A Father's Love (Google x Sweet)

Riley had a difficult day. Not that her school work was particularly difficult, or anyone in particular had been hassling her. It was more of an issue with pent-up frustration and a desire for intimacy. At the age of seventeen and attending a girls only private school, her social circles were extremely... limited. Of course there were countless classmates experimenting with each other, and she'd even thought of the possibility of trying herself. But women just didn't quite work for her. For the most part, her experiences with them had been rather catty and passive-aggressive, which didn't really make for an attractive option of sexuality.

An anxious sigh was released as she sat in the passenger seat next to her best friend, Alex. Every day after school they would hang out for a few hours at either a coffee shop or book store and gawk at boys, all of which were admired and earned soft giggles and hushed remarks. Today, though, was different. For once, Riley was hoping to get home long before her Father and enjoy a bit of personal time. The drive was short and Alex dropped her off at lengthy drive way. "Really, I just have to catch up on that English paper. I swear I'm not mad at you!" Alex only rolled her eyes and moodily drove off. Riley shrugged before turning and walking to the front door, which was unlocked with a key and closed behind her.

Their house was grand and spacious. An attractive patio and pool in the back, a large four car garage in the front. And in between remained expensively furnished rooms and amenities. Without bothering to even call out, the girl made her way up the over sized staircase and headed directly to her room. She shut her door, threw her backpack on the floor, and immediately grabbed for her laptop. Sitting at the foot of her bed, she began to hastily browse through social media before taking a pause. Looking away from the screen and at her door, she pondered for a moment before grabbing a slim pair of ear buds from her night stand and plugging them in.

Standing, she kicked off her shoes and tugged her uniform skirt down, thankful to remove the heavy material from her shapely hips. Slender fingers grabbed at the hem of her polo and tugged it over her head before adding it to the pile. For a moment she glanced at herself in the full length mirror at her wall. Her curves had definitely developed. Finally, she had a waist that was worth measuring and curves that could properly fill out a bikini. Her breasts had grown significantly this year, filling B-cups and she'd soon be graduating to C's. She loved the way the cheeks of her rear had swelled. Even her uniform couldn't hide it any longer. Comfortable in her lacy bra and underwear, she sat once more and placed her computer over her firm thighs.

It hardly took her three minutes to find a website with more mature themes, and after browsing through several explicit titles, she'd settled on an old favorite. The acting wasn't great, but it didn't matter. She always skipped the first parts anyways. It wasn't until the woman in the video was being tied up and begging for more that she'd start to pay any real attention. Riley didn't know why, but the way she seemed to crave whatever spankings and slaps that the man in the video offered simply intrigued her. She placed the computer on her pillows at the head of the bed and sat on her knees, observing with blatant interest. With her back to the door and the ear buds slipped on, she was able to focus without distraction.

The sight of the woman in the video being forced to bend over and beg for more had her swallowing a lump in her throat before her fingers began to wander. They were timid at first, slowly unclasping her bra and releasing her breasts before fingertips flicked gently at her nipples. Her body was tight and pale, marked only by the freckles which randomly speckled over her curves. Her palms pressed to her soft globes, massaging tenderly at her flesh as thumbs and index fingers tactfully rolled her sensitive buds. Finally, as the woman in the video received a spanking, a low moan passed from Riley's lips. Fully invested in herself, it would now require quite a bit of noise to distract her from her task.

For Dominic Sinclaire it had not been a particularly difficult day at the office, though to be fair his job was not particular these days. Gone were the long nights when he had gotten home from work only to stare at a computer screen and crunch numbers, trying to figure out which was the market was going to turn, in the past few years he had reached a level at the firm that kept him from having to do much more then supervise the brokers and analysts, occasionally taking in a perspective client out to lunch in order to help ensure the deal was placed. This day in particular had ended early because of a power outage in the city that had brought down the lights and computers in the area where he worked and after finding out it could be hours until it was all fixed he had called it a day, heading home early. He figured that he could hit the home gym for a little while and then maybe he and Riley could go out for the night, ever since her mother had left them both a few years before he had tried to make time as often as possible to spend with his only child.

