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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."​

 

[Father Figure]

As she turned in his lap there was obviously the delicious sensation of her slender body adjusting in the space where she sat, and while sensual it also engendered a measure of protectiveness in him. When had he last felt this way concerning Liling? When she was in high school perhaps, crying in his arms because a boy had hurt her feelings and ditched her on a date? No, not quite. No, the true feeling had been when she had left for college, and he had realized that there would never be a return to the past when he held her in his arms and knew that she was his little girl. That in fact she might only ever return home to visit, but not live, and that one day she might choose to move out, marry, and lead the life that she dreamt of. He had hoped for her what every father hoped for their daughter, and yet somehow it had gone sideways and suddenly he was reminded of how grateful he felt that she was here with him now. To feel her in his arms, to remember that she was always going to be his, and to see that promise in her eyes. That she wanted to stay. That there was nowhere she ever wanted to be other than in her Daddy’s lap. My god, what the hell was wrong with him? This time though there was not the twinge of associated guilt, and certainly none of the fear that he had originally felt last night. There was a brief adjustment as she moved so that she could look down on him and as she took hold of his hands, he gave a slow squeeze as he listened to her words. It was a decidedly dissimilar experience than the domineering terror he had been the evening before. This was a man who was willing to honestly consider what she was saying, the kind of behavior that showed he cared beyond the simple physicality of what it meant to have a young woman like Liling sharing his bed at night. And it showed in his response, his sincere wish for nothing but the best for her. Even if that also, apparently, included being fucked by her own father. “I want you to stay in school.” There was a measured approach to his statement which hinted there was more to what he meant and not that he was reprimanding her or sending her away. “Just, in case. There are so many reasons, but it is important to look at them. I am not saying that you should stop what you’ve chosen to do, or we should change the…,” he paused while looking for the right word before continuing. “…arrangement. But that you might find a measure of satisfaction in completing your course work even if you are still doing OnlyFans. And it’s not as if you can’t afford to go to one of the most accredited online universities. We can transfer your credits, and you can still stay home.” He leaned up and kissed her, not a deep one, just a small brush of his lips and opening of his mouth to hers, the slightest swipe of his tongue that let her taste the coffee he had been drinking. Just an affirmation of affection, nothing more, but that was a telling sign as to how quickly they had settled into their rather toxic dynamic.​ ​ ​

 

[Pink.]

abcdefg —I want you to stay in school. There was a noticeable shift in Liling's expression, her posture, her eyes… William was speaking gently, patiently, in the manner she was used to when it came to difficult topics with him growing up, but this topic, this decision, was hers and it wouldn't be a mystery that she didn't like what he had just said. He already knew, he already brought up that she'd dropped out, he'd asked her what she would do if OnlyFans stopped being lucrative. Why ask her, if he was just going to insist she do what he wants anyway? Now, she wasn't hiding her frown. Even as he lifted his face up to plant an affectionate and soft kiss on her mouth, her frown remained– the corners of her mouth twisted downward even as she leaned into the gesture and returned his kiss with her own. There was a brief moment of quiet between them, Liling looking across the small space between their faces, studying his eyes, his expression… "It's too much to do both." The thin line of her lips twisted as she sat herself upright on his lap, no longer leaning against his chest with her shoulder but backside perched on his knee, her legs turned in toward the center of his body and hands removing themselves from his grasp to adjust the sheet around her torso. "I tried to do both already. I didn't just drop out and then start OnlyFans." She hated that she sounded defensive, but she didn't believe her father was actually considering that she was capable of making this decision for herself. She wasn't a kid anymore, she was more than able to make these decisions on her own.​

 

[Father Figure]

