Daddy’s Porn Stars - Dornkirk & Menarae

[Dornkirk]

Ben’s night had just gone from bad to worse. One thing Ben knew he wasn’t was a poker player, But he had excepted the invitation in an attempt to get to know the guys. After seven years working with the company they had suddenly transferred him. Another department in another building, Clear across town, They had called it a promotion, But Ben knew that I was just his bosses way of getting rid of him and keeping his own job.

So Ben had joined the guys on there weekly poker night as a team building exercise, And so far he was down $420. At least he wasn’t as bad as Dave, He had been cleaned out, a whole months wages gone in a little over an hour. Now that Dave was out of the game he would not stop talking, And the one thing Dave talked about was women. Or to be more precise Whores, A 50 year old bachelor, Dave spent an abnormal amount of time surfing the web for porn and picking up hookers.

“Hey did I tell you guys about that new site I found last week” he blurted out “Two teenage girls” he carried on his face beaming with pleasure “Not just girls, But twin Sisters. Man I would give my left nut to tap there sweet little asses”.

Of course as soon he mentioned twins all the guys were keen to see just what he was talking about, The game was abandoned much to Ben’s relief as they all relocated to the study and crowded around the computer. Dave jumped into the chair and typed in the web address, In an instant the screen flickered and all the colour drained from Ben’s face.

There on the screen before him, In high definition was a picture of his own daughters. His tow little girls portrayed in smutty outfits. Ben felt his fist clenching as the guys all stared at the screen “Hey we are in luck” Dave said as he clicked through the site “They are going to do a live show in ten minutes”.

None of the guys even noticed as Ben stormed out of the room, Slamming the door behind him Ben raced to his car, Ten minutes those words kept echoing in his head, it would take at least half an hour to get home.

 

[Menarae]

"You got the camera ready?"

Emily adjusted the digital video camera set up beside the computer monitor. "Yup." She hit the record button and then clicked a button on the computer screen. The webcam atop the monitor flicked on, streaming the video live. The digital camera was to save the session for the pay-per-view archive.

Emily took a step back, giving her most sultry smile. "Hi gentlemen," she purred, arching her back a little to thrust her already full breasts forward. She wore a tight cop's outfit, complete with barely-there skirt, belt with handcuffs and baton, and shiny gold badge. She also wore a delicate gold necklace with her name on it. She set the hat on her thick blonde hair. Her green eyes glittered mischeviously. "Just for you, episode four: Cop and Robber. You see...Isabelle's been very, very bad."

She stepped aside, allowing the viewers a glimpse of her identical twin sister, Isabelle, who wore a sexy jailbird costume. The pleated black and white striped skirt didn't quite cover her high, firm ass or the red lace panties beneath. She wore a neckalce like Emily's, except with her own name on it. Isabelle held a plastic toy gun in one hand, the other fisted on her hip. She blew a kiss at the viewers.

Emily winked at the webcam and retrieved her own plastic gun from the computer desk. "Let's catch her."

The girls put on a mock standoff in the basement of the family home, and finally, Isabelle surrendered. Emily muscled her sister into a folding chair a few feet from the camera. She made a show of drawing the handcuffs from her belt and snapping one cuff around Isabelle's wrist. Emily stood behind her sister and leaned down over Isabelle's shoulder. "Well, how should we punish this bad, bad girl?"

A chatbox on the webpage pinged to life. Several suggestions popped up. Emily read them quickly. "Ooh, a spanking, yes." She lifted Isabelle to her feet and turned her around. She bent Isabelle over the chair, ratcheded the empty cuff to the chair, and flipped up Isabelle's skirt. Emily gave her sister a thorough spanking with her plastic baton. Isabelle's pleasured cries and the digital urgings of their viewers urging her on. The textbox pinged with lewd suggestions, telling Emily to spank her harder and harder.

Finally, when her smooth ass was red, Emily twisted Isabelle to sit back down on the chair. She unlocked the cuff around the chair and instead cuffed both of Isabelle's wrists behind her. Still standing behind her chair, Emily reached around and slowly unbuttoned the front of Isabelle's dress. Her 38D breasts were snugly cupped in a red lace bra. Emily reached her hands inside the cups, pinching Isabelle's nipples. "Y'know...I think this one needs more...justice." Isabelle gasped, but she knew what was coming. The girls had discussed exactly how they would proceed.

Emily went off-camera to fetch their favourite toy: a slim g-spot vibrator that slid easily into their virgin pussies. Emily waved the toy for the camera, knowing their viewers would recognize it. The textbox pinged furiously. "Don't worry, gentlemen," she purred. "She's thinking of you."

