by Raven Watyrs
It’s been a feat to keep my libido in check, especially after taking poor Roger out the night before last. We’d rocked into the strip-club and were escorted directly to my usual table. The heavy bass of the ass-shaking music blared through the speakers and resonated up my body creating a delicious and steady hum in my cock. Happily resigned to saving my seed for Kristin's visit, the sensation settled me into nicely buzzed and relaxed state.
Roger had been his typically high-strung self when we’d arrived, but after the third lap-dance I bought for him, he seemed to get into the swing of things. I'm sure the double vodka rocks helped, but I was glad to see the satisfied smile spread across his face as a gorgeous, raven-haired young woman named Destiny ground her milky white ass into Roger's lap.
I sipped my beer and watched, snickering as Destiny licked her lips at me as she bent over in Roger's face letting her massive tits sway below her like pendulums. Roger looked like an old-timey cartoon dog, licking his lips with his eyes bugged out, unable to tear his gaze away from her completely exposed hairless snatch swaying inches from his hypnotized face.
"How much do I have to tip you to let him stick a finger in?" I leaned forward and asked her.
"You know exactly how much, Mark," she had purred at me, a flirtatious and knowing grin creeping up the side of her immaculate face. While my cock is monogamous, I think I little light fingering every once in a while is fair game. Especially when paid for. “Get that wallet out,” she murmurs.
Placing my beer on the table, I’d pulled out my money-clip and placed two one hundred-dollar American bills on the table in front of her. She winked at me before reaching back and taking Roger's hand, drawing it slowly up the back of her thigh. Her legs looked ten feet long in those six-inch black patent stilettos, reminding me of the heels Kristin wore in one of the videos she’d recently sent. One in which I was privy to a close up of her slick, swollen, pulsing pussy lips. One in which she took the six-inch heel of those shoes I love so much and inserted in up her hot tunnel, coating the spike with her juices as she rubbed her clit to a wet gushing orgasm.
Christ, she was even filthier in her videos than she was in person.
“Mark is feeling especially generous tonight, sweetheart,” Destiny had said to Roger, her voice like liquid gold as she tucked the two bills into her purse on the chair. “Must be your lucky night. Tell me, am I nice and tight?” I’d sat back and watched Roger visibly shudder as he circled her pink, moist folds with the tip of his finger before slowly, self-indulgently, pushing it inside of her, all the way up to his last knuckle. "Mmmm... That feels so good, baby. You’re making me wet," Destiny had moaned at him as she rocked her hips against his hand. “You like how it feels?”
Roger liked how it felt.
A few more rounds and a few more girls later, Roger looked spent, probably having come in his pants a couple times. Clapping him on the back and leaving a very generous tip for the girls to split, I pulled him up and pushed him out the door. Much more of that and I wouldn't have been able to avoid coming in my own pants, and as I said, I really wanted to save it all for today.
Yesterday had been torture knowing that I was only one night away from burying my cock in my favourite pink hole, but fortunately I’d had a lot of work to do. My time management over the past six months had tanked thanks to the triple XXX shit landing in my inbox. I had a decent back log of documents to approve and files to clear so I kept my head down, buried in work, and before I knew it the day was over. I crashed into bed last night as excited as a little kid on Christmas Eve.
Freshly showered and shaved in all the right places, I arrived at the office this morning with the biggest shit-eating grin on my face.
Today was the day.
"Mr. Parker.” My assistant, Kelly, greets me as I approach my corner office. “Another busy day, looks like. You've got a number of appointments this morning, and an investment —"
"Kelly, I'm the worst," I say to her, raising my hands in mock defense. “I need you to clear my schedule. There will be someone coming by to see me today and I want to give her my full attention.”
She raises an eyebrow at me before crossing her arms and shaking her head. "I assume your door will be close most of today then? After she arrives that is?"
I flash her my most dashing smile, the one that gets me out of trouble wherever I go. “You know me too well, Kelly. See? This is why I can never let you go.”
“Actually, this is why you pay me so much,” she says dropping her hands to her side. She taps a tooth with her pen and squints an eye at me. “In fact I'm probably due for another raise, don't you think?”
