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Corella mostly liked the idea of solitude in the country, being able to do what she wanted outside of the hustle and bustle of city life. Granted, she always imagined herself living there with someone else, someone dear to her, but as of yet, she'd failed to find such a person. She didn't fret over that, though, she still had plenty of time before she had to settle down with anyone, though. It wasn't necessarily that she wasn't looking, though, Corella found herself with a partner or two pretty much wherever she went, but she had yet to find one she was truly serious about.

"So I've heard." Corella said after Phee explained the tolling of the bell. "Yes, let's." Corella said, moving forward and opening the door for Phee, "My name's Corella, by the way." She said, reaching up to lay a hand on Phee's lower back as they began to go on their way.

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Phee had also had her fair share of lovers. Even Elgaru had not gotten away unscathed, and he'd been at the business end of a love affair or two with Phee. But Phee never let affairs interfere with her work. At least, not usually.

"My name's Ophelia. But uh, call me Phee," the gunsmith said softly, walking out with Corella. Once they were on the streets, Phee found herself leading the way to the tiny little park near the edge of the city. The grass was sparse, the tree in the center didn't look very healthy. But it was quiet. The most the two girls would see is someone having a nap underneath the old tree or on the park bench. Phee smiled at Corella. "I love this time of day," she said quietly, taking out her lunch. Crackers, and a jam sandwich. She gave half of the sandwich to Corella.

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Corella wasn't particular impressed with the park, considering the state it was in, but then again, it seemed like a lot of cities were tending away from places like this in favor of making room for factories, hence the current slate-gray of the sky. That was a shame, though. Corella liked the little bit of green that a good park could add to a city, it made her feel a little more at home, a little piece of the road outside she could visit.

"Phee." Corella repeated, memorizing the name, "It's pretty. One of the things I hadn't heard from the rumors was your full name, Ophelia." Corella said, remarking on the nobler sounding name, "But the other," She went on, taking the half of the sandwich offered by Phee, "Nobody mentioned how pretty you are."

[Assistant] "Yeah, I don't really... give out my full name that much..." Phee smiled. "Makes me sound much more... formal than I actually am, ya know? I'm not exactly a classy lady... I'm just a gunsmith," her smile turned into a blush as Corella complimented her appearance. "Oh... me? I mean, I'm not... um... thank you, I mean. You're pretty good looking yourself," she quickly took a bite of her jam sandwich, swallowing it quickly. "Oh, the jam is strawberry. I hope you don't mind."

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That made Corella wonder. Phee didn't use her full name because it made her sound too formal? To be honest, Corella felt that people came to her because of her work and if any part of her person-hood was a problem, her name seemed like it'd be pretty low on the list. Many hunters and assassins didn't like the idea of a woman working on their weapons and others didn't like elves in particular (Corella wasn't a fan of either group, especially where they intersected), but the idea that her name hinted at a classier living or bearing than she put out in her shop didn't seem like it'd be that big of a problem. Mostly, Corella was concerned about the trouble it seemed to cause Phee, but if she didn't like her name, the tiefling wasn't going to prod at her.

For the moment, Corella just smirked and basked in how flustered Phee seemed to get when she complimented her appearance. Corella herself was a little more used to that sort of thing, it seemed, which made this more fun. The tiefling giggled, taking a small nibble of mostly jam and tasting it thoughtfully, never taking her eyes off of Phee. "Mmn, I love the taste of your berry, Phee." Corella teased.

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As if poor Phee wasn't blushing enough! Corella's comment made the high elf's face turn almost as pink as the jam they were eating. Phee could be flirty sometimes, yeah, but she was more used to a subtle approach. Casual banter and cute compliments before things got a little more serious. This demoness got right to the point, didn't she?

"Oh, um... thank you. It's well... the jam's not mine I bought it from... the store..." Phee's eyes took a moment to admire Corella's features. "I really did mean what I said before... you're quite beautiful."

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Oh, Corella did like to get right to the point. The more she knew about how attracted someone was to her, the more honest she was with her feelings and desires. With people she just met, like Phee before, she was polite and business-like, but that changed drastically the more she knew about how that person felt about her. Lovers of hers could enjoy up front offers of sex or, if she knew their desires really well, sexual surprises. In fact, despite how she'd communicated with Phee up to this point and how she carried herself around the city, Corella could be extremely lewd. It all went back to her honesty and that was something she stuck to, one of her core beliefs regarding relationships.

"Really?" Corella asked, taking a nibble of her sandwich and then carefully, slowly, setting it aside on a napkin. What she did was deliberately slow, giving Phee time to think and speculate as to what she was about to do. Corella then got up onto her knees and closed the distance between her and Phee, leaving only a foot's distance between their noses.

"I appreciate your honesty, but why not show me how you feel, instead of just telling me?" She challenged with a raised brow.

[Assistant] Phee could scarcely breath, and it wasn't just because the air was thin between her and Corella. She'd hardly expected a walk in the park to turn to something... like this. As the heat between their faces build, Phee found herself admiring Corella's features. Her small nose, magnificent horns, beautiful pink eyes... luscious lips. Phee allowed herself to get closer, and leaned into Corella, gently pressing their lips together, in a chaste, intimate kiss. Her hand went to the back of Corella's head, gently stroking her short hair, carefully minding her horns.

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In a sense, this is what Corella had wanted. Her plush lips pressed against Phee's a kiss shared in the part after the noon bells. A breeze blew past them and rustled some of the branches of the sickly tree and Corella herself gave off a quiet, muffled moan against the elf. She let Phee take the lead, the elf's hand daintily rested on the back of Corella's neck and the heat of her cheeks mixing with that from Phee's blushing ones between them.

However, if nothing else, Corella wasn't so much a fan of chastity. The chasteness of the kiss just told Corella that Phee was shy, but the tiefling had already picked up on the girl's cues of attraction. What else did they have to hide from one another, now?

Corella leaned into the kiss, bringing a hand up to the back of Phee's neck instead as she slowly pushed the elf backwards, more and more until the two of them fell gently to the ground and Corella straddled Phee's hips. Her tail swished, cat-like, as she all but pinned Phee to the ground, turning what was a romantic, spur of the moment kiss into an expression of raw desire. Her tongue lapped at Phee's lips, not so much asking for entrance as much as demanding and Corella's moans took on a more audible volume as she pressed on with the elf beneath her.

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Phee didn't expect the kiss to turn so sexual. First kisses didn't usually go so far, unless both parties were drunk or it was late at night. Corella's boldness surprised Phee, and although they were pretty isolated at the park, the gunsmith found herself on the lookout for anyone that might... offended by what they were doing.

Despite being hesitant, the elf found that she couldn't resist Corella's wiles for long. She allowed Corella's tongue to enter her mouth, and even entered hers with delicate prodding evident of a first kiss. She pulled Corella closer to her, their breasts gently rubbing against each other. Phee moaned back, though she was a little quieter.

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Corella's moans, while louder than Phee's, were still relatively quiet and subdued. After all, they were only kissing, even if it was a passionate kiss. Phee would probably find out just how loud Corella could get later on, but for the time being, the tiefling was subduing her impulses. She wanted to whisk Phee away and make love to her so hard the elf would have to stagger away, legs wobbly, but Phee had struck her as someone who needed more romance and while Corella obviously wasn't subduing herself to match her, she wasn't being quite as intense as she was generally used to.

With Corella on top, it was easy for the tiefling to straddle the elf, as wide as her hips were. Her tight cloth pants didn't leave much to the imagination, but even less so when she was bent over like this. The only saving grace was her coat, whose hood only stayed put because of the tiefling's horns. Phee would feel Corella's tongue, longer than a normal human's, slide against her own, the normally rough texture feeling velvety smooth against the equally rough texture of her own tongue. Then, Corella's moved further and lapped at the inside of Phee's cheek, tracing her mouth as if memorizing it as she playfully flicked at the backs of the elf's front teeth.

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Phee was surprised with Corella's affection, and her attention to detail. This was an experienced woman... not that the elf seemed to mind.

Her own tongue had the same size and texture as a humans, although her teeth would feel slightly... lighter. Many elves in this land were built to eat a light vegetarian diet. As a result, Phee's incisors were smaller, and her teeth lacked both sharpness and weight. Eating anything but the most tender meat would be a huge pain for her. But her teeth provide a pleasant, smooth texture... or so she was told.

