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."

It's a brief discussion, and then I get off the ottoman and go up to him. I go to straddle him, but he jerks his head away. "No. It's time to back up and change course. "Take a nap" Any time I don't do what he wants right away, he manipulates me to fit his purposes. My feet and shins were propped up against the back of the sofa while I was urged to lie on my stomach in front of the TV. Because we aren't physically touching, the situation seems much more weird and unpleasant than usual.

He must have sensed my bewilderment because he lets out a deep belly laugh and starts the movie. You can't recall this, can you?

To be quite honest, I only stop moving when the opening titles of a bad action movie begin playing. I was literally laying like this between the two of you.

"Yes." He throws a blanket over my lower body and then pushes my legs apart. In the same way as this The next thing I know, his hand is slipping beneath the covers and bracing my inner thigh. You were sporting a skirt not much longer than this. So, you wanted him to point the finger at you in front of me?

Intimacy and shame are intertwined in my heart. "Maybe." As his hand rises to brush his rough palm across my exposed flesh, my stomach knots and my chest tightens. I choke down my food. "Perhaps I secretly wished that you would."

He then mutters, "Shameless." So, "Let's see how shameless, shall we?" With his other hand, he yanks the throw away and throws it aside. "Lisa, please raise your skirt."

I grab the bottom of my dress and pull it up over my behind, exposing my tush. How about this?

"You're doing well," he told her. My thigh is being tightly grasped by him. To do this, "Spread your legs" and "raise your hips." So long as I comply, his hand will move up and cup my pussy. Unsteadily, we let out a breath. I thought he was going to jump me, strip me naked, and fuck me against the closest hard object. To be honest, I didn't think he was capable of replicating one of the worst near misses we've had in the last two years

"Wet," William mutters. I mean, were you really that soggy for me that day? If only you'd let me... He jabs me with two thick fingers. As in, "You would have, wouldn't you?"

The answer is "yes," I groan. I wriggle and twist in an attempt to get deeper into his grasp. Like I'm on fire, lustful and filthy and unable to control myself. The thought of touching your fingertips was quite appealing.

They vanished into thin air, instantly. I asked Lisa, "You want to be bad?" Show me."

Now I'm looking up at the ceiling. "How?"

"Join me."

When I turn around, I see that he has his legs apart and is resting his hand, palm up, on his thigh. It would be embarrassing if I had time to reflect on the fact that his fingers are still moist with my need. William taps his fingers and nods. I want you to straddle my thigh. Here and now."

The realization of this fact ushers forth a fresh surge of urgency. To comply, I had to tighten my grasp on his shoulders, and I press my palm gently into his. As a reward, William stabs his fingers back into me. It's impossible for me to contain my whimpering this time.

What you need, Lisa, please take. When I refuse, he takes my hip with his free hand and presses his palm against mine. Take my hand and go.

The cold makes me shudder. That's not the kind of hand I'm looking for.

Currently, I can only offer you my hand. In order to get my cock, you have to prove yourself. He flashes a lazy, conceited grin. "I'm not some puny jerk that has to fuck your pussy for my own gratification. If I want to go inside you, I'll do it when I'm ready and not a second sooner. His tone is really forceful. Just take my hand, Lisa." His voice is low and sinister as he creeps in closer. Exhibit your beauty for your father.

It's cruel to refer to him in that way. Alright, I sigh. Next, I make some motions, grinding against his palm and pressing his fingers as far as they will go inside me. Not enough, yet it makes me feel both wonderful and horrible. The fact that I'm back in a familiar place while everything else is so strange just adds to the confusion.

William stares at me for a while, his eyes dark and lustful, before bending down and grabbing my breast through my clothing. To my horror, he sucks me till I scream, and then he stares at me. The dress must come off.

I am delighted to conform. I manage to get rid of it after a little struggle and throw it aside. I can't even take a breath from the way he's looking at me. As the climax of my orgasm approaches, I slow down, hoping to stretch it out for as long as possible. While fucking his hand, I lean back, rest my hands on the ottoman, and expose the sleek profile of my body to him. The man's jaw clenches. You are quite attractive.