From the moment Stanley the film's director hollered "Action!", Emily Attwater assumed a new and ultimately taboo role. 
The newest production was coming along nicely so far, save for a few financial hiccups and an injured on-set replacement (nobody should ever be compelled to try using a vacuum cleaner hose as a penis pump). Fortunately, Stephan was available for hire. His body of work was intense, yet acceptable by Stanley's terms. The on-set writer, Mortimer, also agreed that Stephan had the looks and the versatility to pose as Emily's long-lost father. His rugged figure, otter-related background and on-screen talents beat out all other competitors who actively auditioned for the role and failed quite sloppily.
Stephan marched into his actress counterpart's well-established "room", a large space with various props set in place throughout (hairbrushes and eye-liner mascara on a desk, an antique armoire with various tidbits of clothing hanging loose from its numerous drawers from striped panties to bell-bottom jeans, a variety of posters strewn upon paisley-decorated walls, an open window with venetian curtains spread open to reveal a realistic and well-lit cityscape scene), determined to act his part out with gusto and finesse. 
"Daddy…" Emily muttered, perched upon a red swiveling office chair with chrome-polished aluminum armrests and a firm, sturdy backrest. She wore a purple-colored spaghetti-strap cotton top and nothing more, small beaded hair-clamps maintaining her pig-tails, long rudder-shaped tail swaying and hovering above the carpeted ground below, soft lounge music playing from a nearby stereo system. 
"Oh, hey daughter! I didn't see you… come… Emily, where are your pants?"
"Whoops, how clumsy of me… I forgot all about them… laundry day, daddy. Can't forget my priorities. Didn't you teach me that, right after mommy left us?" Emily asked Stephan, grinning softly, legs crossed and head cocked. Her eyes, grown and suave, gazed lovingly up at her acting partner as she leaned back into the chair, raising her legs to one side, grabbing hold of her thighs with her left arm, rubbing her buttock with her right. 
"Yeah, I suppose I did, honey." Stephan said, clearing his throat, acting as inconspicuous as possible, despite the fact that the otter girl hired to perform as his sex-starved and overtly horny daughter a massive hard-on already. He played his cool, kept his motions in stride and went along with the program. Off-camera, the boom mic operator, a cheetah named Willy, fidgeted and maintained his balance while holding the large black audio-capturing unit suspended above their heads. Troy and Harley, the camera operators and wolf brother-from-another-mothers, swiveled and swung their way around the two otters, capturing ideal shots from all angles. Harley zoomed in on Emily, on her exposed genitals (feeling a sweltering rush of heat in his cheeks when he captured her vagina winking casually), on her tender loving face, conveying a long and lasting career in adult film acting. Stanley sat with Mortimer and Isaac, the film's executive consultant, surveying one of the saucier scenes in their film production. 
Emily spread her legs, exposing her slippery otter vagina entirely, to Stephan. "Daddy." Emily said, uttering a high-pitched girlish moan. "I still feel dirty. Can you help me feel clean, please?"
Stephan put up a half-way decent struggle, maintaining a certain civility to bring a sense of reality to the situation at hand. Troy zoomed in on Stephan's shifting facial expressions, holding the camera steady.
"Honey, I don't know what you think you're doing, but whatever it is… well, it's quite wrong. I'm your father. You know as well as I do that fathers and daughters don't do this sort of thing."
Emily pouted, eyebrows curling down into a frown, lips curling into the shape of a rainbow. "But daddy, don't you love me?"
Stephan scoffed, rolled his eyes and gave Emily a bemused glance. "Of course I love you. As my daughter, not as my lover or… sex fiend. C'mon, let's find you some pants or something."
Emily reached down and spread her vagina open, exposing a smooth, moist, pink ridge of girl-flesh. Stephan's penis felt ready to burst at the seams. He was surprised his pants didn't just rip right on the spot. "Daddy, you don't understand… I need somebody to help me out with this… I… uh, I… "Emily's cheeks appeared to turn red from a blush and her demeanor became that of a nervous schoolgirl approaching her sensei for extra credit. The filming crew leaned in closer to witness acting greatness in motion. Stephan's jaw became unhinged as he stared, wide-eyed and agape, at his pretend-daughter's naughty teasing advances.
"What is it, baby girl?" Stephan asked her, now lightly fidgeting at the sizable bulge in his pants. He'd already unbuttoned his work-shirt, unraveled his tie, dropped his briefcase to the ground, slipped off his shoes and fantasized of a hundred and one astonishingly beautiful sexual positions with Ms. Attwater. 
