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Despite the new developments, Ivy’s life largely went on as normal. Her senior year was in full swing now, and soon Christmas Holiday would give her three, long, uninterrupted weeks with her father. Still still had Thanksgiving to get through first, and midterms, but in the interim she spent plenty of quality time with him at home. Neither of them had ever been much inclined to go out and spread their social wings, but now Ivy spent virtually all her non study or sporting hours at home, exploring the new reaches of her relationship with her father.
So far, it’d been more of the same. He would fuck her until she gasped for mercy, lick her pussy until she thrashed, or finger fuck her until she squirted all over him. She’d also learned even more about how to take him into her mouth, and he’d even fucked her face a couple times. The experience had been almost overwhelming, but she loved it, loved the raw sounds it drew from her Daddy’s lips, how he seemed so close to the edge of his control then.
She’d forged a note that said she had allergies that caused drainage into her throat for the school, and started carrying allergy meds in her purse along with some lozenges. If anyone noticed her suddenly more rough voice on occasion, they never mentioned it. She’d also not had anyone ask about the bruises she’d find from him littered across her skin, and she took steps to keep it that way by changing it more private areas in the locker room, or leaving her undershirts on until she could slip them off in the bathroom later.
Weekends had been mostly reserved for them even before they’d started fucking. He loved to take her to state parks to go camping under the stars, or on long road trips to see national monuments, or sometimes they’d just stay home and make big bowls of popcorn while they watched movies or played games. He sometimes had to work, and she sometimes had tournaments, or went out with friends, but usually Friday night was when Ivy knew she’d get to see her father very soon.
Since that night in her room, weekends had become even more interesting. That first time, he’d spent what felt like hours fucking her open over and over and over again. When he’d come, he’d let her rest for just a while, before he started up with his fingers and more lube again. He pressed in with three fingers, then four, and then finally curled up his thumb so he could slip that in too. When he’d first pushed his hand all the way inside of her, she’d come immediately and squirted all over him, sobbing in over-stimulation. Then he’d pulled back out and she’d done it all over again. It was so intense she’d cried, and he waited for her to calm before pressing back in. At the end of that night she’d been almost loose around him as he fucked her pussy for the last time.
The next weekend he’d played with her ass. She’d been a little curious about it, having heard around classes that it was a way to fuck without the risk of pregnancy even if the condom broke. That, and boys always seemed obsessed with it. The other girls were less enthralled, and she couldn’t think of anyone she knew personally who had done it. At least, none that would own up to it. Her father worked her open slowly, practically drowning her cute little hole in lube. Once he’d used a finger, he moved onto a set of toys that gradually got bigger and bigger. Each one was a skinny plug with a wide base, and they gradually got wider and wider until the largest one, which was a little over an inch around. By the time he’d worked that one into her, she’d been begging him to fuck her properly, in any hole.
She couldn’t wait to find out what he had planned for this weekend, and she’d been practically vibrating in her seat all day that Friday at school, eager for it to be over with. If anyone noticed, they probably simply assumed she was eager for the weekend as every other student was. The walk home had been brisk, last vestiges of the summer heat fading into true autumn as the weeks went by. Her pouting lips broke into a grin when she turned the corner and saw his truck in the driveway. He was home already!
Bounding through the door, she hurried to hang her coat on the rack and tossed her messenger school bag onto her bed. She first tried the kitchen, then the living room, and found them both dark and quiet. The laundry room was also empty, as was his bedroom, and the garage. A quick peek out the window said he wasn’t in the back yard or in the tiny shed, so she trotted up the stairs to check his office.
The door to his home workspace was slightly ajar, and the lights were on. “Dad?” She asked aloud, wondering where he was. Normally he would greet her when she came in, since you could hear the front door from almost every place in the house. Did he have headphones in or something? Usually he liked to play music on his wireless speaker, saying he’d done his time in the headphones when he was younger and now was going to listen to his music over the open air. She’d teased him about it.
“Dad?” She asked, pushing open the door and stepping into the office. It was empty, though clearly recently someone had been working here. The computer was on and she could hear the fan whir inside of it, the lights were on, and the window was open. There was a mug of coffee- He shouldn’t have that this late in the afternoon, it keeps him awake… she thought, absently as she scanned the rest of the ‘den’ as he sometimes jokingly called it. It was little more than a desk with his computer, some bookshelves with his textbooks and personal novels, and a large worktable they sometimes used to play big games like Monopoly.
