Daddy Makes A Video

Abbas

It started one night when I was watching TV. Ria, my teenage daughter was sprawled on the expensive pashtun rug in front of me, tired after her classical dance class. She was still wearing her gym wear which hugged her young curves. It really did leave little to my dirty imagination. I suppose that's what happens when you let your daughter go shopping with Rachel, the harlot from upstairs.

As Ria lay on her flank I could see that her breasts were now fully formed and that her bottom filled her Lycra trousers perfectly.

I tried not to look. Forcing my eyes to focus on the TV screen. But I'm a weak-willed man with a beautiful daughter, so they once again slipped south to her fulsome ass.

Ria was growing nicely. No longer just a cute bag of bones. My little Ria has quickly come of womanly age. America had been good to Ria, allowed her to blossom.

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I moved my family to the US because, quite frankly, my country has turned into a shit hole. A dangerous shit hole at that.

A potent concoction of corruption, political Islam and meddling superpowers had driven my homeland into the dirt. Which is a crying shame because, let me tell you, there is plenty to admire about Pakistan. Lake Saiful could easily be heaven on earth. Badshahi Mosque is a masterpiece of artful engineering rarely seen elsewhere, and that's without mentioning the mighty Himalayas.

But the most beautiful thing about Pakistan is, of course. the women. Beautiful, strong willed and more often than not, highly intelligent. But sadly, that's why a lot of men cover their wives and daughters up. Islam doesn't demand it. It's just a way of suppression and at worse, dehumanization. Keep it a man's world. A backward one.

When I married Disha, I never made her wear a niqab, a full veil for those not in the know. When she visited my family she covered her hair under a hijab, but that was just out of respect for my elders. But I'd never make her cover her face. God made Disha beautiful - who am I too keep it to myself.

It's the same for my daughter Ria. And is every bit as beautiful as her mother. Maybe even more so.

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Anyway. Back to to my daughter Ria... and the video.

Ria is now drawing attention from boys. I see it every time we're out. Boys, men, and even the odd lesbian undressing her with their eyes. Wishing to be the first.

The worst thing is, they're not the only one... I do the same

I'd never touch Ria of course. But I do pinch her clothes from the washing basket. Smell them while I jerk off. Only when I'm home alone, or when Disha is busy in the shop and Ria at school

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Choice

1) Order Ria into the shower. so you can play with her underwear.

2) Daddy makes a Video [cont.]