VEIL OF PLEASURE
(DARK
EROTICA SERIES)
BY: LUCY LIXX
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Veil Of Pleasure
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
BONUS #1: Teach Me, Daddy
BONUS #2: Sweet Nectar
BONUS #3: Daddy's Lollipop (Books 1 & 2)
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Chapter One
The mirror before me reflected the naked image of the sexual vixen I longed to become. A
woman to be desired, adorn in beautiful jewels, with each movement drenched in silky, sensual
prowess. A tigress so thoroughly laced in hedonistic sensuality, with no need to be clad in
anything more. As I stained my full, pouty red lips with the deepest shade of crimson, I smirked
coyly in knowing I could seduce just about anyone, even the handsome affluent boss whom
enslaved my dreamy fantasies in dripping wet pleasure every single night. Following my
outline with my eyes, my fingers traced circles along my thighs and repositioned the false
pearls around my neck. Every curve dipped into a delicious valley of well tanned, mocha colored
cream. The delicate fragrance that misted my skin was sweet, like a warm cappuccino on a cool
winter's day. The pearls that lay around my neck, accentuated my skin tone as if they were
illuminating up my face. My high cheek bones were gently dusted with blush, my eyes outlined
in black. I looked just like a goddess. If only someone could see me this way.
As I traced my skin, I felt an intense longing deep within my pelvis that ached heavily in
the absence of a lover. I pondered why with skin so soft and silky, why I lacked an endless
supply of suitors feverishly clamoring to caress me, especially around the smooth and
sumptuous curve of my bottom. I turned slightly to expose my wonderful rump and smiled while
tenderly squeezing it, my nails digging into the sensitive skin and eliciting a hiss from my
mouth. It would be impossible for Devon to ignore me now that I was enhanced and full of
flavor. His hands might reach for my luscious red hair, newly dyed to resemble the fire of
desire rooted in my loins. My beautiful locks hung down in large curls and landed on top of my
pear shaped breasts that were perky in the dim candle lit room. The skin surrounding my
heavenly nipples sparkled like gold every time I turned to admire each side.
I just wanted to reach down and caress my delicious tulip that was now engorged with
greed for the delectable wand just waiting for me at work...
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I shook my head.
Dusk was fast approaching and I didn't have any of the tasks done that I was supposed to
finish an hour before closing. The place I worked for was a lucrative trading business that
partnered with overseas clients for incoming and outgoing products. All sorts of goods were
shipped through our company from shoes to clothing to cars. Anything that was worth anything
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was sent using our boats because we were the most environmentally friendly and the most reliable
shipping business on the globe. My boss, Devon Bloom, was an absolute hunk, his physique was
comparable to Adonis. Much of his body was finely chiseled from years of care and building, his
skin tan from multiple trips to the beach each year. I had been eying him since I was first hired a
year ago and couldn't seem to keep my gaze from lingering over to his office every half hour of the
day.
He was who I had been thinking about just this morning while I was getting ready for work,
my eyes drinking in every bit of my appetizing form in hopes that he might notice me today. My
new make-up, hair, and jewelry had already won over a few compliments from others around the
office, so why wouldn't he also admire them? I had been so lost in my thoughts which prolonged
my procrastination, the thought causing my fingers to twitch over the keyboard as I tried to regain
my concentration. My eyes lost focus of the screen and trailed across the desk to Devon's office. He
was still working diligently unlike me who was only imagining my own body vividly while aching
for his.
I watched him through the glass as he wrapped up the last batch of calls for the evening,
noticing his discontent after that last one. He tossed his cell phone across the room and it
shattered against the wall. I guess I'd have to order him a new one again. If I didn't have these
tasks done in the next ten minutes, he might yell at me. I was sure to be punished in some
humiliating way like being scolded in front of the entire office the following afternoon when I
would least expect it. I quickly pushed that thought out of my head as I typed vigorously into my
laptop. I noticed his figure moving out of my peripheral vision and started to panic, making a
number of mistakes in one of the memos I was typing up for him that was to be sent out before the
next morning.
It looked like I was going to be pulling another coffee-driven work night at home.
As Devon came out of his office, he tossed a few files on to my desk and waved his arms in a
frustrated manner.
“I don't get what it's going to take to get those guys to come to our side of business,” he said
sternly while firmly crossing his arms over his chest. “It's like they don't want good service.”
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I nodded, but kept my eyes firmly on the screen before me, hoping he wouldn't notice that I
was behind on all of my work. As I typed, Devon watched me with curious eyes. A tingle rippled
between my thighs, causing the taut skin to twitch. What was he staring at?
“Did you dye your hair, Miss Andrea?” he asked while leaning forward.
His tie hung down over the folders and I couldn't help but follow the strange pattern up to
his playful eyes that were drinking in my appearance. I gulped quietly before replying.
“I did, Mr. Bloom. It's called Ravishing Ruby Red. The salon says it suits my complexion.”
My voice sounded weak in the silence of the office, the other desks around me completely
abandoned of their workers in the dim office light. The darkness beyond the windows outside
warned of the hour and I knew I had to get home soon lest I get scolded by appearing totally inept
at finishing my work.
“It certainly suits your complexion. Good job,” Devon said, and then quickly added, “Do you
have those reports finished?”
I stammered over my response, my knees shaking beneath the pencil skirt that was brand
new in my attempt to appear more professional. This was it. I was about to get that verbal lashing.
I knew it was coming and I watched as his mouth open in preparation for the words to pummel
me.
“If you don't, that's fine. I have another project for you to complete,” he said while I tried to
formulate my response.
“I'm sorry, sir,” I blurted. “I was so overwhelmed today with the Richard account and then
Blanch called with the files from Tuesday and--”
Devon raised his hand, effectively silencing me. His features were soft under the dull office
light and looked somewhat sympathetic, appearing to regard my apology as somewhat comical.
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“You are a wonderful secretary and I want you to feel appreciated. Sometimes, you have to
take your work home. There's nothing wrong about that. I do it all the time,” explained Devon, his
eyes glittering with amusement.
“Thank you, Mr. Bloom. I appreciate that,” I replied with a little more confidence.
“Good. I'm glad. Now, your new project will be a bit more complicated than the others, so I'll
need your full attention on it tomorrow,” he said while looking down at his nails.
I wasn't sure exactly what he was talking about. What new project? We hadn't taken on any
new clients since the last case I was handling, and I was sure these folders in front of me were for
some of our usual accounts. Did he need me to pick up his laundry? Pick up his kids? Did he have
any kids? I wasn't even sure if I knew much at all about Devon's personal life other than that he
liked wings on Wednesdays. He said project, not errand. What was I thinking? It was so difficult
to keep full focus around him that I almost started to break into a sweat until I managed to rise
from my chair to begin packing my belongings.
“I'd be glad to do to whatever project you need me to do, Mr. Bloom,” I replied a little more
boldly than before. “It's such a pleasure working for you.”
That was likely pushing it, but it caused Devon to smile which tickled my ego a bit. I couldn't
recount how many fantasies I'd had of this exact moment where Devon recognizes my amazing
secretary abilities and then gives me a promotion within the same breath. He may not be
promoting me, but his compliment had raised my confidence and I was feeling a little better about
staying behind after work. If I hadn't gotten behind, then he wouldn't have said all of these things
and then chosen me for a special project, so it must have been something I did right instead of
wrong.
Devon had disappeared back to his office while I was deep in my thoughts, likely gathering
his things as well. He met me in front of my desk and we headed for the elevator to head down to
the parking garage. In truth, I was glad he was still around because this parking garage was
frightening at night. Although I am aware of defense techniques that I had learned back in
college, I fear the right burglar could manage to overpower me in the unsupervised space and
potentially do me some serious harm. I thought about the project he wanted me to take on.
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“So, what is this new project, sir?” I asked while the elevator doors closed.
“It's a special task that not just anyone can complete for me,” Devon explained while
fumbling with his suitcase. “We'll talk more about it tomorrow.”
As we exited the elevator, I realized his car was on the other side of the lot and quickly
wished him a good night as my heels clicked towards mine. Devon stopped and turned to follow
me, calling out that it wasn't a good idea for me to be walking alone. I pointed out that he would
still be in the lot and I would be fine.
“But I'd be too far to rescue you,” said Devon with a wide smile. “I'm sure you could handle
yourself, but you never know when you might need help.”
Blushing, I readjusted my satchel over my shoulder and pulled out my keys to unlock my car
while thanking him.
“I hope I don't appear that helpless,” I said while turning over my keys to prolong his
presence next to me.
“Not at all, Miss Andrea. I find you quite capable,” he responded.
The compliment caught me off guard and I dropped my keys on the cement below, practically
falling to the ground after them to pick them back up. Our hands brushed together and I nearly
swooned, having not had contact with Devon since the first handshake right after being hired. I
stood too quickly and had a dizzying fit that nearly caused me to faint. Suddenly, I wasn't feeling
too hot. Devon gathered my keys and handed them to me as I giggled in response to the situation,
shrugging at my own clumsiness. His debonair smile lit up the filthy garage and we wished each
other good night before I climbed into my car to drive away while thinking about his lips.
What in the world was I thinking? Devon Bloom was such a handsome, upscale man with
refined tastes and I was lacking shine, luster. If I had hoped for a kiss, it was purely out of girlish
fantasy, a silly little wish from a lonely woman who hadn't had a date in months. Most of those
months were spent cycling through different men to screw which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I
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appreciated the comfort and sexual favors from each man and how they didn't want to remain
attached for very long. Being able to sleep in my own bed without anyone hogging it was pure
bliss, but it still made me feel alone.
As I pulled up into my empty driveway, I sat for a moment and stared at my house. I knew I
had a bit of a late night ahead and I was prepared for it, but I still couldn't get Devon out of my
mind. That brief touch had left me shivering with delight. I wanted to know how it felt elsewhere
on my body, whether his hand was heavy or gentle. His soft fingers looked like they were excellent
for holding and I found myself drifting into one of my usual fantasies. After entering my house, I
set my things up on the coffee table and settled in, debating whether or not to take care of the
annoying tingle in my vulva. I shifted from foot to foot in deep thought as my fantasies started to
take over.
Try as I might, I couldn't ignored the painful tugging in my lower pelvis, pulling me away
from the couch and towards the bathroom where I turned on the shower. I discarded my beautiful
work clothes – the ones I had worn in hopes that Devon might notice – and stepped into the
steady stream of warmth that greeted me. As I lathered my body in my favorite lavender soap, I
began to slide my fingers further down my torso to my aching lips, moving between the slippery
folds with ease. A smile crossed my face as I smoothed my fingers over my own taut skin, enjoying
the warmth of my bud poking beneath the folds of my beautiful rose petals.
The ardent loving of my hand was more than welcome, a delicious treat before I had to work
for the remainder of the evening. I imagined Devon standing in front of me with droplets of water
decorating his broad chest and toned arms. The long fingers slipped under mine, taking control of
my pleasure in an instant. The blood in my veins surged, rushing to the site of arousal as soon as I
had Devon within my mind's eye. Fingers were twitching in a passionate frenzy to inspire my
climax, his thumb heavily pressed into my engorged clit and eliciting short moans. I became
breathtakingly aware of the water rushing down my soapy body and the bubbles that tickled my
nipples. Leaning into the tile of the wall, I released a loud moan and pictured Devon's hand
moving faster against my skin, causing my hips to buck forward and my body to shake.
My climax consumed me as my moans echoed through the bathroom, the water refreshing
me back to reality as I released my vulva. I was disappointed to see the tub empty as I had hoped
my fantasy might have been real. Was it really so childish of me to want him this way? I just
wanted him to caress my skin and make me feel less alone. Surely he had plenty of affection to
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offer and I was so willing to accept it. If only he would notice me. If only I could tell him.
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Chapter Two
I used to feel awkward walking into work in the morning and greeting Mr. Bloom knowing
that I had been fantasizing about him the previous night. The occurrence was so common now
that it felt like a daily habit, something like eating and driving. While distracted by my thoughts, I
hadn't noticed the dry cleaning hanging up on the coat rack next to my desk. Maura, who worked
at the desk just a few feet away from me, nudged me after I sat down and stood over me the way
she did any time she had a fresh piece of gossip. I wasn't the type to repeat it, but it was titillating
to listen to the strange things she heard. There was one hefty rumor floating around that the
janitor had gotten our recent temp pregnant and she had to go have an abortion paid for by the
company to avoid a horrible scandal. It sounded so superfluous, but I had to confirm that it wasn't
true and went back through some charges on the company card. Nothing strange showed up and
the rumor dispelled itself the following week.
Maura was standing so close that I could nearly identify the toothpaste she used that
morning, right down to the brand. Her teeth were sparkling behind her glossed lips and I could
spot her tongue ring hiding in her mouth while her lips moved.
“I see someone has a new ballgown waiting for her,” she said while motioning with her eyes
towards the rack behind me.
I turned to see the dry cleaning bag and the shining fabric beneath it, nearly swooning at the
sight of the expensive material. For whom was that dress? It must have been something Devon
had personally delivered, perhaps from a date or for a future one. I studied the gold letters on the
clear plastic, noting it was a dry cleaning store from the more affluent side of town.
“Where did that come from?” I whispered while turning back to Maura. “I haven't seen a date
listed on Mr. Bloom's schedule and no one has called about a dress.”
“Maybe it's for you,” Maura said playfully.
I pushed her arm gently and blushed.
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“There's no way that's for me. I wouldn't even look good in such a thing,” I said quickly.
“Would I?”
Maura smiled wide.
“You would look absolutely charming in that sort of dress. Maybe the boss is about to come
on to you,” she said while raising her eyebrows.
Before I could respond, Devon walked into the main office area and Maura scurried back to
her desk while I composed myself. I pretended that I didn't notice the dress and started unloading
files from my satchel, opening my laptop to start getting some work done. Devon approached my
desk and gently laid a ticket on top of a vanilla folder and then waited for me to look up.
“Good morning, sir. What is this?” I asked innocently.
He motioned towards the ticket, pointing out the embossed lettering on the cream colored
paper. It was beautifully designed with curly letters taking up most of the space, describing the
admittance of Devon Bloom plus one guest of his choice. There was no listed address and the
sentence at the bottom read, “Where dreaming is a delight.” I studied this with curiosity,
wondering what they were referring to and then looked back up to see Devon's eyes glittering
down at me. The smile on his face was intensely mischievous, his lips curling upwards as if hiding
a diabolical plan. I shivered.
“This is your project, Miss Andrea. I'm in need of a date for tonight's gala event across town.
I've already procured a dress in your size in hopes that you might agree. It would be terribly
embarrassing to go alone,” Devon explained as my eyes grew wide. “Could you finish all your work
by 2:00 PM?”
I was trying hard to keep my lower lip from quivering, my nervous system overreacting and
shooting electrical signals throughout my body. With a controlled smile, I agreed.
“But why are we getting ready so early? The event isn't until 6:00 PM,” I pointed out.
Devon leaned over my desk to whisper his response, explaining that he had booked a hot
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massage, manicure, pedicure, and hair appointment for me to look my best. I couldn't keep from
flushing as I had never had someone so eager to have me at their side while looking absolutely
extravagant. Suddenly, all of my fantasies came flooding back to my mind and I thought about
last night's encounter. He had been planning this the whole time and I had no idea! Had he
meant to kiss me last night? The look in his eye warned me of his intention, his soft lips wanting
to engulf my tongue with pleasure.
I found myself leaning forward and had to stop, noticing that the two of us being so close was
picking up stares and whispers from the entire office staff. The phone rang and brought me back
to reality, allowing me to excuse myself from the terribly awkward situation at hand.
“I can't thank you enough, sir,” I said before answering the phone.
“Please, call me Devon,” he said before slipping into his office.
The person on the other end of the line was repeatedly greeting me while I remained silent,
totally honed in on the buttocks of the man walking away from me and towards his desk. I was
leaning again. Maura cleared her throat and motioned with her eyes toward the ticket that was
still on the desk. I wanted to tell her about it, but I also wanted it to be a secret. I knew what kind
of talk went around the water cooler and Maura was certainly the center of that. While Maura rose
to come look, I hid the ticket in the desk drawer and held up my hand as I finally answered the
person screaming through the speaker of the phone.
Defeated temporarily, Maura sat back down at her desk and tapped her pen on the pile of
folders under her hand. I knew she would try to get a peek at it later, perhaps even snap a little
picture to show everybody else in the office. I could feel them all glaring at the back of my head,
perhaps jealous that the most handsome man of the company had given me something deliciously
expensive while inviting me out. I turned to look at the dress that glimmered in the morning light.
In another five hours, I would be in the capable hands of the most elegant man in the city, getting
prim and proper to be his arm candy.
While I wasn't typically fond of being an object, I found this invitation to be incredibly
flattering. Clearly, Devon found me attractive enough to be his date, but did this attraction push
past our professional relationship? Would we become friends? Every cell of my body was
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screaming in hopes that it would, that perhaps I wouldn't spend tonight alone. My hope drove me
to work twice as hard as any other day and I ended up finishing all of my work forty-five minutes
early. I followed Devon confidently to the elevator as the entire office trailed behind us, pretending
like they weren't watching. As the doors closed, I winked at Maura who smiled in response and
waved.
“I will drop you off at the spa and pick you up in time for you to slip in to your dress and get a
bite to eat. What do you typically like to eat?” asked Devon as we rode the elevator down.
I stared at him blankly. Eat? We were eating dinner, too? This was turning into a real date
instead of a project and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach desperately trying to get out.
“Dinner…?” I couldn't seem to formulate a response.
Amused, Devon chuckled and said, “Yes, dinner. Where would you like to eat? Think about
that while you're relaxing. I want you to feel like a princess.”
I clutched the dress under my arms and practically melted when the doors opened for us to
step into the garage. As I walked to my car, Devon said he would meet me at my house to be
picked up. I already felt like a princess holding this dress. It's elegance surpassed anything I had
ever seen in my life. The drive home was filled with excited yelps and squeals, my eyes
continuously turning to the dress in the passenger's seat. I would be his princess tonight. It was a
fantasy come true.
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Chapter Three
The material of the dress Devon had bought me felt like silk against my skin and it slipped
over my thighs as we rode in the back of his car. My hands were gloved with the softest velvet, the
fabric feeling even silkier against the dress as I moved my skirts about. Part of me was tempted to
be flirtatious and lift the hem of the dress to reveal my sexy legs, but I didn't want to prematurely
come on to the beautiful man next to me. His suit was absolutely gorgeous and complete with a
rose in the breast pocket, appearing so much different than he did at work on a typical day.
As we drove uphill, a mansion came into view and the driver pulled us up in front of the
steps. I didn't know this event would be at a mansion! The door opened and Devon stepped out
first, turning to help me from the vehicle. I graciously accepted his hand and planted my feet
firmly on the concrete, careful not to lose my footing to prevent any embarrassing accidents. The
scenery inspired me to straighten my posture and hold my chin a little higher, something I hadn't
done since I was a young girl. My mother had thrown me in a pageant once where my coach
taught me to walk in this fashion, saying it displayed a sense of class. Seeing as I was about to be
in the company of the affluent, I figured it was a good time to act like I had class even if I didn't.
We entered the mansion and traded our tickets for masquerade masks. Devon helped me tie
mine and stroked my cheek, commenting how beautiful I looked this evening. The mask hid my
flushed face and I took his arm as we walked through a set of satin curtains hanging in front of an
entrance. I almost lost Devon's hand in the fabric and nearly panicked until the curtains finally
opened up to reveal a lavish room decorated with antique furniture and classic nude portraits.
Most of the furniture was occupied by bodies covered in glittering silk and mesh. Each face was
covered with a mask, the identity of any individual effectively hidden.
As my eyes washed over the scene, I realized that the bodies sitting incredibly close were
actually humping. Legs were intertwined with multiple body parts and hands were lodged firmly
between thighs while drunken moans floated across the room. Horrified, I searched around for a
door that led somewhere else, a bathroom perhaps, where I could compose myself. Devon noticed
my panic and took my hand, pulling me towards one of the paintings that opened up into a lounge
room. Panting, I sat in one of the lush chairs available and held my hand to my heart. It was
beating heavily against the inside of my ribs, threatening to bust out of my chest.
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Devon disappeared out of one door and came back through another, holding a glass of water
in one hand and a pill in the other. He held them out to me, beckoning me to take it and drink. I
pushed his hands away, but he insisted, assuring me that it would calm my nerves while taking
away the shock. Through the mask, I studied his features. He seemed to empathize, but I really
couldn't tell because the feathers of my mask were in the way. Part of me wanted to tear off the
mask and leave while the other part of me wanted to ravish him here in this room. Was this what
it took to earn his affection?
“I should have warned you, but you seemed like you would enjoy something different than the
norm,” Devon explained while kneeling down next to me. “I thought perhaps you were as
interested in the alternative as me.”
I met his gaze with some surprise, wondering what made me appear potentially eccentric.
Was it my lack of socializing or the way I readjusted my skirt upon him entering the office? Could
he hear my thoughts at night as I stroked my sopping wet peach to the image of him ramming me
against a wall?
“For the past year, I have been wanting to ask you to come with me. I have worked up every
bit of nerve and failed, the scent of you filling me with regret every time you leave,” Devon said
while holding my chin. “I want to spoil you, ravish you, pleasure you – please, take the pill and
follow me down into this beautiful, dark world. It will be worth your while.”
How had he hidden all of these things from me? My shock was overwhelming and I couldn't
take it anymore. I agreed to take the pill and he placed it between his lips, leaning forward to
meet mine. His tongue pushed the pill into my mouth and lingered briefly before he handed me
the water to swallow. Within a few minutes, I was feeling much better and stood to follow Devon
back out amidst the orgy taking place beyond the painting. I stayed close behind him as he walked
about the room, greeting many of the attendees even as they were in the midst of sex. I nodded
politely when he motioned towards me and tried to keep a sweet smile on my face. Hopefully, no
one had witnessed my embarrassing retreat behind the painting.
Suddenly, I felt quite faint and grabbed Devon's coat pocket before tumbling forward. He
caught my limp body in his arms and chuckled lightly, mentioning to the man standing next to
him that this was my first taste of delight. The charming man leaned over to say something clever
and kissed my hand that was completely void of muscle control. I hoped I wouldn't pee on myself.
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As Devon took me through another hall, I listened to the low hum of moans and bays that echoed
from each room, the joyful rise of voices filling me with glee and causing me to smile. Devon laid
me out on a plush bed and began to lay kisses upon my neck that tingled and reverberated
throughout my body.
It was absolutely delightful.
As his fingers dove beneath the fabric of my dress, I lent myself over to him completely. My
body was twitching all over and the electrical pulses that typically warned my brain of danger
were slowly firing between cells, slowing down as the pill broke down further in my belly amidst
the delicious dinner we had just had. My head lulled on the pillow and Devon shushed me, saying
it was going to be okay.
“I know you've always wanted this,” he whispered, the sound of his voice seeming incredibly
far away.
“I've wanted this for so long,” I gasped as his fingers slid underneath the lace panties.
Devon's curious fingers found a delicate fold and pushed beneath, the lips already soaked
with anticipation and creating a slippery surface for him to slide over. Alarmed at his tender
touch, I gasped and leaned further into the lush pillow beneath my head. The hem of my dress
was pulled all the way up and my breasts were exposed to the chilly air of the room, nipples
standing erect as soon as they were revealed. Warmth met my sensitive peach and I gasped,
looking down to find Devon's lips firmly engaged in sucking the lips and clit all at once. His
tongue unfurled and began to lap at my aroused skin, blood rushing to my vulva and causing the
pink skin to flush red.
More curious fingers found their way inside the secret hole that had begged for him to prod
for so long. The plush tongue smoothed over the exposed nerves, lapping fervidly in order to elicit
more than mere moans from my mouth. I watched as his two fingers slid beneath his tongue,
pushing deep inside me as the pressure within my pelvis grew. My hips were rolling
uncontrollably, forcing my aching lips into his mouth as he licked. I was aching to be released
from the prison of my desire, having dreamed of this moment for the past year with feverish
passion. I could feel the tingle blossom and begin to radiate outwards, meeting every corner of my
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body with bliss. My eyes rolled back and I squealed, grinding my peach hard into his lips that
devoured the entirety of my exposed skin.
Moments later, I was panting beneath the heat of his kisses that he planted on every inch of
my body, his hands smoothing over my soft skin in an effort to bring me back to the moment.
Apparently, I had fallen asleep briefly, a side effect of the drug I had taken. I wasn't sure exactly
what it was called, but it had made me feel absolutely amazing and I was ready to go again. Devon
lifted my lolling head and told me the party was over, that he needed to take me home to rest.
Disappointed, I whined that I hadn't had a chance to please him and he chuckled in response.
“Tomorrow morning, my dear, you may do just that,” he teased.
Before I could say anything else, he was carrying me back out through the main area that was
now empty and loading me into the back of his car. The ride home was a bit of a blur, my vision
going in and out as consciousness decided to leave me. We pulled up in front of a lavish set of
condos that appeared well kept and I assumed it was where he lived. Upstairs, he laid me out into
his bed and wrapped me in the finest cotton sheets I had ever felt. It wasn't long before I was
soothed to sleep by the stroke of his hand against my head.
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Chapter Four
The next morning, I woke up gently to the sound of a violin and stretched out over the fluffy
cotton sheets. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times, trying to take in my surroundings. I
realized it wasn't my house. Sitting up quickly, I looked about in a daze until the memories of the
previous night came flooding back to me.
I had taken a pill and had sex with Devon.
He had taken me home.
This was his bed.
The little girl deep down started squealing excitedly and I couldn't help but smile. The violin
abruptly stopped playing and I heard shuffling. Immediately, I laid back down and spread my hair
out to appear attractive, hoping my face looked relaxed and angelic amidst the sheets.
The soft patter of feet moving along the carpet approached me and I felt the presence of
Devon leaning over the bed to gently kiss my lips. On cue, I opened my eyes and smiled as his face
came into view.
“Good morning,” he whispered. “Did you sleep well?”
I nodded, knowing better than to open my mouth before I had time to rinse my teeth. I wasn't
sure I had even packed to stay over. In fact, I didn't think this was part of the initial plan. I was
grateful that he took care of me, though, as whatever that drug was had put me under quite a
spell. Stretching again, I realized that I was nude and quickly pulled the sheets up to my chest out
of embarrassment. Devon laughed and slipped his hand under the sheets, taking one of my pearshaped breasts into his hand.
“There's nothing to be shy about. I saw you naked last night,” he said as he licked my neck.
“And I thoroughly enjoyed the view.”
A giggle escaped my throat as he played with my nipple, his lips trailing along my neck and
to my ear where he licked the lobe playfully. I felt absolutely smitten and wanted to tell him, but
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still felt self-conscious about having morning breath. I turned my head away and commented how
I had enjoyed the previous night even though I was still a bit woozy. He lamented the fact that he
had given me a whole pill, saying he probably should have cut it in half since I had never had it
before.
“Next time, we'll do that,” he said.
“There's a next time?” I asked.
“Of course. As long as you want there to be a next time, there will,” Devon responded.
His fingers reached down under the sheets and pleasured me briefly, the silky lips receptive
to the touch of him even while sober. I almost begged him to climb on top of me, hoping that
maybe he would keep his promise from the previous night. I desperately wanted to please him and
found my hands reaching for his pants that were now tight around the zipper. Beneath the fabric
was his hard rod ready to be stimulated, the head poking out from his briefs and twitching in
response to my touch. A moment later, I had pulled his hips towards my mouth and devoured his
wand whole, the head of it pushing into the back of my throat. I trailed my tongue along his shaft,
using my lips to massage as I bobbed up and down.
The hand beneath the sheets continued to push between my petals, feverishly trying to elicit
the same moans from last night. I pushed the sheets off my body, revealing my tan nude form, and
pulled him from my mouth while wrapping my hand around his shaft. The skin throbbed within
my grip and I pumped hard, daring him to cum on my face. Moans filled the air with absolute
bliss, the sound of flesh slapping together a pleasure in itself. I looked up at his handsome face
that was twisted in utter ecstasy and demanded that he mount me.
Delighted, Devon removed his hand from my delicate peach and propped himself between my
legs, his rod pressing between my lips eagerly. I teased him with my engorged clit and dragged it
along his shaft, eliciting moans straight from his mouth. As I rolled my hips against him, he
found the opening of my flower and penetrated my petals, surprised gasps echoing through the
room. The girth of him filled me to the brim with jubilation, every fantasy coming together to
prove how his presence inside me was more than mere pleasure. It was absolute bliss. The primal
urge to mate was overpowering, causing me to grunt and grip his shoulders. I dug my nails into
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his taut skin and he hissed, taking my wrists and pushing them down to the bed.
“There are consequences for hurting your precious Daddy,” he growled.
“Be nice or I won't take you to another party.”
Alarmed that I had offended him, I apologized repeatedly until he withdrew his cock and
flipped me over for a vicious spanking. I screamed against the sound of his hand slapping my
bottom, the sting causing me to grow wetter than before. Elation filled my gut and I screeched for
him to fuck me, begging him to bring me to completion.
“Say please and call me by my name!” Devon demanded.
“Please, Devon,” I cried.
Slap.
“Call me by my name,” he yelled between spanks.
“Please, Daddy,” I cried over the sound of slapping. “Please, please, please!”
Without warning, he propped himself back between my legs and gripped my thighs, shoving
his throbbing cock deep within the abyss of my warm chasm that welcomed him. He reared back
and started to grind hard, shoving himself as deep as he could possibly go while shoving my face
into his plush pillows. My quivering thighs were met with his hips, each slap sending me out into
the universe and plummeting back down to earth in a dizzying cycle that seemed to last for
eternity. Within moments of his hand caressing my clit, I was overwhelmed by the drugging waves
of my orgasm, completely enveloped in its explosion. This time, I stayed out amidst the stars
above the earth, hovering briefly before crashing down into the ocean where I was met with cool
relief.
Devon flipped me over on the bed and curled into my side, sweating viciously from the heat of
our vigorous exercise. He commented on how I was a good girl and how being so obedient would
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earn me some sweet rewards. Too exhausted from the activity to ask, I rolled over into his arm and
inhaled the scent of his cologne, suddenly feeling my hunger take hold. The feeling of him inside
me was exactly what I had dreamed, every bit of his cock sumptuous and the taste pleasantly
lingering in my mouth. I noticed the sticky substance along my stomach and laughed, asking if we
could shower.
“Anything for my sweet little girl,” he responded while pecking my lips.
“But first, clean up Daddy's cum. He's made a mess.”
I looked down at the creamy load still sitting on my stomach and wiped it with my hand,
hoping maybe to find a towel.
“Eat it,” he demanded.
While holding his gaze, I held my hand up to my tongue and licked it away, swallowing every
bit of the substance that entered my mouth. My little displayed earned a wet kiss and a loving pat
on my vulva before Devon stood to go to the shower. Turning, he called for me in his sweetest
voice and told me to crawl to the bathroom to show him how much of a good girl I could really be.
This little game was absolutely delightful, filling me with such excitement as to cause me to grow
wet again. I didn't know how long I'd be able to hold out until the next time he penetrated my lips
for they were suddenly aching again.
