100 Ways To Pleasure A Little Muse

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

MELISSA’S POV

Daddy and I would be damned if we were caught by either Mom or the truck driver, but the pulsing need in between my legs made that the least of my worries.

Sweat glided down my forehead as I took in my lips.

“Will you be a good girl for daddy?” Bryan whispered, his huge calloused hands slowly dropping to my private area. He was extremely slow, it felt like a torture.

“Ye….yes. I promise to be a good girl.” I nodded in a whisper and took in a deep breath.

“Good, now let’s make it stop hurting.” Bryan’s hand moved to my thigh which was covered with the short skirt I was wearing.

“Make sure you don’t make a sound or we will both be doomed.” His deep voice made my whole body vibrate, my p***y included.

I wanted him to touch me…

To relieve this ache…

The second his huge hand made contact with my bare thigh, I inhaled a large amount of breath, almost as if I was hyperventilating.. as if I was high on drugs.

Mom suddenly turned and we both froze, as if even if we as much as breathed, we'd get caught.

“Are you okay, Melissa? You’re sweating.” She pointed out, her phone still pressed against her ear.

“I—-I—am fine.” I struggled to find my tongue, my throat dried and my hands sweaty.

What if she caught on?

What if she saw Bryan’s hand under my skirt?

What if…..

“Will you stop scaring me?” She scolded. Typical Mom. If she doesn’t nag for a day, something must have gone wrong. Then, she turned to Bryan and glared at him. “You better keep her in check. We still have about three more hours until we reach the island.”

“Okay, I will.” Bryan’s voice was back to the low, obedient tone. It was definitely not the same voice he used when asking me if I needed help down there.

Once Mom was back to her call, Daddy continued from where he stopped, this time, his fingers made contact with my soaking wet panties.

My fingers dug into my hand, creating a crescent moon shape—it was the only way to stop any form of sound from leaving my lips.

“You’re soaking wet, Melissa. You’re such a greedy daughter for my fingers, aren’t you?” Bryan teased as he pressed his thumb against my fold, rubbing it against the fabric of my panties.

“Do you feel relieved?” He asked and I merely shook my head.

I needed more….

I wanted more….

I wanted something to feel this hollowness….the emptiness I was feeling deep inside my core.

“This isn’t helping.” I aired out my frustration, pressing my back against his chest for more relaxation—though it wasn’t helping.

“When did you become this wild princess? You’ve always been docile and naive and innocent.” Daddy whispered as his tongue licked my ear lobe, sending shivers down my spine.

At that moment, I was a wrecking mess.

Wet, wrecked, messy…..

“I’m still innocent, at least I haven’t had s*x with anyone yet.” I replied, in a way only Bryan could hear.

“Don’t let any stupid boy touch you, am I clear?” His voice turned edgy and dark. “If I find out any boy touched you down here, I’d send him to the ICU.”

“Oh, Daddy is overprotective of his daughter.” I whisper-chuckled.

“You deserve a punishment.” Daddy warned as he flicked my p***y with his thumb and middle fingers, I couldn’t help but yelp in both pain and pleasure.

Mom and the truck driver turned towards us and I froze.

“Can you stop being childish? You’re an adult for goodness sake!” Mom glared.

“I’m sorry. I just saw a spider.” That was one smooth lie. I didn’t even realize when it slipped past my lips.

“Get over your phobia for spiders already, you’re an adult.” Mom hissed and turned away, same as the driver who turned on the music and a cowboy country song began to play.

“Why did you do that?” I muttered.

“That’s your punishment for being a brat.” Bryan replied, as his fingers shifted my panties away and inserted a finger.

My wall stretched and I shifted as his finger went deeper, filling me to the brim.

“Do you feel relieved or do you need another finger inside you?”

“I don’t mind. I just need to be stretched and filled.” I let out before I could stop myself.

I haven’t fully adjusted to his big finger inside me, when he added another, and I had to bite the walls of my mouth, until I tasted something metallic, to avoid a moan from slipping out.

Bryan started out slow and steady until I fully adjusted before he began to pump into my p***y like he was getting paid a million dollars for his service.

I needed to grab something.

Anything….

My hands grabbed his thick thighs and I dug my fingers into his flesh, until I was sure I would draw out blood.

This activity went on for about five minutes, until I felt something pool in my lower abdomen. At first, I thought it was pee, but then its force wasn’t one to reckon with, so I rested my head on Daddy’s shoulder and whispered. “I feel like peeing.”

His low chuckle reverberated in my ear. “You want to come. That’s c*m not pee, Princess.”

“I can’t hold out.” I struggled to speak. “It is coming out…” my voice trailed off.

“Let it.”

“What if Mom asks?” Fear coursed through my veins, clearing what was left of the foggy desire in me.

“We will get you cleaned up, so let it out.”

So I did just that.

I let whatever was pulling at me with a reckoning force out and the relief I felt afterwards was divine.

The thick white stuff trickled down my thighs, dropping onto Bryan’s black pants.

“You did well.” He praised, patting my head with his left hand, while the right still remains buried deep inside my core.

“Thank you for making the pain go away.”

“It is normal, Princess. You feel this when you’re attracted to someone and want them sexually.” Daddy explained and my brows furrowed.

Hell no!

I was definitely not attracted to my step-daddy, neither physically or sexually.

“So does that mean——I—-I—am attracted to you sexually?” My eyes collided with his stormy one.

“If rubbing yourself against my c**k could be counted as one, then you are.”