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[Pink.]

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[Father Figure]

Good men only exist a woman breaks their heart. That’s what most men tell themselves after someone comes along and rips it to shreds, when some spark within them is fanned and misogyny gains a foothold in their soul. Men could try to ignore that newfound voice, try to keep from listening to it, but they heard it all the same. When they see someone driving like a dipshit? Woman. When they see a gym thot showing her ass off during a workout? Slut. When they post a thirst trap on Instagram? Whore. And the litany continued. And William Foster might have wanted to believe himself a different kind of man, but after his wife of fifteen years up and left him for another man he started to hear that voice too. But he was not the only one who might be hearing voices, and not the only one betrayed. Because at least there was a brief spot in his life, a woman he knew he could trust, because he had raised her. Liling An, his twenty-year-old stepdaughter. It had been four years since her mother had left them, four years since he had picked her up from high school and come home to find all her mother’s belongings packed and gone, with a simple message that she had found another man and had to follow her heart. Pure selfishness, a selfishness that William Foster did not share in. However he might feel about women, he would never treat Liling as anything other than near and dear to his heart. Or at least, that’s what he told himself. Like all men. And the years passed. Liling got her driver’s license early and started doing internship work locally, and her father encouraged her. Liling grew up and graduated and he could not have been prouder. Liling got accepted into the college of her dreams, even getting an academic scholarship, and William could not have been more pleased. His little girl was on her way, successful and sure to have a bright future. And what did William do with his time, this rather handsome middle-aged divorcee who could have had any woman that he wanted? Strangely it was not date. No, William was certainly once burnt twice shy, no matter how much confidence he might have had. In truth he was more of a cliché than anything else, spending his time going to the gym and becoming serious about working out while spending copious amounts of time on various hobbies. Distraction is how he thrived outside of work, never really allowing himself to think about the past. To think about the woman that he had loved, and how deeply he hated her for what she had done to him. To think about how she felt against his body, and how much he despised her for making him want that again. But – life went on, and so it did. It was mid-summer and Liling had come home from college, taking her summer break, and as was typical for a Monday he had gone out to jog before returning home, showering, eating some breakfast, grabbing coffee, and leaving for work. His professional career was an intense one at the city’s largest accounting firm where he had become a full-time partner six years ago, but the rewards were exactly what you would have imagined it to be. An upscale house in the middle of a well to do suburbia, much too large for the single man and his daughter, but that would hardly change his opinion on whether to keep sell or not. Regardless of the current housing market. It also came with all the ostentatious accessories, well appointed interior, every conceivable luxury, heated swimming pool, and hot tub for the winter months. Mr. Foster was the envy of many a man and he knew it, and the dream of many women. Not that he cared. Though he doubted any of them would feel jealousy as a text rang on his work phone alerting him to a crucial file needed for a meeting later that evening. A file that was currently sitting on his desk at home. With a groan he maneuvered his SUV through the tide of rush hour traffic so that he could take the first off ramp and make a 180 to turn around and head home. This was not how he wanted his Monday to begin.​

 

[Pink.]

Liling would figure out how to tell her father the truth– a version of it anyway– eventually. She still had a month and a half until he was expecting her to hop on a plane back to California. His Stanford girl, decked out in cardinal and white, fulfilling the potential he'd worked so hard for her to realize after her mother left. She hadn't wanted to disappoint him, Hell– she'd thought being a biologist was her dream, too– but when she got there she hated every second of it. Liling pushed through that first year, grit her teeth and bore the frustrations and exhaustion until she felt like a shell of who she used to be. That first summer break home she did her best to put up the front, to be that daughter he expected her to be, but it nearly broke her. The first week of sophomore year she didn't want to leave her bed, the depression was paralyzing– –but then she found something that made her feel alive. She didn't really remember what it was that had started her down this path, but she was grateful she had. At twenty years old, Liling was a new woman. Confident, happy… she felt powerful. Men and women showered her with attention and praise, poured tips and gifts into her account… She could support herself now, live wherever she wanted, do whatever she wanted. She was emboldened in a way she never anticipated in her wildest dreams. There was only one person that she kept appearances for, but he wasn't home right now. "Mmm, you like that?" she purred at the laptop, shivering as the vibrations of the wand glided over the slick, swollen pink lips of her bald pussy. On the screen of her laptop, a rolling deluge of comments and emojis were accompanied by the cha-ching! of tips being deposited by her subscribers into her account beside the mirrored image picked up by her webcam. Beneath the heavy sweep of her mink lashes, her dark cocoa eyes glowed like hot coals. She could feel the deep, rolling waves of pleasure growing and building as they churned deep in her belly. The flesh of her nipples sensitive as they tightened around the bars she'd adorned herself with last year, her thighs beginning to quiver as her head fell back with a lascivious moan. "Ohhh, fuck… yes, baby, just like that–" Her hips lifted, her weight supported by her heels hooked on the hot tub's ledge and her free arm anchored behind her, the other grinding the toy harder against her needy cunt. She was so close– "–God, yes! Ooooh, fuck, I'm so close–" The orgasm was right there, the cliff's edge starting to crumble beneath her, when her eyes opened just enough to see a familiar and enraged face in the doorway. The vibe dropped from her hands as she jerked upright in surprise, her shock palpable as she scrambled to slam shut her laptop, hide her toy, hide herself, anything and everything to maintain the secret that was already laid bare before him. Literally. "Dad! Oh my god!"​

