by Angel Honey
“Convince him,” Amy snapped. Drawing back her leg, she crossed it over the other and I shifted in my chair, desperate to control my erection. Even though she’d turned into a little brat since turning 18, I still didn’t want her to know that I’d started dreaming about pounding her into a fuck-dazed coma.
In my recent fantasies, her face was wet with tears formed when she gagged on my cock. Spit glittered around her mouth and her ever-present pink lip gloss was smeared. Those sexy lips were curved in a smile as she swallowed my cum, lapping up the drops that had fallen on her lips before asking for more.
It was even worse because I knew she was a virgin. Some caveman living deep down in my soul wanted to be the one to push into her tight channel for the first time. I wanted to see her eyes go stark when I rubbed her clit and made her cum mewling on my fingers and cock. Dreaming about her taste was keeping me up at night.
“Daddy?” Amy raised her eyebrows. “Are you going to call him?”
“Of course,” I told her, though I wasn’t looking forward to it. I’d created a new spray that could waterproof any fabric…or so I thought. Unfortunately, caffeine was the weak spot that we hadn’t noticed until Dean Devers, angel investor, came to watch a trial and fund our new marketing campaign. It was an easy enough fix, but he claimed he wasn’t interested in working with a company who didn’t do extensive-enough testing prior to showing off their product.
“Give him anything,” Amy said. She slid forward in the chair and fixed glittering green eyes on me. “Anything. I don’t care if you have to offer 70 percent of your profits.”
She was right, of course. Everything we’d owned had gone into the development of the product. I was confident that with the right investor and marketing campaign, we stood to make millions. The product was perfect. It didn’t stiffen fabric or leave a film on top of it. Everyone from designers to the military would be lining up to get their hands on it.
“I will,” I promised. She graced me with a smile and rose slowly from the chair. Her hard nipples were pressed against the front of her tank top and it took all my strength not to reach for her. I wondered whether Amy would squirm when I sucked on her nipples. I wondered whether they were pale or darker.
But I’d never get to know. I could live with that.
Two Nights Later
“As I told you on the phone, Michael, I’m not interested in working with you at this time.”
Dean sat back in his chair and took another drink of the scotch I’d poured him from the bar in my home office. The only time he had available to meet with me was late at night, and I was more than willing to accommodate him. Unfortunately, the meeting wasn’t going as well as I’d hoped.
“I swear, caffeine was the one thing we didn’t test for. It’s my fault. I was more interested in keeping things like paint or food off the clothing. I didn’t think caffeine would be able to affect the way the spray bonded to the fabric.”
“Look. I’m not saying the product isn’t impressive. It is. You’ll find another investor and I’m sure you’ll do well. But I don’t give out second chances.”
“Is there anything I could say to convince you?”
“Nothing,” Dean said. He finished his drink and set the glass down on the desk. “I’m already looking at new fertility treatments being offered by a pharmaceutical company. I’ve moved on.”
“Fertility treatments?”
“Yes,” he said. “It’s near and dear to my heart. My wife wants a baby, but she’s had trouble getting pregnant.”
“I didn’t know you wanted children.” I’d known Dean for years, and I considered him an acquaintance. As far as I knew, he and his wife were in a marriage of convenience for social purposes.
“Every man wants children,” he said. “To be honest, my wife isn’t that interested, but I’m not going to have a child with some skank from a bar. If these fertility treatments work, she and I could have a child in five years, maybe.”
I nodded, but my mind was racing. Dean and his wife were already reaching the end of her child-bearing years.
“You have a daughter, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“How old is she now?” Dean hadn’t ever met Amy. He moved to New York after her mom left me and her behind. When Sheila left, Amy stopped wanting to go to parties or events. As a result, most of my friends didn’t know her well.
“She’s 18,” I said. “Getting ready to leave for college.”
“What is she going to study?”
“Finance,” I said. “Hopefully she’ll be better with numbers than her old man.” Even though Amy wasn’t mine by blood, I did consider her my daughter. I raised her and I could see some of my internal characteristics in her as she got older.
