Father Daughter Masterbation (Common Interests)

James wasn't sure what he'd have said next - thankfully events on screen distracted Belle.

"Oh the Jenners!" she said with a jolt of excitement. "Now these girls are pretty. Whores, sure, but pretty."

James, still off guard by Belle's words, slowly turned to see the two new women on screen.

"That's Kylie, the other one's Kendall." explained Belle.

"Uh huh," James nodded, wondering where she was going, explaining the Kardashians to him.

"What do you think?"

"About them?" he asked, shrugging, "Not much? Do either of them have a sex tape?"

Belle softly laughed and then did something he'd never seen before - she quickly bit her bottom lip in what looked like a flash of desire, for just a moment.

"I know right...I bet they do but it's just not out there. Believe me, I've looked!"

They both laughed at that but James now had many questions and he still felt like he was in unsafe territory. And yet half of him was telling him to plough on. Belle interrupted his train of thought though.

"Which would you do?" she asked. For a second he just looked at her, but her expression was one only of curiosity. There was something else there too though - a need for connection?

"Which would I...?" James repeated, mostly just to buy time.

"Fuck." the word cut through the air. "Out of all of them, which would you fuck?"

Belle spoke as though it was the most normal question in the world and actually, James's first thought was not to react shocked or in any way negatively. He instinctively knew that this was a chance to build a relationship. He wasn't a particularly good father or an expert in what was the done thing as one, but he was fairly sure this wasn't it. And yet this seemed to be crying out as a chance for some greater bond with Belle, in ways he didn't understand.

"I don't think your mum would appreciate..."

Belle rolled her eyes, "Oh come on! You know that's not the question. Look, gun to your head, you have to fuck one of them. Which one?"

"Ooook," James laughed and decided to wind her up, "Well it's going to be hard fucking anyone with a gun to my head..."

"Daaad!" she whined, annoyed that he wasn't taking her seriously.

"Ok ok...if it's that easy, which would you fuck?" he turned the question around. "Gun to you-"

"Kim." she said firmly, stopping him dead. "With a strap on. In her ass."

Silence. James was stopped both by her confidence, then her answer, and then the incredible images it conjured up. For a good few seconds there was nothing and then,

"Oh my god, Dad...please don't tell Mum I said that..."

Now James was really confused. Did she think he was going to be telling her mum - his wife - about any of this conversation? "Of course Belle, of course..."

More silence which he broke this time, "So Kim? In the...ass?"

"I mean...yeah," Belle looked a little defensive, "I just really don't like her. I really like the idea of um, getting pleasure from her? But I...don't like her. And...this sounds so messed up...I don't really want her to enjoy it..."

James understood completely. It was messed up and yet a fantasy he'd had many times. Hearing it enunciated by his step-daughter sent more blood pounding through his head. The idea of her sharing those same dark thoughts was lust inducing. Yet she looked unhappy, unsure. Now his instinct took over completely. This was something he understood.

"So you want to hatefuck her? That makes sense." James reassured her.

"'Hate...fuck'?" she questioned before her eyes went wide and she pressed her hands together in her lap, "Is that a thing?"

"Sure!" he said, "It makes sense. You think she's dumb, you don't respect her or what she stands for. You hate her inane show and her fame - most things about her. That fair?"

Belle nodded, eyes still wide, her hands fidgeting and pressing in her lap.

"But her body, her face...something about her also turns you on?"

"I'm not a lesbian!" Belle protested before more calmly continuing, "I mean...there's nothing wrong with that. I just mean: I like guys. I'm attracted to guys. I just like looking at girls too."

Her hands, seemingly unbeknownst to her, were now rubbing against her crotch. James definitely did notice, watching for a good few seconds as he felt his dick stiffening rapidly. Belle finally noticed where he was looking and her hands stopped.

"I...I guess sometimes I like, you know...touching myself," she continued, "while looking at girls. Or sometimes just thinking about them. It feels...."

She trailed off and looked down, "Is that wrong?"

"No!" James reassured her, before he'd even really thought through the full extent of what she was saying, "That's ok! Masterbation is ok! Fantasies are ok too! Great even!"

Belle immediately perked up, a beaming smile breaking out on her beautiful face, "Really?"

