Socially Unacceptable (26 page)

Jezebel wasn’t proud of it, but she made her
daddy fuck her several more times until she finally had all the
orgasms she desperately needed. She tried not beating herself up
for losing all control, though. Brandon had his reward of panting
through several more explosive climaxes until they made a puddle of
mixed juices on the sheets. Sex was everything erotica promised.
The intercourse was hot, the kink incredible, and the finish wet.
Even though she was finally content with no more unbearable
yearning, she still had a hard time falling asleep beside
him—feeling guilty as hell for having zero regrets.

ALL DAY LONG JEZEBEL searched for her story
she wrote. Before Brandon found it she was determined to destroy it
by fire. Unfortunately, she couldn’t find it in her room. Racking
her brain, she searched the kitchen, too, hoping she didn’t fall
asleep with it still sitting out in the open on the table. By noon,
she was a sobbing wreck, knowing in her heart her dad found it. She
did the only thing she thought would make a difference, and started
groveling by making him his favorite dinner, a chocolate cake for
dessert, picking up her room, and having the television on ESPN.
All the while she thought of excuses, and in the end decided she’d
tell him that it was another boy at school named Brandon she had a
crush on. After all, she didn’t think the story specifically
described him. The detailed gave facts about his cock that she
didn’t know anything about at the time. And calling him daddy could
be a term of endearment.

Despite having her defense all planned out,
Jezebel still shook in panic when his drop-top came rolling into
the driveway. As if she had nothing to worry about, she met him at
the front door with a smile. He stared at her with a stiff
expression she couldn’t interpret, but something was wrong if he
didn’t look delighted to see her. Then she saw the spiral of the
notepad sticking out of his briefcase, and she began to
tremble.

“Hi, daddy,” she said, but her voice
quivered. She couldn’t keep her cool and act innocent, but after
what she’d done, she deserved a harsher punishment than she could
bear. “I missed you. Did you have a good day?”

He glowered. “Don’t,” he warned, and set his
things on a long bench in the hallway.

She began to sweat in panic. When he took the
pad of paper from his case there was no point denying anything.
“Can I just explain before you say anything?” she begged.

“Yes, but not now. Let me get in the door,
and change before we get into this.” He walked by her, and for
fifteen minutes she paced. Finally, he came downstairs wearing the
same thing and same look of displeasure.

She stood by the kitchen island, watching him
avoid her after he dropped the story next to her. He took his time
inspecting the meal in the slow cooker, clearly smelling the peace
offering because he went straight toward it. “You can explain now,”
he said, not meeting her eye, but stirring the pot.

“It’s not you. I like some guy at
school.”

He turned toward her, and narrowed his eyes
for a twinkling moment before shaking his head. “I don’t care about
the story, Jezzy. I enjoyed reading it.” She took a breath,
surprised and relieved to hear it. But then she gaped at him
confused. For the first time she saw a hint of a smile, like all
along he tried to appear pissed. When his flicker of amusement
vanished, he continued, “What I didn’t like is waking up around
three in the morning, boxers soaked in cum, and thinking I had some
steamy wet dreams about you, before finally piecing it all together
once I found your story—
about me
.”

Jezebel stared at him, mortified. She hadn’t
even thought about that, even when she woke up wetter than when she
fell asleep. She felt like crying, but she deserved being caught
after what she did to him. If he didn’t sound like he was having a
bit of fun with her, Jezebel would have been so embarrassed she’d
break down and weep.

“Can I explain that?”

“I don’t want another lie. I want you to go
upstairs and put on what you had last night. No panties if you had
those on. You took advantage of me, and now I’m going to do the
same to you. We’re acting out this book from the first page to last
word. Don’t act like you don’t want to, Jezzy. You’re clearly
feigning for sex so bad you’ll do anything. And since I’ve wanted
to fuck you for some time now, it’s my turn to have my way with
you.”

A wicked smirk spread across his lips.
Jezebel didn’t move, because she expected him to say,
I’m lying,
but how does it make you feel now the tables are turned?
She
knew for a fact he didn’t spend months desiring her. Brandon never
said anything playful or stared at her too long. He was the perfect
father figure.

