4 comments/ 95675 views/ 20 favorites Kelly Didn't Know She Had Them By: qualitywheat Kelly Baker was sleeping soundly and alone in her bed when he entered silently. He looked longingly at the sexy feline beauty as she slumbered. He was taking his life in his hands this night. It could all very easily end in disaster; he had weighed up the risks and decided eventually that he had to do it. He wanted her so badly, but she belonged to another. He strengthened his resolve and started the process to capture her. He would be as stealthy as he could, when she opened her eyes, and he knew she would, it was just a matter of when, not if. He would be ready to complete his task which was to immobilise her in the way he had planned in his mind. He knew her secret when it came to what he was about to do, the kicker was, did she really want it, or was it really just a fantasy that she didn't want to enact and/or go through. Time will tell he thought. He silently approached the bed, she looked fabulous lying there, one arm stretched above her head. That's handy, he thought, there's my first point of contact. His eyes fell to the gorgeous shape of her beneath the cotton sheet draped over her. The soft outline of her body clearly visible beneath it. The contours of her slowly moving breasts as she breathed slowly, the rise of one hip, the length of her legs. His prick jumped at the sight of her in the soft moonlight as it filtered through the window and fell upon her. He slipped the length of soft rope from his pocket. The slip knots were all ready to slide over her wrists. He slid it around the post of the bed head, pulled the ski mask he had on his forehead down and over his face, his latex gloves giving him grip. He was ready to go! Opening one noose wide enough to slip over her hand he did so delicately. Making sure nothing actually touched her flesh, now he gently pulled it tight. Thus the knot held her still limp wrist, she stirred, and he held his breath and watched closely in the dim light. He gently lifted her other arm, she wakened with a start. But groggily she muttered something, not understanding she was about to be stilled by the rope around her wrists. He completed the task, she was awake so the need for quiet stealth was gone. The noose was pulled, her wrists were now safely immobile. He climbed on her, knees either side, rammed his mouth next to her ear, hand closing over her mouth. He told her with slight menace in his voice. "Be quiet, don't shout, don't yell, don't scream, don't even think about it, if I have to make you be quiet I will, nod your head if you understand me, and understand the position you are in." She tugged vainly at hr wrists, realising that she was a prisoner, she nodded her head. Fear filled her, tears leaked from the corners of her huge blue eyes. Kelly was 22 years old, married for 9 months, her husband was an oil rig worker, and had just left 4 days ago for his regular 2 week stint, that's what he did, 2 weeks on, 1 week of, rotational shift work, 12 hour day patterns. She was a beautiful stunning young woman, the kind that could stop traffic. Quite tall for a woman at 5ft 9", long, soft lustrous blond hair, parted in the centre; it tapered down between her shoulder blades when she was stood erect. Azure blue eyes, as big as saucers, that gave her the child like innocent look she so loved, men became weak at the knees when she trained them on them. A nose that asked to be rubbed and kissed gently, lips that enticed any person, man or woman. A face collectively that had brought photographers to her door seeking her to model for magazines, but she had turned all of that down. She wanted, what to her was the most important future to her, Being married with a loving husband and a small family, she wanted for nothing more. She had been blessed with everything a woman could ever want, a beautiful body and face, an even temperament. Kelly knew how to behave, she knew how to dress, she knew how to make herself look good, even better than she did. She loved being a woman and loved seeing men and some women drool at the sight of her. There was one downside in her life, if it could be called that, was and had been, the constant pursuance by members of the opposite sex, even now she was happily married they chased her. But, 'none of them would ever get anywhere,' she would tell herself, and she meant it too. She loved sex it was a constant in her life, the discovery of it, the learning, the mentoring by her husband, her mentoring of him by her, the shared delight of finding new ways, new things, some daring some not so. And when he came home they rarely left the bed for the first three days! But there was one thing her husband didn't know, not yet anyway, she knew one day she would bring it out in the open for them to diversify their love making. But that would be for later, when they were at total ease in their marriage, everything was so new at this stage in her life, she would wait for as long as it took to bring him into it with her. She had begun to fantasise about being tied up, not lashed up, just gently helpless, the kind that would bring forth soft gentle but overpowering loving and fucking. The kind that would make her cry out to him for. Beg him not to stop, to keep on devastating her; drive her insane with the need to cum for him. She had bought a vibrator for when he was away. He knew about it and was pleased because that ensured his fears that she might stray, this told him that he was safe. Kelly loved to do herself with it in the afternoons, why she didn't know, but she would find herself climbing the stairs sometimes and realise where she was