Her hands were now rubbing once more, openly palming her crotch as she spoke to him. _Fuck_ he thought, she now seemed to think masterbating while talking to him was ok too. Not that he was about to stop his teenaged daughter.

"Yeah, of course they are. I fantasise too you know."

For a brief moment Belle glanced down at his crotch before looking back at him. Shit, I'm probably pitching a tent right now thought James. He looked down and his suspicions were confirmed. Looking across, Belle's hands were rubbing more firmly now. He was thinking of how to explain but she stopped him needing to.

"Do you ever think about...", she began and he dreaded what she might ask, "...hatefucking? Do you have that fantasy too?"

She had a frown, either from worry at her fantasies or from the pleasure she was giving herself. Even in her casual clothes, her blonde hair in a rough ponytail, her upper body hidden, she was one of the most glorious sights James had ever seen - rapt face, with perfect features going through a range of expressions, lewdly touching herself in front of her step-father.

"Honestly," James leaned closer, "All the time."

Belle's eyes closed in peaceful acceptance of what he'd said, reassured about her own thoughts. Her hands meanwhile were working faster. James took the opportunity to watch as her fingers were now pressing her leggings into her pussy, outlining the shape of her pussy lips in cloth. His cock was an iron bar, barely hidden under his trousers, harder than he thought it had ever been. This was so wrong but he wasn't about to stop.

"Have you ever..." began a breathless Belle, before opening her eyes again, "...have you ever done it? Actually..." her eyes were glazed over.

"Actually hatefucked someone? Yeah."

Belle gave a small moan at that, biting her lip once more and leaning against the back of the couch. Her head rested close to his shoulder.

"Tell me." she said softly.

James turned towards her, both so he could better speak to her and better watch her. One hand went into her leggings now, the fingers outlined as they could properly pleasure herself. James's shaft strained to get free from its cloth prison, pointing at where it wanted to go: Belle.

"This was a long time ago, long before your mum. I was pretty new to it all and there was this girl, Julia. Incredible..." James cast his mind back and couldn't help but smile. "I was a bit dumb then. Didn't know my own worth. Thought she was so far out of my league. But I was infatuated. Couldn't stop trying until finally, we went out. I went all out on that date, spent money I really shouldn't have - but it worked.

We went out for a while, became boyfriend and girlfriend. I thought I'd won the lottery! Spent like I had too, whatever she wanted. I couldn't worship her enough."

"What did she look like?" asked Belle.

"Pretty. Incredible eyes. And her body...well..." James debated with himself about what he was about to do and then decided. Pulling out his phone, he began looking, scrolling, until:

"There," he showed his daughter. Her eyes went wide and he couldn't help but grin at the reaction.

"Her...her..."

"Her tits," he finished the thought for her and Belle nodded. She looked back at the picture, the wet sound of her finger entering herself over and over filling the silence.

"Did she wear stuff like that..."

"Often? Yeah, all the time. Honestly it hypnotised me, to the point that I couldn't see the obvious - she was a slut."

A whimper escaped Belle's lips as her breathing became heavier. She might have been a feminist but Belle had no interest in challenging his characterisation. It was exactly what she was thinking too.

"Anyway, I kept on hearing rumours about her and dismissing them. I didn't want to believe. Until I saw it for myself..."

"Oh dad," Belle's voice was slightly pitying and he nodded.

"She didn't know I knew. I was too ashamed to challenge her at the time. So I went away. And I got angry. I'd been nothing but the 'perfect' boyfriend to her, treated her like a princess, bought her everything she desired. And this was how she responded. I knew I had to break up with her.

Next time I saw her was at hers. I was all resolved to end things then and there but she was wearing this top like..." James made a cupping gesture "...and as much as I hated her, I wanted to fuck her. Needed to.

Now you've got to understand, up until that point? Sex was on her terms. When she wanted it, which thankfully was pretty often. How she wanted it - with her in charge. I was only ever gentle. Until that day."

"What did you do dad?" asked a wide eyed Belle.

"I grabbed her. Just reached in the top of her dress and," he gestured, groping an invisible woman, "Grabbed her tit. I figured she was offering them so..."

Belle moaned and her fingers moved faster, "What did she say?"

