by Hayden Ash
“Just a typical young woman who thinks video games are really stupid!” I tell her. “I really should be heading to bed, actually. You have a good night!”
“No c’mon, you offered!” She says.
Then, she takes my hand and leads the way to my bedroom.
Chapter 3
Leighton II
His hands are so big and hairy and masculine. Fuck, I’m horny.
I lead him into his bedroom, which is fucking enormous, and then sit on the edge of his bed where his video game controller is lying. He looks really uncomfortable but doesn’t say anything. Just looks around like he’s looking for some other place to sit.
I pat the mattress—inviting him to sit next to me.
“C’mon, daddy-o!” I tease him.
Slowly, he sits down next to me—making sure to keep an appropriate distance between us. I scoot near him, and I can tell he’s trying not to react but really wants to jump off the bed and run away terrified of what he might do, and all of it is just so funny and even kind of sexy. I like that he’s not trying to take advantage in this situation—he isn’t one of the millions of smarmy guys who would be trying to get all over me right now. Little does he know him trying to be good is only making me really want to get him to be naughty.
I bite my lower lip, then lick along it really slowly so that he can’t help but notice. Then I brush my arm up against his as I stretch out to relax. He flinches, but not enough to make things awkward. Clearly, he’s man enough to fuck me, but too much of a gentleman to initiate—the perfect combination that gets me really wet.
“What are you making your guy do?” I say, pointing to the screen.
“It’s a cowboy simulator game. I’m making my cowboy ride the toughest, most stubborn steed…you want to try?”
“Try to ride it?” I ask, letting my eyes convey that I’m definitely not talking about the video game.
“Uh, err…” he says, shifting a bit on the bed. “Yeah, I can teach you if you’d like?”
“I’d like,” I say, spitting my tongue out playfully at him.
He hands me the controller. Then, he reaches his arm around my body, so he can show me how to hold my hands, and as he does, I jump up on his lap.
“Woah, listen, Amber’s friend…I’m sorry, I never got your name?”
“Leighton,” I tell him. “What’s yours?”
“Tanner.”
“That’s so hot!” I tell him slowly, letting him watch my moist lips pronounce every single syllable.
“Leighton…how old are you?”
“Legal,” I wink at him. “How old are you?”
“Thirty-eight, which is way too old for you.”
“Your dick says differently!” I tell him.
I bounce my ass on his junk, which is super stiff, and he turns red.
“Shit,” he says and throws me off him. “I’m sorry, but…you should go.”
“Really? I don’t think he wants me to go,” I say to him.
I get on all fours and crawl like a cat up to his lap and start rubbing his dick from outside his jeans.
“What the fuck!” he yells out
“Shh! Don’t wake your daughter!” I tell him, giggling.
Then, I start unzipping his hands and pull out his dick.
“Damn, this thing is fucking huge!” I tell him.
“Leighton, please stop. C’mon. This is not appropriate. I’m supposed to be looking after you not—”
Before he can finish his sentence, I have his cock in my mouth, deep throating that shit.
“Bet your wife can’t do that! Amber told me she’s like thirty-five…” I say, winking.
“Leighton…”
“She shouldn’t be hoarding this beautiful dick to herself!” I tell him and then retake it in my mouth.
He starts to try to move me off of him, but as he grips the back of my head, I can literally feel his resolve fading. He wants this. He’s submitting to it. And I want him. I want to be his little girl just like Amber is except that I get to ride him and she doesn’t. Fuck it, I be even more to him than her. I want to steal him.
“Here!” I say, handing him the controller. “I don’t want you to fall behind in your work. Keep playing, I mean it!”
Reluctantly, he starts playing his video game as I suck on his dick, moaning because I love it so much.
As I continue to go down on him, I reach under his shirt and dance my fingers on his thick ab muscles. Fuck, I can’t wait to see him shirtless, while I ride his big thing. I start to think about the possibility of Amber waking up and hearing me fuck her dad and the thought actually kind of turns me on even more…
Chapter 4
Tanner II
Just as she starts to take her mouth off of my penis, she gets to up and smiles at me, the bottom of her face covered entirely in her own saliva. Then, she takes her shorts off and starts sits down on my dick.
“We shouldn’t do this…” I tell her. “It isn’t right!”
“I won’t tell if you won’t,” she says, biting my ear lobe.
She runs her slender fingers through my short, greyish brown hair, as her long, blonde hair covers my face. She smells incredible—just like vanilla cream, and even though I can’t see anything but thousands of strands of silky, blonde hair, I can feel her incredibly tight pussy try to press down on my dick as hard as it can. As she pushes her pussy down , I can feel each and every groove of her cunt, the walls wrapped super tight around my cock.
Shit, I am enjoying this way too fucking much. It’s nothing like sex with my wife—it’s on an entirely different level—like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
“Fuck me…fuck me, daddy,” she tells me as she licks the inside of my ear. “Oh yeah, daddy, fuck me just like that, don’t stop.”
“Shit, this is so wrong!” I say.
