Thick As Daphne Novels & Stories

I lean back a little which gives her better access to my cock. Daphne is still watching herself in the mirror as she begins stroking me. I cannot stop some of the precum that has escaped my body, she just feels too good. She lifts her hips and starts using the head of my dick to tease herself. Finally, she starts to slide down my cock slowly, taking me in an inch at a time. She is so wet, and so tight. I cannot take the slow torture anymore, and I thrust my hips up, burying myself deep inside of her, feeling my balls slap against her. I grab her hips and stop her from pulling up and gyrate slowing in a circle feeling her juices coat my cock.

The top is loose-fitting, but the skirt is ruched and hugs her hips and butt like a glove. “Me too! I’ve never been to a club before. I’m excited to dance. Where is this club?” Daphne asks as she steps out of the bathroom after finishing her makeup. She’s in a pair of dark jeans and a black crop top with a deep neckline. She has a slender body, like a model. We are all around the same height, about 5’5, but they both are wearing high heels. I’m sitting on Viviana’s bed wearing jeans and a loose-fitting long-sleeve top.

Then they brought her in. Daphne Reid. Twenty three years old, worked as a baker in a local bread factory, has an aged mother who needs surgery and a toxic marriage she was clearly trying to escape. I had already done my research. My men had gathered all the details they could find. The pieces fell into place too perfectly. She stood there, uncertain and confused, with her eyes darting around my office as if she were still trying to process why she was here. She looked exactly like Daisy. It was eerie.

___________________________________________________ Dad Mave was waiting for me when I arrived and I hugged him. “ My princess. What took you so long?” he asked me. He is Six foot five inches taller and I am only five-two. But we share the same red hairs and freckles on our noses. He is bulky like a mountain and his body is painted with gigantic tattoos. My favorite among them is me. Yes, you heard correct he has tattooed ten years old Daphne on his back. “ Ahh.” I groaned and continued. “ I got detention for being late.”

We said goodbye and I headed to the address Nick had texted me. As I walked into the shop a friendly gentleman greeted me. “Miss Clarke, Mr. Thorn said to expect you.” “He did,” I sounded surprised. “I have the bottles ready for you.” We walked over to the counter, and he showed me the bottles. First was Chateau Montelena chardonnay and the second was a bottle of Macallan 18-year-old double cask whiskey. I nodded, not having a clue. I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them.

Daphne commented to Junko, Luther's bride. I caught Aaliyah rolling her eyes. "You could've had that too, you know? If you hadn't rejected Apollo." I looked at Daphne. She had light brown hair and fair skin. Her lips were pouty, her nose perfectly sculpted. But it was her eyes that truly captivated me—so expressive, the most beautiful feature on her face. "Apollo was pursuing you?" I couldn't resist asking, and all three women turned to me. "You know Apollo?" Junko asked, her voice soft and sweet. "How?"

Daphne, strode beside me, her long auburn hair bouncing with each confident step, her heels clicked the tiles loudly, I was dressed in a well tailored dark gray suit, My crisp white shirt and polished leather shoes added a touch of professionalism, Daphne’s Outfit matched my own in style, a body hugging Dark grey suit gown, talk about twin telepathy. Over the years she had learnt to walk at my pace and now we just walked in sync, the moment we stepped into the main building, everyone stopped their movement and turned to greet us with a bow, Daphne had a more commanding presence than I do and is a little more strict than I am. Sometimes when we argue it was her berating me for being too nice

She needs a job to earn more money and that's her priority. She and Mae-ann left their meal to head to the office. Daphne afterward noticed a man as she was working. She appeared to recognize a famous person in her front. His physique is well-developed, and he is tall. Moreover, he bears a resemblance to actor Ruru Madrid. He looks pretty good in his lovely dress. Daphne approached to help him as he was choosing his first-class sneakers. He was wealthy, which made her feel ashamed. She greeted him with a smile and said, "Hello, Sir, have you made your choice of shoes yet?"

tighter. Daphne let out a high, ragged scream, her fingers gripping my neck with ferocious strength. Her inner muscles began to pulse violently around my dick, contracting in tight, wet waves that gripped me like a vice... her whole body shaking... her thighs clamping around my hips... her nails raking down my back... drawing blood...

Out of my own volition, my thoughts drifted to the night Leah and I shared as Daphne stroked me through my pants. This was the peak of pathetisad. Sinking to her knees, Daphne smiled, her conscupicent gaze fixed on me as she undid my pants. “I was and will always be a huge fan of your dick,” She said, eyes hazed with addictive hunger, “You are so mighty.” “Go on with it, Daphne,” I responded, and she beamed, as though she had just won the lottery. She was about to tuck my cock out of my boxers when it dawned on me that I didn't want any of this.