13 comments/ 253836 views/ 38 favorites I Couldn't Lie Ch. 01 By: YoungHarpist [This is the first time I've ever tried this. Please let me know what you think, and if you like it, I'll write the rest that I have planned out. I hope you all enjoy!] I'm too exhausted now to think about what things will be like tomorrow morning when we wake up early to present at the conference. I'm too exhausted to talk, to worry, to care. I'm too exhausted, even, for anger… and though, if I had the energy to be ashamed, I wouldn't admit it, I'm exhausted enough to admit I'm comfortable and even happy on this bed next to him. I lie in bed, naked and still panting a little, my brown curls draped over the pillow, my breasts shaking just a little with the tremble of my breath, the golden cross I always wear sparkling between them as it moves in the light, and my skin still flushed, like a blushing cheek, my legs luxuriously spread out over the bed, my calf touching Daddy Tom's warm leg. Too exhausted to feel guilt or anger, I think over how I got to be here, in a hotel in Montreal, naked next to the sound asleep body of my father's best friend. ******************************* I guess it really all began with a challenge. A friend from youth group told me he was taking the LSAT to apply for law school, and I teased him, "I bet I can do better than you." At the time I had no intention of going into law. I was only 18, idealistic, and wanted to be a kindergarten teacher. I already had practice teaching Sunday school every week, and besides, I'd be an awful lawyer – I can't lie. To make a long story short, and get to this story, I did fabulously on the LSAT, and started seriously considering law... still a little worried about my inability to lie, but drawn to the excitement of a sexy, powerful career. I told myself that maybe God was telling me something by giving me that test score, maybe it was a sign. That summer, my dad's best friend Tom offered me a job at his firm – a favour, to see how I liked the work. I've known Tom since forever. I went to preschool with his daughter. His family and my family were always together since Tom and my dad met at open house. We'd vacation together, his daughter and I would sleep over, first afraid of monsters, then sharing our fears that we'd never grow women's bodies, then giggling about boys, and now… well now we still giggle about boys, though we have practiced kissing on each other once or twice. She was like a sister, and I knew Tom so well that I called him Daddy Tom. I was definitely in way over my head when I went to work at Daddy Tom's office. I thought for sure at least I knew what to wear. I had on a straight black skirt that hugged my hips a little and emphasized my tiny waist. I wore a sensible white blouse buttoned all the way to my neck, black stockings, and black shoes with a sensible heel. It was a more formal version of what I'd wear to teach Sunday school. Of course I wore the gold cross my daddy had given me at my high school graduation around my neck. Of course, the night before I started at Daddy Tom's, I prayed long and hard for direction and confidence. I prayed that God would help me with this job. Of course, the night before I started working for Daddy Tom, I had also fantasized about being a sexy lawyer – dreaming as my hands caressed my smooth naked skin. I'd be beautiful, powerful, and men would suddenly notice me. I let my hands stray to the pert little nipples that sat atop my full round breasts like cherries on vanilla ice cream. I'd be in control of the courtroom and men would realize how smart I was, and they'd love me. As one hand continued to play with my nipples, I slid a hand down between my legs. In church, I know they'd say it was a sin… but it felt so good, and was much less sinful, I reasoned, than letting a boy touch me. I had never been touched by a boy, but I imagined it so many times, so many times like that night, as I stroked myself to a warm, comfortable sleep. Now here I was in my church-clothes at Daddy Tom's office, and though he was friendly when I arrived, he shook his head. I tried to shake the fantasies of last night out of my head. Daddy Tom wasn't exactly helping. When I went into his office, Daddy Tom stood up and gave me a long hug. He pushed my body close to his, and I could feel his breath in his chest as it pressed against my tits. His hands were on the small of my back, barely above my ass, and they moved slightly, pushing against me