Drenched from my lips to my toes

Amara, how’s everything coming along in there?” Dad asked from behind my bedroom door.

I bit my lip, trying to hold back my moans, and dug my nails into his shoulders. He pounded his fingers deeper inside of me. I arched my back and threw my head back.

 “It’s coming along.” Mr. Williams chuckled. My fingers dug deeper into his skin as I desperately tried to keep my moans quiet. “Isn’t it, Amara?"

My legs trembled as the pleasure pulsed out of me. “Yes,” I said.

I listened—quite distantly—to my Dad’s footsteps padding away.

And when he did, I sank into the bed and took a deep breath. This was definitely not how I was expecting this night to go.

When we finished, we walked back down to the dining room as if nothing had happened.

 Dad smiled at me as we entered. “Did you finish?”

My face flushed red at the double meaning of whey my dad said, and I nodded my head. “Yeah, Mr. Williams is going to have to help me more often. He is really great at it.”

Kelvin kept looking at me like he was trying to deduce something, he knew me too well, and I did not want to go down that rabbit hole so I looked. Him dead in the eye, smiled and looked away.

I sat back down, and Mr. Williams took his seat as well.

Dad turned to Mr. Williams. “Would you mind if I saw those pictures Amara sent you of her photography?

I know you love buying new artwork and commissioning photography, but I didn’t know my daughter was such an artist, and I want to see more.”

Mr. Williams smirked across the table at me.

Couldn't this day just end fucking well already?

“Dad, you don’t want to see them,” I said, digging my fingers into my palms.

Mr. Williams took out his phone. “Come on, Amara. Have some confidence in yourself. They are amazing.”

Amazing? Amazing?! This man was about to get me fucking killed! That would be fucking amazing at this point!! At least I won't be alive to see my dad's disappointed face for the rest of my life.

I typed a quick message to him.

Me: what are you doing? Please please please. I've already done everything you wanted.

He replied immediately, even as he scrolled on his phone.

Mr. Williams: He asked for them.

Me: Please. I'll do anything.

Mr. Williams: Anything? Alright then. I'll hold you to it.

Fuck!!!

"I can't seem to find them right now, I probably saved them in one of my archived folders" Mr. Williams said, doing a damn good job of looking disappointed and confused.

"Where they that bad? I guess she'll have to sign up to your photography internship class you're holding then" Kelvin said, stiffling a laugh.

If only he knew what he was doing!! The dilemma he was putting me in.

How could I comfortably go for internship classes that he was holding?

And since when did he handle photography internships?

I looked to my dad, hoping he would laugh the matter off as a joke and move on, but he nodded instead.

"That'll be a good idea, love. You have potential. It'll be a waste not to harness it." Fuck me sideways and backwards!! What the fuck! The one time I need this man to keep me home, he refuses??

But whenever I asked to go to the club with Angela, he always said no. Always disapproved.

And now he was serving me up on a platter to Mr. Williams. I don't care if he did not really know what was going on.

I almost laughed out loud at my dad's lack of discernment.

We continued to eat our food in relative silence.

With that said and done, we finished off dinner and The Williams left.

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Mr. Williams: You said anything. It's time to pay up. My house, 2pm today.

I stared at the message like it was an invitation to hell. Did I love getting fucked by Mr. Williams? Absolutely, but would I want that to happen at his house with his son just a few doors away?

It felt weird and wrong, but I made my way to their house. I followed the instructions on how to find his  private suit that he had sent to me and walked straight into his room to find him lounging on a large chair.

He hooked his finger and made the gesture for me to come to him. His room was dimly lit, with his black windows drawn, making the room darker.

I walked up to him, slowly, my panties already wet from arousal. Whether I liked it or not, the entire situation aroused me. I stopped in front of him, waiting for his next instructions.

He trailed his fingers from my lips, down to my neck and then my boobs.

He slapped my left great, making me jump. Bit he continued to trail his hands down.

When he finally touched the top of my skirt, I moaned softly. Reaching inside my skirt, he played with the hem of my panties and then drove his fingers across the top of them and made his way down farther.

I dug my fingers into the couch and gasped when he reached the bottom of my soaked thong.

He pressed his fingers down against them harder, slowly rubbing circles.

“ You're mine now. Do you understand me? I have so many pictures of your slutty little cunt in my phone that I could ruin your life, Amara, or I could make you very successful in whatever business you want to start. All I have to do is show your pussy to the right people.”

My core clenched at the thought. Deep down, I knew that he would never do that, but … gosh, it made me excited, just thinking about him showing my pictures to all of my father’s coworkers, making them get so hard from it that they had to jerk themselves off to me.

“Yes, I understand,” I whispered, closing my eyes and enjoying him.

 He slipped his fingers into my panties and touched my cunt. I gasped louder this time, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to keep quiet with Mr. Williams touching me like this.

Kelvin was bound to hear sooner or later and would come out and see his father fucking the girl who he had been flirting with for ages now.

Legs trembling, I leaned over on the couch and arched my back for Mr. Williams, grinding my wet pussy against his bulge in his suit pants.

All I wanted was for him to plunge himself into me and pound me until I couldn’t walk tomorrow. I was sure he wouldn’t mind watching me stagger in front of my father.

He probably got off on the fact that he was nailing his business partner’s daughter.

Just as I was about to reach an earth-shattering orgasm, he pulled his hand away from me. My pussy pulsed; the heat gathered in my core.

“No,” I said, shaking my head and reaching for his hand to put it back. I glanced over my shoulder at him. “Why’d you stop? Please, please … I need it so badly.”

Grabbing his cock through his suit pants, he stroked it. “Is that all you want me to do? Just to touch you?”

I swallowed hard and shook my head, my eyes wide.

“Look at me,” he said.

 I glanced back at him through my lashes again, my core tightening, just thinking about what I wanted him to do to me. “No. That’s not all.”

“Tell me what your tight, young pussy wants from me.”

“Oh God, Mr. Williams,” I moaned, bucking my hips back and forth to grind against his huge cock. “Please, fuck me. Please, I need you to put your dick inside of me. I need your cum dripping out. I want you to use me.”

Mr. Williams grunted and pulled his cock out of his pants, then let a wad of spit drip from his lips to his dick, rubbing his thumb over the head to make it glisten.

After tugging up my skirt, he pulled my panties to my knees and stepped between my legs, rubbing the head of his cock against my pussy.

God, it was so wrong to do it here.

So fucking wrong.

Placing a hand on my lower back, he made me arch harder. I stuck my ass up in the air for him and pushed toward him, letting him slip inside of me with ease. A wave of pleasure rushed through my body, my legs tingling in delight.

When he pushed all the way inside, I threw my head back, unable to hold back my moan. He grunted against my shoulder and pounded inside of me, his hands coming around the front to grope my breasts through my tiny tank top I had worn for him today.

My nipples hardened underneath it and poked against his palms, the feeling driving me wild.

 “Harder, Mr. Williams,” I breathed out.

Mr. Williams pounded into me harder and tugged on my nipples, twisting them between his fingers. My pussy clenched around him, the pressure building high in my core already.

He continued to slam into me, the point where our skins connected, slapping loudly in the silent room. Hopefully the walls where thick and his son would not hear us.

My orgasm hit me like a truck! I bit my tongue to keep myself from crying out loud and attracting Kelvin.

Tremors raked through me like electric shocks, making me vibrate and buckle under him.

As the last of my trembling subsided, I opened my eyes to look back at Mr. Williams, my body froze.

Because right by the door was Kelvin, his dick in his hand, already dripping wet with cum.