And Feeds Me A Fantasy

"Such a good man," she says, "Such a fucking coward. He could have had both of us. He could have had a night to remember."

I nod, eager to agree.

"Oh Daddy," she moans, "Your girls want you. They need you."

I feel her smile against my skin and I lean into it, biting my gag and fighting against the urge to moan even louder and strain against the bonds that she's kept me in. I want to fight, want to push her to touch me properly and give me even more. I want her to have me, now and without any more wait. I want to take what I need.

But I don't. I let her take me instead.

"Just think about it baby," she coos in my ear, "Maybe he followed us up here. Maybe he was waiting outside the door. Maybe he couldn't help himself, hearing the two of us prancing about and knowing we were naked and playing.

"So maybe Daddy started to feel it, the draw and the urge. The pounding in his heart and the twitching in his hands. And with his ear pressed to the door he heard you moan and he just couldn't help himself. He had to have some satisfaction.

"Because his girl had been teasing him. So cruel and so mean and so young and so nubile. So fresh and ready to have him. He'd gotten so close before and he'd made such a mistake turning her down, tried to be the good man but he wanted to be bad now.

"He wanted to be dirty. He wanted to be wrong."

Your mind plays tricks on you, when your senses are dulled. Without sight to guide me I kept on fighting against what basically amounted to hallucinations, half-waking dreams playing out in the senses that mattered. In touch and in sound.

And god I could have sworn we weren't alone.

Another set of footsteps, walking over to the bed. A shift in the weight on the side that she's on but a presence on the opposite side of me. Maybe a brush of breath against my skin coming from the other side, the low rumble of a masculine chuckle. My mind playing tricks with me as I tried to figure out what was happening. As I try to determine what here is real.

"So he draws down the zipper of his jeans and he tugs them open and his big, thick, daddy cock just falls out heavy and hard and hot He wraps his fingers around it and strokes it and somehow, imposibly, it gets even harder from his touch.

"And Daddy still has his ear pressed against the door and his mind is racing from our giggles on the other side. He imagines everything that we're doing together as he bites down hard so he doesn't moan loud enough that we can hear.

"The same can't be said for his baby girl, though. She keeps on moaning so loud that his mind goes wild with imagining the sight of her. Stretched out on the bed as her new friend dives between her legs and tastes her, as she bounces and writhes on the bed and... and... what was that?

"Did baby girl beg for him? Does she need her big strong Daddy?"

I nod. I nod sudden and eager. I nod like my life depends on it because I want him to know that I need him and I'm so sure that she's working to this with a purpose.

Rachel laughs long and slow at my response and her hands pull away from me for an instant.

"Daddy knows. Daddy knows how badly his baby girl needs him and he wants to give her the satisfaction she deserves. He wants her to scream and to squirm and he's inches away from breaking down the door when it opens for him.

"Who is standing on the other side but me, the new friend and sexual guide for this blossoming woman he can't help but want. And what does he see when he looks through the door but his baby girl, bound and blindfolded and ready for him.

"Who could say no to a sight like that?"

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