Phee ran her tongue along Corella's lower teeth, mentally making note of how different they were for her own. The area around the two women was filled with wet kissing sounds as they explored each other. Eventually, the dainty yet calloused hands of the elf found their way to Corella's shirt, where they gently cupped one of her breasts. Phee moved to gently nibble on Corella's lip, moving back to the deep, intimate kissing only when she was sure the demoness was okay with her next move.

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Corella herself was surprised by the smoothness of Phee's teeth. Her smile hadn't looked any different than normal, but it occurred to her that the difference was probably due to the fact that the gunsmith was an elf. It was an interesting sensation, especially as Phee did the same to her. The elf would find, though, that Corella's teeth were more similar to that of a human's, but that her canines were a little more pronounced. If anything, she was set up more like a carnivore, but then that was the demon blood in her causing that.

Corella moaned out as the elf pressed against Corella's breast. Even though this was the farthest step either had taken so far, Corella didn't shy away from it. Instead, she pushed against the elf's hand, urging her to go on, challenging her to do more and she moaned out just a little louder as Phee started nibbling on her lower lip, eyeing the girl after she was released and giving a pleased giggle as she ran a hand through Ophelia's chestnut hair, sensually at first, before gripping it firmly, tilting the woman's head back just a little and leaning down to use those slightly sharper teeth to nibble on her neck, her moans taking on a little bit of a growl as she went.

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Phee found that she liked the sharpness of Corella's teeth, the way the canines felt against her tongue. In fact, the elf paid special attention those parts of Corella's mouth. That was, until Corella moved down to her neck.

"Ah... ah!" Phee let out a loud gasp as the demoness nibbled on her neck. It gave the elf this... tingly feeling, from the side of her face all the way down to her groin. Her pants began to feel tighter, and her nipples were beginning to poke through her camisole. Meanwhile, Phee kept her hands busy, squeezing Corella's breast gently in her right, while her left began to move under her shirt.

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Corella's slim and slightly exposed stomach made it relatively easy for Phee to get under her shirt, where she was wearing nothing else to prevent her own hardening nipples from poking out against her shirt. Of course, hers was a tad thicker than Phee's, though. Corella rarely wore anything under her shirt and was often aroused, so she didn't need her hard nipples to be that obvious and constant. Again, she moved her chest against Phee's hands, the flesh of her breasts warm and soft, save for her nipples, because of how close the two had gotten.

Corella definitely didn't stop nibbling when Phee started gasping and moaning out. If anything, she started to get a little rougher and see how far she could push the elf before it was too much, but was still careful due to the sharpness of her teeth. With her angled the way she was, Corella brought one of her own hands up to lay over Phee's breast, her fingers finding the nipple poking through, putting pressure against it and working slow, little circles.

Oh, how the tiefling wanted to take this so much farther, but she could not. Not yet, anyways. She'd fuck Phee in the middle of this park, with or without all these people, but she doubted the elf was ready for that kind of debauchery.

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The moment Corella encouraged her, Phee moved her fingers up the demoness's shirt, quickly seeking out her nipple and rubbing it, playing with it gently. She tried her best to be gentle, but found that she grew a little rougher when Corella nibbled on her neck. She couldn't help it. Her pants began to feel impossibly tight, her panties were quickly becoming damp... Corella could take her right here and now, and Phee wouldn't utter a word of protest.

But then, the 1pm bell rang. Those sleeping jolted out their snooze. Phee gasped and even jumped a little bit. She was so busy with Corella, she had completely forgotten about the bell. The city was quickly jolting back to life. Phee's cheeks turned a bright red. "I..."

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Corella lifted away from Phee, seemingly forgetting about the hand the elf had under her shirt at the moment as she looked about. She knew about the noon bells, but she was still new in town, arriving the previous evening. She'd heard the bell tower toll, but the single chime of it's bells signaling the end of the city's hour-long break was new. She watched people get up and leave the park, as if entranced under some sort of spell to obey the chime. It was strange and sort of beautiful.

Corella turned back to Phee, noticing the hand under her shirt again, she looked down at the hand-shaped lump, then back up to Phee, "Naughty." She said with a smirk. Corella then descended back upon the elf, kissing her passionately and sending her tongue straight into Phee's mouth, practically wrapping their tongues together like two entwining snakes in an embrace that could very well take her breath away. When Corella finally parted, she stayed close, lavender eyes staring intently into Phee's darker orbs, "At 6, remember? I'm staying at the Boar's Head Inn." She sat up, still straddling the elf and tapped the girl's nose in time with her words, "Don't. Be. Late."

With that, Corella deftly stood up, and without another word, walked off into the city with a smirk on her face and a giggle in her heart.

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It was like being caught with her pants down, laying here in the park, and Corella's teasing didn't help the matter. "I'm so--" Phee went to apologize before Corella kissed her roughly, something that Phee was confused about but could only return. She didn't move her hand while they kissed, even squeezing her a bit. Gods, this demoness was torturing her. When they parted, Phee listened carefully, her breaths falling in soft pants. "I-I won't be..." she murmured, watching Corella walk away, her breath hitching. Phee had to lay there for a couple more moments before turning around, picking up what was left of her lunch, and heading back to work.

By the time evening had rolled around their romp had seemed like a distant memory. Phee had gotten to work on Corella's gun and made significant progress. The gun would stop jamming now, but it still needed a replacement part to work properly. That would have to be taken care of tomorrow. Phee closed the shop early and sent Elgaru home. It was a long walk back to her apartment, where she quickly ran a bath and rubbed all dirt and grease off of her body. Phee then put on a clean red shirt, and pants that were darker and softer than her work pants. Some sort of mixture of cotton and a fiber Phee couldn't pronounce.

Phee had a tiger lily plant in her apartment, one that was currently in bloom. She gently picked one of the flowers, taking it with her, along with her wallet. Luckily the Boar's Head wasn't too far away, and by the time 6pm rolled around, Phee was sitting in the lounge, flower in hand, waiting for Corella.

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After leaving Phee, Corella had gone off to get a few other errands run. She checked in with the local Viz-Jaq'taar, letting them know the status of her mission, completed, and inquiring about other missions. Pickings were pretty slim here (the best were always back at the main branch) and most of them involved heading back into the country to take out some witch or the like, which she couldn't do until her rifle was repaired, so she decided to wait until she was ready to leave before taking a mission. There was one, though, about a killer in a certain part of the slums of Galinia. What world had they created? This sort of thing seemed to be a problem in every city large enough. What was it with those killers?

Corella decided to make note of where the killings had taken place and avoid those areas, especially if she went walking with Phee later. Come to think of it, where did Phee live, again? Maybe the tiefling would have to check in just to make sure she wasn't about to fuck a killer. She'd get around to that later. Corella was getting kind of hungry, now, and what she'd done to Phee hadn't really filled her up. Corella went back to the inn and got herself a light lunch, not enough to ruin dinner with Phee, and then a couple drinks before going up and bathing as well. By the time everything was said and done, Corella came back down to the lounge area of the inn to find Phee waiting for her, right on time and with a flower, no less!

The tiefling was wearing more casual clothing now, a pair of gray suspenders cut as shorts which accentuated her wide hips very well. The bottom of the shorts came down just past the edge of her rear, hiking up a little in the back to leave little to the imagination. She also wore a light, striped shirt that, since she had just bathed, was a little see-through and exposed her collar, but the suspenders just covered her nipples. Lastly were a pair of long stockings which accentuated Corella's thighs and calves fantastically before ending in a pair of worn-looking boots.

"Hey!" Corella waved at Phee, leaning over the counter and grabbing a couple mugs of ale before heading over to Phee, sitting down at the table and dropping the cups down. "Nice flower!" Corella said, sitting down and leaning forward, giving Phee a view of cleavage through the gap between two buttons of her shirt.

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Wow. Corella looked amazing. Phee wish that she had chosen a better outfit. Corella looked amazing. Phee just looked... the same. Well, at least she wouldn't smell bad, should things... escalate.  "This uh... this is for you..." Phee said softly, handing Corella the flower. "Um, I know a handy charm if you want to keep it alive." That was about it for the magic that Phee knew. And even that she learned from her mother.

Phee took a sip of her ale, reminding herself not to drink too much. She more or less missed out on lunch, thanks to her fooling around with Corella, so her stomach was pretty much empty. And besides, Phee was a bit of a light weight when it came to drinking. She didn't want to get too drunk and poor Corella end up having to take care of her.