I crawled over the luscious carpet into the bathroom, the tile cold underneath my hands and
shins. Congratulating me on being so good, he gave me permission to stand and enter the warm
shower to rinse. Inside, he delicately traced my body with a soapy cloth, wiping away all of the
sweat from earlier. He whispered sweet, comforting phrases and promised me everything I wanted
as long as I was good and as long as I called him Daddy. I felt like a princess in that moment and
smiled wide, excited for the relationship that was about to develop between us. As his lips met my
skin, whispered his name repeatedly, relishing the sound of it in my mouth. My Daddy, I
thought. Mine.
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Chapter Five
Needless to say, work was awkward the following Monday as the whispers in the office grew
loud enough for me to hear. I wasn't sure what exactly happened to me over the weekend, but I
was stronger than ever. This strength turned into a stern look that shot its way over my shoulder
and effectively silenced the entire office in one go. My ego shot through the roof. Noticing the
change in my demeanor, Maura approached me at lunch in the break room.
“Someone is seriously full of some spunk today. What happened with your date Friday?” she
asked nosily while sitting down at the table.
Annoyed that she was prying, I responded calmly, “It went very well. The dinner was lovely
and the art gala was absolutely fantastic.”
Maura stared at me as I took a bite of my sandwich and gently dabbed the corners of my
mouth. I knew she was expecting me to dish some serious details, but I wasn't about to reveal the
nature of my new relationship. That wasn't part of our deal. We wanted to be absolutely discreet
in our encounters so no one would suspect our lifestyle of being any different. What would people
think if they found out I had spent part of the weekend drugged and spanked? We simply couldn't
allow anyone to know. Maura prodded me for more details.
“Well, did you have sex?” she asked excitedly. “Is his cock huge? All the girls want to know.”
“I think that's inappropriate, Maura,” I said after swallowing my food.
“He's your boss, you know.”
“He's your boss, too,” she pointed out rudely.
“You know I hate to participate in your petty office rumors. Don't involve me further. I wish to
keep my life free of that drama,” I added quickly.
Defeated once again, Maura stood and left the break room in a huff, likely running off to find
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someone else to talk to about my mysterious date with Daddy. I stopped chewing suddenly.
Daddy, I thought. It was the first time I had thought of him with his formal name. It
overwhelmed me with bliss and I suddenly fell into a splendor of thoughts that was interrupted by
another desk worker who was getting coffee. She politely said hello and then ran from the room,
probably sent by Maura to spy on me. I was about done with the crap she was spitting and made a
mental note to bring it up at the next meeting. If people couldn't keep their nose out of my shit,
then I would make sure of it, I thought spitefully.
When lunch was over, I returned to my desk to file some paperwork before the end of the day.
Daddy was in his office handling a client, waving viciously at his intercom and likely yelling
beyond the soundproof glass. There was another party this weekend and it was only Monday,
something that reminded me of how much I had become addicted and how quickly I had fallen.
He looked dreamy even through the stressed appearance of his face. Every gesture was sexy and I
found myself staring again. I shook my head and went back to work, hoping nobody had noticed.
The week passed rapidly and I found solace in the depth of my work, seeming to be more
productive now that I was addressing Devon as Daddy in my head. He had truly become a fatherly
figure to me, checking on me frequently and bringing me treats throughout the day when I had
done a good job. I was rather familiar with the reinforcement techniques, but fell for it anyway,
relishing all the attention he was giving me. I had taken home some of the chocolates he had
brought me and popped them in my mouth before rubbing myself raw on the couch. I spread out
his papers in front of me and stared at them, focusing on his name printed in bold letters while
slipping my fingers inside my warm peach.
It was exhilarating to masturbate to his signature and I did this nearly every night until
Friday when he told me to leave early and head for his condo where a surprise was waiting for me
in the closet. Excitedly, I ran through the parking garage and hopped in my car to speed over to
his place where I found the front door unlocked. Inside his room, I opened the closet doors to
reveal a gorgeous pink dress outlined in glittering rhinestones. It was a mermaid dress and it
looked absolutely stunning, the pink a perfect shade for my beautifully tanned skin. It matched
my manicure that he had gotten me the previous week and I felt like the prettiest doll when I put
it on.
Before Daddy got home, I showered and made sure I was neat and prepared for him and then
pulled on the dress as he was walking through the door. The bedroom door creaked open and he
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whistled, saying his little girl looked all grown up in the beautiful new dress. I posed and smiled,
feeling reborn in the skin I had just pulled on. He was going to turn me into a brat and I was
loving it. As he pulled me up into his arms, he planted a kiss on my lips and asked me where I
wanted to eat before heading to the party.
We ate at one of my favorite bistros, turning heads as we walked in the door and sat at one of
the best booths available, a waiter pulling out my chair for me to sit down. I felt like such royalty
that I blushed and fanned myself, knowing I was being adored by the people around us. He had
kept his promise and made me a princess. I could feel it.
After finishing our delicious meal, Daddy led me by my gloved hand back to the front where
we climbed into his shiny black car and zipped off to the mansion. I felt much more confident
while exiting the vehicle, climbing the steps carefully as I held my sumptuous dress by the hem so
I could walk. My chin was naturally elevated this time, reflecting the class that seemed to have
seeped under my skin during the week. Perhaps it was belonging to him that made me feel so
exceptional and I could tell that the other attendees noticed this as we entered the front of the
mansion, their eyes lingering momentarily before drunkenly gazing elsewhere. We traded our
lavish tickets for masks and started to head for the silk curtains when Daddy took my elbow and
gently pulled me aside into a small, carpeted hall. The carpet was a maroon ocean covered in gold
tinsel and it reminded me of my hair. The red ringlets came down in waves over my shoulders,
outlining my face and matching my lips.
Daddy smoothed a lock of my hair behind my ear and smiled, stroking my cheek with his
thumb. The motion made me blush under my mask and I smiled wide as he held up a small gift
box wrapped in red paper. It shimmered in the light of the setting sun from the window, winking
at me and inspiring a gasp. As I took it from his hands, I admired the wrapping and turned it
over, trying to determine what might be hiding inside. Daddy playfully took my fingers and kissed
them, encouraging me to open it and see what was waiting for me.
Excitedly, I tore the wrapping and dropped it to the floor, the shiny pieces landing in curled
heaps on the velvety carpet. The dark box under the paper was quite simple, a neutral image I
wasn't expecting to see. I pulled off the top and marveled at the silky interior that harbored a
gorgeous gold collar with large letters printed around the front. The entirety of it was malleable,
suitable for a small neck like mine that constantly needed to bend and turn. While admiring the
shining spectacle in front of my eyes, Daddy pulled it from the box and held it up in the light, the
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letters glittering brightly as I read them together:
DADDY
My fingers covered my lips and my chin, the joy of seeing such a gift overwhelming every bit
of my body. He held it out to me, but I couldn't seem to get my hands to move to accept it. The gift
box had fallen from my grip and was now in the midst of curled wrapping paper, the sound of
everything else muffled under the sound of my blood rushing through my ears. Gently, Daddy
pulled my hands from my face and placed a loving kiss upon my red lips, making me faint once
more with his amiable touch.
“This is for my little princess,” he said, breaking the muffled rush of white noise in my ears.
“This is a statement of your possession. You belong to me and only me. I am in charge of your
orgasms and I will determine who plays with you.”
Gratefully, I adoringly outlined the cold metal letters and nodded, biting my lower lip as he
had me turn about for him to wrap it around the supple skin of my neck. When he had fastened
the collar in place, I leaned my head against his shoulder and smiled up at the ceiling high above
us, savoring the glory of this moment and how it seemed set apart from everything else in the day.
It was a delicious memory that would be a succulent treat to think of next week as I fervently
masturbated to the thought of him barreling into my sweet tulip. Daddy ran his fingers up the
length of my dress and cupped my breasts, squeezing them slightly before suggesting that we
attend the party as he wished to ravish me publicly.
Feeling somewhat nervous about this new experience, I asked for half a pill of delight to help
ease me into the performing mood. I knew once we were beyond those curtains that anything
could happen, maybe even things I wouldn't dare repeat outside of these walls. It was such an
exhilarating practice as I had no idea who those people might be. Perhaps I had served one of
them in college during my time as a waitress or maybe I had run into them at a coffee shop and
didn't give them a second glance. We were all equal here. That's what made the activity so
attractive: no one would ever gossip because they didn't know who was who. I felt I had some
immunity to do as I pleased.
Daddy broke me out of my thoughts by taking my hand and leading me back out towards the
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satin curtains that billowed elegantly about the entrance. They encircled us as the delight began
to take effect, its tentacles enveloping my skin and dragging across the exposed bits. On the other
side, the eruption of moans greeted us and I smiled as I looked around the room. Daddy pulled me
between two vintage couches and introduced me to some friends of his who were hotly engulfed in
the crevices of the other. I nodded to each of them before their lips disappeared between thighs
and muffled squeaks echoed from hidden lips. The sight of these two women so passionately
attached was incredibly arousing and I found myself reaching for their twitching skin.
Daddy smacked my hand, warning me not to touch without asking. I turned to him and
apologized profusely for my misbehavior, hoping he would reconsider and allow me to participate
with the women on the couch. He said he had other plans for me tonight. In my mesmerized state,
I hadn't noticed he had pulled an ottoman into the center of the room. He motioned for me to
bend over the cushioned fabric and I obeyed, the room tilting slightly as I bent to rest my belly
against the soft furniture. He wrapped a strap around my belly, pulling it tightly so the leather
was digging into my back through my new dress. Another set of straps were wrapped around my
wrists and pressed to the legs of the ottoman to keep me from moving. My curiosity had my head
turning around and around as the figures gathered about me in hot anticipation of this arousing
display.
The new girl, they whispered to each other, is about to get a sweet treat. We are envious of
her position. Look how delicious that ass looks beneath the fabric. Can we have a go?
Hands reached out in admiration of my exposed rump as the hem of my dress was pulled up
and tossed lazily over my shoulder, blocking some of my vision on my left side. An attendee
approached me and placed a piece of rubber in my mouth, wrapping it around my head and
latching it. It tasted strange and kept my jaw fixed open, feeling like one of those rubbers balls I
used to use to play Jacks. My tongue lapped around the inside of it and made me cringe. It tasted
so strange in my mouth. As I tried to turn my head around to see what Daddy might have been
doing, a heavy sting met my bare bottom and I squealed into the rubber occupying my mouth. A
roar of cheers erupted suddenly and I found the sting returning again, causing my thighs to
vibrate beneath the weight of each blow.
Daddy was spanking me in front of the guests, caressing my bottom very lovingly between
blows and then slamming his hand against my raw skin. He did this in succession a few more
times and then invited others to take a whack at my sweet rump. Each invited guest gave me their
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hardest spank, likely the only time they would ever be allowed to touch the bottom that belongs to
such a powerful figure. Their hands grazed over my swollen skin and some bent to kiss my fragile
base, a comforting gesture that I fully appreciated even though I couldn't say my thanks out loud.
I bit further into the gag that occupied my mouth, the taste of its rubber causing me to cringe
as much as the spanking. The pressure let up after a few more minutes and the rest of the group
gathered on the couches in front of me to watch what else was in store. I was preparing myself for
something incredibly painful, maybe a lashing, but all I felt were the strong and merciful hands of
my Daddy stroking my delicious tulip. His fingers slid over the bud of my clit and down under the
folds of the petals, delicately outlining the inner chamber and pushing inside to feel my sweet
nectar release. My hips were rolling beneath his touch, feeling more and more aroused as he
caressed my soft tulip. As my bottom rose and fell to the beat of his hand, my desire grew to feel
his stem penetrate my folds. We would be complete in that moment and our garden would expand
to the corners of the universe, unfolding over the beautiful green earth.
The moment the thought entered my mind, I felt Daddy run the head of his staff against my
bud and I bucked in response, the elegant form of his cock a delightful reprieve from the spanking.
He allowed his erection to cushion against my petals in an effort to tease me and I felt my fluids
begin to gush around his rod. Once he was properly lubricated with my sumptuous nectar, he
pressed between my lips and parted my warm tunnel for his entry. Endorphins flooded my body as
soon as he was fully immersed and I bit into the ball in my mouth as I smiled uncontrollably. The
crowd surrounding us gasped in awe of how receptive my rose was to his stem, our union a
beautiful display of affection and trust. Daddy took my hips into his hands to steady himself as he
began to rock against my thighs, his wand parting my petals repeatedly and stimulating my secret
spot deep inside my warm chasm.
My head lolled side to side as his hips rolled into my thighs, their meeting causing a sting to
rush through my entire bottom as the skin was still braised from being slapped. The pleasure
combined with the pain was absolutely thrilling and I found myself moaning loudly into the
rubber ball. The attendees watched my eyes roll up to the back of my head as the heat between
Daddy's skin and mine grew to an unbearable force. He was slamming his rod deep into my rose,
using his fingers to stimulate my delicate bud that was engorged with the thirst for his precious
cream to decorate my lavish flower. The ottoman was rocking beneath my shuddering form as
Daddy prodded me and I could feel my flower blossoming into a fully exposed rose, the petals
expanding to accommodate for the coming rain.
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As my soft petals parted once more, my saccharine nectar saturated his delectable wand and
my pelvis exploded like plump clouds releasing its nourishing rains to the earth below. A bay
erupted from my solar plexus like thunder, signaling that lightening had struck the soil
underneath and had charged the earth with electrical pulses. My body felt much like the delicate
ground being pummeled with the force of nature, all of her glory bursting from my tender form.
Daddy sprayed my garden with his wonderfully soothing cream, the warm fluid dripping down my
leaves to the soil below and cleansing my body. Cheers shattered the silence and I noticed the
entire group clapping in unison at our wonderful display. The straps were removed immediately
and I floated through the crowd to a familiar hallway.
Daddy was carrying me away to rest, laying kisses against my head as I gagged on the ball
still occupying my mouth. After laying me upon a fluffy bed, he removed the obstruction and laid
his lips upon mine in celebration of our joyous union. He whispered the most comforting phrases,
running his hands over my sore bottom in an attempt to soothe the red skin. The happiness I felt
permeate my body satisfied me beyond belief and I traced the mask on his face in admiration of
his entire being. I could feel the love growing in my gut, but I didn't dare say it out loud. It was too
soon to say it because I knew it might frighten him away. However, I knew it resided in the secret
compartments of my heart and it patiently nestled itself into one of the empty rooms.
Before I could kiss my sweet Daddy again, a dark figure called for him from the doorway of
the room. He turned to see who it was and then looked back at me lying on the bed, my red curls a
mess about my face. He told me my radiant beauty was absolutely captivating, but that he must
attend to some business.
“But Daddy...” I whispered against his fading outline. “Don't leave me.”
“I'll be back, my sweet princess. I shall send someone to comfort you,” said Daddy from the
entrance of the room.
In the haze of desire for his company, I hadn't noticed a woman lay upon the bed beside me.
Her body came in and out of focus, my hands reaching out for hers that wrapped lovingly about
mine. The warmth radiated from her breasts as she leaned over into me, her lips centimeters away
from my ear as she spoke softly.
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“You may call me Lady. Your Daddy introduced us earlier, but I was preoccupied with my
sweet little slave,” she spoke eloquently. “I'll care for you while your Daddy is away. Do you need
anything?”
I asked very kindly for water which she delivered to me without missing a beat, her soft
hands delivering my aching soul from the grip of panic. Outside the door was the sound of
passionate debate, Daddy's voice clearly standing out through the noise. It disturbed me that they
were so heatedly engaged and I asked Lady what might have been going on. She shrugged and
wrapped her silky arms around my shoulders, saying that everything would be just fine. Part of me
suspected that someone had a problem with his ownership of me, or maybe it was someone
attempting to gain joint custody of my sweet rump. It haunted my ears as I fell to sleep with Lady
wrapped around me. While her bosom was a delightful pillow upon which to rest, I found my
dreams anxiously submersed in the argument occurring just outside the door.
“...what could possibly sweeten the deal...”
“...I've no idea what you would want...”
“...precious, so precious...”
It seemed they were alluding to treasure, perhaps even one that was so sacred it couldn't be
settled in just one sitting. I heard them agree to a meeting later in the week and made a mental
note to attempt to remember it. At this point, the delight was beginning to wear off and I was
rousing from my brief slumber. I turned my face over to Lady's breast and planted my lips deep in
her cleavage, thanking her for the comfort she was providing me. Daddy walked into the room and
chuckled lightly at the two of us necking on top of the sleek sheets. He crawled on the bed over us
and inserted his lips between ours to make a loving triangle. How exhilarating it was to share the
kiss of a strange woman as well as my Daddy. Suddenly, her silken fingers were pulling up the
hem of my dress and exploring my tummy.
Before she could feel my watered flower, Daddy stopped her and said we could play another
time. I lamented not having more time with Lady as her breasts were so delicious and supple in
my mouth that I wanted to taste them even more. I asked Daddy if she could visit sometime. He
said she would if I behaved during the week which made me smile contentedly. As we said our
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goodbyes, Daddy wrapped his arm around my shoulders and led me out of the room to bid adieu
to the rest of the party. They all waved their elegant hands that weren't preoccupied with a garden
or tree and I raised my arm in return. We parted the curtains and sunk into the darkness of the
night, disappearing beneath the cloak of his car guarded by the stars.
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Chapter Six
When we arrived at Daddy's condo, he sent me to shower and went out into the living room
as I disrobed. I was worried about his well-being, knowing well the concern written across his face
that was more than obvious once the mask was removed. I watched him from behind the door as
he paced the floor, his expensive black shoes cushioned against the plush, white carpet. The
nervousness grew once again and I went to the shower in hopes that it might improve my mood.
When the warm water hit my bare bottom, I screeched and hopped from the glass enclosure.
Daddy was instantly at my side and he took me up into his arms, apologizing for hitting me so
hard. Tears were streaming down my face from the pain as I leaned into his chest, the hug not
enough to dull the pain that my bottom endured. Although I desperately wanted the warmth of
the shower to cure my sore muscles, I was afraid of the sting it would surely bring.
“My darling, I am so sorry. Let me cure you,” Daddy said softly while lifting me into his arms.
He laid me out on his bed and disappeared momentarily. Upon returning, he had a few items
in his hand that he said would help. He placed some ice against my sore skin which caused me to
hiss, the pinch of the cold less horrible than the sting of warm water. After icing my bottom for a
few minutes, he patted it dry with a towel and then began to apply some soothing cream to the
braised skin. I took this opportunity to ask him about his hefty debate from earlier.
“Daddy, who was that man?” I asked innocently from the pillow, my arms wrapped around
the fluffy material to hug as he rubbed my bottom.
Daddy sighed before responding.
“His name is Julian Ottosen,” he explained while laying back on the bed beside me. “He is
one of the richest men in the world and a potential client for our business.”
I studied the features of his face as he spoke, my eyes trailing over the strong jaw and dipping
down into the curve of his neck. It beckoned to be kissed, but I knew he was speaking in a serious
manner which meant I had to wait to play. I tried to be respectful to Daddy when he was in
business mode. Interrupting his thoughts might lead to a horrible punishment and I wasn't sure I
wanted to know what it would be this time. As my eyes trailed back up to his, I found them staring
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right back at me. I couldn't help but smile.
“What were you arguing about?” I asked as I met his gaze.
“Terms of business,” he replied. “And nothing more. Just a bit of a disagreement.”
“It seemed so serious,” I whispered from the pillow.
I could feel myself beginning to fade into the abyss, my eyelids drooping against my will to
keep them open. Though I was exhausted, I didn't want to miss pillow talk. Being able to open up
to Daddy while relaxed on his bed was one of the most soothing parts of my evening with him. I
had only experienced it a few times, but it solidified our bond. It was the moment where he would
ask me all about my aspirations and whether I would succeed in this business or start my own. I
relayed how much I wanted to be in business myself, not remain a secretary for the rest of my life.
He had encouraged me to reach higher and I intended to do so, but I also didn't want to leave his
service.
Before I knew it, I had fallen under the spell of slumber. I could still hear Daddy speaking
over the pillow, mentioning how he wanted to bathe me even though I was hardly awake. He
couldn't put me in the bath as it would harm my bottom, but he could at least bring the bath to
me. I smiled through my sleepy state and relished the comforting feeling of a warm sponge gently
pressing against my skin, caressing all of the parts of me he treasured deeply. He pressed into my
rose and carefully pulled back the petals to dab the inside and then trailed the sponge up the
length of my torso to my breasts where he kissed the nipples that were now aroused to stand. I
wasn't sure when he had manage to flip me over, but I wasn't complaining at this point. I
plummeted suddenly into darkness which cradled me, my mind still abuzz with the excitement
from the party.
No sooner had I fallen to sleep was daylight meeting my eyes, inviting them to open. I
focused on the ceiling first and then turned to find Daddy sleeping peacefully against my left
breast, a sponge still in the grip of his hand. I giggled and removed it, placing it carefully in the
bowl on the night stand. This motion caused Daddy to rouse from his sleep and he greeted me
with a joyful smile, wrapping his lips around mine. I wasn't sure what he had planned for us
today, but I hoped it would have something to do with food because my stomach was begging to
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be filled. I asked Daddy if he could treat us to brunch and he said yes, rising from the bed and
pulling me with him.
I looked through my collection of summer dresses from the closet and pulled on a long maxi
dress covered in roses. The halter style top was perfect for the hot weather that was about to meet
us and I completed by ensemble with a white sun hat and large shades. Daddy was wearing a pair
of khaki shorts and a casual polo, something I'd never seen him wear. I was so used to his formal
appearance that the image of him in relaxed clothing was rather comical. I giggled. My
unintended laugh offended Daddy and he grabbed my arm to scold me.
“Don't you laugh at Daddy,” he warned. “Or I will tie you up at the next party and refuse to
play with you.”
Alarmed at the thought of being ignored, I quickly apologized and adjusted my glasses,
bowing my head to Daddy who released his grip of me as soon as he heard the sorrow in my voice.
He kissed my forehead, forgiving me verbally and ordering me to get in the car. I obeyed his words
and fastened myself into the seat, being as perfectly behaved as possible. At the restaurant, I
hardly spoke and kept my elbows off the table, trying to show Daddy how much of a good girl I
could be. Our quiet brunch was interrupted by a very attractive man in a beige suit, his expensive
shades hiding his eyes as he approached our table.
“My good sir,” he spoke clearly. “Have you thought about our new terms?”
Daddy didn't look up from his plate, but dabbed his mouth gently before replying, “I have
given it much thought since we last spoke.”
I looked between the two and realized this must be Julian, the man who had been arguing
with my darling Daddy just last night. My gaze was hidden by my shades and I focused on my
chewing to appear less than alarmed. It seemed to be working up until the point where Julian
introduced himself and took my hand to kiss it.
“What a lovely woman you have, Mr. Bloom,” said Julian. “She looks so radiant during the
day.”
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Daddy's grip on his fork tightened at the sight of Julian touching my hand, the nerve of this
snobbish man seeming to push Daddy into a bit of a fit.
“I just thought I would come say hello after finishing my brunch. I look forward to our
meeting next week, Mr. Bloom,” said Julian while releasing my hand to shake Daddy's. “And I do
hope we come to an agreement soon.”
He bowed his head to me, nodded to Daddy, and sauntered off in the direction of a very
expensive foreign car that appeared to have been imported. As I watched him drive off, I heard
Daddy's breathing labor briefly before he took a deep breath and exhaled. I pulled my sun hat off
and placed it in my lap, reaching across the table to Daddy who appeared to be incredibly
stressed.
“What a rude man he appears to be, Daddy,” I said in my sweetest voice.
“Don't let him bother you. He's just another business client.”
Smiling in the bright light of day, Daddy looked up from his plate and squeezed my hand
with appreciation. He didn't need to deal with business outside of work and I felt so bad that he
had to handle such an annoying person without the walls of his office to protect him. My poor
Daddy had been caught without his fortress. How dare that awful man intrude on our delicious
meal! I was certain the stress came from his sudden appearance and did my best to comfort Daddy
who seemed to lighten up after I told him a few silly jokes. Our laughter filled the air, effectively
defeating our enemy who had attempted to penetrate our happy castle.
Brunch ended soon after he had cheered up and then the weekend went with it, passing
suddenly across my vision and ending with me walking through the front door of my house. I sank
into my couch feeling somewhat defeated, hoping maybe Daddy would want me to prolong my
stay with him. I was so lost without his presence and I felt useless, looking about in a distraught
fashion trying to find something to do. I took care of the memos he had assigned to me for the
week and then found myself scrubbing the floors. When I was done, the floor sparkled and I felt
accomplished, rewarding myself with a cocktail and a little playful teasing from my fingers. I
closed my eyes and leaned back against the couch, lulling myself into a state of utter bliss.
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When I opened my eyes, it was Monday again and I watched the elevator with intense
longing for my sweet Daddy's glorious appearance. The reflective metal doors parted and revealed
his handsome face smiling in the beautiful light of morning, his eyes glittering as they absorbed
every bit of my image that he had lost overnight. He approached my desk to shuffle through his
morning calls as I greeted him in my most professional voice. When he was finished, he nodded at
me and winked, then headed to his office to handle business for the day. My eyes remained fixed
on the spot where he had been standing, totally enveloped by the smell of his cologne. My
concentration was broken by a stack of folders landing on my desk which caused me to jump and
squeak. Giggles rippled through the office and I turned to find Maura walking away from me, her
shoulders pulled back tightly as she made her way to the back of the office.
Glaring after her, my feet followed the same path and I spun her around once we were
privately in the break room. Maura was shocked to see me huffing in front of her face, my hands
firmly upon her shoulders.
“Is there a problem, Miss Harper?” I asked firmly.
Maura's eyes narrowed as she kept eye contact, her lips pressing into a thin line.
“You've changed since you started seeing him,” she said.
“I don't know what you're talking about,” I said while releasing her shoulders.
“That man is going to keep changing you until there's nothing left. I can already tell you're
under his spell,” she explained while brushing her blouse.
“What do you think happened to the last secretary?”
I considered her question with some thought. It had never occurred to me to ask. I would
have no way of knowing whether he was doting upon the previous secretary, but now I wanted to
know. Some dark part of me grew jealous all of a sudden and I went to the coffee maker to pour
myself a cup of hot liquid in order to occupy my hands. I didn't want to smack Maura in the face
though I figured she would deserve it for being so rude.
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“And what did happen to your previous secretary?” I asked casually while stirring sugar into
my mug.
“She disappeared. But she had the same look on her face as you did just five minutes ago,”
answered Maura while pointing her finger. “I'm just telling you because I'm concerned.”
I raised my eyebrows, amused by her tone and said, “Oh really? Were you concerned the first
time you saw that dress? You seemed more focused on the potential gossip than you were my
safety. What makes you care so much now?”
Rolling her eyes, Maura firmly placed her hands on her waist and nodded.
“Fine, Andrea. Have it your way. I won't miss you if you happen to disappear,” she said and
then left the room.
I felt alone all of a sudden, the air empty without Maura's presence even if it also meant her
anger occupied that space as well. I wasn't sure what to do with the information she had given me
because she was always the drama mongrel and the gossiper. Truth hardly ever came from those
lips making it difficult to give credence to the warning she had just given me. Whatever she was
trying to do only made me want to run away with Daddy that much more. In fact, I had to stop
myself from stomping straight into his office and begging to leave this dreadful business that
seemed to hold us back from our true nature. I wouldn't mind being his personal assistant
somewhere else, maybe even overseas. It would be such a lovely relationship and it would only be
the two of us. We wouldn't have to deal with hostile or jealous employees.
But that wasn't probable. I couldn't force Daddy to run away from his business and I couldn't
stop Maura from bringing up muck about my darling Daddy. What else could I do in this
situation? I was frozen in the break room when Daddy appeared, saying he needed me to handle
his things while he went to a meeting.
“But you don't have one scheduled today,” I said and then immediately regretted the words
that had come from my lips.
Daddy raised his hand, threatening to strike my face.
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“Did I ask you to check or did I tell you to go back to your desk and do your job?” he asked
sternly.
I lowered my head and apologized for my insolence, then walked to the front of the office with
a false smile on my face. The eyes of my co-workers watched me as I sat down, their gaze fixed on
the back of my head. I knew they could tell something was up as I was shifting frequently in my
chair, the bruises now practically black from Saturday's spanking. I didn't care what they thought.
I was here for Daddy, not them. I serve him. Every part of my being lives to serve him and
whatever he wants of me.
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Chapter Seven
Another week had passed in a flash and everyone was leaving for work. Daddy hadn't sent me
home early like he usually did and I was slowly packing my things as the others walked to the
elevator. Maura locked eyes with me in passing and I grimaced, looking away to take care of my
things as I shrugged off her warning from Monday. Whatever had made her say that probably
came from a place of jealousy or mischief. She was a catalyst for things to go awry and I knew that
now. I just needed to get over it.
After the office had emptied, Daddy came out and leaned into my desk.
“Lady asked for you this week,” he said, avoiding my eyes. “But I'm afraid I had to say no.”
“Why?” I asked, upset that he hadn't told me.
“Because of your behavior on Monday. It was rude and callous. I took personal offense to you
questioning my orders,” explained Daddy while shooting an angry glare at me.
“I'm sorry,” I whispered as I hung my head. “Please, forgive me, Daddy. I am so sorry.”
I felt the tears welling up around the edges of my eyes, but kept them from falling. Daddy
didn't want to see me cry. He just wanted me to genuinely apologize so we could go home and
change. While sulking and hiding behind my hair, Daddy reached over and lifted my chin with his
gentle fingers and smiled, forgiveness shining from his eyes. It made me perk up a bit before we
collected our things. In the parking garage, he insisted that I leave my car since we were already
running late and I didn't argue with his logic even if it seemed a little weird. I climbed in his car
and we drove off.
At the condo in Daddy's room, another elegant and magnificent dress was waiting for me on
his bed and I pulled it on as soon as I laid eyes upon it. The billowing skirt made me look like a
floating princess, the matching tiara a delightful addition that shined as bright as my smile.
Daddy put on his best suit, slipped a rose in his breast pocket, and then wrapped my collar around
my neck. At the mansion, we pulled on our masks and Daddy stopped me. He looked closely at the
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collar, said it looked a bit dull, and removed it. When I asked where he was going, he said he was
taking it to a servant to have it polished and he would return shortly. After a few minutes, I grew
impatient and went through the silk curtains by myself, hoping to find Lady on the other side.
As usual, the room was lit with candles and many of the attendees were wrapped in luscious
splendor, bodies shining with sweat and pleasure. I admired them as I walked through the room,
my dress dragging behind me. I felt a hand plant down on my shoulder and turned to find Daddy
who immediately shoved delight into my mouth and instructed me to swallow. I apologized for
entering without him, but he dragged me into the middle of the room and tossed me down to the
ground, unbuckling his belt while instructing two men to hold my arms in place. My corset made
it difficult to turn even though I knew what Daddy was about to do. My petals were already soaked
in hot anticipation of his stem, unfurling to reveal the mess of nectar just waiting to be greeted by
his cock. The two men lifted my dress and used it to hold my torso, keeping me from moving at all.
Daddy nestled between my thighs and shoved himself inside without teasing me which nearly
ruined the moment until I felt him fill me with his girth. The delight began to take effect while he
penetrated my flower, the delicious bliss taking hold and turning the room into a frenzied blur.
The two men continued to hold me as Daddy instructed them to flip me over, his stem
returning to my petals in order to part them for his entry. I stared up at the ceiling as he sunk in
and out of my garden, and I bayed as he drove deeper. Pressure met my throat and I realized his
hand was wrapped around my neck, pushing down slightly to rob me of breathing. This combined
with him pummeling between my legs gave me a jolt of pleasure that sank into my pelvis and
caused me to flood his stem with fluid. As my eyes began to roll up, I watched a figure come into
view. It appeared to be a man at first, but then I noticed the winking of gold in the dim light. I
read the letters and suddenly gasped at the sight above me.
