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?"

"Because." The tip of his tongue makes a circling motion around my clit. Time is something I have a plenty of, sweetie. You need nothing but some time, your pussy, and a fuckton of patience. So you don't believe I've made up your taste, do you? Now that I understand, you want me to act hastily, don't you think? No. Hell, no!

When I think about it, I could literally jump out of my skin. In other words, keep going!

In the end, he responds, but not with words. With every pull I am lifted and wound more tightly. And then I reach the edge, hovering between one lick and the next, before plummeting to my doom. The force of my approach causes me to scream as I clench my thighs around his head. To keep me open as he continues to beat me until my bones dissolve to putty and I collapse, William jams his enormous hands around them to drive my legs apart again. The end. Oh, please, God, no.

There will be no compassion from his ominous cackle. There will be more than two orgasms tonight, Lisa. Like he can't get enough of me, he's back at my pussy, sliding his fingers over my lips and splitting me. "Just for me, it's so fucking lovely and pink and moist," she said.

When I say "yes," it comes out in a rasp.

William relaxes his posture a little, but he still can't resist touching me. Right now he's avoiding my clit, but his slow, possessive strokes on the rest of me are doing a good job of both relaxing me and reviving my fervor. He can't keep his eyes off of my boobies. I hope to keep this in mind.

"Me too."

No, I don't mean it that way. As though reluctantly, he looks at me in the face. My dampness has spread to his cheeks and jawline. He has a vicious demeanor, and I appreciate that he doesn't seem to mind that I'm all over him. We've already made a hash of things between us, and he warned that this was just the beginning. I want to make a movie about you, sweetie. "Let's have ourselves a little something special."

As before, I proceed. It's one thing to fuck with William. Pictures? Videos? Those will always exist, whether or not the original file is destroyed. Always, always, always, there are backups of the backups. I can't tell whether the shaking in my body is from need or anxiety. What are you going to do with it?

Remember that one weekend when your pussy was all mine to occupy? I feel a strong cupping between my thighs from him. I feel like he claims complete ownership of that facet of my identity. You may save it to your phone if it helps you relax. You may decide whether or not to transmit it to me at a later time.

Not right. It's safe to say that the woman I was four days ago would never have agreed to or even wanted this. I find myself agreeing with the statement. "Yes."

Keep still. As soon as William stands up, he storms out of the room. Before I can ask myself whether this is all a horrible mistake, he will be back with my wallet in his grasp. He throws it down beside me. "Phone."

My hands are trembling as I fumble for it, unlock it, and give it over. William looks at me thoughtfully for a while before he jerks his chin to the sofa. "Go stand over there."

Rather uncomfortably, I comply with the order. Before he can tell me to, I lean against the couch's edge and stretch out my legs. Simply seeing his tight grin is a worthwhile treat. "You're doing well, sweetie." He gets back to his feet, switches off the television, and turns on the living room lights. As William kneels back between my thighs and raises my phone, I feel even more vulnerable than I already have tonight. The neighbors won't be able to peek in because of all the trees

It's too awful, I mutter. I raise my arms and wrap them around the sofa. I'm certain that they'd like the show.

Certainly not. The camera begins rolling as he presses the start button, and he pans over my bottom half. The phrase "needy pussy" comes to mind. Wow, you're so bloated and drenched. William obscenely parts me with his fingers. Just so damned dependent. You're after my cock, but you don't quite grasp it. Just wait till you've earned it. He first sticks one finger inside me, and then he puts two fingers together. "Are you going to rip my cock off as eagerly as you rip my fingers off?"

I nod and mutter, "Yes, Daddy." I watch as he dips his fingers in and out of my wetness, coating them till they reflect brightly in my phone's picture.

Say that with me now: "That's correct. Look at your father fucking you with his fingers like the filthy little whore that you are. With that gruff, edgy tone, he doesn't sound like himself at all. The doctor said, "I guess you can take another one." He jams his third finger into me. The cry that leaves my lips is nearly inevitable; it's almost too much.

William shoots me an intense glance. What I offer you, you take. Hear what I'm saying? If I make you come back, you'll take my three fingers and say "thank you."

Terror and longing swirl within of me. That which he is describing sounds wonderful, and I would want to have it, but it is impossible for me to have it. "I can't."

Exactly what did you say? Before my back can straighten, he withdraws his fingers and takes my chin with two fingers, exactly like he did in the kitchen. I'm dimly aware that the phone is aimed at my face, but my focus is all on him and the terrible expression he's giving off. He uses his fingers to penetrate my mouth, causing me to taste myself and therefore realize that I am every bit the nasty little slut I have been portraying myself to be.