through the fabric of my skirt, and recreating that warm feeling between my legs that I had so enjoyed last night. My nipples were hard, rubbing against the fabric of my bra as he pressed me tightly, tightly in his grip. Just when I though I would gasp aloud with the repressed pleasure, he pushed me a bit away from his body, holding me at arm's length, looking me up and down as he held me by the waist. "Wow. You've really grown into quite a woman, Nicole," he said to my breasts. I just blushed. He didn't notice. "Your shirt kinda fits funny, though," he said like a father, and like a father he gently moved the cross that hung around my neck aside, unbuttoned my top two buttons, fluffed open my collar and gently, his hands slowly replacing the gold cross on my pale, exposed chest, said, "now you'll look like the other girls. Jan will show you what to do." And for two weeks, that was it. Jan showed me what to do, and I worked hard. I was exhausted and barely understood anything, and was continually terrified of screwing something up and letting Daddy Tom down. Then came the evening when I was sure I had. "The boss wants to see you… now" was all Jan said. It was 4:50 on a Friday afternoon. What could he want to talk to me about with 10 minutes left in the day? I nervously walked to his office and knocked on the door. "Daddy Tom?" "Come in Nicole. Close the door. Have a seat." I sat on Daddy Tom's expensive leather sofa, and he sat next to me. His thigh touched mine. He put a hand on my knee. He seemed like a comforting father about to chastise me, but not wanting to hurt my feelings too much. "Nicole, how do you feel you've been doing here?" I couldn't tell him that I hated the work, that it was too hard… and of course, I couldn't lie. I said nothing. "Nicole, I don't know if we should keep you here," he squeezed my knee, trying to comfort me, I suppose, as the tears welled up in my eyes. "I just don't know if it's a good fit. I want to give you a try, a taste of what this career will be like, but I just don't know if you can handle it." "Please, Daddy Tom, give me one more chance?" He put his finger over my lips to stop my begging, then moved me so that I was sitting on his lap. "You're my girl, Nicole… Don't worry. I'm going away this weekend to a conference. I'll give you one more chance. If you come with me, prep my files for me, keep everything organized, then I'll keep you on for the summer. The hotel is booked, the flight is ready, you just have to hop on a plane with me in… " He looked at his watch, "40 minutes!" I didn't have time to think, much less to pack, as we rushed downstairs, into a cab, and to the airport. It wasn't until the plane had taken off that I realized that didn't have a change of clothes. I told Daddy Tom, again terrified of upsetting him, letting him down, but he didn't seem worried. "We'll get you something new when we land in Montreal, honey," he said, and gave me knee a firm squeeze. He never seemed to take his hands off me now. Before we even went to the hotel, Daddy Tom took me to a store to buy me something to wear. "You'll need something to wear tomorrow," he said, "And pyjamas." "Oh! I always sleep naked," I said before I had a chance to think. Daddy Tom just smiled at me and said, "We'll find something nice for you." In a high-end department store, he ushered me into a change room. "Take off your clothes and throw them over the door, so I can find things in your size," he said. I did, and stood nervously in my heels, plain white panties and bra. Between my ample tits, the gold of the cross my father gave me shimmered. In the small room, I pondered my reflection. When there was a knock at the door, I opened it a little, thinking Daddy Tom would pass some clothes through. Instead he came in. Anxiousness welled up in my stomach as I saw Daddy Tom's eyes move up and down my nearly naked figure, starting at my feet, moving up my long but awkwardly naked legs, resting for a minute at the white fabric of my panties, then up further to my tapered waist. His eyes rested for a minute on my tits, where I could feel the tingle that told me my nipples were getting hard. I was sure he could see the pink buds through the thin white fabric of my bra, so I avoided his eyes. The dressing room was small, and Daddy Tom's warm athletic body was only inches away from me. "Nicole." He gestured to the two business suits he had brought, one grey pinstripes and one navy. "Which do you like?" I couldn't think, I