It was Daddy.
He was holding up the beautiful collar and his lips were moving, but I couldn't hear what he
was saying. Panic rose up to my chest and I nearly lost consciousness until the man violating my
flower had released my throat. I took a deep breath and squealed, trying to shove the men off of
me who were holding me down.
“You're not mine anymore, princess,” he said slowly through the blur of my tears. “You belong
to Julian. Be a good girl and make him cum.”
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While he was speaking, I was shaking my head. I didn't want to be robbed of my Daddy! I
didn't want to belong to anyone else! My body was meant to serve him and only him. I couldn't
possibly enjoy pleasing this man who I had only met once. As Julian drove into my soft tulip, he
gripped my thighs and grunted. The room was driven into chaos at the sight of me being given
away and murmurs echoed through the room. He cock twitched inside my flower and I felt his
thighs tense, his grip tightening around my legs. As Daddy left my vision, Julian instructed the
two men to bring my face towards his cock in order for me to be marked with his hot load. The
room was chanting for him to cover me, for him to remove my mask and replace it with his sticky
cream. Obediently, the men ripped off the mask and my face was met with the substance that
ended my belonging to Daddy. By cumming all over my face, Julian had shown the room that I
was now his property and he would do whatever he wanted with me.
After groaning loudly and gripping my hair, Julian lifted me off the ground and carried me off
to that hallway where he tossed me in a room and forced one of the women in the corner to lick
the cum from my face. She obeyed and licked my face clean, then bowed at the edge of the bed
waiting for his next command. The feeling of her tongue against my skin had been exciting, the
plush warmth a welcome feeling to the harsh drive of Julian plowing into my sacred garden. I felt
betrayed by Daddy as well as slightly aroused. The feelings together were incredibly confusing and
caused me to cry. Julian climbed on the bed and cradled my face between his hands, shushing me
while assuring me that it would be okay.
“You're my gift, my sweet addition,” he said soothingly. “Your Daddy gave you to me as part of
a deal. You are so precious, so very precious, and I will do everything to take care of your needs.”
I met his gaze with some hesitation, his square jaw and handsome face coming into focus as
he wiped the tears gently from my cheeks. I wasn't sure what to think, but I couldn't say no. I'd
already dug myself too far down into the darkness of this world to be able to climb out. The earth
was beginning to crumble over my frail body as I realized I belonged to someone else. I asked if I
would ever be able to see Daddy again and Julian said no, that he was taking me to a new place
where we could have the same amount of fun.
“And more,” he added. “We'll have so much more. Do you see this little girl over here?”
Julian motioned to the naked woman at the end of the bed.
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“You can play with her, too. You'll both be my little girls. Isn't that great? We'll be a family,”
he said while stroking my face. “Lia, come please your new sister.”
Without resistance, Lia crawled over the bed as Julian held up my dress and she met my sore
tulip with her eager lips, her warm plush tongue unfurling over my engorged bud that excitedly
accepted her kiss. She dove down beneath the petals into the pool of nectar, sucking the sweet
fluid out while looking up at me. A smile crept across her lips while she rolled her tongue around
my clit and I couldn't help lending myself over to the pleasure of the situation. My body accepted
Julian's hands that wandered curiously over every bit of fabric, pulling the strings of the corset in
order to discover the beautiful mocha skin beneath. I met his lips without resistance, falling under
the spell of new flesh as the delight soared through my system.
Their touch fanned the flames of hedonistic lust raging inside of me. As if bands of sensuous,
electric current were flowing across my body, the rise and ebb of impending orgasm betrayed my
deepest affection and sorrow at having been given away by my Daddy. In that very instant, as
waves of orgasm washed over me, and moans of pleasure erupted from my silky lips.... my body
had fully betrayed my heart. I wasn't sure how happy I would be without Daddy, but this moment
had me totally mesmerized. Lia was devouring my sweet flower and eliciting all manner of moans
from my lips while Julian dipped his tongue over every bit of exposed skin. If this was my family
now, I might as well enjoy it. I could almost hear Maura saying that she had warned me
originally, but I would never see her again, so I wouldn't have to worry about her smug
correctness. Daddy's image filled my mind, but I quickly pushed it away as Julian's face came into
view, his dark eyes drinking in my entire body. He reached down to hold Lia's hair as she lapped
at my tulip, the petals reddening beneath her pink tongue. As I, again, exploded in blissful
surrender to the feeling, I verbally vowed to be his servant and fell back into the pillows, a new
garden blossoming between my legs that Lia and Julian were planting. I am now his and hers. I
will remain loyal and be good.
After all, it's what Daddy taught me.
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Teach Me, Daddy
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Chapter One
“It's not even that late.”
My step-father's figure filled the entrance to the hallway.
“Victoria, it's well past two. Where have you been?” His concerned tone aggravated my
thighs, a rare feeling that came only prior to pleasuring myself in the privacy of my dorm room.
The brief passion made me blush.
“I was out with friends. We were celebrating Sandy's birthday. I'm perfectly capable of
handling a late night out.” I explained.
It was tasking to keep my hands away from my face. I could feel my cheeks growing hotter the
more he stared into my eyes, my thighs twitching when I glanced at the chest tattoo that was
peeking out from beneath his tank. I'd only known him for the past year, but it felt like centuries.
With a mild crush like mine, days weaved together like milky spider webs that popped up in the
corners of the garage window. I couldn't count how many nights I stayed awake just to listen to
him grunt from across the house with fingers pressed beneath my shorts in an attempt to mimic
his motions. I ached.
“Regardless, you're an adult now and your studies should come first. Hand over your keys.”
He held out a roughened hand.
I eyed his hand defiantly and pressed my lips together. I wasn't prepared to handle him
acting like my father just yet. I was still caught up in a fantasy world where we weren't perceived
as related, where I could casually call him Alfred and no one would think twice about me reaching
for his hand. I felt like a child ogling his tan arms in the dim light of the moon sparkling through
the glass door. If I gave up my car keys, I'd have to get rides to work and social functions,
something I found unbearably embarrassing at my ripe age of nineteen. My lips twisted harder
together when he wiggled his fingers in response to my silence. I sighed.
“Fine.” I conceded to his punishment. For now.
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Rather dramatically, I squeezed past his bulky arm and trotted off to my room where I quickly
shut the door and the desire to touch his muscular physique behind me. I listened through the
wood for his footsteps to follow my path down the hall, but he must have gone to the kitchen
instead. Had I upset him? He didn't seem upset. It was possible that he was disappointed. I
wasn't even sure why I was worried about him being upset with me. It wasn't like he was my real
father. He hadn't raised me like mom had and he'd never have that sort of emotional sway over
me. I almost envied the girls in my dorm who droned on about being daddy's girl and patiently
waited for their unwavering kings to pick them up for Sunday brunch. When had I ever cared what
Alfred felt towards me? After all, this was just a little fantasy and my fantasy was simply a dark
fetish that I used to give myself a thrill in lieu of porn. It wasn't like I was in love with him. My
crush was merely a hobby.
When I realized my step-father wasn't coming back up the hallway, I lifted my ear from the
door and sauntered over to my bed where I stripped down to my panties and crawled beneath the
sheets. A moment's thought posed a challenge: could I fantasize about anything else? I thought
about the other guys in my Brit Lit course and tried picturing them naked. Grant, Michael,
Warren, Darrell… Who would feel good inside me? I chose Darrell and peeled off his clothes in my
mind. Gradually, I slipped my hand beneath the sheets and smoothed my fingers over my torso. I
concentrated on the lines in the ceiling and the bits of popcorn paint that were chipping away to
form new designs before plunging my hand beneath my panties to meet wet flesh.
For a moment, I had Darrell pictured exactly where I wanted him. I kept saying his name
repeatedly in my mind, even mouthed it silently a couple of times while focusing on his thin form
and his broad shoulders. I could almost feel his hands gripping my thighs. I moved my fingers
over my labia, dipped down beneath the folds, and eased them gently inside where a rush of warm
fluid soaked my hand. My hips rocked forward to the rhythm set by my hand as I continued
imagining Darrell penetrating my body over and over.
Oh, sweet ecstasy.
I rolled with the waves unfolding and found myself vocalizing as I rubbed myself harder.
“Daddy...”
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Panic.
My eyes popped open and focused hard on the ceiling. Had I really just said that out loud?
Before I could process the occurrence, I heard a light knock as my door creaked open.
“Hey, Vic,” Alfred slid into view. “Oh...I'm sorry. I didn't know you were sleeping.”
I shrugged.
“Look, I'm sorry to be hard on you. I just don't want you making any mistakes. I didn't get all
the chances growing up that you have now.” He tapped the door with his fingers pensively. “I just
want to see you succeed. Okay?”
“Okay, Alfred. Thanks.”
“Please, call me Daddy.” A smile slowly crept along his face as he closed the door.
My mind raced as I rolled my head across the pillow to focus on the ceiling once more. Had
he heard me whispering those filthy words to myself? Was I moaning too loud? Had my bed been
creaking with the motion of my pelvis bucking beneath the sheets? I had to stifle a maniacal
giggle from erupting by biting my lower lip. Try as I might, I couldn't keep the fantasy from
growing. I have permission to address him in a way that was almost exotic. It was dirty to think of
him in those terms, but also incredibly hot that my darkest desire was unfolding. Who am I
kidding? I don't want to stop.
So, I won't.
As I drifted off into the dream realm, I pictured Daddy by my side in the comfort and warmth
of my bed. It made me exhilarated to call him Daddy. I could dream forever about him sweating
between my thighs with his hands circling every orifice he could find. The thought alone soaked
my panties. I moaned sleepily and pushed my fingers back down to finish my business while the
excitement from him entering my room was still fresh.
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I just wanted him to penetrate me.
My breathing labored and I moved my fingers faster to the thought of him inside me. I came
and bucked hard into my hand, using my fluffy, pink pillow as a gag to keep my activity as discreet
as possible. I smiled to myself. What a relief to give in to such a dirty thought. Completely content,
I rolled over and curled up into my pillows where I pretended Daddy was holding me.
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Chapter Two
I woke peacefully to the smell of bacon and pancakes wafting through the vents of my room.
The scent was absolute bliss and rattled my stomach, hunger growling across my gut like a
thunderstorm. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, stretched, and rolled from my white sheets to start
moving around for the day. I didn't have work until noon and it was only 9:30, but I wanted to see
my Daddy. Maybe we could even go for a walk.
Sundays were easy days at the library. Hardly anyone came in and we were only open for
about four hours. I don't think we had anything scheduled either, so it would just be me and the
books. There would be plenty of time for me to fantasize as I stocked shelves and tidied up. In fact,
I did this with some frequency. It was always so quiet between the shelves, the only sound was the
squeak of the rolling cart as I collected discarded and misplaced books. I'd circle the second floor a
number of times – the youth section alone was an impressive size – and then circle it again only
to find more books strewn about lazily. I didn't mind picking up after patrons as long as the pages
weren't torn or dog-eared. There was nothing more annoying than a disrespected book.
I pulled on a pair of daisy dukes, my favorite white pair with the red polka dots, and slipped a
red blouse over my head that accentuated my shoulders by dipping down fairly low. I couldn't
wear this to work, but I could wear it at home where it mattered. I tousled my hair in front of the
wall mirror and puckered my lips. It wouldn't hurt to put a little eyeliner on. I did a quick winged
look on each eye, dabbed a light shade of bronze over my lids, and then smoothed Chapstick over
my lips. I was ready.
As I emerged from my room, I considered brushing my teeth and washing my hands as well. I
hadn't washed them yet from rubbing myself raw only hours ago and I was sure I probably
smelled like my juicy insides. Would he notice? I sprinted to the bathroom, washed up, and then
walked carefully over the tan carpet to the kitchen where my family was bustling about the
kitchen preparing breakfast. The table was already set with hot food and decorated with napkins
and plates. I sat awkwardly in the chair closest to the hall.
“Good morning, Victoria.” My mother said with a smile while picking up pancakes from the
griddle.
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“Good morning, mom.” It came out like a squeak. I cleared my throat.
“Good morning, Vic.” Daddy was sitting across the table, a newspaper separating us. “How
did you sleep?”
I swallowed the knot in my throat to prepare my response. I was nervous. The images from
last night were still in my mind and I was trying hard to ignore the ache growing in my pelvis.
“I slept well.” I responded weakly.
Daddy peeked over his paper with a stern gaze.
“Thanks for asking, Dad.”
He smiled and resumed reading.
The interaction prompted my mother to turn around with an eyebrow raised.
“You two seem to be suddenly getting along fine. Did something happen overnight?” She
laughed while my eyes widened.
I struggled to regain my composure and twisted anxiously in my chair. Was it time to go to
work yet? I didn't want to spend much more time with the two of them in the same room. My
mother set out the rest of our food and I chewed slowly, deliberately, pretending to be lost in
thoughts of school rather than thoughts of hot sex covered in syrup and strawberries.
“When do you work today?”
“Noon.”
I sipped my juice nonchalantly.
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“That sounds nice. I remember working weekends as a waitress and working all day. I got up
with the sun and worked until it was nearly down.”
I twirled my pancakes. This was painful. Mom was about to go into another memory rant and
I didn't have the patience to pay attention. I stood to clear my plate and washed it in the sink.
“You know, I think I'll change and head out early. They might need some help sorting books
this morning. We had a pretty busy Saturday.” I wanted my sudden desire to leave to seem like a
normal occurrence.
The excuse seemed to work just fine as my mother shrugged and Daddy nodded without
looking up. He hadn't really looked at me much at all this morning. He'd spent his time mostly
staring at the paper or looking up at my mother while she was talking. Was he ignoring me? I
shook the thought from my head and went to my room to pull on khaki pants and a blue button
down. I slipped into my black flats and gathered everything I'd need for work.
The only thing missing was my keys.
Panic swept over me and I swung around to look for them. They weren't on my desk like they
usually were. It was then I recalled that Daddy had taken them the night before. A mixture of
emotions gathered in my gut as I calmly composed myself to get ready to ask for them. I wasn't a
child anymore. I didn't have to be afraid. As I headed to the door, I noticed them on the
nightstand. Daddy must have placed them there when he poked his head in last night. I smiled
and picked them up, rolling them over in my hands while looking at them fondly before leaving
my room. I waved my goodbyes as I quickly retreated out the front door and into the fresh
morning air.
Work didn't provide too much more of a comfort from home. Every page was a testament to
my frustration. Home was distracting me which made it intensely difficult to focus on anything
else. I nearly shelved several books incorrectly and kicked myself about a dozen times for small
mistakes that I could have caught if I wasn't completely wrapped up in a fantasy. One of my coworkers, who was also a good friend, noticed my lack of concentration today.
“Hey, Vic. You alright? Something seems off.” It was Brad. He was a sweet guy with an
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unhealthy paranormal obsession. He frequently checked out anything dealing with the
supernatural or with strange myths.
“I'm fine,” I responded with a carefree wave of my hand. “It's just a lazy Sunday.”
That seemed to be my typical response to most things that were distracting. “It's just a lazy
day.” It didn't make sense, but people accepted it as fact, especially if you said it in the correct
tone. I'd never say this to my boss which was why I was trying to shape up my attitude before she
came poking her pointy nose around to see what we were accomplishing for the day.
“You know, we're all going out for dinner later. Do you want to come along?” Brad asked
while shifting from one foot to the other.
“I'm not sure. I still have a paper to write before packing up my car to go back to my dorm
tonight.” I examined a book that didn't exactly need examination.
“That's a shame.” He paused when Lillian approached.
“Yeah, that is a shame.” She chimed in. “Wait, what's a shame?”
I giggled. “Brad was saying you guys were all going out for dinner later and he was inviting
me.”
“You're right. That is a shame.”
Brad playfully pushed Lillian's arm and she stuck her tongue out.
“We are going out for dinner and you are totally welcome.” She emphasized “totally” with a
roll of her eyes and smirked in my direction. “Brad really wants you to go.”
I could tell she was trying to hook me up. It wasn't that Brad was unattractive or weird or
sometimes a little awkward – he had a perfectly symmetrical face, a decently built body, and the
most genuine smile – but it was just how preoccupied I was with Daddy. I didn't want to
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disappoint him by going out with another guy. Then again, it was with a group, so it wasn't so
much a date as it was a friendly gathering. I considered it.
“Well, let me make sure my folks don't have anything planned.”
“You mean your mom and her sexy husband?”
“Lillian!”
“What? He's mega hunk territory and you know it. I'd do some wild things to that dude.” She
twirled her bubblegum with her index finger. “He wouldn't know what to do with all of me.”
My face flushed red and I hurriedly gathered more books to examine and shelve. I pushed the
stepping stool out in front of the history section and started stacking books in different places,
making sure to double check that they were in the appropriate areas.
“You have a crush on him, don't you?” I could feel Lillian teasing me with her eyes and her
famous mischievous smirk.
I turned to look back at her with a stern, but playful gaze.
“Never in a million years, girl.” I said. “He's not even my type. He's covered in tattoos, he
rides a Harley, and I think he smokes pot in the garage when mom falls asleep.”
“So? He's the perfect bad boy!” Lillian exclaimed.
I shook my head and went back to shelving whatever was left in my arms.
“Lillian, we're not in high school anymore. Those things aren't that impressive. I'm attracted
to responsible men who have careers and goals, maybe even weekend hobbies. I don't have time
for bad boy types.” I think I was trying to convince myself more than her that Daddy was just an
irresponsible little man with that forbidden vibe that was all too attractive whenever I was
sixteen. I'm nineteen now. I have priorities. Daddy is just a fantasy. He probably didn't even like
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me that way.
“I'm a responsible man with a career and goals.” Brad stated from my left.
Lillian and I laughed.
“Oh, come on. I'm the best clerk around here and I know everything there is to know about
the paranormal. I'm a walking encyclopedia!” Brad stood in a superhero pose with his hands
pressed firmly to his hips. “I'm a real man!”
“Okay, Mr. Real Man. We have some other crap to shelve over in the reference section. Let's
get moving.” Lillian took Brad by the arm and started dragging him away while turning to wave
teasingly in my direction. “Enjoy your bad boy daddy, Vic.”
My face turned hot again from embarrassment and I stepped down from the stepping stool.
The cart was still halfway filled with books that needed to be sorted before closing. I had plenty of
time. I just didn't want to be stuck with my own thoughts for that long. Maybe I should go out to
dinner with Brad and Lillian even if it only distracts me temporarily from my awkward situation
at home. I still couldn't figure out if Daddy was really checking me out this morning or if he was
just trying to be fatherly towards me. I've never been a daddy's girl. I didn't have the experience to
tell whether that's what he was doing or if it was entirely sexual. What about my mom?
I pulled my phone from my pocket to text my mother, asking if she had any big plans for
dinner. When she asked why, I explained that Brad and Lillian had invited me to a diner nearby
and that I wanted to see them before heading back to the dorm. She said it was fine and I put my
phone back in my pocket where my hand lingered. Should I text Daddy, too? I wasn't positive I
wanted this to be so formal and attached yet. I decided against the idea and went back to shelving
books until we closed for the day.
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Chapter Three
I didn't bother going home to change. I'm still not ready to encounter my parents yet. After I
clocked out, Brad and Lillian rode with me in my car to the diner up the block that we'd been
going to since middle school. We'd known each other for so long that I was upset when we didn't
get accepted to the same university last year. It didn't make a difference because we worked in the
same library and met every weekend for hikes, concerts, or beach trips. This dinner would have to
count as our weekly gathering since I'd spent the night before with friends from college.
We arrived and chose the same booth we always sat in, and then made small talk as we
waited for our server. Brad was filling us in on the newest otherworldly nonsense while Lillian
interjected randomly to talk about someone's outfit or recent gossip. When I didn't make much of
a peep, Lillian pointed it out.
“You know, you have been sort of off today.” I straightened my silverware on the small napkin
that had been placed here when we sat down.
“I've just been so tired today. Sandy kept us out pretty late last night.” I explained meekly.
“Your new college friends sure like to party.” Lillian commented, rolling her gum again out of
habit.
“Yeah, I think they were pretty sheltered growing up, so they're getting it all out now.”
Our server approached the table right as Lillian was about to speak and I thanked him with
my eyes. We ordered our food, turned in our menus, and then went back to our meager
conversation.
“Have you met anyone?” Lillian asked curiously while twirling a straw.
Brad perked up at the question and he met my gaze briefly before turning away to focus on
something else.
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“No, I haven't really had time to meet anyone else. Between studying, work, and spending
time with you losers, I've been too preoccupied.” I smiled playfully as Lillian tossed the straw in
my direction.
“You're such a dork!” She said. “Well, I met someone. And he's quite a hunk.”
She pulled out her phone to show off a tall, blond surfer whom she'd met at the beach a few
weeks ago. We both giggled like little girls and she told me all about his life while Brad tapped on
the table.
“What about you, Brad?” I asked, breaking his drum solo.
“Oh, uh...” He nervously stammered over words. “No, I haven't met anyone.”
“Not even a friend with benefits or anything?” Lillian was so nosy.
“No, I don't really...I don't like casual sex.”
“Neither do I.” I chimed in to make him feel a little more comfortable. “It's pretty useless if
you ask me, like you're using people as masturbation tools. That's what vibrators are for.”
The two laughed at my comment, filling the awkward void of discussing the topic further. I
didn't want to talk about my sex life or a boyfriend or anything like that. Any sort of topic that
would make me think of Daddy was off limits at the moment. I just wanted to enjoy my food with
my friends before having to head home and pack. I knew I'd have to run into my parents at some
point, so I was trying to stretch out the time.
I hope they didn't mind me using them for that.
I've been standing outside the front door for about three minutes.
I want to go inside, but I'm still so incredibly nervous about encountering my mother and
Daddy. After another minute of silent debate, I unlocked the door and walked in with the intent to
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head straight to my room. I stopped dead in my tracks when I encountered Daddy in the living
room with a book in his lap.
“Hello, princess.” He's never called me that before. “How was dinner with your friends?”
“It was nice.” I responded quickly as I head down for hall. He stood to follow.
“Are you heading back to your dorm tonight?” He asked.
I responded over my shoulder as I walked into my room, “Yeah! I'm about to do some
packing.”
“Do you mind if I help?”
“Not at all.” I turned to smile because that's what normal people do. “That would be great.
Thank you.”
I grabbed my large tote and suitcase and started moving some items from my desk to the bed.
I sorted a few clothes from the closet into the suitcase and began spreading out things I would
possibly need to take back with me.
“What should I…?” His sentence faded as he looked around at the cluttered mess on the bed.
I explained which clothes go into the suitcase and how all my school related items went into
the tote bag. He diligently followed my directions as I perused my shelf for needed textbooks. I
was starting to shake with him in such close proximity. This is the longest he's ever been in my
room. What was going on?
“So, where did mom go?” I asked while taking some books down from the shelf.
“She went out with some friends to get a few drinks. I think she'll be gone for a bit.” He
explained. “Gives us some quality time to spend together.”
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I stopped packing and averted my gaze towards the window. I didn't want to meet his eyes. I
knew he was looking at me. I was sure that if I turned, I would simply explode into bits of confetti.
“You know, I heard you last night.”
Panic.
“I don't know what you--”
“I heard you in here, touching yourself. I stayed awake because I knew you would.”
More panic mixed with excitement. I watched his figure move closer out of my peripheral
vision, shaking with every second that our lips weren't interlocked.
“Daddy knows everything.”
I turned to meet his gaze and nearly swooned. His eyes were such a bright blue. I hadn't
realized they were so blue until now. I wanted to drown in the swirl of periwinkle outlined with a
black border. They were so intense I could have probably reached climax just staring at them. His
hand met my hair and brushed it from my face. I quivered and ran for the bathroom. It seemed
like I had been running away all day, like the weight of my fantasy was so out of control that I
couldn't handle it inevitably coming to life.
I leaned into the wood of the door while attempting to regulate my heart beat. My Daddy is
coming on to me and I'm not sure what else to do other than cry out of fear and excitement. I was
at the point of a total break. I looked up at my reflection and questioned the girl I saw. She was so
young, but grown in so many ways. Her mother had always told her that she was ahead of the
game as far as maturity, that she was beyond her years. Was Daddy recognizing that? Did he want
her to stay young or to be grown?
A light rap against the wood broke my train of thought.
“Victoria, are you alright? I hadn't meant to...” His words trailed off.
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I cracked open the door to meet his eyes once more before slowly pulling it open. Try as I
might, words wouldn't leave my lips. I had a million sentences blazing through my head at
lightning speed, but nothing substantial that could express my emotions in that moment.
“I promise not to tell.”
His words gave me permission to lunge forward and press my lips to his. It was an act of
defiance to all the months I kept the desire stifled. That moment alone broke away all the barriers
that were standing between me and pleasure. I could now take what was rightfully mine.
Daddy pushed his lips back into mine without hesitation. He took us into my room – oh, how
the bed was a mess still – and lifted me up to press me against the door, slamming it shut. My
heart raced in tandem with our humping bodies, his hands moving up my shirt and under my bra
to explore the forbidden regions of my body. I clawed at his clothes like a ravenous animal as this
was my first bit of intimate contact in a while. He was fumbling with my bra, so I leaned forward
for him to have a better reach. Impatient, he tore my shirt open, buttons flying across the room,
and held my hips tight to flip me around towards the bed.
My legs were still tightly wrapped around his torso as we rolled between my books and
clothes. Folders were falling off the bed as well as random books and bits of paper. The suitcase
and tote got in the way, so Daddy shoved it off the sheets to make room for our panting bodies. I
tugged at his shirt – I was too eager to see what he looked like stripped down. I had imagined him
so many times in my head that I was sure I was wrong. He pulled his polo shirt over his head and
revealed a massive chest tattoo that stretched from his shoulder blades down to his pelvis. A
Japanese dragon locked eyes with me and I froze momentarily by its mesmerizing glare.
Daddy noticed me staring and smiled.
“Do you like Daddy's tattoo?” He asked.
“Yes, I do. It's sort of frightening.” I said.
I admitted it was rather intimidating, but I appreciated that sort of rough exterior about him.
It wasn't just that he was my Daddy, it was also that he was sort of bad. He was rugged and raw
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while also being intensely sweet. His hands conveyed their experience while also being extremely
gentle against my porcelain skin. I moaned. His fingers slithered up to my throat and over my
lips, circling them over and over before diving into my mouth to make them wet. When he felt
they were properly soaked, he slipped them down beneath my pants and prodded my silky lips
prior to penetrating them. The motion made me gasp and dig my nails into his shoulders, bucking
forward as his hand took on a steady rhythm. He silenced me with his lips.
As he rubbed my wet opening, I struggled to pull off my pants so he could have greater access
to what I deemed his. I kicked my khakis off to the floor and pulled his body against mine as his
hand took on a faster pace. The excitement bubbled in my gut as the beat increased. I humped his
hand hard while his mouth suckled my breast, a thrilling experience I thought I'd never have in
my life. I thought I would meet a sort of straight-faced Tom or Harry at college, get married, have
regular sex, and then spit out a few kids while I practiced my counseling career.
But this was so much better than all of that.
Daddy was grinding his fingers inside me and I was in ecstatic bliss. I smiled into his neck as
I started bucking uncontrollably, the waves of my orgasm taking me out into the beautiful, dark
sea. He met me out amidst the wash of blue and gray as I rolled through the storm waves, as my
orgasm took us farther and farther away from reality.
Daddy had me now and I wasn't going anywhere.
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Chapter Four
After our brief encounter in my bedroom, Daddy reminded me that this would have to be our
little secret. He forced me to suck his fingers and promise my utter allegiance to the discreetness
of our affair. I promised, licking the taste of my own juice off my lips. When he left the room, I felt
a sense of dread fill my stomach. I still had to pack and return to my dorm, and then I'd have to
spend the entire week away from home. We had just finally broken the barriers. What was I going
to do? I wandered towards the bathroom with my head spinning, hoping a hot shower would calm
my nerves. The water soothed my aching muscles, especially my pelvis, and helped me relax
enough to collect myself. Being away all week just meant weekends would be extra exciting. There
was no reason to panic.
I finished showering, got dressed, and dried my hair before gathering my things to load into
the car. As I packed, Daddy stood in the doorway watching. I noticed his eyes washing over my
body and bent over the driver's seat so my shorts would ride up my ass. I heard him hiss. I fixed
whatever imaginary problem I had created to make my shorts ride up and felt a warm hand rest
upon my back. He traced my spine up to the base of my neck and then grabbed a handful of my
hair, tugging it firmly while pressing his hard cock against my bottom. I gasped.
“It's not nice to tease Daddy, little girl.” He growled. “Apologize.”
His grip was so tight on my hair that I couldn't get the words to leave my throat.
“Sorry...” I croaked.
He tugged again.
“Sorry, what?”
“I'm sorry...Daddy.”
Release.
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I inhaled sharply and coughed, choking on the air that was desperately trying to reach my
lungs. I massaged my throat while resting against the seat, exhilaration still running rampant
through my entire body. My panties were soaked again and I think I was leaking through my
shorts. I needed his cock now more than ever, but I knew I had to go. He was just toying with me
to teach me a lesson. I moaned.
“Can we just--?”
“No, we don't have time. You have to get back to school.” He spun me around and shoved his
thumb into my mouth, imploring me to suck. I obliged.
“If you get all your work done by Wednesday, I'll come visit. How's that?”
I nodded, my lips wrapped tightly around his thumb as his other hand sought to play with
the mess beneath my shorts. I would definitely need to change again.
“Good girl. Now, give me a kiss.”
He removed his thumb from my mouth and waited, smiling. He knew he had me wrapped up
under his spell and I was happy to be so lost within this fantasy. It was going places I hadn't even
imagined, a hot and beautiful place where I could just moan and buck all night. I pressed my lips
gently into his as he wrapped his arm about my waist, pressing his still-erect cock into my wet
shorts. I groaned and he laughed into my lips. Clearly he was pleased by my reaction to the simple
motion. When we finished kissing, I shoved my face into his neck to inhale his cologne one more
time before climbing into my car. He shut the door for me and waved, waiting for me to turn the
engine and put my belt on. I carefully did these motions that were typically normal, but now felt
incredibly tasking. I turned on my headlights, fixed my mirror, and forced myself to put the car
into reverse so I could pull out of the driveway and head for the university.
I had a thirty-minute drive ahead of me and I wouldn't be able to masturbate until I got
settled into my room, that is if my roommate was at work or out somewhere. I would have to take
another shower. I could feel my juices leaking even more and trickling down my thighs as I
thought about Daddy pressing my body against the car and ripping off my shorts. I sighed and
rapped the steering wheel. After a moment, I turned on the radio and tried to focus on the music
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coming through the speakers. I needed to get a hold of myself for now. Just for now. I'll be fine.
For now.
British Lit was boring me to pieces today. It was Wednesday morning and all I could think
about was rushing to get my work done before Daddy came to visit. I had a feeling he'd punish me
if I didn't get anything done before his arrival, so I was attempting to rush through my class
without rushing time. I wore my prettiest skirt – a plaid design in pastel pink – with a white
blouse and black Mary Jane's to match. I left my hair down, but planned on pulling it up into pig
tails as soon as I got back to my room. This wasn't something I usually wore, but I just wanted to
impress him and fit his fantasy. I knew he looked at school girls at home on the computer because
I snooped through his history late at night, which is where I got the inspiration for my outfit. I
still wasn't sure exactly how he wanted me to act while with him. I made a mental note to do
research while at work later today.