"Daddy? I'm in heat. Can you… please… make love… to me?" Emily asked as softly as she could muster, licking at her lips slightly, fingering at her pussy playfully, twirling the hood of her clitoris with her middle finger-paw, flickering her webbed toe-paws like rustling tail-feathers. Harvey and Troy looked at each other and raised their thumb-paws up in unison, both heavily pleased with the outcome of their mutual shots. Willy fought against the urge to drop the boom mic and strip his pants off so that he could dive right against the chair and penetrate Emily, fucking her raw and rough, slipping his barbed cock deep into her swollen folds, feeling her squirm and pant beneath his body. Stanley, Mortimer and Isaac each exchanged a glance of great success, nodding and shaking hands. They'd found a match made in heaven. What happened from this point on would hopefully shake the adult film industry to its core foundation.
And boy, did it ever.
Stephan let his pants slip down around his ankles. Emily's eyes averted south to his penis, erect and stiff as a banyan tree branch. She poked a finger-paw into her wanting snatch, fingering herself off at the sight of her "daddy", his dick looked scrumptious as hell and ready to keep her pleased for hours on end. She reached up and slipped a strap free from her shoulder, causing the small shirt-top to slide down, exposing a single perky nipple. Her small breasts tingled with sheer pleasure and her tailhole puckered and clenched at the sight of her co-star's gorgeous body, fully exposed, ready to get to business. 
"You are a bad influence on me, daughter." Stephan said, chuckling beneath his breath. Emily smiled, cocking her head, shrugging innocently. "Maybe this is why I love fucking you so much?"
"Daddy…" Emily said, murring aloud, wagging her rudder-tail, gazing up to her "daddy" with sexually-charged hunger, awaiting his approach, anticipating his insertion, prepped and ready to entertain her audience with another startling and defining starring role. "Daddy… please… fuck me." Emily whispered aloud, breath raspy with arousal. The sound engineer, a crocodile named Dean, amplified the boom mic's feed to ensure her voice could be captured clearly. 
"With pleasure, my love." Stephan crooned, stripping free of his work-shirt, letting it fall to the floor in a crumpling mass of cloth. He kneeled down in front of Emily and grabbed her thighs, holding them apart, her tail tickling his chest. Stephan leaned into Emily's crotch and pushed his large otter-nose against her mons, then opened his mouth and began to lick at her folds. Emily moaned and squirmed, twitching and shivering with orgasmic lust, keeping her hand-paws caressed on Stephan's head, rubbing at his ears while he feasted heartily on her pussy. Stephan reached up and slid his finger-paw against her exposed labia folds, then shoved the naturally-lubricated digit into her snare-tight butthole, probing and prodding within. Emily's head tilted back and Troy caught a wonderful shot of her eyes rolling into the back of her head and her tongue lashing out against her teeth. A damn fine pay-raise that would yield the operator of camera B!
Many tongue-lashings afterwards, Stephan stood up from his knelt-down pose and grabbed Emily's legs, propping them over his shoulders, resting the knolls of her knees against his collarbones. "Daddy! You are so fierce!" Emily exclaimed, brushing her otter-webbed hand-paws against his chest, so masculine and ripped. "Were you always this wild with Mommy?"
Stephan laughed aloud. He positioned his dick beneath her butt, ready to deliver the penetrating blow into her sweet young otter-girl vagina. Harvey focused the camera beneath their hips to ensure he captured the shot with ease. Willy's arm grew numb and he fought off the urge to go limp, holding the boom mic steady, knowing that one more fuck-up would cost him his job. "My dear, not even Mommy had it this good. You are a very special exception to the rule." Stephan kissed Emily's nose, licked her neck and kept the rolling chair propped against a nearby desk, so as to ensure it didn't go rolling out from underneath them. "Now are you ready for me? I know I'm certainly ready for you."
Emily nodded, grinning excitably. She grabbed at the armrests and yelped when Stephan slid himself into her twat. Stanley picked up a nearby mug and sipped cold coffee as his two actors went at it, passionately thrusting hard against each other, buckling their hips in unison, moaning and gasping. 
"Oh, Emily… my daughter… my beautiful, gorgeous daughter…" Stephan said, brown hair flinging into his face, knees bent into submission, massaging at Emily's kneecaps, savoring every thrust, every sensation, ever balls-deep humping. 
"Daddy! Oh, daddy! Yes! Mmm, God yes! Deeper, daddy! Deeper! Please don't stop! God, yes! Daddy! You're so naughty! Fucking your daughter! You've been wanting this for a while, haven't you, daddy? Haven't you? Been fantasizing about fucking your daughter for a long… long time, huh? I bet you stroked off in the shower thinking about how tasty I am, huh daddy? Stroked off and came hard into your palm, dreaming of the day when you'd be able to cum in me…" Emily said, playing the cameras like a true belle-nova, a queen of adult anthropomorphic celluloid, one of the finest paid actresses in the adult furry film industry working to date. 
