Thread: Family Matters! (Jack Stalker and darkest_fate)

So in control! Emma nearly cooed, watching her father deftly handle the secretary and his business. Usually that sort of thing bored her she'd seen it time and time again. Except now it had become part of her daddy's whole image, the commanding businessman who still maintained his good looks and sexual stamina. George Walker had it all, right down to a hot to trot just turned eighteen year old for him to fuck. Said eighteen year old brightened at the mention of presents. Emma nearly clapped her hands together, as thrilled as ever to be getting something from her father. The poor thing didn't even think that his present may very well be the throbbing stick of meat within his pants, even if Emma likely wouldn't have minded playing with that toy as well. The bit about missing a function did have Emma pouting slightly she liked being seen by people, after all. Still, she dutifully handed over the case. When Daddy gestured toward the other, Emma turned, taking a step toward it, obviously eager to start looking through the delightfully expensive materials that Daddy had picked out for her. A heavy arm snaked about her waist, making Emma let out a little cry of surprise. She lightly smacked her father's hand, obviously more of a teasing reprimand than a gesture used to get anything like results. Daddy had a hard day, after all. Emma had to pout at the mention of his leaving that would mean a whole weekend by herself. No, apparently it didn't? Her brother that's right, Emma had nearly forgotten about that. Daniel would be fucking Emma throughout most of the weekend. She still wasn't sure how to feel about that she was Daddy's girl, after all, not Daniel's. He was pretty hot though. A hand moved her dress upward, and Emma let out a gasp. She could feel the air of the office kissing her bared thighs, and she knew that her panties had to be showing already. A hand grabbed her neck, moved her back, made Emma squirm. The old part of her, the part that was still Emma Walker, heiress and spoiled rich girl, wanted to whine. You didn't treat pretty girls with money like playthings. Except you did if you were George Walker. Emma felt her knees trembling as his lips descended upon hers. She opened liked a flower before an eager insect, her plump lips parting already. When he didn't initially finish the descent, Emma nearly started pouting. So not fair, teasing her like that! She nodded at his questions both had been in her thoughts. Though she'd wondered if it had simply been a one time thing, if guilt or society had caught up and latched its hooks into Daddy. It had some with Emma. She simply didn't care. The girl let out a throaty moan as Daddy seized her lips. Her already weak knees threatened to give out as she clung to him. One leg moved to wrap about this powerful, virile man. She could feel his hard body pressing against hers, asserting his authority, that overwhelming power and masculinity. Her lips parted too willingly for him, letting him plunder her hot mouth as easily as he desired. Her own tongue flicked up to meet, baring spittle and desire as the invader staked its territory. It drew heat down, that heat spreading throughout Emma's body, warming her to the limb. She whimpered, teeth moving to try and bite and seize lips as her daddy pulled way. Wicked little slut? Maybe, but Daddy had made her that way. She pouted at his teasing words, her hands moving across his chest, marveling in its breadth. Kisses rained again, and she moved her head back, letting him feast upon her flesh. Eyes rolled toward the door, knowing that the curious secretary might poke her head in at any time. Hot kisses kept going and the girl squirmed, wondering about the possibility of an invader. Did Emma want to be seen or not? She felt a hand lifting her panties, teasing against her sex. Daddy would find her hot, the wet starting to gather and moisten the juncture between her thighs. Head moved back, and Emma groaned, eyelids fluttering, as lips descended. So hard, as if Emma needed her father's words for that. Her hand had already begun its descent before Daddy began speaking the command. She needed to touch him, to feel his girth. Expensively manicured fingers lowered to dance upon the pricey cloth, feeling that pulsating rod beneath them. To think that Daddy had always had this hiding just out of sight. How often had it swelled when Emma had teased? When she'd bent over? Paraded around in a tiny swimsuit? She'd been a flirt since boys started noticing and Daddy started getting upset. Had her naughty father started getting aroused by his sexy little daughter since her body had started to curve out? He asked, ordered for her to start stroking. Emma wet her lips, tongue sliding over the plump, well made flesh. You're so big, Daddy, she cooed, sliding her hand over the cock, rubbing it against the fabric. It's so big and I want to see it again, to see if it's really as big as it feels, she gave it a squeeze through the fabric, head lolling back, as I remember , she shuddered, squeezing her thighs together. It had been so hot, that first time. Emma knew she shouldn't enjoy, that she shouldn't want it now. But her father was just so attractive, so sexy, so everything that Emma had ever wanted. She did realize that he'd probably set that up, that he'd likely sculpted his little girl to want men like him, to want him . Emma did care about that, a little. She rolled her palm over his bulging erection, wondering if she should punish Daddy. She pouted up at him, the expression familiar. I love my daddy, she said, giving the cock another squeeze. Her hand went down, moving toward the fastenings of his pants. But Daddy's so mean , she pouted again. He raised his darling daughter to be a naughty little girl! I keep flirting and teasing, she rolled her wrist, working at fastenings, undoing buttons, playing with a zipper, all because daddy wanted his precious princess to be his perfect fucktoy, she bit her lips at the last word, emphasizing each naughty syllable. Her hand dove into his pants, grabbing his cock. The relatively inexperienced girl still couldn't quite believe her father's girth, his size. How his member filled her hand as she closed about it. It made her knees weak. Oooh, she moaned, eyes fluttering for a moment, Daddy raised his little girl to want his big, she gave his cock a squeeze, fat, she pulled at it, shifting through fabric, cock, she dropped the word as she pulled the member free. Her hand began moving, working it, squeezing, teasing. Daddy made me so very naughty, she shivered, then her eyes went to the door. Daddy, her voice shifted, I don't care if Miss Svenson sees. She can be a bitch for all I care, she looked up at her father, a flash of the cold spoiled brat in her eyes. If she says anything about me, Daddy will fire her, right Daddy? she gave the cock a squeeze, pumping at his cock. Years of working her father had given Emma practice, and her inexperience meant she didn't know that she teased a beast with each pull of her new toy.