heading. She would smile in the mirror and say, 'you are incorrigible Kelly Baker, you are nothing more than a dirty little slut.' Then she would undress, climb into bed and let her mind run riot. She imagined her husband, or some other unknown assailant tying her hands to the bed, and just having their way with her, ravaging her totally. They would eat her, suck on her super sensitive nipples, kiss her and after an interminable time, he would make love to her. Eventually the orgasm that hit her would nearly break her in half. He knew all this, he had house sat for them when they had gone on holiday, the house they had, while a very good house, was in an area that suffered from burglaries in the past. So he had stayed there for 2 weeks. He had slept in their bed, and he had used her half. The thought of lying where she did made him hard for her. He was a normal man in that regard, the sight and nearness of such a beauty was irresistible. He had also looked at and for all of her possessions, he hadn't looked for anything untoward, he just wanted to see her underwear and her clothes, to try to enter her mind when she dressed. To try to feel her thoughts when deciding what to wear. And that was when he found them; they were tucked away at the back of her panty drawer, four of them. They were DVDs, and on the front cover were different photos of a woman with her wrists tied, two in front, and two to a bed head. He was shocked, he hadn't expected to find this, and he guessed they must be her secret, unknown to her husband. Because if you just looked in the drawer you wouldn't see them, you had to pull every thing away, and they were wrapped in bright paper and a lace bow tied around them. No, they were hers, he didn't know about them! He had played them, and in each the woman in question was tied up and fucked all ways. She had submitted to the man, he had treated her to his absolute power over her, until she begged him to let her cum, to make her cum for him. In one she had gone crazy for the man, crying, weeping, and wailing desperately, and begging him to do her, to make her have it, not to stop. This had been the reason he had come up with this crazy idea, it had been in his mind for more than two months. He had begun to plan it slowly, it had germinated in his fertile head, and it had taken him over. He had got to the point where he knew he had to do it. And now here he was, kneeling over her, her wrists tied as he had always had in his mind. His mask pulled down so recognition was not possible, she may guess who he was but that was something he would deny to her if she asked him if he was???? He took the blindfold out of his pocket, and said. "I am going to blindfold you Kelly, try not to be frightened. I know you are scared silly, and I have no intention of ever hurting you, but you will do as I order you, nod your head if you understand what I'm saying." Kelly nodded, she had no choice, she was fully awake now, she had looked at her arms and seen they were tied to her bed. She was helpless; he was a big man so fighting him wasn't an option open to her. He put the blindfold on, and taped it down onto her cheeks as an extra caution. "Keep still Kelly," he told her, she nodded, she was past the screaming and shouting stage now, she was in fear, she would do as he told her. He quickly undressed, also pulling of his mask, he stood at the side of the bed and gazed upon the wonderful glorious sight before him. He took hold of the sheet and drew it down, Kelly gasped, she knew what he was doing. She had heard him undressing and also knew what he was going to do, her! For some reason Kelly didn't understand, she was calm, she knew he was going to rape her, she knew she couldn't stop him. Had she just resigned herself to the fact that what was going to happen, was just inevitable? She thought that she must have, but there was no way she would co operate with him, she would resist in every way, whether violently or quietly, he would not get any enjoyment from it through her. She felt the bed move at her side, then and arm went around her. "Please, who ever you are, don't do this please, please don't." "I have to Kelly," he whispered to her. "I'm sorry but it just has to be." "It's obvious you know me," she mumbled, "so I must know you, please tell me who you are, please. I'm sorry if I have offended you some how, please, please don't do this to me?" "You haven't offended me Kelly, you are just too much to resist, I have to have you, even if its just this one time." He climbed over her again, leaned down and kissed her, she turned her head away, 'he'll never get me to kiss him,' she thought. He bent his head and sucked in a nipple, it grew, she couldn't stop it. He transferred to the other one, that grew too, but Kelly resisted any temptation to groan or moan for him, even though it was torture. She already knew there was no point in physically trying to fight him, she was tied up, wasn't she? So she had told herself to just lie there, like a dead fish, immobile, unmoving, lifeless, that would piss him off she decided. And to a point it did, he was all over her, and despite his soft and gentle attack on her body, she admirably refused to allow herself any response what so ever. Even when he had got down between her legs, lifted her thighs over his shoulders and almost drove her wild and twisting her nipples at the same time as he sucked and ate at her pussy, she knew he had got her wet, that was impossible to stop, a tiny orgasm had rippled through her, she refused to acknowledge him. She was actually living her fantasy, the one on the DVDs in her drawer; he was doing what the men did in them did. He was driving her to distraction, but she was also winning the battle to resist it. Did he know of her fantasies? 