Running Late
mc; M+f; Mdom; inc; anal; oral
"Shit! Shit..."
I slammed on the car horn as I looked down at the clock. Twenty minutes past five, that's twenty minutes I was already late.
It was bad enough that my meeting had let out late and that it was storming outside, but now I was stuck behind what had to be the slowest driver I have ever seen. I glanced back at the clock, 5:21 and honked the horn again, the sound getting lost in the loud roars of thunder.
My wife and I had been divorced for a few years now, the only good thing to have ever come out of our relationship being our daughter Emily. Joint custody was sometimes tough, so I had to really relish every moment I could spend with my daughter. She had always been very smart, lively, and an absolute joy to be with. When the call came in calling me into work today, I was disheartened. I couldn't believe I would have to miss one of my precious days with my daughter.
It was my weekend to be with Emily and she had a violin recital, which now I would have to miss. My wife and I had started her with lessons at the age of five when Emily had shown a profound interest in music. She had kept up with it ever since and had become pretty good, if I do say so myself.
I was disgusted with the notion of letting her take the train by herself to the studio, but I couldn't let her miss this. She had worked so hard, diligently practicing everyday, it just wouldn't be fair to her. I tried calling around anyone I knew, but no one was available at such a short notice.
Emily chimed in reminding me that she had turned thirteen last month, and that in her own misguided notion, she was practically an adult. I had to remind myself that she was a smart girl. She knew how to call the police or scream for help. Everything would be alright, wouldn't it? After sitting down with her the night before, I finally caved, I could never say no to her cute doe eyes when she started to pout.
The next morning we went over and over the route and rules of safety to make sure she had everything down pat. After promising that if even the slightest thing felt wrong, she would call me, and I would drop everything and rush to her, I kissed her goodbye and finally dropped her off at the train.
It was now five thirty. The train back for Emily was supposed to arrive at five and I was barely pulling into the station parking lot. I was worried sick. The storm had started to calm down in the past few minutes but rain was still drizzling down at a steady beat.
As I pulled up, I looked over through the windows of the waiting rooms hoping that Emily had been able to get in before getting drenched by the storm. My heart sank as I realized they were all empty. In fact, there didn't seem to be any passengers at all. I pulled out my phone as I slowly drove, glancing around trying to spot her, when my eyes focused on an elder gentleman just a little ways from me.
It was as if he suddenly appeared, I don't know how I had not noticed him before, but there he was. He was facing away from me hunched over something I couldn't see from my position. Something dark rested near the man's feet, a briefcase maybe, but I wasn't sure. The man was very plain, remarkably so. The more I tried to find something distinctive about him, the more generic and forgettable his features became. Even so, there was something about him that demanded my attention, something that would not let go of my focus.
As I drove closer, I noticed that the case on the floor wasn't a briefcase, but instead a violin case. My heart started beating faster as I drove closer and closer until I could finally see what the man as bending over for. My heart almost stopped.
There she was, Emily, looking straight ahead with a blank look in her eyes, not caring that she was drenched from head to toe. The mans face was level with hers and he moved as if he was whispering something in her ears. His hand moved up and slowly swiped a stand of hair away from her eyes, his palm lingered on her cheeks as he caressed her face with his fingers.
I suddenly found myself filled with rage as I slammed the brakes. I rolled down the windows as I fidgeted with the seat belt currently impeding me from running to my daughter's side.
"Get your hands of her!" I shouted, as I rushed to get out of the car. The man was not startled, instead he slowly turned towards me with a smile on his face. There was an unnerving feeling about the way he moved, as if what he was doing was perfectly normal. I tried to shake the feeling away as I stepped towards the man.
"Is she yours?" The man spoke calmly with a soft, melodic voice which I had to struggle to make out. I was startled, how could he talk to me like nothing is wrong when he has his hands on my daughter. Before I could finish my thought, he spoke again, "I asked, does she belong to you?"
I stared at him dumbfounded. The more I thought about what the man was saying, the more I noticed a small pain starting to inch its way into my head.
"Get away from my daughter, you sick pervert!" I yelled as I felt the headache start to get worse as my anger rose.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize she was owned." The man smiled as he apologized, "You really shouldn't let her out like this."
I quickly moved myself in front of the man, shoving him aside, putting myself in between him and my daughter.
