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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Daddy's Diary pt 2 by DaddyOh (12/07) (Mf, voy, inc?, mast)
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Summary: Dylan comes to retrieve her new camcorder from Daddy, who
just finished jerking off watching Dylan's friend Amber stripping from
the waist up. Daddy realizes for the first time that he wants to see
Dylan, his daughter, naked as well.

Note: The following is completely fictional and intended for adults
only. If you are offended by such material, please do not read this.
Feel free to email comments to my new address at the bottom of this
story.

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Story: Daddy's Diary pt 2 by DaddyOh (12/07) (Mf, voy, inc?, mast)

I didn't know what to do next. I had just watched the video my
daughter Dylan had taken of her best friend Amber stripping to the
waist. I had dreamed of seeing Amber's boobs for so long and I
couldn't help but jerk-off when I saw her reveal them to the camera.
But after she had done her striptease, Amber suggested that Dylan do
the same. I paused the video there. Was my daughter going to strip in
front of the camera I had bought her for Christmas? Should I watch
more? Could I watch more? Did I want to watch more?

My confusion was broken when I heard Dylan's bedroom door open. My
office door was closed, but she was right down the hall, so I could
hear her come out of her room. I froze, wondering if she would come in
and see what I was up to. Thankfully, I heard her go downstairs. In
fear that she would be looking for her mini-camcorder, which she had
left down there, I quickly saved the file I was watching on my own
computer. I couldn't go further then, but I also couldn't resist
keeping the video until I had a better chance to consider whether I
should watch it or not.

In the meantime, the process of saving the file was of course, slower
than ever at that moment. I agonized at the slow progress of the bar
moving across the screen toward 100%. I heard Dylan coming back up the
stairs, surely planning to come in my office and ask for her camera.
"Hurry up!" I involuntarily whispered to myself as I heard her
approaching the door. 80%...90%...95%...100%! I pulled the camcorder
from its port and closed the save window just as Dylan entered.

"Hi Daddy," she said somewhat sleepily. "Do you have my new camera?"

"Um, yea," I replied. "I was just going to check out how it worked.
But I couldn't get it going on my computer," I lied.

"Oh," she began. "Well, Amber and I played around with it last night,
but I erased the video we took." She sounded a bit nervous. I didn't
know if she really thought she had erased it, or if she was just
trying to make me think she had.

As she stood next to my desk, I couldn't help but think about how
different she and Amber were physically. Amber was petite, blond and
very curvaceous. While Dylan was tall and slender with brown hair. She
was five foot seven and likely on her way too five foot eleven. Where
Amber was a feminine, girly type, Dylan was an athlete who played
soccer, volleyball and basketball. And in terms of curves, Amber has
really big boobs, while Dylan chest (so far as I can tell, not having
seen it for years) appears much more flat and firm. Although, I know
she has nipples, because I see them standing at attention beneath her
t-shirts all the time. Finally, I snapped back to the reality of the
moment.

"How did the camera work?" I asked.

"Fine," she said. "It was fun."

"What did you record?" I said. As soon as the words were out of my
mouth I thought to myself, "Shut up, you idiot!"

"Oh, you know," Dylan replied. "Just stupid video of us goofing
around." She laughed, but still seemed a bit nervous. She then reached
out her hand. "Can I have it?" Somewhat transfixed on my thoughts, I
handed her the camera.

"Of course," I said. "Here you go. Let me know if you have any
problems with it. And I'd like to see how it works sometime."

"O.K. Daddy," she replied. "Thanks. I'm going back to my room. See
ya."

"See ya, Honey," I said. Dylan took the camera and left. As she exited
the door and I saw her from behind in her pajama bottoms and big t-
shirt, I had a sudden rush of desire to see her naked. I immediately
chided myself in silence.

"What's the matter with you?" I thought to myself. "Sure, she's
adorable. But she's your daughter, you jerk!" And yet, the thoughts
continued. It was incredible seeing Amber strip, finally getting a
look at those fabulous tits. But it was also very exciting knowing
that Dylan was behind the camera. Not to mention that when she was
done removing her top and bra, Amber encouraged Dylan to strip
herself. They were both being sexually playful. Why was that so
exciting to me?

