Mommy's Not Here Right Now... (closed for Artemidorus)

[BurningMonkey]

"Do you have to go right now?" he asked, running his hand through his hair in exasperation. He had booked this weekend to try to rekindle some kind of romance; she'd been absorbed by her work for several years, and their love-life had grown first boring and routine, then less and less until it finally ceased altogether.

Book a romantic getaway, the magazines had said. It was a last-ditch desperate attempt on his part. He'd tried the texting during the day: that hadn't worked. He'd tried surprising her, but she never came home, it seemed. He didn't know what else to do. He'd taken to reading women's magazines, trying all of the things they advised to re-spark the relationship, all in vain. She just wasn't interested, and that was that...

The cottage was nice and cozy; the magazines had all said make it cozy. What a laugh, he thought bitterly. It had taken weeks to find the time in her schedule; it had taken weeks to coordinate with the owners. And now, at the last minute, when he finally had begun to hope that finally things might look up, this had happened...

"Oh, I won't be gone long," she said distractedly. "It's not like you'll be here all alone. Ara will be here with you. You can keep each other company while I'm gone, and when I come back we'll have a nice, little family gathering. You'll see." She patted his cheek, but he could tell she was far away, dealing already with briefs, depositions, strategies...

She waved nonchalantly from the steps as he got behind the wheel of her Lexus and roared off.

 

[Artemidorus]

Arabelle felt bad for her stepfather. He tried being really good to her mom. Ara could tell the fire was gone and she watched him blow on the embers franticallg, to no avail. Her mother was the rain and the wind and that romance was just gone. For better or for worse, right?

And it sucked, because they only way they were headed was for divorce. Either he'd go for it himself or his sexual desires would build up until he cheated and she left him. Ara didn't want to lose the only form of a father she had ever had. She had grown up with him, even if they had no blood in common.

After her mom left she peaked in at him. "Uh... Would you like to do something? Maybe a movie or dinner or... Something?" she asked.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George just sat there, defeated. Time to give it up, I guess...

He thought back over the last few years. She had been hot to trot in the early days--anytime, anywhere, didn't matter if they were alone or at a fancy party. They'd discovered nooks and crannies and storage closets and rooftops and the alleys behind dumpsters and, and, and...

Those times had been good, he had to admit. And the presence of Ara hadn't been a burden, then; they'd just send her out to play or over to a friend's house if they wanted a little privacy. She'd grown up nicely, though--long legs, long dark hair, and curves in all the right places.

It had been difficult to be around her as her mother's ardor waned and she gained in stature and sexiness; he'd found himself fantasizing about her more and more often as he jerked away forlornly in the dark, the bed as often as not cold beside him. And why not?[i/] he thought to himself. If the mother won't, then substitute the daughter. It wasn't as if they were blood-related...

Just then she peeked around the doorframe. 'Would you like to do something?" she asked. Yeah, I'd like for you to sit on my cock and ride it until it squirts, he thought, but out if his mouth came, "Yeah. I saw this bowling alley in town as we were driving in. How 'bout we go bowling, just you and me?"

 

[Artemidorus]

"Yeah, that sounds good dad. Let me gi get dressed." Ara slipped back to her room, closing the door behind her. She didnt notice when it didnt click, leaving it ajar just a smudge.

She pulled off her shirt and tucked her supple breasts into a whitw lace bra. She pulled a pretty blue blouse from her luggage and denim shorts. She got dressed pretty quickly, then slipped on her shoes so that she wouldnt keep George waiting.

Normally her clothes were more modest. To school she always wore hoodies. Her breasts had just gotten so big after puberty. If she wore anything tight it clung ro her chest and ass in ways that made boys look at her as if she was a steak dinner. She never liked thw attention. But hiding her body didnt make her popular and she never even had a boyfriend.

But tonight was different. She was on vacation, right?

She walked back out and headed towards the door. "Ready!" she called out, wearing a big smile.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George was about to go into his own room to put on a pair of shorts when he noticed that Ara's door hadn't quite closed. Feeling guilty, but not enough to keep him away, he snuck up beside the door-frame and peeked in to see what he could see.

God, but she had a nice ass! He could feel himself stiffening as she wriggled into the tight blue denim shorts. He had just enough time to move away from the doorway as she was putting on her shoes. Soon she came flouncing through the door, announcing brightly that she was ready.

As they made their way to the car, he couldn't help but notice the way her top molded itself to her expansive chest. At least she's come out of her shell enough to not be wearing the usual shapeless stuff, he thought. But he was still hard, and no prospect of his being able to rub it out anytime soon.

They went inside and paid, got their shoes, and changed. "Are you sure you can handle a ball that big?" he asked jokingly as she was contemplating the balls in the rack.

