The option for a 1-on-1 session

Something about it feels inevitable. It’s not even that you want to keep going, keep escalating. It’s almost that you feel you have to.

Sex and desire feels amazing again, forbidden and exciting in ways you haven’t felt since your youth.

It’s $500 for a live session. You suppose it makes more sense giving that money to your own daughter than to a stranger. So you sign up, unsure how it works exactly. Will you have to wait? You don’t want to wait.

Luckily a message pops up on your screen:

I’m online right now. Wanna do this?

Of course you do. You click the buttons needed to make it happen and wait, your cock throbbing in your hand again.

Then your scream flicks bright. A window opens. And you’re looking at your Cindy, wearing a tight pink camisole and a white thong. She has bright red lipstick on and written the words “Daddy’s Little Slut” across her chest. For a split second you think it’s a tattoo, but it’s not.

“Hi Daddy! Don’t you want to turn your camera on?” She asks in her sweet, soft voice.

You panic. How does she know it’s you?

“You don’t mind if I call you “Daddy,” do you?” She adds

You take a deep breath. Of course she calls all the men she does this with “Daddy.” But the rush of blood that came with the anxiety has pushed your cock to the hardest it's ever been. You’re full of adrenaline and excitement. You’re ready for this.

"I don't mind." You say.

"If you don't want to turn your camera on, that's okay." Cindy says. "But it would be nice to know if you look like my real Daddy." She says with a pouty voice. You don't respond. How does one in your situation possibly respond to that? "Do you have a daughter?" She asks, her hands gliding across her body, groping herself.

"Yes."

"Do you want to fuck her?"

Damn. You didn't expect to have to answer such a blunt question. Three hours ago you'd have said: "fuck no! what kind of perverted, horrible question is that?" But now you're here, looking right at her. All you can do is give her the honest answer.

"Yes, I do." You say.

Cindy smiles. "Do you think she wants to fuck you?" She bites her lip in anticipation of your answer.

This is absurd. "Maybe." What else can you say?

Cindy reaches into a bowl next to her bed and pulls out a heart-shaped lollypop and starts to lick it. "I love these things. It's because I have an oral fixation. I like to suck things. Does your daughter like to suck things?"

"Yes." You answer. You tell yourself that all you can do is be honest. Which is not true. You could stop this right now. You could admit to yourself that you've gone too far, crossed lines that should never be crossed. Cindy pulls the top of her cami down, exposing her breasts to you, then touches the lollypop to her hard nipple. You're not going to stop doing this right now. You're going to keep going.

"What would you do to your daughter?" She asks.

"Whatever she wanted." You answer honestly.

"But daughters are naturally submissive to their daddies. Trust me." Cindy explains. "I think she'd want you to have your way with her."

"Alright," You say, trying to get your creative juices flowing while in the heaviest erection-induced fog you've ever experienced. "I guess I'd start by spanking her."

“Mmmm… getting spanked by my daddy would make me so wet.” Cindy smiles and spreads her legs wide so you can see the wetness soaking through the crotch of her thin thong. “Would you be gentle or rough?” She asks, her voice starting to quiver.

“Whatever it takes for her to learn her lesson.” You say

“Any girl who wants to fuck her own daddy deserves a hard spanking.” Your daughter says, her chest heaving up and down as she falls further into the pleasure of the scene you paint. “And any daughter who doesn’t want to fuck her own daddy deserves an even harder spanking.” Her eyelashes flutter.

You stroke yourself faster and faster. “Then only when she’s learned her lesson would she be allowed to take her daddy inside her.”

Cindy pulls her panties to one side, exposing her wet slit to only you, reaching two fingers down to her lips and pulling them apart so you can see deep inside her. “Think her pussy would be as inviting as mine?”

“I know it would be just as inviting.” You say. The line between reality and fantasy has completely merged. Sanity and insanity are now exactly the same thing. You’re in unknown territory now, beyond forbidden. You don’t care.

Cindy takes her heart-shaped lollypop and pushes it into her young twat. “Oh yes Daddy, I’m so horny for you. Your daughter is so lucky and she doesn’t even know it.” She pulls the lollipop out and licks it, then shoves it back inside her.

Watching, you feel ready to cum. You wish she were right here in front of you, so you could cum for her. You really do.

“Know what I would like Daddy?” She asks breathing heavily, lost in lust. “If you don’t mind sending me something.” She pushes the lollypop aside inside her and slides three fingers into her slit next to it. Clearly can take fit quit a lot in that twat. “It’s not money. I don’t care about money. In fact I’ll make this session free if you send it to me.”

She shouldn’t do that. If only she had a good father who’d teach her the value of making a dollar. “I’ll send you whatever you want, you little slut.” You say, just as lost in lust.

“Yes Daddy! Yes!” She’s very excited. “I want you to send me…”