You hate to admit it to yourself, but you can feel that hum of building arousal thinking about your angel, Ashley, being naughty when she closes the door to her room at night. It's been difficult living in the same house with her as she's matured, because she's grown into quite a stunning young lady, the way your wife was at that age.
Sometimes when you see her out of the corner of your eye you have a flashback to those first passionate years of your relationship, but you shake it off quickly and remind yourself who it is giving you those thoughts. Occasionally, when those thoughts come you've tried to grab hold of that ancient arousal and get Melissa to be the way she once was. Typically, she'd brush off your advances as she does so often these days, but those few times she didn't you're not sure if it was your wife or your daughter who you were thinking about in your head.
You start to type, "I want to see the pictures..." but pause before sending the response.
You remind yourself this is your little girl and you've spent most of your life, even as your marriage has grown mundane, doing what you can to make her happy. You rarely tell her “no” when she wants something. You haven’t been very strict about enforcing rules. However, now that you think about it her attitude has been a little selfish as of late. She doesn’t seem to respect you as much as she should consider how much you’ve done. More than once stand to be brought down a notch.
Of course, the blackmailer is asking for quite a lot with this request. She is still your daughter, after all.
You finish your sentence “...and blackmail her, but you need to destroy five pieces of evidence if I deliver on the pictures."
There’s a long pause before your blackmailer responds.
’s Fate: It’s a deal. You provide me with a way to blackmail your daughter and I destroy five pieces of evidence. I’ll be waiting for you to fulfill your objective.
The IM goes dark. You lean back and think about what you just agreed to. You feel slightly ashamed, but it doesn’t stop your cock from swelling tight in your daughter’s thong. |