She almost turned to leave and look for him elsewhere, but something was off about his computer. She took a closer look and gasped. The program up was a slideshow maker, and the current slide was titled “Internet Privacy for Naughty Girls”. Drawing closer, she read over it again to make sure she’d not somehow mixed up the letters. Internet Privacy? She combed her brain for things she might have done that deserved a powerpoint on. She’d never given out her real name and age to anyone online, or added any strange people to her friends list on social media.
She let curiosity get the best of her as she reached for the mouse, hovering over the next slide. The one she’d spied had been the title. The next slide was titled “Little Girls Shouldn’t Search Naughty Things” And below she could see a horrifying list of things she was familiar with. Things she’d searched for, some of them more recently and others not in a while, but all naughty, dirty things. She gasped in shock at the list, and then shrieked when a pair of strong arms came around her body, trapping her there against the desk.
“AH! Daddy!” She exclaimed, and her tone was every bit the naughty child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Or perhaps in her case, hand in the internet porn. Very illicit, borderline illegal internet porn. She was so, so fucked.
“Aw, you found it before I could show it to you.” Her Daddy teased her, the searing heat of him in a tank top pressing into her back. His hand moved from the desk to her shoulders, pressing until she dutifully sat down on the stool he kept there. He leaned over, face looming over her shoulder as he pointed her back at it. His hand came down over hers, and it guided her to enter presentation mode. The slide, which she now recognized was a standard template and quickly thrown together, was enlarged to the full size of his monitor. The list stared back at her, and she could feel the heat in her face and neck at knowing her father knew, and the twisting pit of shame at how he must feel about it, to go through all this trouble. Panic gripped her, and she tried to turn to face him, beg him to forgive her, that she’d never do those things, not in real life.
He would not let her turn, didn’t provide enough room, nudged her back onto the stool and encouraged her to look back at the slides. He advanced to the next one, which was a UI for a program of some kind. There, she could see a long list of web addresses. There were normal ones, but also ones she recognized as belonging to the adult websites she’d been accessing to sate her curiosity about a variety of things she’d read about, heard about, or seen on TV.
“You see, Ivy, even though you covered your tracks pretty well on your tablet, and your phone, and your computer for class...” She flushed even deeper, mouth suddenly hanging open so she could suck in a deep breath. He really did know about everything. She was so, so fucked.
“You always used the internet connection here at the house. And since I set up the router,” He gestured to the screen, his breath hot on her neck as he whispered to her. Outside, she could hear people coming home from work, cars passing, birds chirping, the sound of the wind. He cut through all of it.
“I can see every website you visited. All these naughty places...” He teased, and then she felt the warm dampness of his lips on her neck. She moaned in shocked relief and tilted her head to the side to give him more access. He took it, sucking a mark there before he popped off with a wet sound. He stood up to full height, she heard some shuffling but somehow knew instinctively that he wanted her to stay put, looking at the incriminating slide, so she didn’t turn to watch what he did. Something knocked against her stool, and then he was back pressed against her from ass to nape, and she realized he’d pressed another stool behind hers so he could sit there behind her.
Fuck, he planned to be here for a while.
“Dadd-” She tried, but his hand came down sharply on her right thigh and hushed her instantly. She was still wearing jeans so it didn’t hurt that bad or anything, but it shocked her because he’d never so much as had to spank her before. Was he actually mad? Something told her that no, he wasn’t really angry, but this was a game and she was breaking the rules. She didn’t know what the rules where, but Daddy would show her. She let her mouth click shut. Okay then, no talking.
“Why don’t we take a look at some of these, shall we?” He asked, rhetorically, she guessed. To her horror, the next slide was the first thing on the naughty list. “Gangbang” the title said, and below were little thumbnails of some of the videos she’d watched. She’d chosen almost exclusively small framed women getting fucked by groups of older men, many of them with the word “creampie” tacked on just to see what it looked like when they all came inside. She’d rubbed her clit to these videos over and over again at night, and she whined and squirmed in an awkward sort of humiliation at having it all laid out like this.
Her Daddy slid his arms around her, rested his chin on her shoulder, and she felt his hands come up to squeeze at her perky tits while they both stared at it. She couldn’t think of anything to say, was pretty sure she wasn’t supposed to say anything anyway, so she waited and tried not to fidget as he kneaded her. At the small of her back she could feel his erection pressing against her body, and it made her relax a little. If he was turned on, he probably wasn’t upset and probably wasn’t planning on breaking off this little thing between us.
