Once in bed I couldn’t sleep.
Jenny was only a brief distraction. As much as I enjoyed her kiss and as lovely as her big soft breasts were, it was Max I continued to obsess over. Max who liked me to call him Daddy. Max who had spanked me and brought me to an orgasm so good that I couldn’t be bothered masturbating any more. It would just pale in comparison.
- X -
I awoke to the sound of some classic rock on the radio and the smell of coffee. Good coffee. Max? He wasn’t supposed to be home for a couple more days.
Intrigued I pulled on some shorts, cinched a robe around my waist and went to investigate. It was Max, sitting at the breakfast bar, eating toast and drinking coffee. He had his laptop open and didn’t comment on my entrance.
“I didn’t think you were getting back until Monday.”
He placed the remainder of a slice of toast on his plate and glanced up at me. Over the last couple of weeks I’d come to realize that Max was actually quite an attractive man. I guess it was a matter of perspective, but previously I’d always found him annoying and that must have made him seem less attractive.
“Welcome home Daddy. Nice to see you Daddy,” He said, making it clear he was annoyed at my greeting. Part of our new arrangement was that I was supposed to treat him with more respect and address him as Daddy.
Whenever one of us said that word it felt like a cold hand was gripping my chest and squeezing. Max wasn’t my father, but he wanted to be my Daddy. And while a good girl was supposed to love her Daddy, she wasn’t supposed to be in love with him. Was she?
But that was where the thrill came from. The fact that this was something that wasn’t supposed to happen made it so much more of a turn on. Just seeing him, especially when it was just the two of us alone in the house, was enough to get my heart pumping. I could feel my cheeks coloring as I shifted nervously from foot-to-foot.
“I’m sorry. Welcome home Daddy. I’m so glad you’re bac
k.”
“I had to leave early. There was something I had to deal with.”
He sounded serious, all business. I had to admit I was a little disappointed, part of me was hoping that he’d returned early for me, that he’d wanted me and had jumped at the chance to be alone with me.
He looked concerned and troubled and I wondered for a moment if something had happened between him and my mother. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about that. However, I didn’t have the chance to dwell on it.
“Take your clothes off.”
At first I thought I’d misheard him. There was no hint of anything out of the ordinary in his tone. It was all very matter-of-fact.
“I... uhhh....”
“That wasn’t a question Kari,” he said, “take your clothes off now!”
I was confused and unsure what was going on, but I had a feeling it would be better if I did what Max said. It wasn’t like I was wearing a lot anyway. I tugged the waistband of my shorts over my hips and let them fall to the ground, before stepping out of them. Now I was naked under the robe and I glanced up at Max to see him looking at me expectantly. I took a deep breath and opened my robe, letting it slide off my shoulders.
You can’t live in the same house with someone for any length of time and not catch them in various stages of undress. However I don’t think Max had ever seen me completely naked before. It should have been thrilling, but instead I felt very self-conscious. I have an OK body. It’s cute. Nice boobs, nice ass, slim... everything young and firm. But beyond that it was nothing special. I got the feeling Max was very experienced and had probably seen a lot of women. I couldn’t help think that I was just a scrawny kid compared to the real women he’d been with.
I tried to cover my breasts and crotch in a futile attempt at modesty. This seemed to amuse him for a moment.
“Someone sent me a very interesting little movie last night,” he said, before swiveling his laptop around on the counter so I could see it.
It was just a short clip, filmed on a cell phone at night. It was blurry, dark and overexposed. But you could still make out me, in my tiny swimsuit, kissing Jenny before exposing my breasts and jumping in the pool.
“It’s called...” he swiveled the laptop back and squinted at the screen, “Teenage Attention Whores, and a lot of people have watched it. A lot of people. Now I doubt most people would recognize you, but the person who sent it to me did.”
That was a mystery right there. Who was forwarding Max videos in the middle of the night?
“So, do you have anything to say for yourself?”
I looked at the floor and gave a half shrug. I still wasn’t sure why I was naked or what he intended for me, but I thought it best to play along and try and keep on his good side.
“I’m sorry... Daddy. Things got a little out of hand but...” I felt the need to say something about the fact that I’d gone home early because he was all I could think about. That ever since my spanking I’d been becoming obsessed with him and dreams of his hard cock kept me up at night, but I couldn’t form the words.
“...but?”