"Do you know the true nature of that bar?" I asked, shaking. I was so nervous. He simply glanced my way but didn't say anything at first. Anxiously, I awaited his response to my pseudo confrontation. Was he going to tell me if he'd been here before or not?"Those kinds of places are too dangerous for you. You're too slutty to resist the temptation."I laughed quietly at his accusation, taking it only as a compliment. The joke was on him. His simple showing up was enough to sweep me away from my focus on Carlos. Not that Carlos had ever been a real challenger to begin with."You think those places are tempting? Nothing comes even close to the addiction I have for you," I said, losing my breath. My chest felt tight as my pussy began to flow, soaking my panties. Just being near him, having him tell me what to do, was enough to get me sopping. I was feeling coquettish now and was brazen enough to challenge him into confessing.Mr. Williams rubbed my lips with his thumb, pushing agains
"I had to pick up Mila and take her back home. She's had a little too much to drink and a curfew. Plus, her friends have deserted her.""Why do you have to do something to help her?" Lily asked, scowling. I watched her craning her neck to peer inside like I was a disgusting creature she just couldn’t not see."Our two families are vacationing together, and I need to take care of her.""Oh, isn't that cute of you? You're causing trouble for us by getting sloppy drunk.” She pointed at me in a mocking way with a snide laugh."Let's reschedule for another time," he said, smiling in a charming way at her. She nodded in agreement."That's fine. Mila, the miracle, leave the adult tasks like drinking to the adults. Children shouldn't meddle in things they can't handle."I wanted to flip her off, but I was certain Mr. Williams would have been put off by that kind of crass behavior. As we pulled away, I finally retook my full seat and clicked on my seat belt, pouting. Staring out the wind
Just as we were pulling into the driveway, I opened my messaging app and began to write back to Carlos. The screen lit up my face, so it was easy to see and who I was typing to was just as obvious. If Mr. Williams saw it, so be it.Part of me wanted him to be jealous, again.Me: Hi Carlos, thanks for checking. I'm safe. Sorry I had to run like that.Carlos: It's okay. I'm just glad you're alright.Me: Let's meet at that bar another time soon. I haven't had many men in my life, and I'd like to see more of the city. Sound good?Carlos: Heck yeah!With that, I flung the door open, and angrily dashed up the driveway. It was a dark part of the driveway where some palm trees had begun to block the outside lights. Because of that, my view was obscured when my parents came around the corner, seemingly out of nowhere.When I saw them, I gasped in fear, holding my chest. I nearly lost my breath."Mila! So glad to have found you," my mother said with a cheery smile. My father didn't resp
With concerted effort, he used both hands to pry my knees apart again. My legs went flailing out and before I could lock my legs again, he pushed his fingers between my pussy lips once more. When I squeezed his hand to force him off me, he narrowed his eyes at me and leaned in."Don't resist me, or I'll tell your dad right now about how his innocent perfect daughter was led astray by a friend and oops, she just happened to walk into an S&M club. Do you think he'll believe it was a mistake?"I didn't speak as I whimpered against his forceful pets."I'll make sure that because of Ada's indiscretion, she'll never intern in this city. She won't ever have the opportunity to be a part of any community or company I'm involved with."Originally, I was dismissive of his threats but when I heard that Ada was involved, that made my stomach cramp with anxiety. I didn't want my friend to get in trouble and I certainly could never let my dad find out about where I was. He'd kill me!"What do y
Soon, two sets of feet were on this floor, approaching the bedroom. My already increased heart rate spiked imagining being caught but I was on the verge of orgasm. I was filled with dichotomous emotions and sensations. Fear, combined with ecstasy, shame and pleasure all intermingled and I felt dizzy.Suddenly, the door opened, and Mr. Williams skillfully removed his fingers from my vagina and brought the comforter over me, like a gentle gesture of a caring parental figure. He seemed awfully good at pretending to be a caring, family type. We had no boundaries, but I wondered was it obvious to anyone other than us?He stood up as Dad entered the room. It was remarkable how good of an actor Mr. Williams could be when it came to me."Is everything okay?" my dad asked. Mr. Williams nodded, feigning concern, turning his lips down but giving my dad an assuring shoulder squeeze."She's fine; she's just tired. We've all been there, for the most part. Everett is to blame," Mr. Williams said
Mr. Williams came over and lifted my blanket just as I squirted for the first time, ever. My nipples were like diamonds as the microcurrent stimulated me and my juice flooded the bed. Gasping, biting my lower lip, my body was racked with pulsing pleasure rippling in waves.My orgasm lasted for over a minute as I went spread-eagle, unable to comprehend anything but the glorious sensation. Once the powerful waves of orgasm had subsided, I then went lax. With half-open lids, I relished in it; this was the best feeling in the world. Until I saw his face.Mr. Williams frowned and narrowed his eyes at me."Tsk, tsk, tsk. You soiled the blanket, you bad girl. I don't appreciate your gushing gash ruining my things, so you have to be punished."The music downstairs floated up to my ears, making me fully aware that we were muffled by the audio volume. Mr. Williams turned up the intensity of my e-stim, flipped me over on my hands and knees and plunged his cock into me. Intertwining his finge
