"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.

Which means it's possible I'm not acting at all.

When I gag violently, he carefully slides his fingers out of my mouth while still holding on to my chin to remind me who's boss. What did you say to me, he whispers

As I gaze at him, tears stream down my cheeks yet my whole body is on fire. To amuse myself, I lick my lips slowly. Yes, Daddy. I've got a raspy voice. Weirdly, I have to avoid letting his hands dig into my chin as I speak. The next time you force me to come, I'll gladly accept your fingers as a token of your appreciation.

William looks at my mouth and then pulls me to his.

For more time than I want to admit, I have fantasized of experiencing this man's lips on mine. Fiction pales in comparison to the truth. Not a hint of hesitation or softness can be found. He seizes my mouth like a tyrant, opening it wide to accommodate his tongue, and turning it in the precise direction he desires. He robs me like a fucktard. I can taste remnants of myself all over his tongue, but it just makes the kiss more sexual than everything we've done so far. As for me, I'm all over him.

My memory of the camera is shot. Just thinking about how much I need him makes me forget everything else. I tear away my mouth from his and bury my face in his neck as I cry. It's like, 'Fuck me,' please. I'm counting on you.

William breathes heavily into my face, making my lips sting. One may find condoms in the medicine cabinet. Get after them.

I have no problem following his instruction. I get up and quickly to the downstairs restroom to get a package of condoms since I have no choice but to comply. On the sofa, with his cock out, when I return to the living room. As I was about to continue, I paused. Jesus Christ, he must weigh a ton. This is a really significant statement. "Whoa."

William flashes me that cocky smile of his. Like a nice little daughter, come over here and get on your Daddy's cock.

While I watch, he takes one of the condoms from me and tears it open, rubbing it over his length. I can't even take a deep breath, much alone do anything than straddle him and quiver as he notches his cock at my arrival. At one point, I thought he was going to ram into me, but William just waits for me to decide. There's no way I could have chosen any other location tonight. I never expected to have so much fun despite the questionable logic that led me here.

I gave in to the pull of gravity and gently slid onto his length. However, that has its limits. I'm left gasping and writhing as I attempt to take him further since he's too massive to glide in with a single stroke the first time. "Holy crap, that's nice"

Get everything. I feel his hands on my hips, tugging me down till I'm sure I can feel him in the back of my throat. It's all spelled out for you. When he impales me on his cock, he says things that seem almost kind and caring. The next thing I know, William has hooked the back of my neck and his lips is on mine again, kissing me like I'm the only thing keeping him alive.

After a little struggle, I am able to get access to his cock and continue my adventure, fucking him gently at first so that my body can adjust and gradually increasing my speed. Between those long, deliberate blinks, the remainder of the scene gradually becomes discernible. What's most striking is that he hasn't removed any of his clothing. How vulnerable I feel without clothes. In this new phase of our power dynamic, I'm not sure whether I'm supposed to be the dominant one or the submissive one. Which one would I rather be?

"You've been wanting this cock for a while, haven't you?" He snaps me out of my trancelike state with his speech. While wearing those skimpy dresses and bending down just slightly so I can nearly see your gorgeous pussy, you've been walking about my home. To put me in a compromising position was your intention.

Possibly, I mutter. I enjoyed your interest in me. I enjoyed fantasizing about mistreating you. If it weren't for how bad things have become, I never would have done it. I certainly wouldn't have done it. That doesn't prevent us, though, from creating our unpardonable dream. Holding his shoulders firmly, I bring my whole weight down on his scrotum. There was no need for me to wear a towel as I made my way from the bathroom to his bedroom. Every time I passed your bedroom, I didn't have to slam on the brakes.

"I know." He squeezes my hips harder, telling me to hurry up.

I was on the verge of throwing in the towel that one time. I have no idea whether it is true. It makes no difference to me. "Just to test your reaction, that's all." My revised account of what happened that day is so vivid that I can practically see him in his bedroom, staring at me with those dark eyes. As in the act of throwing in the towel... A question: "What would you have done?"

"I asked you to please enter my room and close the door behind you." As he pulls me down, he holds himself tightly within me. Don't secure it, however. The reason being that you want such an outcome. Being impure, wicked, and sexing me when you shouldn't."

I can't be the only one who fantasizes about becoming a nasty girl or boy, right? When I get close enough, I can lick the ear canal. You don't think I'm now fucking my son's ex-girlfriend, do you? I wasn't the one who stood too near, who looked me too intently, who licked his lips every time my skirt fell just a little too high.

Currently, you're riding my cock, so yeah. Not his. Tossing me back onto the sofa, he catches me by the waist and pulls me under. Then I see my phone, perfectly poised to record the moment his cock slides inside me. Now that he's standing tall and driving into me, I'm at an even greater angle. acting for the camera. I can see his cock, sticky with my yearning, sinking into me, spreading my pussy with his breadth, and feel my breasts tremble with the intensity of each push. 'Who's cock do you need, darling girl?' he groans. "Say it."