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.

"Not in this form," they said. With a clumsy finger, he sketches the outline of my wound. "Only the most courageous person would sit here in nothing but a throw blanket and watch a movie and expect me to do nothing about it."

"Mmm." As he goes around my clit, I hiss under his nose. You must have a compelling excuse to put me on your lap, because I'm not going to sit there until I'm invited.

If I were you, "I'd trip you." Over my shoulder, he laughs loudly and harshly. You landed exactly where I wanted you to, you clumsy girl. Normally I'd be here to assist you get back on your feet, but as soon as my greasy fingers touched this pussy, you could say goodbye.

"Or. Perhaps then, William, you wouldn't have to resort to such tactics. I decide to take action, and I reach over to where he's touching me by moving my hands down his arms. It's possible that I'd grab your hand and lead you to the place where my heart is yearning to be with you.

He natches at my earlobe. That chick is a dirty one. So damned dependent.

Nobody needs to find out. Except.oops." The blanket slides off my shoulders and gathers around my waist as I shrug. "I really, really, really hope nobody comes in here."

"You act as if you want capture." He gently, agonizingly, puts two fingers inside me and then pulls back. As if you want everyone to see me putting my fingers in your pussy.

When I do this, it's usually because I'm looking down. The cloth is so flimsy that it is easy to detect his hand motion. The answer is "They'd know."

It's true, sweetie; they would know. His ominous cackle makes me twitch. I was wondering whether you'd be interested in going for a drive tomorrow. During the afternoon rush hour, when traffic is at its worst. To see how many people take notice, I'll put my hand up your skirt.

Oh, fuck.

He still fucks his fingers slowly. As in, "You want that?"

"Yes, Daddy." Want it badly." Observing the motion of the blanket is almost as uncomfortable as feeling the heat of his fingertips on my skin.

"Lisa." The harshness in his voice cuts like a knife. "If you can sit through this movie, I'll take you upstairs and fuck you right."

That fucking session we had on the sofa wasn't a real one, was it?"

This time it's one of those sardonic laughs. This isn't even close. That was meant to calm you down.

As he gently massages my pussy with the movie on in the background, I lose track of time. Even as my eyes track the moving pictures, my thoughts are entirely occupied with William's fingers as they slowly move over my skin and mark me. I can't help but feel like I'm borderline insane thinking that this was a huge blunder. Where else can you find sex as amazing as this? Are my best years behind me at age 26? Will I never find another guy who can make me feel the way he does?

William won't let me join them. Never even once. Time and time again, he pushes me to the brink before gently pulling me back. By the end of the movie, I'm trembling so badly that he has to hold me in place by pinning me to his lap. He makes a gentle arc over my clit as the credits roll and my surname disappears. That's a good comment, girl.

I snarled, "Fuck you," under my breath.

How about I give it a kiss and see if that helps?

Almost yell at him to "fuck off," as it were. I'm so precariously balanced that even a little wind may send me tumbling. But I don't want to sacrifice my nose for his lips. "Yes."

"Yes."

My face is on fire, but I'm too far gone to notice. In other words, Daddy, lick my pussy. Get me in your face and see what happens.

In a loud exhale, he lets out his breath. "You filthy, filthy little pig. I take it you want me to take care of everything.

"What?"

William has already gotten up, moved me off his lap, grabbed a cushion, and reclined on the ottoman with his head facing the windows along the wall that overlook the backyard. His brow raises in a curious way. To insert one's tongue into one's cunt: "You want my tongue in your cunt? Come on over and jump on my face for a while.

As quickly as I can, I make my way to his chest and he raises me up to straddle his face, but I can hardly breathe the whole time. This is the ideal position for his head thanks to the cushion. Unfortunately, he doesn't just let me go free. "Above you."

I follow orders and am shocked. The glass surfaces serve as mirrors, allowing us to see our reflection. His big hands are on my hips, and I can feel his head between my thighs. And me. I can see myself in my entirety. My hair was twisted in a manner that only fucking could have done it; my waist was narrow and my breasts were red. This is how my sneaky face usually looks.

Do you enjoy how you appear with your father's head tucked in between your legs?

To which I respond, "Yes," in a low voice. I make eye contact with him on the floor. I like it even more when your tongue is on my pussy. To wit: In order to get my phone, I pull away from him for a moment. Riding on his top chest gives me a sense of freedom and invulnerability. In response, I pick up my phone and push the button. In other words, Daddy, lick my pussy. Please."

While he drags his tongue over me and parts my pussy with his thumbs, he looks directly into the camera. I pause the recording to snap a photo. I can't believe how dirty it is. It's not only that his lips is in such close proximity to such a sensitive area of mine; it's also the expression in his eyes. That this is just the beginning of all the horrible things he plans to do to me.