Emily is Online Now - Sex Stories

Emily is Online Now

... well-toned legs. Her face wasn't really visible, but gave a hint that she was very pretty, and quite young. She claimed to be twenty-one years old, which looked about right. She called herself "BrattyPrincessM". This girl was his type, for sure. And she was online now. He clicked the image, and...

...there she was, perched at the foot of a bed in a bright, anonymous room, smiling happily. She wasn't wearing nylons, her legs were bare, and she wore a short red dress. He stared in shock. Emily's doppelganger? Then he knew for sure it was her. He recognised her dress, which Paula had got for her for a ball that the family had been invited to last Christmas. She looked demure, and sweet; she looked innocent, charming and intelligent. She looked like... his beautiful daughter.

He lurked in her free chat, along with a few dozen others. She typed "welcome jimmy40". James didn't notice. He was trying to come to terms with what he was witnessing. Why was Emily doing this? Then he realized; it was his fault. It was that row he'd had with her, shortly before she'd left for university last year. They'd ended up screaming at each other. He recalled the last words he'd shouted before Emily had run out of the house, wheeling her suitcase behind her:

Find someone else to mooch off, you ungrateful brat. That's it! You hear? No more fucking money for you. You're on your own now. Now piss off, and start fucking learning about the real world!

James slumped on his seat, fingers over ...

... his mouth, breathing heavily. He glanced up at the chat log; a few people had typed lewd appreciations of her sexiness, someone asked her if she did CBT, and there were a number of "want to fuck u hard" type of comments.

The last message on the log was hers: "How's your day jimmy40". He'd got her attention, because she'd seen that he had credits in his account, and was therefore worth pursuing.

"not so great," typed James.

"come in pvt i'll make it better," she typed. Then she looked into camera with a flirtatious smile. She was looking straight at James, and she knew it was him. Or so it felt to him.

James returned her gaze. Emily switched on her microphone: "Now, Jimmy."

Unthinkingly he entered private chat with her. She switched off her background music.

"Good boy Jimmy. Can you hear me ok?"

"Yes", James typed.

"I'm Emily. But you can call me 'Princess Emily'."

"Ok Princess Emily."

"And you're Jimmy?"

"Yes Princess Emily."

"I'll call you James. Okay, James?"

"Yes Princess Emily".

"Switch on your cam, James."

"I can't".

Emily didn't insist, to James' relief. He stared at his daughter. But it wasn't his daughter, it was someone else. Yes, she wasn't his little princess Emily, she was --

-- His dick uncurled rapidly, and with a heart-stopping thrill, he took in the sheer perverse eroticism of the situation. What a story! What a story he could write about this! He almost felt like ending the session and starting to write it ...