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[Father Figure]

A small exhale left his mouth. It was the telltale sign of arousal from any man, something that even the most reserved and dignified were incapable of denying. As her mouth opened to take in his thumb and the arousal stirred deep in the pit of his stomach. Which was something of a shock for the older man. William was a strong man, to be sure, and relatively in shape for his age. Some would have considered him to be a silver fox, virile. But when was the last time that he had done more than one round of intercourse with a woman? More than likely in his thirties, if he thought about it, though such coherent thoughts were not being provided much space to operate in his hormonally clouded brain. What was it about Liling that had driven him towards anger so swiftly? Had it really been the sensation of finding her being depraved in the middle of his home? Or was it the simplest of truths, a territorial emotion that couched what she had done in terms of betrayal. Much akin to her mother’s betrayal. That feeling should never have been given room to take root inside of William’s mind, but it had done so and with a swiftness that was dizzying. A second exhale suddenly left his lips as his eyes dilated like a man on drugs. They were already in too deep, and it was just beginning. His angel started to talk and at least it let him center on something, anything, to take his mind off the idea of fucking her here in this shower. And her words, as twisted as they were, were at least touching. It meant that she was trying to work her way through what they had done. But it also meant that she had feelings for him, beyond what she should, and that she had maybe thought about it in ways that he never had. What could he say to something like that, that admission which allowed him to at least comfort himself with the idea that she wanted it. The sickening feeling that had rested inside began to ease, even if he was undeserving of such a comfort, and his eyes closed as his hand curved to caress her face once more. Instead of gripping her, there was a loving brush of fingertips which engendered a reminder that he could be kind. That he had been. It might have been years since he had ever shown her such tenderness, but it was there now between them, and he was willing to do his best to provide her with that affection. Or at least a measure of security after having been so open and vulnerable with him. His voice was musing as he replied. “On camera there are a lot of things we can do which would keep my face hidden. Angles, perspectives. Luckily, I don’t have any tattoos, nothing identifying, and I can always do what we are doing nude. It would just keep things…safe.” A small pause came into his voice as something occurred to him and when he spoke again there was that deepness to it. A breathless, hungry quality as he whispered. “Liling, baby, I interrupted your show. Maybe we can go back, and you can suck Daddy off for everyone to see?” And then his eyes glimmered almost jovially, like he was telling a joke. “We can compare the tip numbers to your previous shows once we are done. It would let us forecast potential earnings.”​

 

[Pink.]

There was some relief in his musing, his confidence in protecting his identity on screen making a piece of Liling settle into the solid wall of his form. His shoulders sheltered her from the majority of the rainfall, his warmth causing her skin to tingle wherever their flesh touched. The sheer size of her father had been both intimidating and comforting through her life– annoying when there had been any interest from boys at school before she'd moved away for college– and after suffering just a fraction of his wrath unleashed less than a half hour ago, she started to wonder what exploring this new layer of their relationship would be like when he suggested testing her audience's preferences by finishing her livestream going down on him. Liling's brows rose with the widening of her eyes, her lips spreading in a pleasantly surprised smile before it sharpened with a wicked edge. "Lead the way." As they dried off, Liling suggested they reprise her stream where she'd left off– at the hot tub. It didn't take long, but it was more time than either of them wanted to spend. Liling had sent a message to her subscribers that the interrupted live stream would resume in ten minutes. While Will adjusted the laptop angle to hide his face, Liling slipped into the recessed tub and then began to glide forward until she was standing between his knees– grinning up at him as an amusing memory jumped to mind. "Remember Bring Your Daughter To Work day?" she purred, smirking up at him from under her brow, the warm water lapping just beneath her small, pert breasts. The look in her eyes screamed Welcome to Bring Your Daddy To Work Day. Finally, it was time to begin. Liling faced the camera and selected the icon to begin. She smiled and greeted the names that appeared on the screen, sliding one hand up her father's thigh as she apologized for the earlier interruption. "My Daddy caught us," she pouted while tracing her nail over her collarbone, launching into a quick and simple explanation. Something so outrageous and taboo there was no way it wasn't a roleplay or fantasy. It was positively thrilling to know the truth. "So if you want to see my Daddy stuffing my holes again, make sure to click that tip button!" And then Liling turned toward her father, looking up and at his face out of frame. Her small hands resting on his legs, gliding up toward the heavy, swollen member beckoning for her mouth. It took both of her hands to touch fingertips around him. How the hell had he fit inside her? How would she fit him in her mouth? Liling suppressed a shiver and brought her lips down to his broad helmet and dragged her tongue over the soft, velvety surface. Christ, the taste of him made her eyes roll back.​ ​ ​

