7 comments/ 71741 views/ 16 favorites I Flipped the Camera On... By: PlacidoSwann I flipped the camera on and began recording. My little charmer gazed up at me from the foot of the bed. She smiled at the camera with that look of innocent lust she had perfected, eyes wide, pouting lower lip, little girl voice. "Oh Daddy, Tom from Dearborn posted that he soon hoped to see me with a cock in my mouth." "Would you like to do that Emerald?" I asked. "Would you like to gobble a man's penis for Tom to watch?" She paused and looked away as though giving it some consideration. "Tom from Dearborn has been such a good fan. I think he must have purchased all of my picture sets and videos. But... do you think anybody else would like to see it? I mean, see me with a big ol' dick coming into my mouth?" She had that darling quizzical look on her face as though she were genuinely concerned. My daughter was proving to be quite the actress. Her transformation from high school sweetheart to internet cocktease had been shockingly swift, faster than even I had expected, and I had orchestrated it. She had always been a little flirt, even as a child and with the onset of adolescence had matured into a real blonde bombshell. I had been imagining her lapping at my lollipop for years now and finally, at 18 and with her high school graduation just weeks away, it was about to become a reality. The change had begun several weeks earlier. Emerald had asked if she might have additional ear piercings done for her eighteenth birthday. She had gotten conventional ear lobe piercings done on her fifteenth, and her mother had ruled that there would be no more until she was an adult. Emerald's mother had passed away these two years now, and Emerald had really blossomed since then. This fact I had enjoyed enormously, and it had set me to imagining just what a wonderful little slut my daughter would make. We had adhered to her mother's injunctions regarding attire, boys and the like as a sign of respect, but in truth, neither of us was as conservative as her mother had been, and we soon discovered that we had both been waiting to bust out. Once in the shop we had gotten a little carried away, having three piercings done around the top of each ear. We were admiring the work in the mirror when Emerald smiled her coquette smile and shyly suggested that a nostril ring might be fun too. But I had other ideas. I knew what a tongue stud could do for man when properly applied, and I had been nursing plans to teach Emerald some new ways to express her love for dear old papa. If I managed it, I wanted her to be rightly equipped. She was hesitant at first when I suggested it. "Won't it make me talk funny?" "Not at all," chirped in the sales girl, who then stuck her tongue out to reveal a double stud placement. "And the boys love it," she added cryptically. "I wonder why?" puzzled Emerald as she submitted to the procedure. "I guess you'll just have to find out, sweetheart," I said fondly. The sales girl gave me a sharp look and then smiled. As a reward for going along with my preference, I let Emerald get the nose ring she wanted as well. This bounty of new piercings had the effect I hoped for. Emerald began to exhibit a new engagement with the possibilities of life before her. It really became clear that her mindset was changing when she came home the next afternoon full of excitement over the bags of clothing and shoes she had purchased with a birthday check from her grandmother. As she began pulling these delights out for my inspection my excitement quickly matched hers. Short, short skirts. I mean short. Little lace camisoles, tight fitting scoop necked tops, big dangly earrings. New makeup. And shoes! Wonderful stiletto heeled shoes; three pair, in red, yellow and gleaming black. "Fashion show!" I cried. "Fashion show!" she agreed and her eyes sparkled. "Just check me out, Daddy," she called as she flounced out of the room. "I'm going to be so hot!" I sincerely hoped so and I was not disappointed when ten minutes later she preened brazenly at the entrance to the living room. My, what a little tart she was becoming! The red stiletto heeled shoes, pushing her up on tippy toes, shaped her calves and taut thighs. She was showing a lot of those thighs too, because the dainty black leather skirt she tried on ran only a few scant inches below the vee of her-- of what I hungered to see. And taste. She had pulled a tight, pale pink, scoop-necked jersey tank top over a scarlet bra. The bra was too low cut to show over the neck of the tanker, low scooped as it was, but the straps showed and it hoisted her up into twin scoops of yummy fun peeking over the top. Fact is, her top was cut way too low for any decent father to approve. My daughter has breasts that