“Seriously?” she asked when he didn’t
immediately turn his scenario into a life lesson.

“I’m dead serious, Jezzy. I want to fuck you.
If you don’t go up there and change, I’ll pick something out
myself, I’ll dress you, I’ll bend you over the couch, and at some
point tonight I will put my cock in you.”

“So I know how it feels to be taken advantage
of?”

“No, so
I know
exactly what it’s like
to sleep with you.” A smug smirk from playful threats vanished,
before he shot his gaze to her tits and hips, and said seriously,
“Go, Jezzy. Don’t make me carry you up there, because I will. I
swear I’ll strip you bare so I can finally look at you.”

She turned on her heel while their gaze
stilled locked onto one another. His threats had genuine desire
behind them, and she no longer doubted he’d take her. While
upstairs and changing into her nightshirt, though, she wondered why
he playfully said he had feelings. Maybe he did want her, but she
thought it was more likely the steamy story stirred up newly kindle
desires for her; not once did he ever take a pass at her before
now—not ever.

She supposed it didn’t matter. He wanted to
sleep with her that night, and she’d enjoy him inside her again.
Really, the outcome was better than all the circumstances she came
up with that day while worrying about her erotica.

When she came downstairs, Brandon had an open
beer in his hand and five condoms lying out on the coffee table in
a neat line. He didn’t look at her when she approached. Instead, he
watched sports while she stood in front of him so long she
eventually understood she needed to kneel on the couch cushion and
bend over the armrest like in the story.

To her shock, he instantly flipped up the
shirt, exposing her ass and pussy to him. “Perfect, Jezzy, no
panties. You’re a good girl.” He surprised her again by immediately
sinking his teeth into her hip as he rubbed her opposite cheek. His
hot tongue dabbled along her skin where the curve of her ass met
her slender leg. He bit closer and closer to her sex, and she
couldn’t believe he touched her as he was so quickly and intimately
without needing to work up a comfortable understanding between
them. They were daddy and daughter touching in the open living room
like they’d done it since the day she was legal, but it was very
new to Jezebel. Foreplay, screwing, and a relationship with her
daddy was all new to her, and the excitement of it all made her
squirm with jitters.

Brazenly, he neared her opening like he owned
it and could do with her what he wished. The story had the theme of
using her for his pleasure, and now she’d live it. “Do you like
this?” he asked, and before she answered, he dipped his tongue
between her folds and tasted the juice of her wet pussy. She
gasped, and then let out a nervous whimper because he moved too
fast for her inexperienced ways.

Brandon then smacked his lips, and rubbed her
ass in circles. “You taste sugary, Jezzy. You’re still on my
tongue, and when I can’t savor you anymore, I might just have to
lick you again.” She flushed hot from blushing. She deserved this;
no, she deserved much worse. A little nervousness and feeling
invaded she could handle. Considering he let her be aware of what
he did, and he repaid her trickery with pleasure, he showed great
mercy. “You have a perfectly round ass, too, baby. I can’t wait to
see these cheeks jiggle while I fuck you.”

When she looked over her shoulder, he winked
at her. Clearly he enjoyed seeing her shyly sprawl her legs for
him. After making him cum in her multiple times, she should embody
an empowered woman ready to let him do anything. But this time his
eyes were wide open. He watched her jolt and listened to her gasp.
She lost all her bravery. There was no way she’d be able to crawl
over his lap and ride him now. Thankfully she didn’t have to.

He squeezed a handful, and then dipped
between her legs before caressing her inner thigh. Anywhere he
touched that made her fidget or moan, he lingered with long
teasing. When she jumped as he grazed the side of her knee, he
stretched out her leg to lick and kiss the back of it. After she
whimpered from a soft scratch along her hip and ribs, he nibbled
her skin and sucked until he left a pink bite mark. Clearly he had
fun finding her weak spots, feeling her body, and making her
shiver, because he spent an hour exploring her.

And all the while he sipped his beer and
watched television. Jezebel thought that most women wouldn’t like
to be used as he made her feel, but the more he touched and teased
her, the more she enjoyed the times he set his bottle down and
sports aside to devour her.

