Paper Walls! (Jack Stalker and Naughtyuncle)

[Jack Stalker]

Paper Walls!​

When her parents had decided to divorce, Natalie Porter had decided to stay with her father. She spent a lot of time with him, being his (albeit spoiled) 'little princess' despite the fact that she was now eighteen. She quit her part time job, stayed away from college more than she should and ditched her boyfriend. She slowly realised that she not only wanted to comfort her father emotionally, but she wanted to take her mothers place completely. It was a sin, a depravity and a crime against everything decent and holy in the world... and Natalie didn't care, the truth of it was simple. Natalie wanted to fuck her own father.

She was sick, driven by taboo urges, committed to dreaming about having her own father fuck her open, but she assumed it was just a fantasy, a passing fetish, something she would grow out of. 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 black lace panties stuffed under his pillow. If that was bad, then seeing the lewd secret snaps of herself in the shower was even worse!

Natalie should have found it despicable, but instead it turned her on so much it made her shiver with excitement. Her father might be more than twice her 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. 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. Now he was home again, after a hard day at work. 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 what he was doing. Hearing nothing she frustratedly slid her fingers down inside her sweat pants, running a lone fingertip through the creamy trough of her naked cunt. Her pussy was drenched already, as she squirmed about. She still heard nothing, but this time she wasn't going to listen in silence. This time she was going to finger herself until she orgasmed hard while listening to her father abuse himself.

She started to finger herself frenziedly, pushing herself towards an orgasm faster than ever before, 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 even driving her somewhere, pulling her out of the car, throwing her over the hood. "Daddy... fuck yessss... pull my hair, hurt me you bastard... fuck your own daughter like she was a whore... auuuGGhHH... NnnUNn....AUUNNGGHH!" she spasmed, moaning under her breath, then convulsed on her fingers as heat blossomed out from her sodden gash. It saturated her mound as she came all over her fingers, shuddering as she slowly recovered from the sudden orgasm... not realising that paper thin 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?