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My thoughts cycled through different scenes of exotic splendor, each one tickling my vulva and causing me to become aroused. I imagined being chained to a tree as his male friends all took turns on my body. I pictured us screwing in a corn field in the middle of the afternoon, potentially risking being discovered by anyone walking through. My naughtiest thought was to make love in my mother's bed and leave the sheets unwashed, smiling as she walks to bed unknowingly about to sleep in the stains of my juices.
I shivered.
Why was I tormenting myself with such thoughts? I wouldn't be home for another two hours and I was already wet with anticipation. I groaned with frustration, waving my arms wildly around to shake some of the flustered feelings out before having to pack up my car. My roommate had already left two days prior, so I could masturbate if I wanted to get rid of this feeling. It would help to be able to concentrate without this persistent tingle in my clit. If I held on to it too long, I might cum in the car while driving over a speed bump. I giggled at the thought.
My brief debate only caused more frustration and I huffed off to the bathroom to run a quick bath for my pleasure session. I came hard and fast in the warm water with enough time leftover to load up my car. I was glad everything fit without a fuss and went back upstairs to clean up the room. There wasn't a great mess to clean up. It was mostly just dirt and dust that had built up over the past few months. It wasn't long before I had turned in my room key, checked out, and collapsed into the driver's seat of my car. I was excited to head back home.
While shifting lanes and carefully obeying traffic laws, I reflected on the past year. I had discovered so many different kinks about myself that I had never known. I wasn't the same girl with silly dreams to be swept away by a prince. Now that I've tasted a king, I never wanted to go back to the land of peasants and knights. They were mere simpletons compared to the amazing brawn I got to hug and squeeze at home. Not only did he please me, but he was always around for me. When I failed a test a few months ago, he allowed me to cry in his lap because I was torn about it. He didn't spank me because I failed, but instead gave me a safe space to vent. What boy in my college world would be bothered to do such a thing? Such a college hunk would only be capable of text communication and wouldn't know how to handle emotions.
A boy simply wouldn't do.
I passed a bar boasting loud music and a fresh selection of university kids who were likely from the same place. I almost envied their carefree spirit, the joyful way in which they swayed with the music and raised their beers. In some ways, I was supposed to be with them. Tonight was about celebrating freedom from class and work, but instead I was heading home to my darkest fantasy. It made me feel more mature, like I had different responsibilities than these kids. I was indebted to my Daddy whom I wanted so desperately to please. I gave up my little girl activities to join the big leagues. It was better than senseless parties and ridiculous toying with ridiculous boys. My envy faded as I drove away, glancing at the rear view mirror to take one last look. Their lives seemed so much more complicated than mine even though I was the one engaging in kinky sex and obedience training.
The thought made me laugh. Half those boys would run at the sight of my toy chest. They wouldn't even know what to do with a gag if I told them. I drove on, confident in the decision I had made to stay inside my dream world instead of playing in reality. Dreams were so much more fun. You could do anything in dreams.
As I pulled up into the driveway, I wondered when I would be able to spend any time with my Daddy this weekend. Would he have room for this surprise while my mother was in the house? Was she even home right now? My brain ran amuck with all sorts of scenarios where we got caught or where we couldn't play because of her presence. I almost resented her, but I had to remind myself that I was the outsider here. This was their marriage.
But how could she be so selfish with him?
Chapter Six
What I appreciated most about Daddy was his dedication to us, to our relationship. It made me feel so incredibly special. The night I had gotten home was rather uneventful as I had nothing planned and wasn't feeling up to going anywhere. Any girl my age would have done something, maybe go to a bar, but I just wanted to be home and lounge around in my night dress while watching B-rated horror movies.
The next day proved to be a little more promising. I'm not sure how Daddy did it, but he managed to get my mother out of the house right after lunch. Excitement grew in my belly as she left and he winked while I attempted to finish my food. I was sure he knew how difficult he made it to concentrate on anything, even a simple activity such as eating.
“Victoria,” Daddy suddenly appeared in the doorway, making me jump in my chair. “Could you run to the store for me really quick? I need a pack of cigarettes.”
“I didn't know you smoked.” I said.
“Only occasionally. Now don't argue. Here's the money.”
Without argument, I accepted the cash and grabbed my keys to drive to the corner store. Daddy had never smoked before, or I had never seen him smoke. Was it part of his bad persona? Had he started recently without me noticing? Was this part of his surprise? I tried not to think about it as I walked into the convenient store and made my purchase. The clerk eyed me suspiciously as I handed her my ID, probably because she had never seen me purchase cigarettes before. I disregarded her stare.
On the way home, I tried to call Lillian to see if she wanted to do anything tonight. Her phone rang forever before going to voicemail which meant she was busy doing something. I sped up to get home faster, wanting to just lie in my Daddy's arms now that mom was out of the house. And why had he sent me out anyway? He could ha
ve gone up to the store on his bike. It wasn't like it was that far.
I walked through the door and immediately felt a shift in the house. Something was weird. I put the cigarettes and my things on the counter, preparing myself for Daddy to pop out of the hall closet or to sneak up behind me.
But nothing happened.
I carefully walked up the carpeted hall, trailing my fingers along the wall. It felt like Daddy wanted to play...and I was feeling very playful. My nails caught on the closet door right before my room and I traced the outline of the wood, anticipating what great visual I might find waiting for me.
As I started to push the door open, I could hear small grunts and the squeak of the mattress. The surprise I found was all too exciting: Lillian was nude with her wrists bound behind her and Daddy was plunging his cock deep into her warm pussy. He gripped her hips to keep her in place and a gag occupied her mouth which explained why I hadn't heard them when I first walked in. Daddy could be quiet when he needed to be. It was another perk of him being my Daddy as he sometimes sneaked in to my room at night to fuck me while mother was sleeping next door. What a thrill it gave me to sin in this way.
I regarded the presentation admirably, soaking in the scene as elation washed over my entire body. Lillian didn't even turn to look at me. She was getting to be an obedient little girl just like me, only doing as Daddy instructs when he is present. While she continued to take her pounding, I walked over to the edge of the bed and took her face between my hands to kiss her forehead. She looked so beautiful being tortured like this. I wanted to play with her.
“Do you like seeing your sister like this?” Daddy asked, still shoving his rod into her burning depths.
“Yes, Daddy. It pleases me.” I said, stroking her face with a polished nail.
“May I play with her?”
“You may. I bought you a special toy since you're a big girl now.”
Without pulling from Lillian's sweet puss, he leaned over and grabbed a toy from the bedside dresser drawer. It sparkled in the light as he presented it, a beautiful rose pink dildo fixated to lace straps that had pink buckles. I gasped, taken aback by the gesture. I reached out to hold my gift, the wonderful surprise Daddy had hidden from me all this time. In my mind, I had imagined an infinite number of scenes where I was being dominated and pounded, but this gave me permission to do all of those things to Lillian.
My sweet sister appeared to smile around the ball gag, but it was difficult to tell. She had been squeaking the entire time I had been admiring the strap-on, my senses abuzz with desire for her juicy lips to be wrapped around this dildo. The base of the dildo boasted a small bullet vibrator which was perfect to stimulate me while I penetrated her. Pleased, Daddy dismounted Lillian and held her bottom in place. He motioned with his eyes towards her bottom that was raised above the rest of her, a sign of submission to him and to me.