'No, he couldn't possibly,' she thought, as another orgasm ran its way around her. 'He will never know!' she told herself. That was when he did the one thing that turned it all on its head. He found an erogenous zone he didn't know she had. And Kelly definitely didn't know it either! It blew her resolve away in one fell swoop, she cried out, it was immediate fabulous torture, it was unbearable. He had buried his face into her upturned armpit, licked it, sucked it and nibbled. The fantastic smell of her filled his nostrils; she was woman, all woman. And it defeated Kelly's defences in one terrific hit. "Oh, oooh arggh!" Was all she moaned, but he heard and knew what had happened, he kept up his onslaught, her body writhed under him, he quickly went across her and did the same thing, it had the same effect. Kelly could not endure it, it drove her mad with immediate arousal. His attack on and in her armpits continued, she was crying out, "please stop, oh please, I can't bear it pleeeeese." He was beside himself to have discovered this unknown zone. She had obviously not known about this, and he had discovered it, and now the object of his utter desire was writhing in ecstatic arousal below him. He had won, she was his, she could neither stop nor resist him now. It was over, no contest declared, victory is mine, he chortled to himself. He kept up the seduction of her, first one arm pit, then the other, one nipple then the other, on and on he went. Kelly was becoming limp with it, orgasms had crashed through her sensitive body, he didn't want to over do it. His prick was as hard as it was possible to get. "Do you want me to make love to you Kelly, hmmm?" he asked her teasingly, softly. "Yes yes yes, oh please yes, I need it so, please." He knew the words were said through her tears, she was defeated; she wanted nothing more now that to have his prick in her and take her to where she didn't know, she didn't care, she just wanted it so much. "Hurry goddamn you, hurry, quickly you bastard, NOW!" She yelled at him. It was an order he had no intention of refusing. He lifted himself up over and slowly; agonisingly, he slid into her like a sinking ship in an ocean. Her feet went up and hooked on to his thighs, he began what he had had planned in his mind, there was no way he was going to lose control, although he knew it would be very easy with a sexy beauty such as Kelly under him. His thrusts were long, slow and deliberate. All Kelly wanted him to do was fuck her hard, very hard. "Harder, harder, please do me harder," she whispered to him as she reached to kiss him, she was giving it all away in the desperate need to be fulfilled. He knew this, but he had enough savvy to know, long and slow would get him all he wanted, and in the end give Kelly all she ever needed, 'a fucking good fucking!' he said happily to himself. His hands hooked under her shoulders, he pushed his mind to any where except to allow himself to linger on what he was doing, he was determined to last for as long as he could. He hammered her, hard, long and slow. Kelly was beseeching him for more, "don't stop, don't stop, don't you fucking dare stop!" she told him forcefully. He smiled as he leaned down and sucked in her right arm pit. Kelly squealed and an orgasm nearly killed her, her feet jammed into his legs, her body arched, she cried out, he went to her other saliva filled arm pit, and Kelly gave in completely "Oh you bastard, you wonderful bastard, oh please please, I can't bear any more, please finish me, please finish you, give me everything you fabulous torturous bastard!" He hammered at her then, it was time. She heard and felt him grunt, he tightened his grip, his prick was so deep in her, it was deeper than her husbands had ever been. Then he erupted with the force of a volcano, he filled her with his hot steaming scalding cum. Kelly followed him with another of her own, her last one. He lay upon her, taking his weight on his elbows, he kissed her softly, and Kelly returned the kiss willingly. "You are so much better than I had ever imagined Kelly, you are just beautifully fabulous, so soft, so sexy, and better still, so lovely, and I don't mean just to look at, I mean in here too," he tapped her chest, she smiled gently at him, although she still had no idea of who he was, she knew it wasn't her husband who had utterly seduced her like this. "And I'm so sorry I have done this, please try to forgive me, but I had no way of resisting the impulse and urge for you." He told her. She nodded her lovely head, she didn't trust herself to speak just yet. He spent a lot of time kissing and loving her, in the after glow of the love they had eventually shared, Kelly loved the man back. Her fantasy had happened, how he had known, had he known? She had loved it, she had seen those women submit, and she had too, it had all been too much, she had cum like a train. "Please tell me who you are?" she whispered between a kiss, her soft demanding lips were hard to turn down, even though it was he who was the captor. "I can't Kelly, it would spoil too many things," he told her, she heard sadness in his voice. "You have to stay with me then," she told him. "I can't do that either, I'm sorry, I have to go now, I want you to stay still for a moment, please?" she nodded her head once again. He quickly dressed, see her laying there was almost too much for him, he wanted to get back into bed with her and stay as she had told him to. He leaned down, kissed her with all the love he had for her, "I'm going," he