Sex With My Daddy

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."