Thanks to my editor, A_koozie, for lending me her time and expertise. All characters having sex are over 18.

Hello, I am Hunter King.

I am as they say getting up there in years. I no longer “do”, but I can still remember. I thought I would share with you some of the stories of my life. I hope you find them entertaining. I will begin with how I met and married my wife.

The story we have told anyone who asked how we met is a simple one: a handsome doctor meets a beautiful nurse on her first day at the hospital. Sparks fly. Love blooms. We marry and live happily ever after. Of course, the truth is never that simple.

^^^

Hunter opened the door. A sweaty, naked woman with hazel eyes angrily looked his way. She was grunting and grimacing probably because she had a big dick up her ass. She yelled at the intruder as she forced a stiff rod deeper into her rectum.

“If you’re coming in here, get busy eating my pussy. Otherwise get the hell out!”

She waved a hand at him in a menacing gesture. Hunter noticed a white symbol was painted on one of her blood red nails.

“Sorry to intrude,” Hunter said.

However, he did not immediately close the door. He paused to take a second look. Wavy auburn hair spilled off her shoulders. Hard brown nipples protruded from full, tanned breasts. The young woman was in a crouching position riding a seated man reverse cowgirl style. Her plentiful pubic hair was soaked by her juices. Her legs were spread and he could easily see her dark, ragged vaginal lips.

The woman grunted loudly every time she squatted on her partner’s rigid organ. Hunter was struck by the seriousness, the concentrated effort she brought to this activity.

Reluctantly, he shut that door. He opened the next one he came to. Inside this room, he found the flirtatious mother-daughter duo that had propositioned him a short while ago. They were both nude.

“Ah there you are,” the mother said. She was the one with the shapely legs and a fuller figure. She was sitting beside her daughter. The teenager smiled in greeting. She turned his way flashing her small pert breasts at him.

Virginia reached over and slid her index finger inside her daughter’s vagina. She looked at him to gauge his reaction. She said, “I hope you don’t mind, but we started without you.”

She pulled her offspring to her breast and the child sucked it greedily. Hunter entered the room and joined the sex-crazed pair for a delightful hour of erotic fun.

^^^

Hunter tossed on his robe and left his playmates slumbering on the messy bed. He joined the other party-goers out by the pool. Most were lounging in wraps resting and rehydrating. The exhibitionists in the crowd were proudly displaying their naked bodies. Some were done for the night while others were looking for their next partner.

The amiable hosts, Bob and Carol, mingled with their guests. Bob was a big burly guy and it was easy to see why his nickname was “Bear”. Carol walk about topless unashamedly displaying her tiny, barely-there boobs. She had a sheer scarf tied about her hips giving the illusion of modesty, but in no way did it obstruct anyone’s view of her cunt.

Hunter took time to view her slim hips and trimmed pussy before he glanced down at her ankle. He saw some swelling and discoloration. That was, after all, how they had met, the ankle injury, not her pretty pussy.

Carol had a bad fall and hurt her ankle. Hunter was the doctor on call in the emergency room. He treated her. The night was slow. They struck up a conversation. Carol liked him and invited him to this party. It was everything she said it would be and more. He had expected nudity and hot, anonymous sex. A mother-daughter threesome, well, that was beyond even his imagination.

Carol saw Hunter and waved to him indicating that he should join her. She was with the auburn haired woman Hunter had walked in on.

“I hope you are enjoying yourself,” Carol said. Ever the good hostess she asked, “Hunter, have you met Gia? Gia, this is Hunter. Tonight is his first time at one of my soirees.”

Gia wore a robe but didn’t bother to tie the belt. An impressive amount of cleavage was view-able as well as her thick pelt of pubic hair.

“I apologize for walking in on you. I opened the wrong door. My friends were in the next room,” Hunter said.

Gia looked him over. He was young and really good-looking. She held out her hand,

“Hello, nice to meet you. I owe you an apology for yelling at you. I’m extremely focused when I have sex. I don’t handle interruptions well,” She smiled showing her crooked lower teeth and added, “With your looks, you could have the pick of any man or woman here.”

She turned to Carol and kissed her on the cheek. “Thanks for a lovely evening. I have an early class tomorrow and I’m afraid I have to go.”

“I understand my dear, but I not sure the men will. They will be disappointed. They all so enjoy your enthusiastic approach üsküdar escort to sex,”

Gia turned to Hunter. “Nice to meet you. Enjoy the party.” She said before she exited the room.

Carol reached out and gently caressed his flaccid cock. “Can I have a taste?” she asked politely.

“Absolutely,” he said as he stepped closer to Carol and spread his legs. Her mouth engulfed his prick and slowly she nursed it to its full six inches.

She pulled off and said, “Mmmm. I taste sweat, semen and hints of Virginia. I’m guessing she was your last partner. Which means you must have also had sex with her daughter, Charlotte. The two are inseparable.”

“Yes. They seem particularly close.” He exhaled loudly enjoying how she cupped his balls as they spoke.

Carol stripped off her scarf. Nude she knelt and sucked his cock with gusto. She was a petite woman, thin all over. Where other woman had breasts, bottoms, and hips, she just had gentle curves, mere hints of femininity yet she was still appealing.

Hunter moaned. She was giving him an excellent blowjob. He studied her form and thought, “It always seems to be the case that small breasted woman have such large, long nipples,”

He grasped one and twisted it. She groaned in response so he did it again.

“Stand,” he requested. When she did, he lifted her in the air. She wrapped her slender legs around his waist. One of her hands encircled his neck and the other grasped his dick. She guided it into her soft sex and he slid fully inside her.

He groaned as she gasped, “Pound my pussy. I want it rough.”

He obliged. His powerful hips drove his cock inside her. Her bouncing motion increasing the depth and force of his penetration. She rode him hard and he cradled her lithe body as he pistoned in and out of her. She came first with a cry of exaltation. Then she bit his shoulder. He exploded forcefully inside her and came for what seemed like forever.

^^^

Hunter was making his rounds at the hospital. He stopped by the nurses’ station to pick up a patient’s chart. No one appeared to be around but from behind the counter, he heard a female say, “Damn it. What a mess!”

A manicured hand appeared. It dropped off some pens and disappeared. The hand with red fingernail polish returned with a fistful of paperclips. Finally the whole person, a brown hair female with red highlights appeared. She was holding a stapler and more office supplies. She looked familiar to Hunter, but he couldn’t recall her name.

She spoke first. “Oh sorry doctor, I didn’t see you there. My first day on the job and so far I have managed to spill just about everything, from a cup of coffee to a tray of office supplies. How can I help you?”

“The chart for room 234 please.”

“He must be new,” she thought. “He’s too polite. Most doctors are so full of themselves they never say please and thank you”

She handed over the book. Hunter noticed a white cross painted on top of her dark red fingernail polish. He looked up into her face, into her hazel eyes. She noticed him staring and gave him a second glance. Simultaneously, they both realized they had met at last month’s orgy. Hunter smiled and Gia blushed. She was mortified.

“Thanks,” he said and then he gave her a dazzling smile. “It’s nice to see you again. Since it’s your first day here, let me buy you lunch,”

Gia just stared at him like a deer looking into a headlight. A voice screamed inside her head, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I just got this job and now I have to quit because he knows my secret”.

“Noon. Main cafeteria?” Hunter proposed.

She was unable to respond because she was frozen with fear. Since she didn’t object, he took her silence as tacit agreement. He smiled as he glanced at her chest. He read her name tag “Gia Gallo”. She assumed the arrogant Son of a Bitch was staring at her tits and began to fume.

“Gia,” he said and turned to return to his patients. “See you at lunch,”

^^^

At lunch, Hunter sat in the main cafeteria and ate a tuna salad sandwich while he kept an eye out for Gia. Another nurse stopped by his table and handed him a note. It read “Meet me on the roof. G”.

He wolfed down his sandwich and then went up. Technically the roof was off-limits, but the employees used it when they needed a smoke or just to get some fresh air. There are times when one had to get away from the sickness and despair epidemic inside all hospitals. He opened the door and stepped out onto the gravel-covered, flat roof.

Gia sprang on him. She got in his face, poked him in the chest with a finger and shouted angrily,

“Listen up Dr. Dazzle! I have worked too fucking hard and come too fucking far to have some pretty boy ruin this job for me! We will not be having sex!”

Gia was animated. Her heart was beating rapidly. Her elevated blood pressure caused her face to flush. Her hazel eyes flashed with anger. Hunter was caught off-guard by gaziemir escort her vitriolic attack. He sputtered,

“What?”

Gia continued in a spirited mode.

“I’m not joining your harem. There will not be any BJ’s in the supply closet or quick romps in empty operatories. This girl is not going to be blackmailed into servicing any man. I grew up poor in a down and out neighborhood in South Philly. I’ve had to claw my way out. I’ve got my degree and now I’ve got a good job. I’m no pushover. You mess with me and you’re asking for trouble!”

Hunter was surprised and shocked by her outburst. She had him backpedaling until he was pinned up against an air conditioning duct. He saw her hazel eyes glow. He loved that the fire there matched the passion in her voice. He waited until she finish her rant and then he grabbed her face and kissed her.

Gia was confused. She was expecting an argument. She was even ready for a fight, but not a kiss, especially not one this good. First she was surprised, then she got mad. She attempted to pull away, but he stepped into her as she stepped back. He maintained contact. She tried to pull her head away, but his hands prevented that.

She struggled a bit more and then surrendered. She returned the kiss. He dropped his hands and wrapped his arms around her. They lingered in the kiss. He finally pulled his lips away. He maintained the embrace and said,

“So you think I was planning on blackmailing you into becoming my personal sex slave?”

She nodded. Hunter stepped back from her. He brushed some dirt off his lab coat and continued,

“Due to the minimal time off and the pressure inherent in our jobs, there have been times when I’ve gotten intimate with a female co-worker. But force or blackmail is not my style. If you are worried that I might “out you” for participating in an orgy, let me put your mind at ease. The thought never crossed my mind.”

He gave her a reassuring smile and added, “Trust me. I can keep a secret. It’s my secret too. I’ll be heading off to my first job soon. I don’t plan on penciling in “Attends Orgies” under my list of hobbies.”

Gia was somewhat reassured. She was calming down. However, her breathing and heart rates were still elevated. It was part worry, but some of it was the effect of the kiss. As her fear abated, she noticed she was feeling warm and there was an increased dampness in her sex.

Hunter spoke calmly, “I’ve been told, people are bound by the secrets they share.”

Gia realized she had made a mistake. “Sorry. It’s seems I have jumped to the wrong conclusion,” she said contritely. In a quiet voice she asked, “What do you want?”

“I like you. You’re pretty. I love the way your eyes flash when you’re animated. I think we have a few things in common besides our above average sex drive. I too grew up poor and disadvantage. We’re both in medicine . . . I wanted to have lunch with you to get to know you better. But that option is no longer acceptable.”

Gia felt bad. She had let her temper and her fears ruin the chance to get to know this guy, this good-looking doctor. She sighed sadly.

Hunter was teasing her. He smiled and finished his thought. “Lunch is no longer enough. I have the evening off. I demand you let me take you to dinner tonight.”

“All right,” Gia said demurely with a shy smile.

^^^

After a sip of his gin and tonic, Hunter said, “You were able to put together a pretty good intel report on me earlier. Now that you’ve had more time what else have you learned about me?”

Gia downed half her drink. “Good-looking. Smart. From a small town. Scholarships recipient. Kind to staff. His patients love him. Good doctor.”

He laughed. “My life in 20 words of less.” He paused and added, “You know a little about me, please tell me about you.”

“Oh it’s a typical story. Only daughter raised by single mom in a rough Philly neighborhood, Kensington to be exact. I was smart and lucky. I caught a few breaks. Got an education and I got out.”

“But not unscathed,” he added.

She wondered, “How did he know?” She said, “Of course my life was tough. Whose isn’t? My biggest regret is Mom didn’t live long enough to see me achieve our goal – a college degree and a good job.”

“I heard you earned some scholarships.”

“Yes. I call them my marshmallow scholarships.”

“What?” he asked.

“When I was six, researchers from The University of Pennsylvania came into our neighborhood. They were doing a version of “The Marshmallow Test”. They were studying a subject’s willingness and ability to delay gratification. You know, where they put a marshmallow in front of you and tell you, you can eat it now or if you wait 15 minutes they will give you two marshmallows.”

Hunter nodded. He was familiar with the test. Studies had shown those who can resist the temptation for an immediate reward and wait for the larger or more enduring prize turn sancaktepe escort out to do better in school, jobs and life.

“I’ve read those studies. So that was you!”

“Yes,” she laughed. “Well, I was one of many in the study. Apparently, there were not many of us Kensington kids that did not immediately grab and gobble the marshmallow. I was in the study for years. The prizes changed and the methodology did too. I believe that the study was responsible for me getting an invite to a prestigious all-girls school in Chestnut Hill. Some of the Penn professors had children there. They got me in. Good behavior and good grades earned me a free ride. After graduating from high school, I got a scholarship to the Thomas Jefferson School of Nursing.”

Their dinner was served and the conversation was light as they ate. Gia declined desert. She had a figure to maintain. Afterwards, they strolled on a moonlit street near the art museum. Hunter took the conversation in a more serious direction.

“I, like you, had a troubled childhood. I never knew my father and my mother had drug issues. I was raised by my grandparents. I did well at school and was noticed by people in my town. They supported and encouraged me.

“As I got older they talked to me about becoming a doctor. They said I would be respected, financially secure and I could help everyone in town. I listened, but I had my heart set on playing shortstop for the Pirates. Baseball was going to be my ticket to fortune and fame . . . until I damaged my knee and I could no longer turn a double play.”

Hunter shook his head. His face grimaced as he re-lived the day his boyhood dream died. He finished his confession.

“After that I listened harder when the townsfolk talked to me. I became Doc Wilson’s apprentice. I worked there after school and during the summers. I liked it and they liked me. We struck a deal. They would give me a stipend and pay for my schooling if I would come home and be the town’s next doctor.”

Gia was listening intently. She realized this man had depth, even a soul. She grabbed his arm and pulled him in closer. Her soft boob pressed into his defined bicep. She said,

“So you’re going home soon?”

“Yes.”

“What am I? One last conquest?”

“I guess that depends on you.”

Gia smiled and said, “And you.”

“True. As my Grandmother always said, “Our destiny is in our own hands.”

Gia agreed with that maxim. It had guided her life. She asked herself, “What do I want? A fling or something more substantial?” To someone who had mastered the “Marshmallow Tests” the answer was obvious. She asked,

“Hunter, tell me about your hometown.”

“Like a lot of rural Pennsylvania, logging and mining were the reasons for the town’s existence. The mine has played out and the big hardwoods are long gone. The town gets by on farming and light industry. It’s a pretty place. The town is set in a valley with a river running through it. The town’s small, 1500 people. The main street has some majestic old Victorian houses that were built by the mine owners and the logger barons. One of those houses is for the town doctor. It has an office and clinic on the first floor and living space above.”

“The people are great, real salt of the earth types. High School sports bring the whole town together. It’s not a cosmopolitan place just a nice place to live and raise a family.”

“Do you want kids?”

“Yes. Having grown up without brothers and sisters, I want a family.”

“How many?”

“A passel. I don’t know. More than two, less than a platoon.”

Gia laughed. “So between 3 and what 20? 40? Talk like that is scaring my womb!”

Now it was his turn to laugh. She continued, “Seriously I get you. I was an only child and I too wished I had brothers and sisters. I’d like my kids to have siblings, three to five children seems about right to me.”

She continued, “Seems to me, a man as good-looking as you and a doctor, no less, could have the pick of the litter in New Sweden. Why not marry a local girl?”

Hunter hesitated then said, “I have never been a good boyfriend and I know I will make a terrible husband.” He had her attention so he explained.

“When I was eighteen and a senior in high school, I dated the head cheerleader. Sally was the prettiest, most popular girl in school. We were quite the item. I liked her a lot, but I was frustrated with the limits she imposed on our relationship. We could kiss, but not in public. I could touch her breasts, but not under her bra. No activity what so ever was allowed down below. Every Friday and Saturday night I was required to squire her around. I got no time off to hang out with the guys.”

