Reiner's mouth went dry. There was a ringing in his ears.
"Oh, Emily... please, no. What are you talking about?"
She sat forward on her knees and put her hands- so smooth and delicate- on his thighs. His daughter's hands were so soft and warm and he'd kissed them when she was little, oh fuck. She brought her face close to his and he tried not to look at her tits, her beautiful young tits with a drop of his semen hanging from her left nipple.
"You're going to fuck me, Dad," she said, and flecks of his cum flew from her lips and spattered on his and he tasted himself and the realization brought new tears to his eyes. "You're going to fuck me, and," she paused to run her tongue along her lips, tasting his cum, "and Elissa is going to record it on her phone. You having
sex
with your own daughter. And if you don't want it getting out, you'll do whatever I want, whenever I want it. Do you understand?" She brought her face closer until their lips were nearly touching and he could smell her breath and his jizz and her spit and his erection felt like it was going to break him in half. "You're going to
die
inside me, Daddy."
He squeezed eyes shut and nodded, broken and pathetic.
"Good," she said, and flicked out her tongue to tease his lips.
He groaned, and his entire body was on fire. He knew his face was red and he could feel sweat dripping down his forehead. He was shaking as Emily rose and stood before him.
"Look at me," she commanded, in her voice that sounded so much like her mother's.
Like trying to wake from a nightmare, he forced his eyes open and took her in.
Beautiful. Horribly, hellishly, obscenely, perfectly, beautiful. Black hair that drifted down past her shoulders. Pale skin and plump lips that she got from her mother. A delicate jawline that looked like you could shatter it with a firm grip. His eyes. His nose. Oh, fuck, he could see himself in his daughter and he was going to be
inside
her. Oh, fuck, oh, fuck.
She was topless, and her body wasn't taut and firm the way Elissa's was. She was soft and flowing and her tits weren't huge, they were perfect, fuck they were perfect. Pale small nipples and he was sure they would taste perfect, too. She had a few moles on her belly that contrasted against the whiteness of her flesh and that-
fuck
- that, too, was perfect.
Reiner whimpered and, from her position sitting in the chair facing the desk and watching them, Elissa laughed. She sat there, smiling wryly with her phone out, the lens pointed at father and daughter. Her ankles were crossed demurely.
Emily was indeed topless- her unbuttoned shirt was carelessly thrown on the surface of the desk and Reiner realized she had come to his office without a bra- but she still wore a pair of tight black leggings. They fitted her like skin and as his gaze traveled downward, he saw a darker patch at her crotch that caught the light and he realized with horror and aching insane lust, that she was wet. She was barefoot, her socks and shoes piled by the desk.
He moaned, utterly miserable and utterly aroused.
She stepped backward and rested her bottom on the edge of his desk.
"Daddy," Emily said, leaning back on her elbows and displaying her tits, "time to man up." She tilted her head, her grey eyes sparkling with mischief. "Come here and take these off me." She pointed to her leggings.
He clenched his teeth and rose, his pants falling around his ankles and his enormous hard-on straining at her. He grunted and awkwardly stepped out of his pants before approaching her. She watched his every movement like a predator, and, that, too, he found irrationally erotic. She was the hunter, and he was her prey. He glanced at Elissa sitting in the chair and saw she had drawn her knees up and was idly stroking her crotch.
"Oh, fuck," he muttered.
"Get moving, you disgusting pervert," Emily commanded. As if a punctuation, she idly caressed the underside of his scrotum with her soft bare foot.
He came.
He hissed and collapsed forward, just barely catching himself on either side of her dangling legs. He felt his balls clench like fists and his cum spurted out onto the top of her foot and the bottom of the black leggings. He gasped. It wasn't as shattering as the first time, but it wasn't the orgasm of a middle-aged man, either.
"Ooooh, Daddy, you nasty,
nasty
sicko," she giggled, tilting her head back. She lifted her leg and dragged it up his body, smearing his warm ejaculate on his belly. Elissa moaned, and unable to look at his daughter and