“Probably are,” I agree and mean it. “Leave it to me.” Speaking of a woman worth every dollar she's paid... Grinning at her as she rolls her eyes good naturedly, I head into my office and close the door.
Unsure of when Kristin was due to arrive, I settle into my chair, spin around and take a deep breath as I look out over the cityscape. We’d exchanged a brief set of emails with flight numbers and arrival times after she’d surprised me with her plans, insisting that we didn’t need to talk on the phone about details. She was due to arrive shortly, and I had sent one of our town cars to meet her at the airport.
My knee starts bouncing in anticipation and I check my watch. 9 AM. Excitement is bubbling through me, my half-hard cock twitches against the fabric of my pants. I shift my hips and grind myself into my fly, but maintain my resistance to touching it, knowing full well that Kristin is about to take care of all of that for me.
To pass the time, I lean my head back and close my eyes. I try to think the last time Kristin and I spoke. It was definitely before the videos started showing up. In fact, from what I recall we’d actually had an argument during our last phone conversation. She had been acting strange, and I’d called her out. Needless to say, that call didn’t end with the usual phone sex.
But the next day, I received my first video. The accompanying message had said that she was sorry for being a bitch and hoped the video would make up for it. Turns out we barely need to speak to maintain the spice in our long-distance dalliance. But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to wanting a warm body beside me, in the flesh, on the regular. Her coming out to see me had solidified that. I could actually envision settling down one day soon, settling down and with a partner in crime. Not that I’d ever be able to limit myself to fucking just one pussy, but I could definitely see myself falling in love with just one woman. Of course, she'd be free to fuck whatever cock she wanted to as well. As long as I could watch.
The minutes tick by and I think about touching Kristin. I want to watch her eyes as she wraps her mouth around my dick, hear her gasp as I stretch her little pussy open and slide into her. I feel myself fall into a light doze as the porn reel plays in my hand like a preview before the feature show. And who doesn't love previews.
The electronic tone of my intercom startles me out of my low-level unconsciousness and a smile splits my face. Spinning back around I press the button on my phone. “Yes, Kelly?”
“There's someone here to see you, sir. Shall I send her in?”
A jolt of pure electricity shoots from my gut through my loins. My cock goes rock hard. “Please do. Thanks, Kel.”
I spread my palms on my desk and press to rise from my chair, lust settling all over my body like ash from a volcano blast. I swallow thickly as I straighten my jacket and smooth down my tie. I'm ready to devour her, drag my tongue through every crevice, penetrate every hole, make her scream and she comes over and over. I'm ready to fill her with my salty seed, shoot my come into her sweet little cunt, grab her throat while I fill it with my dick.
The door swings open as my cock swells. I press my palm into the bulge, ready to let myself indulge. “Hello, hotstu—"
My voice is caught in my throat as the shock of who stands before me registers. Long shapely legs, smooth as silk and milky like cream, walk an incredibly fit and nubile body wearing the shortest, tightest mini-dress I've e
ver seen. Massive tits pull the blood red fabric so taut the familiar outline of erect nipples threatens to split the material. Strawberry blonde tresses of thick hair fall like waves over shapely, feminine shoulders pulling my attention up to a Playboy model face, lips painted as red as the dress. Eyes as blue as ever. My jaw drops.
"Hello, Daddy…" It's not Kristin.
"Lacey," I croak as I whip my hand away from my crotch. "Jesus fuck. What the hell… What are you doing here? Where’s your mother?" I blink and rub at my eyes, sure they must be playing tricks.
My girlfriend’s daughter saunters in and stands languidly in front of my dark mahogany desk. "Surprise," she says sweetly as she leans over the desk pushing her huge, supple tits up to impossible heights. "I hope you liked all the videos I've been sending you."
My brain fractures. “What? What do you mean… ‘you've been sending me’…?” I ask like the dumbest man on the planet.
She giggles at me, tucking a blonde wave behind a diamond-studded ear. “I'm here for you, Daddy. I made all those videos for you.” She purrs at me, fluttering thick black lashes and biting at a plump red lip. She's definitely not a high-school student anymore, I realize as I snap my jaw closed. My mouth has gone dry as I stand there dumbly, taking in this sexpot standing in front of me.
