On-line with daddy, and what happened next - Sex Stories

On-line with daddy, and what happened next

There are times when you object mockingly, whilst deep down you are thrilled to bits. My name is Sara and I am s*******n. Three years back I came home from school and walked in on my father, sitting in his underpants in front of our computer, chatting. I was surprised and curious, as I immediately thought the obvious, he was in a chat room and relieving himself. My father was split from mother, as she had taken off with a 'Toy-Boy', leaving daddy bitter and angry. As it was only us, as mother did not want me in her life, I got used to daddy's nights of release, he did jack-off a few times a week, he was unaware I could hear him doing so, the wall separating our bedrooms was paper thin. 'Hey dad, what are you doing', I asked inquisitively, my eyes dropping to his bare legs under the table, thinking I would see him, assuming I was right in what he was doing. 'Hey Sara', he replied with a nervous edge to his voice, 'just chatting love'. I put my bag on the chair nearest me and took off my jacket, dad watched me as I did so, and my approach up towards him. I bent down and gave him a daughterly peck on his stubbly cheek, my eyes scanning the display on the computer, my feminine instinct rising to the fore, as my eyes shifted to his exposed front, to see if I was right. 'These are just men dad', I suggested quietly, as I slid onto his lap, my legs sliding between his and pushing my bared thigh into his crotch. Dad responded by laughing and letting his hand cradle my bottom, and ...

... give it a gentle rub, I never objected as caressing my bottom, was something he had always done, we were close that way in our shows of affection. I was reading back and saw my name to a question, 'Do you have a daughter'? Dad had said yes, and gave my name and age. My head was resting on is shoulder when my finger traced that part of the conversation, and the flood of comments, including the word 'Fuck'. 'Are you being my Pimp dad'? 'Would you like me too baby', he turned his head and gave me a peck on my forehead? I could feel his body language change as he squeezed me slightly, and his hand on my bottom, caressed me a little more intimately, I could feel his finger trace my space between my cheeks. 'Take a look for yourself love', and as he spoke, he started to get up from the chair, and I could see he was indeed sexually aroused, 'Scroll back up the chat and tell me what you think'. Dad left the room and I immediately started doing as he suggested, and as I did, men had sent in photographs, where all the chatters, including daddy, had made comments of a sexual nature, as they looked at them, but I could see some of the girls were as young as I am, and men were talking about wanting to fuck us. When dad came back into the room I got up from the seat to let him sit down again, he hesitated, but eventually sat down and I resumed my position on his lap, this time though, I could feel he was hard and pressing against my thigh. 'What do you think darling', he asked me? 'Some of ...