Is This Real?

Fuck. Is this really happening?

"You see I needed a cock," she says from so far away that it sounds like she's drifting even farther, "Nothing else but a cock would do and I tried to find a toy but you're so pent up and backwards that you didn't have one. Such a shame, really, and we'll be sure to get you one for tomorrow but for tonight I had to have something else."

There is a weight on the bed. Down at the foot of it. It settles in and slides down and hands reach for me, lifting and tilting my hips and slipping down to my thighs, making sure they're well and truly parted as I am angled into a position of reception.

"Why settle, though? Why rely on a poor substitute?"

The hands on my body, there is something about them that I recognize. The touch so firm and so dominating, so surefooted and certain. Every movement carefully measured with just the right amount of **** and pressure, as I am bent into position and positioned into readiness. The fingers thick and strong, the skin rough and calloused.

The touch. It doesn't belong to her.

"When Daddy is ready now. When Daddy is willing. When baby girl needs him with all of her and aches for him. When he's waiting in the doorframe and he's staring past a naked co-ed who is frankly gorgeous at the some he truly wants.

"So fresh. So clean. So pristine. Don't you agree, Daddy?"

Something hard and hot and almost wet presses against the inside of my thigh. I think I feel it pulse, eager and alive.

Rachel's voice comes from off to one side and there is a presence above me, one that doesn not belong to her. It can't belong to her.

Lucas. He changed his mind.

"You see he just couldn't help himself, Emily. Lucas saw you ready and waiting and he needed to do this. You need it too, don't you? You need your Daddy to fuck you and give you that orgasm you've been waiting for. You need him inside of you, to pump into you until you explode and milk every last drop of cum out of him and deep into your belly. Don't deny it, baby girl. You need it."

I nod again. I nod and I stare straight up at Lucas, trying my best to let him know through my blindfold and my gag that I want him in me.

From the shift in the weight on the bed I think he gets the message.

His cock leaves my inner thigh and presses against the lips of my sex, pushing in just enough that it's pressing at the entrance to me. I gasp, nostrils flaring as my whole body tenses and then the rough touch of his hand brushes against the bottom of my belly as, beside us, Rachel coos at me.

"Relax, baby girl," she whispers, "He's big and you need to relax to take him. He's so fucking big and it looks so fucking huge next to you. His thick cock is so long and god, one thrust and he could split you open.

"So you need to relax, baby. You need to relax and let him take the lead. Trust him and trust me because we both have your interests at heart. We both know what you need. We both know how to make you feel good."

I will myself into it, but it isn't working. I'm still holding out, still terrified of what is about to happen.

Still not sure what is real and what isn't.

Because he's pulsing against me. He's throbbing right at the entrance to my sex. He's so close and I can feel his touch on me, his hand on my hip and his cock against my sex and it's him, I know it is.

It's Lucas, about to fuck me.

About to destroy my whole damn world.

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