"I've never eaten at the Inn before," she said, eyeing the menu."What's good here?"

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Corella reached and took the tiger lily from Phee. She smiled, lifting it to her nose and smelling it. A smile colored Corella's lips as those lavender eyes trained on Phee again, her head tilting just a little to one side, "It smells sweet." She said, leaning forward with a smirk, "Just like you for bringing me a flower."

Corella giggled at her little tease and sat back in her chair, possibly accentuating her breasts as she sat upright. Phee knew a little magic? Corella wondered if there was any more to that. After all, she was a mage-hunter, but even if Phee was a mage, it didn't seem like she was abusing her talents. Still, those were the deadliest mages, weren't they? The ones that had a perfect outward appearance. Maybe Corella was overthinking it. She'd met Phee today and she was going to invite the girl up and nail her brains out. That's all this was, she wasn't going on a witch hunt for no reason. Her mage-hunter impulses would have to take a break tonight.

"I've only had a couple meals here, dinner last night and breakfast today. I was pretty hungry last night, too, after traveling, so I just dug into a steak, barely tasted it." She said with a chuckle, "But I'm thinking stew for me. Meat and potatoes. What are you feeling?"

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"Oh, it was just growing in my window. All the flower shops were closed, so uh... that was the best I could do," Phee smiled shyly. "I um... I hope you like it. It kinda reminded me of you, in a way." She listened intently as Corella gave her recommendations.

Oh Gods, how long would it take Phee to chew through a steak? She had no idea, and she wasn't inclined to find out. In fact, she was more inclined to skip right to desert. The cinnamon jam poppers sounded delicious. And the cheese cake. And the cookies. Growing up in a stuffy elf estate had left Phee starved for sweets, so she had developed quite an affinity for all desserts. But no, she'd behave herself for now. "I think I'll have the potato wedges and zucchini fritters." Those sounded soft enough for her.

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Corella snagged a waiter for a moment, giving their orders to him before letting him go about his way. She didn't hide the fact that she eyed him as he walked and gave Phee a knowing smile as she looked back to her. It would remain to be seen how Phee reacted to Corella's more casual lifestyle. Even if she was involved with someone romantically, she was inclined to keep other lovers, all of which her partner knew about. For the most part, that style of thought had left her to a series of shorter relationships as she traveled around, unable to really cultivate the kind of relationship she desired. She was respectful, though, and didn't take lovers when she was with someone who didn't want that and usually ended the relationship earlier if there was continued conflict over that.

"So, wait." Corella said, leaning back in, "Is that thing about elves being vegetarians true?" She asked, "I've heard that, but I just figured it was a rumor. There aren't many races that are vegetarians anymore, so... you know." She said, reaching up and putting the flower into her hair.


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She hadn't been expecting his words had she been sober in the moment but with him calling her sweetheart and teasing her body with his manly touch, Kelly couldn't help but be drunk on him. He was giving her everything she had wanted for so long including a sexual element that her body was subconsciously craving. She couldn't help herself. Her nipples hardened and her folds wet with pleasure from his fingers stroking her clit. The simple sensation of him playing with her sensitive little clit only drove her crazy and sent chills up her spine. Her hips soon rocking, desperately grinding herself against his fingers. "Mmmmm Daddy." She moaned before their lips connected. Her own hands landing on either side of his head as her tongue found his. Biting on his bottom lip as he released to stand, Kelly licked her own as she sat there staring him down curiously. She had never looked at him with such lust before, it was strange and yet it had one of her hands slipping between her thighs to continue where he'd left off.

His little strip tease only turning her on a little more before the main event was revealed. Shock and allure written all over her face as she eyed his cock in all his glory. She hadn't expected him to be so hung and yet it only turned her on think of what he could do to her with it. "My Daddy's a naughty boy." She teased, smiling up to him a little as she continued to play with herself. Soon shifting a little more closer to him, her fingers now covered in her juices as they wrapped around his cock and stroked it. "Like this?" She asked, leaning in to taste his pre cum with her lips, teasing his tip with her tongue before she pulled away.

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Standing before his own daughter naked was at once the most wrong and arousing thing John had ever done. His dick twitched, hard as steel and in desperate need of attention. He could feel the blood coursing through it, hot and thick for his daughter's body. He knew in that moment there was no going back. John would have his very own slave daughter, ready and willing to do anything he asked of her. The thought of pulling her down on him at the back of a crowded bus, whispering into her ear that she needed to ride him or he would explode made his mouth water. As the girl leaned up, he responded to correct her. "No, sweetie... Daddy is a naughty man. And he only gets more naughty from here."

John's mouth gaped as he felt the girl's hand on his rod. He nearly collapsed when Kelly kissed his hard dick with those beautiful, plump lips. It was no where near enough, however. He took a fistful of her hair in his hand and urged her on. "Come on, baby girl. Daddy wants more than that. Show him how much you love him." He ran the fingers of his other hand down her cheek, caressing her lovingly. He wondered off-hand how that face would look streaked with his semen and made to show it off to everyone as they walked down the street.

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Kelly had always been a quick study, always the overachiever no matter what she was doing and this was no exception. Her daddy had wanted to be pleasured and despite the relationship they had, Kelly still wanted nothing more than to make him happy. He had been the one to leave her as a baby and yet she was the one now brainwashed into wanting to pleasure the man. It was sick and twisted, but Kelly didn't care at this point. Her hands working away at his shaft while her lips teased the tip. Playing with the pre cum that had already slipped from its opening, Kelly hummed at the taste of her daddy in her mouth. "Tell me more daddy." She told him with a devious little grin on her face as she licked her fingers. Her hand soon pumping his cock as she spat on it to lubricate it even more. She wanted to build him up to cum for her, show him just how loyal of a daughter she could be and just what he could groom her into being for him.

Her tongue being dragged from base to the tip of his erect cock, Kelly than wrapped her lips around his girth entirely. Slowly sucking him off while her hand gripped at the base. With the bobbing motion of her head in play, the daughter slowly worked on taking more of his cock inside her mouth. Slurping and gagging a little on his dick, Kelly couldn't help but slip her other hand between her legs wanting nothing more than to feel how wet she was getting from all this. She had never known herself to be so turned on and yet she was certain had she stood up there would be a wet mark on the couch from her pussy juices.

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God, but his daughter was more of a slut than John had thought! The man watched her with a silent groan, seeing her plump lips caress him before she sucked him in wantonly. Kelly was already becoming the little sex kitten he'd always wanted. She would be his and his alone. The man could offer her services to others, but in the end she would belong to him. He smiled and responded while the girl swallowed his cock. "I've got a lot of plans for you, baby girl. Daddy's gonna use you until he can't cum anymore, then you're gonna sleep with his big dick in your pretty mouth. And as of today, you don't get to wear clothes unless I give you permission. You wear or don't wear what I say, princess."

John suddenly noticed the girl's hand going down between her legs. He let Kelly tease herself just a moment before gripping her head and pushing her away to the couch. The man took his daughter's wrist in his strong hand and pulled it free. "AND- you don't touch yourself unless I say you can, understand me, you little cunt?!" He pulled the girl's hand to his face, sucking her fingers in one after the other. She was the most delicious woman he'd ever run his tongue across. Erection raging and heart pumping, John let go of Kelly's hand and sat beside her. He pointed to the floor and growled at her, "Now get on your knees and ask forgiveness for how filthy you've been. Maybe Daddy will let you keep sucking his dick." He paused a moment. "Or maybe you'll spend the night in the basement, locked in a nice little pet cage. Is that what you are? A bitch of a dog to pen up? Answer me!"

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Kelly had never been controlled like this before. She had never found any need for it and for whatever reason all she could do was go along with it. The fingers that caressed her pussy weren't meant to piss him off but to see just how wet her daddy had made her. She hadn't expected any of this tonight but to know that her pussy was reacting in such a way only proved to Kelly how right this was. There was no way her soppy wet cunt should have ever been turned on by the likes of her father, but as her mouth toyed with his cock, sucking his length like a delicious lollipop, all Kelly wanted was him in the moment. Continuously bobbing her head, each time taking him deeper into her mouth to display her talent, Kelly finally allowed a moan to vibrate against his shaft. His words only promoting her arousing that much more as she nodded her head while looking up to him. His cock being swallowed in the process as she agreed with every word that was head. No clothes unless he said so. Kelly might not have known the full extent of what her daddy had in store for her but she was curious to know even more so because of how turned on she was currently.

