My two daughters
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				Title: <strong>My two daughters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Clock</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 16:32:16</strong>
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				To the outside world John had the perfect life.&nbsp; He looked young for his 40 years of life.&nbsp; The only thing that gave him away was the slight salt and pepper color to his hair.&nbsp; He stood 5'7", weighing about 155lbs.&nbsp; He had a well paying job as Vice President of Sales, and lived quite comfortably.&nbsp; His wife was still beautiful and their 17 year old daughter was smart and athletic.&nbsp; However, under the surface things were not as they seemed.&nbsp; His wife was secretly having an affair with a co-worker, and hadn't slept with her husband in months.&nbsp; She would take long business trips and "work late."&nbsp; At first John missed it, till he started surfing around online.&nbsp; He found his kinks were darker than he could experience with his wife.&nbsp; <br><br>This was a safer alternative to John.&nbsp; He could get the sexual release that he needed, albeit without the pleasure of a partner in the flesh.&nbsp; It also afforded him the luxury of not having to worry about being caught, a messy divorce and then Alimony.&nbsp; He had every intention of putting his daughter through college and whatever Master's program she wanted.&nbsp; She was his special little girl.&nbsp; He stopped working when she was born because his wife Heather made more money at the time.&nbsp; He stayed home till she started school.&nbsp; When she was little Daddy was her world and she was his.&nbsp; <br><br>He was spending more time roleplaying online.&nbsp; At first it was just master/slave stuff or run of the mill adultery.&nbsp; Then something happened, one day he found a partner looking for a daddy.&nbsp; It sounded hot, dark, and taboo, and from there out he started roleplaying with her, forming a relationship, being her daddy both in a roleplay sense and in an online sense.&nbsp; Several times a week they would meet online.<br><br>It was one morning when he was late for work, after playing with his "daughter" online that John left himself logged in.&nbsp; He was a bit forgetful, and not incredibly tech savy.&nbsp; He liked the save password feature and thought if he always logged off, no one would be the wiser.&nbsp; Plus everyone in the house had their own computer.&nbsp; <br><br>His Daughter Emelyn walked into his office after he left for work, and sat down at his computer so she could print out her homework.&nbsp; She saw the conversation that was on the screen, reading the last exchanges.<br><br><strong>Julie_wants_Daddy:&nbsp; I'm going to put on the white boy shorts, right after we sign off.<br><br>Daddy: Excellent my little slut.&nbsp; No playing with that cunt of yours till we talk tonight.</strong><br><br>Scrolling up, reading it from the top.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Daddy:&nbsp; Morning Julie, sleep well last night?<br><br>Julie:&nbsp; &nbsp;Yes daddy I did.&nbsp; I really enjoyed our roleplay.&nbsp; I was so wet when I crawled up in bed,&nbsp; I grabbed my vibrator and thought of you.<br><br>Daddy:&nbsp; Good slut, I came hard too last night thinking of you. We'll have to do more of that, our little live sessions and some roleplaying.<br><br>Julie:&nbsp; Anything that allows me to spend time with Daddy<br><br>Daddy:&nbsp; I don't have much time before work today, but I should be home tonight around 7:00.&nbsp; Are you ready for me to pick out today's clothes<br><br>Julie:&nbsp; Yes daddy<br><br>Daddy:&nbsp; Alright, go with the white boy shorts, khaki shorts, and you can choose your top for the day.&nbsp; <br><br>Julie: Yes daddy<br><br>Daddy: I'll be thinking about you all day my little girl<br><br>Julie: Awe shucks daddy, you're the best daddy ever.<br><br>Daddy:&nbsp; You're the best daughter ever Julie,&nbsp; Daddy's perfect little slut.<br><br>Julie_wants_Daddy:&nbsp; I'm going to put on the white boy shorts, right after we sign off.<br><br>Daddy: Excellent my little slut.&nbsp; No playing with that cunt of yours till we talk tonight.</strong><br>-----------------------------------------------------<br><br><br>John drove to work that day imagining Julie standing naked in front of her mirror sliding on the clothes he instructed her to wear.&nbsp; He loved the feeling of control over her.&nbsp; The feeling of being needed, He loved the thought of her cumming when she was alone in her bed picturing him in his head.&nbsp; It made his cock hard as he drove, and he couldn't wait till he got home later.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then he would roleplay something fun like her stripping in front of him, sitting on his lap, bending her over his knee, feeling the smooth soft skin of her ass, and lovingly spanking it till it was bright red, and she was wet.&nbsp; It was definitely going to be hard for him to work today.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My two daughters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 20:36:44</strong>
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				Emelyn frowned at her lap top barely resisting the urge to drop kick the blasted thing across the room.&nbsp; Granted it wouldn't help with her problem, in fact being in pieces would make it impossible for it to find the wireless printer hooked up her her dad's office, but the action would make her feel a hell of a lot better.&nbsp; Her fingers drummed uselessly over the keys for a few more minutes before she gave up with a soft irritated growl.&nbsp; The teenager wasn't exactly a technological wizard, she didn't need to be, a soft 'but I don't understand' some pouty lips and the light brush of her breasts against their shoulder and there were dozens of boys willing, eager even to help her out with whatever problem she was currently having.&nbsp; Sadly there were none at hand.&nbsp; <br><br>With any luck dad's computer would still be on and she could just e-mail the paper to herself and print it out from his desk top.&nbsp; Pleased with her plan Em padded barefoot out of her room and lightly knocked on the office door, a needless precaution since she'd already heard her Dad's car pull out of the garage, but it never hurt to be sure.&nbsp; A small smile curved at her lips as she curled up in the big leather office chair in front of his desk a few quick clicks taking the computer out of hibernation mode.&nbsp; Gah her dad was even less tech savy than she was! She started to close the conversation window he'd left up, but mid way to that tiny x her hand froze on the mouse, her eyes widening as she inadvertently read the end of the log.&nbsp; What ... the... fuck?<br><br>She read those last two lines over again, her slender body stiff and rigid in the chair her eyes riveted on the screen. Then slowly, almost against her will her finger moved on the little scroll button in the middle of the mouse, flipping up to the top of the chat window.&nbsp; Her face began to flush a soft red as she read the brief chat her father had engaged in before work.&nbsp; The son of a bitch (sorry grandma Newlan) was having an online affair?!? It took a minute for her brain to wrap around that, her dad, the guy who pretty much raised her while her mom worked insane hours in a law firm, the man who up until a few years ago used to tuck her in almost every night, had some perverted little fantasy world with this Julie bitch? It had obviously been going on for awhile, and he obviously liked it.... it was beyond belief.