told her. "But I'm tied up, you have to release me." "You can release yourself Kelly, the knots are tight but you'll get them off," he kissed her once more and was gone. Kelly lay there for a moment hoping he would come back, then she set about untying the rope around her wrists. He drove away and stopped on a hill two miles away, he trained his binoculars on their bedroom window; he waited until he saw the light go on, and then in their bathroom, he knew she was okay. He sighed sadly, but rejoiced in what had happened, he was safe, she was fine, no recriminations. He went home to his own apartment where he lived by himself, went to bed and slept the sleep of a happy satisfied man, with Kelly on his mind. Kelly lay awake for several hours going over in her mind what had happened; she admitted to herself that the orgasms brought on by her unknown rapist had been the best she had ever had in her short life. She felt under her arms and could feel the intensity he had brought on. How had she not known about this? He had found out accidentally, and oh how he had used it to bring about her seduction. Her battle of wills with him had been lost completely; if it had been two warriors her defeat would have been total. She moaned softly as the thoughts ran through her, the memory of him screwing the life out of her. All as she had imagined in her fertile mind. He had seemed to read her very thoughts and used them against her, to make her beg for release. She had loved it, she knew it now. An unbidden orgasm hit her; she crushed her legs together as her pussy fired up. She reached into her drawer and took out her vibrator and used it to relive her submission to him. Now she knew she would not report this, would not tell her husband, in fact part of her wanted him to return the next night and do it all again. She fell into a very deep untroubled sleep. The next day she was at peace with herself, the memory deeply burned into her mind. She thought about her husband, she hadn't been unfaithful so she was okay with it from that point of view, but she was bothered by the way she had cum for the man who had captured her. Two days later he called round to see her, he was trembling with fear as he walked into their house. The first thing he checked was to see if the locks had been changed, they hadn't, that was a good sign he decided. He stepped in and called out, "Kelly, are you here?" He knew she would be or else the door would have been locked. "Daddy," he heard her reply, "I'm in the sitting room." He walked to her, he was apprehensive about seeing her for the first time since he had taken her. He didn't know what kind of reaction he would get. She was on the phone chatting away happily. She was talking to her husband, it was his son. She waved at him to sit down, she told him his dad had just come in, "he says hello dad," and looked at her father. Kelly Didn't Know She Had Them Her look appeared benign, he couldn't say if she knew it had been him or not. She put the phone down, and said to him. "Are you alright daddy, you seem edgy?" "Do I? I feel okay, what about you?" He asked, knowing now she didn't know it was him. "Oh I'm good daddy, never better, life is great for me." "Well I'm happy for you; do you want to go out for lunch Kelly?" "I would love to, I'll go and get ready." She went off and came back 15 minutes later; he nearly came in his pants! She was wearing a short skirt that rode her creamy toned thighs, heels, a small top and her hair in a pony tail. "Come on then," she said to him in her breathless husky voice, "and put your eye balls back in your head." She laughed. He laughed with her, but he knew he was falling into her, again! Kelly was all attention, it was focussed on him, and no one else caught her eye. She made him feel like he was the last man on earth, and she had him in the palm of her dainty little hand. Two days later his prick was antagonising him, it wanted Kelly again, he tried masturbating about her and what had happened, it was successful for at least half a day. He was a strong minded man, but she had got the drop on him, she had the Mojo. He was long divorced, his ex wife was now married to a Pakistani; he was a wealthy business man and had swept her off her feet at a business fair many years ago. She had wanted to take Jack with her, he refused, a sort of battle ensued culminating in him taking her husband to one side privately. and pointing a very real looking dummy gun at his head. Telling him in no uncertain terms what would happen to him if his son left the country. That ended the matter, she turned up at his wedding, took her place, presented the happy couple with an envelope and left. It contained a cheque for 50000 pounds! She wasn't heard from again. That night at two in the morning he entered her bedroom once again, he looked at her sleeping, her body shaped in the sheet around her, she was so seductively beautiful. His prick came to immediate attention. Then he saw it, it stunned him, the rope was still around the bed post, the nooses ready and waiting, as if she had left them there waiting for his return. She couldn't possibly, could she? This time he had undressed in the hall, leaving the mask on, he crept up to her, he was on her in an instants, her left arm above her head and noosed in a moment, the other arm followed. His mouth next to her ear. "I'm back Kelly, have you been waiting for me, have you left the rope hoping I would come to you again, hmmm?" He put the blindfold on again and removed his mask, now he was ready to go. He sank his teeth gently but insistently over her under arm, Kelly moaned immediately. Switching sides her attacked