 

[Artemidorus]

Ara laughed. "I'm pretty strong, dad. I think I can handle one ball." she said, picking it up.

They settled into a lane, ordering pizza and fries and drinks and starting the game. Ara, as always, was rubbish at bowling. But it was fun anyways.

Even as her first two rolls were crummy, she gave him a smirk. "Hey daddy-" she said with an fake innocent expression. "How about we make a bet? To make the game more interesting?"

 

[BurningMonkey]

George had been enjoying himself, watching the flex and movement of her tight thighs and sweet cheeks as she moved to the line, and positioned himself to get a good look down her top every time she bent over to get her ball. Damn, but he'd have to visit the men's room soon...

"What kind of bet did you have in mind?" he asked, not fooled for a second by her innocent pose. "Something monetary? Or something...else?"

 

[Artemidorus]

Ara laughed. "I don't have any money." They were neck and neck and nearing the end of their game. She thought she could feel his eyes in her as she made each roll, but that was silly. Her step dad wouldn't look at her like that. She could trust him.

She gave him a smile. "I'll let you pick. Maybe a favor? Or maybe the loser will have to do whatever the winner wants. Like a maid. That would be neat, since our cottage doesn't come with room service."

 

[BurningMonkey]

"Hmmm....anything we want or need, eh?" I have a few things I want and need done... he thought, mostly involving you riding my cock until it squirts.

But George was unsure just how she would feel about that; they'd enjoyed a good relationship up until now, even if she'd blossomed about the same time his wife had lost interest. It made things...difficult. Awkward. But what the hell...

"Okay, you're on," he said smiling. "You're up next. Oh, and I'll look forward to your cleaning the crumbs out of the toaster; can't have crumbs in the toaster, you know..."

 

[Artemidorus]

She rolled her eyes. "Oh nooo- not the toaster." she prepared her bowl. "Doesnt matter, cause I'm gonna win!"

Her next two shots were both gutterballs. She was truly, very bad at bowling. She gave her stepdad a pout, hands on her hips and sauntered over to him.

"Looks like I'm your slave then. Bring on the handcuffs and skimpy maid outfits?" she laughed with a playful wink. To her own surprise, handcuffs and a skimpy outfit actually sounded... Hot. Heat began to rise in her. He was her dad... Well by marriage... Surely he wouldnt take the bet too far.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George just looked at her enigmatically. After a few minutes, he simply answered, "Remember: You brought it up first."

"Now take my ball and put it away. Oh, and don't forget the shoes, too. Slave." He smirked.

He waited for her at the entrance as she returned the shoes. "Well, as a proper slave, you should follow at a respectful distance," he said when she appeared. "Let's say...three paces. That should be sufficient." He basked in the glow of her scowl. "And remember: a bet's a bet. C'mon," he said as he turned and headed for the car, snapping his fingers to add insult to injury,

 

[Artemidorus]

Ara kept up. He was bossy alright, he was going to enjoy having a slave and really make her work. She put his ball away and returned the shoes to the counter, and when she came back to him he instructed her on how to follow.

He was right, she was fhe one who had brought this up. She shrugged it off and followed, three step behind untill they got to the car. "May I get in, master?" she asked with a sulty look, half mocking.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Oh, that look! In another time or place, he would have taken it for a challenge, a dare. Even so he decided to one-up her.

"Not just yet," he answered. "Open the driver's door and warm up the seat for me. No, not like that!" he said quickly as she started to get behind the wheel. "Don't sit in it! Do you think I want your slave cooties? No, just use your hands, like a good little slave." Not to mention it gives me a great opportunity to stare at your perky little ass all bent over and sticking out, and you know it... He grinned inside at her huff of exasperation.

Just then his phone buzzed, and the message he read killed whatever joy he had found in being her playful 'master'. "That was your mother," he said over her shoulder. "Evidently she won't be back for a couple of days. Things got sticky at work." And I'm feeling kind of 'sticky' myself, he thought, watching the flex of her perfectly round derriere in those tight little denim shorts... He was stirring and stiffening, he knew, but his smoldering anger at his wife made him not care about that as much as he would have otherwise.

"So I guess it's just you and me. Some vacation, huh?"

 

[Artemidorus]

She laughed a bit, but kept up the scowl. He was being ridiculous, making her warm up his seat. She found it a bit funny though. So she bent over and got to work, feeling his gaze on her rump.

"Hey- mind your eyes back there." she said, giving her rear a shake.

The his phone rang, and he answered it with disgruntled responses. She listened as he explained that it was her mom and that she wouldnt be back. Ara felt bad for him. She sighed and looked up at him.