&nbsp; Her initial reaction was to send 'Julie' a blistering message about fucking around with married men and to get a god damned life life instead of whoring herself out on the internet. In fact her fingers even typed the first sentence out, banging harshly against the keyboard.&nbsp; But with a unhappy sigh she deleted it, that would open one huge can of worms, she'd have to explain to her dad what she was doing looking through his private conversations.&nbsp; No she'd have to find a better way, maybe she could talk to mom, or ask her friends if they...<br><br>The sharp shrill of her alarm cut through the house signaling that she quite literally had fifteen minutes to get dressed and be at school.&nbsp; Swearing under her breath Emelyn put her father's computer back in its sleep mode, snapped her laptop shut and ran to her room. She hurriedly pulled out a pair of jeans from her dresser, hips wiggling as she pulled them up even as she hopped over to her closet pulling a shirt almost at random from the hangers there. The sports bra that she'd worn to sleep in did nothing for her slender figure, but she didn't have time to change, hell she barely had time to run a brush through her thick auburn hair, tugging the lightly curling strands into a sloppy knot at the back of her head.&nbsp; A quick dab of concealer/moisturizer got brushed over her face and her lips received a thin coat of gloss and that was it, she was running down the stairs and out the door, a pair of bright sandals ensuring that she didn't even need to worry about socks.<br><br>Her car was an electric blue beetle which she'd received brand new last year after passing her driver's exam.&nbsp; Her mom may have officially bought her the car, but she was pretty sure her dad had been the one to pick it out, he certainly had been the only one who bothered teaching her to drive, and he was the only one who thought to ask her things like her favorite color. Thinking about her dad brought that conversation back to her head and she slammed the car door with a little more force than necessary.&nbsp; <br><br>The whole day pretty much passed like that, Emelyn was uncharacteristically short tempered and distracted, she kept picturing her dad at his computer masturbating with some random whore on the internet while she and her mother slept yards away.&nbsp; It was disgusting, it pissed her off to no end... and the panties that she'd been wearing that morning were still damp with arousal.&nbsp; Despite how wrong it was, and though she refused to admit it even to herself, the conversation WAS hot.&nbsp; As a teenager words like slut and cunt were still on the forbidden list for her, and the thought of her father using them to dominate another woman both fascinated and repelled her.<br><br>Telling the coach that she was sick and going home to rest up wasn't exactly well received, but as she was generally a good kid and didn't miss practice often he let her go without too much fuss, besides it was still technically the off season, and she did look off. And so Em was home hours early, well before her father would be returning from work.&nbsp; Her mom was working some big case and didn't usually get home until late in the evening, and usually she and her father just kind of fended for themselves in the evening, take out or microwave whatever while they did their own thing around the house.&nbsp; But now that she knew exactly what her father was doing with those free evenings Emelyn was determined to put a stop to it.<br><br>She wasn't a whiz in the kitchen, but even she could throw together baked chicken and potatoes, and so when her father DID arrive home it was to a home cooked meal and formally set dinner table.&nbsp; Be home at seven to talk to Julie more? Ha she begged to differ! It was time for she and her father to have a talk, Julie could damn well wait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My two daughters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Clock</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 21:26:26</strong>
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				John got into his BMW, and pulled out of the driveway.&nbsp; He noticed his daughter's blue beetle in the driveway and smiled. He remembered how happy she was the day she got it.&nbsp; He loved being an attentive father and was thankful for the time he got to spend with her growing up.&nbsp; He was a bit saddened that when she became a teenager, he was no longer her hero, but that was the natural progression of things.&nbsp; Kids grow up, and if you raised them right, they are happy, you're happy and you all love one another.<br><br>He pulled out his Blackberry and began his morning calls to his sales force.&nbsp; The company wasn't large, but there was more than enough work to go around.&nbsp; He was liked and respected.&nbsp; John always tried to be fair and give someone the benefit of the doubt, but if he thought you weren't being honest with him, he'd have no problem terminating a person.&nbsp; He believed it wasn't fair to the other people who were there putting in their time and effort.&nbsp; Most of his calls were touching base, seeing how leads were panning out and if anyone needed any additional support.&nbsp; He never saw himself as a sales person and was not a master of of the hard sell, but somehow it was something he was good at.&nbsp; <br><br>After he finished up his calls, he looked at his calendar to see what else he had going on this week.&nbsp; He loved his Blackberry.&nbsp; It contained everything he needed to know about his life in one little place.&nbsp; He was surprised to see Em didn't have any games this week, but then he realized it was the off season.&nbsp; With all the practicing she did, it was hard to tell when it stopped.&nbsp; He was so proud of her dedication to something.&nbsp; He had a few more minutes before he got to the office and thought of calling his wife, but decided against it.&nbsp; She left early and said she'd be in court all day.&nbsp; Their marriage was now mostly just that of being roommates.&nbsp; <br><br>He arrived at his office said hello to everyone, grabbed a cup of coffee and settled in for his morning meetings.&nbsp; He paid attention as best as he could, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Julie.&nbsp; He knew a little bit about her; Dallas, mother, unhappy in their marriage as well, always loved the idea of being a daddy's girl.&nbsp; They exchanged real first names, and some pictures, but that was it.&nbsp; Phone calls were not a possiblity.&nbsp; This was just going to be some online fun.&nbsp; He justified it like porn.&nbsp; He did get off from it, and so did she.&nbsp; It wasn't like they were committed to each other.&nbsp; Well anymore then being her "daddy."&nbsp; To be there for her when she needed to talk to someone for both the naughty parts and the "I wanna feel special parts". <br><br>He pictured her putting on the clothes he told her.&nbsp; Imagining that she dressed slowly in the mirror.&nbsp; Moist from the thought of doing what Daddy wants.&nbsp; The mere thought of it made him hard.&nbsp; Some days she would be online in the middle of the afternoon.&nbsp; He had hoped this was one of those days.&nbsp; At first he had a hard time reconciling having an online daughter, and a real life one.