Thread: Family Matters! (Jack Stalker and darkest_fate)

Daddy never naughty? Those words twisted Emma's lips into a sly little smile. As if she were the only one doing dirty things behind closed doors. She could feel his hand going to her ass now. She could feel his thick fingers clutching against her round little butt, the youthful flesh supple and firm. Those twisted lips again parted with a little coo as she felt nails beginning to tease her. Not naughty indeed. Just the mention of her sex's moisture caused Emma to grow wetter. She could hear her father's raspy voice making more promises. So much power they both had it. That aggressive hiss slithered down into Emma, pulling at her, reminding her of what she wanted. It reached into the primal urge within her to find a powerful mate, one that could do what she wanted. How many girls innocently dreamed of their father's? How many dreamed specifically of George Walker? Emma knew at least one of her friends had flushed at the thought of the handsome older man. And now he pawed at her, promising to fuck her, to fuck her and damn all the consequences. Nary a breath, not even room for her to respond beyond flashing dark eyes and her own increasing breath, and her father continued. She pouted, lips swelling and eyes dipping as he insisted that the clamps remained. But they hurt so much Daddy, and right on our favorite parts! she insisted, sliding the words in there. She felt his hands gripping as she lowered, ready to guide her still further. His words fell down upon her, insisting, painting a picture. The girl groaned, her mouth hovering near his pulsating cock. She could smell it, the thick heady aroma filling her with each breath. Emma knew her lips were dangerously close, enough for each outtake of breath to puff hot air against the trembling cock. More, she'd get more of what she wanted and soon. Still, she had to stretch, to prove to her daddy that she wasn't going to simply spread her legs for him. His point did ring true the sooner they fucked, the sooner she'd get the clips off. Except that heat had already started to burn into something other than pain. It distracted Emma, almost to the point where she forgot what she was doing. She frowned as he slapped her hand away, berating her. That's not fair! she insisted, letting out a slight gasp as he lifted her and set her down. She could see his pulsating head, already reaching into the memory of what it would be like plundering her sex. Daddy never let me practice, she gave him a slight smile at that, as if they both didn't know that she hadn't been allowed suitors for what was now quite an obvious reason. Daddy had to keep his little girl all sweet and pure for him, she had to resist the laugh, as if she was ever anything of the kind. She could feel him moving, angling his cock against her sex. Is Daddy going to fuck me? she asked, looking up at him. Daddy! Those panties are really expensive. You should be more careful, she rolled her hips slightly, or you're going to have to buy me all new ones, she nearly trembled at the thought of the wardrobe her father would buy her now. Surely there would be no more protests as she browsed more adult clothing. The thought of sliding something expensive and sexy over her body wet Emma nearly as much as her father's cock. Emma gasped loudly as her father braced. She let out a throaty groan as she shoved his cock within her. She felt her breath hitch as that cock burrowed into her still tight sex. Thin body, still light experience, it all combined to make Emma a tight hole for someone as large as her father. Snug hot walls closed tight about the invader, while muscles squeezed. Emma added further pressure, purposefully milking her father's cock with her sex, knowing she had much to prove. Fingers upon her nipples distracted her, altering the heat back into a sharp pain for several seconds, enough to make Emma gasp, eyes widening. The fingers went to her little nub. Emma let out another noise, a soft yesss, hissing between her mouth. Another pull, both at clamp and at cock, making yelp. The sharp stab of pain into her chest was almost unpleasant, and she felt her eyes watering a bit. Yet her needy sex squeezed and jostled the cock. Fleshy walls rippled about, letting her father feel every inch of her trembling sex. Emma could feel him jutting so deep within her, stretching her body out. Her sex contoured perfectly to him. And why shouldn't it? It had known no other members after all. That tight sex had greeted only one visitor, and that guest had barged in once more. Oh, yes, Daddy, breathed Emma, her voice raspy. You can feel how tight I am for you, right Daddy? she gave her sex another squeeze, nearly giggling. I practiced for you, her hips rolled, undulating, swirling about the cock and feeling it dig into her insides. She opened her mouth for more words only to gasp as a hand again returned to her sex. Eyes stole further speech as he insisted she cum first. Emma greeted his smirk with one of her own. She held silent, well, mostly silent, as he continued, insisting on dominating the conversation as he kept thrusting and shaking them. Like Emma couldn't hear the strain beginning to enter her father's voice. But I thought Daddy wasn't going to be naughty? Emma teased, rolling her hips again, this time raising them slightly, feeling her rear parting the desk for a fraction of space. Because only naughty men would fill a girl up, even if she is her daddy's dirty little whore, Emma wound her arms up, drawing them about her father's neck, her own fingers lacing against him. Lacquered nails played along his neck, gripping as she rode. I think Daddy wants to fill his sexy little daughter with his hot spunk, she nearly spat the last word, letting out a little moan, head lolling back as much as possible, eyelids fluttering. She gave her sex a squeeze as she looked to him again. Daddy wants to spray his daughter's hot little pussy with all his nasty white seed, she rolled and milked him, licking her lips for a moment, don't you Daddy? You want to make your dirty little whore of a daughter all messy, another squeeze. Yes, fuck me daddy, she gave a squeeze, paint my naughty little pussy. Paint it, mm, paint it with your hot stuff, she rolled her hips, thrusting back with some earnest now. She released her father to brace on the table, knowing she'd need it now that she'd further goaded her father. Come on, Daddy. If you're so big and sexy, make your filthy little daughter cum. Cum for me, Daddy. Fill my filthy pussy with your hot seed... she groaned, squeezing the desk now, hips undulating, loving every inch of the sinful delight that poured from her sex.