"Hey, it wont be so bad. Tonight was fun. We can finish it up by going back to the cottage and watching some pay per veiw."

 

[BurningMonkey]

Grumbling and stewing under his breath, George got behind the wheel and motioned Ara peremptorily to get in the passenger side. He put the car in gear, backing too quickly out of the parking spot and almost hitting the cars parked opposite. Better calm down, he thought, and made a conscious effort to ease up. Damn the woman, he thought, and came to a sudden conclusion: When we get back to town, I'll tell her I want a divorce. I've had it with this gone all the time routine...and even when she was there, it was like he didn't exist for her--except to fix the sink or take out the trash, that is. And that ain't gonna cut it...

He glanced over at Ara, noticing immediately how the seat belt nestled between her breasts, separating and emphasizing the size of them. He could just make out the small tenting of the fabric over her nipples as the evening cooled down...

When the got back to the cottage he made a point of her waiting until he was damned good and ready to let her exit. What good was having a slave if she just acted like a normal person? "

Now, go inside and find something on TV to watch, slave. And make sure it's not one of those tear-jerker Chick Flicks; I want to watch action! Oh, and make some popcorn while you're at it. And fetch my slippers." He stretched out on the couch, liking this new "master/slave" routine.

 

[Artemidorus]

Ara was shocked at the sultry smile she gave him. She had always been a shy girl... But his orders- the way he bossed her around. The way his eyes seemed to see through her- it was all... Too much for her. She wanted to call off the game before she did something stupid. But at the same time she wanted to do it. To please him. As his slave.

"Yes master." she told him, biting her lip. First she put fhe movie on, one of the older James Bond movies. Then she headed to the kitchen to put the popcorn in, then to the master bedroom to get his slippers. She slipped into her room real quick to change into her nightgown, a silk black slip that was a few steps up from being lingerie. Under it she wore nothing, slipping off her panties and her bra.

She returned back, grabbing the popcorn and kneeling in front of him. Oh god, what was she doing? She was practically begging for him. She slipped his slippers onto his feet, looking up at him. "I hope you don't mind that I changed into something comfortable, master. Or should I call you daddy?"

 

[BurningMonkey]

George was surprised and take a little aback when Ara meekly complied with his orders. He had expected push-back, a calling-off of the bet in a huff, and things returning to normal. But it didn't happen, and he was left wondering...

When she appeared again in the silk nightgown, he wondered even more. Could she...could she be getting into this? The thought made him hard again, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. But when she knelt and slipped his slippers on his feet, a very naughty and very dangerous thought occurred to him. But did he dare?

"I hope you don't mind that I changed into something comfortable, master. Or should I call you daddy?" she said archly, and that decided him. Oh, yes--he dared.

"Daddy; I like the sound of that. You can call me that. And as for what you're wearing...I don't think I've seen that before. You have to model it. But wait--"

In for a penny, in for a pound, he thought wildly. "I've decided I don't feel like watching this after all," he said, and picked up the remote. Turning off Sean Connery, he quickly flipped through the "pay per view" section until he found the category he thought he remembered seeing...

Ah! There it was: "adult titles", which he knew was just a euphemism for "porn". He scrolled through the titles, though anything would do...he selected one at random, and put the remote down again. "Now, slave: Get up, and turn around. Slowly. I want to see you in this new outfit."

After all, how many chances does a guy get to stare at his hot teenaged daughter in her nightgown?

 

[Artemidorus]

Stand? But she was already on her knees, eyes pleading. "Yes daddy." bis inatructions seemed to hint that he wasn't into this the way she was, but his voice said otherwise. She stood, the dress hanging just above her knees. She turned and faced the television and her mouth went agape as she realised his game.

On the screen a young woman began to play with herself, her hand moving up her skirt. Ara wrinkled her nose as the fake moans and her played up actions. But the porn took a turn quickly. A man in a mask looking in her window, probably to steal, watches her fondle her lower lips. He breaks the window and she screams, but instead of stealing he grabs her and throws her over the couch and begins rubbing his rod along her slick crack.

Ara lets out a small moan, wondering what that must feel like. She rubs her thighs together and pants, a bit uncomfortably. Shes way over her head. Why did she decide to play these games with her stepdad?

 

[BurningMonkey]

George slowly and quietly stood from the couch behind Ara. God, but she was luscious...he could feel his erection urgently pushing to be released, feel the pre-cum beginning to flow...

He placed his hands firmly on her shoulders as she stood transfixed by the scene playing out on the TV. He hardly glanced at it; all of his attention was on her.

"You stopped turning. That wasn't what I told you to do," he said huskily in her ear from behind. "You'll have to be punished for that, slave... But first..."

