Emily is Online Now - Sex Stories

Emily is Online Now

... desire, he kissed her firm, young belly; a gentle, unambiguously sensual, lingering kiss. She didn't recoil. Instead, she held his head close to her.

With his face pressed against her warm, smooth skin, he felt himself losing control of himself... he wanted her. "Dad, this feels, a little weird," she said, but without letting go.

"I love you, Princess Emily" James whispered...

She pushed his ahead away roughly: "What did you just call me??"

He was weeping. "Princess Emily..."

"How, how did you...oh shit..."

James wiped his eyes and sat up straight. "I... saw you. On LiveOrchid... I didn't know it was you, so.. I checked. I mean I entered your chatroom. Just for a minute, I swear. Just to check. Of course, I was shocked, and so I left immediately. But afterwards I didn't know what to say, what to do..."

Of all the responses he expected, it wasn't her sudden burst of laughter.

"Oh my God, if Mum ever found out!"

"I promise I'll never say a word to her about you."

"No, I mean, if she ever found out whatyou did!"

James was too confused to respond. Emily stroked his shoulder and sighed, "Poor Dad. Busted."

"What??"

"Yeah. Poor Dad. Poor Jimmy40." She burst out laughing a second time.

"Jimmy40..." echoed James weakly.

"It's you, isn't it? I knew there was something familiar about you."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Look, I can trace the IP address. So just tell me the truth. Or tell me your laptop password."

James ...

... suddenly stood up and hissed, "Okay. Stop it. Let's just... forget it."

"Sure. Let's forget it. Shall I text you a link to the mic?"

James looked puzzled. Emily held the phone up. "Rode Broadcaster. Four hundred quid."

James tried to process her reaction to what he thought would be a bombshell revelation. "Emily, I know you must hate me, despise me. And that's why you're behaving like this. But I promise you, I hate and despise myself even more. I've never, I mean, I never once thought of you that way... I'd never do anything to hurt you, or..." "Oh shut up. I know you wouldn't. And I don't hate you. But believe me, I'm going to make sure you pay. And if it makes you feel better, you can think of it as a punishment for your sick incestuous feelings. But personally I'm cool with it. As long as you keeping tipping me generously when you're in my chatroom."

For the first time in his life, he didn't know his daughter. Or maybe, for the first time, he saw what she actually was: A cruel, manipulative bitch, who used him, and relished tormenting him. And he... enjoyed it?

"Emily, I can't go back to... I won't be able to face you..."

"Yes you will. You'll come three times a week from now on. I'll text you when I'm about to go online."

"Emily, please. Can't I just... I dunno, transfer money into your account? Why do I have to see you there?"

"You obviously don't get it. I'm in it to win it, Dad. I want to be model of the year. The more money I make online the ...