Daughter’s night with daddy [Incest] [FM] [FPV]

Mm, after your mommy is out after drinking down half a bottle of wine, I’d love to sneak into your room, peeping through the door and catching you in a shirt and no pants with your hand under your panties, looking at people having sex on the internet. When you hear me knock and the door creak, you try to quickly change the tab and take your hand out of your pants, looking back and seeing me “turn around the door” to look in.

“Daddy!” you blurt out angrily, “you should knock before you enter!”

You notice that I’m half-naked, my hairy chest bare to you. You blush a little and look away as I respond, “mommy’s knocked out in bed. I saw the light on and thought I’d look in on you.”

You stand up and march to the door intending to slam the door on me, but you catch me looking down. You realize you’re just in your panties and blush beet red. My eyebrow raises and you look down to see that your panties are soaked from rubbing yourself and your shaven pussy is almost visible through them.

Ch. 2: My nymph, Emily. [MF] [BDSM] [Older/Younger] [Spanking]

The weeks passed by and the exuberance of youth entered my life. In public, Emily acted like a shy, innocent angel; we walked down the street with her hiding behind me with her arm wrapped around mine. She blushed at the idea of introducing me to her friends, “I can’t let them know I’m with an older guy!” But everything changed when it came to behind closed doors. Her inner devil came out: a fiery and demanding girl that begged to be played with, who loved to be watched, who found joy in giving pleasure. I quickly found how vast and broad her imagination was, the fantasies she held secretly in her mind, and the things she could do with her tongue and her hips.

With her newfound sexual freedom, Emily began to demand more and more from me, deciding what we’ll do in bed, how she wants to be touched, when and how we’ll meet. I loved the energy she brought into my life, but I was beginning to feel that I was become an object of her amusement, not the one leading her along her sexual journey, the mature one taking care of her. Perhaps, maybe even a little resentful of her dominance — I wanted, needed, her to be my submissive little girl. It was then that our relationship stepped into the next stage.

Ch. 1: My nymph, Emily. [MF] [Exhibitionist] [Older/Younger]

The way the shadows played over her skin only made her look more gentle, more innocent. I loved the way she looked at me, her eyes looking at my pleadingly. She knew how to play the part, the sweet girl who’s never done anything like this, but the thin veil of a disguise didn’t deceive me, I knew she liked being subdued, after all, we’ve been at this for months. It wasn’t new to have her tied down to an ottoman, her ample cleavage squeezing over the edge, her hands tied back behind her.

It was a surprise when I met her, just some random hook up from an app, “19 year old [F] [straight], seeks strong, older man [25-35]” Just an innocent girl looking for a more mature partner that would treat her with more appreciation and care. Of course, trying to find a man on a local sex matching app doesn’t bring many savory types — I just happened to be surfing after a dry spell and I guess a dumb quick attempt at humor, “are you sure you’re old enough to be on here?” and willingness to meet publicly allured her to me.