Dean reached out and picked up a photo from my desk. The picture was Amy and I out at the beach only two weeks before. She was in her fire engine red bikini, her body wet with salt water. With her hair pushed back, the fine bones of her face and her sensual lips were even more evident than normal. To my shame, I’d spent more than one night with my hand wrapped around my hard cock, stroking myself as I stared into our picture.
“She’s beautiful,” he said quietly. “Is she smart?”
“Extremely intelligent,” I said. “She’s third in her class. I’m convinced she’d have been first if it wasn’t for swimming and gymnastics.”
“That’s good,” he said. Dean’s eyes were bright, and I wondered if he was as attracted to her as I was.
“She’s a good girl,” I said.
“Dating anyone?”
My eyebrows winged up. “No. She’s been too focused on school and her athletics. I think she’ll start dating in college, though.”
Silence reigned for long moments. Dean held the picture lightly, studying it while I waited with my nerves tingling. The idea that he might be even a little interested in Amy made me extremely jealous. Of course, I shouldn’t have been. Amy was free to do as she pleased, even if Dean was married and as old as me.
“Maybe we can come to an arrangement,” Dean said. “As long as Amy isn’t dating anyone, I wonder if she would consider seeing me.”
“Seeing you?”
“I want a child,” Dean said. “A healthy, intelligent child.” I felt my jaw drop and Dean held up a hand. “Don’t misunderstand. I have no intention of leaving my wife. But if Amy would be willing to conceive and carry my child, I’d pay her well for the privilege. We could do an open adoption where the child would see her as a beloved aunt.”
“I don’t know…” Jealousy warred with self-interest. If Amy accepted, we had a chance of saving our bacon…but I’d know that someone else had flooded her with sperm, even if it was in a lab.
“Is she a virgin?”
I don’t know what made me lie. “No, she’s not a virgin. Some boy at summer camp.”
“That’s fine,” he said, “as long as she’s not with anyone now.”
“Where would it be done?”
“Here is fine,” Dean said. “Or I could visit her at college. I don’t think it would happen the first time we were together, and it’s not like it’ll be a chore.”
“Wait, you want to fuck her?”
“You’re asking for a lot of money, Michael,” Dean said. “I’ll pay Amy for the favor of carrying my child, but I’m going to have a little fun in the bargain.”
“I don’t think she’ll say yes.”
Dean stood up and shrugged. “That’s your problem. You know my offer. Let me know what you decide.”
For a long time after he left, I sat at my desk and stared at the picture. By the time dawn lit the horizon, I still wasn’t sure what to do.
Later that day, Amy came in from shopping with her friends and threw her bags on the ground, lunging at me for a hug. “Hi Daddy! How’d the meeting go last night?”
I tried to smile, but all I could see was Dean all over her, pressing her thigh apart, sucking on the nipples I’d felt against my chest. “Not good,” I admitted
. “He wants something I can’t give him.”
“I know,” she said, pulling back and sinking into the living room couch. “But I can.”
“What do you mean?”
“I listened in on the conversation last night,” she said. “I’m sorry. I know eavesdropping is wrong, but I just had to know what was going to happen.”
“You heard?”
“Yes,” she admitted. Her long hair hung in front of her eyes as she looked down at her bare feet. “I wanted to know whether or not Mr. Devers was going to invest again.”
“Why?”
“I’m not stupid, Dad. I know that we’re on a limited budget right now and that my going to college for more than one semester is contingent on
“You could always get loans…” I said lamely.
“Nothing like spending my entire adult life trying to pay them back,” she said. “You know that it’s not really an option.” Her college was extremely expensive. Amy was right about it taking years to get things paid back with student loans. Open any newspaper to see how shitty it is.
“What do you want to do?”