are really too much for a girl of her years, big knockers, indeed. She fills out a D cup I'd bet, or overfills a C cup at least. You think that doesn't sound like so much? It's all a matter of proportion. She's slim, and tiny really, and young, and still developing. I fancied her tits would become full on melons someday but for now they were just a bit over perfect. I imagined pulling that tank top up to see just how much of her tits that bra would reveal. Some pimply kid was in for a treat and I wanted it to be me, except for the pimples. God, if she were only loose and slutty instead of sweetly sexy and innocently flirtatious. She had such potential, if only I could help her to realize it. "Bravo!" I cheered. She turned round to display her shapely little ass. "Do I look good, or what?" "That's marvelous, Emerald. My little girl is becoming a woman.' She turned back round to face me. I looked at her tits. "Am I becoming a woman, Daddy?" "You'll always be my little girl, sweetheart." "Oh, good," she sighed. "But now I must always think of you also as a woman." "Even better." She gave me an evil smile. "You think this is good? Check out this next outfit." And ten minutes later she was back. Why does it take women so long to get dressed? Well, it was worth it. She had put on a foam green sundress, with a full but oh so short skirt, with an obscenely low bodice and spaghetti straps that showed off her upper works in a way that should get her arrested in any decent municipality. If I were a proper Daddy she would never go out in that dress, what with her knockers bobbling like that, but fortunately I can appreciate the effort that goes into not letting your boobs completely spill out, and I would be happy for her to wear that number around the house every day. At least until I could chivvy her out of it, but how to manage that? "You are spectacular, darling." "Really, Daddy? I wish I could see myself," she prompted. "I have my camera right here." I had prepared myself after that last showing. Click. She smiled large for the camera. Click. Plus one more for posterity. She leaned forward. Yes! She was showing lots of cleavage and wobbling boobies. Click. Just to be sure. She had turned to pulled her skirt up and thrust her nearly bare bootie at me. I mean the camera. No, I mean me. This was all for me. I just knew it. I felt it in my stiffening cock that she was showing off for me. This included flashing a violet thong that gave me a fine look at pretty much all of her ass-cheeks. Click. I immortalized that view. Click. Click. Click. "I want to see all of those photos," she chided as she pulled her spaghetti straps back up over her shoulders. No, she hadn't quite shown me her tits, just about three-quarters of them; lots of boobage, but no nips. By golly, they were bouncy! "One more outfit, Daddy." When she came back I about shot in my pants. Black negligee. More of a baby doll nightie actually. The skimpiest little bikini briefs covered more of her than the thong, when you got down to it, but they were so low and thin that I just knew that she had shaved down there. She had to have. The black stilettos were a nice touch. Her legs looked smooth and long enough to wrap around a man's waist and hold on good. But that wasn't the breast of it, pun intended. The hip length top was loose and flowing and sheer black. Sheer. Black. The folds of cloth just sort of covered the goodies, her nipples played hide and seek, and I looked hard for them, but with all that swaying and wobbling going on under there... I could never just be sure. Jeezus H. Christ she was a tease! Click. Click. Click. "You should be a model, Emerald." "Oh, Daddy. You say the sweetest things, but I could never..." "Sure you could." I loaded the photos into my computer and opened them up for editing. Then I launched into my sales pitch. As we looked over the images I had shot, Emerald leaned over my shoulder and squealed with delight and pressed her nearly naked boobies into my back. I outlined a plan for website that I would set up for her to sell her pictures. I showed her a few examples off the Interweb of lovely girls making a small fortune with their modeling. No summer job at the local supermarket for Emerald. As I spoke, a little careful digital editing of the raw shots made them absolutely sparkle. "You make me look so beautiful, Daddy." "You are beautiful. I'm just finding it and letting the world see it for you." "But would I have to get naked, Daddy? Some of those girls were naked." "Not if it bothers you, Emerald." "Oh. Okay, good." She didn't quite sound convinced, so I gave her a little push. "Of course nude shots, artfully done, are nothing to be ashamed of." "Oh, I agree, Daddy. Nudes are beautiful. But only you can make me look