#daddy writes

it was as if kit couldn’t get your clothes off fast enough once he returned home, barely even getting out a hello before his lips were on yours. his sense of urgency seeming to leave once his palms were finally on your bare skin. while at first they rub up and down your waist, they soon still opting to back you up into the dining room table. kits lips separate from yours before his palms trail to the back of your thighs before lifting you onto said dining room table, and gently pressing your back onto the cool wooden surface. spreading your legs, and slotting himself in between them he just looks down adoringly at you as his hands begin to explore your body as if there’s an inch he hasn’t explored yet.

“you’re fucking gorgeous, darlin’.” kit mutters, before his lips meet your again,

his lips are soon trailing to your jaw, before leaving marks for him to admire later on your neck. and while he’d love to tease you longer as he usually does, he finds his sense of urgency returning once again. so his lips trail lower and lower, skipping where you need him most and instead littering your thighs in kisses and marks. soon his breath is fanning over you clit, while he looks up at you with a lustful eyes, and bites his lip.

“stop teasing, kit” you complain and pout to him.

“oh darlin’, don't worry,” he starts, laying a kiss to your clit, “you’ll be begging me to stop.”

once the words leave his lips, he’s licking a bold stripe from your hole to your clit with a moan leaving his mouth before diving in like a man starved. lapping at the juices your cunt offered him as if it was some sort of refreshment. you find your fingers tangling into his hair at the pleasure his tongue gives you, and the tug you give makes kit release a groan which vibrates through you making the pleasure of his tongue all that much better. you tugging at kits hair also does nothing but egg him on.

his lips soon wrapping around your clit, and his fingers prodding at your entrance. he gently eases his two fingers into your cunt, until finally slipping them all the way into you. at the way your thighs try to tighten around his head and his wrist, he uses his free hand to give his wrist just enough space to thrust into your cunt.

his fingers plunging into your cunt and his tongue lapping at your clit making you a panting moaning mess, making kit nothing less than euphoric as he can feel the damp spot in his boxers worsening. you cant help but huck your hips to get more, more of his mouth, more of his fingers, more of him. you thighs once again threatening to close around his head, he adjust his wrists so he can still thrust his fingers into you and feel your plush thighs around his head.

“fuck, feels so good, k-kit” you stutter out, yanking at his hair.

kit can't help but speed up had ministrations at your confession, and with his free hand no longer keeping your thighs spread, he begins to palm himself through his work jumper. his fingers curling in to you to hit the perfect spot, his tongue lapping at your clit with some sort of need, nearly pushing you over the edge.

“gonna cum for me, darlin’?” kit questions seductively, immediately returning to his prior actions.

you feel your thighs tightening even more, and your back arching off the table at the question before you’re giving him exactly what he wants with a string of curses leaving your lips. but even once you do, his fingers don't slow and neither does his tongue, and you find yourself yanking at his scalp at the overstimulation.

“s’too much b-baby” you finally manage to get out, trying to push him away from you.

at first he just shakes his head from between your thighs before muttering, “baby, you’re gonna take whatever i give you.”

The new girl was lost again. Jo understood. Orientation was... intense. Still, she couldn't keep standing naked in the garden path. The sun was up and there were places to be.

"Hey there," Jo tried to catch her eye. They were glazed over, so something had engaged the safeties. "Look at me, sweet girl."

The pretty blonde was easy to turn, but clearly stuck in a loop. She was trying to remember, but she couldn't. Jo knew how that felt. She could smell the girl's arousal and her conspicuous lack of sunscreen. There was no way she should be out here.

"Let's get you inside." She tugged the girl gently but her feet didn't move. You wouldn't know it just looking at her, but she was fighting. Hard. "You must be so confused. Don't worry. I'm here now."

Jenna watched helplessly as her best friend brought her in for a deep kiss. Jo's tongue licked at her lips and her mouth let her in. It wouldn't be long before everything faded into pretty pink bliss again. She had to make Jo remember. Her family, her friends, the real world, all waiting for her to snap out of it. She had to say something! They had to... had to...

Jenna moaned into Jo's mouth and rolled her hips. In her panic, she didn't notice her friend's fingers slip between her legs. Her train of thought derailed and her tongue didn't return to her mouth when big sis pulled away. Jo took back her hand and Jenna's cunt dragged her forward, hoping for more.

"That's better." Jo enjoyed the desperation in the new girl's eyes. Trying to escape? What was she thinking? "Let's get you back to your room and I'll stay with you. But when you're better, you're going to cover for whoever picks up my shift. Understand?"

The new girl nodded, a little drool spilling out onto her tits. She was clearly just agreeing to agree. She wouldn't remember any of this if the screen did its job. Those pesky memories of her previous life had almost gotten her in serious trouble. Jo shuddered at the thought of this girl trying to live free. She couldn't let that happen. The poor girl couldn't even remember that outsiders wore clothes.

Jenna watched Jo's tight little ass sway in front of her. Her instinct was to crawl, to press her face between her sister-slut's cheeks and lick lick lick. Her cunt pulled her forward until the bright light was gone and her nipples stood at attention in the cool air. She followed. Good Girls follow and obey.

She recognized the room with the lock on the outside. She recognized the bed, but the sheets were gone. She distantly remembered being let out and told to go somewhere, but big sister Jo had her kneel and that thought slipped away.