"Yes, she's my daughter.” I replied defensively, “and it's none of your business if I let her go out by herself. Now leave us before I call the cops." I don't know why I felt like I had to justify myself to him, but his calm, commanding tone planted a seed of doubt in my mind, as if maybe I was the one who had done something wrong. I tried to tell myself this was ridiculous, but every time I dwelled on it, the pain came back even stronger.
"No, no. It's perfectly fine that she go out by herself. But without markings, you can see how anyone could easily mistake her for being unowned.”
"Markings?" I asked, the pain making it harder to make sense of his words.
"Yes, markings. You know, like a collar, noting you as her owner. She isn't wearing one." As he spoke, I glanced at Emily. Something about what he was saying seemed wrong, but he was right, Emily was not wearing a collar. Could this all have been a misunderstanding on my part?
"N-no. That's not the problem. The problem is..." I tried to think. That wasn't right, that wasn't the issue. As I scrambled my brain to try to think, he cut me off.
"You're right, there is a completely different issue here."
"Huh?” I wasn't expecting him to agree with me.
"Well, anyone can see that it was an honest mistake on both our parts. You forgot the collar, and me, I mistook a collarless girl as unowned. I wish I could drop it at that, I really do, but there is another small predicament."
The pain in my head was now making it hard to think. All I could respond with was, "W-what?"
"Look, I can tell you are a good man. And as a good man, you probably try to instill good values into your little slut, right?"
Of course I want to raise my girl right, "Yea...that's...wait, what did you just call..."
"And because of that, you would want her to always take responsibility for her actions, right?
Who wouldn't want their girl to grow up with proper values? "Yes, its only right that she owns up to her mistakes." My head was still throbbing with pain. It was strange, what the man was saying seemed to make sense, but I couldn't help but feel like something was off.
"Well you see,” the man gestured down to his pants, “because of your little slut here, my cock seems to have gotten all hard, and it's straining against my pants."
WHAT? This definitely wasn't right, was it? How could he say that in front of my little sl... Emily. That was not right, but before I could make sense of his words he continued to speak.
"Look at her." I glanced at my daughter, "That's the attire of someone trying to tease men." I looked her over carefully, trying to find fault in the man's words. She was wearing a simple top and skirt, but the rain had left her completely wet and her clothes clung to her body.
"You can see she's clearly showing off her nipples and her panties are totally wet." Emily was still on the small side and had only just started to develop. Although her mother had started taking her bra shopping, Emily still often preferred to go without. Because of the rain, her shirt was slightly see through and if you looked closely, you could start to see the outline of her perky breasts. That wasn't her fault though, was it? The pain was making it really hard to process my thoughts.
"Any one would get hard from looking at this pretty little slut." Emily was indeed very beautiful. Could I really fault another man from getting an erection by looking at her in this state?
“This is all her fault, she caused this” The man spoke as if this was the most natural thing in the world. Of course seeing her like this would get him worked up, so it was her fault, but something about that felt wrong.
"And you can agree, that going around with my cock visibly hot and bothered is no way for a gentleman to be." I looked down at his pants, his crotch bulging. I could tell it was clearly uncomfortable. No man should have to go through the embarrassment of walking around like that. Not too mention how obscene it would look in public.
"You want her to be responsible for her actions, right?" I nod. "And she's the reason I'm in this situation." I nod again. "Well, it makes only sense that she should be the one to relieve me."
His words made sense, but still I had this nagging sensation that something wasn't right. It was her fault the man was hard. She should own up and take responsibilities for her actions. In order for her to do that she had to be the one to relieve him. Something about that wasn't right, but every time I tried to think about it, the pain would increase. I stood frozen unsure what to do.
“And the only way for her to relieve my problem, is with her body.” The man grinned a wider smile as he grabbed Emily by the shoulders. He turned her around facing me and bent her over, keeping her in position with one hand. Emily didn't protest or show any signs of struggling, she just kept staring ahead with her empty eyes.
Of course she had to take care of him with her body, how else would she do it? But what did that mean? I tried to think about what was about to happen, desperately trying to ignore the pain, searching for something that was wrong with this whole situation. The man continued moving, undoing the button of his pants with one hand and releasing releasing his cock free into the air.