He arrived perhaps a half hour before she normally got home from school, knowing she would get home a little sooner if he got her a car and he was certainly planning on it but he hadn't found a car that he felt was right for her just yet. Immediately after getting home, car parked in the garage, Dominic was quick to strip off the slacks and collared shirt that he wore at work and slip into some under armor and basketball shorts. The spare bedroom was his next stop, slipping in his earbuds and starting off with his daily work out, as a man approaching forty he had to work all the harder to remain in shape these days.

The workout wasn't particularly long but it was difficult enough that he lost himself in the rhythm of the exercise, not noticing the front door opening and closing, not noticing the footsteps of his daughter as she made her way up the stairs, practically oblivious to it all. It was only when his phone began to vibrate, the forty minute alarm to help keep track of his workout going off, that he relaxed and stretched to ease his sore muscles. Riley was probably home at this point, no doubt caught up in her homework as she was working about as hard as he thought was possible for a girl her age to work in school, sure he was proud but that conflicted, worried that she wasn't having enough fun... there would be time to work later on but she was still young.


Making his way from the gym room he made his way out into the hall and saw that her door was open, the idea occurred to him that he should encourage her to take a break from the work and maybe they would go to a movie or something... a little time together was important. With a smile and using a towel to wipe the sweat from his face he made his way to her open door only to freeze just inside of it, his daughter topless in only a pair of lacy panties, rubbing herself and...

He almost walked away right then and there, she hadn't seen him and there was no reason she should catch him watching her like this but then something made him stop in place, what she was watching on her computer, it was some pretty hardcore bdsm porn, male domination, themes of abuse... how could?

Had she discovered what her father liked to do with the women he went out with, had she made her way into the room in the basement that was off limits? What could have sparked this interest?

The spanking continued between the pair on her screen. Even once she was gagged that hardly seemed enough to keep the woman under control. In fact, further restraints only seemed to rile the actress up even more. Riley was growing undeniably excited; nipples firm and breaths becoming shallow. She pinched harder, stinging her sensitive skin as teeth bit at her lips in an attempt to avoid whining too loudly.

No, Riley had never bothered to go snooping around the basement. There wasn't anything interesting down there even with a fully stocked pool table begging for some attention. If she wanted to play pool, she'd sneak into the local billiard club that let underage girls in to attract a crowd. She'd merely grown an interest through casual browsing, but she'd obviously never acted upon her tastes before. Sexual preferences never came up in conversation with Alex mostly due to the fact that they didn't make out.

The video had progressed to one of her favorite sections. After each spank the woman thanked him in a gratuitous fashion before earning another. Thank you, big daddy, thank you! She bounced about with glee, as if each smack brought her closer to heaven. It didn't take Riley long at all to fully place herself in the woman's position. Leaning forward, her shoulders pressed against the pillows as she rest her cheek against the soft fabric as well. This allowed her firm ass to lift up while her hands hastily tugged at her underwear, leaving it clinging in a useless fashion about her thighs. Without any knowledge of her Father's presence, he now had an unbelievably remarkable show of his daughter's wet and well-trimmed pussy.

Her slender fingers went to work. Gliding effortlessly along her moistened lips, she bucked a few times as her thumb grazed along her desperate clit. The pleasure was undeniable. Her face grew hot and her muscles tightened, shallow breaths taken as her body began to react to the various stimuli. The woman was begging with glee, and each blow she earned seemed to affect her just as well.

"Yes, Daddy.. Yes..." Riley whined out gently, hips rocking firmly against her hand as she focused her efforts over her engorged clit. The sounds of her fingers coated in her juices began to rise from her efforts, though none of it was noticed due to her headphones. The girl relished the pleasure she could place herself under. Whenever she desired a boy to kiss or a stranger to fondle, at least the girl knew she could rely on herself at the end of a long day.

As the video climaxed, so did she. The woman came at the gentlest of touches from all of the previous roughhousing, and Riley followed suit by rocking her sensitive nub between her index and ring finger, the middle used as a direct method of pressure and friction. Her body quivered with ecstasy, hapless whimpers and whines muffled into the pillows as her toes curled. Slender body went limp as she fell flat upon her mattress, muscles released of tension with her desires temporarily sated.

