Thread: Never Enough (FatherFigurexLostLamb)

To a stranger's eye, James would appear to be a pillar of the community. He was not rich by any means, was not someone that would draw the attention of jealousy from others for the lavish lifestyle he led, but he provided for his daughter as best as a single dad could and that was good enough for him. A reserved man, an accountant by trade, he ran a small firm in the local business bureau and never felt like he needed to show the ambition to establish some kind of dominance over the area. Instead he led an upper middle class lifestyle that revolved around being a good man and being a good father. The truth though was that no matter how hard he tried to remain a virtuous and good human being, he knew deep down that he was something twisted. Something defiled. There was a cancer inside of James, one that had him looking long and hard at the high school girls that passed by when he dropped his daughter at school. One that had him perusing the internet to stare at the young flesh of cam models in the dead of night, stroking himself off in his downstairs office, trying hard to ignore the terrible longings inside of his soul. That was when he found out that someone else had a secret too. Like always this evening he had gone through his rituals, his normal routines. He had dinner, he had watched a few shows off of Netflix, and he had demurred any real socialization for the night with his kiddo. He claimed he had work to do and for the better part of the evening that was actually true. He did have work to attend to, he had things he needed to take care of, but when the night drew longer he closed the door of his office and he sat down. He got comfortable. Pants came off and were folded neatly to the side, shoes placed nearby, socks tucked inside of them. It left him in his dress shirt, slightly unbuttoned, and his dark grey boxer briefs. Boxer briefs which barely hid the view of a semi-erect cock. He scooted forward, tapping on his laptop to bring up private browsing. And then the search began. He always tried to find one that fit his type, always tried to find one that was petite, dark haired, fair skinned, and cute. One that reminded him in a tiny bit of his young daughter, even though he never connected the two in all honesty. Never really allowed himself to think so. Already with one hand on the mouse he was scrolling through the results, his other hand tracing the outline of his flesh, and then he saw her name...he saw the name and his eyes widened just the tiniest bit. There in the cam capture was a very cute ass, the camgirl name of BrookieBae standing out. Well, that was an interesting thrill to want to see a girl strutting her stuff...one who had the same name as his young lady. His lips pressed together, eyes narrowing as the decision was made. Hell it probably wasn't even her real name right... ...and yet it was. He stared in utter shock. Stared in total denial. No, that couldn't be right. That could not be real. It was not as if he imagined his daughter was an innocent girl, but that she was online and camming? That more than that she was doing it professionally? It was illegal! No matter of course that he hardened fully at the sight of her wriggling ass. He could see her room behind her, he did not have to see her face, he did not have to hear her voice...to know it was her. His Brooke. His features slowly filled with anger, watching the comments of the men, and suddenly he was moving upstairs. His hand catching hold of the door and practically breaking it down, popping any flimsy lock that might have prevented entry...his voice utterly outraged. What the fuck do you think you're doing!