1. Emily is Online Now


    Date: 10/12/2023, Categories: Incest/Taboo, Author: bynice90sguy, Source: Literotica 

    ... his gaze expertly, running her hands deliciously over her bra, sliding them down her waist, her fingertips finally meeting at her base of her black lace panties, gently prodding and kneading her camel toe. She hooked her thumbs under the elastic, making as if to push her panties down, but not actually doing so.

"This microphone doesn't work properly. Can you hear me?" she asked.

"Yes", James typed.

"Are you on your knees?"

"Yes", James typed. He was sitting in his office chair when he typed that, but got down onto his knees immediately.

"Good. Like what you see?"

"Yes."

"Yes,Princess Emily."

"Yes Princess Emily."

"Tip me." James hesitated. He wanted to stay in her private chat for longer, and if he spent his credits on a big tip, he wouldn't have enough for more than a few minutes with her.

"Go on, it's my birthday," she said.

Not until next week, Emily. You'll be twenty-two.

"I don't have a lot of credits left", James typed.

"Top up. Now."

James added another £500 worth of credits. He sent her a gift, using up all of it.

"Happy birthday, princess," he typed, and before she could respond, he closed his Chrome session. He sighed a quivering sigh.

* * * * *

"Em's coming up for her birthday on Tuesday," said Paula from behind the Financial Times. James poured himself a second cup of tea. Paula lowered the newspaper with a snap and glared at him.

"Sorry," said James, teapot in hand. "Did you want another cup?"

"Did you ...
    ... hear what I said?"

"Yes, yes, I know," said James with mild irritation. There was a pause, then he realised why Paula was glaring at him: "I'll move my computer out of her room this weekend," he added.

"It's only for a few days, then you'll have your office back." Paula resumed reading. "Your 'office'..." she snorted quietly behind the newspaper.

Paula rose, lifted her laptop bag from the floor and shouldered it. "Okay, I'll be back around nine tonight. There's a late meeting with New York. They're probably laying on food, so no need to leave me any supper."

She kissed him quickly, and left.

James worked from home. He was a writer, once prolific, now, less so. In fact he'd had writer's block for the last two years. But the royalties from his previous works still provided a reasonable income. Paula was earning really well, so his royalty payments went straight into their pension fund. Or so Paula thought. In fact, he was secretly diverting them into a personal bank account, which paid for his sessions with cam models.

A few weeks ago James had been browsing LiveOrchid; his rapid, impatient scan through the many pages of images stopped abruptly when he noticed the profile picture of a sultry-looking model he hadn't seen before; she was wearing black nylons and high heels, facing away from the camera, with one foot on the floor, and her knee resting on a sofa. This presented what the model had clearly seen as her best features: her firm round ass and her long, ...
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