“Two months into our relationships, I had a severe case of blue-balls. I was ready to end the relationship. I had pretty much told her so. Before I broke up with her, I got a call from her mother. Her husband was out of town, she needed a hand, could I come over . . . Fine. Part of the responsibilities of being a boyfriend. I went on over.”

“Sally’s mother walked me through the house into her bedroom. Soon we were both naked and she took my virginity. We continued to sleep together and have every kind of sex imaginable. She had two conditions for our affair to continue. No one must know and I could not break up with her daughter.”

Dan was generally an early riser and today was no different. Well, except for the one difference that he was naked. He was also sleeping on the floor even though there was a perfect cot which he used whenever he came to this cabin. Both of them were rules enforced by his dominant cousin. Dan was now completely at her mercy and had to do anything she said because he knew she would thrash him silly if he so much as attempted to resist. His buttocks were fine now but they were sore for a long time last night following her smacks.

He still had not fully gotten over this treatment. He was nothing more than a servant — no, a slave — to his cousin. It was not fair! But, there was nothing he could do. Even his own mother would not help him. Even she had smacked him a couple times for being disobedient. But, the good thing, if you could call it that, was that it would be over today. But, then again, he could no longer be an equal to his cousin. He would always be fidgety around her and she would always be bullying him. But, through all that, he still loved his cousin, or for that matter the moms. And, he was sure their feelings toward him had not changed one bit.

Dan completed his business and came back. He stared at his sleeping cousin and he just could not help himself. He walked forward and kissed both her feet before he left the room.

Aunt Jane and mom were still sipping their coffees. As soon as Dan walked him, they snapped their fingers. They just thrust the cups at him and Dan went to get the cups refilled. He then filled his own cup and proceeded to sit on the floor at their feet. Both the adults noted the full hard cock and smiled. The rest of the early morning passed by like a normal family morning. Dan and the moms talked about the drive back home, where to stop for breakfast, etc. All talks were normal family talks albeit with one member naked and with his member raging around and sitting on the floor. With the coffees done, Dan proceeded to wash the cups and also wipe the floor where his mom had spilled a bit. Neither of the adults made any move to offer any help.

Julie walked downstairs an hour later wearing the same skirt from yesterday. Dan immediately went down on all fours kissing her feet. She let him kiss both her feet and sat down on a chair and indicated that Dan bring her coffee. Once he had served, she motioned him to kneel next to her. The moms went over the return trip with Julie and Julie just nodded. Soon, it was time to hit the pond. Julie was still wearing her skirt while going towards the pond. Dan almost asked her about it but held back right in time. He carried the bucket in hand and her clothes in the other. He was careful that he was not hiding his privates in any way. He was not sure if Julie would make good on her threat of continuing his enforced nudity after going back home but he had no intention of find out.

After they were done with the pond- Julie had swum this time with her skirt on while Dan was obviously naked- both of them dried themselves. Julie’s skirt had collected a lot of the sand and Dan was wondering about it. Julie sat on a rock and imperiously beckoned Dan to come forward.

“Kneel.” she said.

Dan knelt down and was immediately pricked at his knees. The pond edge was hard and had lots of small stones. Wincing, Dan settled into it as Julie paid no heed to his troubles.

“Alright, naked boy. Listen to me for some time, and don’t you dare interrupt,” Dan could see that she was quite steely and immediately sensed he was not going to like what he was going to hear. “First of all, Dan, I think we both know how much we love each other. We have been together as cousins/best friends from when we were able to walk and talk. Nothing has changed in that regard. But, we would be fooling each other if we think that the events here have not changed us. Things can no longer go back to perfectly normal. I am sure you have given it a thought as well. We have changed things here. So, what do we do about it?”

Dan just stared at her nervously.

“There is only one solution. If you can’t go north, go east. Since we cannot go back to normal, the only solution is to embrace the abnormal. I am saying, of course that you will continue to remain my slave forever.”

Dan’s world broke in a second. A million thoughts went through his mind. Shouts of “No! No! No!” was ringing in his mind. However, he was mindful enough not to talk. He did not even open his mouth. Julie waited a few seconds to see if he would talk and then continued.

“Look, let’s face it. You are no match to me in a physical fight. If you want, we can try it out. I will even tie both hands behind my back if you wish so. Do you want to try that? Yes or no.”

“No, ma’am.”

“So, with that in mind, I have to say I enjoyed these two days. What is there to not enjoy? I just have to raise my hand and you would be in front of me. Naked, kneeling and ready to do anything I say. Why wouldn’t I want that? It would actually help me a lot. You will clean my room, clear out my trash, wash my clothes, maltepe escort give me foot massages when I come back home tired from Basketball or Football and clean my shoes and so on. If you don’t like it, you can fight it or accept it and you just now made your choice.”

Dan just stared at her with fear and could not speak anything.

“Look, if you still don’t want this, just tell me. I will give this one and only opportunity to you. But, here is the deal. If you refuse, we will no longer be friends. We will no longer be as close as we were. I cannot be friends with anyone so egoistic they wont accept that they are inferior to me.”

Dan interrupted for the first time.

“But, Jul-ma’am, how can I be naked like this back home. What if there are visitors?”

“Obviously, you will not be naked all the time like you are now. But, you will be naked when I tell you to. You will do anything I tell you. And, remember this. I will not hold back one bit. You are my slave and nothing more. I will punish you, abuse you, make you do degrading things, even violate you. That’s right! I said it. This is a lifestyle. Pretty soon, you will be servicing me in many ways with your mouth.”

Those last lines stung him badly. Of course, he was aware of the lifestyle. Men, forced into chastity and pleasuring their wives orally was something he had heard of. Now, it was happening to him. Albeit with his cousin. His mind was on a continuous repeat of “No way! No way!” However, he could not lose Julie. Being the nerd that he was, she was his best and only proper friend. He had other friends at college, but none of them were Julie. In her own way, Julie felt the same towards him as well. He knew that despite this, nothing had changed between them. Suddenly, he looked at her and smiled.

“What are you smiling about?” asked Julie, curiously.

“We both know that you would not ditch me even if I say no.”

It was Julie’s turn to get stung. Dan was right. She knew she had given an empty threat and he knew it too. It was ridiculous to associate the word “smug” with a man who was naked and kneeling in front of her while she remained clothed and seated with her legs crossed in front of him. But, that was what Dan was! The smug bastard! Suddenly, she just wanted to punch his stupid smug face. Thinking of the situation further, she started laughing.

“Maybe that is true. But, I still want this. So, what is the answer?”

Dan pondered. It was a humiliating prospect, but Dan knew he was going to say yes. For one thing, Dan would prefer him to be completely under her control then to be on the tenterhooks around her. This way, he would know what to expect and would not be constantly worried about what she might do to him or the way she felt about it. No matter what, he was not going to lose her and he also knew that she would never go far with him anyway. But, he did not want to go oral on her. Or, anyone for that matter.

“I have no choice in this, ma’am. Of course, I don’t want to be a household bitchboy to anyone, but if I have to be that for someone, I would prefer it to be you. But, going down on you, I don’t think I can do it, ma’am.”

“And, that is exactly why it is an important part of this lifestyle. The looming threat would make you desperate to keep me pleased all the time. And, when I make you do it, it would be great for me. You have to trust me on this. We can hold off on that for a few days, but it is eventually going to happen and the sooner you agree, the better. For now, you will continue to serve me in other ways and do anything I tell you to do. Now, do not get up. Kneel walk towards me, kiss my feet and declare you are my slave forever.”

Dan had no hesitation. The gravel was hurting him but he powered through it to please his mistress. “I ” — kissed left foot — “am ” — kissed right foot — “your” — kissed left foot –“slave,” — kissed right foot –“forever.”

“That is much better.” She started moving back and Dan followed, carrying all the things.

The breakfast was same as lunch and dinner from yesterday with Dan serving all the three women and then eating on the floor. Aunt Jane eventually commented.

“So, Danny boy. Are you looking forward to going back home and ending this?”

Dan tensed and looked at Julie.

“It is not over, mom. Dan is my personal slave from here on out. He will be serving me as I see fit.” Julie said.

Both moms looked at Dan. Julie pre-empted the question. “Obviously, he won’t be naked all the time, but he will be at my beck and call all through the day. You can use him too.”

There was shame and sadness in Dan’s face. But, Julie was not going to sugarcoat his predicament. This was happening, and Dan just had to accept it. After breakfast, Dan finally got what he was waiting for. Julie gave him the thumbs up and Dan scurried upstairs before she could change her mind. Dan wore the same clothes he had worn while coming here and Julie changed into something else as well. When they manavgat escort returned, the moms were suddenly silent. It was obvious they were talking and had stopped when they came in.

The drive back home went normally. The four talked about the college restarting, moms going back to jobs, etc. After lunch, however, Julie raised her legs and placed them on Dan’s lap. Dan spent a good half hour giving Julie a good foot massage. After reaching home, the moms and Julie just smiled at Dan and went to lie down in the living room. Dan spent almost an hour getting the luggage inside, placing the utensils back in the kitchen and doing the laundry (which, admittedly was a smaller load since he did not have to wash his own set of clothes owing to the fact that, well, he did not use them. No, he was forced to not use them). At least, they had allowed him to be clothed now.

Dan was not entirely new to this. He was used to being bullied at school and in college. In many cases, it was Julie who had put a stop to it. He remembered how she had brutally thrashed Kevin, one of his tormentors. Kevin had been limping around for a week after that and he never disturbed Dan again. Others, too, were wary of him since then. Now, Julie herself was pushing him around and he did not mind that. What he was worried about was, he knew that, eventually, he would be going down on Julie. He knew she was not kidding around there. Especially, now that she did not have a boyfriend. He had no clue how he was going to eventually handle that. He forced himself to concentrate on his current tasks. When he was done, he went into the hall where the others were sleeping (the rooms were not clean), laid down, and fell asleep almost immediately.

Julie woke up almost as soon as Dan slept. She smiled at him, kissed his forehead and went to the kitchen. Both moms were there, and, once again, they stopped talking when Julie came in.

Dan woke up later in the evening. He and Julie went out to play Basketball with two of their neighbors, Charlie and Maggie. The two girls were far better players and the boys were just supporting their teammate and eventually, Dan and Julie won. They had some snacks and went back home.

That night, Dan was relieved at finally having some food properly on a chair and table. He had no illusions, though. He was the one who set the table and he was the one who cleared the plates. Once they had dinner, Dan and Julie made to go to their rooms when the moms stopped them.

The moms sat on the sofa and motioned Julie to sit. They then turned to Dan.

Aunt Jane said to Dan. “Strip and kneel.” Once again, the dismissive tone which Julie loved.

Dan did not hesitate for more than a second. He removed of all his clothes and kept them on the sofa next to his mother. Smack! Full force smack at his bottom from his mother.

“Fold the clothes, properly.”

“Sorry, mom.” Dan folded the clothes and then went to kneel in front of them with Julie sitting amused on the side chair.

“What is going on, mom? Aunt Ann?” Julie asked, curiously.

“Cuff him first.” Julie got the cuffs and cuffed his hands behind his back. She was careful to ensure his hands did not cover his butt as she pushed him back into a kneeling position.

“Do you guys remember the discussion we had about sharing the household work and letting the maid go. Well, we let her go but the housework is not split. We are still doing all the work.” Aunt Jane said, looking darkly at both of them.

Dan and Julie smiled sheepishly at each other.

“That stops today. From here on, we do only the cooking around here. We had assigned each of you to different things and clearly, it did not work. So, now, apart from cooking, all other jobs will go to you, naked boy.”

Dan just nodded as Julie jeered.

“And you,” mom turned to her.

Julie thought “Oh boy! This can’t be good.” as she looked at her.

“You will be in charge of him. He is your slave after all. So, any mistakes he makes, it is your allowance which will take a hit. His allowance will always be in full and you cannot bully it from him. It is your job to ensure that he does all the cleaning, washing, etc and that he does it properly. I don’t care how you do it and how you punish him. But, every time I or Ann am disappointed with his work, your allowance will be cut.”

Curses! Curses! Curses!

Mothers! Trust them to ruin even things like this. Dan would be the slave and yet, I would be the one with more on my mind. I could not lose my allowance or have it cut down either, anytime.

“Don’t worry, mom. Incidentally, I have the perfect punishment for him that will make him do all his work properly all the time. Am I right, naked boy?”

Dan knew what she was talking about.

“Yes, ma’am.” he said meekly.

“We will see about that.” Aunt Jane continued. “Do you have any questions, naked boy?”

“What will I be doing, Aunt Jane?” asked Dan.

“You will be up by utmost 6. şişli escort We wake up at 5:30 to do the dishes but it can wait until 6. That will be your first task every morning. Clearing up the dishes. When we wake up, you will bring us the coffee. Oh! And, you will be naked for these two tasks.”

“Don’t worry, mom. He will be sleeping naked from now on and so, this won’t be a trouble.”

“I will?” asked Dan. He then bit himself.

“Stand up” said Julie.

Dan stood up, resigned to what was going to happen.

“Never” — SMACK, “ow” — “question” – SMACK, “ow” — “my” — SMACK – “sorry” — SMACK — “orders” — SMACK — “again” — SMACK, “sorry, ma’am. I am so sorry.”

Julie went back to sit on the chair and Dan knelt again. He was now wincing.

Aunt Jane continued as though there was no interruption.

“You will then give a quick run over with the broom. Once you have swept, you can wear some clothes and take out the trash. Probably just some underwear. Or, come to think of it-” she was interrupted by Ann.

“You are not sending my son outside naked. No matter what.” Ann said firmly.

Dan was thankful to his mother.

“Ok, fine. Anyway, you will be the last to take bath. That will make it easier for you to wear something when you wash and dry the clothes. Serve us breakfast, have some yourself and go to college.”

“Once you return from college, you will thoroughly sweep and wipe the house. You will pick up the dried clothes, fold and place them back. The sooner you do this, the sooner you can go out and play. As for the nights, you will be at our beck and call and do whatever we tell you.”

Three or four days ago Dan would have been mortified at all this. The full reality of being a household slave was still hitting him. But, he was now accepting anything thrown at him, not that he had a choice. Through all this, he had always felt bad that he did not help his mother or his aunt on the household chores and he almost felt it better this way that it was thrown at him, so he did not have to think about it or decide. And, despite his obvious predicament, it was still funny to think that Julie could miss her allowance because of him.

Aunt Jane concluded. “Well, that’s about it. You can go to your room now. From tomorrow, your ass is ours.”

Julie interjected. “Actually, I have some work for him. My room will obviously be a mess. He will clean it and sleep on the floor there tonight. Before that, however.” she turned to Dan. “Naked boy. Kneel-walk forward and kiss mom and Aunt Ann’s feet and tell them that you are their servant forever.” Shen then turned to the adults. “Remember, he is your servant, but he is my slave. This means, I have the highest authority on him.”

“And, what does that mean? Where is the line?” Aunt Jane asked.

Julie was stumped by the question. Both moms started to giggle and even Dan smiled.

“I don’t know.” Julie said to her mother. “And you, what are you smiling about? Get on with it.”

Aunt Jane said “No need to say anything. Just kiss each of our feet and leave.”

Dan kneel-walked — naked and cuffed – on the cold hard floor. He kissed Aunt Jane’s feet first. He then moved towards his mother. The hard floor was making him wince with every step. He kissed her left foot first and then kissed her right foot.

Ann stood up. She lifted him up as well and hugged him. She then turned him around, smacked his ass and sent him forward. Aunt Jane hugged him too and also ruffled his hair a bit before smacking his ass. I beckoned him to follow me.

As Julie had predicted, the room needed cleaning. She uncuffed him and he spent some time clearing the room and making the bed. She then bolted the door.

“Alright, naked boy. It looks as if I will need your services earlier than I thought.”

Dan’s eyes filled with horror. He immediately went down on his knees.

