Mega Huge Collection of Rougher Daddies

by Lara Friedman

  "You seem very confident," Alice commented.

  "I do this for a living," Taylor responded dryly.

  "Will Mrs. Durbin be okay?" Alice questioned.

  "Yes," Taylor sighed, "since the police are already in Lisa Durbin's house expecting your call. As I told you, I do this for a living. I never hurt people more than I need to. As for Mike Durbin, the man is going to go to jail because he is a sadistic, arrogant bastard and his wife has dared to stand up to him and sleep with another man."

  "Mrs. Durbin has already decided to contact an excellent divorce lawyer, who will soon be armed with your tape. This will force Mike into a very unfavorable settlement then the tape will be destroyed. When he gets out of prison for the assault, I will be there with a plane ticket to somewhere far away and plus a few thousand dollars. If he doesn't accept, he goes to the hospital. He will of course lose his job here with no trace that could lead back to you."

  "All we have to do now is burn all the evidence that you embezzled. You'll be free."

  "Is the jail time and divorce going to cost me extra?" She grinned.

  "No, but you could help Mrs. Durbin with some of her bills from time to time. Her husband dug quite a big hole," Taylor told her.

  "I'm not made of money," she groaned.

  "Do what you can. It is all any of us can do. She's helping you bury Mike, and that's should count for something."

  "Is this really finally over?" she said with a shake of her head. She couldn't quite believe it.

  "It should be," Taylor responded. He went to her desk and pulled off a sticky note. He scrawled down something. "This is my number. My name is Taylor Eden. If Mike somehow ever bothers you again, give me a call. I'll take care of it."

  "What will that cost?" Alice asked.

  "Nothing; return service is free of charge," he grinned.

  "What happens if he does come back?"

  "You don't need to know, but I've never had to deal with someone a third time. Let's leave it at that," he assured her.

  "Am I ever going to see you again?" she inquired.

  "No. Seriously, do you find me at all attractive?" Taylor chuckled. Alice was kind enough to hesitate.

  "No."

  "Am I in anyway a man you would be interested in?" he continued.

  "Sorry, but no."

  "Good for you and thank you for your honesty. If you will take this piece of advice, go out socially a bit more. Find someone nice. You don't want to be on the board of directors of this firm at forty-five and realize you are alone. You are a nice person; tough and smart. Any guy would be lucky to be with you. Try to trust enough to let someone in."

  "You are not what I expected," she confessed.

  "I get that a lot," he laughed. "Bye now."

  "Wait. Tell me who hired you, please," Alice pleaded. She couldn't stand not knowing.

  "Someone higher up in this firm has been watching your progress. They decided you had made a desperate mistake and deserved a second chance. You are an asset to the firm, so my boss was hired to help you out. I don't have permission to tell you the name of the person who hired him, but I can tell you they've gone through great expense."

  "Thank you," Alice told him. Taylor nodded, turned and left quietly.

  (Epilogue)

  Alice Delacroix sat at the table at the restaurant playing with her lunch. She didn't have much of an appetite and she didn't want to be out of the office with the new account proposals due in two days. Unfortunately when the largest stockholder in the company asked a few of the mid-level managers out to eat, you went out to eat. Finally the ordeal was over; the Gray Lady took the check and paid for the overly expensive unsatisfying meal.

  "A moment, Ms. Delacroix," the woman requested in a way that clearly wasn't a request.

  "Ma'am," Alice gulped. Had something gone wrong? Was she about to watch her career go down the toilet?

  "Please sit for a moment. I would like to show you a token of gratitude for being our number One manager four quarters running. I don't run the company, but I do like to stay on top of things." She slid a ring box over to Alice. Alice opened it and examined the contents.

  "I ... don't understand," Alice said quietly looking down at the zip drive.

  "It is the final copy of your indiscretion, but I think you already knew that," the Gray Lady smiled predatorily.

  "It was you ... I was being rhetorical; I apologize. What I should be asking is why? Why did you do it? How did you it?"

