Thread: Family Matters! (Jack Stalker and darkest_fate)

Was Emma eager? Her body screamed a resounding yes even as her head toyed with the answer. She supposed so. Her words certainly hinted it, as did her rampant imagination. Yet she'd wondered if that first meeting hadn't been some sort of strange fluke, if one or both of them would have a strike of conscience that would prevent precisely what they were doing now. It all seemed so delightfully debauched, like something out of medieval Europe. The king fucks the princess, keeps everything in the blood. And who would deny a king even that, should he decide upon it? Air kissed her hot flesh as her dress rolled up, displaying Emma's lewd lower half. She could feel the expensive material bunching around her waist, cinched in place some by the belt that circled her and pinched her already thin waist further into the correct shape. Her trembling legs soon threatened to give out as fingers went to her sex. She felt it teasing lips, sawing against her. Twin wet folds parted, kissing the incoming finger, anointing him with arousal to show that regardless of the mind's decision, the body most certainly appreciated what happened to it. Emma moaned as her father growled debauched words into her ears. Daddy's being so very naughty, she whispered, her own voice raspy with burgeoning want. Teasing his poor little daughter like this, she trembled again, her head lolling back, an almost lazy smile spreading upon her lips before they again joined her father's. They moved. Emma felt the desk bump against her pert rear. The hard wood compressed her body, trapping her. Feet kicked hers apart and she gasped, lips opening further, eyes widening for just a moment. A hand kept working her sex, forcing her to tremble, forcing her to feel bursts of heat regularly emanating from right between her legs. Her eyes shifted, following his movements to the suitcase. Daddy! she protested, nearly squealing as she saw what lay there. The girl had read 50 Shades of Grey , so she knew all about those toys. Her hips rolled at her father's command even as she bit her lip at the sight of them. Daddy brought us such naughty toys to play with, she said, a little fear creeping into her voice. Emma's eyes darted to the various instruments her father had prepared, as her imagination began painting pictures for each of their use. Mmm Daddy, she cooed as he teased her again, as her hand touched his hard cock. Big and hard. And he threatened to tease, threatened and then promised to fire. That last sent a pulse of raw arousal straight to Emma's core. It lit her veins afire as she nearly cooed with delight. The raw power they had, to just change someone's life at a mere dismissal. And what would she be shocked about? She'd be so jealous, purred Emma, letting her hand trail along her father's body while the other squeezed his cock. Because she wouldn't get this big, fat-- Emma paused, noticing her father moving. She let out a little whimper as he touched her nipples. The little pink nubs stood out upon the pale white of Emma's chest, begging for further attention. The fingers felt so delightful, making Emma squirm and writhe. Her breath grew shorter, her pulse racing. Soon they looked like two little peaks, jutting out almost too perfectly. Emma opened her mouth to suggest her father suck, only to end up letting out a gasp as she saw what hr father had in hand. Daddy, what are--owwie! the last word came out as she felt metal biting her skin. Emma flinched, feeling the sharp pain hitting her chest. She waved a hand, almost fanning herself, her eyes welling up at the strange new sensation. It hurt , hurt more than a girl who'd never felt a hard touch against her soft skin could have imagined. I don't like these, Daddy,' she said, realizing that it was half a lie. Because with the pain came a strange throbbing, one that thudded against her chest. The fire in her nipples felt oddly familiar, and again Emma wondered about the books she'd read. She felt her father's cock pulsing, realizing that he'd told her to get ready to fuck. Daddy, can we take these things off, please? They're pinching my little nipples, she gestured her hand at her body again, taking another breath, this one a little ragged. She felt the cum smearing across her palm and actually withdrew her hand. If he were going to punish her, then she would do the same to him. Emma almost considered using her fine nails to pinch her daddy's cock. See how he likes it. Her father kept right on, and Emma pouted all the more deeply as he continued. Her hand did take the condom, and she felt a wicked fire flare up at the thought of putting it on with her mouth. She played with it in her hand while he continued through gritted teeth. His words reached into her core, pulling out another tremble. Emma felt the motion teasing her breasts, jiggling them slightly. Alright, I'll do it, Daddy. Since you're all hard and can't seem to wait another moment, she gave the cock another pat before looking up. She'd already begun sinking to her knees, deft fingers working at the package for the condom. We don't want Daddy to make a mess, do we? He'd fill his sweet little girl's cunny with his hot seed, she gave her lips a lick before ripping open the package. Fingers moved to play with the condom, furling it out. Emma gave the plastic a lick with her tongue before looking up to her father. And Daddy will get these nasty things off my little breasts, right? she shook her chest, feeling the weight again. As if Emma didn't feel the burning, as if some part of her didn't want them there. Still, she didn't want her father to know that. They had to play their game, after all, and she wanted to win at least a few times.