“Then why do you keep fucking me?”
“Because you’re fucking sexy as all fuck! Your pussy is so young and tight!”
“Yeah, daddy, fuck this young, tight pussy! It’s yours! Oh, just like that! Oh, fuck, daddy, you’re stretching my walls!”
“Can I…can I hit it from the back?”
“You can hit however you like, daddy!” She tells me.
I pick her up and stand her over the bed. She holds onto one of the posts for balance as I put my cock inside her tiny, eighteen-year-old pussy. I slam her really hard, and she screams. I know I should care more about not waking my daughter, but I’m just captured, imprisoned by this moment and I just keep slamming into her pussy harder and harder. I’m sticking my dick into her so hard that even the clapping sound of her bouncing ass is probably enough to wake Amber up.
“Oh, fuck!” She screams.
She reaches her arm up around my neck, and I feel on her breasts as we fuck against the bedpost. I hold her hips and throw her pussy back hard against my dick. Then, I pull her hair, and her head snaps back so far that we’re practically eye to eye.
“Yeah, you’re daddy’s little girl! Daddy is fucking his little girl!” I groan.
“Oh, fuck, yeah he is!” She says back and then comes on my cock.
Chapter 5
Amber I
I look through the keyhole of the locked door of my dad’s bedroom and cannot believe what the fuck I’m seeing.
Daddy has my best friend, Leighton, holding onto the bedpost for dear life as she throws her ass back on his dick. He’s fucking the shit out of her pussy, and she’s screaming in pleasure—giving absolutely no fucks that I’m literally ten feet away. I knew when I woke up and saw the empty bottle of cold medicine next to the wine bottle that she had drugged me out, but I could never in a zillion years have guessed it was for this reason.
She’s sweating like she’s in a fucking sauna and screaming that my dad’s dick is too big and she can barely take it. I look at my dad’s dick as he puts it in Leighton’s pussy again and again and notices that it really is truly enormous. My boyfriend’s dick is like half it’s size and girth.
I look down and notice that my fingers are over my pussy. For some reason, I feel this powerful urge to touch it, and I try to fight it but fail, and before I know it my pajama bottoms are off, and my fingers are massaging my clit.
I feel so fucking guilty as I masturbate outside my father’s bedroom door, but the guilt just makes all of this so much fucking hotter. I love seeing them both being so sexually satisfied and into it. They are both so sexy and even sexier together. I love the fact that Leighton did the behind my back and I even love the fact that now she’s really close to my dad so now she’ll always be in my life.
I keep fingering myself until they finish and then I come the hardest I ever have in my fucking life.
Chapter 6
Leighton III
We all sit down at the breakfast table for what has to be the most awkward meal that’s happened anywhere ever.
Cooks bring out trays of breakfast meats, fruits, cereals, seafood, and even sushi, but none of us are eating a damn thing. We’re just sitting—trying our best not to make eye contact with one another.
“Barbara said she and your mother had a good time in New York…” Amber’s dad finally says. “Oh, my wife and Amber’s mother are friends…it’s kind of an awkward little setup, but the important thing to understand about it is…”
“Daddy, just shut the fuck up,” Amber says, exhausted. “I saw you fucking Leighton last night. It is what it is. I’m not going to tell mom or your wife or anyone else. Let’s just…pretend it didn’t happen. Or, are you two planning on doing it again?”
“No, never!” Amber’s dad says.
“We’re not?” I ask.
“I mean, well, would you want to?”
“Of course!” I say.
“Wow…” Amber says.
“Fuck you, I heard you from the other side of the door. Sounded to me like you were moaning!” I yell at her.
“Fuck you, Leighton, you’re going to throw shots after fucking my dad you fucking bitch?!” Amber screams, jumping up from the table.
The cooks try their damned hardest not to look at us, but eventually give up and gawk.
“Girls, enough!” Tanner scolds us. “Just sit down and eat. We’re going to have a nice meal.”
Amber slowly sits back down, and we, strangely, just begin eating breakfast like nothing happened. Then, Tanner’s phone rings, and he quickly answers it before it even has time to ring once, probably desperate to get out of this awkward situation.
“Hey, honey! Are you back in Miami?” He asks. “What?… Are you serious? No way. No, that can’t be. Um…look, let’s talk about it when you get to the house? Ok, love you, babe. Bye…”
“What the fuck, daddy?” Amber asks.
“Turns our your mother suggested you reconnect with Leighton for a reason…” Amber’s dad says, looking like he’s just found out he’s got AIDS.
“Well, what the fuck is that reason, daddy?!” Amber screams.
“Apparently, Leighton’s mother is a woman I knew back in high school, and…Jesus fucking Christ…”
“SPIT IT OUT, DADDY!” Amber shouts.
“Leighton is my fucking daughter, ok?! Leighton’s mother contacted yours a few months ago, and together they set up this little visit so we could get to know each other a little bit before dropping the bomb.”
Minutes go by like they’re hours.
Amber’s dad starts pacing the kitchen, super confused.