William’s eyebrows furrowed together. The response was not necessarily the one that he had expected. This was truculent, spoiled, the kind of behavior that one would have anticipated coming from a young girl throwing her hair back and giving you lip. Not the kind of behavior that an adult would have given him. It rankled him, just the tiniest bit, to have to deal with such an irksome response. Had he not already folded on so many things? He had come home last night to find his daughter showing her holes off for strangers online, had nearly thrown her out before their rather inappropriate and torrid fuck session, and then agreed to allow her to continue to not just live with him but continue her OnlyFans as well. Not just both of those, but to participate in it with her, and handle her finances at the same time. There was a definitive certainty deep in his core that he had acquiesced far more than enough for his beautiful daughter. Now, he was not an unreasonable man, he was more than willing to accept that she had done the same in turn, but nonetheless he could not help but be rankled by the response he received from her. It was not a feeling he was fond of, and it showed in the storm cloud that crossed his face even on this sunny day. A slight narrowing of his eyes occurred as he succinctly replied. “The only reason you feel it was too much to do both is because you did not have help doing both. You were hiding it, you were stressed, and you were trying to juggle the scenario. Now, here at home, you have more free time to address how you properly deal with coursework and class load. Even if it is part time, the advice should not be ignored.” The hand on her hip tightened just slightly as if he were determining what he intended to do regarding the pouty expression on her face, and even more than that, there was a stirring in the pit of his stomach that needed to be addressed. Did she…did some part of her want to be punished? Alarm bells were ringing in the back of his head as his conscious mind recognized the fabric of their interactions from earlier the night before. Liling had taken risks; risks she did not need to take. Some need drove her to get caught, to get hurt, to get used even. And the thought was intriguing, interesting even. What would it mean if this part of their relationship became more family established? What if he was not simply her father, but her Daddy, just like she had said last night? One finger took her by the chin, tilting her head up as he straightened so that he looked down into her exotic eyes, his words growing hard and determined. “Just who do you think you are talking to? Some punk college kid? You don’t deny me what I want, Liling, ever. When I tell you to do something, you do it, and do not make me tell you twice.”​ ​ ​

 

[Pink.]

She felt like she was facing down a bull. Her heartbeat quickened in her chest. Beneath the cross of her arms and through the thin cotton of the bedsheet, her nipples tightened into hard beads around the metal bars that pierced them. The adrenaline was prickling in her veins, she could sense the ice thinning beneath her in real time, but even as his eyes glinted like blades, her expression mirrored his in a testament to the influence he'd wielded as he raised her. They squared off, Liling far more prepared for this argument than she had been last night, but even so— when his gaze narrowed like that she felt a chill slide down her spine, and she would have shivered if not for the fire in her belly keeping her planted firmly in place. "Then why bother asking me?" she contested, eyebrows raised to punctuate her point. Then his back stiffened and his hand tightened on her hip to pin her in place, but it was the finger hooked beneath her chin that held her captive. She felt her cheeks flush, something deep within her stirring hotly in response to the aggressive edge to his voice. She considered arguing further, sticking to her guns and insisting he was wrong and she knew better, but… she also knew he was right. She had been alone, stressed, overwhelmed… What if she could do both with his help? Even as she buckled ever so subtly under the gravity of his scrutiny, she couldn't help herself. Liling liked creeping closer and closer to that cliff's edge… abcdefg...liked seeing how many pushes it took to wake the bear… "Fine," Liling acquiesced, but her nose scrunched in that way it always had when she wisely decided not to argue, but wanted everyone to know she was doing so under protest, "but I'm changing my major. I don't want to study microbiology anymore."Her stomach twisted and fluttered as she held his gaze, a familiar warmth building between her thighs. "I want to switch my major to business."​ ​ ​

 

[Father Figure]