Behind Isabelle again, Emily reached down and lifted the short skirt. Isabelle parted her legs eagerly, revealing a dark, damp spot on her thong. Emily slowly lifted the underwear aside, exposing Isabelle's slick, smooth pussy. She teased Isabelle's lips with the vibrator's tip until Isabelle moaned. At that, Emily shoved the toy in deep and switched it on.

"I know it's not the same as any one of you," Emily purred, slowly stroking the vibrator in and out of her sister. "But we have very, very good imaginations."

 

[Dornkirk]

Ben drove like he had never drove before, weaving in and out of traffic at almost twice the legal limit, But even that was not going to help there was just no way he could make it home in time to prevent his girls from putting on the live show that was scheduled. He barely even registered the road ahead of him as eyes focused on the clock on the dashboard counting away the minutes.

Finally he pulled up outside his house and flew out of the car, his legs carrying him across the lawn at a dead run. Bursting through the front door he headed straight for the door to the basement. Tearing it open and descending the stairs three at a time, Reaching the bottom he looked across the at the folding chair his eyes bulging at the scene before him.

Both the girls were looking in his direction, with looks of pure terror on there face, They were so shocked by his sudden appearance that they had not even moved, Emily standing there in a smutty imitation of a police uniform her hand was still between Isabelle’s thighs and he could clearly see she had been in the process of fucking Isabelle with some toy or other.

He stood rooted to the spot his eyes locked Isabelle’s exposed 18 year old pussy, it was the ping from the computer that finally tore his attention away from his two girls. Glancing at the computer he saw the light flashing on top of the webcam and dashed across, knocking it of the top of the screen. “What the fuck do you think your are doing” he screamed as he turned to face his daughters his face burning with rage as he took a step towards them.

 

[Menarae]

Emily jumped back, a little shriek escaping her lips. Isabelle whimpered and closed her legs around the toy left in her pussy. She dropped her gaze, blushing furiously.

"Daddy, I...we...um..." Emily stammered. She forced a weak smile. "We were just...having a bit of fun," she murmured, her voice thin.

"We aren't hurting anybody," Isabelle added. "And it's all legal."

"Yeah," Emily continued, getting a little bolder even though she was nervously trying to tug her tiny skirt farther down her thighs. "I mean, we could be out sleeping around with random guys. This's safer." She didn't feel like mentioning that it was making them some serious cash, too. Enough in the first week to buy the digital video camera.

Behind them, the textbox pinged as the viewers protested the sudden loss of the show. The webcam had disconnected from its cables, but the digital camera was still recording.

 

[Dornkirk]

“FUN” Ben screamed “You call fucking your own sister with a dildo FUN”. His face was turning scarlet as his eyes flicked back and forward between his two girls.

The computer pinged again and Ben spun around reading the text within the box, his eyes bulged as he read some of the comments “You think putting on lesbian shows for … “his eyes flicked to the corner of the screen and he read the number of subscribers “For over 9000 men is fun, You think it’s legal” he spun bak around to face his two girls “Incest is illegal”

He looked at Isabelle “So you like to be spanked, do you” he asked “That’s good cause I’m going to tan your hide good” He looked up at Emily “Yours too little lady, Neither of you will be sitting down for a week”.

Looking around the room Ben noticed all the toys and costumes the girls had collected and he shook his head “Do you know what is like to find out from the people I work with that my own daughters are a pair of dykes, I don’t know how I am going to face them in the morning knowing that they have seen you pair going down on each other”.

 

[Menarae]

Emily stiffened. "Daddy, we're not lesbians," she said firmly. "We take turns being dominant and submissive, but we don't touch each other that way." She crossed her arms stubbornly under her breasts, pushing the soft mounds of flesh up even better than her push-up bra did. "It's just hard to spank yourself."

"Yeah, and we faked that oral sex video," Isabelle added. "A bunch of guys were begging us to get each other off, but neither of us really wanted to do it...so we pretended. And it worked. It's our most popular video already."

"But if you look at it really closely, you can tell it's fake." Emily shrugged. "Those guys just don't care to look that closely." She sighed. "Look, Daddy, we're careful. We didn't post any nude pics until we turned eighteen, and then you gave us the webcam, so we decided to do some videos, too. They bring in way more money than still shots. And just think: now you won't have to pay for college for either of us. It's just a business."

 

[Dornkirk]

For a second Ben was relieved, they are not lesbians, they had faked the video. But still the thought of them flaunting there bodies for thousands of guys turned his stomach. To know that guys like Dave were beating themselves off to pictures of his daughters made him sick.