&nbsp; &nbsp;He knew he would never touch his daughter, and didn't think of her in that way. Although, one time after he started talking to Julie, he did let his mind wonder, picturing Em doing the things that Julie was typing.&nbsp; God he came hard that time, but he would never admit that to anyone.<br><br>It was only a couple of hours later, that things finished up.&nbsp; He went and grabbed lunch and sat down in his office and logged into his chat, and couldn't believe his luck, there was his Julie<br><br><strong>Daddy:&nbsp; There's my slut<br><br>Julie:&nbsp; DADDY!&nbsp; I'm so happy to see you<br><br>Daddy:&nbsp; Me too.&nbsp; I wish you were here<br><br>Julie:&nbsp; Visiting you at work.&nbsp; Wearing a super short skirt as all your coworkers looked on<br><br>Daddy:&nbsp; You come in to my office.&nbsp; I lock the door behind you, pulling you close, wrapping my hands around your back feeling your skin through your clothes as my hands move down pulling the short skirt up, finding out&nbsp; you took your boy shorts off.<br><br>Julie:&nbsp; Mmm I love feeling daddy hold me.&nbsp; Wrapping my arms around him, biting down on his ear.&nbsp; Whispering, "I came here to make you feel good."<br><br>Daddy: Oh how is that?<br><br>Julie:&nbsp; Stepping away from you, I grab your hand and lead you back to your desk.&nbsp; pushing you down in your seat.&nbsp; My hands reaching down and undoing your belt.&nbsp; <br><br>Daddy:&nbsp; You love daddy's hard cock</strong><br><br>*&nbsp; John was so hard as he typed to her.&nbsp; His cock leaking precum.&nbsp; He thought of jerking off at the office but knew if he got caught he'd be ruined.<br><br><strong>Julie:&nbsp; Yes I do daddy, pulling that hard cock out of your pants.&nbsp; Moistening my warm lips as I take the tip of your head, my tongue teasing the underside<br><br>Daddy:&nbsp; *Groan spreading my legs, giving you an unobstructed access, My hand running through your hair, grabbing you by the back of the head, encouraging you lower.<br><br>Julie:&nbsp; I love the feel of your hands in my hair moaning into your cock as I go lower, taking all of your cock in my mouth.<br><br>Daddy:&nbsp; God I'm so hard in real life<br><br>Julie:&nbsp; Someone's white boy shorts are a little wet from that idea Daddy<br><br>Daddy:&nbsp; I'd love to play some more but I have to get back to work.&nbsp; I can't wait till tonight<br><br>Julie:&nbsp; Me neither.<br><br>Daddy:&nbsp; Remember no touching that cunt till tonight I don't want you distracted<br><br>Julie:&nbsp; Yes Daddy<br><br>Daddy: Talk to you tonight, Julie&nbsp; *Kisses your forehead<br><br>Julie:&nbsp; *Kisses daddy back, talk to you tonight</strong><br><br>John closed the window, and decided to go out for the afternoon and visit some clients.&nbsp; It was coming up on renewal time for his company's software, and every little bit helped.<br><br>It was around 4:30, and he decided to head home.&nbsp; He was surprised to see Em home already and first thought that something might be wrong.&nbsp; Quickly parking the car in the garage, he entered the house from the garage which entered through the family room.&nbsp; "Em, where are you? I saw you were home already.&nbsp; Is everything alright?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: My two daughters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 22:33:38</strong>
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				She'd just gotten dinner in the oven and ran up stairs to change when her father pulled into the driveway early. "Here.." her voice shouted easily through the house and he could tell that she was probably up in her room.&nbsp; A few seconds later she emerged, still pulling her white tank top down over her rib cage.&nbsp; The thin cotton hugged her body tightly and it was clear that she wasn't wearing anything under it, lets face it bras weren't all that comfortable and her small breasts were perfectly shaped not really needing the support.&nbsp; Bright green gym shorts showed off her tanned legs, the small split in the material on each thigh decorated with a running mustang, her highschool mascot.&nbsp; She'd pulled her hair out of its customary pony tail and the long thick strands waved around her bare shoulders framing her oval face.<br><br>Her face split into a wide smile as she saw him, bare feet padding down the stairs as she met him in the living room."You're home early too, I could ask you the same thing.." Her smile faded as she remembered that he was probably rushing home to talk to Julie, dark blue eyes narrowing at the thought.&nbsp; With a small shake of her head she cleared her throat turning toward the kitchen.&nbsp; "Nothing's wrong, coach just wasn't feeling great and we got a day off." Ok so she wasn't a great liar, especially when it came to her father, but it was a pretty plausible excuse and she didn't think he'd call her on it. <br><br>"I've got dinner in the oven already, it should be ready in like an hour or so... I was hoping we could have a Daddy/Daughter evening.&nbsp; Everybody in this house is so busy all the time I feel like I don't really know you guys any more, and since mom is off... doing whatever she does in that damn office all the time that leaves just you and me." For some reason Em found her voice wavering at the end of that little speech.&nbsp; So her mom was a workaholic who barely noticed she was around and her dad had taken up some online fling with what she hoped was a balding fat man in Alabama, she damn well wasn't going to start crying like a five year old because her parents weren't perfect.<br><br>Taking a deep breath she turned around to face him, fingers knotting the fabric of her shirt together at the hem, a nervous tick she'd had for as long as she could remember.&nbsp; "Please Dad..." She didn't know what she'd do if he turned her down on this, she was trying so very hard to give him the benefit of the doubt, but if he copped out of spending time with her to talk to Julie she might very well blow up, a confrontation that neither of them would enjoy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My two daughters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Clock</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 03:06:47</strong>
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				John was happy to hear his daughter announce her presence and that she sounded in good spirits.&nbsp; He looked at the days mail while he waited for Em to come down, "bill bill bill junk mail" he mumbled to himself.&nbsp; There was never anything interesting in it.&nbsp; Out of the corner of his eye he saw her coming down.&nbsp; He noticed her exposed tummy first, young and sexy, and then covered by the tank top that covered her young perky breasts.&nbsp; He liked the way her hair was kind of unruly and natural as she pulled it out of the pony tail.&nbsp; He wasn't going to lie to himself, he did find his daughter sexy, but mostly attributed it to a dad loving his daughter.&nbsp; It took him a second to notice the color, white, the same color he told Julie to wear.&nbsp; He chuckled to himself, nothing more than a coincidence he thought.&nbsp; God he was horny, and was paying more attention to his daughter than he normally would.&nbsp; He hoped to get home and jerk off before anyone else was around, but Em beat him too it.<br><br>"I finished up early from doing some off site visits and thought I'd just come home rather then head back to the office.&nbsp; You're a pleasant surprise to see."