“Please, ma’am. Please not that. I don’t like doing that.” He then realized he had refused her and became even more scared. The abject fear in his eyes made Julie momentarily feel a little ashamed.

Julie steeled herself. “Sit.” she said.

Dan made to sit on the floor but Julie pushed him to sit on the bed. She then sat next to him and put her arm around him.

“Do you like blow jobs?” she asked.

They previously had had a lot of conversations like this. Hell, they used to swim and play naked together, so this question should not have been a surprise. But Dan still jumped a little at the question.

“I do. Never had one, though.” he replied.

“Same here. I mean, I like having a guy perform orally and my boyfriends have done that as well. I can never understand why men think it is OK to want oral but never ready to give. Tell me, what is your problem? What is good for the Goose is good for the gander, remember?”

Dan had no answer to that. He wondered whether he could give her an excuse that she was a cousin. But he knew she would see right through it.

“No answer? Good! Now, go get the blindfold.”

As Dan went out, Julie felt the most powerful in her life. When this had started out, she had done because she was angry. Now, it was different. Power was a seductive mistress and Julie was feeling her! She was already getting tingly down there and Dan was going to help her with that. The fact that he did not want to do it only increased her feeling.

A huge thank you goes to Mused, for all his help with this. ~Chargergirl

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“I don’t think I like her very well,” Alicia confessed.

Elizabeth turned her head towards her best friend and laughed. “What? You don’t like who very well?” Elizabeth, momentarily distracted by Samantha, had missed most of Alicia’s comment.

“Stephanie! Duh, Elizabeth.”

The girls were sitting on the front porch at Brett and Elizabeth’s place talking about Alicia’s brother, Dave, and his latest girlfriend. It was a beautiful, warm late October day and the girls were outside enjoying the afternoon sunshine. Baby Sammi was lying in the Moses basket at Elizabeth feet. She was fat and happy and in love with her toes, for the moment. She gurgled and drooled with glee, as she stuffed half her foot in her mouth.

“Why don’t you like her, Alli? She seemed kind of nice to me.” Elizabeth had met Stephanie two weeks ago, at the eightieth birthday party for Alicia’s Grandma Ruth.

“Yeah, she seemed nice because my parents were there, and Grandma. She’s an ass-kisser if there ever was one. Stephanie, not Grandma.”

Elizabeth laughed again. “I knew who you meant, you dope. How long have they been together, anyway?”

“Like years, at least.” Alicia snorted with a wave of her hand.

“Alli, seriously. It can’t be more than a couple of months.” Elizabeth had learned to count on Alicia’s exaggerations.

“Well, it seems like years,” she grumbled, and then added quietly, “to me, anyway.” Dave’s home had once been a refuge for Alicia when she needed to get away from their parents, when she needed her space. Until recently, he’d been happy to have her.

While she loved Mom and Dad with all her heart, sometimes they were just too much. “Alicia Anne, when will you be home?”, “Alicia Anne, don’t forget to study”, “Alicia Anne, you need to get your sleep, lights out”. For Christ sake, she was nineteen years old! She would have moved out and gotten her own place, but going to college full-time made that impossible.

“I never go over to David’s anymore, Elizabeth. He never lets me because she’s almost always there.” In that respect, Alicia was not exaggerating. Stephanie had pretty much taken up residence at Dave’s house. Little sister wasn’t very welcome when big brother had a woman around.

“You know you’re always welcome here, Alli, anytime, and you don’t even have to call.”

“I know Elizabeth, and thanks. But I don’t want to get in the way. Brett will get sick of me if I’m here too much.”

Elizabeth could only roll her eyes at that. “If he hasn’t gotten sick of you by now, I doubt he ever will.” It was true, and Alicia knew it. She and Elizabeth had been best friends, inseparable their entire lives, just like Brett and Dave. “Besides, Sammi loves her Aunt Alli; you’re such a huge help with her, and Brett understands that. Alli, what–hey, are you crying? Alicia, look at me.”

Alicia wiped at her eyes, feeling silly for crying in front of Elizabeth. She felt the way she felt for a reason yet was reluctant to tell her friend, for the moment, anyway.

From behind came a deep male voice, “Want me to talk to him?”

Elizabeth and Alicia whipped around to see Brett. He’d managed to come up behind the girls without them realizing it.

Alicia groaned. She wondered how much of the conversation Elizabeth’s brother had heard. She definitely didn’t want David to know she was complaining about Stephanie, by bemoaning the fact that David no longer had time for his little sister; she’d rather stick needles in her eyes. “You better not say anything to him, Brett. I’ll never hear the end of it. If I hear how wonderful Stephanie is, just one more time, I swear I’ll vomit.” Alicia buried her face in her hands, releasing another snort.

Brett and Elizabeth exchanged a glance and a frown.

“I don’t get it,” Elizabeth said, as she joined Brett for dinner later that evening. Samantha was in her little bouncy seat at the end of the table, busy making faces at herself in the hanging mirror.

“Don’t get what? Damn, Elizabeth, what did you do to this?” Brett asked, chewing a piece of meat.

“Is it that horrible?” Elizabeth thought the pot roast looked and smelled fine to her.

“Oh my God, no, it’s great!” Brett said, through a mouthful of mashed potatoes and gravy. He turned his attention to the glazed carrots.

“Thanks. Mrs. Parker told me what to do.” Brett and Elizabeth had grown very close to the Parkers, Dave and Alicia’s parents, after their own parents had literally disowned them. The siblings weren’t sure if the true nature of their relationship was known to the Parkers. Brett thought the Parkers suspected something. Elizabeth wasn’t as sure.

“So what don’t you get?” Brett repeated. He took a sip of water from the green Coke glass perched next to his plate.

“Oh, Alicia. She’s being weird about Stephanie. I mean, I can understand that she feels shut out, sort of. But it’s not like Dave’s never had a girlfriend before. What’s this one make, like tuzla escort a hundred?”

Brett rolled his eyes. “Hardly, Elizabeth, it’s only ninety-five. Seriously, doesn’t Alli realize he’ll be done with Stephanie in a month or so?”

“I don’t know. He was pretty goofy-acting around Stephanie at Grandma Ruth’s party. He’s not usually like that.”

“Do you think she’s jealous?” Brett wondered.

“Maybe. Dave sure doesn’t spend any time with her anymore. I remember that when you had a girlfriend, I was always last on your list of people you wanted to be around.”

“I didn’t have that many, Elizabeth.”

Elizabeth pretended not to hear. “Gerri McBride. You called me Sprite in front of her once, and she never called me by anything else ever again.” Sprite had been Brett’s little girl nickname for his sister. Fourteen-year-old Elizabeth had been supremely annoyed to hear anyone other than her big brother call her Sprite. That Halloween, Elizabeth and Alicia had covered Gerri’s car in shaving cream and toilet paper. Afterward, they laughed harder than they ever had in their lives.

Elizabeth wondered if Brett had ever figured out who messed Gerri’s car.

“You don’t think Alli’s…you know, with Dave, do you?” Brett frowned.

“You mean, like us?”

Brett nodded.

“No, but I’m getting weird vibes from her; that’s for sure.”

“That would be just too strange.” Brett forked in the last of the pot roast and potatoes. “That was so good.” He leaned over and kissed Elizabeth.

Elizabeth toyed with her napkin, twisting the corner into a point. “Do you think we’re strange, Brett?”

“Nope, only you, sweet sister.” He laughed at his own joke, then rose and took their plates to the sink. “I’m going to take Sam for a walk. You want to come?”

“Yeah! Let me put this stuff away, while you get her ready.”

Brett put the baby in her pajamas while Elizabeth cleaned up. Elizabeth fed Sam before they left. She hoped Sam would fall asleep on their walk; because she wanted some time alone with Brett when they returned.

The late October evening was gorgeous. The brightness of the full hunter’s moon lit their way down the street. Fallen leaves crunched under their feet as they walked along, with Brett pushing the stroller. It was still warm, for being so late in the day. The entire season had been unusually warm.

Elizabeth loved the fall; it was her favorite time of the year. Quite a few people had pumpkins out on their porches, she noticed. She and Brett had already bought theirs at the farmer’s market. Halloween was only a week away.

Samantha was out like a light by the time they returned. She was such a good little baby. At only four months old, she was already sleeping through the night for her parents. Brett carefully picked her up and carried her down the hall to the bedroom. Samantha still slept in the pretty wicker bassinet that had been a gift from the elder Parkers. She’d have to switch to a full-size crib, before too much longer.

Brett placed her down gently and tucked the lightweight blanket around her torso.

He turned to find a partially clothed Elizabeth lying on the bed. Shirtless and braless, she had left her jeans and panties to be removed. A task thoghtfully reserved for Brett. He ambled over to her, wearing a knowing smile on his face; he knew his little sister well, and he knew what she wanted.

Elizabeth’s tummy did a little flip flop as she watched him undress. That smile of his and the glint in his eyes, they both still made her quiver inside.

Ten seconds later, her jeans and panties were a faded memory, lying in a crumpled heap on the floor, and Elizabeth was spread-eagle on her back with Brett’s face buried between her legs.

Brett licked at her engorged clitoris; it was swollen and hot. He nipped and stroked it with the skill of a man who knew his lover well. Elizabeth’s pussy was slick with her arousal. She wanted him inside her right then and there, but Brett made her wait. He was enjoying himself far too much to give in just yet.

“Brett!” Elizabeth hissed. She pushed at his shoulders. “Brett, come on! Ohhhh yeah, oh God, Brett. I’m going to cum if you don’t stop!”

“Then why would I do a silly thing like that?” He laughed and looked up the length of her body. He went back to his task. Her scent, her taste, and the way her thighs clenched and unclenched were thoroughly intoxicating.

A few more circles of his tongue were all it took for Elizabeth to grind her pussy into his face. Brett knew she was close to orgasm. His hand stole up to the juncture of her thighs. One finger eased its way in, followed by a second.

Elizabeth started to thrash her head from side to side on the pillow. Brett’s fingers stroking inside her, and his tongue licking and sucking on her clit drove her right to the edge. He then shoved her over. She grabbed the other pillow and slammed it over her face. She screamed as the orgasm pulsed through her.

Elizabeth pendik escort was barely able to catch her breath before Brett moved between her legs. With a trust born from more than just being lovers, Elizabeth opened herself and submitted to him fully. As always, she held nothing back. Brett filled her completely, stretching her, but never hurting her.

Brett gazed down into Elizabeth’s eyes as he moved within her. Everytime they made love, it was so incredible, so special. He thought back to when he had almost lost her. She had nearly died giving birth; Samantha had nearly died. He felt the familiar pricking sensation behind his eyes as the tears threatened. He would never let either one of them go, not now, not ever; he would rather slit his own wrists.

Elizabeth cupped Brett’s face in her palms and drew his head down. She kissed him deeply. She started moving her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her hands moved down to grasp his butt, squeezing, trying to drive him deeper.

They were there together in their own private world, where nothing could come between them. Everything they had been through in the past, and everything they would face in the future, faded into nothingness, as they joined.

Brett buried his face in Elizabeth’s neck. He groaned as he came, his gut clenching and his chest heaving. “Ah hell, Elizabeth.” He rolled on his back, pulling her over onto his chest. “Did you cum?” he asked in a ragged whisper.

Elizabeth raised her head and looked up at Brett. She smiled shyly and shook her head. “Not…not right now, but I did a bit ago.” She didn’t add ‘obviously.’

“Damn, I’m sorry I couldn’t hold back. I tri–“

Elizabeth covered his mouth with her palm and shook her head. “Hush, you more than satisfied me.” She laid her head back down and raked her fingers through the dark curls covering his chest.

Brett arranged the covers over them as best he could, a task made more difficult with Elizabeth draped over him. They would fall asleep that way, they always did after making love, but some time during the night they would separate, their bodies questing for a deeper sleep.

“Alicia Anne, did you just get home?” Blaire Parker stuck her head through the partially open bedroom door.

Alicia looked up and smiled at her mom. “Yeah, I was with Elizabeth.”

“Studying for your test on Monday?”

“Yep.” Alicia noticed her mom slip the rest of her body through the doorway. She groaned inwardly. Here it comes, she thought.

“So how are Brett, Elizabeth and Samantha?”

“Fine, Mom, they’re fine. They send their love,” Alicia nodded for emphasis.

“You’ve been over there a lot lately. Haven’t been forgetting your homework, now; have you?”

Alicia couldn’t hold back a sigh. “Hardly, how could I?”

“Now Alicia, there’s no need to take that tone. Dad and I just want you to do well with your studies. You’re so smart, and you have the ability to go so far with your life…”

There was more, but Alicia had fine-tuned the art of selective hearing. As her mother droned on, Alicia’s thoughts turned to her brother. She wondered what he was up to that evening. He was probably with Stephanie. Normally, after one of her mom’s lectures, Alicia would pick up the phone and call him. Now, she wasn’t sure she should do that. When she talked to him lately, he seemed so distracted, leaving her with the feeling that he was only humoring her. That really hurt. They’d been so close in the past.

Alicia could sense an ever-widening gulf eroding her bond with David. The harder she tried to get close, the further he pushed her away. Two weeks ago, the party for Grandma Ruth had been torture, especially with Stephanie there.

“Well, goodnight, dear.”

Her mother’s words yanked Alicia back to the present. Bending forward, she accepted her mom’s kiss on the cheek. Alicia loved her mom; she really did, but sometimes her mom could be so overbearing. “Night, Mom. I love you.”

“You, too. Now, get some sleep; you need your rest.”

As her mother retreated out the door, Alicia smiled benevolently and nodded, saying yes, she would do just that. She wanted to say that tomorrow was Sunday; it didn’t matter when she went to bed. Instead, she reached for her cordless phone and dialed Dave’s number. He answered on the first ring.

“Hey David,” she greeted him quietly.

“Oh hey, how are ya?” He didn’t need to ask who it was; he would have known her voice anywhere.

The distance was in his voice. He couldn’t, or wouldn’t, disguise it. Alicia shut her eyes, trying so hard to block it out. “I’m OK.” It was a lie, but what the hell, she doubted he’d notice. There was a time, not too long ago, when her brother would have noticed the slightest variation in her tone, be it happy or sad.

In the background, Alicia heard a soft feminine voice ask, “Who is it, Dave?” Alicia’s heart fell to her knees. She heard her brother mutter, “Alicia.”

He called her Alicia, not Alli, maltepe escort not even Alligator, the pet name he’d created for his little sister. Alicia pretended to be annoyed when he called her Alligator, but she secretly loved it.

“What’s up?” Dave asked her.

“I was just wondering what you were up to, I guess. I just wanted to call and say hi, I haven’t seen you in a while.”

Guilt, he felt it in his heart. It was true he’d been avoiding her, yet was unable to admit to himself exactly why. “I know, I–I’m sorry, Alicia. I guess I’ve been kind of busy. I’ll be there tomorrow night for dinner, though.”

“OK. Are you…you know, will you be alone?” Alicia asked tentatively. Almost immediately, she wanted to kick herself for asking.

There was a pause; Dave replied softly with his own question, “Do you want me to be?”

For a tiny moment, for one brief second, the distance was gone, and Alicia felt close to her brother again. The moment was shattered when the feminine voice in the background urged, “Dave, come on.”

“I’ve gotta go Alicia. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

There was frustration in his voice that Alicia hadn’t heard before. She wanted to ask him what was wrong, but he told her to have a good night, before hanging up.

“So what did little sister want this time?” Stephanie’s question was accompanied by a frown that he didn’t much care for.

They had just finished having sex when Alicia called, and Dave knew Stephanie had been most put off by the intrusion. Stephanie had never been thrilled by the siblings’ closeness. Dave often used Stephanie’s attitude as an excuse to avoid his sister. The real reason he avoided Alicia was unacceptable to him.

“Nothing, just to…nothing.” Dave shook his head, trying not to think of the tall, pretty blond girl he’d just hung up on. He knew how much he was hurting Alicia. He didn’t have to see her face to know; he could hear it in her voice. He turned to Stephanie and pulled her close, feeling her large breasts mash against his bare chest. “I know what I want.”

