Though Nicola was aware she was sitting on the same couch as her father with a cigar case up her ass, it wasnât until about half way into the movie that the full impact of what sheâd done over the past couple of hours really hit her. There was no end to the inner conflict in her mind of how sheâd humiliated herself before an almost complete stranger, and not only that but sheâd enjoyed it tremendously and part of her even wished Alec would still be there when the movie was over. In fact, she already had some pretty filthy ideas lined up for her next âshowâ. Strangely, Nicola actually felt comfortable with the forbidden fantasies about Alec and what was almost a need to expose herself to him, both physically and emotionally; but then simultaneously there was an overwhelming sense of shame over having flaunted her pussy to her father only an hour earlier. She tried convincing herself he genuinely hadnât noticed the display, but there was no denying heâd gone very much out of his way to ignore his teenaged daughterâs lewd behaviour. At that point, even her best attempt at concentrating on the movie failed miserably.
Her father was no better. He sat as far away from her as possible, but at the same time one hand rested more or less in the middle of the couch, which was only a two and a half seater anyway, in the hope his daughter â in her constant squirming about â would come just a little bit closer so that he could touch her leg. Nicola was becoming more and more exposed as she turned about trying to get comfortable and the bare flesh of her thigh was painfully enticing. Since his wifeâs death two years before, the only sexual activity he engaged in was a rare blowjob in his car at lunchtime by any whore he happened to see, which meant lots of exercising at the home gym to relieve tension.
And then, here was this spitting image of his wife when heâd first met her, half naked beside him. He was almost positive she was a virgin, or at least hadnât been sexually active since the tragic circumstances had caused him to become so protective of her. Not for the first time, Keith found himself wondering whether he really wanted to protect her, or did he, in his loneliness, want her for more selfish reasons? No, he assured himself, a father could never do that. Although, on nights when he lay in bed and could hear his daughter bringing herself to orgasm in the other room, it was all he could do to keep from going in there and finishing off the job himself. Even at that moment, by which point it only took a cursory glance to the side to know Nicola was not wearing any panties, the doting father somehow resisted pulling out his cock and fucking his daughter right there and then on the couch. Judging by the way sheâd been acting that night, he doubted sheâd even object.
To his surprise, as soon as the movie was over, Nicola wished him good night and rushed somewhat awkwardly up to her room. Keith was not completely surprised to find the place sheâd been sitting was soaked. He waited a few moments until his daughterâs bedroom door clicked shut, and ran two fingers across the moist material, then brought them up to his nose and inhaled the sweet smell of his little girlâs pussy. Yes, he said to himself, she wants me. After all, who else could it be, when Iâm the only man in her life?
Up in her room, Nicola was typing frantically in Garyâs chat window.
âOh Alec, I canât believe I just did that!â
âDid what?â asked Gary, preparing to be furious if it turned out that son of a bitch with the âloving parentâ act had taken liberties with her.
âI have a metal rod up my ass, Alec!â Gary could see her clearly on the webcam and she was almost in tears. âWhile sitting right next to my own father! And thatâs not the end of it âŚâ
âTell me what happened, Nicola,â he typed, trying to remain calm.
âThereâs nothing to tell. Except that he had a fucking hard-on the whole time.â
Gary paused. He wasnât quite sure what to do. By the sound of things, her father definitely wanted to screw her, and he knew it wouldnât take much to convince his college slave to blow the guyâs brains out. Undeniably, Garyâs actions up until that point had been unscrupulous to say the least, and as much as he would have loved to see that teenaged pussy being pounded by her old man, having her do it more or less against her will was all kinds of wrong. He made a decision there and then that he would not influence her either way, and if she went for it, that would be a bonus. It was time for a change of topic.
âSay,â typed Gary, âif that cigar case is so awful, how come you havenât taken it out?â
Nicola stared at the screen for a moment, brow furrowed, then, âIt feels nice. When Iâm with you, that is.â
He smiled to himself, relieved the tension had passed.
âWhy donât you go masturbate for me in bed?â he typed. âThen go to sleep, you have class in the morning. But donât take the rod out until you wake up.â
Nicola obediently got up, pointed the webcam at the bed, stripping as she walked towards it. Lying on her back with her knees close to her chest, he watched as she lightly fucked her pussy with the middle finger of one hand, while the other rubbed against her clit, first gently, then rapidly, while the rest of her body wriggled in all directions. Gary turned the volume up on the speakers and the room echoed with her panting and moaning. His cock, after a much needed two hour rest, was now back in action and as his teen slutâs groans turned to high-pitched squeals, he felt the familiar tingling sensation in his balls and quickly reached over to where the Kleenex was now strategically placed and grabbed a handful. He came only moments before Nicola and enjoyed watching all her limbs quiver, one finger rested deep inside her throbbing cunt. With the cigar case lodged comfortably inside her rectum, her virgin pussy felt even more full than she was used to. The intense orgasm was still subsiding when she fell into an exhausted sleep.
Gary watched on for about half an hour, enjoying her heaving chest as she breathed, not to mention the view of her glistening cunt when her finger slipped out of it after a while. When she eventually turned over to lie on her side in a far less revealing position, he decided he should probably go to bed himself. The images were still being saved to his hard disk at regular intervals, so he wouldnât miss a beat.
There was very little change over the next few weeks. Nicola would continue to masturbate for Gary as they talked about all the things they would do to each other in real life, given the chance. To him it was purely fantasy, but to the lonely girl who hadnât been on a proper date in years, nothing could be more real, and she found herself falling for the man who had freed her from years of pent up sexual frustration. Her father hadnât tried anything, nor had she done anything to provoke him in that way since the first and only episode not long ago. In fact, Keith began to spend more and more time away from home. First, it would just be an hour or so in the evening when he abandoned the treadmill and went for a jog around the park. Then, when his daughter showed no desire whatsoever to leave the house, the nightly jogs would be accompanied by coffee at friendsâ houses, grocery shops and occasional extended visits to the office to catch up on paperwork. Nicola just assumed he was avoiding her after her indecent behaviour, but then she didnât care either, so long as Alec was around.
âAlecâ, in the meantime, was getting very little work done. He didnât want to sacrifice time with his favourite girl, so the only time he had to do anything was when she was in class or sleeping, and even then he found it impossibly difficult to concentrate. He figured that since his work was regularly being interrupted by wanting to go through the saved images of her, it would be a good idea to simply set up one of the spare computers next to him and have them play constantly. Wrong. The clients breathed down his neck with increasingly pressuring e-mails and the occasional phone call as the deadline drew nearer. At that point, Gary didnât even care if he lost the project, he was that absorbed with controlling Nicola.
It wasnât much longer before she was begging to hear his voice, however heâd never had a use for a microphone himself so didnât own one. He somewhat reluctantly agreed to give her his phone number, unsure whether his voice would betray his true age. Gary didnât have a particularly deep voice, and if Nicola did suspect anything, she never mentioned it.