IF NOT YOU

~Lilian~

He withdrew from his position - bent against my face, straightening out his shirt, before going to get the door, his strides slow, and calculative.

I watched him, frozen, my neck still held in the position it was before the knock came. 

I thought it was Sonia at the door. 

I think Mr. Nikolai thought so too, so I was scared to make a sound that might implicate me.

As he drew closer to the door, my heart pounded faster, my head working for the worst outcome possible.

I waited.

I listened.

I watched him open the door, and slid outside without a single word.

My fear intensified.

Earlier, I had heard something shatter from the direction of the kitchen, and had thought the house was being burgled.

What if...

I discarded that thought.

It was almost morning, and if my thoughts were valid, someone else would have noticed something was going on by now.

I sat upright as quietly as I could, and waited.

But all that returned to my ears were murmurings.

I gave up, focusing instead on the only picture on the table by the corner of the room.

It was a picture of Mr. Nikolai carrying a kid I could guess to be a younger Sonia on his back.

I stared at the picture for sometime wondering if they had really adopted their daughter.

Then, the door opened, and immediately came shut again.

Nobody entered the room

I hurried towards the door, pressing my ear against it for any sound. Nothing.

I made to leave, but what if Sonia was just in front of the door?

I waited, glancing back at the little framed picture on the table.

Sonia must have felt lonely growing up without a mother, but she has never showed it.

She would feel betrayed, disappointed, agitated if she finds out all I've been doing with her fathers.

I waited inside quietly for a while, but it didn't seem like Mr. Nikolai was coming back.

So, I left.

Hurrying down the stairs, my eyes turned to the other way as I passed hot daddy's room, but that doing nothing to stop the desire that was already blazing red in my heart - to please my c**t.

I was never satisfied tonight.

My fingers did not get the work done.

Hot daddy had casted me away from his room like I was plagued.

Mr. Nikolai whom I might have just used as a scape goat since he was willing anyways, to please my burning p***y, had disappeared without a word.

I was already walking past the sitting room when my eyes crossed it, lying on the table, threatening me to do what was on my mind.

Slowly, my feet came to a stop.

I had never used an object.

I had watched Sonia do it a couple times, but I had never tried it myself.

  

My p***y clenched, causing me to suck in a deep breath of want.

I jerked remembering how hot daddy had slid his c**k across my b*tt line, the cold sensation of pre c*m against my skin.

The television remote controller was still on the table.

Hot daddy had held it earlier.

It would feel like his hands, I had thought to myself.

My legs felt weak.

I felt heat quickly rising in every single nerve that made me whole, causing me to lose every sense of shame and moral.

Before I knew it, I had grabbed the remote controller and sprinted up the stairs like a little needy wh**e.

When I got inside, I threw myself flat on the bed, the remote control still secured between my fingers.

I closed my eyes, and tried to imagine it to be hot daddy's c**k.

It was big, even though not round, but bigger than three of my f*****g fingers joint.

And of course, definitely not as big as hot daddy's c**k, but I didn't have a choice.

This was the closest I could get to getting him inside me.

My mind was racing.

I wasn't sure, maybe I would have used a dildo, but I've never owned one.

In addition, this just felt like the most perfect thing...to use.

Hot daddy had held it in his big palms earlier, his energy still lingered on it.

Pushing back every other thought, I gave in to the desires of my own ruin.

Slowly, aching my legs open, I went down on the face of my c**t with two of my left fingers, rubbing in circles, repeatedly.

I kept rubbing, my body jerking uncontrollably from how hungry my p***y had become.

I bit down on my lower lip to prevent myself from making a noise, only panting heavily under my breath.

My p***y was wet now.

Wet like I want it, red from want, throbbing.

I stopped curling, sliding my fingers down the swollen lips of my p***y just enough to get them dipped in the sticky c*m.

I raised my fingers to my face, and stared at the gel-like substance smeared on them. It looked great.

Thick.

Ready.

Grabbing the sheets tight with my left hand, I proceeded to push the object inside of me, but it wouldn't go in.

Or maybe, I wasn't confident enough to make it go through.

I brought back the object to my face, my eyes reddening as I stared at it wishing it was hot daddy's c**k.

The image filled my head, my mind and left my soul yearning.

I went down again with the object, and again, it just tugged at the entrance of the hole without going in.

So, I proceeded to rock my hips against it.

Holding it down firmly, I kneaded my glinting wet p***y against it. 

I felt the buttons of the object dipping from the pressure, but that only made it more interesting as I continued to rock, in every direction.

My orgasm was heightening, I felt a rush of hot cum coming, I let out a small cry, gripping the sheets harder.

I didn't trust myself enough, so I grabbed a pillow instead.

I tried pulling it over my face to muffle my soft moans that were just about to break into a loud cry of pleasure, but I hit climax at that moment.

Curving my knee for support, I pushed myself up from the bed to turn around, burying my face in the sheets, my hands still grabbing the pillow but tighter now, my b*tt pushed up in the air, my waist still rocking against the object hopelessly.

I let out a loud yell, muffled into a deep murmur by the thick sheets as I felt my inside pop open, the object sliding its way through.