&nbsp; With her answer he was happy to hear that she was everything alright."&nbsp; Though he did notice the quick change from her smile and her attention turned to the kitchen.&nbsp; <br><br>As she announced she made dinner he was both happy and curious.&nbsp; He heard her reasoning, but wasn't buying it.&nbsp; He thought that there must be something else to it.&nbsp; Something happened at school, or with a boy, or a friend.&nbsp; He knew his daughter needed him now and that was all that really mattered.&nbsp; Online fun is well fun, but here was someone he truly loved who needed him.&nbsp; It was nice to be needed, and know someone loves you, even if they couldn't love you in every way.&nbsp; Real life and the responsibilities that come with it always comes first he told himself.&nbsp; Something's not right with his little girl, and it's his job to fix it.&nbsp; He'll just send Julie a message that he'll be a little late.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well whats for dinner honey?"&nbsp; Smiling and pulling her close into a hug.&nbsp; His light gray dress shirt and tie, pressing against her skin and tank top.&nbsp; "An old fashioned Daddy Daughter evening sounds like fun.&nbsp; Do you have anything planned beyond dinner?"&nbsp; Following it up with&nbsp; "I can stay with you till 9:30 before you need to go to bed, and then I have some work to do." He thought to himself that would be a nice compromise.&nbsp; Spending time with her, and still being online with enough time to spend it with Julie. <br><br>"I'm just going to run upstairs to my office, and send a few emails, and then I'll get changed and we can begin our Daddy Daughter evening.&nbsp; Give me like 20 minutes ok?"&nbsp; John let go of Em and turned around and started heading for the stairs.&nbsp; He continued to undo his tie, and shirt as he went upstairs into his office.&nbsp; Sitting down at his computer he logged into Hayoo chat and saw that Julie was offline;<br><br><strong>Daddy:&nbsp; Real life came up, need to be a little late tonight, see you around 9:30</strong><br><br>Next he pulled up one of their steamy conversations.&nbsp; He started to read it, his cock getting hard as the visualizations started to form in his head.&nbsp; A roleplay where he fucked his daughter on her bed, and for his birthday, she left him fuck her in the ass for the first time. As he read the transcript, occasionally Em would pop into his head, and he would quickly push it out.&nbsp; It only took a few moments till he came. He quickly cleaned it up, logged out, and went into his master bedroom to change.&nbsp; Returning downstairs wearing a pair of cut off jogging shorts and a black tee shirt, and a pair of ankle socks.&nbsp; He went into the kitchen looking for Em preparing dinner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My two daughters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 23:16:26</strong>
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				Slender arms wrapped around him as he pulled her in for a hug, and she clung on for a few seconds longer than normal.&nbsp; The warm bulk of his body was strong and reassuring, and she definitely needed it after the wildly emotional day she'd had.&nbsp; Her over active imagination had worked up all sorts of things: her parents were headed for a divorce, she'd be forced to live with her mom while John moved off to live with Julie.&nbsp; Julie would move in and try to replace not just her mom, but her too, she'd be forced to listen to the two of them fucking in every room of the house and ... ick just ick.&nbsp; Her parents might not have the best relationship, but at least she never had to hear them doing the nasty ... she wasn't&nbsp; even sure the two of them had sex any more, which was probably the reason her Dad was getting some internet action instead.&nbsp; For every disturbing alternate future she'd thought up for her family there had been a flash of her father running his fingers through HER long hair, whispering to her that she was such a good slut for him, and those had been even more unsettling.&nbsp; He was her FATHER, and she knew that she was way out of line even imagining that.<br><br>With a small sigh she finally did pull back, head tilting up to look at him, "Lemon chicken and baked potatoes .. nothing fancy but it should be pretty good.&nbsp; I didn't have anything specific planned for after, maybe we could watch a movie or something..." Giving a faint shrug she stepped back, unable to stop herself from frowning when he mentioned having other stuff to do tonight and that he'd be down in twenty minutes or so.<br><br>She walked over to the oven to check dinner's progress; everything was coming along nicely, but she slammed the over door with far more force than necessary.&nbsp; Work to do ... yeah right.&nbsp; She was pretty certain that he'd be barricading himself in his office to talk to Whore Julie, in fact she was pretty sure he was up there talking to her right now telling her that she would have to wait a little longer to cum, and that thought pissed Emelyn off to no end.&nbsp; <br><br>It took a series of deep breaths and some reminders that she had no proof and might be getting all worked up over nothing, but she managed to calm down by the time the telephone rang shrilly.&nbsp; She answered it within two rings, barely glancing at the caller ID.<br><br>"Hey mom .... no really? Working late again? I'm shocked .... no I am not being uppity, you work late ALL the time.&nbsp; Why don't you just start calling when you ARE going to be home like a normal mother .... whatever I know you're busy, and its not a guilt trip its the truth.&nbsp; Dad and I will be here and we can take care of ourselves like always... yeah I'm sure you do." And with that she hung up not bothering to tell her mom that she loved her back, she didn't even know her mom any more, and if doing whatever she did at the firm was more important than her family she could damn well deal with it. <br><br>She seemed a little startled when she turned around to find her father standing there.&nbsp; Briefly she wondered how much of the conversation he'd over heard, but then she decided it didn't really matter, he already knew her feelings on the state of their family. "Umm ... that was mom.&nbsp; Guess what, it's just you and me tonight." Her attempt to summon a smile was a pretty big failure and she took a few steps toward him, her body again pressing against his in a tight hug head resting on his chest.&nbsp; She seemed content to stay there like that until the oven timer went off signaling that their dinner was ready.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My two daughters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Clock</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 03:58:29</strong>