As soon as the professor dismissed the class, I hopped up from my seat and sprinted towards
the door with my books pressed against my chest to keep my heart from springing out of my body.
My dorm was a good ten-minute walk across campus and I didn't think my thong would last
through it. I was already aroused at the thought of Daddy being in my dorm room. My roommate
would be out until after dinner, so I'd have the room all to myself.
And my sweet Daddy.
I tried to keep my pace steady, but I found myself panting more than usual as I crossed the
road that led to my dorm. My phone buzzed in my purse. I struggled to dig through my bag while
juggling my books in the other arm, but ended up dropping them all on the sidewalk.
“Shit!” I cried out.
I was beyond nervous and it was keeping me from holding myself together. I was about to
lose it when a guy jogged up from my left and helped me gather the two textbooks and binder full
of papers that threatened to explode. I found it similar to my loins: ready to bust.
“Thank you,” I said quickly and kept walking in the direction of my dorm.
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My phone buzzed again, but this time it was in my hand. I looked at the screen.
Daddy calling…
My heart skipped a beat and I pressed the green button to answer it.
“Hello?”
“I'm here. Where are you?”
“I'm only three minutes away. I'll be there soon.”
“Don't keep me waiting, Victoria.”
The call ended before I could respond with an apology. I was sure to meet a punishment if I
took any longer than necessary. Dropping my books had added time, but if I rushed I'd surely look
disheveled and unattractive. I took a deep breath and kept my pace, assuring myself that Daddy
would understand. I greeted Daddy at the front of the steps where he smiled and looked me over.
At least my outfit was pleasing. I slipped my key card into the door and he held it open for me. I
noticed the girls in the entrance staring hard at Daddy who was wearing his Harley vest and black
boots. The black t-shirt he wore hardly hid the definition of his chest and arms which caused a
few double takes as we signed in and went towards the nearest staircase.
I made sure to walk a few steps ahead so he could see up my skirt. His silence was pleasing.
We reached the top and headed south to my room where I unlocked the door and tossed my things
on the bed. I leaned against my desk and waited. Daddy shut the door quietly and turned the
deadbolt, then slowly removed his vest and hung it on the back of the door. He folded his arms
across his chest as he turned to me.
“Did you finish all your work?” He regarded my outfit again with a small smirk.
“Yes, Daddy.” I responded quickly, not breaking eye contact.
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My eyes lit up with delight when he moved towards me.
“But you were late.”
He stared into my eyes until I broke and looked down at my shoes.
“Turn around and bend over your desk.”
Was he going to pound me right here? My inner thighs were wet again, and this time the
liquid slid down past my skirt. Daddy noticed and slipped his hand up my skirt.
“I said turn around, Victoria. Now.”
My eyes rolled back and I moaned while his fingers danced underneath my thong. With great
effort, I turned and bent over the edge of my desk with my palms flat against the wood. Daddy ran
his fingers along the inside of my thighs again and came up to my ass where he flipped my skirt
up and pulled down my thong. The cloth stuck to my vulva that was now a sopping wet mess.
“You're filthy,” He said while gently patting my bottom. “And you need to be punished.”
I hissed while he ran his fingers along my inner thighs again, aching for him to penetrate me
instead of punishing me.
“And you'll have to be very quiet while I punish you. Do you understand?”
He smacked my bottom. The action surprised me and I squeaked.
“Yes, Daddy.” I managed to mutter.
I wiggled beneath his touch and smiled. Admittedly, I'd never really liked pain, but this sort
of interaction was erotic. As his smacks grew harder, it became increasingly difficult to stifle my
moans and groans. Eventually, Daddy pulled my thong off completely and shoved them into my
mouth to silence me. He pressed his hand over my lips, causing my breathing to labor. Each new
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spank stung more than the previous and I could feel my skin beginning to redden and raise when
his hand left my bottom.
I really hoped our suite mates couldn't hear this.
As he landed another blow, I whimpered into the cloth occupying my mouth and started
crying. My pelvis was aching, my breasts were hurting from being pressed against hard wood, and
my neck was starting to cramp from being slammed in the same position. I tried to pull from his
grip to bend my neck forward, but he was relentless.
“Take it, Victoria. Make Daddy proud.” Smack. “Daddy will reward you if you're good.” Smack.
“Now, stay still.”
He slapped my bottom one more time and I squealed into his hand, hot tears streaming
down my face. Though I'd made a little noise, I'd kept my hands pressed against the desk and
didn't try to fight him off. I was being good, as far as I could tell. Daddy must have shared the
same sentiment because he pulled my thong from my mouth and lifted me up into his arms to
carry me towards the bed. He laid me out and lifted my skirt with one hand while undoing his
jeans with the other. I spread my legs dutifully and waited. As he pumped his cock a few times, he
massaged the back of my neck which made me groan with relief. His fingers slid over my cheek
and slipped into my mouth as he pushed his enormous member between my wet lips, his girth
surprising and pleasant all at the same time.
I bayed rather loudly, the sound muffled by his fingers which he shoved deeper to keep
anyone from knowing what we were doing. Once I became accustomed to his size, he removed his
fingers and planted his hands against my hips as he slid in and out of me slowly. I was absolutely
elated. I was so inexperienced, but this would likely be the most amazing sex of my life. I was sure
my lack of movement was displeasing, but Daddy's excited grunting made me reconsider.
“Am I being good?” I asked weakly, inhaling sharply with each thrust.
“Oh, yes, baby girl. You are being so good for Daddy.” He moaned and leaned down to kiss
me. “You're such a good girl.”
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His thrusting rhythm picked up and he started pounding a little harder, causing me to cover
my mouth every time I wanted to cry out. I could feel myself tighten as he pumped and I grabbed a
nearby pillow. Daddy stopped me and firmly grabbed my face.
“I want to see your face when you cum for Daddy.”
The words elicited another moan, his other hand reaching down to massage my clit as he
continued to pump his cock into my tight little hole. I arched my back and attempted to get loose
of his grip, but he held me in place and grinned. He moved his grip to my throat where he
intermittently applied pressure as he rubbed my clit harder.
“Oh my god--”
“Bust.”
“Oh… Oh...”
“Bust, Victoria. Let it go.”
“Ahh…!”
Still moaning, I bucked into his pelvis. He pounded me down into the bed with his hand firm
over my lips, the mattress squeaking underneath us. My vision went blurry temporarily as I came,
his grunting growing heavier as his rhythm quickened and then suddenly stopped. He pulled out,
grabbed my hair, and pulled my head down to his cock where he exploded all over my mouth and
face. Mascara stuck to my cheeks that were now covered in tears and cum, the hot mess bitter and
salty against my tongue. I smiled up at Daddy who looked down at me lovingly.
“Good girl,” He said between pants. “Go clean up before you're late for work.”
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Chapter Five
“Victoria, would you mind taking these rolls of film down to the basement?”
Ms. Holden handed me a box of film that likely dated back to the 80's. We had a whole
collection in the basement that was somewhat out of order and needed to be organized, but I
didn't want to volunteer for that project. I nodded and smiled, taking the box towards the elevator
to go down to the basement. When I returned, I went back to shelving whatever books were left
from earlier in the day. My bottom was still ridiculously sore from Daddy spanking it and my vulva
was swollen. Still, it made me excited to focus on the pain. Daddy gave me an amazing orgasm
and I was going to savor it.
As I rolled the squealing cart down one of the abandoned aisles, I came across a particularly
interesting book. The cover was dark and a bit worn, but the pages were still well intact, so I
popped it open to see its contents. Just as quickly as I'd opened the book, I closed it.
This book as about tantric sex.
I blushed immediately and tucked it under my arm, curiosity and fear mixing in my gut. It
would help to have a reference guide since I was so inexperienced. I wanted to impress my Daddy
and make him feel good, so it wouldn't hurt to look a few positions. I located a quiet spot out of
view of others and opened the book again. Each page held a fascinating drawing of a woman and
a man in the throes of passion, bent over in the strangest and wildest positions I had never before
seen. As I flipped through the pages, I didn't noticed the sudden presence of someone next to me.
It was Brad!
I slammed the book shut and pushed it away, embarrassed that I'd been caught reading
smut.
“Victoria, what was that?”
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“Nothing!”
I stood and ran back towards my cart, shoving it in the direction of a study room so I could
calm down from being so startled. I couldn't believe someone saw me looking at that! The entire
book was basically pornography as it depicted various sexual acts and techniques. Did people
really do those sort of positions? I recalled the one of the woman sitting on top with her ankles up
to the man's ears. Was that comfortable? I shook the image from my head as I unlocked a study
room and shut the door behind me. The silence and security of the room eased me immediately
and I walked over to the computer that was sitting on the desk across the room. I logged into an
admin account and opened a fresh web page.
What was I looking for? I tapped the keys pensively before typing in a few keywords. “Daddy”
and “sex” typed together in the search bar produced a medley of websites that were rather
intimidating. I found groups dedicated to rape fantasies, role play groups, and even some
questionable “teen” websites. After clicking around, I came across a blog that was dedicated purely
to a Daddy/daughter relationship that caught my attention. I sifted through their blog for a bit
and came across a few toys that I thought would please Daddy. The girl, who looked about my age,
was wearing a pastel colored collar and soft lace outfits that revealed a great deal of her body. Her
Daddy would put her on a leash or sometimes bind her. I wondered if my Daddy was into that sort
of thing and tried to remember whether I saw anything anywhere that ever indicated that interest.
Having satisfied my curiosity about this sort of relationship, I deleted my web history and
logged out to finish my work for the evening. If I was going to get some things to use with Daddy
then I would have to figure out a way to get my mother out of the house so we could properly
explore. My roommate would be occupying the dorm this weekend, and our disappearance
wouldn't go unnoticed. I considered calling out of work Saturday, but thought better of it.
Skipping work would surely displease Daddy and elicit a spanking. I didn't mind the spankings,
but my bottom was so sore that it was difficult to sit for anything. I almost dreaded sitting in class
the next day even though the pinch every time I sat was exhilarating.
I walked the cart out of the study room and started shelving again, attempting to preoccupy
my mind until six. I could always check out the tantric book, but I'd risk exposing my curiosity
and, potentially, my secret relationship. I had to be good. I had to be discreet. I stared at the desk
I had been sitting at earlier where I'd shoved the book away from me when Brad caught me. I bit
my lip, the thought occurring that I could just slip the book into my purse and return it later. I
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couldn't do that. The alarm at the front would most certainly go off and I'd have to admit to my
crime.
I'd also get another spanking.
I didn't want to push Daddy too much this week. I wanted to please him as much as possible
while also remaining studious and focused. It was hard to focus when I could still feel his palm
smacking my bare bottom to pieces. It made me excited again and I had to compose myself. I'd
been doing a lot of recomposing lately. Was I going mad? I wish I knew other people like this. I
didn't think Brad or Lillian would get it. Maybe Lillian would understand the crush and the
sexual tension, but she seemed to be so wrapped up in her boyfriend that I felt it was hopeless to
ask. Besides, I'm a big girl. I can handle myself just fine.
I just had to make it to Friday.
Working and studying the rest of the week was surprisingly easier than I thought it would be.
I was worried I wouldn't be able to focus, but getting so intimate with Daddy only made me feel
stronger. I took my time writing my essays and even had a little lunch date with my roommate
who made jokes the entire time about one of our boring professors. Friday went by relatively quick
until the last fifteen minutes of my shift at the library. I watched the clock nervously until it was
six and I carefully put up the books that needed to be sorted the next day in the cart next to the
front desk. I walked into the back room with ease, punched a few numbers into the computer, and
grabbed my purse from the desk drawer.
I was free.
Before heading back to my dorm, I stopped by a local shop that sold a variety of toys and
outfits. I had never been to a sex shop before and was shocked as I walked through the door. It
wasn't dirty like most movies had depicted it and I was greeted cheerily by a little alternative
woman from behind the front counter. I looked around in an attempt to drink in the amount of
toys laid out around the store.
“Need help finding anything?” Asked the woman with blue hair.
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I stammered nervously over my words until I found them: “Yes… Well, I need… I need to find
a collar and a leash.”
The woman smiled, put down her book, and waved with her hand to follow her. She took me
to an aisle not too far from the front and presented a whole shelf of collars, gags, and leashes. I
was overwhelmed by the selection and smiled like I had just been presented a puppy.
“Let me know if you need help finding anything else.”
I nodded in her direction and started sifting through different colored collars and materials
that I might like to wear. I tried a few on before finding a cute pink collar with ruffles and a small
d-ring at the front. Triumphantly, I ran back to the front to ask if they had any outfits that would
match the collar. The woman took me to a rack in the back that was covered in pink lingerie, bras,
and underwear. I took my time examining each style and holding them up to my chest to size.
After about thirty minutes, I took my selections to the front and paid in cash so my parents
wouldn't see the charge on the card. As I left, the woman wished me luck and I flushed red as I
thanked her.
I got back to my dorm room and pulled on the new lingerie outfit that I had chosen for Daddy
– it was a white bra with pink bows and ruffles with a lace pair of boy shorts to match. I pulled on
a plain skirt and a blouse over my lingerie and started collecting my laundry and homework for
the weekend, picturing the fun that we were going to have as soon as I could get my mother out of
the house. I could always buy her a gift card to see a movie, but she might get suspicious. I loaded
up my car, said good bye to my roommate, and headed out towards my house.
On the way, I reflected on who I had been a year ago. I was naive then. Now I was wearing
big girl clothes and having big girl sex with someone I wouldn't have ever had sex with if I was
still the same girl from back then. I felt a little more mature, but I didn't want it to get to my head.
I wanted to stay as young and pure for as long as possible so I could keep my Daddy around. It
occurred to me suddenly that this was potentially a temporary relationship. Daddy wouldn't be
around forever. He couldn't hide his fantasy from his wife for that long, and I couldn't tip-toe
around her like she was stupid. Eventually, she would catch a whiff of the mischief and start
poking her nose where it didn't belong.
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I sighed and pulled into the driveway, taking a moment to stare at my house before turning
off the engine. I grabbed my things from the car and bustled through the door, hauling my load to
my room. My mother greeted me from the bathroom as I walked by.
“Hey, sweetheart!” She called while putting a bright diamond in her ear.
“Hey, mom!” I set my things down. “Where are you off to in such a sultry outfit?”
My mother struck a pose and smiled.
“It's Karen's birthday tonight, so we're grabbing some dinner and then heading to the bar.”
She grabbed her purse from the counter and leaned over to kiss my cheek. “Your dad made dinner.
It's in the oven. I'll see you later!”
Well, that was easy.
I watched my mother leave and ran back to my room to set everything up. I wanted it to be
absolutely perfect. I shuffled wildly through my tote to find the collar I had bought earlier and set
it carefully on the comforter for Daddy to find. I wanted to wear it now, but I also wanted him to
put it on me. The house was so abnormally quiet that I wondered if he was even home. I listened
at the door for any sort of movement or indication of his presence. His bike was out front when I
pulled up, so he wasn't out for a joy ride or at the shop. I recall the excitement in my gut when he
had texted me this morning saying how he was looking forward to seeing his princess later.
Me. His princess. He called me his princess. I nearly cried with joy. I hadn't belonged to
anyone like this before and I was loving every minute of it.
While lost in thought, I hadn't heard the footsteps coming up the hallway. A voice broke the
silence outside my door.
“Is that my little girl?”
A gasp escaped my lips and I smiled, covering my mouth. Before responding, I pulled my
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clothes off slowly to reveal the brand new lingerie underneath. I tossed my clothes aside and got
on my knees, a position I had noticed on that blog. This position promised my subservience to
Daddy. It showed my willingness to follow his direction and to be every bit of his fantasy as he
was mine. I smoothed my hair, took a deep breath, and bowed my head.
“Yes, Daddy. It's me.”
The door creaked open. I didn't look up. I kept my eyes lowered to my knees where my hands
rested and waited for his direction. He walked towards me and silently regarded my stance and
outfit. I drank the attention gratefully.
“You have done a wonderful job at pleasing Daddy.” He said. “And what's this?”
I felt him reach over my head to the bed where the collar sat in the plush blanket. Without
another word, he pushed my hair away from my shoulders and wrapped it around my throat. I
smiled.
“This is perfect. It suits you. What do you say?”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“You're welcome, baby girl. Now, give me a kiss.”
As I raised my chin, I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans to find a readily hard cock
waiting for me. I looked up at him as I took his entire member into my mouth, soaking every inch
with my lips and tongue. Daddy groaned, surprised and pleased that I was kissing him in a
different way. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and continued sucking the head as I
stroked him. He slowly ran his fingers through my hair until he found a good chunk and tugged.
“Take it all,” he whispered. “Like I good girl.”
He forced my lips down further and I choked, trying hard not to gag on his quivering
appendage. I held back the tears and took him all the way to the back of my throat while still
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sucking. He whispered encouraging words and stroked my head, moving with the rhythm of my
lips. I could feel him twitching. I dug my nails into his hips and pulled him in and out of my
mouth, determined to make him cum with my lips alone. I wanted to show him what I could do. I
wanted him to be proud. I want him to want it so badly because I was the one who could do it
right.
I looked up at him as he pumped faster, his legs tensing as he picked up rhythm and groaned.
Our eyes locked and he exploded, hot cum shooting down my throat and spilling out of my mouth
as he continued to pound my face. When he stopped moving, I lapped at the cum dripping from
the head of his cock which caused him to shudder and teeter forward. He caught himself before
falling.
“Good girl,” he said while panting. “A very good girl. I'll have to reward you.”
I smiled and thanked him in the way I'd become accustomed and started to stand when I
heard the front door slam. Daddy and I stared at each other, frozen in our places. Cum decorated
my face and his pants were on the floor. I heard my mother's voice coming up the hall, explaining
she had forgotten something important like her ID or her money or her tampons or something
really stupid that completely destroyed the moment we were having. Her voice neared my door
and I panicked, attempting to come up with an explanation or even picturing escape plans.
But her voice faded. She went back up the hall. The door closed. Silence followed.
Daddy stroked my face with his free hand and wiped some cum from my lips.
“My dirty secret,” he whispered. “You're my dirty little secret.”
THE END
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Sweet Nectar
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Chapter One
It’s 4AM! Although she hasn’t ever needed to hit the snooze button before, Sophie finds herself
having hit it three times this morning before she pulled herself out of bed. Having arrived in the
states a few days ago, she isn’t jetlagged, but the time difference between London and America is
enough to make her feel a little unsettled.
Sophie, a 20 year old, redheaded British exchange student, with the palest green eyes and the
palest white skin, is up now, and after pulling her tights over her long legs, and then over her firm
backside she smiles, looking at her reflection in the mirror. The perfection of her derriere catches
her by surprise as usual, and after she admires the svelteness of her body perhaps a moment too
long, she knows that she must leave.
Pulling a sweater over herself, covering her almost too perfect breasts, she heads out of her MIT
apartment, her home for this year. She is one of three exchange students, and one of the perks of
being a senior exchange student is that, if they were available, you could get a private apartment
on campus. Sophie got the last one.
She exits her apartment building and gets her bearings. After checking and rechecking her online
map, she figures out where the track field is, and makes her way there in a light trot. She has only
been here two days so it is completely understandable that she doesn’t yet know where everything
is. About 10 minutes later she is under the bleachers, having taken an unexpected shortcut not on
the map.
But at least she is here, and she can do her standard-clear-your-head morning run, last done five
days ago when she was still in London, and very necessary today, with it being her first full day of
lectures.
Massachusetts wasn’t her first choice, but MIT offered a great renewable energy program that she
wanted to be a part of, for a year at least. And since it had always been her dream to study in the
US, when the MIT opportunity presented itself, Sophie grabbed it with both hands. She was an
obvious choice for the program too, her intellect surpassed only by her incredible good looks.
Sophie didn’t look like a nerd though, by any standards. She looked more like the centerfold from
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one of those taboo magazines that most men wouldn’t admit to having under their beds. The good
thing about her though is that she really didn’t seem to know it. Or if she did, it really wasn’t her
calling card in any of her social interactions. She was very attractive, no doubt. But she never
forced her attractiveness down your throat the way you would expect someone with such striking
beauty to do.
Humility as well as a certain regal air, without being pretentious, add to the attraction of Sophie.
And needless to say, many a male student, and some females, noticed her at orientation, and they
must have already made several mental notes to make a move. She knew why she was here
though, and it certainly wasn’t to get involved in any sort of relationship that would last only a
year and then be done when she had to go back to England. Such complications didn’t appeal in
any way to the savvy 20 year old.
She stretched on the bleachers for about ten minutes, looking around her at the vast emptiness of
the track. There was one solitary form on the far end, and if Sophie timed it right, she would be
able to say good morning to him on her second lap. She was just a nice girl and made a point of
making everybody feel more than a little special. She really didn’t care whether you were a janitor
or a lunch lady, grounds maintenance worker or a plumber. Her philosophy was simple: everyone
was somebody to somebody!
As she approached the man in the grey coveralls, his figure illuminated by the bright floodlights
that still lit the track, she noticed that he was very tall. He was almost too tall, and she was
suddenly nervous about greeting him and taking his attention away from sweeping the track,
something she would later look back on, and it still not make sense. He seemed out of place.
"Why would a statuesque man like him be sweeping a track?
When she gets close to him though he looks up suddenly and she doesn’t know what to do. Should
she greet him and just keep on running, or should she stop and strike up a real conversation. Both
of these would be easy for her to do, but she cannot really read his face so she isn’t sure which
scenario would make him uncomfortable. She knew from her school back in London that
maintenance staff tended to keep to themselves, and they only spoke to students when said
student had locked themselves out of their dorm and needed help.
“Good morning,” the dark waterfall of a man says suddenly and Sophie stops dead in her tracks.
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“Good morning to you sir,” she says, not really breathless because she hasn’t even started to work
up a sweat.
“Sir? You are definitely not from around these parts Miss…” he says, looking away. Sophie thinks
that she might have embarrassed him by calling him sir, but he was obviously older than her so
this seemed more than a little appropriate, regardless of his vocation.
“London, England,” she says, walking up to him now just because she is really curious as to just
how tall he really is.
“Kingston, Jamaica,” he says, reaching out a hand to her as she suddenly places the accent. She
and a couple of girlfriends had gone to Jamaica last summer, a girls retreat, and the one thing she
walked away from that trip with was how thick and heavy the Jamaican accent was. It was
instantly recognizable, whether you were in Kingston, London, or Cambridge Massachusetts.
“I’m Sophie,” she says, smiling as her tiny hand is enveloped in his gigantic one.
“Jamal,” comes the response, his voice deep and rounded, like a river of melted dark chocolate.
Actually, Sophie thought as he shook her hand gently, he looked like a towering dark chocolate
river, smooth skin and a perfectly matte complexion. She needed to get back to her run, and shake
her head of the thoughts that crept into her head suddenly and without invitation. She could have
no such thoughts, not of Jamal, or of anybody. She was just here for a year, and the last thing she
needed was the complexity of a one-night-stand, especially since she was still a virgin…
Jamal watched her as she disappeared around the track. He couldn’t take his eyes off her ass,
thinking that it was just too perfect to belong to a white girl. Another place, another time, he
thought, he might have stood a chance with the almost-too-sexy Sophie. Perhaps if they had met
on the island and he was 20 years younger! He returns to his sweeping, and tries to shake the
thoughts he knows he should not be having about her. When he doesn’t succeed he disappears
into the storeroom near the track before she comes around again, parading her perfection in front
of him almost as though she were daring him to reach out and touch it.
For the next couple of days they see each other every day, at 4AM, exchanging lingering looks that
both hopes the other doesn’t notice. Jamal knows what his attraction to Sophie is, even though
she is still unsure about her own. A week later Sophie tries to find another place to run.
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Accustomed to this new found anticipation of watching her run each morning, Jamal waits and
extra 15 or 20 minutes each day, just to make sure she isn’t coming. Resisting each other is futile
though. With the unabated intrigue of 'the idea' of one another, neither can imagine staying away
from each other. At least, until the burning curiosity is satisfied one way or another. Try as they
might, both of them are once again like moths to a flame, meeting on the track at 4AM again.
Neither can even explain to themselves what the visceral attraction is!
Pondering her growing obsession, Sophie thinks it's probably the fact that he is a nonthreatening
man who seems to be interested in nothing but casual greetings and the occasional lingering
glance, but Sophie knows that there is more to it. At least she hopes that there is, although she
will not admit it to herself. She doesn’t even know why, because not only has she never slept with
a black man, she in fact has not slept with any man before. You wouldn’t think it by looking at her
though, but Sophie is a virgin.
Perhaps Jamal knows this, because he seems to ask her things that make her feel like he wants
nothing but to protect her, for the duration of her stay at least. About two weeks into her daily
runs, he asks her something in fact, that both takes her by surprise and sends her into a bit of a
tailspin.
“Would I be forward if I said that you came running at 4 every morning just to see me?” he asks
her casually, almost joking, almost serious. She doesn’t know how to respond to this so she just
laughs, loudly. Surely Jamal can’t be serious. He must be joking, making his usual early morning
conversation although this morning it has a rather flirty slant. She cannot believe that he would
go there though, because he has always acted more like a big brother. Now it seemed that he was
going somewhere else with his thoughts and now his words.
“You would be right…” she says, laughing. She hopes he sees that she is joking, just because
Sophia really wants him to be joking.
“I thought so,” Jamal continues, and he smirks. Sophie watches Jamal for a moment and then
when it is clear that he is serious, she breaks the stare, and continues on her way. She cannot help
the warmth filling her chest though.
Sophie hadn’t really thought of what her type was until then. She has been so focused on her
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studies and on her pending career in the renewable energy industry that she had really up until
that moment put the idea of being with a man, any man, on the back burner. She knew that she
would get to it, eventually, but now was just not the time. And then she met Jamal.
Jamal had entertained the possibility many times though, always attracted to the pale skin and
great legs that all white women seemed to have. And Sophie had a perfect ass too, which really
was a bonus because this is that one thing Jamal thought was lacking on real white women in the
real world. He had always figured that asses had been photo-shopped into their pics on the
magazines and billboards that he had seen.
“Are you avoiding me,” he asks one day when she had not been on the track for two days.
“No not at all,” she says, although she knows that she really had. Jamal was proving to be a
distraction for her now, and she really couldn’t use any distractions so early in the year. She had
also already received more than a little bit of attention from her fellow students, but there was just
something about Jamal that had her fixated. She knew that it couldn’t happen though.
She was nice, to him, to everybody. But he was twice her age, and she knew that there could really
not come too much good from a liaison with him. She had planned on losing her virginity this
year, but she hadn’t envisioned
losing it to a Jamaican in his forties. Why not though, she asked herself.
“You been busy?” Jamal continues.
“Yes,” she says, not really a lie, but she knows that she could have still come running on the track
because she just changed her route and not the time of her morning jogs.
“Okay,” he says, not really believing her, returning to his sweeping. She really wants to ask him
what his intentions were. The undeniable attraction growing between them made her wonder
what his true angle was. But, unable to lie to herself, Sophie already knew that they'd reached a
fork in the road. Her thirst for this statuesque, black- Zeus of a man made her long to choose the
path of quenching her desires. But, Jamal didn't know that she was a virgin, and so she thought
she'd probably not be the best person to satisfy his experience. She doesn’t divulge this though,
and instead asks him something that she wishes she hadn’t as soon as the question escapes her
lips.
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“Are you free tonight?” she asks him, and then immediately bites her lip.
“I could be,” he says, holding his broom tighter, obviously also very nervous now.
“Apartment 243, the Edgerton building…” she says, again before she can stop herself.
“Okay…around seven?” he asks, seeming to want to conclude this conversation that he has really
wanted to have with her since the first day he said hello to the pretty Brit.
“Yes, seven!” she says emphatically, and then she runs right off the tracks and goes to process this
conversation she really didn’t expect to have with the maintenance man…
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Chapter Two
Sophie hadn’t thought about what the other students in her building might think of this
nocturnal visit from Jamal, not until she was face to face with him at her door. Her neighbor
across the hall, a guy named Jonah who she hasn’t had any real conversation with even though he
lives so close to her, also happened to come home at just that time. Seeing the snide look Jonah
throws her way, she isn’t sure if Jonah knows who Jamal is though, because he really looks
different in his jeans and vest. Maintenance workers really faded into the background in their grey
coveralls.
This was a very good thing, she thought!
But her visitor was obviously much older than she was, and this was probably the reason for her
nosey neighbor’s expression. Jonah had once suggested that he and Sophie ‘hang out,’ but he
really had no appeal to her. Sophie owed nobody an explanation for what happened in the privacy
of her apartment, so she stepped aside and let Jamal in, half nodding at Jonah, returning his
stare with a look of defiance. As he stood in his own doorway with his mouth agape, she closes
the door and turns into her tiny apartment, taking a deep breath and preparing herself to attend
to her guest. She is suddenly nervous, thinking that perhaps she should have suggested that they
meet in a more public place.
“Hello,” Jamal says, and he comes down and kisses her on her cheek.
“Hello,” she says, and then she looks across to where she has a bottle of red wine breathing on the
table. Sophie wonders if Jamal even drinks wine. She hopes he does, because this is really all she
could get without being asked to produce ID. The US, to her, was very strange. You could drive at
16, but had to wait to be 21 to buy alcohol, legally!
“Here we are…” Jamal says, looking around the space. Sophie walks to the table and pours them
both a glass, handing one to Jamal whose eyes are still on every corner of the tiny space. He really
seems to be taking it all in, almost as though he has never been inside any of the student
accommodation before.
“Do you want a tour?” she asks him, noticing his curiosity. He nods, and three minutes later they
are back in the living area, having seen the bedroom, bathroom, and now the kitchen, dining and
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living areas which are all essentially one space.
“Can I sit?” he asks.
“Yes, of course,” she says, taking her wine to the kitchen where she gets a salad out of the fridge.
She really thinks that she might have got this wrong. Firstly, she didn’t confirm with Jamal this
morning that they would be having dinner. Secondly, the menu wasn’t discussed at all, and while
lighter men might have appreciated a salad, she isn’t sure if the ebony hulk in her apartment now
will show this appreciation.
She sets up on the tiny dining table, and then pours them both a second
glass of red. She still hasn’t relaxed any more than when he arrived, but she does a good job of
pretending that she is. Sophia watches him eat, taking huge chunks of the salad on his fork and
stuffing it in his mouth. He chews loudly too, and she finds this cute. She really just nibbles on
hers, while taking in this breathtakingly gorgeous beast of a man. She smiles inside, as she quietly
observes him, smirking as she notices a piece of lettuce stuck between his teeth.
When they are finished eating, having had a third glass of wine, Jamal seems to be more relaxed
than Sophie. She is looking a little more tense now, knowing that with the meal out of the way, he
is probably going to want more than she is ready to give up right then. She knows that she really
wants him to be here, but she isn’t sure how to tell him that there would be limits to tonight’s
proceedings.
Jamal gets up from the table and helps her with the plates, and then he looks around for another
bottle of wine, needing more courage than he has suddenly. He is also not sure what to do now,
and so he really feels like he needs another bottle. He drank wine only one other time in his life,
and it was the cheap boxed kind. So now, even though he has not yet acquired the taste for this
crimson liquid, he knows that it is probably the only alcohol that Sophie has in her house. He also
won’t put her out in any way by asking for a beer.
