Your hand comes down for one last spank. You repeat the slap and slip maneuver and again she slightly shifts backward against your fingers. They slide all the way up to your second knuckle. “Thirty….daddy…thank you.” You hold your fingers inside your daughter. She’s hot inside and very moist.
“You took it very well, Ashley. I’m proud of you.” With your free hand you reach down and gently run your fingers over her rosy ass cheeks.
She has her face buried in the seat of the chair. She’s still making sounds that are a mixture of breathy quiet moans and sobs. Her body trembles a little as you hold your fingers inside. You start to slide out of her. “Daddy, wait, just hold them inside me for a little bit. I know it was an accident…and it’s wrong…but….” she pauses and lets out a harder sob “…but it’s soothing…”
You pet her back with the tips of your fingers. “Okay, my sweet girl, just a little bit longer.” You stand by her side caressing her back and listening to her breathe. She keeps taking deep breaths as if trying to calm herself.
“Daddy,” she sniffles, “is it bad that I’m making you keep your fingers in me? I mean, it isn’t sexual for you, right? And if it isn’t sexual it isn’t incest?”
Incest. Wow. That word. It’s totally sexual for you. There’s nothing you’d rather do than start pumping your fingers inside your daughter and fish around for her sweet spot. Actually, there is one thing you’d rather do, drop your pants and fill her with your aching hard-on. Of course, you lie. “No, like you said it was just an accident. I haven’t spanked you in such a long time I just kept slipping. And keeping my fingers in you…umm…think of it as a massage.”
She lets out a deep sigh. “Daddy…”
You wait, but instead she cuts herself off. “Never mind. I think I’m okay now. Maybe you should take your fingers out of me.”
You don’t question her. Instead you slide your fingers out, but you don’t pull straight out. Instead and make sure your fingers in one motion slide out and to the top of her slit grazing her tender clit. She lets out a very audible gasp. After your fingers are out she collapses to her knees on the floor. She wraps her arms around your leg and looks up at you. “I’m so sorry for defying you. I promise to be good from now on and I’ll never leave the house without your permission.”
Using the hand without the fingers coated in her slick juices you pet her on the head. Looking down at the way she is hanging on your leg and collapsed like she needs it to hold herself up you briefly see yourself in a Frank Frazetta painting. Was incest okay with barbarians?
You softly run your fingers through her hair and tell her that maybe she should head to bed. She tells you she thinks it’s a good idea. As you watch her naked body move up the stairs you bring your fingers to you lips and lick them. They’re salty and sweet. Once you hear her door close you head upstairs yourself, but to the office. You close the door and turn your computer on and bring up the naughty photos she shot of herself.
Freeing your cock from it’s prison in your pants and sliding the two fingers that were inside Ashley all along your shaft. Staring at her picture you start to stroke…until your new email alert bings. When you see it’s a note from your blackmailer you deflate a little. The subject line says “OPEN IMMEDIATELY.”
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