Experience and Expectation (canon)

Ben looked at Maricela like he was talking with his old HR manager. “I can’t promise that. That in the end…That you can say goodbye. This place, Yuki, could wipe them out in an instant, with the snap of her fingers. Not even the courtesy of simply wiping you from their lives and letting them live. They may already be gone…” He trails off, unsure how to continue, how to tell her that even the mercy of saying goodbye might be denied to her.

Maricela shakes her head. “No, she wouldn’t do that. She’d want to keep them around, one more pawn on the board to antagonize and **** me. It’s only humiliating when I call you Daddy because I never called Diego that. That in my mind, he is my husband, and you are my Daddy, and that you are over him. The contrast is what makes it so horrible. Like a brand new sports car sitting in a driveway next to a beat up 20 year old pickup truck. Begging for a ride, to feel the power beneath my thighs.”

A slight blush rises to her cheeks. Ben decides to let that argument die. It would not help her to continue this argument. To state what her words brought to his mind. That they may already be gone, that Yuki would taunt her for holding out the hope that they still existed. That she even still had hopes after she had squished so many, that Yuki had gotten rid of them as soon as Maricela was kidnapped, a useless prop. The taunting would come later, but the horrors might’ve already happened.

“To the extent that I am able to, I swear I will help you to see them again.” He tries to mean it, to put as much strength, as much certainty as he can into those words. He feels it is a lie, but the truth would just hurt too much. Ben hands her back the photo, which she takes and puts into the purse on her shoulder, carefully placing it into a small pocket, a treasure from a past life, possibly the last of its kind.

Ben takes the time to admire the woman, her clothing stunning, showcasing her beauty. The white sundress looks almost virginal at a glance, but looking at it closer only reveals how deep the cleavage is cut, how it rises to her midthigh. Her breasts peeking out of her dress are firm but large. With her hair up in a light ponytail, it makes her look younger, although her body is more than evidence enough of her maturity. She enters the room, and as she passes his eyes are drawn to her ass, large and tight. Normally needing a full yoga lifestyle to maintain, but now given to her through the magic of the hotel…

“Daddy.” She turns to him, her breasts swaying, braless. “I know that I told you I wanted you to take me. But… well I can’t really control it if I see that you’re horny. That was why I was begging for you after the challenge, because of the compulsion from my last change. But I can smell the food, so… can we please wait?”

Ben looks at her, conflicted, but soon gathers himself, nodding. Trying to will his erection down, thankfully hidden by the loose pants he wears. There would be time enough for that later. God, I used to never expect anything after the first date. Now, I’m struggling to even make it to the actual date, thinking of banging them before even eating…

“Lead the way.” His joking tone making it less than a command, Ben says as he looks at his partner for the night, still not quite used to the idea of her being his. She walks toward the kitchen.

Another romantic dinner is arrayed before them. A fine chicken marsala with matching wine. The lights are low and having been through it once before, it is starting to feel like a ritual. Like this is some magic being done to make them feel normal, just any other date and not some prelude to feed the hungry tv masses. The appetizer before the main course of inevitable, passionate sex. Although maybe it is the other way. This scene is here for tonal consistency, so that they don’t just have dessert after dessert. This is a romantic show presumably, dates are expected. And keeping them similar so the audience can easily compare and contrast each of the girls, so that maybe when the season ends they can make a supercut with each of the girls in this beautiful light, just bright enough to leave no feature in the dark, but dark enough to paint their faces in candle light, dancing and shimmering…

“Are you alright, Daddy? You’ve been very spacey tonight.” Maricela has sat down, and looks at Daddy who still stands above her. There is genuine worry in her face. Ben can’t help but grimace. “Sorry. I know that it’s not your fault, but, well… I just can’t help but keep thinking. So many things have happened today, and I just, I haven’t had a chance to think…” Ben moves to sit down, taking in the beautiful woman across from him.

“Why don’t you tell me? You know it’s my job after all, to talk with people about their issues.” Ben smiles. Maricela had always been a more active HR manager, not content to sit in her office throwing out OSHA prescribed training and memos about safe workplace dialogue. No, she was always very open about hearing about problems that arose in the company, harsh supervisors, workers who didn’t pull their weight. Ben had visited her twice in his short stint in the company, and she had felt more like a mother than a superior in the company. She could be strict when the time came for it. Her interview had been purely professional, but when you got to know her, she was kind, always asking how you were doing and meaning it. That kindness, that motherly affect, had been something that he liked about her. Something that doomed her to be here.