"She asked if I was feeling feisty or something. I think she actually liked the change. I mean I squeezed her tit hard."

Belle gasped a quick "fuck" in response as James continued.

"I said she looked like a slut and she liked that too. But it just made me angrier, her liking it. So I turned her around and marched her to the table, one hand still on her breast. She was laughing but then she was also saying, 'C'mon James we don't have time for this, we're meant to be at the restaurant in 10'. Honestly, the way she thought I wasn't serious, that just riled me up more!

So I get to the table and she's still jabbering on. I've had enough so I..."

He paused. What he was about to say felt like a line, past which their relationship would change. To be fair, Belle had already charged past that line but he needed some coaxing.

"What did you do dad?" a frantic Belle asked, pushing herself onto her knees to lean closer.

His 18-year old step-daughter was inches from him, rapidly fingering herself to his words, begging him to tell the story of when he'd hatefucked a woman. In truth there was very little chance of him not crossing over the arbitrary line he'd set himself. He just needed some artificial reassurance.

"Belle, this is just between us, ok? You can't tell anyone, not your best friends, not your mum...not anyone."

In truth, her mum had already heard this story, while they'd re-enacted it many times in the bedroom. He wasn't worried about her hearing the story, just worried about finding out he'd recounted it to their daughter.

"Of course dad, this is our thing only," she nodded and smiled slightly, "So what did you do?"

He paused, waited until she was completely focused on him, even her fingers slowing to a halt.

"I put my other hand round her throat."

Belle let out a high pitched moan and her fingers restarted in earnest.

"I squeeze just enough that she couldn't speak and I said, 'Shut up you dumb cunt'" - another moan from Belle, her legs trembling - "Julia was pinned between me and the table. She tried to move but then I squeeze down harder and she learned quickly to stay still."

"Ohmygod dad ohmygod," gasped Belle. He was about to watch his step daughter orgasm in front of him.

"One hand on her arm, the other on her head, I bent her over the table."

Belle leaned closer, her head now resting against the couch back and holding more of her weight. She was up on her knees, one hand holding her up, half over his lap, the other never leaving her pussy. She was so close to his aching cock....

"I pressed her cheek against the wood and her arm, I pinned it to her back. She couldn't move." James could see it clear as day now, the memory one he'd often revisited. Belle could see it too.

"She was wearing this short, cock-tease skirt. In that position it just came all the way up. Just a thong on too. I'd never done it before - to anyone - but I just began spanking her."

"yesyes," whispered Belle, "punish that little slut, yes."

"I didn't do it long, but just hard and fast slaps till her ass was red. She begged me no and to stop. It was the best she'd ever sounded. I hated her and I was so...ready. Hard."

"Yes dad, fuckher, fuckher, fuckher," chanted Belle, her pitch become faster, more ragged, higher.

"I unzipped, pulled out my cock..." for a second he considered doing that here and now but then he thought better. This was about sharing fantasies. Now wasn't the time.

"...her thong just pulled aside. She was trembling but she was so wet."

"yesyes, slut slut slut...fuck dad, fuckfuckfuck"

"And then I entered her."

Belle exploded in lust, her body going taut in the tell tale sign of climax, guttural noises escaping her. Her supporting arm buckled and James instinctively held her up, held her as she orgasmed. Her fingers slowed and she shuddered, turning to jelly in his arms. She was breathing so hard and his natural instinct was to protect her, wrap her in his arms.

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When she came to from her brief trip to heaven, she found herself in her father's strong arms, her hair being stroked. She was reminded of when she'd had nightmares as a young girl, and he'd soothed her back to sleep. Everything was alright with the world and the world was alright with her - even with her dark fantasies. She sighed and he shifted slightly, realising she was 'back in the room'. Her hand brushed against the firm shaft in his pants.

"That was fun dad," she said as she moved back a bit, enough to look into his eyes, "Right?"

"You looked like you had a lot of fun baby," he said, using a nickname he hadn't uttered for years, "It was good to see."

She smiled, a slight blush coming to her cheeks, "I'm glad we got to share that. But..." she glanced down, "...you need to finish too."

Oddly, despite her forbidden body being so close to his hard cock, he didn't feel odd acknowledging it now. They could talk about these things. Masterbation, lust, fantasies - these were just matters of fact in the same way the weather was.

