Daphne Vs. Daddy

Now, as I look down at the bulge in my pants, I realize that even if I don’t send dick pics to her, I can take care of myself, at least right now. It won’t feel as good as tonight, when she wraps her soft hands around it, but I can do all right by myself. I’ve jacked off enough on lonely nights.

I hurry over and lock my office door, and then lean back against my desk, unzipping my Brooks Brothers slacks and taking my dick out. It's already almost fully engorged—purple and red veins running every which way on it and with a sigh of relief, I squirt some lotion I keep in my desk for just this purpose into my hand and start running it up and down my dick.

God, that feels amazing. I close my eyes, imagining spanking Daphne, her perky ass cheeks turning red under my hand, as she lies draped over my lap. Maybe I could convince her to wear her hair in pigtails and a short plaid skirt when she comes over tonight. Not that she did either of those things when she was a kid, but…

My hand is running up and down my dick faster, tighter, as I imagine spanking her until she begs for me to stop, and then making her get to her knees to suck my dick. I can use her pigtails as leverage…

I grab a tissue off my desk at just the last moment and catch my cum, trying to shoot across my office. It’d be hard to explain where white, sticky cum came from to the cleaning crew. Finally, finally, my dick has shot out everything it has and I sink back against my desk.

As nice as that was, though, I can’t wait for tonight. Jerking off without Daphne, just to the memory of her, simply isn't enough. Not anymore.

I seem to have become addicted to her, and even more bizarrely, I’m okay with that. I’m great with that.

Something I never thought I’d say.

13

Daphne

I look around the table, grinning. It’s girls’ night out with all my besties, and I can’t wipe the smile off my face. Everyone is always so busy right now with their boyfriends that it makes it hard to find time to get together, but tonight, we made it happen.

And even more awesome? Now I finally have a boyfriend of my own. After the last year of watching all of my best friends hook up with hot, sexy, rich men, it’s finally my turn, which is fucking awesome.

Even if I can’t tell them who it is.

I take a swig of my cosmo, unwilling to let that small detail ruin the happiness I’m feeling.

“Soooooooo…” Carla says with a huge grin, “tell us what happened last weekend. Your birthday and your,” she wiggles her eyebrows, “very special birthday present. Was it as amazing as you thought it’d be?”

Oh wow. I’d forgotten I’d even told them I was going to do that. That Daphne seemed so far away, like she was a different person than me. Fucking Roger seems like the world’s most awful idea—what had even possessed me to want to do that, let alone want to do that with another guy there too? Just … ewwww. Now if Dominic wanted to have a threesome, I bet he’d bring back a real sexy guy, someone ready to fuck me seven ways to Sunday.

I realize that everyone is just staring at me and I haven’t answered Carla’s question.

“No, it wasn’t,” I say baldly. “I’ve never been so bored in my life.”

“Really?” Gisele squeals in surprise. “How is that even possible? I mean, two giant dicks in one bed? Both of them focused just on me? Sounds like heaven.” She sighs happily, and I have to wonder for a moment if Gisele has actually been in a threesome already. Maybe Stone brought home a band member and they fucked until dawn.

“Well, turns out, they weren’t so much focused on me as they were on each other,” I say drily.

“What?” The babble of shocked voices echoes around the table as everyone just stares at me. I shrug.

“Roger was gay?” Lisa finally gets out.

“I knew there was something about him,” Gisele says. “Nice enough, but just not into your assets, if you know what I mean. Stone can’t keep his eyes off my ass when I walk. Roger…he just didn’t seem to care much about yours. And he paid no attention to your tits. Definitely something wrong with that.”

Huh. She’s right. I hadn’t thought about it before, but there had been a distinct lack of ass smacking as I walked by in the years that I dated Roger.

But not with Dominic. I can’t help myself—I grin happily. Dominic pretty much can’t keep his hands off any part of me. It’s been a week of ass grabbing, tit grabbing, and everywhere-else grabbing. That is, if he ever lets me go to begin with. It’s been hard to leave and go to work at the hospital every morning. Leaving his bed…

Torture.

“So, if Roger is playing for the other team, and so was the third party in your little birthday celebration, then why are you so happy?” Lisa’s sensible question cuts through my daydreams about surprising Dominic that night with a blowjob.

Oh.

Damn.

I mean, I’ve been friends with Carla and Lisa and Gisele for years. They know Dominic…as my father. My stepfather. I can’t say, “Surprise! I’m fucking my stepdad!” They’d hit the roof.