She suddenly thought back to that first night, when he’d alluded to her asking for pain. At the time she’d had no idea how he’d known and promptly forgotten about the line, but clearly he had not. THIS was how he’d known- it was all over her search history. She scowled. That was cheating! How was she supposed to know that he could see her history without ever even touching her device?
“You seem to really like this one, don’t you?” He asked, bringing her directly back to the moment. Right, the slideshow. One of his hands had trailed down from her breast to press against her pussy through her jeans, and she inhaled sharply and ground down into that pressure.
“I… um.” She swallowed hard when he didn’t stop her, clearly waiting for some kind of response. Fuck, what was wrong with her? If anyone at school had tried to shame her for what she liked, she’d tell them to go fuck themselves. But when her Daddy teased her about it- she was almost sure this was teasing now- she felt hot all over. Strangely, she wanted more.
“I liked the idea of being the center of attention...” She admitted, thinking through as quickly as she could what she actually liked about these particular videos. Before two weeks ago she’d imagined faceless, nameless men, but since then it’d always been her Daddy sharing her with his friends, like he’d implied that night.
“Yeah? You wanna know what it feels like to have that many cocks fuck you?” He asked, pressing again against her jean-covered slit. Wetness was beginning to soak through her thin panties uncomfortably, and she squirmed even harder at that.
“Only if Daddy says I should!” She added, quickly, and he paused his groping for a moment. She froze herself, wondering what about that was too far, but then he went right back to it, and she could hear his heavy breath even more clearly now.
“You want Daddy to share you with his friends, is that is? Want me to invite some of the biggest cocks I know to come fuck you? I’d like that, like showing you off and letting them all see how nicely you take it. Wanna see how wrecked you’d be after it all. And then Daddy would take care of you, clean you up, tuck you in. Would you like that, babygirl?” He asked, and she sighed wistfully.
“Yes...” She admitted with a long exhaled breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, and he chuckled. Even without damning evidence of her porn surfing habits, he had always been able to read her like a book. A couple months back he’d been poking around their internet network since it’d been oddly slow, and that’s when he’d found the trove of naughty things his daughter had been looking at. Instead of sitting her down to talk about it, he’d started bookmarking them, and to his initial shame, jerked off to them thinking about her interest.
Then, after that night, he’d known exactly what to do with them. Ivy did need to learn a lesson about this- after all, if she searched the wrong thing at the wrong place, it could be a lot less fun than this was going to be- but there was no reason it couldn’t be a fun lesson for them both. Plus, this way he could see how she reacted to some different ideas in person, decide what he wanted to do with her next. He could fuck her into the bed until the day he died, but he knew she wanted to do more, and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought of it either.
He advanced to the next slide. This one listed “Breeding” at the top, and the thumbnail images were of various fucked-open cunts leaking seed. Many of them featured lots of dirty talk, and she pressed further back against her Daddy’s chest as he rumbled a laugh at her.
“Breeding, huh? You’ve looked for this one quite a few times since we started having sex. Daddy told you he can’t get you pregnant, but that doesn’t stop your dirty little cunt from craving it, does it?” He asked, and she whined yet again, unsure of what to even say. She didn’t even want children, not really, but something about the idea of cum deep inside her made her go crazy. She’d even looked at some hentai where men’s giant cocks pressed in impossibly far, filled up places inside that didn’t even actually exist. It hadn’t been her proudest orgasm, but she couldn’t deny the appeal.
Her Daddy’s fingers came to her waist, and she lifted her arms to help him as he pulled the button of her pants undone. The zipper was short, and then he was pushing them down her thighs but kept her from standing up to remove them completely. It created a tight little triangle for his hand to cup, and he trailed curious fingers over her leaky slit through the fabric of her underwear.
“Ohh, so wet for me already. Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised, these are all your dirty fantasies, aren’t they?” He taunted, pressing the pads of his fingers against her panties again. She ground against him shamelessly, though her face and neck still flamed with shame.
“Lets keep going, huh?” He asked, and he clicked to the next slide. This one was just like the last couple, but featured women on livestream with remote controlled vibrators shaking in front of the camera, while donation pings and a chat feed filled the rest of the screen. The top read “Remote Audience Participation” which wasn’t how she searched for these kinds of streams, but did accurately encompass what she liked about them. The idea of having a vibrator inside while she was out in public, or several of them stuffed inside while strangers controlled them on the internet, drove her absolutely wild.