If I thought Kristin could arouse me more than any woman I'd ever been with, clearly I’d thought wrong. I can hardly breathe as I stare at Lacey. In the day-and-a-half of arousal building up in my dick, waiting to fuck her mother, was rapt to explode just watching Lacey fiddle with her straps.
Noting my unblinking gaze, she arches her back as she leans forward further still, wiggling her shapely ass back and forth and running her tongue across brilliant white teeth. “Do you like what you see?” she asks, letting her gaze travel down the length of my imposing six-foot three-inch frame, lingering on the bulge at my crotch. “I know I do."
Jesus Christ. Like what I see? My cock is so hard I can feel my heartbeat pulse. If a feather passed over my crotch right now, I'd come all over myself immediately.
But what the fuck is going on here? Where the hell is Kristin and why is her daughter here instead? I feel like my brain has broken into halves. This is wrong… very wrong. I can’t fuck my girlfriend’s daughter! It’s… just too weird. Too naughty, even for me. “Lacey, shit. It's good to, um, see you again. But seriously, where's your mom?”
She continues her rhythmic wiggle, smiling at me mischievously as she drags a finger across the rise of her bountiful cleavage. I'm powerless to look away as she draws spirals over the raised nub of an erect nipple. “Silly Daddy,” she giggles. “You still don't get it do you? Every single video you received in the past six months? They all came from me.” I clear my throat and shake my head in a failed attempt to block the memories of x-rated clips from playing in my mind. “Didn’t you like them?” she asks, knowing full well that I did. To completion, each time.
“Lacey, this is wrong,” I insist. “Your mom, she’ll be very disappointed in you… I… I should call her. Let her know where you are.”
The faintest shadow crosses her face and she offers me a delicious pout. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Daddy. But mom has been gone for the past seven months.”
I bristle. “Gone?”
Lacey shrugs at me. “She took off with some skeazy, rich lawyer-guy as soon as I graduated school and she was ‘legally allowed to desert me’, as she’d so gently put it. Told me she was tired of being tied down, by you and by me.” She rolls her eyes, as if none of this surprised her in the least. “She’s always been like this. Loses interest if a man isn’t around to remind her how desirable she is. I kept telling her what she was giving up with you, but she was already dazzled by skeazy rich lawyer guy… She told me that if I was so enamored, why didn’t I just go ahead and marry you then. After Skeazy draped her in a few strands of diamonds, she just packed up and left with him. She’s probably putting out on a yacht in the Mediterranean as we speak."
My cock twitches but my brow furrows as my insides bubble with the pain of fresh deception. “But… I thought… I’d waited all this time for her. She was the one who told me to wait. She was the one who’d made me keep my dick in my pants all this time. And she just left?” My mind goes in ten directions at once as the pieces slowly fall into place. “She fucking left. Without telling me? What the actual fuck?”
Lacey pushes off the desk and struts slowly around to my side, her huge blue eyes shooting beams of pure sex straight into the dark wells of my own. “She’s a nasty person, Daddy,” she says closing the space between us. “But I can make it all up to you. You can punish me for her actions, if you want…” I step back as she approaches but am halted as the back of my knees make contact with the seat of my chair. My dick is throbbing so hard I have to do something. I press my palm against it to ease the exquisite anguish, and as I do Lacey's silky hand covers mine interlacing my fingers and making contact with my shaft through the thin material of my pants. “Let me help you with that, Daddy” Her voice licks at my ears.
Her touch makes me shudder and a groan escapes from deep in my throat. It feels so fucking good to be touched. But this is wrong. I never considered her like my kid or anything, but what if Kristin and I had ended up settling down together? We’d had family dinners together before I left for Singapore, for God’s sake. I couldn’t fuck my step-daughter. I can’t fuck Lacey…
… right?
The last time I saw her, she’d been hot, yes. But she'd also been young. Still in high-school for fuck’s sake. I try to control my breath, but I can feel those red fingernails dragging along my shaft and it feels incredible. Too incredible. Like I’d just won a sex jackpot. But still, the last time I'd seen her she'd been what? Sixteen? Seventeen at most?