Ben begins. “Well, to start I had sex with Callie and Ashley earlier. Then, I met with Wendy a little while ago and that... could've gone better. And this food magically appears here just like the last date.” Maricela looks at the food, worried. “Do you think it’s magical, that it might make you unable to control yourself?” Ben hadn’t considered that, but quickly dismissed it. “No, I don't think so. Although even if it was, I'm pretty sure any food would then be suspect.” And that arousal with Callie had felt all too natural for it to be some magic aphrodisiac… “I’m more saying that it's been a long day.”

Ben had felt like he was finally starting to understand his role in all of this, that he had accepted certain facts about this place, but one cannot change who you are in a day. I don’t know who I am anymore. I’m not as innocent as when I came. I’m not as devious as this place wants to make me. Yet…

“I can’t have you keep spacing out, especially when it seems to be thinking about other women. So let me do what a wife would do.” Her compulsion compels her forward, her thoughts matching. She has to make me comfortable, like a good housewife.

She gets behind Daddy, wrapping her arms around him, her face over his shoulder. “Shhh… it’s ok. We’re here together. Don’t think about the others. Just relax. Let me bring you back into the moment.” Her breasts press against Ben’s back, as he feels his fears dissipate, his arousal rise. Soon her hug ends, and it is replaced with hands on his shoulders.

“I used to give Diego back massages after work. He was a long-haul trucker, and whenever he came back, his back would be so stiff. He’d be gone for days at a time, but he was always so loving when he came back.” Her hands work for Daddy, knowing that he needs her care and womanly attention. Willing the tension away, taking the weight of the world and doing her small part to shoulder it. Working into the muscles of his shoulders all of the love she can muster.

“I can feel you getting looser, Papi. How are you feeling?” Her hands work with feminine firmness and care, as Ben can’t help but feel the tension leave him. “It’s good. You’re very skilled with your hands. I think maybe you should have been a masseuse.” Maricela can’t help but laugh at this. “Well, I have experience. No, I only give my backrubs to one person. My Daddy.” She meant to say husband, but that word didn’t come out. Daddy did instead.

“I think you’re better now, Daddy.” The slightest hint of a waver in her voice, Maricela walks back to her chair, looking at Daddy, a bit of a tear beginning to form in her eye. Ben knows he has to answer, to move the conversation forward before she breaks down into tears. Like Callie… “You did a good job. I feel much better. I’ll try not to space out so much anymore.” She meets his words with a slight smile, but it is clear that she is still troubled. “Please, let’s eat.” She grabs her fork and moves the food toward her mouth. Ben takes the cue, also beginning to eat.

It is silent as the two eat. But after a bit, Maricela breaks the silence. “I wish I could’ve cooked for you. I know I can do that relatively well, but I don’t know how the rest of tonight will go. I was a bit… conservative when it came to the bedroom.” Was. Like she knows that it is only a matter of time before she is just as good as any of the others.

Ben relaxes even further at that admission. “Don’t worry, I think I might just like some normal sex I had enough of the rough stuff earlier.” Maricela looks at him, before smiling an inward smile. “Sorry, I'll drop it.” She is not angry, more amused as she answers. “No, no, I brought it up again... I would appreciate it if you didn’t hold back, if you could show me that same openness. I don’t want you to just do what you think I’m comfortable with. I want to survive in this competition. So give me what you think I can take.”

Said like that, it almost sounds like Ben is some sex personal trainer. Like he was helping her work out to be some sexual dynamo. Still, was that really untrue? She had led a conservative, staid, frankly boring life before coming here. And now here she was, begging him at once to not go crazy and yet all of the little innuendoes, the little hints at flirting, all seemed to be begging to live it up. If I was her personal trainer, then I could show her quite a lot…

“That, and we want to make it up to you. We’re sorry, Yua, Emma, and I. We know we were wrong to deny you Callie on her night, Daddy. So, please, do with us what you will. That is coming directly from the other two.”

Ben can’t help but remember last night, Emma over his knee. No, I won’t do that again. Although… Callie had looked like she’d enjoyed it when he’d done it with her… But no, he couldn’t. She was innocent. And he was **** into that situation with Emma, and Callie, well she understood what she was asking for… Ben tightens up.