 

[Father Figure]

William was nervous, but that was not something he necessarily decided to share with Liling as she got them set up so that he was able to lean back out of frame. After all, what kind of man would really have a problem with being sucked off no matter what the strange circumstances might be? There was a flutter in his stomach, and part of him realized he wondered what the people watching were going to think about this madness, but then he looked down at Liling as she gazed up at him and a smirk crossed his lips. The sight of her beautiful face, pressed so close to his mammoth shaft, was a remarkable sight. The idea that she would even try to take him in her mouth, much less accomplish much in the way of accommodating him, seemed ludicrous, and absolutely arousing. The soft blue glow of the computer screen illuminated her beautiful face, casting sharp shadows as she restarted her stream and began to speak to her subscribers. Tonight, they were about to see something new, something fucking sexy, and little did they know how outrageous it really was. And when she called him Daddy, when she discussed getting stuffed by him, that thick dick bobbed next to her face in excitement. Oh, he was over his nervousness. There was nothing left but the sincere and absolute desire to coat Liling's perfect face in his cum. At first, nothing happened. The screen flickered with the usual drivel. "Didn't think you were coming back" … "What's up with the interruption?" … "Just here for the chat lol." … "Let's see some pussy!" Until with a sudden jolt, the chat erupted in shock. Comments poured in, like an avalanche. Unstoppable, chaotic. "WTF??" blared one. "Yo, this is CRAZY!" another chimed in. "Look at the size of that dick!' Yelled another. Dozens of comments per minute, scrolling so fast they blurred into a dizzying storm of letters and heart emojis popping up in the corner. Her viewership count had been in the few dozen when she returned, but it jumped in intervals of tens, over a hundred. It was a madhouse as the chat shifted in its tone to and become incredibly raunchy her to try to take her Daddy deeper, telling her what a cock slut she was, asking them to fuck, and praising her Daddy for being lucky as fuck to get to have a girl like Liling. And, as his beautiful daughter sucked on the head of him, he could not argue with the fact that he certainly felt lucky. $5 Tip from user123 - "suck his balls" $25 Tip from twitz - "Damn, she looks desperate." $15 Tip from Garglemel - "Fuck her whore ass!" $100 Tip from DarkKnight666 – "Do something crazy for the fans! Push it!" They wanted more it seemed, and William was inclined to give it to them. His hands came to touch Liling's hair, a small motion of gentleness through the dark strands before he took hold of the back of her head. The sound she made when he pushed, getting a few inches past her lips was heavenly, a small sigh of ecstasy coming from deep in his chest. But this was not going to be enough, not to satisfy him and not to satisfy THEM. After all, working for the subscribers was the entire point of doing all of this, right? And not because Liling and her Daddy were sick perverts. His hands tightened, accepting no denial, and that fat cock continued its penetration. Four inches. Five fucking inches. SIX GODDAMNED INCHES. He could feel Liling struggle with it, feel her little body tighten and thrash just a bit as her gag reflex began to overwhelm any possibility of ignoring it, and he gave her a reprieve to let her come back up. Just for a second, just for a hairsbreadth to collect herself, and then Daddy put her back to work. Training her. And oh my, did those tips continue to roll in.​

 

[Pink.]

Liling wouldn't consider herself great at head, but she definitely had never enjoyed giving it nearly as much as this. The scandal of this cock belonging to her actual step-dad, and not just some man she called "daddy", along with how fucking hard he was for her– she felt the thrill fluttering low in her belly as she opened her lips wide enough to take the head of his prick into the cavern of her mouth while her hands made sure the rest of him received ample attention. Her pussy throbbed with every stroke, remembering every time he'd slammed his hips against hers and marveling at how she'd taken him. She sighed a happy little moan, rolling her eyes open to meet his gaze as his hands caressed through the inky black silk of her hair before he began to press. Her mewl of surprise caught in her throat as he forced himself down her throat– her eyes pinching closed as tears burst from the initial reflex before she shuddered into settling herself– focusing– breathing in through her nose as her fingers shifted their grip to his thighs. Another inch– ---–her throat constricted, stomach clenching, fresh tears leaking over her flushed cheeks– Her whimper of protest was lost to the overwhelming urge to gag. Liling's muffled squeals were finally answered, giving her just enough time to suck in a desperately deep gulp of air before he was filling her mouth again. Over and over again, more and more of his dick down her throat– "Daddy!– please–" Liling would plead in those seconds between, her tone not entirely desperate at first, but as he bruised her slender throat and the ache started to turn into actual pain, her battered voice became more desperate. "–please– cum– cum on my face, please, Daddy–" Her hands were back on his shaft, using the spit and drool from facefucking her as lubricant as she urged him to orgasm.​ ​ ​

