A Night With My Father in Law

Chapter four

“Daddy”

He thrusts. Harder. “Hmm…” I moan, legs spread out, I can't feel them anymore.

He abruptly slides out his finger. He is deliberately torturing me at this point. He brings the same finger to his mouth, slips it in, and tastes me. f**k! He looks freakin sexy doing that. He brings the same finger to my mouth, I open it with enthusiasm, he slips it in, in and out, in and out, miming, f*****g, tasting myself and his saliva. I look him dead in the eyes, he's digging at me like a predator studying its prey. I don't get a chance to decide if I like it or not before he clamps his remaining fingers tightly around my chin, adds another finger, pushing his fingers in my mouth almost deep enough to gag me.

Russell leans down, and holds my gaze as his fingers stroke my tongue, almost choking me. “You want to call me ‘Daddy’ while I bend you over this counter and eat your juicy cunt until you fuckin c*m?” I can't quite catch my breath, but he gives me no relief. “You want to ride Daddy's c**k?”

I make a panicked moan, and he releases me, sliding his fingers out of my mouth. I try to catch my breath, he locks his lips with mine, not giving me the chance to do that. He explores my mouth with his tongue, tasting the proceeds from my wetness, mixed with my saliva. It feels forbidden, but tastes like heaven — a paradox I plan to live by going forward. As long as it brings me pleasure, I am no longer compromising. I let him take the lead, exploring my mouth with his tongue, while I just…follow.

He pauses to look at me. Gosh! Those dark predatory eyes, I cannot deny that his gaze, and his raspy voice when he speaks makes the heat in my blood pulse hotter.

“Would you like to take this further?” I whisper in anticipation. He doesn't respond, still looking me dead in the eye.

Just this pause from him makes my p***y throb in anticipation.

I want to be touched, I want to be bad, I want to be dirty, I want to forget every bit of the last two years.

He interrupts my thoughts as he lifts me up, heading towards the stairs. Yes! That's what I'm talking about.

He takes me up to his bedroom.

He throws me onto the bed. “Take off your shorts,” he orders, his voice dark. I do just that. Laying on my back, I spread my legs wider, leaving myself bare.

“No. Turn around. Liedown.”

When I don’t immediately obey, he moves me how he wants me. Urging me onto my stomach, into a dog pose. It feels strange and awkward, and it is made worse by the fact that we aren't touching.

“I have a little secret to tell you,” he groans, his voice raspy. He leans forward, to my ear.

“I have secret CCTV cameras all around my house”. My eyes light up. Does this mean? “And yes, I have seen every clip of your finger fuckin yourself,” he groans into my ear, with that fuckin raspy voice. I can already feel my wetness grease through my thighs. No. I should be embarrassed by this. Why is my body reacting in the opposite direction?

“And what did you do while watching?” I whisper. “Did you jerk off watching me?”

He scoffs. Then he moves to nudge my legs wider. And then his hand is there, sliding up to bracket my inner thigh. “Have you ever really satisfied yourself with your fingers?”

Embarrassment and desire twine through me. “No.” My breath catches in my throat as his hand shifts higher, his rough palm against my bare skin. I swallow hard. “Maybe I needed external help. Like…” he moves his hand to my p***y, brushing through my wetness.

“Shameless,” he murmurs. “Already wet, and we've not even started yet” he begins rubbing my c**t slowly with what I assume to be his thumb.

“Finish what you were saying” he groans, rubbing my c**t harder. “Maybe you needed external help like what?”

“Hmm” I moan softly, I can't focus on my thoughts with his thumb rubbing my c**t. “Like…” he moves a finger to my entrance, with his thumb still at my c**t. f**k! I love this torture.

I bite hard on my lower lip. “Like…” he continues to rub. I struggle to let out, “Like, your c**k” he pushes a finger in

“Hmm…yes” I cry out.

“So you want my c**k?”

“Yes,” I whimper. He pushes another finger in. “Ahh” I make a muffled moan, as I bite my lower lip.

“Let's see if you can handle it” he groans, as though he is ready to ruin me as he begins to finger f**k me. He continues to thrust in and out with his thumb still rubbing my c**t. I writhe my back against his fingers, trying to take him deeper, f*****g his fingers. If just his two fingers feel this good, what will his c**k do? “Ahh… yes” I moan, my voice shaky. “Hmm” he groans in response.

He brings out his fingers, and proceeds to sit, pushing his fingers out on his thighs, his fingers still wet with my desire. He nudges me with his head to come sit on it. I have to grip his shoulders as I obey, and I do just that, I come down lightly onto his palm. Russell rewards me by pushing his fingers into me again. This time I can't help whimpering. I begin to ride his fingers like the little w***e that I am. His fingers are long, reaching places my fingers could never reach.

“Ahh… yes, I'm about to c*m” I cry out, as I pounce on his fingers, hands behind me, holding me in place. I can feel my breasts bouncing, but I don't worry about it. I'm about to c*m for the first time. I begin to pounce harder, letting his fingers f**k me through and through.

He grabs me suddenly, letting out his fingers from underneath me. “Don't you dare c*m, yet”

What is he trying to do? Does he intend to torture me like this? He pushes me softly, laying me on my back.

He proceeds to lick his fingers, tasting me whilst digging into my eyes. Again. Looking at me like he has plans to ruin me, and he's not ready for me to c*m, f*****g his fingers, a

nd I am so fuckin ready.

He grabs my legs, spreads them wide….