After washing up, and watching Sophie open up the bottle, they walk over to the couch. Sophie
sits first, and Jamal follows after he pours the wine. He looks at her, she looks at him, and the
moment just hangs suspended, for what seems like forever. Then without warning, Jamal puts his
mouth on hers and she kisses him back almost immediately. They kiss for the longest time, their
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lips moving over each other softly. They smolder in the soft heat, with no urgency in getting
acquainted with each other’s mouths. Sophie feels the warmth spread in her chest almost as
quickly.
Her glass drops to the floor suddenly and shatters, bringing her out of the moment. She looks at
the floor, crimson splashes amid the broken glass that look like diamonds in the dimly lit space.
Embarrassed she tries to push Jamal away, so that she can clean the mess she just made, but he
resists.
He pulls her closer to him, and starts to send his tongue into her mouth. She tries to relax, but the
butterflies in her stomach seem to be dancing in her mouth, and she suddenly feels like he is
filling her mouth too quickly with himself. She tries to kiss him back, but can’t. So Sophie just lets
him move his tongue in and around her mouth so gently that she starts to shiver. She is really
shaking now, and so she places her hands on his chest and braces herself up against him as he
seems to work her onto her back.
“Give me a minute,” he says suddenly, and he reaches for the side table to place his glass down.
Then he returns to her, his mouth on hers immediately, and his tongue snaking into her mouth
again. His hands start moving up her legs, and she cannot breathe now. Her dress is too short,
and his fingers make their way up her thighs too high so that she puts her hand on his and stops
his fingers just before they reach under her dress.
“Wait,” Sophia says, pulling her mouth from his, and then looking at him directly in his eyes.
Jamal keeps his hand on her thighs and looks at her. He exhales hard out of his mouth and she
knows that he is probably more than a little frustrated. He wants to get up off her to allow her to
breathe, but he has a problem between his legs that he is suddenly very embarrassed for her to
see. She doesn’t want to see it too, having felt it against her belly but still not sure about just what
she is going to be faced with when he eventually does come up.
He brings his mouth back on hers, and tries to move his hand higher up her dress. Sophie presses
harder against his hand so that he knows that she doesn’t want him to touch her too far up her
leg. Many questions flash across his face, in his deep dark eyes, but he doesn’t ask her any of
them. He does wonder though if she is just a tease, and if she just invited him here to frustrate
him. Somehow he knows that this is not the case, but Jamal really wants to have his hands on
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her, all over her, and the thought that this might not happen frustrates him.
Sophie adjusts herself underneath him, and moves herself up on the sofa.
He lets her move, and then he is sitting up next to her. It is too late for him to make the necessary
adjustments in his pants that will hide his erection, so he doesn’t even try. He looks over to where
his wine is on the side table, and then as he gets up to pick it up, steps in the broken glass,
crushing it under his sneakers.
“Sorry,” he says, and he lifts his foot.
“It’s okay, it was my fault…” she says, and then she gets up and goes to get a mop and a bucket
from the kitchen.
“No, don’t use that,” he mumbles, and he goes to the kitchen to get some terry towel off the
counter. Jamal returns to the broken glass and picks it up carefully off the floor. “Your couch is
ruined,” he says, looking to where some of the red has splashed on the base of the grey seat.
“It’s not my couch…” she says, and the both laugh, lessening the awkwardness of what just
happened. Sophie is still feeling a little flushed, and Jamal really wants to explore more of her as
he makes quick work of the broken glass.
After cleaning up all the glass from the floor and wiping the wine that hasn’t already soaked into
the floor from it, he picks up his glass and takes a sip. Then he hands this glass to Sophie, filling it
up again before she takes a huge sip. She looks flushed now, and he smiles. He wipes the sweat
beads that have formed on his brow and he stands in front of her, the bottle in hand. As she takes
another sip from the glass he brings the bottle to his mouth and takes a huge gulp.
“Are you okay?” he asks her now, taking another huge sip from the bottle.
“I am…I’m sorry…” she says. She really feels the need to apologize for this one thing that never
happened. She is obviously not ready for it, but she really wants to have his hands on her again.
How though will she let him know that there is a limit to what he thinks is going to happen? She
thinks though that it would be more than a little unfair to allow this to go on any further.
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“Don’t be, it’s okay…” he says, although it really doesn’t look like it is okay. Sophie thinks that it is
best for Jamal to leave now, but she cannot bring herself to ask him to. She takes a huge sip from
the glass in her hand, and finishes the contents before holding it up for a refill.
Jamal obliges, looking a little confused. He isn’t sure if she is trying to drink herself in the mood,
or if she is just using the wine as a crutch. They finish this bottle in relative silence and then
Jamal walks over to the window. Then he looks out onto the street below, and tries to think his
erection down.
It goes nowhere though, and he makes adjustment after adjustment in his pants. The wine is
dancing through his veins now, and he knows that he should just leave before he ends up doing
something that he might not like himself for in the morning. He knows that he has a huge cock,
and he knows that if he feeds it to Sophie without her being fully ready for it, he will feel bad.
Jamal senses that she will let him take her, for his benefit more than hers, so he tries again to
hide his erection so that he can leave.
“I think I should go…” he says at last, his dick at half-mast now.
Sophie really doesn’t want him to but she knows that it is the best thing.
She does think though that if he leaves now without having had an orgasm, that the chances of
him coming back again will be zero to none. But even with all the wine in her she is not ready for
him, not like that. So she smiles at him and comes up to him near the window.
“Will you come again?” she asks, as she runs a finger across his lips.
“Sure, yeah, if you want me too…” Jamal says, moving her hand off his mouth because he is
getting hard again.
“I want you too…” she says, and watches him walk to the door. She walks him out of the
apartment and down to the front door of the building. He wants to kiss her again, but then he
remembers his cock. Kissing Sophie right now won’t be a good idea.
Jamal walks out of the building, his manhood throbbing now, and he makes his way down the
road to the bus stop. He wonders if he will see her in the morning at their usual 4AM spot…
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Chapter Three
Jamal gets home about an hour later and goes straight to his room. He shares a three bedroom
apartment with two other guys, and even though they are there, he doesn’t greet them. Both his
housemates are in their rooms too, expectedly, because it is quite late. He takes off his top after
kicking off his sneakers and taking off his jeans. He jumps on his bed and pulls his boxers down
passed his cock and reveals a semi-hard-on.
Thoughts fill his head of Sophie now, her firm thighs, her great ass. He wishes that he managed
to get his hands on that ass but she was obviously not up to it. Jamal wonders why, but there is no
time for him to think about this now, because he has his hand on his shaft, moving it up and
down slowly, resurrecting his erection. Looking at his cock now, he almost smiles at himself. He
knows that he is huge, and he just accepts that she must have got a little bit nervous.
He’ll get her next time!
He reaches for a tub of Vaseline on his side table, and opens it. After taking
out a huge amount, he starts to coat his cock with the lubricating cream. Jamal works the jelly up
over his massive dome, and all the way down his shaft, all the way onto his massive orbs. He pulls
on his nuts, rubbing more
of the jelly into his huge sack. He really has an impressive set of equipment, but he knows that
this has been more than a little bit of a problem in the past.
It doesn’t help too that Jamal has a particular taste. He likes petit small women. He is the type of
man with a real goliath complex, liking to tower over his women, and fill her so completely with
himself that she really has to want to give herself to him. He likes the surrender of these tiny
women, but they are really few and far between. So tonight was very frustrating for him. Jamal
had thought that Sophie was attracted to him because of his size. Surely she must have known
that his cock was huge, judging just from how tall he was.
Again he gets his mind off the details of her rejection of him, moving his fingers up and down his
shaft now. He really needs to cum, and he is sure that it won’t be as satisfying as it would have
been if he were inside her. But his hands are the nearest thing now, and the most reliable. He
uses both hands on his shaft now, almost like he were milking a cow. Jamal pulls his fingers all
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the way up over his head, one and then the other.
Then he takes a hold of his cock with one hand, and with a firm grip, starts to move his hand all
the way up and then all the way down his massive, curved tool. He turns his hand at an unnatural
angle, just to fool himself into thinking that it was not his hand. Then he closes his eyes and
starts to go at himself with real urgency. He moves his fingers rapidly over his head for a while
and then returns to giving his whole shaft attention. He doesn’t seem to be getting any closer to
cumming though.
Jamal uses his other hand to pull on his balls. He squeezes harder on his cock, and it starts to
pulsate now. He wishes he was in the bathroom, because he knows that he is going to make quite
a mess. He really has an excessive load, but it is too late for him to move. He is so close to
cumming that there is not a chance in hell that he is going to move now. With his hand firmly on
his cock and his fingers kneading his balls, he opens his eyes to see where exactly he is going to
erupt, knowing that it is going to be a spectacular explosion from his hard, throbbing missile.
When he starts to spray his load it lands on his chest first, and then a little bit of it falls on the
bed. Then it starts to spray out of his tip in a steady stream and some of it lands on his chin.
Jamal moves his face out of the way, but it is too late. His hands don’t stop working on his tool
though, because he needs to milk every last drop from his cock now, before he can relax.
After he has watched the last bit of semen trickle from his dome, he pulls on his cock a little more,
and then relaxes onto his bed, and stays there motionless for a while. The remnants of his selfmanipulation comes over him in waves, and he momentarily quivers with sensual spasms, now
laying satisfied on the bed. One thing is certain, he really knows his way around himself, and he
does a great job of releasing any pent-up sexual tension when he needs to. As he wipes his semen
from himself, he gets up and goes to the kitchen. While he would have loved to quench his thirst
with the sweet nectar he imagines would have dripped between Sophie’s thighs, he has to settle
for a beer.
As he sips his beer his thoughts go to Sophie again. What was he thinking? She must be 20 years
old, and she is a student at MIT. He is just the grounds maintenance man. But she seems to see
passed that, and he likes that she does. Jamal really wants to see her naked, to be with her naked,
and he starts to wonder how he can make this happen. Alcohol is obviously not enough for her to
let herself go, and he wonders as he lights a blunt if she smokes weed.
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Somehow he doesn’t think so…
Sophie too is frustrated in her apartment. She has opened a third bottle of wine, and as she drinks
her second glass from the bottle she knows that she will not go for her early morning run. She is
feeling a little embarrassed for making Jamal come all this way and not leaving with the happy
ending he expected. She is really not even sure what she wanted, or what she wants. She is clear
that she wants to see him naked, and to explore his body. But she has not really explored a man’s
body before, and Jamal is every bit the epitome of biting off more than you can chew.
She takes the glass with her to the bathroom and runs a bath. She slips into the bath and lays
back, putting her leg over the side of the tub and sipping from her glass. Sophie takes her finger
and places it on her clit directly. She needs to attend to herself now, and even though she would
really have liked it to be Jamal who was paying her this attention now, she knows that she was
certainly not ready to go all the way with him.
Sophie has been with two guys before. She has been naked with one. Eddie, the guy she was
naked with, got his pants off and kissed her, petting her lightly. Then she was suddenly
uncomfortable and she just got up and put her clothes on, and left. She wasn’t scared of him as
much as she was scared of herself. Eddie had a bit of a reputation and she just felt that her
inexperience would show immediately. This is the same thing that stopped her from getting past
second base with Jamal. He had 20 years’ experience on her, and she knew it.
There is no time for her to play with her clit, not with the way she is feeling now. She goes into
herself immediately with her finger, and gets it so deep inside herself that she stops and has to
put the glass down. It slips and the little bit of wine left in it flows onto the white tile, but the
glass doesn’t break this time. She doesn’t have time to worry about this though, and she continues
to press into herself, against the firmness of her clit, drawing more and more cream from deep
inside herself. Sophie closes her eyes and imagines Jamal naked now, and even though she might
have it wrong, she gets an image in her head and sticks to it.
She fingers herself hard with just a single finger, then coaxes up to two. Now, with just these two
fingers, moving in and out of herself, she lets her mind think of Jamal, of his massive chocolate
dome, realizing all the more that she really wanted him inside her. She tilts her hips now, going
deeper into herself still, back and forth, rhythmically. Her head is filled now with images of the
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thickness that promised to filler her, to bring down her tight walls. As her body crashes like waves
of orgasmic bliss, she pants softly, and then lets out a sensuous wail that she is sure can be heard
down the hall. She doesn’t care.
After her incredible orgasm, Sophie lets herself just linger in the tub, and even though she doesn’t
yet know what it is like to be brought to an orgasm by a man, her very active imagination creates
the details, like paint on canvas. And while her fingers really do the trick for her for now, she
knows that it is time for her to experience the real thing. She starts to make plans in her head for
their next encounter.
Sophie already knows that he will have to come to her again next time. It's just more comfortable
that way. She also thinks that it's best to tell him that she is a virgin. And if she had his number,
then she would have texted him right now, to dropped this bombshell, and get it out of the way, so
she could stop obsessing over what his reaction would be.
"Why don't I have his number?", she wonders?
Had she really meant for this experience to be just a once off? She isn’t sure, but as she gets out of
the bath, she makes up her mind that she will definitely see him again, soon. She will not make it
to her jog come 4AM, so in about two days she will drop this bit of information to Jamal and give
him the whole day to think about it. And then, if he shows up that night, then he will know what
he is dealing with, and he will be a little more prepared.
Exactly two days later Sophie is on the track again, just before 4. She looks around for Jamal, but
she doesn’t see him. She stretches a little bit, and throws her eyes around the track again. Still
there is no sign of Jamal. Sophie really starts to wonder if he is going to be a no show, and she
really starts to feel a tug in her belly, letting her know that she will be very disappointed if she
doesn’t see him. Suddenly, Jamal walks out of the maintenance building, armed with a broom,
and she exhales hard, relieved.
“Good morning,” he says to her as she runs up to him.
“Morning,” Sophie says, not sure if she should apologize for the other night.
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“I’m sorry for the other night… I was a little drunk…” he says first though, and she suddenly feels
worse than she had that night.
“I’ve got to tell you something…” she starts, walking up next to him now and following him
towards the center of the field. She isn’t sure what he is going to do there, since it is grassed and
he is carrying a broom. She forgets about this now though, and tries to string together the
sentence that could send Jamal running for the hills.
“What’s up?” he says, still not looking at her. He seems to deliberately be avoiding eye contact
with her and she wonders why. Surely this isn’t where they are now? Surely they are not suddenly
uncomfortable with each other?
“I’m a virgin,” she says, not knowing how else to say it. He looks at her now,
and it is as if a penny drops and everything suddenly makes sense. He smiles, a relieved smile, an
I’m-so-glad-it-wasn’t-me-because-I-really-thought-it-was smile. He pulls her close to him and
plants his lips on hers, kissing her long. And then he lets her go and looks at her closely.
“That’s a relief,” he says. She doesn’t quite understand what he means but has to let this go too
because he is kissing her again.
“Will you come tonight?” she asks him when they are separated.
“Careful what you wish for…” he says, and then laughs at a joke that only he gets…
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Chapter Four
Sophie realizes that she still doesn’t have Jamal’s number by seven o’clock that evening, and she
also realizes that she didn’t say what time he should come around. She is ready for him to arrive,
and she wants him to get here soon before she loses her nerve. But she knows that she won’t
though. Tonight is the night that she will become a woman, and she will become a woman at the
hands of Jamal.
Around 8:30, with Sophie having drank half a bottle of wine, there is a soft knock on the door. She
knows that it is Jamal, and so she adjusts her short dress and goes to the door. Opening it, she
sees Jonah standing outside his apartment again, looking knowingly at Jamal. He seems to know
who he is now, and he just shakes his head. Sophie really doesn’t care, because as far as Jonah is
concerned, Jamal is the one getting to enjoy what he will only ever hope to. Jonah really isn’t her
type anyway.
“We didn’t say what time?” Sophie says as she lets him in to the apartment.
“No we didn’t,” he says, holding a brown paper bag. She wants to ask him what’s in the bag but
doesn’t. Instead she pours him a glass of wine. Then she remembers that she had actually got beer
that afternoon, purchased for her by the assistant at the liquor store because apparently he
thought that this was his way of getting into her pants, and offers him a beer instead. Jamal
gladly accepts it, apparently relieved that there is this familiar liquid now.
He puts the bag on the table, and looks at it. He seems to be as interested as she is in the contents
of the bag, but still Sophie doesn’t ask him what is inside it. After drinking half of his beer, he
pulls the brown bag to him, and then opens it. Sophie tries to sneak a peek inside it but it is not
possible from the angle that she is sitting at. Then he pulls out a large tubular bottle from the bag,
a red round bottle. Now she looks closely to see just what this is.
“It’s lubrication,” he says, and she is suddenly taken aback. She knows why she told him that she
was a virgin this morning, but now that he has come armed with lubrication she feels like she
perhaps made it too easy for him. Sophie knows that she didn’t though, and she really doesn’t
even care if she has. She really wants him to take her, and now that he is aware of her status, she
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knows that he will handle with care.
“Okay,” she says, finishing the contents of her glass. And then she watches him finish his beer
before handing him another one, taking the lubrication from him. She turns the bottle over in her
hands, and when he finishes his beer he gets up, lifting her off the couch, and carries her to the
bedroom. It really is now or never.
Jamal takes off his own clothes, watching as Sophie takes off her dress. In her panties and bra,
she gets on the bed. He is standing there in his boxers, not sure if he should take them off. He
decides to give it a minute, and gets on the bed next to her. He lies next to Sophie and runs his
fingers up the full length of her body. She closes her eyes, and feels his fingers moving all over her
now, and then she feels his hands on her bra. When he gets it off too quickly she is suddenly
tense.
“Relax, I got you…” he says, and then starts to pull her panties down. Sophie knows that she has a
great body, and so she lets him. She also shaved that morning too, so she is as smooth as a baby’s
bum down there. She wanted nothing to get in the way of what she hopes will be easier than the
thoughts that she is having. She is really driving herself crazy with thoughts of what it will feel
like, and she just wishes that he will get on with it so that she knows.
Naked now, she looks at his shorts. He smiles, and doesn’t take them off, seeing her inquisitive
eyes falling over his bulge. He will tease her with the anticipation. Jamal puts her down on her
back, and then tells her to close her eyes. She does, and he traces small circles on her belly with
his long, thick finger. Then he reaches her clit, and he taps on it lightly. Before long he is rubbing
deep circles into her growing flower, and soon enough it fully blooms with coated nectar. He goes
down on her with his mouth, wrapping her lips in his now, and then he finds the space between
her sweet folds that is suddenly so inviting that he cannot hold himself back from sticking a single
finger inside it.
He is patient though, going in very slowly, and filling her with his long, thick finger. He starts to
move this finger around in circles, small circles at first and then slightly larger circles. Nothing is
intrusive though, and he stops pushing his finger into her just as soon as it reaches the soft firm
sheath that stands between her and womanhood. Sophie knows that he could go deeper. She
wants him to go deeper. But she also feels a little bit uncomfortable as he nudges just a few
millimeters into her now, so that she knows that this is the part inside her that needs to be
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broken down.
Then Jamal removes his finger, as slowly, as deliciously, and as soon as it is out of her she wants
it back in. She opens her eyes, catching his eyes on her face, and then on her breasts. He goes
down on her chest with his mouth and starts to suck slowly. He sucks so deliberately that she
really starts to think that honey is coming out of her nipples. One thing is certain, Jamal is a very
competent lover.
He knows just how to touch her, and she is soon comfortable enough to take two of his thick
fingers inside her, without any added lubrication. She is just so wet, and apparently so willing,
that Jamal goes into her with two fingers and smiles, stopping just before he reaches the barrier.
Then he pushes a little further, goes a little deeper, and then moves his fingers in a pivoting
motion, first to the left and then to the right. Sophie holds his hand, keeping it in place, not
wanting him to be out of her just yet when this is what he is threatening to do.
“Nice,” he whispers, and he keeps fingering her a little more. She is not sure what her body should
be doing now, but finds herself sensing the all too familiar tingle of pending orgasm. As her
pleasure mounts, she is unable to hold back the tide. Her body shudders as she is wrought with
ecstasy. She moans as waves of pleasure wash over her, drawing her hips deeper into the
pulsation of his fingers. Watching her body writhe, Jamal can't help but sense how taught the
skin of his extremely erect member now is. Unable to resist, his fingers slip just a little further
into her , almost breaking through her walls. He doesn’t though, and as she comes down from
what was really the most beautiful orgasm she has ever had, he slowly removes his fingers.
“Are you okay?” he asks her.
“Yes,” she whispers, turning her head to the side, looking away from him, feeling the intensity of
his stare.
“You are very beautiful,” he whispers, bringing his mouth onto her again. Then he is kissing her
neck again, and then her breasts. Sucking on her breasts, she is really breathless now. Sophie
closes her eyes, and just enjoys the warmth of his mouth on her luscious peaks. Then he starts to
nibble on her nipples, and she opens her eyes again, looking down at his mouth on her. She takes
her hands to his head, and pushes him down on her gently.
When he rises up from her, suckling the sweet juices of her valley, his tongue savors the sweet
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cream that laces his full lips and he grabs the lubricant from the side of the bed, looking at her.
“Do you trust me?” he asks her. She nods. “Then close your eyes,” he says. He opens the bottle and
pours a little bit of the lube on his fingers. He rubs it against her slit, and then starts to move it
inside her. His finger goes far up into her, lingers for a moment, and then is slowly removed. A
little more lubricant on his fingers, he makes his way up inside her again, coating the inside of her
pussy with as much lube as possible.
Sophie starts to lick her lips. Jamal licks his lips before going down and licking her lips. She
smiles, opening her eyes. He looks at her, reprimanding, and she closes her eyes again. Then he
slides two fingers into her, easily because of the lube and the natural wetness of her pussy, and he
fingers her slowly. He fingers her a little bit harder and then pulls his fingers from her. Jamal
parts her legs a little more, and looks at her pussy, before looking at his fingers. They are thick
and they are incredibly long. He is going to have to be careful.
Jamal brings his mouth on her, and then starts to get a finger inside her again. Then he adds a
second finger, and it is a comfortable fit. He kisses her deeper on the mouth and starts to snake
his tongue into her mouth now, starting to very slowly push a third finger into her. She starts to
pant, and he sends his tongue deeper into her mouth. Sophie tries to move her pussy away from
the fingers inside it now, just because she needs a minute, but Jamal knows that it is now or
never.
He gets his three fingers into her and the squeeze is really tight now. He starts to move them in
and out of her very slowly, and she doesn’t give at all. Her cunt just wraps itself so tightly around
his fingers that he has to really concentrate now. He lifts his mouth off hers now and looks at her
pussy. Jamal watches as his fingers get almost all the way inside her, stopping just short of the
barrier, and then slowly removes his fingers from her, completely.
After positioning himself on top of her, he parts her legs a little more. He looks down at her,
smiling, she now opens her eyes. There is no way that he can get her to close them now, and so he
just looks into her beautiful emerald orbs, heavy with lust, rubbing his head against her slit. He
thinks for a moment that he should perhaps have put a little bit more lube on her and in her, but
then he thinks that would just be overkill. He needs to test her now though, and see if she is really
going to trust him enough to take her most prized possession.
“Do it,” she whispers, as he starts to nudge into her slowly.
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“Are you sure?” he asks, sending more of himself into her, a millimeter at a time.
“Just do it,” she says, closing her eyes now. He feeds her more of his cock, and watches her face
closely. He sees her frown, and then watches as she bites her lip. Still he doesn’t stop, going
deeper into her. When he reaches the back of her pussy he knows that this is the moment of truth.
He takes a deep breath, and so does she, and he pauses.
Jamal holds her hips now, and holds her firmly in place. He kisses her on the mouth,
passionately, deeply. He nudges forward, going into her with determination, knowing that this is
what she wants. He wants it too, and he goes at it a little harder. Her cunt resists him with
everything that it is worth, but he is very determined. When her wall finally goes down he exhales
into her mouth and she gasps. Jamal goes all the way into her, as far past her virginity as he can
go, and then he pauses again.
“There we go… You’re a woman now,” he whispers to her, and then starts to thrust very slowly in
and out of her. He uses all his experience to tend to her sensitivities, knowing that this is her first
time and that despite himself, he needs to be gentle. He brings her to two beautiful orgasm before
he finally senses that he cannot hold back his own eruption. He has the most intense climax that
he has had in a very long time, and as the waves of this pleasure send him into convulsions, he
brings her to a third. Keeping his cock inside her, he waits for his erection to dissipate before he
pulls it from her slowly.
She doesn’t go running for the next two days, and he understands why. Jamal knows though, that
she will soon make an appearance again. And he makes up his mind then and there, that the
next time they are together it will be in his apartment. Something about her makes him really
want to see her again, in his territory and on his terms. He knows that their lovemaking can be
even more beautiful than it just was, and in the comfort of his own place, he is determined to
make it so.
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Chapter Five
Sophie walks into his apartment and she looks around too, repeating what he did the first night at
her place. She knows that he will not give her a tour though, because the three-bedroom
apartment where Jamal lives is shared with two other guys. They are not in tonight though,
probably asked by Jamal to give him a little space. The single sofa in the living room looks a little
worse for ware; the nicest thing in the space is the plasma TV.
“Can I get you something?” he asks, pulling her close to him now and kissing her neck
passionately.
“I’m okay,” she says, having had half a bottle of wine before taking a cab to his apartment.
“You sure?” he asks, walking them both to the kitchen and pulling a single bottle of wine from the
cupboard. She knows that this is for her benefit.
“Maybe one glass…” Sophie says, wanting him to get on with the reason she has come here.
He pours them both a glass of wine in tumblers, not a wine glass in sight, and she sips the
cabernet slowly. It actually isn’t half bad and so she looks at him with an approving look. He
smiles down at her, his eyes glassed over from the joint he smoked just before she got here. When
he brings his mouth onto hers, she tastes the remnants of the weed on his lips and she thinks to
herself that she might be in for quite a ride tonight. But at least they have made it passed third
base and hit several home runs, and she is actually looking forward to this first experience as a
real woman, in every sense of the word.
“Thank you…” he says to her, an almost whisper.
“For what?” she asks, sipping from her tumbler again as they walk back to the living area.
“For trusting me with you…” he says, and he pulls her close to him again and gives her a long,
lingering embrace. Then he starts to kiss her again, and as he does, he takes her empty glass from
her hand. “I think I’ll take that…” he says, and she knows that he is remembering the first night
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in her apartment when she broke her glass. She smiles bashfully.
“I think that’s a good idea,” she says, when he finally removes his lips from hers so that he can put
the glasses down on the stand that has the TV and a PlayStation on it. Then he returns his mouth
to Sophie’s and kisses her all the way to the sofa. He tries to push her down on it, but she
remembers that he doesn’t live alone so that she is more than a little bit uncomfortable being out
in the open like this. Jamal realizes this and turns her around so that her back is against his
chest. He walks her to the furthest bedroom down the hall and walks her inside.
“Give me a moment,” he says, and leaves her alone for as long as it takes him to fetch the bottle
and their glasses, then locks the bedroom door behind him. She is suddenly a little more
comfortable, but not entirely relaxed, remembering what awaits her between his dark, muscular
thighs. She knows him now, and she knows that she can take him, sort of. But the apprehension
still lingers. Her heart beats faster in realizing she definitely needs another glass of wine. Jamal
has the patience of a saint, and she knows this. She finds comfort that he will not do anything to
her unless she is completely ready.
He helps her out of her dress, and then pulls her close to him. He moves her
around on the floor like he is doing a waltz, and she goes with him, even though his moves aren’t
exactly ballroom. Then he lifts her off the floor and she squeezes the glass in her hands a little
tighter, not wanting to appear clumsy to him tonight. Jamal made her a woman, and she is
determined to let him enjoy the fruits of his labor.
Jamal carries her to the bed and puts her down on it. He watches her as she sips her wine, taking
off his own clothes. They come off quickly too, and soon enough he is standing there in nothing
but his boxers. As he gets on the bed he slips the shorts off his long ebony colored legs and comes
up close to her. He holds her face, her cheeks flushed with crimson, up to his so that she doesn’t
look down at his cock. She will become nervous again, and the apprehension will delay his entry
into her. He remembers how tightly her pussy wrapped around his cock the last time and he really
doesn’t want her to be uncomfortable in any way. Not tonight.
He moves his mouth up and down her neck as he works her bra off. And then he takes the thumb
and forefinger on both hands and works her panties down her legs. Now that they are both
completely naked, he knows that it won’t be long. He reminds himself to be patient with her
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though, and parting her legs, he settles his mouth on her clit and sucks hard. A little bit of cream
escapes her pussy and he licks the outside of her punani now, taking every drop of her warm
liquid into his mouth.
Sophie loves his mouth on her, and as his tongue moves inside her she wraps her legs tightly
around his neck and pants a little bit too loudly. She remembers again that there is the possibility
that someone might walk into the apartment now and she tries to pull his head off from between
her thighs. He holds her down, and nibbles on her clit lightly, allowing her to catch her breath.
Then he gets up and goes to the music system set up on a chest of drawers. As smooth jazz fills the
space, a little too loudly, she knows that he has read her mind.
When he comes back onto the bed he drops his tongue into her mouth and she tastes herself on
his tongue. She isn’t sure how she feels about this, but her cunt is so wet now, that she appreciates
the fact that her body is playing along. She knows that he will get in easier with his monster
tonight, but only if he doesn’t spend too much time lapping up her natural lubrication so that he
leaves her dry. The last thing she wants is to be dry, especially not tonight.
“I’m only here for a year,” she says suddenly, not sure where this came from.
He is already between her legs, with his mouth re-exploring every sweet crevice of her, so he
doesn’t answer her. Jamal really seems to enjoy the taste of her, she fleetingly thinks. Just as
abruptly, thoughts of worry are quickly replaced with an unexpected wave of desire, coaxed
forward by the heat of his tongue rhythmically suckling the thickness of her clit. She finds herself
having had an orgasm too soon. Still panting, and then gasps, she closes her eyes, feeling a little
embarrassed. He keeps his mouth on her clit, and then laps up the steady stream of cream now
flowing out of her very wet pussy. When he is done he pulls his mouth away from her and comes
up on top of her.
“One year is more than enough time… By the time you go back to London you will have more
experience than you ever thought possible. Who knows, you might even get to experience other
cock…” He speaks as though he were asking her a question and not making a statement. She
searches for this question and then searches her head for an appropriate answer. Sophia knows
that she should say that there will be no other cock inside her, but she also knows that this might
just be a lie.
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Sophia brings her mouth to his and tastes more of herself on his lips. She parts her legs and then
wraps them around his broad waist. She isn’t exactly ready for him, but she needs to distract him
from the question she wasn’t even sure he was asking. Jamal kisses her deeply, rubbing his
erection against her clit but making no signs that he is going to go into her. He just keeps on
moving the length of his shaft against her, and then he moves his waist down so that he pushes
her own ass deep into the bed.
Then he pulls himself off her mouth, and uses his hands to unwrap her legs. Then he goes up on
to his knees and slowly starts to turn her over. Sophie is on her stomach now and she is very
anxious. She thinks he is going to try for her ass, but he doesn’t. Instead he parts her legs and
slides his cock between her thighs, rubbing his hardness against her clit again. She really wants
him inside her now, her cunt quivering and dripping profusely. Then he slips his head inside her,
and she holds her breath. Every muscle in every part of her body is suddenly tense.