the other one, he relentlessly sucked, kissed, licked and nibbled, and this time he hadn't shaved too well, the stubble itched and grated across her scented skin. Her nipples received the same treatment, Kelly was already squirming, she couldn't stand the horrendously fabulous attack on what she knew now was her most erogenous zone. "Oh no, oh please no, I can't bear it please stop oh please, you're driving me mad," he had stuck fingers into her leaking pussy, her hips were sliding from side to side, up and down. He kissed her Kelly kissed him back fervently. "Please, don't make me wait as long as last time, please make love to me." He heard her heart felt plea, and gave into her, he raised his body over hers and plunged into her sweet nectar filled honey pot. Both of them moaned in unison, "this is where I want to be," he told himself as he hit her solidly hard with thrust after thrust, bang after bang. Kelly was in blissful arousal, she was getting fucked the way she had always fantasised now. "Yes yes yes, oh my gods yes, harder please harder, harder! More more!" she bleated. He did as she asked; he drove his thick heavy prick right into his gorgeous daughter's sweet pussy, slick with her love juice, hot with passion and friction caused by the slab of meat decimating her wonderfully, and far harder than he had ever done at anytime in his life. "I'm cumming Kelly," he wailed, "I'm cumming baby," he mumbled loudly. "Yes yes yes, cum for me, fill me, fuck me," and she came herself, he shot his load deep and fiercely into her. His grip crushing her tightly as he held her in place as he came. They collapsed; her wrists were tight in the nooses, where she had yanked on them to help her clasp him in her long legs. As they slowly relaxed in between soft kisses and shared moans, he sensed, rather than felt movement near his head, he lifted up lazily, then suddenly he was bathed in light, to see his gorgeous sexy daughter peering at him through slatted eyes. Her hand was free, the blindfold gone and she had hit the prearranged switch on her bed side light. "What?" he said to no one but him. He had checked the rope for the knots, but he hadn't noticed the subtle change in one of them, Kelly had rearranged them so that yes, she was held when they were tightened by him, but there was a new knot, she pulled on the loose end and it became undone freeing her. Now twisting round she threw him over onto his back, surprise total. She was looking down at her father. Her husband's dad! Both were in shock, she had thought about it being him, but wasn't totally convinced, no, she had decided that the idea was preposterous. So after more thought she settled on her husband's best friend. It had even thrilled her mind to think that devil would even dare do such a thing. She was wrong, completely! "Daddy No! You? Oh my god daddy its not you? I don't believe it, my god, oh daddy." She had started calling him daddy on the day of her wedding to his only son. He was just laid there looking up at her, his utter shock was total. "Kelly, oh Kelly, I'm sorry, please forgive me. I know its no excuse but I had to love you, I didn't want or ever intend to hurt you baby, please forgive me?" She leaned down and kissed him. "Daddy you are the naughtiest man I know, and also the best. What you've done, what we've done is so wrong it's off the scale, but I loved it, and I know I shouldn't. And I love you too, but you know that don't you? Its part of why you have done what you've done, isn't it?" "Kelly you aren't angry with me?" "I should be daddy, I should report you to the police, but I could never do that, not after what you have done to me, for me. This has been fantastic, how could I turn you in?" "Oh Kelly Kelly, I am just so happy," a tear slipped from his eyes. She kissed them away. "But I'm not sure what to do now, I am married to your son, you know you shouldn't have done this don't you. You know we can't keep this up?" she told him. He looked down his stricken body, and laughed, "keep what up?" She looked at him quizzically. He nodded his head downwards and Kelly followed his gaze. His prick was coming back to life. "Daddy, you really are soooooo baaaaaad!" She exclaimed loudly. And dove for it with her luscious mouth, he nearly imploded, she sucked his wet sticky prick all the way in. Her hand collected his hairy balls as she engulfed him. His hands went into his daughters hair and held her there. Kelly was down on him for a full 15 minutes before he felt that familiar knowing roil from within. "Kelly, I'm going to cum," he groaned at her, giving her a chance to get off. All she did was nod her beautiful head, gripped and sucked him harder. He shot his second load that night. His gorgeous little girl, his son's wife, sucked him all the way down as he blasted out his wares. Kelly kept him in her mouth whilst she gradually emptied his balls, then slowly let it drop out before making her way back up and into his arms. He awoke with the sun streaming through the windows. He wondered where she was, how she was feeling knowing now that she had been duped, and in fact raped by her father. Then he heard the shower, Kelly was in the bathroom. He got up, stretched and yawned. He made his way in, he was a little tentative. Kelly saw his shadow and the door opened in front of him. "Come on Daddy, in you get." She told him softly. He obeyed immediately, she pulled him to her, arms around his neck, they kissed. He fell to his knees and began to kiss her thighs as the hot water cascaded over them. Soon he was under her, his mouth fixed to her pussy. Kelly was holding on to the rail, her knees spread wide as he