Fine. There was something deliberately petulant in Liling’s response and William hated it. It rankled him, a deep-seated rancor that he could not let go of even if the young woman had conceded the point to him. In fact, her father rather approved of the idea that she was willing to switch to finance, not just because he found it appealing that she might want to follow in his footsteps, but simply because he found it a much more practical skillset for the future. Even if AI was on its way to replace accountants, there was always a purpose for a business degree and the usefulness of organizational theory. Which brought him back to the consideration of her and foundational principles. Their beginning had been established in anger, passion, lust, and eventually a reminder of love. There was a certainty hanging over their heads as the sat in the warm summer sun that there needed to be more. Every business venture required a final arbiter, even partnerships had stipulations as to authority and the requirements for decision making. He could feel the heat pouring off her, who needed the radiance of the sun when you had a little woman like his stepdaughter, and his own breathing grew deep with want. He needed no proof of her arousal; he knew it instinctively. “I think we need to work things out a little bit more, honey. Maybe you can come to terms with some of the recent changes once I highlight the discrepancies.” And then he manhandled her like she was weightless, a reminder of their size difference. It was a simple truth that men were naturally stronger, but this was more than that. This was a man in his prime, virile and capable, and Liling had always been a petite young woman. When her “Daddy” decided he wanted to do something, it was quite evident that he could and would. And what he wanted to do in this moment was to strip the bed sheet off of her trembling flesh and place her down over his lap like she was some misbehaving child. And arm came down over her lower back to hold her in place, his hand coming to rest on her sun kissed backside, and he gave a low groan of approval. Whether or not this was humiliation, eroticism, punishment, or pleasure, there was no stopping him from appreciating the sight of Liling’s rather perfectly small and round rear end. Goddamn, his daughter had an amazing ass. His hand came up and back down with a hard slap, not hard enough to be called gentle, but gentle enough that it was not vicious. And then again, reddening both of her cheeks. A second round followed, each blow steady and self-assured. This was not done with violence, but with calm deliberation. Her father knew exactly what he was doing. And his voice, that deeper octave, a thrilling rich depth that should be bottled for future use. “Now, try again, Liling. What were you saying to me?”​ ​ ​

 

[Pink.]

The bull charged. Liling felt her stomach somersault as her father's hands took control of her position, twisting and turning her over his knee with far too little effort. She had always been small, standing under five feet even in her adulthood, but very few people in her life (lovers and otherwise) were able to manhandle her with such ease. It was unnerving, thrilling, terrifying, and arousing all at once. His arm pressed down on her lumbar like an iron bar holding her in place, and the gravelly groan that rumbled in his chest fed kerosene to the flames. The first clap of his hand against her backside earned a sharp gasp before Liling tightened her lips into a line and dropped her head down to dangle, hair pooling on the patio by his feet. She managed the first two spanks with little response. Her eyes watered, cheeks flushed from the humiliation of being spanked like a child, but there was more to it than that. Had he explored her page while she'd still been asleep? She felt the heat of her embarrassment warming her chest right as the third smack landed. Her feet lifted, knees bending and toes curling as she bit through a small yelp of protest, hips twisting against the control of his arm and head lifting back up to turn her smoldering black gaze back to him. Her thighs opened with the subtle parting of her knees, the faintest smile curling the corners of her lips as she responded. "I'm sorry, Daddy– I wasn't paying attention." Her voice felt rough in her throat as she adjusted her weight on his lap, hooking her hips on his thigh just a little… more, presenting the wetness of her cunt nestled between the twin pink globes of her ass. "Will you show me again?"​

 

[Father Figure]

Hungry eyes met hers. How would a person describe the hunger she saw in her father’s eyes? His eyes were wide, with a sharp intensity that lingered on Liling as fi she were a morsel, the only food in sight. There was a dull sheen to them, as if the hunger had stripped away their warmth, leaving only a raw, desperate need. They were darker, pulling everything toward that starving gaze, yearning for her a palpable reality. There was no reprieve for that hunger, no satiation or satisfaction, it was a gnawing deep in the pit of William’s stomach. The side of one lip curled upwards, not in a smirk but in a snarl, like an animal was trapped beneath his skin and the hands on Liling’s ass dug in possessively, leaving a reddening in her flesh. As he had suspected, she was showing off to get attention, was purposefully wanting him to take control, even if she had not articulated. The kind of response to their discussion stuck in his craw, rankled him, and made him genuinely want to punish her but that was stripped away by the look in her eyes. The beautiful tempestuous seductress that was his daughter. No wonder so many men had paid for her, to look at her, to partake in the sensuality of her flesh. She was a vibrant vixen, and she belonged to him. The hand on her ass gave it another hard slap, before taking good firm grip, practically giving the pert cheek a shake as he whispered. “The things I would do to you, the things I will do to you, you have no idea. No idea of how…horrible…I can be.” There it was again, that hint that her father had a darkness to him, a twisted side that she had never seen before. Something abhorrent and maybe even a little shameful. He had been more than willing to hurt Liling, to fuck her ruthlessly. If he was willing to do that to the young woman that he raised, then what kind of other horrifying deeds was he capable of inflicting on the lovely flesh of a woman? His fingers moved purposefully, slipping under the cleft of her backside to brush over the slick folds of her cunt, and the following exhale from his lips shuddered with anticipation. Liling was in his lap, shifting across it, and she needed no imagination to feel that titanic prick growing to fullness against her stomach. The hand that touched her moved, pressing his palm flat against her pussy, the thick palm opening her legs a tiny bit more… …and then he spanked her slick folds. It came suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, lightning strike on a warm sunny day. The feeling of William smacking that wet skin, stickiness covering his fingers as he raised them back, and slapped her sex once more. His voice was determined as his other arm pressed against her upper back to keep her in place. “What about now, little girl? Do you think I am joking now? That this is a game?”​ ​ ​