 

[Father Figure]

Sometimes you are just blindsided in life but that was an experience that the older man had become accustomed to. Just like any man he had experienced his fair share of them. Coming in to work and finding out he was being let go in the cut throat environment of accounting firms engaged in downsizing, being hit on the road by a driver plowing through a stop sign, or bombing the accounting exam the first time when he had studied so damned hard to pass he had nearly become a nervous wreck. None of it had come close to the day he had come home with his beautiful daughter to find her mother gone. That was of course until today, when he came home unexpectedly, and found a young woman he had never once glanced at in a sexual light baring herself out in the open of his backyard, spread wide and masturbating for some perverts online. In plain view of anyone who might stumble across her, though the only one who had done so was the man that had taken it upon himself to raise her. The man who had loved her since her earliest years. Liling was projecting emotions unto him though. Her father had not yet found his way towards rage. There was no doubt as to his shock as he stood there, separated by the glass doors that led out onto the patio of his backyard. His home was in such a well to do neighborhood that there was no relevant fencing around the yard itself, instead a small, wooded area provided privacy that the young woman was using to her advantage. But from his positioning in the living room, he could see everything, standing near the transparent glass, his tall frame captured perfectly as his mouth opened in the look of a man who was standing in some surreal daydream. A daydream fast becoming a nightmare. His mouth hung open, as if he were uncertain of what he was seeing as realization began to settle into his handsome features, his head tilting to the side in puzzlement. Everything felt like slow motion as Liling quickly slammed her legs closed and then subsequently her laptop. The surreal dream shattered completely, and everything came rushing to the forefront of William's face, suffusing with blood as his teeth clenched shut and his jawline tightened with ferocious intensity. That was rage, there, and the side of his lip rose in a snarl as he hissed in a whispered scream. "You vile little whore!" A hand came out to the glass, sliding it to the side so he could step out with her, his eyes wide and taking in the sight of her there. Nude, vulnerable, stunning, and he hated her for it. In that moment he did not see her, not really, he saw his ex-wife. He saw a slut, a woman using her body to get what she needed in life, and most of all using him. Defiling his home with her depraved behavior. His voice hitched, uncertain if it was going to crack when he spoke again, and when it came out there was a menace deep within that Liling had never heard in the tenor of her Father's loving words. "How, fucking, DARE YOU."​

 

[Pink.]

Liling sat there, her heart stuttering in her chest, eyes brimming with tears and chin dimpling; pinned under the weight of her father's glare. She had never seen him like this. Not even when Mom had left. With her thighs clenched together, one hand over her sex and the other crossed over her breasts, she started to shake her head in disbelief. This couldn't be happening, this wasn't how any of this was supposed to play out. "Dad… please–" Her plea was cut off by the bone-rattling bass of his voice, causing her to wince in response and flinch as if he had thrown something physical at her. "Please, let me explain!" He was already shaking his head at her, turning his shoulders away and storming back into the interior of their home– nothing but disappointment, anger and betrayal in his glare. Liling felt like she'd been doused in gasoline while holding a lit match– all she had to do was drop the stick and she'd go up in flames and none of this would matter anymore. But it did matter, and Liling didn't want to lose any of it. "DAD!" William had already disappeared from the doorway, forcing Liling to chase after him. "Just listen to me! It's not a big deal!" She was just behind him, reaching her hand out to grasp his arm and try and force him to stop and give her a moment to just explain herself. ​

 

[Father Figure]

Touching his arm was a mistake. Her father whipped around like a snake preparing itself, coiled and ready to strike. There was no amount of protestation, no amount of begging, which would elicit consideration from the man who she saw standing there. Was he even the same man she had seen the day before? Possibly, possibly he was underneath that veneer of contained rage, but if so, he was ingeniously hidden. He certainly was not the man who had shown her comfort and security, who was the steady foundation of her life, a man who had so arduously worked for her betterment and wellbeing. That man was nowhere to be found. No, William Foster stood there with his muscles bunched, the strong shoulders seemingly outlined beneath his dress shirt, a reminder of how muscular her father truly was. The muscles beneath his jawline twitched as his teeth remained clenched, barely opening his mouth as he hissed his words of condemnation at her. Where was the dignified loving man that had kissed her goodnight when she was younger? Where was the supportive father who had hugged her when he dropped her off at college? Why did it seem like he no longer viewed her the same way and how could she ever get it back? And for him, there was no going back, because when he whipped around towards her it broke whatever personal space they had and put him a hairsbreadth away from her. And she was completely nude. Worse it was like he could smell her arousal, permeating the air, the scent of her sweet young cunt. It changed the dynamic between them instantly, a tension that came crashing down upon them as William grabbed her wrist and jerked her hand off of his arm, but he did not let go of her, instead those fingers wrapping around her slender bones and holding her tight. His eyes broke contact with hers, looking down at her slender body, surprised at the exquisite nature of it, feeling how good it was to be so close to her. Remembering how good it had been to be so close to her mother, to touch her, to feel her body pressing close… …he let go of her in disgust. He felt a stirring in his loins, and he hated himself for it. It sickened him to think that he might be getting hard. His voice seethed when he finally spoke. "I can't do this. You need to leave. Pack your shit. This isn't your home anymore."​

 

[Pink.]