claimed her. She cried out as her first climax hit her, Kelly held herself up by putting her weight onto his head with her hand, he continued lapping her, his tongue so far in she couldn't breath properly. She ended up more or less sat on his face, it was fully turned up to her, her knees akin to his shoulders, his eyes were running up the glorious shape of her sublime body rising gracefully above him. Her firm upturned oendulous tits swaying around. Kelly came again and again. Her love juice mingling with the water, she nipped her own nipples and fell in a heap to the floor where he caught her. They sat in a tangle of arms and legs, loving and kissing and laughing to each other, both grateful for the release and love being shared. "I love you Kelly, I really do." he told her. Her face clouded over. "But daddy I'm married to Jack, he's your son, you can't love me?" "I'm not asking you to leave him; I'm just telling you I love you. The last thing I would want to do is hurt him like that, he must never know about this Kelly, never." He said earnestly. "Ah, I understand you now, well I love you too daddy, and I mean it as well, but I could never leave Jack, he's the best thing that has ever happened to me. Reconciling this is not going to be easy, but needs must hey? What we have done goes completely against all I have ever believed in, but it's done now, nothing can change that. So we'll let it lie, hey?" He looked at her with utter disappointment, it was over, he felt as sad as he ever had. Kelly saw his face and smiled. "Don't be silly daddy, I don't mean what you're thinking. Come on lets have breakfast. I'm starving, and then you can take me back to bed and tie me up for the rest of the day. How does that sound?" He kissed her passionately, laughed with her and picked her up, dried her off which took an age as he fiddled with her soft sexy body, and she fiddled as equally with him. They cooked a huge breakfast and wolfed it down in minutes. He grabbed her and said sternly. "Right you, up those stairs there's something I have to show you, so move it!" Kelly giggled, snatched his prick, squeezed it and said breathily, her voice suggestive, "oh yes, it wouldn't be this that you need to show me, is it daddy?" "It might be." He said looking longingly at her. They met for a kiss, she turned and walked off, him trailing behind her, prick in her hand like a dog on a lead. By the time they got to the top he was fully hard. This time he didn't tie her wrists to the post, he tied them together and held them above her head while he ravaged her under arms, scraping his teeth across them sinking them in. Kelly went mad, she struggled to get away but her 46 year old father was too strong and determined to keep her captive. Kelly loved being taken in this way. Then he held her with one hand, kneeled above her and hooked his nails softly into her skin at the elbow. He began to draw them down her arm. Kelly was aware of what he was intending to do, and fear ripped through her, she knew that once his nails got to their target she would be a goner, a loser, a slave to it. She was! Mac was sat above her, staring intently into her huge blue eyes, she was pleading with them, head thrown back, her luscious mouth in a perfect 'O' As his nails grew nearer they widened even further, both waiting for the result neither of them knew of until it happened. Kelly squirmed in ecstatic dread, the agony was wonderful, the wait went on. He leaned down and kissed her, her soft firm lips enveloped his; she tried to hold him there. He reached the edge of her under arm, Kelly gasped in dreaded surprise, Mac dug them in, she moaned, "oh no daddy no please?" He looked at her nipples, thick, big hard and proud; he took each one in turn in his nails, squeezed, nipped, Kelly thrust her hips upwards at him, trying to break free. It was a waste of time, his ass was above her pussy, his hand above her head, his weight keeping her still, hand pushing down and giving purchase to his ass, forcing her still. All Kelly could do was to kick her legs, in a weak desperate attempt. He immediately returned to her underarm and using one finger drove it in. Kelly screamed out in lustful aroused terror. An orgasm beat its way through her. It beat her as if she was in a boxing ring with a world champion. Macs prick was pointing right up her body ready, willing, and now very able. Keeping his finger dug into her, he bent his head and bit into the other one. Kelly fainted momentarily, she went limp, he looked in alarm at her, jumped off and pulled her up and into his arms. "Kelly, Kelly," he whispered, he was staring fearfully at her. Then she opened her beautiful eyes slowly and gave him a very weak smile. "You bastard," she mumbled. "You had better make love to me right now or you'll be buried in the garden within thirty minutes, okay!" He laughed, pulled the rope from her wrists and jumped on her, his prick sank home, hit bottom, her long legs closed over his back, her nails got recompense by digging deeply into his back, blood was drawn. Mac groaned and moaned in succinct wonderful pain. Both held onto each other in the way lovers do, he fucked at her, she fucked back, both were in the ascendancy, both were under the control of the other. But Mac knew now, that while he was and would always be the captor. It was he who was the captive, she had him, and he knew it even if Kelly didn't. They battered their way to a tumultuous orgasm, both hit the peak at the same time, the grip each had was painful, but fantastically satisfying. They lay still in each other for a long time, this really had been the tops, neither had ever been through