"It's ok baby, I can just do it upstairs."

Belle frowned at that, "I...you saw me. You saw me cum. I thought..." she looked like she was getting upset, "I thought this was something we shared dad?"

"It is!" he rushed to assure her, "And it was beautiful. But I'll make a mess and..."

"Can't you do it like I did? Just..." Belle caught him off guard by hooking a finger into his waist band and pulling it up, before grabbing his hand slipping it under, "...do it in there?"

"And ruin my trousers and underwear?" James replied. They both spoke as if the logistics were the only objection to him wanking in front of her. In fact he idly stroked himself, now that his hand was in place.

"My leggings aren't exactly fine," she pointed out but James shook his head, "Not the same. I need something to cum: some tissues, a rag, a sock..."

Belle quickly unwrapped her curled up legs and reached down, pulling one white ankle sock from her feet.

"This ok?"

James took the sock and nodded. He wasn't a foot-fetish guy but there was something sexy about the idea of cumming in Belle's sock. He reached down into his pants and slipped it over the head of his leaking, angry cock, before starting to stroke it in earnest. The feel of the cloth against his sensitive skin was heavenly.

"Ohhhh...perfect!" he cooed, wanking with full strokes next to his daughter. She watched his hand moving under the cloth, fascinated, before looking up, finding his gaze fixed on her. She felt a pang of something in response. Was he...getting off on her?

"Dad you're...why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're really beautiful Belle, you know that?"

She smiled in response, "Thanks dad but you're meant to be wanking now. Do you want to talk some more about what happened with Julia?"

"Sure...in a sec maybe." he continued to stare and stroke, his eyes moving up and down.

"Dad!" protested Belle.

"I'm sorry it's just...men like to look at things to get off," he explained, "Especially beautiful women."

She blushed but wasn't about to let it go, "I'm your daughter! That's wrong!"

Step-daughter he could have said, but emphasising that, now, would only hurt her.

"Isn't hatefucking also wrong? What I did to Julia? What you'd like to do to Kim Kardashian?" he pointed out. She looked stumped at that.

"That...that was just a fantasy. I mean the Kim thing...did you really do that to Julia?"

James nodded and Belle pursed her lips.

"You got off on the story of me raping a woman." pointed out James. She looked up sharply to protest and then realised she couldn't. Technically that was exactly what the experience with Julia had been.

"I...oh god dad I...I know it was wrong."

"Do you hate me then? For doing it?"

"No! No of course not dad. I feel like...I feel like she deserved it?"

James's cock twitched at those words and he began stroking harder, "Really?"

"It's weird but...I'm proud that you did it."

She could hear his breathing get heavier, the effect her words had on him. A lightbulb went on in her head but dare she...?

"I'm proud of you daddy." she ventured and heard him moan, stroking faster. Instinctively she knew that calling him 'daddy' would help, even if it felt weird to her. In fact it felt like some deep part of her was opening up. "I'm proud of you for raping that slut."

"Oh fuck," he gasped, "What would you have done? If you'd been there?"

In her imagination she was and, despite her recent cum she felt horny again. There was Julia, bent in half, obsenely displayed. Her large breasts were mashed against the table. Her face, scared, looking sideways at Belle.

Her father looked so strong and powerful, one hand pinning the big-titted bitch in place, the other gripping her hip as he penetrated her, again and again. Belle's first thought was to help restrain Julia but no, he had that covered. He didn't need his daughter's strength.

"I'd want to stand next to you and watch." she said over the sound of his wet fapping, "I'd want to see you punish her with your cock."

"Oh yes baby," moaned James, approaching a long over due climax, "Watch me fuck this little whore!"

Belle leaned in close, next to her father's face. His eyes were closed as he imagined the three of them, but she knew he could see her clear as day, next to him, in front of that table.

"Fuck her daddy! Give that cunt what she deserves! Rape that bitch!"

It was too much for James and he came hard into his little girl's sock, moaning unintelligible words that dissolved into a series of "Oh yes baby"s. The sock could barely contain the load after load of hot jism he pumped into it as he slumped back. Spurt after spurt was coaxed out by his slowing hand and his daughter's soft words in his ear: "That's it daddy, cum!"