With the forceful push from her father, Kelly fell into the couch in confusion before her wrist was grabbed and yanked from her pussy. Her juices slipping down her fingers while she sat there staring him down not really knowing what had come over him until he spoke. She had been naughty and touched herself, something he clearly hadn't liked despite how much her body reacted to it. "But daddy I'm so wet... I---I couldn't help myself. It's all because of you." She declared, watching him lick each of her digits, slathering his tongue against her flesh like it was his own fingers being cleaned off after eating something. Once he had let go, Kelly licked her lips and found herself unaware of what to do before his next command was given. Springing into action, Kelly dropped to her knees and immediately crawled up between his legs. Head shaking violently at his latest string of words. "No! No daddy, I'm your little girl... Please I'm sorry! I just wanted to please you. I wanted to ready my pussy for you---to prepare myself. I'm sorry, please let me make it up to you. Let me suck you off again." She pleaded, trying to level the playing field would be difficult since she was currently walking on egg shells in terms of how to behave, but such things came with time. She was a quick study and would catch onto his demands in time, for now she wanted to obey, wanted to show him how obedient of a slut she could be for him to do whatever he wanted to.

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John said nothing for a long time. He reached down to run his fingers through his daughter's hair and down her face lovingly. She'd fallen head-over-heels into this sex doll situation; harder than he'd expected. She was already trying to prepare for him fucking her. Obviously he'd planned to do that later anyway, but assumed there would be a little bit of prodding in that direction. Now she was begging for him- on her knees even. God she was beautiful. "No, no more sucking Daddy's big dick tonight, sweetheart." He paused a moment, seeing what she said to that command. He wanted her to get just the wrong idea before he continued.

"Daddy wants you to climb up here into his lap like you used to. But this time you'll sit on his huge cock and ride it. Not too fast. Daddy wants to see how much you enjoy him inside of you for the first time." John sat back, his hands on his muscled thighs while he watched her. He wondered how she could fare at his worksite. The men that worked for him were just as big as he, and he knew from experience, just as horny. They called out to every sexy thing that strutted by their construction area all day long. Maybe if he had a 'bring your daughter to work day' and dressed her just right.. "If you make your Daddy happy enough, he may take you to work tomorrow. How'd you like that?"

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Kelly was a woman after all, she knew how to pleasure a man and what it took to make their cock's twitch. Even with this being her father, she knew he'd still operate the same way. It wasn't difficult to lie and tell him how wet she truly was, after all it was partially true but they were related. Her body shouldn't have reacted in any way at all to him but it had and Kelly couldn't help but feel confused. Falling to her knees and pleading to suck his cock had been out of loyalty and desperation to not be shoved into whatever cage he spoke of. It was Kelly's way of showing she could obey while secretly fighting off the depraved ideas he had in store for her. It wasn't like she had much choice in the matter either. Her father was much larger than her regardless of direction and could have easily done as he said. The sheer thought of it had Kelly wanting to reach for his cock and begin but his words stopped her. Tilting her head into his palm, Kelly looked up to her daddy with confusion not really knowing what he was getting at. "But I want to daddy." Hoping her words would show that she wanted to please him but it seemed like her daddy had other things in mind.

Feeling his hand leave her cheek as words were expelled from his lips, Kelly shook her head slowly in awe. She should have seen it coming, should have known it would go in such a direction especially after what she had said, but it still didn't take away the shock value. Eyeing the large pillar of desire in front of her, Kelly licked her lips as she nodded and hesitantly pushed herself up to her feet. With her legs on either side of her daddy's, Kelly faced the man and shifted forward to tease his cock with her clit. Rocking her hips against his length to stimulate more of an arousal out of her body until she lifted her hips and took hold of his massive cock to guide it inside her tight little pussy. Eyes widening and lips parted with a building gasp of pleasure filled the air. "Aaaaaah God you're so big daddy." Slowly watching as her pussy swallowed his throbbing cock inch by inch. The walls of her snatch contracting around him as she slowly began to rock her waist, creating a slow rhyme of pleasure.

Breathing hitched at the feeling of her walls stretching because of his size. She had never really dealt with a man quite his size and yet her body reacted perfectly to him. Another moan escaping her lips while the pleasure began to linger, steadily growing as she did her best to compose herself. "Mmmmm but daddy---I---mmmm" She hummed, hands moving to rest on the back of the couch on either side of her while pushing her chest into his face a little more. "I have school tomorrow." She told him in a breath, one hand falling from the couch to grip at her breast, desperate for more.

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"MMmhhh..." John groaned as she slipped down over him. He'd never been inside a girl so tight in his life. Kelly was smaller and slender, so it should have made him realize this would happen. He grimaced, coping with the pain and pleasure of feeling his dick forced into a hole not meant for such a large man. He was her father, however. It meant he had special privileges that would absolutely take advantage of. The man rocked his hips up towards her, helping the girl consume him slowly. "That's right, baby girl. No one's bigger than Daddy. He's all you need." His rough hands fell to her smooth thighs, sliding up and down to feel her body over him.

"School can wait, precious. You can afford to miss a few days." He gyrated beneath her, working up into her cunt like a slow drill. He pushed her hand away from her chest, replacing it with his own in a nonverbal show of his demand that she not touch herself. John wanted her to know only HE could make her feel pleasure. The man groped her wantonly, leaning up to lick and suck at her nipple softly. "Don't you want to spend time with your Daddy, sweetie? If you go to class, you won't see me for hours. Can you go that long without Daddy's big cock?"

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His cock was unlike anything Kelly had faced before. She'd only fucked boys her own age, ones who didn't know how to appreciate a woman let alone pleasure one. But her daddy's cock was perfect. She knew it shouldn't feel as good as it did but Kelly couldn't help herself. Her body was reacting in all the right ways, causing her need to satisfy herself even more by groping at her own breasts. "Daddy's all I---I need. Daddy's all I need." She chanted, using his words like a brainwashing tool to convince her it was the truth. How easily she believed it only went along with the ever grossing gratification coursing through her body because of his cock. Hips rocking more and more against him, taking in every inch of his manly cock before lifting herself up and piledriving him deep within her cunt again. The act alone had Kelly moaning out, "Mmmmm daddy you feel so good inside me."

His words about school hadn't sank in yet as he had pulled her focus off them and onto the fact that he had removed her hands. Whimpering at the reaction but forcing her chest into his rugged hands as yet another simulation for pleasure, Kelly arched her back even more to do so. With another moan escaping her lips, hands moving to her damp hair needing and desperate to grab something while she fucked him, Kelly nodded her head slightly. "Mhmmm yes... yes daddy." Licking her lips, feeling her body twitch under his wrath. "N---no... no daddy, please let me come to work with you. Please! I'll---I'll go to school the next day."

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"Yes, baby... there's a good girl. Daddy's good girl, coming to work with him." John pushed up into her a little harder, feeling his dick pump as far as it could without any harsher force. He groped her chest a while more before letting his hands slide around the girl's soft, lithe body. No one had ever felt as good as she under his rough fingers. He ran his hands up and down her sides, enjoying the curve of her hips. The man wrapped her up tight, burying his face in her chest before pushing harder and harder into her body. He began pulling her down over his hard, throbbing member again and again.

"From now on you'll go to bed with Daddy, precious. You'll fall asleep with his dick in your mouth and wake him up with a nice blowjob, won't you baby girl?" He slowly pushed his feet into the floor, lifting them both up. Soon he was supporting her weight on nothing but his pelvis, mighty cock, and the grip of his strong arms. He thrust into the girl as he made his way to his bedroom, desperate to fuck her little body into the mattress.


[User] Anthony chuckled when she told him he could keep the outfit. "I don't think I have much use for these, I don't think they are acceptable for the office, do you?" He joked giving her a little wink. "So is this what I have to wear all day or do you want me to wear the other outfit, or can I change back into my clothes?" He asked still unsure what her expectations of him were for the day. Happy to hear that she had some jobs for him that seemed more to what he had expected, none that unusual things that a man might usually take care of. "Of course not, I am at your disposal for the day Cassie. Whenever you want to show me to them I'd be happy to see what I can do. Do you have any tools for me to use?" He broke from his position walking back to the counter to take his coffee cup, taking a few sips as he waited for her response.

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"You might want to keep that on, just in case the tap comes right of and you end up soaked, at least your clothes will still be dry for later." Cassie grinned at him, oh she hoped he ended up keeping this little outfit on all day, but she wouldn't force him to keep it on if it made him really uncomfortable.