"Get upstairs, quick," I whispered, shooing her away. She smiled and mouthed thank you as she headed to the steps. Then, to my dismay, the sounds I heard turned out to be real footsteps after all. My heart was racing as I imagined Dad's stern scowl, while he lit into Ada.Thinking for sure we were doomed, I pursed my lips and braced myself for a scolding. When the figure was visible, however, I wasn't afraid but equally surprised. It was Mr. Williams.All three of us gawked at each other in astonishment. After the initial jump scare had worn off, I introduced Ada."Ada, this is Mr. Williams," I said, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice."Nice to meet you Mr. Williams," Ada said, awkwardly. Mr. Williams' smile carried a hint of coldness, as he flicked his eyes to me then back to her. I could see that he had something in mind that he was about to address."Was it you, Ada, who tricked Mila into going to the special bar yesterday?"Ada ducked her head as she dropped her eyes to
I reached my index and middle finger just in his waistline. Gradually, I spread my hand down lower. My pussy contracted as I watched his cock grow stiff against his pants, beginning to drip and make a wet spot for me. Bending to him, I kissed his teardrop-shaped pre-come spot, resting my lips just over him. Exhaling, I warmed him with my moist breath. His cock rose higher for me, meeting my lips perfectly as I kissed it through his pants.Thrusting his hand down his pants, he began to jerk off, still clothed as I sucked on his salty goodness through the pilling fabric. Knowing he saw me as a strong determined girl even as a child made my core fill with fire and as I remained bent down, I could feel my pussy spread and draw my panties out. They mopped my juice as the strings of it covered the cotton."Please, Daddy. Shoot your come all over my face," I whispered. He jerked off more rapidly, with an intense look of seriousness in his eyes. Propping my bottom lip onto his cock head, he
I didn't want to lose him but this was stupid."You say this is a negotiation, but it seems more like a contract. I'm familiar with those now. It was you who taught me to read the fine print."Saying that pissed him off just like I knew it would. I turned from him and ran upstairs. I felt utterly alone and closed off from the world. Mr. Williams was hot as fuck, but I didn't feel comfortable with this. We had fun being spontaneous and if I was completely honest with myself, the unknowing was sometimes part of the enticement.Texting Ada, I wanted to hear some words of encouragement.Me: What are you up to? Have any pictures you can send me?I wanted anything to distract me from the discomfort that he'd just dumped on me. What a dick to make this into an ultimatum. He wanted me to call him Daddy, but that was all I was going to do. If he wanted me to call him master, that was different.Whenever Ada is with Everett, she doesn't respond to me so I wasn't surprised when I checked a
The next day, Ada came to the hospital. I could tell she had been crying for a long time. Her face was puffy and streaked and her eyelids were swollen.My heart felt heavy with guilt."I'm sorry, Ada. It was my carelessness that caused everyone to blame you.""Huh? Nobody blamed me. Mr. Williams was there to help me feel better. I was just worried sick about you.”"But Everett seemed so resentful toward you about it. That didn't bother you?"Ada shrugged and stared at the floor. Then she picked her head up and looked directly into my eyes."I have to tell you something," she said. She bit the corner of her mouth, fidgeting."Ada, what's wrong?" I asked.Everett came around the corner just as Ada was about to speak. When he entered the room, she curled back into herself and buttoned her mouth. What was it that she wanted me to know that Everett couldn't hear?"Mila, I'm here to bring you home!" he said excitedly. His words of comfort and energy were exactly what I wanted to he
I barely flinched as they injected me. An orderly helped me onto the bed, flipping his stethoscope over his head, sliding in the earpieces and listening to my chest."Her lungs aren't wheezing as badly but we aren't out of the woods yet. Let's get the treatment going."The doctor gave me more epinephrine shots and administered my nebulizer. The steamy tube of albuterol began to open my lungs. The sensation of relief was indescribable. I was going to live!Though the drugs had my body running high on adrenaline, I slowly began to feel my immune system calm down. My breathing leveled out, though my throat was in pain.Everett was pacing in the ward, holding one hand on his forehead. When he saw that I was more present, he walked over to me."Mila, you're alright.""Thank you, Everett," I said with a scratchy voice. "You remembered my inhaler and EpiPen."He nodded and smiled, exhaling in relief. Ada then rushed into the room, looking back and forth at me and the machines monitori