 

[Father Figure]

William wanted to speak to his beautiful daughter at that moment, he wanted to tell her so many things. Encourage her with the depraved acts they were committing, tell her what a good little fucking cock whore she was, and absolutely defile her with the words that dripped from his lips. Hungry, just as desperate, and ravenous to see the pure lust in his little girl’s eyes. William wanted to say all these things, but he found himself constrained. Some would have imagined it would be from shyness, much like the earlier butterflies which had occupied his stomach, but that would not have truly encapsulated how he was feeling. No, fear entered the back of his mind even if it were unreasonable. The certainty that if he spoke, he would be recognized by someone watching their stream. Some perverted neighbor who had tuned in, or an old high school boyfriend he had met when he sent Liling off to prom, or a business partner who was watching and jerking off about William’s daughter. Whomever it might be, the realization of danger set in, and his eyes flickered with concern as he looked down at her and refrained from saying anything. There would be time enough later, now there was only wrapping things up for their paying customers. That fear did not deter him. Not with Liling jerking him off in a needy drive towards completion. Nor did the numerous people having tuned in. The hand in her hair did not let go, gripping a bit tighter even though she had pulled herself off of his cock in her helpless need for oxygen. Instead of forcing her back down, knowing that he had pushed her to the limit her little throat could take, he instead guided her head up and underneath that slab of cock, bringing her face against his heavy balls. He knew his angel would understand the requirement at hand, and it was not long before he felt her wriggling her tongue and coating his sack in spit. The movement let him adjust his hips, hunkering down further in the seat and raising on leg to the side so that everyone could see Liling perfectly framed in the camera with her face up beneath him, practically pushing into the crook of his ass. The sensation of wetness along his taint brought a low groan out of him, his eyes closing as his head tilted back, feeling her small hands continue to jerk him off and suddenly the orgasm came. One moment he had been steady, just enjoying the pleasure of her mouth, and the next he rode the crest and erupted, his stomach tightening as warm seed did not just bubble from the tip of him. It burst. God in heaven, had he ever cum so hard? Did anything compare to this evening and the events that had unfolded? William could not remember a time when he had even had a climax as powerful, much less doing so twice. It was volcanic, thick ropey strands of hot cum that poured out and down his shaft, covering Liling’s face. The monumental flow should be studied by goddamn scientists, because he had never thought a human would be capable of such a copious amount, but there it was. Thickly it smeared itself over Liling’s gorgeous face, and the hand in her hair eased its demand, leaving her free to do as she chose. Which, William imagined would be to try to clear her eyes because surely the poor girl was fucking blind at this point. And the tips kept pouring in. And to think. This was just the beginning.​

 

[Pink.]

Liling absolutely understood the assignment. With her hand jerking his shaft as he tilted his hips and leaned back enough at the ledge to present his balls to her, she was pressing her mouth against his sack like a hungry, little obedient whore. Eyes like burning clothes stared up the length of his body to meet his eyes, and as she watched his expression change with every sloppy suckle and lick until she could see the wave coming. Her jaw lowered, tongue rolling over the sensitive stretch of flesh just beneath his testicles– massaging his taint and pressing her nose against him as her fists pumped and squeezed him. He groaned, eyes closing and head falling back just before the first shudder went through his cock in her hands. Her own groan of victory joined his as she lifted her face up, eyes closing and mouth opening to catch every thick rope of his cum; milking his cock with slow, firm pulls until he was releasing her hair and sagging back against his elbows out of view from his waist up. "Mmmmm, fuck…" She was ignited, her lashes lifting against the heavy globs of cum strung across her features. "You taste so fucking good." Whether it was for him, the camera, or her own perverse enjoyment was impossible to distinguish. Her gaze was pure, black fire as she smiled wickedly at him, using her fingers to wipe his semen from her eyes before shoving those very fingers in her mouth with an eye-rolling moan. "Thank you, Daddy," she purred, her tone so painfully familiar from years past but laced with sex. Her teeth caught her lower lip as she slid her hands down over her breasts, breathing a happy little hum through her nose as she pinched her glazed nipples between thumbs and forefingers. "Thanks for joining everyone," Liling mused, her voice a little hoarse as she turned toward her laptop, reading over some of the last comments as she interacted for a second or two, keeping their audience involved even as she bid them farewell. Once the stream had ended and her laptop closed, Liling turned her head to look over at Will, suddenly so aware of how quiet he had been. "Well, I can say just from what was posted on the screen, that's the second highest amount of tips from one stream since I started."​ ​ ​