beautiful, Daddy. I'll do it, Daddy, but only for you. Only you can take the pictures." My thought precisely. And then the whole world can see them; or at least that portion with their hands on their dicks. "But of course, Emerald. It's important for you to be comfortable." And that was enough to convince her. "Let's do it, Daddy. Let's make money together. If you do the website for me, I'll do the modeling." And she hugged me from behind, mashing her wonderfully fat boobies against me. Oh yeah, this was going to be fun! *** With this group of pics to use I had a prototype website up and running by the next morning. It would need work, but was fundamentally scalable. I was totally whipped when I stripped off my clothes and crawled into bed just in time to hear the cock crow. I woke up three hours later with Emerald seated on the bed next to me, her Netbook open to the new website. I must have emailed her the link, because she had gone to bed long before I finished and was in fine fettle this morning. "Oh Daddy, this is great, and look, I'm already getting comments. 'You are totally fucking hot', and 'You teaser, When are you going to take it off?' Oh Daddy, does that mean they want me to take my clothes off? Do they think I'm just a teaser?" I roused myself and crawled across the bed to her side. A thin sheet barely covered my junk and I straddled her so that my cock was mere inches from her hip. She leaned in so that I could better see the screen. She was still in her nightie, the flimsy sheer affair from the previous night's photo shoot, and I could look down on her fat jugs wobbling with her excitement. "Well, sweetie, teasing is a part of the job, its show business. The nude photos will go into sets that they will have to pay for." "You think they will pay for naked photos of me?" "I know they will darling, they'd be fools not to. You're gorgeous." And then I summoned the nerve to say it. "I know I would pay to see them." She turned to me with eyes large and full lips parted. God, how I wanted to slip my cock in there. "Oh Daddy," she said, and I swear she started to tear up. "You say the sweetest things. But you don't have to pay to see me naked. You're going to be taking the pictures, remember?" As if I could forget. "I love you Daddy." And she reached around me for a hug. Her arm circled my neck, and the big knocker closest to me (we were side by side, remember?) squashed up against my arm, and as she nestled in, her hip pressed itself fully against mine and my cock grew at an alarming rate. She held that hug for a long minute while I swelled against her. When she finally released me, her eyes were gleaming. "You're the best man in the whole world, Daddy. Let's go take pictures, c'mon." And with that she stood and leaning over to give me a splendid view of her jiggling cleavage, she took my hand and pulled me from the bed. I grabbed a sheet to avoid exposing the boner that she had given me. But I was tenting the sheet noticeably and she giggled at the sight of it. "You've got a big one Daddy. I'm glad. I think you'll take better pictures if you've got a big hard one when you see me." And with that she smiled impishly and skipped out of the room, leaving me to stand there with my heart and dong getting all confused. I showered and made breakfast as she primped and prepared for the shoot. We made our plans over pancakes and bacon, and by mid morning were prepared to start. For this next set, I set up lights and a small stage in a spare bedroom, lightly but stylishly furnished. This would be the place where my darling girl would display herself to the world, and to me. We played out a little scenario where Emerald would be pretending to ready herself for bed, stripping out of her clothes as though unaware of the viewer, and then, to complete the tease, putting on the black nightie and climbing into bed, all very innocent. I wanted to lead her into full on slut, gently, slowly. I didn't want to scare her off. Instead, she almost scared me off with how quickly she progressed. Emerald entered the room wearing a sheer hip length smock over tights and a bra. We kept the lights down in the room, and backlight her from the hall silhouetting her figure against the light and through the smock. Click. With the lights on in the room, her figure was less visible, but you got a look at her pretty face, and a hint of the black bra under the thin light smock. Click. She went over to a small dressing table we had installed as a prop and looked at herself in the mirror, turning her shapely ass to the camera and leaning forward to thrust it at the viewer. Click. With her back still to me, she began tugging the tights down, revealing first her thong and ample cheeks. Click. Then she leaned forward more as she pulled