The Exhibition (DARK EROTICA SERIES)

Since my mom married Michael, a filthy rich hottie, my life had been turned upside down. I was 18, naive and eager to please, whereas Daddy was experienced, self-confident and reliable. I enjoyed how he pampered me, in fact I enjoyed it so much I let him do whatever he wanted to me. Daddy took my virginity the day after he married mom, in his own house, just couple of weeks before we left for Italy. At the same time, his son, Ethan my stepbrother, saw Daddy and I in a pretty naughty situation and decided to blackmail me: I had to 'service' him anytime, anywhere, or he'd show my mom the video he had made.

After we left the States, we went to Italy where the legal age for drinking was 18. Since I was 18, I was allowed a glass of wine every now and then, "to actually fully experience the vacation", Daddy said . We travelled everywhere, as a family: Milan, Florence, Rome and the coast of course: Daddy rented a yacht that allowed us to travel to the most beautiful beaches I had ever seen. Mom was happy: I could tell she was enjoying her honeymoon and at the same time, she was pleased with herself since she was sure she had made the right decision. After all, Daddy seemed like the type of a man that was a rock to his family, a caregiver, a true man. I saw the way she looked at him and I knew she was thankful she finally had some stability in her life. In fact, those same qualities were the ones that attracted me to him, without realizing he was attracted to me as well. However, time showed not only that he was into me, but he actually wanted something much more. From the days when he called me: “A good girl.” And the times when he asked me to behave, it had all been a rollercoaster, thoroughly entertaining and erotic.

While we were in Italy, it was much more difficult to do the things we used to do since it was the four of us almost all the time, everywhere. I’d catch him watching me, his eyes travelling from my toes, up to my lips and down again, especially when I was in a bikini. And, I knew he liked what he saw. Daddy took advantage of every opportunity to approach me, and it was a major ego boost, to say the least. I’d literally start shaking, feeling weak in my knees every single time he’d walk up to me and whisper: “Are you being a good girl, Beth?” or “I might have to discipline you soon.” The tone of his voice was powerful enough to make me wet, to desire him even more and to spend my nights pleasuring myself while thinking about him.

Ethan, my stepbrother on the other hand, took all the time he could to spend it with me. He really was a younger version of his dad, and even though he was extremely good-looking, he was too young: he lacked the experience and the confidence which his dad exuded. I didn’t mind having fun with him, after all he did remind me of his dad. Plus, I knew I could use the experience since I wanted to prove daddy just how good of a girl I really was.

Chapter 2

As we stepped out in Naples headed for lunch, mom approached me.

“Beth, there are so many gorgeous looking boys around here! Why don’t you talk to them?” – She exclaimed, hugging me. I could feel daddy’s eyes on my ass as we were walking down the street.

“Oh mom, no. I get all the love I need in this family.” – I retorted. She was over the moon with my answer. She hugged me and kissed me, exclaiming: “Beth, I’m so happy that you feel that was!”

She had no idea just how much.

That same night, we got rooms in the most beautiful boutique hotel I’d ever seen, one room for mom and daddy, and one for me and one for my stepbrother. After we said our “goodnights”, later that night, there was a knock on my door. I went to see who it was and as I opened it, I froze: daddy was standing on my doorstep! He smiled while walking in and closing the door behind him: “Your mom wanted me to check on you.”

I took a step back as he continued walking towards me. When we finally came close, I felt his left hand stretch, grabbing my butt: “You are such a good girl, Beth. You’ve got such sweet lips. Maybe if you behave, I’ll call you sweetlips from now on, huh?”

I nodded, feeling his hand grip my ass as he put his index finger from his right hand into my mouth, slowly massaging my lips as he went: “Mmm yes, sweetlips is just perfect for you.”

I reached out and grabbed his member, massaging in while he was still dressed. I saw he was surprised by my action, but instead of reacting, he simply pushed me on the bed, so I was seated right in front of him.

“If you want to suck my dick so bad, you should’ve just said so, sweetlips.” – He whispered as he unzipped his pants, taking his cock out in front of my eyes then slapping my lips with it a few times. I opened my mouth, pleading to suck it and he allowed me to. I grabbed it with both hands as I licked and sucked the best I could, never breaking eye contact. I could tell daddy was enjoying every juicy swab my hot wet tongue made as I swallowed, then traced my lips up and down his cock. I loved how his dick throbbed and quaked in my mouth when I'd suck hard at his tip, each time I lips drew back up the length of his shaft.