 

[Pink.]

Liling felt something deep inside her respond to the warning her father growled. And he was warning her, truly, she knew it, she understood– but she could taste her interest on her tongue like dark chocolate– rich, bittersweet, and impossible to ignore. She wanted more of it, more of him. Especially the parts he kept so carefully tucked away. Don't goad me, his fingers cautioned as they dug into the soft flesh of her backside– pulling her cheeks apart and spreading her holes before sliding with purpose against her cunt. She sucked in her breath through the grit of her teeth and moaned, body tensing and hips pushing back against his hand as he pressed his palm against her eager cunt. His dick was pressing against her belly like a threatening reminder, and she felt her innermost muscles quiver from the memory of how unforgivingly he'd stretched her the night before– Liling could feel how wet she was by how smoothly his digits slipped between her silky lips, and for a brief, dreamy moment she thought he may be about to plunge his thick fingers into her bruised channel when a sudden jolt of electricity shot through her sex. Followed quickly by another. "Oh! No—AHH!" Her thighs tensed and shivered, knees bent and legs moving in such a way that there was no mystery to her battle against the instinct to shut her legs against his hand. She struggled against herself more than she fought against him. Her eyes watered, her lip pinned between her teeth as she pulled fistfuls of his pajamas bottoms into her hands to brace herself as she raised her stare to meet those deeply hungry eyes. Whatever part of Liling that had responded to the darkest pieces of Will's soul burned in her eyes. She was trembling against him, not from fear but anticipation. Her mouth curved into a lascivious smile. "This is definitely a game," she cooed, stretching across his lap like a cat, "and I'm winning."​

 

[Father Figure]

This was a quandary. The brat like attitude was something that most men had dealt with in some form or another, especially in the modern landscape which seemed to encourage such behaviors like it was a virtue. It was deeply irritating to William, because it always led down two inevitable pathways in his experience. Give the woman what she wants and let her purr like a kitten, much like Liling was doing now, reveling in her power over you and how you could be manipulated by the simple allure of pussy; or you played it cool and aloof, pushed the woman away so you could prove that you were strong enough to resist her, and she lost complete goddamn interest and moved on to a guy that would give in to her desires. And that was what William was facing as he gazes into his daughter’s dark smoldering eyes. A no-win scenario. There were few potential choices that could garner him success, what he wanted, as he found himself placed into this playful game. But then he found it, his mind locking onto the possibility, and he said what had to be the most outrageous thing imaginable with the circumstances being what they were. “You’re grounded.” His fingers paused on her slick flesh, a gentle touch that did nothing but torture in its neutrality. He could have rubbed her and provided some pleasure to go along with the delicious ache she was experiencing. He could have rammed his fingers inside, to force her to reflect on the choices she had made and the agony of penetration after the ruthless fucking he had given her. Or he could have slapped that cunt again as if he were trying to prove a point. Trying to tell her that he was not weak, which would have underscored the fact that he was. Yet he chose, actively, to merely place his hand against her and do nothing whatsoever in either direction. His deep voice continued. “I know you think that’s ridiculous, and you would probably be right. You have your money, quite a bit of it, far more than needed to do whatever you want. You’re an adult, you could flounce your cute ass right out of this house and never once look back. Hell, there are all sorts of people who would applaud you for doing so…,” his voice grew derisive as his thumb came to brace against her asshole. “You could post an Instagram story, telling everyone how mean I am. You could really milk it, maybe link it over to Twitter, sorry X, and they could tag my work account to get my fired. And then the dumb fucks over on TikTok could help you go viral while the idiots on Reddit made an entire subreddit simping for you. Is that about it, the state of stupid internet activism?” He paused and then pressed his thumb hard up into her young ass, pushing the entirety of it in before speaking again. “But you would not have me. I would not be part of your life. I would be gone. So, you’re grounded for the next two weeks. You stream only when I allow, you lose computer and phone privileges, and you say in your room unless I say otherwise. Now,” his voice grew hard. “Who is losing?”​

 

[Pink.]