"Lacey, wait —"
"I don't want to wait,” she whispers, easing up on the stacked toe of one of her…oh god…one of her stiletto heels. Her hot tongue laps at my ear lobe as she presses her body against mine, our hands grasped around my shaft sandwiched between our hips. “Remember, Daddy? I want to get down on my knees in front of your big cock.”
My eyes snap open and a take another few steps back, my office chair rolling across the floor. “Stop it. Stop calling me that. I'm not your daddy.” It feels even more wrong hearing her call me that, especially when I thought it was her mother who had come up with the nickname in the first place.
She pursues me, deftly hitching up her mini-dress a few inches until I can see a swath of black satin covering an obviously smooth, hairless mound. Her hips move like globes in a lava lamp mesmerizing me as she says, “But you kind of are like my Daddy, aren’t you? You wanted to be with my mommy, but now you get to be with me. Don’t you want to fuck your little girl, Daddy?”
My breath catches and I feel my resolve draining. I’m a pretty kinky guy, but this is outside of even my comfort zone. I know I should be horrified, disgusted by her fantasy, but my cock is harder than steel. “Lacey, you’re too young. This is wrong —”
“But I’m not that young,” she says, sidling up to me and running her hands up my pecs. She presses her big tits into my torso like pillows of heat and it’s all I can do not to reach into her top and cup one in my hand, massage at it, pinch the nipple until she screams. I swallow as she continues, “I’m fully legal now, Daddy. I knew you wanted to fuck me the first time we met. I could see the way you looked at me, standing in the kitchen the morning after she brought you home that first time. You eye-fucked the shit out of me but didn’t lay a hand on me. I knew I wouldn’t get anywhere with you until I turned 18, so all I had to do was wait until my birthday. That was six months ago. Guess what mom gave me as a birthday present right before she left?”
She starts grinding her pubic bone against me, moaning like a cat in heat as she stares into my eyes. I can’t believe how forward she is, how much she wants this. I grind my molars to hold back the animal inside me. The animal I become once I let my arousal take over. The beas
t that’s pulsing through me, getting stronger with every pass of her fingers, systematically devouring any vestige of remaining will-power left inside me. “What?” I manage to say.
“A video camera.” She punctuates ‘camera’ by reaching down and swirling her free hand over my tightened ball-sack. With a grunt, I grab both her wrists, a little rougher than I had meant, and hold her up and away from me. I can’t fuck an 18-year-old, I can’t fuck an 18-year-old, I repeat in my mind. I’m more than twice her age, I tell myself. I was just thinking about settling down with her mom, for Christ’s sake.
"Mmm…I like it when you grab me like that, Daddy. I like it when you’re rough," she hums suggestively, clearly enjoying the manhandling. She flicks her eyes down my body as she dangles herself in front of me. "You can't say you don't want me, not when I can see how hard you are. I used to listen to you and mommy fucking, you know? I'd stand outside the bedroom door and finger myself in time with your grunts, picturing your cock sliding in and out of my wet little pussy. Don't you want to fuck your little girl like that, Daddy?"
“Stop saying that.” My breathing becomes ragged as I squeeze the birdlike bones of her wrists in my fist. She pouts and moans at my display of control, making my cock twitch and jump.
“What?” she asks, full of false innocence. She knows exactly what she’s doing. “Stop calling you, Daddy? But it’s so naughty...isn’t it? I like being your naughty little girl.”
“I'm not your ‘daddy’, Lacey. That's sick." My cock is straining so hard against my pants; it’s glaringly obvious that I’m fucking loving every goddamn second of this. Hearing her call me ‘Daddy’, asking if I want to fuck my little girl… I’m disgusted with myself, but I love how nasty it is. How nasty she is.
"I know how fucked up it is, Daddy. And I know you like it when your little girl grinds up against your cock, don’t you? You're so big and hard, I can't wait to taste it. I can't wait to have you fill me up, I can't wait to act out every video I sent you. Don't you want to feel my tight little pussy wrap itself around your big cock, Daddy?"