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				John was leaving his bedroom when he heard the door slam on the oven.&nbsp; Something was definitely wrong with her.&nbsp; He wanted to walk downstairs and have her tell him what it was right there.&nbsp; However, she was a teenager, and when push came to shove, he knew she wouldn't tell him the truth. <br><br>He stopped at the bottom of the steps as he heard the phone ring.&nbsp; He was out of sight of Em, but could still her her side of the conversation.&nbsp; Yep that was his wife, Heather.&nbsp; Several months ago she decided she wanted to make partner at her law firm.&nbsp; She told her husband it would require long hours during the week, and she'd have to start learning golf so she could better fit into a man's world.&nbsp; Of course that would still leave her Saturday's free.&nbsp; However, that was her personal day, and she'd spend it at the spa and with her girlfriends shopping.&nbsp; She'd come home late at night and most nights just sleep on the couch.&nbsp; She'd get up and shower in the master bedroom, get dressed, and leave.&nbsp; If she woke up John, shed give him a quick kiss, and an "I love you" and leave.&nbsp; On the weekends, she was tired and sore when she crawled into bed.&nbsp; At first promising it would be better when she made partner, now John didn't really care about himself.&nbsp; &nbsp;What really bothered him was the way Heather's relationship with Em had deteriorated into nothing.&nbsp; John always believed that a mom and daughter should have a strong special relationship, and now it looked like Em had taken a backseat as well.&nbsp; Not once had Heather invited Em out with her to shop, or spend the day at the spa.<br><br>He approached Em quickly to see if Heather wanted to speak to him, but Em hung up before he could get the chance.&nbsp; "Uh guess she didn't want to talk to me?"&nbsp; John said trying to make light of the situation and not yell at Em for hanging up on his mother.&nbsp; It seemed she was not in a good mood to begin with and he wasn't about to jump on her back. After all this was a "Daddy Daughter" evening.&nbsp; "It's okay, I know what she was going to say." He said trying to console his daughter as he hugged her tightly.&nbsp; Slowly starting to yearn for her in a way that a dad should not.&nbsp; <br><br>He held onto her for another minute, till he started to feel an uneasy stir in his shorts.&nbsp; The smell of her hair and the feel of her chest pressed against his was a bit much for him.&nbsp; He stepped back, looking her in her face.&nbsp; Since my wonderful daughter is making me dinner.&nbsp; "How about I set the table and make a fresh pitcher of Iced Tea?"&nbsp; He smiled as he said these words, it was easy to say since he did adore her.&nbsp; <br><br>He walked over to cabinets and set the small breakfast table for two, next devoting his attention to making a fresh pitcher of Iced Tea.&nbsp; Trying to take her mind off of whatever was bothering her, he tried to start a conversation.&nbsp; "So Em, any scrimmages coming up?&nbsp; I know it's the off season, but coach always seems to find a way to keep you guys busy."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My two daughters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 01:00:00</strong>
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				For a second she thought she felt his hands tighten on her, pushing the embrace from a father comforting his baby girl to something .. different.&nbsp; Different, but not bad, she wasn't the one to pull away he did that all on her own and her head tilted questioningly as she looked up at him.<br><br>Reference to his 'wonderful daughter' caused her to smile and she nodded, "Sure, tea sounds good to me." When he moved off to get that ready she set about finishing up things on her end, pulling their dinner from the oven to cool a little on the counter before being plated.&nbsp; Bare feet padded soundlessly over the kitchen floor as she got sour cream and butter for their baked potatoes from the fridge her body brushing along his as she squeezed past him to the table. <br><br>"Nothing this week, but on the 18th the St. Martin girls are coming over for a few games.&nbsp; They've got a new coach and he wants to see what they've got.&nbsp; Is it bad that I get a distinct thrill from kicking the crap out of those Catholic snobs?"&nbsp; Her innocent expression was at odds with her statement, but he could see the devilish glint in her eye as she talked about crushing the private school's team of privileged little rich girls.&nbsp; Em had a fiercely competitive nature ...which was one of the reasons discovering he had another online daughter bothered her so much. <br><br>With a flourish she finished transferring their dinner onto plates and she set them down on the small table that he'd already arranged.&nbsp; "Voila!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: My two daughters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Clock</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 03:10:50</strong>
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				The catholic school girl reference pushed a button reminding him of something Julie told him in a chat.&nbsp; "Uh no there is nothing wrong with it."&nbsp; John said continuing,&nbsp; "Competition is what drives us, pushes us to achieve more and be better people.&nbsp; Just as long as you don't make it too personal, It should be about you getting better, and not destroying your opponent you'll be fine."&nbsp; Finally adding,&nbsp; "If you like I could probably get out of work early and check out your game."<br><br>"Dinner smells delicious."&nbsp; John said as he leaned in to take a smell.&nbsp; Next he filled Em's glass with Iced Tea before his own.&nbsp; He started to take a few bites of his food.&nbsp; Not wanting to push the issue of what was bothering her.&nbsp; The other thought that was running through his head was that he was having second thoughts about postponing with Julie tonight.&nbsp; <br><br>He tried to remember if Em was dating anyone.&nbsp; She had guy friends, but he honestly did not pay close attention.&nbsp; The thought of someone having sex with his little girl filled him with anger.&nbsp; He decided to take a stab in the dark,&nbsp; "How are things with um&nbsp; What'shishead?
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				Title: <strong>Re: My two daughters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 04:47:08</strong>
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				It took all of Emelyn's will power not to ask him if he didn't have more important things to do than come to her scrimmage evening.&nbsp; Depending on what team got fielded games could go on for a long time, coaches not so much worried about winning, but rather giving their girls a good work out and finding weak spots in the team, he might be late again for a meeting with Julie.&nbsp; Still she managed to keep the quip in, just giving him a small shrug and murmuring a quick 'Thank you" as he filled up her glass.&nbsp; <br><br>She moved over to her chair curling up there comfortably, both of her legs crossing on her lap yoga style, like many teenagers she seemed incapable of sitting at the table in a 'normal' fashion.&nbsp; Beginning to eat with slow efficiently she seemed somewhat startled by his question, her fork clattering on her plate before she retrieved it again.&nbsp; Her half hearted shrug was back as she snagged another bite of potato.&nbsp; "You mean Kevin?.... He's a huge jerk face and is fucking some girl named Amber who I hope has a disease to share with him.." her fork stabbed into her chicken breast with far more force than needed.&nbsp; Granted the two of them had never been seriously dating and she really hadn't been all that broken up when she heard that he was seeing someone else. But today it was just a reminder of another guy in her life who cared more about spending more time with some whore than with her.&nbsp; She didn't even bother apologizing for her language, she was angry with her Dad and if he had a problem with it well... too bad for him!