“I guess…I’m going to have a baby.” Hearing those words from her mouth made my cock spring to life. I moved behind the couch so that she wouldn’t see my erection at the thought of her belly swelling and her nipples dripping with milk. Fuck, I wanted to be the one to plant my seed deep inside her slender belly, to watch is ripen as she grew with the life I’d put inside her.
Not possible.
“Amy…”
“It’s fine, Dad. It’s one and done. This way, everything will be taken care of and he’ll even pay me extra. Maybe it’ll be enough that you don’t have to cover my college expenses.”
“Take some time to think about it,” I urged her, letting my eyes dip into the scooped neck of her top and then over the creamy mounds of her tits. Thinking of another man enjoying them filled me with white hot rage.
“I will,” she promised.
But a week later, she stopped by my office on her way to a friend’s house and told me she’d decided to go ahead and let Dean fuck her.
That night, I heard her come into the house, but didn’t bother to say hello. All day my jealousy ate away at me. Images danced through my brain like hot pokers. Dean sliding the straps of Amy’s sundress down and kissing her shoulder. Her climbing on top of him and riding him like a pony. His face buried between her thighs, licking the sweet nectar that should have been on my tongue.
No.
The clock passed midnight and I knew she was asleep. Darker thoughts took over and I flipped through a mental scrapbook of fantasies I’d stored up over the long months since she’d turned 18 and I’d noticed just how nice her ass was. As long moments passed, I grew even angrier. One flaw in a test and I was losing the one thing I wanted more than any other: my girl’s unspoiled body.
What kind of girl agrees to fuck a man for money? A whore, that’s who. Amy turning into a whore. My little girl wanted to be a rich man’s slut? Then there was nothing stopping her from being my slut. It should be my cock pressing into her untouched pussy for the first time. My fingers playing with her nipples or discovering her clit. Not his.
Not his.
Fired up, I took one last drink and slammed the glass down, then climbed the stairs. Amy was going to hear exactly what I was thinking. Then my little slut was going to spread her legs for me.
I opened the door to her room and looked at her, sleeping on her side. When she heard me standing there, her hands drifted up to rub her eyes. “Is everything okay?” she asked.
“You’re mine,” I told her, looking at her body through the thin white material of her nightgown in the moonlight. “Mine.”
“Daddy?” Her eyes were sleepy. “What are you doing?”
I approached the bed, my palms hot and ready. “It’s time you learned what happens when you’re ready to trade your body for money.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, and I felt her muscles tense when I pulled her out of bed and set her before me.
“You want to act like a little slut?” I asked, feeling self-righteous. “Then act like a slut. But first you’re going to bend over my fucking lap and get what’s coming to you.” I sat down on her bed and patted my knee. When Amy didn’t respond fast enough, I reached out and smacked her ass.
God, it was tight.
“Get down,” I said and she slowly lowered herself onto my lap. The slight weight of her body on my legs made my erection twitch, but I didn’t give a fuck. Finally I was going to be inside her tight fucking pussy…after I administered a little old-fashioned discipline to her ass. I reached for the hem of her nightgown and pulled it up, baring her smooth legs to my gaze.
With a deep breath, I raised my palm and then let it fly.
Part Two
His hand came down hard on my ass and I yelped, squirming on top of his legs. What if he realized how wet each slap of his hand was making me?
All summer I’d waited for Dad to notice that I was a fully grown woman. I’d sat on his lap, worn the tightest clothes I could find and even hugged him with my arms and legs wrapped around his body. Nothing. Until now.
He raised his hand again and I tensed, then gasped when it hit. First, the sting. Then the heat that spread out from where his palm smacked against my panties.
“Daddy,” I said, wiggling again and feeling his cock hard against me. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you what you deserve,” he said. “So shut up and take it.”
I smiled and rubbed against him while he spanked out his angry. I knew that agreeing to fuck another man would piss Daddy off, but I didn’t know he’d react like this.
How…intriguing.
Finally he stopped. My ass was hot, sore and swollen…and I loved it. I scrambled off his lap and then sat back down before he could move, wrapping my arms around him and burying my head in his shoulder.