"Yes, baby! Keep talking dirty, you know how daddy likes that! Oh, keep talking like that! If you stop, daddy will have to punish you!" Stephan said, grinning wide, having fun with his "daughter".
"Oh no, daddy! Don't punish me!" Emily said, putting up a false defense.
"Yes, dear. That's right, I'll punish you! I'll fuck you raw until you can't even walk straight! I'll fuck your sweet pussy so hard, you'll think you'd been fucked by an elephant!"
"Fuck yes, daddy! Daddy, yes, please fuck me harder! Give me your cock! Please don’t stop! Please don't stop! Please don't stop until… until I cum for you! Ah, yes! YES!" Emily screamed aloud, now forcing the surrounding film crew's jaws to drop agape. Troy and Harvey snickered silently, Willy damn-near jizzed in his boxer-briefs and Stanley smiled, biting at his finger-paw. He knew they had another fine production under their belts, another damn fine production indeed. Stephan reached out and squeezed Emily's cute underdeveloped breasts, rubbing his thumb-paws against her nipples, pinching and poking, fondling her areolas. "Oh daddy! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! AAAAAH GOD YES!!!!!" Emily shrieked with lust and endured a thorough climax, squirting a tiny bit upon Stephan's belly, toe-paws extended and spread wide, shaking her head wildly, swaying her pig-tails like twin brooms. Her brain and body sweltered with the rush of orgasm, giving her an incredible rush of adrenaline and sexual potency.
"Oh, baby girl, yes! You ready for daddy to cum inside? Ready to feel daddy's cum inside you?"
"No daddy, that's gross! Please… please cum on my tits instead! Fucking cum on my tits! Oh, God yes!" Emily said, polarized with lust. Her eyes conveyed an aura of sultry feminine prowess and her aroused expression screamed for more. Stephan licked his lips and nodded, affirming Emily's wishes.
"Okay, dearest! I'll cum on your tits… on your sweet little nubs… ready for me? Oh, here we go… oh fuck… oh fffffffuck! Yes! AAAH!!!" Stephan grunted and threw his head back, pulling out of Emily's otter-girl cunt at the same time. He reached down and angled his penis towards her chest, firing rope after rope of hot sticky otter-cum upon her neck. Globs of cum leaked slowly down Emily's chest, upon her breasts and shoulders. Emily dragged the pearlescent drops off her furry chest with her finger-paws and licked herself clean, moaning enticingly.
"Mmm… daddy, you taste just like saltwater taffy!" Emily said, maintaining an adorable tone of voice. Stephan's brain reeled in the vices of amazing pleasure, totally satisfied with his "daughter" and her amazing performance. 
"Only for you, my sweetest baby girl… only for you." Stephan said, stroking at himself, ensuring he didn't have any more jizz to be dispersed. He leaned in and gave Emily a passionate kiss, lapping at her cheeks and lips. They shared a heated exchange of saliva when Stanley at last hollered aloud.
"Aaaand, cut! Hot damn! That's a take! Awesome work, you guys!" 
Emily and Stephan smiled at each other, then regarded Stanley and the crew. "Thank you!" Emily said, resting easy upon the chair, catching a breath. A gecko-woman came out with a damp towel, handing it to Emily to pamper herself. She wiped Stephan's jizz clean from her chest and held her hand-paw out to offer a companionable shake. "Nice work, Stephan. You handled yourself quite well." Emily said, smiling affectionately.
Stephan nodded, returning with a graceful smile of his own. "Oh, sure thing! The pleasure was all mine, truly. You are a fine actress, Emily. Finest actress I've ever worked with, in fact!"
Emily blushed, winking her eyelids in a flutter. "Thank you! Gosh, so charming… I'm flattered."
"We don't just hire this gal for any ol' shoot, you know?" Stanley exclaimed, nodding with enthusiasm. The two camera-wolves wrapped up the shots and removed the film reels to be surveyed in the editing room. They knew they had a diamond in the rough, a treasure in their midst. Now to fine-tune it and become famous - just as much as Emily Attwater herself, along with her studly co-actor partner Stephan.
Mortimer and Isaac both shared applause, clapping up a storm. Willy lowered the boom mic and retired to a nearby port-o-potty to rub one out and get feeling back into his poor numbed arm once more, giving himself a "stranger"-fap. It was the finest stroke-off he'd ever endured.
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