 

[Father Figure]

It was goddamn surreal. After the madness of returning home to find his own daughter showing off her holes on OnlyFans, after nearly throwing her out of the house and then sexually assaulting her, and after coming to terms with the decisions and deciding that their rather sick version of love mattered more than the taboo of being together, William Foster and his step-daughter Liling streamed their first oral cum show. And then, exhausted, the two of them cleaned up and went upstairs to get some well-deserved rest. And of course they were tired, the physical activity had been intense, but the emotional turmoil of their interaction had taken a toll that was beyond mere flesh and bone. Having swung the pendulum between roiling rage and hungry lust, William felt the exhaustion bone deep, and once he lay down in his bed, he was fast asleep. Though, as his thoughts drifted away into darkness, he realized that he had been joined by his daughter’s slender body. Languidly he reached out, one strong arm wrapping around her to pull her close, a soft gentleness to the gesture that was reminiscent not of two sexual partners, but of a lover who wanted intimacy. Maybe, somewhere in the back of his mind, it reminded him of nights with her mother and memories of times that were better for him. Maybe he just did not feel as lonely anymore. The master bedroom was expansive. A king-sized bed dominated the room, its headboard a dark mahogany, the covers and sheets a white linen and dove grey hues in striking contrast. Heavy pillows with embroidered pillowcases completed the décor. Matching furniture occupied most of the room. At the foot of the bed was a low-slung bench, serving as a functional seat where her Daddy often put his dress shoes under. Opposite the bed was a custom-built dresser, made with the same wood as the bench, fitted with brass handles. And above it a large mirror in a thin metallic frame that captured perfectly the bodies entwined upon the bed. A tall arched window let in the morning light; its frame outlined by heavy drapes. The large windows served as a glass door onto the balcony where two low-slung armchairs sat next to a small slim table beneath a retractable awning. This was where her Father could often be found during the weekends, resting with his coffee and laptop, even in stormy weather. And to one side was a discreet doorway that led to his walk-in closet. Slowly he stirred to find Liling still asleep in bed and leaning over he brushed her dark hair back before placing a small soft kiss on her forehead, a gentle endeavor before slipping out of bed to go downstairs. And when she woke, she would find him exactly as she would have on any other day. Sitting on the balcony facing their backyard, a tray with a pot of coffee, creamer, and sugar resting on the table. William was at ease, as if nothing whatsoever was different in his world, though this time there seemed to be a spare empty cup on the tray. Had he gone these many long years alone because of some subconscious desire to replace his ex-wife with his beautiful stepdaughter? Who knew, but she had shared his bed last night, and now he expected her to share his morning.​

 

[Pink.]

The space between her father's arms was made just for her. Liling slept pulled against his massive torso, temple resting against the soft skin of his inner arm with the other coiled possessively around her middle. She slept so deeply, it felt as if she'd never known a sound night's sleep before this one. Her breath against his chest, her arm draped over his waist. How long since she'd crawled into the bed with him after a scary movie, loud storm, or nightmare? Her little hand clutching his as her mother stroked her hair. Things were certainly different now. When Liling finally began to wake, it was not too shortly after the empty space beneath her hand had started to grow cold. Her head lifted, heavily-lidded eyes surveying her surroundings, searching first for her father, but then the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted her way. She pushed herself up a little more, using her arm to catch the sheets against her chest, glancing toward the large glass doors to locate the source of that fresh coffee aroma. Her body protested every swallow, every shift of her weight on the bed, the soreness of her throat outdone by the ache between her thighs. An ache she wanted to lavish in a little longer, but… She was sliding out of bed and pulling the top sheet around her like a towel, bunching it up in her fist above her thigh to keep it from dragging on the ground behind her. She stepped out onto the porch and slid her hand over Will's shoulder. "Good morning, daddy," she murmured before she brushed a chaste kiss against his cheek, pulling away to rub the sleep from her eyes before she asked, "how did you sleep?"​ ​ ​

 

[Father Figure]

