If you want to marry into a family where your almost-father-in-law lives, how do you go about enticing him?costs There's a lot of porn and not a lot of solutions. By the time it's all said and done, I'm on my own.

This is how I came to be standing on his front porch in the middle of January, long beyond the traditional visiting hours, dressed in a short red dress and thigh-highs. When I knock on the door, my hands are trembling, and it's not only because the cold wind makes my clothes feel like a thin blanket.

He is awake, despite the late hour. As the door opens and he steps inside, I find myself unable to take a deep breath. Shane. It's the guy who was meant to be my future father-in-law up until a few days ago. It's funny how unexpected changes may occur so suddenly. Or it's just not that humorous. To put it bluntly, I do not feel like laughing right now.

A tall, broad-shouldered guy with enormous hands and a dash of salt and pepper in his hair, he fills the entrance. He's well into his 40s, making him at least twenty years my senior. A scowl forms on Shane's gorgeous face as he realizes what's happening. "Lisa? Where have you been hiding out?

Let's have a chat; I'd like to hear from you. My teeth are chattering so much that I have to tighten my jaw. It's possible that I should have opted for the trench coat instead. Then, at least, I could wear a coat.

William, thankfully, never keeps me waiting. He makes room for me to pass and keeps the door open. When the heat finally kicks in, it makes me shiver all over again. Perhaps I wouldn't feel as chilly now if I hadn't spent so much time waiting outside to build my nerve.

To ask, "What did he do?"

Eventually, I close my eyes and give up on attempting to restore sensation to my digits. What's up?

"You jerk, son. To what end has he put himself into this predicament? He takes hold of my hand and brings it up between us. My left ring finger is noticeably bare. William frowns as he glides his thumb across his bare skin. All of a sudden, the cold has nothing to do with my chills, and everything to do with want.

This is just one more thing that shows how my connection with Max wasn't firing on all cylinders. Jeremy's father is a freak who can do more with a flick of his thumb than Jeremy could ever hope to accomplish with his whole body. However, Jeremy and I never had anything except polite, nice sex, so I was surprised to see him having sexual relations with his secretary. But I don't think he was doing it with the women that came before her.

I'd rather not discuss it more at the moment. After four days of sobbing and yelling at my girlfriends, I'm about to start crying again if I bring up the time I caught Jeremy fucking his assistant like the greatest goddamn cliché eve

However, it is not the purpose of my visit

In all honesty, my primary motivation for being here is vengeance, with pleasure coming in a distant second.

"William." I carefully utter his name. To this day, I still refer to Jeremy as "Mr.Brandon," even though we've been together for almost a year. This separation was important; it served as a constant reminder that I would always think of him as the father of my lover. For the first time in two years, I look up at him and allow all the feelings I've been suppressing and repressing wash over him.

I have ignored a lot of things over the last two years.

William's black eyes widen, then go heated, and he shuts down, closing himself up tight as a reaction. Still, it seems he can't help himself as he swipes his hand over my exposed ring finger one again. "Explain what took place," I said.

The two of us are finished. I wish my voice didn't catch all the time. There will be no turning back, no crossing over to Go, and no taking the $200. This is it; it's finally over.

He gives my hand a tight squeeze and a slow nod of agreement. I think it's safe to say that "you could use a drink.

I need around 10, but one will do for now. In any case, at least he isn't trying to have me evicted. I take it that's a positive omen? I accompany him to the kitchen and observe as he peruses the bottle contents of the liquor cupboard.

His attention to me is minimal. This is really mind-blowing, right?

"Yes." Obviously he can't forget about my beverage. I'm willing to wager that if pushed, he can recall my birthday along with a number of other information that most people, including my ex, have trouble keeping straight.

Nonetheless, William isn't like the average person

As he meticulously prepares a drink for each of us, the warmth seeps into my skeleton. I'm at a loss for what to do with my hands once I no longer need them for warmth, and the pleasant warmth is a stark reminder of how little clothing I'm really wearing. My dress is so short that just just reaches the tops of my thigh highs, and apart from my garter belt, I'm not wearing anything below it. I have on a provocative and revealing outfit, but William hasn't given me a second glance since I stepped in.

Sorry, but that won't work. Absolutely not acceptable.

After he is through serving the drinks, I muster what little remaining confidence I have and close the space between us, squeezing my way between him and the counter in order to grab the glass. Instantaneously, he is behind me, his hips pressing into my derriere. I mouth the words "thank you" as I look back over my shoulder.