  "You are a corporate asset Ms. Delacroix. As you will discover I defend my corporation very zealously. As to the 'how'; let us just say that a good dog is hard to find."

  "You must have gone through some expense and I'm only a mid-level manager," Alice responded.

  "Seriously Ms. Delacroix, I know you smarter than that," the older woman smirked. Alice stopped being scared and started thinking corporate.

  "How long have you been watching me?"

  "Since your second internship," was the reply.

  "Oh, so you are responsible for my rapid promotions," Alice concluded.

  "Which you deserved," the other woman pointed out.

  "To what end?"

  "One day I want you to run my company, Ms. Delacroix. I don't want the company my late husband I built to become mediocre. I want it to remain in the top of its field."

  "I can do that," Alice agreed. The Gray Lady nodded with pleasure now that Alice had caught up. "One thing I would like to know; who did this? It is something I would like to know." The Gray Lady studied her.

  "Why? You aren't infatuated with that trollish little man, are you?"

  "Oh no," Alice chuckled, "I already have his number -- for business purposes he insists. I want to know who has his leash. As you said, a good dog is hard to find."

  The End.

  Welcome Home

  Its so nice to be back in my old room after spending a year on a mission trip. I look through my closet as I think about the job search I must start. Hopefully I can find something quick so I can move out of Mom's house. I undress removing my bra and panties and throw on a tank top and short shorts glad to have the comforts of home. I hear a key in the door and know Mom must be home, only when she walks in I see she's not alone. The first thing I notice is the carnal look in his eye, I can tell he wants me, although I have been in a third world country not having any sex for the past year, my senses must be off. Oh well. Mom has chosen a hottie that's for sure he's tall and muscular, and that look on his face... I have to remind myself he's Mom's

  "Cathy, I'm so glad you're home! This is William, my boyfriend." She says as she eyes my attire. I feel horrible, I thought my first day back would be just the two of us. "Will, honey this is my daughter" she beams. I hug them both, only when I hug him he pulls me close and I know he feels my erect nipples. He smells amazing as our embrace ends, I feel his hands graze my bottom. I shake the thought, it must have been an accident. I learn that Mom and Will have been together almost a year. After a few minutes I excuse myself to work on my resume. I keep thinking about what just happened and am hopelessly confused.

  When I wake, I decide I need a shower to take my mind off things. I wash my self and as I'm finishing up I bring the showerhead down and tease my clit. My mind drifts to thoughts of Will's strong arms wrapped around me. I use my other hand to grab my breasts, I pull at my nipples, when I'm startled by a noise. Good what kind of daughter fantasizes about her mother's man. I turn the water off and open the shower curtain.

  "Ohh," I scream "What are you doing here?" I yell as I grab for my towel. He beats me to it.

  "I was enjoying the show. Here let me help you," he says as he dries my hair.

  "You sick pervert!" I yell. "What would my mother say?" I snatch the towel back and try to leave but he blocks the door. He's twice my size, there's no way I'm getting past him so I hold the towel tight.

  "Your mother says she wants me happy, and looking at that hot little body makes me happy." With that he shoves me to my knees. His fi
st is in my hair and his long cock finds my mouth. I try to fight but its useless, I've accidentally dropped my towel. He is so much stronger than me and I can hardly catch my breath as he fucks my mouth. I try to scream, that doesn't happen with my mouth full. Finally he pulls me up.

  "Creep, get away from me! I'm telling my mother what a jerk she let into her house!" I scream as I try to cover myself.

  "You dumb whore, don't you know a woman will always blame the other woman," he says as he slaps my face. "Especially after last night, you were practically naked. You think she missed these beautiful nipples standing at attention for me," as he pinches them. I know he's right. I look to the ground and shake my head. "Are you going to be a good little slut now?" When I don't answer he lifts me over his shoulder and carries me to my bedroom. He slaps my ass, I'm helpless. Before putting me down his hand wanders to my pussy. "You stupid little slut, I knew you liked it. Why do you fight me?" He puts me on my bed.

