and freed his rock hard cock. His eyes on his step daughter’s perfect young toned body, he wrapped his fist around his cock, stroking gently.
For all that Nicole has been able to block her step dad from her mind, this was too much. She scowled as she glanced in his direction.
That was enough for the audience.
A flurry of questions scrolled up the screen. Fuck. She needed to answer. She needed these Escort Bakırköy horny and desperate men to come back night after night to jerk off as she performed for them. She couldn’t lie.
“Yes, I have someone in here with me.”
She stopped moving, the dildo still sunk halfway into her cunt as she dealt with her fans’ questions.
“No, he’s not my boyfriend.”
More questions.
“Yes, it’s a he.”
She sighed. Fuck. There really wasn’t any way out. Not if she didn’t want to lie to her fans. Fuck.
“He’s my dad,” she said.
Line after line appeared on the screen. Then, one caught her attention. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open in surprise.
“You’re fucking kidding me,” she said.
The text scrolled on.
“Fuck,” she whispered. She stole a glance at John, leaning back in the chair, his cock in his hand. Her eyes lowered to focus on his cock.
Her eyes narrowed.
She bit her lip.
The dildo, slick from her cunt, fell from her fingers and onto the sheets.
The room was silent as her step dad fisted his cock and she knelt naked and exposed as teeth plucked at her bottom lip. She swallowed once. Hard.
Her voice was husky, as her gaze returned to the lines of text on the chat.
“In advance,” she said.
The laptop beeped once. There it was one massive tip. As promised.
Fuck.
The faceless guy behind the camera did it.
Fuck.
She’d need to do it or she’d lose all credibility and have to find new fans.
Fuck.
At least that was the only saving grace.
She didn’t have to fuck him.
She looked over at her step dad as he jerked off to the sight of her naked body. Her eyes settled on his cock. Fixated on his cock. She licked her lips. Her eyes narrowed.
John, stopped stroking.
“What?” he asked.
“Daddy,” she said. She stepped off the bed. With one hand, she reached out, picked up the camera and walked towards John, dropping to her knees in front of him. Her free hand grabbed his wrist and pulled the hand off his cock.
“You don’t need to do that anymore, daddy,” she said. Her left hand held the camera at arm’s length, while she wrapped the fingers of her right hand around his hot, hard cock. A dribble of precum slid out of the open, inviting hole at the end of his cock. Slowly down the head and over her fingers.
Fuck. She needed to do it.
She leaned forward.
Pursed her lips.
Placed them on the smooth head of his erect cock.
Opened her mouth and let him slide inside.
He moaned.
She slurped.
She pulled back and his cock slid out of her mouth, now slick and wet with her spit.
She could do this.
Nicole turned and set the camera down on her dresser. She turned back, reached out and grabbed the laptop. She placed it on the edge of the bed where she could check the view.
There it was, John’s cock, hard and slick, sticking out of his trousers right in the middle of the frame.
Perfect.
She turned back, raised her eyes to John’s and with a loud slurp, took him into her mouth. With the camera set up and two hands free, she loosened his trousers to expose more of his cock. And his balls. Her fingers fondled his balls. His cum filled step daddy balls.
She groaned as she slurped. She wanted the audience to appreciate the show. Noise helped. She couldn’t forget this was a show. No, she’d need to show how eager she was. Make noise. Perform.
Because she couldn’t see the chat window when she had his cock in her mouth.
But John could.
He could see her face. Her hollowed cheeks. Her pretty, pouty lips wrapped around his cock. He could see everything.
Including the comments.
Of her fans.
What they wanted…
To see…
Her do…
Him do…
…to her.
One comment stood out. A request. On the screen.
For him.
‘FACEFUCK THE BITCH’
A fire erupted in John’s belly. Pure lust. Nicole’s mother Olivia was a frigid bitch but here was his chance. To get what he wanted. What he always wanted. If the mother wouldn’t provide then the daughter would. She was a fucking slut anyway. Besides.
John, would get what he wanted.
Nicole’s fans would get what they wanted.
That meant Nicole would get happy fans. That was good for her too, right.
Everyone wins.
He reached down with both hands. He placed them on his daughter’s head. He curled his fingers, scooping up a handful of her blonde curls. She gasped. He squeezed pulling the hair tight, taking her head under his full control and he slammed her head onto his cock. The head slamming satisfyingly into the back of her throat.
She gagged and struggled, her hands slapping his thighs.
He held her tight.
“This is what your fans want, Nicole,” he snarled. “You want happy fans don’t you?”
She gagged and struggled.
“Answer me, bitch.” He held her head tight. “You want happy fans don’t you?”
Nicole’s head was held tight, almost like in a vice. But it could move the tiniest fraction.
She nodded.
“Good girl,” he said.
Then he slammed her head back and forth on his cock, crushing his balls against her chin, the head of his cock smashing into the back of her throat. Unrelenting, he fucked her throat, a snarl on his face as he took the pleasure denied him for so long.
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