Jamal works his cock up inside her slowly, moving his fingers up and down her back. Then he
places his hands on her thighs and parts her legs a little further, going a little deeper into her. He
is slow, he is deliberate. Not once does he pull any part of himself out of her, enjoying the ground
he is making. When he is in her as far as he will go he pauses, moving his hands up and down on
her back again.
When he starts thrusting into her she feels like she is going to lose her mind. His lengthy
thickness moves all the way up inside her and all the way out. Then again he is moving himself
into her, filling her completely. When he pulls out again she is sure that some of her cunt goes
with him. Over and over again he rams himself inside her, and she pulls his arms around so that
her head rests on his massive forearms. Sophie bites into his skin and he just keeps on thrusting.
She is sure too that she has had another orgasm minutes after he started thrusting but she knows
that he is yet to cum.
“Are you good?” he asks her, as he drives himself all the way up inside her again. She wants to
answer him but she cannot. As he fills her ravenously with his cock, she returns each painfully
pleasurable stroke with a reciprocating arch of her ass, meeting his stroke. He is pummeling her
pussy now, and she bites harder into his flesh. He likes it too, going deeper, harder into her.
Everything about this position that makes her feel like she has officially graduated. She wants to
turn and look at him but she knows that this is not necessary. He keeps on moving himself inside
her, melodically teasing her as his manhood threatens to remove itself completely from her, with
the beginning of each thick, erotic stroke.
Sophie has another orgasm, and she starts to think that he could fuck her forever. She would like
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that. She would like that a lot. She starts to think of how she could get to stay here all night, really
not worried about missing her 4AM. If she misses it, he will miss it too. She has discovered the
capabilities of her body now and she really wants to enjoy this journey. She knows somehow that
there is no need for her to ask him if she can stay the night. She knows somehow that this will be
up to her.
When he finally has a massive orgasm, filling her with his hot lava, she coyly starts to think of
how to coax him into teaching her the next lesson. She wants to take him in her mouth, wanting
suddenly to taste his milky tide on her tongue. She has had no practice with this though, but she
is comfortable enough with Jamal to give it a real try. As she begins to lick herself off his dark,
slightly soft dome , she finds it incredibly erotic. Her jaw opens wider as she takes him deeper
into her mouth. Her tongue dances lustfully, as she feels flushes of warmth between her thighs, as
she ravenously resurrects his scepter. As she works her mouth up and down his chocolate tower,
she is glad that she was such a stickler for routine. If she wasn’t, then she would not have met
Jamal on her early morning jog, and she might have lost her virginity to a lesser man…
THE END
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Daddy’s Lollipop
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(Part 1)
BY LUCY LIXX
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Chapter 1
As I was preparing for dinner tonight, mom walked in the room and stood behind me, both of us
staring into the mirror:
“Honey, you’ve grown into a beautiful woman!”
I was staring at myself in the mirror, short black dress and not too high heels, and was pleased
with what I was seeing.
I felt my face blush as I turned to her: “Mom, I’m only 18. I’m not a woman yet.”
“I’m so proud of you.” – She whispered, hugging me tightly before continuing: “I really can’t wait
for you to meet Michael.”
I stood there, smiling, acting all polite, for my mom’s sake. She was a great person, after all.
Michael was her new boyfriend, the first one in a string of relationships she actually wanted me to
meet. And, as the good daughter that I am, I fully obliged. As for me, I am 18 now and I’m not
dating. Not for now, at least. My friends make jokes about my virginity, but I’m in no hurry to go
and fuck someone immature and childish. I have been on a couple of dates with boys my age, but
I’ve realized that: they are only boys. Given the circumstances of my upbringing, I’m far more
mature than any of them, thus I’ve decided to wait for the real, mature man in my life. The type of
man that is strong, reliable, secure, stable, the type of man that knows how to talk about anything
and everything and that will make me weak in the knees just by looking at me. Until this man
shows up, I’ve decided not to date.
It has been over two years now since my dad died. As much as it was extremely hard for both mom
and I, we kept strong for the other one and we tried to move on with our lives. It was difficult for
me as I was barely 16 at the time and I had no idea what was happening. It was devastating to
have someone so dear taken away in a second. That being said, I’ve matured faster than my
generation as I’ve seen what life can do to you. No, life is not fair, and it’s not meant to be and the
sooner you embrace that, the better it will be in the long run.
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After dad died, mom decided it was time to move. And we moved a lot. The first year, we were still
depressed from our loss and our house was pretty quiet – I was never the angry teenager, quite the
contrary really. The second year, I saw my mom was trying to move on: she started dating again.
And, as much as it made me angry, I tried to understand her. After all, she was still young and full
of life, she certainly deserved love in her life.
The minute we walked in the restaurant, I saw him. Tall, blonde, gorgeous, perfect smile, broad
shoulders, deep blue eyes… Maybe a year or two older than me. As I stepped into the restaurant,
my breath was taken away.
“Oh honey, here we are.” – I heard my mom saying, as she was walking in HIS direction. I was so
confused, I thought I’d faint.
“Hi, Brian! This is Elizabeth, my daughter. Is your dad here yet?” – Mom was blabbing, nervously.
The Greek god shook his hand and turned to me. As he approached me, I felt lightheaded.
“Hi, Beth. Mind if I call you Beth?”
“You can call me anything you want to.” – I thought, but instead of speaking, I just nodded.
“So, my dad and your mom. That makes you my step-sister, right?”
I blushed and nodded again. I was confused as Brian was still holding my hand. Then, it dawned
on me: a step-sister? What?
“Hold on. What do you mean your step-sister?”
He smiled: “Oh, you don’t know? They are engaged. Your mom probably didn’t want you to find
out until you met us.”
Unbelievable. She goes behind my back, finds another guy and wants to marry him again? I felt
angry, really angry, all those mixed feelings were slowly combusting from within and I was
running out of air.
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“Let’s get you out of here. You need some fresh air,” he said to me as he grabbed my shoulder,
tossing a look to my mom and nodding his head toward the front of the restaurant, signaling to
her that we'd be right back.
We stepped outside and as I was breathing heavily, Brian stood next to me and lighted up a
cigarette. “You know; your mom is a nice person. I’m happy for them. But then again, I will be off
soon so it’ll all be on you, little sis.”
“It’s just…it’s too soon and it’s so…”
“Unexpected, I know. But, at least they are good together. You’ll see.” He said
“How are you so okay with this whole thing?” I asked.
Brian smiled and looked at me: “Who says I am?”
“Ah kids, there you are!” – Mom showed up, obviously out of breath: “Come on inside, our table is
ready.”
As we went into the restaurant, I realized this was one of those high-end places. Very luxurious,
all white decorations with beautiful flower arrangements on the tables. The waiter escorted us to
our table where my mom’s new boyfriend was already seated.
“Michael, this is Elizabeth.” – My mom said, sounding like a squeaky teenager. As I approached
the table, I saw what the fuss was all about. The man: tall, greyish hair, deep, dark blue eyes,
stood up and walked up to me. As he extended his hand for a handshake, I felt weak in the knees.
It wasn’t the normal weakness, the one you feel when a hot guy approaches you, it was a weakness
that basically put me down on my knees, a weakness that wanted to show him I’ll oblige to
anything he asks for.
“Beth, nice to meet you, finally. I’ve heard so much about you.” – As we shook hands, I couldn’t
help but sink into his eyes, a feeling that made me blatantly uncomfortable, as if the handshake
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was something forbidden, something mom shouldn’t have seen. As that thought passed through
my mind, I blushed. The heat that spread through my face made me even more uncomfortable. At
that point, I realized I was still holding his hand and staring into his eyes, without uttering a
single word. My mom, noticing my uncomfortableness, cleared her throat: “Beth, are you okay?”
I looked down, breaking eye contact, trying to acclimate and to hide my attraction to this man that
was supposed to be my new father.
“Nice to meet you too…” – I whispered as I continued to take my seat.
“Michael. My name is Michael. But, you can call me Mike…or daddy.” – He spoke, with a voice so
deep it made my toes curl.
The table we were seated at was beautiful. Four chairs only, a private affair, and it seemed that the
waiters were told not to bother us. Appetizers and drinks were already served, and by the
gesticulations of my mom’s new boyfriend, I could tell he was the one doing the whole thing. He
simply oozed of confidence and strength, something I had forgotten how it looks. I could easily see
women being attracted to this man as moths to flame. After all, he really was a flame, a type of
flame I haven’t seen before. I was seating between my mom and Brian and Mike was seating right
across me. I saw him looking, giving me the same look from a little while ago. Suddenly, it didn’t
feel uncomfortable. Suddenly, all I wanted was his eyes on me, forever.
“So, sweetheart, the reason we are here tonight is because I have something important to tell you.”
– Mom started, reaching out to Mike and grabbing his hand. As I saw the two holding hands on
the table, I felt jealous....and I didn't know why, exactly. I took a deep breath and I turned to face
her: “Go on, mom.”
I saw her squeezing his hand, looking at him and smiling, before she turned back to me: “Michael
and I are engaged.”
She said this so ever softly, with a tone of satisfaction in her voice I haven’t heard before. I
remained calm and seated, looking at my glass of water in front of me, slowly nodding my head.
As if I was trying to act that I didn’t know anything and I was slowly absorbing the news.
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Brian leaned in and put his hand on my shoulder: “Welcome to the family, little sister!” – He
exclaimed, quite loudly, taking his glass and proposing a toast. I followed his lead, as I was taken
aback, not by the engagement, but by the effect Daddy has on me. This would take a while to get
used to, I thought as I sat back and let mom talk about the wedding.
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Chapter 2
Dinner was fantastic, the food was great and Brian kept the conversation lively. I noticed Daddy
staring at me a couple of times during dinner and every single time I’d catch him look, it would
give me the same burning uncomfortableness from the first time. I couldn’t call it
uncomfortableness as I was aware it wasn’t not: it was desire.
Brian tried to talk to me during dinner, obviously flirtatious with me, but I totally let him down.
Not because he wasn’t attractive: he really was, but simply because his dad was way better.
After dinner, my new 'Daddy' took us home. He left us in front of the house, opening the door for
us and everything. Such a perfect gentleman. He escorted us to the door and once again, extended
his hand for a handshake. The minute I took his hand, I blushed. I swear he smiled. Daddy leaned
in and kissed me on the cheek: “I’ll see you soon, Beth.” – He whispered as I stood frozen,
completely unable to breathe or move.
His kiss was so soft, the hair from his beard guided on my face ever so gently. Daddy smelled
divinely, like a real man should smell. As I turned around to open the door, his smell lingered
around me and I closed my eyes in a bid to soak every little bit of it. As I closed the door behind
me, I saw him leaning in and kissing mom. As he was faced towards the door, Daddy opened his
eyes and looked straight at me. This act took my breath away as I kept standing behind the door,
staring at him while he was making out with mom.
As he was leaving the porch, mom walked in and I immediately ran to the kitchen.
“Beth honey, do you want to talk about it?”
I showed up, carrying a glass of water: “I’m happy for you mom.”
She walked to me and hugged me. I hugged her back, closing my eyes and feeling his perfume on
her. The smell took me back to the moment Daddy kissed my cheek and I tried to linger it in for as
long as possible.
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“Oh honey, are you okay? You never hug me like this?” – Mom asked, obviously worried.
“I’m fine, mom. I’m really happy for you. What’s next?”
“Well, tomorrow we go to his house to meet his friends. After that, the rehearsal dinner.” – I saw
the spark mom had in her eyes, something I hadn’t seen for a very long time. I could understand
how a man like Mike was able to bring fire to everyone, especially to someone like mom.
“Okay, I’m in. I’m going to bed now.”
“Goodnight baby.” – She leaned in and kissed my forehead.
I went upstairs to my bedroom, changed, brushed my teeth and went to bed. Not for a second had
I stopped thinking about Daddy. I was a virgin and I knew very little of what arousal felt like, but
at that moment, I was sure that was it.
As I climbed into bed under the covers, my new Daddy’s eyes came to mind: his look, his beard,
his smell… As those images kept playing over and over in my head, I reached down, slowly inside
my bottom pajamas and under my panties. I had no idea what I was doing, all I knew was my
pussy was wet and it wanted to be touched. I used my right hand to slowly massage it, gently
finding the sweet spot that needed rubbing and I obliged. With my eyes closed, thinking about my
new Daddy, I was rubbing myself wishing it was him here with me. I rubbed faster and faster
until I felt I was on the brink of the finish line after which I pressed harder and harder and in a
second, I was lifted from the bed and carried somewhere above. The feeling of that orgasm can
never be forgotten as it was sweet and powerful at the same time, but even sweeter because it was
completely forbidden. I smiled at these thoughts as I turned around and fell asleep.
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Chapter 3
The next day, it was Saturday. I laid in bed for a little while longer thinking about last night
before I finally decided it was time to go downstairs. I took off my pajamas and put on a robe
before I went out of my room and descended downstairs. Saturdays were normally mild in our
house, mom was either out shopping or already cooking lunch, while I’d linger in between the
living room and the garden until it was really time to get up and get dressed. This Saturday, was
different.
As I walked into the living room with nothing but a robe, messy hair, no makeup and puffy eyes, I
saw mom sitting with Brian and Daddy. It completely shook me up! She should’ve told me!
“Ah, there she is! Good morning, sleepyhead.” – Brian yelled, eyeing me from head to toe. I
glanced in his direction, without saying a word but simply nodding my head. I’ve been nodding
my head around him so much that he probably thinks I’m so nervous I can’t speak in front of him.
Mom jumped out of the armchair, walking towards me with her arms stretched:
“Good morning sweetie! Let me fix you some breakfast.”
“Good morning mom.” – I whispered, accepting her hug.
“Brian, can you help me please?”
“Of course, Mrs. Hughes.” – Brian said, standing up and following mom to the kitchen.
“I’ve told you to call me…”
“Emma, sorry. I’ll get used to it though.”
As their voices drowned in the background, I kept standing still in the same exact place I was
before they left the room. Daddy was sitting on the couch, having full view of myself, clearly
enjoying himself.
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He was leaned in on one side, holding a cup of coffee in his hands. I saw his eyes move from my
toes up to my face and down again. He smiled, contently.
“Good Morning Beth. How did you sleep?” – He asked, glaring into my eyes. His gaze was so
expressive, it made me feel as if he knew what I did last night. And, it made me blush from
embarrassment. I quickly looked away before speaking: “Fine. How about yourself?”
He stood up and walked to me. I could hear his breathing as he was stepping into my personal
space. With his right hand, he touched my chin ever so lightly, turning my head towards him,
making me look at him. As I did, he smiled.
“You’re a good girl, Beth aren’t you?” – He whispered under his breath.
I felt the same exact fire lighting up in me again. Moreover, I felt the wetness between my legs
gush and I was afraid he would be able to see it. I tried to look away but he was holding my chin
more firmly now, not allowing me to move.
“Yes.” – I whispered, feeling the attraction, feeling my heavy breathing and noticing him realizing
what was happening.
I was afraid he’d say something, I was scared he’d be offended but luckily he only smiled. As he
did, he kept holding my chin and staring into my eyes, while he used his left hand to touch my
right thigh: I felt his hand glide up, gently landing on my butt and squeezing tightly.
“Daddy needs you to be a good girl.” – He leaned in and whispered in my ear.
“I will be.” – I replied back while I heard mom yelling from the kitchen:
“Breakfast is ready!”
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Chapter 4
The four of us sat in our kitchen eating pancakes together. Daddy behaved as if nothing happened,
he was so loved up with my mom that I thought the event from our living room had only
happened in my head. Whatever the whole “good girl” thing meant, I was ready and moreover, I
only wanted to please him.
As I sat there looking at Daddy and eating my pancakes, I had completely forgotten about my
step-brother, Brian who sat next to me, watching me eat.
“You are looking at him in a way you’re not supposed to.” – Brian leaned in and whispered in my
ear. It was a wakeup call. I almost jumped out of my seat, turning around, feeling as if I was
caught red-handed.
“What are you talking about Brian?” – I almost yelled, diverting my eyes away.
Brian smiled: “I’ve seen this before. He has that… influence on women. You’re not the first one.
But, you have to get over it.”
“There is nothing to get over from.”
Brian leaned in, putting his hand on my knee, gently gliding his hand towards my pussy.
“What are you doing?” – I almost snapped, taking his hand and removing it from my leg.
“It’s simple. I like you Beth. We’re not related, step-sisters and step-brothers share no relation
whatsoever. I think we’d make a great couple. What do you say?”
I looked at Daddy who was following my conversation with Brian closely, and replied: “Let me
think about it.”
After breakfast, Daddy and Brian left and mom decided it was time to go shopping so we can
prepare for the event tonight. She wanted to look her best, and I saw she was so much in love that
she only wanted to impress his family. We went shopping, bought new dresses and even had our
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hair and makeup professionally done. Apparently, Daddy was very well-off and all his friends and
family were off the same caliber. Which meant, we simply had to look our best.
Mom wore this beautiful floor-length silverfish gown which complemented her eyes. Her hair was
up in a very elegant bun, accenting her lean physique and beautiful neck. Me on the other hand, I
wore this red, short dress, had my hair down and my makeup was “nearly there”, but enough to
accent my eyes and lips. All in all, I was ready for Daddy’s looks.
He even had a car sent out for us to pick us up. The driver knocked on our door, opened the car
door for us and took us to Daddy’s house.
“Oh, by the way, I forgot to show you this!” – Mom squeaked as if she was a teenager. Waving her
hand into my face, I soon realized she was bragging with her engagement ring. And boy, she
really had something to brag about! The ring was beyond beautiful and elegant, with the biggest
diamond I’ve ever seen!
“I’m happy for you mom!” – I said, leaning in and giving her a hug.
“I guess it’s all official now!” – She said, almost tearing up.
“Yes, and it’ll be okay! Now don’t cry you’ll ruin your makeup!”
As we arrived to his house, I realized Daddy really was a very rich and successful man. No wonder
his charisma was simply drawing everyone in. His house was a mansion: huge but tastefully
decorated. It looked like a Spanish mansion, warm, inviting and elegant. Brian was standing in
front of the entrance, apparently waiting for us:
“Welcome ladies! Please allow me to escort you to the dining room.”
We smiled and we took Brian’s hand allowing him to escort us in. The mansion was truly
breathtaking, I couldn’t stop admiring the architecture, the paintings, the walls… I heard mom
laugh before she looked at me and whispered: “I was the same like you when I was here for the
first time.”
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As we entered the humongous dining room, I saw Daddy standing behind the head seat at the
table. There were already a lot of guests, all elegant and dressed up, seated, waiting for us to
arrive. As we walked in, mom went straight to Daddy who in return, walked to her, taking her
hand and kissing it: “My beautiful bride!” – He declared, as everyone around the table gave them
a round of applause.
I was still standing at the entrance, next to Brian, trying to take in the whole grandeur of this
night. On the other hand, I couldn’t take my eyes off Daddy, who looked as if he was a movie star.
I completely forgot about Brian, until I felt his hand on my ass. I turned to him: “Take that hand
away from me!” – I snapped, trying to keep it low. He smiled, leaning in and staring into my eyes.
God, there was so much of his father in him and I knew Brian will grow to become the man that
his dad was. But, for now, he was still just a boy. A very naughty boy.
As he leaned in, instead of removing his hand, he sneaked it in under my dress and into my
panties, slowly massaging my pussy from behind.
“You can’t tell me this doesn’t feel good?”
As I was staring into his eyes, feeling the wetness, I thought there was no way to escape him now.
Until:
“Beth! Please come over, I want you to meet everyone!”
I looked up and I saw Daddy, facing me with his arms outstretched. I confidently smiled, glaring
at Brian: “It really doesn’t.” - With this, I walked towards Daddy, hugging him while the guests
were applauding once again.
In the midst of the applause, what no one was able to hear, was Daddy’s words to me:
“Be a good girl don’t let him touch you. Save yourself for Daddy.”
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I nodded and went to take my seat.
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I soon realized that in between the guests were a lot of people from our family. Namely, my
grandparents, cousins, mom’s relatives which I didn’t know were going to be here tonight. We met
Daddy’s family and it turned all of them were really nice people. His friends were high-class but
they were also kind and good-spirited. The conversation at the table simply flowed and it felt good
to be there that night.
Dinner was spectacular, there were so many courses and plates I stopped counting. But,
everything was delicious.
Daddy was seated at the head of the table, with mom on his right hand. Brian was seated next to
mom, and I was given the honorary seat on his left. During dinner, I felt him looking, staring at
me even, and I was scared that someone else would notice. I had to control my gaze as I saw Brian
closely monitoring what I was doing and simply sitting there and starring at his father.
Daddy on the other hand, behaved as if there was nothing happening. He drank, he offered a
toast, and he laughed, talked, made small talk to everyone and was simply the star of the night.
Mom was so bewitched by him, she didn’t notice anything. Brian on the other hand, either knew
or had a feeling about us and it gave me a feeling of unease. I didn’t want mom to find out,
especially since there really was nothing to be found out about. I was guilty about being so
intensely attracted to Daddy but except for that, there was nothing going on.
As dessert was served, I felt Daddy’s hand on my right knee. He wasn’t looking at me though, he
was talking to mom. His hand went up my thigh and on to my panties. He was so smooth, so
gentle, I had to grab a glass in front of me and pretend I was drinking to try to hide what was
going on under the table. I saw mom, talking to him, so normally. She had no idea Daddy was
touching me under the table.
I leaned in and spread my legs. His hand slowly moved my panties aside and he was touching my
pussy. I was getting wet and hot, I was already breathing heavily and I was terrified of someone
actually finding out. As I looked at Brian, he was the only person from the whole table, staring at
me. I realized he knew what was happening under the table, although I had no idea how.
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Daddy continued talking to mom, he even leaned in to kiss her a few times. As he leaned in to her,
he took his hand away from me which gave me a moment to pull myself together. As I thought it
was all done, Daddy leaned in towards me, making small talk, asking silly questions while
completely stuffing his fingers into me.
I was staring into his eyes, breathless, simply nodding and saying “yes” to everything he asked.
His questions were referred to the dinner itself, was everything in order, did I like the house,
would I mind living here, and so on and so forth.
His questions were not important, what mattered was what was happening under the table. I saw
the hunger in his eyes and I saw he wanted to go rough and hard with me, but given the
circumstances, he had to be gentle. My panties were pushed aside as I felt his hand gliding, up
and down, slowly pressing that sweet spot before going down and pushing a finger inside me. I
almost screamed and he pulled out his hand. He smiled, leaning in and whispering: “You are a
good girl, Beth.”
I sat there, breathless, not knowing how to pull myself together. I was very aware of Brian’s look –
he was gazing at me this whole time. I was avoiding his eyes intentionally, scared of being judged,
scared of being found out. There was no escaping him, however hard I tried, I had to accept this
family was soon to be mine and I’ll have to live with them. With that, I looked straight into
Brian’s eyes, waiting for his reaction.
He sat across me. I could tell he was surprised by my look but he pulled himself together and
smiled.
Right after this, Daddy stood up and asked everyone to get outside on the balcony, where he said
he had a special surprise awaiting.
As all the guests got up and walked outside the huge terrace, I saw the decorations and the chairs
all lined up. Huge bouquets of roses were everywhere, making the terrace look like a fairytale
venue. The chairs were lined up from both sides of the balcony, as the middle was decorated with
a very romantic carpet made out of rose petals. The carpet was leading to the very end of the
balcony where the biggest wreath of flowers stood, tall enough for two people to stand below it.
And then, it dawned on me: Daddy had prepared this whole thing so they can get married that
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same night.
As guests stepped out and all of them where taken aback by the view, Daddy came forth and asked
all of them to be seated. He took my mom’s hand and it the most romantic gesture I’ve ever seen,
he kneeled in front of everybody, looking into her eyes, asking her to marry him, right there and
then.
I saw my mom tear up as she nodded her head in approval and the applause exploded around
them.
The registrar soon showed up, clearing his throat and asking everyone to
take their seats. As we did, Daddy took my mom’s hand and led her right below the huge wreath of
flowers. A photographer soon appeared, snapping photos of everyone present, while all the guests
were swelling up, obviously touched by his gesture.
I took my seat next to Brian and was completely immersed in the event, looking at my mom,
realizing how happy she finally was. I glared at Brian and smiled at him, wanting to acknowledge
how beautiful this night turned out to be. Brian leaned in and whispered:
“Now we are officially a family. How much do you love your daddy?”
I felt sarcasm in his voice and decided to ignore it. I wasn’t going to let anyone ruin this beautiful
moment. I leaned in and whispered: “Very much.”
The second I turned to watch the event, I saw Daddy grab my mom’s hand, while she adoringly
gazed into his eyes. For a split second, I was jealous as I felt I was the one that was supposed to be
up there with him. I tried to chase away those evil thoughts, as I saw a trio of violinists show up.
They started playing and their music only enhanced the romantic atmosphere around us.
“We are gathered here today to unite this man and this woman…” – The registrar started as I
relaxed and decided to enjoy in the moment.
“Do you, Michael Jones, take Emma Hughes to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold,
in sickness and in heath, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto
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her for as long as you both shall live?”
After a moment of silence, Daddy looked towards my mom and whispered:
“I do.”
The crowed started cheering but decided to wait until the bride said “I do.”
The registrar, pleased with the answer, turned to my mom, asking the same question:
“Do you, Emma Hughes, take this man, Michael Jones, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to
have and to hold, in sickness and health, to love, honor and obey, in good times and woe, for
richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto him for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do.” – Whispered my mom, glaring at him adoringly.
“If there be anyone present who may show just and lawful cause why this couple may not be
legally wed, let him speak now or forever hold his peace.” – The registrar announced and for a
split second, I though he was looking straight at me. The question made me feel uncomfortable,
and with Brian leaning in and whispering: “Don’t you want to say something?” it made me even
more uncomfortable.
After a minute, they exchanged the rings. I barely remember the last part of the event as my head
was already buzzing. I do remember everyone stood up and applauded for a very long time.
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After the ceremony, I stood by at the side watching mom dancing with my new Daddy. Actually, I
was staring at him, not able to look away. The charisma of power and success combined with
experience and physical beauty was making me droll. Just by looking at him, I was wet. I was
imagining his hands up my skirt, his touch on my skin, his prickly beard on my face when Brian
came and stood right next to me.
“I see you watching. I just don’t know why you stare at him that way.”
I was dragged away from my fantasy, painfully aware Brian was talking to me.
“What way? I wasn’t staring.”
Brian leaned in on me even more. I could smell his perfume, I felt his body weight on mine.
“Doesn’t matter little sis. As long as you pick me.” – He whispered, lowering his right hand on my
ass, grabbing it with full force. No one that was in front of us knew what was happening. I wanted
to move away and leave but I caught Daddy looking at us. From his look, I knew he was aware of
what was happening and I knew he wasn’t pleased. I decided to play along, I wanted to make him
jealous. So, I leaned in even more on Brian’s hand, looking up and flirting with him.
“What do you want Brian?”
“You. Isn’t it obvious?” – He gushed, surprised by my reaction. With his other hand he was
holding a glass of wine: “You want some?”
“I’m not legally allowed to drink.”
“You’re not legally allowed to be this hot either.”
I smiled and took the glass from him. As I was sipping, I saw Daddy staring at me. I knew he
wasn’t happy by what he was seeing. I knew he was jealous. And, it made me feel good.
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“Shall we dance?” – I asked as Brian took my hand and led me to the dance floor. He held me real
tight as we danced and I was aware at the glances we got from the people around us. I was aware
they were already whispering how the step-brother and sister got too close. But, I didn’t care.
I relished his look. Daddy was staring at me with such intensity that made my toes curl again. I
knew I was going to be punished for my actions as I just disobeyed him: I was not behaving as a
good girl anymore.
As the party came to an end, it was mom, Brian, Daddy and I that were left on the balcony. Brian
was clearly tipsy and I let him kiss me, without mom seeing us.
Daddy was staring at us: “Brian behave. Go to bed. Now.”
His voice was stern, stable and low, more like a growl than speech. It looked as if Brian sobered up
the minute he heard his father talk and without saying a word, he left.
“I’m going to change.” – Mom said, kissing Daddy and hugging me.
It was just the two of us outside, standing one across the other. The night was calm and warm but
I had goose bumps all over. As soon as he was sure mom was not coming back, he slowly walked
up to me. The way he walked made my heart race and took my breath away. I was left speechless
and helpless.
“So, you let Brian touch you?”
I nodded. I couldn’t utter a single word.
He came face to face with me and put his right index finger on my lips. He was massaging them,
touching them, rubbing my lips with his finger as he was staring into my eyes.
“I asked you to be a good girl, Beth. And it seems you have disobeyed me.”
I lost control over my knees and body. I was shaking. Not from fear but from anticipation, from
attraction, from how drunk this man made me feel. I wanted him.
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He slowly opened my mouth and put his right index finger inside.
“Lick. Gently.” – He whispered as he stood there, watching. I was looking directly into his eyes
while I took his finger and licked it slowly before I started sucking on it. I saw him open his mouth
in pleasure then close it again. Daddy leaned in even more, using his left hand to glide it inside
my skirt from behind and spank my bottom.
He wasn’t being gentle. The spanking hurt. I was surprised and humbled at the same time. He
saw my expression and smiled: “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Beth. And I have to discipline
you.”
With this, I felt his left hand struggle through my panties and opening my ass. He was gliding his
hand up and down before pushing one of his fingers inside. It hurt like hell and I almost
screamed.
“I’m finger-fucking your asshole, Beth. This is what happens to bad girls. Don’t you dare make a
sound.”
I completely fell onto him. The pain burst throughout me, I felt tears streaming down my face and
I was biting on his shirt to contain my screams. As I leaned in, I felt a huge bulge in front of his
pants and I knew he was hard for me. Despite the pain, knowing that I was able to turn Daddy on,
turned me on even more and I lifted my head and kissed his neck.
“So much for the pain, huh? You are such a little slut, Beth.” – He whispered, removing his hand,
grabbing me by my shoulders and pushing me away.
“We are not done though. You will be disciplined.”
I nodded, looking down. Part of me was scared as I didn’t know how severe my punishment will
be, but the other part of me was looking forward to it.
Right when I thought it was all over, Daddy leaned in and whispered:
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“Punishment number 1 was this. Punishment number 2: I’m going to fuck your mom with the
hard-on you gave me. Think about it.”
With this, he left the balcony and went upstairs. I exhaled deeply before leaning on the fence,
trying to pull myself together. I looked up and my heart stopped: Brian was on one of the windows
right above the terrace.
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This was my first night in the enormous mansion. I got my own room, beautifully decorated, with
a walk-in closet and a marble bathroom. I was exhausted from the whole night and was able to
take off my clothes and go to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up feeling someone’s hand on my forehead. I thought it was Daddy and
opened my eyes to see mom seating on the brink of the bed, gazing at me adoringly. She had a
distinctive shine about her, something I knew she got from having sex last night. Sex she should
be thanking me for.
“Good morning sweetie. You don’t have to get up now. I just wanted to tell you I have to run to the
office and I’ll be back. Mike and I decided it was for the best for you and me to live here from now
on. So, later today maybe we can go pack?”
“Sure mom. Anything for you.”
She smiled, leaned in and kissed my forehead: “See you later baby.”
As she walked out of the room, I turned and laid on my stomach with the pillow below my head,
thinking about everything. I heard footsteps coming through the door: “Mom, did you forget
something?”
“It’s not mom.”
