Emilia Part 2 (New Version)It was two days after Emilia’s birthday, and she had not spoken to her father since the events. They both knew what they did was wrong, but there was also an unmissable sexual tension between them, and it made them both feel very awkward. Emilia tried her hardest to put her father out of her mind, but Chris thought about Emilia always and would stroke his cock eagerly at the thought of his daughter’s tight pussy around him. Chris had the week off work, and both of his c***dren were at school. His head was filled with constant thoughts of his daughter and he decided to attempt to distract himself by doing the laundry for the first time in a while. Walking into the laundry room, he took the basket of dirty clothes down, when something caught his eye. On top of the pile was a pair of Emilia’s thongs, the pair she was wearing on her birthday. Chris picked them up and inspected them. They had a patch of dry come on them. He lifted them to his face and breathed in. The smell was intoxicating. He remembered how he licked his daughters little pussy a few days before, and felt himself harden. He removed his shorts hastily and began to stroke his cock, breathing in Emilia’s smell deep. He then wrapped them around his throbbing cock and began to slide them up and down him, fantasising on all the things that he wanted to do to Emilia. How he wanted to put his cock up that tight ass of hers… At just the thought he exploded, his hot come squirting all over the underwear. He knew his come would dry on top of hers, their sex mixed, and he let out a faint moan. When he saw Emilia that night, he instantly felt his cock stiffen. The next day, when his c***dren were at school again, Chris had an inescapable need to see his little daughter naked. Taking a trip down the local electrical store, he came back with a camera that he subtly placed on Emilia’s bookshelf. He then, with some difficulty, wired it to the television in his bedroom. That afternoon, as Emilia made her way up the driveway, Chris turned the sprinklers on. He would have sarıyer escort laughed at how annoyed she looked, but he was preoccupied, knowing what would be coming soon. She would have to change out of her clothes. He made his way up to his bedroom, trying not to look too eager and remain casual, but it was difficult. He knew that his erection was visible through his shorts and needed to avoid either of his c***dren seeing. Closing the door securely behind him, he turned on his TV and removed his shorts. He sat on the edge of his bed, his hand slowly caressing his cock, and waited… It didn’t take long for Emilia to appear on the TV. She was dripping wet, and it reminded Chris of the time he’d seen her masturbating in the shower, how he saw her body shake and heard her moans as she came hard. He opened his eyes again, realizing he could see more than fantasy, and Emilia had already taken off her skirt and shirt. She was wearing tight white panties that were slightly see-through from the wet, the line of her pubic hair visible. She removed her bra and her breasts were free. They were full but pert, her nipples erect. He started to stroke faster. She then bent down and removed her panties. When she stood back up, Chris let out a loud moan, and saw Emilia’s head turn to the door, acknowledging the noise, but she shrugged and ignored it. As Emilia walked around her room, finding clothes to wear, Chris looked at every inch of her body, and blew his load, quietly moaning her name. This continued for another 3 days: Chris would watch everything Emilia did and would masturbate over her naked, unaware body. And then he got caught. Emilia was getting ready for bed, and Chris was, as usual, watching her with his huge, erect cock in his hand. Fully naked, Emilia started to walk to walk the bookshelf, “I need something to read,” Chris vaguely heard her say. “Hmm where? Top shelf…” She thought out loud. “SHIT” Chris shouted, far too loud. Emilia was heading right for the camera; he could esenyurt escort see it had caught her eye. She jumped as she heard him shout, and then realisation washed over her face. Chris panicked, putting his clothes back on quickly. He headed towards the TV to turn it off when he saw a smile spread across Emilia’s face. She looked directly at the camera and said “You only had to ask Daddy.” Chris was frozen. Had he heard that right? Did she actually still want him? He hadn’t even realized that Emilia was no longer on the TV until there was a faint knock on his door. Startled, he turned to face it. “Uh come in,” he tried saying, but no sound came out. He cleared his throat and went to try again. “Come in,” he said, quietly, but audible this time. He heard a giggle come from outside the door, and his knees went weak at the sound of his baby daughter. The door opened slowly, and Emilia appeared, her body covered in a robe. She closed the door behind her and rested against it. “Have you been spying on me?” Chris looked at the floor. “I said, have you been SPYING on me?” He nodded faintly in reply. “DADDY!” she yelled. “You’re filthy. You are so filthy.” But Emilia knew she was not mad at him, she could feel herself become wetter between her legs, and dropped her robe to the floor, revealing her bronze skin to him. She saw his cock pressing tight against the material of his shorts. “Take them off,” she instructed him, and he did so. “Now lay on the bed.” She climbed on after him, kneeling over his head, one leg on each side, and lowered herself onto his mouth. She felt the flat of his tongue lick her folds eagerly, and began to moan softly at the sensation. He ran his tongue forwards and backwards over her clit quickly, and could smell the infuriatingly amazing smell of her pussy. He could see how wet she was, and ran his tongue through it, tasting it as it entered his mouth. His tongue lingered at the opening of her pussy, and then he gently pushed it inside of her. He circled her insides with his tongue, avrupa yakası escort and then pulled it back out, pushing it back in slowly again. Emilia’s moans were growing louder as she felt the climb to orgasm approach. She put her hand on her clit, rubbing it quickly, and began to thrust on her father’s tongue, desperate for release. Chris felt his daughter’s pussy tighten around his tongue, and then a sudden gush of come coated his tongue. He had never tasted anything as good as his little girl’s sex. She climbed off his face and lay next to him, on her front, breathless. Her legs were spread and her ass was visible for Chris to see. He let out a groan, and ran his fingers over her pussy, covering them in her juices, and then, he rested them gently against her opening. He felt her tighten underneath him, and waited for her to relax. He kissed her back slowly, and felt her relax underneath him, he then, very carefully, pushed his fingers up her ass. Emilia let out a groan, first of pain, then of pleasure as her father’s fingers invaded her virgin ass. She didn’t realize penetration would feel this good. She was panting as Chris finger fuked her ass, firstly slowly, and then a lot quicker and Emilia met his thrusts, wanting them to go deeper. She let out a scream at the pleasure she was feeling, and yelled “Fuck me with your big cock daddy.” He climbed on top of her, his dick at the opening of her ass, and Emilia was desperate to feel it inside her, to stretch her full. Growing inpatient, she started to push back against it. She let out a whimper as she felt it inside her, she couldn’t deny it hurt. But the pleasure misted the pain a little, as her father pushed himself all the way into her. Emilia thought she was full when he fucked her the first time, but it was nothing in comparison to his cock up her tight ass. He started to pump in and out of her slowly. Her head was thrown back, her breasts jiggling as her father took her up the ass. She would feel his balls hit her every time he came into her, and she let out a moan, much louder than she expected. She started to push back against him. “Oh Daddy.” She panted. “OOOOOOHHHH DAADDDDYY.” She felt orgasm coming over her. And then the door opened. Stood there, Emilia’s brother, eyes wide, mouth open. “WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?!” He screamed. “You are sick.” But Emilia could see the erection he was trying to ignore.