READY TO BURN IT ALL UP

~Lilian~

While I was still sprawled on the bed, out of breath, I watched him put his clothes back on and leave, without even a last glance.

My p***y was sore, and painful but it was satisfying all the same.

I felt like a totally new person, like I had gotten some form of power. I felt more confident, and finally, like I could actually get what I wanted for Christmas.

My body still ached from the exercise, I would have preferred sleeping in for some hours, but I was in the middle of nowhere, miles away from home.

Sonia had probably dropped me a thousand calls that I had missed, and a thousand more messages. She must be worried.

It was Christmas Eve too. I needed to be home.

With that in mind, I managed to put my clothes back on.

I didn't even have the time to shower, so I reeked of sweat, saliva and c*m.

Making sure to have my bath before anything else as soon as I get home, I booked a taxi and waited outside in the cold until it arrived.

All clean now with fresh clothes, I sat at the dining table waiting for Sonia and her fathers to join in for dinner.

As I stared at the two of the six dining chairs in front of me - these were where Mr. Nikolai and hot daddy always sat for meals while Sonia sat right next to me, my heart didn't race at all.

It was hopeful and curious.

Just then, Sonia hopped loudly down the stairs in a thick pair of pants and a small shirt, her hair packed in a messy bun and held awkwardly in place with a clip, her face still red from her experience this evening.

"Where the hell have you been, Lily. I called you severally, and left you a ton of messages. I was scared," her voice rang out through the entire space.

"I'm sorry. I had to meet up with a friend. She was in town but not for long. I just had to go."

"You should have told me," Sonia replied, her expression serious and disappointed.

"I should have, but you were busy," I snapped in defence, glad at how much of a good excuse that was.

Her face softened into a shy smile.

"Well, about that --," she started.

"Let's talk about this later," I cut her off as soon as I saw Mr. Nikolai descending the stairs, hot daddy following closely by.

"What's with the sudden silence?" Mr. Nikolai asked playfully, shooting me a curious glance.

"Nothing Dad, girls talk," Sonia snapped in response, rubbing my knee slightly under the table.

It was a simple gesture, but why did I get a sudden heat wave exploding in my head.

I tried my best to focus.

Hot daddy took the seat opposite me. I smiled at my plate of food.

We proceeded to eat silently before Sonia called the cooks to confirm the menu for tomorrow with them.

Right about after that, I noticed hot daddy stealing glances at me.

Chuckling inwardly, I decided to take that a step further, so I shifted my chair forward, stretching out my legs to meet his own chair from under the table.

He was sitting a bit farther than my legs could reach, so I ended up just grazing his knees with my toes.

Immediately, I heard a loud screech against the hard floor, and my feet finally hitting the space of the chair between his legs, his c**k hard against my toes.

I could barely focus on eating now, but I was able to control how much I wanted to massage my toes against those balls.

I noticed hot daddy's left hand slip away from beside his plate to under the table with an urgency, and I wondered if any other person noticed too.

Grabbing my left feet, he made to press it harder against his c**k, but just in that moment, I withdrew my legs back under my chair, a mischievous smile growing against my lips.

A gasp left his throat before he could stop it, causing Sonia and Mr. Nikolai to look towards him at once. I didn't look. 

"Have some water," I heard Sonia say, and I stifled a satisfied laughter. Christmas was going to be good.

After dinner, I followed Sonia upstairs, chatting more about the evening in low whispers.

Sonia was already asleep when I wrote another note for under the remote at 9PM.

Hurrying down to the sitting room, I hid it in place before hurrying right back up to check what the small box the pole dancer had left me on the table before he left contained.

In the bathroom, I opened the small blue box carefully, not knowing what to expect.

It was long, hard, I couldn't guess what it was.

I finally unwrapped it to discover a blue dildo, virgin and hungry.

I had never used a dildo in my life, but I felt a heavy dampness under me, and the thoughts of how hot daddy's c**k felt against the tip of my toes under the dinner table came flooding over my reasoning.

I pulled my pants down to a heap around my feet, bending slightly and separating my legs wide enough.

With shaky hands, not from anxiety but from an uncontrollable desire to appease my burning p***y, I thrusted deep down with the object, hot sensations engulfing my entire body.

Pulling out slowly, I went down again assuming it was hot daddy going down on me with his thick c**k.

By the time I pulled out the second time, my legs were shaking terribly, I had to grab the bathroom wall for support.

Going again and out, I had c*m dripping down my thighs, my eyes blurry from the tears of pain and pleasure.

I covered my mouth with my hand to muffle my moaning sounds. Sonia still believes I'm a virgin, and I would like to keep it that way especially now that I had something going on with her fathers.

I thrusted in and out, again and again, faster, my head heavy with the picture of hot daddy n***d to his toes.

I couldn't stop.

I was crying thick beads of tears now. 

There was a pool of my own c*m between my legs on the bathroom floor, and my knuckles were red, between my fingers slippery, it was difficult to hold my grasp of the object.

But I couldn't stop.

Not until my knees finally buckled together, and I slipped against the cold bathroom floor.