He chooses another option

Lou just looked at her as he wondered how she became so brazen and contemplated taking her up on using her right here, but he had a better idea. “How about we take it inside instead, princess?”

Vyki looked at him with a quizzical expression. She figured he meant back in his car and while she was willing to try almost anything with him, she wasn’t looking forward to squeezing in their tall frames into that interior.

Lou could tell she hadn’t captured what he meant and figured she hadn’t seen the area. He nodded her head up the driveway to have her identify where they were.

Vyki turned her head and the world seemed to collapse around her. Instantly recognizing the front door she had used so many times as Paul over the years. She quickly darted her head around looking at all neighboring houses looking for any sign of motion. She couldn’t see any movement or hear any activity. Glancing around frantically, Vyki was sure she was going to see Hank stumbling out to get his trash bins, or Cyrano riding down the street for his morning exercise, or Old Man Telly out walking his yippy bitch, or was that noisy Nelle curtains moving? She couldn’t see any movement, but as her heart raced and threatened to erupt out her chest, she was sure they were all staring at her lewd embrace of Daddy.

Lou could see her anxiety growing higher and higher as her head whipped around frantically as he struggled to avoid her flying braids. “baby girl, calm down,” Lou consoled, “I checked and no one is up.” As she finally turned to look at him, he placed his free hand on her cheek as he said, “it's just you and me, princess.” Locking eyes with her, he pushed his fingers deeper her into her ass causing her to gasp audibly. With her mind overloading, Lou leaned in and kissed her open mouth deeply.

Vyki’s mind practically melted while Daddy invaded both ends of her. With her cognitive brain overwhelmed by her probably exposure to her neighbors, her animalistic brain succumbed to the pleasure and moaned ardently as her hips pushed against his hand craving more pleasure. Her mind quickly retreated between the lust and the inner darkness, and let her passion lead her. Feeling Daddy’s lips break contact with her, she whined and tried to reach out to him with her tongue, but Daddy’s hand on her cheek kept her in her place as she stared deeply into his eyes wanting to try to escape this. “Earlier when I asked you if you were serious, what did you tell me, princess?”

Vyki struggled against her mind trying to replay what Daddy had said slowly pushing out the world around her and focusing on her task at hand. Finally remembering the conversation as her words played back in her head, she swallowed hard. Feeling his thumb stroke her cheek made her feel calm, aroused, safe, and anxious all at once, but allowed her the strength to repeat her words to Daddy, “anywhere, anytime, Daddy.” A shiver ran down her spine as her eyes shook staring into Daddy’s eyes.

“Alright, princess,” Lou responded with a sly grin, “and that’s from your training phrases, right?” while he continued to slowly finger her ass as they stood in her driveway.

Vyki inhaled sharply as she stared into Daddy’s eyes, she emphatically nodded her with a moan. She knew that even with all this exposure, even with all it would risk, if Daddy asked her to bend over the car, she might actually do it; she wasn’t sure if she was more scared by the fact that she considered the possibility, or afraid she’d deny him the pleasure.

“I’d like to hear some of them again,” Lou commented. “Tell me a few while we walk to the front door.”

Vyki quickly visualized her training and ran through all the audio she could think of as fast as she could to make sure she could at least do that for Daddy and avoid further embarrassment. As he turned his body to the side to face the front door, she could feel him move his fingers that were buried deep inside her, twisting her hips, forcing her to face Paul’s... er her... home. Daddy guided her like a perverted, life-sized puppet; Vyki wasn’t sure if it was being under that much control or the first phrase that popped in her head, but she practically dripped with lust as she said, “A good girl will dress however pleases Daddy.”

Taking a step forward, Vyki’s heel echoed through the calm neighborhood as Daddy Lou ushered her forward; “that one is good, but keep them coming, baby girl,” he instructed.

Vyki could feel his fingers slide in and out of her as she shifted her hips while she walked. She practically moaned out, “I should enjoy pleasure from my own body.” With her next step her eyes closed as she felt his fingertip rub up against her gland while she continued, “I should enjoy giving pleasure to Daddy.”

“Nice; keep going,” Lou instructed enjoying the breathy sound of Vyki’s voice quivering in time with his fingers exploring her.

“A good girl is kind and obedient. A good girl wants to please,” Vyki said as she looked up at Daddy through her eyelashes.

“Looking sexy shows Daddy how ready and accepting I am,” Vyki continued as he effortless guided her up the walk.

“Cum is something every good girl should want,” Vyki panted, “I want to be a good cum slut.” Vyki surprised herself and looked at Daddy with a panic, but his strong smile as he turned to her seemed to elevate her arousal even more.

“Cum is filled with pleasure and hormones and power,” Vyki said absentmindedly licking her lips as she stared into his eyes while they walked, his fingers still pushing into her ass as she walked a few steps in front of him.

“Is it now,” Lou said with a bit of pleasant surprise, “what else was there?”

“Consuming cum is the ultimate sign of pleasing your partner,” Vyki says panting heavily. Seeing the pleasant look in Daddy’s eyes she kept going, “Cum is so precious it should never be lost or wasted. A good cum slut consumes all Daddy's cum.”

Looking back at Daddy with hunger in her eyes, Vyki pleaded with her eyes to tell her what to do, but she didn’t even realize how far they had come and didn’t expect him to say, “open the door, princess, and maybe you will.”

Vyki shot her head around and saw the door directly in front of her, gasping in surprise. Realizing relief is at her fingertips, she reached down to use the touch pad lock only to hear the gear activate engaging the dead bolt. “Fuck!” Vyki curses herself as she could have just opened the door.

Her hand shaking, Vyki tried typing in her code only to double tap two numbers failing the sequence. Taking a deep breath and moaning as Daddy’s fingers continued playing with her, she tried again only to have the lock indicate how wrong she was. Vyki was sure it had to be right, and frantically typed the number again only to have the lock flash frantically and shut down its light. Vyki could feel the pressure building from Daddy’s ministrations knowing anyone could see them at any moment and she tried in futility to activate the disabled lock. “Dammit!!” Vyki said as she slapped the protective measure.

“Something wrong, princess?” Lou asked in a concerned voice as he held his fingers still.

“I screwed up the code, Daddy. It’s locked out.” Vyki said with a pout. Feeling his still fingers, she wanted more and slowly started rocking her hips back and forth. She needed release and she couldn’t want the several minutes before the lock re-enabled itself. Looking back over her shoulder, she pleaded with Daddy, “fuck me, Daddy, please?”

Lou looked at her with honest surprise, “what? Now?!?”

“Please, Daddy, I need you,” Vyki encouraged trying to rub his finger along her inner gland, “use me like a slut, Daddy.”

Lou stared wide eyed and opened mouth, his free hand moving towards his belt.

However, the bolt receded, and the door opened up as a blond head peeked out, “dammit you two! Get inside before someone sees you!”

Author's Note: I hope you've enjoyed this little teaser I submitted to the contest. If you like the tone or premise, these are just the latest chapters in my first story here, a sexy, slow-burn following Vyki's evolution: Halloween Hijynx! It along with the prelude are available here on CHYOA.

Feel free to check out! Comment, critique, or message; I love to hear any and all feedback you care to share.