the tights down around her knees. Click. And then I shifted views so that I could she up the smock which had fallen low, and just catch a glimpse of the underside of her boob filled bra dangling below. Peekaboo. Click. She sat on the edge of the bed now, facing the camera and lifted her left leg and then her right as she tugged the tights over her foot. This left me with a great shot of the thin triangle of cloth where her thong barely covered her pussy. I got three teasing pussy shots. Click. Click. Click. This was great. Nine shots and we had only just gotten her tights off. Time for the smock I thought, but Emerald had other plans. She rolled over on the bed, tummy down and with her lovely legs exposed; she began pulling down the thong. This time however, she wasn't about to show off a naked snatch. Not yet. She was a very inspired tease. But as she pulled the thong down her legs, she tucked them up under her and lifted her ass off the bed, giving just a glimpse of her rosebud and the pussy petals below it; just a shadowy glimpse. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. She managed to get off the bed without showing me or the camera her pussy. Click. And walking over to the closet, she began pulling her smock up over her head. Click, Click. Click. Her hips, flat tummy and bra successively came into view. Stopping at the closet door, she half turned and her sweet pubic patch came into view. It was neatly trimmed, but still covered the key ingredients. We had agreed that shaving herself would be another, more expensive set; something for later. No, these next three photos would show her pulling the smock up over her head, stretching her long, lovely torso out for our viewing pleasure. When she finished she was wearing only her bra. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. She reached into the closet, pulled her nightie out and tossed it on the bed, allowing the poor viewers to ponder the mysteries of a woman wearing only a bra. Why she hung a nightie up in the closet instead of putting it in a dresser drawer was another mystery best left unsolved. The bit worked, she looked hot and tempting. And turned to the side, had once again hidden her sex from view. Tease. Now she began the slow process of taking off her bra. We stretched that out for eight more shots. She turns her back to us as she reaches behind to unsnap. Click. We get closer as she pulls a strap down. Click. She holds the cups to her breast as the second strap slips off her shoulder. Click. She pulls her right arm out. Click. She pulls her left arm out. Click. Now she is simply holding the bra up to her tits. Click. She leans over, still holding the bra, but now she has spilled forward heavily into the cups. Click. And at least she stands and lets the bra fall away. Click. My little darling is naked for all the world and me to see. She stretches again, raising her tits up in the process. Click. There followed a series of set shots, carefully composed, of Emerald around the room, still totally nude, still, seemingly, blissfully unaware of the camera. She was good at it. She peeked out the drapes, the morning sun falling gracefully across her curves. We took several of these shots, they were so beautiful. One would become part of the free teaser sets available on the front page. Click. Click. Click. Click. She knelt on the bed, plumping pillows, letting her tits fall and wobble. The wobbling didn't show up so much on still shots. I think she was doing it for my benefit and to see me bulging uncomfortably against my jeans. Click. Click. Click. Click. She lay on her back on the bed, her head over the edge, her tits aimed at the ceiling. Click. Click. She lay on her side, reading a magazine. Click. She tucked a pillow up between her legs and squeezed it. Click. She touched her toes. Click. Click. Click. And then finally a set of her taking up the nightie and putting it on, hiding the goodies she had been so free and easy with, climbing into bed and pulling a sheet over her. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. "That's a wrap, Emerald, great job!" She tossed the covers off and sat up. Immediately she began pulling the nightie off, exposing the sweets she had just hidden. No one was taking pictures now, but my, how comfortable she had become with appearing nude before dear old Daddy. This was promising. She pulled me down to the bed beside her, and still in the raw, began going over the shots in my digital camera. She was just a wiggly, squirmy little mermaid next to me. Leaning over, rubbing against me, pointing and commenting at various parts of her anatomy, asking me for comment. Did her boobs look good here? Would men like this? Look how you could only just get a glimpse of her snatch. She had