was overwhelmed by the warmth of his body, the awkwardness of being so close to naked so close to my boss, and as I felt a flush rise to my cheeks and chest, I pointed randomly at a suit, hoping he would leave. "I'll get you some underwear too," Daddy Tom said, like a father, and I was embarrassed for feeling flushed or uncomfortable. He looked at me like his daughter, I told myself – Daddy Tom just wanted to take care of me, and I was foolish for making more of it than that. "Give me your bra and panties so I can match the sizes," he said. I waited a second for him to leave the change room, but instead he stood there, looking disinterested as he hung the suits on a hook. He wasn't leaving without my underwear. I reached one hand behind me to unclasp my bra as I leaned with the other against the wall, afraid my weak knees would give out on me. I felt like I would faint. I struggled with the clasp. Before I knew what was happening, Daddy Tom's arms were around me, holding me up and unhooking my bra. He deftly moved the material off my shoulders, then lowered the cups to reveal the two semispheres, full handfuls of untouched flesh, my breasts. His hands brushed my cool white breasts and my warm nipples as he removed the bra. "There you go, honey," he said, still a father tending to his daughter. It occurred to me that no man had ever seen me topless before, and I couldn't be sure if this counted. "Panties too, honey." It counted. I bent at the waist in the small room, my back to the mirror. As I leaned forward to pull down the white underwear, my face moved close to Daddy Tom's crotch. I could tell through his pants that his cock was large and hard. My face was so close to his erection in this small room that I could feel its heat on the sensitive skin of flushing cheeks. Even though I couldn't see it, I was aware that the mirror was reflecting my young, round, and now completely naked ass to Daddy Tom as I lifted one foot, then the other, out of my underwear. I looked again at the bulge in his pants as I stood up, both pleased and terrified at the power I had to evoke this reaction in my boss, my father's best friend, my Daddy Tom. My sudden movement broke the moment, and Daddy Tom, again a friendly father, said "I'll be back with some things for you – sit tight." What else could I do, stark naked in a change room in a foreign city? I sat tight, and when Daddy Tom returned everything was so normal, so friendly, so like I was his daughter and he was my father, that I began to assume that the tension in the change room was due to my prudery, and my imagination. The bra and panties he brought back for me to try on, skimpy black lacey things, made me doubt for a second – but Daddy Tom didn't open the change room door again, and I approved his choice of suit for me. He told me he had grabbed some stockings and pyjamas, so with my mind at ease but my body exhausted from the day's travel and tension, I eagerly followed Daddy Tom to the hotel. "Check us in, honey," Daddy Tom said when we arrived, and I remembered that I was not here as a guest, but an employee. With a little bit of nervousness, I approached the front desk. The hostess gave me a room key, I signed where she pointed, and nodded as she told me the room number. Daddy T put his arm around me, carrying his small overnight bag and the shopping bag of my clothes in his other hand. Feeling glad to have accomplished something, I led Daddy Tom to the room, opened the door and was shocked to see… one large bed. "I ordered two doubles," Daddy Tom sounded angry. "What did the woman at the front desk say? Shit. Did you sign?' I shrugged and nodded, and the exhaustion and tension of the day began to well up in my eyes. "I guess I messed it up, Daddy Tom," I said. His voice softened a little, and he said "We'll make do, honey. We can't change it now that you've signed, but don't worry. We'll order in some room service and get to bed early tonight so we're ready for tomorrow. So you fucked up a little, that's ok – you'll just have to share with me." While Daddy T ordered our dinner, I took a shower. After the exhausting day, the warm water felt amazing on my nude skin. For a long time I just stood under the hot water, letting it run down my face and through my hair that clung to my back in dark swirls. I simply let my skin enjoy the feeling of the rivers of water that cascaded down my back, tracing the tight curve of my ass, and the smaller streams of water that ran