  "My mom," I'm crying now. I can't bring myself to look at his face. "I can't do this to her, its so Wrong."

  "It's ok your mom will never know," he says as he plays with my clit. It feels so good and before I know it I'm moving my hips and let out a moan. I can't believe I'm so turned on right now. He stops. "Are you ready to get on your knees for Daddy?"

  "Please don't make me do this"

  "Fine you leave me no choice but to punish you, when you are ready to be Daddy's little slut let me know." He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me so I'm on the floor sitting on my knees. I wait for the intrusion, but it doesn't come instead he frees his dick. Its beautiful. He pulls my face onto his lap so his cock rests against my face. He slaps my ass. "Count as I spank you, you are in charge of this punishment when you are ready to be a good slut for Daddy I will stop."

  "One," I'm sobbing. As I say the word, I feel his cock against my lips. It's kind of hot.

  "One what?"

  "One Daddy," the next one comes harder than the first. "Two Daddy. Three Daddy," his assault continues, it hurts so bad and his delicious cock is so tempting. "Thirteen Daddy. Fourteen Daddy," I know what he wants and before he can spank me again I do it. I lick the length of his dick. I'm moaning as I do its nice to free myself and he rewards me by massaging my ass.

  "Good girl," he says as he allows me to ravage his cock like a famished whore. I can tell he's about to come, when he pulls me off of him. "Get on top of me," he demands.

  "I want you in my mouth," for some reason sucking him off doesn't seem as bad as fucking him. I'm still worried about hurting Mom.

  "A good little slut gives Daddy what he wants," he pulls me on top of him. It feels amazing when his cock pierces into me. When I fail to move he spank my ass again only now that my pussy is full its feels incredible and although I didn't want to I'm bucking my hips. "Slow down," he demands as he begins to kiss and lick my breasts. I pull my feet so they are flat on the bed and lift myself so only the tip of his dick is inside me then I lower but just enough so his head is inside. I do this a few times as I watch him moving in and out of me. It's so hot then I drop allowing him to fill me. I alternate between small teasing strokes and burying him inside me. "You are a good little slut aren't you?" I nod my head. "Say it," he demands.

  "I'm Daddy's good little slut," I say I can barely contain myself and grind my pussy against him so my clit gets massaged. He grabs my nipples as I come harder than I've ever come before. He thrusts a few more times and empties into me.

  "Good girl," he says as he embraces me. "You've made Daddy proud," I beam at the compliment.

  Later that evening Mom and Will are in her room. I find myself jealously wondering what they are doing in there. While we eat dinner Mom informs me that Will is moving in with us. Will winks at me and I know I will continue to fuck my mom's boyfriend. I can't help the tears that stream down my face.

  "Cathy, what's wrong?"

  "Nothing I'm just so happy for you two," Will nods at me as I answer.

  "Cathy, I want you to make Will feel comfortable here"

  The End.

  The Dancer

  The men cheered as she removed one more tiny layer of gauzy veil, leaving her tanned, smooth flesh even more bare than before. As she danced lithely away from some casually groping fingers she spun the flimsy piece of silk over her head and let it flutter to the floor where the rest of the many nearly invisible pieces lay on the floor.

  The heat in the Inn made her slim, tight body slick with perspiration as she danced sensually among the men, the last remaining pieces of silk clung to the contours of her breasts and sex like a lightly shaded blue skin, revealing as much as they hid.

  These Northerners had never seen anything like the dance of veils that Talia performed now, and they were mad with lust for her. Rarely would even the most callus of whores reveal this much skin in public, for whatever reason, and Talia was not any run of the mill whore. She was more than even these ill-bred Northern barbarians could imagine. And yet she danced for them. She danced a sacred, profound dance for them because it earned her a lot of golden coins.