this, it would be hard to repeat, if ever. Four hours later, after a lot of learning, Kelly told him she wanted to tie him up. He immediately agreed. "How?" He asked her, she told him, he positioned himself, and Kelly tied his wrists to his ankles. He spent the next two hours begging her to let him, make him cum. She tortured him, kneeling between his open legs jacking him off, then alternately sucking him, biting and licking his hairy balls. Kelly turned herself around and plonked her hot pussy right over her father's face, and continued murdering his cock and balls, freely doing what she wanted while making him pay homage to the hot sweet love lips sat squarely on him. She fingered his ass, Mac had no way of resisting the horrendous fabulous treatment he was getting, he was more than desperate to cum, but wanted the feeling of her loving and controlling him to go on forever. Suddenly she speeded her jacking him off, her pussy was running riot around his face, she was cumming herself, and she was bringing him off at the same time, he worked his mouth and tongue as hard as he could for her. This in turn drove her on to make him finish, his hips flew upwards, he felt a different heat on his prick, then he was drinking thick nectar from Kelly. He shot his load to who knew where? She had taken him in her white hot mouth and sucked him dry while she herself unloaded a huge amount of her love thick juice into his mouth. Kelly very slowly raised a fabulously shapely leg and lowered herself to his side, her hand went under his ass and her middle finger disappeared into it. Mac moaned, she worked it around, he squirmed he couldn't even grip his cheeks together. Kelly was in complete charge of him, he loved her all the more for it. She let him rest for a while, then untied him, he turned to her, they kissed, a love was born, nothing would take it away, not now. "We have to get our selves right for when Jack comes home daddy?" "Yes baby I know." "Will you be okay?" she asked. "Yes honey, I will be fine, it's you I am worrying about, I know you love him, and I'm glad about that, but can you carry it off, trying to live normally whilst he's at home?" "I know I can daddy, simply because I know I love him all the more." "He is home in two days, I'm leaving here today." It will give you all the time in the world to get back into your usual routine, okay?" "Yes daddy that's a great idea, I want you to come for lunch on Sunday though, it has to be confronted face to face, then we'll see where we go, if we can handle it all, I don't want to stop, but if we have to, then so be it." Mac left that afternoon, he never contacted her, he stewed in his own juice and worried all the time. Would she call it off, if she did he would accept it, he would have to. And he knew he would be okay with it, he loved her, he was sure she loved him too. But it was her husband; his son that was at the centre of her world, and that, he told himself is the right thing to do. On Sunday he arrived at mid day, he was greeted warmly by Jack, how Mac kept his equilibrium he didn't know, Kelly kissed his cheek, made a fuss of him. Lunch was a roaring success he began to feel better and better. He caught a wink from Kelly and then he knew it was all going to be okay. He left that day a very happy man, and Kelly too was happier than she had been. She hadn't known how she would really feel when Jack came home, but his love for her dissipated her blues. Her guilt such as it was, went out of the window. No one would ever know that she and her husband's dad were lovers. Jack left 3 days later; Mac got a call from Kelly that afternoon and told him she wanted him over that night, and not to come in the dark! She laughed, "be here for 8pm, don't be late daddy," she whispered in a very guttural husky, breathy sexy voice. He arrived on time, the door wasn't locked, but he snicked it on entering. "Kelly, are you there?" He called out. "I'm up here daddy, I'm stuck," he heard her reply 'Stuck' he thought, 'what does she mean by that?' He went upstairs and stopped dead when he walked into her room. She was there on the bed, hands fastened to the post, the rope pulled tight, and she was dressed to kill! And kill him she almost did, she had no bra, but a very tiny thong, stockings held by a lacy suspender belt. Face carefully made up and her hair piled on her head. A true man's walking wet dream. His prick launched him at her. "Daddy I was messing with the rope and it got stuck, I'm helpless, I can't defend myself if someone were to take advantage of me." Her voice was sexy, tremulous, scared and small. "Oh daddy I'm so glad you are here to save me, please help me daddy, I'll do anything you tell me I promise I will, oh daddy please save me.?" "You shouldn't play with a rope like this Kelly, look at the trouble you have got yourself into, I can see I may have to punish you, to teach you a lesson" His own voice was stern and masterful. "Oh daddy, I'll be good I promise, show me what I have to do daddy, please?" He leaned down and raked his nails down her arms, over her armpits, and down to her stomach. Kelly let out the most animalistic sound he ever heard, it was the low growl of a cornered lioness. "Hmmm," he said, "I can see the problem," he told her as he stripped his shirt, dropped his pants, kicked off his shoes. He climbed over her, "not one word young lady, not one," he warned her. His big fat cock was already trying to get into her. Kelly shook her head from side to side. He picked up her nipples in his finger tips, Kelly mewled to him, he gave her a stern look. Kelly dropped her eyes. Kelly Didn't Know She Had Them He leaned down and