Trying to shove thoughts of Alicia out of his head, Dave took Stephanie again, and he wasn’t gentle, not that Stephanie seemed to mind in the least. He pushed her over on her stomach and lifted her hips in the air. She was wet and gaping, with his semen still leaking out from their earlier escapade. Thank god she’s on the pill, Dave thought as he entered her. That wasn’t his only thought, though. That same pretty blond girl kept invading his mind as he pounded into Stephanie, Eventually, it was the pretty blond girl on her hands and knees in front of him. He squeezed his eye shut tightly, uselessly trying to block the vision.

“Fuck!” He yelled as he came, filling Stephanie’s pussy with even more sperm. “Son of a bitch,” he muttered as he pulled out and flopped over on his back. Stephanie curled up next to him and laid her head against his shoulder.

“Mmm, that was so nice,” she purred, stroking his arm with her fingers.

Dave wanted to pull away. Actually, he wanted to shove her away, but he didn’t. He liked Stephanie a lot. She was a remarkable sight, but she wasn’t tall, and she wasn’t blond. And she didn’t hold his heart.

Blaire Parker expected a perfectly set table at all meals. So the next afternoon, as Alicia set the table, she was so intent on lining up the forks that she didn’t hear her brother arrive, didn’t see him watching her from the archway to the dining room.

As Dave stood watching Alicia, he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked, even dressed as simply as she was. She wore a light blue tank top beneath an unbuttoned white dress shirt and close-fitting jeans that made her long legs seem even longer. Her hair was pulled back into a single French braid that showed off the diamond stud earrings their parents had given her on her eighteenth birthday. Loose wisps of hair hung down, making an already lovely face even more so.

Alicia finished the table and turned to see her brother standing in the archway. It had been two weeks since she’d seen him, the longest stretch of time she could remember. It felt like an eternity to her. He looked the same, even though, somehow, she thought he’d look different.

“Hi, David.” She hadn’t meant for the words to come out as a mere whisper.

He moved to enfold her in his arms; he couldn’t resist. Her own arms wrapped around his waist. “Hey Alli. How are you?”

Better now, she wanted to say, but didn’t. “I’m fine. And you?”

They disentangled themselves, but remained standing there face to face. Well, almost. Alicia was tall for a girl, her height above average at five nine, but Dave still had to look down at her. They took after their dad height wise; though, Alicia had inherited her tiny waist from their mother.

“Doing OK,” he said with a nod. “You look nice.” He reached up and tucked a wisp of hair behind her ear.

Alicia looked down at herself, then back up at Dave and smiled. “Thanks.”

“Smells good in here, what’s Mom cooking?”

“Roasted chicken, squash, her stuffing–“

“Mom made her stuffing?”

Alicia nodded. She knew how much he loved their mom’s stuffing. She loved it, too. A glance at the TV showed the football teams running onto the field. “The game’s starting. We can watch it for a while,” Alicia suggested. “Dinner won’t be ready for an hour or so.”

The feedback I received both by email and on Lit has persuaded me to write a sequel.

I will ask a similar question. Should I take this further and examine the aftermath? It’s in you the readers’ hands!

Again I have photos of what I was wearing so if you want them, send me some interesting feedback

Thanks

Sammi x

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Both James’ and Sammi’s hearts were pounding and their pulses racing as they ended the kiss. Their anticipation of what was surely about to happen reached new heights as they walked slowly across the large, marble tiled poolside towards the ostentatiously luxurious villa in the hills behind Marbella in Spain. His arm was round her shoulders; his fingers were gently stroking her bare arm. Hers was round his waist; she was softly squeezing his hip. Her head was resting on his chest. They reached the house, went in through the floor to ceiling patio doors closing them behind them and embraced. It was dark and welcomingly cool in the house. Their mouths met and again they kissed. It was as deep and long and as adventurous and passionate as before, but now they were more relaxed for they knew the other would accept and respond to the embrace and kiss. They had more time to explore and convey their intent, desire, arousal and sexual need for each other. But at last they broke.

“Oh my God Sammi” James groaned holding her head against his chest.

“What is it dad?” She queried as foreboding built up in her.

“This is so wrong” he muttered stroking her golden hair and revelling in the feel of his daughter’s slim, youthfully firm, but womanly rounded, nearly nineteen year old body against his.

“No, no it can’t be wrong” she said panicking a little, taking his face in her hands and planting little kisses on his cheeks, chin and lips.

“But it is, I am your father for fuck’s sake.”

“And I am your daughter for fuck’s sake” she retorted.

“I’m sorry Sam.”

“For what?”

“For what I have done.”

“It’s not what you have done dad, it’s us, both of us together. It’s what we have done.”

James was so worried at what they were doing, but also so pleased. He had become increasingly sexually interested in his daughter over the past few months. The seminal moment for this had been at her eighteenth birthday party when they had been dancing and he had got an erection. During the last few months as Sammi waited to go to university the atmosphere had become nearly unbearable for both of them. There had been so many times when something happened, a glance, a touch, standing very close together even a word that made one or the other of them or both want more to happen. But nothing had. They were too concerned and too worried about getting it wrong, about reading the signals and the other’s interests incorrectly.

But more was happening now.

“Oh Sammi are you sure?” James asked pulling her even closer and kissing her again.

He was a good kisser. He knew that, after all he’d had loads of practice with both Kelly, his wife Sammi’s mother, and a host of other women over the years. Sammi had never been kissed like it before. The way he used his mouth, lips and tongue, the way he sucked on her lips, nibbled them and the tip of her tongue and the way he investigated the inside of her mouth probing and plunging with his tongue was completely new and incredibly arousing for her.

Hanging onto his neck tightly she ground her slim body against his and moaned. “Oh dad, oh, oh, yes,yes.”

Her modest breasts were squashed against his chest and were pulled more firmly to it by the pressure James was applying from his hands on her back and waist. That pressure and her own movement were also crushing her flat stomach against the outline of her father’s erection, which reared straight up his stomach. To Sammi it felt as beautiful as it felt big. The two guy’s she’d slept with since she was eighteen she was sure were much smaller than her father.

“Are you sure Sammi, are you sure my darling?”

“Yes dad, yes Jamie” she said using the name she had coined for him over the last year or so. “I am so totally sure.”

James hand found his daughter’s buttocks. He squeezed the deliciously soft, yet firm cheek sending tremors of desire through her; none of the young guys she had petted or been to bed with had done that and she loved it. She slid her fingers inside his dark blue, short-sleeved shirt causing some buttons to burst open so that his chest was as good as bare. She ran her fingers through the hairs and across his nipples. That felt good for both of them. They resumed their kiss. As they discovered their own particular way and pattern of kissing so their bodies became attuned to each other. So they became closer and so what was hers became his and what was his became hers. They went through that magic and so special spell of their bodies seemingly fusing together and becoming one. Sammi’s breasts became part of James chest, their thighs fused into one mass of smooth flesh and his erection, which was at the centre of their erotic coupling, became part of Sammi’s göztepe escort stomach.

James hand at last, almost as an afterthought, almost as if he had forgotten about it earlier and almost as if it wasn’t that important, found Sammi’s breast. Confirming instantly what he had suspected, well had known really, that she wasn’t wearing a bra, he cupped it and squeezed it making Sammi groan, push herself against the hand and revel in the sensational feelings that her father was causing to roar through her young body.

This time the kiss went on and on. This time it was accompanied by their investigative hands; his caressing her breasts and buttocks’ hers his chest and bum. And this time it was also accompanied by them using their body on their partner; Sammi’s breasts squirming against James’ bare chest and his erection thrusting gently yet persistently and enquiringly against her pubic mound and stomach. As much as his surging dick was asking questions of his daughter, her tummy squirming back against his rigidness was giving her father all the answers he had dreamed of for so long. His movements were asking if he could fuck her, hers were demanding that he did just that.

Sammi or their movements had slipped James’ shirt over his shoulders and removing his arms one by one from her body he shrugged it off. It then hit him just how chilly it was and he realised that the air conditioning would have been roaring away all day. He also realised that there were no lights on in the house and that the room was only very dimly lit from the patio lamps.

“Let’s go upstairs” he whispered into her ear.

Smiling, her extreme nervousness now gone, she replied. “Mmmmm I thought you would never ask.”

“Let me get some light in here and turn the AC down.”

His erection ballooning in his white shorts James fiddled with the panel just inside the front door and all the lights came on and the AC went off.

“Bloody thing” he growled as Sammi put her arms round her father caressed his chest and kissed his back. “Mmmm that’s lovely love.”

After several more attempts he got the main lights off, the lamps alight dimly and the air turned diwn.

“Well done daddy” Sammi said taking his hand and pulling him towards the stairs. At the top she stopped and said coquettishly. “Daddy darling your room or mine?”

“I don’t care as long as you are in it with me.”

“Let’s go to your room that will make me feel less naughty than asking a strange man to my room.”

“Am I strange?”

“As in stranger I meant.”

“Well I am certainly not that I’m your father” James replied as he opened the door to the large bedroom and Sammi squeezed past and went and sat on the bed.

“I meant stranger as in sexually” Sammi said very seriously.

The combination of seeing the bed, Sammi sitting on it with her short, blue skirt up round the top of her legs and him saying about being her father suddenly got to him. ‘Fuck can I do this? Can we carry it through? What will it be like after tonight after tomorrow, when we get home, next week, next month, next year? Can I really make love to Sammi, can I really have an affair with my daughter? James’ mind was bombarded with all these thoughts as he realised his messing around with the computerised setting on the control panel had lit the numerous lamps romantically dimly and was making the glorious violin concertos play in the bedroom; not such a useless old fart he thought turning and looking at the vision sitting on the bed, sitting on his bed or, would it be their bed.

Even as James was contemplating committing incest with his daughter he was ironically also thinking of her best interests. He was only too aware that what they had done so far and certainly what was on the cards for tonight were totally life changing events obviously for him, but even more so for his, nearly nineteen year old daughter.

He went and sat beside her on the bed. He put his arm round her and nuzzled her hair.

“Darling” he started squeezing the golden, freckled flesh on her shoulder.

“Yes Jamie” she mumbled back feeling far more comfortable using that term of endearment than her relationship one of dad. She rested her head on his bare chest and her hand on his leg just above his knee. That was like an electric shock to him and he almost changed his mind.

“You know that this is considered to be wrong by most of society don’t you?” James started fighting the temptation to grasp her hand and push it up his leg and onto his cock.

Sammi had been expecting this and in a way welcomed it. As usual with any aspect of her life she felt a need to have the rules laid out, the parameters explained the boundaries agreed. On one level this could be a one off, a one night stand as she had nearly had many times, yet on the other it could be longer-term. It could be her and James just being fuckbuddies yet, it could also be them become partners and, she shuddered as the thought hit home, her replacing Kelly in James’ life.

Sammi welled çorlu escort up, she nearly started to cry. She wrapped her arms round her father and looking up at him moaned.

“Oh yes dad, yes I know it is, but can it be so wrong?

James stroked her hair. “Well darling society says it is and it is still illegal between parents and child.”

“But we both want to” she blurted out. “You do want to make love to me don’t you da.. er Jamie?”

“Oh Sammi I do, so much, so very very much.”

“Then it can’t be wrong.”

“I know, oh I don’t know I am so confused” James went on as Sammi ran her fingers over his chest, across each of his nipples and down onto the flatness of his upper stomach by his waist. “It’s of……er…. no sorry never mind” James went on loving the feel of Sammi’s fingers on his skin. He ran his hand down her back slightly inside the white, low cut top with the thin straps one of which had slipped off her shoulder; that seemed so incredibly sexy to James. As he tried to work out what he wanted to say to his daughter his fingertips idly caressed where her bra strap would have been had she have been wearing such an unnecessary garment. That reminded him of when they had danced together at her eighteenth birthday party when she was wearing a bra and he had got an erection.

“What is it dad? Tell me” Sammi almost ordered her father.

“There are so many things to consider.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well what happens after. How do we handle that?”

“What the future?” She asked feeling excited yet relieved that they were talking this way.

“Yes I have to consider so many different eventualities and situations” that annoyed the somewhat spoiled little rich bitch.

Pulling away from James so their upper bodies were no longer touching she stared at him. “Dad this is not a fucking building project, we are talking about us making love.”

“I’m sorry Sam” James sighed. “I am really sorry.”

“I know and I have been thinking the same.”

“What about what happens next and the future?” James asked.

“Yes, it does concern and worry me as well” Sammi said snuggling up to her father again and replacing her hand so wonderfully suggestively he thought on his waist.

“Of course it does and that worries me as well, I don’t want to ruin your life, it’s you I am thinking of more than me.”

That made Sammi feel so good. Her dad always had been so considerate and thoughtful and had looked out for her.

“You won’t ruin it dad, in fact I would feel it’s more likely to be ruined if we don’t make love than if we do” she whispered edging her fingertips into waist of James’ shorts and nearly reaching the tip of his staggeringly hard erection.

Sammi’s words hit home hard to James. It was the first time either of them had actually verbalised what they were thinking of doing; making love. God that sounded so wonderful, so exciting, so arousing and he had to admit so absolutely right. What Sammi had said about not making love ruining it also struck a chord with James for that was exactly how he really felt. He was convinced now that he wanted to have a sexual relationship with his daughter; not just have sex, but a longer-term, intimate involving, consuming and he now felt able to accept loving relationship with her.

“Darling are you prepared for all the ramifications if we do?” James asked cuddling Sammi’s body tighter to his.

Sammi knew then that they would have sex. When someone asks such a question they already have the answer for there is no real answer to such a rhetorical question.

“We don’t know the ramifications do we so how can we be prepared?” Sammi’s quick mind prompted her to say.

“True” James stammered slightly nonplussed, but enormously excited at the way the conversation was going.

“So we will confront them as they come about dad. “Welcome to the now generation; we’ll do fine” Sammi said as simultaneously James moved and her fingers slid further into his shirts. The tips of her fingers found the end of his erection. James’ entire body jerked as Sammi inadvertently touched him; she almost said sorry for she hadn’t really been expecting to feel him. But she didn’t say sorry, she didn’t jerk them away and she didn’t do anything except leave them exactly where they were so that her three middle fingertips continued resting right on the bulbous end of her father’s cock.

“Oh my God Sammi” James groaned as the exquisite feelings of his daughter’s fingers on his most intimate place combined with her clear acceptance and desire to enter into a sexual relationship with him registered in his mind and body.

Although quite sexually inexperienced having only had full sex with two men and heavily petted with around ten, Sammi had an adventurous streak to her. When it became clear that her and a partner were on for something this caused her to be more forward than girls with her level of experience usually were. Turning her face she licked James’ lips before kissing him open mouthed ümraniye escort and slipping her tongue inside his mouth. At the same time she pushed her hand further into his shorts. It was a fantastic moment for both of them as Sammi’s hand found James’ cock and she wrapped her fingers round it. Sammi was immediately struck by how thick it was. She had held several guy’s dicks and was relatively used to the warm, smooth hardness of them, but none she had held in any way matched the girth of her dad. That made her shudder with the extreme desire to have it and him inside her. The feelings for James were a combination of physical and emotional. Any woman’s hand on his cock would send waves of sexual delight through him, that was natural for that’s how men are made. But this wasn’t any woman, this wasn’t any of the mistresses, flings, one-night stand, hookers and masseuses, even his wife Sammi’s mother whose hands had held his thick cock. This was Sammi, this was his daughter and that together with it being the most obvious indicator that they would have sex sent enormous surges of desire and love though him.

As lovers often do Sammi and James reached conclusions and started thinking simultaneously together. They both knew that soon they would make love and that the time for doubts and worries, concerns and inhibitions were over. They both acknowledged that what they were about to do might create issues, but they felt prepared for them and they both realised with hardly a shadow of a doubt that indeed they wanted to have an incestuous love affair more than anything in the world and sod the circumstances.

*

They lay back onto the bed Sammi’s hand still holding James’ cock inside his shorts.

James’ hand slid up the inside of Sammi’s top.

As she caressed his cock so he caressed her breasts.

Somehow, wordlessly and between them his shorts came off.