He reached down and put his hand behind my nick, slowly rubbing the back of my nape, pushing my head forward as I sucked. He laid me back onto the bed. Straddling my head as I lay on my back, he continued to plunge deeper into my throat. I gagged. As I was sucking him off, his left had reached around, his fingers trailed up my thighs to find my dripping wet pussy. Oh how I love it when Daddy finger fucks me. It was amazing! I wanted more, I tried to make him fuck me, but as I did, he pulled away: “No, sweetlips, not now" as he abruptly lifted off of me. "Behave now", he said with a level of sternness in his voice, that the glint in his lustful eyes didn't reflect. "Good night.” – And he left the room.

I was really turned on and I didn’t want to masturbate. I needed a good fuck and daddy kept playing with me. So, I got up and went to my stepbrother’s room and knocked on his door. He opened the door, with a facial expression that told me he was already sleeping. His eyes lightened up when he saw me: “Hey Beth, what’s up?”

I smiled and walked in, closing the door behind me. As I walked towards the bed, I took my dress off, completely showing him my naked body.

“Come here, big bro. Your little sister needs you.” – I whispered playfully as I motioned him to the bed. He knew exactly what I meant, and smiled as he walked towards me, undressing. I pulled him on the bed and sat on him, kissing his face, neck and torso, heading towards his dick. As I was about to put it in my mouth, he grabbed me by my shoulders: “No, Beth. My turn now.”

He laid me on the bed and opened my legs while proceeding towards my pussy. The thing with him was we had never fucked, I was only giving him blowjobs. Until tonight.

I felt his tongue on my sweet spot while he was pushing a finger inside me. This caught me by surprise, I had no idea he could do this! It blew my mind as I completely allowed him to pleasure me. As he was licking me off, I saw his cock was fully erected, 'at attention' and ready. I needed a dick that night, and I was going to get one.

I made him get off me as I got on all fours in front of me: “Fuck me Ethan, fuck me hard!” – I yelled, as I felt his hands wrapping around my ass, and finally...his dick inside me.

After what seemed like a quick barrage of short, deep strokes, I felt him pull out. Cum running all over my butt and I knew it was all over. As much as he was young, he still didn’t have the stamina to fuck like his daddy did. But, at least I got some tonight. I got up, got dressed and as I was about to leave the room, he whispered: “You’re amazing.”

Ch

apter 3

We spent the next full day at the beach. As I was basking in the beautiful warmth of the sun, I noticed daddy glancing at me, licking his lips. I felt as if I was an ice-cream ready to be eaten and in a way, it was an amazing feeling. I smiled and turned to watch the sea, where Ethan was coming out from. All the girls at the beach were looking at him. His body was amazing. He only looked at me, though. What a wonderful feeling...to be wanted.

That night we were to attend a very fancy party, thrown by the mayor of the town. We had to get all dressed up, hair and makeup, the whole nine yards and I was really looking forward to it. Mom took me shopping. I got a tiny little red number and killer heels. As I was walking through the makeup section, I noticed my face in the mirror: despite my illusions, the mirror was not lying. I was nothing but a mere 18 years old, a simple teenager. I wasn’t happy at my mediocre reflection, and decided to get some makeup that would hopefully make me look older, more appealing, especially to daddy. I noticed a poster in the back, a huge poster of bright red colored lips, with a sign below: “Luscious lips. For women only”. That is exactly what I needed! I needed proof that I wasn’t a child and I wanted to show the world that I was a woman. I bought the reddest, brightest lipstick I could find and even though somehow it looked like hooker’s lips, I thought it still looked tempting. I knew daddy would not be able to take his eyes off my lips and I was already planning on using the lipstick to leave bright red traces all over his dick.

Mom wasn’t too happy about me getting the lipstick, she tried to persuade me to go with a different shade, but I wouldn’t give in. I hoped she'd simply give up, and luckily she did.

After we got ready, we went down to the hallway of our hotel where daddy and his 'mini me' were already waiting for us. Both of them looked very handsome: elegant suits, expensive watches, and freshly shaved. They literally looked like models out of a magazine. Mom was wearing a long, whitish backless dress that fitted her perfectly. She was the tender princess: the natural makeup, the long, wavy hair and the elegant earrings. She looked like a little, innocent lamb. As she climbed down the stairs, daddy kissed her hand and told her she looked amazing.

As I came down, I saw the three of them staring at me: mom, in confusion, daddy in total arousal whereas Ethan wore a seductive smirk of admiration. I could feel their mixed emotions and I completely absorbed them: feeding my ego and my self-confidence. The tight, short red dress showed more than it covered, the high heels extended my legs even more, but the red lipstick was the absolute winner. I saw daddy staring at my lips and I knew it definitely was a winner.

Daddy stepped up, took my hand and kissed it, then proceeded to lean in and gave me a peck on the cheek while whispering: “You are ravishing, sweetlips. I’m looking forward to sucking the life out of that lipstick of yours.”