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				Title: <strong>Re: My two daughters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Clock</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 19:37:00</strong>
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				John was surprised, at the way her attitude changed from the beginning of her answer to the end of it.&nbsp; He played with his food for a moment while he thought of how to respond to his daughter who had just tried to kill an already dead chicken breast.&nbsp; He thought she was lying about how little Kevin meant to him.&nbsp; This must have been what was bothering her so much.&nbsp; <br><br>He reached across the table grabbing her hand, a sober look across face. "Em, it's okay.&nbsp; Some people just aren't meant to be together.&nbsp; There is someone out there who will make you happy.&nbsp; Who you'll be each other's whole world, just look at your mom and I..."&nbsp; Oh how John wanted that to be true, but he knew it wasn't and he was reasonably assured that Em knew it as well. "Ok no more relationship talk tonight.&nbsp; Kevin and your mom don't exist.&nbsp; It's just us two."<br><br>John started to eat his meal again.&nbsp; Feeling like he was a good dad.&nbsp; Then his Blackberry rang, he looked down and saw it was his secretary, Kathy.&nbsp; "Excuse me, for a moment."&nbsp; John said getting up and walking away a few steps towards the back door. <br><br>"I wasn't expecting to hear from you again so soon, What's up?"&nbsp; He said as he answered the phone.&nbsp; <br><br>The sound of a woman's voice came through, but not enough to identify the caller, or what she was saying. <br><br>"Well we can look into it later tonight."&nbsp; He continued,&nbsp; "Just having dinner with my daughter."&nbsp; <br><br>*Mumble Mumble<br><br>John laughed.. "Ok OK, later tonight.&nbsp; I'll tell her you said hi."&nbsp; <br><br>"It was a surprise." More talking from her end.&nbsp; "Well listen, I hate to cut this short, but I really need to run." <br><br>With that John hung up the phone and returned to his seat.&nbsp; "Kathy says Hi.&nbsp; We're working on the CEO's surprise birthday party on Friday and need to get a few details ironed out.&nbsp; I told her we'd finish up later."
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				Title: <strong>Re: My two daughters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>13-05-2010, 00:28:00</strong>
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				Her head snapped back almost as though he'd physically struck her, hand jerking away from his at the mention of modeling her love life after his and his wife's.&nbsp; Yeah right, if he was so happy with mom why was he getting his rocks off with some bimbo on the internet? No thank you, she would wait until she found a guy who would be into HER and not just looking for a quick orgasm.&nbsp; Still she didn't say anything as she picked at her dinner her appetite pretty much lost. <br><br>She gave up all pretense of eating when his phone rang and she heard the distinct sound of a female voice on the other end.&nbsp; Watching as he rose from the table she literally dug her nails into the smooth skin of her thighs, needing the physical pain as a reminder to keep calm and to keep herself from jumping up after the table and throwing the damn blackberry out the patio door.&nbsp; Couldn't the woman leave him alone for five minutes? Did she have nothing better to do than ruin Emelyn's life? <br><br>Listening to his conversation, her head bowed slightly, thick curtain of her hair falling around her face as she tried to fill in the unknown coming from the other side of the phone.&nbsp; Was the slut rambling on about how wet the panties he'd picked out for her were, and how she couldn't wait for him to get back on line to have fun with her? Her head jerked up when he said that'd he'd tell her hi, and a frown curved at Em's lips as she watched him one eyebrow arched questioningly.<br><br>"Oh .. Kathy ..." a relieved sigh escaped her before she could stop it, her nails easing from their death grip on her skin, leaving red crescent marks just below the high hem of her track shorts. She was quiet for a few seconds before raking her hair back from her face in irritation, "look Dad, I know you said you didn't want to talk about mom tonight, but I can't help it ... I don't want you two to get divorced. I LIKE my life.&nbsp; I don't want to have to live with her and have some lame visit with you over the summer.&nbsp; Are you .. happy here?"&nbsp; She looked so completely miserable as she pushed back her chair, looking over at him pleadingly.&nbsp; she'd been careful not to mention Julie or the fact that she knew about her, she was still working on coming to grips with that and didn't want him to know about her snooping just yet.&nbsp; What she needed was reassurance that he wasn't going to go anywhere for the time being. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: My two daughters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Clock</strong> on <strong>13-05-2010, 02:45:28</strong>
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				John sat there silently for a moment.&nbsp; He had really misjudged what the problem was.&nbsp; It wasn't about some boy that Em was interested in.&nbsp; It was about his relationship with Heather.&nbsp; He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment as he thought about what to say to his daughter.&nbsp; He found the words forming in his head and right as he opened his mouth to speak a thought popped in his head.&nbsp; What did she know that she wasn't saying?&nbsp; If he pressed she might, well she probably wouldn't be honest with him.&nbsp; <br><br>Was his wife cheating?&nbsp; Thinking about Cheating, or just generally unhappy.&nbsp; They were definitely not in wedded bliss, that much was certain.&nbsp; John leaned back in his chair, studying his daughter's expression hoping to glean some tell from her, but all he saw was his scared little girl.&nbsp; He leaned in and put his elbows on the table folding his arms across one another, ready now to finally speak.<br><br>"Em, first don't worry about my happiness, OK?&nbsp; Second your mother and I are not headed for divorce, seperation or any other type of arrangement, and your life and your friends will keep on going the way it's going.&nbsp; We love you very much, and would give anything in the world for you."&nbsp; There that sounded good as he replayed the words in his head.&nbsp; &nbsp; Pausing for a second to try and make light of the situation,&nbsp; "And why would you want to live with your mother, and not me?&nbsp; I'm hurt.&nbsp; I spent all those years tucking you in, and not to mention the dirty diapers and you pick her in the divorce."&nbsp; Smiling at her, trying to make the whole idea seem silly.<br><br>"Now let's finish dinner and get on with our Daddy/Daughter evening".&nbsp; He said as he took another bite of food.&nbsp; IN the back of his head he wondered what Heather may really be up to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My two daughters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 11:51:19</strong>