Once we were in a more private area, she leaned closer so we could talk quietly."Did Everett say something to you again? I'll kill that bastard," she said, punching her fist into her palm."No, no. This has nothing to do with him. It's something worse than that," I whispered. My lips were trembling as a spell of vertigo hit me. Ada gripped my shoulders, steadying me on my feet."Oh, God. Are you pregnant?" she asked with a straight face. Though it was a legitimate question, I couldn't help but smile."Thankfully, not that either," I said. "But it’s like we thought. I just saw pictures of other young girls on Mr. Williams' desktop. He didn't even try to hide it when I came in.""Slow down Mila. What exactly did you see?" she asked me, still holding my shoulders."They had statistics, descriptions, even their measurements. The girls were half naked for God's sake. It was probably a dating site."Ada didn't speak at first but then she laughed under her breath and smiled knowingly
"I think that's a really bad idea, Ada. We're guests here on vacation. What if I was caught snooping around? That's not only rude but crossing personal boundaries. It could get us in trouble, not to mention Mr. Williams disowning me.""Okay, okay, fine," she said, putting her hands up and slumping her shoulders in defeat. She sure likes to learn about gossip, and I couldn't help but see her point of view. In my heart I had a wicked desire to find out, too. I didn't think it would be possible to keep it at bay for much longer.Once everyone was cleaned up, we decided to go outside and eat lunch on the back patio. As we indulged in the yummy food, my parents took turns asking me why I came back alone the night before."I ended up–" I began. But before I could finish, I was interrupted."We all decided–"Ada said, then stopped."It was my fault. It–" Everett butted in.The three of us exchanged awkward glances, realizing how uncoordinated and disorganized our answers were. If only w
Mila's POV::My stomach was in knots, knowing Ada thought of me as a rat. Not only that, but I left her alone, in the middle of the night at a strange place. Then Mr. Williams scolded her; everything was a mess. But none of that mattered because she was my best friend, and I needed us to be okay.Ascending the stairs, I held my breath then softly knocked on her bedroom door."Go away!" she said in a hissing whisper. Sighing nervously, I leaned closer. This was going to be difficult to have a covert conversation through a closed door. What if my parents heard us?"I'm sorry, Ada," I whispered as loudly as I could, "I'm just worried about you. Did something happen? Was Everett there or did he leave you?"As I waited for her answers, Everett sloppily walked up the stairs, expertly inserting himself into our conversation. He leaned against her closed door, forcing me to back up. I plugged my nose as he faced me, waving my hand back and forth."You smell horrible," I complained to hi
Everett's POV::I accidentally told Ada the truth. My mother leaving gouged a crater in my heart that could never be filled no matter how many girls I fucked, drinks I slammed, or cars I raced. That hurt was always there now it was out in the open.I hardly talked to Dad about it, much less a fuck buddy. Dad knows though. He always has. It's exactly why he continues to let things slide with me.He's been tightening up on the finances, though. He froze my accounts for fuck's sake, and I don't know why. It must have something to do with Mila. All my life he’s rarely refused my requests but lately, something has changed.Perhaps I'd been too harsh on her. Dad warned me about that, and of course, I didn't listen. If only I could win her back, things would be okay. Sometimes, I think with my dick too much though and this recent affair with Ada hasn't helped my chances any.“My story worked on you, didn’t it?” I asked, chuckling like my confession was one big joke. I had to do somethin
Everett headed toward the exit, his pace hastened with each step. My heart raced, terrified of what he'd find about Mila and his father. With my shoes slamming on the boardwalk, I awkwardly sprinted after him."Just what do you plan to do about it, rich boy?" I asked, panting. There was a bounce in his agitated steps that made it difficult to keep pace with."Shut up, Ada,” he growled. “I know you sent her away, probably on purpose so you could have me all to yourself." He curled his lip at me in disgust. I scoffed."Oh, please. Don't flatter yourself, you bastard." I waved my hand at him in dismissal. His glare was stern but then his attention was drawn elsewhere to something in the distance. When I followed his gaze, my throat felt tight when I saw who was there. It was Mila with Mr. Williams!As soon as I noticed, I quickly stepped in front, blocking Everett’s view. Though he was ducking his head and craning his neck to see around me, I made sure he wouldn't get a glimpse, fla
Ada POV::Initially, I had a vague pang of regret for not picking Mila up, but after coming home and seeing her with Mr. Williams, I knew it was right not to disturb her last night. Besides, I had a secret of my own that I didn't want to reveal to her.Though I pretended I didn't know about his whereabouts to Mila, Everett had returned last night, after all. He was worried that I would confess about our one-night stand to her so we spent the evening at a bar. It was probably simply to pacify me, but I went with it.Putting aside that he's a jerk and Mila's former fling, I came to realize that we have quite similar tastes in alcohol, music and enjoy playing darts. He loosened up the more we drank, and I tested him to see how competitive he was. His aggression with Mila’s mystery boyfriend made me know he'd not be able to resist."Aw, damn," I said, tossing a dart haphazardly to the board. I sucked my lower lip, overplaying my girlish mannerisms. Everett noticed a chance to dominate