GROUNDED? His statement had the desired effect. Liling's head whipped to stare up at her father, almond eyes wide and eyebrows nearly up to her hairline, but before she could give her retort, he said it for her. She could leave. She had enough money to take care of herself. She didn't need to be treated like a child by him. Each word he spoke fell against and seeped into her skin, into her blood, her bones. The warmth from his palm soaked into her sex. His lack of movement, the absence of friction, somehow more aggravating than the stinging slaps of his hand against her overstimulated pussy but she couldn't manage to push and rub herself back against him with his other hand braced and anchoring her upper body against his thigh. His thumb started to shift, sliding up past the slick lips of her bare and abused cunt to center over the pucker of her asshole… Her squeal was sharp and sudden as if she'd been branded. She bowed her body and tried to pull her hips forward and away but there was no escape or relief from the sudden intrusion into her unprepared backside. She hardly caught her breath before she was whining at him– shrinking back from her attempt to throw her proverbial weight around with a shivering breath. "I'm sorry! Ow! I'm sorry–oww!! Please!–" She was frozen, like a kitten or puppy scruffed, body held hostage by the whims of her parent– Except Liling could say no. She could tell her father to fuck off, pound sand, take his thumb out of her ass and sit on it himself but… That meant losing him. For real. The temptation to challenge him was there, to see if he would truly stick to his word and have nothing more to do with her but the risk… She shook her head, pouting up at him as she lowered her feet back down to the deck, toes gripping the wood as she tried to will her body into relaxing. "Daddy, please, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry."​

 

[Father Figure]

There was a measure of intense satisfaction In Liling’s acquiescence to his demands, but that was just another trap that could be used to ensnare him. That measure of having overcome the adversity, of having put her properly in her place, would just serve as a catalyst for him to grant her mercy. And mercy would be just another win in his daughter’s book. Like a man formulating stratagem, William once more came to a decision point in the tree, and he examined his options. Pleasure would be forfeit, Acceptance would be loss, and Punishment would be reprimand when she had ceded ground to him. No, none of that would do in the slightest. He needed her to be sorry, compliant, suffering, and thankful all in one fell swoop. And the answer was already there in her wriggling red rump. There was only one thing he had not done with her, only one final hurdle to overcome, and it checked off every aspect that he required. And that was when her Daddy scooped her up like a feather, standing up out of his chair and casually taking a few steps towards the balcony railing before sitting her down, taking her by the hips, and swiveling her to face away from him. It was all happening so mind numbingly fast, surely Liling would think the victory was hers, and that she was going to get fucked like the good girl she was. “Stay quiet now, we can’t have the neighbors hearing you.” It was easy enough for him to push down what little clothing he had, freeing that massive prick, the heavy weight slapping against Liling’s backside like he was intending to beat a drum with it. One hand took her by the shoulder, forcing her over the rail so that all she could see was the landscape below. And then he mounted, but not that slick smooth slit. Instead, William swiped the head of himself upwards over her folds, smearing a bit of that liquid honey, but his path continued until the head of him found her backside. He held there, poised, and he did not thrust. That would be far too malicious an action, and he loved her even if he was doing this. Yet he still applied pressure, the thick bulbous tip of his shaft held tightly, his hips locked so that he provided a steady foundation, and the hand on Liling’s shoulder braced her back. There was nowhere to go against the unrelenting force, and eventually physics would have its way as that poor girl’s backside began to yield. No amount of pleading, no amount of wriggling, and no amount of tears would cause William to grant reprieve. And agonizingly that young bottom stretched wide enough to accommodate the flared head of her father’s cock. Only a little over eight more inches to go. ​

 

[Pink.]