Liling was desperate to make him understand, to get him to listen– but he was looking down at her, standing so close she could feel his body heat radiating off of him, making her suddenly so aware of how naked she was… indent... how sensitive she was… indentindent... how close she had been… indentindentindent... how close she still was… He snarled contempt beneath his breath, stinging her with the acidic vitriol and making her eyes water. She pursed her lips together in an attempt to fight the tremble in her chin as she started to beg. "Plea–" In a flash his fist coiled around her forearm and wrenched her hand away from his shirt, his fingers digging into the tendon beneath her wrist until her hand coiled– the discomfort causing her to suck in a sharp breath through her teeth. Shame twisted her belly in a knot as her wetness started to trickle down her thighs, encouraged by the white-hot drag of his glare over her body. When Liling was fifteen years old, she'd been at her friend Stephanie's house for a sleepover. They had snuck sweet wine from her mother's stash and stowed away in her old treehouse to drink and spill their deepest, darkest secrets. Steph had confessed she had a crush on Liling's dad and thought about him when she touched herself at night. At first she'd been horrified, but as her friend continued to describe the aspects of William she found attractive and the things she imagined him doing to her, Liling had become aroused. She hadn't said anything then, she never told anyone about the thoughts that would occasionally spring into her mind after that. The wet dreams and fantasies that would surprise her even to this day… because it was wrong. He was her dad. He adopted her. Officially, legally, he was her father. Sure, she had memories of what life was like when it was just her and her mom in that shitty condo above the laundromat, he hadn't always been there and he wasn't her biological father, but he'd stepped up and beyond, and he'd done so without hesitation. Liling fell in-love with him, fell in-love with having a consistent, reliable father figure in her life. She fell in-love with the stability, with the safety… "Daddy–" –I can't do this. You need to leave. Pack your shit. This isn't your home anymore.​ It was so quiet she could hear the lights humming. The breath had been stolen right out of her lungs. It took her a full second to realize she had her hand back. Two more before she shook her head at him, something deep in her core flipping like a switch. This was it? This was all it took? Catching her masturbating? Fuck him. "No wonder mom left you," she sneered at him, her temper rushing to the surface to overtake whatever guilt and shame remained. ​

 

[Father Figure]

"What the fuck did you just say to me?"The impact of her words was so visceral she should have just slapped in, it might have been less painful. His head jerked back so fast he might have experienced whiplash, the shock in his features rolling across them like thunder over the plains. Those eyes widened, eyes which had always looked at her with admiration and adoration and now there was something new there. He looked at Liling as if she were a person he had never seen before, some kind of brand-new version of a human being suddenly standing in his home. His mind was reclassifying her, reordering his very existence, so that he could properly categorize who she was. And who she was quickly bordered on hatred after the barbed arrow she had shot his way. The older man had never talked to his daughter overly about the actions her Mother had taken, had tried to be a good person and not create acrimonious feelings. No, not just a good person, he had tried to be a good parent. And a good parent might hate their ex, but they would not attempt to engender and encourage that hatred in their children. That did not mean there were not wounds inside William. Deep gouges left by a bitch who had abandoned him, and Liling, and so the words were a sucker punch and at first he did not know what to do, what to say. That quickly changed. "What the fuck did you just say to me, you slut," he hissed through clenched teeth. His right hand came out and he grabbed Liling by the hair, jerking her gorgeous head around as he manhandled her and pulled her through the living room to the nearby couch where he shoved her over. Was he even thinking at this point? Was he even coherent? It did not seem so as his next words were leveled in a way that sounded like they were spoken by a demon and not her Daddy. "Do you know what I did for you, what I did to take care of you! You ungrateful little childish shit! And you repay me, you repay me by spread your holes on the fucking internet!" Where was the calm man, where was the cold anger, where was the loving soul that had always treated her as special. William Foster was gone, she had betrayed him, and she had hurt him, and now he intended to punish her. And it was at that moment he realized exactly what he had done, and exactly how good Liling looked with her ass in the air. His free hand came down to grip her young ass, giving a hard squeeze as he spread her, seeing that tight flesh so wet and ready. A slow shudder left his lips as he tried to reconcile the feelings happening, the sensation of arousal that crawled its way up his spine, and then in a shocking turn of events her Father did the unthinkable… He spanked her.​

 

[Pink.]