down my face, across my collar bones, and down the face of my breasts to gently warm my nipples. The steam from the hot water began to fill the washroom and I tasted its slight sweetness as the stream relaxed the tension from my forehead and lower back. Finally moving, I began to scrub myself. I luxuriated in the large shower, spending forever massaging soap over my tight skin. I was so enjoying my time alone with myself, pampering my body with soapsuds and warm water, that I completely lost track of how long I was in the shower. As I realized this, there was a knock at the washroom door. "Yes, Daddy T?" I called, as I opened the shower's sliding glass door to talk to him. The washroom door swung open, and in a second, the warm fog that had filled the room disappeared. There was Daddy T, holding a hanger with blue pyjamas on it. "Nicole, honey, I thought you wouldn't have anything to change into," he said, as I stood there, a foot away from him, my nipples now hard in the newly cold air, my body glistening with the shower water. "Anyway, honey, dinner's here, so finish up." Daddy T did not leave the washroom as I returned to the warmth of the shower's water. He kept chatting with me about tomorrow's conference as I rinsed off my body, so I felt obligated to leave the shower door open. I was acutely aware of his eyes watching my young body under the water. He asked me a few questions, but I only mumbled "I dunno"s in response, afraid of raising my eyes to meet his as I rinsed the conditioner from my hair. "Nicole, honey," Daddy T said, more forcefully. "Are you sure you can handle this job?" I had to turn to look at him. Over his shoulder, I could see my naked reflection in the somewhat steamy mirror. My face was red from the heat of the shower, from embarrassment about his question, and from shame at standing naked before my father's best friend. I turned off the shower, stepped out onto the bathmat, water running down my legs like a thousand caressing fingers. I looked Daddy T in the eye, inhaled deeply, thrusting up my chest (where I noticed his eyes were fixed), noticed the glint of light on my gold cross, and said "Yes, yes I am, Daddy T." He smiled and said, "I know you can do it, Nicole," as he slapped my naked ass and left the washroom. I was left to look at the so-called pyjamas he had bought me. Never in my life have I owned something so scandalous. The top was what I guess you'd call a baby-doll. A tiny pale blue bra made out of the softest silk I've ever seen tied closed between my breasts. The bra's material barely covered my nipples, which were hard and clearly visible where the fabric clung to me. From this tiny bra-like top hung a bit of sheer, baby-blue material that went to halfway down my ass. The bottoms that went with this revealing top were even worse. A thong of the same silken material as the bra was all that covered my pussy. The thong was cut so low in front that if I hadn't been shaved bald, my pubes would have shown. On the side, at my hips, it tied in two bows. Because my body was still damp from the shower, the thong panties clung to the little lips of my pussy and you could see its shape as though I were naked. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a hussy, I thought, but like a sweet hussy - somewhere between a tramp and a little girl. As I brushed my hair into two braids, my arm brushed my breasts in the silken bra and I trembled with the guilty pleasure at the feel of the soft material against my nipples. With a quick touch of my cross necklace and a smile to myself in the mirror, full of false confidence, I walked out to meet Daddy T. He had set up two plates of dinner and poured two glasses of wine at a table pulled up to the bed. I noticed that he had taken off his tie, untucked his shirt, and undone the top few buttons. He patted the spot next to him on the bed, and I sat next to him. I felt very sexy in my pyjamas and hoped to see Daddy T drink enough that he'd pass out and sleep deeply enough for me to get away with touching myself in bed next to him. I knew I could masturbate quietly; I had lots of practice with my college roommate sleeping soundly next to me as I threw a hand over my mouth to contain the gasps of an orgasm. But as Daddy T drank, he encouraged me to, and soon both of us were red with wine, and lounging back on the bed as he quizzed me about my knowledge of his company's workings. Soon, in tiredness, we let the conversation lull into silence. "You