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."

When I look into the camera, I see my own eyes. In all my years, I have never attempted anything like this. One or more firsts seem to be in store for this weekend. Turning my attention away from my phone, I find him looking down at me, as if trying to coax out my most vile fantasies. I look him straight in the eye and say, "Your cock, Daddy. I've had to have your s*x.

It's true what you're saying. William pushes into me so hard that I'm propelled a good distance up the sofa. Oh, cock.

To make matters worst, he fucks me while being irate. I feel like I've opened a Pandora's box for us both by coming here tonight, and we'll never be able to close it again. Like he wants to get revenge on me for making him desire me, it's powerful and almost savage.

I'm enjoying myself thoroughly.

This time my orgasm is armed with fangs and claws, and it tears me to shreds as I approach. Looking for release from the intense pleasure I'm experiencing, I twist and bite his arm. William spits and tries to peel me off of him by putting his hand in my hair, but I resist. As he gets closer, his strokes grow harsher and more frantic, and he bury his face in the back of my ne

As our heavy breathing dies down, I find myself staring at the ceiling. It's still hard for a part of me to comprehend we just accomplished that. My inner child is counting down the days till we can do it again. It seems unlikely that this is what he really wants, although he did invite me to spend the weekend. He no longer needs to satisfy his curiosity or his passion. Right now he's going to help me get dressed and send me on my way. Surely.

It takes me several seconds to realize that he has pushed himself up and is scanning my face since I am so focused on getting out of there quickly. "Lisa." The tone of his voice when he calls my name suggests that this isn't the first time he's heard it.

"What?"

"Was it painful?" My head is still tender from being dragged off him so brutally, so he runs his fingers over the base of my skull. Even if it's just a little discomfort, I have to resist the want to rub my whole body against his now that he's so kind with me after manhandling me and shoving dirt into my ears only a few minutes earlier. The contrast is supposed to be shocking, yet all I can think about is how sensual it is. Say it with me now, "Lisa, reply."

Just good, thanks. My voice is rough right now. The situation is "excellent." In order to speak more clearly, I swallow hard. My apologies about your arm.

They said, "It's nothing." I feel his soft hand on my chin as he examines my face. If I were to injure you, you'd tell me. What I'm saying doesn't sound like an inquiry. It sounds like a demand when spoken

My mouth watered at the thought. The answer is "yes," and I'd spill the beans.

Some aspect of my look must have convinced him, since he nods and steps away from me. Away from me. I let out a little cry of anguish and then bury the sound. I hope he doesn't get the wrong idea.

William frowns as he examines his cock. "Give me a second."

"Sure." I manage to pull myself into a sitting posture by the time he comes from the restroom, his garments righted. I brace myself under his intense stare. And now he's showing me the door.

William shakes his head in exasperation. You still want that drink?"

Eyes flicker. "Um. Yes?"

Remove your stockings and garters. Without waiting for a reply, he continues. Simply walking away, he expects me to follow his orders.

I, too, feel this way. I slide off the belt and undo the garters, then remove the tights. A few minutes later, he comes back with more drinks, and I'm standing there in my underwear, flummoxed. The sofa is a little awkward to sit on after we fucked on it.

William stops in his tracks and raises his eyebrows when he sees me. "Problem?"

To illustrate, I raise my hands and then release them. To me, the whole thing was over once we had sex. No idea how to deal with this. It's this way, I indicate.

His eyebrows just go up higher. He gently states my name, which is "Lisa." When you came on my cock and called me Daddy, and this is what makes you uncomfortable, I ask.

It seems like heat is rising from deep inside my body, and I know I'm blushing without even looking. "It's not the same."

That's a load of bulls**t. He approaches me cautiously and reaches for his own drink instead of mine. I put it to my lips and take a deep gulp. Just the right amount of fruity coolness for me. William sits down on the sofa and crooks his fingers at me. To assemble at this spot.

As such,

But, however, I ought to have learned my lesson by now. This evening has not gone according to my preconceived plan. Unfortunately, it seems like we're continuing down the wrong path. Even though William and I have had sex and I've been pulled down into his lap, I still can't get over the fact that he is so much larger than me. William is all wide warrior build, while his kid is more athletically built. He hasn't mellowed one bit with age. His rough hands go up my leg and around to my hip. I apologize for the inconvenience.

No, "You didn't do anything I didn't come here for."

He pulls an expressional face. It's not about that. Don't worry about what I have planned for you after I've fully healed. He gently squeezes my hip as if he can't resist touching me, as though he still isn't certain this is all real. To quote you, "I'm sorry that he was so fucking foolish to toss someone as precious as you away."

