Emily is Online Now - Sex Stories

Emily is Online Now

All characters are over eighteen. Tags, brat, tease and denial, femdom, findom, F/m, father/daughter, incest, foot fetish, hypnosis.

Part of my "Findom Camgirls" series.

Emily was online. She was chatting with one of her regulars, Jimmy40, who she called "James". The name was easy to remember for her. She liked James, and she felt like she could confide in him. She didn't need to act like a domme; he seemed to enjoy it when she spoke candidly about herself. As long as the session ended with some jerk-off instructions.

"I was like the gaffer tape keeping my parents together," she typed. She hoped James would know what gaffer tape was. She knew that he was from England, like her. In the US they called it duct tape. She'd learned that fact from a U.S. -based client called "TiedupTommy" who was into self-bondage. TiedupTommy liked to seal up his mouth with duct tape.

"yh breakups r a common side-effect of Empty Nest syndrome," James typed hastily, after tearing his gaze away reluctantly from Emily. He looked back up at her, her image filling his monitor. She picked up the keyboard which was lying on the bed beside her and typed rapidly with her delicate, red-nailed fingers: "never heard of empty nest syndrome but i get it".

Emily wiggled her toes close to her camera, which she'd set on the floor, angled upwards. She knew that James loved watching her wiggling her toes in his face. She knew all his kinks, but wanted to found out more about him. She could tell that ...

... he was well-educated, for sure; middle-aged, probably fat and ugly, she guessed, and with a small dick, which was why he always refused to open his cam. Or maybe he was super-paranoid about maintaining his anonymity.

James was neither fat, nor ugly, and his dick was nothing to be ashamed of. But he was understandably loath to switch on his laptop cam for her; she'd recognize her own father instantly.

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Emily was a popular model on LiveOrchid. Within minutes of coming online she'd have hundreds of guests in her chatroom, demanding her to show her tits, or to flash her perfect, round ass. She maintained a pleasant aloofness, but never obliged them. She knew her type: Submissive men who wanted to be teased and manipulated by a bratty princess. This type of guy would tip well, sometimes hundreds of dollars a night, and would come back to her regularly. James was a typical example, and one of her favourites. She actually found it a slight turn-on that she'd never seen him. Supposing he was actually a celebrity? Or maybe a super-rich banker? Nah, those sorts of guys would do it for real with real women, not jerk off pathetically to a screen. Which was probably what James was doing now; he hadn't typed anything for a while.

But James wasn't jerking off. He was staring at his beautiful daughter, his hard-on bursting under his jeans, with a mixture of adoration, lust and sadness.

Emily switched on her microphone and stood up slowly. She started gyrating, guiding ...