He takes a deep breath in but doesn't budge an inch backwards. "What are you doing, Lisa?"

His refusal to back down provides me with some further fortitude. Just enough time to take a few sips of the drink before cautiously turning to face him. In order to meet his stare, I have to lean back over the counter, and I feel a pleasure go through my body as he compels me to make the necessary adjustments. He is so unmovable that he may as well be made of stone. I jut my chin out slightly. "I have a question."

"Ask it."

"During the previous summer, you and Jeremy were both meant to be working, but I decided to spend my time here at the pool instead." I'm having a hard time keeping my breath. "Since there was no one around, I didn't see the need to bother putting on a suit."

"Mmm." The intensity that had been barely contained in his stare has returned, and it is becoming hotter by the second. Still, he hasn't made any movement toward me, either toward pressing on me or retreating. "That's not a question."

I smack my lips together. "It was wickedly uncomfortable to be out there nude, knowing that I was in your home even while you weren't here," she said. I." The fact that he is so close gives me more courage to get through this challenging section. "I began stroking myself all over. I felt like such a puny whore, but it just made things sizzling hotter.

Now as he's exerting himself more, he reaches around me to grab the counter on each side of my hips. His breathing is becoming more labored. "I don't understand why you're telling me this."

I lower my voice and murmur, "Because it's not anything you don't already know." "I saw you at the upper floor. I could tell you were looking at me through the master window. I move my hand behind me to the counter, which is just within his grasp. My back arches as a result of the maneuver, and my breasts are brought dangerously close to his torso as a result. "When I first began, I was unaware that you were there, but as soon as I realized that you were observing me, I went slowly and laboriously through the process. I was hoping that you would watch. I didn't want you to just sit there and watch." The last one is one that I have never confessed to myself, much less said out, but that is the reality. "Are you able to recall that?"

He lets out a loud sigh. "You have no idea what you really witnessed."

"Okay." I'm trembling like a leaf. "My error."

William has not yet moved away from the scene. "Even if I made an unscheduled visit to the house for lunch on that day, you were still dating my son," she said. He moves just the tiniest bit forward, getting closer and closer to me. "It would be messed up if I stood in my master bedroom while you fingered that gorgeous little pussy," the woman said. "It would be screwed up." It would have made me a monstrous person to have seen the whole event and then sucked my hand while pretending it was you.

I whisper his name, "William," as if it were something only the two of us should know. "I'm sorry, but I can't date your kid at this time."

"What was it that he did?"

"I don't want to discuss it any more."

He does it with a gentle head shake. "I know you have a reason for being here, but it doesn't give you permission to attack me without first telling me the truth. Lisa, you need to let it go. What misdeeds did Jeremy commit?"

The mere proximity of him causes the linguistic brakes I normally use to keep myself from talking about it to vanish. I really, truly don't want to speak about it. I am surprised to learn that I have already responded, since I had no intention of doing so. "He had a sexual relationship with his secretary. I believe that he intended for me to capture him. Either that or he's simply incredibly bad at keeping his misdeeds a secret when he's up to naught good. Except for the fact that it is not the whole truth, saying that I believe he has been cheating on me for a considerable amount of time feels exactly the same as confessing that I am an idiot. What type of fiancé simply accepts the falsehoods at face value and doesn't question them even when there are discrepancies between the facts?

It would seem that I am the kind of fiancé that you are looking for.

He uses a little cuss word. "I'm sorry."

"I'm not." Even the facts supports it. I will weep and I will mourn for the future I thought would be mine, and I sure as hell will spitefully fuck Jeremy's dad, but I am not sorry that I avoided tying my life to someone who never should have been more than a buddy. I will cry and I will grieve for the future I thought would be mine. Someone who was willing to harm me without hesitation rather than taking the time to sit me down and explain how miserable he is. Even though I wasn't completely content in our relationship, I didn't seek out sexual encounters with other people while we were together since Jeremy is a self-centered person.

However, I just just shared the news with William that the two of us are no longer together.

I bring myself up onto the counter so that our heights are almost equal to one another. As a result of the shift, my skirt is dangerously rising, exposing both my thigh-highs and garters.