He was naked she was fully dressed.

She looked at her father’s cock swollen from the excitement of being with his daughter.

Its size worried her a little for she had begun to believe she was quite small down there, but it also excited her; she had no real opinion on whether size mattered or not. The expectancy of her dad burying his mini monster inside her made her quake with desire.

Suddenly she sat up, he looked shocked and started to ask. “Er, what……..?”

“Shush” Sammi said her gaze locked on his as her hands found the hem of her white top.

James was enthralled as she quickly lifted the garment up and pulled over her head. Dropping it on the bed and shaking her head to sort out her hair she leaned forward. Gripping his cock again Sammi offered her breasts to his mouth.

James whimpered with pleasure as he held his daughter’s pert little tits in his hand and greedily sucked on first one and then the other erect, coral pink nipple. Sammi was near to boiling over, she was more aroused than she had ever been in her short sexual career. In her excitement and due to her inexperience she began pumping James cock too quickly. He knew that if he let her continue she would make him cum.

Gripping her wrist he whispered. “Slower baby nice and slow.”

“Sorry dad er Jamie.”

“That’s ok darling.”

“It’s just that I am so excited.”

Putting the father side of his being into the deepest recesses of his mind his natural male instincts and experience clicked in. His hand went up Sammi’s skirt. It slipped between her legs, she parted her thighs a little and his fingers found the outline of her sodden lips through her thong. This was familiar territory to Sammi for she’d been ‘fingered,’ as she and her mates called it, several times. What wasn’t that familiar to her was the quick and expert way that James found her clit through the material and applying just the right amount of pressure round its base. That sent such extreme shock waves of sexual stimulation through her. They were of an intensity she had never before experienced.

“Oh god” she moaned” gripping James’ wrist and pulling on it as if trying to urge even more sensation from his pleasure giving fingers

Sucking her gorgeous little tits and nipples as he gently, but persistently rubbed right alongside her clitoris, James revelled in the emotional sensations of bringing his daughter off. He had always found special pleasure in making women cum whether it be his wife or a hooker, although he suspected that most of them feigned it, hookers that is! Doing that to his daughter far surpassed any sexually emotive kick he had ever got from previous sexual experiences.

She clung to him, her fingers dug into him, she writhed her body against his, ground her tits against his chest and pushed her torso more firmly against her dad’s pleasure giving finger. Her head rocked from side to side, her eyes were tightly closed and her mouth was open almost gasping for air as she climaxed. Her orgasm was of such a magnitude and intensity that Sammi wondered whether she had really ever had one before. Still holding, but no longer really pumping James’ prick, Sammi slowly came down from the peak of her orgasm. She plastered little kisses all over her dad’s face, neck and chest sighing and whispering her thanks and telling him how wonderful it had been. Wisely, James simply held her, moved his hand away from between her legs and returned her peck and kisses as Sammi’s mind and body returned to some form of normality.

Weeks of watching, lights out every night, just sound. The sound of her fingers sloshing in that cunt. What was the point of putting in this hidden camera if she always has the lights off? Maddening when all I can think about is ramming my cock in her twat. So what she’s my stepmother. Awful cocktease, rubbing up against my dick when she sits on my lap, wiggles around, trying to get me to playfight and tickle her. That night she got all scared in the shower and came running out with just her towel on and jumped on my lap. Sitting there without my pants on, was getting ready for bed, cock just flopping around under the hem of my long tee shirt. Sweet soft pussy flesh just sucked at it through the thin fabric of the shirt. Felt her lips start spreading around my dick. All moist and warm from the shower. Feel her rubbing that little gooey twat over my knob, giving her hips a grind, then jumping up and running to her room, crying, like I’d hurt her. Afraid Dad will find out. Man plows her rotten every other weekend when he’s home. Does her in the dark, can’t get them on tape, just hear her moaning and squealing, skin slapping skin, wet slurping sounds as he drives his cock into her pussy. Envy him something awful. I want her.

Like clockwork, Dad comes home from business trips every Friday night, comes in late, usually stinking of booze and cheap perfume. Stumbles into their room, into the bed, hear them argue, all in the dark. Her crying, him grunting excuses, slapping noises, then they’re suddenly fucking. Dad’s not a gentle man, he likes to hurt her. Think she gets off on it, but I’m not sure. She always stays in bed all Saturday. Dad does her again that night, usually more violent. When he leaves Sunday morning, she comes out of the room finally, eyes all swollen and red. Sometimes there’s bruises. Always real nice to her, try to make her feel better. Says she feels safe with me around when Dad’s gone. Not sure what she means.

Dad called and said he’d be home Saturday instead of Friday. I took the call. Didn’t give her the message. Opportunity?

Late that Friday night, she was already in bed. Sniffling in there, could hear her from the hidden camera. Sitting here staring at that black screen that should have been my window, but cruelly was not. Heard the clock ring midnight, when Dad usually staggers through the door. Waited a few more minutes, then made my way down the hall to her room. Quietly went in, shut the door behind me quickly, then stripped off my clothes. As I approached the bed she spoke.

“Please don’t.” There was a note of desperation in her voice.

How many times had I heard her cry those words to my father? Still, I was unsure, did she know it was me? Felt around for the blankets and lifted them, climbing in beside her. She shrank away, trembling.

“Please, Gary.” She whispered, a catch in her throat.

Good, she still thought it was him. Reached over and slid my hand up and down her thigh, so soft and gentle. She was frozen, her body rigid. Gripped her leg and pulled her toward me, forcing my hand between her thighs. She gave, letting her body relax, afraid şişli escort to fight. Limp as I ran the tips of my fingers up and down her slit, parting her labia slightly to dip my fingers in and gather moisture. She shivered and took a deep, slow breath in, holding it as I tried to finger her. She was dry.

“The Slippery Stuff is in the drawer.” She choked out.

Grunting in disgust, I worked myself between her thighs, keeping as much of my body off her as possible. She would notice the difference if she wasn’t so scared. Moved myself down until my face was even with her cunt. She jerked, trying to close her legs and reaching down to push me away.

“What are you doing, Gary?” Frightened, unsure.

Held her hands down gently, didn’t let go until she’d given up all resistance. Then began the exploration. Held her labia wide open, trying, in vain, to see it in the dark. Inhaled deeply that clean musk. Lowered my face, flickering my tongue up and down her twat, digging at her hole with the tip of my tongue. She was still shaking, but the muscles in her thighs were twitching, jerking her hips up involuntarily. Getting wet.

“Please.” Tears in her voice.

Steady lapping at her clit, rubbing her entrance persistently with the tips of my fingers, barely penetrating her. Wetness seeping out now, coating my fingers, my chin. Her moans growing louder and more abandoned. Sucked her clit hard then, and pulled away just as I felt her orgasm start. Quickly pulled myself up and guided my throbbing cock to her gaping labia, nudging her entrance with the head. She cried out in frustration, reaching out and getting handfuls of my hair, pulling me on top of her. My shaft sunk into her slowly. Her pussy was much tighter than I thought it would be, and it was heaven. Her vaginal walls squeezed in a rhythm I’d never felt with any of my other sex partners. Massaging, caressing my cock, all hot and slippery.

“Oh God!” She groaned, “Fuck me!”

She threw her hips up as I thrust hard down into her. She matched my every stroke with a violent upward jerk, grinding her clit into my pubic bone. I squirmed my hands under her ass and flipped us both over, her body coming to rest on top of mine. Her hands found my chest. which I’d carefully kept from coming in contact with her body, and she froze. After a moment, she cupped my breasts in her hands, feeling them curiously.

Grasped her hips and started pounding my swollen cock up into her pussy, knowing that if I gave her time to consider it, she’d put a stop to all this. She gasped and gave a sweet little cry of pleasure, this time her hands gripped my breasts possessively, and soon I felt her warm, wet mouth close around my nipple. It was too much, I hadn’t expected that. Knew I was about to explode. Wrapped my arms around her and flipped her onto her back again, sliding my hands up and cradling her head in my hands, my body fully resting on hers.

Her hands came up, fingers snaking through my hair, pulling my head down, pressing my lips to hers, her mouth open, her tongue filling my mouth, tuzla escort tasting herself on my tongue. As the kiss deepened, I bucked my hips, ramming my pubic bone against her clit. Again, she met me on every thrust, a strange noise coming from her throat, keening, wailing, as we worked toward climax. Couldn’t hold out anymore. Grunting with effort, the last few thrusts were almost violent, and as I felt my cock spasm inside her, I felt her vaginal muscles contract hard, crushing my dick wonderfully. She cried out as she came, but it was more primal, rougher, almost snarling. Groaning in her ear as my body slowly relaxed into hers, my cock softening and slipping out of her dripping, sticky tunnel.

She held on to me, her arms around my neck, catching her breath, the soft gust of air stirring the hair near my ear. Her head still cradled in my hands, pressing my lips to her neck, soft kisses. Her breathing acquired a slow, deep rhythm, her arms loosening, her legs slowly going limp on either side of me. Assuming she was asleep, I rolled off of her, trying not to disturb her.

“Please don’t go.” She whispered, her hand grasping my thigh.

I lay back down beside her, and she snuggled up close to me, draping her thigh over mine, her arm around my waist. Uncomfortable and nervous, I fidgeted a bit.

“You don’t want to stay?”

Couldn’t bring myself to answer. Once the hormones have been sated, things change. Just lay there with her, refusing to enjoy the feeling of her soft, feminine form cuddled so close.

“Your father never told me.” She tried again, her fingers making slow circles over my back.

“Should he have?”

She was silent for a few minutes. “Why do you hate me?”

“Hate you?” Surprised me.

“I didn’t expect you to love me right away… I know it’s hard to have a stepmother the same age as you. But you push me away all the time.”

“I don’t hate you.” After a pause, “Dad didn’t need to tell you, anyway. You found out that night you sat on my lap when you were all scared after your shower.”

“Honestly, I thought…” She tried to laugh, but it was a dry, raspy sound. “I thought it was a dildo or something. I thought I disturbed you while you were masturbating.”

“What the fuck is that reason to cry for?”

“I thought you’d hate me for barging in on you while you were doing something so intimate.”

I snickered. “And what about this? Barging in on you and raping you.”

She mulled this over for quite some time, then quietly, with conviction, “You didn’t rape me, Alicia. You would have stopped if I’d fought you.”

“You think so?” I sneered.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“You’re right.” Grumbling, I reached for her hand and held it, twining our fingers.

“What… Can I…” She sighed, seeming frustrated.

Guided her hand between my legs and let go. Her feathery touch gliding over my cock, causing it to jump and begin to fill with blood. Her fingers searching lower, exploring the contours of my feminine parts.

“I’m confused. How can you have both?”

Shrug. pendik escort “Look it up.”

“You didn’t come.”

“Did so.”

“Ejaculate, then. You didn’t ejaculate.”

Shrug. “I can’t. You feel balls down there?” I sighed. “I’m sterile. Don’t worry.”

“I’m not worried.” She snapped, offended.

Long silence. Listening to her breathe, warm air across my face. The steady, slow thumping of her heart against my breasts. Her hand caressing my pussy gently.

“Dad will be home tomorrow night.” I offered.

“I tried to file for divorce.” She suddenly shifted, turning her back on me. “He won’t sign.”

“So? Leave him.”

“I’ve got nowhere to go.”

“Go to a shelter.”

She practically jumped out of bed. I flipped on the lamp beside the bed. She was tying her robe around her waist. “You are so fucking callous.”

I nodded. “What do you want me to say?”

“How about you luh- Oh fuck it.” She stomped toward the door and flung it open. “Get out.”

“Shut the door, Lindsay.” I told her softly.

She hung her head and slowly pushed the door, leaning her forehead against it as she turned the lock. “Your father’s been fucking me for two years now.”

“Uh huh.”

“I didn’t think you ever would.”

“And?”

She threw up her hands as she turned toward me, exasperated. “You fucked me, Alicia. Just like him.”

“Did you really expect any different?”

“Yes!” She stomped her foot, her face scrunched into the cutest angry pout.

“Why?” I asked disdainfully.

“Because of the way you’ve always looked at me and fuck! You know, this is just stupid!”

“He won’t ever let you go.” I edged my legs over the side of the bed and started pulling on my jammy bottoms. “Psycho fuck. He’ll kill you first. What do you think happened to his last wife?”

Her jaw dropped. “And you’re all okay with this?”

Shrug. “Police didn’t believe me. Everything checked out all right with the autopsy. ‘Course, Daddy paid him off pretty good. Gotta love how Daddy can just buy anything, anyone. You’re bought and paid for, Lindsay. You can’t get away.”

Gaping at me. Mouth opening and closing. Face crumpled. Tears filling those brilliant blue eyes. Fascinating. Walked to her so slowly, held her face in my palms, kissing the hot droplets away as they fell. Staring at me, into me, confusion, hurt. So lost.

“Someone will kill him soon enough.” Seeking to console her, not understanding why this need was so strong.

“You’re crazy.” She whispered, eyes wide.

Nod. “Not just like Daddy, but hey, they say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

Her swallow was audible, hear the stickiness of her mouth gone dry as she tries to speak. “What’s the difference?”

“You don’t have to be afraid of me.” In all sincerity, in her eyes, still cupping her face gently. “I could never hurt you.”

The spark of hope, the melting. That tone of voice made her mine forever. “Why?”

“You know why.”

Step around her to open the door. Her hand closed over mine, stopping me. “Stay with me tonight.”

“No.”

“Why?” Again, she is crushed.

Smiled at her, brushed away her last tear with my thumb. “Don’t wanna sleep in his bed. Come sleep in mine.”

“Why do you think someone will kill him?” She whispered as she again snuggled close to me, this time in my own bed.

“Is it not enough that I wish it to be?”

When I was 18 and I came home from college, it was just daddy and me living together. He called me his little wifey and I would cook for him and shop for him, and at the end of the day I’d give him a nice long massage just like he needed. I loved making my daddy feel good and relaxed. He’d close his eyes and make little moans, and say Natalie, that feels so good baby girl. DO IT HARDER. Good girl, good girl, make daddy nice and relaxed. That’s right babygirl. It made me feel funny inside when he talked to me like that, but I really really liked it.

So anyway, one night I came down late, and I was already in my nightie. Daddy liked to tease me and tug on my nightie so that he could see my tits and I’d get all embarrassed. He told me I had beautiful tits, and then he’d slap them really quickly, over and over. He liked to joke around. He’d pull me onto his lap and give me a nice big hug. I LOVE getting hugs from daddy, he rubs my back and rocks me back and forth and back and forth and back and forth.

He feels so warm and safe and he tells me how much he loves me when he rocks me on his lap. He pushes me up and down and up and down and it feels so nice, like we couldn’t get any closer.

One time I got in trouble with him, and he taught me how to take my punishment. He said he has to punish me cause he loves me so much, and he doesn’t want me to turn into a bad girl.

So when he caught me masturbating, what he did was pull down my panties and rub my bum with his big hands. I said ‘daddy what are you doing?’ and he said ‘shhhhhh, I’m doing this for your own good. He kept rubbing and rubbing and rubbing and izmir escort then he said ‘I’m getting you ready, little girl.” then he started slapping my bum really hard, over and over again. I made little yelps, and he just kept saying ‘shhhhh’ and rubbing where he stung me.

And then he said ‘honey girl, I’m gonna give you a big hug now. Want to hug daddy? want to make your daddy feel nice?’

OF COURSE I wanted to give daddy a hug and make me feel better for the pain. I started crying and put my arms all the way around daddy’s big chest. He rocked me back and forth and back and forth on his lap and I wrapped my legs around his waist, squeezing him close to me.

Suddenly it started feeling really good. ‘Shhhh, it’s okay honey girl. Daddy’s gonna make you feel really nice okay.’ He just kept rocking me in his lap, and he started watching TV and ignoring me while I cried on his shoulder.

“Good girl, that’s right. Just hug daddy. Good girl. Yeah honey girl, just like that, back and forth, bounce in my lap just like that honey. MMMmmm yeah. Uhh. Uhh. Uhh.”

