groan and his hips thrust forward slightly. The engorged tip
of his cock brushed my lips leaving a single bead of clear liquid there. My
eager tongue darted out of my mouth to taste it. Just a hint of salty flavor. I
wanted more. I licked my lips in anticipation. Still not quite believing this
was actually happening. That this was real.
And then I heard a slow clapping behind us. We were not
alone.
Daddy stepped backwards his hands clawing for his briefs to
cover himself, his cock already softening. His “friends” had arrived early.
Mike and Sal. Ex-Army buddies. They were major douchebags, but he tolerated
them as friends because he claimed he “owed them” and there was a shared bond
that allowed him to tolerate their obnoxious behavior. My blood turned to ice
when I realized Sal had his phone out, holding it sideways. He had been filming
us.
“Bravo Private. Bravo.”
“Fuck. Oh fuck.” His briefs in place, but his shorts still
around his ankles he stepped in front of me, as if to shield me from them.
“You sanctimonious prick.” That was Sal. I didn’t like Sal.
“She’s my daughter you said. She’s only eighteen you said. Keep your hands and
your eyes off her you said.”
“Technically.” Mike added. “He didn’t say anything about our
cocks.”
My heart was beating fast. With that video we were at their
mercy.
“Good point. Time to share and share alike Private.”
“No way. No fucking way. Get the fuck out of here.” There
was a rage in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before.
“Yes fucking way. Yes fucking way or you and your fucking
daughter go viral.”
He stood his ground. “Do it. Fucking do it you pieces of
shit.”
NO! It would ruin him. It would ruin us. My mother
would never understand. She would destroy him. This shitty uptight town would
eat him alive. He’d be broke. He'd be homeless. He’d be gone. I’d never see him
again. I had no idea what would happen to me. I didn’t care. All I cared about
was the fact that this. Us. Would never happen.
“I’ll do it.” My voice was barely a whisper as three pairs
of male eyes turned to gaze at me. “I’ll do it under one condition.”
He leaned close and spoke in hushed tones. “No. Never. This
can’t happen.”
“You don’t understand.” I had tears in my eyes as I spoke.
“I have to. Without you I’ll die. If you have to go away I’ll die. I need to do
this. Let me do it for you.” I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.
I felt guilty laying this emotional blackmail on him, but I had to. He had to
understand what I would willingly do to keep him. He hung his head. Defeated.
“Alright then.” Sal rubbed his hands expectantly. “Looks
like we’ve got ourselves a party. What’s your condition sweetheart?”
I surprised myself when I blurted out my answer. It was my
darkest secret. A desire I kept hidden away deep down inside. I know I wanted
it and I knew he’d want it. It was the one thing that would complete him. The
one thing my mother refused to give him. I took a deep breath.
“I’ll do it, but only Daddy gets to come while he’s inside
me.”
His jaw dropped. Stunned by my revelation and what it
implied. I looked at him with pleading eyes, desperate for any kind of response
or recognition. Somewhere, deep underneath the shock and confusion I thought I
saw a hint of a smile. A glimmer of joy. It would have to do. I just hoped it
wasn’t wishful thinking.