Thread: Family Matters! (Jack Stalker and darkest_fate)

Emma's first reaction upon getting the text from her father fell more into the category of how she would've reacted a mere week ago. The pretty brunette felt that flash of irritation that Daddy would bother her right before a big weekend. Naturally she'd been arranging plans with her girlfriends, plans that involved flirting and dancing. A rather impressive party had already been arranged and since Emma couldn't fuck anybody she'd intended to get good and wasted. That had always been one of her daddy's stupid rules. Emma could get drunk, could get high, could stay out all night, and he'd just about roll his eyes and maybe buy her something to help her feel better or at least let her use one of his credit cards. But if he even heard about her doing anything with a boy, he'd blow his top. Which sucked for Emma, as she happened to be absolutely smoking hot with access to enough money to make herself look even hotter. She got personal trainers and dieticians to keep her body svelte and runway ready. Maybe it had something to do do with the Walker name, but Emma had gotten a handful of jobs modeling in the past. People appreciated the milky coloring of her skin, not to mention her fine features and expressive dark eyes. Dark hair fell about her shoulders, forming a near perfect contrast with her usual milky complexion. Naturally the girl had expert stylists to help, not to mention access to top of the line makeup and accessories. She literally had everything she could possibly have wanted to look every inch the hot little strumpet. Monday morning she'd finally found out why. Emma could still picture her daddy as he outlined the terms for her. She was to be his little fuck-pet, ready to spread her legs and let him take her whenever and wherever he'd wanted, or at least so he'd insisted. He'd then proceeded to take her virginity in a manner that would've made most romance novelists blush. Emma could still feel the slight tingling in her pussy, the reminder of daddy's big hard cock plundering her insides and rubbing itself over every inch of that previously uncharted territory. And gawd, was her daddy hot . She'd always thought so, and she'd dealt with friends teasing and flirting for years. Turns out that Daddy had wanted sweet little Emma's tight teen pussy. And yeah, her brother seemed to want in on the action. Emma was a little more bothered about that, but if he was half as good as their father, he probably would fuck her into the ground too. And who cared about stupid little things like rules? They had money they were hot they were so far above the rules it wasn't even funny. Still, Emma did get a little twisting in her tummy when she looked at the message on her phone. Technically it was wrong, fucking your father and all. People would talk, would look down on her. Generally Emma took that Fuck you position, but she did care about her image. That was part of being a Walker after all. Well, nothing in her image said she couldn't dress super hot for a function. Highest heels? She had a pair of Louis Vuitton's that would practically double as a knife. Shortest dress? She'd gotten this daring little yellow number that barely covered the essentially. A sharp viewer could get a shot of her breasts and bending over would have to be done with caution. The lace panties? A pair of daring black ones that Daddy had picked out. She'd cooed over them at the time, but she hadn't realized that daddy had decided to dress his little girl. The case... the case had her curious. She actually tried to open it after she pulled it out, spending a few moments tugging and pulling. Lips pouting, Emma had even gone so far as to start searching for the key, checking some of Daddy's usual spots. After a while, she'd given up, simply carrying it to the car. Per usual, Emma was curt with the driver, curt with the doorman, and slightly flirtatious with the secretary guarding the way to her daddy's office. She'd been here before, and she'd flirted with a few of the staff. It had been sort of fun to watch her daddy glare and to wonder if he handed out office spankings to his naughty employees. Finally, the primped, preening Walker princess practically strutted into her daddy's office. Daddy! she cooed, holding out her hands, the case dangling from one set of expertly manicured nails. I missed you, Daddy! she began closing the distance, beaming and looking as if she had already forgotten about Monday and the events thereof.