absolutely no shame about being starkers with Papa, and no shame about leaning across my lap and bumping an arm against my straining cock. She did this several times, and there was no doubt in my mind that she knew what she was doing. Finally she announced that she had to meet with some friends from school and study for upcoming finals. "Not that I care about them now that I have a job." "That fine sweetheart. I have work to do getting these uploaded. Go have fun with your friends. Tomorrow is a school day. We'll take another set next Saturday. "Soooo long?" she pouted. "How can I go that long without you taking pictures of me?" I posted a teaser set out of this first batch and made the horny bastards pay for the rest. The first payments started coming in overnight and on Wednesday evening we produced another set. I Flipped the Camera On... This one was in the bathtub, soapy bubbly fun and plenty of peekaboo as Emerald's tits popped in and out of view. We finished with her climbing out of the tub and toweling vigorously off, which set all of her lovelies to shaking for the boys. When that set went up eyeballs and downloads rose tenfold. Emerald was starting to garner serious notice and so we produced her first video on Saturday. The water set had proved particularly successful and so since our backyard is pretty secluded, Emerald could use the pool without being seen. Emerald in a little bikini firing up the grill, Emerald oiling herself on the lounger, working over her legs, tummy and up to her tits, slowly rubbing the oil in, sliding her fingers down into the cups, massaging the soft, quivering flesh, gradually exposing more and more of herself as the strings (which had been carefully tied to stay loose) did just what we wanted that bikini top worked its way off leaving Emerald to nonchalantly squeeze and rub her beautiful knockers for the pleasure of others... myself not the least of these. Wearing only a skimpy bikini bottom, Emerald sauntered across the patio to pop open a well shaken soda can that splurted nicely across her delicious chest, and sent her boobs to dancing wildly as she burst into peals of laughter. To sluice off, she walked shamelessly out into the sunlight and mounted the springboard to execute a perfect swan dive. That was the part that would have a certain segment of the viewing public blathering inanely in posts about art and the beauty of the female form. I later edited that segment out and used it in slow-mo with some classical music as a free come-on for the home page. The remainder of the clip showed Emerald swimming about, elegant underwater, tossing her bikini bottom up on the deck (what did you expect?), splashing the cameraman (me) and doing all of those things you would imagine she'd do, and if you can't-- then go get the clip from our site, only $9.95. And of course I've also pulled a set of stills out and posted them to her gallery—free for members! Interest was skyrocketing now, with suggestions pouring in for more sets and videos. We did a few chaste ones that did quite well, really. There were some nice down blouse shots of Emerald in a low top cut playing with a fluffy puppy on a throw rug. And then another of Emerald applying make-up and trying on necklaces while wearing only her panties. You never really got a good look at her tits until she put a bra on, and then only for a moment. I can't believe how well that one did, so we did another of her putting her pantyhose on, and that did almost as well. By now, Emerald was making me hornier and hornier. She insisted that since she was getting naked, or nearly so, that I take my shots wearing only my boxers, and she wouldn't start until I had a bone for her. "The shots are so much sexier when you're in the spirit of the thing. And it makes me feel sexy having a hard cock to think about." She was developing quite a lewd mouth, but despite our proximity and the hugs she often gave me, my cock had never popped out for her to see and she never groped me there. I still was uncertain how far she would go. Several of our posters had suggested in a general way that a hard core section for the elite membership would be appreciated, but we never really discussed it, until much to my surprise Emerald mentioned the Tom of Dearborne request for a cocksucking set. "Have you ever sucked a cock before?" I surprised even myself by asking that, and I trembled inwardly at the possible answers. "Well, no," she responded shyly, "but I've thought about it," my heart skipped a beat, "And I've always wanted to..." the bottom dropped out of my stomach, "But... well, I don't trust those boys at school, and..." she hesitated coquettishly. "And?" I prodded. "And with all of this, well, I feel like I've outgrown boys and want my first to be