In order for the man to lose his erection, he had to cum. To do that with her body, she would have to have sex with him. The man reached down under Emily's skirt with his hands and yanked down her panties, leaving her crotch visible to the world. Having sex with Emily was wrong. The pain was more than I could handle now. Why was it so wrong? He grabbed his cock rubbing it slowly on the lips of Emily's cunny, getting himself ready to deflower my little, baby girl. Deflower... That was it, that is why this is wrong!
"Stop! You can't, she's still a virgin..." I spoke, my voice quavering and losing conviction as I said it. The man's brow furrowed looking annoyed. For a second, I could tell that he was clearly straining, but just as fast as I saw it, it was gone, replaced once again by a smile.
"Oh, of course, of course. That is an issue,” He put his hand on his chin as if pondering for a second, “I am not a monster. Even though I clearly deserve this, I agree that as her owner, you should have the pleasure of popping her cherry. Look, I'm a reasonable man, as much as I don't want to pass up her cunt, I will settle with just using her ass then."
A sigh of relief left my mouth as the pain seemed to dull down a bit. How could I have not been prepared for this? Leaving my daughter's cherry intact and then asking the man to hold off was definitely wrong. I was so embarrassed. Good thing this man was so understanding, any other man would demand he get everything he fully deserved, and he would be right to.
I gratefully agreed to his offer and felt the of the pain drifting away until it was just a numb sensation in my head. I relaxed as I watched as the man pulled a small bottle from his pockets. He poured the contents onto his cock and started to work it with one hand as he used his other to spread open Emily's ass, revealing her puckered hole.
Then, without warning, the man eased his cock into her back entrance and thrust, deep and hard. His cock strained against the tight entrance, slowly sinking into my daughter. Inch by Inch, the man pushed until he was completely buried inside. The man let out a grunt, a look of ecstasy on his face.
“Oh wow, she is very tight.” Slowly he started to move his cock back out until only the tip was in. Then in one smooth motion shoving his shaft back in. He quickly found his rhythm and started to pump away. He moved hard and fast, his balls making a loud slap every time he bottomed out and they hit against her ass. Emily still had not made a peep throughout this whole thing. As I looked into her face, only the same dull, empty eyes stared back, looking past me as if I wasn't even there. A tear started to roll down my eyes. This was still wrong, I couldn't figure out for the life of me why, but I knew this was still somehow wrong.
"This isn't right... This isn't right!" I broke down, with the pain no longer there, the emptiness in my head filled with anger. The man sighed and looked at me without stopping his pumping.
He kept thrusting his cock deep in her as he spoke, "I'm so sorry,” His words interrupted by his grunts and moans as he continues to fuck my daughter's ass, “How... ah... yea so tight... could I be so rude?"
I stared at the man, my anger still growing. Of course he was being rude!
"Watching people fuck must make you so hard." He was right watching sex turned me on. As I watched him plunge his dick into Emily's ass, my cock began to grow harder and harder. "I'm putting you..oh god.. in the same position I was in." My cock was now straining to get out of my pants, almost hurting to get out. "I've been so rude to not even offer you her mouth while I pound her from behind."
Damn right! Here he was complaining about what Emily did to him, and they both go around and do the same to me. The least he could do was let me use her mouth to relieve myself. I reached down, letting my cock free of my pants. The man moved over with Emily slightly, positioning her so that her face was level with my cock.
I began to slowly push my cock in her mouth when the man spoke again, "Well don't hold back for my sake. I don't mind, ride this slut's mouth, hard." I guess he was trying to be courteous now to make up for his rudeness before. That's twice this man has been nice to us. Not only was he good enough to fuck Emily's ass, now he's willing to let me shove my cock as hard as I want down her throat. Well I wasn't going to let his generosity go to waste. I rammed in hard, slamming my dick down her throat. In her relaxed, empty state, my cock went down easily without her gagging. I let my cock sit there for a second before I started thrusting in and out, savoring the feeling of my daughter's mouth around my cock.
The ride back home was quiet. The rain had stopped and the pain in my head was gone. Emily was laying naked on the passenger seat, sound asleep, dried cum covering her face and legs. I was so proud of her, the way she handled her responsibilities and worked hard to own up to her mistakes. I would have to make sure to get her a collar later, but first things first, as soon as we get home, I am going to have to fuck her virgin cunt so we don't ever have to go through the embarrassment of asking men to only use her ass again. I would have to thank that man, but for some reason, I couldn't remember his face. That didn't matter now, all that mattered now was spending some quality time with my daughter.