She watched him approach her, her heart rate kicked up a gear again as he drew closer, even if he was just going for his coffee cup. _Down girl!_ she chided herself. "And I have a tool box. You just might not like it much." She grinned at him over the rim of her coffee mug before she took a few sips.

Sliding off the stool once again she crooked her finger at him to follow her "I'll give you the guided tour, and then get you those tools. You already know where the spare room is." She walked up the hall towards the bedrooms, her bedroom more importantly, to show him where the tap in the shower was leaking. Passing through her bedroom, which was painted white with aqua accents in the bed covers and throw cushions. On the king sized bed she had 'accidentally' left a see through black baby doll lying on the bed as if she had taken it off just that morning after sleeping in it. Well if she was going to have to endure seeing him in that skimpy little outfit all day, the least she could do was give him a little something to imagine her wearing while he worked.

She held her hand out for him to pass her in the doorway of the bathroom, so he could have a look at the tap in the shower, giving him very little room to pass without brushing up against her. "If you can fix it and save me having to call a plumber it would be appreciated."

[User] Anthony wondered if she just wanted to keep him in this little outfit or if she was serious. In the end he decided she was actually just being practical and right that the last thing he wanted was to be in wet clothes the entire day. Though he could tell she did get a thrill seeing him in these tight little shorts. "I guess it does make sense, well at least until the shower is fixed. you like seeing me in them don't you Cassie?" He asked as they walked from the kitchen. He followed her, he couldn't help but notice she had a nice body as he followed her down the hall. He followed her into the bedroom taking note, he was a very observant man. It was impossible not to notice the black babydoll on the bed. He wondered, it seemed so perfect laying out there and she obviously didn't have a man in her life, or he would be fixing the shower. He couldn't help but think what she might look like in that little baby doll. He could tell it wouldn't hide much. The thought of her in it definitely excited him. He continued to follow her into the bathroom. He couldn't help but brush by her as she let him enter the room. His body brushing hers. "I'll see what I can do, where was that tool box?"

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It took every ounce of will power Cassie had not to quiver and moan as he brushed against her. This close she couldn't help but notice how tall he was, how toned he was, or how nice he smelt. He had spoken to her teenage dreams, but now he spoke to her womanly urges and she was so tempted just to forget about all the little jobs she needed down and ask him to take her to bed.

"This way." she said husky her voice only slightly betraying that he had an effect on her. She led the way back out the bedroom to the kitchen, "Laundry room's there." she pointed to the door was the walked through the kitchen towards the back door. Outside she headed for the utility shed and unlocked the door, "The pool things are in here too, but the tool box is in the back corner. You can't miss it."

And the reason he wouldn't miss the large toolbox was because it was bright pink, and all the tools inside were black and bright pink. It was given to her as a joke when she had first bought her house, it had needed some DIY, but she had had the last laugh as she actually actually use the tools when she needed them. "My Dad bought me it." she said as a way of explanation.

"I'll leave you too it then, I don't get many days off," she glanced up at the sky "and it looks like its going to be a beautiful day, I might just spend it by the pool." She would need to collect a few things, like her book and sunglasses, but the thought of just lounging at the pool sounded perfect and it might help her resist dragging him to the bedroom.

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Anthony followed her from the bathroom, through the house again and this time out into the pool area. He saw the toolbox in the corner as she explained why she had it. He wondered if she had used it before why she needed him to fix these things but didn't bother to ask her, he realized she might have just made these things up after she purchased him for the day. He still wondered why she had bid on him and so high, he was starting to wonder if it was really just to give for charity. He watched her go back towards the house. He couldn't help but admire her from behind again. She really was quite a lovely lady he was surprised she didn't have a man.

He grabbed the toolbox then made his way back into the house. He wasn't the handiest of men, normally he hired people when he needed odd jobs done However, he knew enough he thought to take care of these simple tasks. He decided to start with the laundry room in case he did get wet from the shower tap. It didn't take him long to fix the lock to the laundry room, a little fidgeting and some WD40 did the trick. He then made his way back to the Master bedroom to work on the shower. The shower tap took him a little longer, he had to take the tap apart and clean it out. Which he did with little fuss and with escaping getting wet. Both tasks took him just over a half an hour, he was soon carrying the tool box back to the shed to return it and start on the pool. He decided she seemed to enjoy making him where this skimpy little outfit, so he would keep it on while he cleaned the pool for her and then change back to his clothes.

As he made his way to the shed to put the tool box away and get the pool cleaning items out he saw her on a chaise lounger and couldn't help but stare for a second as she lay their in her swim suit. She looked even better now in that little suit. He turned his attention back on the task at hand returning the tool box and getting out the pool items. He never had cleaned a pool before but he watched others do many times. He set about the task at hand.

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Grabbing her book, sunglasses, sunscreen and a towel, Cassie headed back outside to the pool, smiling at Anthony who was now working on the laundry door. She was sure if she had taken the time and watched a few you tube videos she would have figured out how to do the repairs herself, but she just hadn't got around to doing it.

Once at the lounger, she dropped everything onto the side table, then pulled the ribbon holding the two parts of her dress together, add slid her dress off. It was only now that she realized she probably should have done this part in front of him, it might have given her a better hint as to if he really was as interested as she suspected he was the way he had brushed up against her in the bathroom door way. Those tight little shorts would not hide any hits of his attraction. She really was a bit slow with this seduction thing. Her bikini bottoms were full and the top were more like a sports bra, but it still showed off her curves and the fullness of her breasts.

She settled down on the lounger and lifted her book to do some reading, but she couldn't really concentrate on it. Her mind was inside with Anthony, but she didn't want to make her interest in him too obvious if he wasn't interested, as throwing herself at him would just be embarrassing. And she wasn't her sister. While she pretended to read she let her mind wander to things she could do to get his attention. She could ask him to make her some naughty named cocktails, but it was still too early in the morning to start drinking.

When he came out and started to clean the pool, she watched him from behind the safety of her sunglasses and over the top of her book, which she had to make an effort to remember to flick pages so it looked like she was reading. Those shorts didn't hide a thing, and she started day dreaming about getting him out of them and the fun they could have. She was also starting to wonder if he really was wearing the dinky little outfit because she had asked him to model it for her or if he was enjoying showing off. She sat up and put the book down on the table and reached for the sun screen and started to slowly massage it into her legs, stomach and arms. Glancing up every so often to see if he was watching. When she was done she lifted the bottle and asked "Can you do my back for me?"

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Anthony came out of the shed with the pool cleaning tools and was facing Cassie. He got a great view of her in her bikini, it wasn't a skimpy bikini but her body fit it well and it helped to accentuate her curves. She seemed to be enjoying herself relaxing reading her book. He set about cleaning the pool as best as he knew how.

He couldn't help himself but he kept glancing over at her as he cleaned the pool. Something about her kept his attention, he couldn't figure it out. This whole day was a little out of the ordinary but he knew it would be from the start, being a 24 hour butler or servant or whatever you want to call it. He had to laugh at himself in some ways this seemed like a scene out of a movie or a book. He noticed her put the book down and start to apply sun screen. It was if she were showing off her legs to him at first. He couldn't help but grin. He tried not to stare but he liked the show, he was glancing up more frequently to admire her as he worked only a few feet from her now. He actually wasn't caught off guard when she called out to him asking for a hand. "Of course, what ever the lady wants." He said playfully, playing his part. He put down the pool net where he was standing and approached her. "would you like to lay on your stomach or sit up?" He asked as he stood over her taking the sunscreen bottle from her hand and squirting a bit in his right hand, getting ready to apply it to her bare back.

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What a question? Both resulted on him touching her, with that in mind Cassie moved to lay down on her stomach, this would hide her nipples from him, as they were no doubt going to harden even though he wouldn't be touching them directly. The thought of just having his hands on her skin had her skin already feeling prickly, she could only imagine what would be like when he did touch her. She turned her head so she was facing away from him and closed her eyes, taking a steadying breath as the anticipation built.

When his hands did touch her it was better than she imagined. She had to fight really hard not to moan out loud. Her skin felt like it was electrified. She tried to breath normally, but her heart was starting to race and she was feeling breathless with each stroke of his hand.