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				"Please, mom's a lawyer, you'd be lucky to keep your socks in a divorce let alone get custody..." Emelyn tried to smile, but part of her thought that was a valid point. She made a fairly crappy mom, but the woman could wrap a judge around her little finger like nobody's business; it was almost creepy to watch and after observing one court session for a class project awhile back Em had no desire to ever see it again. <br><br>She tried to go with the flow and finish the meal, but really all she did was shred her remaining chicken into a small pile and push the other food around the plate.&nbsp; When he finally looked like he was done she smiled, pushing her chair back and unwinding her legs with a small pleased sigh as blood rushed back to her formerly upturned feet.&nbsp; "I do worry about you being happy though Dad, you telling me not to isn't going to change that.&nbsp; It's kind of how it works when you love somebody.." padding over to him arms wrapped around his shoulders in a quick hug, soft breasts pressing into the wall of is back even as she placed a loud smacking kiss on the top of his head.&nbsp; "But don't think that gets you out of kitchen duty! I cooked you get to clean up." Her dismal mood seemed to have faded again into the background and she grinned at him impishly.&nbsp; There wasn't really all that much to do, she'd already cleaned up the cookware while he was upstairs, but their plates and stuff needed to be rinsed before going into the dishwasher and the table had to be cleared.<br><br>"I'll go pick out a movie and get it ready.&nbsp; Meet me on the couch in five minutes Sir!" Who knew she could be such a demanding little thing? With another grin over her shoulder she bounced off into the living room, the sound of her rustling around, turning the tv on and such could be clearly heard from the kitchen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My two daughters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Clock</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 18:05:53</strong>
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				John's mouth hung slightly open as Em made the assessment that mom would clean up in any divorce settlement.&nbsp; He couldn't exactly argue with that point.&nbsp; He half hoped Em would have finished her thought with, "But don't worry, I'd still choose to live with you.&nbsp; He wondered what exactly what his wife was up to. What high priced client was she working with right now, twisting and bending the truth to meet her needs.<br><br>John noticed Em was still fumbling with her food, but decided not to press it.&nbsp; She was a grown woman, well almost and when she wanted to eat she would.&nbsp; He was hungry and plus she did a good job cooking the food, and he felt like if he didn't eat he would be making a bad situation worse. <br><br>"Thanks honey, that means a lot to me." John replied as Em told him she worried about him.&nbsp; "I know there is nothing I can say that will change that, but your Dad will be ok."&nbsp; The feeling of her arms and body wrapped around him, felt warmer than what a normal hug should be.&nbsp; He tried to dismiss it as his imagination.&nbsp; He focused in on the feeling of her soft breasts pressed into his shoulders.&nbsp; He reached up with one hand and grabbed her arm.&nbsp; &nbsp;"He laughed to himself thinking that if this was some cheap roleplay he was doing online, she would get down on her knees now and look up at him and ask if she could suck his cock.&nbsp; "Please please daddy, let your little slut suck your cock."&nbsp; He closed his eyes and enjoyed that thought for a moment before letting go of her arm.&nbsp; <br><br>The loud smack of the kiss brought him back to reality quickly and her orders about the dishes brought back memories of her growing up, when she would make a deal and run off before you could even accept, or offer a rebuttal.&nbsp; Like when they were at the park growing up and she say, "We can leave after I ride the slide 3 more times."&nbsp; And then go and run off before he could say no.<br><br>He leaned back in the chair and took a few deep breaths, then shot up out of his chair grabbing the plates and glasses.&nbsp; He took them to the sink and rinsed them off before putting them in the dishwasher. He looked around the kitchen to see if anything else needed tidied up.&nbsp; Just to be sure, he wiped down the counter, and made sure everything was put away.&nbsp; He wondered what movie they would be watching tonight.&nbsp; He washed his hands and headed into the living room sitting down&nbsp; on the sectional with Em, one cushion between them. He pulled the ottoman over with his foot and plopped up his feet.&nbsp; "And what's tonight's feature presentation?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: My two daughters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 11:29:32</strong>
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				"Gratuitous violence and copious amounts of eye candy for me!" There was unrestrained glee in her voice as the opening music from 300 filled the living room, the bright splash of fake blood filling the flat screen tv.&nbsp; Em was already sprawled out on the couch, managing to take up pretty much all three cushions, but when he entered she obediently did a half sit up giving him room to sit down at the end of the couch clearly intending to use his lap as a pillow.<br><br>She was pretty sure he'd already seen the movie, she certainly had, but they'd never watched it together and it seemed like the perfect fast paced distraction for the night.&nbsp; Emelyn gave a small approving purr at the sight of a ripped Gerard Butler in his barely there Spartan attire, her head tilting slightly to look up at her dad a few seconds later.&nbsp; "Daddy can I have one? Please? I will take ever such good care of him..." She tried to keep her voice light and innocent, but it was clear she was deliberately teasing him.&nbsp; He had this habit of viewing her as his little girl and it was fun to remind him that his baby was growing up and had a healthy appreciation for the male gender.&nbsp; Grinning she absently nuzzled his thigh, turning her attention back to the movie.<br><br>After awhile it became clear why she had never watched this movie with her parents.&nbsp; Somehow the sex scenes seemed immeasurably longer when in the semi-dark with your father, and there were times she scarcely seemed to breathe, debating with herself if she should offer to pick out another movie.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My two daughters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Clock</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 19:32:17</strong>
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				John sat there speechless as Em described the movie.&nbsp; Every time she talked like that it pushed his buttons.&nbsp; He wasn't into the movie, and hadn't actually seen it yet.&nbsp; Oh well, he figured he could just daydream movie away.&nbsp; When she put her head down on his lap he stiffened up, not expecting it, after a moment he was able to relax and adjust to her head in his lap, feeling her hair on his exposed skin.<br><br>When she asked for her own Gerard Butler, he smiled at first trying to think of something to say.&nbsp; He reached down and patted her head.&nbsp; "Oh you say that now, but the first time he makes a mess in the backyard, he'll be my problem.&nbsp; Plus, I think you're mom would want to play with him too."&nbsp; He felt awkward talking to his daughter about anything sexual.&nbsp; He had some fantasies and could picture his mouth sucking on those young perky breasts while he fingered her cunt, but to admit that she would have sex and that maybe she even craved it was too much for him.&nbsp; <br><br>As the movie progressed, he was shocked that such a movie would contain this soft porn and still get an R rating.&nbsp; He couldn't help but start to get aroused by it. He found it harder and harder to avoid paying attention.&nbsp; The additional pressure of her head on his lap didn't help either.&nbsp; He wondered if she could feel the slight movements in his shorts.&nbsp; <br><br>"Get up for a second honey, I need to run to the restroom real quick."