sucked in one and then the other chewing each for several seconds, his prick was ready to burst. As he sucked and chewed he dug his fingers into both armpits. Kelly was shot into orbit, she howled. He knew she couldn't help it, so he let her get on with it whilst devastating her senses. He attacked both of her most sensitive places, her nipples were in battle with her armpits, her armpits won. She cried out as a shattering climax hammered through her beautiful nubile young body. Mac stopped for a while to let her get her breath back, then he ripped the thong away and thundered his prick into her sopping pussy as hard as he ever had. Kelly screamed into his neck, her feet locked him in, she had orgasm after orgasm. He held himself up on his elbows and looked down at her, he had never seen a more beautiful sight, his daughter was looking up at him through huge wide eyes. He pulled out and after several seconds banged it back in, he teased her by pretending to hit her with it, only to stop half way back in. then he did hit her, and hard. She squealed, "Oh daddy, daddy, daddy 'please?" He turned his head and sank his teeth under her arm, then the other, then a nipple. Kelly began to weep; huge tears fell down her cheeks. "Daddy please no more, I can't bear it, please daddy please finish me, oh daddy please?" It was a heartfelt plea he knew it. So he raised himself up and battered her and battered her, they both came one after the other. Both were at the end of their endurance, neither could give nor take any more. The kiss they shared after that was full and honest, both gave it their full blessing and love. He never untied her, she asked him to, but he said no, and as far as Kelly was concerned, that was that. Later after he had recovered and spent so much time loving and receiving her love, he became erect again. Now he told himself, the ultimate act of love, she may or may not want it, and it may cause a ruction, but it has to happen. Mac got between his beautiful son's wife's knees, his prick hard and angry red looking. She was waiting with bated breath for his next action. It was to surprise her completely; she had never even contemplated his deed. He lifted her knees up and put them over his shoulder. "Ooooh daddy, what are you up to you naughty sexy man." He never spoke, he slipped his hot prick into her, drove it all the way in. Kelly was hanging onto the rope around her wrists. Then he pulled back, looked down and pushed it all the way into her gorgeous tight rounded ass. She naturally kicked her legs straight, he caught her hips and thighs and prevented it. Kelly cried out in pain and shock, he drove in and out. Kelly screamed out, "Daddy please stop, you are going to kill me please daddy stop, oh please." It was too late now, he couldn't stop, he did slow down, he kept still for a moment and looked down into her tearful eyes, "sorry baby, it has to be done, try to relax please." He told her. He began a slow and methodical destruction of her mind, his prick sliding in and out of her, he had all on not to cum, he wanted her to hopefully go with it. He pumped in and out, Kelly was wailing, and then her feet locked around his neck. "Oh daddy, please?" she whispered. He gazed at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, a smile spread lightly across her tantalising lips. "I told you before daddy, you are so naughty, and soooo baaaaad!" She was accepting it, his heart almost broke in two. He eased in and out, slowly building up the pressure. Kelly started to grunt at each thrust, sucking in breath when he pulled out. Her wrists were yanking on the rope, he was pushing her toward it, she came, it hit her so unexpectedly, it shook the life out of her. He saw the spurt from her pussy, it hit his chest and clung there before sliding slowly down, then he followed suit and shot his load into her bowels, deep and unfettered. She was crying tears of pain and joy, love and happiness, she ached from head to toe, her whole body was on fire. It was wonderful bliss. They became the tenderest of lovers, Kelly got plenty of revenge, tying him up for long periods and driving him near to insanity with her sexual victories over him, he was equal in everything except when it came down who was the true captor. Kelly told him it was she. Mac agreed totally. Months later, he took her and his son to show them a house, a house near to where Jack had been brought up. It was a 7 bed room, several bathrooms, huge gardens. Jack had always told his dad that one day he would own it. "I am going to buy it for you and me daddy," Jack told him proudly. "It's for sale," he told them. "Wow dad, I can see that, but the price, I could never afford that," he told him with some sadness. "You could if you sold your house, and I sold my apartment and we shared it?" Jack looked at him in astonishment. "You've got to be joking dad, you would do that, for me/us?" "I most certainly would, and when you have your children, I'll be there to babysit won't I?" Kelly looked at him with a massive smile on her face, she knew what he was thinking, her pussy tingled. She would have the two men she loved with all her heart under one roof, 'oh bliss!' she said to herself. "I think it's a fantastic idea daddy," she said loudly. "Don't you Jack, we would be one happy family if you'd agree?" Jack took the hint. "Call the agent dad, lets get it on." Six months later they had moved in. Everyone was happy; Kelly became pregnant with the first of her what were to be four children. Mac didn't know if he was a dad to any of them, he never asked, he never mentioned it, he didn't care, his role was solely going to be, Granddad!