"William." I patiently await his gaze. "I don't want to discuss it at all," the speaker said.

Shame on you, sweetie. If I'm going to help you exact your vengeance, then you'll have to make some concessions. His hand glides back down to my knee, a leisurely pull that might be comforting or the start of something more. I messed up as a parent and he turned out the way I expected he would have turned out.

Not in the mood to make a case for either William or Jeremy. Even if Jeremy is a cheating jerk, the fact that he isn't a complete piece of crap is irrelevant. Perhaps, like me, he knew something was strange about the relationship and that was his method of coping. Nothing can justify what he did, yet if everything were perfect between us, I wouldn't have been stroking myself in response to memories of his father. Again, I swig from my beverage. We just didn't click as a couple. I believe we were both hoping for it to work out, but alas, it did not.

In many ways, what he says echoes what I'm thinking. That's no justification for what he did.

"No," they said. I rest my head on his shoulder ever-so-gently. I feel like a complete idiot for being here at this moment.

Let's just say there's enough of a-holes to go around in this predicament. After a moment of silence, he sighs. To paraphrase: "It's too late to take it back now."

That, against all logic, really made me grin. When he speaks, I swivel my head to meet his gaze. Do you really want to go back in time an hour when you had no idea what the flavor of my pussy was?

His black eyes sparkle as he presses a harsh finger across my lips. "You're a talker, baby girl."

I lunge forward and snag his finger between my teeth, bringing it to my lips for a satisfying suck. The truth is, I have no idea what I'm doing. Maybe I'm sick of discussing Jeremy and coming to terms with the fact that I'm just as evil as he is right now, or maybe I can't handle the idea of being this close to William without having some part of him within me. Justification is irrelevant. And so does his response.

His eyes get steely as he twists his wrist and grabs my chin, and my body responds by pulsating with excitement. After what we just accomplished, I would have guessed you'd need more time to recuperate.

I agree, but I'm having a hard time sitting still on his lap. My eyes beseech as my tongue twirls around his finger. Actually, I have no idea what it is that I'm pleading for. Don't worry about it. William obviously is aware of this.

My empty glass is placed on the table next to his, and I am repositioned so that my back is against his chest. While I'm still trying to guess what's going to happen next, he begins moving his hands aimlessly up and down my body. The hips. And I'm not even talking about my back. My hands on my breasts. It went up and around my neck, then back down again. Needy little slut, he whispers in my ear. You have your first satisfying orgasm at my hands, and that's all you really care about, right?

To encourage him to touch me, I spread my legs brazenly. "Yes. This is exactly what I'm looking for.

I was under the impression that you had already said that you would not be able to attend once again. He slams his rough palm on my pussy and squeezes me so hard it nearly hurts. I've never in my life felt so utterly and completely owned. The way he holds on to me makes me wonder whether he's right about wanting to keep me as his.

In my lungs, every breath feels like a saw. Was there a query from him? It hasn't occurred to me to inquire, so I'm in the dark. William's grasp on me remains firm as he moves his lips from my shoulder to my neck. "You're constantly teasing me, sweetie. You've been teasing me for two years, and now you offer me this pussy and act like you'll only give me three bogus orgasms. This wee-wee? He smacks me so hard that I recoil in resistance. For the next three days, it's all mine.

"But-" The reason I'm debating is beyond me. So far, this is what I've been looking for.

"No." One more smack to my pussy from him. How about the following three days, whose pussy will this be?

My throat tightens for no apparent reason. When I blink, it's usually really quick. "You."

Just one more smack. As the saying goes, "You can do better."

I choke up and my voice becomes husky. Daddy, it's your pussy.

Indeed, you're correct. The moment his fingers glide over my slit, his touch changes to something warm and almost kind. It's my little pussy. I say stop when you've had enough. Are we through for the night?

Leaning my head back on his shoulder, I let a tear fall. And I make the gap between my knees even larger. Incorrect: "No, Daddy. Not yet, anyhow.

That's a good comment, girl. When William leans over to grab the throw, he pulls it over us, covering me from the neck down. I brace myself, but he just takes up the remote and turns the movie back on.

I scowl at the screen when I watch TV. I was under the impression that we weren't through talking.

No, we're not. Relax and enjoy some downtime. He puts his arm around my waist and pushes me closer to his chest.

I try. Absolutely, 100%, 100%. But his large arms are holding me to him, his lips is making lazily patterned kisses on the side of my neck, and his hand is...

A few minutes into the movie, he's already palming my pussy again. Asking, "How many times have we seen movies in the previous two years?"

My legs are trembling, but I manage to stay completely motionless. No, not in this form.