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Anthony watched her responded to his question by repositioning herself and laying on her stomach. He couldn't help but look her over as she lay there, her legs, her back and her perfect ass all exposed to him, very little hidden by the bikini. He enjoyed the sight as he moved to sit on the edge of the lounge chair. His hands moving to her back, starting at her shoulders. His strong hands massaging the lotion into her skin. He felt the warmth of her body beneath his hands. He worked his hands slowly from her shoulders to her neck. He figured he would give her a massage while he was at it. It was probably what she was really asking for anyways, he just assumed she was to shy to ask for a massage. He put more lotion on his hands working his hands down her back over her shoulder blades. His hands meeting the strap on her bikini top. He then spoke softly a simple question.

"Do you want me to untie it so there are no tan lines, or just go around, which do you prefer Cassie?"

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He was taking longer than she thought was necessary, but Cassie wasn't complaining as his fingers kneaded into her shoulders and neck. The massage was unexpected but felt really good. Her day dreams would only have more fuel the longer he took. Although she was struggling not to vocalize her enjoyment of having his hands on her.

It took a moment for her to comprehend what he was asking her. The band across her back wasn't very wide to hinder him, but the thought of him undoing it had her imagining him removing it completely and his hands going to breasts. Her nipples pressed hard into the lounger as heat pooled at the junction of her thighs. "You can undo it." she said a little huskily.

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Anthony wasn't surprised that she wanted it untied, he knew how ladies were about tan lines. With one quick pull of the string the knot came undone. He took the straps and pulled them from her back laying them on her side. It excited him a little knowing her bikini top was now just resting on the lounger and that if she were to turn or roll over her breasts would be exposed. They had seemed so perfect in the bikini top he wondered what they would look like fully exposed.

He shook the thought aside as he put more lotion on his hands and continued to work, massaging her back. Slowly working her back, working down her spine, his warm hands making sure to touch every inch of her. His strong hands were making sure she was enjoying it.

"Does that feel good Cassie? I figured you deserved a massage, it's what I'm here for right, to take care of things, to make sure you're taken care of today, it's okay right?" He asked playfully, jokingly. His hands continuing to massage her back. His hands moving to the small of her back, just above her waist line. He was enjoying touching her, it wasn't meant sexually but something about it was exciting him. He couldn't help but admire her ass as he worked on her back. She really was quite hot, sexy, especially laying there so exposed.

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This was exquisite torture. His hands were so big and warm and were applying just the right amount of pressure needed to loosen the knots off in her back Cassie hadn't even realized were there. She couldn't hold it back any longer and let out a little moan.

"You ever decide to give up your day job, I can give you a reference for being a masseuse." She replied softly "No complaints from me your improvising on your job list today. Your really good at this." She couldn't help wondering what else he was good at, and let her mind wander down the naughty thought path again. Her little day dreams were certainly more explicit than the teenage ones she use to have. Back then they just use to be about dating him, silly little romantic daydreams about him holding her hand, hugging her, kissing her as well as little gestures.

"Keep this up and I might give you a ring next time my backs killing me, instead of the sports therapist I see." she was joking of course but it was still a fun idea to see him more often and get his hands on her.

[User] Anthony laughed at her joke about a day job, he did quite well in his job much better than a masseuse would make. "I'll keep that in mind that you can give me references as a masseuse and a butler... if I'm in need, and thanks for the compliment. I always try my best, I always aim to please" He repositioned himself on the lounger putting more lotion on his hand he started to massage her feet, one then the other, his strong hands working on her feet, then working up her calve, switching back and forth. His hands then moving to her thighs, starting above the knee and working higher and higher. His strong hands high on her thighs now, inches from her ass, inches from her sex. He couldn't help but think about how easy it would be to touch her, to touch her between the legs. He wondered how she would react. He realized he was actually growing excited, aroused as he was touching her, as his hands were all over her body. He took a deep breath to try to shake the thoughts from his head. "is that good Cassie?" He asked as his hands were on her thighs.

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He certainly was pleasing her. When Cassie felt him shift again on the edge of the lounger and since he had already worked his way down to her waist, she figured that was the end of the massage, it was certainly more than she had bargained for. She almost lifted up to turn and look at him to say thanks, when she remembered her top was undone. Instead she turned her head to the side he had been on just as she felt his hands moving to her feet. Her leg did jerk a little at his touch, it actually tickled and now instead of holding back moans of arousal she was fighting back a fit of the giggles.

The mirth swiftly turned back to suppressed moans once his hands moved up her legs. He certainly was outdoing himself now. If she could think past the feel of his hands on her calves then she might have wondered how many butlers gave their employers this kind of treatment. The higher his hands went the more achy the little bud between her thighs became, until it started to throb as his hands were inches away.

"Really good." she managed to get out thickly. If only she was a little more brazen like her sister, Valerie would not doubt have ripped his short off and be sat in his lap by now, but she wasn't. She wasn't particularly good at the whole seduction thing, but probably explained why she was single more than she dated.

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He thought her voice sounded a little deep as she responded but he didn't think much of it. Anthony resisted the temptation to grab at her ass or between her legs. Though the temptation was very strong. Instead he just gave her ass a little playful slap and stood up. It was then that he realized his bulge would be obvious to her in those tight little shorts if she looked. He dropped his arms in front of him, grasping his hands right in front of his bulge, trying to nonchalantly hide himself.

"I'm glad you enjoyed Ma'am. is there anything else you need from me at this moment or should I go back to cleaning the pool?"

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Pushing herself up a little to lean on her elbows, revealing the side of her breast a little, Cassie turned her head to look at him. Her thanks on the tip of her tongue as his stance registered. It was a bit of an odd position and it took her a few moments that the only reason he would be standing like that was because he was trying to hide something. She already had a good idea of how well endowed he was from the little shorts, something he hadn't hidden from her. _Had he enjoyed the massage as much as she had?_ The thought made her a little dizzy with desire.

"An orgasm would be good." she responded, surprising herself with the boldness of the statement. Images of him taking her right there on the lounger had her clit throbbing between her legs and if he wasn't looking at her she would have squirmed to try and alleviate the need. "It might be a little early for cocktails though." she added after a beat, chickening out of trying to seduce him.

Anthony had been her fantasy man for so long part of her wanted to fulfill the fantasy and another part of her was a little shy that reality might ruin the fantasy. But as she looked at Anthony she was starting to suspect reality might be way better than fantasy.

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He watched as she pushed herself up onto her elbows. Anthony wondered for a second if she remembered that her top was off. He realized he was curious to see more of her, was curious to see her breasts exposed. Though wasn't surprised when she stopped and just turned to look at him. She caught him off guard asking for an orgasm. It made him think. Had she bought him for the day thinking that he would be a sex toy for the day? It was a charity auction, he hadn't thought that the women might think there were more to it. He felt something stir deep inside him. She was an attractive young lady, she was his type. Her next words broke his chain of thought, it seemed she was only teasing him. Or was she, was it more of a test, now he was intrigued.

"An orgasm is good any time of the day." He responded playfully back and was happy to flirt. Responding playfully. "Besides whatever the lady wants she should get. If you let me know where the bar is I'd be happy to get you an orgasm"

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He flirted straight back and Cassie felt a little giddy. She looked him over wondering just what it would be like for him to bring her to orgasm, she let her mind drift to a realm she hadn't considered in her teenage fantasies. The adult version was definitely more fun as her body pulsed at the fantasy and her gaze glazed over a little lost in the thought.

She gave herself a little shake when she realized he was waiting for her to respond to his query. She didn't have a bar, but she did have a liquor cupboard. "The fourth cupboard along from the one under the sink, everything should be there." she responded, her voice a little husky with the desire beating around her body. How was she meant to get through the rest of today when all she wanted was for him pull her into the house and make love to her over and over again. "Sure there stuff in there for multiple orgasms and blowjobs as well."

_Had she just said that aloud?!_ Her raging hormones had definitely taken over her brain and had turned off her usual censor.


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Rebecca's mouth parted as she cooed a warm gasp of delight from his strong hands gripping on her soft breast. The way they molded into his hardened grip and the sensation of pressure against her nipples was often enough to make her eyes roll into the back of her head, but Rebecca wanted to compose herself. At least keep part of herself a mystery. While she wanted to present herself to him like a main course with all the trimmings, ready for him to sink his teeth into the softness of her body---she knew that leaving a man aching and wanting more was far more of a plan to keep her job... at least for a little bit. But for now, she would listen and obey.