“Oh that’s alright then” he said sarcastically his eyes kept flicking between the two of them Emily standing there with he tits almost popping out of her top and Isabelle sitting there with her skirt hunched up and the top of her slit showing, Not to mention the base of the toy extending from her teenage hole.

Striding across the floor he grabbed Isabelle and pulled her out of the chair, spinning her around he held his hand out to Emily “The key, give me the key to the cuffs” he demanded clicking his fingers impatiently. He snatched it out of Emily’s hand when she held it out for him and quickly unsnapped one of the cuffs from around Isabelle’s wrist.

Instead of releasing the other he grasped Emily’s wrist and snapped the cuff around it, chaining the two girls together. “Since you pair like to play together you can be punished together” he said his voice cold “Now turn around and bend over while I find something with which to stripe your butt’s”.

 

[Menarae]

Isabelle whimpered, Emily scowled, but neither girl obeyed. "What's your problem?" Emily spat.

Isabelle, always the quieter one, gasped and tugged on their cuffed wrists. "Don't, Em!" she whispered, real fear rounding her brown eyes.

"Quiet, Izzie." To their father, Emily continued, "We're adults now. We can decide what we're going to do with our own bodies. And if we want to gouge a bunch of pervy old men of their money, why not? It's better than them looking up kiddie porn." She shrugged. "You gonna spank all the porn stars? I'm sure they'd like it just as much as we will." She stuck out her chin in defiance.

 

[Dornkirk]

Ben Spun around and glared at Emily, “When you are living under your own roof then you can do whatever you wish, But while you are living under mine then you will do as you are told” he took a step forward and grasped hold of the front of Emily’s skimpy top and tugged savagely “And that means no more of these sluttish games ……” he fell silent his eyes bulging as Emily’s tits spilled free and bounced right before his eyes.

Ben felt a stirring in his shorts and he could not bring himself to tear his eyes from the exposed breasts of his own daughter. His mouth opened a couple of time but he could not seem to find any words.

 

[Menarae]

Emily pulled away from her father, crossing her free arm over her chest. A sneer of disgust marred her pretty face. "Jeez, Dad, get a grip," she mumbled, turning away. "C'mon, Izz, there's another key in the desk drawer."

Together, the girls crossed to the desk. While Isabelle rooted around in the drawer looking for the key, Emily checked the website. Most of the guys had gone offline, but a few were hanging around, hopeful. Emily typed in a quick, one-handed message: Sorry guys! Technical difficulties...hopefully up and running again soon. Miss u. Em

 

[Dornkirk]

Ben turned scarlet at Emily’s words, that was exactly what was going through his mind at that very moment, all he could think about was getting to grips with her exposed breasts. Brushing past him the girls headed towards the desk and Ben sighed with relief as he adjusted the semi-hard bulge in his slack. I could not believe he was getting turned on by the sight of his own daughters.

Turning he watched as Emily types a message, looking over her shoulder he read it “You mean you plan to continue” he said his anger growing once again “Fine lets give these guys a show they won’t forget” he grasped hold of the chain separating the handcuffs and pulled both girls away from the desk.

Searching about the floor he found the webcam and set it back on top of the screen. Looking around the basement he noticed a box of his old collage stuff jammed into the corner and smiled as he opened it, right on top was a old hockey mask from the days when he played.

Pulling it on he stepped in front of the cam and reconnected it, “Sorry for the delay gentlemen” he announced “A last minute change in to nights schedule” he stepped aside letting the viewers see both girls now chained together “As you can see my appearance has altered the swing of things, for one night only you guys are in complete control, What ever you guys want to see, Me and the girls will act out for you”.

 

[Menarae]

Emily scoffed, "Well, of course, we..." But the retort died on her lips as she watched her father. "Um, what are you doing?" she hissed before he had the webcam reconnected. But once the connection was re-established, she was more concerned with calculating how this would affect their profits. Their viewers got off imagining they were in the basement, fucking the girls instead of the vibrators. She didn't know how they'd react to another man actually in the room...though she really didn't want to think about what her father was planning. She kept her free arm clamped tightly across her breasts.

Isabelle cowered a little, huddling into Emily's side. She wasn't used to getting into trouble. That was Emily's thing. But she'd seen the look on Ben's face. She, too, could imagine, but really didn't want to, what he had planned.

Much to Emily's surprise, the viewer count started climbing again. The textbox pinged with surprised questions about the newcomer and various lewd suggestions for Ben to choose from.