Sold For Pleasure Vol. 3

Mom wore this beautiful floor-length silverfish gown which complemented her eyes. Her hair was up in a very elegant bun, accenting her lean physique and beautiful neck. Me on the other hand, I wore this red, short dress, had my hair down and my makeup was “nearly there”, but enough to accent my eyes and lips. All in all, I was ready for Daddy’s looks.

He even had a car sent out for us to pick us up. The driver knocked on our door, opened the car door for us and took us to Daddy’s house.

“Oh, by the way, I forgot to show you this!” – Mom squeaked as if she was a teenager. Waving her hand into my face, I soon realized she was bragging with her engagement ring. And boy, she really had something to brag about! The ring was beyond beautiful and elegant, with the biggest diamond I’ve ever seen!

“I’m happy for you mom!” – I said, leaning in and giving her a hug.

“I guess it’s all official now!” – She said, almost tearing up.

“Yes, and it’ll be okay! Now don’t cry you’ll ruin your makeup!”

As we arrived to his house, I realized Daddy really was a very rich and successful man. No wonder his charisma was simply drawing everyone in. His house was a mansion: huge but tastefully decorated. It looked like a Spanish mansion, warm, inviting and elegant. Brian was standing in front of the entrance, apparently waiting for us:

“Welcome ladies! Please allow me to escort you to the dining room.”

We smiled and we took Brian’s hand allowing him to escort us in. The mansion was truly breathtaking, I couldn’t stop admiring the architecture, the paintings, the walls… I heard mom laugh before she looked at me and whispered: “I was the same like you when I was here for the first time.”

As we entered the humongous dining room, I saw Daddy standing behind the head seat at the table. There were already a lot of guests, all elegant and dressed up, seated, waiting for us to arrive. As we walked in, mom went straight to Daddy who in return, walked to her, taking her hand and kissing it: “My beautiful bride!” – He declared, as everyone around the table gave them a round of applause.

I was still standing at the entrance, next to Brian, trying to take in the whole grandeur of this night. On the other hand, I couldn’t take my eyes off Daddy, who looked as if he was a movie star.

I completely forgot about Brian, until I felt his hand on my ass. I turned to him: “Take that hand away from me!” – I snapped, trying to keep it low. He smiled, leaning in and staring into my eyes. God, there was so much of his father in him and I knew Brian will grow to become the man that his dad was. But, for now, he was still just a boy. A very naughty boy.

As he leaned in, instead of removing his hand, he sneaked it in under my dress and into my panties, slowly massaging my pussy from behind.

“You can’t tell me this doesn’t feel good?”

As I was staring into his eyes, feeling the wetness, I thought there was no way to escape him now. Until:

“Beth! Please come over, I want you to meet everyone!”

I looked up and I saw Daddy, facing me with his arms outstretched. I confidently smiled, glaring at Brian: “It really doesn’t.” - With this, I walked towards Daddy, hugging him while the guests were applauding once again.

In the midst of the applause, what no one was able to hear, was Daddy’s words to me:

“Be a good girl don’t let him touch you. Save yourself for Daddy.”

I nodded and went to take my seat.

Chapter 5

I soon realized that in between the guests were a lot of people from our family. Namely, my grandparents, cousins, mom’s relatives which I didn’t know were going to be here tonight. We met Daddy’s family and it turned all of them were really nice people. His friends were high-class but they were also kind and good-spirited. The conversation at the table simply flowed and it felt good to be there that night.

Dinner was spectacular, there were so many courses and plates I stopped counting. But, everything was delicious.

Daddy was seated at the head of the table, with mom on his right hand. Brian was seated next to mom, and I was given the honorary seat on his left. During dinner, I felt him looking, staring at me even, and I was scared that someone else would notice. I had to control my gaze as I saw Brian closely monitoring what I was doing and simply sitting there and starring at his father.

Daddy on the other hand, behaved as if there was nothing happening. He drank, he offered a toast, and he laughed, talked, made small talk to everyone and was simply the star of the night. Mom was so bewitched by him; she didn’t notice anything. Brian on the other hand, either knew or had a feeling about us and it gave me a feeling of unease. I didn’t want mom to find out, especially since there really was nothing to be found out about. I was guilty about being so intensely attracted to Daddy but except for that, there was nothing going on.

As dessert was served, I felt Daddy’s hand on my right knee. He wasn’t looking at me though, he was talking to mom. His hand went up my thigh and on to my panties. He was so smooth, so gentle, I had to grab a glass in front of me and pretend I was drinking to try to hide what was going on under the table. I saw mom, talking to him, so normally. She had no idea Daddy was touching me under the table.

I leaned in and spread my legs. His hand slowly moved my panties aside and he was touching my pussy. I was getting wet and hot, I was already breathing heavily and I was terrified of someone actually finding out. As I looked at Brian, he was the only person from the whole table, staring at me. I realized he knew what was happening under the table, although I had no idea how.

Daddy continued talking to mom, he even leaned in to kiss her a few times. As he leaned in to her, he took his hand away from me which gave me a moment to pull myself together. As I thought it was all done, Daddy leaned in towards me, making small talk, asking silly questions while completely stuffing his fingers into me.

I was staring into his eyes, breathless, simply nodding and saying “yes” to everything he asked. His questions were referred to the dinner itself, was everything in order, did I like the house, would I mind living here, and so on and so forth.

His questions were not important, what mattered was what was happening under the table. I saw the hunger in his eyes and I saw he wanted to go rough and hard with me, but given the circumstances, he had to be gentle. My panties were pushed aside as I felt his hand gliding, up and down, slo