“Such a shame I wasn’t there to deflower you.
I would have really like to see you work for a climax. Maybe
tomorrow I’ll have you sit on my lap all night while I watch porn.”
He took another swig. “Baby, will you get me another beer? I’m
out.” He tickled her pussy lips lightly as he waited for an
answer.

“Mm, huh,” she replied. It was the least she
could do. She quickly got up from her spot, and as she took the
empty container from his hand, she mumbled an apology. “You know I
didn’t mean to hurt you right? I honestly just couldn’t help
it.”

“Are you saying this because I’m hurting you
in some way?” he asked, holding on to the beer as she gripped it so
she wouldn’t leave yet.

“No, I know I deserve worse than this. I just
feel really bad. I don’t even want to use the word to describe what
I’ve done—”

“Don’t!” he sharply interrupted. “You don’t
have
anything
to be ashamed of. This so called punishment is
just as much about you enjoying me fulfilling your fantasy than is
about me actually getting to be with you—finally. I found your
story last night, read it, and knew while you slept in my bed what
you did. I liked it so much I knew I wanted to reward you for
making this finally happen by memorizing your book today. I want to
make you happy, Jezzy.” She grinned at him, ecstatic that his
desires weren’t formed from one hot story, but mostly she was
relieved he liked being taken advantage of. She quickly forgave
herself without compunction. “Now, don’t come back unless you’re
naked. I want to see more of you.”

“‘Kay.” She chimed happily.

She jerked the empty bottle from his hand,
and then stripped off her shirt after disappearing in the kitchen.
When she returned, she stood in front of him, holding out his
drink. Then she pulled it out of reach when he leaned closer to
take it. She forced his gaze onto her, and when he finally tore his
eyes from the television, he smiled at her. Her playfulness amused
him; he did as she hoped by admiring her body. At first he only
enjoyed seeing her curves, but then he ran his hand along her
smooth stomach, both feeling and seeing her beauty. “You’re
perfection, Jezzy.” He slid his fingers down her arm, and pulled on
the beer to lure her toward him. “Come here and kiss me.”

She leaned down, letting him cup her perky
tit and brush his thumb over her nipple as she slipped her tongue
into his cool mouth, flavored like the rich ale he drank. As their
tongues tumbled, he worked her nipple in similar circles. By
bending her erect nub, he made slow swirls around him. Having a man
touch her, instead of her give herself pleasure, felt far more
thrilling. Even his kiss melted her, until the thought of riding
him while lip locked made her feel drunk. The lust was so powerful
she swayed and moaned to his caressing.

Breathlessly, she stared at him and wondered
what possessed him to sit back, and look up at her feminine body
again. Her skin pricked cold without his touch. She wanted his
hands on her again.

“Get on your knees, baby, where you belong,”
he said softly and playfully.

She smiled. His command stirred desires in
her, and she wanted to obey. She hoped his intentions were naughty
and he’d demand more of her mouth. She got on her knees before him,
and licked her lips.

“That’s sweet, Jezzy, that you’re so eager to
suck my cock, but I want you here.” He pointed to the seat beside
him.

“Oh, right. On my knees…” She scrunched her
nose and sulked, but he took her by the face and softly kissed her.
They sealed their lips together with open eyes, and after a brief,
gentle peck he leaned back to gaze at her. Then he kissed her
again, this time with tongue. He breathed a hot breath into her
mouth when she licked up his tip before capturing him with a light
suck. Brandon lifted Jezebel off the floor to feverishly devour
her. His stiff cock pressed against her apex with impressively
powerful pressure. He ground into her with small pumps while she
cupped his cheeks, rolled her tongue around his, and crushed her
breasts into his chest.

When Jezebel was desperate for sex, he pulled
away, breathlessly panting. He continued to pump his confined
erection along her sex. “I’m going to bang you all night, baby,
first with my finger and then with my cock.”

She grinned. “You better.” He smiled back at
her, and gave a nod to the seat next to him. She knew what he
wanted, and bent over the couch with her ass up high. She wanted
him to finger her without any more delay. Her wet pussy clearly
needed relief, too, and Jezebel could tell by how soaked her
slit.