“Ohh…” She moaned as he pressed in to touch her clit, still through the barrier of her panties. Maybe next time she’d go without them, see how he reacted when his fingers met just wet, soaked pussy instead of her underwear. She made an absent mental note to try it, too distracted by him kissing her neck and his other hand coming up to cup her breast again. He was met with the padding of her bra, and he quickly stripped off her shirt and bra before curling back around her the way he’d been before.
“Mmm, this one is different, huh? You like watching all these strangers make her come, over and over again? I bet it isn’t even about the money, you just like that someone could make you come without even touching you, huh?” He guessed, and she gasped and squirmed at the callout. He went on carelessly, fingers finally sliding under the soaked panties to touch her clit properly.
“And the ones in public. You want daddy to stuff your cunt up and then take you out on the town? I’d like that one. You’ll have to show me how the app works...” He mumbled, and she couldn’t help the huff of a laugh it pulled from her, despite how hot she felt right now. “But I’ll make you come anywhere you like, baby.” He promised. The slow, mindlessly teasing circles he pressed around her clit made her question that privately, but she couldn’t find it in herself to complain. She’d loved everything her father did to her so far, there was no sense in distrusting him now.
“Ohhhh… I thought about what it would be like to have you make me come at the movie theater, something boring where they won’t care if you’re on your phone...” She said, frustrate rolling her hips trying to get more friction from the pads of his fingers on her clit. She hadn’t come all day and now he was driving her crazy!
“Good idea, I like that. Maybe we’ll do that for your birthday.” He suggested, and her pussy clenched at the implication of that. For birthdays they almost always did dinner and a movie, it was simple but she never wanted anything else. Moving around as a military kid and then later as a kid of a professor, she hadn’t gotten close to other kids. Her father was her world, and now was no different as far as she was concerned. Well, not too different, anyway.
Again he reached up to click to the next slide, and her breath caught. This one was a collection of images and screenshots again, though many of these ones were still shots instead of thumbnails, and a few were just pictures of gear pulled off of Google Images. “BDSM” was typed in for the title, and her breath stopped entirely in her throat when her father’s gigantic hand came up to rub gently at her neck. The position mirrored one with an older man and a younger woman he’d put right in the center of the slide, and his whispering in her ear made her want to shiver and roll with the sensations.
“You’ve been looking into this one for a long time, haven’t you? Hm?” He asked, fingers closing down just a tiny bit, enough to make her hips stutter against his fingers. With the way he was twisted around her, she could feel the hot throb of his dick against her even through his pants, and it was clear he liked this one a lot.
“Yes...” She admitted again, this time the word springing helpfully to her lips, almost eager in her admission. She’d already known that he knew about this one, and since that night two weeks ago, she’d searched it probably ten times in various configurations trying to figure out what it was about it that enchanted her. She’d tried pinching herself, or using a hair brush like some of the websites had suggested, but it hadn’t done more than sting a bit. It certainly hadn’t made her hot. But something about the videos of it, the way the women in them twisted and gasped, all for the pleasure of their Doms, made her drip.
Her father didn’t linger long on this slide, and after a moment he slipped to the next one. This one was similar, “Spanking”, and predictably featured a bunch of spanking pictures and video thumbnails. She found some of these weren’t even that embarrassing, since the girls and the guys in them were sometimes still fully dressed. One caught her attention in the corner though, a circle of men in chairs with one girl standing between them at the center. Her back was to the camera, and her ass was cherry red, obviously from a spanking. Or several spankings, if the circle was what she thought it was.
“I think I know what this one means. Good little girls crave punishment when they know they’ve been naughty, don’t they?” He asked her, and she squirmed helplessly as he dipped a finger into her wet heat. She’d almost forgotten the cruel way he’d been edging her, so lost in the slideshow that she’d just been mindlessly rutting against his fingers while they slicked against her.
“YeahhHH” Her volume spiked sharply at up the end of the word as he advanced quickly to two fingers. The sudden stretch after the prolonged teasing meant she was deliciously tight and hadn’t been braced for him. She rolled her hips and he moved with her, pressing against her g-spot as well as he could from this angle. His arms were long, but even he couldn’t quite get the perfect geometry from behind her like this, and they still had more slides. Some of the best slides, in his opinion.