I started giggling at the noises daddy was making. It made me feel weird in my tummy. He kept rocking me and watching TV and saying weird stuff like ‘right there baby right there’ and then suddenly I felt something hard like a pole between my open legs.

“What’s that Daddy?” I said, still feeling weird in my tummy.

“It’s okay honey pie. That’s daddy’s special present for you. It’s daddy’s dick honey. Just relax and I’m gonna slip it up inside you okay?”

WHAT? I squealed and kahramanmaraş escort daddy grabbed my waist so I couldn’t escape. He started touching my hair and yanking it a little. NO DADDY NO NO NO NO—I started bouncing up and down to try and get up but daddy held me down and started moaning ‘Uhh Uhh Uhh Uhh UHH UHH UHHHHH’ again .

‘You don’t realized what you’re doing to daddy’ he said over and over and over, pushing my hips down and I could feel the hard thing pushing against my panties.

He put his hands up under my skirt and got a look on his face like he was really really mad at me, but then he just kept rocking me. It felt so good- I don’t know how to describe it, I just didn’t want him to stop.

Suddenly he said ‘Okay sweetie pie are you ready?’ and pulled me close to his chest. He pulled his dick out of his boxers and pulled my panties to the side.

‘Close your eyes Natalie. It will hurt, but you need to be my brave girl, okay?’

I was scared, and I didn’t want to move, so I hugged daddy tight while he pressed his dickhead against my little pussy hole.

‘Get ready honey girl. Here it comes. Here it comes.’ He said it gently and kissed my cheek.

I held still while he pushed it inside me and I felt pain pushing into my body.

‘Come on honey relax. Just take it. Take it like a brave girl, okay? It’s time for daddy to get his prize. Just relax and let me take what’s mine. You’re mine honey girl, Uhhh uhhh uhhh feel that? Uh huh? You like daddy’s cock inside you okay? You like it, stop crying honey. Mmmm manavgat escort MMmm Mmm yeah just like that. Yeah, ride it back like that girl, come on. Just let it fill you right up. I need to fill you up little girl okay? Mmm hmm MMmmm hmm.”

When I started riding it I felt so so so so good. I can’t even explain it, I never felt anything like that. It’s like you’re filling me all the way up Daddy! DADDY DADDY I LIKE IT I LIKE IT NOOOO DADDY DON’T STOP. MMM. MMM. I LOVE DADDDDY’S COCK DEEP IN ME. I’M GONNA CUM ALL OVER DADDY’S COCK!!

“No honey,” he said. “I need to get something else first. Then you can come.” He flipped me over on my belly and pulled my butt up into the air and folded my skirt up, rubbing and rubbing and rubbing.

“Okay sweetheart, daddy’s gonna take your ass and then I’m gonna cum alllllll up in your little hole okay?”

IT’S GONNA HURT DADDY! IT’S TOO BIG!!!!

“You need to shut up okay?” he said, stroking my cheek and pushing me back down. “because I’m gonna do what I want to do, and you need to let me have my fun.”

With that he put his cock up my ass and started pumping and pumping and pumping and moaning and going MMM MMM MMM DARLING GIRL, SWEETIE PIE, TAKE DADDY’S COCK IN YOUR ASS HONEY. and he spit on his cock and kept pumping it in and out.

‘NOW SWEETIE PIE. DADDY’S GONNA CUM RIGHT NOW IN YOUR BUM AND FILL. YOU. UP. WITH. CUM. OKAY HONEY GIRL? He grabbed my pony tail and pulled it like reins until he got me as far back on his dick as I could go. It was so painful that I came all over daddy’s leg as he pulled me back hard and daddy moaned AAAHAHHHGGGG YESSS HONEY. YESSSSSSS BABYGIRL. RIGHT THERE. DADDY’S COMING RIGHT THERE.

And he pulled out of my ass and stuck it into my pussy, and started milking his cock in and out as he came, screaming I’M COMING IN YOUR TUMMY HONEY GIRL. I’M FILLING MY LITTLE GIRL UP. TAKE IT ALL SWEETIE.

And I think he really liked it. I really want to give him another hug tonight.

This is my first submission, and I’ve never written anything much before. Open to constructive criticism!

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She walked in the front door and slammed her bag on the floor. When she first entered she was stomping, but she quickened her pace and soon was running. She ran straight to the living room and up to the easy chair she knew her dad would be lounging in.

She had been dating some idiot kid since her 18th birthday a few months ago and it hadn’t been going well the last few days.

He looked up, surprised and his expression immediately drew tighter to concern when he saw his girl crying. She never cries, so he’s worried about what could have gotten her so worked up. He opened his arms for a hug, and Jaynie threw herself into them, sobbing into his shoulder as she settled into his lap. He gently smoothed her hair down and kissed her on the forehead. It didn’t matter what she was upset about, he was just happy to be there for her.

He let her cry it out a few more minutes and she slowly began to calm down. Her breathing evened out and she was calm and still in his arms. Now that she wasn’t upset, Mike couldn’t help but notice how good she felt sitting in his lap…

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Mike was a single dad. He had been since Jaynie’s mother walked out on them 15 years ago when Jaynie was only 3 to be with another man. He was a manager of a store in a retail chain, and made a very good living for him and his girl.

He and Jaynie had a great relationship. They were both very well adjusted and happy considering they didn’t belong to a normal nuclear family. She could always go to her dad if she needed love and support, and he got all the affection he needed back.

Mike did well at work and Jaynie did well in school. A varsity cheerleader at the town’s high school, she was an absolute knockout. She had a body from hell (built by the devil himself) with an exaggerated hourglass figure. Her green eyes were always sparkling with her megawatt smile, and everyone said her laugh could make a dead man grin. Most of these traits she got from her mother. Mike always said she inherited the best of both of them. She had his dark hair (though his was beginning to turn to silver), and his hazel eyes sparkled too – with mischief more often than laughter. He was about six feet tall, barrel chested and with large shoulders. He had a very strong presence about him magnified by the way he carried himself. Jaynie always said he walked with purpose, most of his movements were slow and leonine. Everywhere they went women seemed to swoon, and he loved the attention.

He was a troublemaker, in a way that made you want to get swept away into his swashbuckling, cavalier life. She was always ready for adventure and loved to see where her daddy’s antics would take them next.

At the end of the day, their relationship was fun and light. She could go to her daddy with anything and knew he would have the strength to protect her from the world.

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He rocked her gently, brushing his fleeting lewd thoughts away. She sniffled and looked up at him, smiling. He smiled back and gently kissed her again on the forehead.

It had been a very long time since they had sat together this way, and Mike couldn’t help the attraction to her that surged up with his protective instincts. “Shit,” he thought. “What the hell is wrong with me?” He hoped Jaynie would get up soon, he liked the feeling of holding her too much.

Now that she was calm, she began to relax into her daddy’s embrace. She never felt so loved or protected than when she was with him. She shuffled slightly to get more comfortable and realized she liked it a little too much… She could feel herself getting aroused, feeling so good being comforted by him. She knew she had to get up but was very reluctant to do so.

He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Feel better now baby girl?” Still hoping she would get up and sit somewhere else.

“Yes daddy, way better. Thank you.” She smiled that amazing, bright smile knowing full well how men melted when she did. It was naughty, but he had made her feel so good she felt like returning the favor a tiny bit.

Mike cleared his throat again and laughed nervously, “Well good, I hate to see you upset honey. I hope you can tell me about it when you’re ready so I can kill the guy that hurt you so badly.”

She shoved him gently and said, “Ugh no way, don’t need a homicide charge floating your way. You’ve done enough just making me feel safe.” She giggled and gently rested her hand on his chest. Since when did he feel so good… She wanted to run her hands down his chest, but zonguldak escort stopped herself short. Her arousal was ramping up, and she really didn’t know what to do. She was very inexperienced. Even though she was amazingly beautiful, she had only ever kissed and fooled around a little bit. Regardless of her naievete, her body seemed to be taking over. She shifted again, gently wiggling on his lap into a very close position. She looked into his eyes and her breath caught at the warmth blossoming deep in her core.

He was affected similarly. As soon as she wiggled around he knew he needed to feel more of her. Slowly, very slowly, he slid his hand down from her shoulder to her hip, easing into a less platonic grip on her body. She felt so good, so soft even in that small motion. His other hand began to tremble, but he reached up and brushed a stand of hair from her face. She was so beautiful, he didn’t think twice now about what he was doing.

When he reached up to brush her hair away, she let him. She leaned her head into his palm savoring the feeling of his rough hands on her soft skin. She knew she was a goner now. She felt herself beginning to get wet and knew she would soon be begging him to touch her more. She knew she needed him, so she took the leap and leaned in and kissed him.

He was so taken aback by her kiss… But ultimately knew that was exactly what he wanted. In his shock he had pulled away sightly and paused to look into her beautiful eyes. “I love you baby girl.”

“Oh daddy, I love you too. So, so much. Please never stop kissing me.”

And with that they came together again, gently at first to get a feel for each other. Her lips pressed so gently on his, so sweet and plump.

He had his hand on her hip still, and moved the other one around her waist and pulled her in closer. In doing so, he had pulled her around to face him fully, and she was so close she was straddling his lap.

Their kisses became more urgent. His tongue pressed forward and explored her mouth while hers danced alongside his. The deeper they kissed, the more she felt her sex pulse with desire. She began to move her hips against his, and as she pressed forward she felt the head of his erection pushing forward insistently.

Her body felt so good against his. He felt like a teenager again rubbing his hands along her supple teenaged body. He moved his hands up from her waist towards the bottom swell of her heaving breasts. He couldn’t wait to devour them, to see them naked before him. He slowly slid over the swell of her breasts up to the peak of her nipples. They were hard, poking through the thin material covering them. He could almost hear them screaming to be released. He took one in each hand and gently began to massage them.

His hands felt so good on her. Her breathing quickened and she kissed him harder, a surge of energy going straight between her legs. She could feel herself begin to drip with honey. She needed to feel more of herself against him, so she reached underneath the front of his shirt and helped him to pull it over his head. He did the same for her and gasped at the sight of her creamy, pillowy breasts. They were very large and looked full to bursting, with the tiniest rosy pink nipples he had ever seen.

He was so enamored with her topless figure that he paused a moment to admire her. She looked at him longingly and he could see how badly she needed him. He slowly reached up and traced the outside of her nipple with his fingers. They were very hard with her arousal, just begging to be kissed, so he grabbed her breast with both hands and gently sucked the turgid flesh into his mouth.

She gasped at the feeling of her father’s tongue on her nipple. He began gently flicking it back and forth with his tongue which brought a low moan from the back of her throat. As he teased one with his mouth he gently pinched the other, rolling it between his fingers. He was sending electric directly to her hungry pussy.

As her father kissed her breasts, she slowly traced her nails down his chest. He inhaled sharply at the feeling, loving her gentle caress. When she reached the top of his pants, she slid her hand over the bulge and groped him.

His ministrations to her heavy breasts had her breathing heavily and kissing him frantically. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this – but she was so beautiful, so delicious, and he knew now she was all his. He was an expert lover and he could see in her eyes that she was captivated, caught in love with her own father.

He moved from kissing her pouty lips to her delicate neck. He planned on devouring every inch of her young fethiye escort body, and he slowly began inching down.

Jaynie felt a primal desire like she had never known before. She grabbed the button of his jeans and clumsily undid them, bringing his boxer briefs down with them. His erection sprang free of its confines and bounced back towards him. It was magnificent. The boys she had seen before were put to shame by her daddy’s fat, gorgeous cock. She felt a twinge of unease… Would that even fit inside her?

Mike didn’t give her much time to worry about it, after she had released his cock he stood up and picked her up with him. He turned around and gently lowered her onto the easy chair. She sat at the edge of the chair awkwardly before he gently pushed her back and pulled her hips forward. He was going to make this girl’s body entirely his, she would never want another man to touch her.

She watched him as he began kissing the inside of her thighs. His beard felt so nice, so rough against her. He kissed each of her golden thighs, getting closer to her pussy with every move. When he was only inches away, he looked up at her and said, “I love you so much baby girl. I’m going to make you cum now, relax and enjoy it baby.”

And with that he pushed his fingers forward and gently ran up and down her soaking wet slit. She wanted him so badly, her juices were covering his fingers. With each vertical swipe of his finger, he gently pressed harder. He dipped down into her and teased his finger just at the edge of the opening of her tiny pussy, eliciting a soft and sweet gasp from her. After wetting his finger he brought it up to circle her hot, exposed clit.

“Oh daddy,” she sighed, “That feels amazing .” She had never felt anything like the desire pulsing in her. She wanted to be touched so badly, and started moving her hips in time with his strong fingers.

Her small voice was driving him insane. He had no idea how he was controlling himself. He couldn’t wait to taste her any longer, so he eagerly began to kiss along her swollen labia. She was so beautifully sweet, so feminine and beautiful.

The second his lips touched her swollen clit she let out a cry of surprise. No one had ever given her oral and her daddy was an expert. He had her mewling and writing underneath him in seconds. She slowly began to recognize the heat swelling inside her…

“Daddy, I think I’m going to cum!” He nearly finished himself hearing her say those words. He increased his speed gently and brought his hand back up to her pussy. He slowly pushed two fingers in, and was astonished to find some resistance. She was a virgin… so he waited and kept his fingers at the entrance. He gently sucked her clit into his mouth and a powerful orgasm rippled through her beautiful body.

Coming down from that orgasm left her body feeling like electricity. She felt a small amount of nervousness now though, he felt that she was a virgin and she was so worried he might want to stop.

After the crest of her orgasm subsided, Mike rose up and pulled her forward to the edge of the couch. He pulled her face close and kissed her deeply again, making her body rock towards his with a deeper desire than before. He had to be 100% sure she wanted this, and he knew her body wouldn’t let her say no now. “Baby, are you..?”

“A virgin daddy? Yes, I am.” She said, and turned her face away so he couldn’t see her blush.

“What made you wait?”

“I’ve never trusted anyone. And no one has ever taken the time to consider me, the boys I’ve kissed have all only been worried about getting their rocks off. I felt like none of them respected me.” A tear rose up in her eye as she confessed this to her daddy, who she trusted more than anyone else on the planet.

“No honey please don’t cry! I’m so proud of you for respecting yourself and knowing when to say no. I love you so much, you’re so beautiful and so special. I just want to be sure you’re sure. You’ve been so careful with yourself, it’s unfair of me to take advantage of you like this.”

“No! You aren’t taking advantage of me! Remember that one time when I kissed you first? Like five minutes ago? I want you daddy. I love you and I trust you and I want to feel you inside me.”

At those words, he made a sound low in his throat like a growl and pulled her close to him again. His cock was threatening to burst at the intense desire he felt for his beautiful little daughter. He picked her up and the sensation of being lifted made her squeal with delight. He carried her in to their bedroom and gently laid her on the bed.

She was trembling now, with alanya escort desire and anticipation. Her wetness and heat was overwhelming her, she knew now what women meant when they said they needed to feel a man inside of them. She felt incomplete and needed her daddy to come to her and fill her up.

He crawled onto the bed on top of her, holding himself above her with his hands on either side of her head. He kissed her deeply again and as he bent to do so, his cockhead gently grazed her soft pussy. It was so beautiful, opening for him like a flower with dew glistening on it. He was going to destroy that flower. He moved down to her neck again, then continued back to her breasts. While lying on her back, they heaved with her breathing and looked even bigger than before. He couldn’t wait to slam in to her and make her tits shake.

Her hips began bucking up towards him, her pussy straining towards the beautiful cock that made her years ago. She needed him so badly she could cry. She couldn’t take it any longer and begged out loud, “Please daddy, please fuck me.”

That was what he was waiting for. She couldn’t resist, so he lowered himself down and rubbed his swollen head up and down her slit to wet himself. Her pussy was unbelievably tiny, so he wanted to be gentle. He thrust his hips forward, and she gasped as she felt his thick head push past the small opening of her lips. He pushed forward more…

…and it felt so good she couldn’t help but thrust upwards against him again, breaking her thin hymen and deflowering her in one calculated motion.