She was almost turned entirely away, her eyes averted, attention focused behind her instead of on her father, when his fist coiled in her hair. Her head jerked back with the twist of his wrist, her cry sharp with alarm as her hands raised instinctively up to grab at his arm before he started to drive her toward the living room. Liling had no physical chance against her father as he half-hauled, half-dragged her over the couch. Her toes lifted off the ground, face planted into the cushion as the coiled arm anchored against the hinge of her hips. He was shouting at her, but only every other word was making sense in the chaos of her mind, his tone and volume tying her stomach in knots. He was so much larger, so much stronger, louder, taller, angrier– "–wait, no–" His fingers dug into the plump flesh of her tiny bottom, causing her cheeks to spread and her wet, aching slit to be exposed to the cool, late-morning air. A shiver raked through Liling's tiny frame, her toes curling and feet lifting in a futile attempt to shield herself from what was coming, cheeks flushed and eyes brimming with tears as she turned her cheek against the cushions and reached her hand back to try and stop him when his strike clapped loudly in the open room. Liling squealed with alarm, the creamy bubble of her backside turning an immediate pink that only deepened in color, his next smacks earning a pained grunt from the second, and then a low, guttural moan for the third. Each swat sent ripples through her sensitive cunt, the stinging pain stoked the coals smoldering deep in her core, and as his hand came down firmly to grope her scarlet cheek she couldn't stop herself from opening her thighs. It was horrible, she knew this wasn't how she should be responding to her dad striking her like this, but she also recognized something else– he wasn't stopping himself. Another shiver coursed through her body as his thumb brushed against the slick outer lips of her cunt, his fingers coiling and digging into her flesh before his palm reeled back to slap his hand over her quivering ass and pussy over and over again. Her moans broke into yelps, which broke into cries for him to stop as she bucked and flailed to try and get out from under his ministrations before she was stilled by his massaging grip once again. Tears stained her cheeks, but the reflection captured in the large decorative mirror leaning against the far wall showed that Liling was breathlessly riding the line between pain and pleasure.​

 

[Father Figure]

Hate and lust were a potent aphrodisiac, and the mingled confluence of the two nearly drove William over a cliff. At first, he had not known what his true intentions were when he shoved Liling over, only knowing that he wanted to do something. Wanted to do anything to make her understand how she had wrong him, but the emotions were all tangled with memories of the past and a buried anger towards her mother that had never been allowed expression. How his mind had often gone towards fantasies of taking revenge, of finding her and her lover, of doing something disastrous that might have brought him balm. Something as disastrous as this, bare handed spanking his stepdaughter OnlyFans girl. Without her permission. How could he have ever explained this one away at the office? What could he ever do to make up for having done such a deed to her? Was there even a method of apologizing that could let Liling look at him the way she had the day before? The answers were simply no, but those thoughts only filtered through the cognitive haze of rage after he had slapped her cute fucking ass red with palm prints. Moans, yelps, and pleading for mercy soon progressed into tear-stained cheeks and when he looked up and saw himself in the mirror, saw her face etched in a strange tableau of desired suffering, the only thought that filtered up into his mind was how beautiful she truly was. His hand came down and touched her at the top of her back as he lowered his eyes to truly see what he had done, and the sight left him breathless. His teeth caught his lower lip as that gaze traversed her soft skin, like a man intoxicated by the sight of her, and the fingers on her back slid down her spine with the knowing caress of a lover, designed to send shivers of delight. Daddy knew exactly what a pretty girl wanted. His hand came further, moving and curving to grip her rear end, spreading her wide to actually see the sweet slit between her thighs and a hiss left his lips as he found his voice, a soft almost adoring noise leaving his throat as he whispered. "Jesus fucking Christ…" That thumb caught hold of one of her folds, sliding along the slick flesh, moving with purpose and his other hand reached up and caught her by the hair, jerking her head up so that she had no choice but to meet his gaze in the mirror. It was hard and cruel, and the look on his face was unrelenting. This was a side of him she had never seen, a side that he had buried long ago. Maybe there had been a reason that Liling's mother had fled, maybe there was something about the past that was a secret. Maybe the young girl had been right in saying that there had been a reason that her mother had left. Some kind of dark side to the man that she loved, the man who had raised her. At least enough of a shadow that he was willing to continue his probing, that thumb travelling further, slipping along her labia until it brushed across her clit. Moving the soft pad of his thumb back and forth, rolling her sensitive nub as he spoke. "How much do they pay you, huh? What's your menu, Liling? How much to see you fuck yourself? To see you suck on a dildo? To see you play with your ass? What's a custom video cost?"​

 

[Pink.]