Then more thoughts flooded my mind. In my state of arousal, I had
completely forgotten that not only were Dylan and Amber friends, but
our families were very close. My wife Jackie is best friends with
Amber's mother and Amber's dad Peter and I are pals as well. "Well,
everyone," I imagined myself saying to them, "Hope you don't mind, but
I couldn't help watching this video of Amber stripping. And when I saw
her fabulous breasts, I just had to pleasure myself. You don't mind do
you?" This made me chuckle. "And while I'm at it, I think I'll watch
Dylan, my daughter strip too and see if that gets me off!"

Could I really be thinking about Dylan in that way? I never have
before. I've been aware that she's growing up and developing (even if
she doesn't have boobs like Amber). But I've never had any type of
sexual thoughts about her, ever. Would I actually do something with
her? I mean, she really is super cute. What if she wanted to so
something with me? What a crazy thought that is! I mean, I'd screw
Amber in a heartbeat. Of course, I'm again forgetting that she's our
friends' daughter! And Dylan is MY daughter! Not only would Amber's
mom and dad want to lynch me if they knew what I was thinking, my wife
would come after me with a deer rifle if she had any idea.

Thankfully my hand had not returned to my shorts, as Dylan chose that
moment to, without warning, come back into the office.

"Hey Daddy?" she said from the doorway.

"Yes, Sweetheart?" I said, hoping my state of startledness wasn't too
obvious.

"Amber's gonna sleep over tonight," she said. "Is that o.k.?"

"Sure, Honey," I replied nonchalantly. "No problem."

"Thanks!" Dylan said as she again closed the door. My mind immediately
went to previous sleepovers with Amber at our house. Both she and
Dylan often ran around wearing only panties and large t-shirts. They
frequently sat on the floor with their legs crossed playing games or
watching TV. I realized that lately I had been paying much closer
attention as they sat around with their backsides to me, showing off
their lovely behinds as they leaned forward to move game pieces or
reach for snacks.

My mind is racing with the thought of the two of them being at our
house tonight. I wonder what panties they'll be wearing. I have to
make sure they come to the family room and sit on the floor while we
all watch a movie together. Oh shit. Amber's big boobs, which I have
now seen, will be just inches away, behind one of Dylan's t-shirts.

It hasn't been more than fifteen minutes since I jerked myself off
looking at Amber in the video. But I'm getting hard again. I'm
reaching my hand back into my boxers. I feel the cool remains of my
previous cumshot as I touch the spots I didn't clean off with tissue.
I'm grasping my dick, sliding the skin back and feeling some remaining
slipperiness as I begin to stroke the growing shaft again.

I'm thinking of Amber and how beautiful she looked stripping for Dylan
and the camera. "Show me those tits, Amber Baby," I whisper as quietly
as possible. "Show Dylan's daddy those big boobs." I feel great
pleasure as I squeeze my cock and stroke faster. I find that an
ejaculation that shortly follows a previous one is especially intense.
My thoughts now turn, for the first time to Dylan. I'm picturing her
dancing as Amber did, gyrating her hips, removing her top. I'm
stroking faster and gripping harder. In my mind, Dylan turns her back
and unhooks her bra. Less hooks than Amber, I notice. She doesn't have
nearly as much to hold-up.

My mind's eye sees Dylan turn back toward the camera, but I'm the one
looking through the lens. She lets her bra fall to the floor as Amber
did. Ooohhh, she looks so good and my dick feels sooooo good. I
imagine Dylan's small, very firm breasts as she rocks her body and
runs her hands up her sides. She moves them to her sweet boobs and
cups them, pinching her very erect nipples. Oh, fuck that feels good.
I want to see my daughter's tits. Stroke...stroke...stroke. I want to
see her strip for the camera.
Stroke...stroke...stroke...faster...stroke...harder...faster...stroke,
stroke, stroke. "Show me those titties," I whisper almost silently to
myself. "Dylan Baby, show Daddy those little tits. Pinch those nipples
sweetie." Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum again, ooohhhhh yessssss, yessss,
yes, Dylan Baby, yesss, Daddy's cumming, yesssss, oohhhhhh
yeaaaaa......

Fuck. I jerked off thinking about my daughter's tits. What kind of a
pervert am I? I better end this entry here. Everyone will be up soon
and I need time to think about what tonight's sleepover might bring.
Oh, shit!

The End

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