Dad Can You Take a Picture? by pureid

Dad Can You Take a Picture? by pureid

Discover an engaging and provocative tale in 'Dad, Can You Take a Picture?' by PureID. Unravel the complexities of relationships and explore the boundaries of intimacy in this captivating adult story. Perfect for those seeking a blend of emotion and desire. Dive in now!<br/>

My daughters inappropriate instagram posts. All characters 18 or over.

My daughter Stella wants to be an influencer. She’s a bright girl, and I’ve always hoped she would pick a profession using her brains and not her body. But I can’t make her choices for her, so I compromised. I told Stella that I would support her, provided that she maintained a 4.0 GPA and attended College. Stella has kept up her end of the bargain. She just got accepted into UCLA! I couldn’t be a prouder dad.

So in turn, I’ve supported her influencer dream. I’ve purchased countless outfits for Youtube try-on hauls and lighting equipment and cameras for her photoshoots. I even appeared in a youtube video where she covered my face in girl makeup. She thought that was the funniest thing ever! Sometimes I even take pictures of her when her friends aren’t around to do it.

I will admit, Stella does look like an instagram model. She has long wavy brown hair, big green eyes, a radiant smile, and a curvy figure she’s spent hours in the gym working for. When we’re out in public together men are constantly checking out her thick bubble butt. If I wasn’t her father, I guess I’d think Stella was pretty hot too! All this attention worries me. I don’t like men leering at her on the street or on the internet. I’m protective over my baby girl! So I asked Stella to not post inappropriate pictures or videos of herself, and she agreed. But it seems her definition of inappropriate is a bit different than mine. She has posted snap stories of her twerking, workout videos of her doing squats in the gym, and even bikini clad instagram photos that prominently feature her butt.

So Stella left me with little choice. I added a new rule to our arrangement: All her posts must be approved by me. If you wouldn’t text it to your father, don’t post it, I told her. Now Stella texts me potential posts everyday. Usually they’re harmless, but last week she sent me a photo of her lying on her bed in a sundress with her legs slightly parted revealing her pink panties. Two days ago she sent me a photo of her by our pool wearing a red micro bikini, turned at an angle to show off her ass. There was no way I would ever let Stella post those pictures, she must know that, right? I’m sure this is just a ploy for attention. But, I’m starting to wonder if Stella enjoys teasing me, even flirting with me.

There’s a new tension in our relationship now. Our hugs last a few seconds longer. When we cuddle while watching a movie, I can feel her pushing her body into mine. She’s started wearing less and less clothing around the house, no matter how many times I chastise her. Yesterday she walked into the kitchen with a string bikini top and short terry cloth booty shorts. I swear she made a show of reaching down into the freezer, shaking her ass around as she looked for a snack.

“Stella, you have to start covering up around the house.”

“Why daddy, is all of this too sexy for you to handle?” She ran her hands down her body and shook her ass. “Ew, are you worried I’m going to turn you on? That’s so gross dad” Stella laughed. My face turned red and I just stammered out a No. Stella pulled out her phone. “Oh here, dad, can I post this? ” She pulls up a picture of herself lying in bed in a suggestive pose, wearing pink lingerie.

“ No. You’re in bed”

“Why dad? People on the internet, like, know that I have a bed. That’s not, like, new information for them. How about this one?”

“No.”

Stella adopted an awful British accent “Papa, is this indecent? ”

“Yes”

“Ugh, this is so unfair. Skinny girls never get asked to cover up. You’re basically just punishing me for having a great body”

“Yup”

Stella tilted her head to the side and smiled “So you think I have a great body? Thanks dad!” She laughed, and skipped out of the room chanting “Daddy thinks I’m sexy, daddy thinks I’m sexy!” It’s time to admit it. She’s right! I do find Stella sexy. And I even though it’s wrong, I want nothing more than to fuck her!

The next day I sat by the pool, reading a John Grisham novel. Stella emerged from the house looking absolutely radiant, in daisy duke shirts and a small tank top.

“Dad, I’m bored! You want to do a photo session?”

“Sure, I am looking pretty good today.”

Stella laughed and lightly punched my arm. “A photo session of me stupid!”

“Alright, sweety”

Stella handed me her phone. She pulled off her tank top and shorts to reveal her favorite red string bikini. My dick began to harden, but I didn’t care. My daughter should see what she’s doing to me! I snapped a few pics while she smiled leaning back on the rail. Then she began to pose. She turned to her side and popped her pump ass out. She turned her back to me and looked at the camera over her shoulder smiling suggestively. She turned to her side to show off her profile, giving the camera a slight coquettish smile. I just kept snapping more pictures, my heart beating rapidly.