  And because it made her feel wonderful to dance like this. As she whirled and undulated before them her muscles rippled gloriously beneath the silky sheath of her flawless skin. The thin gauze of her remaining costume showed the blush of her tight, hard nipples, the points of them lifting the filmy material and leaving a clear outline of her excitement. Below, her sex bloomed pinkly and a moist line ran down the centre making men moan with passion, her small tuft of well groomed hair a dark shadow through the blue silk. Even back home most women didn't groom the hair of their sex, but Noblewomen did, and Talia had once been as Noble as they come.

  The tiny chain around her waist tinkled softly in the sudden silence as she ran her hands along the swell of her pert breasts and aimed them at the man in the purple robes. The chain lead to a small dangly piercing in her navel, something else these Northman never saw, ands as she rapidly swayed her hips back and forth the tiny bells in the piercing jingled delicately, the cymbals on her fingers momentarily quiet so they could all hear.

  The man in the robes had remained still during the whole performance, but as Talia focused her attention on him he began to shift uncomfortably in his seat. Trying to adjust some discomfort below the belt perhaps?

  As she brought the dance to its climactic end Talia arched her back low, pushing her sex toward the man in the purple robes, her breasts high and pointed at the smoke stained rafters, and as she beat a speedy rhythm with her finger cymbals she let her body lower to the stained floor her legs folded beneath her buttocks and her practically nude body sprawled out at the feet of this man, an offering. Then she went still, all noise ceased for a heartbeat.

  Then the tavern exploded in loud male voices and the banging of tankards on the table top.

  Once again she had bewitched the lot of them. Coins flew through the air toward her, and bounced off of her supine form. Talia didn't move until the tide of money grew slow and then she stood up in one fluid motion and walked upstairs to the room she rented for the night, and a serving woman from the tavern gathered the coins for her, no doubt pocketing as many as she dared.

  It didn't matter. The money down there was nothing compared to the money she was about to earn up here. And that money would still be only a drop in the large bucket of coin she had.

  Talia quickly bathed off the sweat of her dance in a basin, and donned some more of the silky scarves that made up her dancer's costume. As she finished tucking the last scarf into a band at her wrist the knock she had been expecting came. With one last pat to be sure the veil over her face was in place she went to the door and opened it

  "Madam," the serving girl said with a curtsey, her hands full of Talia's coins, "A man wished to call on you."

  Looking past the girl, Talia saw the man in the purple robes, he was standing as far from the door as he could get, trying to look aloof and above it all, but he glanced at her quickly and his eyes were wide with lust.

 
Without a word Talia gestured the girl and the man into her room. The girl put the coins on a table by the large comfortable looking bed. Talia went to a pair of deeply upholstered chairs by the richly curtained window, and sat. She then poured two glasses of a fine wine while the serving girl let herself out, closing the door behind her.

  The man in robes stood awkwardly for a moment, and then made his way to Talia. He bowed low in the Northern fashion and cleared his throat.

  "I must introduce myself, I am Shel Nathar, a merchant of some small reputation, " He smiled quickly, then it was gone, "I have been many places, and seen much, but never before have I seen anything like the performance you just gave, my Lady."

  "Thank you." She said simply, her voice low, and her accent heavier than it need be.

  "May I have your name Lady?"

  "You may call me Dancer. It will suffice."

  "As you say."

  Talia gestured for him to sit. He did so, and took up the proffered wine. After a sip his eyes widened.

  "A very fine wine."

  "I prefer the best."

  "As do I Dancer, as do I. And you are the best."

  Talia nodded a polite acknowledgment.

  "Dancer, the nature of your dance, it would seem it has a great meaning, but I admit to not being sure of what that was."

  "It has layers of subtlety, but also a more obvious objective... which I believe you have already felt."

  "Ah, ahem, I believe you may be right." He sipped his drink, "I do not wish to offend Dancer, but I find myself at somewhat of a loss for words."

  "That would be a pity, if it were so." She let a little chill into her tone, implying that she would not be the one to proceed, and he had best be a man.

  Shel, understood, and it gave him some manner of courage. "I find myself aroused by your mere presence, you are by far the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I would very much enjoy it if you would dance for me once more. A private dance."

  "I dance for coin good sir."