William stops moving and stares down at the ground. While he moves one hand to bracket my thigh and traces the spot where my garter connects with the stockings, you and I both pause for a moment to catch our breath. "Lisa." When he calls my name, he has a very different tone of voice this time. A little bit irritated. "If I pull up your skirt, am I going to discover your pussy without clothes on?"

The words cut me like a knife, and I can't help but shudder as a result. I give my lips another lick. "I won't stand in your way if you're determined to find out."

"Dirty chick." He yanks on the garter, and the sudden sting causes me to jump. "Vengeance brought you here," she said.

There is no use in trying to deny the obvious. "Yes."

To take advantage of you in this state would need me to have the character flaw of a self-centered jerk. But he's staring at me in a manner that I've always dreamt about, as if he has a thousand things he wants to do to my body and hasn't chosen where he wants to start doing them.

"Isn't that exactly what we both want to achieve?" When he doesn't respond right away, I continue to question him. "Why not give it a try?"

He brings his hand around to my hip and seizes hold of the fabric of my dress, pressing it taut against my body as he does so. "There are a few explanations that come to mind. You were going to wed my son, weren't you?

I'm having a hard time getting a breather right now. "I'm not going to do it at this time."

"I could have raised you as my own daughter by now."

I watch as every tug of his hand brings the dress up further and higher on my legs, revealing more and more of myself. The scene gives me a euphoric feeling. It's the only justification for some of the things that come out in reaction. Should I refer to you as Daddy then, sir

He is not moving at all. He unfastens my dress in one swift motion, and the cloth quickly falls behind me to cover the most of my thighs. My stomach is in knots from the disappointment, but he won't be going back. Before he grabs my chin, he slides his hand up my side, just barely grazing the curve of my breast on the way, and then he clutches it so hard that it hurts. "Lisa, is it what you're looking for?" When he puts two fingers to the bottom of my lip, he waits for me to open it for him. "You want to call me Daddy while I do dirty things to you that you've only thought about," the man said. "You want to call me Daddy while I do filthy things to you." He mocks fucking by putting his fingers in my mouth and drawing them back out again and again. I watch him with wide eyes, but he doesn't give me a time to determine whether or not I like it before he wraps his remaining fingers firmly around my chin, nearly going so far as to suffocate me with his grasp. I am unable to decide whether or not I enjoy it.

William lowers himself to the ground and retains my eyes while stroking my tongue with his fingertips. You want to call me Daddy as I slide my hand up your skirt and find out what you have in store for me?" "You want to call me Daddy while I find out what you have in store for me?" While I put you in a headlock and lick your cunt till you come? It's nearly too much for me; I can hardly catch my breath, and I genuinely feel like I'm about to throw up, but he doesn't offer me any respite. You want to ride Daddy's cock, don't you?

I let out a scream of terror, which causes him to lose his grip on me and slide his fingers out of my mouth. I am trembling with need, and it has a foul and horrible feeling about it. "Yes," I mumble to myself. "You've got it, that's exactly what I need."

He examines my face more closely. Perhaps he believed that by frightening me with all of that, I would back away from the situation, but instead, I am even more turned on. The tips of my fingers brush across the hem of my garment. "Would you want to see?"

He seems to be taking in his surroundings as if it were the first time he's been in this location. "Not here." The kitchen is located at the front of the home, and the only thing that prevents the neighbors from seeing us even with the lights on are the maple trees that are located in the front yard.

I quickly get off the counter and wobble after him, my knees feeling like they are made of Jell-O. Oh my my, is this thing really taking place? Is he trying to see whether I'm serious about this challenge, or is he just calling my bluff? Although having Daddy kink with William was not at the top of my list of things I wanted from him, I can't ignore the fact that every filthy statement he utters makes the fire in my blood burn brighter.

I want to be impure and nefarious. Forget about the previous several days; I want to forget them all. I'm well aware that this amnesia won't endure indefinitely, but for now I'll take it.

William, who I assume would lead me upstairs, instead saunters into the living room, where I see a large sectional sofa and an ottoman. I've always wanted to fuck on it since, when put together, it makes a huge bed, but Jeremy has never been into anything that resembles public sex. With my pulse racing, I see William press the ottoman against the sofa.

After giving me some thought, he sits down on the sofa and props himself up against the back with his broad legs spread wide. In this position, his cock protrudes visibly from the waistband of his jeans. Ignoring me, he crooks his fingers at me. Literally, "Remove your footwear."