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He loved his daughter, the way a father should—but something in his feelings had shifted once he'd divorced Emily's mother, because he'd discovered she'd been cheating on him. At first, he hadn't dated because he had Emily's feelings to consider—it was hard enough knowing her mom had been slutting around town with a number of men without him bringing women home. Besides, his work kept him busy which didn't leave a lot a time to meet women, except for an occasional hook-up, so watching internet porn and using his hand had to do for now.

Only he wanted more than porn and his hand so, slowly over time, he'd started to fantasize about Emily, imagine him fucking her the way a woman should be fucked and best of all, imagining her absolutely loving it.

He was grateful she'd chosen him over her mother, but then she'd always been a daddy's girl...his precious little princess...and that would never change, regardless of what might between them in the future.

In his bedroom, he tried to decide what to do next. Was he actually considering making his daughter a sexual partner? In his mind, she was perfection: perfect body, perfect face, perfect breasts, perfect ass. He'd be willing to bet she had the perfect pussy too—tight and gripping. But did he really want to find out? Fantasy was one thing—reality, another.

Hell yes, he wanted to find out! Even now, his cock was coming to life again at just the thought of drilling deep inside his daughter's pussy.

He didn't want to force her into anything—that wasn't his style; besides, he loved Emily—but what if he could get her to voluntarily fuck him? While force wasn't his thing, persuasion was more than permissible and he was a good salesman. Hell, that was his job. His cock gave a slight jerk, as though nodding its head 'yes' to his plan.

He grinned. Okay, persuasion, it was—now to come up with a plan.

The next day found Jake making his rounds to various clients. He was a sales consultant to several large companies in town—which meant he worked out of his home office a great deal of the time—but not today. His schedule was booked throughout the day so he'd told Emily at breakfast they'd go out to dinner when he returned home.

After she'd left for classes, he'd pulled up one of his favorite daddy/daughter porn movies, leaving it running on his computer before he left the house...carefully looped...so, hopefully, she'd find it when she came home. That was the first step of his plan—letting her know he had an interest in that sort of sexual fantasy—and might be willing to turn fantasy into reality.

She obviously had similar fantasies, judging from what he'd seen through the keyhole of her bedroom door yesterday, when she called out his name as she came. He was curious about what had put that fantasy into her head—hopefully, he'd find out soon...preferably when he was on top of her, fucking the shit out of her tight little sheath.

With that optimistic thought in mind, he headed out the door.

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The school day had been a long one and Emily couldn't wait to get home and lock herself in her bedroom. All day long, her pussy had throbbed and drooled juices as she remembered the look on her daddy's face when he came in the shower, yelling out her name. She needed to cum badly, planning to play with her pussy before she did anything else once she got home.

She pulled her car into the driveway, quickly bringing it to a stop. She practically ran into the house, calling out her dad's name before remembering he wouldn't be home for a few more hours—perfect, because it gave her plenty of time to take care of her needy pussy.

Running lightly up the steps to the second floor, she paused when she heard voices coming from Daddy's office. Had daddy come home early? Making her way down the hall, she pushed the door to his office open but found it empty, the voices coming from his computer. Realizing it was only something he'd left mistakenly running before leaving this morning, she turned to head back to her room. She had taken only a few steps when a bit of dialogue stopped her dead in her tracks.

"What a good girl you are! You love daddy's cock, don't you? Love to fuck it and suck it? And daddy loves that pretty pink pussy of yours. Spread your legs, honey...daddy needs to cum so badly."

WTF? Emily hurried to the computer, staring at the screen. On it, a man was fucking a young girl on the kitchen table, her thighs spread wide as he thrust into her, grunting like an animal on top of her. The girl looked a little like herself, only her hair was red. She realized Daddy must have been watching this before he left the house, forgetting to turn it off.

So this is the sort of porn he enjoyed watching? When he watched, did he imagine himself doing these things to her own pussy?

She could feel her juices sliding down to dampen the crotch of her panties at the thought of her daddy fucking her the way this man was doing his daughter. Sitting in Daddy's chair, she reached under her skirt to slip her panties down to her ankles, spreading her legs wide. She found her clit and began to rub. God, this was hot...watching a father and his daughter fucking onscreen, wondering if they were really related or just actors. Pulling her top and bra off, she squeezed her breasts roughly while her fingers continued to rub her slippery nub.

"Daddy..." she whispered, "I need you in me so badly."

Jake stood frozen in the doorway as he heard his daughter's words. His last meeting had been canceled so he'd gotten home earlier than expected. Entering the house quietly, in hopes of catching Emily playing with herself again, he still hadn't expected to find her in his office watching the porn clip he'd left playing. He'd hoped she'd find it and realize he was open to this sort of sexual activity but actually finding her in his chair, her hand working frantically between her legs, was an unexpected bonus.