Liling was in a daze as he danced his fingertips along her writhing spine in an adoring caress, her eyelashes fluttering and fists slowly unfurling against the sofa's cushions; melting into the furniture as his grip spread her open and revealed her needy entrance to his hungry glare. The anchor in her belly twisted as he touched her closer to her center, knees widening and pelvis lifting backward to expose more of herself to him with a whimper of desire that was quickly transformed into a strained grunt as he took hold of her by her hair and used that grip to pull her upright. Her hands flailed out to support her weight and ease the burn in her scalp, fresh tears falling down her cheeks as her black eyes sought him in the mirror with a whine– but fuck if they didn't look like so many of her fantasies. She was arched over the arm of the couch, one hand gripping the back of the couch and the other barely reaching the bottom cushions with her fingertips. Her stomach and chest were flushed from the effort and the pain, her tiny, perfect breasts peaked into tight, dusky beads pierced by bars of silver. Her face was tear-stained, her cheeks ruddy, chin dimpling as he was towered behind her, every part of him wider than she so that she was framed by the darkness of his clothes against the pink and porcelain of her nakedness. His eyes were dark, mouth pursed in a grim and determined line as his calloused thumb started to tease her clit in deliberate and slow circles. If William needed any further proof that his step-daughter was aching for more, he'd find it in the quiver of her thighs, the roll of her hips as she tried to angle herself for more, and the slippery heat that coated his digits. She should have probably felt humiliation, shame, guilt of some sort as he started to pepper her with questions about her services, but Liling instead felt a sense of pride at her success, and her prowess in the saturated market of online sex work. With a sweep of her tongue, she pulled her lower lip between her teeth and shivered as he changed the force of his touch just enough to have her moan and buck her hips from the lightning that flared through her thighs. "$10 a month to subscribe, $50 for five minutes–" Liling managed to gasp between moans, her lashes starting to flutter as she pushed her hips back again. More.​

 

[Father Figure]

Fifty dollars for five minutes. 600 Dollars Per Hour. 1,248,000 dollars per year! Her father spent his life juggling money, it was a quintessential part of his work, and his mind immediately ran through the calculations and provided the information unbidden, even with Liling's warm holes on active display. Obviously, she did not perform on camera on a continuous forty hour a week basis, but what were the profits from monthly subscribers and custom videos. If she had a mere one thousand subscribers, then she would be making an additional 120,000 dollars per year. The idea was mind boggling to him that she could be pulling in that kind of money, was Liling a practical millionaire in the making or was she flushing her future down the drain? It was an absolutely absurd amount of money and part of his brain, the analytical part, could not fault her for the decision making that had led to the choice. Yet there was another part, that hungry demanding part that had been born the moment he bent her over, that was looking at this from an unfamiliar perspective. How much had he already paid for her? William parsed the information in his brain as his thumb pushed deep into her willing little hole, pressing past any resistance, and burying itself within her. The average annual cost of having and raising a child, including college education, was approximately 275,000 dollars. That was the most minimal of estimates, not counting factors such as location, family income, and lifestyle choices. Liling had wanted for nothing as she grew, had been given all avenues of advancement and the ability to pursue any dream that she might have. Every milestone was met and provided for. How much had he spent on her when it came to trips, her vehicle, her clothing, her hobbies, her insurance, her computers, her phones, and the list went on. She had always been an appreciative child, he had never fretted over the expense of her lifestyle or providing for her, and it had never turned her into a spoiled brat. Though apparently it had turned her into an online slut. So, the calculation finally settled on something simple and concrete. If she charged 50 dollars for five minutes and he had paid 275,000 dollars to raise her then William Foster, her stepfather, had purchased 458.33 hours of her time. He planned to use it. His voice held an almost professional tone, despite the slick sound of anger underneath the gravelly voice. "I think I've purchased more than my fair share of your time, don't you, Liling?" His thumb removed itself from between her folds and he moved it up as he leaned over her, pressing close so that she could feel his hips grind against her ass, and the thick cock still kept within the confines of his pants. With how hard he was her father must have been hurting, trapped behind the constricting fabric. The act smeared her wet slit over his black suit pants, he would have to change before he ever left for the office again, but that was of little concern as he continued to lean so that she was completely under his body. One arm braced himself against the back of the couch, his head near hers as he looked down at her, the tableau of the two entwined in this way caught perfectly in the reflective service of the mirror. His other hand brought that thumb which had been within her, coated in the nectar of her young little cunt, and he smeared it across her lips as he waited for his answer. This time the question had not been rhetorical.​

 

[Pink.]

She knew would be running the numbers, it was not only what he did for a living, but a skill and craft he'd taught her as she grew up under his roof. Liling didn't just frivolously throw some numbers against a wall to see what stuck– she had started lower, built a fan base, raised her prices as she went, determining her time was far more valuable than she had initially calculated, and as her business grew so did the cost of her attention. For $10 a month her subscribers had full access to her pictures, short clips of her in various states of undress, passionate throws, and with plenty of teasing and tempting documentation of what toys she had in her arsenal. For special request videos, her flat fee was $50 for five minutes, with a minimum of five minutes purchased, with select additional charges depending on what the buyer wanted her to do. Whatever he figured she made, she knew she made more, but now was not the time to get into the gritty details of what Liling offered, and how much she charged for her every service. His thumb wiped any stream of dialogue from her consciousness as he pushed inside of her, rendering her momentarily dumbfounded as her molten cavern swallowed the digit eagerly. Her hips bucked and pressed back against his hand as a tight, strangled whine slipped from her mouth. Her eyes rolled and closed, head dropping forward as she tensed, flexed and released her hips and abdomen in a sultry slither, seeking the brush of his knuckles against her swollen clit– to be full and played with– fuck. It didn't matter that it was William, her father figure, the man who'd had raised her and continued to care for her even after her mother abandoned them both– Liling purred in response to his question, but his movement cut off her reply. The sudden emptiness of her cunt pulled a whine of disappointment from her throat before he was using the sheer breadth and weight of his form to push her harder against the couch; her toes tingling. His rock hard erection ground against her pussy, teasing her with the friction and pressure she'd craved earlier but now with nothing inside her to fill that void. Her own scent filled her nostrils as he brought his hand to her mouth and swept his slick thumb over her lips, causing a shudder to vibrate them both as her black eyes flared brightly in the reflection. Her gaze was stuck on his, caught in the gravitational pull of his being. Her stomach was taut, cunt dripping, nipples hardened into sensitive little beads until even the lightest brush against them caused her to roll her eyes back in her head and undulate against the walls of her temporary prison. This wasn't the smart, kind, sweet little girl who had always given him a kiss on the cheek before bed, who never mistook how hard he worked as anything other than love, who had thanked him in a tearful graduation speech in front of thousands of people… this was someone else. This was a succubus, ensnaring him in the bottomless wells of lust as she wrapped her mouth around his thumb in the reflection and suckled eagerly– greedily– at the sweet essence of her sinful lust coating his salty flesh. She released him with a drag of her teeth over the pad of his thumb. "Yes, Daddy," those obsidian eyes glittered, "you have."​