The act of punishing me sure took the wind from his sails, I thought. Where heat and tension had roosted, now there was just confusion and lust. I pressed harder against him, flattening my breasts against his chest. “Why are you mad?”
“Baby,” he groaned, dropping a kiss on my head, “I’m so fucking sorry. I lost my damn mind at the thought of him taking you.”
“Who, Dean?”
Daddy nodded and I put a hand on his cheek. “I don’t want Dean, Daddy. I just want your business to succeed and I want to go to college.”
“I know, baby. I know.” He tensed to stand, but I held him tighter.
“I do want someone though.”
“You met someone?” His eyes looked lost, but he forced his lips into a smile. “Who is he? Will I like him?”
“I think you’ll like him,” I teased.
“I’m sure I will.” He didn’t sound sure.
“Trust me,” I promised. “Let me tell you about him. He’s older. He’s creative. He’s trying to corner a deal with an investor right now.”
His eyes widened. “You mean me.”
“I do, Daddy.”
“But you’re still going to fuck Dean?”
“Yes,” I admitted. “There are too many benefits not to.”
“I told him you were a virgin,” Dad said, running a hand down my back.
“I know. Want to make it the truth?”
Without a word, he stood up and placed me on the bed. “Let me see your pussy, my little slut,” he said, the words making me wetter. I spread my legs, bringing my hands up to my pussy and spreading myself to his gaze. As I skimmed over the wet, pink flesh with my nails, I said, “Turnabout is fair play. Strip.”
He walked over to get a closer look, kneeling next to the bed. His eyes were fixated on my flesh and one hand reached out to touch me, then drew back. I shivered.
“Sit up and undress me,” he ordered. I stood, reaching for my nightgown and pulling it over my head, baring my body to his gaze. Sliding my now-soaked panties down, I faced him nude. My hands moved to his belt buc
kle and unhooked it, pulling it out of his belt loops with a soft hiss. Next, I reached to pop his button through the buttonhole, then unzipped the zipper, careful not to catch his thick erection in the tines.
Daddy stepped clear of his pants, shoes and socks, then allowed me to unbutton his shirt slowly, rubbing my pussy against the front of his boxer briefs while I took my time exposing the hard muscles of his chest. Even though he was older, he was still cut and positively mouth-watering.
“You work out,” I said. I knew that, had been running or to the gym with him many times, but I’d never appreciated it as much as I did in this moment.
“I like the view,” he said, brushing back a stray piece of hair that had fallen over my face. Did he mean me? Did he spend his time at the gym pumping iron and checking out my ass in my short terry shorts? I wore them hoping that he would like them, so it was only fair.
Once he was only wearing the boxer briefs, I moved back to my bed and started playing with my pussy again. “Do you like this, Daddy?”
He nodded.
“Do you wish your fingers were here?”
“More than anything, my little slut.”
I liked the way he followed my hand with his eyes, the way his hands reached for me, then retracted. It made me feel desirable, like the kind of girl any man would want. The urge to please him rolled through me and I placed one finger at the entrance to my pussy.
“You’re going to be my first,” I said, pushing my finger into my hole a bit. I could feel it stretch. “I want you here.”
His eyes glazed with lust and he hastily pushed down his boxer briefs. His cock was massive—the biggest I’d ever seen, with a thick, long shaft and an angry pink head. The veins in it twitched and pulsed when he fisted his hand around the end, then ran it up and down the hard length.
“What about birth control?” He asked.
“I want you to fill me with your cum,” I said simply. The chances of getting pregnant from a single encounter were low. We’d still be able to use my womb to bargain with Dean…but I wanted my Daddy’s cum to be the first that drenched my insides.
His cock twitched at my words, his eyes flaring. “Finger yourself,” he ordered. I did, moving my fingers between my swollen pussy lips, strumming my clit until the sensations had me rocking my hips against my hand. I desperately wished for my vibrator, then realized I had an even better option only feet from me.