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				Title: <strong>Re: My two daughters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 21:00:48</strong>
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				It was dangerous really, laying there in the dark with her father their softly spoken banter causing lines to blur for her, it was hard for her to view him as her dad and authority figure and her response to his quip about her not being able to take care of her own Spartan was far more suited to a group of her girl friends. "Please, I would be happy to clean up any mess that man chose to make.&nbsp; Mom has you to take care of her there's no need for her to be selfish and want to play with my toys too.." She added the last in a sarcastic pout grinning up at him briefly before turning her head and attention back to the movie.<br><br>She could feel him shift under her as the barely dressed Oracle girl writhed upon the screen and it occurred to her that the girl resembled her somewhat with her auburn hair, slender body and still developing curves.&nbsp; However it wasn't until the king and his wife were together in bed, working their way through multiple positions and a shuddering climax that Em could be sure that she felt him hardening, his cock pushing up toward her even as she snuggled against him.<br><br>Nodding as he said something about having to go to the bathroom she slowly sat up allowing him to stand and move out of the room.&nbsp; She watched his retreating back clearly torn. What the hell was wrong with her? Had she really just been nuzzling her father's growing erection? Her thighs shifted experimentally and sure enough she could feel her wetness there, she'd pretty much been in an aroused state most of the day, ever since she read that chat log between her dad and Julie.&nbsp; She had to get herself together, this whole weird lust thing of hers wasn't going to help her rehabilitate her parent's relationship, besides it was just weird.<br><br>After a few seconds of hesitation she slipped her hand beneath the waist band of her shorts, her fingers immediately seeking out her hard little clit, strumming over it softly.&nbsp; Perhaps if she came she would be able to focus more on the task she'd set for herself.&nbsp; Watching the half naked men on the screen it didn't take her long to kick her body into the next gear, her breathing altering slightly as she worked her hand.&nbsp; Within a minute she was shuddering lightly, her eyes closed as or orgasm ran through her, but it wasn't one of the cut military guys from the movie that she was thinking about in that moment; it was her dad's face, her dad's body pinning her there against the couch.... God what was wrong with her?
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				Title: <strong>Re: My two daughters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Clock</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 04:28:54</strong>
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				John didnt' know if Em was trying to push his buttons, or if she had a lot of contempt for her mother.&nbsp; She seemed to think that Heather had John wrapped around her finger.&nbsp; And while it may recently appear that her mother was the one wearing the pants in the relationship, in the bedroom, at least when they had sex, he was the more dominant one.&nbsp; John really missed that. The feel of power, &amp; control.&nbsp; Not letting Heather cum till he was ready was one of his favorite things.&nbsp; John's mind was already in the gutter as he pictured a spartan covered in cum, and not just the spartan's own cum but his daughter's as well.&nbsp; And the comment about toys caused visions of vibrators to dance through his head.<br><br>He got up quickly and went to powder room.&nbsp; Looking at the sex scene on the TV as he walked out of the room.&nbsp; &nbsp;He headed down the short corridor to the powder room.&nbsp; He looked at himself in the mirror for a moment and took a few deep breaths.&nbsp; He thought about Jerking off in the bathroom, but what if Em came and checked on him.&nbsp; Plus he knew it wouldn't be fast and easy since he had just came before dinner.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked at his watch, and saw it was 6:45.&nbsp; He thought about telling her that he needed to go to work and see if Julie was around.&nbsp; However he promised Em they'd have a daddy daughter night, and he would keep his word. He relaxed as he tried to get his hard cock to relax, and splashed some cold water on his face.&nbsp; He toweled off, and once he felt like he had control of his body went to walk back to living room.&nbsp; His wife Heather hung a large mirror at the end of the hallway.&nbsp; It's reflection was that of the living room, which had artificially been darkened by the closing of the blinds.&nbsp; <br><br>He saw her hand inside the waistband of her shorts.&nbsp; At first he thought she was just scratching herself and wanted to give her a moment to finish.&nbsp; Till he realized that she was actually playing with herself.&nbsp; That little slut, he thought to himself.&nbsp; He watched her for the few minutes while she played.&nbsp; He loved watching a woman masturbate.&nbsp; He'd never seen Julie do it, only taking her word for it, but here was his daughter lost in her own pleasure.&nbsp; God what he wouldn't give to have his daughter masterbate for him every day.&nbsp; "Please daddy let me cum."&nbsp; He'd make her beg.&nbsp; "If I cum one more time, will you fuck me then?"&nbsp; He was demented, he'd admit it, and these last few weeks had only started to reopen the door.&nbsp; What he was watching here pushed the door open even more.<br><br>He watched as she finished.&nbsp; Giving her a moment to come back to her senses before he entered the room again.&nbsp; His cock was hard and he didn't care.&nbsp; If she was going to be ballsy enough to masturbate in the living room with the chance of being caught.&nbsp; Let her wonder why her dad's cock was still hard if she crawled up in his lap again.&nbsp; He smiled at her.&nbsp; "So miss any good action, or just more fucking."&nbsp; She picked out this movie to watch with him.&nbsp; Let's see if she was truly comfortable around her dad.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My two daughters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 12:20:20</strong>
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				Panting softly a series of small shudders ran through Em's body as the after shocks of her orgasm faded.&nbsp; Sitting up a little on the couch she wiped her sticky fingers on the inside of her shorts before removing her hand and scooting up a little on the couch.&nbsp; A quick glance at the screen told her that no more than a few minutes had passed while she played and she thought that she was still safe, not expecting her father back for awhile, and sure enough he came walking back in just as the scene shifted again, war rhino thundering across the screen only to fall dead at the feet of a ripped barely clad teenager.&nbsp; <br><br>One of her brows arched at his question and she offered him a slight shrug, "You make it sound like all there is in this movie is sex scenes ... you didn't miss one by the way, just lots of blood and some dramatic narration...." she thought about it for a moment and realized that there were no more sex scenes except the rape bit with the queen and the slimy politician guy toward the end but she thought it best not to mention that.<br><br>She wasn't as relaxed around her Dad as before, though it had little to do with the movie and everything to do with what she had just done there on the couch in his absence.&nbsp; Fingers wiped absently over her thigh but she still caught a soft unmistakable wiff of her own arousal from time to time as the movie progressed.&nbsp; Still she was determined to enjoy this Daddy daughter night and with that thought in mind she once more scooted over her shoulders pressing against his thigh her head draping in his lap comfortably.&nbsp; At least it would have been comfortably were his lap not tented by his hard cock.&nbsp; Em grew very still, cursing the fact that the room was so dark and she wasn't paying enough attention to have noticed sooner.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath she shifted her head down, resting it more toward his knee doing her best to pretend that that hadn't just happened. Had he been&nbsp; in talking to Julie? Was that why his dick was so hard? she found herself frowning slightly not even pretending to watch the movie as she tried to get ahold of herself, not just from the spike of anger which shot through her at her previous thought but also still from the lingering euphoria of her orgasm, her body still tingling.
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