 

[Father Figure]

Her agreement damned them both. Not that he was thinking through all the permutations of what his actions would entail. No matter what he wanted to think, no matter the fact that Liling was most definitely a woman in every sense of the word, there was not a soul in this fucking world who would think that what he was doing was ethical. He was decades her senior, and in any relationship that would have given him an advantage which most would have described as icky. But the fact that he had raised her twisted the scenario, it gave him power over her in a way that no other human being had and molded her young mind into something obedient. It had never been his intention to groom her, because he had never anticipated engaging in acts of depravity with his lovely young daughter, but he had effectively done so. Coupled with the fact that it was immoral was the certainty that it was illegal, and if it ever became known what he was doing he would not be considered anything other than a man who had sexually assaulted Liling. It seemed he was fine with that decision. Part of him was born of hatred in that moment, a deep-seated anger that was dipped and battered in lust, and he knew exactly where it came from. It came from fury over his ex-wife and how she had left him, but not just left him because he was a bad man, which was currently in question considering his adopted daughter was writhing underneath him, and left him because he had been unable to give her what she truly needed. The realization that in some measure, in some manner, he had failed Liling and she had sought out the attention of other men to compensate for whatever she had wanted from him. The narrowing of his eyes as she suckled on his thumb would certainly send a mixed message to the young woman, was he happy with what she was doing, or was he angry at her still? And which one of those emotions would make her more aroused? His leg came up so that he could put his foot up on the couch on one side of her, letting him balance his weight better, so that his hand could come back and undo his pants, pulling free that mammoth cock, the heavy slab of meat slapping against her perfect tight ass as he freed it. The weight along might have been frightening, the girth would decimate most women, and he had used it to great effectiveness during sex to practically wield it like a weapon. The next words he spoke seemed to come from deep within his chest, resonating against her back like the bass from a good stereo system. “Is this what you fucking want, honey? You want your Daddy to fuck you, is that what you need?” His hand reached up suddenly and took her by the hair, jerking her head back to force her into an arch as he hissed into her ear. “It better be, because you don’t have a fucking choice now.” And then, insanely, utterly mind boggling in every sense of her word, William Foster took the head of that thick cock and penetrated his beautiful daughter. Things would never be the same.​

 

[Pink.]

Liling's eyes bulged, her lips widening into a shocked 'O' before twisting in a grimace of discomfort as the fat head popped past the initial resistance of her pussy. Even as wet as she was, as eager to be filled her cunt had been, his size was still more than she was prepared to take. And that was just the beginning! He sank into her until her passage wouldn't allow any more, and the fullness of him caused every nerve in her to scream from the ecstasy of it all. Her legs were quivering, her hands tightening into fists in whatever they could reach, whatever they could grasp, even if it was just her nails biting into her palms. Air flooded her lungs as she finally remembered to breathe; gasping deeply as her eyes rolled closed. "Fuuuuck!" she whined, nearly mewling as she turned her head to look over her shoulder at him with a plea in her eyes– but whether that was for him to stop or keep going was completely up for debate. She didn't seem certain herself as her hips buckled, as if she couldn't stop herself from pulling away even when she wanted to push back harder, deeper. Their home was large and empty, but she still felt the need to muffle herself by turning her face into the cushions as if there was still a chance someone would hear her and stop him– and god, it was so fucked, but she didn't want him to stop. Something in Liling was soaring fast and close toward the surface, a pleasure so primal it threatened to shatter her as easily as it promised to make her feel good. Her eyes were as black as pitch as they rolled dreamily up to his piercing, damning glare in the mirror, her plea loud and clear from the little wiggle of her hips. More. Please, Daddy, give me more.​

 

[Father Figure]