Daddy’s voice made me tremble. Immediately, although still half-asleep, I was shaking and I got
the goose bumps again. I tried to get out of bed only to be stopped: “Don’t get out. Get in bed. And
lay face down.”
As I laid down, I took the courage to tell him: “Brian saw us last night.”
“Oh? What did he see?” – Daddy was speaking, as I heard a noise: sounded as if he was taking off
his belt.
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“He was on the window atop the balcony. He saw us…”
“He saw us what, m?” – As he spoke, he lifted the sheet off me, only to reveal my complete
nakedness.
“He saw you…touching me.”
He hit me with his belt on the ass real hard. It hurt, I screamed. Daddy kept talking in his stern,
stabile voice as if nothing happened:
“I was touching you? Where?”
I kept quiet for a second, thinking about what I should say. He started spanking me, harder and
harder: “I asked you a question, didn’t I? I expect an answer!”
Although I knew what we were doing last night, I felt too embarrassed to say it. Daddy kept using
his belt and his palms to spank me and I kept screaming in both pain and arousal. I felt him
getting on the bed, mounting me. I was laying head down with his legs holding me tightly
underneath him.
“Should I repeat myself?” – Daddy leaned in and whispered on my ear.
“No daddy. I will behave.” – I whispered back as I felt him petting me on the head.
“So, what did I do to you last night?”
“You put your finger in my mouth…and you stuck your finger in my ass.” – I whispered.
“Good girl. And, did you like it?”
I tried to nod in agreement, but I couldn’t as he had me face down, locked in, completely unable to
move.
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“Yes…”
“Yes what?”
I didn’t know what to say and I went with: “Yes, daddy.”
He seemed happy with the answer. He took both of my hands and tied them up behind my back
with his belt. I felt Daddy’s hands glade through every inch of me, as if he was inspecting new
uncharted territory. It felt oddly satisfying, good, arousing…I was turned on and I wanted more. I
never realized I was moaning until he leaned in, completely lying on me, with the heaviness of his
torso on my body. I felt daddy breathing in me ear with his arms around me head: “You are a good
girl. And, I’ll award you.”
I felt his hands gliding from my neck, through my back, my tied arms all the way down to my ass.
He took his time there, squeezing and massaging me, right after which I felt daddy started
opening it with his both hands. I couldn’t move I was squeezed under him, face down, not even
able to see what he was doing.
“Tell me Beth…have you ever been fucked?” – He spoke, giving me goose bumps head to toe.
“No, daddy…no I haven’t.”
I heard him smirk in satisfaction: “Well, you’re about to be.”
As he said it, I felt my pussy drip of wetness. I was ready and I wanted him so much.
He pushed one of his hands in between my ass, gently massaging me all the way down. Daddy
was really taking his time: he knew how much I wanted him and he kept teasing me, asking me to
beg him. I was squirming under his hands, trying to move, trying to show him what I wanted.
He slapped me on my butt: “We’ll get there. I’m not in a hurry.”
Daddy kept rubbing me, from my anus to my pussy, slowly at first and then faster by the minute. I
was moaning: “Give it to me Daddy, I want you.”
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And, he smiled. A long, satisfying laugh: “Oh Beth, you’ve got so much to learn.”
My toes curled and my skin became too sensitive for his touch. I was wet, utterly turned on and as
much as I was trying to move, to grab him, to show daddy how much I wanted him, I couldn’t. He
wasn’t letting me.
Right after that, he took the belt that was tying up my hands and he used his left hand to hold
both of my arms behind my back. Daddy took the belt and glided it through my ass, all the way
down, rubbing me with it. This was a new sensation: the firmness and coldness of the leather
brought me to a complete different dimension of arousal. And, I wanted more.
“Faster, daddy, faster!” – I dared to yell, only to have him remove the belt and spank me again.
“Not so fast baby girl. We’re taking it slow.” – With this, while still holding both of my arms, he
leaned in and put his tongue in my butt first, after which he went down to my pussy. Daddy was
licking me, sucking that sweet spot of mine and I was barely able to hold it together. I was trying
to move, I was fidgeting, fighting to no avail. I was trying to cum, I was on the verge of a climax,
but he simply wouldn’t let me.
All of a sudden, he stood up, picked me up by my arms and turned me to face him. We were both
on the bed on our knees, facing each other. Me, barely able to catch my breath, him, with a deep
desire in his eyes – something I hadn’t seen before.
As I leaned in to kiss him, he pushed me away: “I’m the one setting the rules here, Beth. You
better obey.”
I nodded, as there was absolutely nothing I could do. He pushed me down, made me come eye to
eye with his dick, something I was seeing for the first time. It looked enormous. It was hard and
when I touched it, it felt as it was pulsating in my hand. I grabbed daddy and started going up
and down with my hand, while staring into his eyes. He was looking at me and my hand, before
stopping me: “You have to get it wet first, Beth. Be a good girl and put it in your mouth.”
I obliged. I was licking the tip at first, completely caught off guard as I had no idea what I was
supposed to be doing.
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“Good…that’s good…now, slide it in…suck it, Beth.”
And, I did. He tasted deliciously fresh, raw, manly, something I had not experienced before. I was
really enjoying myself as I was sucking him off, watching his facial expressions while he was
holding my head, pulling me in and out.
“Touch yourself.” – He whispered, as he was holding my head, and I removed my arms from his
dick, while continuing to suck him off, and started rubbing myself. I couldn’t believe how wet I
was, it almost felt embarrassing to be dripping in front of him! Daddy knew how much I wanted
him.
“Good girl…you’re doing fine. Keep going.” – He said, leaning on the bed and opening his legs. I
was laying in between his legs, touching myself and sucking my daddy’s dick. It felt hot, forbidden
and arousing.
After a few minutes, he lifted my head: “That’s enough. Now, stand up and turn around. On all
fours, please.”
And, I did. I felt a little weird for spreading out on all fours in front of him especially since I
couldn’t see what he was doing. I felt his hands gliding through my body, all the way down to my
pussy. Daddy pushed a finger inside and I screamed.
“Relax, Beth. Breathe.” – He was whispering, as I was trying not to scream. He was fingering me
and I felt the wetness dripping. Soon after, he was just standing behind me with his fingers
pointed, and I was leaning in and going back, all by myself. It felt amazing.
“You’re doing great, Beth. It’s time to see if you can handle it.”
I moaned in agreement as he came to me, opening me up and making me lean up front. I was
with my arms and head on a pillow while my ass was up in the air. Then, I felt it.
Daddy took his member to my pussy and was rubbing it off me. It was the best sensation ever. I
felt like I was on the verge to explode.
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He pushed it in, slowly and I felt pain. I screamed, fidgeting to get away, trying to get out of bed,
but daddy pushed me in, grabbing me by my midriff and holding me down.
“Not getting away now, Beth. It’s time. I’ve been polite enough so far.”
As he said this, he pushed his whole dick in me and I screamed and yelled and begged him to
stop.
“Relax, Beth. Breath. Relax.” – He was saying as I was fighting for air.
After a few moments, the pain was gone. I started to feel his dick inside me, his hand on my clit,
massaging, going in and out, and bringing me on the verge of an orgasm. I started moaning: “Yes,
daddy, please don’t stop, please give it to me.”
“You’ve deserved it. You’ve been such a bad girl.”
“Punish me daddy, please fuck me hard!” – I was yelling, not able to figure out where those words
were coming from. At that very moment, nothing mattered, except the utter pleasure he was
giving me.
“You want hard?” – He asked, as I felt him pushing in one finger in my asshole. I felt full, too full,
stuffed in all my holes, as he kept going, harder and harder.
“Please don’t stop!” – I yelled, I begged, as he kept fucking me. Daddy stopped. He stood up,
leaving me on all fours on the bed. I was dripping, I was so close to cum, and I couldn’t believe he
would leave me like this. I turned around and laid flat on my back, legs spread, reaching down to
rub myself as he stood there, watching. Daddy was naked, hands on hips, inspecting what I was
doing. The moment he realized I was getting too close, he removed my hands from my pussy,
grabbed me by my feet and turned me on the side of the bed he was standing at. He was holding
me by my ankles, taking my legs up high, landing them on his shoulders, while entering me
again.
I was arching my back and moaning, louder and louder by the minute. It was excruciating, the
whole ordeal was tiring and all I wanted was to please him and to cum. Daddy wouldn’t let me,
though.
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“Not yet.” – He leaned in and whispered.
“Please daddy, I beg you…please cum.”
“Not yet, I said!” – He yelled, as he continued to enter me while holding my legs on his shoulders.
I was completely surrendered although eager to finally reach an orgasm. I realized daddy had
intended to torture me, to get back at me for being a bad girl.
He pushed my legs away and climbed in the bed, lying on his back and spanking me gently:
“Come on Beth. Time to ride daddy.”
“I don’t know how to. I’m tired.” – I whispered as he reached to me, grabbed me by my hands and
helped me settle right on him. My hands were on his torso as his hands were on my hips, moving
me up and down until I was able to understand what he was asking of me. Soon, we were holding
hands as I was riding him, faster and faster, finally having the freedom to establish my own
rhythm, a rhythm I knew was taking me straight to an orgasm.
“Yes, that’s it, keep going.”- He said, as I surrendered to riding and rubbing myself off him. It
came in a second: complete warmth enveloped me, I felt dizzy, closed my eyes and the sudden
wave of an orgasm swept all over me. I slowed down, just rubbing off him to keep the feeling last
as much as possible, while feeling all my muscles flex and relax as my brain was blown away.
Once it was all over, I stopped and got off him. Daddy stood up:
“We’re not yet done. Come here. I need to cum too.”
I returned in bed seeing him laid down on his back and I went down on him, sucking him off,
stuffing his dick in my mouth for as far as it would go, licking it, rubbing it, and waiting for him to
finally cum.
Then, all of a sudden, he jumped out of bed, grabbed me by my hair, pulled it back as he was
jerking off in front of me.
“Open your mouth!” – He screamed at me and I did.
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I saw his dick pulsating before it finally exploded in an orgasm. I saw his face, the sweet surrender
to this long overdue satisfaction was all over him. His cum spilled all over my face and my mouth I
was licking it, trying to get it all.
“Do you like the taste?” – He calmly asked as I nodded.
Soon, he climbed out of bed and put his clothes on. I was still in bed wrapped in a bed sheet.
“I don’t have to tell you this is our little secret, right?”
I nodded again and asked: “What about Brian?”
He stopped and turned to face me: “You’re not a virgin anymore and you can do anything and
anyone you want.”
“I was thinking about what he saw last night?”
Daddy looked at me: “So make him keep his mouth shut. Be a good girl.”
He smiled and exited the room.
After he left the room, I took some time just lying on the bed, thinking about what had happened.
I was happy: I finally found the type of man I was looking for, strong, stable, experienced. I
needed time before I was able to get out of bed as my knees were shaking and I wasn’t able to
walk properly. As soon as the euphoria had died out, I ran to the shower, got dressed and went
down to eat. I was famished.
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Later that day, mom and Brian returned from work and we had a family lunch outside on the
beautiful balcony. Mom was beyond happy: I could tell by the way she giggled all the way through
lunch.
Brian, on the other hand, was staring at me. His eyes, so similar to his father’s, only less
experienced, were telling me he knew what was happening. I played it cool and tried to ignore
him.
“I have an announcement to make.” – Daddy started and we all looked at him: “Now that we’re a
family, a new one at that, it’s time for us to take a vacation together. Everything has been settled,
and we all leave for Italy next week.”
“Italy! Oh my God, Mike you’re so romantic! I can’t thank you enough!” – Mom said, standing up
and running to him, hugging him and giving him a kiss. I played the good daughter, picked up my
glass for a toast and said:
“Thanks Daddy! You really are the best!”
“He really is something, isn’t he?” – Brian whispered as we all smiled looking forward to our
vacation.
Later that day, mom and my stepdad went to dinner with friends. They were newlyweds and were
celebrating their newfound happiness.
Since it was the summer break, I stayed in the house out by the pool, reading. Brian walked up to
me:
“So, would you explain what I saw last night?”
His sentence really hit a nerve. I was terrified and started trembling. As much I was trying to
mask it and play it cool, I knew he noticed I was nervous.
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“What are you talking about?” – I asked, as cold as possible.
He leaned in and sat right next to me. He put one of his hands on my knee:
“What were you doing with your new daddy last night on the balcony?”
I was shaking, my legs were trebling and he saw it. Instead of pushing further, he simply said:
“Don’t worry, Beth. I won’t tell if you don’t. I will, however require a small favor for keeping my
mouth shut.”
“It was nothing. We weren’t doing anything!”
“Really? How about we leave your mom to be the judge of that?”
Brian took out his phone and showed me a clip: a video he had made from standing at that
window atop the terrace. It was dark but it was zoomed in and it showed both of us: daddy and I,
getting close. As much as the video didn’t show his hand up my butt, it showed his finger in my
mouth. It was beyond incriminating.
“Give me that!” – I yelled, trying to get to the phone, but he was faster than me. Brian was
smiling: “So, as I was saying, you do me a favor and I won’t tell a soul.”
I was beaten. I knew he had won and there was nothing I could do about it. The last thing I
wanted was to compromise my mom’s happiness, a happiness she truly deserved. I knew if she
found out about this, it would break her heart. And, I simply couldn’t afford it.
I stood in front of the pool, arms on my hips, looking at Brian who was stretched out on one of the
sunbeds. He had a very satisfactory smirk on his face as he knew he had me.
“Fine. What do you want Brian?”
He took a deep breath and eyed me top to bottom: “You already know what I want, as I’ve told
you.”
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“I don’t understand?” – I asked, crossing my arms and staring at him. I was agitated, to say the
least.
“You. I want you, Beth. That’s all.”
The dreaded truth. I was scared he would do something like this and it happened. I thought about
it, if I did what he was asking me to, no one will ever find out anything. And, I was no longer a
virgin as the man I wanted to take my virginity just did that, this morning.
“Okay.” – I whispered, slowly sitting next to him on the sunbed.
“Good. I had the feeling you’d oblige.”
So many things in Brian reminded me of daddy. His poise, his voice, and the way he looked at
me… He really was the spitting and younger image of his dad. Brian’s fault was he wasn’t as
experienced as his dad was.
“So, what do you want me to do?”
He reached out and put his arm around me. I leaned in and put my head on his shoulder.
“I know exactly what I want you to do. Meet me in my room in 10.”
He stood up and left.
I kept sitting on the sunbed until the time was right. I climbed the stairs, went to his room and
knocked on the door.
“Come in.”
I opened the door and walked in only to see Brian naked on the bed with his dick in his hands. It
was a good size dick, not as big as his dad’s but still…
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I walked to the bed and sat next to him. He reached out, grabbed my hand and wrapped it around
his member. I started massaging it, up and down, until I felt it pulsating and hardening in my
hands.
“You’re doing good…” – He was moaning as I stood up and climbed the bed. As he was sitting, I
laid with my head in front of his member, caressing and licking him. I felt his hands wrap up
around my head and I started sucking him off, faster and faster.
“Not so fast!” – He kind of slapped me on the face, but very gently. I continued to fondle him until
I sensed him pulsating again: this time I knew what it meant.
His moans were a sign he was about to cum and I let him cum on my tits.
After all was said and done, I stood up, wiped myself clean and put my shirt back on. As I was
preparing to leave the room, he was still sitting on the bed.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” – Brian said, completely out of breath.
I smiled as I turned to him: “Thanks.”
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A week later, we were all on the coast of Italy. The vacation had been beyond spectacular by now.
We visited a dozen of cities, slept in the best hotels and took a yacht to sail through the
Mediterranean. The sun, the sea, the music and the food brought us even closer than we were
before. Mom was thrilled with her new husband and she was pleased that I was getting along so
well with my new stepfather and stepbrother.
“We are finally a family again.” – She had told me as I hugged her and retorted: “You are
absolutely right, mom. I love our family.”
During the various dinner parties, I’d sneak out either with daddy or my stepbrother for a little
carnal fun. Daddy especially was able to teach me so many things I’m deeply grateful for. He’s
given me orgasms women can only dream of and on top of it all, I know he cares about me. I
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learnt where I belonged in this family fast and I knew I was the glue that held them all together.
After all, I will be Daddy’s good girl forever.
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Daddy’s Lollipop
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(Part 2)
BY LUCY LIXX
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Chapter 1
The summer was truly the time when I fully discovered my sexuality. I was constantly thirsty for
more: begging for pleasure, asking for satisfaction. I had known I was passionate, but I wasn’t
able to pin point it until I lost my virginity. Despite the initial pain, the sweet pleasure brought on
afterwards was more than gratifying. It had the power to liberate me and even more: to ask for
more, over and over again. I had chosen wisely when it came to choosing the man that took my
virginity; I only wanted my stepdaddy.
Since my mom married Michael, a filthy rich hottie, my life had been turned upside down. I was
18, naive and eager to please, whereas Daddy was experienced, self-confident and reliable. I
enjoyed how he pampered me, in fact I enjoyed it so much I let him do whatever he wanted to me.
Daddy took my virginity the day after he married mom, in his own house, just couple of weeks
before we left for Italy. At the same time, his son, Ethan my stepbrother, saw Daddy and I in a
pretty naughty situation and decided to blackmail me: I had to 'service' him anytime, anywhere, or
he'd show my mom the video he had made.
After we left the States, we went to Italy where the legal age for drinking was 18. Since I was 18, I
was allowed a glass of wine every now and then, "to actually fully experience the vacation", Daddy
said. We travelled everywhere, as a family: Milan, Florence, Rome and the coast of course: Daddy
rented a yacht that allowed us to travel to the most beautiful beaches I had ever seen. Mom was
happy: I could tell she was enjoying her honeymoon and at the same time, she was pleased with
herself since she was sure she had made the right decision. After all, Daddy seemed like the type
of a man that was a rock to his family, a caregiver, a true man. I saw the way she looked at him
and I knew she was thankful she finally had some stability in her life. In fact, those same qualities
were the ones that attracted me to him, without realizing he was attracted to me as well. However,
time showed not only that he was into me, but he actually wanted something much more. From
the days when he called me: “A good girl.” And the times when he asked me to behave, it had all
been a rollercoaster, thoroughly entertaining and erotic.
While we were in Italy, it was much more difficult to do the things we used to do since it was the
four of us almost all the time, everywhere. I’d catch him watching me, his eyes travelling from my
toes, up to my lips and down again, especially when I was in a bikini. And, I knew he liked what
he saw. Daddy took advantage of every opportunity to approach me, and it was a major ego boost,
to say the least. I’d literally start shaking, feeling weak in my knees every single time he’d walk up
to me and whisper: “Are you being a good girl, Beth?” or “I might have to discipline you soon.”
The tone of his voice was powerful enough to make me wet, to desire him even more and to spend
my nights pleasuring myself while thinking about him.
Ethan, my stepbrother on the other hand, took all the time he could to spend it with me. He really
was a younger version of his dad, and even though he was extremely good-looking, he was too
young: he lacked the experience and the confidence which his dad exuded. I didn’t mind having
fun with him, after all he did remind me of his dad. Plus, I knew I could use the experience since I
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wanted to prove daddy just how good of a girl I really was.
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Chapter 2
As we stepped out in Naples headed for lunch, mom approached me.
“Beth, there are so many gorgeous looking boys around here! Why don’t you talk to them?” – She
exclaimed, hugging me. I could feel daddy’s eyes on my ass as we were walking down the street.
“Oh mom, no. I get all the love I need in this family.” – I retorted. She was over the moon with my
answer. She hugged me and kissed me, exclaiming: “Beth, I’m so happy that you feel that was!”
She had no idea just how much.
That same night, we got rooms in the most beautiful boutique hotel I’d ever seen, one room for
mom and daddy, and one for me and one for my stepbrother. After we said our “goodnights”, later
that night, there was a knock on my door. I went to see who it was and as I opened it, I froze:
daddy was standing on my doorstep! He smiled while walking in and closing the door behind
him: “Your mom wanted me to check on you.”
I took a step back as he continued walking towards me. When we finally came close, I felt his left
hand stretch, grabbing my butt: “You are such a good girl, Beth. You’ve got such sweet lips. Maybe
if you behave, I’ll call you sweetlips from now on, huh?”
I nodded, feeling his hand grip my ass as he put his index finger from his right hand into my
mouth, slowly massaging my lips as he went: “Mmm yes, sweetlips is just perfect for you.”
I reached out and grabbed his member, massaging in while he was still dressed. I saw he was
surprised by my action, but instead of reacting, he simply pushed me on the bed, so I was seated
right in front of him.
“If you want to suck my dick so bad, you should’ve just said so, sweetlips.” – He whispered as he
unzipped his pants, taking his cock out in front of my eyes then slapping my lips with it a few
times. I opened my mouth, pleading to suck it and he allowed me to. I grabbed it with both hands
as I licked and sucked the best I could, never breaking eye contact. I could tell daddy was enjoying
every juicy swab my hot wet tongue made as I swallowed, then traced my lips up and down his
cock. I loved how his dick throbbed and quaked in my mouth when I'd suck hard at his tip, each
time I lips drew back up the length of his shaft.
He reached down and put his hand behind my nick, slowly rubbing the back of my nape, pushing
my head forward as I sucked. He laid me back onto the bed. Straddling my head as I lay on my
back, he continued to plunge deeper into my throat. I gagged. As I was sucking him off, his left
had reached around, his fingers trailed up my thighs to find my dripping wet pussy. Oh how I love
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it when Daddy finger fucks me. It was amazing! I wanted more, I tried to make him fuck me, but
as I did, he pulled away: “No, sweetlips, not now" as he abruptly lifted off of me. "Behave now", he
said with a level of sternness in his voice, that the glint in his lustful eyes didn't reflect. "Good
night.” – And he left the room.
I was really turned on and I didn’t want to masturbate. I needed a good fuck and daddy kept
playing with me. So, I got up and went to my stepbrother’s room and knocked on his door. He
opened the door, with a facial expression that told me he was already sleeping. His eyes lightened
up when he saw me: “Hey Beth, what’s up?”
I smiled and walked in, closing the door behind me. As I walked towards the bed, I took my dress
off, completely showing him my naked body.
“Come here, big bro. Your little sister needs you.” – I whispered playfully as I motioned him to the
bed. He knew exactly what I meant, and smiled as he walked towards me, undressing. I pulled
him on the bed and sat on him, kissing his face, neck and torso, heading towards his dick. As I
was about to put it in my mouth, he grabbed me by my shoulders: “No, Beth. My turn now.”
He laid me on the bed and opened my legs while proceeding towards my pussy. The thing with
him was we had never fucked, I was only giving him blowjobs. Until tonight.
I felt his tongue on my sweet spot while he was pushing a finger inside me. This caught me by
surprise, I had no idea he could do this! It blew my mind as I completely allowed him to pleasure
me. As he was licking me off, I saw his cock was fully erected, 'at attention' and ready. I needed a
dick that night, and I was going to get one.
I made him get off me as I got on all fours in front of me: “Fuck me Ethan, fuck me hard!” – I
yelled, as I felt his hands wrapping around my ass, and finally...his dick inside me.
After what seemed like a quick barrage of short, deep strokes, I felt him pull out. Cum running all
over my butt and I knew it was all over. As much as he was young, he still didn’t have the stamina
to fuck like his daddy did. But, at least I got some tonight. I got up, got dressed and as I was about
to leave the room, he whispered: “You’re amazing.”
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We spent the next full day at the beach. As I was basking in the beautiful warmth of the sun, I
noticed daddy glancing at me, licking his lips. I felt as if I was an ice-cream ready to be eaten and
in a way, it was an amazing feeling. I smiled and turned to watch the sea, where Ethan was
coming out from. All the girls at the beach were looking at him. His body was amazing. He only
looked at me, though. What a wonderful feeling...to be wanted.
That night we were to attend a very fancy party, thrown by the mayor of the town. We had to get
all dressed up, hair and makeup, the whole nine yards and I was really looking forward to it. Mom
took me shopping. I got a tiny little red number and killer heels. As I was walking through the
makeup section, I noticed my face in the mirror: despite my illusions, the mirror was not lying. I
was nothing but a mere 18 years old, a simple teenager. I wasn’t happy at my mediocre reflection,
and decided to get some makeup that would hopefully make me look older, more appealing,
especially to daddy. I noticed a poster in the back, a huge poster of bright red colored lips, with a
sign below: “Luscious lips. For women only”. That is exactly what I needed! I needed proof that I
wasn’t a child and I wanted to show the world that I was a woman. I bought the reddest, brightest
lipstick I could find and even though somehow it looked like hooker’s lips, I thought it still looked
tempting. I knew daddy would not be able to take his eyes off my lips and I was already planning
on using the lipstick to leave bright red traces all over his dick.
Mom wasn’t too happy about me getting the lipstick, she tried to persuade me to go with a
different shade, but I wouldn’t give in. I hoped she'd simply give up, and luckily she did.
After we got ready, we went down to the hallway of our hotel where daddy and his 'mini me' were
already waiting for us. Both of them looked very handsome: elegant suits, expensive watches, and
freshly shaved. They literally looked like models out of a magazine. Mom was wearing a long,
whitish backless dress that fitted her perfectly. She was the tender princess: the natural makeup,
the long, wavy hair and the elegant earrings. She looked like a little, innocent lamb. As she
climbed down the stairs, daddy kissed her hand and told her she looked amazing.
As I came down, I saw the three of them staring at me: mom, in confusion, daddy in total arousal
whereas Ethan wore a seductive smirk of admiration. I could feel their mixed emotions and I
completely absorbed them: feeding my ego and my self-confidence. The tight, short red dress
showed more than it covered, the high heels extended my legs even more, but the red lipstick was
the absolute winner. I saw daddy staring at my lips and I knew it definitely was a winner.
Daddy stepped up, took my hand and kissed it, then proceeded to lean in and gave me a peck on
the cheek while whispering: “You are ravishing, sweetlips. I’m looking forward to sucking the life
out of that lipstick of yours.”
I smiled. At that moment, for the first time in months, I didn’t blush. I felt proud of myself
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because I had finally learned to take compliments as a woman.
The dinner was in an Old Italian castle, filled with beautiful people and live music. It was majestic
to dance in a room like the one in Naples and it was more than pleasant to see people staring at
you, admiring your beauty. That night, I was at the peak of my confidence, my ego was fed and it
had overeaten, but it yearned for more. I could see the glances men gave me, no matter their age:
lust, interest, arousal, desire – I walked around simply absorbing all the mixed emotions with a
big smile on my face. It was thrilling, it was exciting to know you’re wanted, and for me it was the
greatest form of flattery.
As mom and daddy danced and drank, Ethan came to me: “Wanna go outside for a walk?”
I saw it in his eyes: he wanted me. As much as I wanted to say “no”, since I really, really wanted
daddy to fuck me, I glanced at him and saw that he was busy with mom. Which, probably meant
he didn’t have time for me.
“Sure.” – I whispered, accepting his hand and smiling. I could tell he was nervous and it intrigued
me even more. He took me out into the gardens. Gorgeous, lush greenery decorated in a
spectacular manner enough to provoke feelings of splendor and admiration. The gardens smelled
beautiful: a scent that stayed and lingered in the air, waking up the summer within you. Ethan
wasn’t talking, he was just walking with me, as if searching for something. After we got to a part
that was more secluded than the rest, I understood what he was searching for. He wanted to find
a public place, hidden from the curious eye, where he could fuck me. It excited me, since I’d
fantasized about sex in public, but had never had the chance to try it out. As he pulled me in, he
started kissing me on the lips, looking for my tongue, while his hands where going straight
towards my ass.
“You’ve no idea what you’re doing to me, babe.” – He whispered as he continued to nibble on my
ear.
I felt his warm breath on my neck, streaming through my body, awaking every cell of my being,
arousing, and firing up my sexuality and I knew this is what I was waiting for all night. I wrapped
my arms around him and pulled him in, nibbling on his neck and ear, feeling the bulge in his
pants. Simply knowing the effect I had on him was a huge turn on. I could feel I was awaking the
beast within him, a part of him that he shared with his dad but didn’t know about it. He pushed
me only to grab me by the hands and push me again against the cold, hard wall in front of me.
Ethan leaned in, forcing his full body weight on mine. The sweet squeeze made me almost drunk
from anticipation as I couldn’t wait for what was to follow. I felt his hands on my ass, feverishly
pulling up my dress. He was in a hurry and everything was fast: so fast in fact, in had my heart
pounding. For a second, I was sure someone would be able to hear our moans and the mere
excitement of possibly being discovered made me wet, more than I'd ever been before.
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I heard him unzipping his pants and I felt his hands pushing my panties aside. He slapped me on
my butt, hard as his daddy used to do, and I moaned in pleasure.
“Tell me Beth, does my dad fuck you good?” – He whispered and the realization that he was
jealous made me want him even more.
“Yes.” – I said, as he continued to spank me.
“You are so filthy. Dirty… You are a whore; do you know that? Huh?” – He said, as I waived my
ass further up in the air, moaning: “Fuck me them! Make me your whore” I responded, defiantly.
All of a sudden, I felt his cock enter me: hard and fast, like never before. It hurt me, but I also
liked it. I had my hands outstretched on the wall in front and I felt his hands wrap within my
hair: pulling it harder and harder, as he was fucking me in the same bestial rhythm. I felt ravaged,
used, taken advantage of, and I relished every second of it. I felt my orgasm building up, it was
coming fast, and it was an explosion waiting to happen, as I heard a voice behind us: “What the
hell are you doing?”
I froze. Ethan stopped. I felt him sliding out of me and releasing my hair. The voice sounded so
familiar. I knew someone had caught us and even though, I knew we should be embarrassed, I
only felt disappointed that I wasn’t able to cum. As I turned around to see who it was, my knees
felt weak: Daddy was standing right behind us.
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“What do you think you’re doing?” – Daddy said, a little bit louder than the first time, walking up
to Ethan and slapping him across the face. I kept quiet, in total loss of words. Daddy never even
looked at me, not even a glance.
“Nothing you haven’t already done.” – Ethan said, sounding cocky for the first time since I’ve met
him. Daddy stood, looking at him than at me again.
“Haven't I taught your simple ass anything, son?" He said. I wore a look of total bewilderment at
his words. Confusion splayed across my face.
He continued, "Boy, I guess I have to show you how it’s done.” He walked up to me, and pulled my
skirt up. Ethan was standing right behind me, in awe, not knowing what to do. I was dumbstruck,
completely betrayed by my own body that simply wanted to cum. As daddy pushed me against the
wall, he reached down and grabbed my pussy staring into my eyes: “Mmm…you are very wet. I
guess he has done something right, after all.”
Daddy pushed me down on my knees and as he did, he massaged my lips, completely spreading
the bright red lipstick all over my face.
“Since I saw you this evening, I’ve wanted that lipstick on my dick, sweetlips. Now, get to it.”
As he unzipped his pants, I grabbed his cock, pulling it in, fast and hard. I started licking it: from
his shaft to the head, passionately, slowly filling my mouth with his dick, with the deliciousness of
his meat, feeling the arousal coming back again, only twice as hard as last time.
“Son, go behind her. I want to see you fucking her naughty tight slit.”
Ethan walked behind me, pulling my legs towards him so I was on all fours. I was sucking daddy’s
dick from one side while my stepbrother was fucking me from behind. The sensation of having two
of my holes full, at the same time, was divine. I had never experienced anything like this, and I
wasn’t ready for it to end.
Daddy was watching him, then me, then him again as if he was a teacher watching his students
write their homework.