don't mind too much sharing a bed with your Daddy T, do you?" he asked, slurring a little. I felt tested. I felt like maybe this whole trip was a test. I had to show my dedication to this job. "No no, Daddy T. I signed the thing at the front desk… It's fine." "OK, honey," he said, moving close to me. He smelled of wine, but I figured I must too. "You know I won't do anything you don't want to do, or anything, right? Nothing you don't want, Nicole." I leaned in and kissed his cheek, like I had always done as a child. My still damp pigtail brushed against his chest where his shirt was unbuttoned. "Of course, Daddy T," I said. "Let's go to bed already." Daddy T took off his shirt and slacks, leaving only his plaid boxers on. He switched out the lights and we both crawled under the blankets. I began absently to stroke my breasts through the silken material of my pyjamas. I felt my breath getting heavy as I became more aroused, and was silent for a second to see if Daddy T's breath would indicate that he was asleep. He was absolutely silent – still awake, I figured – then he turned, heavily, and flailed his hand. It landed on my breast. He didn't move, and I soon heard his slow breath. He must have been asleep. I felt awful, but I loved the feeling of Daddy T's heavy hand on my hard nipple. I breathed consciously, enjoying the changing sensations as my breast moved under his hand. It felt as though he was caressing me. And somehow, as I got deeper into the feeling, I became aware that Daddy T was indeed caressing me. Through the fabric of my top, his fingers were gently rolling and pulling my nipple as his palm cupped my full breast. Between my legs was an uncomfortable warmth. My body was loving what Daddy T was doing, but this was my father's best friend, my boss – this was so wrong. Not at all what I wanted. As I had been laying there thinking with my eyes closed, Daddy T must have turned onto his side, because I looked at him and saw him, obviously awake, watching me as he caressed my breast. I Couldn't Lie Ch. 01 "Hi Nicole," he said, and moved his hand to my other breast. "What are you – I – I don't want this, Daddy T!" I exclaimed, nearly lightheaded with wine and confusion and lust. Daddy T gave my nipple, now a hard little nub, a yank. "You seem to, Nicole. Look at yourself." I blushed, realizing how hard my nipples were, and how my body was writhing slowly with his movements. "I told you I wouldn't do anything you didn't want, Nicole, but I can tell you like this, honey. Don't you?" I couldn't lie. "I love it," I said, "But it's wrong." "That's not what I asked," Daddy T said, and before I could react, he moved his body over me, and, with his left hand still caressing my right breast, he untied the bow between the cups of my bra, removed the material from my right breast, and placed his lips on my nipples. "Daddy T!" I exclaimed, but I had to refrain myself from moaning with pleasure. I tried to push him off my body as his lips sucked on my nipple, but he was now straddling my hips, holding both of my wrists above my head with one arm… and his large, strong body wasn't budging. He began flicking his tongue roughly across my nipple as the other hand kept up its nearly painful rubbing. "Stop stop!" I said as I tried vainly to twist my body out from under him, but I was careful to keep my voice down so that the people in the next room would not be alarmed. "You love this, Nicole," he said, as his bodyweight pinned me down and he slid my pyjama top off entirely. I couldn't argue with him. My body had never felt like this – I felt like every nerve in my skin was electric, my pussy was begging for attention, but my soul was screaming "No!" I finally gave up writhing and just lay quietly, trying not to enjoy the amazing sensations that were shooting from my nipples all across my body or the yearning between my legs. Most of all, I tried not to notice Daddy T's hard cock that had escaped through the fly of his boxers. It was immense and fascinating and intimidating as it rubbed against my lower belly as he moved in his caressing my breasts. Suddenly he moved from atop my hips to between my legs, his face still in my breasts, but his cock, for a second, out of sight, Then I felt it. Daddy T's knees came between mine, and before I knew what was happening his cock pushed against the soft material of my thong, rubbing against my clit and teasing my slit through the thin silk. I was nearly driven to distraction - Daddy