“It’s fine. I won’t punish you, but I won’t abandon you either. We’re square. I’d give you back the points you lost as well, but I don’t think I have that power.” Well, I do, but, well…

Maricela looks thankful for that, not ready to take the pain, but wanting to bridge the gap. So as Daddy begins to eat, she has an idea. “Let me show you how much I want you to forgive us.” As Daddy watches, Maricela goes under the table, crawling on her hands and knees until she is between his thighs. The height of the furniture is just right, that the two of them are comfortable in this position. By design, of course, wouldn’t do to have an eager girl bang her head on the table.

Her hands went to the loose waistband, and Daddy acquiesced, shifting his hips to let the pants down. His semi-hard cock appeared before the housewife. Her hand reaches up, rubbing along the hardening cock. “You’re the biggest I’ve ever seen, Papi.” She says this in wonder, as she guides it forward to her waiting mouth.

Compared to Callie, it is clear that Maricela is worse at blowjobs in every way. She doesn’t even attempt to deepthroat, and as Ben winces, her teeth nick him a few times. Still, it is clear that she is trying, and only seems to grow more and more **** to show her Daddy pleasure as his cock grows harder in her mouth. And in a way that only makes it all the more pleasing as she works hard, pushing herself to rub her tongue more along his underside, to thrust her head that little bit faster. Like he is corrupting her.

That was her vision right? The one revealed by the puzzle. Of Ben, now Daddy, standing over her, demanding her submission, of corrupting this good churchgoing mom into his devoted ****. Ben can’t help but moan as he thinks about just how hot that image is.

He pulls her head from his fully hard cock. “I think we can find a better way for us both to have fun.” Ben stands up, before placing his hands under Maricela’s arms, lifting her. For her part, Maricela giggles as he manhandles her up, before he dives in, kissing her deeply, passionately. All while his hands find the straps of her dress and ease them off of her shoulders.

As the dress falls, Ben steps back to look at her, finding her completely naked underneath. By way of explanation, she begins, “I was worried that if I wore anything, that we’d both stop and chicken out…” The explanation is cut short as Ben dives back into the kiss, pushing her back until her ass bumps into the kitchen island.

A hand reaching down discovers something else. “It’s the change, Daddy. When I saw you were hard, I just got so wet… I knew that you needed me, and that was just so hot.” She was compelled to serve him. When she saw he was horny, her body prepared herself…

Ben thrusts that thought away, as his hands move the fully mature, beautiful woman in front of him. He takes her in his arms, her large breasts pressing against his chest, her beautiful ass in his hands. But he quickly moves to satisfy that hunger they both share, that hunger that might one day consume him. He turns her around, before pressing her beautiful breasts into the cold marble of the counter top. He lines himself with her, then thrusts into her pussy. Maricela doesn’t complain, if anything her wild cry only seems to beg for more.

“Fuck, you’re so big, Papi. It feels like you’re splitting me in two.” She was tight. Maybe they didn’t have sex often in their marriage, but Ben knew that wouldn’t be a problem for him. She was beautiful, and this wouldn’t be the only time tonight and tomorrow morning.

Still, Ben doesn’t spank her. He doesn’t speak any demanding words of her. He is not commanding. And yet, he feels more fully in command, if only because this is sex like he is used to. Hot, passionate, but ultimately not trying to be somebody he is not. As his hips meet Maricela’s plush ass, it feels natural.

“I’m yours. Give me your love Daddy.” The words come, and they shatter the illusion, the illusion that this is anything other than what the monsters want. Still, his body moves, his mind lost in the moment of carnality.

His hands reach around, playing with Maricela’s breasts as his hips pound hers into the counter. So large, so beautiful on this formerly unassuming woman. Her body sculpted beautifully, perfection. As his hands play with her breasts, Maricela moans. “I’m a bit sensitive there.” Ben notes this, he’d reward her later, have a bit of foreplay playing with her breasts in the morning. He’d enjoy himself for now, try to lose this feeling that had come back, this lack of control. As Ben hips plowed the soft fertile body beneath him, that feeling would go away. Drowned in sensation.

“Daddy, please, fuck, Papi, I’m close.” Ben smiled, as he felt his own orgasm coming. He could’ve lasted if he wanted to, but he knew that there would be countless opportunities. Plenty of chances to taste this delectable body for the rest of their lives. “I’m going to cum too.”

As their orgasm washes over them, their faces, perfectly in line, are captured with a skill beyond human. The invisible mics perfectly recorded their combined screams of ecstasy as Daddy fills his lovely little wife to be.