My Bully's Father

Then he was there, on his knees, behind me, with my ass in his hands as he stared into my pussy like he’d never seen it before. Then his mouth, his tongue, oh merciful heavens, his tongue. I moaned and held out my arm to catch the wall while tugging on my tit with the other as he slid his tongue deep inside me.

I wish it could reach that place that ached so good, but somehow the fact that it won’t made me hotter. It was like a teasing of the senses, and when he blew into my pussy before nipping my clit with his teeth, I blacked out for a second.

He didn’t stand up behind me but instead pulled me down onto his cock in a kind of seated reverse cowgirl. Then when that wasn’t getting him deep enough, he pushed me onto my hands and knees right there on the bathroom floor and fucked me.

I guess he’d had enough of being nice after those first two early morning fucks because this time, he threw me around like a ragdoll. My hair flew every which way until he fisted the back of it and tugged. His hand on my hip added pressure, but it was the battering of his cock against my sore pussy walls that made me cry out.

“Take it! My sweet little slut. Guess what we’re doing this weekend.”

“What?” I barely got the word out around an orgasm.

“I’m going to take you away and keep you in my bed all weekend. I won’t let you out until I’ve fucked my kid in you.”

I went off like a shot, dragging him with me. Those words, they get me every time. I was beginning to notice they seem to do the same for him as well. We were stuck together, like two animals in the wild, waiting for his cock to go down so he could pull out.

“Behave!” He bit my jaw playfully as I wiggled my hips, giving his semi-hard cock a taste while he was trying valiantly to get it to go down.

“Why don’t we stay here all day?” I looked over my shoulder at him coquettishly.

“Because I want to take you somewhere, somewhere fun, where there’s no work and no obligations to hinder us.” He was finally able to pull out, and I stumbled to my feet while he just glided to his.

“Why the pout?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Don’t do that; it’s obviously something, so come out with it.”

“I don’t have any clothes with me to take on a trip.” I tried not to make it sound like I was fishing though I was, not really; okay yeah, I was. I’m finding it hard not to blur the lines between what’s real and what’s part of my scheme.

Originally, I did want him to spend money on me, to have him buy me the things his daughter and ex had always taken for granted. But now that my emotions have become involved, I find that I don’t want to use him in that way. I’m beginning to make myself crazy.

I still want revenge; that’s never gonna change. But I’m beginning to regret getting him involved. “Is that what you’re worried about?” Wait, what? He couldn’t possibly have read my mind and seen my thoughts.

“There’s plenty of shops between here and the coast we can shop from.” Oh, that.

“Why the long face now?” He went back to shaving.

“I’m trying to calculate how much I can spend.”

‘Why would you have to spend anything? I’m buying; I’m the one who invited you, remember?”

I tried not to let him see how pleased I was by his offer. I’d planned for this portion of events to take place much later in the game. I guess pussy must be really good if he’s already at the stage where he’s willing to make changes. I picked up the dress I’d borrowed the night before and went on with the next stage of my plan.

“I have a question.”

“Shoot!” He turned off the water in the sink and turned to rest on it as he looked at me.

“This dress, Darla-Sue borrowed it from your wife’s closet; sorry, I mean ex-wife.”

“Yeah, so what’s the problem?”

“Well, it’s never been worn, and the price tag said eight grand, but then, Darla-Sue said her mother wasn’t always that small, so that means she bought the dress after she became….you know like she is.”

“I see what you mean! She basically lives in a hospital gown for the last few years. Well, it’s her money; she can do what she wants.”

“It just seems silly, is all. And how can she shop when she doesn’t even speak and never leaves the house?”

“She can still type, but I guess she’d still need some help since the doctor says her mind is not what it was.” Good, you think about that while I get dressed.