T's huge, hard cock pushing on my pussy through my panties as his mouth and hand twisted my nipples into exquisite pleasure – I felt like I was going to explode. My feeble attempts to wriggle out from underneath the hard body of my boss only served to press my pussy harder against his penis. Pressure began to build up in my head and between my legs, and when I was sure I was going to scream for help or cum, Daddy T stopped moving. He moved from between my legs and took off his boxers. My heart was beating so quickly that I couldn't say anything as his massive erection became, for the first time, fully visible. I was actually really interested – I had never seen a man's penis before. Then, however, Daddy T placed his hand on my silk covered mound. "You're soaking, honey," he said, with more menace than I imagined his voice could have. "You wanna fuck." My eyes went wide. Before was fine, playing, but this was serious. "No!" I said. "I don't want to!" Everything I had learned in Sunday School rattled through my brain, but my body just rocked slowly as Daddy T's big warm hand gently stroked my wet pussy through the fabric of my panties. "I don't want…" I started to say again, but I couldn't finish the sentence. Daddy T shook his head a little, untied the bows that held my panties on, and slid the material from me. I was flushed, aroused, and naked in bed below my father's best friend. Very slowly, Daddy T put slid one finger into my pussy, stopping briefly to press the wetness against my clit before he brought his finger to my lips. Without thinking, I opened my lips and sucked my taste off Daddy T's finger. "Your pussy is sopping, Nicole. You want to fuck." I just shook my head as tears welled up in my confused eyes. "Daddy T," I begged, as he slipped two, then three fingers into my cunt, which, much to my embarrassment, was wetter than ever. "Daddy T, I don't want this. I don't. I – I'm – I'm a virgin, Daddy T – don't!" "Nicole, honey, you're saying that, but your hips are bucking me. Your pussy is fucking my hand. I know you want a cock in there. Don't lie to me honey, do you like this?" I couldn't lie. I loved it. I had never felt this amazing. I had never felt anything close to this. "Yes, Daddy T," I said, as his fingers brought me close to orgasm again and again. "Daddy T I love the way you're making me feel. But you shouldn't!" His fatherly voice grew severe again and his hand withdrew from my disappointed vagina. "Don't tell me what I should do, Nicole," he said, very seriously. "Don't think that's your fucking place. I asked you what you wanted, not what I should do, slut." His fingers retuned to my aroused pussy, and he continued to speak slowly, as he rocked his fingers in and out of me. With his other hand he stroked his hard, frightening cock. "Do you want this?" I turned my head on the pillow so that he couldn't see my face, and so that I wouldn't have to look at his aggressive sneer, but I felt the warmth of an orgasm building between my legs. Frustrated with my silence, Daddy T fingerfucked me harder. "Answer the question, Nicole. Do you want this?" As I felt myself nearer and nearer orgasm I knew I had to speak. "Yes yes yes Daddy T! I love what you're doing to me. Oh God don't stop!" As soon as I spoke those words, Daddy T stopped. There was a silence and stillness that filled the room as guilt welled up in my eyes. Had I really said that to Daddy T? Had he really made me feel that way? My mind raced and my body throbbed with unrelieved arousal. Before I could decide on anything, though, Daddy T lowered himself onto me. He held down my shoulders as I tried, conflictedly, to squirm away. "Don't be scared, honey. You'll love this." All I could feel was the tension and excitement in my pussy. I felt Daddy T's big cock at the entrance to my vagina, teasing it gently, only his swollen head in the wetness of my smooth lips. "Don't worry, Nicole," he said, and moved suddenly forward. I felt a tearing sensation as Daddy T's cock ripped my hymen. My pussy was freaking out. I had never felt anything so painful or so wonderful. I felt absolutely full, as Daddy T remained still inside me for a moment. Then, slowly, Daddy T began to move his cock, sliding it in and out of me, slowly at first, then faster and faster. One of his hands found my breast and began twisting my nipple as his thrusting got faster and faster, harder and harder. I couldn't believe the way I was feeling. My body seemed to know what to do