She cried out and froze with her arms wrapped around his neck. He kissed her gently on the forehead which reassured her, and as he slowly began moving in and out she relaxed. Her pussy was on fire, and his slow motion began to build up inside her. It felt amazing, and the pain disappeared completely while her father’s pace increased.

The soft velvety walls of her young, tight little pussy felt better than anyone he has ever fucked before. He knew at this point that this woman was his entirely, and he was in love with her. His passion building, he began truly making love to the wild creature underneath him. She was coming alive as they came together and their rutting became more frantic and passionate.

The feelings inside her body were so overwhelming, she felt like her father’s enormously fat cock was going to split her in half. She was stretched deliciously wide, he did fit after all, and the lust his cock was injecting in to her made her feel like a wild animal. She bucked wildly underneath him, impaling herself over and over again.

Their coupling was intense, different than he has ever felt before and he could feel his orgasm building to unprecedented heights.

As his breathing increased, Jaynie knew instinctively that her father was getting close to finishing. Her animal brain took over and she threw her legs around his waist crying, “Daddy please don’t pull out. I need you daddy, please cum in my pussy.” She had no idea where these words had come from, her body was in charge at this point and her hungry little pussy needed to be filled up.

Mike knew this was a bad idea, but that was just a whisper in the back of his mind as he started slamming in to his daughters body with an urgency he had never felt. Her tits were bouncing up and down uncontrollably and he loved seeing his innocent little daughter look like a little fucktoy underneath him. His breathing was heavy, and his balls tightened. He slammed down as hard as he could, and began to fill her pussy up with the biggest load of cum he had ever produced. He roared with pleasure as he unloaded into his daughter’s beautiful, pristine little pussy.

She loved the feeling of him coming inside of her, and all of the sensations created inside her and triggered another amazing orgasm. Her pussy milked his cock dry, hungrily sucking up every drop of cum he had to offer.

As their breathing slowed and each of them came down, Mike looked into Jaynie’s eyes and kissed her deeply. “I am so in love with you baby.”

“I am in love with you too daddy. I have been for so long, I’m so happy you feel the same way.”

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They had enjoyed each other nearly every night for the next three weeks. They were like honeymooners, and it struck Mike that he was obsessed with this woman and needed to make her his.

He proposed to her on a Friday evening after they had made love gently to each other with rain pounding on the window.

“Yes daddy yes! Oh I’m so happy. I have something important to tell you first though… I’m pregnant!”

His jaw dropped. This beautiful, quintessentially feminine woman before him was bearing his child. There was nothing more amazing to him in the world, and he brought her face close to his so he could kiss her again.

He couldn’t wait to watch her body change and blossom even more with motherhood. And he couldn’t help but fantasize about how horny his beautiful young new bride would be.

Cassie Winthrop slipped into her dorm room and set her books on the small desk by the window. Her eyes glanced over at the rumpled unmade bed on her right, clothes strewn about, comparing it to the neatly made bed and folded shirt on her side. She sighed as she slipped her laptop out of her back pack and set it on the desk. Mindy was right, she was the compliant little girl from home. She always thought of what her parents would think or how it would look to others when she did everything.

Then, something had changed inside her. It had been slowly growing over the last two months. A dark secret she had not even shared with her college roommate. During her term paper research on the impact of social media on relationships, she had stumbled across chat rooms she had never dreamed existed. Things she had only heard whispers of growing up, but never imagined were real.

Words like bondage, domination and submission she had known. But she soon learned of Golden Showers, Bukkake, Gang Bangs and many other perversions that people participated in online. When she had first entered the chatroom The Darker Side, it had been to simply watch and learn. Then…HE had messaged her.

Cassie had reasoned that to have the proper research, she needed to talk to someone who ‘lived’ in that world. How had he gotten there, what did he seek, and mostly…why. Answering him had opened a door into herself she never knew was there. When he had described how he would tie her to her bed and spend hours tormenting her with his tongue and hands, she was mesmerized.

For two months they had been chatting, and every time he had brought her to such a delicious orgasm she couldn’t even describe it. The thought that she would surrender her body to an older man’s pleasure sent her spinning down into lust. That he would so totally use her body to sate’ his desires made her shudder.

Cassie glanced at her cellphone and realized Mindy would be in class for another two hours, she had time. Quickly she powered up her laptop, locking the dorm room door. Slipping off her panties, she threw a small towel across her desk chair. She had learned to keep the towel handy after the first time she flooded her seat, making such a mess it taken fifteen minutes just to clean up.

As she settled in her chair, her glance caught the small blinking red icon in the upper right corner of her screen. Her heart rate jumped when she saw the message notice. Opening her email, her hand trembled when she saw the attachment notice. Watching the small box appear she sat and stared at the screen.

Cassie felt a wetness gush out of her as her eyes traveled over the length of the hard cock on the screen. She knew he was only about seven inches, and Mindy had always ranted about size. But the thoughts of what that thing would do to her, was enough to drive her young mind over the edge every time.

Her other hand drove between her thighs…grinding into her groin with her fist as the caption burned in her mind. ‘I want to fuck you’. She couldn’t suppress the groan as her lust grew; that she could inflame this older man’s desires still amazed her. Cassie quickly attached the small webcam to her lap top; then, raising her skirt, aimed the lens between her soaked thighs and snapped a picture.

As she attached the small photo, she added the first words that came to her mind. ‘Take me, make me yours.’ She hit send as her fist ground harder between her now trembling thighs. Cassie barely opened her browser when the icon blinked again. Oh my God, she thought; he has to be still at work, it was only early afternoon yet.

She opened the messenger again, shaking as she read his reply. “Little girl, I already OWN that cunt” flashed across her screen.

“Yesssssssssssssss” Cassie hissed out, as she ground her knuckles against her throbbing clit. Her fingers of one hand hovered over the keys.

“God I want you to fuck me” Cassie typed. “But you’re at work.”

“So” he replied. “Have you slip under my desk and suck my hard cock while my clients come in and out.”

Cassie shuddered violently at the thought…submitting to his carnal needs right there in his office. I so fucking would, she thought.

“When the last one leaves, bend you over and fuck that tight little teen cunt”, burned across her screen.

“Oh goddddd” Cassie groaned. Her walls tightened at the thought of his mature cock pounding into her nineteen year old pussy. “I would be screaming” she typed with a trembling hand.

“Not with my hand around your throat.” Captured, trapped and fucked by this strong older man on his desk with people around; like some common whore. The vision swam in front of the teens eyes as her body arched off the chair.

“Please, I need to cum.” Cassie struggled to type back.

His next words ignored her reply completely. “Then I will fill your tight cunt with my seed. Send you out to walk through the office without your panties; me dripping down your thighs.”

Oh my God; Casssie’s numbed mind reeled. gümüşhane escort He had driven her from quiet student, to lust filled whore in less than ten minutes.

“Please” she desperately typed back.

“Who owns that cunt?” he demanded of her.

“You do” Cassie quickly replied.

“Who owns that cunt?” came across the chat box again.

Oh God, he wanted her to say it. Her body began to shake violently, as she typed the five letters in.

“Daddy” appeared before her eyes.

There was a second pause, and then his reply sent her body over the cliff edge. “Then cum for daddy baby” he commanded her.

“Unnggggghhhhhhhhh” Cassie moaned as her body convulsed. Her eyes rolling back, she felt her juices gush out over her fist. “Dadddyyyyyyyyyy” she softly keened.

As Cassie came down from her mountain, she slowly typed with trembling hands. Her fingers were still dripping her own juices onto the keyboard.

“God I wish next week wasn’t break” she typed in.

“You’ll still have your laptop. Just a change of scenery is all.” His instant response came back.

Cassie knew he was right, she also knew the entire week would be spent in her parents’ home. While she could communicate with her new lover, she wouldn’t be able to let loose like this. The idea either of her parents could catch her, terrified her.

Cleaning up her dorm room to not leave any telltale signs for her roommate took less than she thought. She had hoped Mindy would be back to say good-bye. Writing a quick note, she left it taped to the door, their usual message spot. Then she headed for her car for the drive home.

For the next six hours, all Cassie thought of was her online lovers’ offer. It rolled through her mind like a bright fire to a floating moth. He knew she lived in Florida, and apparently he didn’t live far from her parents’ house. Since she would be home for the week, he wanted to meet, to let her ‘truly experience’ in his words.

The temptation for Cassie was beyond belief. She just didn’t know how she would get a whole day out of the house, but she had to try. Mile after mile she thought of ways, discarding them, and thought of new ones. By the time she pulled into the driveway of her home, she had decided she didn’t need to really say anything at all; after all she was almost twenty years old. She should be able to come and go where she wanted.

Cassie waited through the weekend, knowing it would be easier to leave when both of her folks were at work during the week. Instead she spent time visiting friends and working on school. By Sunday afternoon, she had even finished the paper for her biology class due after break. She spent half an hour fussing, trying to get her laptop to link to the wireless printer. Finally, in frustration, she sent the paper to herself in email.

Cassie sat at her fathers’ familiar desk and powered up his desktop, opening g-mail and finding the paper to print. The smell of her fathers’ aftershave filled the leather chair, making her smile, memories of sitting on his lap while he worked filling her mind.

It wasn’t those memories that shuddered through the young woman as she looked at the print progress bar on the screen; it was the tab in the lower right corner that caught her eye. She recognized the chat tab instantly, the same tab that was in the corner of her screen. Before she even had a second thought, she clicked on the small icon.

Stunned, she sat and read word for word her last chat with her online lover. Her first thought was that her father had some spyware on her laptop and was watching her. Then, the realization began to seep in.

“Oh My God” Cassie whispered out, her body shuddered.

The same man who had so expertly fucked her helpless body over the internet. The same man who made her call him Daddy with every explosion of her young body. He wasn’t just playing her father; he WAS her father.

“Daddy” Cassie moaned as a tremor shook her; without even being touched a small orgasm rippled through her belly, swamping her shorts.

Shutting down her fathers’ computer and grabbing her papers, she headed back to her room. Standing in front of the dresser, gazing at her reflection, a smile came over her face. He wanted her to visit him; oh she was going to visit him. It was time to make both their fantasies come true. Grabbing her keys she headed out of the house, she needed to do some shopping. Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day.

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Monday morning Kyle Winthrop settled into his office chair. His wife had just left for her job, and he needed to get some paper work done for his insurance office. While he usually went to the office, he had decided he could do more at home and spend some quality time with Cassie while she was home.

Barely a half hour later, there was a soft knock at his office door. He looked up and froze. hatay escort Cassie slowly crossed the room, with a small tray of coffee and toast. She bent at the waist, setting the tray on the corner of his desk.

Her young body glistened as if she had covered it in oil; her tanned skin toned and firm. The bikini she wore was barely enough cloth to hide her body from his staring eyes. Two small triangles covered just her nipples, as her full breasts swayed in his view. The third triangle creased in a perfect camel toe over her pouty lips, the size showing clear evidence the young girl was shaved.

Kyle opened his mouth to speak, but no sounds came out as his eyes tried to drink every inch of her smooth skin in. He felt a growing hardness in his loose shorts as his cock filled with blood at the sight. When his daughter glanced down, he knew she had to see his growing hardness. Oh fuck, he thought.

“Breakfast for my Daddy” Cassie said in a small girl voice. Kyle felt a shudder wrack through him.

He sat immobile as his daughter bent over, her lips close to his ear as she gently kissed his cheek. Her breath was hot and throaty.

“I love to serve my daddy” she whispered.

Kyle could only shudder as she rose up, her barely covered breasts only inches from his face. She stood for a moment, letting him get an eyeful, and then silently drifted from the room.

As soon as his daughter left the room, he turned and looked at his computer. Damn PowderPuff wasn’t online. He needed to do something soon about this mounting frustration. Maybe she would be on a bit later, and help him release the growing tension.

For the next three hours, Kyle plowed through his work as quickly as possible. He needed to get everything done, so he could focus on his online lover. His hard cock a constant reminder of his body needing release.

By the time lunch arrived, he nearly vibrated with lust as visions of Cassie in her swimsuit kept flooding his mind. When he heard the soft knock at his door, he looked up; half dreading and half craving the same sight as this morning. What came through the office door this time though stunned him.

Cassie slipped through the door carrying a small tray with a sandwich and more coffee. She had discarded her swimsuit, and was wearing pale white, transparent baby doll night gown. She drifted towards Kyle like a pale virgin coming before an altar. His cock swelled and throbbed in his shorts as he stared at her.

He could watch as her breasts swayed in the thin material, he literally felt like he would start to drool just thinking of his mouth on those firm globes. The cloth ended right at the edge of her crotch, giving a full view of the lacy panties underneath. Her hips gave a sensual sway with her gait, causing Kyles’ cock to immediately fill with flood and begin to throb.

Cassie stood beside his chair, holding the tray. Her full breasts were in plain view through the gossamer material. Kyles’ eyes drank in the vision as two dark areoles showed through, capped by two very hard pencil eraser nipples. His eyes traveled down his daughters’ taut body, over her flat belly, to the junction between her thighs.

She wore lace, sheer panties that did nothing to hide her pouting damp lips. He swore he could even see a glisten of juices on them through the material. As he stared, she shifted her legs further apart, giving him an even better view of her moist womanhood. My God, Kyle thought, she’s putting herself on display for me.

“Fuck” Kyle muttered softly.

Cassie once again bent and placed the tray on the desk. Holding the position as her fathers’ eyes locked to her hanging breasts. She smiled as she saw him staring open mouthed.

“Lunch for my daddy” she again spoke in that little girl voice that sent tremors through Kyle’s body.

Cassie leaned in, her heavy breasts brushing across his chest. Kyle felt like a hot poker dragged over his chest with her nipple. Once again she whispered in his ear. “When you’re done, just ring the bell Daddy” she told him. “I’ll bring your special desert.”

Oh sweet God, Kyle thought. The only desert he wanted right now was his daughter on her hands and knees in front of him, taking his cock deep into her tight hole. After his daughter left his office, he wolfed down the sandwich. Not just out of hunger for food, but a new hunger, to see what his desert was.

With a trembling hand, he lifted the small dinner bell and gave it a soft ring. He knew this simple action would change both their lives forever, but the anticipation was simply too much. Kyle sat and watched, dumbfounded, as his daughter slipped through the doorway, and silently approached his chair.

Not missing a step, determined now to go through with everything she had dreamed of, Cassie bent and gripped the arms of her fathers’ chair. She turned him until the pair was facing each other.

Their eyes locked in silence for a moment, just staring ısparta escort at each other.

“Do you want your desert daddy?” Cassie asked softly

Kyle could only nod back. He felt something land in his lap as his daughter stepped back. Looking down, he was stunned to see a scarf and a pair of fur lined hand cuffs.

“Then be a ‘TuffGuy’, and show this ‘PowderPuff’ what you are made of.” His daughter said.

Kyle watched as his own daughter slowly sank to her knees in front of him. Cassie was kneeling on his office floor in total submission as she offered herself to him. When she had used the online names Kyle and his lover had, it shot through him like a knife.

“You…you’re…” Kyle tried to say.

“Take me Daddy, I belong to you.” His daughter said softly.

Something inside Kyle snapped, as he rose from his chair. The hours of frustration, pounding hard cock, and not having the online release he had gotten used to. It all mounted in his mind to create an almost sensory overload. He stepped behind his daughters kneeling form, pulling her arms back and snapping the cuffs in place. Kyle pinned his daughter’s arms behind her slender back in one smooth motion.

He dropped the scarf to the floor, as his voice rasped in her ear.

“OH no my little slut” his voice was hot on her skin. “Daddy wants you to see what he does to you, and you won’t be able to stop a single thing.”

“Sluutttt” Cassie moaned.

“That’s right” Kyle said as he stepped around to stand facing his daughter. He undid the front of his slacks, and slid them down, kicking them free. Cassie’s eyes grew wide as for the first time, she was staring at the cock she knew would own every inch of her.

How many times she had stared at this same image on her laptop. Now, kneeling here, it was a real cock throbbing only inches from her face.

“Yesssss” the young girl moaned. She leaned forward, mouth opening, to take his throbbing member inside.