She was in the air just as soon as Will pulled his thumb free, her gut twisting with doubt that she was going to be offered any sort of reward for her apology, though the position he put her in suggested she was about to be fucked. His hands on her hips, his warning in her ear rough and warm like sun-baked gravel… she couldn't help how hot it made her. Something about being overtaken, being helpless— Her fantasies had always been like this. Manhandled. Bent over. Fucked no matter how hard she struggled, begged, cried— The fantasy, versus the reality, were quite different. At first she was nearly ravenous. The weight and friction of his fat cock against her sore, slick folds made her whimper eagerly in response, her hips pushing back against him– —the realization struck just before the searing pain. Her screaming was strangled by her efforts to remain quiet, not wanting to alert the neighbors anymore than he did, but that pain had to go somewhere. Tears burst, heavy and sudden. Her body pulled desperately away with the forward curl of her hips but there was nowhere she could go. The pain worsened, and Liling choked on a sob. Her right hand gripped the railing, knuckles white, nails chipping against the wood and her left reached back to press against his abdomen near his hip as if she could somehow slow or stop him— Liling's body finally succumbed, relenting and with a burst of fire and lightning in her tight, little bottom, the tip of him speared inside her. "Plea– no, stop–please!" Her voice was a whine, hoarse from the scream burning like acid in her throat. A scream she held within her, for both of them. Pain was a funny thing for Liling. It wasn't something she enjoyed so much as she endured, but there was a dynamic in place between her and her father that had started so naturally… a dynamic wherein Liling found a euphoria in the suffering she experienced for his pleasure. Once he was past the initial inch, there was nothing to prevent him from sinking all the way inside her body; her ass gave no resistance to his assault. Her weight was nearly entirely off her toes by the time her tiny frame was cradled by his pelvis, his hand on her shoulder anchored her so she wouldn't topple over, but her eyes opened wide, staring down at the landscaped yard below and the fear of a sudden fall gripped her. Liling used her hands against the wailing to brace herself, her torso bowing backward so that her spine and shoulders were flush against his chest, and the shift of his cock inside of her from the new angle pushed a deep moan from her lips. "Slow! Please– slow, slow, slow–"​

 

[Father Figure]

There was a sickness permeating somewhere deep inside of him and he had to find some way of dealing with that fact. Guilt gnawed at the edges of his consciousness like a relentless tide eroding the shore, quiet at first, but unyielding in its persistence. This was someone he loved, but these were also actions he could never take back. Nor did it seem that Liling wanted him to do so, the young girl reveling in the debauchery and degradation that he forced upon her, and that sickened him just as much. The guilt was there, but it was laced with something darker now. Inevitability. He had hurt her his daughter. And as sure as the sun would rise tomorrow, he knew he would hurt her again. The knot of shame that he experienced when his cock pulsed at the sound of her desperate voice, the way his body trembled as she bowed underneath his horrific onslaught, just underscored the perverse nature of the actions. And she asked for it, she taunted him, she obeyed and struggled to keep the scream within her petite frame. That was the simple truth, that Liling was a willing participant in these disgusting deeds, and he loved her even more for it. His perfect, beautiful, little, fucking, whore. “Shh, shh, it’s okay…it’s okay…” Which is why he provided his angel some mercy, his hands easing their hold, though he did not retract that shaft. He could see the trembling flesh, the way she flailed in uncertainty at the fact that she was against the railing. She was never in any danger but supporting her came naturally. His arms moved to encircle her slim body, raising her up a little as he lowered his head down to kiss one slim shoulder. It would have looked endearing if it were not for the penetration of that mammoth cock working its way inside of her. He turned his head, tilting it against hers as he made soft shushing noises, the kind of noise a parent would make to calm the young during a thunderstorm, and yet the persistent horrifying ache of his erection continued to spearhead within her. Yet he also gave her exactly what she wished, he took it slowly, so slowly. Each inch began to be measured as a unit of time as opposed to distance. A twisted designated crawl of suffering as her father made her take every bit, her rear end opening to accommodate that pulsing erection, until his hips placed themselves flush against her backside. His voice was so soft, still deep, but the tenor had changed. As if her willingness to take what he did to her was proof of the affection that she had for him. Proof that she was willing to obey, to give, to be everything he could have wanted. And that proof was what eased the guilt, satisfied that lustful hunger, and turned her Daddy so gentle. Like a beast being scratched behind the ears. “There, there baby…look at that…can you feel how deep I am? Can you imagine how good it feels for me, to have you shaking, to feel you trembling with me inside of you? You’re so…,” he breathed out with a deep sigh across her throat. “…perfect.”​

 

[Pink.]