“Stop. That’s enough. Both of you.” – He almost barked at us as we were trying to control
ourselves and listen to what he was saying. As both of them took a step back, I used the
opportunity to touch myself. My clit was more than ready. Daddy walked up to me and slapped me
on the wrist:
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“Stop it sweetlips.” – So, I did.
“Now, son, you are going to get down, flat on the ground on your back. Sweetlips, you are going to
ride your brother.” – Daddy stood aside, looking at us following his directions. As I finally felt a
dick enter me again, I moaned, loud and I felt daddy spank me hard on my ass: “Quiet darling. We
don’t want anyone to hear us, do we?” – As he said this, he walked behind me, closing my lips
with one of his hands, while with the other he took his cock and directed it to me asshole.
“Son, stop moving. Let me get in her tight ass first.” – Daddy said, as I felt another dick enter me.
“Now, slowly.” – Daddy commanded, as the three of us started moving simultaneously, making
the most beautiful sound in the world.
As both of them were fucking me, I was squished in between, with no way out. Daddy opened my
mouth and put his fingers inside, making me suck. I closed my eyes: as much as it was tiresome
and painful, the pleasure was undeniable. I finally had them both where I wanted them and I
finally had proof they wanted me too. This was as much loved as I had ever felt and it was more
than divine.
All of my holes were taken: Ethan’s cock in my pussy, daddy dick in my ass and his fingers in my
mouth was satisfying, fulfilling, and ravishingly beautiful. I felt my orgasm building up, this time
it was different: I didn’t know how I would ever be able to release myself as I was completely
clenched between these two men who took my body and used is anyway they wanted. As I heard
daddy lean in and whispered: “You are such a good girl, sweetlips. It’s rare to find a good girl
that’s able to take two cocks at the same time.” – I exploded.
The orgasm was the best I’d ever had. It literally made me dizzy...my ears popped. I was shaking
and grasping for air. The feeling was out of this world, completely taking full control of me, it
almost felt as I wasn’t there anymore. As I was fighting to get my senses back, I felt daddy stand
up, ordering his son to do the same. As they did, daddy left me on my knees on the ground in front
of them while both of them jerked off watching me. I felt empowered, wanted and confident as
that was one of the best moments in my life. As both of them finally reached their peak, I felt their
cum drip on my face as I pulled my tongue out to taste the deliciousness of victory.
After all was said and done, we had to return to the party. Daddy walked away first, as we followed
a couple of minutes later. I had to quickly and discretely find a secluded bathroom to clean myself
as I was sure I looked horrible. As Ethan went in the ballroom, I walked in the female restroom,
which luckily was empty. As I looked in the mirror, except for the wiped off lipstick and a messy,
sticky hair, I looked good. I had my purse with me and I quickly reapplied my “sweetlips” lipstick
and swept up my hair as best I could. As I looked in the mirror, I noticed there was something
different from before: I had the glow of a freshly fucked woman about me, and I loved it!
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The rest of the vacation was quite mellow: we went back on the yacht and we didn’t have the
freedom to do what we wanted. I was thankful for having a stepfather and a stepbrother that not
only loved me, but didn’t mind sharing me between themselves. I was looking forward to our next
encounter, and even more I wasn’t lingering thinking only about daddy, I was constantly
imagining what the three of us can do together.
As hard as it was to do what I wanted, while on the yacht, I had to console myself somehow: at
least, mom was happy. More often than not, after we’d all say our “goodnights”, Ethan would
invite me back on the deck just so we can sit in front of mom and daddy’s cabin and listen to them
fuck. At first, it was weird and I didn’t want to have anything with it, but after a week on the boat,
it grew to be one of my favorite pastimes. We learned how to sneak out on the deck and walk
towards the top window of their cabin. Ethan usually sneaked out a bottle of bubbly, or wine and
we would sit right in front of the top window of the cabin, listening. It was surprising to learn that
mom and daddy fucked almost every day. She moaned loudly and deeply as I would hear him
entering her and spanking her. Eventually I realized he was fucking me and my mom the same
way. But, I have to admit, he was more ruthless with her. The more Ethan and watched, the more
we took advantage of it. A couple of times during the week we actually peaked from the top
window to see what position they were in. This 'peaking and listening' really started as a game:
whoever loses, had to drink a full glass of wine and we enjoyed it. After some time, being stranded
on a yacht where it was hard to be fucked, the frustration of listening and watching their naked
bodies clash, was overwhelming and it was simply too much.
One thing I noticed though, was that daddy had started to use mom’s scarves and his belts to tie
her up. Sometimes, it was only across her eyes, but other nights it was her arms, legs, and mouth
too. He was literally subduing her to his will, spanking her with his belts as she would scream in
both pain and pleasure. As their sex life had become more dominant, I had seen mom only
wanting more. And, this was arousing as hell.
Then one night, as we were both leaned in and watching, daddy was fucking mom from behind
and her hands were tied behind her back and he was pulling her hair. The sight, the sounds were
so damn arousing and I was wet as hell, watching. I looked up towards Ethan and I saw his cock
was out, completely erect. He was holding it in his hand while watching them fuck. I wasn’t even
sure if he realized what he was doing.
That moment itself, aroused me. It excited me so much, I felt the wetness drip on my panties.
Without saying a word, and without removing my eyes from my stepbrother, I leaned in, lying on
the deck, spreading my legs fully in front of him. Ethan was completely mesmerized by what was
happening in the cabin below us, he never noticed me touching myself. I was grabbing my tits and
pushing two fingers inside me as I was massaging my clit. The sight of him jerking off was weirdly
arousing and I was enjoying it. Right before I came, he looked at me and as he did, I saw it in his
eyes: without any hesitation, he walked over, leaning completely in me. I felt his dick enter me as
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I was lying on the deck. He grabbed my feet and tried to push them as far apart as possible. I put
one of my hands on my mouth: trying to keep as quiet as possible as we didn’t want to wake up
the staff or alarm our parents. I felt him fucking me hard, fighting with the urge to scream, to
moan, to yell, but knowing that he mustn’t. It was the sweetest fuck ever: so dirty and filthy. I felt
like a whore, indulging in my hellish fantasies.
After that night, every single other night that we came to the deck to watch them fuck, was a night
of pure masturbation. Since we couldn’t risk getting caught, we would sit one across the other,
watching our parents fuck and listening to them, while stealing lustful glances at one another. I
loved watching him touch himself, the way he jerked off his cock, stretching the skin so tight with
each stroke, was something I’ve never seen before. Watching the pain and pleasure on his face
was rapturous. The ease, the passion, the dedication was a huge turn on. I watched him watch me
as I would raise my skirt to fully show him I wasn’t wearing any panties, and I watched him get
even harder as I would lick my fingers, grab my boobs and continue towards my pussy: slowly
massaging it at first, only to show him how violently hard I was able to push a couple of fingers
inside me. And, he loved it. I enjoyed the way his whole body would shake right as he’d cum and it
was another level of visual sensations that would push me right towards an orgasm.
* * *
Though naughty and exhilarating, the whole voyeur thing was getting old, too soon, and we had
to figure out something else to sustain our sexual high. I would’ve never imagined what Ethan
had it in him next. But then again, he is his father’s son. One day, while we were walking around
a small Italian village, Ethan sneaked in mommy and daddy's cabin and stole one of their toys. I
knew nothing of it, until that same night when both of us climbed the deck to watch our parents
fuck again.
As we were going through our regular routine, I noticed there was a different spark about him
tonight. He hadn’t told me a thing, letting me lay down and raise my skirt while he was jerking
off. Then, right before I was able to get off, he inched closer to me and took out two different toys:
a dildo and a butt plug. I was already surrendered to my arousal and only wanted to cum, as
Ethan removed my hands from my pussy, pushing the dildo deep inside me. He never thought
about going slow, and the sheer size of it was instantaneously painful, and it made me wince.
“Relax, sis. Let’s have some fun.” – He said, as he rhythmically thrust it deeper and deeper inside
me. I put both of my hands around him, and allowed him to watch as I was moving up and down
the rubbery toy. Beckoning each stroke, I willed the pain to turn into pleasure. The feeling was
good, although it wasn’t the real thing, it was still enjoyable. The most arousing part were Ethan’s
eyes: the way he was looking at me, travelling through my face to my pussy and back up again,
made me wet. I moaned: a loud sound that we both knew was heard in the cabin below. We both
froze as we listened to mom and daddy stop their fuck and focus on the sound. In a second, we
gathered our things and I saw Ethan threw out the toys in the sea while we both ran down to our
cabins. I laid in bed, lights off and covered with a bed sheet, as I listened to daddy climb the deck
and inspect. My heart was racing so fast I was sure it would give me away. Luckily, he didn’t check
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my cabin and after that, it took me ages to actually fall asleep.
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From that night on, Ethan and I had an agreement we would no longer play our games on the
deck, it was too dangerous. Daddy fired all of the crew the very next day and we spent a week in a
port, while he was hiring a new set of people. As much as I saw daddy looking at both of us, I
knew he knew it was us, he still had to play the part and make mom feel completely safe again.
Nothing worked though.
She grew more restless the next week and she simply couldn’t sail anymore. That’s when we went
to Sicily, Taormina and we ended up spending a week there. It was a small but beautiful town, one
where we couldn’t find any privacy. At the end of that week, Daddy informed us we were going
home.
I knew it was all our fault, but there was nothing I could do. Once we arrived in daddy’s mansion
back in the States, mom relaxed and she was her old self again. Ethan soon left to go to college
and mom started going to work again. I, on the other hand, decided to take a gap year, and I spent
most of my time reading in the mansion. Daddy was busy: business trips, meetings and what not,
and as much as I was looking forward to spending time with him, it seemed that he never had
time to spare for me anymore.
A couple of months later, while mom was at work, I was down by the pool when I saw daddy walk
in. He said something to the maid and walked straight towards me. I felt goose bumps all over me,
because I was finally seeing his eyes lustfully survey my body the way he used to. It was thrilling,
exciting and I had no idea how hard I longed for him.
As he approached, he sat next to me, gently caressing my thigh without removing his eyes from
mine: “So, sweetlips, what happened on the yacht?”
I froze. I tried to look away but it was in vain. I had to come clean:
“Ethan and I played. It was an accident…”
“You watched us have sex?”
I nodded and I felt I was blushing again.
“Did you like what you saw?”
I nodded again, trying to get up. He pushed me firmly in the chair, not letting me move.
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“What did you do on the deck?”
“I…we…we were touching ourselves as we listened and watched. He…fucked me once and then he
stole two of your toys…and we used the dildo once when you heard us…”
I saw he was getting hard.
“Come to my study sweetlips. And put that red lipstick on” – He whispered and walked away.
I ran to my room, wearing nothing but a bikini and I applied the lipstick I had bought in Italy. As
I climbed down the stairs, I noticed the maid was nowhere to be seen: he had to have sent her
somewhere.
As I knocked, I heard him say: “Come in, sweetlips.”
I opened the door, and there he was standing in the middle of the study, completely naked with a
raging hard on.
“Lock the door behind you.”
As I did, I walked over to him. His smell: that scent of man drove me crazy and I wanted to fall in
his hands, kiss him and lick him. As I tried, he pushed me away, forcing me to go down on my
knees.
“Kiss my dick sweetlips. Make sure you leave your lipstick stain all over it.”
I did my best in kissing, licking and sucking his cock and I watched his gaze on me. There was
something different this time: a coldness in his eyes I hadn’t seen before.
“Stop. Get on all fours, sweetlips.” – His demanding voice threw me off, I didn’t know what to
expect. As I did, I heard him walk towards his cabinet. He took something from there and walked
back towards me.
As daddy took off my bottoms, I felt his hands opening my ass and I felt something cold getting
slowly stuck in my butthole.
“You wanted toys, sweetlips. I’ll show you toys.”
The pain was excruciating! He pushed the butt plug completely inside while spanking me, hard. I
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screamed in pain. He took his tie and he tied up my mouth: “No more yelling!” – He screamed,
hitting me again. I felt tears streaming down my face as I heard a vibrating sound, I turned my
head around to see the biggest vibrator I had ever seen! Daddy was holding it in his hands and he
was guiding it towards me. As I tried to move, he slapped me on my ass again, even harder than
before: “You’ve had this coming, sweetlips. Behave now.”
I felt the vibrator’s head being placed on my clit. It was on and it took him a second to totally turn
me on. I was wet and it was driving me crazy! My feet were vibrating, kicking, fighting to cum, but
it was all to no avail as daddy wanted to play.
I moaned, that was the only thing I could do, as I felt the vibrator being pushed inside my pussy.
It was big and it was very difficult at first, especially since I had the butt plug in.
“You like this, sweetlips, don’t you?”
I tried to nod as he went all in and I almost collapsed. He fucked me with the toys while I was
lying flat on the ground, completely unable to move. He had broken me and he knew it.
As he finally removed the toys, I saw him open a secret door in his study and he took me by the
neck and pushed me in there. All sorts of machines that looked like they were for torture, were in
there.
He had me sit on one, had my hands tied on rails on either side of me. The chair I was sitting on
had no middle, and I could see there was a dildo below. A screen was right in front of me and
daddy played me porn. As I watched a girl being gangbanged, I felt aroused again. Daddy pressed
a button and I felt the dildo below me enter and exit my pussy, first slowly, then faster and faster.
It drove me insane: the sensation of being fucked so right and so good, along with knowing daddy
had full control over me, was mind-blowing. I wanted to cum, I was trying to, and at the same
time I knew he wasn’t letting me.
After who knows how long, he turned off the TV and stopped the machine. Daddy untied my
hands and mouth and had me kneel in front of him. I took his cock in my mouth and I felt him
explode inside my mouth. He massaged my lips as he pulled out of my mouth.
“I want to cum.” – I dared to say as he gently slapped me on my cheek:
“You haven’t deserved it yet.”
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I was barely able to walk out of his study. Luckily, there was no one in the house. My knees were
weak, I was sweaty and I smelled of sex. That was one of the best fucks I had ever had, however I
needed to cum. Desperately.
I ran to my room and laid on my bed. As I started touching myself, I closed my eyes and thought
about the secret room again. Daddy knew how to fuck me; he knew what I wanted. I was trying to
make myself cum when: “Guys, I’m home!” – A familiar voice sounded from down below.
Cursing and still wet, I got into the shower and after that, I went downstairs. Daddy was outside
on the balcony with Ethan and a girl. As I walked to them, Ethan stood up, running to me:
“Hey sis! I decided to surprise you. This is Ann, my girlfriend.”
“Hi Ann! I’m Beth.”
“Glad to finally meet you, Beth!”
The four of us sat on the balcony, drinking ice tea. Ethan was telling us stories about his college
and how he met Ann. Of course, he kept saying how awesome she was, and in a way, it did make
me jealous. After all, she was only average looking.
Ethan and Ann got to stay in Ethan’s old room, together. This was bothering me a lot, especially
since it seemed he had forgotten about me. His room was next to mine but there was nothing I
could do as precious little Ann was in there too.
It was late afternoon when mom came back home. All five of us had a lively dinner by the pool.
We talked, we laughed and we had fun. After dinner, as we were climbing the stairs to go to our
rooms, Ann asked mom if she can give her a tour of the house. Mom, of course, gleefully agreed
and it was daddy, Ethan and I climbing the stairs.
“You two better behave.” – Daddy barked at us as he went to his room. As Ethan and I walked to
our rooms, I couldn’t help but ask:
“So, is she a better fuck than I am?”
He seemed surprised at first. After that, in a second, he turned towards me, squeezing me against
the wall behind me and started kissing me, passionately: “No one is, Beth.” – He whispered.
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Even though I knew we could be caught, I pulled him in and started licking his neck while
touching his cock. He moaned in my ear as I felt his hands travel towards my ass, squeezing it.
“What are you doing?” – A female voice came from the hallway and as we turned, we saw Ann
standing there.
“Ann I can explain…” – Ethan started as she walked passed us and went straight to the room. We
both walked after her.
“Look Ann it’s not…” – As we walked in the room, Ann had already undressed and was lying on
the bed.
“What you two were doing was f-ing hot. Close the door.” – She said. I couldn’t believe my eyes!
Ethan looked at me and smirked. -"Why don't you see for yourself if she is a better lay."
I locked the door as Ethan went to her. I stood there as I watched him kiss and lick her neck. I
watched as she ripped his clothes off and took his cock out. I stood there while she was sucking
him off. Ann was staring into my eyes while she was sucking him off and it was a huge turn on.
Ethan was grabbing her butt and pushing a finger in. That’s when I decided I needed to help. I
walked towards her ass and leaned in, licking her clit. I heard her moan in pleasure: “Oh Beth
keep doing that!”
I pushed two of my fingers into her pussy as I was licking her clit. Ann was sucking Ethan off
while he was looking at what I was doing. Apparently, this whole thing was too much for him and
in a minute, I saw cum dripping from Ann’s mouth.
“Sorry. Too hot.” – Ethan said, as he lied on the bed, looking at us.
Ann and I were facing each other and we started kissing. This was the first time I was with a girl
and it felt oddly pleasing. It wasn’t rough or painful, but extremely enjoyable.
We were touching our own bodies as Ann made me lay down flat on the bed, with my legs spread.
She went down on me, licking my clit, massaging it then finally sticking her fingers inside me.
She never broke eye contact, which was most arousing. Ann had a good body: she was short but
well built, big tits and a nice round ass.
She made me stand up and place one of my legs between hers, in a way so my pussy was rubbing
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off of hers. We started moving, it was almost as if when I was on top, but different and better.
Ethan sat there, watching us, as I saw his cock was getting hard again. Ann and I were rubbing
our pussies off and in a second, I felt I came as hard as if an earthquake hit me.
I laid flat on the bed, grasping for air. I saw that Ann wasn’t there yet, but thankfully Ethan was
ready to go again as I had to strength left in me. I laid on the bed as I watched Ann bend on all
fours and Ethan fucked her from behind. Both of them were staring at me and I was touching
myself, gently, just to put on a show.
I saw Ann came before Ethan was able to. She helped me get up on my knees and it was the two of
us licking his cock as he finally came on our faces.
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Chapter 8
Ethan and Ann were visiting us for two weeks. During those two weeks, the three of us were
inseparable. We went everywhere together, we did everything together. Mom was very happy that
I finally had some female company and I have to admit, I really loved Ann.
After our first fuck, we took every single minute we could to do the same thing. Sometimes even
without Ethan. Ethan loved fucking us, but even more he relished watching us fuck each other.
Daddy had noticed there was something going on, but he wasn’t exactly sure what since he was
very busy and didn’t have the time to be at home. I also saw him looking at Ann and I knew that
look very well: daddy was longing for her but it seemed that I wasn’t the only one that noticed it.
It seemed I was the only one that noticed the flirtation between Ann and daddy. Ethan didn’t
seem to pay attention and mom probably thought daddy was just being kind. As the days went by,
I started feeling more and more jealous after all, sharing Ethan was one thing but sharing daddy
completely different. Ann soon noticed the changes in my behavior as I refused to go out with
them but would rather stay at home. What she didn’t know is I actually saw her sneaking in
daddy’s study one day and I didn’t have to see what was happening: I just knew. As much as I
loved her up to that moment, from then on I simply wanted her to disappear from my life.
I soon realized daddy wasn’t paying any attention to me. He was either absent, with mom or he
was entertaining Ann. It made me mad to think that goose was able to take what was mine. On
top of it, I looked a hundred times better than she did. I had to do something.
So, one night as I saw her sneaking in daddy’s study again, I woke up Ethan and told him where
to go. Reluctant at first, he decided to listen to me and went down the stairs and into the study.
I waited over half an hour and nothing happened. I grew impatient and decided to go see for
myself.
As I walked in the study, I noticed in was completely empty. So, by default I knew they were all in
the secret room. It took me awhile to figure out how to open it, but luckily I knew where to look. As
the secret door opened in front of me, I saw daddy fucking Ann from behind as she was sucking
Ethan off. As much as it was arousing, it also made me angry: why wasn’t I invited?
“What are you doing?” – I yelled, intentionally so I would scare them.
They all stopped and turned towards me. Daddy took a step towards me, reaching out:
“Beth, sweetlips, come here.”
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“Yes Beth, join us!” – Ann said while Ethan was just nodding.
“Why didn’t you invite me in the first place? Is she better than me daddy?” - I pouted in protest.
“No one is better than you, sweetlips.” – Daddy said as he took me by the hand and guided me
inside the room. The door behind closed and daddy started kissing me, gently than more
passionately in a way I’ve always longed for.
Ann walked towards me, opening my legs and sticking her head between my legs.
“That’s more like it.” – Daddy whispered as he was stroking her hair. Both daddy and Ethan stood
there, watching us.
Daddy got too touchy with us: stroking our hair, gliding his hands through our arms, placing his
hands around our waists… And, we didn’t mind at all. Not only didn’t we mind, we actually
invited him for more. I blushed as I turned towards him. His cock was already erected, standing
right in front of me. I reached out and grabbed it, massaging it with my both hands.
“Let’s make it a competition Beth. Let the best girl win!” – Ann said: “Let me show you how it’s
done.”
She put one of my hands on daddy’s cock and one of hers. It was like a teaching course: “So you do
this. And that. Pull here...lick here…” I was only nodding at first only to finally get rid of her.
“No Ann, you watch how it’s done!” – I said, as I grabbed daddy’s dick and I guided it in my
mouth, sucking him off as hard as I could. Ann was surprised, but in a minute she joined me.
As I looked up, I saw daddy staring at us both, thoroughly enjoying the fact that two drop-dead
gorgeous 18 year olds had his dick in their mouths. He reached down and put his hands on our
heads, gently tugging in and out as we were licking simultaneously.
Ethan stood behind us, gently touching our butts and massaging our assholes and clits. He was
really doing a good job as both of us were moaning.
I saw Ann reach out and grab Ethan’s dick. I saw his face and I knew she was jerking him off. I
took Ann by the hair and pulled her towards me, making out with her right in front of them. We
were in the middle while Daddy and Ethan were at the sides, circling us, watching.
“Time for some girl on girl action, sweetlips.” – Daddy said, gently tugging my hair. Ann came
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over me, making a perfect 69. I knew where the sweet spot was and I immediately used my mouth
to suck in on it, simultaneously pushing two of my fingers into her pussy. We were both moaning
as we had already done this before and we knew exactly what was good for the other. Daddy and
Ethan stood there, watching us for a while, enjoying the view.
“Now, it time for something serious.” – Daddy said, making both of us stand up. As we did, each of
them grabbed us and started licking us and grabbing us. Daddy led Ann to the same machine I
was on a few weeks ago. I watched her surprised expression as she had no idea what was
happening. The mere fact that I knew more than her pleased me. I decided to help daddy in tying
her arms and Ethan stood right in front of her, watching.
Daddy tied her mouth and arms and he turned on the machine. I noticed he wasn’t playing porn
for her. On the other hand, there wasn’t any need of porn as Ethan and I were standing right in
front of her. I got down on all fours and he was fucking me from behind up to the moment daddy
told him to stop. Ethan moved as daddy walked behind me and we both watched Ann being
fucked by a machine as daddy was fucking me. It was perverse and erotic; it was simply amazing!
I saw Ann was struggling with the machine just as I was. I knew she was trying to cum but she
couldn’t. I saw than look at her longingly and for a split second, I wanted to help them both out,
but I didn’t care as I was in paradise. Daddy was behind me, fucking my pussy so good. I couldn’t
remember the last time I had a fuck like this and then, I remembered it had to be the secret
threesome we had in Italy.
An urge in me arouse, wanting to do the same thing again. I asked Daddy to lay down flat on the
floor and I rode him like a cowgirl and I begged Ethan to come fuck my asshole. He listened and
finally, I had both of my favorite men back when they belonged. We came together just as we
watched Ann struggle. It was beautiful.
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Chapter 9
The next following days, everything was quiet. Mom was home, she took a week of work to spend
more time with us. I noticed Ethan grew more territorial towards Ann and he was fighting more
with his dad than usual.
I didn’t want to interfere, but it seemed as Ethan was bothered by his dad’s ability to please his
son’s girlfriend better than he was able to. I tried talking to him, but he only got angry.
We went out a couple of times to dinner as a family and we did have a good time. At least, daddy,
mom and I did. Ethan had started fighting with Ann as well, and we all noticed it.
“I’m not good enough for you.” – I heard him say one night.
The next week, Ann left leaving Ethan behind. It seemed they had broken off. He didn’t seem too
concerned about the relationship and instead of going back to college, he had decided to stay at
home before continuing his studies abroad. The next following days proved to be strange: daddy
left for a business trip and it was just mom, Ethan and me in the house. I was under the
impression that me and Ethan were finally going to get some alone time and I seriously turned my
flirtation on. I didn’t even think I will need it, but I simply wanted to make it more enticing for
him. The strange part of the whole story was Ethan. He was completely disinterested, and if
anything, he was acting as if he was he was actually ignoring me. For a couple of days, I was sure
he had a grudge against me. But, then again I thought about what all happened with Ann real
hard, and I figured I hadn’t done anything wrong. I was nice to her, more than nice, the whole
time she was here. The way he was acting was just so damn confusing.
I tried talking to him a few times, I even sneaked into his bedroom one night, but he actually
brushed me away. He basically told me he didn’t want to fuck with me. Straight to my face. So, I
decided to let it go, at least for a while.
After that, I started noticing Ethan spending a lot more time with my mom. It was almost as if he
was making excuses to spend as much time with her as possible, instead of me. Like he was trying
to deliberately avoid me at all costs, especially when daddy was away. At first, I was sure I was
imagining it, but then this very weird thing happened: after running errands with my mom for the
whole day, both of them walk back into the house, all laughing and joking, as if all of a sudden
they were best friends. I was upstairs but I could still see and hear them as they went to the
kitchen. I rolled my eyes in disgust. It was complete bull that 'My sweet, sweet stepbrother
wanted to help my mom make dinner'. He was taking this way too far.
"Ethan...cooking dinner?" That would be a first, I scoffed to myself in annoyance.
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I knew there was something weird about it, but I was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt.
Half an hour later, I walk in the kitchen to see Ethan stirring a pot of stew, taking a spoonful of it
and seductively holding it while asking my mom to taste it. As much as that ordinarily might seem
a mundane thing to do, it was about the way he said “taste it”. I did not imagine what I had just
heard. The pronunciation was too erotic and it even made my toes curl. And, that wasn’t even the
worst part: I saw mom, her eyes shining as if she had a different glow to them, as if she was
almost flirting with Ethan. I shook my head, as if I was trying to erase the thought from my mind.
Wanting to assure myself I was making myself see things. She accepted the spoonful in her mouth
without removing her eyes from his and I swear she licked her tongue a bit extra, as if making an
effort of tracing her lips with it, wanting him to notice it. As much as I wanted to convince myself I
was only imagining it, there was no way to ignore the bulging thickness imprinted in Ethan’s
pants. It was more than clear that he had a hard on. I wanted to convince myself it was only him,
that my sweet, beautiful mom had nothing to do with it. Naturally, I used that moment to
interrupt, pretending I was walking into the kitchen that same instant as if I wasn’t observing by
the door the last 15 minutes.
I casually walked in humming. To my not-so-shocked surprise, they both jump apart very quickly
as if they were caught doing something wrong. This single act confirmed that it wasn’t only Ethan
seducing, but mom wanted to be seduced. Of course, I played it cool. At least as much as I could,
considering that my heart was beating out of my chest, as I writhed with anger and suspicion. Yet
I acted as I hadn't even caught of hint, nor noticed them jumping when I walked in. I simply
asked what’s for dinner and once I got my answer, I walked up to mom, kissed her on the cheek,
and I left the kitchen.
At dinner, Ethan was pouring extra wine to mom, and she was drinking it. All of it. I had never
seen her drink that way and I wasn’t sure if he was thinking he was getting her drunk or she had
simply decided to let him get her drunk. Anyway, dinner was awkward, to say the least, although
mom played it as cool as possible. She simply acted as if nothing was happing and the good
daughter that I was, I acted like I believed her. I kept looking at each of them across the table.
One, then back at the other. I kept saying to myself that there was no way this was even
happening. Ethan did not have enough balls to try what I thought he was up to, not to mention
mom. Mom was head over heels for daddy, and there was no way in hell she'd even contemplate
anything with Ethan. I mean, how could she? Or...would she?
After a while, mom excused herself as she was already tipsy and her face was blushed. She had to
lay down and I understood that, being a bit relieved that mom didn’t actually do anything except
for flirt. As she stood up, she turned to Ethan speaking as softly as possible: “Ethan dear, thank
you so much for this beautiful day. I really enjoyed spending time with you. You are the spitting
image of your father, inside and out. And I'm glad to have you in our little family."
As she was leaving the dining room, I saw the glow in Ethan’s eyes and I knew instinctively he
had other plans.
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"That little bastard"- I said under my breath.
As we finished our meal and went to our rooms, I took a shower and didn’t even try to seduce
Ethan, considering how annoyed I was. I was thinking about his actions concerning mom and I
wasn’t sure just where exactly was he going with this. As I went to sleep, I had a restless dream,
constantly tossing and turning, until around about 2am when I opened my eyes, and heard a
strange sound. In a sleepy haze, I heard panting and moaning coming from what seemed to be
outside. Passionate cries of desire and despair filled the hallway and my eardrums. Was someone
crying? I laid in bed for a while thinking it was my imagination or maybe the television
downstairs was left on, making those intense sounds. Only after I was fully awake, I realized the
sounds were coming from down the hall. I stood up, a bit giddy because that meant that daddy
had returned from his business trip a day early. I thought about it for a little while, but my inside
nymphomaniac got the best of me: I decided I’d walk up to their bedroom to watch them fuck one
more time. After all, I’ve had really good orgasms listening and watching them, so what’s another
one?
I walked down the hall and towards their bedroom. The door was opened, slightly ajar, as if
someone opened it intentionally. I hid in the corner and decided to kneel and take a peak, trying
not to be seen, of course. As I poked my head in, I was surprised: daddy wasn’t back from his
business trip it all! It was Ethan, my stepbrother, fucking my mom! Mom was blindfolded and she
was grabbing her ankles, moaning uncontrollably. I’ve never heard her moan that way. Ethan was
behind her, fucking her doggy-style, spanking her with each thrust, going harder and harder…
Just by looking at his face, I was already wet. I wanted him, I wanted Ethan to come back and
fuck me harder and better as he used to. I sat down at the floor, fully aware that he saw me.
Thankfully, mom was blindfolded. I sat in front of him, spreading my legs full wide, staring into
his eyes while touching myself. Anger and sheer lust swirled inside me simultaneously. I was
overcome with pleasure, seething anger, yet dripping, soaking wet with arousal. I had never felt
such extremes before. Not even when I walked in on Daddy, Ethan and Ann. I needed this. It was
the most savage, the most wild, the most prohibited sort of sex I’ve ever seen. Ethan saw me, he
smiled and simply continued to fuck my mom even harder, saying: “Does he fuck you like this
huh? Answer me!”
I was rubbing my pussy as hard as I could, hearing his voice and then hearing my mom beg him
not to stop. Ethan repeated his question a few more times before he finally heard what he wanted:
“No! You are better! Please fuck me, don’t stop!” – My mom said, as I finally was able to cum. I
stood up and left the room, leaving Ethan to his own finale.
As I clasped the door knob to my room, my heart still racing, and my legs still quivering from my
erotic release, I whispered to myself -"Pandora's Box...Wide Open."
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