If I say her Daddy was home when I arrived to pick her up, will you know how I mean it? Will you make your own meaning? Does it matter?
Let’s say her Daddy is nervous when she comes down the stairs in a tight black dress. Her heels are too high, and her neckline is too low. And when she kisses me on the cheek, her hand lingers on my jawline. I can hear his breath quicken when I wrap my arm around her.
When she looks him in the eye, there is communication happening that I don’t fully understand. How could I? But when she turns to me and asks if we should eat first or have fun now and go out later, I know the correct answer.
It’s in his stance and his attentive look. It’s in the way she grips my hand and shivers, and it’s in the way my cock twitches when I tell her I have no interest in waiting.
“There’s no point in going upstairs when Daddy’s couch is so comfortable,” she says, and I wonder if he’ll stay. I lead her to the corner seat, where I put my ass down. She looks over her shoulder as she climbs onto my lap, and I see him adjust himself through his pants.
“He’s jealous,” I might say. “He’s jealous because he can’t fuck you, and I can.”
“It would be so wrong for Daddy to fuck his little girl.”
I kiss her because her words are sweet, and I need them in my mouth. Maybe I grip her ass or caress the side of her breast; it doesn’t matter because he moans no matter what.
He steps forward as well. His silent eyes tell me a story I don’t care to read.
As I unzip the back of her dress and bury my mouth in her neck, I feel the excitement rise within me, and it comes with a hint of anger and predatory lust. His jealousy feeds me, and I draw out every ounce of it without holding back.
I want to destroy her, and I want her to love me.
When she stands with her back to him and lets her dress fall to the floor, my hands are on her hips. I don’t linger on her underwear, instead pushing it down so I can see everything.
“You are so beautiful,” I say with complete honesty. “I don’t know how he lives with you without losing his mind.”
“He does his best,” she whispers, giving him another look before sinking to her knees. “But this might break him.”
As she frees me from my pants and takes me into her hands and mouth, I push her down so I can fuck her throat. She expects it from me, and his shock is worth any discomfort. As she sucks and chokes and gags and cries, all the while drooling over me, he’s frozen in place. And when I read over her and spread her wet lips wide, I think I hear him cry.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I say, pulling her up by the hair. I shove my wet fingers into her mouth, and she sucks them hungrily as she stands.
“I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” she says, hovering above me. “So long to have your hard cock inside me. So long to get fucked like a big girl.”
“And such a good big girl you are,” I whisper, teasing her with the head of my cock as I see the blur of his hand behind us. “Such a good girl to let me fuck you while he watches. Such a kind girl to let your Daddy watch your very first time.”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” she whispers in my ear as she sinks around me. I grip her ass, and we start to fuck, brutal and manic as if we’ve wanted it for years. As if it’s precisely the wrong thing for us to be doing, and we can no longer resist.
“You’re Daddy’s touching himself as he watches you get fucked. Can you believe it?”
“Of course he is. He’s wanted this almost as long as I have. So disgusting.”
When I kiss her, it’s like our first time. Our mouths linger, and our tongues play. She wraps her arms around my neck, and the love part makes everything better and worse. Her affection is deadly, and my kindness is nearly as bad as my violence.
When I toss her to her back, climb between her legs, and fuck her again, he moves closer. This time kneeling on the floor. This time jerking off faster and faster all without saying a word. He leans in close as she whispers the words we all want to hear.
“Are you going to come in me? You promised you would.”
“Only good girls deserve that. Are you a good girl?”
“I’m the best girl,” she cries as I fuck her faster and harder, laughing at the idea that I have a choice. My body tenses as she sweats beneath me, her legs around my back as if she’s trying to swallow me into her cunt until there’s only one of us lest.
“Please,” she cries again as she reaches out to take his free hand. “Please don’t stop; I want your come.”
When I kiss her, she doesn’t let go, and when I arch my back and look into her eyes, coming deep inside her, she gasps and smiles with joy.
My whole body shakes as she tells me she can feel it.
As she tells me how she’s wanted it for so long.
She squeezes his hand to tell him she loves him too.
When I pull out and kneel over her, looking down at her exhausted body, I can’t resist. The thought is overpowering, and I give in instantly.
“Do you want to taste her?”
He leans in, staring at her parted thighs and soft lips.
“Not there,” I say, turning him toward me. “Here.”
I grip my cock as he whines and whimpers and opens his mouth on me all the same. I’m so sensitive I almost can’t bear it, but the look in her eyes keeps me strong. The way she licks her lips as her Daddy sucks my cock is enough to make me come again, and I don’t hold back.
When he gags and wipes his mouth, I smile and laugh. When she asks me to find her dress, I tuck myself in and pick it up off the floor. Daddy stays watching as she dresses.
Watching as she kisses me and takes my hand.
And even as we move to the door, our dinner plans solidified, and our night already off to a beautiful start, I can see him kneeling, his cock hard and his eyes glazed over in jealous lust.
And maybe, since it’s my story, just maybe, all three of us are incredibly happy.