Everything he’d shown her up until this point was dirty, a little kinky, and technically not suitable for someone her age regardless, but it’d all been fine. Nobody really thought liking spanking or gangbangs was all that strange these days, unless they were some kind of prude. But some of the things to come… some of those were things that he’d even raised an eyebrow at. None of it disappointed him- on the contrary, he’d come hard to each new discovery about the depraved depths his daughter had fallen to- but much of it could get them both into big trouble if she didn’t understand the gravity of it, or could endanger her health if she didn’t do her research. There were also some things that he was fairly sure were only possible in fantasy, and those had been new to even him. He flipped to the next slide.
This one she’d almost forgotten about. Yellow splashed across the screen suddenly, the white slide background having been changed to yellow and “Piss” was written for the title. She rolled her eyes at the closest thing he could probably make to a dad joke in a situation like this, and she turned her head to hide it under his chin as he cajoled her back where he wanted.
“What’s the matter? Are you embarrassed? But you searched for so many different kinds of this one, didn’t you? I hadn’t even heard of ‘Oh-mo-ra-shi’ but here you are, watching all those cute Japanese girls pee themselves because they just can’t help it.” He curled his fingers in a tight rhythm, not going so fast that she’d tip over into orgasm yet, but rising and rising towards it slowly. He had a plan, and it was coming together beautifully.
“Ahh, ha, Daddyyyy” she whined, looking at the screen when he growled at her. There really was quite the variety of piss play spattered on the slide. She’d been at once disgusted and intrigued by much of it, some of it had turned her off completely, and some of it had hit the perfect note to make her pussy gush. Omorashi, as he’d referred to, were some of her favorite. She loved the sensation of being full, and sometimes she even held her own bladder deliberately until she could masturbate.
“Ahh, that’s it, isn’t it Ivy? You like having the control taken away from you. And maybe you like how it feels, eh? You know, some women say squirting is a similar sensation. Is it?” He asked, teasingly, and she nodded after a moment of consideration.
The next slide was full of animated and drawn hentai. Everything from large monsters fucking impossibly small lolita girls, to tentacles depositing eggs into their victims, to a smattering of cute kpop boys making out in a piece of steamy fanart. There was a particular attention to all the many ‘egg laying’ hentai she’d watched, and she heard her father chuckle behind her.
“I didn’t really know what to make of this one, to be honest, kiddo. They didn’t have this stuff when I was your age, and I hadn’t had any reason to go look at it since. Some of it’s pretty cute though, huh? Like this one.” He used the hand not soaked in her cunt to point to one where a Lolita was sold to a bunch of monsters in an auction, and they fucked her so well she became their wife. The girl was a teenager, with brunette hair not unlike Ivy’s and a petite frame whose similarities to her own were obvious. Ivy flushed.
“It’s just something I was curious about. Kids at school talk about hentai a lot, make fun of it. I just wanted to know what the fuss was about.” She admitted, though he made a disapproving sound behind her. The hand curling into her body stopped, maddeningly, and she huffed.
“Ah ah ah, you’ve been such a good girl for me so far. Don’t start lying to me now. I can see when you searched things, and what. You’ve gone back to it a few times, searched for different things...” He prodded, and she wanted to cry at how humiliated she felt, even as it fueled the heat in her body as much as it made her cringe.
“Ah.. well… yes, that’s true.” She said, squirming. Once she admitted it, he went back to fucking her on his fingers. He let her get lost in it for a little while, curling the digits at the right time, pulling up on her when he knew she was rolling back. When she was getting worked up again, he swapped to yet another slide.
The one didn’t have a title. She did recognize the pictures and videos though, and some of them contained the titles this time. Various examples of rape roleplay, forced orgasms, and kidnapping fantasy videos were plastered across the entire slide, and she twitched in his arms thinking about him taking these screenshots and pasting in the images. Her daddy knew how horrible she was, what dirty things she thought about. What would he even say to this?
He simply kept going, thumb rubbing circles over her clit on ever stroke now. She waited, wait for him to bring her to orgasm, waited for him to say something, waited for something to happen. But it didn’t. He would speed up and slow down, the both of them simply looking at the screen, until finally she broke first.
“I only like the idea of it!” She burst out, and she could feel the praise before it actually came to her ears.
“Mmm, good girl. It’s okay to like these things. We’ll talk about it, but sometimes… pretending is fun. Even pretending really, really naughty things.” He said, and he could feel the shutter of relief when she realized he wasn’t judging her. He forgot how young she was, how reserved. He’d talked a lot of shit with his friends by the time he was her age, but her upbringing was different and the times were different. He needed to make sure she knew he’d always love her, no matter what she wanted. But that was for another day.
