Home alone finally…at least he thought he was…goes into his office turning on his computer to see if the girl he had so fallen in love with was there…his heart racing in anticipation…there she was…he couldn’t help but feel the way he did about her… her words, her ways, touched a very special place inside him making him feel more alive and loved then he had felt with his wife in years.
They chatted for what seemed like hours…each time having a different role they play…he was more and more drawn to her…his hard bulging mass was now trapped in his pants…he needed to relieve it… “Oh fuck I need to feel her around my cock” he thinks to himself…taking matters into his own hand…closing his eyes…stroking every inch of his raging hard on slowly.
“Oh gosh I have to stop this I have work to do”… turning off his computer trying to get his thoughts on something else the throbbing in his cock would only allow him to think of one thing and one thing only… Her, and how badly he wanted to feel her pussy swallowing his hard mass whole, sucking it in deep.
He knew then she owned him…his hand slipping back around his cock…stroking it faster…”god damn it I can’t do this…this isn’t possible she can’t own me this badly” loud moans beginning to fill the room.
”Yes daddy she apparently does” shaking his head in disbelief of the voice he just heard …he sits still for a moment only to hear it again…”she whom ever she is…she owns my daddy!”
“ Emily…I’m so sorry baby…how long have you been there?” Trying to cover his very stiff erection.
”Long enough daddy…I heard it all and I saw it all” walking toward him…you don’t have to hide it from me daddy what I saw was beautiful.
“Damn I knew I should have closed the door…I thought I was alone that’s why I didn’t, you never should have seen your dad like that” blushing in embarrassment.
”Daddy I love you” she whispers in his ear softly…tell me daddy tell me who she is…her hands slowly working down his chest…she stops at his nipples…tracing them gently with her nail tips.
”OHHHHH EMILY PLEASE…please don’t do this, I can’t” standing up walking toward the bathroom still with his raging hard on covered and out of his daughters sight, “what the hell was I thinking…she’s my daughter” starting the shower, thinking the cold chill of the water would help clear his mind.