with a man, a grown man." She added in case I didn't catch her drift. "With a..." she was blushing now, "...a penis I can trust!" Penis? Where had this sudden burst of false modesty come from? The blushing, the downcast eyes, creeping in closer, and then looking up at me shyly, oh, she was quite the actress. "But I don't know many men, except for you, Daddy. And I'd really like to do this one. But you're the only man I can trust." I pulled my little bundle of sexy female flesh close, and let her soft curves melt into me. "We'll work it out, sweetheart." "For Tom of Dearborn," she whispered. And so I flipped the camera on and here we were. My dream of stuffing my daughter's sweet mouth with my fat cock was about to become a reality, and it was beginning to seem like it was a dream she shared as well. "Would you like to do that Emerald?" I asked. "Would you like to gobble a man's penis for Tom to watch?" "Tom from Dearborn has been such a good fan. I think he must have purchased all of my picture sets and videos. But... do you think anybody else would like to see it? I mean, see me with a big ol' dick coming into my mouth?" "I think there are many, many men who would love to see that sweetheart." We weren't exactly improvising, although Emerald was quite creative that way, and would veer off script when inspiration struck; but we began be sticking to our planned outline. The idea was for Emerald to start out shy and hesitant, and become avid after she got a taste of what I had to offer. But we hadn't actually discussed whether or not I would cum, and if a she would swallow and the mystery of it made the moment absolutely mouthwatering in anticipation. She was all sexy little girl slut now. "But I've never actually seen a man's penis before, Daddy." "It's not scary at all, angel. Here, let me show you." "Oh would you?" She sounded thrilled. I had set up a second camera on the dresser so that I could enter the scene without revealing my face. We wanted the wankers to imagine that this could be them. They didn't care about seeing me, I was just a penis, a cock for Emerald to suck and this would all be edited together later. Today I was dressed in trousers, a fitted T-shirt and skivvies, rather than the shorts I usually wore. We wanted Emerald to have a little work to do before feasting on me. I reached into camera view to unbuckle my belt. Emerald watched wide eyed. "I want to try it," she announced. Then she brushed my hands aside and began fumbling with the belt buckle. She stuck her tongue out like this was actually challenging and contrived to press her wrists against my bulging hard-on as she did so. Emerald had an instinct for where the camera was and it was clear from later footage that you could tell that she was rubbing me up. Believe me, I could tell! With the buckle loose she pulled the belt off me slowly and, tongue still out, she next attacked the snap of my trousers. Somehow she managed to make that look difficult, and she smiled triumphantly when it popped free. Then with eyes glued to my crotch, she slowly pulled the zipper down over my lurching hard on. It was still growing at this point and I was uncertain as to whether it would first appear bursting through my fly, or if it would stay hidden until it emerged over the elastic of my skivvies. Then the little cock-tease stopped. Now picture this. I was standing at the foot of her bed, my pants half off around my waist, my cock straining against the thin fabric of my shorts. Emerald kneeled on the bed before me, wearing the aforementioned black nightie and precious little else. Her lips were scant inches from the meat she would soon taste. I was aching with lust. And the little bitch stopped! She was going to stretch this out. She reached up and slipped her long fingered hands up under my tight T-shirt and slid them up my belly, pulling the shirt up as she rose. And rise she did, straightening up and sliding her fat jugs against me, rubbing against me like a cat, feeling my hot hard bone strain against her belly, her boobies, mashed against me chest as she slowly stripped off my shirt. How she contrived to do this without showing my face, I can't imagine. But when I looked at the footage, all you could see was the shirt going over my head, and then my face hidden in the valley between her wobbling girls. I gotta tell you it was heavenly in there. She tossed my shirt away and then was back down around my waist, tugging my pants off. Now she was showing impatience, and as she pulled at my pants she managed to mess up my shorts as well, batting my dick around so that it bobbed crazily and couldn't stay contained. It began peeping out. First the head, than a bit more, and then the waist band of my skivvies was pulled down and the whole monster