“Wanna know a secret? I like these ones too. I like watching all these pretty girls get held down, hearing them pretend to scream. You can tell it’s fake, real people fight like hell and it’s not pretty like this, but it’s fun to imagine. Did you imagine Daddy holding you down and fucking you like this?” He asked, genuinely curious. The way she’d acted two weeks ago, when he’d finally made her fully his, she hadn’t even considered resisting him in the slightest. But these kinds of things sometimes manifested strangely. Maybe she wanted to be the one in charge. The idea gave him a rueful smile. He’d do anything she wanted, but something told him that wasn’t it.
For her part, she clenched hard enough around his fingers that for a moment, he thought she’d come. She didn’t, but it was a close thing, and he had to almost stop moving completely to keep her where he wanted her. He gave her a moment to think on it, and then nudged her along.
“Tell me baby, tell me what you fantasized about. I wanna do everything for you, and to do that I gotta know what you want baby. Tell me..” He goaded, and she rocked her hips absently against his hand as she stared at the slideshow.
“I...thought about you coming into the shower with me, and pinning me against the wall. I thought about you taking me while I was doing the laundry, or while I was doing the dishes. Anytime I wasn’t expecting it, I thought about what it’d be like for you to just- take me, when you wanted.” She said, the words coming faster and faster until she stopped abruptly, out of breath. Issac was grinding his cock against her lower back roughly, hand going back to it’s deep, rhythmic motion as she spoke.
“There we go, that’s a good girl.” He soothed, hand moving with a new purpose now. He was starting to cramp from this angle, and while he wanted to see this through, the last slide was going to be the real star of this attraction. It was something he wasn’t at all prepared to see, but had cinched his assurance that she was made for him. The kinds of kinks she had couldn’t be trained, they were born in a person, and she was born for him, he knew it.
He clicked over to the next slide.
She gasped, hips stuttering against him and he sped up his motion, made it more dramatic. At the top of the screen, ‘Bestiality’ was written, and neat little thumbnails of the (highly illegal) videos of women getting fucked by dogs, pigs, and ponies were lined up there in a row. She couldn’t help it, she came hard, squirting all over her Daddy’s fingers as he fucked her with them.
She tried to pull back but there was nowhere to go, and he didn’t let up. She twitched and sobbed, and he murmured in her ear the entire while, fingers still trying to draw out more pleasure from her. When he pulled his fingers out completely there was another gush of squirt. He roughly slapped his hand on her labia and she yelped, but the surprise let him slide back in and fuck another orgasm out of her, right on the tail of the previous one. All that edging had left her insatiable, and staring at the proof that her father knew she got off to the idea of being fucked by an animal was simply too much.
“I couldn’t believe my innocent little girl was looking up such naughty things. I thought someone had stolen your phone, at first, until I saw it there in your pretty little hands the next day. You came back to this one too, many times...” He said, repeating himself when he suspected she hadn’t heard him in the throes of her orgasm. She twitched and clenched around his digits even after the second one.
“You want to get fucked like this, huh? Daddy wants to watch you take them, wants to see you and then he’ll fuck you afterwords, knowing that you’re all stretched and wet from a dog cock, hm? Daddy wants it too.” He panted, and she sobbed, pushed too far finally after all this time.
“Yes!” She wailed in response to his jibes, unable to stand it any longer. He ground his cock harshly into her lower back and she felt the hot rush of him coming in his pants, soaking the fabric of the sweats and painting her skin with his spend. Pulling his hand away, it dripped lewdly before he wiped it on her stomach. She squawked in protest, but didn’t have the energy to do more than stick out a tongue at him for it, her full body weight still being supported by him.
He cradled her there for a long time, the two of them sitting in the puddle of her squirt. He closed the slideshow and told it not to save when he exited. She was quiet, probably exhausted, but he pulled her around to face him.
“Hey, Ivy girl. How you doing? You okay?” He asked her, and she sniffed but nodded at him. Without warning she twisted around to hug him, and he pressed her tightly against him, just holding her there.
“Hey hey, it’s okay. You aren’t in trouble, I’m not mad. I just needed to show you how easy it is for someone to spy on you if you aren’t doing things the right way. And I wanted to talk with you about some of these things. I love you, baby girl, and I will love you no matter what you want. But I need you to come to me when you have questions, so I can show you the right way, and so that I can make sure you have everything you ever need, okay?” He asked, and she nodded. Then she grinned.
"Hey Daddy... can we try some of these things this weekend?"