He grabbed her hand and placed it squarely on his bulge. "Take it out..." he said roughly. He had seen from her standing and turning that she had no panty-lines, no bra. He reached from behind to squeeze and fondle one gorgeous tit through her nightie, keeping the other firmly clamped on her shoulder to keep her from turning.

 

[Artemidorus]

She gasped as he slid in behind her. She shook all over, the way he touched her, the way he ordered her to reach in his pants...

His bulge felt so big, so hot against her hands. She moaned a bit, then bit her lip. His hand was rpigh on her breast, hot, squeezing, exploring. She tried to keep herself quite, tried to keep from turning into a moaning mess from his hands.

Her hand explored behind her, her fingers finding his zipper and pulling it down, the wrapping arpund his thick member. She could feel it throb, feel the wetness on the tip. The first dick she had ever touched and it was her step fathers. She freed him completely, from his pants and his boxers.

"What next, daddy?"

 

[BurningMonkey]

Oh, her tits were so nice, felt so good...and they were nothing to the feel of her starting to unzip him and pull his cock out. It had been so long...

The feel of her fingers gripping his turgid flesh almost set him off, but he mastered it, forced it down. He frog-marched her the few steps back to the couch, sitting heavily and pulling her down onto his lap.

"Spread your legs," he ordered. "Slip my cock up between your thighs." He ran is hand up under her nightgown, feeling his fingers glide over her hot flesh. As he knew, no bra... His hand closed on her delicious tit, squeezing, kneading, seeking out and finding the hard little nub of her puckered nipple...

His other hand dove underneath the hem of the short garment, slipping down, down, into the warm wetness of her sex. "Now play with it, slave, while I play with this..." He pushed up against her hand, feeling the hot, tight skin rub against her fingers as he plunged two of his own fingers inside her.

 

[Artemidorus]

"Nnn- ahh!" She cried out, as his fingers dove into her. She was spread, knees around his thighs, croutched over him. She clumsy handled his member, trying to find a rhythm to stroke with as he fondled her breasts and her virgin sex. "Daddy- ah- be careful- that's- I'm-" she winced. The pain was bearable, but it pinched even if it edged on pleasure. "Mmm- ah- it's... My first time."

 

[BurningMonkey]

He was surprised. A girl as hot as her, and she'd never...? But the thought of being her first was too enticing... He decided then and there that whatever her experience before, she was losing it tonight.

But he did relent a little, withdrawing his fingers and confining himself to stroking and manipulating her lips and little bud, which was growing wetter and more engorged by the second.

On the screen a second man had joined the first; they were spit-roasting the girl over the couch, one in back with his big member crammed into her mouth while the other jack-hammered her from behind. Some day I want to have a threesome, he thought idly. Maybe with Ara and her mom? Or better yet, with Ara and her BFF, who was a hot little number, too...

In the meantime Ara had found a rhythm, and was quickly stroking him to the apex. But he didn't want to cum just yet, so he grabbed the back of her head by the hair and said, "Remember what I said about being punished? Well, the time has come..."

He pushed her to the side by her hair, down on the couch cushions so that her leg left its place on his thigh and the other was folded under her. In this position the nightie rode up, exposing her delicious bare ass to his gaze. Such a tempting target...

 

[Artemidorus]

She moaned in relief as he pulled out, but found herself missing the full feeling. He had just started to loosen her up. But his fingertips felt just as good as they played in her juices. It made her tighten her stroke.

Then he grabbed her by her hair and she almosy came. Damn it was sensitive, the wau his fingers helf her scalp. He bent her over and she moaned as she could feel him staring at her wet sexand her plump ass. "Daddy- daddy- please- ah-" she was aching from her desire. "Punish me- daddy-"

 

[BurningMonkey]

He used one foot to spread the leg that was on the floor and lazily, lovingly stroked that round, beautiful orb. One part of him said, If I really wanted to be a sadist, I'd let her up now, but the throbbing of his cock overrode him.

Suddenly, without warning, he smacked her sharply on one cheek, making it a little red. "You're not going to disobey in future, are you?" he asked, stroking and smoothing the cheek so reddened.
Another sharp blow, this time to the other cheek. "You'll do as your told, won't you?"

And so it went on, alternating slaps at irregular intervals so she could never anticipate them, and in between strokes smooth glides of his hand across her bare ass. Every now and then he would deliberately miss, with the slap landing on that reddening, dampening peach that peeked out at him from between her thighs... and with each stroke and slap his cock seemed to get harder, and harder, until he was fairly ready to burst.

Finally he stopped. Leaning down over her throbbing ass, he whispered into her ear. "Now, what are you going to do for Daddy to make up for all the trouble you've caused him?"