"Thank you, Mr. Holland," Rebecca said with a bit of a coy tone in her voice, as she turned her head up to look at him. A smirk on the side of her face while she lowered her back every so slightly. Her cheek 'accidentally' brushing up against his shaft---for him to feel the softness of her facial skin. "The very first kiss?" Rebecca hummed to herself as she leaned in. Channeling the feelings of her first kiss on prom night. The uncomfortable sensation of wearing heels for one of the first times, the awkwardness of unknowing what to do with her hands while she danced, and most of all... the hunger of wanting to make the first move, but unknowing how to do it.

So, she closed her eyes for a moment. Taking a deep breath, until the shy eighteen year old from her past came to the forefront of her mind. Opening her eyes with a softness in the deep browns, as she parted her soft lips. Her hand reaching around to the opposite side of his member, pressing along the base of his cock to move it toward her mouth---almost like it was his neck. Her lips were comfortable, relaxed, and she pressed them up against the upside down v of his cock, closing her eyes and taking a breath of his musk. The wet insides of her lips peaking out to raise a warmth to the blood filled member, but she only pressed her lips up against him for a moment before she pulled away. Lashes flapped over her eyes as she stared up at him, redness in her face as she displayed her boldness of making the first move. And then she went in once more. Closing her eyes and opening her mouth.

Rebecca had many talented, but she also had a soft tongue. She wanted to show him. Her lips pressed up harder against the edge of his crown, slowly dipping down until her lips parted and her skilled tongue left her lips. Lapping on either sides of his long member as they traced up the throbbing veins of his cock. Feeling how warm her mouth was, and how warm his organ felt against her---almost competing for who was going to be the most molten of fires. Her tongue was hesitant, soft and not wanting to move too quickly, but then as she opened her eyes, she didn't pull away this time. Her tongue slipped to the opposing side of his cock with more dominance. Licking from the middle to the top, and then rolling the bottom of her tongue over the tip of his helmet. The tip of her tongue dipping into the hole that leaked one of her favorite treats, his cum, before sliding with the same amount of excitement down the other side of his member.

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Rebecca's lips and tongue moved with expert precision on his thick, veiny shaft---she was certainly no clumsy ingenue. Once again, Drake noticed the intensity, the eagerness in her efforts, and was impressed. That was what he liked to see in a personal assistant: enthusiasm. He had a feeling he and the new girl were going to get along quite well.

But to surrender to the crazed animal lust at this juncture would be premature. There was nothing more that he wanted other than to sweep all of the detritus from his desk onto the floor, pin her onto its wooden surface, and take her right then and there. And he had a feeling that the young woman certainly wouldn't complain if he did. But experience taught him that a meal this succulent, this savory was to be savored, was to be sampled a little bit at a time, rather than wolfed down immediately. It was like very expensive wine: to be sipped, to be rolled around on the palate, rather than simply guzzled down. His imagination was already rife with the possibilities---he could take her to meetings, and make her sit on his lap so that he fuck her while he listened to the presentation; or he could keep her under his desk, making her suck on his dick while he participated in a long-distance teleconference. Or perhaps he could just make a ritual out of bending her over his desk and ploughing her from behind while he read the newspaper on her back. So many possibilities.

Drake watched with approval and restrained excitement as she ushered his penis toward her lips, pressing them against the soft, fleshy underside. It was like she instinctively knew that it was the most sensitive part of his cock. She pressed a kiss against it, and it was just as he had instructed her---hesitant, meek, unassuming, yet eager. He loved the touch, how soft and supple her lips were, how moist. His pink velvety head twitched in ecstasy, pressing back against her mouth, returning the kiss.

Then she grew bolder, slipping her tongue out to taste his member. He watched her savor his organ, drawing her tongue back and forth against the rod in long swathes; he had no inclination to hurry her. Let her take her time. He felt the tip of her tongue devil into the slit at the tip of his dick, perhaps trying to tease out a few drops of precum. He loved how intensely she threw herself into her task, and idly contemplated rewarding her with doing the same. "Good... very good," Drake breathed. He reached down, put his hand on her head, combed his fingers through her hair. Almost as if stroking the fur of a beloved pet. "Don't forget to lick my balls, too. With all the attention you've been giving my penis, they've been growing a little jealous."

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A little bit of Rebecca's own quirky defiance came next, as he mentioned his balls. Currently his long, thick rod was touching against her soft cheeks. The spongy tip placed just below her eye, and she slowly nuzzled her cheek into his shaft. Cooing with a smile on her face as her lips brushed across the loser base. "Your balls will have their attention---I like to save the best for last," her eyes shot to latch with his, a smile within them. Her lips pressing out to kiss where they had just been, but then she slowly snaked her head downward. Her lips finding the sack that held his balls.

Rebecca wanted to pace herself with this man too, wanting to indulge in as much possible time with teasing him. Making him ache slowly for more and more, as she knew he would have a business meeting to attend to eventually. If she could keep him interested, completing him off with her mouth and tongue---leaving him lingering for release until the last possible moment. Then always offering the rest of her body in the back of his mind, if he would want more. Would he linger? Would he lust for more of her body, if she peaked the doors open bit by bit---rather than allowing a stampede of her most secret sexual desires right from the get go.

So, Rebecca only removed her tongue from her mouth. Her eyes searching to ignite with his once more, while her tongue slowly dragged along the wrinkles of his sack. The wet muscle finding it's way into each crevice before she reached just below his the trunk of his meaty length. Her hand reached out to wrap around his member, pulling it away from her face, but not casting it aside. Her grip found a bit of the saliva that she had plastered on it before, using it to drag her firm grip along his length. Catching to the helmet of his cock, squeezing every so slightly, before diving down to explore his rod once more.

Meanwhile, her mouth found his right ball inside of her mouth. Her wet tongue sloshing along either side of it, swiveling around the back. Sucking on the orb and pulling it back until it popped out of her mouth. She'd flash a grin at him and then moving on to his left ball. Her tongue vibrated along his ball while she cooed with delight. Eventually moving his ball from her mouth with a wet glistening bottom lip. Her hand moving to cup his balls within her palm, rolling them between her fingers as she stared up at him. "I think your cock is growing jealous now... your balls were swelling with delight in my mouth," Rebecca suggested to him, wondering if he'd let her gargle his cock in the back of her throat.

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Drake found that he was greatly enjoying the care and devotion with which Rebecca was treating his cock. He liked the way that she rubbed his penis against her cheek, just like a contented cat. In fact, it was something of a turn-on. Like many men in a position of power (or, perhaps, just like many men), he liked having his genitals worshiped. He liked her rubbing his dick against her entire face: her cheeks, her lips, her nose, even her eyelids beneath her glasses. He wanted to leave a tiny, cooling trail of drying precum all over her pretty face.

It appeared both of them---man and woman, employer and employee---had the same aim in mind: how to restrain themselves, how to exercise self-discipline so that they didn't engage in the display of decadence and depravity willy-nilly. But the longer Drake could wait, the more patient he forced himself to be, he knew, the more it would pay off in the end. There was plenty of time to explore the young woman's body, plenty of time to penetrate her from every angle.

So he watched, making only the occasional sound of satisfaction or approval, as she explored his scrotum with her tongue. He liked the way she tried to be so thorough, exploring every wrinkle with her tongue, as she squeezed his member in her tight little fingers. He seemed not to mind if she squeezed a bit too hard---once again, it only served to show her exuberance.

Drake sighed happily as she sucked on one testicle, then the other, letting them bathe inside her hot little mouth, before letting them escape from her lips with an audible *pop* sound. He wouldn't mind letting her play with his genitals all day, using just her fingers, lips, and tongue. He definitely liked the way she rolled him between her fingers. "It might very well be," he agreed with her assessment. He waited until she put her lips on him again, gently suckling on the tip of his satiny pink bulb, and then, as if reading her mind, the hand on her head tightened its grip, and he tugged, pushing her face forcefully against him, forcing his penis deep into her mouth and throat.

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The way Rebecca moved her tongue around the hardened rod in front of her was with grace and skill. Lapping her finely trained tongue to caress the trained muscle to the tip, slipping into the slit near the top of his head and tasting the salt of his precum. Then slipping underneath the upside down V to follow the thick tube protruding from his shaft that lead to his wrinkled ballsack. Her tongue flicked against the piece of skin between his balls and his cock, before she locked her eyes to his. Sliding her face up his shaft, as his spittle coated member rubbed against her flawless face. A bit of the wetness finding it's way to her mascara, and slightly smearing it beneath the well rested skin under her eyes. Which was probably because it was her first day on the job, and she hadn't had to put in overnights... yet.

