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.

"You're welcome, Dad."

As he pulls me in, I feel his warmth. That's something I shouldn't like so much, you know. My legs are extended out wide as he pulls me down till I'm almost on his lap as he encourages me to lay down between his open thighs. But, Lisa, it's nice. Actually, I do mean that. A pair of curious fingers split my pussy, and a thumb gently circles my clit. Do you want to accompany us?

It's possible that if I don't, I'll perish. "Yes."

He hasn't stopped tracing my body with his fingertips, poking and prodding me. Suggest to me, sweetie, what it is that this gorgeous pussy need. You only need to ask nicely, and I'll give it to you.

My lower lip clenches as I turn my head to stare at him. Is it safe for me to say this? I can't accept the alternative of being denied my desires. If you insist, Daddy, I'll come. Please."

In this posture, the sensation of his fingers gliding slowly inside me is quite offensive. As if I were nothing more than a toy to be used anyway he saw fit. I ignore my better judgment and let my eyes wander aimlessly about the room. We are in a very vulnerable position. If someone were to walk in on us at this moment, there would be no mistaking what we were doing, no covering up how near I am to coming, and no ignoring the fact that it is his fingers bringing me there.

How would you describe your mental state right now? While pumping his fingers absentmindedly, he asks. "You simply tightened your grip on me."

"I, um." As I inhale, it is a labored effort. As an example, "I was considering how vulnerable we are at the moment."

"Not we. You are in a vulnerable position. "I've got nothing on except these garters, and I feel naked just looking at myself." Then, he uses his free hand to stretch my pussy and leans down to ghost his breath across my clit. "Can you imagine what he would be thinking if he came across us now?"

Not only had I not gone, but now that I have, I can't stop thinking about it. I feel a surge of intense joy. The shame and suffering I've gone through are all Jeremy's fault. I'm an asshole enough that I want to retaliate in kind. "Maybe."

Again, I let out a sigh of relief, and the sensation was nearly too much to bear. My bad for asking...

I reach up and above my head, writhing almost mindlessly in response to his pressure. "Ask me. Anything you want to know, I'll tell you.

How often does he force you to come here, Lisa? It's raw and nasty, as if it had to be pulled out of him. When was the last time he adored your lovely pussy in the manner it was intended to be adored? You'll get the finger and tongue treatment again and over again until you beg for his cock.

My feet curl in the initial stages of an orgasm while my back arches. So near... But William has frozen, halting the euphoric ascent of pleasure as he awaits my response. When I become frustrated, I whimper and flail about. "Never. "He's never done anything like that."

When asked, "He's never forced you to come?"

"No." He also never showed any signs of concern. Not if he got what he wanted.

His voice has become rough from shock. What? "Not one single fucking time?"

The weak word "no" escapes my lips. A resounding "Never"

The only warning I get before his mouth is on me is his curse. That feels so fantastic I can't stop licking and sucking. My toes curl, my back arches, and I orgasm before I really get a chance to fully appreciate it. The last thing I want to do is yank his hair and rub my puss up against his face for as much pleasure as his witty words can provide.

My actions are not intentional, yet I don't feel bad about them.

To get between my open thighs, William raises me up on the ottoman and pushes it forward. My body tenses up. When males have gone down on me in the past, they have usually been in a hurry and just done the absolute minimum to make me ready to fuck. Even though I'm eager to fuck William, he keeps kissing my pussy at a slow, thorough pace. As though he were sitting around with nothing to do. So it's not even for my own amusement that he's doing this; he's having a good time.

By the time his tongue has finished unwinding my thoughts, his fingers are pressing against my thighs, keeping me open. "That's very nice," I mutter to myself.

He runs his tongue's flat over my clit. In other words, "Spend the long weekend here."

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

He's keeping a careful eye on me. "Honey, you may spend the weekend here. Allow me to vent my two years of pent-up rage on your little body as I grovel before your pussy. I'll keep you here until you stop counting. One more lengthy lick. That ought to sate your vengeance appetite, right?

Because of the way he's treating me, I can't concentrate. If he were to pay a visit, however, what would happen?

"He won't" He nips at my thigh. If you wish, I can warn him to keep away from you.

There is nothing specific that I want. If we're only out for payback, we should aim to get caught by Jeremy. But if he finds us, it's game over. My hand gently reaches down and sifts through William's white hair. To get his tongue back on my pussy, I raise my hips. 'Yes, Daddy. I plan to spend the holiday here.

The warmth of his replying smile chills me to the bone. "Good." The next thing I know, his lips is back on me, and he's back to his sluggish tongue fucking.

When I tell myself there's no way I'll return, he gently brings me back to the brink of want by increasing my enjoyment. The speed with which I moan, wriggle, and turn my hips to grind into his lips is beyond my wildest imaginings. "Oh my God, what is this incredible sensation?"