The sky above was a soft, endless blue, unmarred by a single cloud, and the sunlight poured down creating the rising morning heat. Birds chirped lazily from the treetops of their backyard, and the balcony faced away from the street and towards the large, fenced area which provided a measure of privacy that would have otherwise been lacking, It was beautiful, with the kind of weather that promised a long, languid, and lazy day. The greenery was almost glowing under the early sun, the pool below stirred with its jets, and the breeze tugged gently at the awning, creating a soft rustle. For once her Daddy seemed to be stress free, the kind of look that was hard to attain for someone with such an intense personality. His muscled shoulders were relaxed, his thick neck seemed at ease, and his head tilted back as he idly closed his eyes and let the breeze roll like a soft caress across his skin. One hand moved his coffee to sip as she approached, taking a slow deep draw of the liquid, turning his head just so as he heard her coming out behind him. At her touch that shoulder flexed, the trap rising beneath her fingers, a reminder of the inherent strength that her father had. And he turned his cheek up into the kiss, a familiar and welcoming gesture from his daughter, though it had so much more meaning now. His voice was soft, gentle, a remnant of the intimacy from their night before. "I slept just fine, honey, what about you?" As she moved to come around his chair his hand sat aside his phone on the table, and he switched the cup from his right to left so he could free his arm to wrap around Liling's slender body. There was nothing overtly sexual about the action, it was simply a motion that would have been acceptable between two lovers, and ever between a father and his daughter, and yet somehow wrong in their circumstances. That arm guided her into his lap, pulling her close, with the air of a man who did not expect to be denied. And why would he? This was the natural evolution of their behaviors, the instinctual connection that could be ignored if they chose but after what they had already done the simple familiarity of comfort and companionship could not be shirked. His fingers were strong on her hip, giving a squeeze before easing, and his voice continued with idle chatter. "I don't know about you, but I was absolutely devastated after last night. We should be careful," he teased. "I might have a heart attack trying to impress you." There was the briefest of pauses before a small sigh left his lips and he sat his coffee down on the tray before his hand came back to rest on hers. It was the motion of a man who was going to ask a hard question, as if trying to determine how best to proceed. "Finances obviously do not matter, considering the situation at hand. But I have to be honest, after I woke up, I started thinking about your education. Your future. I assume you dropped out. And I get that, I can even accept it. I wanted to be certain that you think this is viable. If it ended tomorrow, for whatever reason, would you be okay?"​

 

[Pink.]

Sliding her onto his lap was nearly effortless, her body half falling against him as soon as she saw him leaning forward to scoop her up. She tucked her legs up over his opposite thigh, resting her forehead in that soft space between his shoulder and neck as she murmured a sleepy response to his question with a smile. Something about she'd let him know when she woke up, punctuated by the insistent slide of her fingers around his coffee mug– either pulling it free or pulling it to her mouth with his hand still attached– and taking a sip, eternally grateful he wasn't one of those black coffee monsters– and then released his mug back into his own control. "You were devastated?" she laughed hoarsely, her voice still a little rough from the day before, her arm sliding around his ribs to hold onto him as she nestled back into him, "I'm amazed I don't need stitches!" Her tone was light, her squeeze reassuring, but it was the faintest nip of her teeth on his throat that would cement Liling wasn't truly hurt, nor was she in any horrible pain before she patted her hand on his chest and rested it there. "You don't need to do anything to impress me." She relaxed in the quiet. Her eyelids closed, soaking in the warmth of her dad's body through the sheet against the moderate summer morning air. Liling was probably another heartbeat or two away from slipping back into her dreams when she felt his chest rise with his sigh before his hand covered hers. Her gaze opened, head rising to peer curiously into his eyes. Curiosity that was quickly replaced with guilt, her wince and blink at his assumption confirmation enough, but the shame didn't linger. All the same, she felt an overwhelming surge of emotion and didn't try to hide the shimmer in her gaze as she smiled up at him full of gratitude. "I would." With her hand still held between his palm and chest, she shifted her shoulders and adjusted her position on his lap to be able to square her face with his. She wanted to make sure he saw that she had considered these things carefully, and seriously. "I did drop out, I wanted to tell you but with how badly yesterday was going…" she sighed, twisting and adjusting her hands to hold his apologetically in both of her own before continuing, "I'm confident this is for me, even more confident now that, you know… you're doing it with me," her smile was contagious, "but if it did end tomorrow, I would go back to school. Maybe, look into transferring my credits to a closer university, or see what entry level opportunities are at your office." Liling canted her head to the side, surveying her father's eyes. "I'd want to stay home. I know that."​