Her father grinned ferally, a smile of absolute predatorial satisfaction coming to his face as he felt her tightening around that gargantuan cock buried up into her little body. There was an intensity to the expression that was surprising, how quickly anger could mingle with desire into a heady concoction that catapulted the two into depraved acts that should be reserved for the porn men found online. There was a ruthlessness to his actions, as if he were punishing her for her lecherous acts, and that fact was reinforced when he began to spank her during their carnal lust, as if he were taking out his anger with each slap of his hand and thrust of his hips. The nature of what he was doing would only come to him afterwards, after he had punish fucked his stepdaughter until she was a quivering mess, but for now there was only that one terrible goal. At first, as it began, he had thought it was simply about pleasure. About trying to have an orgasm in the most taboo way imaginable, but the symphony of her cries as he reddened her backside only illuminated the true pathology of his act. William Foster was trying to lay claim to her, was trying to make sure that from this day forward Liling would think of him first and others second. And it was a feral possessive need that could not be ignored. As she flexed around his shaft, he worried though that this punishment was going to be far too short for his little girl to learn a proper lesson. What might have felt like an eternity due to the emotional landscape involved most certainly had only been a few scant minutes. Like most men who found themselves deep in an eager tight little hole, William was close to finishing and needed to change the dynamic so that he could draw this out. With no further ado he slipped free, giving her little ass a pat, so that she would understand he was not done with her, and his voice radiated nothing but determination as he simply spoke. "Get the fuck on top." Not that she had much choice in the concept, as rough hands took hold of her and pulled her over into his lap to force her back down without one single care in the world for if he hurt her. No, in fact hurting her seemed perfectly on the agenda. Once he had Liling in place, her Daddy's hand wrapped around her throat, and he took her breath away. Figuratively, and literally. His other hand set to work as he looked right into her beautiful face, a face he knew by heart, but this time he memorized it. He memorized every ounce of pleasure that she showed, every minutia of pain that he could drag from her as his hand tortured her pretty little tits. His strong fingers squeezed her breasts, dug into them, tweaked her nipples, and slapped them. And for a small moment he was content, but contentment disappeared as he realized the true reason he had done this. The true need that he had, and with his hand still wrapped round her slender neck he pulled her to him and kissed her. It was callous, rough, a devouring kiss as his tongue speared its way into her and flicked against her own. And as he did so his fingers took her right nipple and gripped harshly, tugging her towards him. It seemed her father wanted to taste her scream. ​

 

[Pink.]

The man behind her wasn't her father, but someone entirely new; entirely feral. He pounded into her ruthlessly, each thrust slamming the broad head of his cock against the furthest depths of her petite body until she was shattering– or coming so painfully close to such a relief that when he suddenly pulled himself free from her cunt with an audible pop! she expelled a sound that could only be likened to a snarl. She'd been screaming, crying, yes, but she didn't want him to stop. She hadn't begged for him to end it, she'd wanted more, but before Liling could protest any further his hand smacked her scarlet ass cheek and ordered her on top. Liling practically purred with relief. She grasped his cock as he flung himself down onto the couch cushions beside her, her leg lifting and hips shifting to position her opening but his hands took quick and brutal control. She gripped his shoulders as he braced her with one hand and guided himself to her slit with the other. His cock didn't fit at first, the attempt to slip within her tight channel unsuccessful but he wouldn't be deterred, and Liling's sharp gasp and mewling cry as he positioned them in tandem and thrust his cock up into her folds filled the living room as he forced himself inside of her. "Da–" Liling barely bit out before his hand was around her throat; his grip easily wrapping around her slim neck and squeezing. She stared at her stepfather's face in awe, her tiny hands grasping his wrist and forearm as her hips began their ride; bouncing and grinding on his lap with a ferocity that was clearly urged by the pain he dealt. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but the glow in her gaze was primal. Yes! her face echoed with each slap, each rough grope, each pull of her sensitive nipples in his vicious grip, Fuck me! her hips cried as she ground harder, faster, finding that sweet spot deep within her core and doubling down on her efforts– knowing full well she would be cumming soon, and she'd be cumming hard. That dam finally broke when he used her nipple as a lead and yanked her into him, crushing his mouth against hers and shoving his tongue past the feeble boundary of her lips until she was filled with him– by him– and splintered into a thousand pieces as she screamed with wanton abandon into their kiss. She couldn't move, she could hardly breathe, her body locked and seized in place by the throws of her climax– "Oh fuuuuck, daddyyyyyyy!"​

 

[Father Figure]