as I raised my hips to meet his thrusts. I wrapped my legs around his waist to hold my body to his. I was torn between a desire to claw his eyes out for invading me like this and a desire to kiss him the way lovers do in movies. I was lost in analyzing my body's new feelings when suddenly Daddy T stopped moving. "Turn over," he commanded me. Unsure of what to do, I rolled to my stomach on the bed. Daddy T was moving very slowly. He knelt between my spread legs and raised my hips so that I was on my knees with my legs spread. I knew he could see my pussy, moist with arousal, so recently torn open by his cock, more closely than even I had ever seen it. Suddenly, I felt a hot pain on my butt and heard a loud sound. Slap! Just once, then once more, Daddy T spanked me. The pain only made my pussy more eager for his cock. I knew he hadn't finished, and my desire was far from quenched. "Don't move," Daddy T said in a very serious voice, and slapped my ass twice more. He walked away for a second, but came back quickly. Because I was obeying his orders not to move, I couldn't tell what he was doing until I heard the click of a shutter. Daddy T was photographing my spread pussy. "Look back here, Nicole," he said, and as I did the camera snapped again, capturing this time my bewildered face as well as my exposed ass and pussy. "Just in case," Daddy T said. "Just in case." Before I had a chance to ask what Daddy T was talking about, he knelt behind me, grabbed my hips, raised them to his cock, and slipped it back in my pussy. If before I had enjoyed fucking, now I was positively in heaven. My confusion about the camera was quickly erased by intense pleasure. Daddy T grabbed my hips and guided them as he thrust in and out of me. The gold cross around my neck was slapping against my breasts as I heaved myself back and forth. I was rocking my weight onto my hips to feel all of Daddy T's cock in me, and a warmth and pleasure like I'd never felt before was welling up in my pussy. "Are you gonna cum, Nicole?" I was so embarrassed to have to discuss this with Daddy T, my father's best friend and my boss. Could I really tell him that I was building up to the orgasm of my life? And yet… why not? It was he who was pounding my very recently virgin ass, it was his balls smacking against my clit as he shoved his cock deep into me. I must have paused to consider my answer, because I felt red hot slaps on my ass again. Daddy T spanked and spanked me. "Are you gonna cum for your Daddy T, Nicole? You little slut, you little tramp, you little Jezebel – on your hands and knees with my cock in your tight little cunt, and you're loving it, aren't you? Aren't you going to cum?" I couldn't lie – though right now I could barely speak. "Yes!" I managed to gasp. "Yes yes yes yes yes…" My speech and merged with my breath and every quick inhalation became a whispered "yes" as I drowned in pleasure. Then, for a second, I thought I was going to die. The feeling in my body was too intense – I couldn't bear it. "Daddy T!" I said, trying to tell him to stop. But as his name escaped my lips I felt a convulsion tear through my body. Sublime pleasure coursed out from my pussy and ran in waves down to my toes and up to my throat, arched back in pleasure, as I let out one long moan which merged into my last, very passionate, "Yes!" As I was rocking to the end of my orgasm, Daddy T's breathing became heavier than before. As my pussy was tightening in the pleasure of my cumming, I felt Daddy T's cock swell, and then spill hot semen into my cunt. I felt a long spurt of warmth as Daddy T grabbed my shoulders and pushed my whole body closer to him, burying his cock as deep as possible into me as he filled me with cum. "Oh Nicole," was all he said in a breathy gasp as our orgasms finished together and our bodies collapsed to the bed. ************************** So that's why I'm lying here, nearly asleep next to the naked, spent body of my boss, my father's best friend, my first lover. I've been trying to pray, to make myself feel guilty, to make myself regret it, to make myself hate Daddy T, but I can't. I'm too exhausted, and the feelings just don't seem to come. All I can feel is happy fatigue. Daddy T stirs slightly and opens his eyes to look at me. For a second, his eyebrows shoot up as he realizes, it seems, who he is lying next to. "Nicole! Is this – are you – is this ok?" I am far too exhausted to moan anything but "yes..." After all, I cannot lie. "Wonderful."