popped into view. At that she just yanked everything down off me, and I found myself standing naked before my daughter for the first time and I had a boner for her. It was a dream come true. Emerald clutched at me, her hands digging into my ass, and her pretty face pressed against my meat. Her chin was in my nutsack, and her eyes were raised skyward to take in the sight of my cockhead high above her. Her full lips, sensuous and gleaming with impeccably applied lipstick lay against the base f my long shaft. "Oh, Daddy, your cock is so big! How do you get it so big? Does it hurt when it's so hard? It feels so strong! Can I taste it Daddy, can I?" "Could I ever deny you something you wanted, sweetheart? Just go slowly. I don't want you to choke." And with that parental permission, Emerald began tasting every square centimeter of my cock, beginning at the base, and working her way up, leaving saliva and lipstick in her messy wake. She had gotten to the sensitive skin about two inches below my cockhead when I began to think I wasn't going to make it. She was going to make me blow too soon if I didn't do something quickly. I reached under her chin to lift her face up. Her chin shined with the slick of her ministrations as her eyes shined with love. "Do you like it sweetheart?" "I love it! Oh god, Daddy, your cock tastes even better than I imagined. I just love licking it... I want more right now. Give it to me, pleeeeease!" And with that she brought my fantasies into reality by engulfing my cockhead with those beautiful lips. The moment's respite had taken a bit of the edge off and I was fully ready now to enjoy watching and feeling my cock sliding in and out of Emerald's hungry mouth. She had a most delicate touch. Her tongue swirled gently around my red cap, teasing me with pleasure, enticing me to unload my semen into her. And I fully planned to, but not yet. I pushed a bit, and another inch passed through those lips. Emerald gasped a little. Thick as I am, even a couple of inches left her mouth well stuffed with cock. She began to roll her head, letting her cheeks bulge with my meat, first the right side and then the left. And as she did so, another inch slowing worked its way in. And by now, the tongue stud had begun making magic. I felt the pressure under my shaft, the deep hard massage that was going to pull my semen up along the length of my fountain to flood her mouth. Emerald seemed to realize it as well. I began thrusting myself forward, rocking a just a little, just enough to begin shoving myself just a little deeper... another inch, and another and I was starting to slide into her throat. Emerald gagged a little now and I pulled out. But she had understood the secret power of the tongue stud, and she pressed it firmly against my cock as I did so, and I felt my load rising upward. But I didn't cum yet. Not yet. She took me in again, as deeply as before, and then I pulled out. In and out, again and again, and with each stroke she pressed the tongue stud into my cock as though begging for me to cum. Soon, I knew. She drew my sap towards her. I felt her hands reach around to grasp my ass cheeks as they flexed, driving my cock into its new home. For I knew Emerald's mouth would mine, now and forevermore when the boiling spew finally breached the threshold of my cock and spilled drunkenly into her mouth. And finally it happened. Buried about four inches into her mouth, I began my orgasm. I shuddered and the dam gave way, spraying her with a new taste sensation. She gurgled as cum frothed and backwashed but she gulped down as much of the thick fluid as she could. This wasn't for the camera anymore. This was about us. This was about me creaming into my daughter's mouth and her eagerly encouraging it, draining me of my lust to feed her own. There was nothing mannered or false about the ensuing tape. Sales went off the chart. Tom of Dearborn's wish was granted and he got to see Emerald sucking her first cock. My wish was granted as well, and Emerald quickly became very well acquainted with the taste and length and hardness of her old man's cock. She always called me Daddy on tape, but everyone just assumed it was sex play. Emerald's wishes? Well, she reveled in the action, the money, and loved being the perfect little slut I knew she could be. We did sixty-nine shortly thereafter, and by the time High School graduation rolled around I was fucking her for the camera, and scarcely a day went by where Emerald wasn't walking around with my cum in her. But it was only for the camera. Our activities never translated into a relationship as lovers. We remained father and daughter, business partners and didn't take our fucking private. It was always for public consumption, for whenever I flipped the camera on...