"You're going to watch this, pretty girl." Big sister's voice in her ear made Jenna melt. She just wanted Jo to be happy. She just wanted... wanted...

The calibration screen faded into view. Jenna felt her mind catching. Jo was her friend. Jo had been captured. Jo should be rescued. She had to remember. She had to say something!

The thick plastic cock in her cunt said otherwise. Friends didn't fuck like this. Friends didn't bend each other over and use some stranger's cock to... to...

Jenna's eyes followed the dots. Jenna's cunt clenched. Jenna's brain began faithfully purging those useless memories she didn't need. Big sister was her best friend. The screen said so. Of course they fucked like this. Of course they came on Daddy's cock together. The spiral drilled away at Jenna's silly delusions the same way Jo's strap drilled away at her needy cunt. This was home. It always had been.

"Joooooo," the new girl moaned. "I... love... you..."

Jo smiled and closed her eyes, reaching around to play with the new girl's tits. She couldn't risk looking at the screen. She really would have to find out this girl's name after this. It only seemed right.

"Please, have a seat." The interviewer motioned to the couch, taking up his own post in a chair that made him look more like a therapist than HR. "Before we start, I want you to know that you already have the position. Nothing you say here will affect your employment, so I want you to relax and be as honest as you can be."

"I'll do my best."

Faith perched herself on the edge of one of the cushions. She didn't want to seem too eager to relax before she started. She hadn't met this man before, so she needed to make another good impression.

"It looks like we have all of the relevant information." He flipped through some papers tucked into his leather notebook. "You're relatively new in town, coming from retail, not married... Are you currently seeing anyone?"

How is that any of your business? She stopped the thought before it escaped, but the shock left her grasping for something more polite to say. It must have shown on her face because he was shaking his head.

"Now Faith," he looked down his glasses at her, "you need to be open and honest with me. Can you do that?"

She blinked, trying to remember what had gotten her so frazzled. She shimmied back on the couch, resisting the urge to be swallowed up by it. He was waiting for an answer.

"Um, no." She shook her head, but mostly to clear it. "I'm not seeing anyone."

"Good." More flipping gave time for heat to build somewhere other than her face. What were in those papers? "We prefer new hires be unattached. It will make your transition easier."

"My transition?" She instantly regretted the question. His steely eyes cut through her with the most subtle narrowing. She retreated further into the couch. More flipping.

"I'll have to scold Eva later," he muttered before softening into genuine contrition. "It was in the disclosure you signed. The job comes with an apartment. You'll be living on site. She should have told you." Faith's spine went rigid.

"I'm in the middle of my lease," she protested. "My roommate..."

"Bring her." He seemed surprised that it hadn't occurred to her. "Only if you get along, of course. Do you find her attractive?"

Faith must have looked like a fish, mouth opening and closing, trying to find words. Ashley was pretty, but that wasn't the point! She wasn't breaking her lease and it wasn't like Ashley would...

"Open and honest."

"Yes," her mouth replied free of her mind. "She's beautiful, much prettier than me." Her cheeks were hot. Her thighs pressed together. She tried to shrink.

"You shouldn't lie to yourself either, Ms. Singer." He clearly wasn't convinced, which hurt for some reason. "It's unbecoming. See that you endeavor to disabuse yourself of that delusion."

"Yes, Sir."

If this was what it felt like to be scolded, Faith felt sorry for Eva. If it wasn't, she couldn't imagine the kinds of things she would say to win back this man's approval. But why? I don't even remember his name.

"You listed inexperience as your biggest weakness." The sound of those pages flipping was driving her mad. "From what you've told me, I would say that's a matter of self-confidence. Are you a virgin, Ms. Singer?"

Open and honest.

"Yes, Sir." She remembered her ex's hands on her, steamy car windows. They hadn't gone all the way. It didn't count. She closed her eyes tight, but her mouth betrayed her. "Only heavy petting, Sir. Just the once."

"Good Girl."

Faith gasped. She felt all that shame drain away like the end of a head cold. Those words hit her like cough medicine, making her swoon and sit back in a sleepy haze. She liked those words. She liked being good.

"Open and honest."

She felt his hand on her knee. The gentle pressure was enough to spread her legs apart. Open. She was giving him a free show, but she wasn't hiding anything from him anymore. Honest. Maybe this made her a Good Girl, and if it didn't, she had more to give.

"You seem competent enough." He reached down and ran his fingers between her folds. "You follow directions well. Do you remember what I told you last week?"

"Listen to your voice," her mouth told them both. "Be open and honest. Be easy to access." Her hips rolled and she recalled the vague memory of fevered rubbing, edging, never cumming. That voice in her head, the only voice in her head, was his voice. What was his name?

"Good Girl."

Faith's concerns faded away. She smiled. She sank. She fucked his fingers, content to leak her brain away forever if it meant hearing those words. She had nothing to hide, nothing to hold back, nothing to stop her from following whatever directions he had to give.

By the time she heard them again, she had told Ashley that she needed to talk and accepted that they'd be sharing a bed. She had confessed every filthy daydream she had ever had about her pretty roommate and had given up ownership of each of her eager holes. The gold cross around her neck had been discarded with the rest of her clothes as she babbled the only vows that would ever matter to her. And she even remembered to call him by his name.

"Yes, Daddy!"

"Yes, Daddy!"

"Yes, Daddy!"

Out of breath, exhausted, crumpled on the rough carpet tile floor, Faith savored the benefits of her dream job.