So Rebecca continued to maneuver herself around his member, until she could feel his spongy tip pushing it's way through the tight confines of her throat. The back of her tongue wiggled along his tip, until she felt his fingers slipping into her hair. She could feel fingernails digging alongside her scalp, and then a tightening grip around her straight and raven locks as he pushed her mouth to completely surround his firm prick.

At first Rebecca's eyes opened wide, feeling the pressure sensation mixed with the tickle in the back of her throat. Then it tensed, wrapping tightly against his member as she coughed thick and clear strands of spittle down his shaft. Saliva coating his groomed pubic hairs that tickled the bottom of her nose, but the woman quickly regained herself and began to suckle once more. Cooing in delight, with her hands firmly placed around his toned thighs. Gripping on to them as she nuzzled her face into his crotch. Eventually hoping the reddening of her tan cheeks would allow Mr. Holland to release her head, and gasp for breath. A sly smile on her face with smeared pink lipstick and lips glistening with spit. Her eyes were slanted, arousing and exciting. But her hand would find his saliva drenched member and lightly stroke it as she peered into his eyes.

"So tell me, what will my everyday expectations at the job me? Do you like your coffee with cream and sugar? Or are you a tea man?" Rebecca continued to ask simple secretary questions, while her hand slowly glided around his member. Sometimes spreading her index and middle finger and slipping his cock in-between and other times just flicking her wrist as she slowly stroked him. Her right breast knocking into her left from the opening of her shirt, while she tilted her head in question.

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Drake's thighs trembled, once, before he could stop himself. The tawny Asian's hands and mouth moved with skill and aplomb around his masculinity, and he couldn't help stopping the breath from catching in his throat or his eyelids from flickering. He usually did not afford his secretaries the honor of an audible gasp or oral confirmation of how much pleasure they were causing him; it was in the nature of their job description, after all. They should be ready at all times to perform fellatio upon him without any kind of acknowledgment or reward.

But Rebecca handled his cock with a skill he had never seen before. Dipping the tip of her tongue into the slit at the end of his prick was a nice touch, and it was clear that she savored the taste of his precum. His eyebrows peaked when she rubbed his cock underneath her eyes and therefore smudged her mascara. Drake found himself nodding in approval. He liked seeing her makeup smudged and bleary, and knowing it was his cock that did it. He would allow her some time after all this to 'fix' herself, of course, but it appealed to him, the way she allowed him to mess up her carefully-applied makeup.

He began to fuck her mouth in earnest, his hand firm and unyielding on the back of her head, his fingers plying through the chocolate strands of her hair. He was a bit too forceful, and he hesitated when she gagged on him, coughing saliva onto his sack. He opened his mouth to say something, to admonish her, but she recovered like a pro. She continued to suck, her cheeks caving in with the effort, and he relented his grip, allowing her to gasp for breath. He watched her, carefully, watching to see if she needed a moment to rest or recover. But once again, she surprised him. That sly, pink-smeared smile told him all he needed to know as she wrapped her fingers around his penis and began to stroke it.

"When I drink tea, I prefer Earl Grey with a slice of lemon," Drake answered her question, matter-of-factly, as though having a perfectly ordinary business conversation. "But I rarely drink tea in the mornings. I expect you to be here before I do, and have my coffee ready on my desk. Two packets of cream, no sugar." He watched, entranced, as she ran his member between her fingers, forming a V with her middle and index finger and then sliding it back and forth along the underside of his prick. He noticed her breasts jiggle and bounce as she pumped her arm, and an idea popped into his head. "Miss Rebecca," he announced with a throat-clearing cough, "could you do me a favor and retrieve the Zebruchister files?" He glanced pointedly at the manila folder on the other side of his desk. In order to reach the file, she would have to stand on tiptoe and bend far over the desk.

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There was something especially dirty about performing a traditionally innocent deed in such a lewd way. Adrenaline bumped through her lithe body, coursing their her veins like a thick drug, she gasped a shivering breath she could feel through her chest. Rebecca wanted him more than anything, but her pride and coy cat-like attitude refused to let him know. She may have been a pawn, compared to the towering King (Mr. Holland), but Rebecca had an eye for climbing the ladder to royalty---or middle-level management in Rebecca's modern lifestyle. It was a tricky game to play, which could have accounted for the shortness of her breath, but the young woman's black rimed glasses fell from the bridge of her nose once more. It was time...

Time to take the pesky glasses off of her face, but it was also time to work---judging from Mr. Holland's instructions on retrieving a file. If the man could hold his massive boner afternoon storing up a heavy set of cum in his warm sack, then Rebecca truly did have her work checked out for her! She had been with a man before, although she would consider them boys compared to Mr. Holland's responsible, suave, and confident aura. He was out of her league. She felt like she needed to be on the tips of her toes to keep up, but then she noticed him pointing behind the desk. "Right away, Mr. Holland," her confident voice hid the small fear she internally held.

Then Rebecca slid on the heels of her feet. Kneeling over the desk until her heart shaped ass stretched the fabric of her tight skirt. Begging for a envelope opener to slip between her cheeks and rip open her skirt to reveal her jiggly ass cheeks like a present. It was warm to the touch, inviting, and mysterious as her pristine, wet, and plush pussy lips were hidden somewhere inside of the skirt between her thighs. Rebecca would be able to feel his eyes on her body, and she cooed a small gasp. Turning her gaze behind her, as she arched her back down into the table. Her hardened nipples were dragging along the cold, slick texture of his table that caused goosebumps to scatter across her slightly tanned skin. "Excuse me, Mr. Holland, but is Zebruchister spelled with Z-I or Z-E... or maybe it's even Z-U-R..." she barely payed attention what she was blabbering out of her mouth, but instead she repositioned her legs, planting them firmly to the ground as she locked eyes with Drake. "Mr. Holland, I believe I need your assistance," she said, with a sly look in her eyes.

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There could be no mistaking the way she positioned herself against Drake's desk. Her feet spread wide, her knees bent, bending low over the desk, blinking coquettishly at him back over her shoulder... she was presenting herself to him, almost exactly like a cat in heat. Rebecca was ambitious, no doubt. That was why she had come here, after all---Wander Towers was a huge name in the industry, and any position there was bound to cause any resumé to shine. It would do great things for her career, in the fullness of time. Mr. Holland was perfectly aware of that, and he didn't mind. It was only fair, after all. It was a perfectly mutually equitable arrangement; they both got what they wanted out of the relationship. After a year or two of serving as his secretary, she'd move on, with a glowing recommendation that most people would kill for. In the meantime, he'd get to use her sweet young body any way he wanted.

Drake came up behind her. He glanced down at the skirt, begging to be cut off. It was a good one, however, and he hated to waste a good skirt unnecessarily. Besides, he fancied the idea of plunging himself up to the hilt in her with her skirt hiked up around her waist. And so he did, lifting the fabric until he caught a glimpse of her wet pussy underneath. With one hand flat on her back, pushing her down on the desk, he took himself in the other and guided it to her cunt lips. He used his prick to stroke there for a few minutes, just feeling the tickling sensations of her labia on the tip of his dick. After a few seconds of this, he positioned himself and pushed his thighs, thrusting his penis up and inside her. He felt her gasp and squeeze it in response, clamping down on his muscle with her inner walls, as if welcoming it home. He smiled.

"Z-E-B-R-U-C-H-I-S-T-E-R," Drake spelled it out for her. He picked up the letter opener, and, still inside her, pressed the flat of the blade against her bare arm. He ran it along the skin, sliding the metal against her in a way similar to shaving. He'd read in her file that she liked knife play and wanted to put this to the test.

It was a pity to ruin the skirt, but the blouse was another matter. Slipping the letter opener up against her stomach, he pushed the blade outwards, between two buttons. Grabbing a fistful of her blouse with his other hand, he forced the blade upward. The button could not hold against the force, and popped off to clatter on the floor. He kept going, ripping the buttons off, one by one, even as he pressed against her from behind, his dick lodged deep in her cunt. When he cut through the topmost one, her blouse fell open, and he pressed the sharp tip of the opener against her neck. "Can you read the file and tell me what his last point of contact was?" Drake murmured, vaguely, barely making a pretense at professionalism even as he wriggled his hips, causing his engorged bulb to slip back and forth between her legs.