There was something that happened when a woman came, something incredible and practically indescribable. Something changed intrinsically inside of that tight hole, more than just the convulsing walls along the thick shaft inside of them, but a true adjustment in texture. Slick cream slid along folds, the beautiful hole wrapping like a vise grip that demanded a man cum. And her father, her Daddy, and William was not about to deny her that reward for all her incredible work. The kiss broke and he leveraged her away as his is hand tightened as she worked her hips swiftly, wanting to help push her over the edge as she began grinding with deep hard rolls of her hips, and he smiled with absolute joy as he stared up at her. Because what more could a man do in a moment like this, other than let her drive the crescendo of pleasure. The hand which had been tortured her perfect pert little tits eased in its activities, instead cupping her bosom as his depraved angel achingly worked out the last vestiges of her orgasm, and as the last thrum pulsed through her he was unable to stop himself, joining in as he pushed every inch up into her belly. The hand on her breast slid around to grip that small perfect ass, jerking her brutally into him so that he could grind as deep as possible, shoving so that they were completely conformed. Two bodies as one, though it was hardly as romantic as it sounded. And her Daddy emptied his balls inside of her. The hands holding her so cruelly eased in their brutish grasp, leaving red imprints on her skin, and a soft shudder ran along his spine as he struggled to comprehend what had just happened. Never before had he been so taken away by the act of lovemaking, retaining some measure of control of himself so that even at his most aroused he would have remembered to pull out. Not this time though. His arms wrapped around her to pull her close, showing her an affection that had been lacking since the moment he found her performing for perverts online, and he pulled her close so that he could press his face into the crook of her neck. His eyes closed as he inhaled, inhaled the scent of her, the sweat of their bodies, and the sex that was still in the air. A deep sigh left him, his heart still hammering in his ears, as he turned his head and smoothed her hair back so he could look into her face. My god, he thought, my cock is practically still hard. And its inside Liling. What the hell had he done? Thoughts were obviously his face, easily read. Had he ruined everything? Would she report this to others? But most of all had he hurt her, and would she hate him for having done this? His eyes searched hers, his voice soft as he whispered. “I love you. Are you…are you okay?”​

 

[Pink.]

Liling felt every torturous detail. The length of him speared into her, forcing her anatomy to yield to the sheer size of him, the natural ridges and curves of his thick shaft massaging her innermost walls with every swollen pulse of his own climax. The soul-deep ache in her belly flooded by a scalding heat as he emptied himself inside her, culminating into a body high unlike anything she'd experienced before. Her hands began to loosen their grip on his shirt, the levity of her euphoria turning her into warm, soft clay in his hands. For all his rage, all the pain he'd inflicted, she still melted into his arms when he pulled her into them. She rested her forehead on his shoulder, her palms sliding into the space between their abdomens to cradle her stomach– he was still deep inside, still as hard as iron, holding a pressure in her womb that began to ache. Liling knew she'd be quite sore for a while, and that thought filled her with a perverse glee as much as it made her cheeks burn at the reality of what had just happened. At the irreversible pivot they'd made. Fear that he'd be disgusted by her, ashamed at how much she'd enjoyed being so brutally treated– her shoulders quivered, a sudden barrage of tears burning her eyes as he pulled away from her just enough to peer carefully at her. What she saw on his face reassured her as much as it pained her, and she couldn't stop her lower lip from wobbling as she shook her head. "No– yes, I mean–" she stuttered, before expelling a short breath, breathing in deeply once– as he had taught her to do when her thoughts where getting away from her– before she exhaled slowly and softly; rolling those sweet almond eyes back up to his sharp, crystal blues as she settled. "I love you, too, daddy… I'm so sorry." Her hands lifted up to his chest, his face, dropping back down to his shirt as she shook her head. "I wanted to tell you, I was going to tell you, I just didn't know how…" Her fingers swiped at her eyes before the tears that had welled there could fall, sniffling and shifting her weight to take some pressure off her knees when she winced with a shallow, short laugh. Sensitive, full, aching, but not injured. She brushed his chin with her thumb, sliding her palm up his cheek as she searched his eyes. "What do we do now?"

 

[Father Figure]

A space to breathe. It was not that they needed to be separate to have it, but they did need lust and passion to ebb so that they could properly come to terms with the actions that they had just perpetrated. Though in truth, the real concern was not Liling, no matter how she might feel. Her worry, her fear, her embarrassment and chagrin were all understandable, but they were not based on any measure of rationale. He understood though, he sympathized, because she was a young woman who had not truly been a willing participant in the sex that they had just had, no matter how old she might be or what she told herself about how much she had enjoyed it. She thought of herself as something dirty, as something used, and in part she was correct, but it was he had been the user. The only shame that could be carried was squarely upon his shoulders. The only person who should pay for the ramifications of this day should be William Foster, not his stepdaughter, and there was a measure of guilt in the man. A reckoning that needed to happen. But as his daughter pressed her soft lithe body against him, as she adjusted and he could still feel his semi-erect shaft within her, William also knew that he would never give her up. Not in a million years. Not if the sky itself was falling would he deny himself this feeling. His hand came up to touch her face, moving to caress her soft cheek, cupping her with a kindness that seemed monumental. His thumb came up to smooth across her skin, a gesture reminiscent of moments when he had held her in his lap when young and comforted her. In a sickening twist of his gut, he remembered how he had held her as she cried her heart out, tears falling in a steady cascade as they struggled to deal with the abandonment of her mother. So many long years gone by, so many moments cherished and forgotten, and now they all came back to him in a lurching horror as he recognized how he had taken and destroyed whatever purity existed. He might love her, he might need her, but she would never look at him as simply her Daddy any longer. He would be the man who had yelled at her, the man who had punished her, the man who had defiled her. And God, oh God above, why did that make his cock stir inside of her little body? They needed time. That's what they needed. His eyes locked on hers and she could see the decision within them. If there was no turning back, then he would choose to move forward. His voice sounded certain as he replied. "I call in to work, we go take a shower, and we spend the day together. And we…" His other hand slid down her trembling back to grip her tight perfect little ass. "…talk."​