12345Shh, shh– She could feel the rumble of his baritone sink beneath her skin just as his arms coiled around her and pulled her against his chest. One hand reached up and gripped at his forearm, the other still anchored against the railing for the time being, though her arm seemed to tremble with the indecision to push further back on his cock or pull her over the edge to escape. Her eyes pinched closed against the onslaught of fresh tears, her cheek turning into his as he cooed encouragingly. It felt so fucked up to soak up his affection as much as she did, but Liling couldn't help herself. His praise was everything. "Oooh—mmmmno, no, no–ohhh!" Her protests remained soft, carried by the whimpers and moans until he was completely inside her. Dark eyes snapping open as her head fell back against his chest, his breath wrapping around her throat as her hand finally released its grip on the wooden railing to press against her stomach. She could feel the slight swell from his cock buried deep inside her and shivered. What they must look like— Liling, toes barely brushing the ground, held aloft by the upward push of her father's hips and the circle of his arms, her stomach rounded by the invasion of his cock… Will, overwhelmingly bigger and stronger than her, ruthlessly spearing into her ass as she cried and shook against him…​ "Slow– gentle, please, Daddy— gentle," she pleaded with a moan weighing heavily on her breath, her head turning to seek a kiss as his hips started to shift. Fuck. He wasn't even in her pussy and somehow it still ached and throbbed from his invasion, but the pain was somehow satisfying– like pressing her fingers into a bruise until she shivered. Her eyes parted heavily, black eyes stared unfocused toward the yard, riding the sensation of his arms wrapped securely around her torso as he started to pump his prick in and out of her poor, abused bottom. "No, no– please, wait– ow, Daddy, wait, please! You're too big, please! It hurts—"​

 

[Father Figure]

Relentless. If the young woman in his arms thought that he was going to stop, she was sorely mistaken, but he could allow the briefest of reprieves to grant her some small measure of indulgent consideration. She had asked for slowness and what he provided was essentially stillness. A man who was not willing to move, but instead basking in the sensation of her trembling flesh as she pleaded and suffered in his name. That was what truly brought on that arousal, how she was completely at his mercy, and yet she did not deny him but actively offered. Her desperate search for acceptance of what he was doing could not be found in the yard below, and so those hands upon her raised her so that his chest was flush against her back. His arm wrapped around her, and he kissed her shoulder with a small gentle brush of his teeth, before one hand came between her trembling thighs and sought to provide her pleasure while his cock provided ache. Those fingers slid themselves along her labia, his forefinger on one side and his ring on the other, molding her lips against his middle finger as he began use his wrist apply friction. Up and down, he went, a slow massage of her bald slit, and he sighed out in need but still did not take his fill. What he could also do was provide her the yearning support she required, and as his lips found hers part of him recognized how much he needed that support as well. A soft desiring sound left his throat as he took away all of the noise, captured her voice against his tongue and savored the taste of her pleading, and he moaned back in turn. A singular moan as his body ached to continue fucking the young woman, but he refrained from doing more. The motion that let him ensnare her in his arms forced William’s hips slightly back, so a few inches slid free, leaving him mostly within Liling, but still providing another piece of mercy to the poor young woman. And her Daddy kissed her, so lovingly. A molding of his mouth to hers, a lesson plan in intimacy. His tongue flickered out across hers, guiding her into something deeper. It was laying claim, reminding her of exactly who he was and how he would not countenance her brattiness, and yet it was a reward all the same. Maybe her father intended to keep fucking that beautiful girl’s rear end, but at least he was showing her love. Maybe, it was a draw at this point. The kiss broke and he whispered softly. “Ssshhh, there, you did it. You’re so good, that’s it…Daddy won’t fuck you, not yet, it’s up to you now. You can do it, take me all the way…”​