After a few deep breaths a final sigh was released before she pulled the ear buds out and blindly shut her laptop. Her arms lay limp at her sides, the girl content to listlessly lounge before the necessity to wash and get dressed arrived. Why did anyone do drugs? Couldn't they just have sex all the time?

He shouldn't have watched her, that much was clear to Dominic the moment he found his feet rooted in spot, as if he couldn't move though he suspected that he could have if he really forced himself too. The scene before him a was about as erotic as they came, even if his own daughter was the star of it he couldn't help but watch him, his sizeable cock growing hard in his gym shorts and making a rather obvious bulge that would be seen the instant she turned around, if she turned around.

Her panties dropped and so did his jaw, how long had she been shaving down there, how long had she been doing this? She seemed to know just where to touch and what she was up to but this was... Without even realising it Dominic lowered one of his hands to the front of his shorts and started to slowly stroke himself to the scene before him, imagining sneaking up behind her... It wouldn't be hard, he could just take her. In that position he could be inside of her pussy within moments and they could both enjoy more then just simple masturbation.

He had to shake his head to clear away those thoughts but didn't stop watching her, couldn't stop watching her. In all honesty she resembled her mother, only far more beautiful. The bitch might have left them but that didn't make her any less beautiful and somehow when he hadn't noticed Riley had grown from a child into a young woman, when had that happened? When had she grown into someone that could draw lust from her own father?

He heard her call out, she was close and though he knew he should move Dominic kept watching until she reached climax and went limp on the bed. Then he found himself able to step away, quickly stepping back from her room and back into the home gym to catch his breath and regain control of his thoughts. He was breathing heavily, mind racing... No idea what to do.

After a few minutes though he settled on an idea, he would pretend he hadn't seen it, say nothing, ignore it all... That was the only way forward.

Another deep breath, putting a smile on his face, unable to make his hard cock soften so he would need to just go forward anyway. Stepping from the room again he called out loudly, loud enough to make sure she heard. "Hey Riley, you home yet?" He called out with a smile on his face, slowly making his way towards her room. "I thought we might do a movie or something tonight, what do you think?"

Several minutes passed before she was jolted into action by something she hadn't quite expected; her father's voice ringing down the hall. Immediately rolling off the mattress and landing on her feet, Riley took a few wobbly steps before quickly sliding behind the safety of her private bathroom's door. Almost every bedroom in the house had one. His offer to take her out immediately earned a teenager's sigh, but at least it wasn't Saturday. If anyone did see her out with him, at least they wouldn't be worth worrying about.

"Yeah, Dad. That sounds okay," she spoke loudly from the bathroom, her voice reverberating off the tile to reveal her position. "I was just going to shower real quick, though. We had gym outside today and it was hot." It certainly was hot.

She paused briefly to listen for anything else he had to say before turning the golden knob and immersing herself in water. The shower itself was elegant; lined with expensive tiles and two separate shower heads. One stuck out straight down from the ceiling, replicating the sensation of rain while the second was attached to a hose for adjustability and ease of control. It had also been used for much more intimate purposes before. Rather than a curtain, large glass doors caught any stray droplets. It was hardly private, but it wasn't as though she shared it with anyone.

A quick rinse was all she needed. She secured her lengthy tresses with a loose braid before wrapping herself in a towel and peeking into her bedroom. Better safe than sorry. She paused to reflect on how close of a call both of their timing had been. If she'd taken much longer, she wouldn't have even heard him talking at her door. The thought alone earned a blush, though it slowly died down once preoccupied with finding an outfit that was appropriate for the occasion. She loved this dress. It hugged every curve of her torso but still managed to keep her modest. She applied some eyeliner and mascara, grabbed her purse, then headed out of her bedroom.

"Dad!" She called out loudly, unsure of his location. "Where are we eating dinner?" His answer would determine whether or not she asked for popcorn. She made her way down to the first floor, entering the kitchen that was fully equipped to serve a family of eight on a daily basis, but was hardly touched aside from the toaster. The counters were marble, and nearly any appliance anyone could desire was either displayed proudly through the glass-paned cabinets or rest elegantly at the counter top.