Paper Walls! (Jack Stalker and Sparhawk)

[Jack Stalker]

PAPER WALLS!​

When her parents had decided to divorce, Natalie had decided to stay with her father. It was only sensible. She loved her father more than she'd ever loved her mother, and after seeing her cheat on him and leave them both... it filled her both with hatred for the whore who'd birthed her and more sympathy for her poor father. That's why she spent a lot of time with him. That's why she quit her part time job. That's why she stayed away from college so much. That's why she ditched her boyfriend and made up some bullshit about purity rings and waiting for that special one.

It was because she wanted to not only console him... but to take her mothers place. Even though it was a sin, a depravity and a crime against everything decent and holy in the world...

...she wanted to fuck her own father.

She was sick, a deviant. She was twisted by incestuous desire, driven by taboo urges and committed to dreaming about having her own father fuck her open and plunder her depths. It was a warped existence, but it was one she had to accept would only ever exist in her imagination. Her father was a decent man, an upstanding citizen, a man without reproach... he would never sink to the depraved depths of fucking his own daughter.

Which was why thinking about it made her so fucking wet. The things she wanted him to do to her, she didn't even know if he was capable of them. She just knew she was a sick young girl.

But everything changed when she sneaked into his room a few days ago while he was out, telling herself it was just idle curiosity. She saw the pictures of her that he had collected on his computer, transferred from his phone, she'd also found a missing pair of her string bikini bottoms and some white lace panties stuffed under his pillow. If that was bad, then seeing the snaps of herself that he had secretly taken of her in the shower? That was even worse! It was sick! He was obsessed with her, his own daughter... it must have started when her mother had left him! He was a deviant, he was a sick twisted old fuck who jerked off to his own flesh and blood, no doubt thinking about her like she was a piece of meat. He must have fantasied about fucking her almost every day, thinking about breaching taboos, about throwing aside decency, ethics and principles laid down by society... all in order to fuck his own little girl.

Natalie should have found it despicable, but instead it turned her on so much it made her shiver with excitement. Her father might be twice her twenty something years, but he was a real catch in her eyes. All she could think about, after discovering his lust for her, was him sinking his cock into her tight holes and defiling her young fragile frame. She wanted him to fuck her brains out, her own father, she was as sick as he was... and that turned her on more than anything else had in her life. She wanted her father so badly now, wanted him inside her, wanted to feel his hot cum in her pussy, in her mouth, dripping down her body from her small perky tits. She wanted him to ruin her for any other man. She knew it was wrong, evil, depraved... and that just made her soak and touch herself. Her wicked and depraved urges and impulses were taking over her life now, that's why she'd quit her job, given up her boyfriend, all to be closer to her father. Why look anywhere else for satisfaction... everything she wanted was right here in what remained of her family home. She wanted to be closer to him, to make up for the departure of her mother... maybe now she would be able to replace her entirely, make her father happy in every way possible. Fuck him the way her mother never could... take whatever he wanted to throw at her.

She'd been listening to him for a while now, every day since finding the evidence that pointed to him being obsessed by incestuous urges. She knew what he was doing in his room at night and it had slowly driven her mad, gnawing away at the few remaining shreds of decency she had left... until she was no more than an incestuous whore in the making, an incest loving slut who would willingly fuck her own father and like it! It was a new reality she loved and embraced.

Now he was back again, in his room after returning from work that day.

She let the magazine she was reading in bed slowly slip from her fingers as she gradually turned to press her ear against the wall behind her headboard. She could barely think straight as she strained to pick up the sounds of him beginning to jerk off... but this evening there was nothing she could hear so far. Anxious and slightly annoyed by the silence, she slid her fingers down inside her sweat pants, running a lone fingertip through the creamy trough of her cunt. Her pussy was drenched already, as she squirmed in her bed thinking about him. He hadn't started yet, at least she didn't think so... and she wasn't going to wait, not this time. This time she wasn't going to wait and listen in silence. This time she was going to finger herself until she creamed, this time she was going to come, come hard while listening to him abuse himself.

Nothing came though, was he even in there? She started to finger herself frenziedly, pushing herself towards an orgasm faster than ever, her eyes closed as she thought about him pulling her hair, bending her over the couch, forcing her up against a wall in the hall, or driving her somewhere, pulling her out of the car, throwing her over the hood and... and... "Daddy... fuck yessss... pull my hair, hurt me you bastard... fuck your own daughter like she was a whor... auuuhHH... NnnUNn....AUUNNGGHH!" she spasmed, convulsing on her fingers as heat blossomed out from her cunny, saturating her mound as she came all over her fingers. She shivered, shuddering as she slowly recovered from the sudden orgasm...

...not realising that paper walls worked both ways.

Her heart leapt into her throat, was that a sound from his room? She shifted up, pressing her ear to the wall... was he about to start his nightly routine? Had she been early? Was he about to start jerking off so hard that it drove her to go next door and confront him? Or was he about to enter her room from the hall... and catch her, literally, with her pants down, ear against the wall, still stroking her fingers through the sopping mess she'd made between her legs?