SUCCUMBING TO MY LUSTFUL DESIRES

LOUISA'S POV

"Yes daddy...ahh...fuck me hard...violate my p***y... it's all yours" I moan.

"Oh fuck!!....I love you daddy... Ahh!!..hmm" I continued being a moaning mess then he suddenly withdrew from my p***y, got me on my knees to suck him.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Loosen up, sl**t!" he said, starting to fuck my mouth until he reached his climax, filling my whole mouth with his warm cum.

"My little princess," he remarked, leaning in for a kiss. 

"I want more," I found myself blabbering. 

"More of what?" Chris inquired. 

"More of you. More of this bliss," I responded confidently, while also rubbing his hard dick.

"Please," I pleaded. Like his cock was the antidote I needed to keep living.

"Please what?" he asked. 

"Please, daddy," I replied, yearning for him.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, but something was off, his waist was soft and puffy. When I opened my eyes, I realized I was just holding my duvet. 

My nighties were completely soaked. This is yet another dream. I sighed in frustration.

I need to find a way to escape this house for the next few decades because I can't keep experiencing these dreams.

Today is Monday, and as usual, her mother, Catherine, and her stepfather, Christian, are already at the dining table enjoying their breakfast.

They exchange greetings then she joins them.

Her mother is focused on the newspaper, while Chris is focused on his meal. She glances at her phone but finds her eyes glued back at Chris.

The more she looks at her stepfather, the more Louisiana reminisces the dream and the previous day. She knows she shouldn’t have snooped, but she couldn’t resist, and she enjoyed everything her lustful eyes discovered.

“Mom, I’d like to go out with a friend today,” she says.

“I don’t recall you having friends around here,” Chris interjects.

“I don’t. He’s moving from town to this side,” she replies.

“He!?” they both exclaim, suddenly turning their attention to her. She puts her phone down.

“Sweetheart, I’ve never seen or heard you mention a guy. That’s wonderful news,” her mom says.

'Of course, you wouldn’t know. I spend all day dreaming about your man, wondering how God could bless a woman like you with such a fine, young guy,' I think to myself.

“You’re too young for boys,” Chris states bluntly.

“No, she’s not, she’s 20 years old,” my mom smiles. I plan to wipe that smile off her face soon.

“Make sure he doesn’t step foot near my house,” he warns again, just as the doorbell rings.

“I’m sure that’s him,” I say excitedly.

“Let him in,” my mom replies cheerfully.

I hurry to the door and open it.

“Hello, darling!” Troy exclaims loudly as soon as I open the door.

“Hey,” we hug, and I let him inside.

“Mom, Chris, this is my college friend, Troy. Troy, these are my parents.”

“He’s gay?” my mom asks, clearly disappointed.

“Yes, Mom,” I respond happily.

“Well, welcome, dear,” she says, already gathering her things to leave.

“What are you two planning to do?” she asks.

“We have a paid partnership to promote a company’s wigs and frontals; we’re going to film a couple of videos. Speaking of which, I need a little cash,” I say.

“Have a nice day; it was nice meeting you, Troy. I’m sure your dad will help you with the money,” she says, blowing me a kiss.

I turn to Chris.

“Come with me,” he says, and I follow him upstairs.

“Don’t spend all my money; I know what ‘a few bucks’ means to you.”

“How much are they paying you for the promotion?” he asks.

I sigh.

“Not much, just $100,” I reply.

“What’s the name of the company?” he probes.

“That’s unnecessary,” I say.

“I’m not giving you any money until you tell me.”

He sits on the bed. I grab his phone from the bed and search for my T****k username on G****e since he doesn’t have I*******m or T****k.

I sit on his lap like I used to years ago, but it doesn’t feel as comfortable now; it makes my heart race. He places his hand on my waist like he used to, and it brings about a foreign feeling.

I show him a few videos.

“You look like a celebrity in these clips, like you have a lot of money,” he comments. I roll my eyes.

"I do have money, my parents are loaded. And I look like a celebrity every day, you just don't notice," I reply. 

He chuckles and hands me a card. I take it happily but accidentally drop his phone. 

"Sorry," I say, picking it up, and as I turn around, I find myself face-to-face with him, freezing in place. I glance at his soft, tempting lips and instinctively lick my own. 

Then I glance into his eyes, and suddenly the spacious room feels overwhelmingly tight as our breaths quicken, filling the air around us. He tightens his grip on my waist. 

"Louis!?" Troy's loud voice calling my name jolts us back to reality. 

"Thanks, and don't worry, I won't max it out," I say, getting up from his lap and walking out. 

I let out a deep sigh as I close the door behind me. This was fun when I only had a crush on him four years ago, but now I've matured into someone who struggles to control her feelings and emotions. 

At least I have Troy to talk to. 

"We have money!" I wave the card at him. 

We jump for joy and start listing all the silly things we want to buy. 

"Last but not least, sex toys," Troy adds, and I open my mouth in surprise, but the words get stuck. 

"For what?" 

"Friend, I know you're saving yourself for your stepdad, but what if you never get him? Do you really want to spend your early twenties as a virgin?" I let out a sigh. 

"I don't even know how to use sex toys," I admit, and he laughs. 

"We'll just watch some videos online," I say, trying to laugh it off.

I know I'll buy them just for clout, not because I actually plan to use them. The only thing that will penetrate through my vaginal walls is Chris's dick, not toys. Even if it’s not him, it has to be a real dick.

After we finish filming our videos, we go shopping, and then I drop Troy off at the station. Suddenly, I feel the urge to visit my mom, so I take a cab to her law firm. I walk past the receptionist and head to the elevator that goes to her office. 

As I get closer, I hear some strange noises and quicken my pace. I press my ear against the door and hear moaning sounds. 

"Why do they have to bring their personal lives to work? Isn't it enough that they do it at home?" I mutter to myself, turning to leave. 

But then I hear her moaning a name that isn’t Chris's. 

"Ahh, Dave, right there!" she moans. 

The name sounds familiar, and my curiosity gets the better of me. I slowly reach for the doorknob, hoping it’s not locked. I turn it and gently open the door, and luckily, their backs are to me. It’s her best friend's son, Dave. 

I quickly close the door and rush to the elevator, but I know the employees will be suspicious of my sudden exit. So, I head to the cafeteria instead. I order a cab and sit there until it arrives. They still haven’t finished when I walk past the office. 

I can’t help but smile to myself; now I won’t feel guilty if I decide to fuck her so-called husband. She’s cheating on him anyway.