I couldn’t wait any longer, I had to get my hands on that beautiful body. “Sweetheart, come here. Come take a look and see if you like any of these pictures” I called out. She sashayed over. I wrapped my arm around her, squeezing her shoulder, as we both peered over her phone and scrolled through the shots of her.

“These are great dad, you’re such a good photographer!” Stella rested her head on my shoulder and gazed up at me.

“You look beautiful Stella! But you know I’m never letting you post any of these right?”

“These are just for you, silly! Let’s take some selfies together!”

Stella took the camera and leaned in closer to me. She snapped photos from different angles making cute little faces in each one. “Do you friends ask their dads to do photoshoots like this?” I asked. “No, but they don’t have cute daddies like mine” Stella leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

Stella gave me a tight hug. “Thank you dad. You really are the best,” she said, as she nuzzled her face against my chest.” She must be able to feel my erect cock pressing against her, she must. Stella pulled me in even tighter. Holy shit! I knew at that moment Stella wasn’t just teasing. She wanted me to fuck her. And I always give my daughter what she wants! I grabbed her neck and tilted her head upwards. We’d been flirting for weeks now, it felt so natural. “You know I should really punish you for posting such filthy pictures”

I smacked her ass hard. She yelped. Then I gave her a long kiss. We stayed like that for a minute. With one hand I continued to smack her ass cheeks lightly, the other stayed gripped her neck. I pulled away from our kiss. We stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment, our hearts racing. Then I picked Stella up, causing her to squeal, and I carried her straight to the master bedroom.

“I love you Stella” I told her as I laid her down on my bed. We continued to kiss for a few moments. As we kissed I ran my hands over her body. Then I pulled off her bikini. “Stand up for me sweety, daddy wants to look at you” Stella nervously got up and stood next to the bed. Initially she covered her breasts, but I grabbed her arm and yanked it down. She jumped a little. I had always been a gentle presence in her life, I liked how shocked she was to see my aggressive side. “Don’t start getting shy on me now sweetheart. Do a little spin for daddy” Stella nervously turned around. She was even more beautiful than I thought. Thin waist, tight ass, light olive skin with some cute little tan lines.

“Good girl. Now get on your knees for daddy.” Stella nervously obeyed my command.

“Good.now undo my belt.”

“Unzip the jeans. Good. Take out daddy’s cock”

“You ever seen one of these up close before?” Stella shook her head. “Just be gentle, I’ll walk you through it. You’re going to do great.”

My little angel was a Virgin! I could train her to please me just the way I liked. This was getting better and better.

“Put your hand around it, ahh gentle! Ok better. Good. Now stroke it a few times. Mmm ,that feels real nice. Ok now open your mouth real wide, daddys going to slide it in.”

I couldn’t resist with that angelic face looking up at me. I placed my cock in her mouth, grabbed her head and slammed it into my cock. Stella sure wasn’t expecting that! She choked for a second then I let her go. I slapped her cheek hard. She looked up at me with a betrayed look on her face, a few tears now wetting her cheeks. I was going to have to be gentle again.

“It’s ok sweetie you made daddy so happy. Come here.” I pulled Stella up into my lap and held her naked body tight. She rested her head on my shoulder, still crying a little. “Don’t worry you’ll learn to love that.” I kissed her again. After a few minutes of making out she was putty in my hands again. I began to tease her nipples and dance my fingers around her clit. Stella was in a frenzy now. She grabbed my cock and begged for me to put it in her. I stood up and tore my clothes off. I grabbed both her arms and pinned them above her head while positioning myself to enter her. I’ve never felt a wetter pussy.

Let me tell you, entering your daughter for the first time is the single greatest feeling a man could ever have. It was pure ecstasy. Stella told me later she came on the spot, despite the pain. I started with slow deep strokes, still holding her down with one hand, playing with her nipples with my other. Stella was lost in pleasure. I let go of her hands, which she immediately wrapped around me. I grabbed her neck, choking her lightly as I increased the pace. Before long I was jack hammering into my daughter while she moaned. I couldn’t last much longer. I pulled out and launched rope after rope of cum in Stellas open waiting mouth. She collapsed back onto the bed.

“Are you ready for another photoshoot baby?” I grabbed my phone and snapped pictures of Stella’s wrecked body and cum drenched face. “You want daddy to post these sweetheart? Show everyone what a slut you really are?” My parental instincts kicked in. “Come on let’s get you cleaned up.” I took Stella by the hand and led her to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and we both hopped in. We cleaned each other’s bodies and kissed a little more. I became erect again. Stella grabbed at it and giggled “Woo there tiger, no rush, we have all weekend …”