Amber goes to the kitchen sink to vomit.
And, I just start crying and can’t stop…
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BOOK 14: Tricking Daddy!
Chapter 1
Brooke I
I was made to believe that real love doesn’t exist…
But, that was before him. Before, that day when I was thirteen and walked out in a bath towel, while my dad was having a business meeting in our living room and he saw me. And, with his eyes, he worshipped me, even then, my dad’s best friend.
I was inexperienced then, and I still am. Because I’ve never been able to find a man so handsome, so strong, and so kind all at once. His gaze, so intense, has a way of piercing me, stripping me naked. I want to share my first time with him. I’m only a nineteen-year-old coed, but I want him to see me as so much more than that. Above all, I just want him to notice me and think of me the way I think of him.
Jacob, my dad’s oldest and best friend, has been tutoring me since my dad found out that I failed my statistics midterm. Jacob is incredibly smart, but so am I, and the only reason I failed it is because I knew my dad would come up with the idea of making me see Jacob for private tutoring sessions. Jacob would never do anything to betray my dad, but just being close to him is so stimulating to me. Even the way he takes a sip of water radiates strength and authority.
I know I shouldn’t be tricking Jacob into spending time with me. I’ve always had such a bad habit of getting my way by any means necessary. Hopefully, this time, it doesn’t get me into too much trouble.
“I know you hate math, but don’t worry you’ve got me now…whenever you need me!” He tells me.
He smiles that million-dollar smile that makes me melt every time. He rubs my bare shoulder and at the mere impact of his skin touching mine—my entire body starts to tremble.
Under the sleeve of his clean-cut button-down that covers his wide, muscular body, I can see a tattoo that goes all the way down his arm that says “MINE.” Maybe I’m just seeing things because that’s what I want to be…his.
And, maybe tonight, I will be…
Chapter 2
Matthew I
I can’t believe I’m doing this shit!
I’m sitting gunshot in this big, white van. I’ve got a bandanna across the lower half of my face and shades over my eyes. I have some fake gang tattoos on to come off as extra terrifying.
The van pulls up down the street from the spot. I hop out and the other guys, five of us total, nod at one another.
“So how is this going down?” One of the guys asks me.
“Don’t worry about it. Just follow my lead,” I tell him. “And, remember, no stealing shit!”
“What is the point of this exactly?” He questions me.
“The point of this is that all four of you mother fuckers owes me for some shit I’ve done for your asses. So shut the hell up and FOLLOW MY GOD DAMN LEAD!”
“Lead the way, boss!” One of the guys says in a semi-sarcastic tone.
We jump the gate and slowly and carefully cross through the southwest of this fucking jungle of a garden so that we don’t get caught on camera. It’s crazy that this is still daylight and we’re trying to pull this off. This is definitely not going to end well. But, I love her—even if she doesn’t love me, and this is what’s happening—whether we all go down for it or not.
I creep up to one of the windows of the house and peer inside. There she is…now, it’s time to wait…and listen…
Chapter 3
Brooke II
“Daddy, I don’t feel like studying anymore!” I pout.
He just smiles knowingly and flips to the next page in the statistics textbook.
“You’re not going to tell me that’s inappropriate to call you that?” I ask him.
“Why? You’re not going to listen to me!” He laughs. “Besides, I’ve come to kind of like it…”
“You do?!” I ask, excited.
“Yeah, just don’t tell your real dad, ok?”
“Never!” I tell him.
“Good!” He laughs. “We can take a break if you really are that tired. Would you like something to drink?”
“Red wine, please! Pinot Noir or whatever you have lying around…”
“Uh, no, young lady, I meant more like sparkling water,” he says, his tone turning stern.
As he’s pouring us some glasses of sparkling water,
I creep up from my chair and sneak over to him. And, when I get close enough, I stand and wait, and when he turns around, he accidentally spills the glasses of water all over my tank top.
“Oh, shit!” He says. “I’m so sorry…”
“Ah, I’m soaked!” I complain.
As the water drenches further into my top, my breasts become exposed. He takes them in fiercely with his eyes like he wants to devour them. I feel his warm breath slowing as he watches me, the little girl he watched grow up, now a fully grown woman.
I bite my lip and look up at his tall frame, and he rubs my tits with a nearby dishtowel. His hands are sturdy and feel amazing as he applies firmly pressure onto my body.
“Dry?” He asks me.
Before I can open my mouth to answer, a man sneaks up behind him and puts a gun to his head.
Chapter 4
Gio I
“I’m a cop, son. I promise you this will not end well for you,” I tell this young thug who’s pressing the end of his gun against the back of my head.
“You’re a fucking liar!” He growls.
Yet, the trembling in his arms betrays that this is not at all what he actually believes. He’s afraid. He didn’t expect this, and now he’s rethinking his decision to break into my house. I know that I could disarm him and knock him unconscious in less than five seconds, but the less than one percent chance he could get a shot off and that my best friend’s daughter could get hurt is too painful a thought for me to act.