“Oh no” Kyle growled, easing back. “What do you say little girl,” he rasped.

“Please” Cassie moaned. Her eyes looked up pleading at her father. “May I please suck Daddy’s cock.” She begged.

Kyle stepped forward, and without a second thought, drove his cock into his own daughters’ throat. His hands, reaching down to grip the sides of her head as his hips moved. He heard Cassie start to choke as his hard cock pushed deep into her throat. He ignored the sound as the sexual frenzy now gripped him. All the things they had done together on the computer; came tumbling through his mind at once.

“That’s it bitch” Kyle growled down at her. “Suck that cock…fucking SUCK me” he told her.

Tears came to Cassie’s eyes as her father drove his cock deeper, she tried to relax the muscles in her throat to take him as deep as she could. She felt herself choke as his engorged head continuously bumped against the back of her throat.

This was no eighteen year old kid, this was a man who knew what he wanted, and was taking it. What he wanted, was HER; and that thought caused a gush of fluids to seep down her kneeling thighs. Over and over her father shoved his pulsing cock into her mouth, as his full balls slapped against her chin. She could taste his pre cum on her tongue, as her own spit leaked out around his pounding member, and dripped off her chin.

“Yeahhhhhh” Kyle groaned, as he felt his balls begin to tighten. “Going to cum in that hot slut mouth.” His hips began to jerk.

“Mmmppffffff” was the only sound Cassie could make as her father used her mouth for his own pleasure. The idea she could make this man cum, drove her mind almost insane.

Cassie’s eyes grew huge as her father suddenly froze in place, she could feel his cock begin to swell and throb inside her mouth. Oh God, she thought, would he really cum?

“Fuckingggg sluutttttttttttttt” Kyle roared as his hot cream erupted, pouring into his daughters’ tight throat. He could hear her as she coughed and choked, trying to desperately swallow his hot load.

Cassie was in heaven, as she swallowed as much of her fathers’ cum as she could. The tiny squirts she had experienced during sex in the past, were dwarfed by the flood that now filled her eager mouth.

Kyle looked down and stared, as his daughters’ throat bobbed up and down, trying to swallow his copious seed. The sheer obscenity of the vision was unbelievable to him. His eyes fastened on the curve of her ass as she knelt, hands bound behind her back, his to be used.

He pulled his cock free just as the last stream pumped out, to splatter her face with hot goo. Reaching down he gripped her under the arms and pulled her to her feet.

Cassie, still gasping for breath, could feel her body being manhandled upward, and then bent over the desk helpless. Her ass sticking out behind her, as her tits were mashed against the cool wood. Things were moving so fast now; the teenager didn’t have time to register what was happening. She felt a hand grip the thin panties between her thighs, and then a quick ripping sound as he tore them from her. Oh God, she realized, he’s going to take me right here. The next sensation she felt was him kneeling behind her and his face ramming against her shaking cheeks.

“Awwwww Fucckkkkkkkkkkkkkk” Cassie screamed, as she felt a fat tongue drag the full length of her soaked pussy.

I got home from school and the rain had soaked through my uniform making my plaid skirt stick to my legs and my white blouse cling to my chest. I was drenched and I was miserable. I got home and caught a glimpse of myself… what a sight. My nipples were clearly visible and my makeup was running down my face… what a day for a so-called sun shower. Sun shower my ass…the skies opened up and poured half a lake on me just as I was coming up the street.

I started upstairs and I heard something in the den. I couldn’t quite make out what it was. It sounded muffled. I didn’t think anyone was home yet. I had gotten out of school early and no one was usually home before four. It was only 12:30. I listened for a minute and heard it again. It was probably just the cat trying to fish the damn guppies out of the tank again. I started down the stairs to scare the cat off but when I got to the door I heard my father’s voice. That was odd. He shouldn’t be home for hours yet.

Ever since my mother left a few years ago he’d tried so hard to make everything right. I don’t even think he really dated much. There was never any women calling him or stopping over. I was kind of thankful for that I guess. I had him all to myself. I liked the attention… who wouldn’t? But what would daddy do after I left? I just had my 18th birthday and I would be heading off to college in the fall. Poor thing. I worried an awful lot about him. I decided to see if he wanted to go out to lunch and spend the day together since he got home early.

I opened the door, forgetting how I looked and saw daddy sitting at his desk on the phone. Sounded like a business call. He hadn’t looked up yet so I walked over next to him and waited. I loved the smell of his cologne and the sound of his voice when he was being serious. It made me giggle. He looked up and smiled and then he all of a sudden he just stopped. I was kind of scared I didn’t know what was wrong. I’d never seen him look like that before. Well, that’s not exactly true, I saw him look at my mother that way years ago. I backed away, startled. He seemed to come back to himself and finished on giresun escort the phone and then looked at me again.

Hi daddy, I got out early today. I thought we could spend some time together. He stood up and he still hadn’t said anything. I racked my brain thinking of what I could’ve possibly done to make him upset. I started to stutter something and he put up his hand. I stopped immediately. He moved behind me and I could feel his breathe on my neck. I could feel his hands on my shoulders and I was having the strangest feelings. I was scared and completely unsure of what was happening but at the same time I was excited. This was so strange. I was aware of him behind me with his hands on my shoulders and his heavy breathe on my neck and I could feel my own breathing quicken and my nipples start to get hard. How bizarre this all was. I wanted to just shrug it off and make a joke or something, but a part of me wanted to wait and see what was going to happen next.

It seemed like forever, but knew I had only been in the room for a minute or two. It was so strange. Daddy turned me towards the mirror, still standing behind me. I saw myself and almost died. My clothes were still all stuck to me and my hair was soaked. My make-up was running down my face. I was a wet mess. You could see my skimpy little bra and my tits under it perfectly. I was about to react when he spoke. He was looking at me in the mirror and he told me I looked beautiful. My nipples hurt they were so hard. He was almost whispering in my ear. I felt like I was dreaming. I had dreamt about him before, that was normal right? All girls think about their fathers that way at some point. Don’t they? I was imagining this. It wasn’t real. I looked at him in the mirror and saw his blue eyes staring over my body. He was rubbing my shoulders. He was still speaking. He said I looked so much like my mother; my hair, my eyes, my lip, my body. It was true I had seen many pictures of my mother. We looked practically like twins. Even my grandparents said so.

His words changed. He got bolder. He asked yalova escort me how I liked it when one of my boyfriends touched me. I still didn’t say anything. I just watched his hands as they touched the wetness of my shirt and traveled down over my breasts. Tracing the outline of my nipples. I opened my mouth to protest. This was crazy. But only a moan escaped my lips as he pinched my nipples through my shirt. He smiled at me in the mirror. He asked me if Charlie ever touched me like that. I nodded. You like it don’t you… he taunted in my ear as he pinched them again and I moaned when I said yes. What else? What else does he do to you Anna? Tell me. He spoke in that tone of authority. The one that leaves no room for doubt that he is in control.

He touches me… Where Anna? Where do you like to be touched? My…. I didn’t want to say it…he knew that. Say it Anna. Tell me where Charlie touches you to make you feel good. My pussy daddy, Charlie touches my pussy. Good girl, he said. You like talking dirty don’t you Anna? My wet shirt was open and around my shoulders. My bra was pushed under my tits making them stand out even further than they normally do. He was holding them and caressing them and pinching my nipples and pulling on them. My head rolled back onto his shoulder as one of his hand worked under my skirt. Ask me Anna. Ask me to touch your hot wet little pussy. His fingers were hooked in the band of my little white cotton panties. Just waiting for me to speak. He was kissing my neck and pinching my nipples. I was watching in the mirror and I could feel the wetness between my legs.

I couldn’t bear it. I had had this feeling with Charlie and a few other boys at parties and things, but nothing like this. It was so much more intense. I just didn’t care anymore that I knew this was wrong. I wanted him to touch me and make me cum. I needed it. Daddy, please. Please, what Anna. Daddy touch my pussy…make me cum…please. His fingers moved downward. He moved over my mound and felt the wetness and called me his good little girl. I exploded almost yozgat escort immediately. I was leaning fully against him and rocking my pussy hard into his hand. His fingers were up inside of me. Never had I cum so hard before. He was asking me if I was daddy’s slut while he fucked me harder with his fingers. Yes, daddy, yes. I’m yours. In the midst of my orgasm somewhere he had freed his cock and I felt it against my ass. Hard and ready. He pulled aside my panties and pushed his cock up into me. Wave after wave hit me. He leaned me over the edge of the couch and fucked me. He rocked out almost to edge and then buried deep into my tight pussy over and over again. Fuck me daddy…fuck me harder please. He grabbed my hair and kissed my neck. Good little slut. Fuck your daddy. I was moving with him, meeting every thrust.

He pulled out and laid me across the big old coffee table my grandfather had made years and years ago. He opened my legs and rubbed his fingers over my clit and up into me again and again. And then I felt his tongue circling my clit and tasting me, taking his time. Thoroughly exploring me… his daughter. I grabbed his hair and couldn’t hold back a scream as he licked and sucked at me. His finger found my ass and pumped in and out as his tongue dived deep into my pussy. Oh daddy…please don’t stop. My back arched up and I came over his face and fingers and grandpa’s old table.

He stood and pulled me up to sitting on the table. Show me what a good little slut you are. Yes daddy. I knelt in front of him and licked the head of his cock…tasting me on him. I looked to the side and could see myself in the mirror; kneeling before him with my skirt half lifted around my ass and my little black shoes and white socks, but my shirt and bra gone. He was watching too. Stroking my hair. I looked up at him and took his cock in my mouth while I cradled his balls in my hand. I swirled my tongue under his cock and then sucked his balls. Licking and kissing them and then taking his cock into my mouth again. His head was back now and he was fucking my throat. He looked down at me told what a good little girl I was. His little slut. Daddy’s little slut. I was stroking his cock and sucking it in and he started to cum. He came on my face and tits and wiped his cock over my lips so I could taste him.

After that day I was a little sad when I thought about leaving for college in the fall. But maybe, just maybe daddy would visit me every now and then…

Waiting at his desk for his daughter to get home from school, he mulled over the phone call he had received earlier. It had been the principal saying that Julia had not been at school today and has been skipping classes the last month. Ever since she turned eighteen she’s been acting like she can do whatever she wants. Furious, he slammed his fist on the desk, causing his water to spill. Grabbing a towel nearby, he mopped up his mess and heard the front door open.

“Hi daddy.” Julia said from the other room. Frustrated, he left the towel on his desk and went to talk to his daughter.

“How was school today Julia?” He asked, already knowing the real answer. He hoped he would catch her in a lie.

“It was good. Nothing too interesting I guess.” She opened the fridge and bent down, grabbing a water bottle. When she did this, her short skirt showed a peek of her red pantie she was wearing today. Shaking his head to focus, her father waited till she was looking at him again.

“Well that’s good. I’m sorry to hear about your science teacher. She was a dear.” Julia’s eyes went wide.

“What are you talking about daddy?”

“Well I thought you knew, you were in clas today right Julia?”

“Uhhh…” His face turned red. He took a step closer.

“Julia?”

“Okay, okay daddy. I’m really sorry okay. I skipped school to go to the mall and I don’t know what happened to my teacher but please tell me she’s okay!” This all flooded out of her in a rush of fear and worry.

“I know. Your principal called. Nothing happened to your fucking teacher Julia! Why did you lie?” Mouth agape, she was wondering why her daddy would lie to her like that.

“I…I…” she stammered. “I didn’t want erzurum escort to get in trouble daddy.”

“I’m sorry sweetheart, but that’s not an option. Come on, let’s go to my office, it will be quick as long as you behave.” Julia turned her eyes to the ground and nodded, following her daddy for punishment.

Once they were on the office, he sat down in his chair once again and motioned for Julia to lay across his lap. But before she did, he held up a hand and motioned for her to take her skirt off. Sighing, she did as she was told. Julia laid across her daddy’s lap while he took her in. Her red panties barely covered her delicious mound and her perfectly round ass was beautiful from the position, completely exposed. Licking his lips, he coughed slightly to get his mind focused.

“Julia, I get no pleasure from your pain, alright sweetheart?” She nodded. “But bad girls must be punished, and you’ve been bad, haven’t you?” She nodded again. “Say it baby, tell daddy how bad you’ve been.”

“I’ve been a bad girl daddy.” She mumbled, starting to feel something press against her tummy.

“And what do bad girls deserve?”

“Bad girls deserve to be punished.”

“That’s right sweetheart. And that’s what daddy’s going to do now, okay?” She nodded. With that signal, he brought his hand back in the air, and in one swoop, slapped Julia’s rights ass cheek. It was like he was watching in slow motion as her perfect ass jiggled. He brought his hand back again, and slapped the other cheek. He alternated cheeks as he continued.

Julia could feel her ass reddening. This was making her hot and she wasn’t sure what to do about it. She loved the feel eskişehir escort of her daddy’s rough hands on her ass. Smack, she winced.

“Do you think that’s enough Julia?” She thought for a moment then shook her head.

“No daddy, I’ve been a bad girl and deserve to be punished.” Taken aback for a min, he stared at his little girl and then smiled and smacked her hard. Each Time, Julia seemed to push her ass out towards his hand. Did she like this?

“Julia,” she turned back to him, “Do you think you got what you deserve?” She shook her head once again, while staring him dead in the eyes, Which seemed to plead another smack. Keeping eye contact, he smacked her again and he could swear he saw a smile forming. Smack, trust, smack, smile, smack, thrust, smile. She could hardly take it much longer and when she looked away he took her panties and ripped them down her legs.

“DADDY!” She screamed, confused. “What are you doing?” But she didn’t move.

“Bad girls deserve to be punished, don’t they?” She nodded her head slowly, scared as to where this was going. “Don’t pretend you don’t like me punishing you. I noticed you thrusting your ass how to be smacked Julia. Daddy knows all. I’m going to give you a special punishment, that I know you’ll love.” His eyes were mischievous, and Julia was partly scared and partly thrilled. She nodded slowly as a form of permission.

Putting a finger in his mouth, her daddy then stuck it into her glorious virgin hole. She gasped at the sensation but didn’t move an inch. He slowly move the finger in and out and then looked at his baby girl. “Look how wet you are sweetheart. Does daddy get you excited? Are gaziantep escort you a bad girl?” She nodded. “Say it for daddy Julia.”

“I’m a bad girl daddy, you make me so wet daddy.” She moaned As he sped up the pace. She began to rock back on his fingers, urging him to go deeper. He shoved another finger in and could feel how tight his baby girl was. “Oh God daddy, yes daddy!” She screamed. “Oh God I’m gonna cum daddy please don’t stop!”

He picked up the pace and right as he thought she was going to cum, grabbed onto her little pea and pulled as hard as he could. She let out a scream as a mind blowing orgasm swept through her. Her body convulsed , Gripping her daddy’s fingers still in her, moving in and out vigorously. Her brain clouded and it felt like she was exhausted. She had never orgasm like that before. “Oh daddy…” she moaned.

He pulled his fingers out of his daughter and licked them clean of her juices while she stared at him in disbelief. “You’re a very bad girl Julia, aren’t you?”

“yes daddy,” she responded, finally learning how her daddy liked her to answer his questions, “i’m a bad girl who loves when her daddy finger fucks her.” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Smiling, he lifted his baby girl up, where she was sitting normally on his lap and only half dressed. He slid a hand up her shirt and unhooked her bra. Sliding his hand freely onto her tiny breasts, he circled her nipples and then pulled sharply. She gasped.

“Now sweetheart.” He began while still fondling her, “for dinner tonight I want you to wear your skimpiest outfit with no bra or underwear on. Can you do that for daddy?”

“yes – yes, daddy.” She stuttered confused. “Am I in trouble daddy?”

“No, no sweetheart you are not in trouble. In fact, you’ve been such a good little bad girl daddy is going to treat you very special tonight. OK?” She smiled and nodded. He pulled his hand out from under her shirt and lifted her to her feet. Smacking her ass one more time as she left, he watched her leave his office half naked, ass still red from her punishment.